Post by Alice White on Jul 2, 2014 6:25:34 GMT -5
The show opens with "Zero" by Evergreen Terrace playing. After a few seconds, we see Zero appear on the stage. Some fans cheer him on because he looks cool, others because he's pumping them up with some awesome gestures and footwork. Some boo him. Most ignore him. He is in the ring now, and is walking around it as his music fades out.
Gould: So it's cool that he's here again, i guess. Let's see how long this lasts, eh?
Torres: I give his time in NAW about 5 minutes.
"Cry Little Sister" begins to play, and we get a nice crowd reaction. The fans cheer as Carmesi and Thee Vamp appear on the stage. Carmesi leads Thee Vamp down the ramp, and they stop at the bottom, looking into the ring. Thee Vamp climbs up onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. His music fades and Zero comes right at him, not even waiting for a bell. The bell does ring then, and Thee Vamp dodges the attack. He turns and hits Zero with an elbow that knocks him back into a corner. Vamp boots Zero in the face then, knocking him out of the corner to his knees. He boots him again to lay him out on his back.
Gould: Vicious!
Torres: I like it!
Vamp picks Zero up and whips him into the ropes, Zero comes back, looking for a jumping forearm smash, but misses and Thee Vamp waits. As Zero gets up, Thee Vamp hits him with a huge clothesline, causing him to do a full mid-air backflip and land on his face. Thee Vamp picks him up, connecting with Thee Slam! He covers!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner....THEE VAMP!
Thee Vamp and Carmesi stand in the ring over Zero's lifeless body as the show fades out for it's first quick ad.
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The camera shows Cyclone, Carmesí, Thee vamp and Lluvia talking in a corridor backstage.
Cyclone: Carmesí challenged a Badger to a singles match next week. I’ve decided that I want to change the match. Cyclone and Carmesí will team up to face The Badgers to determine if The Badgers deserve a shot at the NAW Tag Team Championships or not.
Scene fades.
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As the show comes back, we see Bruce Clayton in the ring. Andrew Lombardi is on his way down the ramp, accompanied by Matt Lane. They are both wearing Green Bay Packers football jerseys. Lombardi tosses his to the side and climbs up onto the apron. Lane holds the Wisonsin state flag. From the audience we see Alaric Trudeau! He hits Lane in the back of the head, knocking him to the floor and the flag goes flying! Alaric grabs the flag, snapping it in half over his knee. He takes the half without the flag on it and swings it at Lombardi, who is out of the ring now. It hits Lombardi in the ribs, and he doubles over. Alaric then hits him in the spine with it, knocking him to the floor as well!
Gould: What is this about? He has no business out here
Torres: I think he's out here with purpose though, look at him go!
Alaric gets into the ring and hits Clayton with the pole, then hits him again and again until he's about out of it. He then locks in the French Quarter on Clayton! The fans are booing loudly as Alaric ruins their show. He holds it for a while before finally letting go. He kicks Clayton out of the ring and demands a microphone.
Alaric: Alright, see waht just happened there? That's me, ruining an episode of Meltdown for every single one of you tonight. Why? Because I'm not getting the championship shot that I deserve! I demand a title shot RIGHT NOW! I am the greatest asset that this company has to offer you. And you are letting me slip away without even thinking of what it will cost you. Alex, give me what I wa---
Just then, "Tom Sawyer" hits on the PA System, and the crowd cheers loudly. Alaric has a half smile, but clearly looks irritated at being interrupted. Morgan appears on stage, a microphone in his own hand. He stares down at the ring. He doesn't wear his trademark smile. he doesn't adjust his bowtie. He just stares down at Alaric, clenching his jaw.
Morgan: I have had enough of this, Trudeau. You come out here, and you demand things. You demand things without even doing anything to earn them. You demand things thinking that you should just have them handed to you. You demand things out of common greed. I've had enough of it. So I'm giving you your title shot.
Alaric smiles at the idea of getting what he wants, finally.
Alaric: I knew you'--
Morgan: Shut your mouth.
The crowd is shocked at Morgan's demeanor.
Gould: Wow, guys. We've never seen Alex Morgan in this state before.
