Post by Alice White on May 13, 2014 4:46:28 GMT -5
The show kicks off in the crowd in the Ramada tonight is very ruckus. As the crowd begins to die down, a voice echoes through the arena.
“Would everyone please rise for the playing of the Canadian National Anthem”
A buzz breaks through the crowd as some unquestionably stand up while other breaks out in a “USA” chant. The music begins to play and it’s a different version. There’s no vocals as it’s just a rock ballad of the song. First a smaller man emerges from the curtain fairly quickly as two more follow with a third shortly behind them. Finally, the last man appears from behind the curtain. As the group makes their way to the ring, USA chants grow much larger amongst the group. The first man athletically dives into the ring as the pair of men behind enter very nonchalantly. The manager of the group sits on the middle rope and allows the final man to enter the ring. The last man in the ring slowly walks over and receives a microphone. The music slowly cuts off.
“To those of you who stood up and respected the greatest anthem in the world, the Canadian National Anthem, and kept their mouths shut I thank you and you have the dearest respects from my friends and me. However for you typical worthless Americans, who like always can never keep their mouth shut unless there is a hamburger inside of it. Those of you who could not shut your cram holes long enough to show a little bit of respect, you’re not worthy enough like most of you worthless Americans to lick the reindeer shit off my boots.”
The man laughs as does the rest of the group. Most of the crowd is now in the USA chants.
“Fantastic. As a whole, you all can chant the same three letters in unison. How long did it take you all to pull this off? Your so-called President would be extremely proud of you! I am sure he’ll increase your unemployment checks next week and maybe if you’re lucky he will let you keep kissing his black ass too!”
The group laughs again as the crowd is really heated now.
“For all of those who don’t watch the best wrestling on the planet in the Great White North, my name is Gage Martin and I am thee single hottest commodity to come out of Canada since the Hitman over 30 years ago! I have had every promotion in the world on my ass begging me to come to their promotion. Begging me to bring prominence back to their promotion, begging me to come be the best thing that has ever happened to their promotion. Alex Morgan knows exactly who I am and trust me he can’t be happier that I am here. He knows what I have to offer and he knows I am the big ticket that’s going to take North Atlantic Wrestling to places it’s never seen before and it’s going to start tonight here in this very ring!”
Gage shakes his head almost in disgust with himself. He fakes a head-palm and continues speaking.
“But when Alex asked me to come to the NAW, he knew it wasn’t just a one person deal. Oh no, the group that accompanied me to the ring also made the choice to come here just on the basis that the best professional wrestler in the world, me of course, was coming here. They see me as their fearless leader and would follow me into battle! Because unlike most of your petty American warlords, my Canadian soldiers don’t go into a battle and lose. We do not know what it means to lose! Let me introduce you to my fearless squad!’
Gage walks over to the smaller gentleman and puts his arm around him.
“This is ‘The Real Deal’ Tucker Giffin. Tucker is the premier high flyer in the world today. This man here does things off the turnbuckle or ladder that you’ve only seen on your game consoles. When this man climbs to the top, I am telling you to hold your breath. Shits about to get crazy.”
Gage walks over to the bigger of the two men on the other side of the ring. He stands with a no nonsensical look on his face.
“This man, yes he’s a man everyone not a monster or a robot although built like one, is the baddest mother on the planet. His name is Danny Blade and he won’t think twice about cracking your skull open. He is the power behind Canadian Perfection. You heard here first, at Heat Wave, Canadian Perfection will allow their tag team of the Real Deal and Danny Blade to enter the tag team turmoil and will walk out with the NAW Tag Team Titles!”
Without budging, Gage pounds on Danny chest pretty hard. Danny doesn’t move a muscle except with his intense stare. Gage walks over to the final wrestler of the group.
“I am not sure as true as his story goes but this man is a true ring technician and definitely takes after his dad. He’s the only non born Canadian in our group but his blood lines run straight back to the man himself, the Hitman. This is Adam Hart!”
As Gage finishes saying his name, Adam takes the microphone and climbs the turnbuckle and starts yelling at the crowd.
“He’s my dad damn it! Don’t you ever question that do you hear me!?! He is!!!!!
The crowd starts chanting “Not Your Father” at Adam and he’s getting really irked on the turnbuckle. Tucker and Danny walk over and pull him down. Gage snatches the microphone away from him as he makes his way to the manager of the group.
“Finally, the man who manages all this pure wrestling talent we have in the ring Chris Jenkins. Chris Jenkins is a former heavyweight champion and now has turned his eyes to me to try and mold me into what my potential withholds and that is to become the NAW Heavyweight Champion. Anything less for me will be unacceptable. My rule over the North Atlantic Wrestling begins tonight, right now in this very ring. So please whatever NAW ‘wrestler’ in the back thinks they can hang with Pinnacle of Perfection, the Cocky Canadian, Gage Martin. PLEASE bring your scrawny back end down here and I’ll redefine wrestling for every guy and gal in the back and all you good for nothing Americans.”
The crowd is ready to riot after being torn apart. Gage takes off his ring vest and his group exits the ring and he awaits his competitor in the ring.
Gould: So disrespectful, these guys are.
Torres: Please, Gould. Last I checked this was indeed America, and you're allowed an opinion.
Gould sighs as the NAW theme plays. After a few seconds, Jimmy Ferguson appears at one of the entrances. He holds his arm high and the crowd gets behind him immediately. He charges down the aisle and slides right into the ring. He gets to his feet and is immediately flattened by a Gage Martin right hand, and the bell is rung.
Jimmy Ferguson vs Gage Martin
Jimmy starts getting up and is met with a right hand, then a few more, which knock him back into a corner. Gage whips him to the opposite corner then, smiling before walking his way. Jimmy comes out of the corner and hits Gage with a clothesline, succeeding in doing nothing but aggravating him. Gage hits him with a huge Clothesline of his own, causing Ferguson to almost do a full flip. He picks up Jimmy and hits him with a chop, then plants him to the mat with a huge DDT.
Gould: Vicious assault here by the newcomer, Gage Martin.
He picks Jimmy up again, whipping him into the ropes. Jimmy comes back and is met with a Dropkick, and Gage gets to his feet, right behind Jimmy, who is dazed as he tries getting up. Gage comes up behind him, connecting with a German Suplex, releasing it early to send Jimmy flying across the ring. Jimmy lands hard on his neck, and grabs at it to reflect that. The supporters of Gage stand at ringside, all smiles, as he gets to his feet and looks down at his opponent. He drags Ferguson to the center of the ring, then looks around at the booing fans. He then picks up Jimmy again, this time sending him to the mat with a scoop slam. He covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Gage then intentionally picks himself up before the three count, a huge smirk on his face as the fans continue to boo.
Torres: They all fell for it! They thought he was done!
Gould: And he should be, Jimmy's out, there's no doubt about it.
Gage picks Jimmy up and plants him with another DDT before hopping back to his feet. He plants himself in position, and just as Jimmy starts to get up, he is met with a huge Superkick that causes the whole crowd to erupt in a chorus of boos. The team of Canadian Perfection walk around, all smiles, congratulating each other as Gage covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Rebecca: And the winner is...Gage Martin...
Gage gets to his feet and holds his arms high as the music plays. The crowd continues to boo, and as he leaves the ring, he makes sure to kick Ferguson in the ribs one more time for good measure. He heads up the ramp, entourage in tow, as we cut away.
