Post by Alice White on Feb 4, 2013 15:15:51 GMT -5
Pre-Show
Fizz vs Jay Price ended in a no contest.
Santa Claus and Zero spent about five minutes with both men just destroying the third man in the match. After that, they worked on each other for a while. Santa was able to pick up the win though, and brought some holiday cheer to the fans in Lewisburg.
We open to a flashback from our last show. We see the result of three different backstage attacks. We see clips from some of our matches. A shot of Fraggle botching a Fraggle Rock Drop, a shot of Gunner hitting Thompson with his patented Buckshot. Then we cut to the main event. We see the battle between the Black Circle Boys and the Vice Squad ensue. We see Lance Carter and Shawn Ryder throwing each other into the side of a bus. We see Hank Sharpe with a Swan Dive that sends him and Lark Fenriz over the guardrail into the crowd. We see Ryder and Carter fall off the stage and through a table, then we see both officials count the three.
Everyone is looking on in confusion and we see Alex Morgan on the stage with a microphone.
Alex: You will both be named co-champions, and this will be settled at St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
A quick shot of everyone's faces after this announcement before we cut to black, as "Now We Run" plays and the fans cheer as a small pyro display goes off once again. We cut to a shot of the commentary table.
Gould: Hello everyone, and welcome to another edition of Meltdown! Last week, the NAW Meltdown debut was huge! And this week we look to get some momentum rolling into the big debut!
Torres: The biggest thing tonight will be the announcement of our tv title tournament which will take place at the Pay-Per-View! We're all excited to see who makes it!
Gould: That's right! We get to find this out tonight!
All These Announcements
The crowd is in mixed reaction though, as "Tom Sawyer" by Rush plays. Alex Morgan comes out from behind the curtain to see the packed crowd at the Sojka Pavilion, and the boos start to overtake the cheers. Morgan sighs as he walks down the ramp, microphone in hand.
Gould: I wonder what Morgan is out here for right away tonight. He isn't going to start the night off with the big announcements, is he?
Torres: No, those were supposed to happen sporadically throughout the night. He's been telling us that for a while now.
Morgan walks up the ring stairs and gets into the ring, as he waits for his music and the crowd to quiet down. His music cuts after a couple of seconds, and the crowd does get quiet, but they are still heard voicing their negative opinion about him as of late.
Morgan: Now I know what you guys are all thinking. That I screwed a very good team out of being the first ever tag team champions.
The boos show that the crowd agrees with what Morgan had just said.
Morgan: You guys can go ahead and boo me all you want. I had to make a quick decision, and we didn't have enough time for a match restart. What was I gonna do? Did you want me to just pick one winner?
Torres: That's exactly what we wanted! The Black Circle Boys clearly fought that match so much better anyway! No question!
Gould: Are you kidding me right now? The Vice Squad shouldn't have had to wrestle, since the other team in line couldn't compete. The Black Circle Boys should be counted lucky to even be in this position.
Morgan: Well as most of you know, but some may not, I have instated a no contact rule. The Black Circle Boys and the Vice Squad are both here, as both are set to compete, but they are to go nowhere near each other. If they wind up brawling anywhere in this arena at any time before the Pay-Per-View, I will strip them both of their championship. They are each currently carrying one of the two belts, to signify that they are half of the champions.
He sighs and looks around.
Morgan: The tournament bracket will be revealed piece by piece tonight, with one or two competitors announced at once. So please keep yourselves ready for that.
The crowd cheers at the sound of the tournament.
Morgan: And one more thing. Since both of our men in the NAW Championship match aren't scheduled, I do know that at the very least, David Fraggle is in the locker room in the back. I haven't seen Gunner yet, but I'm sure he is or will be around. But since I know Fraggle is here, I'd like to bring this up. He and one half of the Latin Kings have quite a history. Since the Latin Kings are in tonight's main event, I've decided to make David Fraggle the last minute special guest referee!
The crowd pops loudly as "Insane in the Brain" plays just a little too late to interrupt. Morgan looks up at the stage as Marco Uribe and Diego Martinez walk out into the arena. Diego has his arms up and can be seen saying "What's the deal, hombre?" while Marco has a microphone in his hand and looks mighty pissed off.
Marco: Why are you naming all these things when we didn't even do anything wrong, man?
Morgan: Really? You terrorized my company for quite some time. And you're ready to tell me that you did nothing wrong?
Marco: That was then, this is now. I'm a different person now, esé. I've changed for the better.
Morgan: You understand why I have some trouble trusting you, right? You attacked several of my guys, while putting two different tag teams out of action.
Marco: So you're going to punish me for something that happened a long time ago? I wanted to make an impact, esé, it's good to see that I did.
Morgan's eyes widen.
Morgan: You want to make an impact? If you win this match, you will be the number one contender for the tag team championships after the Pay-Per-View. If you lose, you will not get a title shot while either the Vice Squad or the Black Circle Boys hold the titles.
Morgan drops the microphone looking awfully proud of himself, while Marco is about to snap on the stage as we cut to commercial.
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Commercial Break
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Sebastian Jankowski vs Scotty Blazer
We come back from commercial to hear "Bulls on Parade" blaring through the arena, and the audience is into it. After a few seconds, we see Sebastian Jankowski come out onto the stage, doing his thing.
Gould: Here comes the red-white kid!
He greets some of the fans excitedly, showing love to the crowd who isn't exploding exactly, but he's getting a pretty decent pop.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Poland... Sebastian Jankowski!
He slides into the ring and poses on a turnbuckle, smiling and bobbing his head to the Tom Morello guitar. As he jumps down, he stands near Mark Lansing, who will be officiating the opening match. After a few seconds of them both waiting, we hear Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out for a Hero" all over the arena, to confused looks.
Gould: Well this is an interesting choice of entrance music, eh?
Torres: Actually, I believe the word you're looking for is "terrible" because this is definitely not a good one.
After a few seconds, and the song really starts to get loud, Scotty Blazer appears on the stage. He smiles to the audience, but since he's pretty unknown, he doesn't get a big reaction. He does give high fives, which helps his image as they slowly start to cheer him on.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado... "Mister Terrific"... Scotty Blazer!
He climbs up the ring stairs and a huge smile takes over his face as he is about to debut at NAW. He gets into the ring and walks around a bit to get a feel for it. He then goes to the corner opposite Jankowski and nods, Jankowski nods back. The two men meet in the center of the ring as Blazer reaches out to shake hands. After a few seconds, Jankowski decides to go for it, reaching out as the two go through with the handshake. Lansing separates them and calls for the bell as our first match of the evening is about to take off.
The bell rings and the two lock up, with Scotty taking the advantage almost instantly, as he's a lot bigger than the opposition. He pushes Jankowski to the ropes and sends a chop to his chest. He does this two or three times before Jankowski ducks and Scotty misses. Jankowski is able to get around Scotty pretty easily, and when Scotty does turn around, he is met with a few kicks to his legs.
Gould: Jankowski going for the underdog approach, trying to take out the leg and level the playing field.
Blazer catches one of Jankowski's legs, and after hopping on one foot for a few seconds, he catches Scotty with an Enziguiri. Scotty hits the mat hard, and Jankowski takes advantage, going for a cover.
ONE
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Kickout by Scotty.
Gould: Gonna be harder to take this guy out than that.
Torres: Ya think? This mans a beast, I just don't see the little tyke getting out of this one on top.
Jankowski hurries to his feet and springboards off of the ropes, but is met with a knee from Scotty. He picks the smaller man up over his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan Drop. He gets up, and Jankowski follows right behind. He whips Jankowski into the ropes, and as he is flung back, Scotty drops him with a Diving Clothesline that looks a lot more devastating than it was. He covers quickly.
ONE
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Kickout by Jankowski! Scotty gets up and waits for his opponent to get to his feet. As Jankowski gets up, he sees Scotty coming at him, and he ducks just before being hit with a running big boot. Scotty goes right to the corner and gets caught up in the ropes, and Jankowski takes full advantage of the moment and sets up a roll up out of the corner.
ONE
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TW--Scotty gets out of it!
Gould: Thought Jankowski had it right there for sure!
Torres: You thought that little turd would beat the big man? Really?
Gould: Well, I didn't think a turd would get the second commentary job, but there you sit.
Jankowski goes for a belly to belly Suplex of sorts, but loses the strength battle as Blazer sends him across the ring with a belly to belly of his own. Scotty hops right back up, while Jankowski is a little slower to his feet. Scotty looks at him and tries to get the crowd pumped up a little bit for him. He goes for a Clothesline, but Jankowski ducks and when Scotty turns around, the deafening shot to his face of a huge spinning wheel kick takes him to the mat. Jankowski crawls over and covers again.
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout! Jankowski gets to his feet, not sure what more it would take to keep Scotty down for the pin, while Scotty pull himself to the ropes and tries shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Jankowski totally misses as he attempts a bronco buster, and Scotty rolls to the outside of the ring to collect himself a little bit, and Lansing starts his ten count as Scotty leans on the guard rail. (.....1 .....2) Scotty walks around, catching his breath, and Jankowski leans in a corner. Scotty slides back in as they stare each other down. Scotty grabs Jankowski and wraps Jankowski's arm around his back, as he drops him to the mat with a huge body slam, which puts the punishment to Jankowski's arm. Jankowski is flopping in place, grasping his arm in the most intense pain, and Scotty sees opportunity in this, locking in an Armbar of sorts.
Gould: Here's his signature submission move, which he calls the Negative Zone!
Torres: Is Jankowski stupid? He's refusing to tap out, Scotty will rip that damn arm off!
Jankowski is eventually able to do some weird theatrical backflips and stuff, and somehow manages to slip his arm out of the hold. He then hits Blazer with a Dropkick, and is starting to get pumped. He runs to the ropes, bounces on the top rope, does a backflip with a corkscrew and is able to send Scotty to the mat with a huge Headscissors, which actually has enough force behind it that he flops around the mat for a short period while rolling out of the ring. He looks around with a huge smile for a few seconds, and then he starts running the ropes. He bounces off the ones near Scotty, then the ones opposite, then he dives over the top with a perfect swan dive that sends Scotty to the floor in a curled up mess, and Jankowski hops to his feet in total excitement and adrenaline.