Moser: He's tired of Trudeau's antics. I'd be like this too.
Morgan: Here's the deal. You'll get a shot at the Horizon Championship tonight. I'm clearing the rest of the card right now. Grayson and Lane have the night off. After a short break to clear out the audience, you will be facing Jason Price in an empty arena match.
The crowd cheers.
Morgan: The fans will be moved to the Wilkes University football stadium to watch the match on a giant projector screen. You, Jason, and Eddie Higgins will remain inside this very arena, and this will be settled TONIGHT. Best of luck to you.
Morgan wears a very irritated smile as he walks back behind the curtain and the fans begin to file out of the arena slowly.
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When we come back to the show, Jason Price and Alaric Trudeau are in the ring. Eddie Higgins is in the center. Since everyone is gone, it's solely up to Higgins to start the match. He looks back and forth before shouting "GO!"
Alaric Trudeau vs Jason Price
The two men stare each other down, Price looking absolutely furious at Trudeau right now. Gould and Torres do commentate from the outside location, still mic'ed up to the the system, which has also been moved. They lock up, and Price tosses Alaric across the ring. Alaric smiles after rolling out of the ring and standing at the apron. Price runs at him and dives through the ropes, taking Alaric down! He gets to his feet and pulls Alaric up as well, and the two alternate right hands. Alaric gets the upper hand and goes to slam Price's face into a ring post, but Price puts an arm up and stops it. He then elbows Alaric in his face and forces him to back up.
Gould: What physicality!
Torres: What brutality!
Moser: What is going on right now?
Price kicks Alaric in the ribs before planting an elbow into his spine, knocking him down onto a knee. He then slams Alaric's head into the side of the ring apron, and Alaric goes down. Price covers.
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Alaric kicks out!
Gould: Remember guys, this match has to end in pinfall or submission, and ANYTHING GOES!
Torres: WHOOOO! I love it!
Price gets up and throws Alaric into the guardrail. Alaric hits it and goes over it, hitting the floor on the other side. Price charges and hops up onto the rail, then hops off and hits Alaric in the side of the head with a forearm smash! He picks Alaric up and tosses him over the guardrail to the foot of the ramp. He climbs over and picks him up, throwing a few rights. Alaric is forced back a few steps, and the two men ascend the ramp. Alaric is able to throw a few of his own and boots Jason in the chest, and Jason goes down, rolling down the ramp. Alaric then proceeds to walk up the ramp on his own, as Jason gets to his feet and follows him up.
Gould: The competitors are up at the stage now... That never ends well.
Torres: For them. It always ends well for the fans.
The two throw rights back and forth on the stage, and Alaric takes Price, throwing him into the light wall below the big screen. Price bounces off, and we see the lights flicker around where Price was just thrown. He picks Price up to a knee and looks down at him. He smirks before throwing a huge right hand that flattens Price. He drops to his knees and covers Price, hooking a leg.
ONE!
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Price gets a shoulder up in the air! Alaric pulls him to his feet by the hair, and drags him behind the curtain. The camera loses them for a few seconds before finding them again in a hall, where Price tosses Alaric into a small PA system that isn't being used. Speakers go down and an amp is knocked onto its side. Price takes Alaric's head and slams it into the amp a few times, causing the side of it to break, and Alaric's head goes into it! Price stands back and looks at the damage caused, the first sign of a smile crossing his own face now.
Gould: Uh...did he just electrocute Alaric?
Torres: Gould, that's not plugged in...
Moser: D'oh!
He pulls Alaric's head out, and we see a small bloody streak down the side of Alaric's face. Price throws him onto the floor, slamming his head into the concrete. Price looks down at Alaric's lifeless body and covers him.
ONE!
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Alaric manages a kickout! Price heaves a sigh and looks around, frustrated. He pulls Alaric up and throws him into the wall, Alaric flying into it and crumpling in the corner. Price picks him up and plants him into the concrete now with a DDT, but hurts himself as well from slamming his back into the floor. He rolls onto his stomach though, laying an arm over Alaric!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Alaric manages a shoulder up!
Gould: Keeping the match alive!
