Post by Alice White on Mar 4, 2013 4:22:42 GMT -5
Brock/Brown vs Munroe/Gray
The Palestra looks just about packed, with a capacity just over 8,700, and we have at least eight thousand people in here. Our first pre-show match of the night is a tag team match between two ex-flames, and a regular team. How will the past relationships effect Katherine Brock and Trent Brown, exactly? We find out right now!
The match opens with Braden and Trent in the ring, and they circle a few times. They lock up, and somehow, it all ends in a stalemate. They lock up again, and Trent kicks Braden in the gut a couple of times. Braden doubles over after the second kick, and Trent throws a monstrous shot with his elbow right into Braden's spine. This puts Braden down on one knee, and Trent takes a couple steps back, then charges forward and drops him with a boot to the face. Trent gets down on a knee, kneeling over Braden's face, and he throws a series of right hands, eventually being told he needs to back off. Trent obliges, and picks Braden up. He whips him into the ropes, and Braden comes back and is drilled into the mat with a Powerslam. Trent covers and hooks the leg, could it be over?
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T-- Shoulder up by Braden!
Trent picks Braden up and whips him into the corner with Katherine, and he tags Katherine in. The two of them start alternating kicks and stomps to Braden, which causes Braden's partner, Tabitha Gray, to habe some kind of outburst as she charges over and grabs Katherine by the hair, slamming her to the mat. She then backs into the ropes and drops a leg right into Katherine's throat. The ref tells Tabitha that she has to get out, this is intergender rules, so people of different genders can be in at the same time. Tabitha looks frustrated, but Trent is also told to leave the ring, which has bought Braden some time to get to his feet. Katherine is up and she turns to face him, and he plants her to the mat with a DDT. He then quickly goes over and tags in Tabitha, who immediately climbs onto the top turnbuckle. Katherine runs to Tabitha, and Tabitha dives off, landing a huge Hurricanrana that causes all the fans(and myself) to just absolutely mark out!
Trent and Braden are both tagged in after a while, and Trent is just absolutely ferocious in the ring against Braden. Tabitha and Katherine keep busy on the outside as Trent makes a total ass out of Braden as he covers, picking up the win for his team.
Winners: Trent Brown and Katherine Brock
Martinez vs Eros
Madman Martinez looks absolutely ready for action as the bell rings. He charges right in and skips over the lockup, instead just taking Eros down with a spear. He gets back up and stomps on Eros' chest a few times, until the referee requests that he stop, and he quickly obliges, not wanting to get disqualified. After all, from what he's told me, he needs to get paid as much as possible, as quickly as possible. He picks Eros up, and quickly tosses him back to the mat with a Scoop Slam. The fans keep cheering on the Madman as he makes some more seemingly quick work of Eros with some right hands to the forehead. Eros is able to reach a rope, which does mean that Martinez must stop, and Martinez does once again with no trouble. He looks around at the crowd, and as Eros is getting to his feet, Madman hits him with a boot to the head, then he drops to the mat to cover Eros.
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Winner: Joe Martinez
Gacy vs Morrison
Nate instantly attacked Todd, who got no offense in the entire match. After three minutes of kicking and punching Todd in the corner like an insane asylum patient and almost getting disqualified numerous times, Nate pulled Todd to the center of the ring and used his 29 Below finisher three times before scoring the pinfall. The match was thrown out as Nate went on the attack after the bell, pulling a stack of over thirty barbecue skewers from his pocket and fighting off referees and NAW officials to put every last one of them in Todd's head. The referee decided to throw the match out and declare it a draw. The crowd fell silent as Nate walked to the back screaming "This is what you wanted, Alex! The blood is on your hands, now!". The crowd fell silent as Todd was escorted to the back out of a pool of his own blood by officials. After fifteen minutes of clean up the ring was ready for the show to start.
Winner: Match ended in draw
Televised
We see the NAW logo flash quickly across the screen, then we see several clips of NAW talent in a video package, played over the sound of Steve Vai's "Now We Run" for about a minute or so. People like Virgil Keenan, Kandi Washington, Cthulhuson, and even some shots of Santa Claus, as well as a few regulars like the Vice Squad, the V-List, the Black Circle Boys, and the Latin Kings. We then cut to the arena, as a very modest pyro display blasts on the little stage. There are two video screens on either side of the screen, both somewhat small in size, but big enough for all the fans to see. We see a few vans with signs to represent some of the more popular roster members, and we cut to our announce team.
Gould: Hey everyone, I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my broadcast partner, Jim Torres! And what a night we have in store for you after that huge pay-per-view event! Virgil wants his revenge after being taken out by Drake Knight and eliminated from the TV Title tournament, as well as another UWL match, this time our very own V-List takes on the team of Dom Harter and Alex Castellanos!
Torres: That's right everyone, not to mention that we've heard about the biggest news coming out of the pay-per-view, and that is Kandi Washington's lawsuit, totalling to twenty four MILLION dollars!
Gould: Absolutely ridiculous, and no excuse for it either.
At that moment, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits the system, and the fans get ready for a word from Alex Morgan. He appears on the stage, looking at the crowd and giving them the nod of acknowledgment, but no smile for them tonight. He holds a microphone, and heads down to the ring, the cheers turning to silence. He gets in the ring and walks around a little bit, before he finally nods for his music to cut. He holds the microphone up. Morgan has a team of his attorneys with him, none of them looking happy about this situation either, but they don't look nervous, just angry.
Morgan: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of NAW Meltdown. As some of you may or may not know, a certain employee has found it to be a good idea to look at this job that was given to her, and make it into a joke. We are being sued on grounds of sexual assault and harrassment.
I do promise though, that I will not allow this to contaminate our product, and the proper guilty party or parties will be properly punished. You see, nowhere in her contract did it say that she would not face a male opponent, due to a lack of female competition. We examined the alleged tape, and have found nothing that would hold up in court. So I am proud to know, I will be able to promise you a quick recovery time for us, and great product coming to you on a consistent basis. And as was already mentioned, the proper actions will be taken, and the proper punishments will be handed out. I would love to dearly apologize for all these terrible things that are being said, and I hope you don't believe I would put my talented men and women into harm's way. I am not a terrible man, and I would never do that. So again, please do not let this put your thoughts in a negative light.
He looks to be about done talking, and he gets ready to leave, but then he stops himself.
Morgan: I also would like to mention that I do have people who would enjoy possibly getting involved in all of the courtroom fun. You see, I have video evidence of Drake Knight being guilty of assault & battery. Now I know one of them may not want to bring this to court, based on him just being such a great guy, and another would like to settle this in the ring, but as far as I'm concerned, he ended a career in Ciale Murphy. A bright career at that, with a very bright future. I would like Mr. Knight and Miss Washington to keep this in mind before they decide to keep this going.
He drops the microphone and gets ready to leave when the screens light up to show an attorney's office.
Gloria Allred: Good evening Mr. Morgan, I am Gloria Allred and I will be acting as your employer Kandace Washington’s legal adviser. I have reviewed her complaint and her allegations against you, sir. I have had the time to review your answer in response to Ms. Washington’s allegations as well. I do not condone any kind of sexual harassment, misconduct, or sexual assault whatsoever sir and I am sad to admit it, but it seems you have condoned it in your place of business. You have constantly placed my client in uncomfortable work situations that have disabled her right to say no. A woman should always be given the right to refuse her employer without consequence. You sir have violated several Code of Ethics in Business and Labor Laws. I am informing you right now; my client Kandace Washington is not or will not be responsible for the rampage caused by Drake Knight in order to protect her from the insanity you personally condone. And Mr. Morgan, I have a recording here of you and Ms. Washington in your office that includes heavy breathing and inappropriate language between the employer and his employee, which I am able to play at any given moment. My office has done their investigation and under that investigation, they have proceeded on with a voice comparison test to prove 90.2% that it is your voice on the recording. I wish to keep this as discreetly as possible Mr. Morgan, but I am prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure my client Ms. Washington is entitled to the justice she’s owed. I find that your negligence to protect Ms. Washington from any kind of assault or unethical situation is what the real issue is right now.
The cameras switch over to the front of the desk as William Allen is standing in front of it with a file in hand.
William Allen: Mr. Morgan, Gloria, Ms. Washington, and all stew of legal advisers have been working diligently to lay this case at rest before you lose North America Wrestling. We have filed a motion to suppress any hearsay testimony from your employees in regards to Drake Knight. This is not a case that involves Drake Knight and that is a case I will take on, defending Drake Knight on another manner. If you proceed to take Drake Knight to court, I am informing you right now that his response to your complaint will be self-defense. He was hired by Ms. Washington to ensure her physical safety that you neglected to ensure yourself. She was left to defend for herself and Drake Knight was hired to protect from any and all possible threats to her. However, if you will meet with Mrs. Gloria Allred and me to discuss a possible settlement, I am more than positive we can all rationally draw a conclusion to this terrible injustice done to my client.
The cameras fade back to Gloria who has her hands folded inside each other.
Gloria Allred: Mr. Allen, I am not willing to settle this case for anything less than our asking price, but I am more than willing to hear the bargain and get Ms. Washington’s response to it. I want her in the office to stare across the table at her accuser and sexual harasser. When Mr. Morgan sees the shaken up condition Ms. Washington and the physical stress it has taken on her, he may have a change of heart about these civil proceedings. My client has undergo many days of therapy to cope with the mental anguish and distress she has suffered from due to Mr. Morgan’s improper behavior toward her and unsafe work environment. Mr. Allen… and Morgan, your employee Cthulhuson has been served his papers to appear before the Grand Jury for testimony with the U.S. Attorney General. I am pushing for a prison sentence for his actions in this deplorable act you call wrestling. His hands were inappropriately between my client’s legs as he rolled her over defensively on her back. Those physical actions are not what you call wrestling, but groping. I have contacted several wrestling promoters and female wrestlers who will all give their arguments and testimony to the footage provided to my office from my client Ms. Washington regarding the incident at St. Valentine’s Massacre.
He shakes his head and bites his tongue.
William Allen: I am perfectly fine with that, Ms. Allred. As for you, Mr. Morgan, I will be expecting a call from you soon.
The screen goes to black as the fans are left chanting for Alex Morgan as he looks to his attorneys. The scene fades to black as we cut to our first commercial.
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Scotty Blazer vs Marty Domingo
We come back from the break to see Marty Domingo in the ring with Mark Lansing and Rebecca Malone.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall... intrroducing first, already in the ring... Marty Domingo!
At that moment, the sound system blares out the familiar 80's music sound, heavy on the keyboards, of course. "Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods..." The music continues, and the crowd is excited, as they sit and wait. This goes on for a few more seconds, until "I NEED A HERO" is heard, and Scotty Blazer appears on the stage, running out to the crowd and smiling as he looks around. He nods his head with the beat as he heads down the ramp, greeting the fans who came out to see him tonight.