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The fans are still buzzing from the last match as a man walks to the ring. Dressed in ratty sweatpants and a hoodie, he looks like he’s part of the ring crew. Instead of performing maintenance, he climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes. The crowd quiets, more out of curiosity than respect. The man appears to be in his mid-thirties, a buzz haircut and salt and pepper goatee. He looks like a fan jumped the rail…or in his case, more likely fell over the rail. To everyone’s surprise, he calls for a mic. There’s an amused murmur from the packed room.
“Sometimes it’s good to not be remembered. To be honest, the last time I was here, I didn’t do a thing that was memorable. “
Someone in the crowd yells, “YOU SUCK!”
A smile crosses the man’s face. “Apparently someone remembers me. For those who don’t know, my name is Average Joe. I wrestled on the very first show this company put on.”
A disinterested murmur is mixed with a smattering of applause…more likely for the debut show than for his participation in it.
“Unfortunately, my run here was brief. I’m sure many people thought I left because I got jobbed out while I was here. That was not the case. I left because for personal reasons.”
Another voice in the crowd yells, “Have another!”
Joe makes a gesture to acknowledge the voice. “I love the smart marks. Yes, I started drinking again, and went through rehab. Another rumor you smart marks started was that it was my lack of success here that sent me back out. Nothing could be further from the truth.”
Joe continued, “I didn’t go back out because of my lack success here. I went back out because of the perks of being here. I went back out because of you.”
Joe points to the fans. They start to boo
“Boo all you want. It wasn’t being booed that made me go back out. You’d booed me because I sucked. You booed me because I sucked, but after the show, it was a whole nother story.”
The booing quiets
“After the show, the ladies all want to be with a wrestler. “ Joe starts to point out women in the crowd.
“You do. And you do. And you want to be with the tag team champs, if you know what I mean. You all want to be with the champ. The star.”
He starts pointing to the male fans
“Your girlfriend does. And your sister does. Your mom does. And your wife does.”
The boos resume in earnest.
“And I’m sure you take comfort in the thought that I must be lying. The women aren’t lining up to bang me. And you’re right. They want the champ. They want the young hot guys.”
Chants of ‘you suck’ start. Joe waits them out.
“But at the end of the night, there are more women than there are wrestlers. That’s MY time. I get my pick of the ladies who are a little fat, a little old, maybe missing a tooth…but all the more willing to do whatever it takes to go home with a wrestler. So take a look at your lady. You tell me, did she go home with the champ? Or did she go home with me?”
The boos ramp up to cover a slightly uncomfortable murmur.
“I went right back to the bottle, just like that. Doing the sick things I was doing. Watching the depravity, indulging in the hedonism…I went right back to the bottle. It allowed me to do the things your women wanted. It let me numb myself to the wedding rings on their fingers. It let me pretend that wasn’t a young woman’s virginity I took in the bathroom of the Ramada. I was spiraling out of control. I picked up right where I left off with the booze. The worst part of it was, you guys were killing me after I came here to save you.”
Joe nods his head, making eye contact with various fans near ringside.
“I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you all of this. I was one of you. I came here in the beginning to inspire you. I wanted you to see that if you’d just put the beer down, pass on the third helping of pie, and work a little bit that you could do anything. “
Chants of bullshit start to drown him out. He waits patiently before he begins again.
“My problem was with an industry that was feeding us ‘superstars’. My problem was with a business that flipped the fans the finger because it thought the fans were too stupid to figure it out. The more time I spent with fans, the more I got to know you, I realized that they were right. You really are that stupid.”
Now he is being booed vociferously. Middle finger salutes abound.
“You believe all of this ‘superstar’ stuff. You want so badly for it to be true that you suspend reality. I’ve seen women do things for ‘superstars’ that they wouldn’t do for their own husbands. I’ve seen husbands WATCH their wives do those things. You are sicker than the wrestling business ever was.”
Joe stops for a minute.
“You cheer these guys. You cheer for the ‘good guys’. Well let me tell you about the ‘good guys’. They get backstage and they laugh their asses off at you. They make fun of you. You give them cheap pops when they can barely stand to work in this shithole town. Do any of them live here? Hell no! They live someplace else. Someplace BETTER.”
Loud boos and more chants of you suck.
“One thing that I learned in recovery is that secrets keep you sick. Those ‘good guys’ have secrets too. What needs to happen is that we need to get rid of all the secrets. You know mine. Now I’m going to expose everyone else to the same glaring light of truth. I will destroy all of your heroes. In doing so, I will destroy you.”
Joe takes his hoodie off. For a man of 38, he is in surprisingly good shape. He looks to be much leaner and more muscular than he was a year and a half ago.
“I put the bottle down, but because of you fans, I picked it up again. I nearly lost hope. Now I’m going to take your hope from you…one hero at a time. You’ll boo me every step of the way…yet at the end of the night, when all the hot young wrestlers have left, some of the women here will be looking for me. But I won’t be there this time. You ruined that life for me…so now I’ll ruin this one for you. One superstar at a time.”
Joe drops the mic and walks away.
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Barry Lincoln is seen standing in the middle of the ring. He has a microphone in his hand and it is down to his side. The fans started cheering when Eye of the Tiger sounded on the speakers. They know who was coming down to the ring. Sure enough Jason Price and Joann starts walking towards the ring.
Barry Lincoln: Please welcome to the the ring NAW Horizon Champion and the number 1 contender to the NAW Championship Jason Price. Accompanying him to ringside is the lovely Joann.
As they make their way down towards ringside Jason has the NAW Horizon Championship belt around his waist. He is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt and he is slapping the out reach hands of the fans. Joann is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. When they arrived at ringside Jason holds the ropes for Joann to enter. Jason slides under the ropes and goes to a corner and climbs the ropes as he takes the title from his waist and holds it high above his head as the fans goes nuts. Jason jumps down and goes to the middle of the ring where he is beside Barry Lincoln and Joann is next to Jason.
Barry Lincoln: Congrats on becoming the number 1 contender to the NAW Championship! Your match against Trent Brown last week was a great match.
Jason Price: The fans saw a great match last week. Trent put up a fight and we both had a great reason to be fighting for.
Barry Lincoln: At Heatwave, you get a shot at NAW Champion Gunner Hughes. A well deserve shot I might add. You and Gunner have some unfinished business to settle.
Jason Price: You are correct Barry, we do have some unfinished business. Have you noticed that the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes has not been seen lately. One would think becoming the NAW Champion, you would want to be in this ring defending the title. Gunner whatever you do up to Heatwave, well you have to defend the NAW Championship Belt at Heatwave.
The fans are standing on their feet cheering.
Barry Lincoln: At Heatwave there could be history in the making. If you become the NAW Champion you will be a dual champion here in NAW. Now I know that you are proving a point that you can get to the top with out cheating. What a way to prove that point by becoming a dual champion.
Jason Price: Heatwave is coming in June and Gunner if you have not noticed yet, I am sizzling hot! Gunner you are right in the middle of that Heatwave. Heatwave will go down in the history books as one of the greatest! Fans will remember Heatwave because that is where I will become NAW Champion and still be NAW Horizon Champion.
Barry Lincoln: Jason I hope you enjoyed the night off. Can Jason Price become a dual champion by winning the NAW championship title from Gunner Hughes? I know one thing and that is NAW Champion Gunner Hughes will have something to say about Jason Price becoming a dual Champion.
Jason goes to the corner and climbs the ropes and once again holds the Horizon Title high above his head as the fans are cheering and as the scene fades out.