Gould: Jankowski is showing us a side of him that we haven't seen before. A side of him that takes this to the extreme!
Torres: It's called adrenaline, Gould, and it's the best thing that ever happened to pro wrestling. This is what these guys live for!
Jankowski sees Scotty getting up, and he runs across the floor, jumping on the guardrail and somehow managing to run while keeping his balance on it, and he dives off, planting Scotty to the floor with a Tornado DDT. He then picks Scotty up, rolling him into the ring. He slides in after, and the next thirty seconds is spent with Jankowski trying to lock in his signature, the Handbrake, and Scotty trying to get away from it. Jankowski finally does get it locked in, and Scotty looks to be in such extreme pain. He is trying with all possible strength and endurance to hang in there, reaching for the rope. It's within his grasp...and he gets it!
Gould: Scotty Blazer just saved his match and got the rope! He keeps the dream alive!
Scotty lays on the mat, clearly in pain as he holds his arm, while Jankowski stares in disbelief that Scotty was able to get to the ropes before being forced to tap. He stands up and walks around the ring, looking almost ready to freak out. After pounding the turnbuckle a few times though, that proved to be his big mistake. He turns around to be hit in the gut with a knee, as Scotty lifts him up, holding him over his head by his arms, and he drops him to the mat with the Crucifix Powerbomb that he has made his own, calling it Clobberin' Time! Scotty falls to the mat as well, clearly fairly drained, as he crawls slowly and drapes an arm over Jankowski.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE! Scotty gets up slowly, holding his arms high in excitement as he walks to a nearby turnbuckle, climbing it and smiling.
Rebecca: Here is your winner...Scotty Blazer!
Scotty looks at Jankowski, opting to help him to his feet, then offering a handshake. Jankowski reluctantly shakes hands with Scotty again, and Scotty pulls him in close for a hug, essentially reassuring him that the match was great, and that Jankowski has loads of potential. The fans cheer louder as Scotty holds Jankowski's arm high, yelling to the fans that Jankowski is also a winner. This is the scene that we take to our first commercial break.
Black Circle Boys vs Dillinger Gang
As we cut back into the arena, the crowd erupts in a very extreme chorus of boos as "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom hits. After several seconds, we see one half of the tag team champions, as the Black Circle Boys appear onstage. Lark has the belt around his waist, while Ryder is a couple steps behind him, essentially worshipping the very ground that Fenriz walks on.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. First, making their way to the ring, they are one half of the tag team champions... The Black Circle Boys!
Gould: Such an odd relationship that these two have, eh?
Torres: What are you talking about? Lark is like a teacher of sorts to young Mr. Ryder is all that this is. Not an "odd relationship" as you like to call it.
They both get into the ring as Fenriz holds the belt high, and the crowd boos him very loudly. He smiles at it though, almost as though he thrives on their hatred. They pass off the belt and stare up at the stage as "Carry It" by Travis Barker plays.
Gould: Here comes the newest team added to the roster, and boy am I stoked to see what these two men add.
The crowd looks on, interested, as the new NAW signings, the Dillinger Gang, appear on the stage. Tommy and James stand side by side, and look at each other quickly before running down the ramp and sliding in the ring.
Rebecca: And their opponents... From Boston, Massachusetts... The Dillinger Gang!
They each pick a side of the ring and pose quickly, while the Black Circle Boys look on in disgust. After a couple of seconds, Lark Fenriz grabs a microphone.
Fenriz: So Mr. Morgan thought he could pull a fast one on us, trying to make us share the tag team championships that we rightfully earned at the last show, like this is some kind of game! Well I've got some news for you, Alex! This isn't your game, it's mine, and I can play it too. So until we are given our justice, Shawn and myself will be boycotting your company. We won't wrestle like we can, we'll wrestle like we want to. And right now, Shawn will lay down and allow the Dillinger gang to win this match as they cover him.
Ryder lays down on the mat reluctantly, and the referee rings the bell. Tommy Dillinger covers, and the count is made.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE--Fenriz runs over and kicks tommy in the skull, forcing him off of Ryder, and then he tackles James and sends him out of the ring as the real match is now underway. Ryder throws tommy to the mat, and kicks him in the ribs once. Ryder then looks over at James and goes to charge for him, but James ducks and instead hits him in the ribs with his head to some cheers from the fans. Ryder turns around and is hit hard with an uppercut from Tommy, which causes him to stumble into the corner. Tommy backs up and runs to the corner, hitting Ryder hard with a corner splash. As Ryder staggers out of the corner, he is hit with a Dropkick that puts him on his back, as Tommy tags in James.
Gould: Our newest team is putting on a clinic in there.
Torres: Give my boys time, they didn't have much time to warm up I guess.
James picks Ryder up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a clothesline. He covers.
ONE
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Kickout by Ryder. He picks Ryder up and connects with a Suplex. As Ryder gets back up, James kicks him in the face, sending him right back down. He goes to pick Ryder up again, but is shoved backward, and Fenriz grabs his arms from behind, causing Tommy to hop in the ring. Lansing gets in the way, telling him to get back on the apron, which gives Fenriz time to hold on and Ryder to throw some punches to James' midsection. He gives one huge final blow to the chest, which grounds James, and now Fenriz tags himself in.
Gould: Nothing like using cheap tactics to get the advantage.
Torres: So the not legal partner getting in the ring is just fine?
Gould: He was trying to help his partner.
Torres: And that's all that Lark was doing too.
Fenriz is stomping at James' ribs, making sure not to give him any breathing room at all. He picks James up, and bends him forward, putting the head of James between his legs. As he lifts him, he arrogantly turns around, facing the other Dillinger, Tommy. He puts a smug smile on as he goes to slam James to the ground, but in all of his arrogance, he gave James some recovery time, and James throws a few fists down into the face of Fenriz, and they go down, but James catches himself and gets up in time to knock Ryder off of the apron as well.
Gould: That was a hell of a counter by James.
Torres: I say he got lucky.
James tags in his partner, and Tommy hops onto the top rope, springboarding off and hitting Fenriz with a forearm smash. He does a forward roll to his feet, and turns to see his downed opponent. Fenriz gets up and Tommy hits him with a Clothesline, and when he gets up again, a Dropkick forces him into the corner. He gets up and puts his feet at Fenriz, pulling him and sending him across the ring with a monkey flip, and the two both get to their feet as the fans start to get loud. Tommy grabs Fenriz and whips him into the ropes, and as Fenriz comes back, Tommy jumps up and takes Fenriz down with a Double Knee Facebuster. Tommy hurries over and covers.
ONE
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TWO
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Ryder breaks up the pin! Ryder gets up and is met with a Clothesline from James Dillinger. Angry at Ryder, Tommy gets up and runs, hitting Ryder with a Suicide Dive from in the ring and takes him out. He tosses Ryder into a Dropkick from James, and slides into the ring. Fenriz is up, and when Tommy slides in, he gets up and is met with some right hands from Fenriz. Fenriz grabs Tommy by the throat and lifts him as though he's going for a Chokeslam, but he is hit hard with a Spear by James!
Gould: What a save, and way to keep the match alive by the Dillinger Gang!
Torres: Well that's depressing, we were inches from picking up the win on that one!
James gets up and is now hit by Ryder with a Clothesline as they both spill out to the outside. Tommy kicks Fenriz in the gut and then knees him in the head, dropping him to the mat. He then proceeds to run to the nearest ropes and hit a springboard Moonsault, hooking the leg for a cover.
ONE
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TWO
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A shoulder up by Fenriz! As the two get up, Ryder runs into the ring quickly and hits Tommy with a Bulldog, and James quickly gets into the ring and hits Ryder with a Clothesline. As luck would have it, James is the one who is being told to leave the ring, which gives Ryder and Fenriz a perfect opportunity to get the upper hand, all of this with James yelling at Lansing to look at the display going on in the ring.
Gould: Come on! You're seriously going to tell me that Lansing won't listen to James and just look at the sick double team they've got going on? Aren't the refs supposed to make sure all parties are abiding by the rules?
Torres: Yep, and by trying to get into the ring, James was attempting to break a rule of tag team wrestling. Funny how that justice works.
James busts through Lansing to get some justice, and Fenriz eventually is found getting under the ring apron as he tosses two chairs into the ring. He climbs into the ring as he and Ryder each take a chair, and they begin swinging them relentlessly, As the bell is rung to signify the end to the match. They throw the chairs to the mat as they look down at the wreckage left in their wake.
Rebecca: Here are your winners, by DQ... The Dillinger Gang.
Fenriz spits on the lifeless body of James Dillinger as Ryder gets the single tag team championship belt and they head up the ramp to a loud chorus of boos from the audience.
Kandi Washington vs Matt Bridges
"Get Naked" by Method of Mayhem ft. Lil Kim blares through the p.a. system, the fans rise to their feet and begin booing the roof off the arena. Kandi Washington, along with her muscular bodyguard, struts out from behind the velvet curtains as she poses at the top of the ramp. She places her hands on her hips and smirks while Drake Knight positions himself to the side. She starts down the ramp, staring periodically at the booing fans, and strutting pass the ones hanging over the barricades. She makes her way over to the steel stairs and hustles up them as she makes her way along the apron. She ducks down and goes under the second rope as she pops back up with her arms extended in the air. Drake Knight remains by the bottom of the entrance ramp, staring up at the ramp. Kandi Washington walks across the ring and begins fiddling with her fingernails as her theme comes to an end.
With a wave of her finger Drake makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, crossing his arms and waiting there for Matt Bridges. The Hollywood icon makes his way out onto stage, his music blaring over the sound system. Drake keeps his eyes deadlocked onto the opposing wrestler, a stern glare shooting holes through the wrestler. Matt starts stretching himself out on the top of the ramp, returning the glare before barreling down the ramp, leaping with a lu thez press. Drake catches the man but it doesn't stop him from delivering a few solid punches, staggering the man back into the apron.
