Post by Alice White on May 19, 2014 4:27:32 GMT -5
The crowd is sitting in anticipation for the first match when all of a sudden the lights go dim and a shotgun blast is heard through the PA system. “Dead Man Walking” by Bloodsimple then begins to play and the fans start to get riled up.
Gould: Wait a minute? That music…could it be?
Just then, Gunner Hughes comes walking out from the back dressed in his street attire, a full beard covering his face and the NAW Championship draped over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks around at the fans as they cheer.
Torres: Well look who decided to grace us with his presence.
Gould: It’s the NAW Champion, and these fans are on their feet!
Gunner smiles as he begins his trek to the ring, the fans sitting along the aisle patting him on his back on his way. He reaches ringside and climbs inside, taking the title belt from his shoulder and raising it high above his head as camera flashes light up the arena.
Torres: Well I sure hope he enjoyed his little vacation Gould, because he’s got Jason Price breathing down his neck for a crack at that NAW Championship at Heatwave!
Gunner lowers the belt and replaces it on his shoulder and after a few moments he’s handed a microphone from the outside and his music comes to a stop. The fans then go quiet as Gunner walks to the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his mouth.
Gunner: Hello NAW!
The fans erupt in cheers and Gunner pauses and smiles as he waits for them to settle down.
Gunner: I have a couple of things I’d like to address here tonight, so first I’d like to say that it’s great to be back on Meltdown here in front of the fans…the same fans who supported me as I beat David Fraggle in the center of this ring and became the two-time NAW Champion!
Again the arena echoes with cheers and Gunner has to pause for a few moments.
Gunner: I have much respect for Fraggle, but everybody knows the NAW was long overdue for a legit champion to wear this title belt. Somebody who will wear it with pride and somebody who will defend it with honor. Over the past year not a single person who has worn the NAW Championship has fit that bill. You see because for the past year our company has seen only NAW champions who hid behind this title belt to avoid a fight instead of wrapping it firmly around their waist and getting inside that ring to prove that they actually deserve it.
Gunner sets the microphone on the mat and then removes the NAW Championship title belt from his shoulder and wraps it around his waist. He then picks the microphone back up from the mat and again raises it to his mouth.
Gunner: Well as the new NAW Champion I’m here to declare tonight that those days are officially over! From this point forward, no longer will the NAW Champion in this company be a person who simply waits for his challenges to come to him. There’s an old saying that says that becoming a champion is tough, but staying a champion is where the real struggle lies. And anybody who has been with our company for a length of time knows that there is nobody on our roster who is better at staying a champion than Gunner Hughes. This title belt should have never left my waist in the first place, so now that I have it back you can bet your ass that it won’t be leaving it again!
Once more the fans cheer their approval of Gunner’s words, and as he get ready to continue, a menacing looking smile forms on his face.
Gunner: And that brings me to my next order of business concerning the NAW Championship...Jason Price, the man who wants the first crack at it.
The fans give a mixed reaction, some supporting Gunner and others supporting the rookie Jason Price.
Torres: That’s right, and Jason Price means business too.
Gould: You know for once I have agree with you Jim. Jason Price has been on a tear ever since his last match against Gunner and now he’s hungry for that NAW Championship. This match is going to be huge!
Gunner continues on.
Gunner: Jason Price, you’ve earned yourself a spot against me at Heatwave and I have to admit it’s a well-deserved spot. You ran through a gauntlet of superstars, included the newly invigorated Trent Brown, and you left no question that you deserve to be the number one contender for the NAW Championship. Just as you said yourself, you’re on fire right now. You’re untouchable. You’re holding a king high straight flush and all you need is that ace of spades and you can walk in and claim the entire pot at Heatwave.
Gunner laughs and holds up his fist.
Gunner: The problem is though Jason…you didn’t draw the ace of spades, you drew Gunner Hughes…the king of clubs. You see kid, as good as you think you are…you will once again be humbled by me. You probably think that just because I haven’t been around lately that I haven’t been hearing all of the crap you been spewing out of your mouth but you’re dead wrong. I’ve heard everything you had to say and you better believe that I can’t wait to walk into Heatwave and plant my boot right upside that big mouth of yours and put an end to all of your excuses for failing against me the first time. You had the chance to walk away and avoid this rematch and quit while you were ahead in the NAW as the Horizon Champion, but now instead you’ve went and dug your own grave. So at Heatwave Jason Price it’s going to be my pleasure to bury you in it!
Yet again the fans explode in cheers as they show their support for the NAW Champion.
Gunner: “You see Price, for weeks you’ve been dropping my name and referring back to our triple threat Horizon Championship match and how I supposedly “stole the win from you”, but in reality it was clearly one of the best things to ever happen to your NAW career. You walked away from our match as a better wrestler, went on to wrestle and defeat Jack Lockhart at Spring Breakdown in what could easily be considered a match of the year candidate, and in the end you wound up with the Horizon Title belt wrapped around your skinny little waist anyway. I made you taste defeat and in the long run you still came out smelling like a rose. You’d figure that after a situation like that you’d keep Gunner Hughes’ name out of your mouth before you got his boot in your ass again, but I guess you don’t learn from your mistakes do you kid? You think that just because it wasn’t your face that got football punted in our triple threat match that it still wasn’t you who failed? Come on Jason, you can paint that picture anyway you want to but in the end you still lose the match every time. If you weren’t sure what the ramifications of a triple threat match were then you had no business being inside the ring in the first place. Besides Jason, one of the greatest wrestlers of or time used to say that “in order to be the man, you’ve got to beat the man.”
Gunner laughs.
Gunner: You didn’t have what it took to be able to beat the man that night Jason, and you damned sure won’t have what it takes to beat him at Heatwave either. You may be on fire right now but mark my words kid, as soon as that bell rings at Heatwave and I hit you upside the head with this size fifteen boot you’re going to be out cold. And just as fast as you rose to becoming a champion it’s all going to be taken from you in the blink of an eye. There is only one true champion in this company and that spot belongs to me. So prepare yourself Jason Price, keep on talking and enjoy being the Horizon Champion while you can. Because at Heatwave as soon as that bell rings…
He gets a mean looking sneer on his face and growls into the microphone.
Gunner: …Gunner Hughes is coming to collect!
Gunner tosses the microphone to the mat and his music plays again as he raises an arm in the air and pats the front faceplate of his NAW Championship.
Gould: Well there you have it ladies and gentleman, the NAW Champion is back and ready to face off against Jason Price at Heatwave for all the marbles!
Torres: Well marbles is what has for brains if he thinks he’s just going to swoop in and take Price’s title belt without a hell of a fight.
Gould: Oh, a hell of a fight it will be indeed.
Gunner climbs out of the ring and returns to the back as the fans continue to cheer.
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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: I want to know one thing just now did the fans of NAW believe Alex Morgan when he responded to us saying that he was the number one suspect.
Fans: NO!
Carmesí: That’s what I thought. You see Alex Morgan the fact that you ignored all of our points makes you a guilty man. That is why tonight I’m going to prove a point to you. It doesn’t matter what you say or do because Sister Anne and The Lost Family control everything. Let me show you exactly what we mean, if I say down with you people say Morgan. Down with.
Fans: Morgan.
Carmesí: Down with.
Fans: Morgan.
Carmesí: Alex Morgan we promised change in NAW and as you can see change has come. The power that you thought that you had over everything is nothing more than your false hope. Anything that I say that I want I’ll find a way to get it. Tonight I want to tell the fans a story, do you people like stories?
Fans: Yes.
Carmesí: Good because I’ve got a good story for you. Sister Anne and I had a talk last week and she said not all families are lost. I listened to her words and I understood what she meant she wanted to go to Fraggle Rock and ask David Fraggle’s family if they had anything to do with David Fraggle getting attacked. Upon arrival to Fraggle Rock we saw Judas Fraggle and we said to him, did you attack David? Judas looked at us and said no he then told us that we could ask all of the others. We went down them all, Steven Fraggle said no, Anthony Fraggle said no and Mathew Fraggle said no. Sister Anne then said something else. She said revenge. There are men hiding in the shadows waiting on their moment to get their revenge over David Fraggle. We want to call them out right now so that they can tell us where they were when David Fraggle got attacked. Who are we calling out? We’re calling out a team who we believe never got over the Fact that David Fraggle ended their careers. Vice Squad get out here right now and tell us the truth.
