Post by Alice White on Jan 21, 2013 12:31:41 GMT -5
Meltdown #1
We fade in on a globe, spinning and spinning. As it spins, it begins to speed up as "Now We Run" by Steve Vai plays in the background. It spins very fast now as the view zooms in on the Northeast US region, and we do a camera "fly over" before cutting to shots of NAW Superstars(but from the WBSW shows). It cuts to the Stabler Arena now, a small arena, but good for a relaunch, and it is filled to the brim, and every fan is on their feet. We cut to several signs around the crowd, ranging from "'Stunned' Steven Yellow" to "Down at Fraggle Rock!" When we aren't focused on the signs, we see a pyrotechnic display go off on the stage around the video screen. The screen isn't huge, and the display isn't the best ever, but they work well enough to make the crowd go nuts.
We then cut to the commentary table at ringside, and we see our two reporters(now commentators) that we've had to learn to love, Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres. Gould is rocking the business casual look with a very nice looking button down, while Torres has on an NAW official hooded sweatshirt.
Gould: Welcome everyone to the launch of North Atlantic Wrestling! We've got a packed arena here tonight, and everyone wants to be a part of the history as we reinvent ourselves to make this a huge night!
Torres: That's right, Gould! And I think I might just start believing in Alex Morgan. This man can do a lot more than share a name with an Olympic soccer star!
Gould: That's right Jim!The music cuts and we hear "Tom Sawyer" by Rush replace it. And here he comes now!
Alex Morgan is seen on the stage after a few seconds. He walks down the ramp, microphone in hand, greeting some of the fans in the front row. He goes to one side of the ring and climbs up the ring stairs, getting into the ring as his music fades out.
Morgan: Welcome everybody, to the first edition of North Atlantic Wrestling's very own Sunday Night Meltdown!
The crowd erupts, and Morgan moves the microphone from his face, clearly proud of what he's got going here.
Morgan: Believe it or not, there are crew, staff, and other people backstage, who think that this wasn't a good idea. They argued with me the whole way about what we should do.
The crowd boos. They clearly love the re-branding of the place, and this makes Morgan even giddier.
Morgan: There are a number of people though who have been incredibly supportive, and we all agree that this is a step in the right direction for us. We have an incredible show for you tonight, but first, as is tradition...he laughs ...I have a few announcements.
Mixed reaction.
Torres: Come on! We want action!
Morgan: Firstly, regarding St. Valentine's Day Massacre...we will have an eight man tournament that evening, and the winner will be crowned the NAW TV Champion. He will the defend his title at least once every other show.
Crowd pop.
Morgan: I have yet to name the participants of this tournament, but they will be announced over time, and the list can be found on our website as well. Secondly, we have managed to sign a lot of new talents to our roster, as well as a new member to our staff. You will see every new star at some point tonight, but please allow me to introduce our ring announcer, the lovely Rebecca Malone!
The music plays as Rebecca makes her way down the ramp. Lots of catcalls and whistles from the college guys in the audience. She has her dark hair up in a ponytail, but is wearing a sparkling black dress, as well as sparkling pumps to match it. She climbs the ring stairs and is assisted into the ring by Morgan. He smiles and gets her a microphone.
Morgan: Now I'm sure you know how to do this job, and I am a very busy man. Please, take it from here.
He smiles to her and gets out of the ring, bringing his microphone to the table and then heading up the ramp as his music plays again. Rebecca looks awful nervous as we prepare for our first match of the evening and cut to a commercial.
"Hollywood" Matt Bridges vs Todd Morrison
We come back from commercial as Matt Bridges is on his way to the ring. He slides in, and is ambushed immediately by Morrison with stomps.
Torres: Oh man, why all the violence?
Gould: Looks like Morrison wants to prove some talent to us.
Bridges basically explodes to his feet, and Morrison takes a few steps back. He throws some punches at Morrison and whips him into the ropes. He hits him then with a very hard Dropkick. He hops right back up and drops Morrison immediately with a DDT, planting him right into the mat. He covers immediately.
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Morrison kicks out. Bridges gets up and whips Morrison to the corner, then runs at him and hits him hard with a corner splash! As Morrison staggers out of the corner in a daze, and as he passes Bridges, he lands a Killswitch. He covers again.
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THREE! Bridges picked up a quick victory here, and he holds an arm high in victory as we cut to another commercial.
-“Do you see this man?”
The shaky camera peeks out from a corner, Fate stands draped in dark clothing, wrapping his wrists. There is an audible groan from the man holding the camera, Fate doesn’t hear it, continuing with his ritualistic pre-performance routine.
-“This man walks around glorifying some church, draping all that clothing, emulating an image that is so ridiculous, how does he take himself serious? He’s apparently killed people too, which is totally plausible and completely not a total lie to try and get himself over as a badass. Hey, I dunno if there are any agencies out there trying to hunt down murderers or anything, but I suppose hiding as a complete failure of a wrestler on television is the safest hiding place in the world to get away from those agencies right? Wouldn’t you guys think?”
“He’s a liar, a fake, an idiot. He deserves what’s coming to him.”
The man brings a pipe up and taps the lens ever so slightly, followed by a chuckle.
The camera slowly peaks into the room, Fate is stretching against the wall, warming up his quads, stretching out his legs. The camera stalks its way into the room, slowly coming up onto the man, impressively quiet, or perhaps the passing of individuals has been such a routine in these parts, Fate cared not to pay attention. It’s not until the unknown man speaks up that he turns.
: “Do you mind if I tape this?”
He turns
Fate:”Hu-“
Without a moment to truly react the camera flings it’s self in hectic mode as a pipe is straddled across the chin. Fate drops, but he isn’t down, crawling along the floor, grasping at what might be a broken jaw. The Camera refocuses with the sounds of panting, another shot down across the back, repeated and uninterrupted by the gasping and grunts out of Fate. The camera man roughly places the camera down on a chair, letting it fall over, the screen turning side on as a hooded man stalks his prey, twirling the pipe before unleashing a repeated flurry of shots, backing off after a few have left a sturdy mark. The attacker drops the pipe on the floor next to the broken and battered man, the loud clang battering its self throughout the room, rolling along the concrete once again.
: “Rejoice.”
Palm the camera.
We come back and see Rebecca in the ring, microphone in hand. After a few seconds, the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song starts to play. Everyone is absolutely confused.
Rebecca: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bel Air... He stands at 10 feet tall and weighs in at a thousand pounds... Fizz!
After the introduction, a midget appears onstage, dancing to the song.
Torres: This is a joke, right? Where's Fizz at? Get the midget out of here!
Gould: Jim... The midget is Fizz.
Torres: This is a god damn wrestling event, not a comedy club? Why the jokes?
The lights black out for about 30 seconds, and when they come back on, we see fizz, lying motionless and bloodied in the arena as everyone looks on in shock.
Torres: Uh...what did we just see, exactly?
Gould: I don't know. We'll be right back.
Commercial
Gould: What the hell happened here? Well be right back ladies and gentlemen.
We cut to the back to see Mitch Thompson and a few staff members putting a huge board up on the wall. It has a big bracket on it, and at the top it reads "TV Title Tourn." They finish putting it up, and Mitch turns his head to see a flood of new superstars walking around, first seeing Kandi Washington and her entire entourage, then Erik Northrup, then even seeing a couple masked guys. He looks back at the bracket and the guys hanging it.
Mitch: I think we might need a bigger board.
The two staff members look at each other and start pulling the board off the wall as we cut.
Sebastian Jankowski vs Jimmy Ferguson
We come back from commercial and see Ferguson standing in the ring with Rebecca Malone. She is wearing a huge smile, and Jimmy Ferguson looks to be getting ready. After a few seconds, everyone is looking at the ramp after we hear "Bulls on Parade" blast through the system.
Gould: Here's the red-white kid, Sebastian Jankowski! One hell of a competitor.
Torres: He hasn't won a match yet.
Gould: He's had two, give him some time to adapt to the American style, Torres.
Jankowski runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, holding an arm high and the crowd cheers him on. He hops onto a turnbuckle.
Rebecca: Making his way to the ring, from Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
He hops down and looks at Ferguson, and the bell rings. Both men run to the center and meet in a lock up, with Ferguson coming out on top. He whips Jankowski into the corner, and hits him with a corkscrew Shoulderblock. They both get back up and Jankowski ducks an Enziguiri, hitting Ferguson with his own heel kick. He covers Ferguson, but can't even get a full one count out of it. He picks Ferguson up and hits him hard with a knee to the midsection, then a knee to the face, and ends the series with a Headbutt.
Gould: Jankowski looks focused tonight! He could pick up a victory tonight, which would mean a lot to him.
Jankowski whips Ferguson into the ropes and drops him with a Hip Toss, then he hurries to the corner. He comes out of the corner with a falling Dropkick to hit Ferguson in the jaw. He covers again.
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Ferguson kicks out. Jankowski hops right up to his feet and grabs Ferguson roughly by the back of his neck. He pulls him to the corner and slams his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly, then he tosses Ferguson roughly to the mat. He waits, and kicks Ferguson in the ribs a few times when he gets his stomach off the ground. He climbs up onto the top rope and dives off hitting a Diving Crossbody. He then hops to his feet and poses, much to the crowd's applause.
