Post by Alice White on Mar 11, 2014 3:20:03 GMT -5
Hey everyone! Teddy Moser here again to transcribe another edition of Meltdown! We have a pretty sweet night for you guys, and I'm pretty stoked for it! Our crowd tonight is just under half capacity, I'll have the exact quote for you guys later, but for now, what I do know is that we will be hearing from Alex Morgan regarding the NAW Championship match.
Just as everyone is ready to get excited though, we hear "I Love Rock N' Roll" and the crowd immediately boos. After a few seconds, we see Lance St. Evans on his way down an aisle headed right for the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California.... "Mr. Wrestling".... Lance St. Evans!
Lance rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, looking around at the fans who continue to boo him. He just shakes his head and smirks, looking around as his music fades out. In fades "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine. We see Matt Ward alongside Christine Nash and Larissa at one of the doors. Matt runs down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Chicago, Illinois.... Matt Ward!
Matt slides into the ring and right away is leveled with a Clothesline from Lance. The bell rings and the match is underway.
Matt Ward vs Lance St. Evans
The two start alternating right hands with each other, and Lance connects with a vertical Suplex. Ward hurries to his feet though and is planted with a DDT. He doesn't let that keep him floored though, and they both get right back up. They lock up and Ward gets the advantage this time, pushing Lance to the ropes. He whips Lance across the ring, and Lance comes back looking for a Clothesline, but Matt ducks and scoops Lance up over him and spills him to the outside! Higgins begins the count right away as Lance staggers to his feet.
Lance slides into the ring and Matt starts stomping away until Lance gets to his feet. The two start alternating rights again and Lance whips Matt into the corner. Matt uses his momentum to grab the top rope on both sides and push himself into the air, letting him land on his feet behind a charging Lance. He connects with a German Suplex right away and both men lie on the mat for a few seconds.
When they get back up, Matt is the one in control now and he hits Lance with a right that floors him. Lance gets back up and is floored with a second right. He gets up and is plowed with a third right that keeps him on his back now. Matt holds his arms out and nods his head, a huge smirk across his face. He looks at Lance, who is stumbling to get to his feet and Lance dives to his feet and hits a vicious Clothesline! He goes to cover, but Larissa hops up onto the apron! She looks like she's flirting with Lance, and he walks over to her, skeptical... He turns around and there it is! The Vendetta! And the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner....Matt Ward!
"Waking the Demon" hits and Ward backpedals along an aisle with his ladies, looking at Lance who looks furious. I'm sure that this isn't over yet, I can just tell.
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The camera shows Carmesí and Thee Vamp standing outside the venue.
Carmesí: Latin Kings we’ve been watching you and all that we’ve seen from you is losses and no words. To us that means that you’re not focused on the fact that in a couple of weeks time you’re facing us in a Body bag Match. That means that our dreams of ending your careers can really come true.
Scene fades with Carmesí and Thee vamp laughing.
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Alrighty then, whatever they say. The crowd is on their feet again as "Eye of the Tiger" hits, and Jason Price appears at one of the doors, a huge smile on his face. Unfortunately though, I have received word that Damian Mephisto will not be here tonight, as he and Alex Morgan have actually agreed to nullify the contract for personal reasons. I'm not sure what he's got in mind for Price, with Price being here, but he's here, nonetheless. And I would also like to point out a mistake that I made last week, when I labeled him and Joann to be married. I do stand corrected, it was a mistake and is not in fact true.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, introducing first, from San Diego, California....Jason Price!
Price slides into the ring and his music fades out, and after a few seconds, some generic thrash metal plays as Marty Domingo makes his way down an aisle. He gets a few cheers of his own, looking around at the fans who are actually cheering him and a smile crosses his face. He gets to the ring and nods to Price, who looks somewhat confused, as this wasn't his scheduled opponent. Domingo gets into the ring and looks at Price after he gets a microphone.
Domingo: Jason, let me just say I'm a huge fan of yours, you're one hell of a wrestler, and a stand up guy. Damian couldn't fulfill his contractual obligations, which the NAW has decided to part ways with no hard feelings, we totally understand that. But it is my honor to announce that Alex Morgan has allowed me to be your opponent tonight in a friendly exhibition match.