Torres: Somehow, miraculously, Alaric is still going in this thing!
Alaric rolls onto his side, then flops onto his stomach, not quite all there upstairs at the moment. Price is on a knee, and reaches behind him, his back clearly in pain now. He gets up and stretches a bit, trying to get the ache to go away. He pulls Alaric to his feet and throws him into a door, which flies open, and Alaric goes rolling across the floor. The two men are out in the main lobby of the arena now, and Price throws Alaric over a table which has some merchandise on it.
Gould: They didn't bring the merchandise?
Torres: I assume we're letting the fans back in the arena? I dunno. Morgan's stupid sometimes.
Price runs and dives over the table as Alaric starts getting up, and both men hit the floor hard. Higgins goes around the table to see if either of them are moving. Both men are flat on their backs, and Price picks a leg up, planting his boot on the floor, bent at the knee. He swings an arm around to bring himself the momentum to roll onto his stomach. He starts getting up after breathing heavy for a few seconds, and Alaric is also beginning to come to. They both get to their feet around the same time, and Price goes for a clothesline, but Alaric is aware enough to duck and get behind Price. When Price swings around, Alaric is able to connect with a Snap Suplex through the merchandise table!
Gould: Right through it!
Torres: Ouch!
Price is flat on his back as is Alaric. Alaric bends at the knees and kicks his legs a bit to get the blood flowing, but he doesn't move. Price is absolutely lifeless. Alaric rolls onto his stomach, laying an arm over Price's lifeless body.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH--PRICE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Gould: Wow! Jason Price wants this win, and he wants it bad!
Torres: He needs it. I don't know that he wants it. But he has got to survive this in order to keep any hopes of getting Joann back.
Price lays back on his back, and Alaric throws a flurry of desperate punches at him, Price slowly picking his arms up to guard himself from the last couple. Alaric slowly gets to his feet and looks down at Price. He presses a foot against the throat of Price, and Price fights with all his might to get Alaric to let up. Alaric finally does after some yelling from Higgins(which really wasn't all that convincing, considering the circumstances of the match). Alaric then pulls Price to his feet and plants him with a DDT right into the table wreckage, breaking half of the table in half. He covers again.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR--Another power out in the last possible moment!
Gould: How did Price kick out?
Torres: How in the hell is he still even alive?
Alaric looks almost confused, and he sits cross legged next to Price, who is struggling to keep himself going. He rests his head on his hands and looks down at Price. "What will it take to get through to you," he asks. He gets to his feet and looks down at Price, who is now rolled onto his stomach and is crawling very slowly, looking or something for support. Alaric follows, step by step, always hovering over Price. He reaches down and grabs Price by the head, and turns him onto his back. Price boots Alaric right in the groin in response, and the Crescent City Saint goes down.
Torres: Come on, that's such a cheap move!
Gould: I don't even think it was intentional. He was just trying to stay alive and not be murdered at the hands of his enemy.
Moser: If one of them doesn't cave soon and just take the loss, that's exactly what's gonna happen.
Price looks to be in the most extreme of pain, and now dons the cimson mask from the DDT into the table wreckage. He wipes his bloody face, then wipes his hand across the floor, leaving a bloody streak. He then starts getting up. He gets to his feet, but drops right back to a knee, and Alaric is also on a knee. Both men are up at the same time, and they collide with simultaneous clotheslines! Both men lie flat again for almost a minute before Alaric starts to stir.
Gould: These guys need to stop. One of them, or both, will end up seriously injured.
Torres: That's almost all of the fun though, man.
Alaric and Price are to their feet, and Price hits Alaric with a very shaky right hand. Alaric falls onto his backside from the shot, and sits there for a moment. Jason runs and boots him right in the jaw, falling onto his own back from the impact. Price is back up in a few seconds though, and leans on a nearby wall, while Alaric stays laying down. Price walks over after regaining a little composure, and attempts a cover.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Alaric with a kickout! Price is on the verge of tears after the failed pin attempt, and he lays into Alaric with a flurry of vicious rights, which Alaric just accepts as fate. After Price finishes, he attempts another pin.
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TWO!