Rebecca: And his opponent... Mister Terrific.... SCOTTY BLLLLLAAAZEEERRRRR!
The crowd pops loudly at the introduction of Scotty, as he climbs into the ring in tune with the music. He goes to his corner and the music starts to fade out. The bell rings, and the two men move in. Marty goes to lock up, but Scotty holds him back at an arm's length, and holds up a finger, saying "Wait a second." and suddenly reaches his arm out. He looks at Marty, to show that he is a good sport and he offers him his hand.
Gould: Scotty predicted this. He said he would offer his hand to Marty, but Marty wouldn't accept it.
Marty looks at the hand for few seconds, almost looking as if the thought of the handshake is a ridiculous notion. He then reaches out, and the two shake hands, which catches Scotty off guard just a little, almost as if it helped Marty get into Scotty's head. They lock up, with Scotty taking the advantage right away, pushing Marty into the ropes. He whips Marty into the other ropes, and as Marty comes back, Scotty hits him with a huge clothesline. He drops an elbow immediately, hitting Marty hard with it. Scotty gets back up and picks Marty up, whipping him to the ropes, and when Marty comes back, Scotty drives him into the mat with a Powerslam. He gets back up and holds his arms out as he waits for Marty to get up. Marty does, and Scotty hits him with a huge Spinebuster, then he hooks a leg for a cover.
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Kickout!
Gould: How did that even happen?
Torres: Marty is pretty fiesty, man. I've seen him do some crazy stuff.
Scotty gets to his feet, and Marty gets up, slowly though. Marty ducks a Blazer clothesline, turns around, and is able to hit Scotty with a few right hands. He does enough to get Scotty backed into a corner, then he runs and hits Scotty with a Dropkick. Scotty comes groggily out of the corner, and Marty goes to send him down with a headscissors, but Scotty easily turns it into a Powerbomb. He gets back to his feet, and gets the crowd pumped, immediately pulling Marty to the center of the ring and locking in his signature Armbar, the Negative Zone. After a few seconds, Marty is forced to tap out, and the bell is rung. Scotty immediately lets go of the hold in a sign of good sportsmanship as he get to his feet and his music hits. He holds his arm high, then he helps Marty up to his feet as we cut to the backstage area.
The scene opens up and we see Sebastian Jankowski walking through the hallway backstage. He appears to be preoccupied, possibly thinking about his big match as he stares blankly ahead of him and nears a corner in the hallway. As he takes the corner he then suddenly runs into somebody and stumbles aside a few steps, slowly looking back up at the perpetrator with an annoyed look on his face.
Sebastian: “What the hell? Why don’t you watch where you’re going…”
But before Sebastian can finish, the camera pans around behind him to reveal the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes standing in front of him. The champion is dressed in his wrestling gear, and he has both of his title belts draped over his shoulders, the NAW Championship on his right side and the UWL International Championship on the left. He smiles as Sebastian stops mid-sentence and stares back at him for a few seconds.
Sebastian: “Sorry, I was just…”
Gunner interrupts.
Gunner: “No man, I should have been watching where I was going….my mistake.”
Sebastian nods and begins to walk off, and Gunner looks at him for a second before stopping him.
Gunner: “Hey, wait up a second.”
Sebastian stops in his tracks and again turns to face Gunner, an impatient look in his eyes as he waits to hear what the champ has to say.
Gunner: “You know, we pass each other back here in the hallway each week, but I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced….my name is Gunner Hughes.”
Gunner extends his hand and Sebastian looks at it with an unsure expression on his face. After a few moments though, Sebastian nods his head, briefly glancing at the two title belts draped over Gunner’s shoulders as he reaches out to accept Gunner’s handshake.
Sebastian: “Yeah, I know who you are.”
Gunner notices Sebastian looking at the NAW championship and gets a smile on his face.
Gunner: “Yeah, I suppose you do. Anyway, I seen your first few matches here in the NAW and I have to say that I was pretty impressed. Loco, Estaban Almeida, Jimmy Ferguson, Scotty Blazer, Kandi Washington….that’s a pretty tough list of wrestlers for somebody to debut against.”
Sebastian nods his head in agreement.
Sebastian: “Yeah, it was tough.”
Gunner: “And now from what I hear, you’re NAW career is on the line in tonight’s match against Marco Uribe? Is that right?”
Sebastian: “It sure is.”
Gunner nods, an impressed look appearing on his face.
Gunner: “That’s a pretty bold move. Pretty risky.”
Sebastian shrugs.
Sebastian: “Yeah well, what do I really have to lose?”
Gunner laughs.
Gunner: “I guess only your NAW career if that’s the way you want to look at it.”
Sebastian crosses his arms, appearing to be getting a little annoyed.
Sebastian: “I lost my last two matches, and if I lose this one I lose my NAW career. What other way is there to look at it?”
Gunner: “Well how about instead of worrying about what you might lose, think about what you could gain. If you’ve studied your history then you know that Marco Uribe isn’t exactly on Alex Morgan’s good side, he tried to throw a monkey wrench in the tag team division, so I can guarantee you that there is nothing the boss would love more than to see him suffer. You go out there and beat him, and do it convincingly, I think the boss would be pretty happy with you. And hell, with the big pay per view coming up and spots on the card being filled….anything could happen after that. You could see yourself in a pretty big matchup.”
Sebastian rubs his chin as he appears to be thinking about it for a few moments. A smile then forms across his lips as he appears to start getting pumped up.
Sebastian: “You know what, you’re right.”
Gunner nods his head and smiles.
Gunner: “Of course I am.”
Sebastian: “I mean, with all of the title contenders being announced….this could be my chance to show Alex Morgan that I am ready to become a champion.”
Gunner: “That’s the spirit man!”
Sebastian starts to get excited.
Sebastian: “I mean who knows, I could even wind up wrestling you for that NAW Championship someday and becoming the new champion!”
Gunner’s smile slowly starts to disappear, and he lets out a fake sounding laugh.
Gunner: “Well, I don’t know if I would go that far…”
Sebastian interrupts as he looks up, appearing to be imagining himself as the NAW Champion.
Sebastian: “Sebastian Jankowski.…NAW Champion….that has a real nice ring to it.”
Gunner starts to get a serious look in his eyes as he tries to get another word in.
Gunner: “Look man, I was just saying….”
Sebastian interrupts him again.
Sebastian: “I’m going to go out there tonight and I’m going to show the NAW that Sebastian Jankowski is a champion and that his wrestling career is far from over! Thanks for the confidence booster champ.”
Sebastian pats Gunner on the shoulder and walks off, and Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “Yeah…don’t mention it.”
Sebastian Jankowski vs Marco Uribe
We cut to the main arena part of the Palestra, and the crowd is on their feet when "Bulls on Parade" hits the PA system. A lot of these kids, being college students, know and love the song, and they bob their heads with the beat. Most of these kids are in the front row, and it gets very loud.
Gould: A lot of excitement for Sebastian Jankowski being shown, as we get ready for his arrival for what could quite possibly be his final match.
Torres: You're absolutely right, and if there is one thing that this kid can do, it is pump up the crowd. They love him, listen to this ovation!
Sebastian Jankowski runs out from behind the curtain, jumping into the air, doing a full 180 spin and landing on one knee with his fist to the stage, as a small pyro display explodes just a few feet behind him, and it drives the crowd wild.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and if Sebastian Jankowski loses, he will leave North Atlantic Wrestling! Introducing first, from Posnan, Poland... Sebastian JANKOWSKIIII!!!!!
At the announcement of his name, Jankowski jumps up and down on the stage a few times, then charges, making a straight shot for the ring, sliding in and almost sliding the entire way across it before getting to his feet. He poses on all four turnbuckles to crowd applause, as the lights cut out. We hear the familiar line "Who you tryna get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco?" and the lights come right back on to the beat of "Insane in the Brain" by Cypress Hill. We get a mixed reaction, but some of the fans also enjoy this familiar song.
Gould: And here comes a man who just wants his past transgressions to be forgotten and left in the past. Marco Uribe, who is known to be one half of the former team here, Los Conquistadores.
Torres: I've said it before and I'll say it again, Gould. This guy is gonna need to do a lot more to convince us that he's changed. I mean, I know I'm an immediate victim of the guy, but still. He did a lot of damage to the company, and he's lucky that he's still got a job, really.
Marco Uribe appears on the stage alongside Diego Martinez, his longtime friend and new tag team partner. The two walk down the ramp in silence, with Diego greeting the few friends that will give the guys the time of day. Marco climbs into the ring and stands dead center, and he looks out at the crowd to examine the fans, who begin to change their attitudes, but very slowly, and he gets a very small pop. He shakes his head and removes his bandana, handing it off to Diego. Eddie Higgins stands in the center of the ring as the music fades out, and he gives the nod, which signals the timekeeper to ring the bell.
Gould: And we're underway!
The match is fast paced, and the two don't even lock up. Jankowski ducks a swing from Uribe, and he runs to the ropes, bounces off, and hits Uribe with a hard forearm strike. They both get back up, and he takes Uribe down repeatedly with right hands. As Uribe gets up again, he is met with an Arm Drag from Jankowski. He gets up again and is hit with a Jankowski kick to the head, which causes him to go limp and hit the mat hard. Diego pounds the mat, cheering on his partner, although it doesn't seem to be working all that much in their favor. Jankowski climbs to the top rope, and as Uribe gets to his feet, he is hit with a huge Missile Dropkick that causes almost a full backflip across the ring. Jankowski hurries over and covers Marco quickly.
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Gould: Jankowski is fighting hard tonight, this is getting crazy.
Torres: Yeah, it's almost like his career depends on it or something, eh?
Jankowski pulls Uribe to his feet, and Uribe is able to shove him away. This gives Uribe a few seconds to collect himself before Jankowski comes back. He hits Uribe hard in the ribs with a knee, but Uribe throws a back handed chop Jankowski's way, forcing him to back off a little bit. He then runs to the ropes and hits Jankowski with a Double axe handle, which sends him to the mat. He jumps up and drops down sideways, driving an elbow into Jankowski's chest with a huge elbow drop now. He runs to the ropes, but Jankowski is up quickly and is able to send him to the mat with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors, which causes an enormous crowd pop. Jankowski hurries to his feet, sliding into Diego to get him out of the way, and he hops right back to his feet, turning to Uribe. He kicks him a few times in the chest to knock him back down, then he entertains the crowd with a perfectly executed Backflip Disaster, covering and hooking the leg.
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THREE!
Jankowski hurries to his feet and jumps up and down several times. He runs to each side of the ring in ecstasy as his music hits and plays loudly over the system while Martinez and Uribe both retreat. He can't even keep up with himself or his excitement as he runs around, absolutely stoked to win again, and he looks up at the ramp at his opponents with a huge grin on his face.
Rebecca: Here is your winner... Sebastian JANKOWSKI!
Jankowski keeps up his excitement as we go to another break.