Jason nods, looking pretty happy with that, he seems like the type who just likes to wrestle, ya know?
Marty Domingo vs Jason Price
The bell sounds off and the two men shake hands before backing off and circling the ring. They lock up, and Price sends Domingo to the mat with an Arm Drag. Domingo hops right back up and is met with a right hand that puts him down again. Another shot puts him down again, and a third keeps him down for a second. He gets back up and they lock up, this time Price pushing him back into a corner. He whips Domingo across the ring, and Domingo hops up onto the second rope, looking for a spinning kick to the head of Price, but Price catches him and turns it into a Sitout Powerbomb! He covers, gets a one, but Domingo kicks out.
Domingo is slow to his feet and Price hits him with some rights before a knee to the gut and a DDT plant him in the center of the ring. He looks for a Leg Drop, but Marty rolls out from under him and gets up. He runs at Price and boots him in the head while he's sitting to lay him out. He runs to a corner, jumps onto the second rope and bounds off with a Moonsault! He covers! ONE! Kickout by Price now!
Domingo gets up slowly, looking at Price, who is also slow to his feet. They stare each other down before Domingo runs at Price. Price sends him through the air and to the mat with a hip toss, and as Domingo gets up, Price runs at him and hits him with a running high knee to the chest. He looks down at Marty, who is clutching his chest after having the wind knocked out of him, and he picks him up and sends him to the mat with a Scoop Slam. He does it again, then lands an elbow drop and a cover! ONE! TWO! Domingo kicks out at two though!
Price looks to pick up Domingo and Domingo kicks him away, then hurries to his feet. Domingo comes at Price, but Price hits him with a clothesline which just absolutely floors him. After a few seconds, Price picks him up and hits the Enforcer! He covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner....Jason Price!
"Eye of the Tiger" hits, and Price gets to his feet, holding his arm high in the air as Higgins declares him the victor of the match. Domingo is slow to his feet and Price shakes hands with him before heading along the aisle, high fiving a few fans as he makes his way out. What a guy, that Price. He's one hell of a dude.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle sitting on a chair holding the NAW Championship in a dressing room.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight I show Alex Morgan, Gunner Hughes and all of the fans here why I hold the NAW Championship. Tonight when I defeat Jack Lockheart Alex Morgan will have no choice but to give me the proper respect that I deserve to have. Alex Morgan tonight you’ll find out why I am the perfect image of what true champion should be.
Scene fades.
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When we get back to the arena for the final match, we see the fans roaring and ready to go, cheering loudly. They've started a "MAIN EVENT" chant, which is actually kinda cool, and I really hope that catches on as a thing. Suddenly, "Francois Martin" hits, and the fans automatically begin to boo, and boo loudly. David Fraggle starts his march to the ring, wearing the NAW Championship around his waist, proudly as ever. He smiles that smile(though it's hard to tell under that damn mask) and he slides into the ring before holding the belt high, which just triggers more heat. He shakes his head and hands the belt to Higgins, who hands it off to a guy at my table here.
Breaking the boos is the sound of "Warriors of the World" by Manowar. The crowd erupts(or try to erupt. Small crowds are tough to be impressive, ya know?) and Jack Lockhart wastes no time making his way to the ring, Angel in tow with him. He slides into the ring, and Fraggle slides out as he holds his arms high in the air for the crowd to admire. He looks at Fraggle, that hungry look in his eyes, and honestly, I can't say that I blame the dude. He's got a golden opportunity here to show everyone that he deserves a shot at the NAW Championship too.
Fraggle gets back into the ring as Higgins and Rebecca stand in the center between the two of them.
Rebecca: The following match is non-title, and is set for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! Introducing first, from Chicago, Ilinois, accompanied to the ring by Angel.....JACK LOCKHART!
Lockhart holds an arm high in the air, garnering more cheers, but he doesn't take his eyes off of Fraggle for even a fraction of a second.