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The camera sneaks up on two people standing in the shadows whispering to eachother. It is too dark to see who they are but it is obvious it are two women. The cameraman can't turn on some lights in fear of being noticed for the bits and pieces he picks up of this conversation are very interesting. " Yeah you're right............" one of the women says. " weak roster......." the other says. Those are the onely parts of the conversation the camera picks up except for the end. "Deal!" the two women say as they shake hands. At that point the camera catches a glimpse of a pink and black wristband with the letters "ch Di" visible and a glimpse of a couple of spikes on a leather wristband of the other woman.
Scene fades.........
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We come back to the banquet hall of the Ramada as the crowd cheers a bit more. Suddenly, "Hero" by Skillet plays over the speakers. The crowd is on their feet cheering as Grayson King appears at the north entrance. He looks all business as he stares around at the cheering fans. Wanting to waste no time, he starts running along the aisle.
Rebecca: The next match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first, from the Star City.....The Parkour Prince.....Grayson King!
Grayson slides into the ring and gets to his feet immediately. He walks aroiund the ring a bit as his music fades out.
Rebecca: And his opponent, being accompanied by Angel....The Chi-Town Terror......Jack, The Hammer, Lockhart!
Warriors of the World plays, and the crowd is pretty mixed, but there are a fair number of boos as we see Lockhart and Angel. They look around at the hall as well, and Lockhart starts marching toward the ring. The march gets faster and turns into a run and he slides in. Before he can get up, Grayson runs and hits him with a running Dropkick. This takes Lockhart down, and the bell rings.
Grayson King vs Jack Lockhart
Grayson keeps Lockhart off his feet for a little while, until Lockhart just explodes and sends Grayson a few feet back. Grayson does hit the mat and rolls, but gets to his feet quickly. He runs at Jack, who is now on his feet, but Jack runs at him as well and plows right through the much smaller opponent. He picks Grayson up and Scoop Slams him to the mat, then hits an elbow drop. He gets to his feet and stomps a few times before another elbow drop, and he quickly covers.
ONE!
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Grayson is able to kick out. Jack picks Grayson up and hits him with a quick right. He hits with another right, then swings for a third. Grayson ducks the third though, and runs to the ropes. He comes back and Jack tries to hit him with a second right. Grayson ducks again and slides across the ring to the outside. He stands on the floor, leaning on the ring apron as he studies Jack, who looks irritated.
Torres: Get him back in the ring so we can get this match going!
Higgins tells Grayson he has to start counting, and Grayson walks around to another side of the ring. He climbs onto the apron and Jack charges at him. Grayson ducks in time to headbutt Jack, which doesn't do too much, but does cause him to double over, buying Grayson enough time to hop onto the top rope. Grayson springboards off and connects a Sunset Flip into a pin attempt.
ONE!
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Jack kicks out this time! Grayson and Jack both get to their feet, and Grayson throws several shots to the chest of Jack, which does nothing. Lockhart grabs one of Grayson's arms, pulling him in and hitting him with a vicious elbow to the side of the head, just flattening Grayson.
Gould: Ouch.
Torres: Think this match is over already, Gould, and it's barely been a minute.
Moser: That looked bad. He could ahve a concussion or something.
Grayson grabs at the spot on his head that just got hit, and Lockhart drags him to this feet. He holds onto Grayson and knees him in the ribs twice, then in the face, putting him on the mat again. Grayson is lifeless, and Lockhart covers.
ONE!
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TWO
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Grayson somehow gets a kickout again! Jack looks only somewhat annoyed as he pulls Grayson to his feet. Grayson shoves Jack, which sends him back only inches, and Jack swings at Grayson. Grayson is awake enough to duck, get under Jack's legs, and sweep low, tripping Lockhart and sending him to the mat.
Gould: Now Grayson will be golden if he can keep Lockhart off his feet.
Torres: The problem is that nobody beats the Hammer!
Moser: Price did. And quite a few other people.
Grayson gets to his feet and runs at the much larger opponent, booting him to keep him off his feet as he gets to a knee. He heads over to a nearby corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle. He comes off with a textbook elbow drop and covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Kickout by Lockhart!
Grayson gets to his feet again, and Lockhart starts getting up. Grayson looks for another running boot, but Lockhart ducks and is able to get to his feet, connecting with a German Suplex and both men are flat!
Gould: Wow, didn't see the german suplex coming.
Torres: No one did, but it was fantastic to keep the match going.
Lockhart is up to his feet and Grayson trails just behind. Lockhart boots him in the face, laying him out again. Lockhart drops to his knees, looking pretty gone, and covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-NO!
Higgins shakes his head and says the match continues, and Jack looks devastated. Angel pounds the mat and shouts some encouragement, and Lockhart gets to his feet slowly. Grayson rolls onto his side, and Lockhart yanks him to his feet. He lifts him up, looking for his patented powerbomb finisher, and just as he's about to, Grayson gets the shift he needs and connects, sending Lockhart across the ring with a Headscissors! Both men are flat again, and Grayson pulls himself to his feet with the help of the ropes. He pulls himself to the corner and looks around at the fans.
Gould: Here it is....the Prince's Crown!
Moser: Perfect execution there!
Grayson covers as quickly as possible.
ONE!
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TWO
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THREE!
Grayson hurries to his feet as "Hero" plays, and he holds his arms high as the fans cheer him. Lockhart slowly comes to and rolls out of the ring toward Angel, a not-so-happy look on his face.
Gould: What a match that was!
Torres: It was a good match, I just cna't believe Grayson King pulled off a win against the huge man that is Jack Lockhart...
Grayson walks along an aisle, a great look on his face as he heads out of the hall.
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As "Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system the lights go out. Carmesí and Thee Vamp walk out from behind the curtains and walk slowly to the ring. When they get to the ring they slide into it and crawls to the centre of the ring as the lights go back on. Carmesí and Thee Vamp then stand up and Carmesí walks to the ring ropes and is handed a microphone.
Carmesí: Last week “The Very Good” David Fraggle was found knocked out. Sister Anne and I have had some very tense discussions since then and she told me that he was attacked by an unknown person. Tonight we’re out here to question our number one suspect, Our number one suspect is non-other than you Alex Morgan and I’m going to tell you exactly why you’re our number one suspect. You were the one who after David Fraggle won the NAW Championship was against him, you were the one who named Gunner Hughes as his first challenger and you were the one who wanted to make sure that Gunner beat David for the NAW Championship. Furthermore you named a new number one contender for the NAW Championship without giving David Fraggle his re-match. I can add in the fact that NAW losses money on a daily basis while David Fraggle continues to get told that our investor wants to invest more money in him, it makes us wonder if you were jealous of David’s success in your company and you wanted rid of him forever. Alex get out here right now and tell us the truth about where you were when David was attacked because in my eyes you’re not a victim, you’re not a hero, you’re a man with a guilty conscience.
The crowd awaits silently, and "Tom Sawyer" hits over the PA. The crowd cheers as Alex Morgan appears at the entrance that Carmesi faces eventually, a microphone in his own hand.
Morgan: Alright, listen. I am incredibly sorry to hear about the attack on David Fraggle. I'm sure it's a great loss to you to not have him here tonight, but I will make sure that we get to the bottom of this investigation of who may have attacked him.
Carmesi waits, and Morgan smiles.
Morgan: As for where I was. I can't specifically say where I was the moment that h was attacked. I may have been figuring out who was posing as you to attack Grayson King, considering as that attack happened, I saw the two of you on a different floor, and you could not have possibly been there that early. Although when he was found, I do know that I was in my office, having another meeting with Mr. Kevin Hill, but that's not the point right now.
