Post by Alice White on Apr 15, 2014 1:29:38 GMT -5
The scene cuts in to an almost packed Ramada Inn banquet hall. 432 people are here, not quite getting to the maximum of 500. The staff have helped out greatly to help with the Spring Break theme, and a few of them have even volunteered to hang out around the walls in beach chairs with bathing suits and sunglasses. The camera cuts to the reporting table, where we see none other than a COMMENTATING TEAM!
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NAW Meltdown! We have the Spring Break SuperCard for you tonight, and that card is absolutely stacked! I'm here with Teddy Moser who will be joining us as a full time staff member, and for tonight at least, the return of none other than my old broadcast partner....JIM TORRES!
Torres: Hey guys and gals, I'm here tonight, and I guess we'll see how things go. We do have one hell of a card for you, and I'm pretty stoked to see Gunner Hughes wipe the floor with David Fraggle.
Gould: Jesus, Jim, you're like the worst kind of person.
Torres: Glad to see you haven't changed yet. Teddy, I'm sorry you have to work with this guy. I'm moving on up though, so it's all good.
Moser: Wow, this should be a fun night. But honestly, I'm eager to see how the Horizon Championship picture turns out.
Gould: That's a great point, Teddy. We've got one hell of a layout for that, and I can't wait to see what two guys go in to face Lockhart in the I Quit Match!
The team is cut off by "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam. Matt Clark, our special guest for the evening, is seen at one of the doors. He walks over to one of the young ladies in bikinis and shoots her a smile before blowing her a kiss.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and is a handicap match! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...our special guest for the evening....Matt Clark!
He comes down the aisle, greeting fans and giving out some high fives until he gets to the ring, where he rolls in. He smiles and continues to get the crowd cheering as he looks to all doors to see where the opposition may be coming from. After several seconds of waiting, he finally hears "Getaway Driver" and the crowd cheers their approval. After several seconds, the two guys from Chicago appear at one of the doors, really excited to be here.
Rebecca: And his opponents, from the Greenpoint section of Chicago, Illinois....the Greenpoint Gangstaz!
Westriver jumps up on McHale's back as he holds an arm in the air, yelling for McHale to charge. McHale does, and he stops suddenly, and Westriver launches himself off of McHale and lands on the apron, using the top rope as support. He gets into the ring and McHale slides in as well. The two men look over at Clark, who looks pretty ready to go.
Matt Clark vs the Greenpoint Gangstaz
The bell rings, and Terry decides to start the match. Clark reaches out for a handshake, and Terry reluctantly accepts it, and they mutually agree to a lockup right then and there. Clark has a slight power advantage, and is able to put Terry in a neutral corner(which is any corner that doesn't have JJ McHale in it, honestly), and makes sure he's steady. He backs up a step and looks for a boot to Terry's chest. But Terry ducks and Clark boots the turnbuckle instead.
Torres: The guy is too quick for this kid. Not sure what Clark is trying to prove by doing this match anyway.
Gould: He's getting his name out there. He's looking for some hometown exposure after IoW in Detroit shut down suddenly.
Moser: I was a huge fan of IoW, and Clark's a great guy. I hope for the best for him in his career, I really do.
Terry charges at Clark, who reacts quickly and grabs him, turning what could have been a good move for Westriver into a backbreaker. He gets to his feet and holds his arms out, grabbing Terry by the hair and throwing a few strikes to the chest, then whipping him into the ropes. Terry comes back and Clark lands a Back Body Drop, then looks around before going for a quick cover.
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Kickout by Terry!
Moser: Thought he might have had something there!
Torres: Oh, please. Clark is a chump.
Clark picks up Terry and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits a corner splash, a huge smile on his face as he lifts Terry up into a Fireman's Carry position. Terry wiggles a lot though, slipping out behind Clark and rolling him up!
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Kickout by Clark! Clark gets up and is immediately Clotheslined by Terry and both men lie on the mat for about a second before hurrying back up.
Torres: What a clothesline! Thought he might have had his head taken off with that one, Gould!
Gould: It was a great impact. This match is starting out fantastic.
Both men are right back to their feet, and Terry tags in McHale, who licks his lips as he gets into the ring. Clark comes at him, and McHale looks for a right hand, but Clark ducks, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a double handed takedown! He gets to his feet and runs over to the corner, hopping onto the top turnbuckle and coming off with an elbow drop. He covers, but McHale kicks out right away. Clark is back to his feet and as McHale gets up, Clark looks for a heel kick. McHale catches the leg though, spinning it into an ankle lock, and Clark squirms around a lot, getting to the ropes fairly quickly, and McHale lets go at Eddie Higgins' request.
Gould: Wow, these guys all seem to want the win.
Clark gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, and is met with a clothesline from Westriver from out of nowhere that sends both men over the top rope to the outside. Higgins yells at Terry, telling him he's not the legal man in, so he can't be attacking Clark like that, and Terry just kinda shrugs as he goes back to the apron. Clark stumbles to his feet and slides back into the ring. McHale greets him with a right hand to the face when he gets to his feet, and this is repeated four more times, Clark hurrying right back to his feet after each shot. After the fifth, McHale hits him with a clothesline, making him do a full flip in the air before hitting the mat. McHale goes for a cover!
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TWO
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Clark kicks out again!
Torres: What's it gonna take to keep this clown down?
Gould: Matt Clark is one hell of a fighter, Jim. He's not gonna back down easy.
Clark slowly gets back up and McHale lands a Vertical Suplex. This is followed by two leg drops, and McHale picks him up again, this time sending him to the mat with a vicioius Powerbomb that causes the whole ring to shake from the impact. Clark is flat on his back and McHale covers him, hooking the leg.
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TWO
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A shoulder up from Clark again! McHale looks semi-frustrated as he gets up and tags in his partner, who comes charging at Clark and hits him with a huge crossbody that sends them both to the mat. Terry hops right back up though and runs to the ropes, jumping up and springboarding off with a moonsault. He covers!
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TWO
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Kickout again!
Torres: Another kickout from Clark, this guy just won't stay the hell on the mat!
Gould: I've told you a few times, he's tough. He's not just gonna roll over and take this loss!
Terry gets up and picks up Clark, who shoves him. Terry comes at Clark, but is met with a Clothesline. Clark drops an elbow, then gets to his feet, looking to pump up the crowd. He leans on the turnbuckle, and when Terry is to his feet, Clark hits him with a running boot that looks like it might have just killed the smaller man. He drops to the mat, lifeless, and Clark runs over to McHale, knocking him from the apron. He goes over and covers Terry now.
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Terry kicks out! Clark looks very upset about it and pounds the mat. He gets up and looks at Higgins, who holds up two fingers, and Clark shakes his head. He grabs Terry and whips him into the corner. He looks at the fans surrounding the ring and nods his head. He then charges at Terry and goes flat as soon as McHale is in the ring and his boot meets the side of Clark's head! Higgins chases McHale out of the ring, and he has no problem going to the outside. Terry looks at the downed Clark and smiles as he goes to the corner.
Torres: Here we go....SPLASH!!!
Terry hits Clark and immediately converts it into a cover with the leg hooked!
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THREE!
"Getaway Driver" hits and the Greenpoint Gangstaz begin to celebrate in the ring, holding their arms high as Clark rolls out of the ring immediately, clutching a few of the sore spots on his body.
Gould: That was a great opening match, and you have to admit, for being in a two-on-one situation, he did a great job of holding his own there.
Torres: He didn't do too awful, but it wasn't in his favor to begin with. These guys are animals in the ring, we've seen it many times before.
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We come back from a short clip teasing some later matches. As always the crowd is hot and we get a close up of Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres sitting at the announce booth as always.
Malcolm Gould: It’s already been a crazy night and we still have more action to go
His broadcast partner Jim Torres nodes his head in agreement with that statement. After a few moments the always colorful gives his thoughts on the night so far as well.
Jim Torres: Yeah it’s been one hell of a night and I can be sure it’s only going to get better as we roll back into the action.
At the moment a man in a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans walks down the ramp with no music behind him. By his size one can be sure its Trent Brown. The fans cheer and boo as he makes his way to the ring.
Malcolm Gould: this has to be Trent Brown. He’s making statements on twitter about how’s taking off some sort of mask and is going to be his real self.
Jim Torres: Yeah we all have been reading these tweets from him and a few days ago his twitter account was deleted. Trent’s gone off the deep end that’s for sure.
After Trent gets into the ring he takes off the hood that was covering his head and all are shocked at his new look. Short sandy brown like hair left in an untamed like mess and a lot more color to his skin the he’s ever had.
Jim Torres: what the hell?! Trent Brown looks nothing like the man we’ve all come to know and respect.
Malcolm Gould: Folks I don’t what to tell you but this is Trent Brown but how and why he looks like this I can’t explain.
At this moment with that trademark smirk we’ve come to know comes across Trent’s face and with a different sound to his voice Trent explains his actions and new look.
Trent: What we you people expecting someone else? Look that man was a fake shell of who the real man that was portraying him to be is. This is the real me. I got sucked into playing that pasty potato eating leprechaun a long time ago. I was so desperate to make it in this business I was willing to do anything. So I changed my hair, my skin everything to get noticed by the big wheels. Hell I even put on a fake accent.
The fans are now booing Trent with such force one could not hear their own voice. After the fan’s disapproval dies down a bit Trent goes into further detail about his new or real self.
Trent: I thought my little plan had paid off when I got signed by NAW. But what did it get me?
Trent now proceeds to show the fans the crazy psychotic side to him as he yells into the mic.
Trent: IT DIDN'T GET ME A DAMN THING!! ALL IT GOT ME WAS A JOB BE TREATED AS A JOKE! I’M NOT A JOKE ! I’M A DAMN GOOD WRESTLER. HELL I’M A GOD IN THIS RING! No matter those days are over now. As for Kate’s and my marriage it was just played out for the media. She knew this image I had was a shame just to please all of you. The photos , the press release it was all an act. It was like a reality TV show. All scripted. We got married for real last night. I can tell you this though . Kate‘s happy I can be my true self or at least that’s what she told me all night last night.
With that last remark there’s boos and all kinds of catcalls. With degust in his voice our play by play speaks once again.
Malcolm Gould: We really didn’t need to hear that. This is a family show!
Once more Trent speaks one last time before leaving the ring.
Trent: The truth is I’m just as American as the rest of you. The Trent Brown you’ve come to known is dead and gone. The real Trent Brown from the dirty streets of Cleveland, Ohio is going to be around for a long time and there’s not a damn thing you or anyone can do about it.
Trent drops the mic to the mat and it lands with an echoing thud. As Trent leaves the ring and walks up the ramp he gives yet another smirk before walking backstage.
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We go to another quick teaser for the night's main event, and we come back to the front, where our commentary team is ready.
Moser: What a great night we have ahead of us ladies and gentlemen, several awesome matches ahead of us!
Gould: Hey...that's my line...
Torres: Looks like we might have your replacement, Gould!
Gould: He's actually yours...but ya know...
The crowd cheers when they hear "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" play over the speakers. Jenny Smith, the Dutch Diva, appears by one of the doors, looking around at the fans.
Rebecca: The next match is to crown a new Femme Fatale Champion and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The Netherlands.....The Dutch Diva....JENNY SMITH!
She doesn't look incredibly aproving of the guys who are whistling at her, but she heads down the ramp, her eyes focused on the ring. She slides into the ring, hurrying to her feet and holding her arms high. She heads to her corner as she finishes getting herself ready. As she does this, her music cuts out to make way for "Bad" by Downstait. The crowd looks around the arena, then we see Katherine Brock-Brown, sporting a new look alongside her husband, who was seen and heard from a few minutes ago.
Moser: Wow, Katherine is looking good tonight.
Torres: She was always looking good.
Moser: Yeah, but I mean...look at that!
Gould: *sighs*
Rebecca: And her opponent.....from Buckner, Misourri....KATHERINE BROCK-BROWN!
