Post by Alice White on Jul 30, 2014 21:50:43 GMT -5
The scene fades in as "Now We Run" plays, like your normal Meltdown. It also shows all the same clips, and the music gradually becomes more and more intense. The graphics get more sharp and dark, and eventually the screen goes black, with a "Keystone Karnage" logo. The scene then fades to the arena, where the fans are on their feet. The cameras pan around the arena as several fans hold up several signs for the night. We cut right to the commentary table.
Gould: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Keystone Karnage! We have one hell of a card for you tonight, including our main event, for the Horizon Championship!
Torres: Damn right! And officiating that match, to make sure the rightful winner does indeed win, we have none other than the champ himself, Gunner Hughes.
Moser: We also have several new signings who are set to appear, includi--
Just then the screen flickers back alive and we cut to the back, where we see a drunk man walking around with a crowd of people following him. He shouts, and takes a huge swig of his drink before throwing it at a nearby wall. A staff member runs to him.
Staff: KEG! We need you to tone it down a little bit. We can't have you causing too much damage.
KEG: You just... sh--shuut up ya little pipsqueak bastard....
KEG almost falls over himself yelling at the young staff member. The staff member walks away awkwardly, and we cut back to the commentators.
Torres: Well that was...interesting....
Gould: Yeah, and he's our party host tonight, so we'll be seeing more of him as the night goes on.
Torres: You're kidding...
Moser: Nope, that's like...a thing.
Torres heaves a sigh.
Torres: Well, on to other things.... We were supposed to see Brian Black, the Personification of Domination in action tonight, but he wasn't able to make it in tonight. So, moving on, we'll be seeing the Lost Family take on the team of Defecto and Mike Cheese.
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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: Ladies and gentlemen I regret to announce that this show is subject to change because Defecto and Mike Cheese decided to no show this event meaning that we win by forfeit. However that’s not good enough for us so we found two men who want opportunity to impress so come on down to the ring Jimmy Ferguson and Marty Domingo.
Jimmy Ferguson and Marty Domingo walk out from behind the curtains and walk to the ring. When they get to the ring they slide under the bottom rope, stand up and look at Carmesí and Thee Vamp. Ref ring the bell.
Lost Family vs Jimmy Ferguson and Marty Domingo
Gould: It appears that we’ve got a replacement match.
Torres: They don’t have the right to change shows to suit themselves.
As the bell rings Thee vamp and Todd leave the ring. Carmesí runs to Jimmy who goes for a close line but Carmesí ducks it, runs to Todd and drop kicks him knocking him off of the ring apron. Carmesí then stands up runs to Jimmy who goes for another close line but Carmesí ducks it, stops running and turns around. He quickly locks in a Crim Lock and Jimmy taps out. "Cry Little Sister" begins to play.
Gould: They might not have had the right to change the card but they did it and the match ended very quickly because of it.
Torres: I hope that Alex Morgan does something about this.
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The Lost family exit up the ramp as we cut to the back where we see KEG leading a group of drunk partiers around.
KEG: Hey! You guys wanna see something...cool?
The group all shout "YEAH!" and he reaches down into the bag that he's been lugging around, and inside it is the MWE World Heavyweight Championship. He swings his arms up with it and almost falls over from the force of the upswing. The group all cheer loudly.
KEG: This is my souvenir from that....shit.....I forget what I was talking about.... But yeah! LONG LIVE MWE!!! This NAW trash is....trash....
KEG gets an MWE chant started, and we see Teddy Justice walking along the hall, clearly on his way to the ring, several men surrounding him. KEG sees him and turns the MWE chant into a USA chant, and Teddy joins in for a few seconds before one of his guys whispers something to him. His demeanor becomes serious again, and he heads toward the curtain.
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A video begins to play and a distorted image of a figure is seen. After a few seconds a deep voice begins to narrate the feed.
North American Wrestling – a new era draws near! For too long you have all had the comfort of easy competition in your organization but now those days are coming to an end! A powerful force is making its way to the NAW roster to wreak havoc…and this force will not stop until it has consumed you all! There is nothing you can do to stop it! Nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! And nobody who can save you! You have all been warned!
A maniacal laughter comes from the feed and it rings out for a few seconds but then suddenly the feed stops and the lights turn red, white, & blue. The famous presidential march theme, “Hail To The Chief” played courtesy of the US Marine Band, then begins to play and out walks a clean cut young man dressed in a suit and tie, a huge smile on his face and waving to the fans as he walk to the ring. Four more men, also dressed in black suits and ties along with dark sunglasses follow the man to the ring and after he climbs inside they surround the ring and appear to be guarding all four sides. The music stops and the man takes the mic from the announcer before walking out to the middle of the ring to introduce himself.
TJ – Hello good people of the NAW…my name is Theodore James Justice, but you all can call me TJ Justice. What you just seen on the big screen up there is today’s impression of your average run-of- the-mill wrestling newcomer announcing his debut on the super show of your average run-of-the-mill wrestling promotion. Not too shabby, it does send a strong message if that’s what you’re trying to do, but after hearing that impression I ask you ladies and gentlemen…aren’t you tired of the same old run-of-the-mill mouthy newcomer walking into your wrestling promotion and making ridiculous and disrespectful claims such as these?
TJ looks around and nods as he imagines that everybody in the crowd probably agrees with him 100%.
TJ - Of course you are, because the North American Wrestling Organization is not your run-of-the-mill wrestling promotion. I look around this arena here tonight and I see the faces of men and women who deserve to be entertained, and if you choose me to represent you in that fight I can guarantee you ladies and gentleman that I will deliver all of the entertainment each and every one of you could ever dream of!
TJ hesitates for a second as the fans start to rumble with varied feedback. Although, TJ imagines that they’re almost certainly all cheering for him so he raises an arm in the air and accepts his praise.
TJ – Oh that’s right good people, you not only deserve to be entertained by the pure athleticism and championship level wrestling that I can provide, but you also deserve righteousness in that entertainment. That’s right, you heard me correctly…I said righteousness. Let that word sink in to your heads for a moment if you will.
TJ looks around into the stands and imagines that everybody in the arena is definitely right on board with him by now. His confidence starts to grow as he begins to feed off of his imagined instant fame and then he starts to sound almost like a preacher as he begins pointing towards the backstage area where the wrestlers of the NAW are currently at.
TJ – Righteousness is a powerful word ladies and gentlemen but sometimes it can also be an ugly one too…especially when you look at the undesirables that plague the NAW right now and drag down its image. Undesirables that you good people may not even realize exist right underneath your noses! Take some of the remaining wrestlers that you still have scheduled here tonight for example. Defecto? I’m sorry if I sound like I’m profiling but anybody with the name “Defecto” doesn’t sound like somebody who I would trust with my company’s good fortune. And Mike Cheese? Do you know what eating cheese does to your body over time? What kind of family was unfortunate enough to be named after a type of food that kills people? A family who was being punished for wrong-doings is what I think! I’m not trying to nitpick or create false images of these guys here people…I personally have never even met them, but do you honestly want to trust the well-being of your wrestling promotion with possibilities such as these? Of course you don’t, like I told you, you all deserve better than that and Theodore Justice can give you better! Theodore Justice WILL give you better, because I can already tell that each and every one of you will make the smart choice when the time comes!
Again TJ looks around and translates the fans varied reaction and comes to the conclusion that he has them hook, line, and sinker. One of his security guys standing on the outside of the ring then flashes him a “time’s up” signal so TJ prepares to finish and leave the crowd wanting for more as he starts to wrap up his speech.
