Post by Alice White on Feb 18, 2013 13:11:13 GMT -5
The Pre-Show is without entrances or commentary and is written from the perspective of Malcolm Gould
Akrista Walsh vs Patrick Sparkman
This match started off very quickly, as the two locked up and Akrista forced Sparkman into the corner quickly, then whipped him to the opposite corner. She charged and was looking for a Dropkick, but Sparkman was able to duck out of the way. He picked her up, but she recovered quickly enough to be able to force another lockup. This time Sparkman took the advantage, whipping her into the ropes, and then running, and when they collided, she hit him with a Crossbody, and then she hooked the leg.
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Akrista picked up Sparkman and started throwing a few kicks to the sides. She then whipped him into the corner, and ran over, hitting him with an Enziguiri, then smiling as she sees that she has him where she wants him. She pulls him into the corner, and jumps up, sitting on the top rope. She wraps her arm around his neck from behind and pushes herself off of the top rope, then uses her inertia to spin around, and lands a very violent looking Tornado DDT! That has to be enough to put Sparkman away, and she covers!
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Kickout! Somehow Sparkman got the leg up before the three! Akrista got up, and grabbed Sparkman, and just as she did, Sparkman was able to roll her up into a Small Package pin attempt, but doesn't get very far on it before she gets out of it. They both get up, but Sparkman moves just a bit quicker, taking her out with a Clothesline. He picks her up and drops her with another Clothesline. Sparkman places Akrista in an armbar near the corner. He wrenches the arm three times, then runs up onto the second turnbuckle and jumps over the top rope, draping her arm across the top rope while dropping to the floor. As she turns her back in pain, he slides back in under the bottom rope. When she turns back towards Sparkman, he drops her with a stiff lariat. As she lies on the mat, he drapes himself over the top rope and flirts with the women in the front row, which is met by a lot of resistance. What a guy, let me tell ya.
After he slides back into the ring, Akrista is to her feet. He takes her down with a stiff lariat, then goes for a cover.
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Kickout! She managed to get the kickout! He picked her up and whipped her into the ropes, then put her to the mat with a Powerslam when she came running back. He then applied a headlock from behind after putting her in the sitting position. She fights with it the whole time, and is able to get to a standing base, though Sparkman keeps the lock in, as Akrista stumbles around. She appears to be fading! Sparkman could pick up the win here! She drops to a knee! The ref lifts her hand and it drops once...it drops a second time....it dr--no! Akrista is still awake, and the match goes on!
Akrista is able to somehow get to the rope and hang on to it long enough for Mark Lansing to finally decide to make Sparkman let go of the hold. He sighs as he looks at Akrista, who is just about out of it after the sleeper hold. He goes for a huge Clothesline to put her on the ground for a good count, but as he runs at her, she is able to duck and pull the rope with her, and he ends up spilling out onto the floor outside. She does fall to the mat however, hanging on to the rope to keep her somewhat vertical so the only count is Sparkman on the outside. (.....1 .....2) Sparkman gets to his feet and rolls into the ring, grabbing Akrista by the hair as he whips her into the turnbuckle. He then runs over and hits her hard with a Clothesline into the corner, and she falls over. Sparkman, seeing this as the prime opportunity to take advantage of a moment, rolls her to the middle of the ring and covers her arrogantly.
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THRE-- NO! HOLY SHIT AKRISTA GOT A SHOULDER UP! The fans, as well as myself are all marking out right now! Sparkman has a look of absolute shock, that you just have to see. Your life wouldn't be complete without this look. He gets to his feet, and she slowly claws her way to hers with the help of the ropes. He takes this opportunity to just absolutely devastate her with a huge Clothesline, and as he hops right back to his feet, that arrogant prick is smirking again. He walks around the ring and looks around at the fans, and then he thrusts his hips a few times, and there are some implications there, maybe?
He picks her up by the hair and throws her head in between his legs...and he looks to be setting up for his signature Piledriver, but in a last ditch effort, she throws him over her head and he lands hard on the mat! Akrista crawls over to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle as Sparkman tries to figure out what just happened. She pulls herself to the top rope, and though she struggles for a few seconds, is able to keep herself balanced. He gets to her feet, and she dives off, wrapping her legs around his neck and she does it! She sends him to the mat hard with her headscissors from the top! That is the prime example of high risk and high reward! She crawls over and covers!
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Akrista Walsh has just won her debut here on the pay per view pre-show! She can't contain her excitement, and hell, why lie, neither can I! That was a magnificent performance from both of them, but she just had that little bit more hunger in her eyes! What a match from these two!
Winner: Akrista Walsh
Trent Brown vs Andrew The Beast
This match was a huge brawl, but was also very one sided. Brown took control of the match easily and quickly, and very harshly. This started with several huge right hands from Brown, and he was really showing why he deserves a roster spot and should be considered a threat by the rest of the roster. He started with some huge right hands, then he whipped Andrew into the ropes, and as Andrew came back, he sent him to the mat with a Powerslam.
After the beatdown continued for some time, Brown sent Andrew into the ropes and then hit him hard with a corner splash. He picked him up and dropped him immediately onto the turnbuckle with a snake eyes, then a German Suplex which sent Andrew to the mat hard on his neck, and he grabbed it in pain, rolling around the ring hurt. The crowd wasn't reacting well at all, just because Andrew looked so bad.
Trent didn't even get to do his finisher before the referee had declared him the winner because Andrew was hurt so badly he couldn't continue to compete.
Winner: Trent Brown
Show Start
"Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine is played behind a video package of several NAW Superstars. Clips of things like Gunner Hughes hitting Buckshot on Steven Gold, David Fraggle hitting the Fraggle Rock Drop on Toro of the former Los Conquistadores tag team, and some of our newer signings either making their way to the ring or after their first wins. The video package ends to a large pyro display around the arena, and the crowd is going insane. It's the biggest crowd we've ever seen at NAW, and the cameras pan around to show some of the signs that the fans are holding.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first ever North Atlantic Wrestling Pay-Per-View, St. Valentine's Day Massacre! We have a stacked card tonight, including a tournament to crown the first ever TV Champion, as well as a match to decide the decisive Tag team champions!
Torres: And on top of that, we'll see Gunner Hughes face David Fraggle, and a UWL World Heavyweight Championship Match, where we will witness brilliance, I'm sure.
Gould: That's right! Pat Gordon, Jr. will face off against Leon Corella one on one tonight!
Scotty Blazer vs Ciale Murphy
The crowd is still in eruption from the beginning of the show as we hear the opening to "Holding Out For a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler. The crowd has seemed to embrace this theme song though, as we see Scotty Blazer appear on the stage after a few seconds. He looks around at the fans and he smiles, waving to them all. He looks at the fans as he walks down the ramp, and he even shakes a few hands, gives a few high fives, and greets some of the younger fans in the audience.
Rebecca: The following match is a part of the tournament to crown our first Television Champion and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, "Mister Terrific" Scotty Blazer!
Scotty rolls into the ring and holds his arm up high as the crowd continues to cheer the big man on. He stands in his corner, finishing up some last second stretching when everyone's attention is brought back to the stage as we hear "Look at me Now" by Chris Brown. The beat has to be what got all the attention. Ciale Murphy smirks as he walks out onto the stage and holds his arms out, as though to say he's the greatest or something of the sort, and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction, although it seems to be mostly boos.
Gould: Crowd doesn't seem to know how they want to react to Mr. Murphy.
Torres: They should love him, he's one of the most exciting superstars that I've ever seen in my career.
He starts to walk down the ramp, staring down some of the fans who don't seem too overly impressed with him.
Rebecca: And his opponent... Ciale Murphy!
Ciale slides into the ring and looks over at the huge brawler across the ring from him. The bell rings, and Lansing is this match official. The two lockup, which is stupid on Murphy's part, because Scotty takes him down to the mat very quickly. He gets back up and grabs Murphy, picking him up and dropping him with a Scoop Slam. He picks Murphy up again, and whips him into the ropes. As Murphy comes back, Scotty hits him with a Big Boot. Scotty then backs up into the ropes, comes back, and lands hard on Murphy with a big Leg Drop. He covers quickly, but doesn't quite get a full one count before Murphy gets a kickout.
Gould: This match is all Scotty Blazer so far.
Torres: It also just started like thirty seconds ago. Give the man a chance to catch a groove.
Scotty picks Murphy up, and Murphy headbutts him hard to force him back a few steps. He throws a quick kick combination of a left, left, left, then a right to Scotty's ribs, then smirks for a second before hitting a huge Enziguiri. This, though, only somehow manages to put Scotty down on one knee. Murphy goes for another Enziguiri, but this time Scotty shows great agility as he ducks, and Murphy totally whiffs on the kick. He hits the mat, and Scotty gets right back to his feet, as Murphy gets up, Scotty hits him with a Clothesline, Murphy is to his feet again, and Scotty hits him with another. Murphy stays down for a few seconds now, and Scotty looks at him, then picks him up and hits him with an Uppercut.
Gould: Scotty is showing us a very nice display tonight. An excellent argument for him to be a champion in the company.
Torres: Not denying that Scotty is a good wrestler, but Murphy should be doing so much better. Not sure what's wrong with him tonight.
Scotty grabs Murphy's arm and pulls all of his weight backward, applying his signature hold, the Negative Zone. Murphy looks to be in a very intense pain now, and Scotty locks in the hold as tightly as possible. He keeps holding it in, and the two are in the center of the ring. After squirming, shouting, and pulling for as long as he can, but after a few seconds, the lights cut out. When they come back on, we see Drake Knight as he kicks Scotty in the gut, then he puts him hard on the mat with a Powerbomb. He proceeds to hit Ciale Murphy hard with a big Clothesline then, as Higgins calls for the bell to make the match a no contest, and both men are out of contention for the title. Knight smiles as he looks at both of the downed men, and we see Kandi Washington on the stage then, giving him a thumbs up.
Spoiler Alert
We cut to the backstage area, and we see Virgil Keenan finishing putting his gear on, as he jumps up and down, seeing as his match is coming up shortly. He looks around at the camera crew, who almost look scared and intimidated by him. He makes the motion like he's going to hit one of them, and they all flinch, which makes him chuckle. One of the cameramen, with the camera that's actually running, walks closer, and Virgil pulls the camera close to his face.
Virgil: Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to get this shit rolling! Like the tournament concept? Spoiler alert, I'm gonna win it. Rejoice, motherfuckers.
Virgil lets go of the camera and turns around, only to be hit in the face with a huge right hand from who is revealed in a few seconds to be Drake Knight. He throws repeated stomps onto the downed Virgil Keenan now, going very hard. He pushes everything off of a nearby table and lifts Virgil up, and Virgil throws several punches back now. Virgil backs up to the stunned Knight, and is looking for an Enziguiri, but Drake grabs the leg and turns it into a huge 180 degree powerbomb through the table. Thompson and security are luckily nearby, and they are able to hold Knight back as the medical crew checks on Keenan, and we cut back to the arena.
Kandi Washington vs Sebastian Jankowski
As we go back to the arena, "Get Naked" by Method of Mayhem ft. Lil Kim hits the PA system to a huge negative reaction from the crowd. Kandi Washington appears on the stage seconds later alongside her female bodyguard, Ice.
Gould: Oh, what, is Drake still out looking to take out the next opponent so that Kandi doesn't have to do any work at all?
Torres: Hey, she shouldn't even be in this thing to begin with. Does this look like the place for a lady?
Gould: No, but does she look like a lady? Ladies show respect for their competition. This is just a stone cold bitch who is spoiled to the point where she has bodyguards who do all of the work in her matches.
Kandi and Ice finally finish absorbing all the boos and begin to make their way down the ramp and to the ring. Kandi smiles arrogantly to the fans and gets into the ring, looking around at the crowd, just admiring the fact that she has so much more than they ever will. Just as she gets set up in her corner, "Bulls on Parade" hits, and the crowd gets loud once again, but this time they are excited, as Sebastian Jankowski pops out from behind the curtain.
Gould: And here comes Mr. Excitement!
Torres: People don't actually call him that, do they?
Gould: No, but they sure could.
Torres: That wouldn't make it true.
Jankowski looks down the ramp at Kandi and starts his trek down to the ring. He high fives every single fan that he possibly can, being sure it hit both sides of the ramp, and even starts to go around the ring.
Rebecca: The following is the second match in the TV Title Tournament. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada... Kandi Washington!
The crowd boos loudly at the mention of Kandi's name, and Sebastian uses this as a good time to slide into the ring and climb onto the nearest turnbuckle, garnering a little more crowd support for himself as they get loud again.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from Poland... Sebastian Jankowski!
He hops down and stares at Kandi as the bell rings and his music fades out. The two move to the center of the ring, Sebastian looking for an alternative to having to fight a girl in this match. He looks very sad about having to fight, which Kandi is able to take advantage of, as she backs him into the corner and starts to tease him a little bit.
Gould: See? She has no reason to be teasing him like this. Flaunting what she has like it makes her special.
Torres: But you aren't getting it. It does make her special. She is looking great tonight, and it's because of the exact body that she is flaunting. That is the body of a winner.
Gould: Why do I feel like you don't mean a winner the way that I wish you meant it?
Torres: *laughing* Because you know me, Gould. Because you know me.
Kandi has Jankowski backed into a corner now, and she starts giggling, backing up a few steps. As Jankowski is trying to make himself a little more comfortable with his situation, she takes advantage again, and kicks him in the ribs, then kicks him again. As he doubles over, she is able to hit him hard in the face with a knee, which puts him on the mat. This causes the crowd to be irate, as they start booing loudly. Jankowski gets up, and Kandi goes for a running kick, but he is able to duck out of the way. The next minute or so of the match is just her trying to attack him, and him backing away respectfully.
Gould: This is ridiculous. If he doesn't do something quick though, I know that he'll let this match slip away, and Jankowski really wants this. I can feel it.
Kandi finally slaps Sebastian in the face, which seems to send him into some sort of rage, because now he whips her into the ropes, and she comes back and is met with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, sending her to the mat and sliding. He then picks her up and sends her into the corner, then hits her with a dropkick, as she hits the mat, he kicks her sharply in the spine. He then covers her.
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TW-Kickout! Kandi gets to her feet and looks at Sebastian in shock that he would actually cause physical harm to a girl, and they begin to shout at each other. This allows Sebastian to trip her up and she falls, getting caught up in the ropes. He runs to the opposite rope, and Ice pushes Kandi back into the ring so she hits the mat and lays flat, and Sebastian runs over and goes in between the ropes but doesn't hit anything and winds up out on the floor outside, and he gets back up, disoriented.
Gould: So of course she gets involved somehow! Kandi's help should not be allowed to the ring!
Torres: Gould, you're complaining over a lost cause. We know how this argument is going to end, so just end it while you're not behind.
Gould: Isn't the real phrase "quit while you're ahead?"
Torres: You were never ahead to begin with though, that's the problem.
Kandi pulls Sebastian back into the ring, and looks around at the fans, a smirk on her face. She runs at him, clearly looking for the Final Lick, but he moves, and she totally misses him, her full force sending her onto her butt. She gets back up, more embarrassed than anything, and now Jankowski comes at her like lightning and hits her hard with an Enziguiri. He picks her up and whips her into the corner now, and climbs up onto the top rope, sending her to the mat, and keeping a leg hooked after a Dragonrana, and he holds her for a cover!
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She gets out of it in time, and forces him face first into the middle turnbuckle at that. He holds his nose as she hurries to get to her feet, and she kicks him hard in the ribs. She looks to be going for a small package piledriver, but he grabs her legs, forcing her onto her back, then he jumps over her legs and hits a spinning leg drop. He gets up and looks around as though he's ready to put an end to the match, when suddenly, we see Drake Knight walking slowly down the ramp.
Gould: Oh come on! This is a joke, right? He's not actually coming out here.
Torres: Gould, old buddy old pal, it's Drake's job to be with Kandi at all times. For when she needs protected. Like now!
Drake hops up onto the apron in true tough guy fashion, and this obviously is distracting to the referee as Jankowski goes for a pin attempt. When he realizes who it is though, he hurries up and leaves the ring. Drake starts chasing Jankowski around the outside, and Jankowski runs back in to be Clotheslined hard by kandi. She then looks around and smiles as she runs over and kicks him hard with the Final Lick, and covers.
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Gould: NO!
Torres: And once again, the better competitor wins.
"Get Naked" plays as Kandi, Ice, and Drake all celebrate Kandi's victory inside the ring as we cut back to the back.
Trouble
We see Alex Morgan walking out of the trainer's room, the trainer with him.
Morgan: So you're telling me that there's nothing that can be done?
Trainer: Nothing that we could possibly do for him to be able to compete tonight. He took that powerbomb pretty hard. He'll be lucky if he can compete for like a month.
Morgan: You're joking there, right? He's one of my top guys. I can't have him sidelined forever.
Trainer: We're doing what we can, but he won't be wrestling tonight. I do know that much.
The trainer walks one way while Morgan looks around, clearly unsure of what to do.
Zero Effort
The crowd is looking around at each other up until "Zero" by Evergreen Terrace hits the PA System. They then look at each other, only semi reacting to the new entrance. Some of the fans know this guy from his pre-show match at the last Meltdown. Zero appears on the stage and looks at the crowd from behind his mask. He walks down to the ring slowly, looking back and forth. As he gets into the ring, he grabs a microphone.
Zero: Well, well, well. This tournament could be a lot easier than I thought it would be, now won't it?
The crowd boos loudly.
Zero: What's wrong, can't you people handle seeing the better man being able to move forward?
More boos.
Gould: That's bogus! As much as I don't like him, Virgil Keenan is definitely miles ahead of you, Zero!
Zero just chuckles.
Zero: So my next match is against one Scotty Blazer. But how good is Mr. Blazer really? I mean, look at who he's faced since he got here. Jankowski's a joke, and Ciale Murphy? Really? He wasn't even good enough to get booked on our last card. But that's okay. I'll show Mr. Blazer that I have zero tolerance for losers in any federation that i'm in.
The crowd, who has loved Scotty Blazer tonight, gets even louder.
Zero: Scotty, I hope you're prepared, because our match is in a few minutes, and I'm completely fresh and ready to go.
Zero drops the microphone and starts to head back up the ramp to boos from the crowd as he looks back and forth. Suddenly, we hear "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hit. Alex Morgan shows up on the stage, wearing that quirky smile that he's known for.
Alex: Well Zero, you could win by default...or I could give these fans something interesting. You see, Pittsburgh is one of Pennsylvania's hotbeds for wrestling talent. We've had some big names come from Pittsburgh, and even an Olympic gold medal won, which has been brought as a prize to professional wrestling, to show that we've got it.
The crowd is on their feet to see what's going to happen. They just can't contain all the excitement.
Alex: And we have been lucky enough to be graced with a man who has spent years training to be a wrestler, though he hasn't been lucky enough to find a paying gig yet, I'm sure it's in the cards for him.
Zero: Well if he's so good, why don't you bring him out here?
Morgan smiles, as though that's exactly what he was waiting for. "Now We Run" by Steve Vai plays, and the crowd watches on as an amateur wrestler appears on the stage. He doesn't look too huge, he's about six-three or so, and maybe 230 pounds. But he's built enough to do what Morgan is hoping for. He smiles as he walks down the ramp and Zero backs up into the corner.
Alex: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... MATT CLARK!
The crowd pops loudly as he slides into the ring, and Lansing calls for the bell. The two lock up, and Clark winds up with the upper hand as he shoves Zero to the mat. Zero is able to hop right back up, but Clark takes him down with a double armed Clothesline of sorts. He grabs Zero and picks him up, whipping him into the ropes, and he hits Zero hard with a Clothesline. He then tosses Zero out of the ring and follows as Zero crawls to his feet. He sends Zero head first into the steel stairs along the corner of the ring, and Zero does get back up, ducks under a Clark clothesline, and is able to hit a mule kick to cause him to back up.
Gould: Zero finally brings us a little offense.
Torres: Well, he wasn't expecting to be put into a match unfairly, Gould. So you can't expect him to be totally prepared.
Gould: How is it unfair exactly that he should have to put in as much work as his competition again?
Zero rolls Clark into the ring, and then slides in right behind him. Clark gets up, groggily, and Zero takes this chance to throw some right hands to his face. He then is able to hop up and land a nicely executed Dragonrana, and he hooks the leg.
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TW--Kickout! Zero gets up and stomps on Clark a few times before he finally stops and grabs Clark by his short hair. He goes for a right hand, but Clark grabs his wrist and is able to turn it into an Armbar, as he takes Zero down and applies tons of pressure to his elbow. Zero looks like he might tap when he is able to get a leg under the bottom rope, which forces the break, and Clark doesn't even need to be told, he lets go of the hold right away, under his own will.
Gould: And some good sportsmanship on the part of the local talent, Matt Clark.
Torres: I'm still not sure where Morgan gets off exactly, deciding he can throw together an impromptu match like this.
Gould: Maybe because he owns the company, and he can do with his time and his company what he wants? Just shut up and watch this. Great athleticism displayed by both men tonight.