Gould: We have a battle before the battle!
Drake shows why he has the job that he does, grabbing the smaller man and aggressively tossing him to the matting outside the ring. Matt tumbles and rolls but gets back up to his feet, only to be met with a vicious boot, knocking him like a ragdoll back into the steel guard rail. Kandi watches amusingly inside the right, checking her nails and smirking, the bitch. The Ref is bellowing commands inside the ring, but it falls on deaf ears before a brute force irish whip sends Bridges toppling knee over head with a harsh crash into the steel steps. The match hasn't even started and Matt is clutching his leg in a dangerous manner.
Torres: "BRUUTAL, i have No idea why Alex continuously allows this to occur!"
Drake starts to make his way around the ring, but the limping, mouse like, Matt Bridges rolls himself into the ring,
DING DING
The bell quickly sounds as Drake looks frustrated, he knows he can't risk Kandi Being disqualified. It doesn't, however, save bridges from harm as the self proclaimed Top Bitch is all over her wounded opponent. Stomps and knees litter her opponents as he covers up and manages to get a rope break out of the fold. As the ref pulls the woman away, it becomes obvious how this match is going to go when Drake clobbers a stern left hand across the flailing wrestler. Washington Smirks, capitalizing and pulling Bridges away for a pinfall!
1!
2!
th-Kick out!
Gould: "He's giving it his best effort, but with tactics like this, how on earth is he expected to win!"
Knight looks unimpressed, as does Kandi, but they are not the type to give up so quickly, grabbing the lovely hair of the Hollywood superstar, flinging the man into the turnbuckle, choking him there with her foot! Kandi obviously doesn't give a shit about rules. The ref, on the other hand, is employed to enforce them, enacting the 5 count, forcing the break. Washington mocks her groggily, barely fighting opponent, walking away and miming a few kicks of litter for her piece of shit opponent. The ref has eyes on Knight as he gets too close to the wrestler, he tosses his hands up in innocents, backing off. Matt finally gets the effort to stagger out of the corner, holding his throat. Kandi has other plans, running into the ropes and soaring back with a vicious bo- Counter! Matt drops and flings the woman with all her momentum through the second rope and straight out onto the matting outside!
Torres: "Impressive counter! Matt might be able to pull this out after all!"
Gould: "Expecially now, it looks like he's really hurt Kandi there with that move. It looks like she landed awkwardly on her arm."
Washington is holding onto her shoulder, crying, he pleading for some help, yelping that it's dislocated. The ref quickly leaves the ring and swiftly tends to the competitor. Washington refuses to let him touch her or to see her shoulder, mumbling something about his dirty hands, it's hard to tell through her whimpering and tears. Matt manages to bring himself to his feet, only now noticing what's going on outside the ring. A moment of concern comes up over him. His worries are put aside though, as it seems Drake has taken the time to call 911! And by that I mean he's knocked Matt bridges out cold with a vicious maneuver!
Gould: "Drake just hit the 911!! Bridges is knocked out cold!"
Torres: "More importantly, look at Kandi!"
Torres is right, as the ploy comes unraveled! Kandi's tears seem to dry up immediately as he pushes the ref out of the way, sliding quickly into the ring, perfectly timed so Knight can return to his position on the outside. Washington makes for the cover, hooking both legs! The ref confused still does his job, rolling into the ring and making the count!
1
2
THREE! DING DING DING
"And your winner via Pinfall, KANDI WASHINGTON!"
A chorus of boos topple over the ring where both Kandi and Drake Knight both bathe in them, smirking at their cunning. A mocking kiss is blown out to the fans who obviously disapprove of what they've seen here tonight, but it doesn't matter as Kandi and Drake both make their way up the ramp, another day, another win.
A message to the champ
The camera shows David Fraggle standing in a car park.
David Fraggle: At St Valentines Day Massacre you’re going to hear from “Sideshow” Euan Dante. I don’t know what he’s got to say but I suspect that he’s going to discuss how much he hates being injured. As for me I’m going to go to St Valentines Day Massacre with one thing on my mind defeating Gunner Hughes and becoming the new NAW Champion. Gunner I’ve been training hard for this match and believe me when I say that I’m ready for this opportunity and I will make the most of it and I will do something that nobody in NAW has ever done defeat you in a match.
Scene fades with David Fraggle spitting green mist at the camera.
Decision Time
We see Alex Morgan in the back, standing alongside Mitch Thompson, looking at a huge board that shows several NAW Superstars' pictures. From a slight angle, we see Isaac Bloom and Robert Martin walk up to them.
Martin: Well, it's decision time. We have to start talking about who's going to be in the little mix that you've concocted for the pay per view event. Any ideas?
Morgan: Well, right now I'm thinking of having Washington and Murphy up here, and then maybe Blazer and Jankow--
Martin: You're not looking into this very well.
Morgan: Excuse me?
Martin: You need some excitement on here.
Martin starts moving the names up and down and around, but you can't see very well what he's doing. After a few seconds, he's done, and he walks out of the room.
Morgan: Yeah, that could work well. Keep this, guys.
He looks at the board as we cut.
Cthulhuson vs Northrup vs Keenan
We come back to see Rebecca in the ring again. After a few seconds, "Indestructable" by disturbed hits. A few of the fans in the audience get into the song as Northrup is seen on the stage.
Rebecca: The following match is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Boulder, Colorado... Erik Northrup!
He heads down the ramp, appearing to be on a mission as he pushes right through all the fans who have their hands to reach for him. He climbs up the stairs quickly and hurries into the ring, playing to the booing crowd a little bit. He looks up at the stage as "Lux Aeterna" hits. A little bit of time and music passes as Cthulhuson and his manager, Raven Nevermoore appear on the stage. He holds his arms high as the fans(mostly anyway) boo him wildly, except for a select few who he has a cult following with. He heads down the ramp slowly, examining the crowd closely on his way down.
Rebecca: Introducing next, from the dark crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts... Cthulhuson!
Cthulhuson gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as he gazes into the ring at Northrup. The two share a staring contest as Cthulhuson is thrown into the ring by Virgil Keenan! And Virgil has a microphone!
Torres: Where'd he come from? Way to just sneak in!
Virgil: "How about you all stop booing for a moment and shut up?"
The harsh badgering only makes them react stronger.
Virgil: "If you want this match to start you're going to quiet down, because I have something I wanna say to Hulu here before we get underway. Not only Hulu either, each and every one of you underachievers in the back as well. "
The fans start to settle down with the random spot of 'fuck you Virgil' being tossed out here and there.
Virgil: " First off, a bunch of you might be concerned back there, the Santa's and the Tiffanies, perhaps the Gunners or the David Fraggles, that at any moment I'm going to clobber you in the back of the head with a steal pipe, degrade you, and make examples out of you like I did a few weeks back. Hulu here, you might be wondering what dastardly deeds will befall you and your corpse after I deflower your loss column."
Virgil: "Well nothing so uncouth and barbaric will be repeated so soon, how stale would it be if I repeated the same stunt each and every week? That's simply not who I am, or how I work. This week will see something more simple, something more positively influencing. Today I push Cthulu here to his limits, and I break him. No weapons, no attacks from behinds, tonight I simply defeat you. I've talked a bunch of talk, a bunch of bravado that holds a basis on the belief that my skills are truly remarkable. A shade, a portion of it was put up for scrutiny when I basically beheaded a young Asian boy, but I figure I'll give you all a little treat against a man who should be able to at least perform a fujiwara armbar."
"Wait, Hulu, you do know what a Fujiwara armbar is right?"
Virgil shrugs in a feign concerned look.
"Uhh, well, anyway. This week I make an example. This week I put true visual proof behind the words."
"Tonight, my task, is to simply skull f**k Hulu into submission. I want you all backstage to pay attention, because at any moment, any week, you could be booked against me. Fear it, learn from it, expect it, be molded by it."
Virgil: "Let's do this Mother****"
Virgil tosses down the microphone. The bell rings, and Northrup is quick to attack Cthulhuson, and Virgil is quick to make an escape. Virgil stands outside of the ring watching as Northrup manhandles Cthulhuson for a little while. After a few huge stomps, Raven comes up from behind and throws Virgil into the ring. Northrup now turns his focus to Virgil, going for a stomp, but Virgil grabs his leg and wraps himself around it, bringing the beast to the mat. He holds a leg lock in for a few seconds before being gold to let go because Northrup got a hand on the bottom rope.
Gould: Good show of sportsmanship, letting go when it needs done.
All three men are up now, and they all keep looking back and forth at their opponents. Virgil and Cthulhuson decide to go after the bigger man, and he does a good job of holding his own, keeping them back with some vicious right hands. He hits Cthulhuson hard, forcing him back a few steps. He then whips Virgil into the ropes. Virgil jumps up and hits Northrup in the upper chest, while Cthulhuson goes behind and chop blocks him at the back of the knee, and the two of them make him almost do a backflip, landing on his neck. Virgil covers, but Cthulhuson throws him off of Northrup before it can really get started. Virgil now is up and he takes out Cthulhuson with a takedown and a few rapid punches.
Gould: A lot of pent up violence here, and not from who you'd expect.
Torres: Why? I'm pretty sure that Virgil had made it abundantly clear what to expect in this match, and he is definitely here to pick up the win.
Virgil gets up, and is nearly beheaded with a Clothesline by Northrup. Northrup lands some vicious stomps, switching between Cthulhuson and Virgil rapidly. He puts some more focus on Virgil though, giving Cthulhuson just a little extra time to recover and collect himself. Cthulhuson does just that, and climbs to the top rope. When Northrup turns to find him, he dives off and puts some spin on his jump as he wraps an arm around Northrup's neck and plants him with a Tornado DDT.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME... THIS IS AWESOME...