The fans and the camera all point towards the entrance. Several moments go past before the sound of a familiar siren fills the arena. The siren fades out as the Miami Vice theme plays. The crowd doesn’t seem to know what to do but then break out in to a chorus of cheers as The Vice Squad, Lance Carter and Hank Sharpe, walk out on to the ramp. They play up to the crowd as they walk down to the ring wearing their trademark 80s style suits. They climb in to the ring and are handed microphones by the ring crew. The Vice Squad stand in the ring in front of Carmesí and Thee Vamp as the crowd cheer hard. The crowd soon calm down as Carmesí holds the microphone up.
Carmesí: Vice Squad... What do you have to say for yourselves!?
Lance Carter: Firstly, it’s great to be back in a NAW ring.
Hank Sharpe: I suppose a lot of you are wondering what happened to us.
Carmesí: As much as you feel that you deserve moment with the fans of NAW, I asked for you to come out here and answer my question.
Hank Sharpe: Not so fast there skippy. We are here to address you and the fans. You see, we have dual responsibilities. We are wrestlers but cops also... After losing the titles, we learnt that our arch enemy Mendoza was up to his old tricks and it was our responsibility to put an end to his shenanigans... However, we never got the chance to properly say goodbye and for that we are sorry.
Carmesí: Ok, well now that you have that over and done with, what do you have to say?
Lance Carter: Well apparently you think we had something to do with the attack on David Fraggle.
Carmesí: Everyone knows that you wanted revenge on David Fraggle for beating you in your last match.
Lance Carter: And wanting revenge automatically makes us guilty? I don’t think that will hold up in court.
Carmesí: Do you deny it?
Lance Carter: Yes we do.
Carmesí: And what proof do you have?
Hank Sharpe: Well... Firstly, we were busy tangling with Mendoza down in Florida when this attack occurred. And secondly, if we really wanted revenge, we would do it like men and exact it in the ring, not in some random sneak attack.
Lance Carter: You see David may have beaten us in our last match however it is not something we let rule our lives. We moved on, we solved crime and should we need to step back in to the ring... well, that is when we would settle lost scores with David... And should we ever decide to do that, David would be in for some Cold, hard Justice!
Hank Sharpe: So I’m sorry if this doesn't wrap things up for you, I guess your investigation will just have to go on....
The fans cheer as the Vice Squad drop the mikes and climb out the ring. The stop the high five the crowd as they walk back up the ramp and take one last moment to pose at the top of the ramp, leaving Carmesí and Thee Vamp in the ring.
Carmesí: Do the fans of NAW believe them?
Fans: Yes.
Carmesí: That’s because their response was a lot clearer than Alex Morgan’s therefore the investigation will continue. However before Thee Vamp and I go we’ve got a few more things to say. To anyone who missed it The Lost family have the right to post on David Fraggle’s Twitter account and a couple of weeks ago out we sent out a tweet that Sister Anne had found someone who was lost and needed a family to find her. Next week on Meltdown we are going to open the arena doors, open our hearts and open our arms and introduce ourselves to this poor lost soul. Wait there’s more because next week Thee Vamp and I have a very special peace offering for the fans of NAW. It’s going to be a good night for The Lost Family. Now hit our music.
As Carmesí drops the microphone "Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system. Carmesí and Thee Vamp then leave the ring and walk to the entranceway and go backstage.
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We come back from a quick ad, and the fans cheer as "Hero" by Skillet hits the system. Grayson King appears on one of the entrances and runs to the ring. He gets to his feet and looks around at all the cheering fans, nodding his head. He bounds off one of the ropes and hops around a little bit to get the adrenaline going.
Rebecca: This match is set for one fall... Introducing first, from Star City....Grayson King!
He smirks again as his music fades out. "Crooked Man" by Those Poor Bastards play as the lights slowly fade down, The Minister steps out into the single spot light on the stage, just then following behind him is Wyatt Blu. The spotlight follows them slowly down the ramp towards the ring as The Minster taunts the crowd causing a roar of boos. As They make their way to ringside Wyatt slowly rolls under the bottom rope, the lights slowly raise up as The Minster walks to the corner of Wyatt, Wyatt lays in the bottom corner as The Minister speaks instructions into his ear, and the music slowly fades.
Rebecca: And his opponent! From the Backwoods of Alabama.....Wyatt Blu!
Wyatt gets to his feet and gets himself ready as well as the bell rings.
Grayson King vs Wyatt Blu
Grayson charges at Wyatt, who ducks. Grayson bounces off the ropes and goes for a swing as he comes, but Wyatt ducks again. Grayson stops himself dead in his tracks, turning around with lightning fast speed and hits an unexpecting Wyatt with a spinning heel kick. Wyatt gets up just as quick as he went down and hits Grayson with a right hand. He whips Grayson to the ropes, but Grayson comes back and slides under Wyatt's legs. He hurries to his feet from behind Wyatt and when Wyatt is turned around, Grayson connects with a facebuster to his knee. Grayson walks over to the nearby corner and comes off with a nice leg drop, covering Wyatt.
ONE!
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Wyatt kicks out.
Gould: Grayson with a fantastic showing so far tonight!
Grayson gets up and Wyatt follows. Grayson looks for a swift kick, but Wyatt blocks it. Wyatt hits a few rights before whipping Grayson into a corner. He runs at Grayson, who lifts his legs up and connects both boots to Wyatt's face. He runs at Wyatt, jumping up and sending Wyatt across the ring with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors Takedown! He gets to his feet and looks around at the fans. They all cheer as he climbs to the top turnbuckle again. He gets himself braced, but the Minister climbs up onto the apron, shaking the top rope in the process, and Grayson crotches the turnbuckle!
Gould: Dammit! I can see where this guy is gonna go!
Torres: Great move by the Minister, keeping his client in this one!
Higgins yells at the Minister, who by the time Higgins saw, was back out on the floor. He walks around the ring with his hands behind his back, feigning innocence. Wyatt starts to his feet, seeing Grayson down. He takes this opportunity to hit Grayson with some wild stomps. He picks Grayson up, immediately planting him into the mat with a DDT. He covers quickly.
ONE!
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T--Grayson kicks out! Wyatt gets up and pulls Grayson to his feet, applying a headlock. Grayson hits him with a few elbows, forcing him to let go. Grayson then connects with an Enziguiri. He gets up and looks around. The Minister looks ready to get involved, so Grayson runs over and dives out of the ring, taking the Minister out with a Suicide Dive! He slides into the ring and hits Wyatt with a Shining Wizard, taking him off the knee that he had just gotten onto. He looks around and gets to the top turnbuckle again.
Gould: Here it is! Grayson King once again with the Prince's Crownd and the cover!
Torres: And the 1! 2! 3!
Grayson gets to his feet as "Hero" hits the speakers again.
Rebecca: Here is your winner...Grayson King!
Grayson leaves the ring as the Minister gets to his feet again. Grayson gives him a sneer of disapproval and walks back out of the hall.
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After returning from a brief commercial break, the camera begins to pan up an anonymous figure, and more specifically, an anonymous female figure. The rising continued as it passed over the woman's tanned, fit legs, then to her lower portion, concealed by a pair of yellow hot shorts. Before you knew it, the frame was filled with the shot of an striking, however, unknown, Asian American woman. Her long, jet black hair was tied into a messy side ponytail, her torso slightly on display beneath her white tank top. A confident look was spread upon her face and it was apparent she had something to say. Looking to the camera, she began to undo the tape on her wrists.
Vivian Duke: I'm sure all of you are wondering who I am? What I'm doing here? I can answer both of those questions for you right here, right now. I'm Vivian Duke, the newest woman in NAW. It's come to my attention that the women in the promotion here have been wanting some competition and that's exactly what I'm here to give them. Don't you all want to see a new face mix and mingle with the ones that you've grown to love!?