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We cut back to the backstage area after the break, and we see Alex Morgan standing in a corridor, conversing with one of his attorneys. Robert Martin comes onscreen from out of nowhere with a tug on Morgan's arm, and pulls him off to the side as the camera follows.
Martin: Alex, have you decided who will be competing for the titles at the next pay-per-view?
Morgan: Well I'm working on it, I've come close to making my decision.
Martin hands him a folded up piece of paper, and starts to walk off.
Martin: These guys are probably your best choices. I'm not pressuring you, I'm just giving you the opinion of a guy who has seen a lot of companies come and go in his day. The choice is really yours.
Martin walks off, and Morgan looks at the sheet of paper, then back at where Martin was just standing a few moments before.
Gould: Is Alex Morgan losing control of the company?
Torres: Nah, he just brought the guys on as advisors. Martin just said that the choice was Morgan's to make.
Gould: Yeah, but...it was a clear pressure situation.
Morgan pockets the paper as he continues down the corridor and we cut back to the arena.
Santa Claus vs Mitch Thompson
The crowd is still excited to be here, and we see fake snow falling from the ceiling of the arena. Red and green lights flash as a famous Bing Crosby Christmas carol is played through the arena. It starts off with the classic sound, quickly turning into a techno remix, which has some of the fans baffled. After several seconds, a sleigh, which seems to be pulled by a nice pulley system comes down the ramp with our very own Kris Kringle as well as a beautiful Mrs. Claus. It goes all the way down to ringside and is even pulled off to one side of the arena out of the way of the stage as Santa gets out, even giving a few people some gifts.
Gould: Well that's the Christmas spirit, giving some gifts to all the good girls and boys here in Philadelphia!
Torres: Good girls and boys in Philly? Pretty sure that's physically impossible.
Santa climbs into the ring as he gets ready to go for his match, when we cut his music and "Thick is the Skin" by Skid Row plays. The fans give a very mixed reaction to Mitch Thompson, who appears on the stage seconds later in his wrestling gear. Tonight he is wearing black trunks with silver lettering and tribal symbols on the front and back. He stands on the stage and holds his arms out, pouncing forward and slamming his one arm down in front of him as a small firework goes off. He heads down to the ring slowly, almost embarrassed to be pit up against Santa Claus. He slides into the ring and holds his arms up as his music slowly fades out.
Gould: And here we go, one of those uncommon appearances for Mitch Thompson in the ring!
The bell rings, and the two men go to the center, Santa sort of slow and methodical, while Thompson makes it more of an athletic thing, as he feels it should be. They lock up, and it starts to go Santa's way, pushing Thompson back toward his corner, but Thompson pushes a little harder and pushes things more the other way, getting them just past the center. Santa puts an end to this, sending Thompson to the mat with an Arm Drag. Thompson rolls with it to get right back to his feet, and he runs at Santa to be sent to the mat with a Hip Toss, which he keeps going with and puts in a modified headlock, and Thompson tries to fight it for a couple seconds. Thompson fights this to his feet, and he is able to get up while Santa keeps the lock in, being in front of Thompson and facing the same way as him. Thompson tries to turn it into a back drop, but Santa forces all of his weight down, which essentially just slams Thompson in the mat face first.
Torres: Santa Claus with a very one sided display so far in the match.
Gould: Yeah, who knew he was blessed with such athletic ability, right?
Santa gets right up to his feet, and as Thompson gets up, he runs and kicks Thompson hard with a boot to the face, which flattens him. Thompson lays on the mat right next to the corner when Santa runs and jumps up using the second rope and lands on Thompson with a huge splash. He covers and hooks a leg.
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Torres: Wow, Thompson just barely survived on that moment.
Santa gets up and picks Thompson up as well. He whips Thompson into the corner and runs at him, hitting him hard with a big splash. Thompson takes a few steps out slowly then falls on his face. The crowd cheers Santa on has he picks Thompson up, stands behind him and lands his signature Inverted DDT, which he calls Mistletoe Madness. The crowd gets even louder as he hits his finisher which he calls Sleigh Ride, a double underhook Piledriver. He covers and hooks the leg one more time, now in the center of the ring.
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Rebecca: Here is your winner.... SANTA CLAUS!
Santa's theme music hits and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Mrs. Claus jumps into the ring and runs over to him, giving him a huge hug as they leave the ring together, and Mitch tries getting up, but is having a lot of trouble staying on his feet as we cut to the backstage area again.
The camera shows a dressing room where “The Very Good” David Fraggle and “Sideshow” Euan Dante are standing at a wall.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight The V-List make history by teaming up together to face the UWL Tag Team Champions.
“Sideshow” Euan Dante: This is my first ever title shot so you can bet that I’m focused on the match.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: That’s good to hear Sideshow because tonight I want to make history by showing the entire world that The V-List can get the job done and become the new UWL Tag Team Champions. To me this match is about us making everyone proud and opening the door for a brighter future for us. This match is about us breaking through to the next level.
“Sideshow” Euan Dante: Tonight the entire world watches The V-List take over the UWL tag team division and then we begin our quest to taking over the NAW tag team division.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Dom and Alex as soon as the bell rings The V-List’s story time begins and it doesn’t end until you lose everything that you’ve got.
Scene fades with “The Very Good” David Fraggle spitting green mist at the camera while “Sideshow” Euan Dante laughs and we go to commercial.
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Patrick Sparkman vs Cthulhuson
When we come back from the commercial break, the crowd's attention is drawn to the stage as the opening banjo licks to the song "Everybody's Dixie" by Bobby Horton plays loudly through the arena. The boos start to come out minimally, as they slowly get louder, maxing out as Patrick Sparkman appears on the stage wearing Confederate Army battle garb, complete with a saber and a Confederate flag.
Gould: Not a good idea to start doing this in Philadelphia. This city is like an unofficial capital of the nation.
Torres: It's always good to start showing pride in your heritage, Gould! That's like me saying that it's not a good idea for you to be a huge nerd, it's just who you are!
Sparkman starts coming down the ramp, waving the flag wildly, right in the face of the booing fans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and even sees a flag wearing an American flag shirt and hat. He just shakes his head, almost as if he is disappointed by the fan. He gets into the ring and waves the flag high and energetically, garnering absolutely no love at all from the fans. He puts the flag in his corner of the ring, setting it up right next to the turnbuckle and starts removing the unnecessary parts of his outfit. He is ready to go when the lights start to go out and flash dimly. It almost looks like a rain storm as the violins from Clint Mansell's "Lux Aeterna" ring out around the arena. This garners a little more of a mixed reaction, still a lot of booing fans, but a couple of cheers.
Torres: Here is where importance comes from though! Right here is the TV Champ!
Raven Bellatrix emerges from behind the curtain first, with a set of cast iron fire eating torches. She is dancing and tossing them around, making it look incredibly easy. After a few seconds, Cthulhuson appears from behind the curtain. Raven begins to dance around him as they both head down the ramp. Cthulhuson doesn't take his eyes off of the fans though, just shaking his head as he heads down. A few younger college aged fans in the front row bow down, and it's hard to tell whether they're serious or if they're just doing it out of spite. In any case, he gets into the ring and removes his robe or coat, and hands it off to a hand reaching into the ring for it. He then hands off his championship belt.
Eddie Higgins calls for the bell, and both men move in toward the center of the ring. Instead of the typical lockup, Sparkman attacks the waist, and is able to take Cthulhuson down quick. He unleashes with some right hands until Higgins tells him to stop, which he milks until that expected threat of disqualification is brought up. Sparkman goes back to his corner and looks at Cthulhuson, who crawls back to his feet, caught off guard by the attack from Sparkman. It just makes Sparkman go harder though, as he charges and hits Cthulhuson hard with a lariat, and he runs to the ropes, coming back and hitting Sparkman with a Leg Drop. He pulls his foe to his feet and whips him into the ropes, and hits Cthulhuson very hard with a Clothesline to just absolutely derail him. He looks around at the fans, who still boo him incredibly loudly.
Torres: These fans are being awful rude to Sparkman tonight.
Gould: Well he's provoking them firstly, and secondly, he should be focused on what's going on in the ring, not these fans.
Sparkman stays distracted by the boos, which gives Cthulhuson an opportunity to put in some offense. He is able to kick Sparkman in the ribs the moment that he turns around, and he is able then to push him into the corner. He throws a few right hands, but Sparkman catches one, and twists Cthulhuson's arm, then is able to turn that into an armbar and flip Cthulhuson right over his head and onto his back, still twisting the arm. Cthulhuson's only saving grace in that moment is the ropes, which are just next to him, so he is able to get a leg up, which gives Higgins the go ahead to make Sparkman let go of his arm. Sparkman is checking on the down Cthulhuson's arm, so Raven takes a moment to trip up Sparkman, pulling on his leg and making him land on his face, which causes a few audience members to laugh. Cthulhuson is up now, and he runs at Sparkman, going to kick him, but Sparkman ducks, and Cthulhuson misses it. Sparkman hurries to his feet, and is able to flatten Cthulhuson with a big Dropkick. He then covers.
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Gould: Something seems up with Cthulhuson. Like he's distracted or something like that.
Torres: Maybe he isn't that good, and winning the TV Title was a fluke?
Cthulhuson pulls himself to his feet, but is attacked again with a flurry of fists from the southerner. Sparkman whips Cthulhuson into the corner, and runs at him, kicking him hard with a boot to the face. This puts Cthulhuson flat on the mat, and gives Sparkman plenty of time to bow and play to the crowd a little bit. He then grabs Cthulhuson by the mask, pulling him right to his feet, very roughly, and he lays into him with some more right hands before kneeing him in the ribs and lifting him upside down, planting him into the mat with a huge piledriver. He then covers and hooks a leg with a cocky grin on his face.
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Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Patrick Sparkman!
Sparkman gets up, fairly excited about his victory as he grabs his flag and starts to wave it again, very excitedly, as we cut to commercial.
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We cut to the interesting image of Virgil Keenan geared up and prepared for the nights bout with Drake Knight. The gold trimmed mask and counteracting blue fabric shine through as the corresponding wrestling attire fit the same colour combination. Amusingly and not surprisingly, Virgil has a microphone in his hand, he smirks and seems ready to go to town.
Virgil: "A few days ago the world was granted the lovely prospect of hearing Drake Knight insert his opinion, open his mouth, and... well just retort to every fucking thing I said like some sort of systematic robot. Congratulations Mr. Knight on having the creativity and the mental fortitude to conjure up the argumentative structure of "No u.""
-Virgil cocks his head with a smile.-
"Let's see how you like it."
