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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 0:36:51 GMT -5
The show opens to the normal pyro display coming from the entrance ramp and "Now We Run" by Steve Vai playing through the PA system. The camera pans around to show the cheering fans holding signs and posters in support of their favorite NAW superstars. The music continues as the view then cuts to the commentary booth where we see the duo of Malcolm Gould & Jim Torres ready to call the action.
Gould: Hello everybody and welcome to Monday Night Meltdown! I’m Malcolm Gould and alongside of me ready to help me call the action is my colleague Jim Torres. I’m glad you’re all with us tonight because we have a huge show tonight!
Torres: We sure do Malcolm. We have a lineup of huge matches, and also we’ve gotten word that the boss man himself Alex Morgan is on his way back to the NAW!
Gould: Yeah and we couldn’t be happier to hear that Jim. I personally look forward to seeing him back in his commander’s seat real soon. But as far as tonight is concerned, what a show we have ahead of us. Both of the NAW Championship contenders Corey Bull and Jason Price will go one on one in our main event…with the Champion Alaric Trudeau as the special guest referee! Before that, we also have Trent Brown taking on our head of NAW Security Theodore Justice in a non-title match in the co-main event.
Torres: That should be a good one there Malcolm, and the winner between John Blade and Bohannon tonight will decide who Trent’s next title defense will be against so you know they’ll be watching this match real closely.
Gould: That’s right Jim, Interim General Manager Tyson Phoenix stated last week that he’s giving both Johnathan Blade and Bohannon a chance to end their slumps here tonight by awarding the winner of their match a chance at gaining some NAW gold at Rebirth.
Torres: I can’t wait to see how that plays out. So to get things started tonight let’s get to ringside where our lovely ring announcer Rebecca Martin is ready to announce the first match.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 0:44:58 GMT -5
The Jeckels vs Jimmy Ferguson & Todd Morrison
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman, this next tag team contest is schedule for one fall. Standing inside the ring to my right, at a combined weight of 447 pounds…the team of Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison!!
A mixed reaction echoes throughout the arena. The stage is then covered in smoke as “Peep Show” by Droch Fhoula plays in the arena.
Rebecca: And their opponents, from Transylvania…at a combined weight of 499 pounds…The Jeckels!!
Helena Jeckel emerges from the smoke, she signals and then her brothers Jack and Jake emerge from the smoke behind her. They walk to the ring and Helena walks the ring apron then hangs upside on the ropes, then enters the ring. Jake slides under the ropes and sits in the corner and Jack leans through the ropes and places his hands on his brother’s shoulders while Helena sits on the top rope.
Gould: That’s quite the entrance for the Jeckels.
Torres: Yeah it sure is. You know, they were booked to compete in a three way tag team match but our debuting Smith & Wesson team couldn’t make it tonight so Tyson Phoenix had to make this match a regular tag contest. I’m sure the Jeckels will have their way with these two clowns here tonight and move on to Rebirth win a win under their belts.
Gould: Well don’t ever underestimate Jimmy Ferguson or Todd Morrison. Both of these guys are seasoned veterans here in the NAW and know plenty of ways to end a match.
Torres: Well the only way I’ve seen these guys end matches lately is by getting pinned, but I guess we’ll see.
The bells rings and Jake Jeckel starts things off inside the ring against Todd Morrison. Morrison closes in on Jake and unleashes a few punches but Jake manages to block one and end his flurry with a stiff uppercut of his own to stagger Morrison backwards. Morrison shakes it off but not before Jake jumps up and levels him with a dropkick. Jake lifts Morrison to his feet and tosses him to the ropes, then plants him with a hiptoss on the rebound. Jake tags in Jack and the two slam Morrison to the mat with a double Russian legsweep.
Gould: Nice double team move by the Jeckels!
Jack lifts Morrison to his hands & knees and locks him into a reverse chin lock. The ref checks for the submission but Jack doesn’t have it locked in tight enough and Morrison manages to break free and tosses Jack off of him. Jack comes back and attacks Morrison as he gets to his feet but Morrison manages to reach up and chop Jack in the throat to stun him. Morrison then drops Jack with a closeline and crawls over to tag in Jimmy Ferguson. Ferguson runs up and football punts Jack in the ribs as he’s getting back up to send him rolling across the mat. Ferguson then runs over the cracks Jake with a punch to knock him from the ring apron before lifting Jack back to his feet and planting him headfirst with a devastating DDT. Ferguson with the cover.
1 . . . 2 . Kick out by Jack!
Torres: Close one there, Jimmy Ferguson tried to end it early!
Gould: But Jack Jeckel kicks out at 2!
Jimmy Ferguson lifts Jack to his feet and tosses him to the ropes. He ducks down for a back body drop on the rebound but Jack stops right as he gets to him and hammers down with a huge elbow smash to the back of Ferguson’s head. Ferguson stumbles backward and Jack grabs him and follows it up with a sidewalk slam to send him to the mat. Jack with the cover.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick out!