Gould: Here it comes!
Jankowski hits the Backflip Disaster and covers Ferguson, hooking the leg and picking up the sing along three count.
Rebecca: Here is your winner...Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski climbs one of the turnbuckles as Bulls on Parade plays and we cut.
Ciale Murphy vs Marty Domingo
As we get back from another break, Ciale Murphy slides into the ring. Marty Domingo goes after him, but Ciale side steps, and Marty runs full on into the turnbuckle. As he turns around, he is tossed across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Marty gets up and is tackled, then Ciale begins throwing punches rapidly until Higgins gets him off. Marty has no time to get himself ready again though before he is whipped into the ropes, and Ciale shows a great display with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! He covers!
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TW-Domingo isn't done yet.
Gould: Nice save!
Ciale picks him up, and after a Double Knee Backbreaker, he follows it up with his patented World of Destruction, and you can stick a fork in Domingo. Ciale with a quick three count, and the match is over!
Cthulhuson vs Flores vs Northrup vs Price
As we cut back to the ring, we've already got Luca Flores in the ring. The crowd is pumped as he does his trademark backflip off of the top rope, and turns to the stage, getting pumped to go. After a few seconds, we hear "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Marshall. Most of the crowd is confused, while a few members of the audience do know this name, and he is getting mixed reviews from those who do know him. After a few seconds, we get our first glimpse of Cthulhuson. He appears alongside his manager.
Rebecca: The first opponent, hailing from the dark crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts....Cthulhuson!
He gets into the ring as his manager takes a spot next to the ring, up close to the action. He stands for a short time, just staring into the eyes of Luca Flores, as his music cuts and the lights come back up. This time, "Indestructable" by Disturbed blasts over the PA. Besides a few metal heads in the crowd, the fans don't enjoy it. Shortly after the music plays, a mammoth of a man appears on the stage.
Gould: Holy cow, this guy is massive. He is like three times the size of Luca in there.
Torres: He's a big boy, and he's up against some little competition. This should be fun.
He tears down the ramp and slaps some fans' hands, but it's clear he doesn't care about them, he just needs them out of the way. He slides into the ring and looks at the two smaller men in the ring, a smirk crossing his face.
Rebecca: The next opponent, from Boulder, Colorado... The Indestructible Erik Northrup!
Gets some boos already, even though he has yet to debut. These fans seem to know. Finally we hear "I Am Hell(Sonata in C#)" by Machine Head. Jay Price comes out and is ready to go. He doesn't even bother with anything fancy, as he charges down the ramp and slides into the ring. He is immediately Clotheslined by Northrup and the bell rings. He and Northrup exchange right hands for a few seconds while Luca and Cthulhuson throw some technical moves out there. In no time at all, Jay Price is sent over the top rope with a Clothesline. Northrup slides out, and he is hit with a Spear by Price.
Torres: These two men are beastly, and they're just absolutely taking every issue they've every had out on each other!
Cthulhuson whips Luca into the ropes and sends him to the mat with a Headscissors Takedown. They both hop right back up, and Cthulhuson shows us his technical prowess a little bit as he locks in a quick Armbar, then after getting a good shot, he kicks back to hit Luca in the face. He covers quickly.
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Luca gets a shoulder up. Cthulhuson doesn't seem bothered as he whips Luca into the corner. He runs and hits him in the side of the head with an Enziguiri, which puts him on the mat.
Gould: Could hear that thud through the whole arena!
On the outside, Raven Nevermoore is trying to avoid being caught up in the drama between Northrup and Price. Price throws Northrup into the guardrail, and he looks around to see the crowd, shaking his head in disgust at what he sees. He picks Northrup up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in himself right after. He gets up and is hit hard with a Spinning Heel Kick from Cthulhuson, who then continues to attack Luca. He goes to DDT Luca, but it gets reversed into a Bridging Suplex, and Higgins would have counted, but Northrup was there to break it before it got off the ground.
Gould: A great wrestling display we have here, and what a way to kick off our new start!
Northrup now has control of this match after a huge shot he gave to Cthulhuson with a vicious European Uppercut that sends him back a few steps, followed immediately by a huge Spear. He throws Cthulhuson carelessly out onto the floor outside, and he turns around just in time to block a punch from Luca, as he twists the hand and Headbutts him to get him back. He then lifts Luca in a Military Press, even going so far as to lift him up and down a few times before dropping him hard on the mat. Price is back up by now though, and the two go to battle again, before Price takes control with an Armbar followed by a few kicks to the chest, and finally and DDT that plants Northrup into the mat hard. Eventually, these two find their way into the crowd, and the camera loses sight of them.
Back in the ring, Cthulhuson is just absolutely dominating Luca, as he throws all sorts of wicked things at him, mostly a lot of brilliant technical display. Luca gets the upper hand so he can get to the top rope, but Cthulhuson is ready to go quickly and runs over, jumping on the ropes like a spider monkey, and hitting Luca in the face with a ridiculous Enziguiri!
Gould: Oh my God, what a kick!
Cthulhuson gets Luca back into the ring, and after a few seconds, he hits the Necronomicon! He covers, getting the sing along three count and the victory as we go to a commercial.
Stagehand: “HELP!”
The vibrating image of a camera’s live stream is the first image to hit us. We see a door in the foreground, a stage hand rushing out, high pitch yelps for assistance shriek for attention. The Savvy camera man is second on scene, pushing the men’s locker room door open, carnage greeting the lens. Laying sprawled, contorted, bleeding, and with a pipe mere centimeters from his body is Luca Flores. ‘Flash’ gurgles some sort of vocal response as the camera man stutters in his step, not sure what to do. Pausing for a moment he takes in the surrounding, broken wood from the bench, chairs thrown hap hazzardly, shirts, travel bags, tooth paste, ring gear, are all thrown asunder from an apparent struggle.
The Camera Jerks forward, the camera man being bumped forward when the medical crew bursts into the room, Alex Morgan following in toe.
Alex: “What happened here!”
The stagehand that had gone for assistance is back now, shaking, adrenaline running through his veins, out of breath.
Stagehand: “I just found him like this, he didn’t say anything when I tried to talk to him sir, he just kinda moaned, tried to move, and asked for help.”
Medic: “He’s got a broken rib sir.”
Alex: “Who did this!”
Alex stomps his foot, sternly looking for some sort of response.
Stagehand: “I don’t know, but I found this next to the body.”
The stage hand pries into his pocket, pulling out a note, unfolding it and handing it to the chairmen. Alex stares back, confused. He crumples up the paper and tosses it on the ground.
Alex: “What the Hell is “Rejoice” supposed to mean?”
Virgil Keenan vs Toshiro Matsuda
As we cut back to the arena, Toshiro is on his way to the ring as Keenan comes running out and attacks him from behind, tackling him to the ground. He slams him into the guardrails a few times, then once into the ring stairs, before tossing him into the ring. He slides in and Lansing rings the bell. Keenan is absolutely ruthless, just tossing Toshiro around the ring a little bit. After about two minutes of this absolute dominance, Keenan connects Backbreaker after Backbreaker with his signature Back Blitz. Just when we think he's done though, he proves us wrong with a series of Suplexes, ending these with a DDT to plant Toshiro onto the mat.
Torres: What a display!
Gould: Just pin the man already, why the excessive beating?
After Keenan locks in a Texas Cloverleaf, Toshiro is tapping within seconds. Keenan locks in the hold tighter after the bell rings though, and Lansing isn't doing anything to stop it! After Keenan lets go, he drags Toshiro to the corner and sits him on the turnbuckle. He then pulls him off over his shoulders, marching to the middle of the ring. He suddenly drops down as Toshiro hits the mat with his neck.
Torres: BURRRRRRRRNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!
Virgil looks at his handiwork as he leaves the ring to boos from the crowd.
Kandi Washington vs Loco
Kandi Washington is waiting in the ring, her male bodyguard Drake Knight at ringside. We hear "Lost Control" by Unwritten Law hit, and Loco appears. He is half way down the ramp and Knight spears him into the guardrail. He picks him up and slams him to the mat with a huge Spinebuster, then proceeds to stomp on him. After a few seconds of this, he rolls Loco into the ring. This is another Mark Lansing officiated match, so he just lets this slide. Washington picks Loco up and slams him to the mat with a DDT, then grabs his face and slams it into the mat repeatedly.
Gould: Seems we've lost all control of our show since the switch, eh?
Torres: I know! Alex Morgan was actually going to make this poor young woman fight a man! How dare he!
Gould: Please tell me you're kidding.
She covers, and drake holds Loco's legs down to the mat while Lansing counts the three.
Gould: This is absolutely ridiculous. I don't know how much of this I can take.
David Fraggle & Mitch Thompson vs Gunner Hughes & Diego Martinez
We come back from commercial as "To Kill a Stranger" by Fozzy hits. After a few seconds, we see David Fraggle on the stage. He looks around the crowd, a slight grin on his face as he walks down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
He slides into the ring and runs to a turnbuckle, his arms raised high in the air. He hops down and instantly it cuts to "Thick is the Skin" by Skid Row. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to this, as after a short wait, we see Mitch Thompson standing on the stage in his wrestling gear.
Rebecca: And his partner, from Williamsport, PA... Mitch Thompson!