Morgan heaves a heavy sigh.
Morgan: The fact of the matter is that I don't have the slightest clue who attacked David Fraggle, and you know that just as well as I do. I'm far too busy for things like that, and if I wanted him taken out, I would do that in a much more professional manner. I do have the power to fire people, you know.
Morgan winks.
Morgan: And for that reason alone, I can guarantee you that I was not the man who attacked, or hired somebody to attack Fraggle. But as I said, I will help you get to the bottom of this. But as for right now, I have other matters to attend to.
Morgan nods and leaves in a huff as Tom Sawyer plays again.
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And there's a face that's gotten too familiar around here lately. UWL Owner and Chairman, Kevin Hill. He has that cheesy smile on his face as he walks through the halls. As he paces gracefully, a random NAW crew member stops him.
Crew Guy: Mr. Hill... Any chance I could know what your announcement is?
Hill: What's your name, sir?
Crew Guy: Chris..
Hill: Chris what?
Chris: Johnson.
Hill: Well Chris Johnson. I'm Kevin Hill. Nice to officially meet you.
Hill extends his hand and Chris shakes it.
Chris: Nice to meet you too Mr. Hill.
Hill: Unfortunately, I can't tell you my announcement. Sorry buddy.
Kevin Hill pats Johnson on the shoulder and begins to walk off, but stops in mid-step and turns back to him.
Hill: Next time.... Call me boss though.
Chris Johnson's eyes get big as Hill turns back around, smile perhaps bigger than ever, and walks off the screen.
Malcom Gould: .... Oh no...
Jim Torres: The rumors are true?!?!
Malcom Gould: We'll be right back, with UWL Owner Kevin Hill's big announcement.
Jim Torres: You mean with our new boss' announcement...
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The crowd cheers as "Small Town Minds" by MxPx plays over the speakers. After several seconds of wait, we see...something unexpected.
Torres: What is this?
Carmesi appears at one of the entrances, and walks along the aisle slowly to some boos that were cheers just moments before. He slides into the ring and the music stops.
Gould: Why is Carmesi using different theme music? And why is he here again?
Carmesi grabs a microphone and walks around the ring.
Carmesi: You see, I'm out here again, but this time instead of questioning a clearly innocent boss who is busy with other things, I'm here to make an announcement. The attack on Grayson King last week was definitely unexpected, and it wasn't something you would think that I would do.
Gould: No way that's Carmesi. This isn't Carmesi at all.
Torres: No, but do you think it might be...
Carmesi: Because it wasn't an assault by the Lost Family. It was....
The mask is pulled off and thrown on the floor outside the ring, revealing Matt Lane dressed as Carmesi.
Lane: ME!
The crowd continues to boo, and Lane waits.
Lane: When I signed to wrestle for NAW, my entire goal was to make an impact. So I decided to do just that. I had to attack someone who had a bright future in the company. So you see, I took out the first target I could find, but my conscience couldn't allow me to pretend that it wasn't me. That wouldn't be fair to myself, or the Lost Family. It would make them look a lot better than they deserve, and it would be toally negating my point.
The crowd boos louder, and Lane waits.
Lane: You see, the attack wasn't specifically to be impactful. I attacked that particular target because....well....shall we say, the price was right. And as for the other question, who was the accomplice who helped take over the identities? That will be revealed in due time. Just know, NAW, that you have all been put on watch!
Lane drops the microphone as Small Town Minds plays again and he leaves the hall.
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When we come back from a short break, Jenny Smith and Katherine Brock-Brown are in the ring, and Jenny's music is fading.
Gould: These two have met time and time again, this is destined to be a fantastic match.
Torres: Or a snooze fest. We've seen it all from these two. A break would be fantastic.
The bell rings, and they lock up. Jenny takes the early advantage, but Kat is able to come back and send her to the mat with an Arm Drag. They both get up and share a few right hands, before Kat connects with a Vertical Suplex. Jenny hurries to her feet and Spears Kat, and the grabs Kat by the hair, slamming her head into the mat. Then she stops. And Kat doesn't retaliate.
Gould: What's going on?
Torres: They....they stopped....It was getting fun...
Jenny calls for a microphone, and she is handed one moments later.
Jenny: This is soooo boring! Seriously. I know that you guys don't want to see me vs Kat every single week. So we challenge any female who might be interested in wrestling us to a match!
Kat and her smile and high five as they wait, looking around the hall. Kat grabs the mic.
Kat: Seriously? Nobody? That's kinda sad. I was hoping for some fun tonight...
Suddenly, "Tom Sawyer" hits the system again.
Torres: Tired of this guy, too.
Morgan steps out from behind the curtain, again with a microphone.
Morgan: Ladies, ladies, ladies... You can stop challenging the fans. We have no other women on the roster, and I realize that looks pathetic on our part. So what I'm going to do is best for the company. Once again, I am freezing the NAW Femme Fatale Championship. Except Kat, you won't lose that championship. You hold on to that while I formulate that plan. But next week, I will have a for sure announcement. I know you guys odn't want to wrestle each other again, so we're going to call this a draw.
Morgan leaves the hall again and we go to a quick break.
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UWL Owner, Kevin Hill is in the NAW ring, mic in hand. He waits for the crowd to simmer down before speaking.
Hill: Good to see everyone again. I'm not going to waste any time here. It's time to give the big announcement. But first, Alex Morgan, I'd like for you to come out here.
Alex Morgan steps out from behind the curtain, slowly coming to the ring.
Gould: I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Torres: He's going to fire Morgan right here in front of everyone!
Morgan steps into the ring, wielding his own mic. He doesn't get a word in before Hill continues his speech.
Hill: Good to see ya pal.
Morgan: You too Kevin.
Hill: Ah, you mean boss?
Morgan: .... Yeah.
Hill: Let me hear you say it man.
Morgan: ... Boss.
Hill: See that wasn't so bad.
Torres: I'm uncomfortable.
Hill: Alex, you've made the NAW one of the more exciting promotions in the north east. I mean the talent here is outstanding. Top to bottom.
The crowd applauds in agreement.
Hill: Looking around, it looks like venue wise, you've taken a step back. A down grade if you will.
Morgan: Well...
Hill: Stop right there. No excuses in this business. You know that. This is a cruel lifestyle, and it's not for everyone. The NAW has went from arenas to a friggin' hotel lobby... But I'm here to change that.
A few boo's from the crowd.
Gould: Well that wasn't nice.
Hill: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the announcement you've all been waiting for... Alex Morgan....
Kevin Hill sympathetically puts his hand on Morgan's shoulder.
Torres: Here it comes!!
Hill: ... We did it man! I'm happy to call you my partner!
Torres: Wait... What?
Gould: What does he mean by that?
Hill: Why is everyone so silent? Did you think I was suing Alex? Hell no. I was doing business. You see, this man never stops working. He is smart, and knows how to succeed. Alex, why don't you tell this fine crowd exactly what our little meetings were about.
Alex Morgan: Well everyone, thank you for dealing with the so called down grades around here lately. Losing our TV deal. Being here in a hotel lobby. But there were reasons for all that. I invested. I invested our future. I invested in the United Wrestling League.
Hill: That's right! We're back! And your fearless leader has bought quite a large chunk of the pie. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you for the first time... the new Vice Chairman of the UWL... ALEX MORGAN!
The crowd roars in excitement, as Alex Morgan raises his arms high in celebration. Everyone is all smiles, as Hill and Morgan shake hands in the center of the ring as we fade to black.