-Virgil rolls his arms and jumps in place before, almost as if he's about to jump into some sort of rap battle, and really, this is going to be something very akin.-
"What is it that makes me better than you, where is my proof? How about where is your fucking proof that you're better than me? Because last time I checked, being a former Tag team champion and beating 2 nobodies didn't exactly pay the rent of threatening opponent. Also, at what point in time did you think it was intelligent, relevant, or productive to bring up some other federations like I should give a shit. I'm a former Aggression Champion, I've ended undefeated streaks, I've wrestled for world titles, I've beaten champions and challengers alike. I took Teresa Quaranta to her limit, dragged Anna Matthews through the dirt, made a fool out of Matt Stone, and woke up Stevie Swing from her vampire dormant self deprecating coffin with the best match she's had in years. "
-Virgil squints an irritated glare.-
"The problem here is none of those names, those accolades, mean a fucking thing here in NAW. Those accomplishments, the recognition, the legacy all met a restart button when I signed that contract. I've never mentioned those things before tonight nor will I after, I've never tried to live off former glories and scenarios, I live in the now Drake, the only thing I've taken with me were the lessons learned and the scars left. You on the other hand, can rest on your laurels if you want, if being a fucking tag team champion can even constitute the action, but whatever."
-A harsh scoff is followed by a swift change of hand with the microphone. Spitting venom in his words Virgil goes on.-
"Alternatively, let's go by what we have here, both our NAW careers to date. Our current TV champion tapped out to my submission hold like a little bitch, your boss has been running from any confrontation with me, and you even said it, I'm this companies most prized wrestler, more so then the constantly floundering world Champion. These are not things you should take likely, and you have, you are, I told you it'd be ignorant to do so and you fucking shit the bed in response. Oh well, fine, I can deal with that. Next week I'll just add 'defeated former tag team champion' to the resume. Then of course next week I'll have my next opponent degrade its importance and repeat the cycle of dropping perfectly talented men on their naive and fragile necks. "
"That's just what I do."
"What you do, is follow orders and live a life unfulfilled by the prospect of individuality and independence. Like, you don't know what it means to do things as a person, as a singular entity, even in your overwhelming highest acclaim you were in a position where you didn't have to do it yourself. So when you come back with some half assed counter argument, following suit with your other counters, that I too have a boss, he's name just happens to be Alex Morgan, I can't help but face palm all over the fucking room. Sure, by definition I have a boss, but when I go out there to the ring, I don't do the things he wants me to, I don't wrestle for him, I wrestle for myself, my own name sake, my own privileges and my own goals. I do not sit when he tells me to sit, I don't attack men backstage when he tells me to, I'm not doing things on a bi-weekly schedule for his direct benefit, and I sure as hell don't do it for the money. Look around you, I'm wrestling at a University! That's not exactly a career choice one makes when he wants to make money asshole. Those are traits of this companies most prized wrestler, traits that you snub on a daily basis, It's the trait of a man bred and raised on competition."
"For the traits of a man who will never know the satisfying claim on being a world champion, success, or the divine confidence of individuality, I implore you to confront a mirror."
-Virgil stutters a moment in an irritable aura as he paces in front of the camera, thinking for a moment the accumulated filth he's so far hard to address as opponents in NAW. This company needs him as a beacon of potential.-
"There is a sense of despicableness in this organization when a man states openly that money runs his agenda, and not his own personal strive for accomplishment. Under your logic Drake, all it'd take is a few bills and I could get to beat you head to toe as a fucking test dummy in that ring. After all, everyone is a victim of money. You prostitute, you scum. Go ahead Drake, take my money you whore."
"Take my money and take a beating."
"You pathetic pile of shit."
-A breath of air and Virgil calms down for a moment, trying not to get himself to overly worked up, but the attempt fails, the breath of air assisting only to sputter out his next attack.-
"You and Kandi both actually, because as it's been explained to me by you, apparently Kandi can't take men on in the ring or something. Apparently she admits her inability to beat anyone outside her sex and that is one fucking step backwards for the plethora of female wrestlers I've come across in my days. The Riona Langleys who fought tooth and nail, barbed wire and rail road spike, just to be acknowledged as an equal, Lisa Seldon who single handedly crippled en entire company of male wrestlers with her hard work, undefeated by the masculine short sited fools she piledrived into the canvas on a day to day basis. Teresa Quranta, another woman by the way, was the only person who was able to step in and dethroned her. Jaci Sovereign, Violet Harper, Estelle, Stevie Swing, Parker, the RazorDollz, Anna Mathews, women, all women who could beat down and defeat c*nts like you, Drake, on their worst of days."
"So Kandi, if I could be so crude, your vagina is no excuse to be a god damn pussy."
-A Cheshire smirk plants it's self firmly on the exposed mouth of the companies 'most prized wrestler.'-
"Are you embarrassed yet Drake? Perhaps I should point out your constant contradictions. Tell everyone that I instill no fear, but stand in bravado and claim you'll make sure I never do it, 'again'. Call me the companies most prized wrestler and then an enhancement talent. Call out my lack of research, but no nothing of my past, exclaiming I've beaten nobodies in the ring. "
"Good god Drake, are you even trying?"
"Tonight, I want you to bring that ogre mentality, and try and make me a tooth pick, try it."
"I god damn dare you."
"Rejoice Mother Fucker."
-Virgil tosses down his microphone to a loud thump as 'Yonkers' Stars blaring over the sound system. He heads immediately to the gorrilla postiton.-
Drake Knight vs Virgil Keenan
We see from the arena POV now as Yonkers continues playing, and Virgil Keenan appears on the stage, to a mixed reaction from the fans. He runs a few steps forward and hops up and down a few times, looking the crowd over, a grin on his face. Virgil heads down the ramp, hopping onto the apron and getting into the ring quickly. He holds an arm up as he moves around a little bit and gets the crowd pumped up.
After he does this for a while, "Fuck You" by DamagePlan hits. Drake Knight appears on the ramp, and he looks angry. He stares down the ramp at Virgil, who beckons for him to come to the ring. He does so, running, and he slides into the ring, then starts throwing some hard right hands, but Higgins pushes him back into his corner. Eddie Higgins calls for the bell, and Virgil charges, actually pushing with enough force to force Knight into the corner, and he just unloads right hands to the face of Knight. Higgins fights for quite some time to get in between them, which is odd, considering he usually doesn't bother with that and would just as quickly toss the match in the trash.
Virgil backs off, holding his arms up as to say he's surrendering to Higgins, and when Higgins backs out of the way, Virgil is right back in the corner, swinging away at Knight. Higgins shakes his head as he is forced to tell Virgil that if this continues, he'll have to disqualify him. Virgil backs off again, and Knight is finally able to come out of the corner. Virgil runs to the ropes and comes back, being greeted with a shoulder block, which gives us Knight's first offense of the match. He picks Virgil up, and whips him into the corner, then runs and kicks him hard in the face with his giant boot. The crowd is suddenly loud with boos, which isn't surprising in the slightest. Knight stomps on Virgil a few times after he hits the mat, and he picks Virgil up, looking around at the crowd before hitting him viciously with an Uppercut. He goes to pick Virgil up yet again, but Virgil kicks him hard with a quick leg, which downs the unsuspecting Knight.
Gould: Both of these men are going hard tonight, Jim. This match is intense, and it took absolutely no time to get that way!
Torres: Well Knight just seems to be doing what he does, but Virgil seems to think this is what he needs to do. He thinks he needs to beat the life out of Knight, and he isn't exactly wrong in feeling that way.
Both men are back on their feet, and they lock up. Knight obviously wins this strength battle, but he isn't just able to whip Virgil around. Virgil does put up a fight when he is whipped to the ropes, and he hangs on to the ropes, not bouncing right back into Knight's grasp. Knight comes over to Virgil, and is met with a kick to the ribs. Virgil then kicks him hard a few times in the chest, which finally grounds the big man. He grabs Knight's arm and starts to twist it as much as he possibly can, which causes the giant opponent to start wailing in pain. Knight then is able to swing a long arm and hit Virgil square in the chest, which knocks the wind out of him and forces him to break the hold. Knight powers to his feet now, as Virgil gets back to his feet as well. Virgil charges at Knight, but is met with a boot to the face which just completely flattens him. Knight looks around at the fans, just shaking off the boos as he lifts Virgil up, putting Virgil's head between his legs and lifting him high in the air, walking around with ease, and slamming Virgil hard onto the mat with a Powerbomb. He then covers.
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Drake looks shocked, not at the kickout itself, but at how early in the count it was, and all the fans seem to be kind of surprised by it too. He gets to his feet and yanks Virgil up, whipping him into the ropes, and hitting him hard with a Clothesline as he comes back. He then picks him up and throws some huge right hands, forcing Virgil back into the corner. He takes some steps back and sprints forward, hitting Virgil with a big boot, and standing over the fallen foe again, looking very proud of himself. He picks Virgil up again, wrapping his arms around him and looks to be seeking a bear hug. Virgil is back to his senses quickly enough though that he is able to throw some headbutts at Knight, forcing him to let go. He then runs to the ropes and comes back, sending Knight to the mat with a Crossbody. He gets right back up to his feet and runs to the corner. He turns to face Knight as he pulls himself to the top. When Knight gets to his feet, Virgil rockets himself off of the turnbuckle and kicks him hard in the chest with a missile Dropkick, which sends the fans into a frenzy.
Gould: Wow, what a Dropkick by Virgil Keenan right there!
Virgil gets to his feet and grabs Knight's legs, as though he's looking to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf. He starts to pull the legs, but Knight still has a lot of fight in him and kicks Virgil hard in the chest, forcing him right onto his back on the mat. Virgil gets back up, as does Knight, and we see the two stare each other down again. Virgil runs at Drake and is able to connect with a Tornado DDT, hopping right back to his feet, and Knight isn't kept on the mat for long either. As Virgil turns to give Knight a hard right hand, Knight reaches his arm out in the nick of time and grabs Virgil's, turning it into an Arm Drag, which he is then able to use to his advantage and throw a hard kick right into Virgil's spine. He does so several times, causing Virgil to arch his back in pain more and more after every kick. This is then turned into Knight dropping to a knee and digging his knee into the spine of Virgil, pulling his arms back to apply even more pressure. Higgins gets down to see if Virgil wants to give up, and Virgil keeps shaking his head each time it's asked of him.
Knight applies more and more pressure, and somehow, by some miracle of strength, Virgil is able to turn himself onto a knee, while making this hold a little more awkward and painful for himself, but only for a couple of seconds until he is able to drive his head right into the gut of Knight. Knight instantly lets go of the hold, and Virgil then drops to his knees as he tries to relieve some of the stress on his back. He reaches back to try to rub the spine a little, but it doesn't work, because Knight is right back on the offensive, kicking Virgil in the ribs a couple times to put him on his back. He then throws a harsh stomp right to the chest of Virgil, which causes everyone to gasp and worry about him, because you can just hear the impact of the stomps. He picks Virgil up, and this time he successfully locks in his bearhug. The energy is slowly draining out of Virgil, and he starts to go limp.
Torres: There it is, pretty sure Virgil is fast asleep in there.