The fans in attendance give a small pop, getting behind the fact that a new talent had emerged within the company, despite not knowing who she really was. Acknowledging the crowd reaction, Duke smiled proudly as she tossed the loose, black tape onto one of the locker room benches behind her. She continued to speak.
Vivian Duke: I've seen women like Katherine Brock-Brown and Jenny Smith come out here and bust their ass to put on a good show, but what can you really do when you don't have alot to work with? Me being here is hopefully going to change that. I'm here for clean, healthy competition. I want to showcase my abilities and introduce you to who I am as an aspiring athlete. I'd be honored to meet the women that have been holding up this divis—
Before the newly signed Vivian Duke could finish her statement, an abrupt noise was heard in the distance. Duke raised an eyebrow in the direction of the nameless distraction, as the fans looked on, not knowing who or what it was. Without a word, Vivian stepped aside, making room for the disruption. Emerging into the shot was the vision of an ethereal goddess; a blonde-haired woman wrapped in a white towel, her skin rosy and damp from the shower she had just been in moments before. A smirk tugged at the woman's perfectly proportioned lips as she wringed out her dripping hair, before flippantly tossing it into the face of Vivian Duke, who in turn gave a look of annoyance.
Vivian Duke: Eugh! Who the hell are you exactly? This was supposed to be my time to speak.
Chàntelle LeBlanc: Chàntelle, Chàntelle LeBlanc. S'il vous plaît arrêter de parler. Just please stop talking, okay? Nobody wants to hear what you have to say, and this little .. speech .. you're giving isn't winning anyone over. Nobody cares about what comes out of your mouth, mon chéri. You want to know what these people want, what they've come to see? I assure you it isn't what you're giving them right now. This is what they've come to see ..
On cue, LeBlanc began to give a little spin, twirling sensually for the cameras. The men in the arena began to whistle wildly for the provocative woman, beginning to chant for "T&A". Chàntelle dipped low for a moment, showcasing her curves, the towel still fitted tightly around her flawless figure. Her legs glistened in direct light, her deep cleavage suggesting that her breasts wanted to burst free from confinement; she was pure eye candy, and everyone was eating her up, undressing her with their imagination. Vivian looked on, seemingly nauseous, as she turned away and rolled her eyes without a word. LeBlanc stopped after a few seconds, resting a palm on her hips.
Chàntelle LeBlanc: Do you see what I'm talking about, amateur? This is what North Atlantic Wrestling needs .. me .. Chàntelle LeBlanc. They don't need another Gina Smyth or Kelly Frock—whatever her name is ..
Vivian Duke: You mean, Jenny Smith and Katherine Bro—
Chàntelle LeBlanc: Shut up! Ne comprenez-vous? Nobody wants to hear you speak .. ever. None of what you say, none of what they say, matters anymore. What I say, matters. I'm the crown jewel. You may be the "newest", but I'm the hottest. I'm the one they'll remember, the one they'll pay to see. You little girls best realize that as time goes on. Now, if you'll excuse me .. I need to get dressed. I have an important "rendezvous" with Alex Morgan ..
Duke sent a glare the French Flower's way, piercing her like daggers. LeBlanc paid no mind, sending a lascivious wink toward the camera before turning on her heels and dropping the towel to her feet as soon as she stepped out of the frame. The camera quickly turned down to see the towel on the floor, before reverting back to the agitated expression on Vivian Duke's face. It was clear that these two women weren't in any danger of becoming friends. The camera gradually faded to black as Duke stormed out of the empty locker room, full of indignation.
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When we come back from a quick Heatwave teaser, the crowd is on their feet for our second and final match of the night. As they do, we hear a voice.
"Would everyone please rise for the Canadian National Anthem...."
The crowd boos for the most part, but some fans do, out of respect. We see Canadian Perfection, the entire troupe, come out to the ring, all of them glaring at the booing fans, shaking their heads in disgust. They all get into the ring, having a little pep talk in the corner. They get out of the ring except for the two who will be competing, and "Eye of the Tiger" hits.
Rebecca: Introducing first...Canadian Perfection! And their opponent....Jason Price!
Price appears at the entrance, a smile on his face as he stands about halfway along the aisle. He stares into the ring at the Canadians who are ready to start, and he shakes his head, saying "Not yet." It is then that the familiar song by Manowar hits, and we see Jack and Angel Lockhart both appear. Jack looks around, a look of rage on his face. He walks until he's side by side with Jason Price. Jason Price looks up at him and they both nod, then run to the ring.
Both teams decide who will be starting as the bell rings.
Jason Price & Jack Lockhart vs Canadian Perfection
In the ring, we've got Tucker Giffin and Jason Price starting out. Tucker Giffin goes to lock up with the Jason Price, but he ducks his grasp, sidestepping him. He looks at him, a little shocked at first, but then gets a condescending smile on his face, as if he's decided that playtime is over. He charges at Jason Price, who sidesteps him again, this time taking him down with a drop-toe hold. Tucker Giffin hits the mat face first. He gets a pained look on his face and quickly raises his hand to his nose, checking for bleeding. He's got a genuine look of shock on his face. Almost immediately, Jason Price is ontop of him, locking him into a camel clutch.
Gould: It looks like Tucker Giffin has gotten a bit more than he bargained for with Jason Price.
Torres: That will happen, Tucker Giffin should be more careful.
Gould: Yea if he even knows how to.
Torres: Take it you don't like Tucker Giffin?
Gould: No comment.
The ref is in Griffin's face, asking him if he wants to give up. He shakes his head no, but Jason Price yanks back on his chin harder. Tucker Giffin gets his hand up, ready to tap out, but before he can do that, Danny Blade, does a front somersault over the ropes and lands hard ontop of both Jason Price and Tucker Giffin, breaking up the hold. Jason Price rolls away and Danny Blade, gets up, going after him. Before he can get to him, however, the referee gets in between them and stops him. The ref is finally able to get him to go back to his corner while Jason Price tags in Jack Lockhart. Jack Lockhart climbs into the ring, but this has all given time to Tucker Giffin to get to the corner. He tags in Danny Blade,, who climbs in and comes face to face with Jack Lockhart.
Gould: I have a feeling Jack Lockhart have faced some crazy sons of bi*ches before, but nothing compared to Danny Blade,.
Torres: I have a feeling you'd have to go to an insane asylum to find someone as crazy as Danny Blade, to wrestle.
Gould: But he's a different kind of crazy...in sort of an endearing kind of way.
Torres: If you say so...
Jack Lockhart doesn't care who's in front of him, crazy or not. He's here to fight, and he shows this by lowering his head and charging at Danny Blade,, who is caught by surprise as Jack Lockhart gets him in a fit tackle position and drives him back into the ropes. Danny Blade, grasps onto the ropes to keep from bouncing off of them. This causes Jack Lockhart to bounce and stumble backwards, rolling over his head on the mat and stopping on one knee and one foot. He looks at Danny Blade, and charges hard at him. Danny Blade, ducks and gives Jack Lockhart a back body drop over the top rope and to the outside. Jack Lockhart lands on the outside, though he was able to brace himself with his hands. He slowly gets up, but by the time he gets to his feet, Danny Blade, has hit the ropes on the other side and is running hard towards him. Danny Blade, leaps over the top rope and comes down onto Jack Lockhart with a high-cross body. They both go down to the floor.
Gould: Whoa! Danny Blade, showed some great agility with that move!
Torres: You know I'm not a fan of moves that take so much out of yourself, but damn, that was cool...his hair was flying all over the place!
Gould: Jason Price and Tucker Giffin aren't just going to sit thime and watch this!