“Would everyone please rise for the playing of the Canadian National Anthem”
A buzz breaks through the crowd as some unquestionably stand up while other breaks out in a “USA” chant. The music begins to play and it’s a different version. There’s no vocals as it’s just a rock ballad of the song. First a smaller man emerges from the curtain fairly quickly as two more follow with a third shortly behind them. Finally, the last man appears from behind the curtain. As the group makes their way to the ring, USA chants grow much larger amongst the group. The first man athletically dives into the ring as the pair of men behind enter very nonchalantly. The manager of the group sits on the middle rope and allows the final man to enter the ring. The last man in the ring slowly walks over and receives a microphone. The music slowly cuts off.
“To those of you who stood up and respected the greatest anthem in the world, the Canadian National Anthem, and kept their mouths shut I thank you and you have the dearest respects from my friends and me. However for you typical worthless Americans, who like always can never keep their mouth shut unless there is a hamburger inside of it. Those of you who could not shut your cram holes long enough to show a little bit of respect, you’re not worthy enough like most of you worthless Americans to lick the reindeer shit off my boots.”
The man laughs as does the rest of the group. Most of the crowd is now in the USA chants.
“Fantastic. As a whole, you all can chant the same three letters in unison. How long did it take you all to pull this off? Your so-called President would be extremely proud of you! I am sure he’ll increase your unemployment checks next week and maybe if you’re lucky he will let you keep kissing his black ass too!”
The group laughs again as the crowd is really heated now.
“For all of those who don’t watch the best wrestling on the planet in the Great White North, my name is Gage Martin and I am thee single hottest commodity to come out of Canada since the Hitman over 30 years ago! I have had every promotion in the world on my ass begging me to come to their promotion. Begging me to bring prominence back to their promotion, begging me to come be the best thing that has ever happened to their promotion. Alex Morgan knows exactly who I am and trust me he can’t be happier that I am here. He knows what I have to offer and he knows I am the big ticket that’s going to take North Atlantic Wrestling to places it’s never seen before and it’s going to start tonight here in this very ring!”
Gage shakes his head almost in disgust with himself. He fakes a head-palm and continues speaking.
“But when Alex asked me to come to the NAW, he knew it wasn’t just a one person deal. Oh no, the group that accompanied me to the ring also made the choice to come here just on the basis that the best professional wrestler in the world, me of course, was coming here. They see me as their fearless leader and would follow me into battle! Because unlike most of your petty American warlords, my Canadian soldiers don’t go into a battle and lose. We do not know what it means to lose! Let me introduce you to my fearless squad!’
Gage walks over to the smaller gentleman and puts his arm around him.
“This is ‘The Real Deal’ Tucker Giffin. Tucker is the premier high flyer in the world today. This man here does things off the turnbuckle or ladder that you’ve only seen on your game consoles. When this man climbs to the top, I am telling you to hold your breath. Shits about to get crazy.”
Gage walks over to the bigger of the two men on the other side of the ring. He stands with a no nonsensical look on his face.
“This man, yes he’s a man everyone not a monster or a robot although built like one, is the baddest mother on the planet. His name is Danny Blade and he won’t think twice about cracking your skull open. He is the power behind Canadian Perfection. You heard here first, at Heat Wave, Canadian Perfection will allow their tag team of the Real Deal and Danny Blade to enter the tag team turmoil and will walk out with the NAW Tag Team Titles!”
Without budging, Gage pounds on Danny chest pretty hard. Danny doesn’t move a muscle except with his intense stare. Gage walks over to the final wrestler of the group.
“I am not sure as true as his story goes but this man is a true ring technician and definitely takes after his dad. He’s the only non born Canadian in our group but his blood lines run straight back to the man himself, the Hitman. This is Adam Hart!”
As Gage finishes saying his name, Adam takes the microphone and climbs the turnbuckle and starts yelling at the crowd.
“He’s my dad damn it! Don’t you ever question that do you hear me!?! He is!!!!!
The crowd starts chanting “Not Your Father” at Adam and he’s getting really irked on the turnbuckle. Tucker and Danny walk over and pull him down. Gage snatches the microphone away from him as he makes his way to the manager of the group.
“Finally, the man who manages all this pure wrestling talent we have in the ring Chris Jenkins. Chris Jenkins is a former heavyweight champion and now has turned his eyes to me to try and mold me into what my potential withholds and that is to become the NAW Heavyweight Champion. Anything less for me will be unacceptable. My rule over the North Atlantic Wrestling begins tonight, right now in this very ring. So please whatever NAW ‘wrestler’ in the back thinks they can hang with Pinnacle of Perfection, the Cocky Canadian, Gage Martin. PLEASE bring your scrawny back end down here and I’ll redefine wrestling for every guy and gal in the back and all you good for nothing Americans.”
The crowd is ready to riot after being torn apart. Gage takes off his ring vest and his group exits the ring and he awaits his competitor in the ring.
Gould: So disrespectful, these guys are.
Torres: Please, Gould. Last I checked this was indeed America, and you're allowed an opinion.
Gould sighs as the NAW theme plays. After a few seconds, Jimmy Ferguson appears at one of the entrances. He holds his arm high and the crowd gets behind him immediately. He charges down the aisle and slides right into the ring. He gets to his feet and is immediately flattened by a Gage Martin right hand, and the bell is rung.
Jimmy Ferguson vs Gage Martin
Jimmy starts getting up and is met with a right hand, then a few more, which knock him back into a corner. Gage whips him to the opposite corner then, smiling before walking his way. Jimmy comes out of the corner and hits Gage with a clothesline, succeeding in doing nothing but aggravating him. Gage hits him with a huge Clothesline of his own, causing Ferguson to almost do a full flip. He picks up Jimmy and hits him with a chop, then plants him to the mat with a huge DDT.
Gould: Vicious assault here by the newcomer, Gage Martin.
He picks Jimmy up again, whipping him into the ropes. Jimmy comes back and is met with a Dropkick, and Gage gets to his feet, right behind Jimmy, who is dazed as he tries getting up. Gage comes up behind him, connecting with a German Suplex, releasing it early to send Jimmy flying across the ring. Jimmy lands hard on his neck, and grabs at it to reflect that. The supporters of Gage stand at ringside, all smiles, as he gets to his feet and looks down at his opponent. He drags Ferguson to the center of the ring, then looks around at the booing fans. He then picks up Jimmy again, this time sending him to the mat with a scoop slam. He covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Gage then intentionally picks himself up before the three count, a huge smirk on his face as the fans continue to boo.
Torres: They all fell for it! They thought he was done!
Gould: And he should be, Jimmy's out, there's no doubt about it.
Gage picks Jimmy up and plants him with another DDT before hopping back to his feet. He plants himself in position, and just as Jimmy starts to get up, he is met with a huge Superkick that causes the whole crowd to erupt in a chorus of boos. The team of Canadian Perfection walk around, all smiles, congratulating each other as Gage covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Rebecca: And the winner is...Gage Martin...
Gage gets to his feet and holds his arms high as the music plays. The crowd continues to boo, and as he leaves the ring, he makes sure to kick Ferguson in the ribs one more time for good measure. He heads up the ramp, entourage in tow, as we cut away.