Rebecca: And his opponent....he is the NAW Champion......"The Very Good" DAVID FRAGGLE!
Fraggle hops up and down just slightly to get the blood flowing, and he looks up at Lockhart, right in the eyes. Gotta give that little bastard credit, he fears nobody. This ought to be a fun match to see. Rebecca gets out of the ring, and Higgins is the lone person keeping that giant fucking bulldozer from plowing right through the champ.
David Fraggle vs Jack Lockhart
The bell rings, and Fraggle runs at Lockhart, looking for a running Dropkick right away, but Lockhart just swats him away and sends him to the mat. The little guy scurries to his feet and runs at him again, looking for an elbow to the chest, but it doesn't do him much good, as Lockhart barely moves from the shot. Fraggle starts hitting him with some jabs to the chest, and it isn't looking so good for him. Lockhart takes a monstrous hand and chops Fraggle right in the side of the neck, and that looks real bad as Fraggle hits the mat, holding onto the spot. Lockart covers. On--Kickout by Fraggle.
Fraggle gets to his feet and runs to the ropes. He bounds off and looks for a diving crossbody, but Lockhart catches him. This isn't good....Fallaway Slam to the outside! Fraggle looks to be in pretty bad pain, and Higgins starts the count. He gets to three before Fraggle is even back on his feet. He gets to five and Fraggle climbs up onto the apron. Lockhart charges at him, and Fraggle pulls the top rope down as he ducks, causing Lockart to stumble and fall over the top rope to the outside as well! Great move by the champ now! Fraggle is up and as Lockhart starts to get up, he is met with a seated senton and both men go to the floor!
The tide is turned and things are looking good for Fraggle, he just needs to keep the big man off of his feet. Fraggle hits him with some stomps while he's down in an attempt to keep him down, but Lockhart starts to get up. Fraggle hurries into the ring, and Lockhart gets in, not too far behind. Fraggle runs to the ropes, comes back, and jumps, this time hitting a successful forearm smash that puts Lockhart onto the mat. He walks to the near ropes and climbs to the second one, falling off with an elbow to Lockhart's forehead, and Fraggle covers now! ONE! T--Lockhart kicks out this time!
Fraggle gets to his feet and stomps on Lockhart hard several times, and Lockhart bursts to his feet after the crowd starts cheering him up, sending Fraggle back a few steps. Fraggle comes at Lockhart, but Lockhart hits a huge clothesline in his new found adrenaline rush. Fraggle gets back up, but if floored again. He gets up again, and is floored again! This guy doesn't learn so well apparently. Lockhart motions for Fraggle to get up, and when he does, he is met with a vicious Bicycle Kick, and he covers after Fraggle goes limp and hits the mat like a bag of rocks! ONE! TWO! T--NO, Fraggle kicks out!
Both men lie on the mat for a couple of seconds, but Lockhart is to his feet first. He looks over to Angel, who blows him a kiss, and he pulls Fraggle to his feet. He whips Fraggle into the corner, then hits him with a clothesline. Fraggle comes out of the corner, stumbling, and Lockhart connects with a Powerslam and covers, but it's still not enough to keep Fraggle out of the game!
Lockhart looks semi-frustrated, and he picks Fraggle up, who headbutts him in the chest. This is enough to make him take three steps back and clutch his chest for a second, but he comes back with a vicious boot to the face! He picks Fraggle up and tosses him into the corner like a rag doll, then hits him with TEN knife edge chops, the crowd counting along like a pack of blood hungry animals. These guys are ridiculous. Lockhart whips Fraggle to the opposite corner, and charges at him. He goes for a diving shoulder block into the corner, but eats a face full of turnbuckle, because Fraggle is able to duck and fall out of the way. Fraggle is by no means in a good place, but that bought him a couple of seconds at least. Lockhart doesn't fall, thanks to being able to hang onto the top rope. He leans on the ropes, and starts to get off them when Fraggle starts getting up.