As is procedure, Higgins lifts the arm of Virgil, and it drops. Count of one. He does so again. Count of two. He drops it a third, but it doesn't go all the way, and Virgil still shows some life. After a couple of seconds, Virgil boxes the ears of Knight. Knight still doesn't let go, so Virgil does it again, and then he does it a third time. This time Knight does drop Virgil, who goes limp to the mat right away, but Knight isn't so quick to attack this time, trying to get his ears to stop ringing. Virgil gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes to catch some breath. Knight runs at him to hit him, but he ducks and pulls the bottom rope down, causing Knight to fall out onto the floor outside. Knight gets to his feet, quickly, angry from that shot, and before he can react, Virgil dives to the outside and they both hit the floor hard. Virgil gets back up, and Knight pulls himself up using the guard rail. Virgil runs and hits Knight in the head with a drop kick, which surprisingly doesn't send Knight into the crowd. He then grabs Knight by the hair and rolls him into the ring, climbing up onto the apron, springboarding, and with the perfect timing, is able to grab Knight by the trunks as he is getting up, and roll him up for an attempt.
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Virgil sits on his knees, shocked at the kickout, as is everyone else. He gets to his feet and grabs Knight, dragging him to the corner and slamming his face into the turnbuckle. He does this repeatedly, then he finally spins Knight to face him, knees him in the ribs, then backs up and hits him with a Scissors Kick to put him flat on his face. Virgil looks around at the fans, who continue to cheer him on, and he goes over to the legs of the downed Knight. He wastes absolutely no time and locks in his Texas Cloverleaf, and it looks great for him. Knight grasps for the rope, which is literally just out of his reach, and tries to move forward on his arms. Virgil pulls with all of his might to prevent that, which works for quite a while. Somehow, Knight is just able to eat the pain this is causing him though, and he toughs it out, and is able to eventually move on his arms and grab the rope, and Higgins goes to Virgil to tell him he only has a few seconds to let go because Knight has the rope. Virgil lets go, and he turns to face Knight, who is in fact, using the rope to support himself as he tries getting to his feet. It looks like the big damage might be done though, as the giant has some trouble getting to his feet.
Gould: Uh oh, it looks like Knight is having some issues getting up.
Virgil looks ready to finish this match off though, and he goes over to Knight, who reaches up and hits him hard in the gut. He does so again, and again, until both him and Virgil are on their knees. They exchange right hands now, and the crowd cheers after each blow that Virgil delivers, and they boo after each blow that Knight delivers. This goes on for several seconds before Knight unleashes a huge right hand that just flattens Virgil, and Knight also falls flat onto his back, both men just absolutely worn out from the intense battle going on in the ring. The count is to five before either man moves at all, and it gets to seven before one is up. Knight is to his feet first, somehow, and he leans on the turnbuckle, while Virgil is still getting to his feet slowly. Virgil is up now, and the two slowly move in to the center of the ring, and Virgil kicks Knight hard, then plants him with a huge DDT, putting Knight on his back in the center of the ring. He rolls Knight over and locks in his Texas Cloverleaf again, this time leaning back and adding all the pressure he possibly can.
Knight though, in a real show of strength, is able to crawl and not get a hand on the rope, but hold onto the apron. This, in fact, is a situation for a rope break, as his hands break the plane of the rope. Higgins tells Virgil this repeatedly, but something snapped in the man, and he just won't let go. Higgins gives him his five count, and he just applies more pressure. After a few more seconds, since he has yet to let go, Higgins calls for the bell. Virgil lets go, clearly thinking he just showed everyone who the man is.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, by disqualification... Drake Knight!
Virgil stops dead in his tracks, and the crowd also erupts in boos. Nobody is happy with Higgins' decision, but you can't fault him for doing his job. Virgil shakes his head and looks at Knight, who is to his feet with a wicked grin on his face, acting as though he destroyed Virgil or something.
Gould: And Drake Knight only won this match by the skin of his teeth. Virgil is livid.
Torres: Well he brought it on himself, Higgins tried to tell him several times that Knight was breaking the plane of the ropes.
Virgil runs for Knight, who is quick to roll out of the ring and head up the ramp as "Fuck You" by Damage Plan plays, and we cut to commercial.
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Lance Carter vs Diego Martinez
We return from commercial and Diego Martinez and Marco Uribe are already to the ring. They are talking to each other as the lights cut out and red light flashes around the arena. A siren is heard blaring throughout as the crowd gets to their feet, and the lights come back on as the Miami Vice theme song hits. The crowd erupts loudly as the Tag Team Champions make their way to the ring, smiles on both of their faces.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring, Diego Martinez! And his opponent, from Miami, Florida... He is one half of the Tag Team Champions... Lance Carter!
Carter hands Sharpe his belt and slides into the ring solo, holding his arms up high as the fans get louder and louder as he holds his arms up. Diego gets impatient though, and starts his way to the middle of the ring, being stopped by Eddie Higgins. He backs off, and Carter gets himself set, as the bell rings and the match begins. Diego starts off strong, sending Carter to the mat with an Arm Drag, and they get right back up and Carter sends Diego to the mat this time with a hip toss. The fans seem somewhat bored by the technical display brought on by these two though for the first several seconds of the match.
Gould: Nice match that these two have been putting on so far here tonight, a great display of technical ability from both competitors.
Torres: Technical wrestling is boring though, these people bought tickets to see flash and pizazz.
Carter lifts Diego off the mat after a nice scoop slam, whipping him into the ropes, and Diego ducks an attempted Clothesline, runs the ropes, slides under Carter, and hops to his feet. As Carter turns around, he is greeted with a kick to the stomach, followed by a pumphandle drop. Diego gets up and pounds his chest a few times, signifying that he came for one huge battle, and he turns to see Carter getting up. He walks toward Carter, and Carter is able to shove him back, and when he comes at Carter again, this time he is met with a right hand to the temple, which drops him like a rock. Carter looks around at the fans who start to cheer as they see him take the upper hand as he grabs one of Diego's arms and pulls it behind his back, then pulls it upwards, applying a lot of pressure to Diego's shoulder. Diego leans to his front in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure, but Carter just keeps going with it. In a last ditch effort to keep his hopes alive, Diego jumps up in the air, toward his back, and wraps his legs around Carter's neck, in an attempt to roll Carter up to try getting a cover, but Carter rolls through and instead has Diego in a rollup situation.
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The fans are alive now as Carter gets to his feet, whipping Diego into the ropes. Diego comes back with a Crossbody that takes Carter to the mat, and when Diego gets up, he sees two men walking down the ramp that he doesn't recognize.
Gould: Jim, do you see that? Who's coming here... that's Leon Corella!
Torres: It sure is, and to be exact, that is Leon Corella and Robert Spade, the newest signings in NAW. They're a new tag team called AssKick Nation, or AKN for short. I hear they really wanna shake things up in the tag division, and I would love to see what they plan on doing for us.
The two men continue to walk down the ramp as both Marco Uribe and Hank Sharpe come toward them. The four men start brawling outside, and Carter takes advantage of Diego's confusion with a rollup from behind!
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Carter hurries to his feet and holds his arms high. No music plays though, as all the attention is on the brawl outside, and AssKick Nation are really bringing it to these guys. Leon throws a couple right hands to Marco and eventually throws him over the guardrail into the crowd, and he turns to his partner who just sent Sharpe face first into the ring post. Diego and Carter both go to check on their partners as Leon grabs a microphone and they take to the ring. But before Leon can get a word in, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush plays loudly over the system. Alex Morgan appears after a couple of seconds, and he stands on top of the stage, as several guards come out as well.
Morgan: Well, well, well. I give you guys access to the arena so you can take a look around at what we have to offer to our guys backstage, and you decide to ruin a perfectly good match. I know you wanted to shake things up a bit, but this is a bit too far. If you don't mind, I would appreciate if you left now, because I have number one contenders to announce.
Leon: Well actually, if you don't mind, I think we just showed you why we should be right up at the top of that ladder. This tag division isn't so hot, and I think we're quite the improvement on it.
Morgan: Alright, here's what I'll do for you then. If you think you're so great, I won't name a tag team contender yet. I'll let your actions take care of it for you. At the next edition of Meltdown, you two will take on our very own V-List. And if you perform well, I will definitely consider you for the titles. I might even put both teams on the card for that title match at Spring Breakdown, who knows! I like to make things interesting, so there you go. Now do you mind leaving my ring?
Leon and Spade look at each other before both agreeing quickly and opting to leave. Morgan nods to them as they pass him on the entrance ramp. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring, and the crowd gets silent for him.
Morgan: Now that I've got things back on track, I have two more contenders to announce for Spring Breakdown. I have noticed a lot of people showing me a lot more than I am accustomed to seeing from our talent, which is great. I love to see improvement, and we've seen a lot of it over the past number of weeks. The next announcement I would like to make is regarding the Television Championship.
You see, from its creation and debut here, it has been soiled in controversy already, considering a few things. And I would like to offer Ms. Kandi Washington a rematch for the championship, but I just cannot bring myself to do that. What I can bring myself to do however is let her bodyguard perform in her stead. So at Spring Breakdown, we will see Cthulhuson defend his championship against Drake Knight!
The crowd erupts. Knight just showed why he is worthy of something like that tonight, and Cthulhuson is looking to redeem. Morgan smiles and nods as the crowd is still in mid pop, but they begin to slow down, so he puts the microphone back up to his lips.
Morgan: And this leaves our NAW Championship, held by Gunner Hughes for quite some time now. And Gunner has defended this championship through thick and thin, and is definitely showing why he is a great champion. For that, I applaud him. He is one great wrestler, and he embodies my vision when I started this company.
But I digress, we do need to find him a proper challenger. We have, like I said, seen many of our superstars state their obvious case for why they deserve to challenge for it, but I want to see somebody who shows heart, above all else, and as much as it may pain most to hear it, as I know he isn't the most liked superstar on the roster, I have to award this opportunity to Virgil Keenan!
Virgil showed the heart and determination to win that I am talking about in his match earlier tonight. Sure, he didn't follow the rules, and sure, it cost him the match. But sometimes, the only right way to go is against the grain, and to break a few rules, and it will pay off for you in the long run. This is exactly the case here, as I award this to Mr. Keenan.
The crowd is mixed, but most of the fans like the choice. Many people agree that he definitely deserves it, as his performances always have brought his opponent to the next level that they normally just couldn't perform against. They slow down their cheers so he can continue.
Morgan: I would also like to bring back a tradition that I was hoping to start so long ago, but never did. I will begin the tradition now, where the champion is the one to decide the stipulation for their championship match. But if the champion decides they don't want to choose, that choice goes to the challenger!
The crowd erupts at the thought of the champions choosing their stipulations, and he nods again, proud of himself for this decision.
Morgan: Again, thank you all for being here, and i hope you had a wonderful evening!
He heads up the ramp as we cut to commercial.