Mitch walks down the ramp slowly, sliding into the ring and walking over to Fraggle's corner, as he reaches out for a hand shake. Fraggle reluctantly agrees.
Gould: We haven't seen him wrestle in a while, he may have to shake the cobwebs out.
Torres: Kidding, right? He can't even do his security job, he won't be able to hold his own in a match here. Especially against the champ.
The lights black out, and suddenly a Spanish voice can be heard over the PA system. "Who you tryna get crazy with esé, don't you know I'm loco?" And with that, "insane in the Brain" by Cypress Hill hits the system. We hear a little clapping along with the beat as Diego Martinez and Marco Uribe appear on the stage.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from Mexico City, Mexico... Diego Martinez!
We don't get a whole lot of reaction here, but the real drama is between Fraggle and Uribe. Uribe used to be a member of Los Conquistadores, but has since been hoping to change the way he's seen by his peers, as he's taken a liking to the area and company. Uribe and Fraggle lock eyes as they slowly come toward the ring. Diego climbs up onto the apron and gets in as we hear that all too familiar shotgun blast, and "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple begins to play. Gunner Hughes appears on stage and holds his championship belt high for everyone to get a good look at. He smirks and slowly walks down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his partner, from Portland, Oregon... He is the North Atlantic Wrestling Champion... Gunner Hughes!
Gunner heads down the ramp, getting into the ring. He hands off the championship belt and goes to his corner with Diego, as both teams discuss strategy. Finally they decide on Mitch Thompson taking on Diego Martinez. They circle the ring and eventually lock up as Diego drops down and brings Mitch down with a wrap around the leg. He gets up and drops again, locking in a face lock on Mitch, which Mitch struggles with until he quickly reaches the rope. They get up and Diego goes crazy with kicks to the midsection, but Mitch eventually grabs one of his legs and shoves him to the mat.
Torres: All that hard work just to get pushed around a little bit. That has to be embarrassing.
Diego hops right back up to his feet and goes to tackle Mitch, who grabs him by the throat. He looks to be going for a Chokeslam, but Diego elbows him in the back a few times, forcing him to let go. Diego then gets behind him and locks him into a sleeper hold. Mitch wastes no time fighting it, and he backs up quickly into the turnbuckle, slamming Diego into the corner several times. Diego lets go, and Mitch hits him hard with an elbow, then turns around and punches him, sending him to the mat. He quickly tags in Fraggle.
Torres: Welcome to the school of hard knocks Martinez!
Fraggle picks Diego up and sets up, starting his Fraggle Rock Drop, but Diego slams him to the mat, landing hard on his tailbone. Diego then lands several Buzzsaw kicks to his back, and goes for one to his head, but Fraggle ducks. Diego senses trouble and tags in Gunner.
Gould: Here we go, a preview of our upcoming title match!
The two men stand face to face for a few seconds before Fraggle backs up and tags in Thompson, the crowd unsure to think whether this is an act of cowardice or more of a strategical move. Nonetheless, Mitch is in the ring as he and Gunner lock up, Gunner easily coming out on top in this one as he shoves Thompson to the mat. As Thompson gets up, Gunner hits him with a Clothesline. This happens a couple times, ending at about four when Gunner covers for a pin.
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Kickout. Gunner grabs Thompson and pulls him up, then proceeds to lift him and drop him immediately with a big Powerbomb.
Gould: I'm shocked that nobody went through the mat on that one.
Gunner locks in a headlock, and Mitch struggles to get a single ounce of energy to even attempt to get out of it. He does manage to get to his knees, but this just gives Gunner an opportunity to add some of his weight to Thompson's, and you can just tell its a killer for him. Thompson, after a big struggle, is finally able to grab onto the bottom rope, so Higgins gives Gunner a five count, all of which Gunner can use so as to keep the hold in without being disqualified. The advantage is kept to the Gunner/Alvarez side of things as Fraggle keeps cheering Thompson on.
Gould: Youd almost think Morgan was trying to get Fraggle in a tight spot intentionally, him and Thompson have a violent history.
Torres: That's just the way the cookie crumbles I guess.
Thompson dodges an attempt at a big boot and instead manages to put a knee to Gunner's ribs after rebounding off the ropes. He hurries over and tags in Fraggle. Fraggle instantly goes over to Gunner and applies an Armbar from behind, pulling Gunner to his feet. He goes for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Gunner is able to force his weight down and keep himself grounded. He reverses this and sends Fraggle to his back on the mat instead. He whips Fraggle into the corner, and when he goes over to do anything at all, Diego tags himself in. Gunner just stares at Diego, not looking happy at all about the blind tag.
Torres: Looks like Mr. Martinez is gonna get himself into some big trouble.
Diego starts kicking Fraggle, as Gunner gets out of the ring onto the apron. As Diego lifts Fraggle up onto the turnbuckle, so he's sitting on the top, he goes to pick himself up onto the turnbuckle as well, but Fraggle kicks him in the leg, and he hits the mat, and Fraggle picks him up by the neck, wrapping his arm around as he swings himself around and plants Diego onto the mat with a tornado DDT. He covers quickly.
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Diego gets a shoulder up just before the three, and it's made official that this is not over yet. Fraggle picks Diego up and throws him across the ring with a release belly to belly Suplex, and as Diego gets back up again, Fraggle tries to set up for the Fraggle Rock Drop, but he is instead sent outside of the ring with an Arm Drag from Diego, and he rolls out onto the floor. Uribe stays away from Fraggle so as not to look shady as well. Fraggle gets up, staring at Uribe for a second, which leads to him being hit hard with a baseball slide from Diego. Diego rolls Fraggle back into the ring and covers.
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Shoulder up! Diego gets up, as does Fraggle, as Fraggle whips Diego into the corner of Mitch and himself. Fraggle goes for a corner splash, but Diego ducks, and Mitch sighs as he tags himself in. Diego hurries over to Gunner and tags him in, as Gunner hits Mitch hard with a fist to the head. He picks Mitch up and whips him to the ropes, hitting him with Buckshot as he comes back. Thompson is utterly flat, and Gunner looks at Fraggle, then covers. He only gets a two though, Thompson gets a shoulder up! Gunner picks him up and slams him to the mat, then locks in his Full Metal Jacket, which forces Mitch to tap out. Gunner lets go as he and Fraggle exchange glares and we cut.
We cut to a hand coming off of a camera, a man walks away dressed in a Misfit’s Hoodie. You can hear a bunch of grunting and noise off screen until the hooded figure slowly comes back into sight, not alone though, as he’s dragging an unconscious man by his arms.
: “You’ll have to excuse my amateurish set up here, just give me a moment.”
With that, and one good heave, the hooded man props what can now seen as Estaban Almeida against the colored brick wall, a small stream of blood trickling down from his forehead. The hooded man grabs a chair off screen and sets it up next to the man, stepping back and eyeing the set up. With a nod, the hooded man grabs the camera, placing it onto the chair, positioned just off center of the glazed over eyes of the former boxer. With that, the hooded man sits down next to him and drapes his arm over the low moaning wrestler, perfectly in sight. The buddy-buddy set up reveals the face, well sort of, of the man committing the atrocities through the night. He wears a mask, but that’s all you need to identify him.
“Hello everyone, my name is Virgil Keenan, and this here is my buddy Esteban, you might all remember him from nothing important at all. Me on the other hand, have preformed so diligently, so fascinatingly, so interestingly, that within a few hours, including my debut match, I’ve have left more of an impact then this poor, poor boy. See, earlier this week, I spoke about stagnation, complacency, irrelevancy, that I wanted the NAW to wake up, so upon my arrival, I figured I’d let you all know I was serious.”
“Dead serious.”
Virgil holds up his pipe, tapping it under the chin of Estaban.
“Everyone tonight is a perpetrator of their own fate, a villain, contributing to the idiocies of what has happened in NAW. Curious, as you might be, to how a man like Estaban has done anything negative to a whole organization, when he hasn’t actually contributed anything, I implore you to stop and think, is it not there that lays the issue? This man arrives, sputters some illusion to a grand career, and then contributes nothing, he sits in the back here every week, waiting, hoping that perhaps, maybe, he’ll get booked. Maybe, if he waits long enough someone will remember he’s actually employed here. He just exists, adding nothing to this show, to his own career, or to anything productive, he is by pure definition a waste of space.”
“So, I guess you can think of me as a garbage man today, cleaning up the infected, cockroach infested corpses lingering the roster. The people none of you care about, the men that gave you nothing.”
Virgil’s mask shifts a bit as he shrugs.
“Yes, perhaps not the most effective way to remedy a company that booked a snowball fight as a competition, but when you step back, I’ve at the very least rounded off the edges of mediocrity. So to that I think I’m owed a pat on the back and a handshake for a job well done. I saved you from the brain hemorrhaging that would surely result from another appearance by the man they call ‘Fate,’” the train wreck career of The Flash, and a man so disillusioned with his own grandeur, that I man handled him like a fucking toy.”
“Not to accidentally coin a catch phrase here, but you’re welcome.”
“See, it’s going to be a slow process, but I’m going to tick some people off, I’m going to piss in a bunch of fruit loops, I’m going to become a sort of catalyst, not a martyr, for this companies growth, and I’ll tell you how.”