He traills behind Fraggle as Fraggle crawls toward one of the ropes, and Angel is yelling something to Lockhart. This distracts Higgins, who looks to her to stop, and Fraggle lifts a leg out of instinct, connecting right into the crotch of Lockhart! Jack hits the mat as both hands go to the jewels, and Fraggle pulls himself up using the corner. Higgins questions Fraggle, but Fraggle just shakes his head, insisting he has no clue what's going on! God dammit! This match is tainted now! Fraggle runs a hand through his hair as he looks down at Lockhart. He climbs up to the top rope, the whole time doing it without taking his eyes off the big man. He jumps off, looking for a Diving Elbow, but Lockhart rolls out of the way! That's why it's called high risk, and that's what I call justice!
Lockhart gets to his feet slowly, a look of rage taking over him. He grabs Fraggle by the hair, and throws him to the outside of the ring. He then goes onto the apron and as Fraggle starts to stir, he jumps off with a double axe handle, which just overwhelms Fraggle and lays him out flat. Fraggle is spread eagled out onto the floor outside as Lockhart stomps away, and Higgins counts. Higgins gets to eight, and Lockhart rolls into the ring, and rolls right back out, which restarts the count.
Lockhart pulls Fraggle to his feet and looks to whip him into the ringpost. Fraggle is able to stop himself though, hitting it with a hand and swinging around. He does go flying across the floor, landing roughly on his spine, but it's better than face first into a steel pole. Lockhart walks over, still raging about earlier, and picks Fraggle up. He rolls Fraggle into the ring and slides in right behind him. He marches around the ring, getting the crowd fired up, and get fired up they do. He picks Fraggle up by the throat, then lifts him! Just when you think he's gonna hit the Earth Tremble, Fraggle squirms his way out and is able to counter it into a DDT! Fraggle is right back in this thing now! Fraggle covers! ONE! .......TWO! .........THRE--Lockhart gets a shoulder into the air!
Fraggle looks plenty depressed, but determined, as he pounds on Lockhart's chest a few times. These guys battle it out for another minute, struggling to even be alive, and then Fraggle hits the Fraggle Rock Drop! He covers and gets the victory!
Rebecca: Here is your winner.....David Fraggle!
"Francois Martin" hits, and the fans boo loudly as Fraggle holds the belt high. We see Alex Morgan standing at one of the aisles, slowly clapping for Fraggle, and that's where the show stops! What the hell does that mean exactly?
Just as everyone is ready to get excited though, we hear "I Love Rock N' Roll" and the crowd immediately boos. After a few seconds, we see Lance St. Evans on his way down an aisle headed right for the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California.... "Mr. Wrestling".... Lance St. Evans!
Lance rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, looking around at the fans who continue to boo him. He just shakes his head and smirks, looking around as his music fades out. In fades "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine. We see Matt Ward alongside Christine Nash and Larissa at one of the doors. Matt runs down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Chicago, Illinois.... Matt Ward!
Matt slides into the ring and right away is leveled with a Clothesline from Lance. The bell rings and the match is underway.
Matt Ward vs Lance St. Evans
The two start alternating right hands with each other, and Lance connects with a vertical Suplex. Ward hurries to his feet though and is planted with a DDT. He doesn't let that keep him floored though, and they both get right back up. They lock up and Ward gets the advantage this time, pushing Lance to the ropes. He whips Lance across the ring, and Lance comes back looking for a Clothesline, but Matt ducks and scoops Lance up over him and spills him to the outside! Higgins begins the count right away as Lance staggers to his feet.
Lance slides into the ring and Matt starts stomping away until Lance gets to his feet. The two start alternating rights again and Lance whips Matt into the corner. Matt uses his momentum to grab the top rope on both sides and push himself into the air, letting him land on his feet behind a charging Lance. He connects with a German Suplex right away and both men lie on the mat for a few seconds.
When they get back up, Matt is the one in control now and he hits Lance with a right that floors him. Lance gets back up and is floored with a second right. He gets up and is plowed with a third right that keeps him on his back now. Matt holds his arms out and nods his head, a huge smirk across his face. He looks at Lance, who is stumbling to get to his feet and Lance dives to his feet and hits a vicious Clothesline! He goes to cover, but Larissa hops up onto the apron! She looks like she's flirting with Lance, and he walks over to her, skeptical... He turns around and there it is! The Vendetta! And the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner....Matt Ward!