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The fans are still buzzing from the last match as a man walks to the ring. Dressed in ratty sweatpants and a hoodie, he looks like he’s part of the ring crew. Instead of performing maintenance, he climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes. The crowd quiets, more out of curiosity than respect. The man appears to be in his mid-thirties, a buzz haircut and salt and pepper goatee. He looks like a fan jumped the rail…or in his case, more likely fell over the rail. To everyone’s surprise, he calls for a mic. There’s an amused murmur from the packed room.
“Sometimes it’s good to not be remembered. To be honest, the last time I was here, I didn’t do a thing that was memorable. “
Someone in the crowd yells, “YOU SUCK!”
A smile crosses the man’s face. “Apparently someone remembers me. For those who don’t know, my name is Average Joe. I wrestled on the very first show this company put on.”
A disinterested murmur is mixed with a smattering of applause…more likely for the debut show than for his participation in it.
“Unfortunately, my run here was brief. I’m sure many people thought I left because I got jobbed out while I was here. That was not the case. I left because for personal reasons.”
Another voice in the crowd yells, “Have another!”
Joe makes a gesture to acknowledge the voice. “I love the smart marks. Yes, I started drinking again, and went through rehab. Another rumor you smart marks started was that it was my lack of success here that sent me back out. Nothing could be further from the truth.”
Joe continued, “I didn’t go back out because of my lack success here. I went back out because of the perks of being here. I went back out because of you.”
Joe points to the fans. They start to boo
“Boo all you want. It wasn’t being booed that made me go back out. You’d booed me because I sucked. You booed me because I sucked, but after the show, it was a whole nother story.”
The booing quiets
“After the show, the ladies all want to be with a wrestler. “ Joe starts to point out women in the crowd.
“You do. And you do. And you want to be with the tag team champs, if you know what I mean. You all want to be with the champ. The star.”
He starts pointing to the male fans
“Your girlfriend does. And your sister does. Your mom does. And your wife does.”
The boos resume in earnest.
“And I’m sure you take comfort in the thought that I must be lying. The women aren’t lining up to bang me. And you’re right. They want the champ. They want the young hot guys.”
Chants of ‘you suck’ start. Joe waits them out.
“But at the end of the night, there are more women than there are wrestlers. That’s MY time. I get my pick of the ladies who are a little fat, a little old, maybe missing a tooth…but all the more willing to do whatever it takes to go home with a wrestler. So take a look at your lady. You tell me, did she go home with the champ? Or did she go home with me?”
The boos ramp up to cover a slightly uncomfortable murmur.
“I went right back to the bottle, just like that. Doing the sick things I was doing. Watching the depravity, indulging in the hedonism…I went right back to the bottle. It allowed me to do the things your women wanted. It let me numb myself to the wedding rings on their fingers. It let me pretend that wasn’t a young woman’s virginity I took in the bathroom of the Ramada. I was spiraling out of control. I picked up right where I left off with the booze. The worst part of it was, you guys were killing me after I came here to save you.”
Joe nods his head, making eye contact with various fans near ringside.
“I didn’t want to have to be the one to tell you all of this. I was one of you. I came here in the beginning to inspire you. I wanted you to see that if you’d just put the beer down, pass on the third helping of pie, and work a little bit that you could do anything. “
Chants of bullshit start to drown him out. He waits patiently before he begins again.
“My problem was with an industry that was feeding us ‘superstars’. My problem was with a business that flipped the fans the finger because it thought the fans were too stupid to figure it out. The more time I spent with fans, the more I got to know you, I realized that they were right. You really are that stupid.”
Now he is being booed vociferously. Middle finger salutes abound.
“You believe all of this ‘superstar’ stuff. You want so badly for it to be true that you suspend reality. I’ve seen women do things for ‘superstars’ that they wouldn’t do for their own husbands. I’ve seen husbands WATCH their wives do those things. You are sicker than the wrestling business ever was.”
Joe stops for a minute.
“You cheer these guys. You cheer for the ‘good guys’. Well let me tell you about the ‘good guys’. They get backstage and they laugh their asses off at you. They make fun of you. You give them cheap pops when they can barely stand to work in this shithole town. Do any of them live here? Hell no! They live someplace else. Someplace BETTER.”
Loud boos and more chants of you suck.
“One thing that I learned in recovery is that secrets keep you sick. Those ‘good guys’ have secrets too. What needs to happen is that we need to get rid of all the secrets. You know mine. Now I’m going to expose everyone else to the same glaring light of truth. I will destroy all of your heroes. In doing so, I will destroy you.”
Joe takes his hoodie off. For a man of 38, he is in surprisingly good shape. He looks to be much leaner and more muscular than he was a year and a half ago.
“I put the bottle down, but because of you fans, I picked it up again. I nearly lost hope. Now I’m going to take your hope from you…one hero at a time. You’ll boo me every step of the way…yet at the end of the night, when all the hot young wrestlers have left, some of the women here will be looking for me. But I won’t be there this time. You ruined that life for me…so now I’ll ruin this one for you. One superstar at a time.”
Joe drops the mic and walks away.
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Barry Lincoln is seen standing in the middle of the ring. He has a microphone in his hand and it is down to his side. The fans started cheering when Eye of the Tiger sounded on the speakers. They know who was coming down to the ring. Sure enough Jason Price and Joann starts walking towards the ring.
Barry Lincoln: Please welcome to the the ring NAW Horizon Champion and the number 1 contender to the NAW Championship Jason Price. Accompanying him to ringside is the lovely Joann.
As they make their way down towards ringside Jason has the NAW Horizon Championship belt around his waist. He is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt and he is slapping the out reach hands of the fans. Joann is wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. When they arrived at ringside Jason holds the ropes for Joann to enter. Jason slides under the ropes and goes to a corner and climbs the ropes as he takes the title from his waist and holds it high above his head as the fans goes nuts. Jason jumps down and goes to the middle of the ring where he is beside Barry Lincoln and Joann is next to Jason.
Barry Lincoln: Congrats on becoming the number 1 contender to the NAW Championship! Your match against Trent Brown last week was a great match.
Jason Price: The fans saw a great match last week. Trent put up a fight and we both had a great reason to be fighting for.
Barry Lincoln: At Heatwave, you get a shot at NAW Champion Gunner Hughes. A well deserve shot I might add. You and Gunner have some unfinished business to settle.
Jason Price: You are correct Barry, we do have some unfinished business. Have you noticed that the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes has not been seen lately. One would think becoming the NAW Champion, you would want to be in this ring defending the title. Gunner whatever you do up to Heatwave, well you have to defend the NAW Championship Belt at Heatwave.
The fans are standing on their feet cheering.
Barry Lincoln: At Heatwave there could be history in the making. If you become the NAW Champion you will be a dual champion here in NAW. Now I know that you are proving a point that you can get to the top with out cheating. What a way to prove that point by becoming a dual champion.
Jason Price: Heatwave is coming in June and Gunner if you have not noticed yet, I am sizzling hot! Gunner you are right in the middle of that Heatwave. Heatwave will go down in the history books as one of the greatest! Fans will remember Heatwave because that is where I will become NAW Champion and still be NAW Horizon Champion.
Barry Lincoln: Jason I hope you enjoyed the night off. Can Jason Price become a dual champion by winning the NAW championship title from Gunner Hughes? I know one thing and that is NAW Champion Gunner Hughes will have something to say about Jason Price becoming a dual Champion.
Jason goes to the corner and climbs the ropes and once again holds the Horizon Title high above his head as the fans are cheering and as the scene fades out.