TJ – Good people…in the weeks to come I will present to you a plan that will create a better NAW for each and every one of you. My plan will make every match in the NAW more exciting, every champion in the NAW more admirable, and every wrestler on the NAW roster more mindful now that they know that Theodore James Justice has arrived. So when the time comes for you to make your choice ladies and gentlemen…I know that you will all make the right decision. Because as everybody in the NAW will all come to find out real soon…
TJ points straight into the crowd with a determined expression on his face as he finishes.
TJ - I…AM…JUSTICE!
Again “Hail to the Chief” plays and TJ gives the microphone back to the announcer. He then exits the ring and returns to the backstage, shaking hands with the fans sitting at ringside on his way while his security detail follows behind him.
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"On, Wisconsin" plays, and we see Matt Lane, Olivia, and Andrew Lombardi appear on the stage. They stand proudly, Olivia and Lombardi saluting the flag that Matt Lane holds high and waves proudly. They continue to do this for several seconds to a booing crowd, until the music fades out. Lombardi then shows that he is holding a microphone, and this makes the fans very unhappy. He smirks and starts speaking.
Lombardi: It's nice to see that people can be so gracious outside of our beautiful home of Wisconsin.
The fans continue to boo loudly, and Lombardi shakes his head.
Lombardi: You see, tonight, after I beat Jack Lockhart one on one, we will have a little chat about respect, which is something that you waste no time learning about in Green Bay. The city is the greatest city in the world, and is the home to the greatest athletic organization in the world. We have it all in Green Bay, and all three of us are incredibly proud to be Green Bay natives. Maybe we'll adopt you into our little clan if you're lucky.
Lombardi drops the microphone and starts marching toward the ring, followed closely by Lane and Olivia. On his way down though, we see Angel and Jack Lockhart. Jack runs down and hits Lombardi from behind! Lane goes to swing the flag at Jack instinctively, but Jack grabs the pole, shoving it back into Lane, sending him backward into Olivia, and both of them then go down! He grabs Lombardi and tosses him into the ring post before rolling him into the ring. The bell rings immediately.
Jack Lockhart vs Andrew Lombardi
Lockhart grabs Lombardi and whips him into the ropes. Lombardi comes back and ducks a boot. Lombardi bounces off the ropes and hits Jack with a Clothesline! Lombardi picks Jack up and hits him with a right hand. He hits with another right and swings for a third, but Jack grabs his fist. He twists Lombardi's wrist and turns it into an armbar hold, then pulls, sending Lombardi to the mat. Lombardi holds his right arm in pain and Jack stomps on the injured shoulder a couple times to make sure he's good.
Gould: Wow, this is just...wow.
Torres: This is absolute domination by one man in this match, and I'm loving it. Jack Lockhart is showing everybody that he's the alpha male. It's fantastic.
Lockhart rolls Lombardi onto his back and covers.
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T--Lombardi kicks out! Jack gets to his feet and picks Lombardi up. He looks around before a Scoop Slam, followed by a Leg Drop. He covers again.
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TWO--Lombardi kicks out exactly at the two count mark!
Gould: Andrew Lombardi here, not going to be made a complete fool of.
Torres: I don't know why he tries. The man should keep his dignity and lose this match with pride. The better competitor is winning. That simple.
Lockhart picks up Lombardi and whips him into the corner. He walks over slowly, grabbing Lombardi and holding him against the turnbuckle with one arm. He holds his other arm up and a few fans cheer as he swings down and chops at the chest of Lombardi. He does it again and continues to do it, doing it eight times before pulling Lombardi to the center of the ring and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He covers again!
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Lombardi gets a shoulder up!
Moser: Wow! Andrew Lombardi can't get ahead, but he's got absolutely no quit in him.
Lockhart picks him up and connects with the Earth Shatter powerbomb! He covers again!
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Higgins stopped counting because Matt Lane had hopped up on the ring apron and gotten into the ring. Higgins argues with Lane, holding him back so he can't assist Lombardi. Lombardi slowly crawls toward Olivia, and the two exchange something. Lockhart is busy though, as he tosses Lane out of the ring with ease. When he turns around, he is met with a right from Lombardi that just lays him out. Lane goes to Olivia's side as Lombardi covers.
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Lockhart kicks out! Lombardi hops to his feet in a rage, tossing what appears to be a roll of quarters out of the ring, but Higgins doesn't catch it as he is checking to see if Lockhart is good to go.
Gould: He cheated!
Torres: Wrong. He was resourceful. Everyone knows it's only cheating if you get caught.
Lombardi runs over to Lockhart and throws a boot, keeping him flat on the mat, and looks around at the booing fans. He climbs up to the top rope slowly.
Moser: What's he doing? This man weighs over 250 pounds, he has no business going up to the top rope!
Lombardi waits in crouch mode, and as Lockhart gets up, he hits Lombardi just at the right time with an uppercut, causing Lombardi's high risk move to be a bomb. Lombardi lays out on the mat, holding his jaw in pain. Lockhart gets to his feet and pulls him up, connecting with the Earth Shatter again, this time picking up the three count victory!
"Warriors of the World" plays and Lockhart holds his arm high in victory as Angel comes into the ring to congratulate him as we cut to the back.
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As “Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system Cyclone and Lluvia both walk out holding umbrellas. They both walk to the ring and when they get to it they both put their umbrellas on the ground and then run around the ring slapping hands with fans. They then turn around and slide into the ring and sit in the centre of it. The lights then go back on and Cyclone stands up, he then walks over to the side of the ring and is handed a microphone.
Cyclone: You’ve all seen the tweets that we sent saying card subject to change. This isn’t about the fact that I’m not booked in a match on this show. This is about Alex Morgan not wanting me to have a match on this show. You see on the last Meltdown I asked him what the next obstacle was for me and The Lost Family to overcome. He answered by not having an answer. So instead I’m going to give him an obstacle to overcome. Alex Morgan I’ve heard that behind the scene staff is very concerned about how you run NAW and the way that you still talk about Mr Bloom that they felt that they had no choice but to sign a General Manager to help you run NAW shows. So they hired me feeling that my three million dollars would help secure NAW’s future Ha ha hahahahahahaha.
Cyclone leaves the ring as the scene fades.
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When we come back from a teaser involving Hall of Fame, the next Supershow, we hear "Hero" by Skillet play over the system. The fans all cheer loudly as Grayson King appears on the stage, ready for anything. He wears an intimidating scowl as he looks around at the cheering fans, making his way to the ring slowly.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from The Star City.....Grayson King!
Grayson slides into the ring and looks around as his music fades out. After several seconds of silence, we see the screen fade to static. The fans are all baffled until the big screens flicker alive and static free now, and we see Trent's face on the screen.
Trent: Heeeeyyyyy. So, I know we had a match tonight Grayson, but I got to thinking. You see, the way I see it, why bother having our match tonight?
Grayson doesn't look impressed in the slightest.
Trent: You know, I did win the match last time we were in a match together, so I already proved myself against you. Why bother with another match, when we all know exactly how that is gonna end?
Trent has a very convinced look that he's right on his face, and Grayson just shakes his head, yelling for Trent to come to the ring.
Trent: So I'm protesting this little...rendezvous tonight, because...well...I've already got a W in my column against you, I don't need to prove a damn thing to you, or to Alex Morgan, or to the world. So, ya know...goodnight.
He laughs as the screen fades to black, and Grayson looks entirely disgusted with this. He looks around the arena, and the crowd is booing. Suddenly we hear music that nobody in the arena recognizes. After a few seconds, a well dressed man, hispanic and looking to be in his late 40's or early 50's, appears on the stage. He smiles and holds up a microphone.