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THR--Alaric with another kickout! Price gets to his feet again, walking around in a rage. He punches the wall, which really does nothing for him, and actually causes him quite a bit of pian. After some possibly broken knuckles(which are now also bloodied), he picks up Alaric and drags him to the nearest glass door, tossing him right through it. Both men hit the floor, Alaric now being outside, on the loading dock. Price gets to his feet rather quickly, after an adrenaline spurt, and he walks over to a door labeled "Equipment" and kicks at it a few times. He finally kicks the knob off, and the door hinges open slightly. Price gets in and comes back out, holding a wooden baseball bat.
Gould: Oh no.
Torres: I've never seen Price like this before. He has...purpose...and it doesn't look good....for anyone.
Price walks to where Alaric is on the loading dock, having just climbed up from the concrete below. Price runs at him and swings for the fences, but Alaric runs forward and ducks. Price stops himself at the edge of the dock, and Alaric comes from behind with a spear to the back, and both men tumble over the edge, right through a second table!
Gould: Oh.
Torres: My.
Moser: God.
The camera peers out over the edge of the loading dock to see two lifeless bodies, and a baseball bat about three feet away from them. Neither of them moves for at least a minute.
Gould: The medical team is on their way, but they can't get there quickly enough.
Moser: Why didn't we have a medical team there anyway?
Torres: Morgan is an idiot. The rules were clear. The crew, the wrestlers, and the ref were all that were allowed.
After what seems like forever of nothing, Price's arm twitches. He crawls ever so slowly along the concrete ground, to the bat. He picks it up, and slowly gets to his feet. He looks down at Alaric, who is now on his back. He picks the bat up and looks at it, then looks down at Alaric again. He looks at the bat one more time and raises it high in the air...
Gould: Don't do this, Jason! You're so much better than that!
Jason is getting ready to swing the bat down on Alaric's head when he is sent flying over the hood of a car that just hit him! He goes over the top onto the back and right onto the concrete behind the car. Rodrigo gets out of the passenger's side, pulling a bloodied and battered Trudeau into the backseat of the car, then hopping into the passenger's seat again. We hear Rodrigo yell "DRIVE!" and the car speeds off, right past Price. The camera continues to focus on the battered body of the Horizon Champion and we fade to black.
Gould: So it's cool that he's here again, i guess. Let's see how long this lasts, eh?
Torres: I give his time in NAW about 5 minutes.
"Cry Little Sister" begins to play, and we get a nice crowd reaction. The fans cheer as Carmesi and Thee Vamp appear on the stage. Carmesi leads Thee Vamp down the ramp, and they stop at the bottom, looking into the ring. Thee Vamp climbs up onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. His music fades and Zero comes right at him, not even waiting for a bell. The bell does ring then, and Thee Vamp dodges the attack. He turns and hits Zero with an elbow that knocks him back into a corner. Vamp boots Zero in the face then, knocking him out of the corner to his knees. He boots him again to lay him out on his back.
Gould: Vicious!
Torres: I like it!
Vamp picks Zero up and whips him into the ropes, Zero comes back, looking for a jumping forearm smash, but misses and Thee Vamp waits. As Zero gets up, Thee Vamp hits him with a huge clothesline, causing him to do a full mid-air backflip and land on his face. Thee Vamp picks him up, connecting with Thee Slam! He covers!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner....THEE VAMP!
Thee Vamp and Carmesi stand in the ring over Zero's lifeless body as the show fades out for it's first quick ad.
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The camera shows Cyclone, Carmesí, Thee vamp and Lluvia talking in a corridor backstage.
Cyclone: Carmesí challenged a Badger to a singles match next week. I’ve decided that I want to change the match. Cyclone and Carmesí will team up to face The Badgers to determine if The Badgers deserve a shot at the NAW Tag Team Championships or not.
Scene fades.