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V-List vs Dom Harter and Alex Castellanos
We come back from commercial and all four men are actually in the ring, but "Storytime" by Nightwish, is still fading out slowly, so we do know that the UWL Champions took to the ring first. Castellanos and Fraggle open the match with a lockup. Fraggle shoves Castellanos to the mat, and lands a few quick stomps before Castellanos is back to his feet. Fraggle whips Alex into the V-List corner, and Sideshow is able to get a knee to the ribs of Castellanos without it being noticed. Fraggle charges and spears Castellanos hard in the corner, then he holds himself there as he jams his shoulder into the midsection of Castellanos time and time again. He gets out of the corner and grabs Castellanos by the hair, then he drops his face onto his knee, as Castellanos lands hard on his back on the mat. Fraggle goes over and climbs onto the top turnbuckle, jumping off and landing a hard elbow drop into the chest of Castellanos. He gets up again quickly, and hurries over to tag in his partner.
Gould: Wow, Fraggle is showing everybody the determination that he has to be a champion here, and he's putting on an awesome show while he does it.
Sideshow grabs Castellanos by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He looks around, then he quickly slams his own head into the skull of Castellanos with a vicious headbutt, which actually puts both men onto the mat. Sideshow holds his head and shakes it a little bit to get himself back to normal, as Castellanos crawls around the ring aimlessly, seemingly lost as to how to get to his partner. Castellanos and Harter somehow manage to make a tag though, and when Sideshow is to his feet, he is met with a Forearm Smash from Harter, which puts him right back onto his butt. Harter unleashes some harsh stomps on Sideshow, who is crawling as quickly as possible to get to the ropes. He does so, and is able to pull himself up. Harter hits Sideshow then with a hard clothesline that puts both men outside onto the floor, but the it makes the crowd go nuts. Harter is to his feet quickly as he continues to beat down Sideshow, until after a few seconds, he misses a knee lift, and Sideshow grabs his leg and drops, pulling Harter forward as he lands on his face on the floor.
Torres: Wow, for still suffering from that bad concussion, Dante seems to be doing a great job in the ring.
Sideshow rolls Harter into the ring, and Harter's head still sticks out over the apron a little bit. Sideshow takes this opportunity and runs forward, slamming an elbow hard into Harter's face, which causes him to roll into the ring and flop around in severe pain for a few seconds while Sideshow climbs up onto the top rope quickly, diving off with a diving Knee Drop. The crowd continues to cheer as both men get to their feet and lock up. Harter wins this lockup, and forces Sideshow into the corner with Castellanos. Harter throws kick after vicious kick to Sideshow, then he quickly tags in Castellanos. Castellanos gets in and kicks Sideshow a few times as well, as Harter is told to get out of the ring. Castellanos grabs Sideshow and pulls him from the corner, lifting him and immediately dropping him with a vertical Suplex. He gets back up, and picks Sideshow up, this time sending him across the ring with a Belly to belly release suplex. He hurries over and as he gets to Sideshow, he is met with a kick to the forehead, which lays him out on the mat.
Sideshow is to his feet now and tags in Fraggle again, who hurries over and is able to plant Castellanos into the mat as he tries getting to his feet with a Bulldog. He gets right back up, holding his arms up and getting the fans behind him. He then looks over at Harter, grinning, and he says something, though it can only be heard by Harter. This causes Harter to charge into the ring, and Sideshow does as well. Now all four men are in the ring brawling, not really pairing off to fight, it's literally just four guys pounding each other's faces in.
Gould: Uh oh, is Higgins gonna have to throw this match?
Torres: He's talking to the timekeeper... He just announced that because of the situation, this is officially a tornado tag team rules match, tags no longer matter!
The four men are oblivious to the situation and the change, but it doesn't really matter anyway, as Sideshow and Harter are battling on the outside, throwing each other into stairs, the guardrails, ring posts, whatever they can send each other into really. The best part of the match is on the inside, where Castellanos and Fraggle are exchanging right hands repeatedly. Fraggle takes the advantage and sends Castellanos into the corner, he then runs to the corner, and sends Castellanos flying with a perfect monkey flip. He does a back roll onto his feet and looks around, looking to be ready to finish this match. He gets behind Castellanos, who is getting to his feet, and Fraggle connects with the Fraggle Rock Drop! He covers!
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THRE--NO! Harter saved the matchup with an elbow to force Fraggle off of Castellanos! Sideshow comes running back down as Castellanos crawls to his feet and grabs Fraggle by the hair, and they start exchanging blows. Fraggle sends both of them to the outside as he tries dumping Castellanos over the top rope, and while this is going on, Sideshow becomes sluggish, probably from the consussion. This is enough though for Harter to run the ropes, come back and take Sideshow out with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Fraggle and Castellanos fight on the outside, and Castellanos lifts Fraggle over his head, but Fraggle forces his weight back, and Castellanos and Fraggle crash through the commentary table. Harter is able to connect with his finisher in the ring while this happens, hitting what he calls "Goodnight to the World." He covers.
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Harter jumps to his feet and holds his arms high, the crowd erupting in boos. Fraggle is slowly stirring and getting up, seeing what just happened. He looks in the ring at Sideshow, who is rolling toward the ropes so he can support himself. Sideshow looks at Fraggle, knowing that he messed up, and he gets out of the ring.
Gould: There it is, ladies and gents, Dom Harter responsible for Castellanos and himself to keep the titles tonight!
Torres: Yes indeed. If it weren't for Harter, this match would have turned out different, too, I can almost guarantee it. Something was just up with Castellanos tonight.
Fraggle walks up the ramp, several steps behind Sideshow, both of them looking highly upset with this outcome. Sideshow actually sits on the stage and looks down at the celebration going on in the ring, and Fraggle looks down at him, mouths something, and walks back through the curtain as we cut to black and the show ends.
The Palestra looks just about packed, with a capacity just over 8,700, and we have at least eight thousand people in here. Our first pre-show match of the night is a tag team match between two ex-flames, and a regular team. How will the past relationships effect Katherine Brock and Trent Brown, exactly? We find out right now!
The match opens with Braden and Trent in the ring, and they circle a few times. They lock up, and somehow, it all ends in a stalemate. They lock up again, and Trent kicks Braden in the gut a couple of times. Braden doubles over after the second kick, and Trent throws a monstrous shot with his elbow right into Braden's spine. This puts Braden down on one knee, and Trent takes a couple steps back, then charges forward and drops him with a boot to the face. Trent gets down on a knee, kneeling over Braden's face, and he throws a series of right hands, eventually being told he needs to back off. Trent obliges, and picks Braden up. He whips him into the ropes, and Braden comes back and is drilled into the mat with a Powerslam. Trent covers and hooks the leg, could it be over?
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T-- Shoulder up by Braden!
Trent picks Braden up and whips him into the corner with Katherine, and he tags Katherine in. The two of them start alternating kicks and stomps to Braden, which causes Braden's partner, Tabitha Gray, to habe some kind of outburst as she charges over and grabs Katherine by the hair, slamming her to the mat. She then backs into the ropes and drops a leg right into Katherine's throat. The ref tells Tabitha that she has to get out, this is intergender rules, so people of different genders can be in at the same time. Tabitha looks frustrated, but Trent is also told to leave the ring, which has bought Braden some time to get to his feet. Katherine is up and she turns to face him, and he plants her to the mat with a DDT. He then quickly goes over and tags in Tabitha, who immediately climbs onto the top turnbuckle. Katherine runs to Tabitha, and Tabitha dives off, landing a huge Hurricanrana that causes all the fans(and myself) to just absolutely mark out!
Trent and Braden are both tagged in after a while, and Trent is just absolutely ferocious in the ring against Braden. Tabitha and Katherine keep busy on the outside as Trent makes a total ass out of Braden as he covers, picking up the win for his team.
Winners: Trent Brown and Katherine Brock
Martinez vs Eros
Madman Martinez looks absolutely ready for action as the bell rings. He charges right in and skips over the lockup, instead just taking Eros down with a spear. He gets back up and stomps on Eros' chest a few times, until the referee requests that he stop, and he quickly obliges, not wanting to get disqualified. After all, from what he's told me, he needs to get paid as much as possible, as quickly as possible. He picks Eros up, and quickly tosses him back to the mat with a Scoop Slam. The fans keep cheering on the Madman as he makes some more seemingly quick work of Eros with some right hands to the forehead. Eros is able to reach a rope, which does mean that Martinez must stop, and Martinez does once again with no trouble. He looks around at the crowd, and as Eros is getting to his feet, Madman hits him with a boot to the head, then he drops to the mat to cover Eros.
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Winner: Joe Martinez
Gacy vs Morrison
Nate instantly attacked Todd, who got no offense in the entire match. After three minutes of kicking and punching Todd in the corner like an insane asylum patient and almost getting disqualified numerous times, Nate pulled Todd to the center of the ring and used his 29 Below finisher three times before scoring the pinfall. The match was thrown out as Nate went on the attack after the bell, pulling a stack of over thirty barbecue skewers from his pocket and fighting off referees and NAW officials to put every last one of them in Todd's head. The referee decided to throw the match out and declare it a draw. The crowd fell silent as Nate walked to the back screaming "This is what you wanted, Alex! The blood is on your hands, now!". The crowd fell silent as Todd was escorted to the back out of a pool of his own blood by officials. After fifteen minutes of clean up the ring was ready for the show to start.
Winner: Match ended in draw
Televised
We see the NAW logo flash quickly across the screen, then we see several clips of NAW talent in a video package, played over the sound of Steve Vai's "Now We Run" for about a minute or so. People like Virgil Keenan, Kandi Washington, Cthulhuson, and even some shots of Santa Claus, as well as a few regulars like the Vice Squad, the V-List, the Black Circle Boys, and the Latin Kings. We then cut to the arena, as a very modest pyro display blasts on the little stage. There are two video screens on either side of the screen, both somewhat small in size, but big enough for all the fans to see. We see a few vans with signs to represent some of the more popular roster members, and we cut to our announce team.
Gould: Hey everyone, I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my broadcast partner, Jim Torres! And what a night we have in store for you after that huge pay-per-view event! Virgil wants his revenge after being taken out by Drake Knight and eliminated from the TV Title tournament, as well as another UWL match, this time our very own V-List takes on the team of Dom Harter and Alex Castellanos!
Torres: That's right everyone, not to mention that we've heard about the biggest news coming out of the pay-per-view, and that is Kandi Washington's lawsuit, totalling to twenty four MILLION dollars!
Gould: Absolutely ridiculous, and no excuse for it either.
At that moment, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits the system, and the fans get ready for a word from Alex Morgan. He appears on the stage, looking at the crowd and giving them the nod of acknowledgment, but no smile for them tonight. He holds a microphone, and heads down to the ring, the cheers turning to silence. He gets in the ring and walks around a little bit, before he finally nods for his music to cut. He holds the microphone up. Morgan has a team of his attorneys with him, none of them looking happy about this situation either, but they don't look nervous, just angry.