She looks around at the fans, not paying them a whole lot of mind as she heads for the ring. She gets into the ring and stares at Jenny, who looks unimpressed.
The two of them stare each other down as "Bad" fades out.
Katherine Brock-Brown vs Jenny Smith
The bell rings, and they both circle the ring several times. This goes on for like a minute before Jenny charges for Kat. Kat sidesteps her and shakes her head. Jenny gets right back up, and furiously, she charges again, with Kat once again sidestepping her. Jenny gets up and says "Come on!" and Kat just smiles. She runs at Jenny, who ducks, and Kat runs to the ropes. Kat comes up and both of them clothesline each other simultaneously. As quick as they hit the mat, both of them are right back up on their feet. They lock up now, but that ends in a stalemate.
Torres: They've seen each other in action too many times. They know too much, this match is bound to suck!
Moser: Or it could be the best match of the night!
Gould: Indeed.
They stare each other down again, and more than two minutes into the match, not much has happened. The fans who were hoping for some quick action are beginning to get restless, and they start chanting "WE WANT ACTION *clap-clap...clap-clap-clap*". The two women lock up again, and this time Kat comes away with the advantage after an Arm Drag. She holds onto Jenny's arm as she gets back up, and starts kicking Jenny in the ribs. Luckily for Jenny, she is near a rope and is able to reach out to it. Higgins gives Kat a count to break by, and she utilizes the majority of it before letting go at the last possible second. Jenny rolls out of the ring to collect herself, and while Kat and Higgins yell at each other, Trent rolls Jenny right back in.
Gould: Oh, come on!
Torres: What? The fans want some action, and he's just obliging.
Kat starts stomping on Jenny, right around the area where she was just kicking her in the ribs. She picks Jenny up and whips her into the corner. She comes at Jenny, flipping in mid air and hitting Jenny right in the chest. Kat manages to slide down Jenny's front, and wrap her legs around Jenny's torso, interlocking them behind Jenny. She then uses them to flip Jenny forward, landing on her neck, roll with this, and turn it into a rollup pin attempt.
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Jenny manages to get out of it.
Gould: That was a brilliant display, with the new look comes a new gameplan?
Torres: Perhaps. I'm not against it, and if we're seeing these things, I can imagine why Trent married her, haha!
Moser and Torres share a laugh and Gould sighs again. Kat gets to her feet quickly, and Jenny is slightly dazed as she gets to her feet. Kat comes at her and hits her with a Clothesline. She then goes to the corner, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and coming off of it with a Leg Drop that connects to Jenny. Kat looks around at the fans, who are starting to warm up to the match now that things are happening. She pulls Jenny to her feet and looks to kick her in the chest, but Jenny catches the leg and spins Kat around. Jenny presses a knee into the spine of Kat and grabs her arms, forcing Kat down to her knees with the pressure. Kat starts to scream, and Jenny smiles wickedly.
Gould: Jenny could potentially pick up the win right here! She's got Kat in the center!
Kat focuses all possible energy into pulling her arms forward, and somehow, miraculously, it works! Jenny comes forward, but in a great counter, turns Kat pulling her toward her into a Snapmare. Both women lie on their backs for a few seconds before getting up. They both get up at almost the same time, and stare each other down for several seconds before Kat comes at Jenny. Jenny looks for a Hip Toss, but Kat plants herself, and looks to hit Jenny with one of her own. Jenny plants her feet again though, and sweeps the leg, planting Kat onto her back. Jenny hops up and comes down with a fist to Kat's face, then she covers and hooks the leg!
ONE
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TW--Kat gets a shoulder up!
Gould: That looked like it may have hurt, not sure how Kat's head is feeling.
Torres: I don't know, but Jenny better hope it hurts a lot or she's gonna be in for a world of hurt.
Jenny pulls Kat to her feet, bringing her to the corner by her hair. Jenny sits herself onto the top turnbuckle, with her feet on the second rope on either side of the post. She propels herself off, looking for a Tornado DDT, but Kat is able to counter it into a Northern Lights Suplex pin!
ONE
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TW--Jenny kicks out this time!
Torres: I'd make a comment, but someone would probably counter it.
Moser: Ba-dum-bum-tsss
Torres: Thank you, I'll be here all week!
Gould: Sadly...
The women are back on their feet and Jenny looks to be in pain as she reaches for her spine. Kat takes advantage and runs at her, hitting her with a running knee that takes Jenny off her feet. Kat hurries back to her feet and leans in the corner as Jenny rolls onto her stomach and crawls toward the rope. Kat lines herself up with Jenny, and as Jenny pulls herself up, facing Kat, Kat comes at her with a running Dropkick, and Jenny goes over the top rope and to the outside. Kat smiles somewhat wickedly as she runs to the opposite ropes, coming back and diving over the top rope, taking down Jenny, who was back to her feet, and both of them lie on the floor outside for a few seconds as Higgins starts counting.
Gould: This match is getting very intense.
(....1....2) Kat gets up first and picks up Jenny, lifting her and planting her spine into the ring post. She does it again, and Jenny falls onto the floor again, reaching back to clutch her back where she was just hit. Kat picks her up and rolls her into the ring, then slides in herself, on her hands and knees looking at Jenny, who might just be done. Kat covers, hooking a leg.
ONE
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TW--Shoulder up by Jenny!
Torres: How could she possibly get a shoulder up from that? She should be just about paralyzed!
Moser: But evidently alive enough to keep this match going.
Gould: Not sure it's a wise decision though, Kat has this pretty much dominated.
Kat picks up Jenny and whips her into the corner. She comes at her and hits her with a vicious corner clothesline, and as Jenny falls out onto her knees, Kat boots her in the jaw hard, flattening her again. She covers, but Jenny's foot is under the rope from the get go, and Higgins won't count. Kat gets to her feet and yells at him, and he points to Jenny's leg. Kat shakes her head and starts to pick Jenny up, but Jenny becomes aware and is able to roll Kat up in a pin attempt.
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TW-NO!
Torres: Jenny thought she could pull a fast one on Kat there, but no dice this time.
Jenny is to her feet, and Kat is getting up. Jenny runs and knees Kat in the temple, putting her onto her back again. Jenny looks down at Kat before going to a nearby corner and climbing to the top. She comes off with a Moonsault, and hooks the leg!
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TWO
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Another shoulder up by Kat!
Gould: How does she do it?
Torres: Because Kat is the best women's wrestler to step foot inside the NAW ring, Gould.
Moser: She is one of the greats. But to be fair, there haven't been many.
Jenny gets to her feet, looking more frustrated than ever as she leans on the ropes. She uses them to support her to the corner, and she climbs to the top turnbuckle. Just as she's about to get to her feet and come off, Kat is able to come to her feet, charge over, hop onto the second turnbuckle, and hit Jenny with a Spear, and both of them go from the top rope to the floor on the outside, and both of them are flat and lifeless.
Moser: Wow! You can see just how bad both of these ladies want this championship when you see moves like that!
Torres: Not sure if they want to die or win more, but both could possibly happen here.
Jenny rolls onto her stomach, not able to move much at the moment, and Kat lays on her back, kicking her legs as she tries to get herself motivated to get up. Eddie looks at both of them and makes sure they're okay before starting the count out. (.....1 .....2) Kat rolls onto her side, facing the ring, and crawls toward it, and Jenny picks her head up, crawling for a guardrail. (.....3 .....4) Kat pulls herself up with the help of the ring apron, and Jenny is still trying to crawl. (.....5 .....6) Kat walks over to jenny, semi-groggily, and picks her up by her hair. She drags Jenny to the ring and rolls her in, then slides in behind her. They both lie on the mat now, still trying to regroup.
Gould: Wow, guys. That really took a huge toll on both of them.
Kat leans on the ropes, and Jenny crawls toward the ropes as well, picking herself up. When she gets to her feet, Kat kicks her in the stomach. She then plants Jenny on the mat with a DDT! Kat covers, hooking the leg!
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TWO!
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THRE--NO!
Torres: That was three!
Gould: Nope, that was two!
Katherine looks devastated, and lays on her back next to Jenny. She gets to her feet, and looks at her downed opponent. She picks Jenny up and throws a few shots at her.
Torres: Lifts her up...adn there it is! The End! The match is gonna be over!
Kat covers and hooks a leg!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Kat shoots up and holds her arms high, heading to a turnbuckle where she holds her arms high and when she gets down, Higgins hands her the championship belt, and she takes it quickly, holding it in the air as "Bad" plays again. Shelooks down at Jenny, then holds her belt high again as she leaves the ring.
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We are in the parking garage as a nice, clean, long limo rolls right up to the camera man.
Torres: Oh goody! A limo! I always love these shots. You never know who it could be. The drama. The excitement.
Gould: Calm down there Jim.
Torres: Who do you think it is?
Gould: It could be anyone.
As the commentators debate over who it could possibly be, the camera man does his job and walks the length of the car, and stares at the door. Then, the suspense is over. The door swings open. A pair of dress shoes kick their way out of the car, and rest on the pavement. The camera pans up, showing the slacks. Then the suit. Then the face of the man, who is obviously dressed to impress.
Gould: It's....
Torres: Wait, look!
The mystery man is all smiles and is revealed to be Kevin Hill.
Gould: It's... Kevin Hill. The former owner of the now defunct United Wrestling League that NAW was a part of last year.
Torres: What is he doing here?
Neither Gould or Torres can answer that. Kevin Hill, briefcase in hand shuts the door to the limo, adjusts his suit, then begins his march through the parking garage, leaving the camera behind him.
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When we cut back to the front, "Dawgs" plays over the system. The Latin Kings appear by one of the doors and run straight down the aisle.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Body Bag Match! Introducing first, the Latin Kings!
They both slide into the ring, side by side, smiles on their faces. Marco holds his arms high as he hops up and down, getting quite a bit of fan reaction, and he throws his bandana into the audience, and a few kids reach for it, pulling and tugging slightly until someone is the sole holder of it. Diego runs the ropes a few times, and they both high five before waiting in one corner of the ring as their music fades out. As "Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system the lights go out. Carmesí and Thee Vamp walk out from behind the curtains and walk slowly to the ring.
Rebecca: And their opponents....The Lost Family!
When they get to the ring they slide into it and crawls to the centre of the ring as the lights go back on. They then wait on the match to start.
Latin Kings vs Lost Family
Higgins rings the bell, and the fans cheer as the two teams clash. Carmesi runs at Marco, who leap frogs him. Diego whips Thee Vamp into the ropes, and Thee Vamp comes back, being met with a Hip Toss. He hurries back to his feet, and the two of them alternate right hands. Vamp hits Diego hard, sending him over the top rope to the outside. He slams Diego's head into the table that holds two body bags, then throws him into the ring stairs. Diego grasps his shoulder, shouting in pain, and Thee Vamp comes after him. He picks Diego up and plants him right on the floor with a DDT, causing a decent crowd pop.
Inside the ring, Marco is dominating his side of the matchup, and he whips Carmesi into the corner. He runs and hits a huge Dropkick to Carmesi, and hurries to his feet. He pulls Carmesi to his feet and whips him to the ropes. When Carmesi comes back, Marco takes him down and hits him with a few right hands. He pulls him to the center of the ring, elbows him in the side of the head, then connects with a Snap Suplex.
Gould: A lot of quick paced action, and the Latin Kings said very little over the past several weeks, but it looks like they wanted to let their actions speak for them.
Torres: Well Diego better get on it, or else he isn't gonna have much of a chance to speak.
Thee Vamp picks Diego up, and Diego shoves him. Vamp comes back though, hitting a huge Clothesline that causes Diego to land on the back of his head on the floor. Vamp stomps on him a few times before picking him up. He pulls him to the guardrail and slams Diego's head into it. He does it five times before slamming him to the floor again, and turns to the ring just in time to see Carmesi being thrown to the floor roughly. He goes over to Carmesi, and is met with a Suicide Dive from Marco after he picks Carmesi up to his feet. Marco gets up and runs around the ring, getting the crowd pumped up.