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As the show comes back, we see Bruce Clayton in the ring. Andrew Lombardi is on his way down the ramp, accompanied by Matt Lane. They are both wearing Green Bay Packers football jerseys. Lombardi tosses his to the side and climbs up onto the apron. Lane holds the Wisonsin state flag. From the audience we see Alaric Trudeau! He hits Lane in the back of the head, knocking him to the floor and the flag goes flying! Alaric grabs the flag, snapping it in half over his knee. He takes the half without the flag on it and swings it at Lombardi, who is out of the ring now. It hits Lombardi in the ribs, and he doubles over. Alaric then hits him in the spine with it, knocking him to the floor as well!
Gould: What is this about? He has no business out here
Torres: I think he's out here with purpose though, look at him go!
Alaric gets into the ring and hits Clayton with the pole, then hits him again and again until he's about out of it. He then locks in the French Quarter on Clayton! The fans are booing loudly as Alaric ruins their show. He holds it for a while before finally letting go. He kicks Clayton out of the ring and demands a microphone.
Alaric: Alright, see waht just happened there? That's me, ruining an episode of Meltdown for every single one of you tonight. Why? Because I'm not getting the championship shot that I deserve! I demand a title shot RIGHT NOW! I am the greatest asset that this company has to offer you. And you are letting me slip away without even thinking of what it will cost you. Alex, give me what I wa---
Just then, "Tom Sawyer" hits on the PA System, and the crowd cheers loudly. Alaric has a half smile, but clearly looks irritated at being interrupted. Morgan appears on stage, a microphone in his own hand. He stares down at the ring. He doesn't wear his trademark smile. he doesn't adjust his bowtie. He just stares down at Alaric, clenching his jaw.
Morgan: I have had enough of this, Trudeau. You come out here, and you demand things. You demand things without even doing anything to earn them. You demand things thinking that you should just have them handed to you. You demand things out of common greed. I've had enough of it. So I'm giving you your title shot.
Alaric smiles at the idea of getting what he wants, finally.
Alaric: I knew you'--
Morgan: Shut your mouth.
The crowd is shocked at Morgan's demeanor.
Gould: Wow, guys. We've never seen Alex Morgan in this state before.
Moser: He's tired of Trudeau's antics. I'd be like this too.
Morgan: Here's the deal. You'll get a shot at the Horizon Championship tonight. I'm clearing the rest of the card right now. Grayson and Lane have the night off. After a short break to clear out the audience, you will be facing Jason Price in an empty arena match.
The crowd cheers.
Morgan: The fans will be moved to the Wilkes University football stadium to watch the match on a giant projector screen. You, Jason, and Eddie Higgins will remain inside this very arena, and this will be settled TONIGHT. Best of luck to you.
Morgan wears a very irritated smile as he walks back behind the curtain and the fans begin to file out of the arena slowly.
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When we come back to the show, Jason Price and Alaric Trudeau are in the ring. Eddie Higgins is in the center. Since everyone is gone, it's solely up to Higgins to start the match. He looks back and forth before shouting "GO!"
Alaric Trudeau vs Jason Price
The two men stare each other down, Price looking absolutely furious at Trudeau right now. Gould and Torres do commentate from the outside location, still mic'ed up to the the system, which has also been moved. They lock up, and Price tosses Alaric across the ring. Alaric smiles after rolling out of the ring and standing at the apron. Price runs at him and dives through the ropes, taking Alaric down! He gets to his feet and pulls Alaric up as well, and the two alternate right hands. Alaric gets the upper hand and goes to slam Price's face into a ring post, but Price puts an arm up and stops it. He then elbows Alaric in his face and forces him to back up.
Gould: What physicality!
Torres: What brutality!
Moser: What is going on right now?
Price kicks Alaric in the ribs before planting an elbow into his spine, knocking him down onto a knee. He then slams Alaric's head into the side of the ring apron, and Alaric goes down. Price covers.
ONE!
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Alaric kicks out!
Gould: Remember guys, this match has to end in pinfall or submission, and ANYTHING GOES!
Torres: WHOOOO! I love it!
Price gets up and throws Alaric into the guardrail. Alaric hits it and goes over it, hitting the floor on the other side. Price charges and hops up onto the rail, then hops off and hits Alaric in the side of the head with a forearm smash! He picks Alaric up and tosses him over the guardrail to the foot of the ramp. He climbs over and picks him up, throwing a few rights. Alaric is forced back a few steps, and the two men ascend the ramp. Alaric is able to throw a few of his own and boots Jason in the chest, and Jason goes down, rolling down the ramp. Alaric then proceeds to walk up the ramp on his own, as Jason gets to his feet and follows him up.