Tucker Giffin has hopped down from the apron and approaches the two fallen combatants. He's about to grab Jack Lockhart when Jason Price comes running around the corner of the ring and hits him with a spinning heel kick that knocks him down. Jason Price is back up and he helps Jack Lockhart get to his feet and helps him get into the ring again. He then grabs Danny Blade, and does the same with him. The both of them are stirring on the mat in the ring, with Danny Blade, getting to his knees before Jack Lockhart. Danny Blade, is up to his feet now and moving over towards Jack Lockhart. He grabs Jack Lockhart and helps him to his feet and then whips him into the ropes. Jack Lockhart bounces back and Danny Blade, brings him down with a head scissors. He holds the head scissors on Jack Lockhart down on the mat, trying to squeeze the life out of him.
Gould: It's amazing how distracted Danny Blade, is until the bell rings.
Torres: In the ring, he's like a man possessed.
Gould: I'm not sure if Jack Lockhart will be able to get out of this one.
Jack Lockhart is, indeed, in a spot of trouble as he tries to fight Danny Blade,'s hold. He stops fighting for a moment and the ref notices he's got two shoulders down, so he counts 1...2...kickout by Jack Lockhart. It finally dawns on him that he's close enough to the ropes to grab, so he does just that and the ref breaks the hold. Both men are up, though Jack Lockhart is still clutching at his neck, feeling the pain from the hold. Danny Blade, looks to capitalize and moves towards him. He grabs Jack Lockhart and goes for a snap suplex, but Jack Lockhart is able to block it and reverse it, delivering a quick suplex of his own. Danny Blade, hits the mat hard, but he's close to his corner and Tucker Giffin reaches down and tags himself in.
Gould: Jack Lockhart did a good job of turning it around on Danny Blade,.
Torres: Yeah, but he better tag in Jason Price or the fresh Tucker Griffin will dominate him.
Jack Lockhart looks to head to his corner to get Jason Price into the match, but Tucker Giffin grabs him from behind, stopping him from doing so. Tucker Giffin whips him around to face him, but as he does, Jack Lockhart tries to kick him. Tucker Giffin saw it coming, though, and caught the kick. He gives Jack Lockhart a cocky smile before it's quickly wiped from his face when Jack Lockhart hits him with an enziguri, knocking him down to the mat, face-first. Jack Lockhart reaches down and grabs Tucker Giffin by both his arms, pulling them backwards. He slams his foot down on the back of Tucker Giffin's neck, driving his face into the mat. The crowd pops for the vicious move and Jack Lockhart raises his arms in the air to acknowledge them.
Gould: Tucker Giffin's nose must be broken!
Torres: It's dripping blood!
Gould: I'm not even sure how Tucker Giffin is still conscious.
Tucker Giffin is on his hands and knees, his face covered in blood. As Jack Lockhart continues to gesture to the fans, Tucker Giffin is able to slowly crawl in the direction of his corner, where Danny Blade, is frantically reaching out his hand, trying to get into this match. Tucker Giffin finally gets within reach of his partner and tags him in. Danny Blade, hops over the top rope and comes at Jack Lockhart like a house afire. He comes from behind Jack Lockhart and hops up on his shoulders and rolls forward, causing Jack Lockhart to roll through in a Victory roll. Danny Blade, holds the pin and the ref counts 1...2...kickout by Jack Lockhart. He hops up and tags in Jason Price.
Gould: Danny Blade, almost just stole one thime from Jack Lockhart.
Torres: Jack Lockhart definitely wasn't expecting that.
Gould: No, he probably thought Tucker Giffin was still on the mat behind him.
Torres: That's why you don't turn your back on an opponent, ever.
Jason Price comes in and Danny Blade, is ontop of him immediately, clubbing his back and neck as he steps through the ropes. Jack Lockhart does his best to push Danny Blade, away, allowing Jason Price into the ring, but Danny Blade, is back ontop of him in a flash.
Gould: You know, I think Danny Blade, might be the only person to ever step in the ring with Jason Price and not care about anything.
Torres: And that, right there, might be the most crazy thing about him.
He boots him in the gut, doubling him over. He hooks him by both of him arms and drops him down to the mat with a double-arm DDT. He goes for the pin and the ref counts 1...2..kickout! Not relenting, he gets back up and brings him to him feet. He gets him in a facelock and lifts him up, getting him completely vertical and holding him, looking for a brainbuster, but he's able to wriggle out of it and land on him feet behind him. He grabs him, going for a forward Russian legsweep, but he is able to pull out of it, lunging forward. He lunges towards his corner and, much to his chagrin, Tucker Giffin tags himself in, despite the fact that his nose is now pointing sideways.
Gould: Tucker Giffin showing incredible toughness to get back into this match!
Torres: It's a completely mistake. And Danny Blade, must not be pleased about it, eithim.
Indeed, he is not. Danny Blade, is refusing to leave the ring, but the ref is pushing him back towards his corner. Finally, he's able to get Danny Blade, out of the ring and Jason Price wastes no time going for Tucker Giffin. He goes to attack him, trying to grapple with him, but he ducks out of the way and kicks him in the small of the back, sending him running forward towards the ropes. He hits the ropes chest first and stumbles backwards right into him waiting arms. He gets him into a sleeper hold and lifts him up and slams him to the mat back-first. Tucker Giffin is nearly out of it now and Jason Price senses it. He heads to the closest neutral corner and climbs to the top.
Gould: Jason Price is looking to end this!
Torres: I don't think Danny Blade, is going to let that pass!
Danny Blade, sees what's going on and he runs along the apron to the corner where Jason Price is climbing the ropes. He reaches up and tries to pull him down, but he does him best to fight him off. The ref tries to get Danny Blade, to retreat back to his corner, but with the match on the line, he's not about to. In a flash, Jack Lockhart is into the ring and charging across. He hits Danny Blade, right across the chin with a forearm, which sends him flying off the apron to the floor on the outside. He then taps Jason Price on the leg, letting him know he's clear for takeoff. He leaps off and hits Tucker Giffin with an incredibly graceful corkscrew 450 splash, landing on him hard. Jason Price picks up Tucker Giffin into a wheel barrel power bomb with his legs crossed while Jack Lockhart gives Tucker Giffin a implant DDT.
Gould:"Good Lord they just hit Tucker Giffin with a painful move."
Torres:"They sure planted his as*."
Jason Price covers, ref makes the count 1....2....3
Rebecca: Your winners....Jack Lockhart and Jason Price!
Both men get to the center of the ring as "Eye of the Tiger" plays. The crowd cheers and Jason hugs Joann tight, the crowd cheering both men on. Angel gets into the ring too, coming up to Jack. The four leave the ring slowly, all looking happy and triumphant.
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We come back to see Alex Morgan in the center of the ring. He looks around at the cheering fans, a microphone in his hand. The crowd gets quiet for him and he smiles.
Morgan: Thank you! I love the loyal. I love those who show up each and every week to see what we can offer you, and I thank you for that. For those who respect us. Those who love us. Those who adore us.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Morgan: I know that you guys come out for excitement, and I dearly hope that you leave excited and happy for the experience. Recently, you've seen us go through many ups and downs. All of this rollercoaster ride culminated last week though, when we announced the relaunch of the UWL, and my being Vice President.
More cheers.
Morgan: Merchandise sales and ticket sales were on the upslope already, but things have skyrocketed in the last week or so. Which is why I have a huge announcement to make. Our contract with The Ramada Inn ends at Heatwave. We've all had meetings, and I respectfully told them that we will not be hosting our main shows here anymore.
The crowd falls silent.
Gould: Oh no. We're homeless again!
Torres: Or we're shutting down...
Morgan: You see, we are actually packed past capacity tonight. We can't fit everyone in the hall, and there are fans who are watching on monitors out in the lobby. So beginning the show at Heatwave, we will be hosting our shows out of the Robert McGrane arena at King's College in downtown Wilkes Barre!
A loud pop now.
Gould: King's College? I can't go to King's College!
Torres: Oh yeah, you're a Wilkes Grad! Ha, that's hilarious.
Morgan smiles.
Morgan: Don't worry, Malcolm, the college knows all about you and said you're more than welcome there.
The commentators share a chuckle.
Morgan: And for my last announcement, I would like to say that I am officially unfreezing the Femme Fatale Championship, and Katherine Brock Brown's number one contender will hopefully be named soon. Good night everybody!