Virgil repositions himself, talking directly into the camera, swirling the pipe around hap hazzardly.
“I’m so fucking good, so fucking talented, so absolutely perfectly crafted at what I do, at how I do it, I’m going to make you all severally mad. My ego so large, my talent so overwhelming, my light shinning so bright, you’re all going to feel so incompetent and jealous. As a result, you’re going to want to knock me down a peg, you, the wrestlers of this establishment, are going to hate me so much, hate my ego, hate the fact I’m so much better than you and every one of your champions, that beating me will become so self satisfying.”
“The problem, and this is the kicker, is I’m not fucking lying.”
“I’m really good.”
A smile.
“So when you come at me, and you try to beat me with your pitiful attempts that I swat away with back hands, round house kicks, and a really impressive rolling elbow, you’re gonna have to wake up, you’re going to have to get better.”
“That, or well, you’re going to end up like my friend here. A heap of bruised flesh.”
“The Future of NAW is here folks, I implore you, raise your glasses, Rejoice.”
Palm the camera…
Black Circle Boys vs Vice Squad
We come back from the most recent commercial to a red light flashing through the arena, as well as a siren. After a few seconds of absolute crowd eruption, the Miami Vice theme song plays. Even louder.
Gould: Here comes the greatest crimefighting duo of our time!
Torres: You call me ridiculous, yet you just said that.
Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter run out on the stage and hold their arms high to a crowd pop. They walk down the ramp and slide into the ring, running to different corners and posing. Before they can finish though, we hear "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom. Hank and Lance stand in their corner and face the stage as the Black Circle Boys come from behind the curtain, holding their newly won UWL belts high.
Torres: Here we go! It's my boys!
They walk down the ramp slowly, the crowd booing them loudly. They slide into the ring and give their belts to Eddie Higgins, the referee for this match. He hands them off to a staff member near the commentary table. The music stops, and Barry Lincoln is in the center of the ring.
Lincoln: The following match is a tag team street fight and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... The Vice Squad!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Lincoln: And their opponents, they are the United Wrestling League tag team champions.... The Black Circle Boys!
Lincoln drops out of the ring quickly and the bell rings. The four men instantly get into a huge scrum, with Sharpe going after Fenriz, and Carter after Ryder. Ryder wins the first little battle though, which sends Carter outside of the ring right away.
Gould: Wow. Wasting no time at all taking complete advantage of the street fight rules.
Ryder dives out of the ring and Carter hits the ground, and Higgins smartly calls for Lansing to come out.
Torres: It's going to be a two ref match. Smart move.
Lansing covers the battle on the outside while Higgins stays on Sharpe and Fenriz. Sharpe lands a few harsh blows to Fenriz, and backs him into a corner. He then runs back a few steps and goes for a corner leg drop, but Fenriz moves out of the way and Sharpe hits the turnbuckle with his tailbone. He holds his back in pain, but when Fenriz comes over, he hits him in the gut with his head, and when Fenriz doubles over, he hits him hard with a jumping knee to the face.
Gould: This is gonna be a violent match.
Torres: No sh*t Gould, it's a street fight.
Ryder throws Carter into the guardrail on the outside, and then runs, hitting him with a boot to the ribs. He then picks Carter up and lifts him high, slamming him to the floor on the outside with a huge rotating Spinebuster. He then lays into Carter with a flurry of punches, finishing with one that could knock out just about anyone. He covers.
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But Sharpe has an extra second and he dives over the top rope with a slingshot Leg Drop to break up the count. He lifts Ryder and rolls him into the ring, then slides into the ring right behind him. When he slides in though, he is greeted with a bunch of stomps from the Black Circle Boys. Sharpe gets to his feet slowly and starts punching both of the men viciously, doing his best to hold his own in the two on one. He knees Ryder in the ribs, but Lark comes up behind him and bites him!
Gould: Is that legal?
Torres: How many times do I have to tell you, it's a street fight, it's all legal.
Ryder is watching this ensue, shouting "NAW NAW NAW" at the top of his lungs until Carter slides into the ring. Fenriz unlatches his jaws and goes for Carter, who ducks underneath a Clothesline attempt and turns quickly to hit Fenriz with an Enziguiri. He chases Ryder out of the ring and up the ramp then, as they disappear out of sight.
Gould: We need a cameraman after them!
Sharpe and Fenriz are in the ring with each other now, as Sharpe goes to hit Fenriz with a Headscissors takedown, which gets countered and turned into a vicious Powerbomb, the crowd erupting in boos. After a few seconds now, the camera cuts into a splitscreen. We now have a cameraman following the action backstage, as well as in the ring. We see Ryder and Carter at the entrance of the arena, throwing punches back and forth, as a few of the college kids in the entranceway watch. Carter kicks Ryder in the ribs and throws him into a wall, and now we see Mark Lansing as Carter covers Ryder.
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Ryder kicks out! The students in the room that are familiar with these alignments let out a slight boo, while Carter gets to his feet. He goes over to the desk in a small side room and grabs a computer monitor, and when he gets to turning toward Ryder, he has a flaming ball thrown at him! Carter takes the fireball to the gut and drops down as he drops the computer monitor(surprisingly not breaking it) and Ryder runs and punts him in the head!
Gould: What a damn kick, Carter has to be outcold.
Torres: There is no way that Carter is getting back up now, here comes the win!
Ryder, sure enough hurries over with a Leg Drop, and then he covers as quickly as he can.
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Kickout! Jaws are hanging all over the place now, as Ryder looks around, surprised that he didn't get the win on that attempt. Back in the ring, there is still a huge back and forth battle going on, as Sharpe goes for a Clothesline, and Fenriz ducks, and Sharpe re-counters with a Pelé kick. He runs to the corner and climbs to the top rope, and dives off with a Moonsault, and as he catches a huge amount of air, Fenriz rolls out of the ring as Sharpe hits the mat roughly.
Gould: Ouch.
Torres: I don't think these guys think stuff through. You have absolutely no margin of error when it comes to the Black Circle Boys. They are violent, and they will beat you down if you take them lightly.
Fenriz grabs Sharpe by the ankles and yanks him out of the ring, as he lands on the floor face first. The crowd is booing loudly, and Fenriz plays to the crowd a bit, shouting and telling them to shut up, etc. He grabs Sharpe by the back of the head and slams his face into the top of the rail a few times. Sharpe is bloodied, and Fenriz swings him in a circle and throws him right into the guardrail now. He picks him up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after and covering.
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A shoulder up by Sharpe! Fenriz looks around and shakes his head in disgust as he kicks at a vulnerable sharpe. He goes to throw a huge punch to Sharpe's head, but Sharpe grabs his wrist and pulls him to the ground, getting up at the same time and jamming a knee into Lark's head!
Gould: That could be the spot of the night!
Torres: That was...brilliant. Absolute gold.
Ryder and Carter have now worked their way outside of the arena, and you can see the Lehigh University campus backdrop behind them. They're fighting in the parking lot, as Carter drags Ryder over to the loading dock and grabs him by the hair, slamming him face first into a bus. He does this two more times, finally throwing him down to the ground and standing over him ferociously. He picks him up and lifts him over his head to shoot for a Powerbomb, but Ryder is able to force his weight forward and drop Carter onto the pavement backward. Ryder leans back and grabs a leg, hooking it for a cover.
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Kickout again! Carter crawls to his knees and Ryder pulls him to his feet, then proceeds to lift him into the air and it turns into hell for Carter as he gets pretty much tossed into the side of the bus, leaving an even bigger dent than the one from Ryder's head.
Gould: Those two outside are taking this violence to a whole new level.
Torres: Those two outside are getting some mad props, it's so damn cold out tonight. The crazy bastards.
Carter is flat as Ryder leans on the bus. We go back into the ring where Sharpe has been putting on a clinic, with a fantastic aerial display against Fenriz. There have been multiple attempts at victory, but Sharpe just hasn't been quite able to get it yet. Sharpe gets to his feet, not exactly sure of what he needs to do to pick up the win for his team here. He throws Fenriz to the outside, and as Fenriz gets to his feet, Sharpe dives over the top rope with a huge Swan Dive, hitting it just right and sending both men over the guardrail and onto some fans!
Torres: And there's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
We see Ryder and Carter on the stage now, as they share punches back and forth. Carter goes to toss Ryder off the stage, but Ryder hangs on and puts Carter below himself as they go down, Carter going through a table and Ryder just happening to land on him. Sharpe is beating lark pretty heavily at the same time as the camera goes to split screen again. We see Sharpe cover Fenriz, and Ryder cover carter, AT THE EXACT SAME TIME. Both men get their respective three count, and get up to celebrate.
Gould: What is going on? They both picked up a three count simultaneously!
Torres: Who are the champions? We need answers!
Tom Sawyer hits as Morgan appears on the stage, all four men looking up at him from where they are.
Morgan: So it appears that both teams have scored a pinfall here at the same time, which means we have a draw on our hands. I've never had this happen before, but it surely is interesting. And since we're almost out of time, I have a solution. We only have about two minutes left on the air, which won't be enough time to reset the match, but instead you will be named co-champions, and we will settle this at St. Valentine's Day Massacre!
The crowd boos, showing that they absolutely hate the decision, as Alex Morgan backs out of the arena, and all four superstars, as well as both officials, look at each other, totally baffled by what just happened as we go off the air.