Morgan: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of NAW Meltdown. As some of you may or may not know, a certain employee has found it to be a good idea to look at this job that was given to her, and make it into a joke. We are being sued on grounds of sexual assault and harrassment.
I do promise though, that I will not allow this to contaminate our product, and the proper guilty party or parties will be properly punished. You see, nowhere in her contract did it say that she would not face a male opponent, due to a lack of female competition. We examined the alleged tape, and have found nothing that would hold up in court. So I am proud to know, I will be able to promise you a quick recovery time for us, and great product coming to you on a consistent basis. And as was already mentioned, the proper actions will be taken, and the proper punishments will be handed out. I would love to dearly apologize for all these terrible things that are being said, and I hope you don't believe I would put my talented men and women into harm's way. I am not a terrible man, and I would never do that. So again, please do not let this put your thoughts in a negative light.
He looks to be about done talking, and he gets ready to leave, but then he stops himself.
Morgan: I also would like to mention that I do have people who would enjoy possibly getting involved in all of the courtroom fun. You see, I have video evidence of Drake Knight being guilty of assault & battery. Now I know one of them may not want to bring this to court, based on him just being such a great guy, and another would like to settle this in the ring, but as far as I'm concerned, he ended a career in Ciale Murphy. A bright career at that, with a very bright future. I would like Mr. Knight and Miss Washington to keep this in mind before they decide to keep this going.
He drops the microphone and gets ready to leave when the screens light up to show an attorney's office.
Gloria Allred: Good evening Mr. Morgan, I am Gloria Allred and I will be acting as your employer Kandace Washington’s legal adviser. I have reviewed her complaint and her allegations against you, sir. I have had the time to review your answer in response to Ms. Washington’s allegations as well. I do not condone any kind of sexual harassment, misconduct, or sexual assault whatsoever sir and I am sad to admit it, but it seems you have condoned it in your place of business. You have constantly placed my client in uncomfortable work situations that have disabled her right to say no. A woman should always be given the right to refuse her employer without consequence. You sir have violated several Code of Ethics in Business and Labor Laws. I am informing you right now; my client Kandace Washington is not or will not be responsible for the rampage caused by Drake Knight in order to protect her from the insanity you personally condone. And Mr. Morgan, I have a recording here of you and Ms. Washington in your office that includes heavy breathing and inappropriate language between the employer and his employee, which I am able to play at any given moment. My office has done their investigation and under that investigation, they have proceeded on with a voice comparison test to prove 90.2% that it is your voice on the recording. I wish to keep this as discreetly as possible Mr. Morgan, but I am prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure my client Ms. Washington is entitled to the justice she’s owed. I find that your negligence to protect Ms. Washington from any kind of assault or unethical situation is what the real issue is right now.
The cameras switch over to the front of the desk as William Allen is standing in front of it with a file in hand.
William Allen: Mr. Morgan, Gloria, Ms. Washington, and all stew of legal advisers have been working diligently to lay this case at rest before you lose North America Wrestling. We have filed a motion to suppress any hearsay testimony from your employees in regards to Drake Knight. This is not a case that involves Drake Knight and that is a case I will take on, defending Drake Knight on another manner. If you proceed to take Drake Knight to court, I am informing you right now that his response to your complaint will be self-defense. He was hired by Ms. Washington to ensure her physical safety that you neglected to ensure yourself. She was left to defend for herself and Drake Knight was hired to protect from any and all possible threats to her. However, if you will meet with Mrs. Gloria Allred and me to discuss a possible settlement, I am more than positive we can all rationally draw a conclusion to this terrible injustice done to my client.
The cameras fade back to Gloria who has her hands folded inside each other.
Gloria Allred: Mr. Allen, I am not willing to settle this case for anything less than our asking price, but I am more than willing to hear the bargain and get Ms. Washington’s response to it. I want her in the office to stare across the table at her accuser and sexual harasser. When Mr. Morgan sees the shaken up condition Ms. Washington and the physical stress it has taken on her, he may have a change of heart about these civil proceedings. My client has undergo many days of therapy to cope with the mental anguish and distress she has suffered from due to Mr. Morgan’s improper behavior toward her and unsafe work environment. Mr. Allen… and Morgan, your employee Cthulhuson has been served his papers to appear before the Grand Jury for testimony with the U.S. Attorney General. I am pushing for a prison sentence for his actions in this deplorable act you call wrestling. His hands were inappropriately between my client’s legs as he rolled her over defensively on her back. Those physical actions are not what you call wrestling, but groping. I have contacted several wrestling promoters and female wrestlers who will all give their arguments and testimony to the footage provided to my office from my client Ms. Washington regarding the incident at St. Valentine’s Massacre.
He shakes his head and bites his tongue.
William Allen: I am perfectly fine with that, Ms. Allred. As for you, Mr. Morgan, I will be expecting a call from you soon.
The screen goes to black as the fans are left chanting for Alex Morgan as he looks to his attorneys. The scene fades to black as we cut to our first commercial.
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Scotty Blazer vs Marty Domingo
We come back from the break to see Marty Domingo in the ring with Mark Lansing and Rebecca Malone.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall... intrroducing first, already in the ring... Marty Domingo!
At that moment, the sound system blares out the familiar 80's music sound, heavy on the keyboards, of course. "Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods..." The music continues, and the crowd is excited, as they sit and wait. This goes on for a few more seconds, until "I NEED A HERO" is heard, and Scotty Blazer appears on the stage, running out to the crowd and smiling as he looks around. He nods his head with the beat as he heads down the ramp, greeting the fans who came out to see him tonight.
Rebecca: And his opponent... Mister Terrific.... SCOTTY BLLLLLAAAZEEERRRRR!
The crowd pops loudly at the introduction of Scotty, as he climbs into the ring in tune with the music. He goes to his corner and the music starts to fade out. The bell rings, and the two men move in. Marty goes to lock up, but Scotty holds him back at an arm's length, and holds up a finger, saying "Wait a second." and suddenly reaches his arm out. He looks at Marty, to show that he is a good sport and he offers him his hand.
Gould: Scotty predicted this. He said he would offer his hand to Marty, but Marty wouldn't accept it.
Marty looks at the hand for few seconds, almost looking as if the thought of the handshake is a ridiculous notion. He then reaches out, and the two shake hands, which catches Scotty off guard just a little, almost as if it helped Marty get into Scotty's head. They lock up, with Scotty taking the advantage right away, pushing Marty into the ropes. He whips Marty into the other ropes, and as Marty comes back, Scotty hits him with a huge clothesline. He drops an elbow immediately, hitting Marty hard with it. Scotty gets back up and picks Marty up, whipping him to the ropes, and when Marty comes back, Scotty drives him into the mat with a Powerslam. He gets back up and holds his arms out as he waits for Marty to get up. Marty does, and Scotty hits him with a huge Spinebuster, then he hooks a leg for a cover.
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Kickout!
Gould: How did that even happen?
Torres: Marty is pretty fiesty, man. I've seen him do some crazy stuff.
Scotty gets to his feet, and Marty gets up, slowly though. Marty ducks a Blazer clothesline, turns around, and is able to hit Scotty with a few right hands. He does enough to get Scotty backed into a corner, then he runs and hits Scotty with a Dropkick. Scotty comes groggily out of the corner, and Marty goes to send him down with a headscissors, but Scotty easily turns it into a Powerbomb. He gets back to his feet, and gets the crowd pumped, immediately pulling Marty to the center of the ring and locking in his signature Armbar, the Negative Zone. After a few seconds, Marty is forced to tap out, and the bell is rung. Scotty immediately lets go of the hold in a sign of good sportsmanship as he get to his feet and his music hits. He holds his arm high, then he helps Marty up to his feet as we cut to the backstage area.
The scene opens up and we see Sebastian Jankowski walking through the hallway backstage. He appears to be preoccupied, possibly thinking about his big match as he stares blankly ahead of him and nears a corner in the hallway. As he takes the corner he then suddenly runs into somebody and stumbles aside a few steps, slowly looking back up at the perpetrator with an annoyed look on his face.
Sebastian: “What the hell? Why don’t you watch where you’re going…”
But before Sebastian can finish, the camera pans around behind him to reveal the NAW Champion Gunner Hughes standing in front of him. The champion is dressed in his wrestling gear, and he has both of his title belts draped over his shoulders, the NAW Championship on his right side and the UWL International Championship on the left. He smiles as Sebastian stops mid-sentence and stares back at him for a few seconds.
Sebastian: “Sorry, I was just…”
Gunner interrupts.
Gunner: “No man, I should have been watching where I was going….my mistake.”
Sebastian nods and begins to walk off, and Gunner looks at him for a second before stopping him.
Gunner: “Hey, wait up a second.”
Sebastian stops in his tracks and again turns to face Gunner, an impatient look in his eyes as he waits to hear what the champ has to say.
Gunner: “You know, we pass each other back here in the hallway each week, but I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced….my name is Gunner Hughes.”
Gunner extends his hand and Sebastian looks at it with an unsure expression on his face. After a few moments though, Sebastian nods his head, briefly glancing at the two title belts draped over Gunner’s shoulders as he reaches out to accept Gunner’s handshake.
Sebastian: “Yeah, I know who you are.”
Gunner notices Sebastian looking at the NAW championship and gets a smile on his face.
Gunner: “Yeah, I suppose you do. Anyway, I seen your first few matches here in the NAW and I have to say that I was pretty impressed. Loco, Estaban Almeida, Jimmy Ferguson, Scotty Blazer, Kandi Washington….that’s a pretty tough list of wrestlers for somebody to debut against.”
Sebastian nods his head in agreement.
Sebastian: “Yeah, it was tough.”
Gunner: “And now from what I hear, you’re NAW career is on the line in tonight’s match against Marco Uribe? Is that right?”
Sebastian: “It sure is.”
Gunner nods, an impressed look appearing on his face.
Gunner: “That’s a pretty bold move. Pretty risky.”
Sebastian shrugs.
Sebastian: “Yeah well, what do I really have to lose?”
Gunner laughs.
Gunner: “I guess only your NAW career if that’s the way you want to look at it.”
Sebastian crosses his arms, appearing to be getting a little annoyed.
Sebastian: “I lost my last two matches, and if I lose this one I lose my NAW career. What other way is there to look at it?”
Gunner: “Well how about instead of worrying about what you might lose, think about what you could gain. If you’ve studied your history then you know that Marco Uribe isn’t exactly on Alex Morgan’s good side, he tried to throw a monkey wrench in the tag team division, so I can guarantee you that there is nothing the boss would love more than to see him suffer. You go out there and beat him, and do it convincingly, I think the boss would be pretty happy with you. And hell, with the big pay per view coming up and spots on the card being filled….anything could happen after that. You could see yourself in a pretty big matchup.”