Zero throws some hard right hands and forces Clark to the ropes. He then whips Clark to the opposite ropes, and Clark comes back but is able to take Zero down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He gets up, as does Zero, and Clark connects with a series of Vertical Suplexes. He ends the chain at three, and covers Zero, hooking the leg.
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TH--Shoulder up by Zero. Clark picks Zero up and looks around, then plants him hard with a DDT. He then walks over to the corner, and Zero rolls onto his back. Clark hops up onto the top rope and dives off, crossing his arms and legs and landing a huge Frog Splash, and then he covers again!
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Gould: A bad showing for Zero, as the local talent just beat him!
Torres: What does this mean? Clark doesn't have a contract with NAW, so he can't compete for a title, can he?
Morgan smiles as Matt Clark walks up the ramp slowly, and the two shake hands on the stage. Zero looks up at the stage, and though you can't see it, you can tell he's in absolute disbelief as to the fact that he just lost to someone who isn't even on the roster.
Morgan: Well, I can't put Mr. Clark into the tournament bracket, as he isn't an NAW talent, but this means that Zero...you are disqualified from tournament contention!
Zero keeps staring as Morgan smiles, and the two go behind the curtain.
Cthulhuson vs Santa Claus
The ring is cleared from the last match, and Rebecca Malone stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, as we hear "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Marshall play, and the fans know who this brings to the ring, as most of the arena begins a booing chorus, while a few fans remain quiet, almost like a respect for Cthulhuson, as he and Raven Nevermoore appear on stage.
Cthulhuson is sporting an interesting attire, it's his normal outfit, but it has quite a bit of pink on it. The fans who read the website know why this is, and they seem to cheer him on a little more than they would normally be prone to because of it.
Rebecca: The following is the final first round match in tonight's TV Title tournament, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the dark crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts... Accompanied by Raven Nevermoore.... Cthulhuson!
Cthulhuson comes down the ramp, staring at the fans in the front row who boo them, but you can tell that he is forgiving of them. He looks around as he removes his robe and climbs up the ring stairs, getting in.
Gould: Remember everyone, this special pink outfit that Cthulhuson is wearing tonight is going to be auctioned off after the show, and the proceeds will be donated to a charity that Cthulhuson seems to be very serious about.
He is standing in his corner as we hear an interesting version of Bing Crosby's "Santa Claus is Coming..." and snow begins to fall in the arena.
Gould: Look Jim, it's snowing!
Torres: Oh dear God, what kind of cheesiness...
After a few seconds, we see Santa Claus being pulled out from behind the curtain on his sleigh. He looks happy, fat, and jolly, just like we all know and love him for, and he has a beautiful Mrs. Claus with him. She is wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, with the whole shebang, stockings, sexy boots, even a hat. He gets out of the sleigh and shakes some younger fans hands, before sliding into the ring. The bell rings, and the two start to square off. Santa gets the size advantage, but Cthulhuson has the speed advantage, which wins the opening little bit here as he is able to duck a Clothesline and hit Santa with an Enziguiri. He picks Santa up quickly and knees him in the ribs a few times. He whips him into the ropes and Santa comes back to be greeted with a huge dropkick. Cthulhuson covers.
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Kickout!
Cthulhuson looks at Raven, who just shrugs to him. He turns back to Santa, who was quick to his feet and he hits Cthulhuson hard with some right hands. He eventually forces Cthulhuson back into the ropes, and hits him hard again with a Clothesline, which sends Cthulhuson out over the ropes and onto the floor. Santa slides out of the ring, and he picks Cthulhuson up and whips him into the guardrail. He then proceeds to attempt some stomps on a cornered Cthulhuson, but he misses, as Cthulhuson moves quickly out of the way, and Santa just kicks the ground, the recoil from this causing him to lose focus for a second. Cthulhuson is back in the ring at this point, and Santa slides in, giving Cthulhuson the prime opportunity for a few big stomps to keep Santa off of his feet.
Gould: Cthulhuson is putting on a clinic today, whatever Santa has, Cthulhuson just seems to have a little bit more in the tank.
Santa fights to his feet, and is hit hard with a Dropkick, but it doesn't quite knock him off his feet. Cthulhuson hits Santa hard with a heel kick though, which does knock him off his feet. Cthulhuson looks down at his opponent, and lifts him up. He looks at the crowd as he proceeds to set up for a Gory Special, and he flips it forward into a Sitout Powerbomb!
Gould: What a move!
Torres: How did he lift him for that though?
Cthulhuson keeps the sitout powerbomb held though for a cover.
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Kickout!
Gould: He almost had him there!
Cthulhuson picks Santa up and looks around as he holds him in place, backs up, and lands a huge kick to Santa's temple. He picks him back up and gets behind him, hooking both his arms and pulling, as he connects a Tiger Suplex and rolls through backward with it! He is right back to his feet, and he looks around, then proceeds to arrogantly bow as though he's putting on a show of tricks or something for the fans, who proceed to boo him. He waves them off though, as thought they don't matter. He picks Santa up, who shoves him into the ropes, and he goes back, only to be hit hard with a Clothesline from good ol' Saint Nick. Santa drags Cthulhuson to the corner, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, bounces on it a couple of times and as he jumps off, Cthulhuson rolls out of the way so Santa lands on his gut hard on the mat. He rolls onto his back in pain, and after Cthulhuson is able to set up the Necronomicon, the match might be over.
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Torres: Cthulhuson just advanced into the second round of the tournament!
Gould: That means his next stop will be Kandi Washington!
As the heavy metal version of "Lux Aeterna" blasts on, Cthulhuson looks around at the fans while Mrs. Claus attends to Santa and pulls him out of the ring, helping him back to his sleigh.
Latin Kings vs Dillinger Gang
After a few seconds, we hear "Carry It" by Travis Barker hit the PA System. The fans jam along with the music, and shortly we see Tommy and James, the Dillinger Gang. They get a mixed fan reaction, and they both stand on the stage and look around at the crowd.
Gould: Here comes the Dillinger gang, and the fans have had a rough debate about who they like better from this team, Jim.
Torres: Obviously this decision is very easy. Tommy Dillinger can fly all over the place and kick all sorts of asses out there. He's clearly the superior Dillinger brother.
The two start to walk down the ramp as the crowd stays mixed in their reaction to the brothers.
Rebecca: The following match is a Loser Leaves Town match, meaning the losing team will have to leave North Atlantic Wrestling. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussetts... The Dillinger Gang!
The brothers slide into the ring, and the lights quickly cut to black. We hear the familiar line that begins Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Brain" to much crowd love. The lights come back on when the familiar bassline comes on, and the fans seem to enjoy the music, though when Marco and Diego appear on the stage, the reaction is very mixed, with a lot of boos. Marco starts to shout something in Spanish at the fans, but Diego is there to calm him down in just a couple of seconds.
Rebecca: And their opponents...from El Paso, Texas... The Latin Kings!
The two of them slide into the ring and start force their way toward the Dillinger Gang, but Eddie Higgins is able to get into the middle and hold them back while the Dillingers discuss strategy.
Gould: Both of these teams look ready for action, and I think they both really want to win it.
Torres: You're kidding, right? Of course they both want to win it, nobody likes the thought of losing their job.
The bell rings, and Diego Martinez and James Dillinger are the two to start the match in the ring. They circle the ring and lock up, James is able to force Diego back into the corner and is able to squish him there for a few seconds. He then throws a chop to Diego's chest, then another, and when he goes for a third, Diego catches his hand and attempts to turn it into an armbar, but James is able to knee Diego in the ribs to keep him away from doing anything to get an advantage. He whips Diego into the ropes, and Diego ducks a Clothesline, running to the other ropes. When Diego comes running back, he is greeted and planted into the mat with a Powerslam.
Gould: Wow, huge powerslam from James Dillinger!
Diego is able to hop right back to his feet, and James knees him a few times, then sets him up and connects with a Vertical Suplex. He covers, but can't even get to a full one count before Diego kicks out. James goes for another lockup after Diego is to his feet, but Diego instead opts to go low, and headbutts James in the gut, then gets up and throws a knee to his face, which puts him back up, but he is holding his face. Diego takes him down now and starts to hit him with repeated right hands. He gets up and starts to kick James in the ribs until Higgins tells him to give James a second to catch some breath. Diego obliges as he turns around to tag his partner. Marco hops into the ring and picks James up, whipping him into the ropes, and as James comes back, he is met with a Headscissors that sends him way across the ring.
Torres: God, as much as I don't want to like him, Marco Uribe is such a gifted athlete. Look at the finesse he uses against a guy quite a bit bigger than him.
Marco runs and lands on James with a nice running swan dive, and he pulls James to the middle of the ring and covers him quickly.
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TW--Kickout! Marco picks James up, and James shoves him back, then tags in Tommy. Tommy runs over and takes Marco out with a huge Clothesline. He gets up and holds his arms out and shouts at the fans, who give him a mixed reaction still, but some more cheers than boos. As he turns, Marco is getting up, so he runs over to knee Marco in the face and keep him on the mat. He then throws a double ax handle down, which sends Marco absolutely flatly onto his stomach. He picks Marco up and pulls him to the turnbuckle, and sets up for a Tornado DDT, but Diego shakes the ropes, and this causes Tommy to lose his balance.
Torres: Very wise move there.
Tommy falls into the ring, and Marco climbs quickly to the top turnbuckle and jumps off, turning backward and hitting Tommy hard with a Splash. He covers.
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Kickout!
Gould: Yeah, not gonna be that easy to take these guys out.
Marco pulls Tommy to his feet, but Tommy quickly recovers and starts to throw right hands, and Marco returns the right hands. The two alternate for several seconds before Tommy is able to grab Marco and whip him into the ropes. Marco comes back and is greeted with a Dropkick, which sends him hard to the mat, and Tommy picks him up and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Marco flops onto his back and holds his face as Tommy runs over and hits a Springboard Moonsault from the second rope and covers!
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Kickout!
Gould: He almost had the win for his team there!
Torres: Yeah, but these two are great, so it's gonna take more than what Tommy has given.
Tommy pulls Marco to his feet and throws a few hard right hands before whipping him into the ropes and planting Marco into the mat with a rotating Spinebuster. He then hops up to his feet and tags in James. James picks up Marco, and lifts him like he's going to hit a Powerbomb and just as he goes to throw him down, Marco reverses it into a Hurricanrana. He gets up and tags in Diego, who climbs up to the top rope. As James gets to his feet, Diego hits him with a Diving Clothesline off the top rope, then Diego runs over and knocks Tommy Dillinger off of the apron. Diego turns around and then whips Jame Dillinger into the turnbuckle. He runs over and kicks him in chest then, and as James groggily comes out of the corner, Diego is able to connect with a Bulldog, planting him on his face in the center of the ring. He covers, and Tommy Dillinger jumps into the ring. Marco is quick acting though as he hits him with a Spear that puts them both onto the floor outside the ring as Higgins counts.
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Kickout! Just before the three, James is able to get a shoulder up.
Gould: Oh my God, how did he do it?
Torres: I don't have a clue how Dillinger pulled that kickout off, but Diego is none too pleased now.
Diego gets to his feet and stares at the downed Dillinger brother, while the Tommy and Marco fight on the outside, essentially turning this into two separate fights. Tommy and Marco actually start to make their way up the ramp with the fight. Diego stomps on James Dillinger's ribs a couple times while he's down, and he covers again, but still gets the same result. He sighs as he picks James up and whips him into the ropes. James comes back and is hit with a Rotating Spinebuster. He then looks around and smiles as he walks to the nearest turnbuckle.
Gould: Oh no, what's he doing Torres?
Torres: He's taking out the lights for the Dillinger boys is what he's doing!
Diego dives off the top rope head first, hitting his head off of that of James Dillinger, and he flips over onto his front after and holds his head in intense pain. He crawls over though and is able to cover.
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TWO(Tommy Dillinger just threw Marco into the crowd and is running down the ramp)
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THREE!
Just as Tommy knocks Diego off of James Dillinger, the ref counts the three and the match is over! "Insane in the Brain" hits the PA as the match ends, and Tommy starts to violently attack Diego. He throws some rapid stomps to Diego's chest as security comes out to escort the two out of the arena as the crowd is loud, but very mixed in the reaction to this match, although after this there are a few more cheers for the Latin Kings.
Aftermath
We see Zero walking around backstage, tossing things around the hall that he's in as Barry Lincoln slowly comes over toward him.
Lincoln: Zero, you just lost a match to a local wrestling talent, which has put you out of the TV Title Tournament tonight. How do you feel about that, exactly? Any word for the fans who want to know what's running through your mind?
Zero stares for a moment before finally hitting Lincoln in the face with a pie that is sitting on a nearby catering table and walking away.
The Next Step
"Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits, and the crowd gives Alex Morgan a pretty positive reaction, as he has given them a very fun night so far. He appears on the stage with the microphone and a belt, and his music cuts as he appears onstage.
Morgan: Well, since it seems that one whole half of the bracket was wiped out by unforeseen circumstances, I have no choice but to announce to you all, our TV Title match.
The crowd cheers, though not for the whole situation, but for the fact that we get to see our first ever TV Champion crowned. "Get Naked" by Method of Mayhem plays loudly, and the fans that were cheering just seconds ago waste absolutely no time turning those cheers into boos. After several seconds, Kandi Washington appears on the stage with her bodyguards and William Allen, he publicist and attorney. She looks over at Alex and smirks, then she shrugs as though she didn't have anything to do with what happened tonight.
Gould: Look at the smirk, and she's going to try to act all innocent because she's attractive, and stupid people would fall for it.
Torres: Well to be fair, she's not the one who wiped out half of our tournament bracket.
Gould: You're trying to tell me that she didn't have anything to do with the huge attack on Virgil keenan? Or Scotty Blazer and Ciale Murphy?
Torres: I didn't say she didn't have anything to do with it, I just said that she didn't do it.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NAW TV Title! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada.... KANDI WASHINGTON!
Kandi gets into the ring, and is being pepped up by Knight and Ice, while William Allen seems to be arguing with somebody on his cell phone. The lights dim dramatically as Alex Morgan sits at the commentary table, and a heavy metal version of "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Marshall plays. Cthulhuson appears on stage, alongside his manager Raven, as the two just seem to charge down the ramp and to the ring, as Cthulhuson slides in.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from the crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts... Cthulhuson!
A few fans bow to Cthulhuson, although they seem to do so in a very mocking manner. Cthulhuson stares over at Kandi though, as the lights come back on, and Kandi runs at him to kick him hard in the gut. She does so again, and again, and on the fourth one, he catches her leg, and she struggles to keep her balance on her other leg, although she manages to do this really cool back roll, and causes Cthulhuson to actually flip forward and land on his back. She hops back to her feet and runs to the ropes, hoping for a springboard moonsault from the second rope, but Cthulhuson rolls out of the way and Kandi eats mat. He hops back up to his feet, and Kandi also gets up, as Cthulhuson grabs her and lifts her in the air. He holds her there for somewhere in the neighborhood of a good five seconds, setting up a delayed brainbuster, and then he drops to the mat, causing her to land on her neck. He covers and hooks the leg.
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T--Shoulder up! Kandi grabs the rope after Cthulhuson gets up, and she gets to her feet as well. The two lock up, and Cthulhuson forces Kandi into the corner. He then whips her into the other corner, then he charges over to hit a dropkick, but she ducks and rolls out of the ring, and he totally misses. Raven wastes no time rolling Kandi into the ring though, which causes a stir from Ice in Kandi's corner, as she heads right over and starts to chase Raven around. The two eventually make their way up the ramp and backstage, leaving Drake Knight and William Allen the lone people on the outside.
Gould: If I'm not mistaken, Cthulhuson may be lucky that Higgins didn't consider that an interference big enough to cause a DQ.
Morgan: No, in a title match like this, Eddie Higgins won't call the match on a move like that. It might get him the loss in a normal match, but this is way too big, and Higgins knows that. I hired him because he's one of the best.
Cthulhuson grabs Kandi by the hair, and looks around, but Kandi headbutts him in the ribs, causing him to double over, then again, causing him to let go. She then proceeds to back up and hit him with a dropkick, knocking him off his feet. She runs to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top, landing a Moonsault and covering with a leg hook.
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Kickout!
Torres: High risk paid off for Kandi for a second there as she landed a very nice Moonsault.
Gould: Right, but she didn't get the win yet, which is all that really counts, isn't it?
Kandi grabs Cthulhuson's head and slams it into the mat a couple times before he shoves her off of him. He gets to his feet, as does she, and she goes to kick him, but he catches her leg and turns it into a modified ankle lock where he has himself wrapped around her leg as he twists it. She stretches out more than thought possible in order to get a hand on the bottom rope and Cthulhuson is forced to break the hold. He does so, and he pulls Kandi to her feet, and he connects with a Stu Hart Special, then goes for another cover.
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TW--kickout!
Gould: Kandi has a fighting spirit, and it shows again right here.
Torres: She deserves all the accolades she's gotten, as well as more respect than she gets.
Gould: Really? Considering her first two wins here weren't even her own doing?
The two stare each other down, and this time Kandi is the one to get the upper hand as she sends Cthulhuson to the mat with a Fireman's Carry. She gets up, and as Cthulhuson gets up, facing the opposite direction, she runs and lands a Bulldog, slamming him on his face onto the mat. She then proceeds to place a knee on his spine and dig it in as she pulls his head back roughly. She looks ready to freak out though when he refuses to tap out, and is able to overpower her, forcing her off of him. They are both quickly to their feet, and Cthulhuson ducks a Clothesline, turns quickly to attempt an Enziguiri, but Kandi ducks that. He hops to his feet and they lock up, with Kandi sending him to the mat with an Arm Drag, and she holds onto his arm and locks in an armbar, pulling his hand up behind his back, trying with all her might to pull it up his spine, and she looks like she might even try to rip it off. He leans forward and twists himself about, eventually able to untwist his arm so they're facing each other, and he sends her to the mat with an Arm Drag of his own.
Morgan: I love that we have a nice techinical matchup here. It almost makes up for the fact that Drake Knight has been ruining my show all evening.
Gould: Speaking of that, Mr. Morgan, do you plan to do anything to rectify that situation? I mean, things like that can't just go unpunished.
Morgan: Something will most definitely be done about it. It's like the law of inertia. For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. There will be a punishment handed out for this, as soon as I decide something fitting for him.
Cthulhuson comes up behind an unsuspecting Kandi, locking in a Full Nelson on her, and as she fights it, to no avail, he is able to lift her and toss her across the ring easily, turning it into a release Suplex. He rolls onto his front and sees that he's got her right where he wants her now. As she gets up, he sets up for his signature Subterranean Press, but she is able to get out, and jumps up in the air, pulling him down hard and connecting with a Double Knee facebusster. She crawls over and covers him.
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Kickout!
Gould: And just before the three he is able to kick out!
Kandi appears to be in complete shock, thinking that she had had the match won. She picks him up and whips him into the ropes roughly, then she sends him down hard with a very nice Dragonrana, and she proceeds to attempt another pin.
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Kickout, earlier this time. She looks angry now as she gets up, stomping her feet. She then looks down at him and hits him with a Leg Drop. She runs to the ropes and as he gets up, she springboards off of the second rope and turns to hit him with a Diving Crossbody and another cover.
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ANOTHER KICKOUT! Kandi is very frustrated now, and is looking at Eddie Higgins and shouting while she slaps her hands together three times, and he just shakes his head, telling her it was only a two. Cthulhuson comes from behind with a rollup!
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Kickout!
Gould: Wow! I thought that this distraction was going to give us our first TV Champion!
Cthulhuson looks once again for the Subterranean Press, and once again it is countered. The lights cut out though, and when they come back on, we see Virgil Keenan with a sleeper hold locked on an unsuspecting Drake Knight on the outside! Kandi sees this and it keeps her highly distracted, which gives Cthulhuson the opportunity for one more rollup!
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THREE!
Gould: He got it! We have a TV Champion!
Torres: Come on, ref! Why did he just let Keenan go?
Gould: Virgil Keenan didn't interfere with either competitor, it's all legal.
Alex Morgan gets into the ring while "Lux Aeterna" plays, and he hands Cthulhuson the TV Title belt, and Cthulhuson holds it high in the air to a mixed reaction from the fans, although he and Virgil Keenan stare each other down for several seconds.
We cut to the backstage area now, where we see Gunner Hughes getting ready for his match later, while Pat Gordon Jr is all set up and ready to go for his match, which is next.
PGJR: Hey, Gunner. I saw your match at Wrestlefest. Ryan Kidd is a hell of a wrestler, and you guys put on a clinic out there.
Gunner: Thanks. You did well yourself.
Gordon nods and smiles.
PGJR: Anyway, I just wanted to say congrats on the title win, and good luck in your match.
Gordon reaches out to shake hands, and Gunner looks at the hand, completely straightfaced as he stares at Gordon. Gordon starts to pull his hand back when Gunner reaches out and the two men shake hands, and we cut back to the front.
Part Gordon, Jr. vs Leon Corella
R/A: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR THE UWL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF... THE WOOOOOORRRLLLLDDDD.... INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHAMPION....