Morgan leaves the ring to cheering fans.
Gould: Wait a minute? That music…could it be?
Just then, Gunner Hughes comes walking out from the back dressed in his street attire, a full beard covering his face and the NAW Championship draped over his shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks around at the fans as they cheer.
Torres: Well look who decided to grace us with his presence.
Gould: It’s the NAW Champion, and these fans are on their feet!
Gunner smiles as he begins his trek to the ring, the fans sitting along the aisle patting him on his back on his way. He reaches ringside and climbs inside, taking the title belt from his shoulder and raising it high above his head as camera flashes light up the arena.
Torres: Well I sure hope he enjoyed his little vacation Gould, because he’s got Jason Price breathing down his neck for a crack at that NAW Championship at Heatwave!
Gunner lowers the belt and replaces it on his shoulder and after a few moments he’s handed a microphone from the outside and his music comes to a stop. The fans then go quiet as Gunner walks to the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his mouth.
Gunner: Hello NAW!
The fans erupt in cheers and Gunner pauses and smiles as he waits for them to settle down.
Gunner: I have a couple of things I’d like to address here tonight, so first I’d like to say that it’s great to be back on Meltdown here in front of the fans…the same fans who supported me as I beat David Fraggle in the center of this ring and became the two-time NAW Champion!
Again the arena echoes with cheers and Gunner has to pause for a few moments.
Gunner: I have much respect for Fraggle, but everybody knows the NAW was long overdue for a legit champion to wear this title belt. Somebody who will wear it with pride and somebody who will defend it with honor. Over the past year not a single person who has worn the NAW Championship has fit that bill. You see because for the past year our company has seen only NAW champions who hid behind this title belt to avoid a fight instead of wrapping it firmly around their waist and getting inside that ring to prove that they actually deserve it.
Gunner sets the microphone on the mat and then removes the NAW Championship title belt from his shoulder and wraps it around his waist. He then picks the microphone back up from the mat and again raises it to his mouth.
Gunner: Well as the new NAW Champion I’m here to declare tonight that those days are officially over! From this point forward, no longer will the NAW Champion in this company be a person who simply waits for his challenges to come to him. There’s an old saying that says that becoming a champion is tough, but staying a champion is where the real struggle lies. And anybody who has been with our company for a length of time knows that there is nobody on our roster who is better at staying a champion than Gunner Hughes. This title belt should have never left my waist in the first place, so now that I have it back you can bet your ass that it won’t be leaving it again!
Once more the fans cheer their approval of Gunner’s words, and as he get ready to continue, a menacing looking smile forms on his face.
Gunner: And that brings me to my next order of business concerning the NAW Championship...Jason Price, the man who wants the first crack at it.
The fans give a mixed reaction, some supporting Gunner and others supporting the rookie Jason Price.
Torres: That’s right, and Jason Price means business too.
Gould: You know for once I have agree with you Jim. Jason Price has been on a tear ever since his last match against Gunner and now he’s hungry for that NAW Championship. This match is going to be huge!
Gunner continues on.
Gunner: Jason Price, you’ve earned yourself a spot against me at Heatwave and I have to admit it’s a well-deserved spot. You ran through a gauntlet of superstars, included the newly invigorated Trent Brown, and you left no question that you deserve to be the number one contender for the NAW Championship. Just as you said yourself, you’re on fire right now. You’re untouchable. You’re holding a king high straight flush and all you need is that ace of spades and you can walk in and claim the entire pot at Heatwave.
Gunner laughs and holds up his fist.
Gunner: The problem is though Jason…you didn’t draw the ace of spades, you drew Gunner Hughes…the king of clubs. You see kid, as good as you think you are…you will once again be humbled by me. You probably think that just because I haven’t been around lately that I haven’t been hearing all of the crap you been spewing out of your mouth but you’re dead wrong. I’ve heard everything you had to say and you better believe that I can’t wait to walk into Heatwave and plant my boot right upside that big mouth of yours and put an end to all of your excuses for failing against me the first time. You had the chance to walk away and avoid this rematch and quit while you were ahead in the NAW as the Horizon Champion, but now instead you’ve went and dug your own grave. So at Heatwave Jason Price it’s going to be my pleasure to bury you in it!
Yet again the fans explode in cheers as they show their support for the NAW Champion.
Gunner: “You see Price, for weeks you’ve been dropping my name and referring back to our triple threat Horizon Championship match and how I supposedly “stole the win from you”, but in reality it was clearly one of the best things to ever happen to your NAW career. You walked away from our match as a better wrestler, went on to wrestle and defeat Jack Lockhart at Spring Breakdown in what could easily be considered a match of the year candidate, and in the end you wound up with the Horizon Title belt wrapped around your skinny little waist anyway. I made you taste defeat and in the long run you still came out smelling like a rose. You’d figure that after a situation like that you’d keep Gunner Hughes’ name out of your mouth before you got his boot in your ass again, but I guess you don’t learn from your mistakes do you kid? You think that just because it wasn’t your face that got football punted in our triple threat match that it still wasn’t you who failed? Come on Jason, you can paint that picture anyway you want to but in the end you still lose the match every time. If you weren’t sure what the ramifications of a triple threat match were then you had no business being inside the ring in the first place. Besides Jason, one of the greatest wrestlers of or time used to say that “in order to be the man, you’ve got to beat the man.”
Gunner laughs.
Gunner: You didn’t have what it took to be able to beat the man that night Jason, and you damned sure won’t have what it takes to beat him at Heatwave either. You may be on fire right now but mark my words kid, as soon as that bell rings at Heatwave and I hit you upside the head with this size fifteen boot you’re going to be out cold. And just as fast as you rose to becoming a champion it’s all going to be taken from you in the blink of an eye. There is only one true champion in this company and that spot belongs to me. So prepare yourself Jason Price, keep on talking and enjoy being the Horizon Champion while you can. Because at Heatwave as soon as that bell rings…
He gets a mean looking sneer on his face and growls into the microphone.
Gunner: …Gunner Hughes is coming to collect!
Gunner tosses the microphone to the mat and his music plays again as he raises an arm in the air and pats the front faceplate of his NAW Championship.
Gould: Well there you have it ladies and gentleman, the NAW Champion is back and ready to face off against Jason Price at Heatwave for all the marbles!
Torres: Well marbles is what has for brains if he thinks he’s just going to swoop in and take Price’s title belt without a hell of a fight.
Gould: Oh, a hell of a fight it will be indeed.
Gunner climbs out of the ring and returns to the back as the fans continue to cheer.
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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: I want to know one thing just now did the fans of NAW believe Alex Morgan when he responded to us saying that he was the number one suspect.
Fans: NO!
Carmesí: That’s what I thought. You see Alex Morgan the fact that you ignored all of our points makes you a guilty man. That is why tonight I’m going to prove a point to you. It doesn’t matter what you say or do because Sister Anne and The Lost Family control everything. Let me show you exactly what we mean, if I say down with you people say Morgan. Down with.
Fans: Morgan.
Carmesí: Down with.
Fans: Morgan.
Carmesí: Alex Morgan we promised change in NAW and as you can see change has come. The power that you thought that you had over everything is nothing more than your false hope. Anything that I say that I want I’ll find a way to get it. Tonight I want to tell the fans a story, do you people like stories?
Fans: Yes.
Carmesí: Good because I’ve got a good story for you. Sister Anne and I had a talk last week and she said not all families are lost. I listened to her words and I understood what she meant she wanted to go to Fraggle Rock and ask David Fraggle’s family if they had anything to do with David Fraggle getting attacked. Upon arrival to Fraggle Rock we saw Judas Fraggle and we said to him, did you attack David? Judas looked at us and said no he then told us that we could ask all of the others. We went down them all, Steven Fraggle said no, Anthony Fraggle said no and Mathew Fraggle said no. Sister Anne then said something else. She said revenge. There are men hiding in the shadows waiting on their moment to get their revenge over David Fraggle. We want to call them out right now so that they can tell us where they were when David Fraggle got attacked. Who are we calling out? We’re calling out a team who we believe never got over the Fact that David Fraggle ended their careers. Vice Squad get out here right now and tell us the truth.