Cthulhuson turns his attention to Virgil now, as the big man rolls out of the ring and drops to a knee on the floor outside. Virgil gets up and they stare each other down, even though you can't see a whole lot of facial expression. They lock up, and Cthulhuson forces Virgil into the corner. He backs up and starts kicking a few times, then he backs even further and charges, hitting Virgil with a corner Clothssline, while Raven stands on the outside, cheering him on loudly, to some boos from the crowd, although most of the fans are cheering the action on. Virgil hits the mat with a thud and Cthulhuson rolls him onto his back and gets a cover, while Northrup is pulling himself into the ring.
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Northrup manages to break the pin up while the hand was still high in the air. Cthulhuson rolls and hops up, dodging a huge attempt at a punch from Northrup, and instead hitting him hard with a mule kick, causing Northrup to double over. Virgil takes the opportunity to roll Northrup up.
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Cthulhuson is quick to break up the pin attempt. He tries to put Virgil in a tight sleeper hold, but Virgil won't let him lock it in. Northrup is up and lands a few jabs to the midsection of Virgil though, and goes for a hard shot to the head, but Virgil ducks and he hits Cthulhuson instead. Cthulhuson is fuming now as he runs at Northrup and tackles him, then hops right back up to his feet and jumps in the air, coming down and hitting Northrup with a Leg Drop. Virgil charges at Cthulhuson, who jumps high and Virgil runs right under him, and when Virgil comes back he is greeted with a quick roundhouse kick from Cthulhuson.
Gould: A ridiculous athletic display from both of these gentlemen, and this match is highly exciting!
Torres: Exciting? This is a bore compared to what I know these guys are capable of.
Cthulhuson covers Virgil now, getting to a one count before Northrup is able to break this up this time. Cthulhuson looks over to Northrup now, ducking a Clothesline and turning it into his own pump handle drop, and Virgil gets to his feet, running and kicking Northrup in the face with a violent baseball slide! He gets up and whips Northrup into the ropes, and he and Cthulhuson both hit Northrup with matching Dropkicks. Northrup rolls out of the ring to collect himself and Raven just watches him. In the ring, Cthulhuson and Virgil are throwing right hands back and forth, with Virgil landing a sweet Headbutt that causes Cthulhuson to take some steps back. Virgil backs into the ropes, bouncing himself off and coming back to hit Cthulhuson with a Running Tornado DDT. He takes the quick opportunity for a cover.
ONE
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Kickout by Cthulhuson! Northrup is back in the ring too, but he winds up being a non-threat as Keenan is able to connect with his Backbreaker combo.
Gould: There is Keenan's signature combo that he has dubbed the Backblitz! It would honestly be a total shock to see Northrup up on his feet any time soon.
Torres: Do you know anything about wrestling? That can paralyze a man!
Cthulhuson gets ready to cover Northrup, but Virgil sees it ahead just a few seconds and crashes that opportunity with a running double handed Facebuster to plant his opponent into the mat. He gets to his feet and looks at both of his opponents, gauging the damage done to either of them. He doesn't see them moving, and he heads over to Northrup, getting ready for a Texas Cloverleaf. He sees Raven hop onto the apron and he runs over to her to get her down, but she is just a bit quicker and guillotines him with the top rope as she jumps down, and he groggily turns to a Double Knee Facebuster from Cthulhuson. Cthulhuson covers him right away.
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Kickout! Cthulhuson appears frustrated as he gets up and grabs Virgil. He looks to raven and nods, as she heads to Northrup, who is catching his breath. She smiles at him and as soon as he lets his guard down, she plants an amazing kiss. Back in the ring, Virgil has just sent Cthulhuson to the mat with a Spinebuster, and is now posing for the fans, who just boo loudly. He then manages to roll Cthulhuson over and he locks in the Texas Cloverleaf. Northrup is on the floor outside, pretty much passed out, and Virgil has the Cloverleaf locked in. Just as Cthulhuson is getting ready to tap out, Raven jumps up on the apron. He does tap, but the referee was looking at Raven to get her off the apron! Virgil thinks he won, and then realizes the ref didn't see it. He pushes Raven off the apron, and turns the ref around, and when the ref does get turned around, Virgil is met with a knee, and Cthulhuson then connects with his signature called the Subterranean Press, and he covers!
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THRE-No! A shoulder up! But the ref did count three! He's calling for the bell! Cthulhuson has won!
Gould: This is a joke, right? He didn't actually give Cthulhuson that cheap victory?
Torres: Hey, you gotta give credit where credit is due. Raven managed to do her job, and get the man she manages a victory.
Cthulhuson is quick to escape, as is Raven, while Virgil gets to his feet and stares up at the stage where the two stand.
When we come back from the commercial, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits. Alex Morgan is seen after just a couple seconds, a huge smile on his face. He walks down to the ring where he is handed a microphone, and he gets in, the crowd cooperating with him, getting quiet.
Morgan: You've all waited so patiently for tonight's announcement regarding the participants in the tournament at St. Valentine's Day Massacre, and now is the time you've waited for all along!
The crowd erupts. They've been waiting for this for two weeks. As Morgan announces names, their pictures appear on the screen.
Morgan: The participants in the tournament will be:
1. Virgil Keenan
2. Cthulhuson
3. Scotty Blazer
4. Kandi Washington...
He pauses and smiles as the crowd continues to cheer.
Morgan: And the bottom half:
5. Sebastian Jankowski
6. Ciale Murphy
7. Santa Claus
And number 8... Zero!
The crowd is excited to see the participants now as Alex Morgan looks proud of himself and we cut again.
The footage opens up inside a gym, where we see the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes sitting on a bench in his training attire with a water bottle in his hand. He’s clearly just come from a workout session, as his body is drenched with sweat and a rolled up towel hangs around his neck as he looks down at the floor, almost appearing to be in meditation. He pours some of the water from his bottle over the back of his head, and after a few moments he slowly raises his head to acknowledge the camera with a stern look in his eyes.
Gunner: “For the past month I’ve watched with delight as the ranks in the NAW have begun to swell with talent. Superstar after superstar has been pouring in to our locker room and into our wrestling ring to bolster our roster, all with their own unique little niches, and they’ve all been trying stake their claims to the top spot in this company….some even calling out the champion by name.”
He cracks a slight grin as he reflects on all of the comments he’s heard over the past few weeks.
Gunner: “We’ve got guys running around with masks on their faces like they’re supposed to be some sort of super villain or hero or whatever the hell masked people do these days. We have other guys who come in and give themselves a flashy nickname that’s supposed to impress us or something. We even have a couple of guys who started their beef out this week having a blinking war or something, I’m still not too sure what that was all about. And then of course there’s the ladies….coming in and trying to prove to themselves and to the rest of the world that they belong in the same ring as the men.”
Gunner slowly nods his head, appearing to be thinking about the entire situation he has just laid out. The view then zooms out a little more as he turns and reaches down to pick up the folded up NAW Championship title belt that’s sitting on the bench next to him. He turns back to face the camera and holds the title belt out in front of him as he continues.
Gunner: “Well this right here is what you’re all after isn’t it? The top prize in our game? Every single one of you people has walked through our doors and you’ve looked right at this belt…..because you think this title belt right here is what will get you that top spot in our company.”
He laughs and sets the title belt back on on the bench next to him.
Gunner: “Well boys and girls, fortunately for you I’m an equal opportunity champion. So I don’t care if you’re a man, a woman, or even a little bit of both....if you want to climb your way to the top of the ladder in the NAW, I’ll be more than happy to meet you at the top.”
He takes a drink of his water and removes the towel from his neck to wipe some of the sweat from his face, maintaining his gaze with the camera afterward as he continues.
Gunner: “It seems pretty easy for some of you to walk into our company and claim that you’re going to be the next big thing in the NAW, but what happens when you find out that the current big thing is still here and going strong? You see, anybody who’s been with our promotion for more than a few weeks already knows that I’m not just the top dog in the NAW because I’m the NAW Champion….I’m the NAW Champion because I’m the top dog. So a little piece of advice I’d like to offer any of you who think you may have my number is to know your enemy. Many fallen superstars have made the mistake of thinking they could define what type of beast I am just by what they’ve seen in a NAW ring, and do you know where they are today?”
He pauses for a moment and then shrugs and shakes his head.
Gunner: “Me either. Mia Poe, Judas Fraggle, Hale Collins, John Tucker, Steven Yellow….none of them have ever stepped foot inside a wrestling ring again after our encounter. The fate of these superstars is just example of what happens to a person when they underestimate what type of man I am, so the next time you decide that you’re going to try to get yourself noticed by breathing my name into the camera, just do yourself a favor first and take a look back on the history of my run in this company and ask yourself if it’s worth it. Because you see, I don’t just defeat people inside the ring…..I end them!”
He laughs as he puts his hands together and cracks his knuckles.
Gunner: “So to everybody on the roster who still has it in their heads that they might be able to make that climb and stand face to face with me inside the ring and take this strap from me, I say to you again….know your enemy. David Fraggle, the number one contender for the NAW Championship thought he knew his enemy last week when we went toe to toe in tag team action, but he was wrong. And at St. Valentine’s Day Massacre he may think that he knows what’s coming his way when we go one on one for this NAW Champion…but he’s going to be wrong again. Because you see boys and girls, I am the champion for a reason, and that’s because I am the king of the NAW….”
Gunner picks the title belt back up and unfolds it, holding it up again for the camera.
Gunner: “…and this right here is the crown.”
He drapes it over his shoulder and flashes a mean glare into the camera
Gunner: “Come and take it if you can!”
The footage fades to black and comes to an end.
We see the ring now, as the red light flashes and the sirens blare. The Miami Vice theme song is now heard as the other half of our Tag Team Champions appear. They come down to the ring, ready for action.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's main event, introducing first, the Vice Squad!
They slide into the ring where we already see David Fraggle in his referee gear. We await the arrival of the Latin Kings, but we get nothing. The wait continues until the lights black out. We hear the opening line to "Insane in the brain" but still nothing. We finally see Alex Morgan.
Morgan: It appears that the Latin Kings left the arena earlier tonight. The match is declared a forfeit and the Vice Squad win. The Latin Kings will face the Dillinger gang at our Pay-Per-View in a Loser Leaves Town match! Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize sincerely for the actions of the Latin Kings, and I hope to see you all in Pittsburgh on the 17th!