[Chariots of Fire' fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr., who steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring, giving out high-fives to any outstretched hands along the way. He does a lap around the ring, still giving out high-fives to any fans who want one, before he climbs inside. PGJR pulls back on the ropes for a couple of last minute stretches before ripping the UWL World Championship off of his waist and hoisting it in the air to the overwhelming approval of the crowd.]
R/A: STANDING AT FIVE FEET, ELVEN AND A HALF INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING APPROXIMATELY ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS.... FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS....
PPPPAAAAAATTTTTT GGGGGOOOOOORRRRDDDDOOOONNNNN JJJJJJJJUUUUUUNNNNNNNIIIIIIOOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!
R/A: AND THE CHALLENGER....
[Cue the opening guitar rift for the Muse's "House of the Rising Sun". The Arena lights change to a golden hue. Through those curtains steps none other than Leon Corella...]
#THERE IS....A HOUSE.... IN NEW ORLEANS....#
[....He sports full ring gear, consisting of black and gold tights decorated with a metallic golden skull and red rose on the outer thighs, matching elbow and knee pads, similarly detailed wrestling boots, and heavy white tape from his fists to half the forearm. Despite being tied back in a short, tight ponytail, Strands of short blond hair hang in his face as he scans the crowd with ice blue eyes, his gaze intense and intimidating.]
#TTTHHHEEEEYYYYY CCCCCAAAAALLLLLL THA RRRRIIIISSSSSSIIIINNNNN' SSSSSUUUUUNNN!!!!#
[Leon strolls down the isle, little in the way of fan fair as he makes his way to the ring. Upon arrival, he hops onto the apron and walks the length of it, looking briefly to the crowd before throwing one leg through the ropes, dipping down and walking out onto the canvas.]
R/A: HAILING FROM PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND, THIS COMPETITOR STANDS SIX FEET, FIVE INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS....
[Front and center he stands, staring hard at the entrance arch with a fierce, steel gaze that withers even the bravest of souls...]
R/A: TSWF CHAMPION AND NEW KING OF RAGE COUNTRY.......
LLLLLEEEEEOOOOOONNNNNN CCCCCOOOOORRRREEEELLLLLAAAAAA!!!
[...His eyes say it all- He's not here to f*** around. He's here to conquer. He turns to face Pat Gordon Jr, the Irish scrapper's eyes blazing with intensity as they stare one another down. Tonight they weren't friends, they weren't enemies, they were competitors.]
[The referee displays the belt to both competitors, Leon looking towards it then back at Pat Gordon Jr... He mouths "It's my time..." PGJ's reply? "Only if you can take it..." With knowing nods the two back away as the referee motions for the bell.]
*DING*
[Pat Gordon Jr. bull rushes Corella with a surprise flurry of left and right punches that catches the challenger off gaurd. Driven back into the ropes, all Leon can do for the moment is bring his fists up to try and deflect as many blows as he can.]
[Leon suddenly blocks a punch and cracks PGJ in the jaw with a hard right of his own, but the Irish scrapper shrugs it off and throws a hard kick into Corella's abs, then follows up with a standing Dropkick that sends Corella up and over the top rope to the arena floor! Leon flips with the fall, landing on his feet with a bit of a stumble. The two men stare hard at one another, Pat Gordon stepping back from the ropes and putting his hands up, he motions for Corella to get back into the ring.]
[Leon cautiously climbs onto the ring apron and slips his foot through the ropes, re-entering the ring. Once again, PGJ is on him in a flash but the bigger man catches him by surprise this time. Absorbing a few fierce, rapid fire jabs, Leon counters with a sharp European uppercut which is then followed by a vicious knife edge chop across Pat's chest, his hand cracking across it almost like a whip with blisters forming instantly on the champion's skin. PGJ stumbles back, clutching his chest as it burns with a painful sting.]
[The challenger charges ahead, lifting PGJ off his feet, pressing him over his head! Corella goes for the inevitable deposit, but Pat slips out of his hands for a tuck and roll landing behind him. Leon turns quickly and find himself the victim of a hard gut punch! PGJ then grabs his left arm, twists it into a standing wristlock and starts hammering the shoulder and elbow!]
[With grit teeth, Leon takes some abuse as he tucks into a forward roll, untwisting his arm. Leon's back on his feet in a flash, twisting PGJ's arm into a tight hammerlock from behind. Pat moves with him, turning the move on him and putting Leon in a hammerlock instead. Snarling Corella stomps on Pat's foot, then throws his elbow into the man's ribs to force him to let go, sending Pat stumbling back into the nearby ropes.]
[Corella turns around with a hard swing, only for Pat to snap forward off the ropes, duck the punch and catch Leon hard in the ribs and immediately following it up with a headbutt right in the very same shoulder he had been targetting. Corella lets out a growl of pain, grabbing the shoulder and falling into the ropes!]
[Pat grabs Leon by that arm and yanks him away from the ropes, whipping him into the nearest corner. There he hooks that very same arm through the ropes and starts to twist the wrist sharply while pulling at the shoulder and torquing the eblow joint against the ropes. Pat is rewarded with a sharp cry of pain from his challenger, who seems practically paralyzed with agony.]
[This goes on for a standing four count before Pat finally legs go and backs off the customary five paces. He then rushes in with a series of elbow smashes to the side of Corella's head before scooping him up and hanging him upside down in a tree of woe!]
[Pat then backs up, sizing Corella up for a moment before rushing in full steam ahead with a baseball slide! At the last possibly second, however, Leon pulls himself to a sit up on the top rope, leaving Pat to slide through the ropes and hit, groin first, into the base of the turnpost. There is a collective groan from the crowd as they watch him lay there in pain...]
[...Leon crouches down on the top turnpost, then hops with a short spin, driving both feet right down on the chest of PGJ with a Sak-Fu stomp. Corella tucks with a backroll on impact, quickly getting to his feet only to drop back down and roll out of the ring.]
[As Pat coughs and gasps for air, Corella steps around the otherside of the turn post. PGJ sees it coming but can't crawl away fast enough with the air still driven from his lungs by that brutal diving stomp. Leon reaches through, grabbing both of Pat's legs and pulling him for another groin first impact into the turnpost!]
[With a sadistic smile on his face, Leon pushes Pat back a littl bit, where his knees meet the Turnpost and starts repeatedly driving the side of the man's knees into the steel with alternating smashes! Over and over, he brutally and savagely attacks, only rolling in to stop the Referee from counting him out!]
[Once there, he grabs Pat by his right leg and drags him back to the center of the ring. Flipping Pat onto his belly, he then locks him up with a single Leg Crab!]
Corella: TAAAAPPP!!!!! TTTTAAAAPPPPP!!!!!
[Pat shakes his head furiously... his teeth grit as pain shoots through his hips and left leg.]
PGJ: NNNNNOOOOOO!!!! HHHHEEELLLLL NNNNOOOO!!!!
[Leon starts punching the side of the knee, over and over, hitting that special nerve that runs the length of your leg and lower back. Over and over, he hits it, demanding for Pat to tap out, but the Irish Scrapper refuses. Fighting with every fiber of his being, The Champion starts trying to drag both himself and Corella towards the ropes. The two hundred and sixty pound Pankration fighter holds strong, making Pat's struggles seem hopelessly in vain.]
Corella: GIVE UP PAT!! YOU.... CAN'T.... BEAT.... MMMMEEE!!!!
PGJ: GGGGOOOOOO TTTOOOOO HHHHELLLLL!!!!
[With an intense burst of effort he manages to throw himself forward, his finger tips hooking the ropes. Pat roars in agony as the effort stretches him painfully at the hip and leg, his body held taut and no longer touching the canvas. After a standing four count, Leon lets the leg go and steps back to allow the Referee to do his job.]
[Much to the applause of the crowd, Pat refuses to give up, rising to a hobbled stand while using the ropes. Corella, merciless to his core, blows past the referee and viciously attacks the leg with a chop block. Pat is driven off his feet with a spectacular flip on impact, landing hard on his back and clutching that knee once more.]
[Back on his feet, Leon grabs that leg, holds his elbow up, and then falls, driving the elbow right into the inside of Pat's knee. From there, he synches the leg in, brutally wrenching and yanking on it. The Champion, however, shows there's still plenty of fight left in him as he starts to repeatedily drive fists into the back of Leon's head!]
[As Leon tries to let go and roll away, Pat catches his left arm, the one he had attacked previously, and rolls Leon onto his belly to lock on a grounded, improvised inverted kneeling Armbar and wrench, driving his knee right into his opponent's shoulder blade! Leon lets out a snarl of pain, struggling and fighting to get himself to the ropes as fast as possible!]
PGJ: I'LL SNAP IT LEON!!! TAP!!! TAP!!!
Corella: AAAAAGGGHHHHH FFF********** YOU!!!!
[Inch by inch, Leon had been dragging himself closer to the ropes, Pat fighting him the entire way. After a few mere seconds stretched for what felt like an eternity, Leon grabs onto the ropes. Once more, Pat holds that arm for a standing four count and releases. Leon rolls out of the ring and walks around on the outside, wringing his hand and flexing his fingers to try and get feeling back in his arm.]
[Shaking his head, Pat rolls out of the ring and cracks Leon with an axe handle to the back, sending the challenger stumbling towards the ring barricade. Leon turns and catches him with yet another vicious chop to the chest, then hits him with a hard shoulder ram into the apron! There, Leon starts to pepper him with vicious left hand shots to the stomach, followed by an equally savage backfist that sends PGJ spiralling to the floor.]
[Pat, surprisingly, rolls with the fall and right back to his feet where he makes a full frontal assault on Corella. Clearly, the Irish Scrapper had stepped up his game and would have kept going if it weren't for a well placed kick by Corella to the outside of his left knee. Pat staggers back with a growl of pain and Corella starts dropping bomb after bomb to the face of PGJ. His taped fists drive Pat back with blow after blow, the striking power of the larger and stronger Corella never more evident than in this moment.]
[Just as it seems Pat is about to fall, he ducks a punch from Corella and drives him back into the apron, where he starts hammering away with body shots on his larger foe once more. It was at that moment that PGJ heard the Ref shout "EIGHT", holding four fingers on both hands up. With eyes wide, he quickly dives back into the ring to keep from being counted out!]
[The surprise comes when he's in just enough to break the count, only to find himself being drug back out of the ring by his legs. After landing on his feet, Pat and Leon once more, trade shots back and forth, only this time Pat catches Leon's arm, twists it into a standing wristlock and throws both knees into the side of his elbow as he falls to the floor. Sure, it hurt him a little, but Leon would fall to the ground with a snarl of pain as his elbow is tweaked by the falling armbreaker. Leon rolls away from Pat, clutching his arm in pain.]
[Both men quickly back on their feet, PGJ jumps with a standing dropkick right in Leon's shoulder that drives him right into the gaurd rail. PGJ rolls to a stand, grabs Corella's hurt arm and sends him for a hard Irish Whip into the ring steps. Corella manages to tuck in and throw his back into the steps, minimizing the damage as his heavy frame dislodges the steel stairs from the ring apron.]
[PGJ breaks the count by ducking under the ropes, then rolls back out to ringside as Leon slowly gets to his feet. Pat catches with a hard left hand punch, which sends him staggering back. Grabbing Leon's head, Pat spins him around and drives him into the ring steps with the heavy thudding of skull meeting steel!]
[Pat pulls Leon's head back and slams it right into the steel again! He does it a third time for added insurance, then pulls Corella off of the ring steps, locking him into a front face lock. Maneuvering himself and Corella, he turns his back to the steps and sets up for a Suplex...]
[PGJ goes for the lift, but Leon hooks his leg with Pat's! The Irish Scrapper tries again, but fails as the leg is hooked again. Leon catches him with a left hooking punch to the liver that actually stalls the champion. Leon then grabs the edge of Pat's tights, lifts him perfectly vertical and then falls forward with a falling Gourdbuster Suplex, smacking PGJ belly first across the ring steps with a sickening impact! Pat rolls off, clutching his guts and thrashing in pure agony!]
[This time it's Leon rolling back into the ring to break up the Referee's count and back out. He gathers Pat up and slings him back into the ring. Sliding in right behind him, he hooks his leg for a pin attempt!]
ONE!!!
TWO!---KICKOUT!!!!
[Pat throws a shoulder up and Leon peppers him with a few solid right punches for his effort. Rising to his feet, Leon backs up into the ropes and snaps off with a running start. He throws his elbow out, clubbing Pat right in the chest with it and going for a second pin attempt!]
ONE!!!
TWO!----KICKOUT!!!
[Snarling, Leon sits up and raises his fist to strike Pat, but instead finds himself rolled into a possum small package! Holy Crap!]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
[Leon pumps his legs and rolls away from Pat, his anger clearly beyond words as rage ate away at any other range of facial expression. Hopping to his feet as Pat fights to get to his, he starts viciously stomping at the man's back and hip, yelling at him over and over.]
Corella: THIS-IS-MY-MO-MENT-YOU-SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!
[Each word punctuated by a stomp until the Referee finally forced him to back off, issuing a stern warning at Corella! Just as it seems Leon is about to murder the ref, his eyes widen with surprise as PGJ pushes the ref aside, catching Leon with a leg tackle and driving him to the canvas! Caught completely off gaurd, Leon finds himself trapped in a full mount as Pat starts hammering away with left and right punches, Corella able to do little more than cover his face from the thunderous blows!]
[After several seconds of weathering out the storm, Corella catches Pat's arm and pulls him down into a hard thumb jab to the eye! Pat rolls off, clutching at his eye, his teeth grit in anger and pain! Once more, Leon rolls out of the ring to try and clear the cobwebs. It's there that we notice a small split above his right eye and a streak of blood from a busted lip running down his chin.]
[Back in the ring, PGJ had managed to recover and there we see the extent of his damage, bruising forming on his jaw and left temple, his lip swollen and bleeding from a split, along with his nose. He makes a running charge for the ropes right at Leon, dropping into a baseball slide and slamming both feet into Corella's left shoulder. The impact is hard enough to send him careening into the announce table with a sharp cry of pain while clutching at his arm.]
[Pat rolls out of the ring and comes at Corella, only finding himself catching a quick right cross to the face that sends him staggering back. Corella then lunges at the man, the two ending up in a collar elbow tie up. With his arm already having taken several hits, he found himself at a disadvantage against PGJ and being driven back into the table. The Referee Starts his count....]
OOOOONNNNEEE!!!
[Corella catches Pat with a surprise headbutt, then slings him into the table. He then boots the Champion hard in the gut and straddles the back of his head with a standing headscissor. Nodding his head, Leon points at the announce table and grabs each of Pat's arms for a double U-Hook, setting up for the Game Over...]
TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!!
[...As he starts to lift Pat, suddenly the young Champion slips his arms free, grabs Corella's legs and back lifts him up and over, letting him crash violently through the announce table!]
*KRRACCKKUUUNNCCHHKKK!!*
[Pat stumbles forward into the ring apron as Leon lay motionless in the table wreckage.]
TTTTHHHHHRRRREEEEEE!!!
[PGJ slides back over the apron and into the ring, choosing to lay for a moment and catch his breath, all the while hoping the damage he's done is enough...]
FFFFOOOOOOUUUURRRR!!!
[Leon's eyes flutter open and he only seems vaguely aware of where he is....]
FFFFFFIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEE!!!
[...His hands lift up as if a zombie trying to will himself back from the dead.]
SSSSSIIIIIIIXXXX!!!
[Back in the ring, Pat slowly sits up, looking through the ropes in time to see Corella roll onto his side and start dragging himself out of the wreckage of the announce table. On his lower back is a noticeable gash, possibly from the sharp edge of a monitor possibly having lacerated the flesh on impact with the table.]
SSSSSSEEEVVVVVEEEENNNN!!!
[Once out of the wreckage, Leon forced himself to a stand, ignoring the pain and seemingly not even noticing the wet streak of blood that was running down the backside of his tights. Pat stares on in shock as Leon points a finger at the man and slowly shakes his head left to right...]
EEEEEEIIIIIGGGGHHHTTT!!!
[...Nodding, Pat rolls out of the ring, restarting the count as he comes at Corella, hammering shot after shot into the man's face. Leon stumbles back, nearly falling back into the wreckage of the table. Instead he redirects the forceof his fall and slings Pat right into a folding chair! Pat lands in a twisted heap as Leon stumbles back into the ring apron. The wound on his back leaves a small blood streak in his wake across the lighter colored parts of the apron.]
[Leon pulls himself onto the apron as Pat gets back to his feet, angrily slinging the chair he had fallen into aside. The young man rushes just as Corella hops off with a diving Elbow smash to PGJ's face! Leon lands on his feet as Pat falls flat on his back, clutching his forehead. Once more, the Ref starts his count back up...]
OOONNNNEEE!!!
[Gathering Pat up, Leon takes him by the arm and hurls him into the ring barricade with a loud smack of ribs against steel. PGJ nearly buckles against the rail. He turns in time for Corella to nail him with a running clothesline, driving him over the barricade and into the laps of a few fans!]
TTTWWWOOO!!!
[Climbing over the barricade, Leon picks Pat up and hits him with a loud and proud arm chop across the chest. PGJ stumbles back, then snarls and answers with a hard punch to Corella's face! Back and forth it would go, the two brawling back and forth until Pat's fist-fueled replies became less and less, until finally Leon hurled him up against the barricade and gave him a final chop that sent him up and over it! The seconds were ticking by and the Ref already had reached Seven in his count...]
.....EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGHHHHTTT!!!
[...Hearing that jarred Leon's senses and he knew he had to get back in the ring! He practically vaulted over the barricade, pushing a fan or two aside in the process.]
[He ran up to the ring and slid under the ropes and back out, resetting the count once more.]
[There he gathered up PGJ, only to find himself caught by the legs and tripped up, going forehead first into the ring barricade with a sharp cry of pain, both hands cupping his face as he rolled onto his knees.]
[Pat grabs Leon by a handful of hair and lifts him up, a waterfall of blood runs down Corella's face and giving him the infamous crimson mask! Pat blinked with surprise and it cost him as Leon's elbow found it's mark in the Champion's gut! He immediately follows up with a European Uppercut, driving PGJ back towards the ring!]
[Corella slings the stunned Pat Gordon over the apron and into the ring, sliding in behind him. He follows in shortly there after, grabbing Pat's legs and twisting him right into a raised Figure 4 Leglock! Pat immediately cries out in pain, Corella adding pressure by raising his hips off the canvas, practically putting all his weight on his elbows and forearms!]
[As the ref focuses on Pat, asking him if he wants to quit, Leon lowers his hips so that he can take the pressure off his arms and quickly grabs the nearby ring ropes, Using them to lift his hips even higher and increase the pressure on PGJ's legs!]
Pat: AAAAAAWWWWWWGGGHHHH!!!!!
[Corella watches the ref and as soon as the Ref's head even starts to turn, he releases the ropes and drops back down, shaking his head and pointing at Pat.]
[The ref looks back and he repeats the process, grabbing the ropes once more to inflict even greater agony on his Irish-American opponent. Leon grinned with vicious glee as Gordon's shoulders fell to the mat. He released the ropes as soon as the Ref started counting...]
ONE!!!
TWO-SIT UP!
[Pat lets out a sharp cry and forces himself to sit up, shaking his head as the Ref asks him once more if he wants to give up. With the ref's attention once again away from Corella, Leon grabs the ropes and gets a cry of agony from PGJ once again!]
[Like before, the Ref checks Corella and he lets go of the ropes in the nick of time. It was at this time that Pat throws his arm into the air, trying to flip himself over. Sensing what was happening Corella did the same, twisting in the opposite direction to try and counter-balance the Champion. The two twist and turn as Pat fights valiantly against the time tested and proven submission hold, but Leon fights him every step of the way.]
[Then Pat finally manages to throw himself a little harder against Leon's leverage. With a cry of pain and effort, he slowly.. painstakingly turns Leon over onto his belly! Leon pushes up on his hands and roars in pain, shaking his head and pounding his fists to the canvas before finally releasing the hold. PGJ rolls away, clutching at his right knee while Leon rises up on the ropes, clutching at his left thigh.]
[As the referee checks him, he shoves the man back. The ref, in turn, returns the shove and actually forces Corella back into the ropes due to the drain of maintaining the Figure 4 and suffering briefly through the reversal.]
[Just as Leon glares with pure hatred at the man, ready to unleash unholy hell, Pat Gordon hurls himself at Corella, clubbing him with an axehandle to the back, both men falling into a heap on the canvas.]
[He then grabs Leon's arm and starts to pull him into that infamous Bridging Chicken wing Crossface, but Corella, aware it was coming, manages to slip free from Pat's grasp. Both men roll away and get to their feet, though Pat noticeably much more hobbled than Leon at this point.]
[Leon scoffs at Pat as they circle one another, asking him, "You can barely stand, let alone move... why continue? Give it up Pat! You can't win!"]
[Pat moves towards Leon and practically falls to one knee, the challenger hopping away from him with a bit more spring in his step, despite the blood that's caked and drying on his face and lower back.]
[He taunts PGJ, motioning him to come at him with wriggling fingers. Once more, PGJ lunges at Corella and the Perfect Bastard hops back with a laugh.]
Corella: I'VE ALREADY WON, PAT... YOU CAN LEAVE WITH YOUR DIGNITY IF YOU JUST GIVE IT UP NOW!!!