The fans and the camera all point towards the entrance. Several moments go past before the sound of a familiar siren fills the arena. The siren fades out as the Miami Vice theme plays. The crowd doesn’t seem to know what to do but then break out in to a chorus of cheers as The Vice Squad, Lance Carter and Hank Sharpe, walk out on to the ramp. They play up to the crowd as they walk down to the ring wearing their trademark 80s style suits. They climb in to the ring and are handed microphones by the ring crew. The Vice Squad stand in the ring in front of Carmesí and Thee Vamp as the crowd cheer hard. The crowd soon calm down as Carmesí holds the microphone up.
Carmesí: Vice Squad... What do you have to say for yourselves!?
Lance Carter: Firstly, it’s great to be back in a NAW ring.
Hank Sharpe: I suppose a lot of you are wondering what happened to us.
Carmesí: As much as you feel that you deserve moment with the fans of NAW, I asked for you to come out here and answer my question.
Hank Sharpe: Not so fast there skippy. We are here to address you and the fans. You see, we have dual responsibilities. We are wrestlers but cops also... After losing the titles, we learnt that our arch enemy Mendoza was up to his old tricks and it was our responsibility to put an end to his shenanigans... However, we never got the chance to properly say goodbye and for that we are sorry.
Carmesí: Ok, well now that you have that over and done with, what do you have to say?
Lance Carter: Well apparently you think we had something to do with the attack on David Fraggle.
Carmesí: Everyone knows that you wanted revenge on David Fraggle for beating you in your last match.
Lance Carter: And wanting revenge automatically makes us guilty? I don’t think that will hold up in court.
Carmesí: Do you deny it?
Lance Carter: Yes we do.
Carmesí: And what proof do you have?
Hank Sharpe: Well... Firstly, we were busy tangling with Mendoza down in Florida when this attack occurred. And secondly, if we really wanted revenge, we would do it like men and exact it in the ring, not in some random sneak attack.
Lance Carter: You see David may have beaten us in our last match however it is not something we let rule our lives. We moved on, we solved crime and should we need to step back in to the ring... well, that is when we would settle lost scores with David... And should we ever decide to do that, David would be in for some Cold, hard Justice!
Hank Sharpe: So I’m sorry if this doesn't wrap things up for you, I guess your investigation will just have to go on....
The fans cheer as the Vice Squad drop the mikes and climb out the ring. The stop the high five the crowd as they walk back up the ramp and take one last moment to pose at the top of the ramp, leaving Carmesí and Thee Vamp in the ring.
Carmesí: Do the fans of NAW believe them?
Fans: Yes.
Carmesí: That’s because their response was a lot clearer than Alex Morgan’s therefore the investigation will continue. However before Thee Vamp and I go we’ve got a few more things to say. To anyone who missed it The Lost family have the right to post on David Fraggle’s Twitter account and a couple of weeks ago out we sent out a tweet that Sister Anne had found someone who was lost and needed a family to find her. Next week on Meltdown we are going to open the arena doors, open our hearts and open our arms and introduce ourselves to this poor lost soul. Wait there’s more because next week Thee Vamp and I have a very special peace offering for the fans of NAW. It’s going to be a good night for The Lost Family. Now hit our music.
As Carmesí drops the microphone "Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system. Carmesí and Thee Vamp then leave the ring and walk to the entranceway and go backstage.
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We come back from a quick ad, and the fans cheer as "Hero" by Skillet hits the system. Grayson King appears on one of the entrances and runs to the ring. He gets to his feet and looks around at all the cheering fans, nodding his head. He bounds off one of the ropes and hops around a little bit to get the adrenaline going.
Rebecca: This match is set for one fall... Introducing first, from Star City....Grayson King!
He smirks again as his music fades out. "Crooked Man" by Those Poor Bastards play as the lights slowly fade down, The Minister steps out into the single spot light on the stage, just then following behind him is Wyatt Blu. The spotlight follows them slowly down the ramp towards the ring as The Minster taunts the crowd causing a roar of boos. As They make their way to ringside Wyatt slowly rolls under the bottom rope, the lights slowly raise up as The Minster walks to the corner of Wyatt, Wyatt lays in the bottom corner as The Minister speaks instructions into his ear, and the music slowly fades.
Rebecca: And his opponent! From the Backwoods of Alabama.....Wyatt Blu!
Wyatt gets to his feet and gets himself ready as well as the bell rings.
Grayson King vs Wyatt Blu
Grayson charges at Wyatt, who ducks. Grayson bounces off the ropes and goes for a swing as he comes, but Wyatt ducks again. Grayson stops himself dead in his tracks, turning around with lightning fast speed and hits an unexpecting Wyatt with a spinning heel kick. Wyatt gets up just as quick as he went down and hits Grayson with a right hand. He whips Grayson to the ropes, but Grayson comes back and slides under Wyatt's legs. He hurries to his feet from behind Wyatt and when Wyatt is turned around, Grayson connects with a facebuster to his knee. Grayson walks over to the nearby corner and comes off with a nice leg drop, covering Wyatt.
ONE!
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Wyatt kicks out.
Gould: Grayson with a fantastic showing so far tonight!
Grayson gets up and Wyatt follows. Grayson looks for a swift kick, but Wyatt blocks it. Wyatt hits a few rights before whipping Grayson into a corner. He runs at Grayson, who lifts his legs up and connects both boots to Wyatt's face. He runs at Wyatt, jumping up and sending Wyatt across the ring with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors Takedown! He gets to his feet and looks around at the fans. They all cheer as he climbs to the top turnbuckle again. He gets himself braced, but the Minister climbs up onto the apron, shaking the top rope in the process, and Grayson crotches the turnbuckle!
Gould: Dammit! I can see where this guy is gonna go!
Torres: Great move by the Minister, keeping his client in this one!
Higgins yells at the Minister, who by the time Higgins saw, was back out on the floor. He walks around the ring with his hands behind his back, feigning innocence. Wyatt starts to his feet, seeing Grayson down. He takes this opportunity to hit Grayson with some wild stomps. He picks Grayson up, immediately planting him into the mat with a DDT. He covers quickly.
ONE!
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T--Grayson kicks out! Wyatt gets up and pulls Grayson to his feet, applying a headlock. Grayson hits him with a few elbows, forcing him to let go. Grayson then connects with an Enziguiri. He gets up and looks around. The Minister looks ready to get involved, so Grayson runs over and dives out of the ring, taking the Minister out with a Suicide Dive! He slides into the ring and hits Wyatt with a Shining Wizard, taking him off the knee that he had just gotten onto. He looks around and gets to the top turnbuckle again.
Gould: Here it is! Grayson King once again with the Prince's Crownd and the cover!
Torres: And the 1! 2! 3!
Grayson gets to his feet as "Hero" hits the speakers again.
Rebecca: Here is your winner...Grayson King!
Grayson leaves the ring as the Minister gets to his feet again. Grayson gives him a sneer of disapproval and walks back out of the hall.
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After returning from a brief commercial break, the camera begins to pan up an anonymous figure, and more specifically, an anonymous female figure. The rising continued as it passed over the woman's tanned, fit legs, then to her lower portion, concealed by a pair of yellow hot shorts. Before you knew it, the frame was filled with the shot of an striking, however, unknown, Asian American woman. Her long, jet black hair was tied into a messy side ponytail, her torso slightly on display beneath her white tank top. A confident look was spread upon her face and it was apparent she had something to say. Looking to the camera, she began to undo the tape on her wrists.
Vivian Duke: I'm sure all of you are wondering who I am? What I'm doing here? I can answer both of those questions for you right here, right now. I'm Vivian Duke, the newest woman in NAW. It's come to my attention that the women in the promotion here have been wanting some competition and that's exactly what I'm here to give them. Don't you all want to see a new face mix and mingle with the ones that you've grown to love!?