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The camera sneaks up on two people standing in the shadows whispering to eachother. It is too dark to see who they are but it is obvious it are two women. The cameraman can't turn on some lights in fear of being noticed for the bits and pieces he picks up of this conversation are very interesting. " Yeah you're right............" one of the women says. " weak roster......." the other says. Those are the onely parts of the conversation the camera picks up except for the end. "Deal!" the two women say as they shake hands. At that point the camera catches a glimpse of a pink and black wristband with the letters "ch Di" visible and a glimpse of a couple of spikes on a leather wristband of the other woman.
Scene fades.........
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We come back to the banquet hall of the Ramada as the crowd cheers a bit more. Suddenly, "Hero" by Skillet plays over the speakers. The crowd is on their feet cheering as Grayson King appears at the north entrance. He looks all business as he stares around at the cheering fans. Wanting to waste no time, he starts running along the aisle.
Rebecca: The next match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first, from the Star City.....The Parkour Prince.....Grayson King!
Grayson slides into the ring and gets to his feet immediately. He walks aroiund the ring a bit as his music fades out.
Rebecca: And his opponent, being accompanied by Angel....The Chi-Town Terror......Jack, The Hammer, Lockhart!
Warriors of the World plays, and the crowd is pretty mixed, but there are a fair number of boos as we see Lockhart and Angel. They look around at the hall as well, and Lockhart starts marching toward the ring. The march gets faster and turns into a run and he slides in. Before he can get up, Grayson runs and hits him with a running Dropkick. This takes Lockhart down, and the bell rings.
Grayson King vs Jack Lockhart
Grayson keeps Lockhart off his feet for a little while, until Lockhart just explodes and sends Grayson a few feet back. Grayson does hit the mat and rolls, but gets to his feet quickly. He runs at Jack, who is now on his feet, but Jack runs at him as well and plows right through the much smaller opponent. He picks Grayson up and Scoop Slams him to the mat, then hits an elbow drop. He gets to his feet and stomps a few times before another elbow drop, and he quickly covers.
ONE!
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Grayson is able to kick out. Jack picks Grayson up and hits him with a quick right. He hits with another right, then swings for a third. Grayson ducks the third though, and runs to the ropes. He comes back and Jack tries to hit him with a second right. Grayson ducks again and slides across the ring to the outside. He stands on the floor, leaning on the ring apron as he studies Jack, who looks irritated.
Torres: Get him back in the ring so we can get this match going!
Higgins tells Grayson he has to start counting, and Grayson walks around to another side of the ring. He climbs onto the apron and Jack charges at him. Grayson ducks in time to headbutt Jack, which doesn't do too much, but does cause him to double over, buying Grayson enough time to hop onto the top rope. Grayson springboards off and connects a Sunset Flip into a pin attempt.
ONE!
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Jack kicks out this time! Grayson and Jack both get to their feet, and Grayson throws several shots to the chest of Jack, which does nothing. Lockhart grabs one of Grayson's arms, pulling him in and hitting him with a vicious elbow to the side of the head, just flattening Grayson.
Gould: Ouch.
Torres: Think this match is over already, Gould, and it's barely been a minute.
Moser: That looked bad. He could ahve a concussion or something.
Grayson grabs at the spot on his head that just got hit, and Lockhart drags him to this feet. He holds onto Grayson and knees him in the ribs twice, then in the face, putting him on the mat again. Grayson is lifeless, and Lockhart covers.
ONE!
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TWO
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Grayson somehow gets a kickout again! Jack looks only somewhat annoyed as he pulls Grayson to his feet. Grayson shoves Jack, which sends him back only inches, and Jack swings at Grayson. Grayson is awake enough to duck, get under Jack's legs, and sweep low, tripping Lockhart and sending him to the mat.
Gould: Now Grayson will be golden if he can keep Lockhart off his feet.
Torres: The problem is that nobody beats the Hammer!
Moser: Price did. And quite a few other people.
Grayson gets to his feet and runs at the much larger opponent, booting him to keep him off his feet as he gets to a knee. He heads over to a nearby corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle. He comes off with a textbook elbow drop and covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Kickout by Lockhart!
Grayson gets to his feet again, and Lockhart starts getting up. Grayson looks for another running boot, but Lockhart ducks and is able to get to his feet, connecting with a German Suplex and both men are flat!
Gould: Wow, didn't see the german suplex coming.
Torres: No one did, but it was fantastic to keep the match going.
Lockhart is up to his feet and Grayson trails just behind. Lockhart boots him in the face, laying him out again. Lockhart drops to his knees, looking pretty gone, and covers.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-NO!
Higgins shakes his head and says the match continues, and Jack looks devastated. Angel pounds the mat and shouts some encouragement, and Lockhart gets to his feet slowly. Grayson rolls onto his side, and Lockhart yanks him to his feet. He lifts him up, looking for his patented powerbomb finisher, and just as he's about to, Grayson gets the shift he needs and connects, sending Lockhart across the ring with a Headscissors! Both men are flat again, and Grayson pulls himself to his feet with the help of the ropes. He pulls himself to the corner and looks around at the fans.
Gould: Here it is....the Prince's Crown!
Moser: Perfect execution there!
Grayson covers as quickly as possible.
ONE!
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TWO
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THREE!
Grayson hurries to his feet as "Hero" plays, and he holds his arms high as the fans cheer him. Lockhart slowly comes to and rolls out of the ring toward Angel, a not-so-happy look on his face.
Gould: What a match that was!
Torres: It was a good match, I just cna't believe Grayson King pulled off a win against the huge man that is Jack Lockhart...
Grayson walks along an aisle, a great look on his face as he heads out of the hall.
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As "Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system the lights go out. Carmesí and Thee Vamp walk out from behind the curtains and walk slowly to the ring. When they get to the ring they slide into it and crawls to the centre of the ring as the lights go back on. Carmesí and Thee Vamp then stand up and Carmesí walks to the ring ropes and is handed a microphone.
Carmesí: Last week “The Very Good” David Fraggle was found knocked out. Sister Anne and I have had some very tense discussions since then and she told me that he was attacked by an unknown person. Tonight we’re out here to question our number one suspect, Our number one suspect is non-other than you Alex Morgan and I’m going to tell you exactly why you’re our number one suspect. You were the one who after David Fraggle won the NAW Championship was against him, you were the one who named Gunner Hughes as his first challenger and you were the one who wanted to make sure that Gunner beat David for the NAW Championship. Furthermore you named a new number one contender for the NAW Championship without giving David Fraggle his re-match. I can add in the fact that NAW losses money on a daily basis while David Fraggle continues to get told that our investor wants to invest more money in him, it makes us wonder if you were jealous of David’s success in your company and you wanted rid of him forever. Alex get out here right now and tell us the truth about where you were when David was attacked because in my eyes you’re not a victim, you’re not a hero, you’re a man with a guilty conscience.
The crowd awaits silently, and "Tom Sawyer" hits over the PA. The crowd cheers as Alex Morgan appears at the entrance that Carmesi faces eventually, a microphone in his own hand.
Morgan: Alright, listen. I am incredibly sorry to hear about the attack on David Fraggle. I'm sure it's a great loss to you to not have him here tonight, but I will make sure that we get to the bottom of this investigation of who may have attacked him.
Carmesi waits, and Morgan smiles.
Morgan: As for where I was. I can't specifically say where I was the moment that h was attacked. I may have been figuring out who was posing as you to attack Grayson King, considering as that attack happened, I saw the two of you on a different floor, and you could not have possibly been there that early. Although when he was found, I do know that I was in my office, having another meeting with Mr. Kevin Hill, but that's not the point right now.