[That seemed to spark a surge of adrenaline in Pat Gordon Jr and in a move that took Corella completely off gaurd, the young man launched himself off the canvas, wrapping his arms around Corella and sending him up and over with a steep Belly to Belly Suplex! Leon lands hard on his hip with a skid and a cry of pain!]
[Both men are on their feet, Corella grabbing the re-opened wound on his lower back, only to find himself caught in a rear waistlock! PGJ does a snap bridge and slams Leon head and shoulders first to the canvas with a German Suplex Pin!]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THHHHRRR-POWEROUT!!!
[Corella powers out of the pinfall and tucks and rolls away to a seated position with his back to the ropes, his eyes wide as Pat Gordon Jr practically rises from as if from a grave. Pat hops forward and Leon rolls out of the ring, a hand to his lower back as he holds the other hand up to try and stave off PGJ. Pat yells at Leon through the ropes.]
Pat: YOU THINK I'M DONE?!! I'M NOT DONE!!! YOU'RE DONE!!! GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN THE RING SO I CAN BEAT IT!!!!
[He ascends those ring steps, never taking his eyes off of PGJ for one second as he walks the length of the apron. Leon throws one foot in, followed by the other, and Pat never moves from his spot... just waiting....]
[The two lock up with a solid collar elbow tie up... Corella quickly takes the advantage with a standing wristlock, only for Pat to spin out of it and hook him into a Hip toss, but Corella blocks. Leon goes for the toss and slings PGJ up and over, but Pat tucks and rolls with the fall, quickly turning and yanking Corella to the canvas with a solid left armdrag... Leon winces as the shoulder threatens to seperate, but quickly rolls back to his feet.]
[Corella goes for a clothesline, Pat ducks and catches him in a waistlock and backbridges, sending Corella up and over. Leon lands with a hard slam to the canvas and Pat pushes down on Corella's shoulders for a bridge pinfall. Leon pushes up with his legs and the two form a shortly held human bridge before he spins around, hooks Pat's arms, and drives him to the mat with a backslide pin!]
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
[Pat manages to barely kick out of the hold, both men back on their feet in a flash, Corella goes for a roundhouse kick, but PGJ shows he's craftier. He drops down, hooks Corella's balancing leg and before his other foot even touches the canvas, he finds himself falling on that wounded back once more. Dotting the canvas in several spots are small patches of blood from that wound, showing that it was still bleeding, albeit slowly.]
[Taking full advantage of this, Pat drops down beside Corella and locks him into a grounded Abdominal wrench, holding him in such a way that he has easy access to that wound. Leon cries out in pain as Pat starts slapping his his free hand across that bleeding spot. Each blow causes Leon to tense up, tears in his eyes as the wound is painfully stretched and tortured along with his joints.]
[Everytime the referee asks, "Do you want to quit?" A different curse or insult hits his ears. Very gradually, Leon shifs his feet, relocating his center of balance. Each movement barely percieved by the sophmore Champion. It isn't until it's too late that Pat realizes where it all goes wrong. With a mighty heave Leon slips his leg free from Pat's, then roars as he lifts him with a steep angled Hip Toss to the canvas!]
[On impact, Leon takes Pat by his right arm and twists him into a tight triangle choke, yanking and twisting his wrist and fingers while torquing the elbow and pressing his achilles tendon right into Pat's neck.]
[Leon struggles against Pat the entire time, the young fighter not wanting to give in to the pain or lack of oxygen to his brain. Yet in his struggles, he felt his foot hit something... he swung again and realized it was the ring rope! Pat throws his foot up on the ring rope and the referee immediately orders Leon to release the hold.]
[Four and a half counted seconds later, Leon releases the hold and rolls to his knees, both hands on his thighs as he stares hard at PGJ... He certainly had come a long way from Wrestlefest 1...]
[...He wipes at the sweat and blood on his brow as he watches Pat slowly rise using the ropes. Leon rises and moves in, latching on a rear waistlock, but Pat moves surprisingly quick, slipping out of the hold and applying a back suplex lift, only to spin Corella in his hands as if he were going for an Omega Driver, but Corella spins out of his grasp and lands on his feet beside him. With a snarl, Leon re-applies the rear waistlock and back bridges with a steep German Suplex!]
*WHAM!*
[Leon doesn't release, rolling to his feet and bringing Pat with him for a second, even faster and harder German Suplex!]
*WWWHHAAAMM!!!*
[They roll for that final German, this one going almost as fast as a thirty five mile an hour car wreck!]
*FFFFWWWHHHHAAABBBBAAAMMM!!*
[On that third impact, Leon kips to his feet, arms spread wide as he roars triumphantly to the crowd. He turns in time to see Pat fighting to get to his feet and not seemingly all there, a look of pure shock that quickly dissolves into frustrated anger crosses his face.]
[Leon runs at Pat full steam, throwing his arm out for a power clothesline. PGJ ducks out of the way, surprisingly leaving only one target for Corella... the Referee! The Ref gets bold over in dramatic fashion, landing on his head and neck and flopping on his belly. Corella stares down in disbelief, uncertain how or why the referee was even there and that's all Pat needs...]
[Grabbing Corella by that hurt left arm, he pulls him right into a swinging neckbreaker! There, he locks on the chicken wing and bridges his back, completing the dreaded PAT LOCK! Leon lets out a howl of agony as Pat holds the lock in tight!]
[Leon's howls of agony seem to rouse the referee from his clothesline induced nap to awaken. He looks over with bleary eyes to find Leon slapping his hand against the canvas over and over, indicating a tap out! The ref's eyes go wide and he motions for the bell.]
*DING DING DING!*
R/A: YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION.... AND STILL UWL WORLD....HEAVYWEIGHT...CHAMPION
PAT.... GORDON.... JJJJUUUUUNNNNIIIIIOOOOORRRR!!!!
[Pat releases Corella and rolls to a seat, fist held high in the air as his music hits the house PA system. A ring attendant brings the referee the belt as he helpts Pat to his feet. PGJ is presented his championship and the defending, champion hoists it high in the air to a cheering crowd!]
[We see Leon Corella, already having exited the ring while cradling his arm as he walks up the aisle towards the back. He stops to look over his shoulder at PGJ still celebrating in the ring, a small smirk crossing his blood stained face followed by a simple shake of his head. Turning, he heads through the curtains and straight to the back.]
Vice Squad vs Black Circle Boys
We come back from a spot advertising the next PPV, Spring Breakdown, and we have the ring all set up for the next match. Both officials stand in the ring as Mark Lansing is assisted with pulling a ladder into the ring. Rebecca Malone stands with them, microphone in hand, as the fans cheer, knowing what match is coming up next. After a few seconds, the lights cut out. A red spotlight then turns on, moving around the arena much like the cherry for an unmarked cop car, while a loud siren blares over the speakers. After several seconds of this, and just as the fans think they can't take much more of the siren, it all stops, and the arena is blacked out again, except for the flash of cameras. Then the lights come back on as the Miami Vice theme plays loudly, to a lot of crowd love.
Gould: Here it comes, one of the more looked forward to matches of the night, the Jail Cell Match to decide our Tag Team Champions!
After several seconds of music, Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter appear on the stage, both men smiling and waving, Hank the one holding their belt. They head down the ramp slowly, and they stop every so often to greet some fans.
Rebecca: The following match is a Jail Cell match, and is for the North Atlantic Wrestling Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... The Vice Squad!
They both get into the ring, still sucking in all of the crowd applause and love the reaction that they're getting. They hand Eddie Higgins their title belt, and then go to one of the corners to discuss gameplan, while "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom plays. The cheers turn instantly into the very loud sounds of hatred as we see the Black Circle Boys appear on the stage, Lark Fenriz holding their belt high over his head for the fans to see. They don't care though, and the negative reaction remains one of the loudest reactions we've gotten all night.
Torres: These stupid people could at least show a little respect. Lark Fenriz is almost like their superior.
Gould: Are you kidding right now? You have to earn the peoples' respect, and the Black Circle Boys haven't even come close to earning it. Hell, they just barely managed to get themselves a title shot, and a spot on the Pay-Per-View.
The two of them walk down the ramp slowly, and as the fans continue booing, Shawn Ryder goes so far as to yell at some of them to shut up.
Rebecca: And there opponents... "The Wolf" Lark Fenriz and "Thirty Below" Shawn Ryder... The Black Circle Boys!
Ryder and Fenriz both get into the ring, also handing Higgins their belt. He holds both belts high in the air and hands them to a hand outside the ring, who carries them to the announce table. Rebecca hurries to get out of the ring as the menacing cage begins to be lowered down and surrounds the ring. All four men look around as it finally hits it's stop with a dull thud. The competitors now look at one another, and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell. Ryder runs over and hits Carter hard with a Clothesline, while Fenriz watches him get double teamed as Hank Sharpe hits him hard. Carter and Sharpe start clubbing on the back of Ryder, while Fenriz watches on, almost looking disapproving of the fact that Ryder isn't able to handle the two men on his own.
Gould: Ya know, the match might go a little better for these clowns if Fenriz would actually do something.
Torres: These men have been here for months, but you still know absolutely nothing about them. Fenriz allows Ryder opportunities to prove his worth, but somehow, it always seems that Ryder is just bad enough to fail, and Fenriz has to bail him out. That's why this continues. Fenriz needs to start approving of him.
The two have Ryder down on one knee, and Carter knees him hard in the face, flattening him. Sharpe walks over to grab the ladder, but Fenriz grabs him by the hair before he can and he tosses him into the corner. He then starts to throw some hard kicks to Sharpe's ribs before he finally hits Sharpe hard with an elbow to the cheek. He backs up a few steps, allowing a dazed Sharpe to stagger out of the corner, and he lifts him and spins, hitting hard with a huge power slam, which causes the whole mat to shake. Ryder is beginning to get himself leveled up with Carter now as well, as the two begin to throw right hands back and forth. Carter throws Ryder into the nearby corner though, backing up and charging, hitting Ryder hard with a splash that causes a huge fan reaction. As Hank is being stomped on, Fenriz doesn't even see Carter run and hit him hard with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Carter grabs the ladder and sets it up, but he is foiled as Ryder pushes the ladder over, and Carter dives off to avoid getting hurt from falling.
Torres: Some good quick thinking by Ryder there to get the ladder down and keep things even.
Carter lands a forward roll perfectly, hopping right back to his feet. Fenriz is right behind him at this point though and locks in a sleeper. Carter is aware enough to be able to move though, and he runs to the corner, bouncing off the bottom turnbuckle in an attempt to counter, but Fenriz powers through this and sends him to the mat hard on his tailbone, and Carter looks to be in very intense pain from that drop. Fenriz is up to his feet while Carter is sitting, and he kicks Carter in the spine a couple of times, ending with a kick to the back of the head.
Gould: Ouch. There is a good chance that Carter is knocked out after that kick.
Fenriz turns to Hank Sharpe now, who just tossed Ryder to the mat hard and Ryder is in some pain after landing face first from a bulldog, and he goes for a Clothesline, but Hank ducks and jumps with a backflip, kicking Fenriz in the face with a brilliant Pele Kick. Ryder has Carter by the hair now, pulling him to his feet, lifting him and dropping him with a quick Suplex, which Hank is barely too late to help Carter out of, but Hank does get a nice Headscissors Takedown in, and Ryder is sent across the mat from the inertia of the move. Hank grabs the ladder, and Fenriz is getting to his feet. He goes to knock the ladder away from Hank, but Hank swings it hard and hits Fenriz right in the chest with it, which sends him to the mat hard and knocks the wind right ou of him.
Torres: He does that hard enough and it might just kill Lark. Those things are damn heavy!
Gould: Hank Sharpe is definitely a very dangerous force with that ladder in his hands. It could mean an easy victory for the Vice Squad if he's aggressive enough with it, too.
Hank sets the ladder up, and starts climbing quickly. Ryder is up to his feet and also starts to climb it quickly, while Fenriz is just starting to stir. Carter goes to kick Fenriz, but it's a total miss after Fenriz ducks. The two men are at the top of the ladder now, going tit for tat with some right hands. Fenriz whips Carter into the turnbuckle, turns around to tip the ladder, and it falls with both men on it, and he then runs to the corner to kick Carter hard in the jaw. Both Ryder and Sharpe hit the mat hard with impact from the ladder falling, and Fenriz has given his team the advantage on this one now. He plants Carter down into the mat with a hard DDT, and he gets back up with a huge smirk, while the fans boo loudly. He turns around and grabs a slowly getting up Hank Sharpe by the hair, and pulls him to the side of the ring by the cage, as he viciously scrapes Hank's head back and forth across the cage, drawing a lot of blood on his head.
Gould: What a sick man, look at all that damn blood!
Torres: Before you go on your Vice Squad pity party, please do remember that they are the ones who asked for this match, knowing full well all of the potential risks that it can cause.
He throws Hank to the mat, and Ryder just planted Carter hard with a Scoop Slam. The ladder gets set up again, and with ease, Fenriz is able to pull the flag with the BCB logo on it off of the harness.
Torres; Now it gets fun. The Black Circle Boys are eligible for pins and submissions at this point. Let's do it!
Fenriz climbs back down and hands the flag to Higgins, and just as Hank charges for a clothesline, Fenriz leans forward and lifts him over his shoulders, then falls back and Hank hits the mat hard after that Samoan Drop. Fenriz leans back and hooks Hank's leg, and Higgins counts.
ONE
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.
TW--kickout!
Fenriz looks to be in complete shock, but hell, so does everyone else. Carter comes over while Fenriz is just sitting and hits him hard with a falling dropkick. Ryder goes to hit Carter with a clothesline, but Carter ducks, turns around, and hits him with a few knees to the gut, followed by a piledriver. Carter keeps the BCB distracted while Hank gets the ladder set up and is able to retrieve the Vice Squad flag. The ladder is pushed over, but Hank is able to get off it before he gets hurt. He hands the Vice Squad flag to Higgins, who pockets it and nods to signify that the Vice Squad are also eligible to end the match now.
Gould: Now this will be where things finally start to get fun. Either team could put this match to an end at any time.
Hank hits a downed Fenriz hard in the chest with some Buzzsaw Kicks, ending with a huge one to the temple, which puts him flat on his back. Carter is struggling a little with Ryder, so Hank goes over and the two grab him, one hand on his pants, one hand on his hair, and they slam him into the side of the cage. He hits the mat hard in pain, and they look at each other to discuss quickly, as Hank pulls Ryder near a turnbuckle, and Carter keeps Fenriz down with a series of right hands to the face. Sharpe jumps up to the top turnbuckle and looks at Ryder, who remains flat on his back. He smiles and jumps off the turnbuckle, flipping backward. He looks for the Top Gun Special, he goes down...but nobody is there to receive it, and he just hits the mat hard!
Gould: Nobody home to receive the splash, and Sharpe eats a whole lot of mat on that one.
Torres: Aww, how sad, he misjudged whether he could actually do something or not.
Ryder pulls Hank to his feet, and Fenriz does the same with a downed Carter after a very hard back drop. The two whip Sharpe and Carter into each other, and the dazed partners just take each other out from the impact of the Irish Whips. Ryder takes Hank now and whips him into the corner, then runs over and hits him hard with a Clothesline. He holds Sharpe though, and puts him up onto the top rope in sitting position, and Sharpe rests his feet on the second one. Ryder holds his arms up and sets up, hitting the Black Circle Cutter! But before he can cover, the day is saved by Carter, who kicks Ryder in the back of the knee, taking him down off of his vertical base, and then hitting him with his own little cutter. Carter gets back up and is hit by Fenriz, and the two exchange right hands once again. Carter takes Fenriz and plants him with a DDT, and he covers.
ONE
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TWO
.
Kickout.
Fenriz gets up slowly, but Carter grabs him by his head and slams him face first into the side of the cage a couple times. He pulls him back, spins around in a full circle, and with all of his might, he slams Fenriz face first into the cage. This finally rips open Fenriz's forehead, and now we have two men bleeding. Ryder whips Sharpe toward that part of the ring now, and runs himself. He hits Sharpe, wRho is forced fully into the other two, and the weight of the four men is too much, as a whole section of the cage wall collapses onto the floor outside.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
The action spills to the outside now, as the four of them, all just seem to tumble down the cage wall onto the floor. Ryder is the first one up though, and he grabs Sharpe, lifting him and tossing him into the guardrail hard.
Gould: Oh my God! Hank Sharpe may have spinal damage from that! He could very well be paralyzed!
Torres: Stop overreacting, he's fine. Look at him roll around in pain.
Ryder grabs Sharpe and slams him to the floor with a Scoop Slam, and Fenriz and Carter are brawling once again. Ryder picks up Sharpe and whips him into the guardrail, and Sharpe is able to get himself out of getting hurt, but he does go right over it and lands on some fans. Ryder climbs over into the crowd as well, and both of them brawl their way up through the arena crowd seating, alternating right hands all the way to the top of the lower deck of seats. Carter just finished tossing Fenriz into another cage wall, as he is lying on the floor, just about out of it. Sharpe and Ryder have found their way into a corridor with some fans. The fans are trying to circle around them, but they're moving too quickly.
Torres: Jesus, why does every match between these guys wind up going to the arena halls?
Sharpe punches Ryder a few times, headbutts him once, then throws him right over a sales table, knocking over a huge display, and merchandise flies everywhere. Ryder gets caught up in a pile of t-shirts, and he shakes them all off, getting to his feet and Sharpe dives over the table after him, hitting him with a Tornado DDT. Carter and Fenriz are fighting on TOP of the cage now, as Fenriz attempts to toss Carter off of the side, but Carter catches himself at the edge, and instead is able to throw an elbow to knock Fenriz back a few steps. Carter then hits Fenriz in the chest with a knee, which knocks him over, and he follows it up immediately with an elbow drop. He picks Fenriz up and immediately sends him right back onto his back with a Scoop Slam, much to the crowd's love. Everyone is on their feet for this match, and that just seems to keep everyone going harder.
Back iin the back, Sharpe just slammed Ryder's head into a water fountain, and almost knocked it right off the wall it was attached to. He got it on a bit of a slant, but it did stay intact. He then slams Ryder hard into a concrete wall, and that looks like it could be the end of Ryder. Sharpe realizes though after a second that this match isn't falls count anywhere, and he needs to do something if he wants to pick up the win for his team. Ryder slowly gets up, then he runs over and hits Sharpe with a Clothesline. The two are once again brawling their way around, and they wind up going through a door that reads "Authorized Personnel Only" and they just keep on going as we lose sight of them.
Back in the arena, Fenriz is still being beat down roughly by Carter, and Carter picks him up adn goes to slam him again, but Fenriz doesn't let him. You can see the weak spot on the cage roof though, and out of nowhere, Fenriz hits a Cutter, and they both go through the roof of the cage and back into the ring, but neither one of them is moving! We finally find Ryder and Sharpe though.........FIGHTING UP ABOVE THE ARENA ON A CATWALK IN THE RAFTERS!
Gould: Oh my God, they're brawling above the crowd! This isn't gonna end well for someone.
As this is said, Ryder tries to throw Sharpe overboard, but Sharpe holds himself on and hits Ryder hard, forcing him to take a few steps down the walk. Sharpe pulls something out of his trunks now, but you can't see what it is. He hits Ryder in the face with it, and you don't see until he has it strapped onto Ryder's wrist that it's handcuffs! He manages to handcuff Ryder to the rail of the catwalk, and then he throws him overboard, so that Ryder is dangling by his arm, just hanging, several feet above the fans. Sharpe runs up the catwalk back away to where they came from now, and disappears. Carter is finally stirring, and he crawls over, as he covers Fenriz.
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THRE--A powerout at the last possible moment by Fenriz! Carter looks absolutely devastated now, as he double checks with Eddie Higgins, and Higgins assures him it was only a two, as he signals that he's still got sharp eyes. Carter heaves a sigh, and gets to his feet, pulling Fenriz up. Fenriz forces hinm into the corner, throws several hard right hands, and plops Carter up ont the turnbuckle, hitting the Black Circle Cutter! Now it has to be over, as Fenriz covers. Hank runs down the ramp just a moment before the cover.
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Hank pulls Fenriz off of Carter just in time. Security is up in the rafters, getting Ryder out of his predicament, and when they finally do, he starts shoving guys, and they shove back,and he loses his footing as he and TWO security guards fall from that catwalk and right through a concession table for fans.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Gould: Oh my God. Any one of those guys, or all three, could very well be dead now.
Unaware of what just went down over the fans, Hank sets up and hits his Top Gun Special, covering Fenriz with the hook of the leg.
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The Miami Vice theme plays as Higgins hands both men the belts. They hold them high, and then they see the commotion going on at the scene of the fall. They look at each other with frightened faces, and they hurry over to where it is to check on everyone. We have two full medical teams over there as well, and the cameras can't see anything at all with all the people. Sharpe can be heard asking if Ryder is alright, and the medics just keep everyone from crowding too tight. They get all three men on stretchers, and everyone appear to be worried, including all the fans. As he is being carted off, Hank and Lance look at each other, legit worry coming over them as we fade to a video package to advertise the last match of the night.