We cut as the NAW logo is seen and fades to black.
Fizz vs Jay Price ended in a no contest.
Santa Claus and Zero spent about five minutes with both men just destroying the third man in the match. After that, they worked on each other for a while. Santa was able to pick up the win though, and brought some holiday cheer to the fans in Lewisburg.
We open to a flashback from our last show. We see the result of three different backstage attacks. We see clips from some of our matches. A shot of Fraggle botching a Fraggle Rock Drop, a shot of Gunner hitting Thompson with his patented Buckshot. Then we cut to the main event. We see the battle between the Black Circle Boys and the Vice Squad ensue. We see Lance Carter and Shawn Ryder throwing each other into the side of a bus. We see Hank Sharpe with a Swan Dive that sends him and Lark Fenriz over the guardrail into the crowd. We see Ryder and Carter fall off the stage and through a table, then we see both officials count the three.
Everyone is looking on in confusion and we see Alex Morgan on the stage with a microphone.
Alex: You will both be named co-champions, and this will be settled at St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
A quick shot of everyone's faces after this announcement before we cut to black, as "Now We Run" plays and the fans cheer as a small pyro display goes off once again. We cut to a shot of the commentary table.
Gould: Hello everyone, and welcome to another edition of Meltdown! Last week, the NAW Meltdown debut was huge! And this week we look to get some momentum rolling into the big debut!
Torres: The biggest thing tonight will be the announcement of our tv title tournament which will take place at the Pay-Per-View! We're all excited to see who makes it!
Gould: That's right! We get to find this out tonight!
All These Announcements
The crowd is in mixed reaction though, as "Tom Sawyer" by Rush plays. Alex Morgan comes out from behind the curtain to see the packed crowd at the Sojka Pavilion, and the boos start to overtake the cheers. Morgan sighs as he walks down the ramp, microphone in hand.
Gould: I wonder what Morgan is out here for right away tonight. He isn't going to start the night off with the big announcements, is he?
Torres: No, those were supposed to happen sporadically throughout the night. He's been telling us that for a while now.
Morgan walks up the ring stairs and gets into the ring, as he waits for his music and the crowd to quiet down. His music cuts after a couple of seconds, and the crowd does get quiet, but they are still heard voicing their negative opinion about him as of late.
Morgan: Now I know what you guys are all thinking. That I screwed a very good team out of being the first ever tag team champions.
The boos show that the crowd agrees with what Morgan had just said.
Morgan: You guys can go ahead and boo me all you want. I had to make a quick decision, and we didn't have enough time for a match restart. What was I gonna do? Did you want me to just pick one winner?
Torres: That's exactly what we wanted! The Black Circle Boys clearly fought that match so much better anyway! No question!
Gould: Are you kidding me right now? The Vice Squad shouldn't have had to wrestle, since the other team in line couldn't compete. The Black Circle Boys should be counted lucky to even be in this position.
Morgan: Well as most of you know, but some may not, I have instated a no contact rule. The Black Circle Boys and the Vice Squad are both here, as both are set to compete, but they are to go nowhere near each other. If they wind up brawling anywhere in this arena at any time before the Pay-Per-View, I will strip them both of their championship. They are each currently carrying one of the two belts, to signify that they are half of the champions.
He sighs and looks around.
Morgan: The tournament bracket will be revealed piece by piece tonight, with one or two competitors announced at once. So please keep yourselves ready for that.
The crowd cheers at the sound of the tournament.
Morgan: And one more thing. Since both of our men in the NAW Championship match aren't scheduled, I do know that at the very least, David Fraggle is in the locker room in the back. I haven't seen Gunner yet, but I'm sure he is or will be around. But since I know Fraggle is here, I'd like to bring this up. He and one half of the Latin Kings have quite a history. Since the Latin Kings are in tonight's main event, I've decided to make David Fraggle the last minute special guest referee!
The crowd pops loudly as "Insane in the Brain" plays just a little too late to interrupt. Morgan looks up at the stage as Marco Uribe and Diego Martinez walk out into the arena. Diego has his arms up and can be seen saying "What's the deal, hombre?" while Marco has a microphone in his hand and looks mighty pissed off.
Marco: Why are you naming all these things when we didn't even do anything wrong, man?
Morgan: Really? You terrorized my company for quite some time. And you're ready to tell me that you did nothing wrong?
Marco: That was then, this is now. I'm a different person now, esé. I've changed for the better.
Morgan: You understand why I have some trouble trusting you, right? You attacked several of my guys, while putting two different tag teams out of action.
Marco: So you're going to punish me for something that happened a long time ago? I wanted to make an impact, esé, it's good to see that I did.
Morgan's eyes widen.
Morgan: You want to make an impact? If you win this match, you will be the number one contender for the tag team championships after the Pay-Per-View. If you lose, you will not get a title shot while either the Vice Squad or the Black Circle Boys hold the titles.
Morgan drops the microphone looking awfully proud of himself, while Marco is about to snap on the stage as we cut to commercial.
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Commercial Break
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Sebastian Jankowski vs Scotty Blazer
We come back from commercial to hear "Bulls on Parade" blaring through the arena, and the audience is into it. After a few seconds, we see Sebastian Jankowski come out onto the stage, doing his thing.
Gould: Here comes the red-white kid!
He greets some of the fans excitedly, showing love to the crowd who isn't exploding exactly, but he's getting a pretty decent pop.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Poland... Sebastian Jankowski!
He slides into the ring and poses on a turnbuckle, smiling and bobbing his head to the Tom Morello guitar. As he jumps down, he stands near Mark Lansing, who will be officiating the opening match. After a few seconds of them both waiting, we hear Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out for a Hero" all over the arena, to confused looks.
Gould: Well this is an interesting choice of entrance music, eh?
Torres: Actually, I believe the word you're looking for is "terrible" because this is definitely not a good one.
After a few seconds, and the song really starts to get loud, Scotty Blazer appears on the stage. He smiles to the audience, but since he's pretty unknown, he doesn't get a big reaction. He does give high fives, which helps his image as they slowly start to cheer him on.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado... "Mister Terrific"... Scotty Blazer!
He climbs up the ring stairs and a huge smile takes over his face as he is about to debut at NAW. He gets into the ring and walks around a bit to get a feel for it. He then goes to the corner opposite Jankowski and nods, Jankowski nods back. The two men meet in the center of the ring as Blazer reaches out to shake hands. After a few seconds, Jankowski decides to go for it, reaching out as the two go through with the handshake. Lansing separates them and calls for the bell as our first match of the evening is about to take off.
The bell rings and the two lock up, with Scotty taking the advantage almost instantly, as he's a lot bigger than the opposition. He pushes Jankowski to the ropes and sends a chop to his chest. He does this two or three times before Jankowski ducks and Scotty misses. Jankowski is able to get around Scotty pretty easily, and when Scotty does turn around, he is met with a few kicks to his legs.
Gould: Jankowski going for the underdog approach, trying to take out the leg and level the playing field.
Blazer catches one of Jankowski's legs, and after hopping on one foot for a few seconds, he catches Scotty with an Enziguiri. Scotty hits the mat hard, and Jankowski takes advantage, going for a cover.
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Kickout by Scotty.
Gould: Gonna be harder to take this guy out than that.
Torres: Ya think? This mans a beast, I just don't see the little tyke getting out of this one on top.
Jankowski hurries to his feet and springboards off of the ropes, but is met with a knee from Scotty. He picks the smaller man up over his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan Drop. He gets up, and Jankowski follows right behind. He whips Jankowski into the ropes, and as he is flung back, Scotty drops him with a Diving Clothesline that looks a lot more devastating than it was. He covers quickly.
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Kickout by Jankowski! Scotty gets up and waits for his opponent to get to his feet. As Jankowski gets up, he sees Scotty coming at him, and he ducks just before being hit with a running big boot. Scotty goes right to the corner and gets caught up in the ropes, and Jankowski takes full advantage of the moment and sets up a roll up out of the corner.
ONE
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TW--Scotty gets out of it!
Gould: Thought Jankowski had it right there for sure!
Torres: You thought that little turd would beat the big man? Really?
Gould: Well, I didn't think a turd would get the second commentary job, but there you sit.
Jankowski goes for a belly to belly Suplex of sorts, but loses the strength battle as Blazer sends him across the ring with a belly to belly of his own. Scotty hops right back up, while Jankowski is a little slower to his feet. Scotty looks at him and tries to get the crowd pumped up a little bit for him. He goes for a Clothesline, but Jankowski ducks and when Scotty turns around, the deafening shot to his face of a huge spinning wheel kick takes him to the mat. Jankowski crawls over and covers again.
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Kickout! Jankowski gets to his feet, not sure what more it would take to keep Scotty down for the pin, while Scotty pull himself to the ropes and tries shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Jankowski totally misses as he attempts a bronco buster, and Scotty rolls to the outside of the ring to collect himself a little bit, and Lansing starts his ten count as Scotty leans on the guard rail. (.....1 .....2) Scotty walks around, catching his breath, and Jankowski leans in a corner. Scotty slides back in as they stare each other down. Scotty grabs Jankowski and wraps Jankowski's arm around his back, as he drops him to the mat with a huge body slam, which puts the punishment to Jankowski's arm. Jankowski is flopping in place, grasping his arm in the most intense pain, and Scotty sees opportunity in this, locking in an Armbar of sorts.
Gould: Here's his signature submission move, which he calls the Negative Zone!
Torres: Is Jankowski stupid? He's refusing to tap out, Scotty will rip that damn arm off!
Jankowski is eventually able to do some weird theatrical backflips and stuff, and somehow manages to slip his arm out of the hold. He then hits Blazer with a Dropkick, and is starting to get pumped. He runs to the ropes, bounces on the top rope, does a backflip with a corkscrew and is able to send Scotty to the mat with a huge Headscissors, which actually has enough force behind it that he flops around the mat for a short period while rolling out of the ring. He looks around with a huge smile for a few seconds, and then he starts running the ropes. He bounces off the ones near Scotty, then the ones opposite, then he dives over the top with a perfect swan dive that sends Scotty to the floor in a curled up mess, and Jankowski hops to his feet in total excitement and adrenaline.