Guy: Hello Grayson, and hello to the NAW. My name is Hector Jiminez. I am a businessman from Mexico, and as a businessman, I came to Alex Morgan with a proposition. To allow the tag team that I manage, Los Toros, to have a match. With this "protest" of Trent Brown's, which I wholeheartedly disagree with, I figure now would be the best possible time to introduce Grayson's opponent for the evening. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to El Toro Blanco!
The lights fade out and the music comes back. After several seconds of it, we see a man dressed in white Lucha apparel, with a Mexican flag theme to it all. He hops up and down on the stage standing right next to Jiminez.
Gould: Alright, we have two small guys in what could be a fantastic highflying match...
Jiminez: And his partner, El Toro Negro!
Another one appears then, and we see what's going on.
Torres: Great! I love Handicap matches!
Los Toros run to the ring after Blanco sheds the long coat that he is wearing, and they stop after sliding into the ring. Higgins gets word from a staff member, and nods, then relays the message to Rebecca.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Handicap Showcase! Los Toros will be allowed into the ring simultaneously, and they will be facing off against Grayson King!
Grayson doesn't look bothered at all as the music stops and the bell rings. Jiminez remains on the stage to watch the match.
Grayson King vs Los Toros
The bell rings, and the team begin to move around quickly, trying to throw Grayson off guard. He ducks a kick from one of them, then parries a few striking attempts from the other. Blanco bounces off the ropes and looks for a Diving Clothesline, but Grayson is able to duck under that, and manages a roundhouse kick to hit Negro, knocking him off his feet. Blanco comes back and is met with a Clothesline from Grayson, also taking him down.
Gould: Great work from Grayson here, managing to hold his own.
The two get up and bounce off the same rope at the same time, coming back, and Grayson charges at them, hitting them with a Double Clothesline and sending both of them out of the ring. He runs to the opposite rope, bounces off, and dives over the top rope, taking out both of them with a Swan Dive to the outside! He slides back into the ring and walks around it, keeping his eyes on the luchadors on the outside. They come back into the ring, Blanco first. Grayson connects with a Lungblower on him, and Negro hops onto the apron. He bounces from the top rope, looking for a Springboard forearm, but Grayson meets him with an Arm Drag, throwing off the attack. Negro comes back and is met with a Lungblower also, both members of Los Toros on their backs. Grayson lines them up perfectly, then goes to the corner. The crowd cheers loudly as he comes off, perfectly exectuing the Prince's Crown onto both of them, and the fans cheer as Higgins counts.
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"Hero" plays and Grayson gets to his feet. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and holds his arms high, and he sees a few guys running down the stairs in the the crowd. They slide into the ring, and it's revealed to be Trent Brown's cousins. Grayson manages to hold his own until Trent himself slides into the ring. He sneaks in behind Grayson and manages to hit him in the kidney with a lead pipe. Just when the attack is about to get on its way though, the Lost Family are seen running down the ramp, Cyclone standing at the ramp, where Hector was. Los Toros are long gone by now, and an all out brawl commences in the ring until Trent and company retreat and head back out of the arena through the crowd.
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When we come back from a quick teaser for UWL's Slamboree, we see Alex Morgan standing in the ring with a microphone.
Morgan: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match will be the main event, and it will see Alaric Trudeau taking on Jason Price in a Last Man Standing match for the Horizon Championship. But in the spirit of Keystone Karnage, and what it means, which will be revealed in the near future, we will be making one quick announcement.
The crowd waits.
Morgan: The Horizon Championship will be used as a ticket, so to speak, at Hall of Fame. If the winner of tonight's match, Jason or Alaric, wants to face Gunner for the NAW Championship in August, he will have to hand in the Horizon Championship to me, where it will remain deactivated for the time being.
The crowd doesn't seem too excited for another belt deactivation, but Morgan just nods.
Morgan: Now, if you would all please welcome tonight's very special guest referee for the match, Gunner Hughes!
The fans cheer as Gunner appears to Bloodsimple's "Dead Man Walking". He dons the stripes of the official as he slides into the ring. He stands in the middle and shakes hands with Morgan, who then leaves.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, first, Alaric Trudeau!
The lights darken. As the song intro begins, torches light from either side of the entrance way brighten the curtain. Alaric Trudeau's face is illuminated and the look of evil content frightens the audience. Alaric casually strolls through the curtain and down the aisle. He stops midway through to gaze upon the crowd. His piercing eyes stares into the souls of the crowd, stealing just an ounce of their happiness. Alaric turns, with his back to the ring and raising his arms from his sides. The lights slowly brighten. Alaric continues his path to the ring. He walks up the stairs and enters the ring.
Rebecca: And teh horizon champion....Jason price!
Price is seen on the stage and walks down the ramp slowly. He stops about halfway, staring down Alaric furiously. He runs the rest of the way down and slides into the ring. he hands off the Horizon Championship and continues staring down his opponent.
Jason Price vs Alaric Trudeau
Gunner looks to both men and rings the bell, and for the first time in several weeks, Alaric looks like he wants to win. He comes at Price full speed, and Price takes a huge swing. Trudeau ducks, and comes back, looking for a Clothesline of his own, but Price also ducks, and when Trudeau gets to the opposite ropes, he stops himself and stares at Price, who stares right back at him.
Gould: Look at the intensity in this ring already guys, and this match has been on for all of thirty seconds.
Torres: Are you kidding me, Gould? This match has been on for almost a month. It's just never stopped.
They move in to the center of the ring slowly, and lock up. Price locks in a facelock instantly and holds it incredibly tight. Trudeau swings his arms around a bit, trying to get Price to ease up, and Price plants him with a DDT. Price hurries to his feet, and for the first time in the match, Alaric is flat on his back. Gunner nods and starts counting.
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2--Alaric is to a vertical base for the two is actually finished. He smirks and shakes his head, and Price comes at him, hitting him with a Clothesline that causes the Crescent City Saint to do a full backflip in the air, and Alaric is down again.
Gould: Ouch. Price is really giving Alaric everything he's got now, isn't he?
Torres: It took him long enough, Gould. Alaric has only been ruining his life for like five weeks.
Price pulls Alaric up and whips him into the corner. He meets the returning Cajun with a Dropkick, and the fans pop a little bit when Alaric shows signs of pain. Price hurries to his knees and just starts wailing on Alaric, giving him right after right after right to the face, and all that Alaric can do is hold his hands up and try to scream protests. Gunner moves toward the two, then stops and watches as Price puts on the violent display of right hands to the face of his opponent. Price gets to his feet after several seconds and yells "COUNT!"
Gunner looks at him for a second, not liking being bossed by Price like that, but starts the count anyway.
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3...--Alaric is back up again within a three count. Price comes at him one more time, but this time Alaric swiftly rolls out of the ring and stands on the outside, eyeing up Price, who is pacing back and forth, yelling for him to get back into the ring. Trudeau smiles and shakes his head, collecting himself for a moment.
Gould: Come on, Trudeau, quit stalling and get back in the ring!
Torres: it's called strategy. He's thinking up a gameplan.
Moser: No, he's definitely stalling.
Trudeau walks around the perimeter of the ring once, moving from the commentary side and stops around the next side over. He looks around the ring again and starts appearing to be in fairly deep thought. From there, he backs away toward the guard rail and puts his hands on his knees. Price gets impatient and slides out of the ring, giving Trudeau an opportunity to take a lap around the ring and slide back in. He bounces off the ropes, and when Price slides in and is to his feet, Trudeau meets him with a diving Crossbody, which causes Trudeau to roll out of the ring again, holding his arms high in the air and taking a bow for the booing fans.