"Waking the Demon" hits and Ward backpedals along an aisle with his ladies, looking at Lance who looks furious. I'm sure that this isn't over yet, I can just tell.
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The camera shows Carmesí and Thee Vamp standing outside the venue.
Carmesí: Latin Kings we’ve been watching you and all that we’ve seen from you is losses and no words. To us that means that you’re not focused on the fact that in a couple of weeks time you’re facing us in a Body bag Match. That means that our dreams of ending your careers can really come true.
Scene fades with Carmesí and Thee vamp laughing.
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Alrighty then, whatever they say. The crowd is on their feet again as "Eye of the Tiger" hits, and Jason Price appears at one of the doors, a huge smile on his face. Unfortunately though, I have received word that Damian Mephisto will not be here tonight, as he and Alex Morgan have actually agreed to nullify the contract for personal reasons. I'm not sure what he's got in mind for Price, with Price being here, but he's here, nonetheless. And I would also like to point out a mistake that I made last week, when I labeled him and Joann to be married. I do stand corrected, it was a mistake and is not in fact true.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, introducing first, from San Diego, California....Jason Price!
Price slides into the ring and his music fades out, and after a few seconds, some generic thrash metal plays as Marty Domingo makes his way down an aisle. He gets a few cheers of his own, looking around at the fans who are actually cheering him and a smile crosses his face. He gets to the ring and nods to Price, who looks somewhat confused, as this wasn't his scheduled opponent. Domingo gets into the ring and looks at Price after he gets a microphone.
Domingo: Jason, let me just say I'm a huge fan of yours, you're one hell of a wrestler, and a stand up guy. Damian couldn't fulfill his contractual obligations, which the NAW has decided to part ways with no hard feelings, we totally understand that. But it is my honor to announce that Alex Morgan has allowed me to be your opponent tonight in a friendly exhibition match.
Jason nods, looking pretty happy with that, he seems like the type who just likes to wrestle, ya know?
Marty Domingo vs Jason Price
The bell sounds off and the two men shake hands before backing off and circling the ring. They lock up, and Price sends Domingo to the mat with an Arm Drag. Domingo hops right back up and is met with a right hand that puts him down again. Another shot puts him down again, and a third keeps him down for a second. He gets back up and they lock up, this time Price pushing him back into a corner. He whips Domingo across the ring, and Domingo hops up onto the second rope, looking for a spinning kick to the head of Price, but Price catches him and turns it into a Sitout Powerbomb! He covers, gets a one, but Domingo kicks out.
Domingo is slow to his feet and Price hits him with some rights before a knee to the gut and a DDT plant him in the center of the ring. He looks for a Leg Drop, but Marty rolls out from under him and gets up. He runs at Price and boots him in the head while he's sitting to lay him out. He runs to a corner, jumps onto the second rope and bounds off with a Moonsault! He covers! ONE! Kickout by Price now!
Domingo gets up slowly, looking at Price, who is also slow to his feet. They stare each other down before Domingo runs at Price. Price sends him through the air and to the mat with a hip toss, and as Domingo gets up, Price runs at him and hits him with a running high knee to the chest. He looks down at Marty, who is clutching his chest after having the wind knocked out of him, and he picks him up and sends him to the mat with a Scoop Slam. He does it again, then lands an elbow drop and a cover! ONE! TWO! Domingo kicks out at two though!
Price looks to pick up Domingo and Domingo kicks him away, then hurries to his feet. Domingo comes at Price, but Price hits him with a clothesline which just absolutely floors him. After a few seconds, Price picks him up and hits the Enforcer! He covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner....Jason Price!
"Eye of the Tiger" hits, and Price gets to his feet, holding his arm high in the air as Higgins declares him the victor of the match. Domingo is slow to his feet and Price shakes hands with him before heading along the aisle, high fiving a few fans as he makes his way out. What a guy, that Price. He's one hell of a dude.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle sitting on a chair holding the NAW Championship in a dressing room.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight I show Alex Morgan, Gunner Hughes and all of the fans here why I hold the NAW Championship. Tonight when I defeat Jack Lockheart Alex Morgan will have no choice but to give me the proper respect that I deserve to have. Alex Morgan tonight you’ll find out why I am the perfect image of what true champion should be.