Akrista Walsh vs Patrick Sparkman
This match started off very quickly, as the two locked up and Akrista forced Sparkman into the corner quickly, then whipped him to the opposite corner. She charged and was looking for a Dropkick, but Sparkman was able to duck out of the way. He picked her up, but she recovered quickly enough to be able to force another lockup. This time Sparkman took the advantage, whipping her into the ropes, and then running, and when they collided, she hit him with a Crossbody, and then she hooked the leg.
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Akrista picked up Sparkman and started throwing a few kicks to the sides. She then whipped him into the corner, and ran over, hitting him with an Enziguiri, then smiling as she sees that she has him where she wants him. She pulls him into the corner, and jumps up, sitting on the top rope. She wraps her arm around his neck from behind and pushes herself off of the top rope, then uses her inertia to spin around, and lands a very violent looking Tornado DDT! That has to be enough to put Sparkman away, and she covers!
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Kickout! Somehow Sparkman got the leg up before the three! Akrista got up, and grabbed Sparkman, and just as she did, Sparkman was able to roll her up into a Small Package pin attempt, but doesn't get very far on it before she gets out of it. They both get up, but Sparkman moves just a bit quicker, taking her out with a Clothesline. He picks her up and drops her with another Clothesline. Sparkman places Akrista in an armbar near the corner. He wrenches the arm three times, then runs up onto the second turnbuckle and jumps over the top rope, draping her arm across the top rope while dropping to the floor. As she turns her back in pain, he slides back in under the bottom rope. When she turns back towards Sparkman, he drops her with a stiff lariat. As she lies on the mat, he drapes himself over the top rope and flirts with the women in the front row, which is met by a lot of resistance. What a guy, let me tell ya.
After he slides back into the ring, Akrista is to her feet. He takes her down with a stiff lariat, then goes for a cover.
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Kickout! She managed to get the kickout! He picked her up and whipped her into the ropes, then put her to the mat with a Powerslam when she came running back. He then applied a headlock from behind after putting her in the sitting position. She fights with it the whole time, and is able to get to a standing base, though Sparkman keeps the lock in, as Akrista stumbles around. She appears to be fading! Sparkman could pick up the win here! She drops to a knee! The ref lifts her hand and it drops once...it drops a second time....it dr--no! Akrista is still awake, and the match goes on!
Akrista is able to somehow get to the rope and hang on to it long enough for Mark Lansing to finally decide to make Sparkman let go of the hold. He sighs as he looks at Akrista, who is just about out of it after the sleeper hold. He goes for a huge Clothesline to put her on the ground for a good count, but as he runs at her, she is able to duck and pull the rope with her, and he ends up spilling out onto the floor outside. She does fall to the mat however, hanging on to the rope to keep her somewhat vertical so the only count is Sparkman on the outside. (.....1 .....2) Sparkman gets to his feet and rolls into the ring, grabbing Akrista by the hair as he whips her into the turnbuckle. He then runs over and hits her hard with a Clothesline into the corner, and she falls over. Sparkman, seeing this as the prime opportunity to take advantage of a moment, rolls her to the middle of the ring and covers her arrogantly.
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THRE-- NO! HOLY SHIT AKRISTA GOT A SHOULDER UP! The fans, as well as myself are all marking out right now! Sparkman has a look of absolute shock, that you just have to see. Your life wouldn't be complete without this look. He gets to his feet, and she slowly claws her way to hers with the help of the ropes. He takes this opportunity to just absolutely devastate her with a huge Clothesline, and as he hops right back to his feet, that arrogant prick is smirking again. He walks around the ring and looks around at the fans, and then he thrusts his hips a few times, and there are some implications there, maybe?
He picks her up by the hair and throws her head in between his legs...and he looks to be setting up for his signature Piledriver, but in a last ditch effort, she throws him over her head and he lands hard on the mat! Akrista crawls over to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle as Sparkman tries to figure out what just happened. She pulls herself to the top rope, and though she struggles for a few seconds, is able to keep herself balanced. He gets to her feet, and she dives off, wrapping her legs around his neck and she does it! She sends him to the mat hard with her headscissors from the top! That is the prime example of high risk and high reward! She crawls over and covers!
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Akrista Walsh has just won her debut here on the pay per view pre-show! She can't contain her excitement, and hell, why lie, neither can I! That was a magnificent performance from both of them, but she just had that little bit more hunger in her eyes! What a match from these two!
Winner: Akrista Walsh
Trent Brown vs Andrew The Beast
This match was a huge brawl, but was also very one sided. Brown took control of the match easily and quickly, and very harshly. This started with several huge right hands from Brown, and he was really showing why he deserves a roster spot and should be considered a threat by the rest of the roster. He started with some huge right hands, then he whipped Andrew into the ropes, and as Andrew came back, he sent him to the mat with a Powerslam.
After the beatdown continued for some time, Brown sent Andrew into the ropes and then hit him hard with a corner splash. He picked him up and dropped him immediately onto the turnbuckle with a snake eyes, then a German Suplex which sent Andrew to the mat hard on his neck, and he grabbed it in pain, rolling around the ring hurt. The crowd wasn't reacting well at all, just because Andrew looked so bad.
Trent didn't even get to do his finisher before the referee had declared him the winner because Andrew was hurt so badly he couldn't continue to compete.
Winner: Trent Brown
Show Start
"Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine is played behind a video package of several NAW Superstars. Clips of things like Gunner Hughes hitting Buckshot on Steven Gold, David Fraggle hitting the Fraggle Rock Drop on Toro of the former Los Conquistadores tag team, and some of our newer signings either making their way to the ring or after their first wins. The video package ends to a large pyro display around the arena, and the crowd is going insane. It's the biggest crowd we've ever seen at NAW, and the cameras pan around to show some of the signs that the fans are holding.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first ever North Atlantic Wrestling Pay-Per-View, St. Valentine's Day Massacre! We have a stacked card tonight, including a tournament to crown the first ever TV Champion, as well as a match to decide the decisive Tag team champions!
Torres: And on top of that, we'll see Gunner Hughes face David Fraggle, and a UWL World Heavyweight Championship Match, where we will witness brilliance, I'm sure.
Gould: That's right! Pat Gordon, Jr. will face off against Leon Corella one on one tonight!
Scotty Blazer vs Ciale Murphy
The crowd is still in eruption from the beginning of the show as we hear the opening to "Holding Out For a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler. The crowd has seemed to embrace this theme song though, as we see Scotty Blazer appear on the stage after a few seconds. He looks around at the fans and he smiles, waving to them all. He looks at the fans as he walks down the ramp, and he even shakes a few hands, gives a few high fives, and greets some of the younger fans in the audience.
Rebecca: The following match is a part of the tournament to crown our first Television Champion and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, "Mister Terrific" Scotty Blazer!
Scotty rolls into the ring and holds his arm up high as the crowd continues to cheer the big man on. He stands in his corner, finishing up some last second stretching when everyone's attention is brought back to the stage as we hear "Look at me Now" by Chris Brown. The beat has to be what got all the attention. Ciale Murphy smirks as he walks out onto the stage and holds his arms out, as though to say he's the greatest or something of the sort, and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction, although it seems to be mostly boos.
Gould: Crowd doesn't seem to know how they want to react to Mr. Murphy.
Torres: They should love him, he's one of the most exciting superstars that I've ever seen in my career.
He starts to walk down the ramp, staring down some of the fans who don't seem too overly impressed with him.
Rebecca: And his opponent... Ciale Murphy!
Ciale slides into the ring and looks over at the huge brawler across the ring from him. The bell rings, and Lansing is this match official. The two lockup, which is stupid on Murphy's part, because Scotty takes him down to the mat very quickly. He gets back up and grabs Murphy, picking him up and dropping him with a Scoop Slam. He picks Murphy up again, and whips him into the ropes. As Murphy comes back, Scotty hits him with a Big Boot. Scotty then backs up into the ropes, comes back, and lands hard on Murphy with a big Leg Drop. He covers quickly, but doesn't quite get a full one count before Murphy gets a kickout.
Gould: This match is all Scotty Blazer so far.
Torres: It also just started like thirty seconds ago. Give the man a chance to catch a groove.
Scotty picks Murphy up, and Murphy headbutts him hard to force him back a few steps. He throws a quick kick combination of a left, left, left, then a right to Scotty's ribs, then smirks for a second before hitting a huge Enziguiri. This, though, only somehow manages to put Scotty down on one knee. Murphy goes for another Enziguiri, but this time Scotty shows great agility as he ducks, and Murphy totally whiffs on the kick. He hits the mat, and Scotty gets right back to his feet, as Murphy gets up, Scotty hits him with a Clothesline, Murphy is to his feet again, and Scotty hits him with another. Murphy stays down for a few seconds now, and Scotty looks at him, then picks him up and hits him with an Uppercut.
Gould: Scotty is showing us a very nice display tonight. An excellent argument for him to be a champion in the company.
Torres: Not denying that Scotty is a good wrestler, but Murphy should be doing so much better. Not sure what's wrong with him tonight.
Scotty grabs Murphy's arm and pulls all of his weight backward, applying his signature hold, the Negative Zone. Murphy looks to be in a very intense pain now, and Scotty locks in the hold as tightly as possible. He keeps holding it in, and the two are in the center of the ring. After squirming, shouting, and pulling for as long as he can, but after a few seconds, the lights cut out. When they come back on, we see Drake Knight as he kicks Scotty in the gut, then he puts him hard on the mat with a Powerbomb. He proceeds to hit Ciale Murphy hard with a big Clothesline then, as Higgins calls for the bell to make the match a no contest, and both men are out of contention for the title. Knight smiles as he looks at both of the downed men, and we see Kandi Washington on the stage then, giving him a thumbs up.
Spoiler Alert
We cut to the backstage area, and we see Virgil Keenan finishing putting his gear on, as he jumps up and down, seeing as his match is coming up shortly. He looks around at the camera crew, who almost look scared and intimidated by him. He makes the motion like he's going to hit one of them, and they all flinch, which makes him chuckle. One of the cameramen, with the camera that's actually running, walks closer, and Virgil pulls the camera close to his face.
Virgil: Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to get this shit rolling! Like the tournament concept? Spoiler alert, I'm gonna win it. Rejoice, motherfuckers.
Virgil lets go of the camera and turns around, only to be hit in the face with a huge right hand from who is revealed in a few seconds to be Drake Knight. He throws repeated stomps onto the downed Virgil Keenan now, going very hard. He pushes everything off of a nearby table and lifts Virgil up, and Virgil throws several punches back now. Virgil backs up to the stunned Knight, and is looking for an Enziguiri, but Drake grabs the leg and turns it into a huge 180 degree powerbomb through the table. Thompson and security are luckily nearby, and they are able to hold Knight back as the medical crew checks on Keenan, and we cut back to the arena.
Kandi Washington vs Sebastian Jankowski
As we go back to the arena, "Get Naked" by Method of Mayhem ft. Lil Kim hits the PA system to a huge negative reaction from the crowd. Kandi Washington appears on the stage seconds later alongside her female bodyguard, Ice.
Gould: Oh, what, is Drake still out looking to take out the next opponent so that Kandi doesn't have to do any work at all?
Torres: Hey, she shouldn't even be in this thing to begin with. Does this look like the place for a lady?
Gould: No, but does she look like a lady? Ladies show respect for their competition. This is just a stone cold bitch who is spoiled to the point where she has bodyguards who do all of the work in her matches.
Kandi and Ice finally finish absorbing all the boos and begin to make their way down the ramp and to the ring. Kandi smiles arrogantly to the fans and gets into the ring, looking around at the crowd, just admiring the fact that she has so much more than they ever will. Just as she gets set up in her corner, "Bulls on Parade" hits, and the crowd gets loud once again, but this time they are excited, as Sebastian Jankowski pops out from behind the curtain.
Gould: And here comes Mr. Excitement!
Torres: People don't actually call him that, do they?
Gould: No, but they sure could.
Torres: That wouldn't make it true.
Jankowski looks down the ramp at Kandi and starts his trek down to the ring. He high fives every single fan that he possibly can, being sure it hit both sides of the ramp, and even starts to go around the ring.
Rebecca: The following is the second match in the TV Title Tournament. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada... Kandi Washington!
The crowd boos loudly at the mention of Kandi's name, and Sebastian uses this as a good time to slide into the ring and climb onto the nearest turnbuckle, garnering a little more crowd support for himself as they get loud again.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from Poland... Sebastian Jankowski!
He hops down and stares at Kandi as the bell rings and his music fades out. The two move to the center of the ring, Sebastian looking for an alternative to having to fight a girl in this match. He looks very sad about having to fight, which Kandi is able to take advantage of, as she backs him into the corner and starts to tease him a little bit.
Gould: See? She has no reason to be teasing him like this. Flaunting what she has like it makes her special.
Torres: But you aren't getting it. It does make her special. She is looking great tonight, and it's because of the exact body that she is flaunting. That is the body of a winner.
Gould: Why do I feel like you don't mean a winner the way that I wish you meant it?
Torres: *laughing* Because you know me, Gould. Because you know me.
Kandi has Jankowski backed into a corner now, and she starts giggling, backing up a few steps. As Jankowski is trying to make himself a little more comfortable with his situation, she takes advantage again, and kicks him in the ribs, then kicks him again. As he doubles over, she is able to hit him hard in the face with a knee, which puts him on the mat. This causes the crowd to be irate, as they start booing loudly. Jankowski gets up, and Kandi goes for a running kick, but he is able to duck out of the way. The next minute or so of the match is just her trying to attack him, and him backing away respectfully.
Gould: This is ridiculous. If he doesn't do something quick though, I know that he'll let this match slip away, and Jankowski really wants this. I can feel it.
Kandi finally slaps Sebastian in the face, which seems to send him into some sort of rage, because now he whips her into the ropes, and she comes back and is met with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, sending her to the mat and sliding. He then picks her up and sends her into the corner, then hits her with a dropkick, as she hits the mat, he kicks her sharply in the spine. He then covers her.
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TW-Kickout! Kandi gets to her feet and looks at Sebastian in shock that he would actually cause physical harm to a girl, and they begin to shout at each other. This allows Sebastian to trip her up and she falls, getting caught up in the ropes. He runs to the opposite rope, and Ice pushes Kandi back into the ring so she hits the mat and lays flat, and Sebastian runs over and goes in between the ropes but doesn't hit anything and winds up out on the floor outside, and he gets back up, disoriented.
Gould: So of course she gets involved somehow! Kandi's help should not be allowed to the ring!
Torres: Gould, you're complaining over a lost cause. We know how this argument is going to end, so just end it while you're not behind.
Gould: Isn't the real phrase "quit while you're ahead?"
Torres: You were never ahead to begin with though, that's the problem.
Kandi pulls Sebastian back into the ring, and looks around at the fans, a smirk on her face. She runs at him, clearly looking for the Final Lick, but he moves, and she totally misses him, her full force sending her onto her butt. She gets back up, more embarrassed than anything, and now Jankowski comes at her like lightning and hits her hard with an Enziguiri. He picks her up and whips her into the corner now, and climbs up onto the top rope, sending her to the mat, and keeping a leg hooked after a Dragonrana, and he holds her for a cover!
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She gets out of it in time, and forces him face first into the middle turnbuckle at that. He holds his nose as she hurries to get to her feet, and she kicks him hard in the ribs. She looks to be going for a small package piledriver, but he grabs her legs, forcing her onto her back, then he jumps over her legs and hits a spinning leg drop. He gets up and looks around as though he's ready to put an end to the match, when suddenly, we see Drake Knight walking slowly down the ramp.
Gould: Oh come on! This is a joke, right? He's not actually coming out here.
Torres: Gould, old buddy old pal, it's Drake's job to be with Kandi at all times. For when she needs protected. Like now!
Drake hops up onto the apron in true tough guy fashion, and this obviously is distracting to the referee as Jankowski goes for a pin attempt. When he realizes who it is though, he hurries up and leaves the ring. Drake starts chasing Jankowski around the outside, and Jankowski runs back in to be Clotheslined hard by kandi. She then looks around and smiles as she runs over and kicks him hard with the Final Lick, and covers.
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Gould: NO!
Torres: And once again, the better competitor wins.
"Get Naked" plays as Kandi, Ice, and Drake all celebrate Kandi's victory inside the ring as we cut back to the back.
Trouble
We see Alex Morgan walking out of the trainer's room, the trainer with him.
Morgan: So you're telling me that there's nothing that can be done?
Trainer: Nothing that we could possibly do for him to be able to compete tonight. He took that powerbomb pretty hard. He'll be lucky if he can compete for like a month.
Morgan: You're joking there, right? He's one of my top guys. I can't have him sidelined forever.
Trainer: We're doing what we can, but he won't be wrestling tonight. I do know that much.
The trainer walks one way while Morgan looks around, clearly unsure of what to do.
Zero Effort
The crowd is looking around at each other up until "Zero" by Evergreen Terrace hits the PA System. They then look at each other, only semi reacting to the new entrance. Some of the fans know this guy from his pre-show match at the last Meltdown. Zero appears on the stage and looks at the crowd from behind his mask. He walks down to the ring slowly, looking back and forth. As he gets into the ring, he grabs a microphone.
Zero: Well, well, well. This tournament could be a lot easier than I thought it would be, now won't it?
The crowd boos loudly.
Zero: What's wrong, can't you people handle seeing the better man being able to move forward?
More boos.
Gould: That's bogus! As much as I don't like him, Virgil Keenan is definitely miles ahead of you, Zero!
Zero just chuckles.
Zero: So my next match is against one Scotty Blazer. But how good is Mr. Blazer really? I mean, look at who he's faced since he got here. Jankowski's a joke, and Ciale Murphy? Really? He wasn't even good enough to get booked on our last card. But that's okay. I'll show Mr. Blazer that I have zero tolerance for losers in any federation that i'm in.
The crowd, who has loved Scotty Blazer tonight, gets even louder.
Zero: Scotty, I hope you're prepared, because our match is in a few minutes, and I'm completely fresh and ready to go.
Zero drops the microphone and starts to head back up the ramp to boos from the crowd as he looks back and forth. Suddenly, we hear "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hit. Alex Morgan shows up on the stage, wearing that quirky smile that he's known for.
Alex: Well Zero, you could win by default...or I could give these fans something interesting. You see, Pittsburgh is one of Pennsylvania's hotbeds for wrestling talent. We've had some big names come from Pittsburgh, and even an Olympic gold medal won, which has been brought as a prize to professional wrestling, to show that we've got it.
The crowd is on their feet to see what's going to happen. They just can't contain all the excitement.
Alex: And we have been lucky enough to be graced with a man who has spent years training to be a wrestler, though he hasn't been lucky enough to find a paying gig yet, I'm sure it's in the cards for him.
Zero: Well if he's so good, why don't you bring him out here?
Morgan smiles, as though that's exactly what he was waiting for. "Now We Run" by Steve Vai plays, and the crowd watches on as an amateur wrestler appears on the stage. He doesn't look too huge, he's about six-three or so, and maybe 230 pounds. But he's built enough to do what Morgan is hoping for. He smiles as he walks down the ramp and Zero backs up into the corner.
Alex: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... MATT CLARK!
The crowd pops loudly as he slides into the ring, and Lansing calls for the bell. The two lock up, and Clark winds up with the upper hand as he shoves Zero to the mat. Zero is able to hop right back up, but Clark takes him down with a double armed Clothesline of sorts. He grabs Zero and picks him up, whipping him into the ropes, and he hits Zero hard with a Clothesline. He then tosses Zero out of the ring and follows as Zero crawls to his feet. He sends Zero head first into the steel stairs along the corner of the ring, and Zero does get back up, ducks under a Clark clothesline, and is able to hit a mule kick to cause him to back up.
Gould: Zero finally brings us a little offense.
Torres: Well, he wasn't expecting to be put into a match unfairly, Gould. So you can't expect him to be totally prepared.
Gould: How is it unfair exactly that he should have to put in as much work as his competition again?
Zero rolls Clark into the ring, and then slides in right behind him. Clark gets up, groggily, and Zero takes this chance to throw some right hands to his face. He then is able to hop up and land a nicely executed Dragonrana, and he hooks the leg.
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TW--Kickout! Zero gets up and stomps on Clark a few times before he finally stops and grabs Clark by his short hair. He goes for a right hand, but Clark grabs his wrist and is able to turn it into an Armbar, as he takes Zero down and applies tons of pressure to his elbow. Zero looks like he might tap when he is able to get a leg under the bottom rope, which forces the break, and Clark doesn't even need to be told, he lets go of the hold right away, under his own will.
Gould: And some good sportsmanship on the part of the local talent, Matt Clark.
Torres: I'm still not sure where Morgan gets off exactly, deciding he can throw together an impromptu match like this.
Gould: Maybe because he owns the company, and he can do with his time and his company what he wants? Just shut up and watch this. Great athleticism displayed by both men tonight.
Zero throws some hard right hands and forces Clark to the ropes. He then whips Clark to the opposite ropes, and Clark comes back but is able to take Zero down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He gets up, as does Zero, and Clark connects with a series of Vertical Suplexes. He ends the chain at three, and covers Zero, hooking the leg.