Gould: Look at this showboat.
Torres: Yeah, a guy is happy that he's got something going here, it's such a shame, isn't it?
Trudeau slides into the ring and stays on his hands and knees as Price rolls onto his own. As Price starts to get up, Trudeau sneaks in with an uppercut that nearly takes the head off the Horizon Champ. Price is down and appears to be out, and Trudeau walks around inside the ring, the blood flowing now.
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4..--Price gets to his feet and leans on the ropes. Trudeau comes at him, and Price dumps him over the top to the outside.
Gould: What a great way to keep himself on his feet!
Torres: I don't even think it was on purpose.
Alaric rolls around for a second on the outside before lying on his back.
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He gets back up slowly, but surely, and stands on the outside, using the ring apron for support. He leans on it and Price runs to the other ropes, coming back and looking for a baseball slide, but Trudeau is able to move out of the way without going down, and Price slides all the way out of the ring. He lands on his hands and knees, and Trudeau comes over and boots him in the head! Price lays flat and Trudeau stands over him, almost proudly.
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Price is using the guardrail to pull himself up, and Trudeau pulls him the rest of the way up from behind. Trudeau connects with a German Suplex, and both men lie on the floor now.
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Trudeau is pulling himself to his feet now, Price is still pretty woozy, rolling around and trying to get something to support himself with.
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Trudeau looks down as Price starts getting to his feet. As Price does manage a vertical base, Trudeau pulls him all the way to his feet and slams his head into the ring apron. Price holds himself up with the help of the apron, and Trudeau slaps him once. He looks to again, but Price catches the hand shoves Trudeau backward, and connects with a Superkick!
Gould: I don't think we've ever seen the Jason Price superkick in the past!
Torres: Indeed we haven't Gould. What a way to keep himself afloat and buy himself what little time he has left.
Price leans on the apron, refusing to leave his feet. He watches as Trudeau rolls onto his stomach and puts his arms up, as if to push himself off the floor.
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Trudeau rolls onto his back, holding the jaw that was just booted in, pounding one boot on the floor in pain.
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Price slides into the ring, a huge smile on his face for almost a second, as he sees the light at the end of the tunnel. The match is over...
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Trudeau is to his feet and the count ends. Price's face shows nothing but anguish now as he looks around at the fans, who don't know what to think. Trudeau, through all the pain that he is clearly in, can do nothing but smile at the look of absolute horror on the face of Jason Price. Trudeau leans on the guardrail, and fans all clap him on the shoulders and chest. He just glares into the ring, that wicked smile of his clear as day, a little bit of blood dripping from his mouth.
Gould: Trudeau is an absolute mess after the kick, but I think Price is a bigger mess, and the whole thing is psychological.
Torres: Damn right it is. Trudeau is a god when it comes to getting into the head of Jason Price. I don't think I've seen someone so at home in the brain of someone else. He's had it all to himself for weeks, too.
Price yells for Trudeau to get into the ring, and Trudeau just continues to smile. The fans start to get tired of Trudeau's stalling, and he starts walking around the outside of the ring. He makes his way for the ramp. Gunner and Jason look almost nervously at each other as Alaric heads up the ramp and turns a corner past the curtain. Price is quick to follow, and Gunner is reluctant but also follows. The two head up the ramp and Price starts trotting, which turns into a run. He gets to the curtain and is met with a knee to the ribs from Alaric. Alaric then throws him into a corridor wall, then a huge door, leaving a giant dent in the door. Gunner sees Price on the floor and Alaric smiles to Gunner.
Gould: Ugh, walked right into an ambush from Alaric.
Torres: I mean, I don't know why he didn't see that coming. You don't always have to follow your gut. Unless there is a delicious burger that is leading you there.
Gunner counts.
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Alaric leans on the wall, arms crossed, smile on his face.
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Alaric walks around a little, celebrating in his own little world.
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The count stops dead. Alaric turns around and sees Price, fuming, standing face to face with him. Alaric starts to head away when he is slammed into the wall of the corridor. His head is slammed into it three times before Price throws him to the floor. He doesn't stop though. Price is relentless as he picks Alaric up, throwing him into the same door, bending the whole thing so that it starts to fall open because it's so bent out of frame. Price throws Alaric into it again, and the door flies open. Alaric flops on a bit to a railing that stops him. He lies flat on his face though, and Price drops to a knee for a second before getting back up, still fuming.
Gould: Wow. What a vicious assault that was.
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Alaric picks his head up, shaking the cobwebs.
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Alaric is using the railing for support, slowly pulling himself up. As he gets to his feet, Price throws him over the railing to the huge drop below from behind, but Alaric is able to roll forward with it and hold onto the metal railing. He keeps a grip and shouts as his arms lock, but he manages to hold on. He hangs for a moment, and Price grabs his hands.
Gould: Sound strategy here. He's just gonna let Alaric's hands get all sweaty by keeping them held, then he'll slip down.
He holds Alaric's hands for a few more seconds before Alaric uses his athleticism to swing forward, wrapping his ankles around Price's neck, and both men fall through a table at the bottom of the drop. Both men are absolutely flat, and Gunner takes a few seconds to come down the stairs right next to it. A crowd of people are seen, including KEG!
Gould; Wait a second...did they just...
Torres: Talk about crashing the party! There's our host tonight!
KEG is heard yelling some slurred curse words, and almost falls over backward as Price and Alaric throw rights at each other, both men still on the ground. Gunner watches on in awe as the two men continue to fight, Price finally slamming Alaric's head off the floor and getting up.
He nods at Gunner to count as Alaric grabs his face in pain.
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Alaric rolls onto his back, and Price picks him up, interrupting the count. He lifts him up in the Fireman's Carry position, and Alaric swings his legs, forcing Price to put him down and he plants Price with a DDT into the table wreckage! KEG falls over trying to move out of the way, spilling a gigantic glass of beer in the process.
Torres: That is the biggest beer I've ever seen. It has to at least hold a gallon.
Moser: Absolutely ridiculous. And we signed this guy recently?
Gould: Indeed we did. I'm putting a request in for Morgan to force a rehab stint on him.
Alaric picks Price up, and Price has his wits about him right away. He knees Alaric in the ribs and connects with a Piledriver! Both men are flat on their backs, and Gunner doesn't even look like he wants to count! He looks around, trying to call for some medics to get there, but does begin a count while waiting.
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Alaric rolls onto his stomach, Price starts crawling toward KEG, who is shooing him away, still trying to stay on his own two feet.
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Gunner slows the count a little until one of the men gets to his feet.
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Price is up, followed immediately by Trudeau. Trudeau leans on a wall, breathing heavier than ever, and Price stumbles toward him. Trudeau meets him with a running Bushidu Knee! Alaric uses Price to support himself getting back to his feet, and he takes a falls right into a wall, but manages to keep himself on his feet, his back pressed against it.
Gould: Wow! What a move!
Torres: Love him or hate him, Trudeau is such a tremendous performer here, and is absolutely fantastic!
Gunner looks down at Price and reluctantly begins the count.
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Alaric keeps stumbling off to either side, taking extra effort to stay on his feet.
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Price stirs, but can't quite find out how to move.
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Alaric almost falls onto his knees, but steps forward as Gunner keeps going.
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As the ten count goes, Alaric now knows that he can drop, and he does just that. He looks at Gunner in a kneeling position as a few staff members march toward the scene with the Horizon Championship in hand. As soon as Alaric becomes fully aware of the situation, he grabs the belt arrogantly, putting the strap over his shoulder. He adjusts it just right as Gunner and him stare each other down.
Gould: Look at the intensity between these two.