Gould: The competitors are up at the stage now... That never ends well.
Torres: For them. It always ends well for the fans.
The two throw rights back and forth on the stage, and Alaric takes Price, throwing him into the light wall below the big screen. Price bounces off, and we see the lights flicker around where Price was just thrown. He picks Price up to a knee and looks down at him. He smirks before throwing a huge right hand that flattens Price. He drops to his knees and covers Price, hooking a leg.
ONE!
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Price gets a shoulder up in the air! Alaric pulls him to his feet by the hair, and drags him behind the curtain. The camera loses them for a few seconds before finding them again in a hall, where Price tosses Alaric into a small PA system that isn't being used. Speakers go down and an amp is knocked onto its side. Price takes Alaric's head and slams it into the amp a few times, causing the side of it to break, and Alaric's head goes into it! Price stands back and looks at the damage caused, the first sign of a smile crossing his own face now.
Gould: Uh...did he just electrocute Alaric?
Torres: Gould, that's not plugged in...
Moser: D'oh!
He pulls Alaric's head out, and we see a small bloody streak down the side of Alaric's face. Price throws him onto the floor, slamming his head into the concrete. Price looks down at Alaric's lifeless body and covers him.
ONE!
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Alaric manages a kickout! Price heaves a sigh and looks around, frustrated. He pulls Alaric up and throws him into the wall, Alaric flying into it and crumpling in the corner. Price picks him up and plants him into the concrete now with a DDT, but hurts himself as well from slamming his back into the floor. He rolls onto his stomach though, laying an arm over Alaric!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Alaric manages a shoulder up!
Gould: Keeping the match alive!
Torres: Somehow, miraculously, Alaric is still going in this thing!
Alaric rolls onto his side, then flops onto his stomach, not quite all there upstairs at the moment. Price is on a knee, and reaches behind him, his back clearly in pain now. He gets up and stretches a bit, trying to get the ache to go away. He pulls Alaric to his feet and throws him into a door, which flies open, and Alaric goes rolling across the floor. The two men are out in the main lobby of the arena now, and Price throws Alaric over a table which has some merchandise on it.
Gould: They didn't bring the merchandise?
Torres: I assume we're letting the fans back in the arena? I dunno. Morgan's stupid sometimes.
Price runs and dives over the table as Alaric starts getting up, and both men hit the floor hard. Higgins goes around the table to see if either of them are moving. Both men are flat on their backs, and Price picks a leg up, planting his boot on the floor, bent at the knee. He swings an arm around to bring himself the momentum to roll onto his stomach. He starts getting up after breathing heavy for a few seconds, and Alaric is also beginning to come to. They both get to their feet around the same time, and Price goes for a clothesline, but Alaric is aware enough to duck and get behind Price. When Price swings around, Alaric is able to connect with a Snap Suplex through the merchandise table!
Gould: Right through it!
Torres: Ouch!
Price is flat on his back as is Alaric. Alaric bends at the knees and kicks his legs a bit to get the blood flowing, but he doesn't move. Price is absolutely lifeless. Alaric rolls onto his stomach, laying an arm over Price's lifeless body.
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH--PRICE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Gould: Wow! Jason Price wants this win, and he wants it bad!
Torres: He needs it. I don't know that he wants it. But he has got to survive this in order to keep any hopes of getting Joann back.
Price lays back on his back, and Alaric throws a flurry of desperate punches at him, Price slowly picking his arms up to guard himself from the last couple. Alaric slowly gets to his feet and looks down at Price. He presses a foot against the throat of Price, and Price fights with all his might to get Alaric to let up. Alaric finally does after some yelling from Higgins(which really wasn't all that convincing, considering the circumstances of the match). Alaric then pulls Price to his feet and plants him with a DDT right into the table wreckage, breaking half of the table in half. He covers again.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR--Another power out in the last possible moment!