We fade in on a globe, spinning and spinning. As it spins, it begins to speed up as "Now We Run" by Steve Vai plays in the background. It spins very fast now as the view zooms in on the Northeast US region, and we do a camera "fly over" before cutting to shots of NAW Superstars(but from the WBSW shows). It cuts to the Stabler Arena now, a small arena, but good for a relaunch, and it is filled to the brim, and every fan is on their feet. We cut to several signs around the crowd, ranging from "'Stunned' Steven Yellow" to "Down at Fraggle Rock!" When we aren't focused on the signs, we see a pyrotechnic display go off on the stage around the video screen. The screen isn't huge, and the display isn't the best ever, but they work well enough to make the crowd go nuts.
We then cut to the commentary table at ringside, and we see our two reporters(now commentators) that we've had to learn to love, Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres. Gould is rocking the business casual look with a very nice looking button down, while Torres has on an NAW official hooded sweatshirt.
Gould: Welcome everyone to the launch of North Atlantic Wrestling! We've got a packed arena here tonight, and everyone wants to be a part of the history as we reinvent ourselves to make this a huge night!
Torres: That's right, Gould! And I think I might just start believing in Alex Morgan. This man can do a lot more than share a name with an Olympic soccer star!
Gould: That's right Jim!The music cuts and we hear "Tom Sawyer" by Rush replace it. And here he comes now!
Alex Morgan is seen on the stage after a few seconds. He walks down the ramp, microphone in hand, greeting some of the fans in the front row. He goes to one side of the ring and climbs up the ring stairs, getting into the ring as his music fades out.
Morgan: Welcome everybody, to the first edition of North Atlantic Wrestling's very own Sunday Night Meltdown!
The crowd erupts, and Morgan moves the microphone from his face, clearly proud of what he's got going here.
Morgan: Believe it or not, there are crew, staff, and other people backstage, who think that this wasn't a good idea. They argued with me the whole way about what we should do.
The crowd boos. They clearly love the re-branding of the place, and this makes Morgan even giddier.
Morgan: There are a number of people though who have been incredibly supportive, and we all agree that this is a step in the right direction for us. We have an incredible show for you tonight, but first, as is tradition...he laughs ...I have a few announcements.
Mixed reaction.
Torres: Come on! We want action!
Morgan: Firstly, regarding St. Valentine's Day Massacre...we will have an eight man tournament that evening, and the winner will be crowned the NAW TV Champion. He will the defend his title at least once every other show.
Crowd pop.
Morgan: I have yet to name the participants of this tournament, but they will be announced over time, and the list can be found on our website as well. Secondly, we have managed to sign a lot of new talents to our roster, as well as a new member to our staff. You will see every new star at some point tonight, but please allow me to introduce our ring announcer, the lovely Rebecca Malone!
The music plays as Rebecca makes her way down the ramp. Lots of catcalls and whistles from the college guys in the audience. She has her dark hair up in a ponytail, but is wearing a sparkling black dress, as well as sparkling pumps to match it. She climbs the ring stairs and is assisted into the ring by Morgan. He smiles and gets her a microphone.
Morgan: Now I'm sure you know how to do this job, and I am a very busy man. Please, take it from here.
He smiles to her and gets out of the ring, bringing his microphone to the table and then heading up the ramp as his music plays again. Rebecca looks awful nervous as we prepare for our first match of the evening and cut to a commercial.
"Hollywood" Matt Bridges vs Todd Morrison
We come back from commercial as Matt Bridges is on his way to the ring. He slides in, and is ambushed immediately by Morrison with stomps.
Torres: Oh man, why all the violence?
Gould: Looks like Morrison wants to prove some talent to us.
Bridges basically explodes to his feet, and Morrison takes a few steps back. He throws some punches at Morrison and whips him into the ropes. He hits him then with a very hard Dropkick. He hops right back up and drops Morrison immediately with a DDT, planting him right into the mat. He covers immediately.
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Morrison kicks out. Bridges gets up and whips Morrison to the corner, then runs at him and hits him hard with a corner splash! As Morrison staggers out of the corner in a daze, and as he passes Bridges, he lands a Killswitch. He covers again.
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THREE! Bridges picked up a quick victory here, and he holds an arm high in victory as we cut to another commercial.
-“Do you see this man?”
The shaky camera peeks out from a corner, Fate stands draped in dark clothing, wrapping his wrists. There is an audible groan from the man holding the camera, Fate doesn’t hear it, continuing with his ritualistic pre-performance routine.
-“This man walks around glorifying some church, draping all that clothing, emulating an image that is so ridiculous, how does he take himself serious? He’s apparently killed people too, which is totally plausible and completely not a total lie to try and get himself over as a badass. Hey, I dunno if there are any agencies out there trying to hunt down murderers or anything, but I suppose hiding as a complete failure of a wrestler on television is the safest hiding place in the world to get away from those agencies right? Wouldn’t you guys think?”
“He’s a liar, a fake, an idiot. He deserves what’s coming to him.”
The man brings a pipe up and taps the lens ever so slightly, followed by a chuckle.
The camera slowly peaks into the room, Fate is stretching against the wall, warming up his quads, stretching out his legs. The camera stalks its way into the room, slowly coming up onto the man, impressively quiet, or perhaps the passing of individuals has been such a routine in these parts, Fate cared not to pay attention. It’s not until the unknown man speaks up that he turns.
: “Do you mind if I tape this?”
He turns
Fate:”Hu-“
Without a moment to truly react the camera flings it’s self in hectic mode as a pipe is straddled across the chin. Fate drops, but he isn’t down, crawling along the floor, grasping at what might be a broken jaw. The Camera refocuses with the sounds of panting, another shot down across the back, repeated and uninterrupted by the gasping and grunts out of Fate. The camera man roughly places the camera down on a chair, letting it fall over, the screen turning side on as a hooded man stalks his prey, twirling the pipe before unleashing a repeated flurry of shots, backing off after a few have left a sturdy mark. The attacker drops the pipe on the floor next to the broken and battered man, the loud clang battering its self throughout the room, rolling along the concrete once again.
: “Rejoice.”
Palm the camera.
We come back and see Rebecca in the ring, microphone in hand. After a few seconds, the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song starts to play. Everyone is absolutely confused.
Rebecca: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bel Air... He stands at 10 feet tall and weighs in at a thousand pounds... Fizz!
After the introduction, a midget appears onstage, dancing to the song.
Torres: This is a joke, right? Where's Fizz at? Get the midget out of here!
Gould: Jim... The midget is Fizz.
Torres: This is a god damn wrestling event, not a comedy club? Why the jokes?
The lights black out for about 30 seconds, and when they come back on, we see fizz, lying motionless and bloodied in the arena as everyone looks on in shock.
Torres: Uh...what did we just see, exactly?
Gould: I don't know. We'll be right back.
Commercial
Gould: What the hell happened here? Well be right back ladies and gentlemen.
We cut to the back to see Mitch Thompson and a few staff members putting a huge board up on the wall. It has a big bracket on it, and at the top it reads "TV Title Tourn." They finish putting it up, and Mitch turns his head to see a flood of new superstars walking around, first seeing Kandi Washington and her entire entourage, then Erik Northrup, then even seeing a couple masked guys. He looks back at the bracket and the guys hanging it.
Mitch: I think we might need a bigger board.
The two staff members look at each other and start pulling the board off the wall as we cut.
Sebastian Jankowski vs Jimmy Ferguson
We come back from commercial and see Ferguson standing in the ring with Rebecca Malone. She is wearing a huge smile, and Jimmy Ferguson looks to be getting ready. After a few seconds, everyone is looking at the ramp after we hear "Bulls on Parade" blast through the system.
Gould: Here's the red-white kid, Sebastian Jankowski! One hell of a competitor.
Torres: He hasn't won a match yet.
Gould: He's had two, give him some time to adapt to the American style, Torres.
Jankowski runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, holding an arm high and the crowd cheers him on. He hops onto a turnbuckle.
Rebecca: Making his way to the ring, from Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
He hops down and looks at Ferguson, and the bell rings. Both men run to the center and meet in a lock up, with Ferguson coming out on top. He whips Jankowski into the corner, and hits him with a corkscrew Shoulderblock. They both get back up and Jankowski ducks an Enziguiri, hitting Ferguson with his own heel kick. He covers Ferguson, but can't even get a full one count out of it. He picks Ferguson up and hits him hard with a knee to the midsection, then a knee to the face, and ends the series with a Headbutt.
Gould: Jankowski looks focused tonight! He could pick up a victory tonight, which would mean a lot to him.
Jankowski whips Ferguson into the ropes and drops him with a Hip Toss, then he hurries to the corner. He comes out of the corner with a falling Dropkick to hit Ferguson in the jaw. He covers again.
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Ferguson kicks out. Jankowski hops right up to his feet and grabs Ferguson roughly by the back of his neck. He pulls him to the corner and slams his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly, then he tosses Ferguson roughly to the mat. He waits, and kicks Ferguson in the ribs a few times when he gets his stomach off the ground. He climbs up onto the top rope and dives off hitting a Diving Crossbody. He then hops to his feet and poses, much to the crowd's applause.
Gould: Here it comes!