Torres: It almost looks as if Gunner had some sort of monetary stake in the match, and things didn't go his ways. Shenanigans?
Moser: Nope, no shenanigans here, just a man getting a good look at his next huge moment here in NAW.
Gould: Indeed. Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen!
The two continue their staredown as the scene fades out.
Gould: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Keystone Karnage! We have one hell of a card for you tonight, including our main event, for the Horizon Championship!
Torres: Damn right! And officiating that match, to make sure the rightful winner does indeed win, we have none other than the champ himself, Gunner Hughes.
Moser: We also have several new signings who are set to appear, includi--
Just then the screen flickers back alive and we cut to the back, where we see a drunk man walking around with a crowd of people following him. He shouts, and takes a huge swig of his drink before throwing it at a nearby wall. A staff member runs to him.
Staff: KEG! We need you to tone it down a little bit. We can't have you causing too much damage.
KEG: You just... sh--shuut up ya little pipsqueak bastard....
KEG almost falls over himself yelling at the young staff member. The staff member walks away awkwardly, and we cut back to the commentators.
Torres: Well that was...interesting....
Gould: Yeah, and he's our party host tonight, so we'll be seeing more of him as the night goes on.
Torres: You're kidding...
Moser: Nope, that's like...a thing.
Torres heaves a sigh.
Torres: Well, on to other things.... We were supposed to see Brian Black, the Personification of Domination in action tonight, but he wasn't able to make it in tonight. So, moving on, we'll be seeing the Lost Family take on the team of Defecto and Mike Cheese.
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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: Ladies and gentlemen I regret to announce that this show is subject to change because Defecto and Mike Cheese decided to no show this event meaning that we win by forfeit. However that’s not good enough for us so we found two men who want opportunity to impress so come on down to the ring Jimmy Ferguson and Marty Domingo.
Jimmy Ferguson and Marty Domingo walk out from behind the curtains and walk to the ring. When they get to the ring they slide under the bottom rope, stand up and look at Carmesí and Thee Vamp. Ref ring the bell.
Lost Family vs Jimmy Ferguson and Marty Domingo
Gould: It appears that we’ve got a replacement match.
Torres: They don’t have the right to change shows to suit themselves.
As the bell rings Thee vamp and Todd leave the ring. Carmesí runs to Jimmy who goes for a close line but Carmesí ducks it, runs to Todd and drop kicks him knocking him off of the ring apron. Carmesí then stands up runs to Jimmy who goes for another close line but Carmesí ducks it, stops running and turns around. He quickly locks in a Crim Lock and Jimmy taps out. "Cry Little Sister" begins to play.
Gould: They might not have had the right to change the card but they did it and the match ended very quickly because of it.
Torres: I hope that Alex Morgan does something about this.
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The Lost family exit up the ramp as we cut to the back where we see KEG leading a group of drunk partiers around.
KEG: Hey! You guys wanna see something...cool?
The group all shout "YEAH!" and he reaches down into the bag that he's been lugging around, and inside it is the MWE World Heavyweight Championship. He swings his arms up with it and almost falls over from the force of the upswing. The group all cheer loudly.
KEG: This is my souvenir from that....shit.....I forget what I was talking about.... But yeah! LONG LIVE MWE!!! This NAW trash is....trash....
KEG gets an MWE chant started, and we see Teddy Justice walking along the hall, clearly on his way to the ring, several men surrounding him. KEG sees him and turns the MWE chant into a USA chant, and Teddy joins in for a few seconds before one of his guys whispers something to him. His demeanor becomes serious again, and he heads toward the curtain.
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A video begins to play and a distorted image of a figure is seen. After a few seconds a deep voice begins to narrate the feed.
North American Wrestling – a new era draws near! For too long you have all had the comfort of easy competition in your organization but now those days are coming to an end! A powerful force is making its way to the NAW roster to wreak havoc…and this force will not stop until it has consumed you all! There is nothing you can do to stop it! Nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! And nobody who can save you! You have all been warned!
A maniacal laughter comes from the feed and it rings out for a few seconds but then suddenly the feed stops and the lights turn red, white, & blue. The famous presidential march theme, “Hail To The Chief” played courtesy of the US Marine Band, then begins to play and out walks a clean cut young man dressed in a suit and tie, a huge smile on his face and waving to the fans as he walk to the ring. Four more men, also dressed in black suits and ties along with dark sunglasses follow the man to the ring and after he climbs inside they surround the ring and appear to be guarding all four sides. The music stops and the man takes the mic from the announcer before walking out to the middle of the ring to introduce himself.
TJ – Hello good people of the NAW…my name is Theodore James Justice, but you all can call me TJ Justice. What you just seen on the big screen up there is today’s impression of your average run-of- the-mill wrestling newcomer announcing his debut on the super show of your average run-of-the-mill wrestling promotion. Not too shabby, it does send a strong message if that’s what you’re trying to do, but after hearing that impression I ask you ladies and gentlemen…aren’t you tired of the same old run-of-the-mill mouthy newcomer walking into your wrestling promotion and making ridiculous and disrespectful claims such as these?
TJ looks around and nods as he imagines that everybody in the crowd probably agrees with him 100%.
TJ - Of course you are, because the North American Wrestling Organization is not your run-of-the-mill wrestling promotion. I look around this arena here tonight and I see the faces of men and women who deserve to be entertained, and if you choose me to represent you in that fight I can guarantee you ladies and gentleman that I will deliver all of the entertainment each and every one of you could ever dream of!
TJ hesitates for a second as the fans start to rumble with varied feedback. Although, TJ imagines that they’re almost certainly all cheering for him so he raises an arm in the air and accepts his praise.
TJ – Oh that’s right good people, you not only deserve to be entertained by the pure athleticism and championship level wrestling that I can provide, but you also deserve righteousness in that entertainment. That’s right, you heard me correctly…I said righteousness. Let that word sink in to your heads for a moment if you will.
TJ looks around into the stands and imagines that everybody in the arena is definitely right on board with him by now. His confidence starts to grow as he begins to feed off of his imagined instant fame and then he starts to sound almost like a preacher as he begins pointing towards the backstage area where the wrestlers of the NAW are currently at.
TJ – Righteousness is a powerful word ladies and gentlemen but sometimes it can also be an ugly one too…especially when you look at the undesirables that plague the NAW right now and drag down its image. Undesirables that you good people may not even realize exist right underneath your noses! Take some of the remaining wrestlers that you still have scheduled here tonight for example. Defecto? I’m sorry if I sound like I’m profiling but anybody with the name “Defecto” doesn’t sound like somebody who I would trust with my company’s good fortune. And Mike Cheese? Do you know what eating cheese does to your body over time? What kind of family was unfortunate enough to be named after a type of food that kills people? A family who was being punished for wrong-doings is what I think! I’m not trying to nitpick or create false images of these guys here people…I personally have never even met them, but do you honestly want to trust the well-being of your wrestling promotion with possibilities such as these? Of course you don’t, like I told you, you all deserve better than that and Theodore Justice can give you better! Theodore Justice WILL give you better, because I can already tell that each and every one of you will make the smart choice when the time comes!
Again TJ looks around and translates the fans varied reaction and comes to the conclusion that he has them hook, line, and sinker. One of his security guys standing on the outside of the ring then flashes him a “time’s up” signal so TJ prepares to finish and leave the crowd wanting for more as he starts to wrap up his speech.
TJ – Good people…in the weeks to come I will present to you a plan that will create a better NAW for each and every one of you. My plan will make every match in the NAW more exciting, every champion in the NAW more admirable, and every wrestler on the NAW roster more mindful now that they know that Theodore James Justice has arrived. So when the time comes for you to make your choice ladies and gentlemen…I know that you will all make the right decision. Because as everybody in the NAW will all come to find out real soon…
TJ points straight into the crowd with a determined expression on his face as he finishes.