The fans in attendance give a small pop, getting behind the fact that a new talent had emerged within the company, despite not knowing who she really was. Acknowledging the crowd reaction, Duke smiled proudly as she tossed the loose, black tape onto one of the locker room benches behind her. She continued to speak.
Vivian Duke: I've seen women like Katherine Brock-Brown and Jenny Smith come out here and bust their ass to put on a good show, but what can you really do when you don't have alot to work with? Me being here is hopefully going to change that. I'm here for clean, healthy competition. I want to showcase my abilities and introduce you to who I am as an aspiring athlete. I'd be honored to meet the women that have been holding up this divis—
Before the newly signed Vivian Duke could finish her statement, an abrupt noise was heard in the distance. Duke raised an eyebrow in the direction of the nameless distraction, as the fans looked on, not knowing who or what it was. Without a word, Vivian stepped aside, making room for the disruption. Emerging into the shot was the vision of an ethereal goddess; a blonde-haired woman wrapped in a white towel, her skin rosy and damp from the shower she had just been in moments before. A smirk tugged at the woman's perfectly proportioned lips as she wringed out her dripping hair, before flippantly tossing it into the face of Vivian Duke, who in turn gave a look of annoyance.
Vivian Duke: Eugh! Who the hell are you exactly? This was supposed to be my time to speak.
Chàntelle LeBlanc: Chàntelle, Chàntelle LeBlanc. S'il vous plaît arrêter de parler. Just please stop talking, okay? Nobody wants to hear what you have to say, and this little .. speech .. you're giving isn't winning anyone over. Nobody cares about what comes out of your mouth, mon chéri. You want to know what these people want, what they've come to see? I assure you it isn't what you're giving them right now. This is what they've come to see ..
On cue, LeBlanc began to give a little spin, twirling sensually for the cameras. The men in the arena began to whistle wildly for the provocative woman, beginning to chant for "T&A". Chàntelle dipped low for a moment, showcasing her curves, the towel still fitted tightly around her flawless figure. Her legs glistened in direct light, her deep cleavage suggesting that her breasts wanted to burst free from confinement; she was pure eye candy, and everyone was eating her up, undressing her with their imagination. Vivian looked on, seemingly nauseous, as she turned away and rolled her eyes without a word. LeBlanc stopped after a few seconds, resting a palm on her hips.
Chàntelle LeBlanc: Do you see what I'm talking about, amateur? This is what North Atlantic Wrestling needs .. me .. Chàntelle LeBlanc. They don't need another Gina Smyth or Kelly Frock—whatever her name is ..
Vivian Duke: You mean, Jenny Smith and Katherine Bro—
Chàntelle LeBlanc: Shut up! Ne comprenez-vous? Nobody wants to hear you speak .. ever. None of what you say, none of what they say, matters anymore. What I say, matters. I'm the crown jewel. You may be the "newest", but I'm the hottest. I'm the one they'll remember, the one they'll pay to see. You little girls best realize that as time goes on. Now, if you'll excuse me .. I need to get dressed. I have an important "rendezvous" with Alex Morgan ..
Duke sent a glare the French Flower's way, piercing her like daggers. LeBlanc paid no mind, sending a lascivious wink toward the camera before turning on her heels and dropping the towel to her feet as soon as she stepped out of the frame. The camera quickly turned down to see the towel on the floor, before reverting back to the agitated expression on Vivian Duke's face. It was clear that these two women weren't in any danger of becoming friends. The camera gradually faded to black as Duke stormed out of the empty locker room, full of indignation.
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When we come back from a quick Heatwave teaser, the crowd is on their feet for our second and final match of the night. As they do, we hear a voice.
"Would everyone please rise for the Canadian National Anthem...."
The crowd boos for the most part, but some fans do, out of respect. We see Canadian Perfection, the entire troupe, come out to the ring, all of them glaring at the booing fans, shaking their heads in disgust. They all get into the ring, having a little pep talk in the corner. They get out of the ring except for the two who will be competing, and "Eye of the Tiger" hits.
Rebecca: Introducing first...Canadian Perfection! And their opponent....Jason Price!
Price appears at the entrance, a smile on his face as he stands about halfway along the aisle. He stares into the ring at the Canadians who are ready to start, and he shakes his head, saying "Not yet." It is then that the familiar song by Manowar hits, and we see Jack and Angel Lockhart both appear. Jack looks around, a look of rage on his face. He walks until he's side by side with Jason Price. Jason Price looks up at him and they both nod, then run to the ring.
Both teams decide who will be starting as the bell rings.
Jason Price & Jack Lockhart vs Canadian Perfection
In the ring, we've got Tucker Giffin and Jason Price starting out. Tucker Giffin goes to lock up with the Jason Price, but he ducks his grasp, sidestepping him. He looks at him, a little shocked at first, but then gets a condescending smile on his face, as if he's decided that playtime is over. He charges at Jason Price, who sidesteps him again, this time taking him down with a drop-toe hold. Tucker Giffin hits the mat face first. He gets a pained look on his face and quickly raises his hand to his nose, checking for bleeding. He's got a genuine look of shock on his face. Almost immediately, Jason Price is ontop of him, locking him into a camel clutch.
Gould: It looks like Tucker Giffin has gotten a bit more than he bargained for with Jason Price.
Torres: That will happen, Tucker Giffin should be more careful.
Gould: Yea if he even knows how to.
Torres: Take it you don't like Tucker Giffin?
Gould: No comment.
The ref is in Griffin's face, asking him if he wants to give up. He shakes his head no, but Jason Price yanks back on his chin harder. Tucker Giffin gets his hand up, ready to tap out, but before he can do that, Danny Blade, does a front somersault over the ropes and lands hard ontop of both Jason Price and Tucker Giffin, breaking up the hold. Jason Price rolls away and Danny Blade, gets up, going after him. Before he can get to him, however, the referee gets in between them and stops him. The ref is finally able to get him to go back to his corner while Jason Price tags in Jack Lockhart. Jack Lockhart climbs into the ring, but this has all given time to Tucker Giffin to get to the corner. He tags in Danny Blade,, who climbs in and comes face to face with Jack Lockhart.
Gould: I have a feeling Jack Lockhart have faced some crazy sons of bi*ches before, but nothing compared to Danny Blade,.
Torres: I have a feeling you'd have to go to an insane asylum to find someone as crazy as Danny Blade, to wrestle.
Gould: But he's a different kind of crazy...in sort of an endearing kind of way.
Torres: If you say so...
Jack Lockhart doesn't care who's in front of him, crazy or not. He's here to fight, and he shows this by lowering his head and charging at Danny Blade,, who is caught by surprise as Jack Lockhart gets him in a fit tackle position and drives him back into the ropes. Danny Blade, grasps onto the ropes to keep from bouncing off of them. This causes Jack Lockhart to bounce and stumble backwards, rolling over his head on the mat and stopping on one knee and one foot. He looks at Danny Blade, and charges hard at him. Danny Blade, ducks and gives Jack Lockhart a back body drop over the top rope and to the outside. Jack Lockhart lands on the outside, though he was able to brace himself with his hands. He slowly gets up, but by the time he gets to his feet, Danny Blade, has hit the ropes on the other side and is running hard towards him. Danny Blade, leaps over the top rope and comes down onto Jack Lockhart with a high-cross body. They both go down to the floor.
Gould: Whoa! Danny Blade, showed some great agility with that move!
Torres: You know I'm not a fan of moves that take so much out of yourself, but damn, that was cool...his hair was flying all over the place!
Gould: Jason Price and Tucker Giffin aren't just going to sit thime and watch this!
Tucker Giffin has hopped down from the apron and approaches the two fallen combatants. He's about to grab Jack Lockhart when Jason Price comes running around the corner of the ring and hits him with a spinning heel kick that knocks him down. Jason Price is back up and he helps Jack Lockhart get to his feet and helps him get into the ring again. He then grabs Danny Blade, and does the same with him. The both of them are stirring on the mat in the ring, with Danny Blade, getting to his knees before Jack Lockhart. Danny Blade, is up to his feet now and moving over towards Jack Lockhart. He grabs Jack Lockhart and helps him to his feet and then whips him into the ropes. Jack Lockhart bounces back and Danny Blade, brings him down with a head scissors. He holds the head scissors on Jack Lockhart down on the mat, trying to squeeze the life out of him.