Jack gets up and tags in Jake who has just gotten back up onto the ring apron. Jake climbs in and goes to work on Ferguson with some stomps as he’s trying to get back up. Jake lets Ferguson up and tosses him into the corner and then he follows him in and starts to crush him with shoulder charges to the midsection. Ferguson falls to a sitting position and Jake takes a few steps back towards the center of the ring and then runs in at Ferguson for a knee attack. Before Jake can land the knee on Ferguson however, Todd Morrison runs over on the apron and gets a foot through the ropes to kick Jake in the face and send him staggering backward. Morrison then uses the top rope to slingshot himself into the ring and take Jake down with a flying cross body.
Torres: Todd Morrison with the brilliant save!
Gould: You mean illegal save?
Torres: Maybe so, but still brilliant. That knee attack by Jake Jeckel might have ended this match.
Jack Jeckel comes charging in out of his corner and attacks Morrison as he’s getting up and their fight ensues to the outside as they tumble to the mat and roll out of the ring, saving the referee the trouble of restoring order. Inside the ring, both Jimmy Ferguson and Jake Jeckel get to their feet at the same time and meet in the center. Jake lunges at Ferguson with his signature superkick but Ferguson catches Jake’s leg and hammers down on his knee with a hard elbow shot. Jake falls to the mat and holds his leg in pain and Ferguson drops down to lock in a leg grapevine submission hold.
Torres: Oh this can’t be good.
Gould: Yeah Jimmy Ferguson really folded Jake Jeckel’s leg in half with that elbow shot and now this grapevine submission hold might very well do some permanent damage.
Ferguson locks the hold in and squeezes with all of his might and Jake Jeckel screams in pain. Before too much damage can be done tough, Jack rolls back inside the ring and breaks the hold up with an elbow drop to Ferguson’s chest. Jack peppers Ferguson with stomps for a bit as the referee yells at himto get back to his corner. Morrison slides back inside the ring and starts to go after Jake but Jack is back up and he cuts Morrison off with a spray of his signature poison mist!
Gould: The poison mist by Jack Jeckel!
Torres: Yeah he just spit that mist right in the eyes of Todd Morrison and now Morrison can’t see a thing!
Helena gets up on the ring apron and distracts the referee and Jake drops the blinded Todd Morrison with a superkick. Jack grabs Jimmy Ferguson as he gets to his feet and Jake heads to the corner and starts to climb the turnbuckle.
Gould: Uh oh, what do these guys have planned here?
Jack places his hand around Ferguson’s throat and falls backwards with a reverse STO and then Jake dives from the top rope with a double knee drop and comes down on Ferguson’s chest.
Gould: Oh my, what combo!
Jake crawls over and cover Ferguson and Jack lifts Morrison up and tosses him out of the ring. Helena follows suit and hops down from the ring apron so the ref can turns and see the pin attempt. He drops to the mat and makes the count.
1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
The Jeckels win!
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman, here are your winners…The Jeckels!!
Gould: Wow, what a devastating way to end this first match here tonight.
Torres: Yeah I don’t know of many people in professional wrestling who could have kicked out of that. Jimmy Ferguson is still out!
The Jeckels exit the ring and celebrate their win as medical personnel check on the fallen Jimmy Ferguson. The view then switches to the backstage area.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 0:47:36 GMT -5
The camera shows Eric Ambrose backstage in a dressing room.
Eric Ambrose: Backstage gossip spreads very quickly in professional wrestling and that is why I’m here tonight to speak on behalf of Sanctuary. We’ve heard that Alex Morgan has been spotted in his office at wherever NAW headquarters are and it’s a very well-known fact that Sanctuary and Alex Morgan have some unfinished business. Alex Morgan I want to invite you personally to Rebirth so that we can finally finish this. In fact let me make you an offer. Sanctuary wants a six man tag match Tomas Valin, David Fraggle and I against any three men who you can find. If we win then no matter what happens you can’t stop all three members of Sanctuary from competing for the NAW Championship, meaning that if David Fraggle ever gets his re-match you can’t stop it from happening. However, if your team wins then you get your own grand prize all three members of Sanctuary, what that means is we will have no choice but to give you the NAW Tag team Championships back and we’ve got no choice but to do whatever you tell us to do for the rest of our time in NAW.
The scene fades and transitions back to ringside where Rebecca Martin is ready to announce the next match.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 0:51:12 GMT -5
Johnathan Blade vs Bohannon
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for on fall. Introducing first from Hickory NC…weighing in at 252 pounds… he is “Basic Thuganomicks” Johnathan Blade!!
“Till I Collapse” by Eminem plays through the PA system and Johnathan Blade comes walking out from the back with a microphone in his hand. He slowly strolls towards the ring and begins to talk smack about his opponent as he goes. He gets to ringside and climbs inside the ring, then he walks to his corner and waits for his opponent as his music stops playing. “Soldier” by North Mississippi All-stars then starts to play through the PA system.
Rebecca: And introducing his opponent from Rock Fence Crossroads, Georgia….weighing 238 pounds….Bohannon!!