Gould: Jankowski is showing us a side of him that we haven't seen before. A side of him that takes this to the extreme!
Torres: It's called adrenaline, Gould, and it's the best thing that ever happened to pro wrestling. This is what these guys live for!
Jankowski sees Scotty getting up, and he runs across the floor, jumping on the guardrail and somehow managing to run while keeping his balance on it, and he dives off, planting Scotty to the floor with a Tornado DDT. He then picks Scotty up, rolling him into the ring. He slides in after, and the next thirty seconds is spent with Jankowski trying to lock in his signature, the Handbrake, and Scotty trying to get away from it. Jankowski finally does get it locked in, and Scotty looks to be in such extreme pain. He is trying with all possible strength and endurance to hang in there, reaching for the rope. It's within his grasp...and he gets it!
Gould: Scotty Blazer just saved his match and got the rope! He keeps the dream alive!
Scotty lays on the mat, clearly in pain as he holds his arm, while Jankowski stares in disbelief that Scotty was able to get to the ropes before being forced to tap. He stands up and walks around the ring, looking almost ready to freak out. After pounding the turnbuckle a few times though, that proved to be his big mistake. He turns around to be hit in the gut with a knee, as Scotty lifts him up, holding him over his head by his arms, and he drops him to the mat with the Crucifix Powerbomb that he has made his own, calling it Clobberin' Time! Scotty falls to the mat as well, clearly fairly drained, as he crawls slowly and drapes an arm over Jankowski.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE! Scotty gets up slowly, holding his arms high in excitement as he walks to a nearby turnbuckle, climbing it and smiling.
Rebecca: Here is your winner...Scotty Blazer!
Scotty looks at Jankowski, opting to help him to his feet, then offering a handshake. Jankowski reluctantly shakes hands with Scotty again, and Scotty pulls him in close for a hug, essentially reassuring him that the match was great, and that Jankowski has loads of potential. The fans cheer louder as Scotty holds Jankowski's arm high, yelling to the fans that Jankowski is also a winner. This is the scene that we take to our first commercial break.
Black Circle Boys vs Dillinger Gang
As we cut back into the arena, the crowd erupts in a very extreme chorus of boos as "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom hits. After several seconds, we see one half of the tag team champions, as the Black Circle Boys appear onstage. Lark has the belt around his waist, while Ryder is a couple steps behind him, essentially worshipping the very ground that Fenriz walks on.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. First, making their way to the ring, they are one half of the tag team champions... The Black Circle Boys!
Gould: Such an odd relationship that these two have, eh?
Torres: What are you talking about? Lark is like a teacher of sorts to young Mr. Ryder is all that this is. Not an "odd relationship" as you like to call it.
They both get into the ring as Fenriz holds the belt high, and the crowd boos him very loudly. He smiles at it though, almost as though he thrives on their hatred. They pass off the belt and stare up at the stage as "Carry It" by Travis Barker plays.
Gould: Here comes the newest team added to the roster, and boy am I stoked to see what these two men add.
The crowd looks on, interested, as the new NAW signings, the Dillinger Gang, appear on the stage. Tommy and James stand side by side, and look at each other quickly before running down the ramp and sliding in the ring.
Rebecca: And their opponents... From Boston, Massachusetts... The Dillinger Gang!
They each pick a side of the ring and pose quickly, while the Black Circle Boys look on in disgust. After a couple of seconds, Lark Fenriz grabs a microphone.
Fenriz: So Mr. Morgan thought he could pull a fast one on us, trying to make us share the tag team championships that we rightfully earned at the last show, like this is some kind of game! Well I've got some news for you, Alex! This isn't your game, it's mine, and I can play it too. So until we are given our justice, Shawn and myself will be boycotting your company. We won't wrestle like we can, we'll wrestle like we want to. And right now, Shawn will lay down and allow the Dillinger gang to win this match as they cover him.
Ryder lays down on the mat reluctantly, and the referee rings the bell. Tommy Dillinger covers, and the count is made.
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THRE--Fenriz runs over and kicks tommy in the skull, forcing him off of Ryder, and then he tackles James and sends him out of the ring as the real match is now underway. Ryder throws tommy to the mat, and kicks him in the ribs once. Ryder then looks over at James and goes to charge for him, but James ducks and instead hits him in the ribs with his head to some cheers from the fans. Ryder turns around and is hit hard with an uppercut from Tommy, which causes him to stumble into the corner. Tommy backs up and runs to the corner, hitting Ryder hard with a corner splash. As Ryder staggers out of the corner, he is hit with a Dropkick that puts him on his back, as Tommy tags in James.
Gould: Our newest team is putting on a clinic in there.
Torres: Give my boys time, they didn't have much time to warm up I guess.
James picks Ryder up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a clothesline. He covers.
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Kickout by Ryder. He picks Ryder up and connects with a Suplex. As Ryder gets back up, James kicks him in the face, sending him right back down. He goes to pick Ryder up again, but is shoved backward, and Fenriz grabs his arms from behind, causing Tommy to hop in the ring. Lansing gets in the way, telling him to get back on the apron, which gives Fenriz time to hold on and Ryder to throw some punches to James' midsection. He gives one huge final blow to the chest, which grounds James, and now Fenriz tags himself in.
Gould: Nothing like using cheap tactics to get the advantage.
Torres: So the not legal partner getting in the ring is just fine?
Gould: He was trying to help his partner.
Torres: And that's all that Lark was doing too.
Fenriz is stomping at James' ribs, making sure not to give him any breathing room at all. He picks James up, and bends him forward, putting the head of James between his legs. As he lifts him, he arrogantly turns around, facing the other Dillinger, Tommy. He puts a smug smile on as he goes to slam James to the ground, but in all of his arrogance, he gave James some recovery time, and James throws a few fists down into the face of Fenriz, and they go down, but James catches himself and gets up in time to knock Ryder off of the apron as well.
Gould: That was a hell of a counter by James.
Torres: I say he got lucky.
James tags in his partner, and Tommy hops onto the top rope, springboarding off and hitting Fenriz with a forearm smash. He does a forward roll to his feet, and turns to see his downed opponent. Fenriz gets up and Tommy hits him with a Clothesline, and when he gets up again, a Dropkick forces him into the corner. He gets up and puts his feet at Fenriz, pulling him and sending him across the ring with a monkey flip, and the two both get to their feet as the fans start to get loud. Tommy grabs Fenriz and whips him into the ropes, and as Fenriz comes back, Tommy jumps up and takes Fenriz down with a Double Knee Facebuster. Tommy hurries over and covers.
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Ryder breaks up the pin! Ryder gets up and is met with a Clothesline from James Dillinger. Angry at Ryder, Tommy gets up and runs, hitting Ryder with a Suicide Dive from in the ring and takes him out. He tosses Ryder into a Dropkick from James, and slides into the ring. Fenriz is up, and when Tommy slides in, he gets up and is met with some right hands from Fenriz. Fenriz grabs Tommy by the throat and lifts him as though he's going for a Chokeslam, but he is hit hard with a Spear by James!
Gould: What a save, and way to keep the match alive by the Dillinger Gang!
Torres: Well that's depressing, we were inches from picking up the win on that one!
James gets up and is now hit by Ryder with a Clothesline as they both spill out to the outside. Tommy kicks Fenriz in the gut and then knees him in the head, dropping him to the mat. He then proceeds to run to the nearest ropes and hit a springboard Moonsault, hooking the leg for a cover.
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A shoulder up by Fenriz! As the two get up, Ryder runs into the ring quickly and hits Tommy with a Bulldog, and James quickly gets into the ring and hits Ryder with a Clothesline. As luck would have it, James is the one who is being told to leave the ring, which gives Ryder and Fenriz a perfect opportunity to get the upper hand, all of this with James yelling at Lansing to look at the display going on in the ring.
Gould: Come on! You're seriously going to tell me that Lansing won't listen to James and just look at the sick double team they've got going on? Aren't the refs supposed to make sure all parties are abiding by the rules?
Torres: Yep, and by trying to get into the ring, James was attempting to break a rule of tag team wrestling. Funny how that justice works.
James busts through Lansing to get some justice, and Fenriz eventually is found getting under the ring apron as he tosses two chairs into the ring. He climbs into the ring as he and Ryder each take a chair, and they begin swinging them relentlessly, As the bell is rung to signify the end to the match. They throw the chairs to the mat as they look down at the wreckage left in their wake.
Rebecca: Here are your winners, by DQ... The Dillinger Gang.
Fenriz spits on the lifeless body of James Dillinger as Ryder gets the single tag team championship belt and they head up the ramp to a loud chorus of boos from the audience.
Kandi Washington vs Matt Bridges
"Get Naked" by Method of Mayhem ft. Lil Kim blares through the p.a. system, the fans rise to their feet and begin booing the roof off the arena. Kandi Washington, along with her muscular bodyguard, struts out from behind the velvet curtains as she poses at the top of the ramp. She places her hands on her hips and smirks while Drake Knight positions himself to the side. She starts down the ramp, staring periodically at the booing fans, and strutting pass the ones hanging over the barricades. She makes her way over to the steel stairs and hustles up them as she makes her way along the apron. She ducks down and goes under the second rope as she pops back up with her arms extended in the air. Drake Knight remains by the bottom of the entrance ramp, staring up at the ramp. Kandi Washington walks across the ring and begins fiddling with her fingernails as her theme comes to an end.
With a wave of her finger Drake makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, crossing his arms and waiting there for Matt Bridges. The Hollywood icon makes his way out onto stage, his music blaring over the sound system. Drake keeps his eyes deadlocked onto the opposing wrestler, a stern glare shooting holes through the wrestler. Matt starts stretching himself out on the top of the ramp, returning the glare before barreling down the ramp, leaping with a lu thez press. Drake catches the man but it doesn't stop him from delivering a few solid punches, staggering the man back into the apron.
Gould: We have a battle before the battle!