Gould: It's amazing how distracted Danny Blade, is until the bell rings.
Torres: In the ring, he's like a man possessed.
Gould: I'm not sure if Jack Lockhart will be able to get out of this one.
Jack Lockhart is, indeed, in a spot of trouble as he tries to fight Danny Blade,'s hold. He stops fighting for a moment and the ref notices he's got two shoulders down, so he counts 1...2...kickout by Jack Lockhart. It finally dawns on him that he's close enough to the ropes to grab, so he does just that and the ref breaks the hold. Both men are up, though Jack Lockhart is still clutching at his neck, feeling the pain from the hold. Danny Blade, looks to capitalize and moves towards him. He grabs Jack Lockhart and goes for a snap suplex, but Jack Lockhart is able to block it and reverse it, delivering a quick suplex of his own. Danny Blade, hits the mat hard, but he's close to his corner and Tucker Giffin reaches down and tags himself in.
Gould: Jack Lockhart did a good job of turning it around on Danny Blade,.
Torres: Yeah, but he better tag in Jason Price or the fresh Tucker Griffin will dominate him.
Jack Lockhart looks to head to his corner to get Jason Price into the match, but Tucker Giffin grabs him from behind, stopping him from doing so. Tucker Giffin whips him around to face him, but as he does, Jack Lockhart tries to kick him. Tucker Giffin saw it coming, though, and caught the kick. He gives Jack Lockhart a cocky smile before it's quickly wiped from his face when Jack Lockhart hits him with an enziguri, knocking him down to the mat, face-first. Jack Lockhart reaches down and grabs Tucker Giffin by both his arms, pulling them backwards. He slams his foot down on the back of Tucker Giffin's neck, driving his face into the mat. The crowd pops for the vicious move and Jack Lockhart raises his arms in the air to acknowledge them.
Gould: Tucker Giffin's nose must be broken!
Torres: It's dripping blood!
Gould: I'm not even sure how Tucker Giffin is still conscious.
Tucker Giffin is on his hands and knees, his face covered in blood. As Jack Lockhart continues to gesture to the fans, Tucker Giffin is able to slowly crawl in the direction of his corner, where Danny Blade, is frantically reaching out his hand, trying to get into this match. Tucker Giffin finally gets within reach of his partner and tags him in. Danny Blade, hops over the top rope and comes at Jack Lockhart like a house afire. He comes from behind Jack Lockhart and hops up on his shoulders and rolls forward, causing Jack Lockhart to roll through in a Victory roll. Danny Blade, holds the pin and the ref counts 1...2...kickout by Jack Lockhart. He hops up and tags in Jason Price.
Gould: Danny Blade, almost just stole one thime from Jack Lockhart.
Torres: Jack Lockhart definitely wasn't expecting that.
Gould: No, he probably thought Tucker Giffin was still on the mat behind him.
Torres: That's why you don't turn your back on an opponent, ever.
Jason Price comes in and Danny Blade, is ontop of him immediately, clubbing his back and neck as he steps through the ropes. Jack Lockhart does his best to push Danny Blade, away, allowing Jason Price into the ring, but Danny Blade, is back ontop of him in a flash.
Gould: You know, I think Danny Blade, might be the only person to ever step in the ring with Jason Price and not care about anything.
Torres: And that, right there, might be the most crazy thing about him.
He boots him in the gut, doubling him over. He hooks him by both of him arms and drops him down to the mat with a double-arm DDT. He goes for the pin and the ref counts 1...2..kickout! Not relenting, he gets back up and brings him to him feet. He gets him in a facelock and lifts him up, getting him completely vertical and holding him, looking for a brainbuster, but he's able to wriggle out of it and land on him feet behind him. He grabs him, going for a forward Russian legsweep, but he is able to pull out of it, lunging forward. He lunges towards his corner and, much to his chagrin, Tucker Giffin tags himself in, despite the fact that his nose is now pointing sideways.
Gould: Tucker Giffin showing incredible toughness to get back into this match!
Torres: It's a completely mistake. And Danny Blade, must not be pleased about it, eithim.
Indeed, he is not. Danny Blade, is refusing to leave the ring, but the ref is pushing him back towards his corner. Finally, he's able to get Danny Blade, out of the ring and Jason Price wastes no time going for Tucker Giffin. He goes to attack him, trying to grapple with him, but he ducks out of the way and kicks him in the small of the back, sending him running forward towards the ropes. He hits the ropes chest first and stumbles backwards right into him waiting arms. He gets him into a sleeper hold and lifts him up and slams him to the mat back-first. Tucker Giffin is nearly out of it now and Jason Price senses it. He heads to the closest neutral corner and climbs to the top.
Gould: Jason Price is looking to end this!
Torres: I don't think Danny Blade, is going to let that pass!
Danny Blade, sees what's going on and he runs along the apron to the corner where Jason Price is climbing the ropes. He reaches up and tries to pull him down, but he does him best to fight him off. The ref tries to get Danny Blade, to retreat back to his corner, but with the match on the line, he's not about to. In a flash, Jack Lockhart is into the ring and charging across. He hits Danny Blade, right across the chin with a forearm, which sends him flying off the apron to the floor on the outside. He then taps Jason Price on the leg, letting him know he's clear for takeoff. He leaps off and hits Tucker Giffin with an incredibly graceful corkscrew 450 splash, landing on him hard. Jason Price picks up Tucker Giffin into a wheel barrel power bomb with his legs crossed while Jack Lockhart gives Tucker Giffin a implant DDT.
Gould:"Good Lord they just hit Tucker Giffin with a painful move."
Torres:"They sure planted his as*."
Jason Price covers, ref makes the count 1....2....3
Rebecca: Your winners....Jack Lockhart and Jason Price!
Both men get to the center of the ring as "Eye of the Tiger" plays. The crowd cheers and Jason hugs Joann tight, the crowd cheering both men on. Angel gets into the ring too, coming up to Jack. The four leave the ring slowly, all looking happy and triumphant.
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We come back to see Alex Morgan in the center of the ring. He looks around at the cheering fans, a microphone in his hand. The crowd gets quiet for him and he smiles.
Morgan: Thank you! I love the loyal. I love those who show up each and every week to see what we can offer you, and I thank you for that. For those who respect us. Those who love us. Those who adore us.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Morgan: I know that you guys come out for excitement, and I dearly hope that you leave excited and happy for the experience. Recently, you've seen us go through many ups and downs. All of this rollercoaster ride culminated last week though, when we announced the relaunch of the UWL, and my being Vice President.
More cheers.
Morgan: Merchandise sales and ticket sales were on the upslope already, but things have skyrocketed in the last week or so. Which is why I have a huge announcement to make. Our contract with The Ramada Inn ends at Heatwave. We've all had meetings, and I respectfully told them that we will not be hosting our main shows here anymore.
The crowd falls silent.
Gould: Oh no. We're homeless again!
Torres: Or we're shutting down...
Morgan: You see, we are actually packed past capacity tonight. We can't fit everyone in the hall, and there are fans who are watching on monitors out in the lobby. So beginning the show at Heatwave, we will be hosting our shows out of the Robert McGrane arena at King's College in downtown Wilkes Barre!
A loud pop now.
Gould: King's College? I can't go to King's College!
Torres: Oh yeah, you're a Wilkes Grad! Ha, that's hilarious.
Morgan smiles.
Morgan: Don't worry, Malcolm, the college knows all about you and said you're more than welcome there.
The commentators share a chuckle.
Morgan: And for my last announcement, I would like to say that I am officially unfreezing the Femme Fatale Championship, and Katherine Brock Brown's number one contender will hopefully be named soon. Good night everybody!
Morgan leaves the ring to cheering fans.