The fans cheer as Bohannon walks out from the back and makes his way towards the ring area. He removes his t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd before climbing inside the ring, then he walks to his corner to await the start of the match.
Gould: Well these two were tag team partners not too long ago and now they find themselves in opposite corners.
Torres: Well they’re also each finding themselves one win away from an NAW Horizon Championship shot at Rebirth. The man who walks away from this match as the winner will get that shot.
The bell rings and Blade and Bohannon square off. It’s Blade who makes the first move though, lunging in to grab Bohannon. Bohannon steps to the side and knees Blade in the midsection, then flings Blade to the mat with a bodyslam. Blade scrambles to his feet and comes after Bohannon again but Bohannon takes him down with a hip toss. Blade gets back to his feet once more but Bohannon stays on him and sends him back down to the mat again with a snap suplex. Bohannon pulls Blade to his feet and slams him with a t-bone suplex. Bohannon with the pin attempt.
1 . . . 2 . Kick out!
Torres: Bohannon trying for the pin attempt already.
Gould: Well these two don’t really share any bad blood between them so I can’t imagine that he wants to do any more damage than he has to in order to win.
Torres: Are you kidding me Gould? This match is for a shot at the Horizon Championship. I don’t care what they claim, any friendships these two had before this match went away as soon as the bell rang.
Gould: Well I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that.
Bohannon pulls Blade back to his feet but out of nowhere Blade fires back with a huge uppercut to stun Bohannon and send him reeling backward. Blade then runs at Bohannon and levels him with a closeline. Blade take a couple of seconds to recover and then he grabs Bohannon as he’s getting to his feet and slams him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Blade stays on him with another side suplex and then irish whips him to the rope and catches him with a spinebuster on the return. Blade with the cover.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick Out!
Gould: Only a two count but what an impressive display of moves by Johnathan Blade!
Torres: Look at Bohannon holding his back in pain. I told you Gould, Johnathan Blade wants to win this match no matter what the cost!
Blade pulls Bohannon back to his feet and walks him over to the corner. He pushing Bohannon into the corner and then clobbers him with a few forearm shots to the head. Bohannon is dazed and Blade then takes a few steps back and lunges in to crush Bohannon with a big boot to the face and send him to the mat. Blade stalks Bohannon as he crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up. Blade waits for Bohannon to turn around and then he runs up and gets Bohannon in a headlock and tries for a DDT, but Bohannon lifts Blade up and slams him to the mat with a sidewalk slam, falling to the mat himself from the momentum. Bohannon slowly crawls over and attempts the cover
1 . . . 2 . . Kick Out!
Bohannon gets back up catches his breath and waits for Blade as he’s also slowly getting to his feet. Bohannon grabs him and starts to lifts him up for a backdrop but Blade slips out his grasp and flips over to lands on his feet behind him. Bohannon spins around to face Blade but Blade is already in motion and he drops Bohannon with a big boot to the face. Blade with the cover.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick Out!
Gould: Blade almost able to end this match with that big boot.
Torres: Yeah he sure rung Bohannon’s bell with that one.
Blade now takes a few seconds to catch his breath and then he gets back to his feet. Blade starts to lock Bohannon into a boston crab but Bohannon thrashes his legs around and manages to kick Blade off of him and send him staggering backward a couple of steps.
Gould: Bohannon escapes the hold before it even began!
Bohannon hops back to his feet and bounces off of the ropes to come flying back at a stunned Blade with a flying closeline, but Blade sees it coming and ducks causing Bohannon to come up empty. Blade waits for Bohannon to get back up his feet and then sneaks up behind him to slam him back to the mat with a german suplex. Blade with another cover.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick Out!
Gould: Only another two count!
Torres: But Bohannon’s back won’t be able to hold up to many more of these suplexes.
Blade lifts Bohannon to his feet and tosses him into the corner again. He comes running in for another big boot but at the last moment Bohannon ducks out of the corner and Blade goes flying into the turnbuckle. Bohannon grabs Blade from behind and rolls him up into a cradle pin.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick Out!
Gould: And now Bohannon with a great counter into a pin attempt!
Torres: Yeah it looks like he caught John Blade a little off guard there but not enough to get the three.
Both men scramble back to their feet and Blade takes a swing at Bohannon. Bohannon ducks the punch and catches Blade from behind with a White Russian Legsweep! Bohannon makes the cover.
1 . . . 2 . . No! Kick out by Johnathan Blade!
Torres: Just a two!
Gould: Wow, Johnathan Blade able to kick out before the three count after getting hit with Bohannon’s signature russian legsweep!
Bohannon lifts Blade to his feet and begins to set him up for the Southern Justice but Blade breaks free of the hold and pushes Bohannon away from him and into the ropes. Bohannon comes stumbling back off of the ropes and Blade lifts him up into a power bomb position. Blade looks out towards the center of the ring and attempts to land his signature power bomb combo but Bohannon struggles free and manages to slip out and land on the mat behind of Blade instead. Bohannon spins around and then hooks Blade’s arm and grabs him by the head to slam him backwards with another White Russian legsweep.