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TH--Shoulder up by Zero. Clark picks Zero up and looks around, then plants him hard with a DDT. He then walks over to the corner, and Zero rolls onto his back. Clark hops up onto the top rope and dives off, crossing his arms and legs and landing a huge Frog Splash, and then he covers again!
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Gould: A bad showing for Zero, as the local talent just beat him!
Torres: What does this mean? Clark doesn't have a contract with NAW, so he can't compete for a title, can he?
Morgan smiles as Matt Clark walks up the ramp slowly, and the two shake hands on the stage. Zero looks up at the stage, and though you can't see it, you can tell he's in absolute disbelief as to the fact that he just lost to someone who isn't even on the roster.
Morgan: Well, I can't put Mr. Clark into the tournament bracket, as he isn't an NAW talent, but this means that Zero...you are disqualified from tournament contention!
Zero keeps staring as Morgan smiles, and the two go behind the curtain.
Cthulhuson vs Santa Claus
The ring is cleared from the last match, and Rebecca Malone stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand, as we hear "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Marshall play, and the fans know who this brings to the ring, as most of the arena begins a booing chorus, while a few fans remain quiet, almost like a respect for Cthulhuson, as he and Raven Nevermoore appear on stage.
Cthulhuson is sporting an interesting attire, it's his normal outfit, but it has quite a bit of pink on it. The fans who read the website know why this is, and they seem to cheer him on a little more than they would normally be prone to because of it.
Rebecca: The following is the final first round match in tonight's TV Title tournament, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the dark crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts... Accompanied by Raven Nevermoore.... Cthulhuson!
Cthulhuson comes down the ramp, staring at the fans in the front row who boo them, but you can tell that he is forgiving of them. He looks around as he removes his robe and climbs up the ring stairs, getting in.
Gould: Remember everyone, this special pink outfit that Cthulhuson is wearing tonight is going to be auctioned off after the show, and the proceeds will be donated to a charity that Cthulhuson seems to be very serious about.
He is standing in his corner as we hear an interesting version of Bing Crosby's "Santa Claus is Coming..." and snow begins to fall in the arena.
Gould: Look Jim, it's snowing!
Torres: Oh dear God, what kind of cheesiness...
After a few seconds, we see Santa Claus being pulled out from behind the curtain on his sleigh. He looks happy, fat, and jolly, just like we all know and love him for, and he has a beautiful Mrs. Claus with him. She is wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, with the whole shebang, stockings, sexy boots, even a hat. He gets out of the sleigh and shakes some younger fans hands, before sliding into the ring. The bell rings, and the two start to square off. Santa gets the size advantage, but Cthulhuson has the speed advantage, which wins the opening little bit here as he is able to duck a Clothesline and hit Santa with an Enziguiri. He picks Santa up quickly and knees him in the ribs a few times. He whips him into the ropes and Santa comes back to be greeted with a huge dropkick. Cthulhuson covers.
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Cthulhuson looks at Raven, who just shrugs to him. He turns back to Santa, who was quick to his feet and he hits Cthulhuson hard with some right hands. He eventually forces Cthulhuson back into the ropes, and hits him hard again with a Clothesline, which sends Cthulhuson out over the ropes and onto the floor. Santa slides out of the ring, and he picks Cthulhuson up and whips him into the guardrail. He then proceeds to attempt some stomps on a cornered Cthulhuson, but he misses, as Cthulhuson moves quickly out of the way, and Santa just kicks the ground, the recoil from this causing him to lose focus for a second. Cthulhuson is back in the ring at this point, and Santa slides in, giving Cthulhuson the prime opportunity for a few big stomps to keep Santa off of his feet.
Gould: Cthulhuson is putting on a clinic today, whatever Santa has, Cthulhuson just seems to have a little bit more in the tank.
Santa fights to his feet, and is hit hard with a Dropkick, but it doesn't quite knock him off his feet. Cthulhuson hits Santa hard with a heel kick though, which does knock him off his feet. Cthulhuson looks down at his opponent, and lifts him up. He looks at the crowd as he proceeds to set up for a Gory Special, and he flips it forward into a Sitout Powerbomb!
Gould: What a move!
Torres: How did he lift him for that though?
Cthulhuson keeps the sitout powerbomb held though for a cover.
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Kickout!
Gould: He almost had him there!
Cthulhuson picks Santa up and looks around as he holds him in place, backs up, and lands a huge kick to Santa's temple. He picks him back up and gets behind him, hooking both his arms and pulling, as he connects a Tiger Suplex and rolls through backward with it! He is right back to his feet, and he looks around, then proceeds to arrogantly bow as though he's putting on a show of tricks or something for the fans, who proceed to boo him. He waves them off though, as thought they don't matter. He picks Santa up, who shoves him into the ropes, and he goes back, only to be hit hard with a Clothesline from good ol' Saint Nick. Santa drags Cthulhuson to the corner, and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, bounces on it a couple of times and as he jumps off, Cthulhuson rolls out of the way so Santa lands on his gut hard on the mat. He rolls onto his back in pain, and after Cthulhuson is able to set up the Necronomicon, the match might be over.
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THREE!
Torres: Cthulhuson just advanced into the second round of the tournament!
Gould: That means his next stop will be Kandi Washington!
As the heavy metal version of "Lux Aeterna" blasts on, Cthulhuson looks around at the fans while Mrs. Claus attends to Santa and pulls him out of the ring, helping him back to his sleigh.
Latin Kings vs Dillinger Gang
After a few seconds, we hear "Carry It" by Travis Barker hit the PA System. The fans jam along with the music, and shortly we see Tommy and James, the Dillinger Gang. They get a mixed fan reaction, and they both stand on the stage and look around at the crowd.
Gould: Here comes the Dillinger gang, and the fans have had a rough debate about who they like better from this team, Jim.
Torres: Obviously this decision is very easy. Tommy Dillinger can fly all over the place and kick all sorts of asses out there. He's clearly the superior Dillinger brother.
The two start to walk down the ramp as the crowd stays mixed in their reaction to the brothers.
Rebecca: The following match is a Loser Leaves Town match, meaning the losing team will have to leave North Atlantic Wrestling. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussetts... The Dillinger Gang!
The brothers slide into the ring, and the lights quickly cut to black. We hear the familiar line that begins Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Brain" to much crowd love. The lights come back on when the familiar bassline comes on, and the fans seem to enjoy the music, though when Marco and Diego appear on the stage, the reaction is very mixed, with a lot of boos. Marco starts to shout something in Spanish at the fans, but Diego is there to calm him down in just a couple of seconds.
Rebecca: And their opponents...from El Paso, Texas... The Latin Kings!
The two of them slide into the ring and start force their way toward the Dillinger Gang, but Eddie Higgins is able to get into the middle and hold them back while the Dillingers discuss strategy.
Gould: Both of these teams look ready for action, and I think they both really want to win it.
Torres: You're kidding, right? Of course they both want to win it, nobody likes the thought of losing their job.
The bell rings, and Diego Martinez and James Dillinger are the two to start the match in the ring. They circle the ring and lock up, James is able to force Diego back into the corner and is able to squish him there for a few seconds. He then throws a chop to Diego's chest, then another, and when he goes for a third, Diego catches his hand and attempts to turn it into an armbar, but James is able to knee Diego in the ribs to keep him away from doing anything to get an advantage. He whips Diego into the ropes, and Diego ducks a Clothesline, running to the other ropes. When Diego comes running back, he is greeted and planted into the mat with a Powerslam.
Gould: Wow, huge powerslam from James Dillinger!
Diego is able to hop right back to his feet, and James knees him a few times, then sets him up and connects with a Vertical Suplex. He covers, but can't even get to a full one count before Diego kicks out. James goes for another lockup after Diego is to his feet, but Diego instead opts to go low, and headbutts James in the gut, then gets up and throws a knee to his face, which puts him back up, but he is holding his face. Diego takes him down now and starts to hit him with repeated right hands. He gets up and starts to kick James in the ribs until Higgins tells him to give James a second to catch some breath. Diego obliges as he turns around to tag his partner. Marco hops into the ring and picks James up, whipping him into the ropes, and as James comes back, he is met with a Headscissors that sends him way across the ring.
Torres: God, as much as I don't want to like him, Marco Uribe is such a gifted athlete. Look at the finesse he uses against a guy quite a bit bigger than him.
Marco runs and lands on James with a nice running swan dive, and he pulls James to the middle of the ring and covers him quickly.
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TW--Kickout! Marco picks James up, and James shoves him back, then tags in Tommy. Tommy runs over and takes Marco out with a huge Clothesline. He gets up and holds his arms out and shouts at the fans, who give him a mixed reaction still, but some more cheers than boos. As he turns, Marco is getting up, so he runs over to knee Marco in the face and keep him on the mat. He then throws a double ax handle down, which sends Marco absolutely flatly onto his stomach. He picks Marco up and pulls him to the turnbuckle, and sets up for a Tornado DDT, but Diego shakes the ropes, and this causes Tommy to lose his balance.
Torres: Very wise move there.
Tommy falls into the ring, and Marco climbs quickly to the top turnbuckle and jumps off, turning backward and hitting Tommy hard with a Splash. He covers.
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Gould: Yeah, not gonna be that easy to take these guys out.
Marco pulls Tommy to his feet, but Tommy quickly recovers and starts to throw right hands, and Marco returns the right hands. The two alternate for several seconds before Tommy is able to grab Marco and whip him into the ropes. Marco comes back and is greeted with a Dropkick, which sends him hard to the mat, and Tommy picks him up and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Marco flops onto his back and holds his face as Tommy runs over and hits a Springboard Moonsault from the second rope and covers!
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Gould: He almost had the win for his team there!
Torres: Yeah, but these two are great, so it's gonna take more than what Tommy has given.
Tommy pulls Marco to his feet and throws a few hard right hands before whipping him into the ropes and planting Marco into the mat with a rotating Spinebuster. He then hops up to his feet and tags in James. James picks up Marco, and lifts him like he's going to hit a Powerbomb and just as he goes to throw him down, Marco reverses it into a Hurricanrana. He gets up and tags in Diego, who climbs up to the top rope. As James gets to his feet, Diego hits him with a Diving Clothesline off the top rope, then Diego runs over and knocks Tommy Dillinger off of the apron. Diego turns around and then whips Jame Dillinger into the turnbuckle. He runs over and kicks him in chest then, and as James groggily comes out of the corner, Diego is able to connect with a Bulldog, planting him on his face in the center of the ring. He covers, and Tommy Dillinger jumps into the ring. Marco is quick acting though as he hits him with a Spear that puts them both onto the floor outside the ring as Higgins counts.
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Kickout! Just before the three, James is able to get a shoulder up.
Gould: Oh my God, how did he do it?
Torres: I don't have a clue how Dillinger pulled that kickout off, but Diego is none too pleased now.
Diego gets to his feet and stares at the downed Dillinger brother, while the Tommy and Marco fight on the outside, essentially turning this into two separate fights. Tommy and Marco actually start to make their way up the ramp with the fight. Diego stomps on James Dillinger's ribs a couple times while he's down, and he covers again, but still gets the same result. He sighs as he picks James up and whips him into the ropes. James comes back and is hit with a Rotating Spinebuster. He then looks around and smiles as he walks to the nearest turnbuckle.
Gould: Oh no, what's he doing Torres?
Torres: He's taking out the lights for the Dillinger boys is what he's doing!
Diego dives off the top rope head first, hitting his head off of that of James Dillinger, and he flips over onto his front after and holds his head in intense pain. He crawls over though and is able to cover.
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THREE!
Just as Tommy knocks Diego off of James Dillinger, the ref counts the three and the match is over! "Insane in the Brain" hits the PA as the match ends, and Tommy starts to violently attack Diego. He throws some rapid stomps to Diego's chest as security comes out to escort the two out of the arena as the crowd is loud, but very mixed in the reaction to this match, although after this there are a few more cheers for the Latin Kings.
Aftermath
We see Zero walking around backstage, tossing things around the hall that he's in as Barry Lincoln slowly comes over toward him.
Lincoln: Zero, you just lost a match to a local wrestling talent, which has put you out of the TV Title Tournament tonight. How do you feel about that, exactly? Any word for the fans who want to know what's running through your mind?
Zero stares for a moment before finally hitting Lincoln in the face with a pie that is sitting on a nearby catering table and walking away.
The Next Step
"Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits, and the crowd gives Alex Morgan a pretty positive reaction, as he has given them a very fun night so far. He appears on the stage with the microphone and a belt, and his music cuts as he appears onstage.
Morgan: Well, since it seems that one whole half of the bracket was wiped out by unforeseen circumstances, I have no choice but to announce to you all, our TV Title match.
The crowd cheers, though not for the whole situation, but for the fact that we get to see our first ever TV Champion crowned. "Get Naked" by Method of Mayhem plays loudly, and the fans that were cheering just seconds ago waste absolutely no time turning those cheers into boos. After several seconds, Kandi Washington appears on the stage with her bodyguards and William Allen, he publicist and attorney. She looks over at Alex and smirks, then she shrugs as though she didn't have anything to do with what happened tonight.
Gould: Look at the smirk, and she's going to try to act all innocent because she's attractive, and stupid people would fall for it.
Torres: Well to be fair, she's not the one who wiped out half of our tournament bracket.
Gould: You're trying to tell me that she didn't have anything to do with the huge attack on Virgil keenan? Or Scotty Blazer and Ciale Murphy?
Torres: I didn't say she didn't have anything to do with it, I just said that she didn't do it.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NAW TV Title! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada.... KANDI WASHINGTON!
Kandi gets into the ring, and is being pepped up by Knight and Ice, while William Allen seems to be arguing with somebody on his cell phone. The lights dim dramatically as Alex Morgan sits at the commentary table, and a heavy metal version of "Lux Aeterna" by Clint Marshall plays. Cthulhuson appears on stage, alongside his manager Raven, as the two just seem to charge down the ramp and to the ring, as Cthulhuson slides in.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from the crevices of Innsmouth, Massachusetts... Cthulhuson!
A few fans bow to Cthulhuson, although they seem to do so in a very mocking manner. Cthulhuson stares over at Kandi though, as the lights come back on, and Kandi runs at him to kick him hard in the gut. She does so again, and again, and on the fourth one, he catches her leg, and she struggles to keep her balance on her other leg, although she manages to do this really cool back roll, and causes Cthulhuson to actually flip forward and land on his back. She hops back to her feet and runs to the ropes, hoping for a springboard moonsault from the second rope, but Cthulhuson rolls out of the way and Kandi eats mat. He hops back up to his feet, and Kandi also gets up, as Cthulhuson grabs her and lifts her in the air. He holds her there for somewhere in the neighborhood of a good five seconds, setting up a delayed brainbuster, and then he drops to the mat, causing her to land on her neck. He covers and hooks the leg.
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T--Shoulder up! Kandi grabs the rope after Cthulhuson gets up, and she gets to her feet as well. The two lock up, and Cthulhuson forces Kandi into the corner. He then whips her into the other corner, then he charges over to hit a dropkick, but she ducks and rolls out of the ring, and he totally misses. Raven wastes no time rolling Kandi into the ring though, which causes a stir from Ice in Kandi's corner, as she heads right over and starts to chase Raven around. The two eventually make their way up the ramp and backstage, leaving Drake Knight and William Allen the lone people on the outside.
Gould: If I'm not mistaken, Cthulhuson may be lucky that Higgins didn't consider that an interference big enough to cause a DQ.
Morgan: No, in a title match like this, Eddie Higgins won't call the match on a move like that. It might get him the loss in a normal match, but this is way too big, and Higgins knows that. I hired him because he's one of the best.
Cthulhuson grabs Kandi by the hair, and looks around, but Kandi headbutts him in the ribs, causing him to double over, then again, causing him to let go. She then proceeds to back up and hit him with a dropkick, knocking him off his feet. She runs to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top, landing a Moonsault and covering with a leg hook.
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Kickout!
Torres: High risk paid off for Kandi for a second there as she landed a very nice Moonsault.
Gould: Right, but she didn't get the win yet, which is all that really counts, isn't it?
Kandi grabs Cthulhuson's head and slams it into the mat a couple times before he shoves her off of him. He gets to his feet, as does she, and she goes to kick him, but he catches her leg and turns it into a modified ankle lock where he has himself wrapped around her leg as he twists it. She stretches out more than thought possible in order to get a hand on the bottom rope and Cthulhuson is forced to break the hold. He does so, and he pulls Kandi to her feet, and he connects with a Stu Hart Special, then goes for another cover.
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TW--kickout!
Gould: Kandi has a fighting spirit, and it shows again right here.
Torres: She deserves all the accolades she's gotten, as well as more respect than she gets.
Gould: Really? Considering her first two wins here weren't even her own doing?
The two stare each other down, and this time Kandi is the one to get the upper hand as she sends Cthulhuson to the mat with a Fireman's Carry. She gets up, and as Cthulhuson gets up, facing the opposite direction, she runs and lands a Bulldog, slamming him on his face onto the mat. She then proceeds to place a knee on his spine and dig it in as she pulls his head back roughly. She looks ready to freak out though when he refuses to tap out, and is able to overpower her, forcing her off of him. They are both quickly to their feet, and Cthulhuson ducks a Clothesline, turns quickly to attempt an Enziguiri, but Kandi ducks that. He hops to his feet and they lock up, with Kandi sending him to the mat with an Arm Drag, and she holds onto his arm and locks in an armbar, pulling his hand up behind his back, trying with all her might to pull it up his spine, and she looks like she might even try to rip it off. He leans forward and twists himself about, eventually able to untwist his arm so they're facing each other, and he sends her to the mat with an Arm Drag of his own.
Morgan: I love that we have a nice techinical matchup here. It almost makes up for the fact that Drake Knight has been ruining my show all evening.
Gould: Speaking of that, Mr. Morgan, do you plan to do anything to rectify that situation? I mean, things like that can't just go unpunished.
Morgan: Something will most definitely be done about it. It's like the law of inertia. For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. There will be a punishment handed out for this, as soon as I decide something fitting for him.
Cthulhuson comes up behind an unsuspecting Kandi, locking in a Full Nelson on her, and as she fights it, to no avail, he is able to lift her and toss her across the ring easily, turning it into a release Suplex. He rolls onto his front and sees that he's got her right where he wants her now. As she gets up, he sets up for his signature Subterranean Press, but she is able to get out, and jumps up in the air, pulling him down hard and connecting with a Double Knee facebusster. She crawls over and covers him.
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Kickout!
Gould: And just before the three he is able to kick out!
Kandi appears to be in complete shock, thinking that she had had the match won. She picks him up and whips him into the ropes roughly, then she sends him down hard with a very nice Dragonrana, and she proceeds to attempt another pin.
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Kickout, earlier this time. She looks angry now as she gets up, stomping her feet. She then looks down at him and hits him with a Leg Drop. She runs to the ropes and as he gets up, she springboards off of the second rope and turns to hit him with a Diving Crossbody and another cover.
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ANOTHER KICKOUT! Kandi is very frustrated now, and is looking at Eddie Higgins and shouting while she slaps her hands together three times, and he just shakes his head, telling her it was only a two. Cthulhuson comes from behind with a rollup!
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Kickout!
Gould: Wow! I thought that this distraction was going to give us our first TV Champion!
Cthulhuson looks once again for the Subterranean Press, and once again it is countered. The lights cut out though, and when they come back on, we see Virgil Keenan with a sleeper hold locked on an unsuspecting Drake Knight on the outside! Kandi sees this and it keeps her highly distracted, which gives Cthulhuson the opportunity for one more rollup!
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THREE!
Gould: He got it! We have a TV Champion!
Torres: Come on, ref! Why did he just let Keenan go?
Gould: Virgil Keenan didn't interfere with either competitor, it's all legal.
Alex Morgan gets into the ring while "Lux Aeterna" plays, and he hands Cthulhuson the TV Title belt, and Cthulhuson holds it high in the air to a mixed reaction from the fans, although he and Virgil Keenan stare each other down for several seconds.
We cut to the backstage area now, where we see Gunner Hughes getting ready for his match later, while Pat Gordon Jr is all set up and ready to go for his match, which is next.
PGJR: Hey, Gunner. I saw your match at Wrestlefest. Ryan Kidd is a hell of a wrestler, and you guys put on a clinic out there.
Gunner: Thanks. You did well yourself.
Gordon nods and smiles.
PGJR: Anyway, I just wanted to say congrats on the title win, and good luck in your match.
Gordon reaches out to shake hands, and Gunner looks at the hand, completely straightfaced as he stares at Gordon. Gordon starts to pull his hand back when Gunner reaches out and the two men shake hands, and we cut back to the front.
Part Gordon, Jr. vs Leon Corella
R/A: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS FOR THE UWL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF... THE WOOOOOORRRLLLLDDDD.... INTRODUCING FIRST, THE CHAMPION....
[Chariots of Fire' fills the arena, cuing the arrival of Pat Gordon, Jr., who steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring, giving out high-fives to any outstretched hands along the way. He does a lap around the ring, still giving out high-fives to any fans who want one, before he climbs inside. PGJR pulls back on the ropes for a couple of last minute stretches before ripping the UWL World Championship off of his waist and hoisting it in the air to the overwhelming approval of the crowd.]