Drake shows why he has the job that he does, grabbing the smaller man and aggressively tossing him to the matting outside the ring. Matt tumbles and rolls but gets back up to his feet, only to be met with a vicious boot, knocking him like a ragdoll back into the steel guard rail. Kandi watches amusingly inside the right, checking her nails and smirking, the bitch. The Ref is bellowing commands inside the ring, but it falls on deaf ears before a brute force irish whip sends Bridges toppling knee over head with a harsh crash into the steel steps. The match hasn't even started and Matt is clutching his leg in a dangerous manner.
Torres: "BRUUTAL, i have No idea why Alex continuously allows this to occur!"
Drake starts to make his way around the ring, but the limping, mouse like, Matt Bridges rolls himself into the ring,
DING DING
The bell quickly sounds as Drake looks frustrated, he knows he can't risk Kandi Being disqualified. It doesn't, however, save bridges from harm as the self proclaimed Top Bitch is all over her wounded opponent. Stomps and knees litter her opponents as he covers up and manages to get a rope break out of the fold. As the ref pulls the woman away, it becomes obvious how this match is going to go when Drake clobbers a stern left hand across the flailing wrestler. Washington Smirks, capitalizing and pulling Bridges away for a pinfall!
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th-Kick out!
Gould: "He's giving it his best effort, but with tactics like this, how on earth is he expected to win!"
Knight looks unimpressed, as does Kandi, but they are not the type to give up so quickly, grabbing the lovely hair of the Hollywood superstar, flinging the man into the turnbuckle, choking him there with her foot! Kandi obviously doesn't give a shit about rules. The ref, on the other hand, is employed to enforce them, enacting the 5 count, forcing the break. Washington mocks her groggily, barely fighting opponent, walking away and miming a few kicks of litter for her piece of shit opponent. The ref has eyes on Knight as he gets too close to the wrestler, he tosses his hands up in innocents, backing off. Matt finally gets the effort to stagger out of the corner, holding his throat. Kandi has other plans, running into the ropes and soaring back with a vicious bo- Counter! Matt drops and flings the woman with all her momentum through the second rope and straight out onto the matting outside!
Torres: "Impressive counter! Matt might be able to pull this out after all!"
Gould: "Expecially now, it looks like he's really hurt Kandi there with that move. It looks like she landed awkwardly on her arm."
Washington is holding onto her shoulder, crying, he pleading for some help, yelping that it's dislocated. The ref quickly leaves the ring and swiftly tends to the competitor. Washington refuses to let him touch her or to see her shoulder, mumbling something about his dirty hands, it's hard to tell through her whimpering and tears. Matt manages to bring himself to his feet, only now noticing what's going on outside the ring. A moment of concern comes up over him. His worries are put aside though, as it seems Drake has taken the time to call 911! And by that I mean he's knocked Matt bridges out cold with a vicious maneuver!
Gould: "Drake just hit the 911!! Bridges is knocked out cold!"
Torres: "More importantly, look at Kandi!"
Torres is right, as the ploy comes unraveled! Kandi's tears seem to dry up immediately as he pushes the ref out of the way, sliding quickly into the ring, perfectly timed so Knight can return to his position on the outside. Washington makes for the cover, hooking both legs! The ref confused still does his job, rolling into the ring and making the count!
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THREE! DING DING DING
"And your winner via Pinfall, KANDI WASHINGTON!"
A chorus of boos topple over the ring where both Kandi and Drake Knight both bathe in them, smirking at their cunning. A mocking kiss is blown out to the fans who obviously disapprove of what they've seen here tonight, but it doesn't matter as Kandi and Drake both make their way up the ramp, another day, another win.
A message to the champ
The camera shows David Fraggle standing in a car park.
David Fraggle: At St Valentines Day Massacre you’re going to hear from “Sideshow” Euan Dante. I don’t know what he’s got to say but I suspect that he’s going to discuss how much he hates being injured. As for me I’m going to go to St Valentines Day Massacre with one thing on my mind defeating Gunner Hughes and becoming the new NAW Champion. Gunner I’ve been training hard for this match and believe me when I say that I’m ready for this opportunity and I will make the most of it and I will do something that nobody in NAW has ever done defeat you in a match.
Scene fades with David Fraggle spitting green mist at the camera.
Decision Time
We see Alex Morgan in the back, standing alongside Mitch Thompson, looking at a huge board that shows several NAW Superstars' pictures. From a slight angle, we see Isaac Bloom and Robert Martin walk up to them.
Martin: Well, it's decision time. We have to start talking about who's going to be in the little mix that you've concocted for the pay per view event. Any ideas?
Morgan: Well, right now I'm thinking of having Washington and Murphy up here, and then maybe Blazer and Jankow--
Martin: You're not looking into this very well.
Morgan: Excuse me?
Martin: You need some excitement on here.
Martin starts moving the names up and down and around, but you can't see very well what he's doing. After a few seconds, he's done, and he walks out of the room.
Morgan: Yeah, that could work well. Keep this, guys.
He looks at the board as we cut.
Cthulhuson vs Northrup vs Keenan
We come back to see Rebecca in the ring again. After a few seconds, "Indestructable" by disturbed hits. A few of the fans in the audience get into the song as Northrup is seen on the stage.
Rebecca: The following match is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Boulder, Colorado... Erik Northrup!
He heads down the ramp, appearing to be on a mission as he pushes right through all the fans who have their hands to reach for him. He climbs up the stairs quickly and hurries into the ring, playing to the booing crowd a little bit. He looks up at the stage as "Lux Aeterna" hits. A little bit of time and music passes as Cthulhuson and his manager, Raven Nevermoore appear on the stage. He holds his arms high as the fans(mostly anyway) boo him wildly, except for a select few who he has a cult following with. He heads down the ramp slowly, examining the crowd closely on his way down.
Rebecca: Introducing next, from the dark crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts... Cthulhuson!
Cthulhuson gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as he gazes into the ring at Northrup. The two share a staring contest as Cthulhuson is thrown into the ring by Virgil Keenan! And Virgil has a microphone!
Torres: Where'd he come from? Way to just sneak in!
Virgil: "How about you all stop booing for a moment and shut up?"
The harsh badgering only makes them react stronger.
Virgil: "If you want this match to start you're going to quiet down, because I have something I wanna say to Hulu here before we get underway. Not only Hulu either, each and every one of you underachievers in the back as well. "
The fans start to settle down with the random spot of 'fuck you Virgil' being tossed out here and there.
Virgil: " First off, a bunch of you might be concerned back there, the Santa's and the Tiffanies, perhaps the Gunners or the David Fraggles, that at any moment I'm going to clobber you in the back of the head with a steal pipe, degrade you, and make examples out of you like I did a few weeks back. Hulu here, you might be wondering what dastardly deeds will befall you and your corpse after I deflower your loss column."
Virgil: "Well nothing so uncouth and barbaric will be repeated so soon, how stale would it be if I repeated the same stunt each and every week? That's simply not who I am, or how I work. This week will see something more simple, something more positively influencing. Today I push Cthulu here to his limits, and I break him. No weapons, no attacks from behinds, tonight I simply defeat you. I've talked a bunch of talk, a bunch of bravado that holds a basis on the belief that my skills are truly remarkable. A shade, a portion of it was put up for scrutiny when I basically beheaded a young Asian boy, but I figure I'll give you all a little treat against a man who should be able to at least perform a fujiwara armbar."
"Wait, Hulu, you do know what a Fujiwara armbar is right?"
Virgil shrugs in a feign concerned look.
"Uhh, well, anyway. This week I make an example. This week I put true visual proof behind the words."
"Tonight, my task, is to simply skull f**k Hulu into submission. I want you all backstage to pay attention, because at any moment, any week, you could be booked against me. Fear it, learn from it, expect it, be molded by it."
Virgil: "Let's do this Mother****"
Virgil tosses down the microphone. The bell rings, and Northrup is quick to attack Cthulhuson, and Virgil is quick to make an escape. Virgil stands outside of the ring watching as Northrup manhandles Cthulhuson for a little while. After a few huge stomps, Raven comes up from behind and throws Virgil into the ring. Northrup now turns his focus to Virgil, going for a stomp, but Virgil grabs his leg and wraps himself around it, bringing the beast to the mat. He holds a leg lock in for a few seconds before being gold to let go because Northrup got a hand on the bottom rope.
Gould: Good show of sportsmanship, letting go when it needs done.
All three men are up now, and they all keep looking back and forth at their opponents. Virgil and Cthulhuson decide to go after the bigger man, and he does a good job of holding his own, keeping them back with some vicious right hands. He hits Cthulhuson hard, forcing him back a few steps. He then whips Virgil into the ropes. Virgil jumps up and hits Northrup in the upper chest, while Cthulhuson goes behind and chop blocks him at the back of the knee, and the two of them make him almost do a backflip, landing on his neck. Virgil covers, but Cthulhuson throws him off of Northrup before it can really get started. Virgil now is up and he takes out Cthulhuson with a takedown and a few rapid punches.
Gould: A lot of pent up violence here, and not from who you'd expect.
Torres: Why? I'm pretty sure that Virgil had made it abundantly clear what to expect in this match, and he is definitely here to pick up the win.
Virgil gets up, and is nearly beheaded with a Clothesline by Northrup. Northrup lands some vicious stomps, switching between Cthulhuson and Virgil rapidly. He puts some more focus on Virgil though, giving Cthulhuson just a little extra time to recover and collect himself. Cthulhuson does just that, and climbs to the top rope. When Northrup turns to find him, he dives off and puts some spin on his jump as he wraps an arm around Northrup's neck and plants him with a Tornado DDT.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME... THIS IS AWESOME...
Cthulhuson turns his attention to Virgil now, as the big man rolls out of the ring and drops to a knee on the floor outside. Virgil gets up and they stare each other down, even though you can't see a whole lot of facial expression. They lock up, and Cthulhuson forces Virgil into the corner. He backs up and starts kicking a few times, then he backs even further and charges, hitting Virgil with a corner Clothssline, while Raven stands on the outside, cheering him on loudly, to some boos from the crowd, although most of the fans are cheering the action on. Virgil hits the mat with a thud and Cthulhuson rolls him onto his back and gets a cover, while Northrup is pulling himself into the ring.