Morgan heaves a heavy sigh.
Morgan: The fact of the matter is that I don't have the slightest clue who attacked David Fraggle, and you know that just as well as I do. I'm far too busy for things like that, and if I wanted him taken out, I would do that in a much more professional manner. I do have the power to fire people, you know.
Morgan winks.
Morgan: And for that reason alone, I can guarantee you that I was not the man who attacked, or hired somebody to attack Fraggle. But as I said, I will help you get to the bottom of this. But as for right now, I have other matters to attend to.
Morgan nods and leaves in a huff as Tom Sawyer plays again.
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And there's a face that's gotten too familiar around here lately. UWL Owner and Chairman, Kevin Hill. He has that cheesy smile on his face as he walks through the halls. As he paces gracefully, a random NAW crew member stops him.
Crew Guy: Mr. Hill... Any chance I could know what your announcement is?
Hill: What's your name, sir?
Crew Guy: Chris..
Hill: Chris what?
Chris: Johnson.
Hill: Well Chris Johnson. I'm Kevin Hill. Nice to officially meet you.
Hill extends his hand and Chris shakes it.
Chris: Nice to meet you too Mr. Hill.
Hill: Unfortunately, I can't tell you my announcement. Sorry buddy.
Kevin Hill pats Johnson on the shoulder and begins to walk off, but stops in mid-step and turns back to him.
Hill: Next time.... Call me boss though.
Chris Johnson's eyes get big as Hill turns back around, smile perhaps bigger than ever, and walks off the screen.
Malcom Gould: .... Oh no...
Jim Torres: The rumors are true?!?!
Malcom Gould: We'll be right back, with UWL Owner Kevin Hill's big announcement.
Jim Torres: You mean with our new boss' announcement...
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The crowd cheers as "Small Town Minds" by MxPx plays over the speakers. After several seconds of wait, we see...something unexpected.
Torres: What is this?
Carmesi appears at one of the entrances, and walks along the aisle slowly to some boos that were cheers just moments before. He slides into the ring and the music stops.
Gould: Why is Carmesi using different theme music? And why is he here again?
Carmesi grabs a microphone and walks around the ring.
Carmesi: You see, I'm out here again, but this time instead of questioning a clearly innocent boss who is busy with other things, I'm here to make an announcement. The attack on Grayson King last week was definitely unexpected, and it wasn't something you would think that I would do.
Gould: No way that's Carmesi. This isn't Carmesi at all.
Torres: No, but do you think it might be...
Carmesi: Because it wasn't an assault by the Lost Family. It was....
The mask is pulled off and thrown on the floor outside the ring, revealing Matt Lane dressed as Carmesi.
Lane: ME!
The crowd continues to boo, and Lane waits.
Lane: When I signed to wrestle for NAW, my entire goal was to make an impact. So I decided to do just that. I had to attack someone who had a bright future in the company. So you see, I took out the first target I could find, but my conscience couldn't allow me to pretend that it wasn't me. That wouldn't be fair to myself, or the Lost Family. It would make them look a lot better than they deserve, and it would be toally negating my point.
The crowd boos louder, and Lane waits.
Lane: You see, the attack wasn't specifically to be impactful. I attacked that particular target because....well....shall we say, the price was right. And as for the other question, who was the accomplice who helped take over the identities? That will be revealed in due time. Just know, NAW, that you have all been put on watch!
Lane drops the microphone as Small Town Minds plays again and he leaves the hall.
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When we come back from a short break, Jenny Smith and Katherine Brock-Brown are in the ring, and Jenny's music is fading.
Gould: These two have met time and time again, this is destined to be a fantastic match.
Torres: Or a snooze fest. We've seen it all from these two. A break would be fantastic.
The bell rings, and they lock up. Jenny takes the early advantage, but Kat is able to come back and send her to the mat with an Arm Drag. They both get up and share a few right hands, before Kat connects with a Vertical Suplex. Jenny hurries to her feet and Spears Kat, and the grabs Kat by the hair, slamming her head into the mat. Then she stops. And Kat doesn't retaliate.
Gould: What's going on?
Torres: They....they stopped....It was getting fun...
Jenny calls for a microphone, and she is handed one moments later.
Jenny: This is soooo boring! Seriously. I know that you guys don't want to see me vs Kat every single week. So we challenge any female who might be interested in wrestling us to a match!
Kat and her smile and high five as they wait, looking around the hall. Kat grabs the mic.
Kat: Seriously? Nobody? That's kinda sad. I was hoping for some fun tonight...
Suddenly, "Tom Sawyer" hits the system again.
Torres: Tired of this guy, too.
Morgan steps out from behind the curtain, again with a microphone.
Morgan: Ladies, ladies, ladies... You can stop challenging the fans. We have no other women on the roster, and I realize that looks pathetic on our part. So what I'm going to do is best for the company. Once again, I am freezing the NAW Femme Fatale Championship. Except Kat, you won't lose that championship. You hold on to that while I formulate that plan. But next week, I will have a for sure announcement. I know you guys odn't want to wrestle each other again, so we're going to call this a draw.
Morgan leaves the hall again and we go to a quick break.
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UWL Owner, Kevin Hill is in the NAW ring, mic in hand. He waits for the crowd to simmer down before speaking.
Hill: Good to see everyone again. I'm not going to waste any time here. It's time to give the big announcement. But first, Alex Morgan, I'd like for you to come out here.
Alex Morgan steps out from behind the curtain, slowly coming to the ring.
Gould: I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Torres: He's going to fire Morgan right here in front of everyone!
Morgan steps into the ring, wielding his own mic. He doesn't get a word in before Hill continues his speech.
Hill: Good to see ya pal.
Morgan: You too Kevin.
Hill: Ah, you mean boss?
Morgan: .... Yeah.
Hill: Let me hear you say it man.
Morgan: ... Boss.
Hill: See that wasn't so bad.
Torres: I'm uncomfortable.
Hill: Alex, you've made the NAW one of the more exciting promotions in the north east. I mean the talent here is outstanding. Top to bottom.
The crowd applauds in agreement.
Hill: Looking around, it looks like venue wise, you've taken a step back. A down grade if you will.
Morgan: Well...
Hill: Stop right there. No excuses in this business. You know that. This is a cruel lifestyle, and it's not for everyone. The NAW has went from arenas to a friggin' hotel lobby... But I'm here to change that.
A few boo's from the crowd.
Gould: Well that wasn't nice.
Hill: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the announcement you've all been waiting for... Alex Morgan....
Kevin Hill sympathetically puts his hand on Morgan's shoulder.
Torres: Here it comes!!
Hill: ... We did it man! I'm happy to call you my partner!
Torres: Wait... What?
Gould: What does he mean by that?
Hill: Why is everyone so silent? Did you think I was suing Alex? Hell no. I was doing business. You see, this man never stops working. He is smart, and knows how to succeed. Alex, why don't you tell this fine crowd exactly what our little meetings were about.
Alex Morgan: Well everyone, thank you for dealing with the so called down grades around here lately. Losing our TV deal. Being here in a hotel lobby. But there were reasons for all that. I invested. I invested our future. I invested in the United Wrestling League.
Hill: That's right! We're back! And your fearless leader has bought quite a large chunk of the pie. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you for the first time... the new Vice Chairman of the UWL... ALEX MORGAN!
The crowd roars in excitement, as Alex Morgan raises his arms high in celebration. Everyone is all smiles, as Hill and Morgan shake hands in the center of the ring as we fade to black.