Torres: Another one!
Bohannon hooks Blade’s leg and the ref makes his count.
1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Bohannon wins!
Gould: Bohannon has done it…he’s going to Rebirth to face Trent Brown for the Horizon Championship!
Torres: Wow, what a finish by Bohannon!
Bohannon’s music plays and he raises his arm up in victory.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen…here is your winner…Bohannon!!
Bohannon exits the ring and starts to head for the back, then he turns and locks eyes with John Blade who is just getting back to his feet. With a look of disappointment on his face, Blade still flashes Bohannon the thumbs up though and Bohannon nods in respect as he turns and disappears to the backstage.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 0:52:53 GMT -5
The view then switches to the backstage area where we see a sonic orange blur comes speeding into the rear of the Mohegan Sun Arena parking garage before coming to a stop behind a production truck. The door swings open, and a pair of suit clad legs step out - the Dolce & Gabbana kind of suit; real expensive like. The camera remains fixated on the man's feet but a voice is heard.
?: ...Yes. I heard a man by the name of "Tyson Phoenix" is employed here. I must see him.
NAW Staff member: I'm sorry sir, but I'll need to verif --
The man's voice suddenly became gripped with anger. Or arrogance. Either one, we're not really sure though.
?: No, you listen here you little twerp. You tell Tyson that there is...an old friend...here. No, better yet, you just tell me where I can find him, and I'll allow you the opportunity to not pick yourself up off the concrete. And if you're real lucky, I'll even make sure you all your teeth are still in tact.
The man cringes, before pointing down a corridor. Probably out of fear.
NAW Staff Member: Th-there. His office will have the words "Tyson Phoenix" on the nameplate.
?: Thanks. It's a pleasure doing business with you...
The suit clad man stomps at the staff member, raising his fist, prompting the staff member to back away and flee.
?: Pfft. What's his problem...
The view switches back to ringside where Rebecca Martin is ready to announce the next match.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 0:55:23 GMT -5
Trent Brown vs Theodore Justice
The sound of the US Marine Band playing “Hail to the Chief” is heard through the PA system as Rebecca walks to the center of the ring.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is scheduled for one fall. On his way to the ring first from Washington DC….weighing 217 pounds….he is “The Prodigy” Theodore Justice!!
After a few seconds a couple of men dressed in secret service uniforms and sunglasses come walking out from the back with Teddy Justice marching out right behind them.
The fans respond with mixed reactions as Teddy Justice struts towards the ring waving to everybody and shaking hands with some of the fans sitting at ringside.
Torres: And here comes Teddy Justice, the NAW’s Head of Security. I wonder now though since he was appointed by Tyson Phoenix, what will become of Justice now that Alex Morgan is coming back?
Gould: Well your guess is as good as mine. Teddy is a loyal employee so I’d imagine Alex will keep him on.
Teddy’s music comes to a stop and “Heart Shaped Box” by Nirvana begins to play.
Rebecca: And introducing his opponent from Cleveland, Ohio….weighing 225 pounds…he is the NAW Horizon Champion…Trent Brown!!
Trent appears on the ramp standing alongside his wife Kat. He has the NAW Horizon Championship draped over his shoulder and an evil looking smile on his face. The pair walk down the ramp and head to the ring and Trent keeps his eyes locked forward and ignores the fans as they boo him. He gets to the ring and climbs inside, then he hands his title belt off to his wife Kat. Kat exits the ring and the ref signals for the bell. The match begins with Trent Brown shouting a few choice words at Teddy's face. Teddy listens for a few seconds but then has heard enough and cracks Trent with a hard jab to the mouth. Trent staggers backward and then comes charging back only to get taken down by and hip toss. Trent scrambles to his feet and Teddy comes after him but Trent delivers a hard punch to Teddy’s gut on his way up and then drops him with a standing closeline.
Torres: Wow what a closeline!
Trent catches his breath and allows Teddy to get up to his knees before he kicks him in the ribs, rolling him across the canvas. Trent stalks Teddy and slams him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. Trent rolls Teddy over and cover him, the ref makes the count.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick Out!
Trent grits his teeth in anger and lifts Teddy back to his feet. Trent whips him into the ropes and catches him with a spine buster on return. Justice curls up in pain and Trent Brown makes another cover.
1 . . . 2 . . Justice kicks out!
Trent stands up and now points at the ref, accusing him of making a slow count.
Gould: Trent not liking the speed of the referee’s counting.
Torres: Well it’s not rocket science Gould, all the guy has to do is count to three. He shouldn’t need a wrestler to remind him how to do that properly.
Trent picks up Justice by the head, annoyed with the pin. He gets Justice in position for a midnight special, his customized piledriver, but he can't get Justice off the ground. Instead, Justice is fighting it and flips Trent over his shoulders and he lands on the mat behind Justice. Justice then runs to the ropes and comes rebounding back with a running dropkick to Trent’s face just as he sits up. Justice with the quick cover.