TJ - I…AM…JUSTICE!
Again “Hail to the Chief” plays and TJ gives the microphone back to the announcer. He then exits the ring and returns to the backstage, shaking hands with the fans sitting at ringside on his way while his security detail follows behind him.
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"On, Wisconsin" plays, and we see Matt Lane, Olivia, and Andrew Lombardi appear on the stage. They stand proudly, Olivia and Lombardi saluting the flag that Matt Lane holds high and waves proudly. They continue to do this for several seconds to a booing crowd, until the music fades out. Lombardi then shows that he is holding a microphone, and this makes the fans very unhappy. He smirks and starts speaking.
Lombardi: It's nice to see that people can be so gracious outside of our beautiful home of Wisconsin.
The fans continue to boo loudly, and Lombardi shakes his head.
Lombardi: You see, tonight, after I beat Jack Lockhart one on one, we will have a little chat about respect, which is something that you waste no time learning about in Green Bay. The city is the greatest city in the world, and is the home to the greatest athletic organization in the world. We have it all in Green Bay, and all three of us are incredibly proud to be Green Bay natives. Maybe we'll adopt you into our little clan if you're lucky.
Lombardi drops the microphone and starts marching toward the ring, followed closely by Lane and Olivia. On his way down though, we see Angel and Jack Lockhart. Jack runs down and hits Lombardi from behind! Lane goes to swing the flag at Jack instinctively, but Jack grabs the pole, shoving it back into Lane, sending him backward into Olivia, and both of them then go down! He grabs Lombardi and tosses him into the ring post before rolling him into the ring. The bell rings immediately.
Jack Lockhart vs Andrew Lombardi
Lockhart grabs Lombardi and whips him into the ropes. Lombardi comes back and ducks a boot. Lombardi bounces off the ropes and hits Jack with a Clothesline! Lombardi picks Jack up and hits him with a right hand. He hits with another right and swings for a third, but Jack grabs his fist. He twists Lombardi's wrist and turns it into an armbar hold, then pulls, sending Lombardi to the mat. Lombardi holds his right arm in pain and Jack stomps on the injured shoulder a couple times to make sure he's good.
Gould: Wow, this is just...wow.
Torres: This is absolute domination by one man in this match, and I'm loving it. Jack Lockhart is showing everybody that he's the alpha male. It's fantastic.
Lockhart rolls Lombardi onto his back and covers.
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T--Lombardi kicks out! Jack gets to his feet and picks Lombardi up. He looks around before a Scoop Slam, followed by a Leg Drop. He covers again.
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TWO--Lombardi kicks out exactly at the two count mark!
Gould: Andrew Lombardi here, not going to be made a complete fool of.
Torres: I don't know why he tries. The man should keep his dignity and lose this match with pride. The better competitor is winning. That simple.
Lockhart picks up Lombardi and whips him into the corner. He walks over slowly, grabbing Lombardi and holding him against the turnbuckle with one arm. He holds his other arm up and a few fans cheer as he swings down and chops at the chest of Lombardi. He does it again and continues to do it, doing it eight times before pulling Lombardi to the center of the ring and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He covers again!
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Lombardi gets a shoulder up!
Moser: Wow! Andrew Lombardi can't get ahead, but he's got absolutely no quit in him.
Lockhart picks him up and connects with the Earth Shatter powerbomb! He covers again!
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Higgins stopped counting because Matt Lane had hopped up on the ring apron and gotten into the ring. Higgins argues with Lane, holding him back so he can't assist Lombardi. Lombardi slowly crawls toward Olivia, and the two exchange something. Lockhart is busy though, as he tosses Lane out of the ring with ease. When he turns around, he is met with a right from Lombardi that just lays him out. Lane goes to Olivia's side as Lombardi covers.
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Lockhart kicks out! Lombardi hops to his feet in a rage, tossing what appears to be a roll of quarters out of the ring, but Higgins doesn't catch it as he is checking to see if Lockhart is good to go.
Gould: He cheated!
Torres: Wrong. He was resourceful. Everyone knows it's only cheating if you get caught.
Lombardi runs over to Lockhart and throws a boot, keeping him flat on the mat, and looks around at the booing fans. He climbs up to the top rope slowly.
Moser: What's he doing? This man weighs over 250 pounds, he has no business going up to the top rope!
Lombardi waits in crouch mode, and as Lockhart gets up, he hits Lombardi just at the right time with an uppercut, causing Lombardi's high risk move to be a bomb. Lombardi lays out on the mat, holding his jaw in pain. Lockhart gets to his feet and pulls him up, connecting with the Earth Shatter again, this time picking up the three count victory!
"Warriors of the World" plays and Lockhart holds his arm high in victory as Angel comes into the ring to congratulate him as we cut to the back.
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As “Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system Cyclone and Lluvia both walk out holding umbrellas. They both walk to the ring and when they get to it they both put their umbrellas on the ground and then run around the ring slapping hands with fans. They then turn around and slide into the ring and sit in the centre of it. The lights then go back on and Cyclone stands up, he then walks over to the side of the ring and is handed a microphone.
Cyclone: You’ve all seen the tweets that we sent saying card subject to change. This isn’t about the fact that I’m not booked in a match on this show. This is about Alex Morgan not wanting me to have a match on this show. You see on the last Meltdown I asked him what the next obstacle was for me and The Lost Family to overcome. He answered by not having an answer. So instead I’m going to give him an obstacle to overcome. Alex Morgan I’ve heard that behind the scene staff is very concerned about how you run NAW and the way that you still talk about Mr Bloom that they felt that they had no choice but to sign a General Manager to help you run NAW shows. So they hired me feeling that my three million dollars would help secure NAW’s future Ha ha hahahahahahaha.
Cyclone leaves the ring as the scene fades.
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When we come back from a teaser involving Hall of Fame, the next Supershow, we hear "Hero" by Skillet play over the system. The fans all cheer loudly as Grayson King appears on the stage, ready for anything. He wears an intimidating scowl as he looks around at the cheering fans, making his way to the ring slowly.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from The Star City.....Grayson King!
Grayson slides into the ring and looks around as his music fades out. After several seconds of silence, we see the screen fade to static. The fans are all baffled until the big screens flicker alive and static free now, and we see Trent's face on the screen.
Trent: Heeeeyyyyy. So, I know we had a match tonight Grayson, but I got to thinking. You see, the way I see it, why bother having our match tonight?
Grayson doesn't look impressed in the slightest.
Trent: You know, I did win the match last time we were in a match together, so I already proved myself against you. Why bother with another match, when we all know exactly how that is gonna end?
Trent has a very convinced look that he's right on his face, and Grayson just shakes his head, yelling for Trent to come to the ring.
Trent: So I'm protesting this little...rendezvous tonight, because...well...I've already got a W in my column against you, I don't need to prove a damn thing to you, or to Alex Morgan, or to the world. So, ya know...goodnight.
He laughs as the screen fades to black, and Grayson looks entirely disgusted with this. He looks around the arena, and the crowd is booing. Suddenly we hear music that nobody in the arena recognizes. After a few seconds, a well dressed man, hispanic and looking to be in his late 40's or early 50's, appears on the stage. He smiles and holds up a microphone.