Moser: I've never seen a performance like this from Marco Uribe. I don't even know the last time I've seen a performance like this, honestly.
Marco picks up Carmesi and throws him into the ringpost, which looks like it might have just knocked him out. He then turns and is met with a Big Boot from Thee Vamp. Vamp picks him up and whips him into Diego, causing both members of the Latin Kings to run into each other, and both of them go down after the collision. Vamp and Carmesi each go to one of them now, both of them lifting their opponents up. Vamp Scoop Slams Diego onto a guardrail right in the center of his back, and Carmesi plants Marco with a DDT. He pulls Marco over to the table with one of the body bags on it and proceeds to lay Marco on the table. As he's stuffing Marco into the bag, Marco swings his head up and headbutts him. He sits on the table, then climbs up onto it, coming off with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors takedown!
Gould: Great comeback move, and this thing can go either way!
Marco grabs Carmesi, rolling him into the ring. He hops up onto the apron, jumps up, and as Carmesi gets to his feet, Marco springboards off the top rope for a Forearm Smash! He gets up and hops up and down a bit, getting the crowd hyped. On the outside, Diego and Thee Vamp are seen fighting their way along an aisle. Diego slams Vamps head into a guardrail, then whips him into a wall of the hall. They fight a bit at the end of the hall, and work their way right out the door!
Torres: No! We can't see them now, and I don't think we have a camera on them at the moment!
Marco throws Carmesi back out of the ring, and then he slides out. Carmesi hops right to his feet though and comes at Marco, hitting him with a Diving Clothesline! Marco gets hit roughly, and stays down for a few seconds. Carmesi waits for him to get up, and when he does, Carmesi connects with the Crim Kick! He pulls Marco to the table, throwing him onto it. He drops an elbow to Marco's face FIVE times, then starts shoving his lifeless body into a bag. He gets it zipped up completely, and Marco is done. A "mortician" on staff starts pushing the wheeled table along the aisle right out the door. As he goes out, Thee Vamp is now in control and he throws Diego into the hall, Diego rolling along the aisle. Carmesi comes up and pulls Diego to ringside by his head, then slams him into the ring apron. He does it again, and Thee Vamp comes down running, hitting Diego with a vicious Shoulder Block!
Torres: Picks him up...and there it is! Thee Slam!
They both pick Diego up and throw him onto the other table, zipping up the body bag with Diego inside with no issues. The bell rings.
Rebecca: Your winners....The Lost Family!
The "mortician" at that table pushes it up the aisle and The Lost Family head up another aisle.
Gould: Wow, that was quite the intense matchup for a little while there, but right now we have Barry Lincoln backstage, we're going to see if we can maybe get some sort of update on why Kevin Hill might be here.
We cut backstage to find Barry in the halls, with his back to a shut door.
Barry Lincoln: Thanks guys, we were not permitted to enter the room, but we do have very good sources say that UWL Owner, Kevin Hill was seen entering this room, as was Mr. Morgan.
Gould: Why are they in there Barry?
Lincoln: We do not know. One witness did say that Mr Morgan seemed very, very nervous. Even sweating. Another said he saw what looked like lawyers enter the room.
Torres: And no one knows what the meeting is about?
Lincoln: People are saying numerous things Jim. Some feel perhaps Hill is here to sue Alex Morgan and the NAW!
Torres: Sue us?!? Why?
Lincoln: Well almost a year to the date, today, UWL Fully Loaded was scheduled to air, when Hill left for a family emergency. What many do not know is, Mr Morgan worked with some, not ALL, of the UWL Network, PW Syndicated staff, to produce the event. These people are saying that Hill is suing for using UWL trademarks without permission.
Gould: So Hill is suing NAW for producing a UWL Event without his permission?
Lincoln: Again, this is just speculation. We do not have any confir....
At that moment, the door swings open. A few suits file out, walking right in front of Lincoln. How rude. Then out comes Kevin Hill. He follows the suits, but stops and looks at Lincoln.
Hill: Hey, how are ya?
Lincoln: .... Good.
Hill: The name's Kevin Hill.
Hill extends his hand.
Lincoln: Barry Lincoln...
The two shake hands.
Hill: Nice to meet ya Barry.
Kevin Hill pats Barry on the shoulder, then walks off, seemingly in a great mood. Barry seems at a loss for words. Alex Morgan makes his way out of the room.
Lincoln: Mr Morgan. Mr Morgan. Can you tell us why Kevin Hill was here tonight?
Morgan: Barry, I can't. I can tell you that... you will probably be seeing a lot more of him.
Alex Morgan walks off, leaving Barry Lincoln there to ponder what that meant.
Lincoln: Well guys, I don't think that answers any questions, but we hope to get more information soon. Back to you.
We cut back to the ringside area, and Gould, Torres and Moser all just look somewhat stunned at what may or may not have transpired in that office.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back.
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When we come back from a quick break, we see Alex Morgan standing in the center of the ring with a huge smile on his face. He has a microphone and the crowd is quiet and waiting for him to say what he has to say.
Morgan: Ladies and gentlemen, how are you liking the show tonight?
They cheer a bit, as loud a s crowd of their size can get anyway, but they still do their best. Morgan nods with a smile on his face.
Morgan: Thats great, really it is. Well, unfortunately, we don't have quite the show that we had planned for you tonight. Unofrtunately, a few of our superstars haven't been able to make the show tonight. They include, Lance St. Evans, Josh Lost, and Matt Ward. So since we can't have our tournament matches, let me present oiur next match! The winner receives this!
Alex Morgan holds up the Horizon Championship and the crowd pops loudly. Morgan smiles and gets out of the ring, and "Eye of the Tiger" plays over the system. The crowd cheers loudly as Jason Price appears, alongside Joann. Jason holds his arms high in the air, and the crowd gets louder for him.
Rebecca: The following match is an I Quit Match for the NAW Horizon Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied by Joann...Jason Price!
Jason slides into the ring and holds his arms up high, walking around the ring a little bit. He runs the ropes a couple of times as his music fades out and Joann finds a seat at ringside actually with the audience, greeting a few of them and kissing a young child on the cheek, which seems to just make his day. As the music fades out, in fades "Warriors of the World" by Manowar.
Rebecca: And his opponent...the Chicago Terror... Jack "The Hammer" Lockhart!
Lockhart appears ext to Angel, looking around at the fans. They head down the ramp slowly, Jason Price hopping up and down to get the blood flowing. He motions for Jack to "bring it" and Jack runs down the aisle and slides into the ring. He gets up and goes for a Clothesline, but Price ducks. Higgins rings the bell, and the two men stare each other down.
Torres: Lockhart has a very clear size advantage here.
Gould: But don't count Price out, he's ready to go and he's not just going to hand Lockhart the victory.
Jack Lockhart vs Jason Price
They lock up, and Lockhart quickly wins that small battle, shoving Price into the ropes. He locks in a choke, and Higgins starts a count. Lockhart utilizes all the time that he's allowed, and whips Price across the ring. Price comes back and ducks a Clothesline, then slides out of the ring. He hops up onto the apron, and Lockhart takes a swing at him when he turns around. Price ducks that and headbutts him in the stomach between the top two ropes. He then headbutts him in the chest after lifting up a little, then hops onto the ropes, springboards off, and hits the giant with a Dropkick that sends him to the mat!
Moser: Price wasting no time in this match, and in turn, he just wound up taking down the big man!
Price holds his arms high as Lockhart starts to get to his feet. He runs over and boots Lockhart in the face, which keeps him down for a few seconds. Higgins grabs the microphone on the ring apron and says "Jack Lockhart, do you quit?" Lockhart shakes his head, yelling "NO!" into the microphone, and Higgins allows Price to get to Lockhart. Price pulls him to his feet, and Lockhart shoves him. Price comes at him and Lockhart boots him in the face, taking him off of his feet for the first time. Price hops to his feet and is met with several hard right hands, then a Vertical Suplex. Before anything can be done, Lockhart plants a Leg Drop right onto Price, and Higgins tells Lockhart to stay back.
Gould: Price isn't gonna quit. He really wants this win.
After confirming, and Price saying "No," the match continues. Lockhart pulls Price to his feet, holds him there, then throws several hard rights to Price's upper-chest. He whips Price into the corner, charging at him and hitting a hip splash. He holds himself there, lets out a loud cry and throws an elbow back that connects with the side of Price's head. He runs to the opposite corner, holding himself there, and when Price is about to move to get out of the corner, he is met with a Spear from Jack that pins him into the corner again! Price collapses in the corner in sitting position, and Lockhart is told to stay back again. With the microphone, he says "Jason Price, do you quit?" After a couple seconds of silence, Price says "No," and Higgins backs away. He nods, and Lockhart runs at Price. He looks for a boot, but Price moves out of the way.
Moser: Good move by Price, a huge boot the right way to that face can kill a man.
Lockhart pulls out of the corner, and comes running at Price. He hits a Clothesline and Price almost flips over the top rope, but he stays in the ring. Lockhart gets in a boxing stance and hits a few good shots to Price's chest, then he whips him across the ring. Price bounces off the other ropes, comes back, and hits a Diving Crossbody that Lockhart wasn't expecting! Price is to his feet, a huge smile on his face. He blows a kiss to Joann, and turns to face Lockhart, who is starting to get up. He runs and kicks Lockhart in the face, sending him back to the mat. He stomps a couple of times into Lockhart's chest, then connects with an Elbow Drop. He goes to the corner, climbing up onto the top turnbuckle. As Lockhart gets to his feet, Price comes off and hits a Missile Dropkick that causes a full flip from Lockhart. Higgins hurries over, asking if Lockhart quits. Lockhart just shakes his head.
Torres: Lockhart doesn't just quit. Both of these men are in a great spot because they have that drive, but in a terrible spot because their opponent has that drive!
Price leans in the corner, and when Lockhart gets up, Lockhart dropping to the mat under him. Price goes to the ropes, stopping and turning himself. Price comes at Lockhart and is planted with a Spinebuster! Lockhart gets to his feet and picks up Price, Scoop Slamming him hard. He does it again, then a third time. After the third, when Price shows no signs of getting up in the next second or two, he's asked again. "No," Price says, his face becoming more determined than ever. He gets to his feet and Lockhart walks over to him, grabbing him by the hair. Lockhart yells something at Price, who knees him in the stomach, forcing Jack to let go. He elbows Jack then, causing him to take step back. He knees Jack in the ribs again and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT. He then rolls out of the ring and pulls Jack to the apron. He climbs up and walks along the apron, connecting with a Leg Drop to the throat of Lockhart and Price stands on the floor outside, his eyes locked on Lockhart. After Lockhart is settled, Higgins holds the microphone out.
Torres: No response....
After several seconds, Lockhart yells "NO!" and rolls onto his stomach. He crawls out of the ring and chases Price. Price turns to face him, and is met with a kick to the midsection. Jack picks up Price looking for a Powerbomb through the commentary table, but Price hits him with a few rights and jumps over, hitting the table on his feet. He turns and knees Lockhart in the head, then hops down, planting Jack face first into the table, but it doesn't break. Lockhart does wind up with a bloody nose, and Price backs up with him. He lifts Jack and connects with the Enforcer through the table! Higgins comes out and gets on one knee, looking at Price first. Price just shakes his head, clearly worse for wear after the misjudgment puts both men through it. He comes over to Jack who just gurgles quietly. Higgins says "What was that?" and Jack, full of shame and self loathing says "I....quit..."
Higgins hurries to his feet and calls for the bell, handing the championship belt to Jason Price, who is struggling to stay on his feet. Joann hurries over to him and helps carry him back to the backstage area alongside one of the on staff trainers.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle holding the NAW Championship as he walks down a corridor.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Alex Morgan this is your last reminder, if you screw me out of the NAW Championship then I will bring about a new change to NAW, a change that won’t be best for your business.
Scene fades.