1 . . . 2 . Kick out!
Gould: Barely a 2!
Torres: Nice counter but Teddy’s gonna have to do better than that to put Trent away.
Teddy lifts Trent to his feet and starts to set up for a Russian legsweepm, but Trent elbow’s Teddy in the face to break free from his grasp. Trent then grabs Teddy by the arms and spike’s Teddy’s head off of the mat with a chicken wing facebuster. Both men are down now and Trent goes for another cover
1 . . . 2 . . Justice kicks out again!
Trent punches the canvas in frustration.
Gould: And another 2 count for the Horizon Champion.
Torres: Trent seems pretty hell bent on ending this thing as quick as he can.
Trent now pulls Justice up in a sitting position and goes to lock in an arm trap cross-legged STF. Justice struggles and screams in pain as Trent locks it in, but Justice is fighting it so much that he's able to flail his feet around and snag the bottom rope. The ref calls for Trent to break the hold, and after refusing he threatens to disqualify him. Out of nowhere, Teddy then uses his legs to push off of the ropes and break himself free from the hold. Trent scramblers back up and comes charging at Teddy but Teddy managed to trip him up and roll him into a schoolboy pin.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick out!
Gould: Trent almost got caught with that reversal!
Torres: Yeah Teddy was ready for him there but still not able to keep him down for the three count.
Both men are quick to their feet and Trent then goes for a clothesline but Justice ducks it and catches Trent when he turns with a neck breaker. Justice climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Trent to get back to his feet, then clobbers him with his signature double axe handle.
Gould: The Hand of Justice!
Teddy with the cover.
1 . . . 2 . . Kick out by Trent!
Gould: Close call as Teddy Justice hits that signature double axe handle but still isn’t able to put Trent away.
Torres: Yeah Trent Brown is showing here why he’s the Horizon Champion.
Teddy lifts Trent to his feet once more and starts to set him up for the Filibuster, but Trent rakes Teddy’s eyes to break free and then grabs Teddy to slam him to the mat with his Overdose finishing move. Trent drops down for another pin attempt.
Gould: This could be trouble for Teddy Justice.
1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Trent Brown wins!
Trent’s music plays and Kat enters to ring to celebrate the victory with him.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner…the NAW Horizon Champion Trent Brown!!
Trent raises his hands in the air as his wife Kat hands him his title belt. Teddy is using the ropes to get to his feet and Trent walks up and levels him with the title belt. Trent stomps on him a few times and the referee tries to stop him, but Trent just pushes him aside and continues his tirade on Justice
Gould: Trent still really wants to hurt Teddy Justice!
Torres: Yeah and the match is over so the referee can’t do anything stop him either!
Gould: Well I would say that we might need some security out here…but Teddy Justice IS the security!
All of a sudden out comes Bohannon from the back running down the aisle!
Torres: Here comes Bohannon!
Gould: He’s not waiting until Rebirth to get a piece of the champ!
Kat tries to warn Trent that Bohannon is coming but it’s too late as Bohannon slides underneath the bottom rope and greets Trent with a huge roundhouse punch before he can react. Trent drops the title belt and the two wrestlers explode into a flurry of punches. Bohannon begins to get the upper hand and after he blocks one of Trent’s punches he spins the Horizon Champion around and begins to set Trent up for his signature White Russian Legsweep. Trent quickly grabs the ropes and breaks free before Bohannon can execute the move however, and then he hits the mat and rolls out of the ring and retreats to the outside along with his wife. Bohannon picks up the Horizon Championship from the mat and smiles at Tent as he holds it in his hands.
Gould: Bohannon’s got the Horizon title belt in his hand!
Torres: Hey Bohannon’s trying to steal Trent’s title belt! Arrest him Teddy! He’s a thief!
After looking at it a bit more, Bohannon tosses the title belt to the mat in front of where Trent is standing and Trent reaches in and snatches it. He exits to the back stage with Kat but he walks backward and keeps his eyes on Bohannon as he leaves, a look of evil intent in his eyes as he anticipates their title matchup at Rebirth. The view then cuts to the backstage where we see the man in the suit from earlier tonight as he is still in search of Tyson Phoenix’s office.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 1:01:19 GMT -5
The suit clad man finally approaches the door with the "Tyson Phoenix" nameplate on it. Without even knocking, he turns the door knob and pushes his way in, rather rudely at that.
?: Tyson... It's been awhile!
The camera pans around to reveal Tyson Phoenix sitting back, and on the phone. His feet were propped up on the desk. He stares ahead, almost as if he just saw a ghost.
Tyson: ......I'm afraid I'm gonna need to call you back. Something just..."happened".
Tyson drops the phone on the desk and quickly stands up, his eyes unwavering from the guest in the doorway.
Tyson: Alan Christopher...a man I never expected to see again. It's been...six years. ...What do you want?