R/A: STANDING AT FIVE FEET, ELVEN AND A HALF INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING APPROXIMATELY ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS.... FROM BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS....
PPPPAAAAAATTTTTT GGGGGOOOOOORRRRDDDDOOOONNNNN JJJJJJJJUUUUUUNNNNNNNIIIIIIOOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!
R/A: AND THE CHALLENGER....
[Cue the opening guitar rift for the Muse's "House of the Rising Sun". The Arena lights change to a golden hue. Through those curtains steps none other than Leon Corella...]
#THERE IS....A HOUSE.... IN NEW ORLEANS....#
[....He sports full ring gear, consisting of black and gold tights decorated with a metallic golden skull and red rose on the outer thighs, matching elbow and knee pads, similarly detailed wrestling boots, and heavy white tape from his fists to half the forearm. Despite being tied back in a short, tight ponytail, Strands of short blond hair hang in his face as he scans the crowd with ice blue eyes, his gaze intense and intimidating.]
#TTTHHHEEEEYYYYY CCCCCAAAAALLLLLL THA RRRRIIIISSSSSSIIIINNNNN' SSSSSUUUUUNNN!!!!#
[Leon strolls down the isle, little in the way of fan fair as he makes his way to the ring. Upon arrival, he hops onto the apron and walks the length of it, looking briefly to the crowd before throwing one leg through the ropes, dipping down and walking out onto the canvas.]
R/A: HAILING FROM PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND, THIS COMPETITOR STANDS SIX FEET, FIVE INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS....
[Front and center he stands, staring hard at the entrance arch with a fierce, steel gaze that withers even the bravest of souls...]
R/A: TSWF CHAMPION AND NEW KING OF RAGE COUNTRY.......
LLLLLEEEEEOOOOOONNNNNN CCCCCOOOOORRRREEEELLLLLAAAAAA!!!
[...His eyes say it all- He's not here to f*** around. He's here to conquer. He turns to face Pat Gordon Jr, the Irish scrapper's eyes blazing with intensity as they stare one another down. Tonight they weren't friends, they weren't enemies, they were competitors.]
[The referee displays the belt to both competitors, Leon looking towards it then back at Pat Gordon Jr... He mouths "It's my time..." PGJ's reply? "Only if you can take it..." With knowing nods the two back away as the referee motions for the bell.]
*DING*
[Pat Gordon Jr. bull rushes Corella with a surprise flurry of left and right punches that catches the challenger off gaurd. Driven back into the ropes, all Leon can do for the moment is bring his fists up to try and deflect as many blows as he can.]
[Leon suddenly blocks a punch and cracks PGJ in the jaw with a hard right of his own, but the Irish scrapper shrugs it off and throws a hard kick into Corella's abs, then follows up with a standing Dropkick that sends Corella up and over the top rope to the arena floor! Leon flips with the fall, landing on his feet with a bit of a stumble. The two men stare hard at one another, Pat Gordon stepping back from the ropes and putting his hands up, he motions for Corella to get back into the ring.]
[Leon cautiously climbs onto the ring apron and slips his foot through the ropes, re-entering the ring. Once again, PGJ is on him in a flash but the bigger man catches him by surprise this time. Absorbing a few fierce, rapid fire jabs, Leon counters with a sharp European uppercut which is then followed by a vicious knife edge chop across Pat's chest, his hand cracking across it almost like a whip with blisters forming instantly on the champion's skin. PGJ stumbles back, clutching his chest as it burns with a painful sting.]
[The challenger charges ahead, lifting PGJ off his feet, pressing him over his head! Corella goes for the inevitable deposit, but Pat slips out of his hands for a tuck and roll landing behind him. Leon turns quickly and find himself the victim of a hard gut punch! PGJ then grabs his left arm, twists it into a standing wristlock and starts hammering the shoulder and elbow!]
[With grit teeth, Leon takes some abuse as he tucks into a forward roll, untwisting his arm. Leon's back on his feet in a flash, twisting PGJ's arm into a tight hammerlock from behind. Pat moves with him, turning the move on him and putting Leon in a hammerlock instead. Snarling Corella stomps on Pat's foot, then throws his elbow into the man's ribs to force him to let go, sending Pat stumbling back into the nearby ropes.]
[Corella turns around with a hard swing, only for Pat to snap forward off the ropes, duck the punch and catch Leon hard in the ribs and immediately following it up with a headbutt right in the very same shoulder he had been targetting. Corella lets out a growl of pain, grabbing the shoulder and falling into the ropes!]
[Pat grabs Leon by that arm and yanks him away from the ropes, whipping him into the nearest corner. There he hooks that very same arm through the ropes and starts to twist the wrist sharply while pulling at the shoulder and torquing the eblow joint against the ropes. Pat is rewarded with a sharp cry of pain from his challenger, who seems practically paralyzed with agony.]
[This goes on for a standing four count before Pat finally legs go and backs off the customary five paces. He then rushes in with a series of elbow smashes to the side of Corella's head before scooping him up and hanging him upside down in a tree of woe!]
[Pat then backs up, sizing Corella up for a moment before rushing in full steam ahead with a baseball slide! At the last possibly second, however, Leon pulls himself to a sit up on the top rope, leaving Pat to slide through the ropes and hit, groin first, into the base of the turnpost. There is a collective groan from the crowd as they watch him lay there in pain...]
[...Leon crouches down on the top turnpost, then hops with a short spin, driving both feet right down on the chest of PGJ with a Sak-Fu stomp. Corella tucks with a backroll on impact, quickly getting to his feet only to drop back down and roll out of the ring.]
[As Pat coughs and gasps for air, Corella steps around the otherside of the turn post. PGJ sees it coming but can't crawl away fast enough with the air still driven from his lungs by that brutal diving stomp. Leon reaches through, grabbing both of Pat's legs and pulling him for another groin first impact into the turnpost!]
[With a sadistic smile on his face, Leon pushes Pat back a littl bit, where his knees meet the Turnpost and starts repeatedly driving the side of the man's knees into the steel with alternating smashes! Over and over, he brutally and savagely attacks, only rolling in to stop the Referee from counting him out!]
[Once there, he grabs Pat by his right leg and drags him back to the center of the ring. Flipping Pat onto his belly, he then locks him up with a single Leg Crab!]
Corella: TAAAAPPP!!!!! TTTTAAAAPPPPP!!!!!
[Pat shakes his head furiously... his teeth grit as pain shoots through his hips and left leg.]
PGJ: NNNNNOOOOOO!!!! HHHHEEELLLLL NNNNOOOO!!!!
[Leon starts punching the side of the knee, over and over, hitting that special nerve that runs the length of your leg and lower back. Over and over, he hits it, demanding for Pat to tap out, but the Irish Scrapper refuses. Fighting with every fiber of his being, The Champion starts trying to drag both himself and Corella towards the ropes. The two hundred and sixty pound Pankration fighter holds strong, making Pat's struggles seem hopelessly in vain.]
Corella: GIVE UP PAT!! YOU.... CAN'T.... BEAT.... MMMMEEE!!!!
PGJ: GGGGOOOOOO TTTOOOOO HHHHELLLLL!!!!
[With an intense burst of effort he manages to throw himself forward, his finger tips hooking the ropes. Pat roars in agony as the effort stretches him painfully at the hip and leg, his body held taut and no longer touching the canvas. After a standing four count, Leon lets the leg go and steps back to allow the Referee to do his job.]
[Much to the applause of the crowd, Pat refuses to give up, rising to a hobbled stand while using the ropes. Corella, merciless to his core, blows past the referee and viciously attacks the leg with a chop block. Pat is driven off his feet with a spectacular flip on impact, landing hard on his back and clutching that knee once more.]
[Back on his feet, Leon grabs that leg, holds his elbow up, and then falls, driving the elbow right into the inside of Pat's knee. From there, he synches the leg in, brutally wrenching and yanking on it. The Champion, however, shows there's still plenty of fight left in him as he starts to repeatedily drive fists into the back of Leon's head!]
[As Leon tries to let go and roll away, Pat catches his left arm, the one he had attacked previously, and rolls Leon onto his belly to lock on a grounded, improvised inverted kneeling Armbar and wrench, driving his knee right into his opponent's shoulder blade! Leon lets out a snarl of pain, struggling and fighting to get himself to the ropes as fast as possible!]
PGJ: I'LL SNAP IT LEON!!! TAP!!! TAP!!!
Corella: AAAAAGGGHHHHH FFF********** YOU!!!!
[Inch by inch, Leon had been dragging himself closer to the ropes, Pat fighting him the entire way. After a few mere seconds stretched for what felt like an eternity, Leon grabs onto the ropes. Once more, Pat holds that arm for a standing four count and releases. Leon rolls out of the ring and walks around on the outside, wringing his hand and flexing his fingers to try and get feeling back in his arm.]
[Shaking his head, Pat rolls out of the ring and cracks Leon with an axe handle to the back, sending the challenger stumbling towards the ring barricade. Leon turns and catches him with yet another vicious chop to the chest, then hits him with a hard shoulder ram into the apron! There, Leon starts to pepper him with vicious left hand shots to the stomach, followed by an equally savage backfist that sends PGJ spiralling to the floor.]
[Pat, surprisingly, rolls with the fall and right back to his feet where he makes a full frontal assault on Corella. Clearly, the Irish Scrapper had stepped up his game and would have kept going if it weren't for a well placed kick by Corella to the outside of his left knee. Pat staggers back with a growl of pain and Corella starts dropping bomb after bomb to the face of PGJ. His taped fists drive Pat back with blow after blow, the striking power of the larger and stronger Corella never more evident than in this moment.]
[Just as it seems Pat is about to fall, he ducks a punch from Corella and drives him back into the apron, where he starts hammering away with body shots on his larger foe once more. It was at that moment that PGJ heard the Ref shout "EIGHT", holding four fingers on both hands up. With eyes wide, he quickly dives back into the ring to keep from being counted out!]
[The surprise comes when he's in just enough to break the count, only to find himself being drug back out of the ring by his legs. After landing on his feet, Pat and Leon once more, trade shots back and forth, only this time Pat catches Leon's arm, twists it into a standing wristlock and throws both knees into the side of his elbow as he falls to the floor. Sure, it hurt him a little, but Leon would fall to the ground with a snarl of pain as his elbow is tweaked by the falling armbreaker. Leon rolls away from Pat, clutching his arm in pain.]
[Both men quickly back on their feet, PGJ jumps with a standing dropkick right in Leon's shoulder that drives him right into the gaurd rail. PGJ rolls to a stand, grabs Corella's hurt arm and sends him for a hard Irish Whip into the ring steps. Corella manages to tuck in and throw his back into the steps, minimizing the damage as his heavy frame dislodges the steel stairs from the ring apron.]
[PGJ breaks the count by ducking under the ropes, then rolls back out to ringside as Leon slowly gets to his feet. Pat catches with a hard left hand punch, which sends him staggering back. Grabbing Leon's head, Pat spins him around and drives him into the ring steps with the heavy thudding of skull meeting steel!]
[Pat pulls Leon's head back and slams it right into the steel again! He does it a third time for added insurance, then pulls Corella off of the ring steps, locking him into a front face lock. Maneuvering himself and Corella, he turns his back to the steps and sets up for a Suplex...]
[PGJ goes for the lift, but Leon hooks his leg with Pat's! The Irish Scrapper tries again, but fails as the leg is hooked again. Leon catches him with a left hooking punch to the liver that actually stalls the champion. Leon then grabs the edge of Pat's tights, lifts him perfectly vertical and then falls forward with a falling Gourdbuster Suplex, smacking PGJ belly first across the ring steps with a sickening impact! Pat rolls off, clutching his guts and thrashing in pure agony!]
[This time it's Leon rolling back into the ring to break up the Referee's count and back out. He gathers Pat up and slings him back into the ring. Sliding in right behind him, he hooks his leg for a pin attempt!]
ONE!!!
TWO!---KICKOUT!!!!
[Pat throws a shoulder up and Leon peppers him with a few solid right punches for his effort. Rising to his feet, Leon backs up into the ropes and snaps off with a running start. He throws his elbow out, clubbing Pat right in the chest with it and going for a second pin attempt!]
ONE!!!
TWO!----KICKOUT!!!
[Snarling, Leon sits up and raises his fist to strike Pat, but instead finds himself rolled into a possum small package! Holy Crap!]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
[Leon pumps his legs and rolls away from Pat, his anger clearly beyond words as rage ate away at any other range of facial expression. Hopping to his feet as Pat fights to get to his, he starts viciously stomping at the man's back and hip, yelling at him over and over.]
Corella: THIS-IS-MY-MO-MENT-YOU-SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!
[Each word punctuated by a stomp until the Referee finally forced him to back off, issuing a stern warning at Corella! Just as it seems Leon is about to murder the ref, his eyes widen with surprise as PGJ pushes the ref aside, catching Leon with a leg tackle and driving him to the canvas! Caught completely off gaurd, Leon finds himself trapped in a full mount as Pat starts hammering away with left and right punches, Corella able to do little more than cover his face from the thunderous blows!]
[After several seconds of weathering out the storm, Corella catches Pat's arm and pulls him down into a hard thumb jab to the eye! Pat rolls off, clutching at his eye, his teeth grit in anger and pain! Once more, Leon rolls out of the ring to try and clear the cobwebs. It's there that we notice a small split above his right eye and a streak of blood from a busted lip running down his chin.]
[Back in the ring, PGJ had managed to recover and there we see the extent of his damage, bruising forming on his jaw and left temple, his lip swollen and bleeding from a split, along with his nose. He makes a running charge for the ropes right at Leon, dropping into a baseball slide and slamming both feet into Corella's left shoulder. The impact is hard enough to send him careening into the announce table with a sharp cry of pain while clutching at his arm.]
[Pat rolls out of the ring and comes at Corella, only finding himself catching a quick right cross to the face that sends him staggering back. Corella then lunges at the man, the two ending up in a collar elbow tie up. With his arm already having taken several hits, he found himself at a disadvantage against PGJ and being driven back into the table. The Referee Starts his count....]
OOOOONNNNEEE!!!
[Corella catches Pat with a surprise headbutt, then slings him into the table. He then boots the Champion hard in the gut and straddles the back of his head with a standing headscissor. Nodding his head, Leon points at the announce table and grabs each of Pat's arms for a double U-Hook, setting up for the Game Over...]
TTTTWWWOOOOOO!!!
[...As he starts to lift Pat, suddenly the young Champion slips his arms free, grabs Corella's legs and back lifts him up and over, letting him crash violently through the announce table!]
*KRRACCKKUUUNNCCHHKKK!!*
[Pat stumbles forward into the ring apron as Leon lay motionless in the table wreckage.]
TTTTHHHHHRRRREEEEEE!!!
[PGJ slides back over the apron and into the ring, choosing to lay for a moment and catch his breath, all the while hoping the damage he's done is enough...]
FFFFOOOOOOUUUURRRR!!!
[Leon's eyes flutter open and he only seems vaguely aware of where he is....]
FFFFFFIIIIIIIVVVVVEEEE!!!
[...His hands lift up as if a zombie trying to will himself back from the dead.]
SSSSSIIIIIIIXXXX!!!
[Back in the ring, Pat slowly sits up, looking through the ropes in time to see Corella roll onto his side and start dragging himself out of the wreckage of the announce table. On his lower back is a noticeable gash, possibly from the sharp edge of a monitor possibly having lacerated the flesh on impact with the table.]
SSSSSSEEEVVVVVEEEENNNN!!!
[Once out of the wreckage, Leon forced himself to a stand, ignoring the pain and seemingly not even noticing the wet streak of blood that was running down the backside of his tights. Pat stares on in shock as Leon points a finger at the man and slowly shakes his head left to right...]
EEEEEEIIIIIGGGGHHHTTT!!!
[...Nodding, Pat rolls out of the ring, restarting the count as he comes at Corella, hammering shot after shot into the man's face. Leon stumbles back, nearly falling back into the wreckage of the table. Instead he redirects the forceof his fall and slings Pat right into a folding chair! Pat lands in a twisted heap as Leon stumbles back into the ring apron. The wound on his back leaves a small blood streak in his wake across the lighter colored parts of the apron.]
[Leon pulls himself onto the apron as Pat gets back to his feet, angrily slinging the chair he had fallen into aside. The young man rushes just as Corella hops off with a diving Elbow smash to PGJ's face! Leon lands on his feet as Pat falls flat on his back, clutching his forehead. Once more, the Ref starts his count back up...]
OOONNNNEEE!!!
[Gathering Pat up, Leon takes him by the arm and hurls him into the ring barricade with a loud smack of ribs against steel. PGJ nearly buckles against the rail. He turns in time for Corella to nail him with a running clothesline, driving him over the barricade and into the laps of a few fans!]
TTTWWWOOO!!!
[Climbing over the barricade, Leon picks Pat up and hits him with a loud and proud arm chop across the chest. PGJ stumbles back, then snarls and answers with a hard punch to Corella's face! Back and forth it would go, the two brawling back and forth until Pat's fist-fueled replies became less and less, until finally Leon hurled him up against the barricade and gave him a final chop that sent him up and over it! The seconds were ticking by and the Ref already had reached Seven in his count...]
.....EEEEEEIIIIIIGGGHHHHTTT!!!
[...Hearing that jarred Leon's senses and he knew he had to get back in the ring! He practically vaulted over the barricade, pushing a fan or two aside in the process.]
[He ran up to the ring and slid under the ropes and back out, resetting the count once more.]
[There he gathered up PGJ, only to find himself caught by the legs and tripped up, going forehead first into the ring barricade with a sharp cry of pain, both hands cupping his face as he rolled onto his knees.]
[Pat grabs Leon by a handful of hair and lifts him up, a waterfall of blood runs down Corella's face and giving him the infamous crimson mask! Pat blinked with surprise and it cost him as Leon's elbow found it's mark in the Champion's gut! He immediately follows up with a European Uppercut, driving PGJ back towards the ring!]
[Corella slings the stunned Pat Gordon over the apron and into the ring, sliding in behind him. He follows in shortly there after, grabbing Pat's legs and twisting him right into a raised Figure 4 Leglock! Pat immediately cries out in pain, Corella adding pressure by raising his hips off the canvas, practically putting all his weight on his elbows and forearms!]
[As the ref focuses on Pat, asking him if he wants to quit, Leon lowers his hips so that he can take the pressure off his arms and quickly grabs the nearby ring ropes, Using them to lift his hips even higher and increase the pressure on PGJ's legs!]
Pat: AAAAAAWWWWWWGGGHHHH!!!!!
[Corella watches the ref and as soon as the Ref's head even starts to turn, he releases the ropes and drops back down, shaking his head and pointing at Pat.]
[The ref looks back and he repeats the process, grabbing the ropes once more to inflict even greater agony on his Irish-American opponent. Leon grinned with vicious glee as Gordon's shoulders fell to the mat. He released the ropes as soon as the Ref started counting...]
ONE!!!
TWO-SIT UP!
[Pat lets out a sharp cry and forces himself to sit up, shaking his head as the Ref asks him once more if he wants to give up. With the ref's attention once again away from Corella, Leon grabs the ropes and gets a cry of agony from PGJ once again!]
[Like before, the Ref checks Corella and he lets go of the ropes in the nick of time. It was at this time that Pat throws his arm into the air, trying to flip himself over. Sensing what was happening Corella did the same, twisting in the opposite direction to try and counter-balance the Champion. The two twist and turn as Pat fights valiantly against the time tested and proven submission hold, but Leon fights him every step of the way.]
[Then Pat finally manages to throw himself a little harder against Leon's leverage. With a cry of pain and effort, he slowly.. painstakingly turns Leon over onto his belly! Leon pushes up on his hands and roars in pain, shaking his head and pounding his fists to the canvas before finally releasing the hold. PGJ rolls away, clutching at his right knee while Leon rises up on the ropes, clutching at his left thigh.]
[As the referee checks him, he shoves the man back. The ref, in turn, returns the shove and actually forces Corella back into the ropes due to the drain of maintaining the Figure 4 and suffering briefly through the reversal.]
[Just as Leon glares with pure hatred at the man, ready to unleash unholy hell, Pat Gordon hurls himself at Corella, clubbing him with an axehandle to the back, both men falling into a heap on the canvas.]
[He then grabs Leon's arm and starts to pull him into that infamous Bridging Chicken wing Crossface, but Corella, aware it was coming, manages to slip free from Pat's grasp. Both men roll away and get to their feet, though Pat noticeably much more hobbled than Leon at this point.]
[Leon scoffs at Pat as they circle one another, asking him, "You can barely stand, let alone move... why continue? Give it up Pat! You can't win!"]
[Pat moves towards Leon and practically falls to one knee, the challenger hopping away from him with a bit more spring in his step, despite the blood that's caked and drying on his face and lower back.]
[He taunts PGJ, motioning him to come at him with wriggling fingers. Once more, PGJ lunges at Corella and the Perfect Bastard hops back with a laugh.]
Corella: I'VE ALREADY WON, PAT... YOU CAN LEAVE WITH YOUR DIGNITY IF YOU JUST GIVE IT UP NOW!!!