Scene fades.
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When we get back to the arena for the final match, we see the fans roaring and ready to go, cheering loudly. They've started a "MAIN EVENT" chant, which is actually kinda cool, and I really hope that catches on as a thing. Suddenly, "Francois Martin" hits, and the fans automatically begin to boo, and boo loudly. David Fraggle starts his march to the ring, wearing the NAW Championship around his waist, proudly as ever. He smiles that smile(though it's hard to tell under that damn mask) and he slides into the ring before holding the belt high, which just triggers more heat. He shakes his head and hands the belt to Higgins, who hands it off to a guy at my table here.
Breaking the boos is the sound of "Warriors of the World" by Manowar. The crowd erupts(or try to erupt. Small crowds are tough to be impressive, ya know?) and Jack Lockhart wastes no time making his way to the ring, Angel in tow with him. He slides into the ring, and Fraggle slides out as he holds his arms high in the air for the crowd to admire. He looks at Fraggle, that hungry look in his eyes, and honestly, I can't say that I blame the dude. He's got a golden opportunity here to show everyone that he deserves a shot at the NAW Championship too.
Fraggle gets back into the ring as Higgins and Rebecca stand in the center between the two of them.
Rebecca: The following match is non-title, and is set for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! Introducing first, from Chicago, Ilinois, accompanied to the ring by Angel.....JACK LOCKHART!
Lockhart holds an arm high in the air, garnering more cheers, but he doesn't take his eyes off of Fraggle for even a fraction of a second.
Rebecca: And his opponent....he is the NAW Champion......"The Very Good" DAVID FRAGGLE!
Fraggle hops up and down just slightly to get the blood flowing, and he looks up at Lockhart, right in the eyes. Gotta give that little bastard credit, he fears nobody. This ought to be a fun match to see. Rebecca gets out of the ring, and Higgins is the lone person keeping that giant fucking bulldozer from plowing right through the champ.
David Fraggle vs Jack Lockhart
The bell rings, and Fraggle runs at Lockhart, looking for a running Dropkick right away, but Lockhart just swats him away and sends him to the mat. The little guy scurries to his feet and runs at him again, looking for an elbow to the chest, but it doesn't do him much good, as Lockhart barely moves from the shot. Fraggle starts hitting him with some jabs to the chest, and it isn't looking so good for him. Lockhart takes a monstrous hand and chops Fraggle right in the side of the neck, and that looks real bad as Fraggle hits the mat, holding onto the spot. Lockart covers. On--Kickout by Fraggle.
Fraggle gets to his feet and runs to the ropes. He bounds off and looks for a diving crossbody, but Lockhart catches him. This isn't good....Fallaway Slam to the outside! Fraggle looks to be in pretty bad pain, and Higgins starts the count. He gets to three before Fraggle is even back on his feet. He gets to five and Fraggle climbs up onto the apron. Lockhart charges at him, and Fraggle pulls the top rope down as he ducks, causing Lockart to stumble and fall over the top rope to the outside as well! Great move by the champ now! Fraggle is up and as Lockhart starts to get up, he is met with a seated senton and both men go to the floor!
The tide is turned and things are looking good for Fraggle, he just needs to keep the big man off of his feet. Fraggle hits him with some stomps while he's down in an attempt to keep him down, but Lockhart starts to get up. Fraggle hurries into the ring, and Lockhart gets in, not too far behind. Fraggle runs to the ropes, comes back, and jumps, this time hitting a successful forearm smash that puts Lockhart onto the mat. He walks to the near ropes and climbs to the second one, falling off with an elbow to Lockhart's forehead, and Fraggle covers now! ONE! T--Lockhart kicks out this time!