The camera pans around to see the finely tailoured Dolce & Gabbana suit in full, panning up to see the smug grin, bleach blonde hair, facial hair, and dark shades, of the one and only Allstar of Sports-Entertainment...Alan Christopher!
Alan Christopher: Tyson, Tyson, Tyson...tsk tsk, why didn't you tell me you were back in the business after ECF? I had thought you ran away after all these years...
Tyson: Ran away? From who? You!? Don't make me laugh! I haven’t went anywhere, I competed in both of APW’s Survive and Conquer events, multiple expert fed events, and I also managed up and coming wrestlers in the CRW, RAW, and of course managed and competed in the NAW. Maybe you should go a shade lighter on those sunglasses of yours Alan, it seems to be affecting your eye sight in your old age.
Alan Christopher: Pfft. Whatever. Who could have blamed you for avoiding me? After all, your near-perfect record in ECF, blemished by me on the final Fusion...I'd understand if you were embarrassed by that, after all your talk, you felt the need to go hide your face. It happens...
Tyson: Alan. I'm giving you three seconds to leave, before I give you a free ticket to the Tyson Phoenix Show - front row even!
Alan Christopher: Now, now, there's no need to get hostile -- this visit isn't one for that. I came here to deliver you a proposition. I want to give you a chance to right that wrong.
Tyson: Do what?!
Alan Christopher: One more time. Alan Christopher vs Tyson Phoenix. A final match to settle the score. You and I, no frills, no stipulations, hell I'll even leave Assault & Battery out of it...what do you say?
Tyson leans back against the desk and shakes his head.
Tyson: Alan, as much as I'd love a quick and easy beatdown -- I'm retired. I'm perfectly content with my position here, running the NAW --
Alan Christopher: Don't bullsh*t me Tyson! I know your type! You cover it up on the outside, but I know it eats away at you on the inside! Deep down, you can't stand that, in the only one-on-one match you and I had together, I won!
Tyson stands up straight, letting a chuckle escape his lips.
Tyson: ...You won? if I recall, wasn't that match a disqualification?! Meaning you won on a technicality. You still never pinned me or forced me to submit -- much like the rest of the ECF roster!
Alan Christopher: Excuses again? You know the old saying -- "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." A win is a win is a win...and thus, I'm 1-0 -- undefeated even -- in one-on-one contests versus the "mighty" Tyson Phoenix! You're telling me, that you, and your ego, will allow you to sit back and stay retired, while knowing that fact to be a true statement?
Tyson remains silent.
Alan Christopher: You've gone soft, then.
Tyson's expression changes to anger at Alan's last comment. He steps forward to get in Alan's face. Alan smirks before backing off, through the doorway to the office. He looks over his shoulder, finally speaking again.
Alan Christopher: You know it doesn't need to be a full comeback, right? Just a single match. I'm mostly retired from active competition too. But if there's one thing I've always got time for...it's kicking an old acquaintance's ass.
Alan walks away, leaving Tyson to stew in the revelation of this challenge. Seconds later, Gunner Hughes comes walking through the doorway looking behind him holding a business card.
Gunner: Who in the hell was that? He just handed me this card with a big smile on his face and said see you soon.
Gunner then reads the card in his hand.
Gunner: Alan Christopher…from ACE? What was he doing here?
Tyson still appears to be lost in thought as he stares at the doorway where his old acquaintance just walked out of. Tyson then snaps out of it and glances at Gunner, a menacing looking smile beginning to form on his face.
Tyson: Oh him? He was uh...just here to make sure everything was all set for the UWL World Heavyweight Champion Gunner Hughes to make his appearance in Ace next month.
Gunner hesitates for a second and then nods.
Gunner: Yeah…well is it?
Tyson: Oh indeed it is. In fact, Alex Morgan is coming back to run the NAW again so my work here is about to be finished soon. Maybe I’ll tag along with you over to ACE and watch the show.
Gunner shrugs.
Gunner: Fine by me. I can’t wait to see what it’s like over there.
Tyson nods his head, smiling with anticipation as he folds his hands together and laughs.
Tyson: Me either Gunner…me either.
The scene fades and then cuts back to ringside where Rebecca is ready to announce the main event.
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Post by Gunner Hughes on Dec 23, 2014 1:05:51 GMT -5
Corey Bull vs Jason Price Special Guest Referee - NAW Champion Alaric Trudeau
“Man that you Fear” by Marilyn Corey plays.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first…from San Diego, California, weighing 210 pounds….Jason Price!!
The fans are booing as Jason Price walks out from the back and makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Gould: You know I have to hand it to Jason Price, he sure has come a long way since he arrived in the NAW.
Torres: Yeah I agree. Who would have thought that we’d see him manifest from the naive by-the-book NAW rookie into single minded beast that he is today?
Gould: Well whether you like him or hate him, Jason Price has proven that he belongs in the main event here in the NAW.
The fans sitting at ringside have their arms outstretched so that Jason Price can slap their hands on his way to the ring, but Jason ignores them and stares straight ahead at the ring. He climbs inside and walks to his corner, then his music stops and “You‘re Going Down“ by Sick Puppies starts play out of the sound system. The lights start to dim around the stage as a little smoke trails across it.