Jankowski hits the Backflip Disaster and covers Ferguson, hooking the leg and picking up the sing along three count.
Rebecca: Here is your winner...Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski climbs one of the turnbuckles as Bulls on Parade plays and we cut.
Ciale Murphy vs Marty Domingo
As we get back from another break, Ciale Murphy slides into the ring. Marty Domingo goes after him, but Ciale side steps, and Marty runs full on into the turnbuckle. As he turns around, he is tossed across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Marty gets up and is tackled, then Ciale begins throwing punches rapidly until Higgins gets him off. Marty has no time to get himself ready again though before he is whipped into the ropes, and Ciale shows a great display with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors! He covers!
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TW-Domingo isn't done yet.
Gould: Nice save!
Ciale picks him up, and after a Double Knee Backbreaker, he follows it up with his patented World of Destruction, and you can stick a fork in Domingo. Ciale with a quick three count, and the match is over!
Cthulhuson vs Flores vs Northrup vs Price
As we cut back to the ring, we've already got Luca Flores in the ring. The crowd is pumped as he does his trademark backflip off of the top rope, and turns to the stage, getting pumped to go. After a few seconds, we hear "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Marshall. Most of the crowd is confused, while a few members of the audience do know this name, and he is getting mixed reviews from those who do know him. After a few seconds, we get our first glimpse of Cthulhuson. He appears alongside his manager.
Rebecca: The first opponent, hailing from the dark crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts....Cthulhuson!
He gets into the ring as his manager takes a spot next to the ring, up close to the action. He stands for a short time, just staring into the eyes of Luca Flores, as his music cuts and the lights come back up. This time, "Indestructable" by Disturbed blasts over the PA. Besides a few metal heads in the crowd, the fans don't enjoy it. Shortly after the music plays, a mammoth of a man appears on the stage.
Gould: Holy cow, this guy is massive. He is like three times the size of Luca in there.
Torres: He's a big boy, and he's up against some little competition. This should be fun.
He tears down the ramp and slaps some fans' hands, but it's clear he doesn't care about them, he just needs them out of the way. He slides into the ring and looks at the two smaller men in the ring, a smirk crossing his face.
Rebecca: The next opponent, from Boulder, Colorado... The Indestructible Erik Northrup!
Gets some boos already, even though he has yet to debut. These fans seem to know. Finally we hear "I Am Hell(Sonata in C#)" by Machine Head. Jay Price comes out and is ready to go. He doesn't even bother with anything fancy, as he charges down the ramp and slides into the ring. He is immediately Clotheslined by Northrup and the bell rings. He and Northrup exchange right hands for a few seconds while Luca and Cthulhuson throw some technical moves out there. In no time at all, Jay Price is sent over the top rope with a Clothesline. Northrup slides out, and he is hit with a Spear by Price.
Torres: These two men are beastly, and they're just absolutely taking every issue they've every had out on each other!
Cthulhuson whips Luca into the ropes and sends him to the mat with a Headscissors Takedown. They both hop right back up, and Cthulhuson shows us his technical prowess a little bit as he locks in a quick Armbar, then after getting a good shot, he kicks back to hit Luca in the face. He covers quickly.
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Luca gets a shoulder up. Cthulhuson doesn't seem bothered as he whips Luca into the corner. He runs and hits him in the side of the head with an Enziguiri, which puts him on the mat.
Gould: Could hear that thud through the whole arena!
On the outside, Raven Nevermoore is trying to avoid being caught up in the drama between Northrup and Price. Price throws Northrup into the guardrail, and he looks around to see the crowd, shaking his head in disgust at what he sees. He picks Northrup up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in himself right after. He gets up and is hit hard with a Spinning Heel Kick from Cthulhuson, who then continues to attack Luca. He goes to DDT Luca, but it gets reversed into a Bridging Suplex, and Higgins would have counted, but Northrup was there to break it before it got off the ground.
Gould: A great wrestling display we have here, and what a way to kick off our new start!
Northrup now has control of this match after a huge shot he gave to Cthulhuson with a vicious European Uppercut that sends him back a few steps, followed immediately by a huge Spear. He throws Cthulhuson carelessly out onto the floor outside, and he turns around just in time to block a punch from Luca, as he twists the hand and Headbutts him to get him back. He then lifts Luca in a Military Press, even going so far as to lift him up and down a few times before dropping him hard on the mat. Price is back up by now though, and the two go to battle again, before Price takes control with an Armbar followed by a few kicks to the chest, and finally and DDT that plants Northrup into the mat hard. Eventually, these two find their way into the crowd, and the camera loses sight of them.
Back in the ring, Cthulhuson is just absolutely dominating Luca, as he throws all sorts of wicked things at him, mostly a lot of brilliant technical display. Luca gets the upper hand so he can get to the top rope, but Cthulhuson is ready to go quickly and runs over, jumping on the ropes like a spider monkey, and hitting Luca in the face with a ridiculous Enziguiri!
Gould: Oh my God, what a kick!
Cthulhuson gets Luca back into the ring, and after a few seconds, he hits the Necronomicon! He covers, getting the sing along three count and the victory as we go to a commercial.
Stagehand: “HELP!”
The vibrating image of a camera’s live stream is the first image to hit us. We see a door in the foreground, a stage hand rushing out, high pitch yelps for assistance shriek for attention. The Savvy camera man is second on scene, pushing the men’s locker room door open, carnage greeting the lens. Laying sprawled, contorted, bleeding, and with a pipe mere centimeters from his body is Luca Flores. ‘Flash’ gurgles some sort of vocal response as the camera man stutters in his step, not sure what to do. Pausing for a moment he takes in the surrounding, broken wood from the bench, chairs thrown hap hazzardly, shirts, travel bags, tooth paste, ring gear, are all thrown asunder from an apparent struggle.
The Camera Jerks forward, the camera man being bumped forward when the medical crew bursts into the room, Alex Morgan following in toe.
Alex: “What happened here!”
The stagehand that had gone for assistance is back now, shaking, adrenaline running through his veins, out of breath.
Stagehand: “I just found him like this, he didn’t say anything when I tried to talk to him sir, he just kinda moaned, tried to move, and asked for help.”
Medic: “He’s got a broken rib sir.”
Alex: “Who did this!”
Alex stomps his foot, sternly looking for some sort of response.
Stagehand: “I don’t know, but I found this next to the body.”
The stage hand pries into his pocket, pulling out a note, unfolding it and handing it to the chairmen. Alex stares back, confused. He crumples up the paper and tosses it on the ground.
Alex: “What the Hell is “Rejoice” supposed to mean?”
Virgil Keenan vs Toshiro Matsuda
As we cut back to the arena, Toshiro is on his way to the ring as Keenan comes running out and attacks him from behind, tackling him to the ground. He slams him into the guardrails a few times, then once into the ring stairs, before tossing him into the ring. He slides in and Lansing rings the bell. Keenan is absolutely ruthless, just tossing Toshiro around the ring a little bit. After about two minutes of this absolute dominance, Keenan connects Backbreaker after Backbreaker with his signature Back Blitz. Just when we think he's done though, he proves us wrong with a series of Suplexes, ending these with a DDT to plant Toshiro onto the mat.
Torres: What a display!
Gould: Just pin the man already, why the excessive beating?
After Keenan locks in a Texas Cloverleaf, Toshiro is tapping within seconds. Keenan locks in the hold tighter after the bell rings though, and Lansing isn't doing anything to stop it! After Keenan lets go, he drags Toshiro to the corner and sits him on the turnbuckle. He then pulls him off over his shoulders, marching to the middle of the ring. He suddenly drops down as Toshiro hits the mat with his neck.
Torres: BURRRRRRRRNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!
Virgil looks at his handiwork as he leaves the ring to boos from the crowd.
Kandi Washington vs Loco
Kandi Washington is waiting in the ring, her male bodyguard Drake Knight at ringside. We hear "Lost Control" by Unwritten Law hit, and Loco appears. He is half way down the ramp and Knight spears him into the guardrail. He picks him up and slams him to the mat with a huge Spinebuster, then proceeds to stomp on him. After a few seconds of this, he rolls Loco into the ring. This is another Mark Lansing officiated match, so he just lets this slide. Washington picks Loco up and slams him to the mat with a DDT, then grabs his face and slams it into the mat repeatedly.
Gould: Seems we've lost all control of our show since the switch, eh?
Torres: I know! Alex Morgan was actually going to make this poor young woman fight a man! How dare he!
Gould: Please tell me you're kidding.
She covers, and drake holds Loco's legs down to the mat while Lansing counts the three.
Gould: This is absolutely ridiculous. I don't know how much of this I can take.
David Fraggle & Mitch Thompson vs Gunner Hughes & Diego Martinez
We come back from commercial as "To Kill a Stranger" by Fozzy hits. After a few seconds, we see David Fraggle on the stage. He looks around the crowd, a slight grin on his face as he walks down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
He slides into the ring and runs to a turnbuckle, his arms raised high in the air. He hops down and instantly it cuts to "Thick is the Skin" by Skid Row. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to this, as after a short wait, we see Mitch Thompson standing on the stage in his wrestling gear.
Rebecca: And his partner, from Williamsport, PA... Mitch Thompson!