Fraggle gets to his feet and stomps on Lockhart hard several times, and Lockhart bursts to his feet after the crowd starts cheering him up, sending Fraggle back a few steps. Fraggle comes at Lockhart, but Lockhart hits a huge clothesline in his new found adrenaline rush. Fraggle gets back up, but if floored again. He gets up again, and is floored again! This guy doesn't learn so well apparently. Lockhart motions for Fraggle to get up, and when he does, he is met with a vicious Bicycle Kick, and he covers after Fraggle goes limp and hits the mat like a bag of rocks! ONE! TWO! T--NO, Fraggle kicks out!
Both men lie on the mat for a couple of seconds, but Lockhart is to his feet first. He looks over to Angel, who blows him a kiss, and he pulls Fraggle to his feet. He whips Fraggle into the corner, then hits him with a clothesline. Fraggle comes out of the corner, stumbling, and Lockhart connects with a Powerslam and covers, but it's still not enough to keep Fraggle out of the game!
Lockhart looks semi-frustrated, and he picks Fraggle up, who headbutts him in the chest. This is enough to make him take three steps back and clutch his chest for a second, but he comes back with a vicious boot to the face! He picks Fraggle up and tosses him into the corner like a rag doll, then hits him with TEN knife edge chops, the crowd counting along like a pack of blood hungry animals. These guys are ridiculous. Lockhart whips Fraggle to the opposite corner, and charges at him. He goes for a diving shoulder block into the corner, but eats a face full of turnbuckle, because Fraggle is able to duck and fall out of the way. Fraggle is by no means in a good place, but that bought him a couple of seconds at least. Lockhart doesn't fall, thanks to being able to hang onto the top rope. He leans on the ropes, and starts to get off them when Fraggle starts getting up.
He traills behind Fraggle as Fraggle crawls toward one of the ropes, and Angel is yelling something to Lockhart. This distracts Higgins, who looks to her to stop, and Fraggle lifts a leg out of instinct, connecting right into the crotch of Lockhart! Jack hits the mat as both hands go to the jewels, and Fraggle pulls himself up using the corner. Higgins questions Fraggle, but Fraggle just shakes his head, insisting he has no clue what's going on! God dammit! This match is tainted now! Fraggle runs a hand through his hair as he looks down at Lockhart. He climbs up to the top rope, the whole time doing it without taking his eyes off the big man. He jumps off, looking for a Diving Elbow, but Lockhart rolls out of the way! That's why it's called high risk, and that's what I call justice!
Lockhart gets to his feet slowly, a look of rage taking over him. He grabs Fraggle by the hair, and throws him to the outside of the ring. He then goes onto the apron and as Fraggle starts to stir, he jumps off with a double axe handle, which just overwhelms Fraggle and lays him out flat. Fraggle is spread eagled out onto the floor outside as Lockhart stomps away, and Higgins counts. Higgins gets to eight, and Lockhart rolls into the ring, and rolls right back out, which restarts the count.
Lockhart pulls Fraggle to his feet and looks to whip him into the ringpost. Fraggle is able to stop himself though, hitting it with a hand and swinging around. He does go flying across the floor, landing roughly on his spine, but it's better than face first into a steel pole. Lockhart walks over, still raging about earlier, and picks Fraggle up. He rolls Fraggle into the ring and slides in right behind him. He marches around the ring, getting the crowd fired up, and get fired up they do. He picks Fraggle up by the throat, then lifts him! Just when you think he's gonna hit the Earth Tremble, Fraggle squirms his way out and is able to counter it into a DDT! Fraggle is right back in this thing now! Fraggle covers! ONE! .......TWO! .........THRE--Lockhart gets a shoulder into the air!
Fraggle looks plenty depressed, but determined, as he pounds on Lockhart's chest a few times. These guys battle it out for another minute, struggling to even be alive, and then Fraggle hits the Fraggle Rock Drop! He covers and gets the victory!
Rebecca: Here is your winner.....David Fraggle!
"Francois Martin" hits, and the fans boo loudly as Fraggle holds the belt high. We see Alex Morgan standing at one of the aisles, slowly clapping for Fraggle, and that's where the show stops! What the hell does that mean exactly?