Rebecca: And introducing his opponent from The Great Northwoods….weighing 385 pounds….he is “The Hatebringer” Corey Bull!!
Corey Bull walks out onto the entrance ramp with his logger’s chain in his hand and the crowd erupts with cheers for the villainous hero. Corey Bull walks to the ring with his eyes focused on the square circle. The fans cheer on the monster as he climbs up and into the ring.
Gould: And speaking of beasts, here’s Cory Bull…the man who also wants to get his hands on the NAW Championship.
Torres: Yeah and with Corey being the warrior he is, there’s no way he’s taking a shot at the largest prize in the promotion lightly.
Corey stands in the center of the ring and raises his fist with the chain into the air as camera flashes light up the arena. Explosions go off on the ramp in the shape of a mushroom cloud as Bull looks out over the crowd and the lights come up. The chain is dumped over the side and he takes off the prison shirt and tosses it into the crowd, getting ready for a fight. His music then comes to a stop and the lights darken as Breaking Benjamin's "Polyamorous" plays. As the song intro begins, torches light from either side of the entrance way and brighten the curtain.
Rebecca: And introducing the special guest referee for this match, from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing 205 pounds, he is the NAW Champion…“The Crescent City Saint’ Alaric Trudeau!!
Alaric Trudeau's face is illuminated and the look of evil content frightens the audience. Alaric casually strolls through the curtain, before marching down the aisle with the NAW Championship fitted around his waist. The crowd provides a mixed reaction, which does not go unnoticed by Alaric. He stops at ringside for just a brief moment to absorb this change. Alaric walks up the stairs and climbs to the top turnbuckle, removing his title belt and raising it high in the air, before dropping feet first into the ring and looking across at Bull and Price with a smile. Alaric hands the title belt off to the referee and his music comes to a stop.
Gould: Just look at the smug grin on the face of the champion. He knows that both of these men want that title belt.
Torres: Yeah well wanting something in the NAW and actually being able to take it are two very different things. Last month Alaric dethroned the longest reigning NAW Champion in our company’s history to win that title belt so I can guarantee you that there’s no way he’s letting it go while he still draws breath.
Alaric signals for the timekeeper to ting the bell and the match gets underway.
Price and Bull begin to circle and size each other up for a few moments and then they lock up. Corey uses his size difference to take the early advantage with a knee to Price’s midsection. He then pounds on Price’s back with a few hard forearm shots and end flurry with a right hook, left hook, throat thrust combo to floor Price. Bull lifts Price to his feet and whips him into the corner. Corey then follows Price in for a closeline but Price gets his boot up and kicks Corey in the face to send him staggering backward a few steps. Price then runs up and nails him with a dropkick to send him to the mat.
Gould: Nice counter by Jason Price!
Jason Price lifts Corey Bull to his feet and works him over with a few forearm shots and then he barely manages to get Bull up to slam him to the mat with a bodyslam. Price then runs to the ropes to come running back and hit Corey with a jumping legdrop. Price gets to his feet and taunts the fans as they boo him. Alaric points to the fallen Corey Bull and reminds Price that he has a job to do and price flips Alaric the middle finger.
Gould: Well I guess Jason Price didn’t want Alaric’s advice.
Torres: Yeah well he’s lucky that Alaric doesn’t disqualify him for assault. That finger of Jason’s came pretty close to his face!
Corey slowly gets to his feet and Price greets him with a boot to the head. Corey is staggered but he manages to lash out and hit Price with a thrusting throat uppercut. Price is stunned for a moment but he recovers quickly and throws another huge haymaker at Corey. Telegraphing the punch though, Corey ducks and Price spins around, completely missing him. Corey then grabs Price from behind and sends him flying backward with a release german suplex.
Torres: And now it’s Corey Bull with an amazing counter!
Gould: Yeah he sent Price cartwheeling across the ring.
Corey stays on Price with some boots to his midsection as he’s getting to his feet. He then grabs Price and slams him to the mat again with a gutwrench powerbomb. Price lands hard on the mat and holds his back in pain as Corey smiles and enjoys his handiwork. Corey lays into Price with a few more stomps and then grabs both of his legs, turning Price over into a texas cloverleaf. Alaric gets down in front of Price and checks for the submission as Corey tightens his grip.
Gould: Oh my, the texas cloverleaf.
Torres: Yeah and with 385 pounds of pressure applied…this can’t feel good at all!
Price screams in pain but refuses to give up as the Alaric is in his face laughing at him and asking if he’s had enough. Jason Price flails his arms back and forth to attempt to break the hold but Corey holds his grip firmly. Price then finally manages to scoot himself closer to the edge of the ring and hook his hand on the bottom rope and Alaric calls for Corey to break the hold. Corey reluctantly lets go and waits as Price gets back to his feet. Corey whips him hard to the corner turnbuckle again and then when Prices comes stumbling back out he runs up and plants him on the canvas with swinging sidewalk slam. Corey drops down and covers Price and Alaric makes the count.