Guy: Hello Grayson, and hello to the NAW. My name is Hector Jiminez. I am a businessman from Mexico, and as a businessman, I came to Alex Morgan with a proposition. To allow the tag team that I manage, Los Toros, to have a match. With this "protest" of Trent Brown's, which I wholeheartedly disagree with, I figure now would be the best possible time to introduce Grayson's opponent for the evening. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to El Toro Blanco!
The lights fade out and the music comes back. After several seconds of it, we see a man dressed in white Lucha apparel, with a Mexican flag theme to it all. He hops up and down on the stage standing right next to Jiminez.
Gould: Alright, we have two small guys in what could be a fantastic highflying match...
Jiminez: And his partner, El Toro Negro!
Another one appears then, and we see what's going on.
Torres: Great! I love Handicap matches!
Los Toros run to the ring after Blanco sheds the long coat that he is wearing, and they stop after sliding into the ring. Higgins gets word from a staff member, and nods, then relays the message to Rebecca.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Handicap Showcase! Los Toros will be allowed into the ring simultaneously, and they will be facing off against Grayson King!
Grayson doesn't look bothered at all as the music stops and the bell rings. Jiminez remains on the stage to watch the match.
Grayson King vs Los Toros
The bell rings, and the team begin to move around quickly, trying to throw Grayson off guard. He ducks a kick from one of them, then parries a few striking attempts from the other. Blanco bounces off the ropes and looks for a Diving Clothesline, but Grayson is able to duck under that, and manages a roundhouse kick to hit Negro, knocking him off his feet. Blanco comes back and is met with a Clothesline from Grayson, also taking him down.
Gould: Great work from Grayson here, managing to hold his own.
The two get up and bounce off the same rope at the same time, coming back, and Grayson charges at them, hitting them with a Double Clothesline and sending both of them out of the ring. He runs to the opposite rope, bounces off, and dives over the top rope, taking out both of them with a Swan Dive to the outside! He slides back into the ring and walks around it, keeping his eyes on the luchadors on the outside. They come back into the ring, Blanco first. Grayson connects with a Lungblower on him, and Negro hops onto the apron. He bounces from the top rope, looking for a Springboard forearm, but Grayson meets him with an Arm Drag, throwing off the attack. Negro comes back and is met with a Lungblower also, both members of Los Toros on their backs. Grayson lines them up perfectly, then goes to the corner. The crowd cheers loudly as he comes off, perfectly exectuing the Prince's Crown onto both of them, and the fans cheer as Higgins counts.
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"Hero" plays and Grayson gets to his feet. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and holds his arms high, and he sees a few guys running down the stairs in the the crowd. They slide into the ring, and it's revealed to be Trent Brown's cousins. Grayson manages to hold his own until Trent himself slides into the ring. He sneaks in behind Grayson and manages to hit him in the kidney with a lead pipe. Just when the attack is about to get on its way though, the Lost Family are seen running down the ramp, Cyclone standing at the ramp, where Hector was. Los Toros are long gone by now, and an all out brawl commences in the ring until Trent and company retreat and head back out of the arena through the crowd.
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When we come back from a quick teaser for UWL's Slamboree, we see Alex Morgan standing in the ring with a microphone.
Morgan: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match will be the main event, and it will see Alaric Trudeau taking on Jason Price in a Last Man Standing match for the Horizon Championship. But in the spirit of Keystone Karnage, and what it means, which will be revealed in the near future, we will be making one quick announcement.
The crowd waits.
Morgan: The Horizon Championship will be used as a ticket, so to speak, at Hall of Fame. If the winner of tonight's match, Jason or Alaric, wants to face Gunner for the NAW Championship in August, he will have to hand in the Horizon Championship to me, where it will remain deactivated for the time being.
The crowd doesn't seem too excited for another belt deactivation, but Morgan just nods.
Morgan: Now, if you would all please welcome tonight's very special guest referee for the match, Gunner Hughes!
The fans cheer as Gunner appears to Bloodsimple's "Dead Man Walking". He dons the stripes of the official as he slides into the ring. He stands in the middle and shakes hands with Morgan, who then leaves.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, first, Alaric Trudeau!
The lights darken. As the song intro begins, torches light from either side of the entrance way brighten the curtain. Alaric Trudeau's face is illuminated and the look of evil content frightens the audience. Alaric casually strolls through the curtain and down the aisle. He stops midway through to gaze upon the crowd. His piercing eyes stares into the souls of the crowd, stealing just an ounce of their happiness. Alaric turns, with his back to the ring and raising his arms from his sides. The lights slowly brighten. Alaric continues his path to the ring. He walks up the stairs and enters the ring.
Rebecca: And teh horizon champion....Jason price!
Price is seen on the stage and walks down the ramp slowly. He stops about halfway, staring down Alaric furiously. He runs the rest of the way down and slides into the ring. he hands off the Horizon Championship and continues staring down his opponent.
Jason Price vs Alaric Trudeau
Gunner looks to both men and rings the bell, and for the first time in several weeks, Alaric looks like he wants to win. He comes at Price full speed, and Price takes a huge swing. Trudeau ducks, and comes back, looking for a Clothesline of his own, but Price also ducks, and when Trudeau gets to the opposite ropes, he stops himself and stares at Price, who stares right back at him.
Gould: Look at the intensity in this ring already guys, and this match has been on for all of thirty seconds.
Torres: Are you kidding me, Gould? This match has been on for almost a month. It's just never stopped.
They move in to the center of the ring slowly, and lock up. Price locks in a facelock instantly and holds it incredibly tight. Trudeau swings his arms around a bit, trying to get Price to ease up, and Price plants him with a DDT. Price hurries to his feet, and for the first time in the match, Alaric is flat on his back. Gunner nods and starts counting.
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2--Alaric is to a vertical base for the two is actually finished. He smirks and shakes his head, and Price comes at him, hitting him with a Clothesline that causes the Crescent City Saint to do a full backflip in the air, and Alaric is down again.
Gould: Ouch. Price is really giving Alaric everything he's got now, isn't he?
Torres: It took him long enough, Gould. Alaric has only been ruining his life for like five weeks.
Price pulls Alaric up and whips him into the corner. He meets the returning Cajun with a Dropkick, and the fans pop a little bit when Alaric shows signs of pain. Price hurries to his knees and just starts wailing on Alaric, giving him right after right after right to the face, and all that Alaric can do is hold his hands up and try to scream protests. Gunner moves toward the two, then stops and watches as Price puts on the violent display of right hands to the face of his opponent. Price gets to his feet after several seconds and yells "COUNT!"
Gunner looks at him for a second, not liking being bossed by Price like that, but starts the count anyway.
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3...--Alaric is back up again within a three count. Price comes at him one more time, but this time Alaric swiftly rolls out of the ring and stands on the outside, eyeing up Price, who is pacing back and forth, yelling for him to get back into the ring. Trudeau smiles and shakes his head, collecting himself for a moment.
Gould: Come on, Trudeau, quit stalling and get back in the ring!
Torres: it's called strategy. He's thinking up a gameplan.
Moser: No, he's definitely stalling.
Trudeau walks around the perimeter of the ring once, moving from the commentary side and stops around the next side over. He looks around the ring again and starts appearing to be in fairly deep thought. From there, he backs away toward the guard rail and puts his hands on his knees. Price gets impatient and slides out of the ring, giving Trudeau an opportunity to take a lap around the ring and slide back in. He bounces off the ropes, and when Price slides in and is to his feet, Trudeau meets him with a diving Crossbody, which causes Trudeau to roll out of the ring again, holding his arms high in the air and taking a bow for the booing fans.
Gould: Look at this showboat.
Torres: Yeah, a guy is happy that he's got something going here, it's such a shame, isn't it?