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When we come back for our main event of the evening the crowd is on their feeet cheering. We hear the shotgun blast through the hall, and a few fans shout. Then, "Dead Man Walking" hits, and the fans applaud as Gunner Hughes appears at one of the doors. He smirks as he walks down the aisle to the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is a Last Man Standing Match for the NAW Championship and is the Main Event of the evening! Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon.....GUNNERRRRR HUUUUUGHES!
Gunner gets to the ring and climbs onto the apron, then gets into the ring. He walks around it once, getting a feel for it and goes to one rope, testing it a bit. He nods as his music fades out and in fades "Francois Martin" by the Tenth Stage. David Fraggle appears at the door with his belt in hand. He heads down the aisles slowly, working to the booing crowd.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Parts Unknown.....The Very Good.....DAVIIIIIIIID FRAAAAAAAAAGGGGGLLLEE!
Fraggle slides into the ring, holding the belt high as he stares right into Gunner's eyes. Gunner does a little bit of stretching as he stares down the opponent that he's not very unfamiliar with as they take to their opposite corners.
David Fraggle vs Gunner Hughes
The two competitors stand across the ring from each other in their respective corners. Gunner moves in and Fraggle runs at him, ducking a Clothesline and bouncing off the ropes. He comes back, ducking another Clothesline, catching himself on the ropes this time. He moves in slow and ducks under a huge right hand swing from Gunner, gets behind him and looks to be going for a German Suplex, but he can't lift Gunner, and is met with a huge elbow to the side of the head. It forces him back, and Gunner turns to face him. Gunner hits him with a few rights, each one making Fraggle step back. Fraggle is eventually in the corner, and Gunner whips him to the opposite corner. Gunner comes at him and hits him with a huge Corner Clothesline!
Torres: Ouch. That was kinda harsh, wasn't it?
Gould: When the title is on the line, Gunner does what needs done, and gets the job done.
Moser: Amen to that. Gunner Hughes is one hell of a fighter.
Fraggle stumbles out of the corner, and Gunner slams him to the mat with a spinning Powerslam! He picks Fraggle up right away, throwing a few rights. Fraggle is able to hold onto his composure though, and throws a right back. The two exchange right hands now, but Gunner continues to take the strength advantage.
Gould: Fraggle isn't gonna get very far if he keeps trying to win strength battles. That's not what he has to offer in this match.
Torres: He'll find a way, Gould, don't worry.
Gunner whips Fraggle into the corner again, coming at him for another clothesline. This time though, Fraggle is able to lift his feet and stop Gunner by booting him in the face. Gunner doesn't go down, but he stops dead in his tracks, actually taking a step back as he reaches up to his mouth to check for bleeding. Fraggle comes out of the corner at him, and Gunner lifts him for a backbreaker, but Fraggle is able to fly around Gunner and turn it into a DDT after some nice aerial maneuvering. Fraggle is up and Higgins starts the count.
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Gunner is to his feet quickly though, and Fraggle comes at him again with a Double Knee Lift, both men going down and getting right back up.
Torres: This is what I'm talking about! Fraggle putting in work!
Both men are up now, Gunner leaning on a rope for a second. Fraggle runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off and Gunner charges at him at the same time. They intersect in the middle of the ring with Gunner looking for a clothesline, but Fraggle ducks and keeps going, sliding out of the ring. The crowd boos at Fraggle dodging action, and Gunner waves for him to come back into the ring, ready to go in the center. Fraggle walks around the ring a bit and Gunner finally gets out, chasing him. Fraggle slides back in, and Gunner does as well, but Fraggle is up too quickly and starts stomping on Gunner before he can get up.
Gould: Hate to say it, but Fraggle is proving why he's the champ right now.
Gunner fights his way to his feet and Fraggle starts hitting him with some rights. Gunner is taking steps back until he's in the corner. Fraggle climbs up to the second turnbuckle, pounding away at Gunner. He gets to about six before Gunner is able to lift him and toss him away, Fraggle doing a full backflip, but getting right to his feet. He charges to Gunner, looking for a Dropkick, but Gunner has his wits about him and swats him off, the dropkick taking a minimal toll on him and Fraggle rolls to the outside again, triggering more boos from the crowd. Fraggle gets into the ring reluctantly, and Gunner comes at him. Fraggle does manage a dropkick that takes Gunner down this time, but it appears that he misjudged it and hurt a leg slightly in the process. Gunner is crawling to the ropes and Fraggle is limping around just slightly.
Moser: Looks like Fraggle tweaked something there, but he seems to be walking it off.
Torres: Yeah, I'm sure he'll get it fixed right here.
Gould: He's fine. If anything, it's an act.
Gunner comes at Gunner with a huge Clothesline that absolutely devastates, and the crowd erupts in a chant of "GUNNER HUGHES! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*" and Higgins goes.
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Fraggle starts to get up, and Gunner comes at him, kneeing him in the ribs and sending him through the ropes to the outside. He catches himself and lands on the apron though, and gets right to his feet. Gunner comes at him again, and this time he ducks, pulling the top rope down and Gunner tumbles over the top rope to the outside. Fraggle gets to his feet and when Gunner gets down, he comes down and connects with a Tornado DDT! Both men lie on the floor outisde, and Higgins counts for both now!
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Fraggle is up now.
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Gunner is up now, leaning on the guardrail. Fraggle charges at him, and Gunner sends him over the rail after leaning forward. Fraggle tumbles into the audience, fans all jumping back to not get hit.
Torres: Gould, how have we not been sued by a fan yet? These guys wind up in the crowd far too often.
Fraggle is able to hurry to his feet, coming at the rail, and diving over it, taking out Gunner in the process. He crawls to Gunner, on one knee, and starts pounding him with several right hands. Fraggle gets to his feet and pulls Gunner up. He goes to throw Gunner into the ring stairs, but Gunner gives a shove at the same time and they both go into them. Both men lie on the floor on the outside and Higgins starts a double count now.
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Gunner starts to stir, but can't quite find his bearings.
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Gunner is to his feet and he looks down at Fraggle, who is crawling toward him.
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Fraggle uses the stairs for support and pulls himself to his feet. Gunner goes at him for a clothesline, but Fraggle ducks out of the way and Gunner whiffs, almost stumbling over himself and falling again, but he catches himself at the last second. The two men stare at each other, leaning on the ring apron from different sides of the ring and they slide in. They lean on the ropes for a few seconds, both of them trying to catch a breather.
Torres: One of these guys should honestly take the other down. Seriously, it's over if one gets taken out right now.
Gould: Yeah, but I don't think either of them can get off the ropes without falling over himself.
Gunner bounces off the ropes a little bit to give himself a push start, and is able to stay steady and smirks. Fraggle comes off the ropes as well, also keeping his footing pretty well. Fraggle comes at Gunner, who looks for a shot, but Fraggle ducks and goes to the ropes. He bounces off and hits Gunner with a Diving Crossbody. The momentum from it brings them both right back to their feet, but Gunner drops to a knee. He starts to get up and Fraggle comes at him with a Shining Wizard!
Torres: There we go! This match is over!
Gunner lays flat on his back and Fraggle smirks.
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The fans are chanting Gunner's name now, getting as loud as they possibly can for him.
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Gunner uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He is to his feet and Fraggle hits him with a Clothesline, dumping him over the top rope. Gunner grasps the top rope though as he goes, and is able to lean on the ring apron to avoid losing a vertical base. He climbs up onto the ring apron and Fraggle comes at him. Gunner does an incredibly awkward Hip Toss thing from the apron, and both of them hit the floor on the outside very awkwardly, lifeless bodies just laying there.
Moser: I think these guys could be hurt.
Gould: That was an awful fall for both of them, not the height, but just the motions, ugh...
They both stir, but neither one of them can get up, and Higgins even gives a few seconds to see if they're okay before he starts counting.
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Gunner rolls over, tries getting up, but can't stay vertical.
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Fraggle does the same thing, but also can't stay up.
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Higgins calls for the bell, and the crowd is absolutely silent.
Rebecca: This match has ended in a draw!
The crowd is still silent, then a few boos break out, as this means that Fraggle retains the championship. There are trainers with both superstars, helping them up and checking on them in various places. The crowd continues to boo when the title is handed to Fraggle, and he holds it up, a smile on his face. Just then, we hear "Tom Sawyer" play over the speakers, and Alex Morgan appears at one of the aisles, coming down, a microphone in hand. His music cuts, and the fans get quiet for him.
Morgan: Well Mr. Fraggle, normally, I would congratulate you on retaining your championship. The only issue with that is that you didn't win it. I'm not having my biggest match in the past several months end like this, so we are restarting this match, under Last Man Standing rules, right after a short break. I will be here for the restarted match to be sure that we have a clear winner. So ladies and gentlemen, get yourselves ready to see one hell of a battle.
Morgan puts the microphone onto the commentary table and sits down next to it.
Torres: He can't do that, it's not fair! Fraggle retained that title fairly, and now Morgan is screwing him!
Gould: He just wants to see a clear winner to the match, don't you?
Torres: It ended how it ended! If he doesn't like it, that's too damn bad!
Morgan smirks and Fraggle looks furious as we cut away.
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After a short teaser for Heatwave, featuring the Ramones version of the song "California Sun" we see Gunner Hughes and David Fraggle standing in the ring. Alex Morgan has taken off his black jacket and white button down shirt to reveal a referee shirt, announcing himself a special guest referee, but only auxiliary in case he's needed to make a call or something of the sort. Both men are ready to go for the rematch, both are okay for the match and ready to go, looking more energetic than even at the beginning of this whole thing.
Gould: Welcome back with us ladies and gentlemen, we're here to see a clear winner of the NAW Championship Last Man Standing Match! Alex Morgan has restarted the match after the last one ended in a draw moments ago, and he wants to see a winner for sure!
Torres: This is absolute crap, Gould. You know it, I know it, Morgan knows it--
Moser: Nah, it's probably best to see a winner for this match. Wouldn't want to end the show in mystery or controversy, right?
The bell rings, and these two men circle the ring a bit. Fraggle charges at Gunner, who stops him dead in his tracks by getting right in front of him and knocking him to the mat. Gunner stomps on Fraggle's chest a few times before lifting him up. He whips him into the ropes, and when Fraggle comes back, Gunner tosses him up in the air, connecting with a vicious uppercut as Fraggle comes back down. Fraggle is flat, and Gunner leans forward, looking down at the small opponent.
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Fraggle starts getting up, and Gunner pulls him to his feet the rest of the way. He whips Fraggle into the ropes again, and when Fraggle comes back, he ducks a clothesline, and when Gunner turns to face him, he is met with a Spinning Wheel Kick. As Gunner starts to his feet, Fraggle sets up and connects successfully with a Fraggle Rock Drop!
Torres: There it is, the nail in the coffin!
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Gunner rolls onto his side, and Morgan pounds the mat, shouting some encouragement to Gunner.
Torres: You're kidding me! This is a screwjob through and through!
Gould: Morgan has done nothing wrong, he's just trying to keep the match rolling.
Fraggle has picked up Gunner now, and he is throwing some jabs to the midsection. Gunner is backed into a corner, and Fraggle backs up. He runs at Gunner, looking for a dropkick in the corner, but Gunner grabs his legs in an awesome show of reflex, slamming Fraggle to the mat. Gunner moves out of the corner, a huge smile on his face. Fraggle starts getting up groggily, and Gunner meets him with a Buckshot! Fraggle is flat now, and Morgan backs away from the apron.
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Fraggle pulls himself up a bit with the help of the ropes. Gunner runs over to him and stomps on his back, forcing him back to the mat before picking him up. He whips him into the corner, coming at him with a huge Corner Clothesline. Fraggle stumbles out of the corner and Gunner connects another Buckshot! Fraggle is flat now, and Gunner looks exhausted as well.
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Gould: Two Buckshots! Could this get Gunner the win?
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Gunner leans on the ropes, the crowd chanting his name some more.
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Gunner drops to a knee before getting back to his feet, holding his arms high in the air. His music hits, and Morgan grabs the belt from the commentary area. He hands it to Gunner personally, who holds the belt high in the air. The Lost Family members are helping Fraggle up the ramp, both of them looking furious at Morgan, who is shaking Gunner's hand.