1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . Kick out!
Corey sits up and looks at Alaric, an angry look in his eyes.
Gould: Well that count was about as slow as you can get, and Corey Bull is not happy.
Torres: He better not do anything stupid, otherwise Alaric will disqualify him and award the match to Jason Price.
Corey stands up and glares at Alaric and Alaric looks back at him with an innocent expression, acting like he has no clue why Corey is upset. Corey lifts Price to his feet and winds up for a punch but Price blocks it and counters with a kick to Corey’s gut. Corey keels over and Price drives him headfirst into the mat with a DDT. Price with the cover and Alaric counts.
1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . Kick out!
Torres: Barely a 2 count there.
Gould: Are you kidding me? Now it’s Price who gets the slow count.
Price gets to his feet and shoves Alaric in anger. Alaric staggers back a few steps but then charges back and shoves Price, holding two fingers in the air to indicate a two count. Price shakes his head in disgust and turns his attention back to Corey Bull as Alaric smiles. Corey is slowly getting back up and Price runs up and drops Corey with a superkick to the face. Price pulls Corey back to his feet and irish whips him hard to the corner. He then runs in after Corey and crushes him with a shoulder charge, then he follows that up by grabbing the middle ropes on each side of Corey and delivering a few more shoulder charges to his midsection. Price then grabs Corey by the head and leads him out to the center of the ring. Price lifts Corey up for a suplex, but is unable to get him all the way up and Corey instead suplexes Jason to the mat. Jason gets back up and comes after Corey but Corey catches him and slams him to the mat with an STO. Corey covers Jason and Alaric makes the count.
1 . . . . . Two . . . . Kick Out!
Torres: No! Just a two count!
Gould: Well at least that count was a little faster.
Both men stay down for a few seconds and then begin to get up at the same time. They meet in the center of the ring and Corey is about to grab Price when Price dropkicks him in the knee. Corey falls to one knee and then Price again dropkicks him, this time right in the face, to send him to the mat.
Price leaps up and lands a huge elbow to Corey’s midsection, then gets up and again starts to yell at the fans sitting at ringside who are cheering for Corey Bull.
Torres: Jason Price is reminding these fans who’s in control in this match.
Gould: Yeah well he better quit wasting time and keep his attention on Corey Bull.
Price kicks Corey in the gut as he’s getting up and then starts to lift him up in a piledriver position. Corey shifts his weight however, and again Price can’t get him up. Corey flips Price over his shoulders, but Price manages to land on his feet behind Corey! Corey spins around and Price is right there with another superkick!
Gould: This could be it!
Torres: No way!
Corey falls to the mat and Price covers him as Alaric counts.
1 . . . . 2 . . . . Kick Out!
Torres: Almost a three count!
Gould: Still not the fastest count by Alaric but at least he’s doing his job.
Price sits up with a look of rage in his eyes as he again sees Alaric holding up two fingers and smiling at him. Deciding against arguing again however, Price just stays focused on Corey and grabs him as he’s slowly getting back to his feet. Before Price can do anything else though, Corey lashes out with a hard punch to the face and staggers Price backward a few steps. Price shakes it off and comes running back at him, but Corey scoops him up and plants him on the mat with his finishing move, the Downward Spiral. Corey slowly crawls over and covers Jason Price, and Alaric makes the count.
1 . . . . 2 . . . Jason gets his foot on the rope! . . . 3!
Alaric calls for the bell.
Torres: What? What happened?
Gould: Well Jason Price got his foot on the rope before the three count but I’m not sure Alaric seen it! Either that, or he didn’t care!
Alaric raises Corey’s arm in the air and his music plays once more.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner….Corey Bull!!
Gould: Well Corey Bull wins this match, but I don’t think Jason price is going to be very happy about it.
Torres: Of course he won’t be happy Gould, he lost! Nobody is happy about losing!
Gould: Well Alaric might have some explaining to do after this. Who knows whether he inadvertently missed that foot on the rope or he did it on purpose?
The timekeeper hands Alaric the NAW Championship back he turns and sees Corey Bull celebrating his win. Suddenly, Jason Price is back up and he pushes Alaric backward a few steps, yelling at him and pointing down to the rope. Alaric pretends that he is clueless and looks as if he’s about to back down, but then like a rattlesnake he lashes out and clobbers Jason Price in the head with the title belt! Corey Bull stops celebrating to turn and see the scuffle, but if too late to react as Alaric is already flying through the air and he nails Corey Bull in the face with the title belt too!
Gould: My god, the NAW Champion has just taken out both contenders!
Torres: Yeah I don’t think he cares much about the controversy of this match tonight Gould, he just wants to send a message. And I’d say that message was just send loud and clear to the entire NAW.
Both Jason price and Corey Bull are laid out and Alaric stands over them with his NAW Championship raised in the air and an evil looking smirk on his face as Meltdown fades to black.
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