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Northrup manages to break the pin up while the hand was still high in the air. Cthulhuson rolls and hops up, dodging a huge attempt at a punch from Northrup, and instead hitting him hard with a mule kick, causing Northrup to double over. Virgil takes the opportunity to roll Northrup up.
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Cthulhuson is quick to break up the pin attempt. He tries to put Virgil in a tight sleeper hold, but Virgil won't let him lock it in. Northrup is up and lands a few jabs to the midsection of Virgil though, and goes for a hard shot to the head, but Virgil ducks and he hits Cthulhuson instead. Cthulhuson is fuming now as he runs at Northrup and tackles him, then hops right back up to his feet and jumps in the air, coming down and hitting Northrup with a Leg Drop. Virgil charges at Cthulhuson, who jumps high and Virgil runs right under him, and when Virgil comes back he is greeted with a quick roundhouse kick from Cthulhuson.
Gould: A ridiculous athletic display from both of these gentlemen, and this match is highly exciting!
Torres: Exciting? This is a bore compared to what I know these guys are capable of.
Cthulhuson covers Virgil now, getting to a one count before Northrup is able to break this up this time. Cthulhuson looks over to Northrup now, ducking a Clothesline and turning it into his own pump handle drop, and Virgil gets to his feet, running and kicking Northrup in the face with a violent baseball slide! He gets up and whips Northrup into the ropes, and he and Cthulhuson both hit Northrup with matching Dropkicks. Northrup rolls out of the ring to collect himself and Raven just watches him. In the ring, Cthulhuson and Virgil are throwing right hands back and forth, with Virgil landing a sweet Headbutt that causes Cthulhuson to take some steps back. Virgil backs into the ropes, bouncing himself off and coming back to hit Cthulhuson with a Running Tornado DDT. He takes the quick opportunity for a cover.
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Kickout by Cthulhuson! Northrup is back in the ring too, but he winds up being a non-threat as Keenan is able to connect with his Backbreaker combo.
Gould: There is Keenan's signature combo that he has dubbed the Backblitz! It would honestly be a total shock to see Northrup up on his feet any time soon.
Torres: Do you know anything about wrestling? That can paralyze a man!
Cthulhuson gets ready to cover Northrup, but Virgil sees it ahead just a few seconds and crashes that opportunity with a running double handed Facebuster to plant his opponent into the mat. He gets to his feet and looks at both of his opponents, gauging the damage done to either of them. He doesn't see them moving, and he heads over to Northrup, getting ready for a Texas Cloverleaf. He sees Raven hop onto the apron and he runs over to her to get her down, but she is just a bit quicker and guillotines him with the top rope as she jumps down, and he groggily turns to a Double Knee Facebuster from Cthulhuson. Cthulhuson covers him right away.
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Kickout! Cthulhuson appears frustrated as he gets up and grabs Virgil. He looks to raven and nods, as she heads to Northrup, who is catching his breath. She smiles at him and as soon as he lets his guard down, she plants an amazing kiss. Back in the ring, Virgil has just sent Cthulhuson to the mat with a Spinebuster, and is now posing for the fans, who just boo loudly. He then manages to roll Cthulhuson over and he locks in the Texas Cloverleaf. Northrup is on the floor outside, pretty much passed out, and Virgil has the Cloverleaf locked in. Just as Cthulhuson is getting ready to tap out, Raven jumps up on the apron. He does tap, but the referee was looking at Raven to get her off the apron! Virgil thinks he won, and then realizes the ref didn't see it. He pushes Raven off the apron, and turns the ref around, and when the ref does get turned around, Virgil is met with a knee, and Cthulhuson then connects with his signature called the Subterranean Press, and he covers!
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THRE-No! A shoulder up! But the ref did count three! He's calling for the bell! Cthulhuson has won!
Gould: This is a joke, right? He didn't actually give Cthulhuson that cheap victory?
Torres: Hey, you gotta give credit where credit is due. Raven managed to do her job, and get the man she manages a victory.
Cthulhuson is quick to escape, as is Raven, while Virgil gets to his feet and stares up at the stage where the two stand.
When we come back from the commercial, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits. Alex Morgan is seen after just a couple seconds, a huge smile on his face. He walks down to the ring where he is handed a microphone, and he gets in, the crowd cooperating with him, getting quiet.
Morgan: You've all waited so patiently for tonight's announcement regarding the participants in the tournament at St. Valentine's Day Massacre, and now is the time you've waited for all along!
The crowd erupts. They've been waiting for this for two weeks. As Morgan announces names, their pictures appear on the screen.
Morgan: The participants in the tournament will be:
1. Virgil Keenan
2. Cthulhuson
3. Scotty Blazer
4. Kandi Washington...
He pauses and smiles as the crowd continues to cheer.
Morgan: And the bottom half:
5. Sebastian Jankowski
6. Ciale Murphy
7. Santa Claus
And number 8... Zero!
The crowd is excited to see the participants now as Alex Morgan looks proud of himself and we cut again.
The footage opens up inside a gym, where we see the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes sitting on a bench in his training attire with a water bottle in his hand. He’s clearly just come from a workout session, as his body is drenched with sweat and a rolled up towel hangs around his neck as he looks down at the floor, almost appearing to be in meditation. He pours some of the water from his bottle over the back of his head, and after a few moments he slowly raises his head to acknowledge the camera with a stern look in his eyes.
Gunner: “For the past month I’ve watched with delight as the ranks in the NAW have begun to swell with talent. Superstar after superstar has been pouring in to our locker room and into our wrestling ring to bolster our roster, all with their own unique little niches, and they’ve all been trying stake their claims to the top spot in this company….some even calling out the champion by name.”
He cracks a slight grin as he reflects on all of the comments he’s heard over the past few weeks.
Gunner: “We’ve got guys running around with masks on their faces like they’re supposed to be some sort of super villain or hero or whatever the hell masked people do these days. We have other guys who come in and give themselves a flashy nickname that’s supposed to impress us or something. We even have a couple of guys who started their beef out this week having a blinking war or something, I’m still not too sure what that was all about. And then of course there’s the ladies….coming in and trying to prove to themselves and to the rest of the world that they belong in the same ring as the men.”
Gunner slowly nods his head, appearing to be thinking about the entire situation he has just laid out. The view then zooms out a little more as he turns and reaches down to pick up the folded up NAW Championship title belt that’s sitting on the bench next to him. He turns back to face the camera and holds the title belt out in front of him as he continues.
Gunner: “Well this right here is what you’re all after isn’t it? The top prize in our game? Every single one of you people has walked through our doors and you’ve looked right at this belt…..because you think this title belt right here is what will get you that top spot in our company.”
He laughs and sets the title belt back on on the bench next to him.
Gunner: “Well boys and girls, fortunately for you I’m an equal opportunity champion. So I don’t care if you’re a man, a woman, or even a little bit of both....if you want to climb your way to the top of the ladder in the NAW, I’ll be more than happy to meet you at the top.”
He takes a drink of his water and removes the towel from his neck to wipe some of the sweat from his face, maintaining his gaze with the camera afterward as he continues.
Gunner: “It seems pretty easy for some of you to walk into our company and claim that you’re going to be the next big thing in the NAW, but what happens when you find out that the current big thing is still here and going strong? You see, anybody who’s been with our promotion for more than a few weeks already knows that I’m not just the top dog in the NAW because I’m the NAW Champion….I’m the NAW Champion because I’m the top dog. So a little piece of advice I’d like to offer any of you who think you may have my number is to know your enemy. Many fallen superstars have made the mistake of thinking they could define what type of beast I am just by what they’ve seen in a NAW ring, and do you know where they are today?”
He pauses for a moment and then shrugs and shakes his head.
Gunner: “Me either. Mia Poe, Judas Fraggle, Hale Collins, John Tucker, Steven Yellow….none of them have ever stepped foot inside a wrestling ring again after our encounter. The fate of these superstars is just example of what happens to a person when they underestimate what type of man I am, so the next time you decide that you’re going to try to get yourself noticed by breathing my name into the camera, just do yourself a favor first and take a look back on the history of my run in this company and ask yourself if it’s worth it. Because you see, I don’t just defeat people inside the ring…..I end them!”
He laughs as he puts his hands together and cracks his knuckles.
Gunner: “So to everybody on the roster who still has it in their heads that they might be able to make that climb and stand face to face with me inside the ring and take this strap from me, I say to you again….know your enemy. David Fraggle, the number one contender for the NAW Championship thought he knew his enemy last week when we went toe to toe in tag team action, but he was wrong. And at St. Valentine’s Day Massacre he may think that he knows what’s coming his way when we go one on one for this NAW Champion…but he’s going to be wrong again. Because you see boys and girls, I am the champion for a reason, and that’s because I am the king of the NAW….”
Gunner picks the title belt back up and unfolds it, holding it up again for the camera.
Gunner: “…and this right here is the crown.”
He drapes it over his shoulder and flashes a mean glare into the camera
Gunner: “Come and take it if you can!”
The footage fades to black and comes to an end.
We see the ring now, as the red light flashes and the sirens blare. The Miami Vice theme song is now heard as the other half of our Tag Team Champions appear. They come down to the ring, ready for action.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's main event, introducing first, the Vice Squad!
They slide into the ring where we already see David Fraggle in his referee gear. We await the arrival of the Latin Kings, but we get nothing. The wait continues until the lights black out. We hear the opening line to "Insane in the brain" but still nothing. We finally see Alex Morgan.
Morgan: It appears that the Latin Kings left the arena earlier tonight. The match is declared a forfeit and the Vice Squad win. The Latin Kings will face the Dillinger gang at our Pay-Per-View in a Loser Leaves Town match! Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize sincerely for the actions of the Latin Kings, and I hope to see you all in Pittsburgh on the 17th!
We cut as the NAW logo is seen and fades to black.