Torres: This is ridiculous!
Gould: We have a new NAW Champion!
Gunner holds the belt high and sees Jason Price standing in the crowd applauding, right next to Joann, who looks confused, as the show fades out.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NAW Meltdown! We have the Spring Break SuperCard for you tonight, and that card is absolutely stacked! I'm here with Teddy Moser who will be joining us as a full time staff member, and for tonight at least, the return of none other than my old broadcast partner....JIM TORRES!
Torres: Hey guys and gals, I'm here tonight, and I guess we'll see how things go. We do have one hell of a card for you, and I'm pretty stoked to see Gunner Hughes wipe the floor with David Fraggle.
Gould: Jesus, Jim, you're like the worst kind of person.
Torres: Glad to see you haven't changed yet. Teddy, I'm sorry you have to work with this guy. I'm moving on up though, so it's all good.
Moser: Wow, this should be a fun night. But honestly, I'm eager to see how the Horizon Championship picture turns out.
Gould: That's a great point, Teddy. We've got one hell of a layout for that, and I can't wait to see what two guys go in to face Lockhart in the I Quit Match!
The team is cut off by "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam. Matt Clark, our special guest for the evening, is seen at one of the doors. He walks over to one of the young ladies in bikinis and shoots her a smile before blowing her a kiss.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and is a handicap match! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...our special guest for the evening....Matt Clark!
He comes down the aisle, greeting fans and giving out some high fives until he gets to the ring, where he rolls in. He smiles and continues to get the crowd cheering as he looks to all doors to see where the opposition may be coming from. After several seconds of waiting, he finally hears "Getaway Driver" and the crowd cheers their approval. After several seconds, the two guys from Chicago appear at one of the doors, really excited to be here.
Rebecca: And his opponents, from the Greenpoint section of Chicago, Illinois....the Greenpoint Gangstaz!
Westriver jumps up on McHale's back as he holds an arm in the air, yelling for McHale to charge. McHale does, and he stops suddenly, and Westriver launches himself off of McHale and lands on the apron, using the top rope as support. He gets into the ring and McHale slides in as well. The two men look over at Clark, who looks pretty ready to go.
Matt Clark vs the Greenpoint Gangstaz
The bell rings, and Terry decides to start the match. Clark reaches out for a handshake, and Terry reluctantly accepts it, and they mutually agree to a lockup right then and there. Clark has a slight power advantage, and is able to put Terry in a neutral corner(which is any corner that doesn't have JJ McHale in it, honestly), and makes sure he's steady. He backs up a step and looks for a boot to Terry's chest. But Terry ducks and Clark boots the turnbuckle instead.
Torres: The guy is too quick for this kid. Not sure what Clark is trying to prove by doing this match anyway.
Gould: He's getting his name out there. He's looking for some hometown exposure after IoW in Detroit shut down suddenly.
Moser: I was a huge fan of IoW, and Clark's a great guy. I hope for the best for him in his career, I really do.
Terry charges at Clark, who reacts quickly and grabs him, turning what could have been a good move for Westriver into a backbreaker. He gets to his feet and holds his arms out, grabbing Terry by the hair and throwing a few strikes to the chest, then whipping him into the ropes. Terry comes back and Clark lands a Back Body Drop, then looks around before going for a quick cover.
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Kickout by Terry!
Moser: Thought he might have had something there!
Torres: Oh, please. Clark is a chump.
Clark picks up Terry and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits a corner splash, a huge smile on his face as he lifts Terry up into a Fireman's Carry position. Terry wiggles a lot though, slipping out behind Clark and rolling him up!
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Kickout by Clark! Clark gets up and is immediately Clotheslined by Terry and both men lie on the mat for about a second before hurrying back up.
Torres: What a clothesline! Thought he might have had his head taken off with that one, Gould!
Gould: It was a great impact. This match is starting out fantastic.
Both men are right back to their feet, and Terry tags in McHale, who licks his lips as he gets into the ring. Clark comes at him, and McHale looks for a right hand, but Clark ducks, bounces off the ropes, and comes back with a double handed takedown! He gets to his feet and runs over to the corner, hopping onto the top turnbuckle and coming off with an elbow drop. He covers, but McHale kicks out right away. Clark is back to his feet and as McHale gets up, Clark looks for a heel kick. McHale catches the leg though, spinning it into an ankle lock, and Clark squirms around a lot, getting to the ropes fairly quickly, and McHale lets go at Eddie Higgins' request.
Gould: Wow, these guys all seem to want the win.
Clark gets to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, and is met with a clothesline from Westriver from out of nowhere that sends both men over the top rope to the outside. Higgins yells at Terry, telling him he's not the legal man in, so he can't be attacking Clark like that, and Terry just kinda shrugs as he goes back to the apron. Clark stumbles to his feet and slides back into the ring. McHale greets him with a right hand to the face when he gets to his feet, and this is repeated four more times, Clark hurrying right back to his feet after each shot. After the fifth, McHale hits him with a clothesline, making him do a full flip in the air before hitting the mat. McHale goes for a cover!
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Clark kicks out again!
Torres: What's it gonna take to keep this clown down?
Gould: Matt Clark is one hell of a fighter, Jim. He's not gonna back down easy.
Clark slowly gets back up and McHale lands a Vertical Suplex. This is followed by two leg drops, and McHale picks him up again, this time sending him to the mat with a vicioius Powerbomb that causes the whole ring to shake from the impact. Clark is flat on his back and McHale covers him, hooking the leg.
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A shoulder up from Clark again! McHale looks semi-frustrated as he gets up and tags in his partner, who comes charging at Clark and hits him with a huge crossbody that sends them both to the mat. Terry hops right back up though and runs to the ropes, jumping up and springboarding off with a moonsault. He covers!
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Kickout again!
Torres: Another kickout from Clark, this guy just won't stay the hell on the mat!
Gould: I've told you a few times, he's tough. He's not just gonna roll over and take this loss!
Terry gets up and picks up Clark, who shoves him. Terry comes at Clark, but is met with a Clothesline. Clark drops an elbow, then gets to his feet, looking to pump up the crowd. He leans on the turnbuckle, and when Terry is to his feet, Clark hits him with a running boot that looks like it might have just killed the smaller man. He drops to the mat, lifeless, and Clark runs over to McHale, knocking him from the apron. He goes over and covers Terry now.
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Terry kicks out! Clark looks very upset about it and pounds the mat. He gets up and looks at Higgins, who holds up two fingers, and Clark shakes his head. He grabs Terry and whips him into the corner. He looks at the fans surrounding the ring and nods his head. He then charges at Terry and goes flat as soon as McHale is in the ring and his boot meets the side of Clark's head! Higgins chases McHale out of the ring, and he has no problem going to the outside. Terry looks at the downed Clark and smiles as he goes to the corner.
Torres: Here we go....SPLASH!!!
Terry hits Clark and immediately converts it into a cover with the leg hooked!
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"Getaway Driver" hits and the Greenpoint Gangstaz begin to celebrate in the ring, holding their arms high as Clark rolls out of the ring immediately, clutching a few of the sore spots on his body.
Gould: That was a great opening match, and you have to admit, for being in a two-on-one situation, he did a great job of holding his own there.
Torres: He didn't do too awful, but it wasn't in his favor to begin with. These guys are animals in the ring, we've seen it many times before.
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We come back from a short clip teasing some later matches. As always the crowd is hot and we get a close up of Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres sitting at the announce booth as always.
Malcolm Gould: It’s already been a crazy night and we still have more action to go
His broadcast partner Jim Torres nodes his head in agreement with that statement. After a few moments the always colorful gives his thoughts on the night so far as well.
Jim Torres: Yeah it’s been one hell of a night and I can be sure it’s only going to get better as we roll back into the action.
At the moment a man in a black hooded sweatshirt and jeans walks down the ramp with no music behind him. By his size one can be sure its Trent Brown. The fans cheer and boo as he makes his way to the ring.
Malcolm Gould: this has to be Trent Brown. He’s making statements on twitter about how’s taking off some sort of mask and is going to be his real self.
Jim Torres: Yeah we all have been reading these tweets from him and a few days ago his twitter account was deleted. Trent’s gone off the deep end that’s for sure.
After Trent gets into the ring he takes off the hood that was covering his head and all are shocked at his new look. Short sandy brown like hair left in an untamed like mess and a lot more color to his skin the he’s ever had.
Jim Torres: what the hell?! Trent Brown looks nothing like the man we’ve all come to know and respect.
Malcolm Gould: Folks I don’t what to tell you but this is Trent Brown but how and why he looks like this I can’t explain.
At this moment with that trademark smirk we’ve come to know comes across Trent’s face and with a different sound to his voice Trent explains his actions and new look.
Trent: What we you people expecting someone else? Look that man was a fake shell of who the real man that was portraying him to be is. This is the real me. I got sucked into playing that pasty potato eating leprechaun a long time ago. I was so desperate to make it in this business I was willing to do anything. So I changed my hair, my skin everything to get noticed by the big wheels. Hell I even put on a fake accent.
The fans are now booing Trent with such force one could not hear their own voice. After the fan’s disapproval dies down a bit Trent goes into further detail about his new or real self.
Trent: I thought my little plan had paid off when I got signed by NAW. But what did it get me?
Trent now proceeds to show the fans the crazy psychotic side to him as he yells into the mic.
Trent: IT DIDN'T GET ME A DAMN THING!! ALL IT GOT ME WAS A JOB BE TREATED AS A JOKE! I’M NOT A JOKE ! I’M A DAMN GOOD WRESTLER. HELL I’M A GOD IN THIS RING! No matter those days are over now. As for Kate’s and my marriage it was just played out for the media. She knew this image I had was a shame just to please all of you. The photos , the press release it was all an act. It was like a reality TV show. All scripted. We got married for real last night. I can tell you this though . Kate‘s happy I can be my true self or at least that’s what she told me all night last night.
With that last remark there’s boos and all kinds of catcalls. With degust in his voice our play by play speaks once again.
Malcolm Gould: We really didn’t need to hear that. This is a family show!
Once more Trent speaks one last time before leaving the ring.
Trent: The truth is I’m just as American as the rest of you. The Trent Brown you’ve come to known is dead and gone. The real Trent Brown from the dirty streets of Cleveland, Ohio is going to be around for a long time and there’s not a damn thing you or anyone can do about it.
Trent drops the mic to the mat and it lands with an echoing thud. As Trent leaves the ring and walks up the ramp he gives yet another smirk before walking backstage.
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We go to another quick teaser for the night's main event, and we come back to the front, where our commentary team is ready.
Moser: What a great night we have ahead of us ladies and gentlemen, several awesome matches ahead of us!
Gould: Hey...that's my line...
Torres: Looks like we might have your replacement, Gould!
Gould: He's actually yours...but ya know...
The crowd cheers when they hear "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" play over the speakers. Jenny Smith, the Dutch Diva, appears by one of the doors, looking around at the fans.
Rebecca: The next match is to crown a new Femme Fatale Champion and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The Netherlands.....The Dutch Diva....JENNY SMITH!
She doesn't look incredibly aproving of the guys who are whistling at her, but she heads down the ramp, her eyes focused on the ring. She slides into the ring, hurrying to her feet and holding her arms high. She heads to her corner as she finishes getting herself ready. As she does this, her music cuts out to make way for "Bad" by Downstait. The crowd looks around the arena, then we see Katherine Brock-Brown, sporting a new look alongside her husband, who was seen and heard from a few minutes ago.
Moser: Wow, Katherine is looking good tonight.
Torres: She was always looking good.
Moser: Yeah, but I mean...look at that!
Gould: *sighs*
Rebecca: And her opponent.....from Buckner, Misourri....KATHERINE BROCK-BROWN!
She looks around at the fans, not paying them a whole lot of mind as she heads for the ring. She gets into the ring and stares at Jenny, who looks unimpressed.
The two of them stare each other down as "Bad" fades out.