[That seemed to spark a surge of adrenaline in Pat Gordon Jr and in a move that took Corella completely off gaurd, the young man launched himself off the canvas, wrapping his arms around Corella and sending him up and over with a steep Belly to Belly Suplex! Leon lands hard on his hip with a skid and a cry of pain!]
[Both men are on their feet, Corella grabbing the re-opened wound on his lower back, only to find himself caught in a rear waistlock! PGJ does a snap bridge and slams Leon head and shoulders first to the canvas with a German Suplex Pin!]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THHHHRRR-POWEROUT!!!
[Corella powers out of the pinfall and tucks and rolls away to a seated position with his back to the ropes, his eyes wide as Pat Gordon Jr practically rises from as if from a grave. Pat hops forward and Leon rolls out of the ring, a hand to his lower back as he holds the other hand up to try and stave off PGJ. Pat yells at Leon through the ropes.]
Pat: YOU THINK I'M DONE?!! I'M NOT DONE!!! YOU'RE DONE!!! GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN THE RING SO I CAN BEAT IT!!!!
[He ascends those ring steps, never taking his eyes off of PGJ for one second as he walks the length of the apron. Leon throws one foot in, followed by the other, and Pat never moves from his spot... just waiting....]
[The two lock up with a solid collar elbow tie up... Corella quickly takes the advantage with a standing wristlock, only for Pat to spin out of it and hook him into a Hip toss, but Corella blocks. Leon goes for the toss and slings PGJ up and over, but Pat tucks and rolls with the fall, quickly turning and yanking Corella to the canvas with a solid left armdrag... Leon winces as the shoulder threatens to seperate, but quickly rolls back to his feet.]
[Corella goes for a clothesline, Pat ducks and catches him in a waistlock and backbridges, sending Corella up and over. Leon lands with a hard slam to the canvas and Pat pushes down on Corella's shoulders for a bridge pinfall. Leon pushes up with his legs and the two form a shortly held human bridge before he spins around, hooks Pat's arms, and drives him to the mat with a backslide pin!]
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
[Pat manages to barely kick out of the hold, both men back on their feet in a flash, Corella goes for a roundhouse kick, but PGJ shows he's craftier. He drops down, hooks Corella's balancing leg and before his other foot even touches the canvas, he finds himself falling on that wounded back once more. Dotting the canvas in several spots are small patches of blood from that wound, showing that it was still bleeding, albeit slowly.]
[Taking full advantage of this, Pat drops down beside Corella and locks him into a grounded Abdominal wrench, holding him in such a way that he has easy access to that wound. Leon cries out in pain as Pat starts slapping his his free hand across that bleeding spot. Each blow causes Leon to tense up, tears in his eyes as the wound is painfully stretched and tortured along with his joints.]
[Everytime the referee asks, "Do you want to quit?" A different curse or insult hits his ears. Very gradually, Leon shifs his feet, relocating his center of balance. Each movement barely percieved by the sophmore Champion. It isn't until it's too late that Pat realizes where it all goes wrong. With a mighty heave Leon slips his leg free from Pat's, then roars as he lifts him with a steep angled Hip Toss to the canvas!]
[On impact, Leon takes Pat by his right arm and twists him into a tight triangle choke, yanking and twisting his wrist and fingers while torquing the elbow and pressing his achilles tendon right into Pat's neck.]
[Leon struggles against Pat the entire time, the young fighter not wanting to give in to the pain or lack of oxygen to his brain. Yet in his struggles, he felt his foot hit something... he swung again and realized it was the ring rope! Pat throws his foot up on the ring rope and the referee immediately orders Leon to release the hold.]
[Four and a half counted seconds later, Leon releases the hold and rolls to his knees, both hands on his thighs as he stares hard at PGJ... He certainly had come a long way from Wrestlefest 1...]
[...He wipes at the sweat and blood on his brow as he watches Pat slowly rise using the ropes. Leon rises and moves in, latching on a rear waistlock, but Pat moves surprisingly quick, slipping out of the hold and applying a back suplex lift, only to spin Corella in his hands as if he were going for an Omega Driver, but Corella spins out of his grasp and lands on his feet beside him. With a snarl, Leon re-applies the rear waistlock and back bridges with a steep German Suplex!]
*WHAM!*
[Leon doesn't release, rolling to his feet and bringing Pat with him for a second, even faster and harder German Suplex!]
*WWWHHAAAMM!!!*
[They roll for that final German, this one going almost as fast as a thirty five mile an hour car wreck!]
*FFFFWWWHHHHAAABBBBAAAMMM!!*
[On that third impact, Leon kips to his feet, arms spread wide as he roars triumphantly to the crowd. He turns in time to see Pat fighting to get to his feet and not seemingly all there, a look of pure shock that quickly dissolves into frustrated anger crosses his face.]
[Leon runs at Pat full steam, throwing his arm out for a power clothesline. PGJ ducks out of the way, surprisingly leaving only one target for Corella... the Referee! The Ref gets bold over in dramatic fashion, landing on his head and neck and flopping on his belly. Corella stares down in disbelief, uncertain how or why the referee was even there and that's all Pat needs...]
[Grabbing Corella by that hurt left arm, he pulls him right into a swinging neckbreaker! There, he locks on the chicken wing and bridges his back, completing the dreaded PAT LOCK! Leon lets out a howl of agony as Pat holds the lock in tight!]
[Leon's howls of agony seem to rouse the referee from his clothesline induced nap to awaken. He looks over with bleary eyes to find Leon slapping his hand against the canvas over and over, indicating a tap out! The ref's eyes go wide and he motions for the bell.]
*DING DING DING!*
R/A: YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION.... AND STILL UWL WORLD....HEAVYWEIGHT...CHAMPION
PAT.... GORDON.... JJJJUUUUUNNNNIIIIIOOOOORRRR!!!!
[Pat releases Corella and rolls to a seat, fist held high in the air as his music hits the house PA system. A ring attendant brings the referee the belt as he helpts Pat to his feet. PGJ is presented his championship and the defending, champion hoists it high in the air to a cheering crowd!]
[We see Leon Corella, already having exited the ring while cradling his arm as he walks up the aisle towards the back. He stops to look over his shoulder at PGJ still celebrating in the ring, a small smirk crossing his blood stained face followed by a simple shake of his head. Turning, he heads through the curtains and straight to the back.]
Vice Squad vs Black Circle Boys
We come back from a spot advertising the next PPV, Spring Breakdown, and we have the ring all set up for the next match. Both officials stand in the ring as Mark Lansing is assisted with pulling a ladder into the ring. Rebecca Malone stands with them, microphone in hand, as the fans cheer, knowing what match is coming up next. After a few seconds, the lights cut out. A red spotlight then turns on, moving around the arena much like the cherry for an unmarked cop car, while a loud siren blares over the speakers. After several seconds of this, and just as the fans think they can't take much more of the siren, it all stops, and the arena is blacked out again, except for the flash of cameras. Then the lights come back on as the Miami Vice theme plays loudly, to a lot of crowd love.
Gould: Here it comes, one of the more looked forward to matches of the night, the Jail Cell Match to decide our Tag Team Champions!
After several seconds of music, Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter appear on the stage, both men smiling and waving, Hank the one holding their belt. They head down the ramp slowly, and they stop every so often to greet some fans.
Rebecca: The following match is a Jail Cell match, and is for the North Atlantic Wrestling Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... The Vice Squad!
They both get into the ring, still sucking in all of the crowd applause and love the reaction that they're getting. They hand Eddie Higgins their title belt, and then go to one of the corners to discuss gameplan, while "Hate Me!" by Children of Bodom plays. The cheers turn instantly into the very loud sounds of hatred as we see the Black Circle Boys appear on the stage, Lark Fenriz holding their belt high over his head for the fans to see. They don't care though, and the negative reaction remains one of the loudest reactions we've gotten all night.
Torres: These stupid people could at least show a little respect. Lark Fenriz is almost like their superior.
Gould: Are you kidding right now? You have to earn the peoples' respect, and the Black Circle Boys haven't even come close to earning it. Hell, they just barely managed to get themselves a title shot, and a spot on the Pay-Per-View.
The two of them walk down the ramp slowly, and as the fans continue booing, Shawn Ryder goes so far as to yell at some of them to shut up.
Rebecca: And there opponents... "The Wolf" Lark Fenriz and "Thirty Below" Shawn Ryder... The Black Circle Boys!
Ryder and Fenriz both get into the ring, also handing Higgins their belt. He holds both belts high in the air and hands them to a hand outside the ring, who carries them to the announce table. Rebecca hurries to get out of the ring as the menacing cage begins to be lowered down and surrounds the ring. All four men look around as it finally hits it's stop with a dull thud. The competitors now look at one another, and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell. Ryder runs over and hits Carter hard with a Clothesline, while Fenriz watches him get double teamed as Hank Sharpe hits him hard. Carter and Sharpe start clubbing on the back of Ryder, while Fenriz watches on, almost looking disapproving of the fact that Ryder isn't able to handle the two men on his own.
Gould: Ya know, the match might go a little better for these clowns if Fenriz would actually do something.
Torres: These men have been here for months, but you still know absolutely nothing about them. Fenriz allows Ryder opportunities to prove his worth, but somehow, it always seems that Ryder is just bad enough to fail, and Fenriz has to bail him out. That's why this continues. Fenriz needs to start approving of him.
The two have Ryder down on one knee, and Carter knees him hard in the face, flattening him. Sharpe walks over to grab the ladder, but Fenriz grabs him by the hair before he can and he tosses him into the corner. He then starts to throw some hard kicks to Sharpe's ribs before he finally hits Sharpe hard with an elbow to the cheek. He backs up a few steps, allowing a dazed Sharpe to stagger out of the corner, and he lifts him and spins, hitting hard with a huge power slam, which causes the whole mat to shake. Ryder is beginning to get himself leveled up with Carter now as well, as the two begin to throw right hands back and forth. Carter throws Ryder into the nearby corner though, backing up and charging, hitting Ryder hard with a splash that causes a huge fan reaction. As Hank is being stomped on, Fenriz doesn't even see Carter run and hit him hard with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Carter grabs the ladder and sets it up, but he is foiled as Ryder pushes the ladder over, and Carter dives off to avoid getting hurt from falling.
Torres: Some good quick thinking by Ryder there to get the ladder down and keep things even.
Carter lands a forward roll perfectly, hopping right back to his feet. Fenriz is right behind him at this point though and locks in a sleeper. Carter is aware enough to be able to move though, and he runs to the corner, bouncing off the bottom turnbuckle in an attempt to counter, but Fenriz powers through this and sends him to the mat hard on his tailbone, and Carter looks to be in very intense pain from that drop. Fenriz is up to his feet while Carter is sitting, and he kicks Carter in the spine a couple of times, ending with a kick to the back of the head.
Gould: Ouch. There is a good chance that Carter is knocked out after that kick.
Fenriz turns to Hank Sharpe now, who just tossed Ryder to the mat hard and Ryder is in some pain after landing face first from a bulldog, and he goes for a Clothesline, but Hank ducks and jumps with a backflip, kicking Fenriz in the face with a brilliant Pele Kick. Ryder has Carter by the hair now, pulling him to his feet, lifting him and dropping him with a quick Suplex, which Hank is barely too late to help Carter out of, but Hank does get a nice Headscissors Takedown in, and Ryder is sent across the mat from the inertia of the move. Hank grabs the ladder, and Fenriz is getting to his feet. He goes to knock the ladder away from Hank, but Hank swings it hard and hits Fenriz right in the chest with it, which sends him to the mat hard and knocks the wind right ou of him.
Torres: He does that hard enough and it might just kill Lark. Those things are damn heavy!
Gould: Hank Sharpe is definitely a very dangerous force with that ladder in his hands. It could mean an easy victory for the Vice Squad if he's aggressive enough with it, too.
Hank sets the ladder up, and starts climbing quickly. Ryder is up to his feet and also starts to climb it quickly, while Fenriz is just starting to stir. Carter goes to kick Fenriz, but it's a total miss after Fenriz ducks. The two men are at the top of the ladder now, going tit for tat with some right hands. Fenriz whips Carter into the turnbuckle, turns around to tip the ladder, and it falls with both men on it, and he then runs to the corner to kick Carter hard in the jaw. Both Ryder and Sharpe hit the mat hard with impact from the ladder falling, and Fenriz has given his team the advantage on this one now. He plants Carter down into the mat with a hard DDT, and he gets back up with a huge smirk, while the fans boo loudly. He turns around and grabs a slowly getting up Hank Sharpe by the hair, and pulls him to the side of the ring by the cage, as he viciously scrapes Hank's head back and forth across the cage, drawing a lot of blood on his head.
Gould: What a sick man, look at all that damn blood!
Torres: Before you go on your Vice Squad pity party, please do remember that they are the ones who asked for this match, knowing full well all of the potential risks that it can cause.
He throws Hank to the mat, and Ryder just planted Carter hard with a Scoop Slam. The ladder gets set up again, and with ease, Fenriz is able to pull the flag with the BCB logo on it off of the harness.
Torres; Now it gets fun. The Black Circle Boys are eligible for pins and submissions at this point. Let's do it!
Fenriz climbs back down and hands the flag to Higgins, and just as Hank charges for a clothesline, Fenriz leans forward and lifts him over his shoulders, then falls back and Hank hits the mat hard after that Samoan Drop. Fenriz leans back and hooks Hank's leg, and Higgins counts.
ONE
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TW--kickout!
Fenriz looks to be in complete shock, but hell, so does everyone else. Carter comes over while Fenriz is just sitting and hits him hard with a falling dropkick. Ryder goes to hit Carter with a clothesline, but Carter ducks, turns around, and hits him with a few knees to the gut, followed by a piledriver. Carter keeps the BCB distracted while Hank gets the ladder set up and is able to retrieve the Vice Squad flag. The ladder is pushed over, but Hank is able to get off it before he gets hurt. He hands the Vice Squad flag to Higgins, who pockets it and nods to signify that the Vice Squad are also eligible to end the match now.
Gould: Now this will be where things finally start to get fun. Either team could put this match to an end at any time.
Hank hits a downed Fenriz hard in the chest with some Buzzsaw Kicks, ending with a huge one to the temple, which puts him flat on his back. Carter is struggling a little with Ryder, so Hank goes over and the two grab him, one hand on his pants, one hand on his hair, and they slam him into the side of the cage. He hits the mat hard in pain, and they look at each other to discuss quickly, as Hank pulls Ryder near a turnbuckle, and Carter keeps Fenriz down with a series of right hands to the face. Sharpe jumps up to the top turnbuckle and looks at Ryder, who remains flat on his back. He smiles and jumps off the turnbuckle, flipping backward. He looks for the Top Gun Special, he goes down...but nobody is there to receive it, and he just hits the mat hard!
Gould: Nobody home to receive the splash, and Sharpe eats a whole lot of mat on that one.
Torres: Aww, how sad, he misjudged whether he could actually do something or not.
Ryder pulls Hank to his feet, and Fenriz does the same with a downed Carter after a very hard back drop. The two whip Sharpe and Carter into each other, and the dazed partners just take each other out from the impact of the Irish Whips. Ryder takes Hank now and whips him into the corner, then runs over and hits him hard with a Clothesline. He holds Sharpe though, and puts him up onto the top rope in sitting position, and Sharpe rests his feet on the second one. Ryder holds his arms up and sets up, hitting the Black Circle Cutter! But before he can cover, the day is saved by Carter, who kicks Ryder in the back of the knee, taking him down off of his vertical base, and then hitting him with his own little cutter. Carter gets back up and is hit by Fenriz, and the two exchange right hands once again. Carter takes Fenriz and plants him with a DDT, and he covers.
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout.
Fenriz gets up slowly, but Carter grabs him by his head and slams him face first into the side of the cage a couple times. He pulls him back, spins around in a full circle, and with all of his might, he slams Fenriz face first into the cage. This finally rips open Fenriz's forehead, and now we have two men bleeding. Ryder whips Sharpe toward that part of the ring now, and runs himself. He hits Sharpe, wRho is forced fully into the other two, and the weight of the four men is too much, as a whole section of the cage wall collapses onto the floor outside.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
The action spills to the outside now, as the four of them, all just seem to tumble down the cage wall onto the floor. Ryder is the first one up though, and he grabs Sharpe, lifting him and tossing him into the guardrail hard.
Gould: Oh my God! Hank Sharpe may have spinal damage from that! He could very well be paralyzed!
Torres: Stop overreacting, he's fine. Look at him roll around in pain.
Ryder grabs Sharpe and slams him to the floor with a Scoop Slam, and Fenriz and Carter are brawling once again. Ryder picks up Sharpe and whips him into the guardrail, and Sharpe is able to get himself out of getting hurt, but he does go right over it and lands on some fans. Ryder climbs over into the crowd as well, and both of them brawl their way up through the arena crowd seating, alternating right hands all the way to the top of the lower deck of seats. Carter just finished tossing Fenriz into another cage wall, as he is lying on the floor, just about out of it. Sharpe and Ryder have found their way into a corridor with some fans. The fans are trying to circle around them, but they're moving too quickly.
Torres: Jesus, why does every match between these guys wind up going to the arena halls?
Sharpe punches Ryder a few times, headbutts him once, then throws him right over a sales table, knocking over a huge display, and merchandise flies everywhere. Ryder gets caught up in a pile of t-shirts, and he shakes them all off, getting to his feet and Sharpe dives over the table after him, hitting him with a Tornado DDT. Carter and Fenriz are fighting on TOP of the cage now, as Fenriz attempts to toss Carter off of the side, but Carter catches himself at the edge, and instead is able to throw an elbow to knock Fenriz back a few steps. Carter then hits Fenriz in the chest with a knee, which knocks him over, and he follows it up immediately with an elbow drop. He picks Fenriz up and immediately sends him right back onto his back with a Scoop Slam, much to the crowd's love. Everyone is on their feet for this match, and that just seems to keep everyone going harder.
Back iin the back, Sharpe just slammed Ryder's head into a water fountain, and almost knocked it right off the wall it was attached to. He got it on a bit of a slant, but it did stay intact. He then slams Ryder hard into a concrete wall, and that looks like it could be the end of Ryder. Sharpe realizes though after a second that this match isn't falls count anywhere, and he needs to do something if he wants to pick up the win for his team. Ryder slowly gets up, then he runs over and hits Sharpe with a Clothesline. The two are once again brawling their way around, and they wind up going through a door that reads "Authorized Personnel Only" and they just keep on going as we lose sight of them.
Back in the arena, Fenriz is still being beat down roughly by Carter, and Carter picks him up adn goes to slam him again, but Fenriz doesn't let him. You can see the weak spot on the cage roof though, and out of nowhere, Fenriz hits a Cutter, and they both go through the roof of the cage and back into the ring, but neither one of them is moving! We finally find Ryder and Sharpe though.........FIGHTING UP ABOVE THE ARENA ON A CATWALK IN THE RAFTERS!
Gould: Oh my God, they're brawling above the crowd! This isn't gonna end well for someone.
As this is said, Ryder tries to throw Sharpe overboard, but Sharpe holds himself on and hits Ryder hard, forcing him to take a few steps down the walk. Sharpe pulls something out of his trunks now, but you can't see what it is. He hits Ryder in the face with it, and you don't see until he has it strapped onto Ryder's wrist that it's handcuffs! He manages to handcuff Ryder to the rail of the catwalk, and then he throws him overboard, so that Ryder is dangling by his arm, just hanging, several feet above the fans. Sharpe runs up the catwalk back away to where they came from now, and disappears. Carter is finally stirring, and he crawls over, as he covers Fenriz.
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THRE--A powerout at the last possible moment by Fenriz! Carter looks absolutely devastated now, as he double checks with Eddie Higgins, and Higgins assures him it was only a two, as he signals that he's still got sharp eyes. Carter heaves a sigh, and gets to his feet, pulling Fenriz up. Fenriz forces hinm into the corner, throws several hard right hands, and plops Carter up ont the turnbuckle, hitting the Black Circle Cutter! Now it has to be over, as Fenriz covers. Hank runs down the ramp just a moment before the cover.
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Hank pulls Fenriz off of Carter just in time. Security is up in the rafters, getting Ryder out of his predicament, and when they finally do, he starts shoving guys, and they shove back,and he loses his footing as he and TWO security guards fall from that catwalk and right through a concession table for fans.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Gould: Oh my God. Any one of those guys, or all three, could very well be dead now.
Unaware of what just went down over the fans, Hank sets up and hits his Top Gun Special, covering Fenriz with the hook of the leg.
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THREE!
The Miami Vice theme plays as Higgins hands both men the belts. They hold them high, and then they see the commotion going on at the scene of the fall. They look at each other with frightened faces, and they hurry over to where it is to check on everyone. We have two full medical teams over there as well, and the cameras can't see anything at all with all the people. Sharpe can be heard asking if Ryder is alright, and the medics just keep everyone from crowding too tight. They get all three men on stretchers, and everyone appear to be worried, including all the fans. As he is being carted off, Hank and Lance look at each other, legit worry coming over them as we fade to a video package to advertise the last match of the night.