Mitch walks down the ramp slowly, sliding into the ring and walking over to Fraggle's corner, as he reaches out for a hand shake. Fraggle reluctantly agrees.
Gould: We haven't seen him wrestle in a while, he may have to shake the cobwebs out.
Torres: Kidding, right? He can't even do his security job, he won't be able to hold his own in a match here. Especially against the champ.
The lights black out, and suddenly a Spanish voice can be heard over the PA system. "Who you tryna get crazy with esé, don't you know I'm loco?" And with that, "insane in the Brain" by Cypress Hill hits the system. We hear a little clapping along with the beat as Diego Martinez and Marco Uribe appear on the stage.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from Mexico City, Mexico... Diego Martinez!
We don't get a whole lot of reaction here, but the real drama is between Fraggle and Uribe. Uribe used to be a member of Los Conquistadores, but has since been hoping to change the way he's seen by his peers, as he's taken a liking to the area and company. Uribe and Fraggle lock eyes as they slowly come toward the ring. Diego climbs up onto the apron and gets in as we hear that all too familiar shotgun blast, and "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple begins to play. Gunner Hughes appears on stage and holds his championship belt high for everyone to get a good look at. He smirks and slowly walks down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his partner, from Portland, Oregon... He is the North Atlantic Wrestling Champion... Gunner Hughes!
Gunner heads down the ramp, getting into the ring. He hands off the championship belt and goes to his corner with Diego, as both teams discuss strategy. Finally they decide on Mitch Thompson taking on Diego Martinez. They circle the ring and eventually lock up as Diego drops down and brings Mitch down with a wrap around the leg. He gets up and drops again, locking in a face lock on Mitch, which Mitch struggles with until he quickly reaches the rope. They get up and Diego goes crazy with kicks to the midsection, but Mitch eventually grabs one of his legs and shoves him to the mat.
Torres: All that hard work just to get pushed around a little bit. That has to be embarrassing.
Diego hops right back up to his feet and goes to tackle Mitch, who grabs him by the throat. He looks to be going for a Chokeslam, but Diego elbows him in the back a few times, forcing him to let go. Diego then gets behind him and locks him into a sleeper hold. Mitch wastes no time fighting it, and he backs up quickly into the turnbuckle, slamming Diego into the corner several times. Diego lets go, and Mitch hits him hard with an elbow, then turns around and punches him, sending him to the mat. He quickly tags in Fraggle.
Torres: Welcome to the school of hard knocks Martinez!
Fraggle picks Diego up and sets up, starting his Fraggle Rock Drop, but Diego slams him to the mat, landing hard on his tailbone. Diego then lands several Buzzsaw kicks to his back, and goes for one to his head, but Fraggle ducks. Diego senses trouble and tags in Gunner.
Gould: Here we go, a preview of our upcoming title match!
The two men stand face to face for a few seconds before Fraggle backs up and tags in Thompson, the crowd unsure to think whether this is an act of cowardice or more of a strategical move. Nonetheless, Mitch is in the ring as he and Gunner lock up, Gunner easily coming out on top in this one as he shoves Thompson to the mat. As Thompson gets up, Gunner hits him with a Clothesline. This happens a couple times, ending at about four when Gunner covers for a pin.
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Kickout. Gunner grabs Thompson and pulls him up, then proceeds to lift him and drop him immediately with a big Powerbomb.
Gould: I'm shocked that nobody went through the mat on that one.
Gunner locks in a headlock, and Mitch struggles to get a single ounce of energy to even attempt to get out of it. He does manage to get to his knees, but this just gives Gunner an opportunity to add some of his weight to Thompson's, and you can just tell its a killer for him. Thompson, after a big struggle, is finally able to grab onto the bottom rope, so Higgins gives Gunner a five count, all of which Gunner can use so as to keep the hold in without being disqualified. The advantage is kept to the Gunner/Alvarez side of things as Fraggle keeps cheering Thompson on.
Gould: Youd almost think Morgan was trying to get Fraggle in a tight spot intentionally, him and Thompson have a violent history.
Torres: That's just the way the cookie crumbles I guess.
Thompson dodges an attempt at a big boot and instead manages to put a knee to Gunner's ribs after rebounding off the ropes. He hurries over and tags in Fraggle. Fraggle instantly goes over to Gunner and applies an Armbar from behind, pulling Gunner to his feet. He goes for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Gunner is able to force his weight down and keep himself grounded. He reverses this and sends Fraggle to his back on the mat instead. He whips Fraggle into the corner, and when he goes over to do anything at all, Diego tags himself in. Gunner just stares at Diego, not looking happy at all about the blind tag.
Torres: Looks like Mr. Martinez is gonna get himself into some big trouble.
Diego starts kicking Fraggle, as Gunner gets out of the ring onto the apron. As Diego lifts Fraggle up onto the turnbuckle, so he's sitting on the top, he goes to pick himself up onto the turnbuckle as well, but Fraggle kicks him in the leg, and he hits the mat, and Fraggle picks him up by the neck, wrapping his arm around as he swings himself around and plants Diego onto the mat with a tornado DDT. He covers quickly.
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Diego gets a shoulder up just before the three, and it's made official that this is not over yet. Fraggle picks Diego up and throws him across the ring with a release belly to belly Suplex, and as Diego gets back up again, Fraggle tries to set up for the Fraggle Rock Drop, but he is instead sent outside of the ring with an Arm Drag from Diego, and he rolls out onto the floor. Uribe stays away from Fraggle so as not to look shady as well. Fraggle gets up, staring at Uribe for a second, which leads to him being hit hard with a baseball slide from Diego. Diego rolls Fraggle back into the ring and covers.
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Shoulder up! Diego gets up, as does Fraggle, as Fraggle whips Diego into the corner of Mitch and himself. Fraggle goes for a corner splash, but Diego ducks, and Mitch sighs as he tags himself in. Diego hurries over to Gunner and tags him in, as Gunner hits Mitch hard with a fist to the head. He picks Mitch up and whips him to the ropes, hitting him with Buckshot as he comes back. Thompson is utterly flat, and Gunner looks at Fraggle, then covers. He only gets a two though, Thompson gets a shoulder up! Gunner picks him up and slams him to the mat, then locks in his Full Metal Jacket, which forces Mitch to tap out. Gunner lets go as he and Fraggle exchange glares and we cut.
We cut to a hand coming off of a camera, a man walks away dressed in a Misfit’s Hoodie. You can hear a bunch of grunting and noise off screen until the hooded figure slowly comes back into sight, not alone though, as he’s dragging an unconscious man by his arms.
: “You’ll have to excuse my amateurish set up here, just give me a moment.”
With that, and one good heave, the hooded man props what can now seen as Estaban Almeida against the colored brick wall, a small stream of blood trickling down from his forehead. The hooded man grabs a chair off screen and sets it up next to the man, stepping back and eyeing the set up. With a nod, the hooded man grabs the camera, placing it onto the chair, positioned just off center of the glazed over eyes of the former boxer. With that, the hooded man sits down next to him and drapes his arm over the low moaning wrestler, perfectly in sight. The buddy-buddy set up reveals the face, well sort of, of the man committing the atrocities through the night. He wears a mask, but that’s all you need to identify him.
“Hello everyone, my name is Virgil Keenan, and this here is my buddy Esteban, you might all remember him from nothing important at all. Me on the other hand, have preformed so diligently, so fascinatingly, so interestingly, that within a few hours, including my debut match, I’ve have left more of an impact then this poor, poor boy. See, earlier this week, I spoke about stagnation, complacency, irrelevancy, that I wanted the NAW to wake up, so upon my arrival, I figured I’d let you all know I was serious.”
“Dead serious.”
Virgil holds up his pipe, tapping it under the chin of Estaban.
“Everyone tonight is a perpetrator of their own fate, a villain, contributing to the idiocies of what has happened in NAW. Curious, as you might be, to how a man like Estaban has done anything negative to a whole organization, when he hasn’t actually contributed anything, I implore you to stop and think, is it not there that lays the issue? This man arrives, sputters some illusion to a grand career, and then contributes nothing, he sits in the back here every week, waiting, hoping that perhaps, maybe, he’ll get booked. Maybe, if he waits long enough someone will remember he’s actually employed here. He just exists, adding nothing to this show, to his own career, or to anything productive, he is by pure definition a waste of space.”
“So, I guess you can think of me as a garbage man today, cleaning up the infected, cockroach infested corpses lingering the roster. The people none of you care about, the men that gave you nothing.”
Virgil’s mask shifts a bit as he shrugs.
“Yes, perhaps not the most effective way to remedy a company that booked a snowball fight as a competition, but when you step back, I’ve at the very least rounded off the edges of mediocrity. So to that I think I’m owed a pat on the back and a handshake for a job well done. I saved you from the brain hemorrhaging that would surely result from another appearance by the man they call ‘Fate,’” the train wreck career of The Flash, and a man so disillusioned with his own grandeur, that I man handled him like a fucking toy.”
“Not to accidentally coin a catch phrase here, but you’re welcome.”
“See, it’s going to be a slow process, but I’m going to tick some people off, I’m going to piss in a bunch of fruit loops, I’m going to become a sort of catalyst, not a martyr, for this companies growth, and I’ll tell you how.”
Virgil repositions himself, talking directly into the camera, swirling the pipe around hap hazzardly.