Katherine Brock-Brown vs Jenny Smith
The bell rings, and they both circle the ring several times. This goes on for like a minute before Jenny charges for Kat. Kat sidesteps her and shakes her head. Jenny gets right back up, and furiously, she charges again, with Kat once again sidestepping her. Jenny gets up and says "Come on!" and Kat just smiles. She runs at Jenny, who ducks, and Kat runs to the ropes. Kat comes up and both of them clothesline each other simultaneously. As quick as they hit the mat, both of them are right back up on their feet. They lock up now, but that ends in a stalemate.
Torres: They've seen each other in action too many times. They know too much, this match is bound to suck!
Moser: Or it could be the best match of the night!
Gould: Indeed.
They stare each other down again, and more than two minutes into the match, not much has happened. The fans who were hoping for some quick action are beginning to get restless, and they start chanting "WE WANT ACTION *clap-clap...clap-clap-clap*". The two women lock up again, and this time Kat comes away with the advantage after an Arm Drag. She holds onto Jenny's arm as she gets back up, and starts kicking Jenny in the ribs. Luckily for Jenny, she is near a rope and is able to reach out to it. Higgins gives Kat a count to break by, and she utilizes the majority of it before letting go at the last possible second. Jenny rolls out of the ring to collect herself, and while Kat and Higgins yell at each other, Trent rolls Jenny right back in.
Gould: Oh, come on!
Torres: What? The fans want some action, and he's just obliging.
Kat starts stomping on Jenny, right around the area where she was just kicking her in the ribs. She picks Jenny up and whips her into the corner. She comes at Jenny, flipping in mid air and hitting Jenny right in the chest. Kat manages to slide down Jenny's front, and wrap her legs around Jenny's torso, interlocking them behind Jenny. She then uses them to flip Jenny forward, landing on her neck, roll with this, and turn it into a rollup pin attempt.
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Jenny manages to get out of it.
Gould: That was a brilliant display, with the new look comes a new gameplan?
Torres: Perhaps. I'm not against it, and if we're seeing these things, I can imagine why Trent married her, haha!
Moser and Torres share a laugh and Gould sighs again. Kat gets to her feet quickly, and Jenny is slightly dazed as she gets to her feet. Kat comes at her and hits her with a Clothesline. She then goes to the corner, climbing up onto the second turnbuckle and coming off of it with a Leg Drop that connects to Jenny. Kat looks around at the fans, who are starting to warm up to the match now that things are happening. She pulls Jenny to her feet and looks to kick her in the chest, but Jenny catches the leg and spins Kat around. Jenny presses a knee into the spine of Kat and grabs her arms, forcing Kat down to her knees with the pressure. Kat starts to scream, and Jenny smiles wickedly.
Gould: Jenny could potentially pick up the win right here! She's got Kat in the center!
Kat focuses all possible energy into pulling her arms forward, and somehow, miraculously, it works! Jenny comes forward, but in a great counter, turns Kat pulling her toward her into a Snapmare. Both women lie on their backs for a few seconds before getting up. They both get up at almost the same time, and stare each other down for several seconds before Kat comes at Jenny. Jenny looks for a Hip Toss, but Kat plants herself, and looks to hit Jenny with one of her own. Jenny plants her feet again though, and sweeps the leg, planting Kat onto her back. Jenny hops up and comes down with a fist to Kat's face, then she covers and hooks the leg!
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TW--Kat gets a shoulder up!
Gould: That looked like it may have hurt, not sure how Kat's head is feeling.
Torres: I don't know, but Jenny better hope it hurts a lot or she's gonna be in for a world of hurt.
Jenny pulls Kat to her feet, bringing her to the corner by her hair. Jenny sits herself onto the top turnbuckle, with her feet on the second rope on either side of the post. She propels herself off, looking for a Tornado DDT, but Kat is able to counter it into a Northern Lights Suplex pin!
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TW--Jenny kicks out this time!
Torres: I'd make a comment, but someone would probably counter it.
Moser: Ba-dum-bum-tsss
Torres: Thank you, I'll be here all week!
Gould: Sadly...
The women are back on their feet and Jenny looks to be in pain as she reaches for her spine. Kat takes advantage and runs at her, hitting her with a running knee that takes Jenny off her feet. Kat hurries back to her feet and leans in the corner as Jenny rolls onto her stomach and crawls toward the rope. Kat lines herself up with Jenny, and as Jenny pulls herself up, facing Kat, Kat comes at her with a running Dropkick, and Jenny goes over the top rope and to the outside. Kat smiles somewhat wickedly as she runs to the opposite ropes, coming back and diving over the top rope, taking down Jenny, who was back to her feet, and both of them lie on the floor outside for a few seconds as Higgins starts counting.
Gould: This match is getting very intense.
(....1....2) Kat gets up first and picks up Jenny, lifting her and planting her spine into the ring post. She does it again, and Jenny falls onto the floor again, reaching back to clutch her back where she was just hit. Kat picks her up and rolls her into the ring, then slides in herself, on her hands and knees looking at Jenny, who might just be done. Kat covers, hooking a leg.
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TW--Shoulder up by Jenny!
Torres: How could she possibly get a shoulder up from that? She should be just about paralyzed!
Moser: But evidently alive enough to keep this match going.
Gould: Not sure it's a wise decision though, Kat has this pretty much dominated.
Kat picks up Jenny and whips her into the corner. She comes at her and hits her with a vicious corner clothesline, and as Jenny falls out onto her knees, Kat boots her in the jaw hard, flattening her again. She covers, but Jenny's foot is under the rope from the get go, and Higgins won't count. Kat gets to her feet and yells at him, and he points to Jenny's leg. Kat shakes her head and starts to pick Jenny up, but Jenny becomes aware and is able to roll Kat up in a pin attempt.
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TW-NO!
Torres: Jenny thought she could pull a fast one on Kat there, but no dice this time.
Jenny is to her feet, and Kat is getting up. Jenny runs and knees Kat in the temple, putting her onto her back again. Jenny looks down at Kat before going to a nearby corner and climbing to the top. She comes off with a Moonsault, and hooks the leg!
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Another shoulder up by Kat!
Gould: How does she do it?
Torres: Because Kat is the best women's wrestler to step foot inside the NAW ring, Gould.
Moser: She is one of the greats. But to be fair, there haven't been many.
Jenny gets to her feet, looking more frustrated than ever as she leans on the ropes. She uses them to support her to the corner, and she climbs to the top turnbuckle. Just as she's about to get to her feet and come off, Kat is able to come to her feet, charge over, hop onto the second turnbuckle, and hit Jenny with a Spear, and both of them go from the top rope to the floor on the outside, and both of them are flat and lifeless.
Moser: Wow! You can see just how bad both of these ladies want this championship when you see moves like that!
Torres: Not sure if they want to die or win more, but both could possibly happen here.
Jenny rolls onto her stomach, not able to move much at the moment, and Kat lays on her back, kicking her legs as she tries to get herself motivated to get up. Eddie looks at both of them and makes sure they're okay before starting the count out. (.....1 .....2) Kat rolls onto her side, facing the ring, and crawls toward it, and Jenny picks her head up, crawling for a guardrail. (.....3 .....4) Kat pulls herself up with the help of the ring apron, and Jenny is still trying to crawl. (.....5 .....6) Kat walks over to jenny, semi-groggily, and picks her up by her hair. She drags Jenny to the ring and rolls her in, then slides in behind her. They both lie on the mat now, still trying to regroup.
Gould: Wow, guys. That really took a huge toll on both of them.
Kat leans on the ropes, and Jenny crawls toward the ropes as well, picking herself up. When she gets to her feet, Kat kicks her in the stomach. She then plants Jenny on the mat with a DDT! Kat covers, hooking the leg!
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THRE--NO!
Torres: That was three!
Gould: Nope, that was two!
Katherine looks devastated, and lays on her back next to Jenny. She gets to her feet, and looks at her downed opponent. She picks Jenny up and throws a few shots at her.
Torres: Lifts her up...adn there it is! The End! The match is gonna be over!
Kat covers and hooks a leg!
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Kat shoots up and holds her arms high, heading to a turnbuckle where she holds her arms high and when she gets down, Higgins hands her the championship belt, and she takes it quickly, holding it in the air as "Bad" plays again. Shelooks down at Jenny, then holds her belt high again as she leaves the ring.
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We are in the parking garage as a nice, clean, long limo rolls right up to the camera man.
Torres: Oh goody! A limo! I always love these shots. You never know who it could be. The drama. The excitement.
Gould: Calm down there Jim.
Torres: Who do you think it is?
Gould: It could be anyone.
As the commentators debate over who it could possibly be, the camera man does his job and walks the length of the car, and stares at the door. Then, the suspense is over. The door swings open. A pair of dress shoes kick their way out of the car, and rest on the pavement. The camera pans up, showing the slacks. Then the suit. Then the face of the man, who is obviously dressed to impress.
Gould: It's....
Torres: Wait, look!
The mystery man is all smiles and is revealed to be Kevin Hill.
Gould: It's... Kevin Hill. The former owner of the now defunct United Wrestling League that NAW was a part of last year.
Torres: What is he doing here?
Neither Gould or Torres can answer that. Kevin Hill, briefcase in hand shuts the door to the limo, adjusts his suit, then begins his march through the parking garage, leaving the camera behind him.
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When we cut back to the front, "Dawgs" plays over the system. The Latin Kings appear by one of the doors and run straight down the aisle.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Body Bag Match! Introducing first, the Latin Kings!
They both slide into the ring, side by side, smiles on their faces. Marco holds his arms high as he hops up and down, getting quite a bit of fan reaction, and he throws his bandana into the audience, and a few kids reach for it, pulling and tugging slightly until someone is the sole holder of it. Diego runs the ropes a few times, and they both high five before waiting in one corner of the ring as their music fades out. As "Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system the lights go out. Carmesí and Thee Vamp walk out from behind the curtains and walk slowly to the ring.
Rebecca: And their opponents....The Lost Family!
When they get to the ring they slide into it and crawls to the centre of the ring as the lights go back on. They then wait on the match to start.
Latin Kings vs Lost Family
Higgins rings the bell, and the fans cheer as the two teams clash. Carmesi runs at Marco, who leap frogs him. Diego whips Thee Vamp into the ropes, and Thee Vamp comes back, being met with a Hip Toss. He hurries back to his feet, and the two of them alternate right hands. Vamp hits Diego hard, sending him over the top rope to the outside. He slams Diego's head into the table that holds two body bags, then throws him into the ring stairs. Diego grasps his shoulder, shouting in pain, and Thee Vamp comes after him. He picks Diego up and plants him right on the floor with a DDT, causing a decent crowd pop.
Inside the ring, Marco is dominating his side of the matchup, and he whips Carmesi into the corner. He runs and hits a huge Dropkick to Carmesi, and hurries to his feet. He pulls Carmesi to his feet and whips him to the ropes. When Carmesi comes back, Marco takes him down and hits him with a few right hands. He pulls him to the center of the ring, elbows him in the side of the head, then connects with a Snap Suplex.
Gould: A lot of quick paced action, and the Latin Kings said very little over the past several weeks, but it looks like they wanted to let their actions speak for them.
Torres: Well Diego better get on it, or else he isn't gonna have much of a chance to speak.
Thee Vamp picks Diego up, and Diego shoves him. Vamp comes back though, hitting a huge Clothesline that causes Diego to land on the back of his head on the floor. Vamp stomps on him a few times before picking him up. He pulls him to the guardrail and slams Diego's head into it. He does it five times before slamming him to the floor again, and turns to the ring just in time to see Carmesi being thrown to the floor roughly. He goes over to Carmesi, and is met with a Suicide Dive from Marco after he picks Carmesi up to his feet. Marco gets up and runs around the ring, getting the crowd pumped up.
Moser: I've never seen a performance like this from Marco Uribe. I don't even know the last time I've seen a performance like this, honestly.