Trudeau slides into the ring and stays on his hands and knees as Price rolls onto his own. As Price starts to get up, Trudeau sneaks in with an uppercut that nearly takes the head off the Horizon Champ. Price is down and appears to be out, and Trudeau walks around inside the ring, the blood flowing now.
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Gould: What a great way to keep himself on his feet!
Torres: I don't even think it was on purpose.
Alaric rolls around for a second on the outside before lying on his back.
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He gets back up slowly, but surely, and stands on the outside, using the ring apron for support. He leans on it and Price runs to the other ropes, coming back and looking for a baseball slide, but Trudeau is able to move out of the way without going down, and Price slides all the way out of the ring. He lands on his hands and knees, and Trudeau comes over and boots him in the head! Price lays flat and Trudeau stands over him, almost proudly.
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Price is using the guardrail to pull himself up, and Trudeau pulls him the rest of the way up from behind. Trudeau connects with a German Suplex, and both men lie on the floor now.
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Trudeau is pulling himself to his feet now, Price is still pretty woozy, rolling around and trying to get something to support himself with.
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Trudeau looks down as Price starts getting to his feet. As Price does manage a vertical base, Trudeau pulls him all the way to his feet and slams his head into the ring apron. Price holds himself up with the help of the apron, and Trudeau slaps him once. He looks to again, but Price catches the hand shoves Trudeau backward, and connects with a Superkick!
Gould: I don't think we've ever seen the Jason Price superkick in the past!
Torres: Indeed we haven't Gould. What a way to keep himself afloat and buy himself what little time he has left.
Price leans on the apron, refusing to leave his feet. He watches as Trudeau rolls onto his stomach and puts his arms up, as if to push himself off the floor.
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Trudeau rolls onto his back, holding the jaw that was just booted in, pounding one boot on the floor in pain.
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Price slides into the ring, a huge smile on his face for almost a second, as he sees the light at the end of the tunnel. The match is over...
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Trudeau is to his feet and the count ends. Price's face shows nothing but anguish now as he looks around at the fans, who don't know what to think. Trudeau, through all the pain that he is clearly in, can do nothing but smile at the look of absolute horror on the face of Jason Price. Trudeau leans on the guardrail, and fans all clap him on the shoulders and chest. He just glares into the ring, that wicked smile of his clear as day, a little bit of blood dripping from his mouth.
Gould: Trudeau is an absolute mess after the kick, but I think Price is a bigger mess, and the whole thing is psychological.
Torres: Damn right it is. Trudeau is a god when it comes to getting into the head of Jason Price. I don't think I've seen someone so at home in the brain of someone else. He's had it all to himself for weeks, too.
Price yells for Trudeau to get into the ring, and Trudeau just continues to smile. The fans start to get tired of Trudeau's stalling, and he starts walking around the outside of the ring. He makes his way for the ramp. Gunner and Jason look almost nervously at each other as Alaric heads up the ramp and turns a corner past the curtain. Price is quick to follow, and Gunner is reluctant but also follows. The two head up the ramp and Price starts trotting, which turns into a run. He gets to the curtain and is met with a knee to the ribs from Alaric. Alaric then throws him into a corridor wall, then a huge door, leaving a giant dent in the door. Gunner sees Price on the floor and Alaric smiles to Gunner.
Gould: Ugh, walked right into an ambush from Alaric.
Torres: I mean, I don't know why he didn't see that coming. You don't always have to follow your gut. Unless there is a delicious burger that is leading you there.
Gunner counts.
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Alaric leans on the wall, arms crossed, smile on his face.
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Alaric walks around a little, celebrating in his own little world.
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The count stops dead. Alaric turns around and sees Price, fuming, standing face to face with him. Alaric starts to head away when he is slammed into the wall of the corridor. His head is slammed into it three times before Price throws him to the floor. He doesn't stop though. Price is relentless as he picks Alaric up, throwing him into the same door, bending the whole thing so that it starts to fall open because it's so bent out of frame. Price throws Alaric into it again, and the door flies open. Alaric flops on a bit to a railing that stops him. He lies flat on his face though, and Price drops to a knee for a second before getting back up, still fuming.
Gould: Wow. What a vicious assault that was.
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Alaric picks his head up, shaking the cobwebs.
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Alaric is using the railing for support, slowly pulling himself up. As he gets to his feet, Price throws him over the railing to the huge drop below from behind, but Alaric is able to roll forward with it and hold onto the metal railing. He keeps a grip and shouts as his arms lock, but he manages to hold on. He hangs for a moment, and Price grabs his hands.
Gould: Sound strategy here. He's just gonna let Alaric's hands get all sweaty by keeping them held, then he'll slip down.
He holds Alaric's hands for a few more seconds before Alaric uses his athleticism to swing forward, wrapping his ankles around Price's neck, and both men fall through a table at the bottom of the drop. Both men are absolutely flat, and Gunner takes a few seconds to come down the stairs right next to it. A crowd of people are seen, including KEG!
Gould; Wait a second...did they just...
Torres: Talk about crashing the party! There's our host tonight!
KEG is heard yelling some slurred curse words, and almost falls over backward as Price and Alaric throw rights at each other, both men still on the ground. Gunner watches on in awe as the two men continue to fight, Price finally slamming Alaric's head off the floor and getting up.
He nods at Gunner to count as Alaric grabs his face in pain.
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Alaric rolls onto his back, and Price picks him up, interrupting the count. He lifts him up in the Fireman's Carry position, and Alaric swings his legs, forcing Price to put him down and he plants Price with a DDT into the table wreckage! KEG falls over trying to move out of the way, spilling a gigantic glass of beer in the process.
Torres: That is the biggest beer I've ever seen. It has to at least hold a gallon.
Moser: Absolutely ridiculous. And we signed this guy recently?
Gould: Indeed we did. I'm putting a request in for Morgan to force a rehab stint on him.
Alaric picks Price up, and Price has his wits about him right away. He knees Alaric in the ribs and connects with a Piledriver! Both men are flat on their backs, and Gunner doesn't even look like he wants to count! He looks around, trying to call for some medics to get there, but does begin a count while waiting.
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Alaric rolls onto his stomach, Price starts crawling toward KEG, who is shooing him away, still trying to stay on his own two feet.
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Gunner slows the count a little until one of the men gets to his feet.
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Price is up, followed immediately by Trudeau. Trudeau leans on a wall, breathing heavier than ever, and Price stumbles toward him. Trudeau meets him with a running Bushidu Knee! Alaric uses Price to support himself getting back to his feet, and he takes a falls right into a wall, but manages to keep himself on his feet, his back pressed against it.
Gould: Wow! What a move!
Torres: Love him or hate him, Trudeau is such a tremendous performer here, and is absolutely fantastic!
Gunner looks down at Price and reluctantly begins the count.
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Alaric keeps stumbling off to either side, taking extra effort to stay on his feet.
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Price stirs, but can't quite find out how to move.
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Alaric almost falls onto his knees, but steps forward as Gunner keeps going.
10!
As the ten count goes, Alaric now knows that he can drop, and he does just that. He looks at Gunner in a kneeling position as a few staff members march toward the scene with the Horizon Championship in hand. As soon as Alaric becomes fully aware of the situation, he grabs the belt arrogantly, putting the strap over his shoulder. He adjusts it just right as Gunner and him stare each other down.
Gould: Look at the intensity between these two.
Torres: It almost looks as if Gunner had some sort of monetary stake in the match, and things didn't go his ways. Shenanigans?
Moser: Nope, no shenanigans here, just a man getting a good look at his next huge moment here in NAW.
Gould: Indeed. Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen!
The two continue their staredown as the scene fades out.