“I’m so fucking good, so fucking talented, so absolutely perfectly crafted at what I do, at how I do it, I’m going to make you all severally mad. My ego so large, my talent so overwhelming, my light shinning so bright, you’re all going to feel so incompetent and jealous. As a result, you’re going to want to knock me down a peg, you, the wrestlers of this establishment, are going to hate me so much, hate my ego, hate the fact I’m so much better than you and every one of your champions, that beating me will become so self satisfying.”
“The problem, and this is the kicker, is I’m not fucking lying.”
“I’m really good.”
A smile.
“So when you come at me, and you try to beat me with your pitiful attempts that I swat away with back hands, round house kicks, and a really impressive rolling elbow, you’re gonna have to wake up, you’re going to have to get better.”
“That, or well, you’re going to end up like my friend here. A heap of bruised flesh.”
“The Future of NAW is here folks, I implore you, raise your glasses, Rejoice.”
Palm the camera…
Black Circle Boys vs Vice Squad
We come back from the most recent commercial to a red light flashing through the arena, as well as a siren. After a few seconds of absolute crowd eruption, the Miami Vice theme song plays. Even louder.
Gould: Here comes the greatest crimefighting duo of our time!
Torres: You call me ridiculous, yet you just said that.
Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter run out on the stage and hold their arms high to a crowd pop. They walk down the ramp and slide into the ring, running to different corners and posing. Before they can finish though, we hear "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom. Hank and Lance stand in their corner and face the stage as the Black Circle Boys come from behind the curtain, holding their newly won UWL belts high.
Torres: Here we go! It's my boys!
They walk down the ramp slowly, the crowd booing them loudly. They slide into the ring and give their belts to Eddie Higgins, the referee for this match. He hands them off to a staff member near the commentary table. The music stops, and Barry Lincoln is in the center of the ring.
Lincoln: The following match is a tag team street fight and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... The Vice Squad!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Lincoln: And their opponents, they are the United Wrestling League tag team champions.... The Black Circle Boys!
Lincoln drops out of the ring quickly and the bell rings. The four men instantly get into a huge scrum, with Sharpe going after Fenriz, and Carter after Ryder. Ryder wins the first little battle though, which sends Carter outside of the ring right away.
Gould: Wow. Wasting no time at all taking complete advantage of the street fight rules.
Ryder dives out of the ring and Carter hits the ground, and Higgins smartly calls for Lansing to come out.
Torres: It's going to be a two ref match. Smart move.
Lansing covers the battle on the outside while Higgins stays on Sharpe and Fenriz. Sharpe lands a few harsh blows to Fenriz, and backs him into a corner. He then runs back a few steps and goes for a corner leg drop, but Fenriz moves out of the way and Sharpe hits the turnbuckle with his tailbone. He holds his back in pain, but when Fenriz comes over, he hits him in the gut with his head, and when Fenriz doubles over, he hits him hard with a jumping knee to the face.
Gould: This is gonna be a violent match.
Torres: No sh*t Gould, it's a street fight.
Ryder throws Carter into the guardrail on the outside, and then runs, hitting him with a boot to the ribs. He then picks Carter up and lifts him high, slamming him to the floor on the outside with a huge rotating Spinebuster. He then lays into Carter with a flurry of punches, finishing with one that could knock out just about anyone. He covers.
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But Sharpe has an extra second and he dives over the top rope with a slingshot Leg Drop to break up the count. He lifts Ryder and rolls him into the ring, then slides into the ring right behind him. When he slides in though, he is greeted with a bunch of stomps from the Black Circle Boys. Sharpe gets to his feet slowly and starts punching both of the men viciously, doing his best to hold his own in the two on one. He knees Ryder in the ribs, but Lark comes up behind him and bites him!
Gould: Is that legal?
Torres: How many times do I have to tell you, it's a street fight, it's all legal.
Ryder is watching this ensue, shouting "NAW NAW NAW" at the top of his lungs until Carter slides into the ring. Fenriz unlatches his jaws and goes for Carter, who ducks underneath a Clothesline attempt and turns quickly to hit Fenriz with an Enziguiri. He chases Ryder out of the ring and up the ramp then, as they disappear out of sight.
Gould: We need a cameraman after them!
Sharpe and Fenriz are in the ring with each other now, as Sharpe goes to hit Fenriz with a Headscissors takedown, which gets countered and turned into a vicious Powerbomb, the crowd erupting in boos. After a few seconds now, the camera cuts into a splitscreen. We now have a cameraman following the action backstage, as well as in the ring. We see Ryder and Carter at the entrance of the arena, throwing punches back and forth, as a few of the college kids in the entranceway watch. Carter kicks Ryder in the ribs and throws him into a wall, and now we see Mark Lansing as Carter covers Ryder.
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Ryder kicks out! The students in the room that are familiar with these alignments let out a slight boo, while Carter gets to his feet. He goes over to the desk in a small side room and grabs a computer monitor, and when he gets to turning toward Ryder, he has a flaming ball thrown at him! Carter takes the fireball to the gut and drops down as he drops the computer monitor(surprisingly not breaking it) and Ryder runs and punts him in the head!
Gould: What a damn kick, Carter has to be outcold.
Torres: There is no way that Carter is getting back up now, here comes the win!
Ryder, sure enough hurries over with a Leg Drop, and then he covers as quickly as he can.
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Kickout! Jaws are hanging all over the place now, as Ryder looks around, surprised that he didn't get the win on that attempt. Back in the ring, there is still a huge back and forth battle going on, as Sharpe goes for a Clothesline, and Fenriz ducks, and Sharpe re-counters with a Pelé kick. He runs to the corner and climbs to the top rope, and dives off with a Moonsault, and as he catches a huge amount of air, Fenriz rolls out of the ring as Sharpe hits the mat roughly.
Gould: Ouch.
Torres: I don't think these guys think stuff through. You have absolutely no margin of error when it comes to the Black Circle Boys. They are violent, and they will beat you down if you take them lightly.
Fenriz grabs Sharpe by the ankles and yanks him out of the ring, as he lands on the floor face first. The crowd is booing loudly, and Fenriz plays to the crowd a bit, shouting and telling them to shut up, etc. He grabs Sharpe by the back of the head and slams his face into the top of the rail a few times. Sharpe is bloodied, and Fenriz swings him in a circle and throws him right into the guardrail now. He picks him up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after and covering.
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A shoulder up by Sharpe! Fenriz looks around and shakes his head in disgust as he kicks at a vulnerable sharpe. He goes to throw a huge punch to Sharpe's head, but Sharpe grabs his wrist and pulls him to the ground, getting up at the same time and jamming a knee into Lark's head!
Gould: That could be the spot of the night!
Torres: That was...brilliant. Absolute gold.
Ryder and Carter have now worked their way outside of the arena, and you can see the Lehigh University campus backdrop behind them. They're fighting in the parking lot, as Carter drags Ryder over to the loading dock and grabs him by the hair, slamming him face first into a bus. He does this two more times, finally throwing him down to the ground and standing over him ferociously. He picks him up and lifts him over his head to shoot for a Powerbomb, but Ryder is able to force his weight forward and drop Carter onto the pavement backward. Ryder leans back and grabs a leg, hooking it for a cover.
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Kickout again! Carter crawls to his knees and Ryder pulls him to his feet, then proceeds to lift him into the air and it turns into hell for Carter as he gets pretty much tossed into the side of the bus, leaving an even bigger dent than the one from Ryder's head.
Gould: Those two outside are taking this violence to a whole new level.
Torres: Those two outside are getting some mad props, it's so damn cold out tonight. The crazy bastards.
Carter is flat as Ryder leans on the bus. We go back into the ring where Sharpe has been putting on a clinic, with a fantastic aerial display against Fenriz. There have been multiple attempts at victory, but Sharpe just hasn't been quite able to get it yet. Sharpe gets to his feet, not exactly sure of what he needs to do to pick up the win for his team here. He throws Fenriz to the outside, and as Fenriz gets to his feet, Sharpe dives over the top rope with a huge Swan Dive, hitting it just right and sending both men over the guardrail and onto some fans!
Torres: And there's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
We see Ryder and Carter on the stage now, as they share punches back and forth. Carter goes to toss Ryder off the stage, but Ryder hangs on and puts Carter below himself as they go down, Carter going through a table and Ryder just happening to land on him. Sharpe is beating lark pretty heavily at the same time as the camera goes to split screen again. We see Sharpe cover Fenriz, and Ryder cover carter, AT THE EXACT SAME TIME. Both men get their respective three count, and get up to celebrate.
Gould: What is going on? They both picked up a three count simultaneously!
Torres: Who are the champions? We need answers!
Tom Sawyer hits as Morgan appears on the stage, all four men looking up at him from where they are.
Morgan: So it appears that both teams have scored a pinfall here at the same time, which means we have a draw on our hands. I've never had this happen before, but it surely is interesting. And since we're almost out of time, I have a solution. We only have about two minutes left on the air, which won't be enough time to reset the match, but instead you will be named co-champions, and we will settle this at St. Valentine's Day Massacre!
The crowd boos, showing that they absolutely hate the decision, as Alex Morgan backs out of the arena, and all four superstars, as well as both officials, look at each other, totally baffled by what just happened as we go off the air.