Marco picks up Carmesi and throws him into the ringpost, which looks like it might have just knocked him out. He then turns and is met with a Big Boot from Thee Vamp. Vamp picks him up and whips him into Diego, causing both members of the Latin Kings to run into each other, and both of them go down after the collision. Vamp and Carmesi each go to one of them now, both of them lifting their opponents up. Vamp Scoop Slams Diego onto a guardrail right in the center of his back, and Carmesi plants Marco with a DDT. He pulls Marco over to the table with one of the body bags on it and proceeds to lay Marco on the table. As he's stuffing Marco into the bag, Marco swings his head up and headbutts him. He sits on the table, then climbs up onto it, coming off with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors takedown!
Gould: Great comeback move, and this thing can go either way!
Marco grabs Carmesi, rolling him into the ring. He hops up onto the apron, jumps up, and as Carmesi gets to his feet, Marco springboards off the top rope for a Forearm Smash! He gets up and hops up and down a bit, getting the crowd hyped. On the outside, Diego and Thee Vamp are seen fighting their way along an aisle. Diego slams Vamps head into a guardrail, then whips him into a wall of the hall. They fight a bit at the end of the hall, and work their way right out the door!
Torres: No! We can't see them now, and I don't think we have a camera on them at the moment!
Marco throws Carmesi back out of the ring, and then he slides out. Carmesi hops right to his feet though and comes at Marco, hitting him with a Diving Clothesline! Marco gets hit roughly, and stays down for a few seconds. Carmesi waits for him to get up, and when he does, Carmesi connects with the Crim Kick! He pulls Marco to the table, throwing him onto it. He drops an elbow to Marco's face FIVE times, then starts shoving his lifeless body into a bag. He gets it zipped up completely, and Marco is done. A "mortician" on staff starts pushing the wheeled table along the aisle right out the door. As he goes out, Thee Vamp is now in control and he throws Diego into the hall, Diego rolling along the aisle. Carmesi comes up and pulls Diego to ringside by his head, then slams him into the ring apron. He does it again, and Thee Vamp comes down running, hitting Diego with a vicious Shoulder Block!
Torres: Picks him up...and there it is! Thee Slam!
They both pick Diego up and throw him onto the other table, zipping up the body bag with Diego inside with no issues. The bell rings.
Rebecca: Your winners....The Lost Family!
The "mortician" at that table pushes it up the aisle and The Lost Family head up another aisle.
Gould: Wow, that was quite the intense matchup for a little while there, but right now we have Barry Lincoln backstage, we're going to see if we can maybe get some sort of update on why Kevin Hill might be here.
We cut backstage to find Barry in the halls, with his back to a shut door.
Barry Lincoln: Thanks guys, we were not permitted to enter the room, but we do have very good sources say that UWL Owner, Kevin Hill was seen entering this room, as was Mr. Morgan.
Gould: Why are they in there Barry?
Lincoln: We do not know. One witness did say that Mr Morgan seemed very, very nervous. Even sweating. Another said he saw what looked like lawyers enter the room.
Torres: And no one knows what the meeting is about?
Lincoln: People are saying numerous things Jim. Some feel perhaps Hill is here to sue Alex Morgan and the NAW!
Torres: Sue us?!? Why?
Lincoln: Well almost a year to the date, today, UWL Fully Loaded was scheduled to air, when Hill left for a family emergency. What many do not know is, Mr Morgan worked with some, not ALL, of the UWL Network, PW Syndicated staff, to produce the event. These people are saying that Hill is suing for using UWL trademarks without permission.
Gould: So Hill is suing NAW for producing a UWL Event without his permission?
Lincoln: Again, this is just speculation. We do not have any confir....
At that moment, the door swings open. A few suits file out, walking right in front of Lincoln. How rude. Then out comes Kevin Hill. He follows the suits, but stops and looks at Lincoln.
Hill: Hey, how are ya?
Lincoln: .... Good.
Hill: The name's Kevin Hill.
Hill extends his hand.
Lincoln: Barry Lincoln...
The two shake hands.
Hill: Nice to meet ya Barry.
Kevin Hill pats Barry on the shoulder, then walks off, seemingly in a great mood. Barry seems at a loss for words. Alex Morgan makes his way out of the room.
Lincoln: Mr Morgan. Mr Morgan. Can you tell us why Kevin Hill was here tonight?
Morgan: Barry, I can't. I can tell you that... you will probably be seeing a lot more of him.
Alex Morgan walks off, leaving Barry Lincoln there to ponder what that meant.
Lincoln: Well guys, I don't think that answers any questions, but we hope to get more information soon. Back to you.
We cut back to the ringside area, and Gould, Torres and Moser all just look somewhat stunned at what may or may not have transpired in that office.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back.
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When we come back from a quick break, we see Alex Morgan standing in the center of the ring with a huge smile on his face. He has a microphone and the crowd is quiet and waiting for him to say what he has to say.
Morgan: Ladies and gentlemen, how are you liking the show tonight?
They cheer a bit, as loud a s crowd of their size can get anyway, but they still do their best. Morgan nods with a smile on his face.
Morgan: Thats great, really it is. Well, unfortunately, we don't have quite the show that we had planned for you tonight. Unofrtunately, a few of our superstars haven't been able to make the show tonight. They include, Lance St. Evans, Josh Lost, and Matt Ward. So since we can't have our tournament matches, let me present oiur next match! The winner receives this!
Alex Morgan holds up the Horizon Championship and the crowd pops loudly. Morgan smiles and gets out of the ring, and "Eye of the Tiger" plays over the system. The crowd cheers loudly as Jason Price appears, alongside Joann. Jason holds his arms high in the air, and the crowd gets louder for him.
Rebecca: The following match is an I Quit Match for the NAW Horizon Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied by Joann...Jason Price!
Jason slides into the ring and holds his arms up high, walking around the ring a little bit. He runs the ropes a couple of times as his music fades out and Joann finds a seat at ringside actually with the audience, greeting a few of them and kissing a young child on the cheek, which seems to just make his day. As the music fades out, in fades "Warriors of the World" by Manowar.
Rebecca: And his opponent...the Chicago Terror... Jack "The Hammer" Lockhart!
Lockhart appears ext to Angel, looking around at the fans. They head down the ramp slowly, Jason Price hopping up and down to get the blood flowing. He motions for Jack to "bring it" and Jack runs down the aisle and slides into the ring. He gets up and goes for a Clothesline, but Price ducks. Higgins rings the bell, and the two men stare each other down.
Torres: Lockhart has a very clear size advantage here.
Gould: But don't count Price out, he's ready to go and he's not just going to hand Lockhart the victory.
Jack Lockhart vs Jason Price
They lock up, and Lockhart quickly wins that small battle, shoving Price into the ropes. He locks in a choke, and Higgins starts a count. Lockhart utilizes all the time that he's allowed, and whips Price across the ring. Price comes back and ducks a Clothesline, then slides out of the ring. He hops up onto the apron, and Lockhart takes a swing at him when he turns around. Price ducks that and headbutts him in the stomach between the top two ropes. He then headbutts him in the chest after lifting up a little, then hops onto the ropes, springboards off, and hits the giant with a Dropkick that sends him to the mat!
Moser: Price wasting no time in this match, and in turn, he just wound up taking down the big man!
Price holds his arms high as Lockhart starts to get to his feet. He runs over and boots Lockhart in the face, which keeps him down for a few seconds. Higgins grabs the microphone on the ring apron and says "Jack Lockhart, do you quit?" Lockhart shakes his head, yelling "NO!" into the microphone, and Higgins allows Price to get to Lockhart. Price pulls him to his feet, and Lockhart shoves him. Price comes at him and Lockhart boots him in the face, taking him off of his feet for the first time. Price hops to his feet and is met with several hard right hands, then a Vertical Suplex. Before anything can be done, Lockhart plants a Leg Drop right onto Price, and Higgins tells Lockhart to stay back.
Gould: Price isn't gonna quit. He really wants this win.
After confirming, and Price saying "No," the match continues. Lockhart pulls Price to his feet, holds him there, then throws several hard rights to Price's upper-chest. He whips Price into the corner, charging at him and hitting a hip splash. He holds himself there, lets out a loud cry and throws an elbow back that connects with the side of Price's head. He runs to the opposite corner, holding himself there, and when Price is about to move to get out of the corner, he is met with a Spear from Jack that pins him into the corner again! Price collapses in the corner in sitting position, and Lockhart is told to stay back again. With the microphone, he says "Jason Price, do you quit?" After a couple seconds of silence, Price says "No," and Higgins backs away. He nods, and Lockhart runs at Price. He looks for a boot, but Price moves out of the way.
Moser: Good move by Price, a huge boot the right way to that face can kill a man.
Lockhart pulls out of the corner, and comes running at Price. He hits a Clothesline and Price almost flips over the top rope, but he stays in the ring. Lockhart gets in a boxing stance and hits a few good shots to Price's chest, then he whips him across the ring. Price bounces off the other ropes, comes back, and hits a Diving Crossbody that Lockhart wasn't expecting! Price is to his feet, a huge smile on his face. He blows a kiss to Joann, and turns to face Lockhart, who is starting to get up. He runs and kicks Lockhart in the face, sending him back to the mat. He stomps a couple of times into Lockhart's chest, then connects with an Elbow Drop. He goes to the corner, climbing up onto the top turnbuckle. As Lockhart gets to his feet, Price comes off and hits a Missile Dropkick that causes a full flip from Lockhart. Higgins hurries over, asking if Lockhart quits. Lockhart just shakes his head.
Torres: Lockhart doesn't just quit. Both of these men are in a great spot because they have that drive, but in a terrible spot because their opponent has that drive!
Price leans in the corner, and when Lockhart gets up, Lockhart dropping to the mat under him. Price goes to the ropes, stopping and turning himself. Price comes at Lockhart and is planted with a Spinebuster! Lockhart gets to his feet and picks up Price, Scoop Slamming him hard. He does it again, then a third time. After the third, when Price shows no signs of getting up in the next second or two, he's asked again. "No," Price says, his face becoming more determined than ever. He gets to his feet and Lockhart walks over to him, grabbing him by the hair. Lockhart yells something at Price, who knees him in the stomach, forcing Jack to let go. He elbows Jack then, causing him to take step back. He knees Jack in the ribs again and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT. He then rolls out of the ring and pulls Jack to the apron. He climbs up and walks along the apron, connecting with a Leg Drop to the throat of Lockhart and Price stands on the floor outside, his eyes locked on Lockhart. After Lockhart is settled, Higgins holds the microphone out.
Torres: No response....
After several seconds, Lockhart yells "NO!" and rolls onto his stomach. He crawls out of the ring and chases Price. Price turns to face him, and is met with a kick to the midsection. Jack picks up Price looking for a Powerbomb through the commentary table, but Price hits him with a few rights and jumps over, hitting the table on his feet. He turns and knees Lockhart in the head, then hops down, planting Jack face first into the table, but it doesn't break. Lockhart does wind up with a bloody nose, and Price backs up with him. He lifts Jack and connects with the Enforcer through the table! Higgins comes out and gets on one knee, looking at Price first. Price just shakes his head, clearly worse for wear after the misjudgment puts both men through it. He comes over to Jack who just gurgles quietly. Higgins says "What was that?" and Jack, full of shame and self loathing says "I....quit..."
Higgins hurries to his feet and calls for the bell, handing the championship belt to Jason Price, who is struggling to stay on his feet. Joann hurries over to him and helps carry him back to the backstage area alongside one of the on staff trainers.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle holding the NAW Championship as he walks down a corridor.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Alex Morgan this is your last reminder, if you screw me out of the NAW Championship then I will bring about a new change to NAW, a change that won’t be best for your business.
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When we come back for our main event of the evening the crowd is on their feeet cheering. We hear the shotgun blast through the hall, and a few fans shout. Then, "Dead Man Walking" hits, and the fans applaud as Gunner Hughes appears at one of the doors. He smirks as he walks down the aisle to the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is a Last Man Standing Match for the NAW Championship and is the Main Event of the evening! Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon.....GUNNERRRRR HUUUUUGHES!