Gould: How did Price kick out?
Torres: How in the hell is he still even alive?
Alaric looks almost confused, and he sits cross legged next to Price, who is struggling to keep himself going. He rests his head on his hands and looks down at Price. "What will it take to get through to you," he asks. He gets to his feet and looks down at Price, who is now rolled onto his stomach and is crawling very slowly, looking or something for support. Alaric follows, step by step, always hovering over Price. He reaches down and grabs Price by the head, and turns him onto his back. Price boots Alaric right in the groin in response, and the Crescent City Saint goes down.
Torres: Come on, that's such a cheap move!
Gould: I don't even think it was intentional. He was just trying to stay alive and not be murdered at the hands of his enemy.
Moser: If one of them doesn't cave soon and just take the loss, that's exactly what's gonna happen.
Price looks to be in the most extreme of pain, and now dons the cimson mask from the DDT into the table wreckage. He wipes his bloody face, then wipes his hand across the floor, leaving a bloody streak. He then starts getting up. He gets to his feet, but drops right back to a knee, and Alaric is also on a knee. Both men are up at the same time, and they collide with simultaneous clotheslines! Both men lie flat again for almost a minute before Alaric starts to stir.
Gould: These guys need to stop. One of them, or both, will end up seriously injured.
Torres: That's almost all of the fun though, man.
Alaric and Price are to their feet, and Price hits Alaric with a very shaky right hand. Alaric falls onto his backside from the shot, and sits there for a moment. Jason runs and boots him right in the jaw, falling onto his own back from the impact. Price is back up in a few seconds though, and leans on a nearby wall, while Alaric stays laying down. Price walks over after regaining a little composure, and attempts a cover.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Alaric with a kickout! Price is on the verge of tears after the failed pin attempt, and he lays into Alaric with a flurry of vicious rights, which Alaric just accepts as fate. After Price finishes, he attempts another pin.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR--Alaric with another kickout! Price gets to his feet again, walking around in a rage. He punches the wall, which really does nothing for him, and actually causes him quite a bit of pian. After some possibly broken knuckles(which are now also bloodied), he picks up Alaric and drags him to the nearest glass door, tossing him right through it. Both men hit the floor, Alaric now being outside, on the loading dock. Price gets to his feet rather quickly, after an adrenaline spurt, and he walks over to a door labeled "Equipment" and kicks at it a few times. He finally kicks the knob off, and the door hinges open slightly. Price gets in and comes back out, holding a wooden baseball bat.
Gould: Oh no.
Torres: I've never seen Price like this before. He has...purpose...and it doesn't look good....for anyone.
Price walks to where Alaric is on the loading dock, having just climbed up from the concrete below. Price runs at him and swings for the fences, but Alaric runs forward and ducks. Price stops himself at the edge of the dock, and Alaric comes from behind with a spear to the back, and both men tumble over the edge, right through a second table!
Gould: Oh.
Torres: My.
Moser: God.
The camera peers out over the edge of the loading dock to see two lifeless bodies, and a baseball bat about three feet away from them. Neither of them moves for at least a minute.
Gould: The medical team is on their way, but they can't get there quickly enough.
Moser: Why didn't we have a medical team there anyway?
Torres: Morgan is an idiot. The rules were clear. The crew, the wrestlers, and the ref were all that were allowed.
After what seems like forever of nothing, Price's arm twitches. He crawls ever so slowly along the concrete ground, to the bat. He picks it up, and slowly gets to his feet. He looks down at Alaric, who is now on his back. He picks the bat up and looks at it, then looks down at Alaric again. He looks at the bat one more time and raises it high in the air...
Gould: Don't do this, Jason! You're so much better than that!
Jason is getting ready to swing the bat down on Alaric's head when he is sent flying over the hood of a car that just hit him! He goes over the top onto the back and right onto the concrete behind the car. Rodrigo gets out of the passenger's side, pulling a bloodied and battered Trudeau into the backseat of the car, then hopping into the passenger's seat again. We hear Rodrigo yell "DRIVE!" and the car speeds off, right past Price. The camera continues to focus on the battered body of the Horizon Champion and we fade to black.