Gunner gets to the ring and climbs onto the apron, then gets into the ring. He walks around it once, getting a feel for it and goes to one rope, testing it a bit. He nods as his music fades out and in fades "Francois Martin" by the Tenth Stage. David Fraggle appears at the door with his belt in hand. He heads down the aisles slowly, working to the booing crowd.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Parts Unknown.....The Very Good.....DAVIIIIIIIID FRAAAAAAAAAGGGGGLLLEE!
Fraggle slides into the ring, holding the belt high as he stares right into Gunner's eyes. Gunner does a little bit of stretching as he stares down the opponent that he's not very unfamiliar with as they take to their opposite corners.
David Fraggle vs Gunner Hughes
The two competitors stand across the ring from each other in their respective corners. Gunner moves in and Fraggle runs at him, ducking a Clothesline and bouncing off the ropes. He comes back, ducking another Clothesline, catching himself on the ropes this time. He moves in slow and ducks under a huge right hand swing from Gunner, gets behind him and looks to be going for a German Suplex, but he can't lift Gunner, and is met with a huge elbow to the side of the head. It forces him back, and Gunner turns to face him. Gunner hits him with a few rights, each one making Fraggle step back. Fraggle is eventually in the corner, and Gunner whips him to the opposite corner. Gunner comes at him and hits him with a huge Corner Clothesline!
Torres: Ouch. That was kinda harsh, wasn't it?
Gould: When the title is on the line, Gunner does what needs done, and gets the job done.
Moser: Amen to that. Gunner Hughes is one hell of a fighter.
Fraggle stumbles out of the corner, and Gunner slams him to the mat with a spinning Powerslam! He picks Fraggle up right away, throwing a few rights. Fraggle is able to hold onto his composure though, and throws a right back. The two exchange right hands now, but Gunner continues to take the strength advantage.
Gould: Fraggle isn't gonna get very far if he keeps trying to win strength battles. That's not what he has to offer in this match.
Torres: He'll find a way, Gould, don't worry.
Gunner whips Fraggle into the corner again, coming at him for another clothesline. This time though, Fraggle is able to lift his feet and stop Gunner by booting him in the face. Gunner doesn't go down, but he stops dead in his tracks, actually taking a step back as he reaches up to his mouth to check for bleeding. Fraggle comes out of the corner at him, and Gunner lifts him for a backbreaker, but Fraggle is able to fly around Gunner and turn it into a DDT after some nice aerial maneuvering. Fraggle is up and Higgins starts the count.
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Gunner is to his feet quickly though, and Fraggle comes at him again with a Double Knee Lift, both men going down and getting right back up.
Torres: This is what I'm talking about! Fraggle putting in work!
Both men are up now, Gunner leaning on a rope for a second. Fraggle runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off and Gunner charges at him at the same time. They intersect in the middle of the ring with Gunner looking for a clothesline, but Fraggle ducks and keeps going, sliding out of the ring. The crowd boos at Fraggle dodging action, and Gunner waves for him to come back into the ring, ready to go in the center. Fraggle walks around the ring a bit and Gunner finally gets out, chasing him. Fraggle slides back in, and Gunner does as well, but Fraggle is up too quickly and starts stomping on Gunner before he can get up.
Gould: Hate to say it, but Fraggle is proving why he's the champ right now.
Gunner fights his way to his feet and Fraggle starts hitting him with some rights. Gunner is taking steps back until he's in the corner. Fraggle climbs up to the second turnbuckle, pounding away at Gunner. He gets to about six before Gunner is able to lift him and toss him away, Fraggle doing a full backflip, but getting right to his feet. He charges to Gunner, looking for a Dropkick, but Gunner has his wits about him and swats him off, the dropkick taking a minimal toll on him and Fraggle rolls to the outside again, triggering more boos from the crowd. Fraggle gets into the ring reluctantly, and Gunner comes at him. Fraggle does manage a dropkick that takes Gunner down this time, but it appears that he misjudged it and hurt a leg slightly in the process. Gunner is crawling to the ropes and Fraggle is limping around just slightly.
Moser: Looks like Fraggle tweaked something there, but he seems to be walking it off.
Torres: Yeah, I'm sure he'll get it fixed right here.
Gould: He's fine. If anything, it's an act.
Gunner comes at Gunner with a huge Clothesline that absolutely devastates, and the crowd erupts in a chant of "GUNNER HUGHES! *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*" and Higgins goes.
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Fraggle starts to get up, and Gunner comes at him, kneeing him in the ribs and sending him through the ropes to the outside. He catches himself and lands on the apron though, and gets right to his feet. Gunner comes at him again, and this time he ducks, pulling the top rope down and Gunner tumbles over the top rope to the outside. Fraggle gets to his feet and when Gunner gets down, he comes down and connects with a Tornado DDT! Both men lie on the floor outisde, and Higgins counts for both now!
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Fraggle is up now.
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Gunner is up now, leaning on the guardrail. Fraggle charges at him, and Gunner sends him over the rail after leaning forward. Fraggle tumbles into the audience, fans all jumping back to not get hit.
Torres: Gould, how have we not been sued by a fan yet? These guys wind up in the crowd far too often.
Fraggle is able to hurry to his feet, coming at the rail, and diving over it, taking out Gunner in the process. He crawls to Gunner, on one knee, and starts pounding him with several right hands. Fraggle gets to his feet and pulls Gunner up. He goes to throw Gunner into the ring stairs, but Gunner gives a shove at the same time and they both go into them. Both men lie on the floor on the outside and Higgins starts a double count now.
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Gunner starts to stir, but can't quite find his bearings.
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Gunner is to his feet and he looks down at Fraggle, who is crawling toward him.
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Fraggle uses the stairs for support and pulls himself to his feet. Gunner goes at him for a clothesline, but Fraggle ducks out of the way and Gunner whiffs, almost stumbling over himself and falling again, but he catches himself at the last second. The two men stare at each other, leaning on the ring apron from different sides of the ring and they slide in. They lean on the ropes for a few seconds, both of them trying to catch a breather.
Torres: One of these guys should honestly take the other down. Seriously, it's over if one gets taken out right now.
Gould: Yeah, but I don't think either of them can get off the ropes without falling over himself.
Gunner bounces off the ropes a little bit to give himself a push start, and is able to stay steady and smirks. Fraggle comes off the ropes as well, also keeping his footing pretty well. Fraggle comes at Gunner, who looks for a shot, but Fraggle ducks and goes to the ropes. He bounces off and hits Gunner with a Diving Crossbody. The momentum from it brings them both right back to their feet, but Gunner drops to a knee. He starts to get up and Fraggle comes at him with a Shining Wizard!
Torres: There we go! This match is over!
Gunner lays flat on his back and Fraggle smirks.
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The fans are chanting Gunner's name now, getting as loud as they possibly can for him.
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Gunner uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He is to his feet and Fraggle hits him with a Clothesline, dumping him over the top rope. Gunner grasps the top rope though as he goes, and is able to lean on the ring apron to avoid losing a vertical base. He climbs up onto the ring apron and Fraggle comes at him. Gunner does an incredibly awkward Hip Toss thing from the apron, and both of them hit the floor on the outside very awkwardly, lifeless bodies just laying there.
Moser: I think these guys could be hurt.
Gould: That was an awful fall for both of them, not the height, but just the motions, ugh...
They both stir, but neither one of them can get up, and Higgins even gives a few seconds to see if they're okay before he starts counting.
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Gunner rolls over, tries getting up, but can't stay vertical.
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Fraggle does the same thing, but also can't stay up.
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Higgins calls for the bell, and the crowd is absolutely silent.
Rebecca: This match has ended in a draw!
The crowd is still silent, then a few boos break out, as this means that Fraggle retains the championship. There are trainers with both superstars, helping them up and checking on them in various places. The crowd continues to boo when the title is handed to Fraggle, and he holds it up, a smile on his face. Just then, we hear "Tom Sawyer" play over the speakers, and Alex Morgan appears at one of the aisles, coming down, a microphone in hand. His music cuts, and the fans get quiet for him.
Morgan: Well Mr. Fraggle, normally, I would congratulate you on retaining your championship. The only issue with that is that you didn't win it. I'm not having my biggest match in the past several months end like this, so we are restarting this match, under Last Man Standing rules, right after a short break. I will be here for the restarted match to be sure that we have a clear winner. So ladies and gentlemen, get yourselves ready to see one hell of a battle.
Morgan puts the microphone onto the commentary table and sits down next to it.
Torres: He can't do that, it's not fair! Fraggle retained that title fairly, and now Morgan is screwing him!
Gould: He just wants to see a clear winner to the match, don't you?
Torres: It ended how it ended! If he doesn't like it, that's too damn bad!
Morgan smirks and Fraggle looks furious as we cut away.
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After a short teaser for Heatwave, featuring the Ramones version of the song "California Sun" we see Gunner Hughes and David Fraggle standing in the ring. Alex Morgan has taken off his black jacket and white button down shirt to reveal a referee shirt, announcing himself a special guest referee, but only auxiliary in case he's needed to make a call or something of the sort. Both men are ready to go for the rematch, both are okay for the match and ready to go, looking more energetic than even at the beginning of this whole thing.
Gould: Welcome back with us ladies and gentlemen, we're here to see a clear winner of the NAW Championship Last Man Standing Match! Alex Morgan has restarted the match after the last one ended in a draw moments ago, and he wants to see a winner for sure!
Torres: This is absolute crap, Gould. You know it, I know it, Morgan knows it--
Moser: Nah, it's probably best to see a winner for this match. Wouldn't want to end the show in mystery or controversy, right?
The bell rings, and these two men circle the ring a bit. Fraggle charges at Gunner, who stops him dead in his tracks by getting right in front of him and knocking him to the mat. Gunner stomps on Fraggle's chest a few times before lifting him up. He whips him into the ropes, and when Fraggle comes back, Gunner tosses him up in the air, connecting with a vicious uppercut as Fraggle comes back down. Fraggle is flat, and Gunner leans forward, looking down at the small opponent.
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Fraggle starts getting up, and Gunner pulls him to his feet the rest of the way. He whips Fraggle into the ropes again, and when Fraggle comes back, he ducks a clothesline, and when Gunner turns to face him, he is met with a Spinning Wheel Kick. As Gunner starts to his feet, Fraggle sets up and connects successfully with a Fraggle Rock Drop!
Torres: There it is, the nail in the coffin!
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Gunner rolls onto his side, and Morgan pounds the mat, shouting some encouragement to Gunner.
Torres: You're kidding me! This is a screwjob through and through!
Gould: Morgan has done nothing wrong, he's just trying to keep the match rolling.
Fraggle has picked up Gunner now, and he is throwing some jabs to the midsection. Gunner is backed into a corner, and Fraggle backs up. He runs at Gunner, looking for a dropkick in the corner, but Gunner grabs his legs in an awesome show of reflex, slamming Fraggle to the mat. Gunner moves out of the corner, a huge smile on his face. Fraggle starts getting up groggily, and Gunner meets him with a Buckshot! Fraggle is flat now, and Morgan backs away from the apron.
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Fraggle pulls himself up a bit with the help of the ropes. Gunner runs over to him and stomps on his back, forcing him back to the mat before picking him up. He whips him into the corner, coming at him with a huge Corner Clothesline. Fraggle stumbles out of the corner and Gunner connects another Buckshot! Fraggle is flat now, and Gunner looks exhausted as well.
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Gunner leans on the ropes, the crowd chanting his name some more.
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Gunner drops to a knee before getting back to his feet, holding his arms high in the air. His music hits, and Morgan grabs the belt from the commentary area. He hands it to Gunner personally, who holds the belt high in the air. The Lost Family members are helping Fraggle up the ramp, both of them looking furious at Morgan, who is shaking Gunner's hand.
Torres: This is ridiculous!
Gould: We have a new NAW Champion!
Gunner holds the belt high and sees Jason Price standing in the crowd applauding, right next to Joann, who looks confused, as the show fades out.