Sebastian rubs his chin as he appears to be thinking about it for a few moments. A smile then forms across his lips as he appears to start getting pumped up.
Sebastian: “You know what, you’re right.”
Gunner nods his head and smiles.
Gunner: “Of course I am.”
Sebastian: “I mean, with all of the title contenders being announced….this could be my chance to show Alex Morgan that I am ready to become a champion.”
Gunner: “That’s the spirit man!”
Sebastian starts to get excited.
Sebastian: “I mean who knows, I could even wind up wrestling you for that NAW Championship someday and becoming the new champion!”
Gunner’s smile slowly starts to disappear, and he lets out a fake sounding laugh.
Gunner: “Well, I don’t know if I would go that far…”
Sebastian interrupts as he looks up, appearing to be imagining himself as the NAW Champion.
Sebastian: “Sebastian Jankowski.…NAW Champion….that has a real nice ring to it.”
Gunner starts to get a serious look in his eyes as he tries to get another word in.
Gunner: “Look man, I was just saying….”
Sebastian interrupts him again.
Sebastian: “I’m going to go out there tonight and I’m going to show the NAW that Sebastian Jankowski is a champion and that his wrestling career is far from over! Thanks for the confidence booster champ.”
Sebastian pats Gunner on the shoulder and walks off, and Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “Yeah…don’t mention it.”
Sebastian Jankowski vs Marco Uribe
We cut to the main arena part of the Palestra, and the crowd is on their feet when "Bulls on Parade" hits the PA system. A lot of these kids, being college students, know and love the song, and they bob their heads with the beat. Most of these kids are in the front row, and it gets very loud.
Gould: A lot of excitement for Sebastian Jankowski being shown, as we get ready for his arrival for what could quite possibly be his final match.
Torres: You're absolutely right, and if there is one thing that this kid can do, it is pump up the crowd. They love him, listen to this ovation!
Sebastian Jankowski runs out from behind the curtain, jumping into the air, doing a full 180 spin and landing on one knee with his fist to the stage, as a small pyro display explodes just a few feet behind him, and it drives the crowd wild.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and if Sebastian Jankowski loses, he will leave North Atlantic Wrestling! Introducing first, from Posnan, Poland... Sebastian JANKOWSKIIII!!!!!
At the announcement of his name, Jankowski jumps up and down on the stage a few times, then charges, making a straight shot for the ring, sliding in and almost sliding the entire way across it before getting to his feet. He poses on all four turnbuckles to crowd applause, as the lights cut out. We hear the familiar line "Who you tryna get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco?" and the lights come right back on to the beat of "Insane in the Brain" by Cypress Hill. We get a mixed reaction, but some of the fans also enjoy this familiar song.
Gould: And here comes a man who just wants his past transgressions to be forgotten and left in the past. Marco Uribe, who is known to be one half of the former team here, Los Conquistadores.
Torres: I've said it before and I'll say it again, Gould. This guy is gonna need to do a lot more to convince us that he's changed. I mean, I know I'm an immediate victim of the guy, but still. He did a lot of damage to the company, and he's lucky that he's still got a job, really.
Marco Uribe appears on the stage alongside Diego Martinez, his longtime friend and new tag team partner. The two walk down the ramp in silence, with Diego greeting the few friends that will give the guys the time of day. Marco climbs into the ring and stands dead center, and he looks out at the crowd to examine the fans, who begin to change their attitudes, but very slowly, and he gets a very small pop. He shakes his head and removes his bandana, handing it off to Diego. Eddie Higgins stands in the center of the ring as the music fades out, and he gives the nod, which signals the timekeeper to ring the bell.
Gould: And we're underway!
The match is fast paced, and the two don't even lock up. Jankowski ducks a swing from Uribe, and he runs to the ropes, bounces off, and hits Uribe with a hard forearm strike. They both get back up, and he takes Uribe down repeatedly with right hands. As Uribe gets up again, he is met with an Arm Drag from Jankowski. He gets up again and is hit with a Jankowski kick to the head, which causes him to go limp and hit the mat hard. Diego pounds the mat, cheering on his partner, although it doesn't seem to be working all that much in their favor. Jankowski climbs to the top rope, and as Uribe gets to his feet, he is hit with a huge Missile Dropkick that causes almost a full backflip across the ring. Jankowski hurries over and covers Marco quickly.
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Gould: Jankowski is fighting hard tonight, this is getting crazy.
Torres: Yeah, it's almost like his career depends on it or something, eh?
Jankowski pulls Uribe to his feet, and Uribe is able to shove him away. This gives Uribe a few seconds to collect himself before Jankowski comes back. He hits Uribe hard in the ribs with a knee, but Uribe throws a back handed chop Jankowski's way, forcing him to back off a little bit. He then runs to the ropes and hits Jankowski with a Double axe handle, which sends him to the mat. He jumps up and drops down sideways, driving an elbow into Jankowski's chest with a huge elbow drop now. He runs to the ropes, but Jankowski is up quickly and is able to send him to the mat with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors, which causes an enormous crowd pop. Jankowski hurries to his feet, sliding into Diego to get him out of the way, and he hops right back to his feet, turning to Uribe. He kicks him a few times in the chest to knock him back down, then he entertains the crowd with a perfectly executed Backflip Disaster, covering and hooking the leg.
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Jankowski hurries to his feet and jumps up and down several times. He runs to each side of the ring in ecstasy as his music hits and plays loudly over the system while Martinez and Uribe both retreat. He can't even keep up with himself or his excitement as he runs around, absolutely stoked to win again, and he looks up at the ramp at his opponents with a huge grin on his face.
Rebecca: Here is your winner... Sebastian JANKOWSKI!
Jankowski keeps up his excitement as we go to another break.
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We cut back to the backstage area after the break, and we see Alex Morgan standing in a corridor, conversing with one of his attorneys. Robert Martin comes onscreen from out of nowhere with a tug on Morgan's arm, and pulls him off to the side as the camera follows.
Martin: Alex, have you decided who will be competing for the titles at the next pay-per-view?
Morgan: Well I'm working on it, I've come close to making my decision.
Martin hands him a folded up piece of paper, and starts to walk off.
Martin: These guys are probably your best choices. I'm not pressuring you, I'm just giving you the opinion of a guy who has seen a lot of companies come and go in his day. The choice is really yours.
Martin walks off, and Morgan looks at the sheet of paper, then back at where Martin was just standing a few moments before.
Gould: Is Alex Morgan losing control of the company?
Torres: Nah, he just brought the guys on as advisors. Martin just said that the choice was Morgan's to make.
Gould: Yeah, but...it was a clear pressure situation.
Morgan pockets the paper as he continues down the corridor and we cut back to the arena.
Santa Claus vs Mitch Thompson
The crowd is still excited to be here, and we see fake snow falling from the ceiling of the arena. Red and green lights flash as a famous Bing Crosby Christmas carol is played through the arena. It starts off with the classic sound, quickly turning into a techno remix, which has some of the fans baffled. After several seconds, a sleigh, which seems to be pulled by a nice pulley system comes down the ramp with our very own Kris Kringle as well as a beautiful Mrs. Claus. It goes all the way down to ringside and is even pulled off to one side of the arena out of the way of the stage as Santa gets out, even giving a few people some gifts.
Gould: Well that's the Christmas spirit, giving some gifts to all the good girls and boys here in Philadelphia!
Torres: Good girls and boys in Philly? Pretty sure that's physically impossible.
Santa climbs into the ring as he gets ready to go for his match, when we cut his music and "Thick is the Skin" by Skid Row plays. The fans give a very mixed reaction to Mitch Thompson, who appears on the stage seconds later in his wrestling gear. Tonight he is wearing black trunks with silver lettering and tribal symbols on the front and back. He stands on the stage and holds his arms out, pouncing forward and slamming his one arm down in front of him as a small firework goes off. He heads down to the ring slowly, almost embarrassed to be pit up against Santa Claus. He slides into the ring and holds his arms up as his music slowly fades out.
Gould: And here we go, one of those uncommon appearances for Mitch Thompson in the ring!
The bell rings, and the two men go to the center, Santa sort of slow and methodical, while Thompson makes it more of an athletic thing, as he feels it should be. They lock up, and it starts to go Santa's way, pushing Thompson back toward his corner, but Thompson pushes a little harder and pushes things more the other way, getting them just past the center. Santa puts an end to this, sending Thompson to the mat with an Arm Drag. Thompson rolls with it to get right back to his feet, and he runs at Santa to be sent to the mat with a Hip Toss, which he keeps going with and puts in a modified headlock, and Thompson tries to fight it for a couple seconds. Thompson fights this to his feet, and he is able to get up while Santa keeps the lock in, being in front of Thompson and facing the same way as him. Thompson tries to turn it into a back drop, but Santa forces all of his weight down, which essentially just slams Thompson in the mat face first.
Torres: Santa Claus with a very one sided display so far in the match.
Gould: Yeah, who knew he was blessed with such athletic ability, right?
Santa gets right up to his feet, and as Thompson gets up, he runs and kicks Thompson hard with a boot to the face, which flattens him. Thompson lays on the mat right next to the corner when Santa runs and jumps up using the second rope and lands on Thompson with a huge splash. He covers and hooks a leg.
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Torres: Wow, Thompson just barely survived on that moment.
Santa gets up and picks Thompson up as well. He whips Thompson into the corner and runs at him, hitting him hard with a big splash. Thompson takes a few steps out slowly then falls on his face. The crowd cheers Santa on has he picks Thompson up, stands behind him and lands his signature Inverted DDT, which he calls Mistletoe Madness. The crowd gets even louder as he hits his finisher which he calls Sleigh Ride, a double underhook Piledriver. He covers and hooks the leg one more time, now in the center of the ring.
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Rebecca: Here is your winner.... SANTA CLAUS!
Santa's theme music hits and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Mrs. Claus jumps into the ring and runs over to him, giving him a huge hug as they leave the ring together, and Mitch tries getting up, but is having a lot of trouble staying on his feet as we cut to the backstage area again.
The camera shows a dressing room where “The Very Good” David Fraggle and “Sideshow” Euan Dante are standing at a wall.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight The V-List make history by teaming up together to face the UWL Tag Team Champions.
“Sideshow” Euan Dante: This is my first ever title shot so you can bet that I’m focused on the match.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: That’s good to hear Sideshow because tonight I want to make history by showing the entire world that The V-List can get the job done and become the new UWL Tag Team Champions. To me this match is about us making everyone proud and opening the door for a brighter future for us. This match is about us breaking through to the next level.
“Sideshow” Euan Dante: Tonight the entire world watches The V-List take over the UWL tag team division and then we begin our quest to taking over the NAW tag team division.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Dom and Alex as soon as the bell rings The V-List’s story time begins and it doesn’t end until you lose everything that you’ve got.
Scene fades with “The Very Good” David Fraggle spitting green mist at the camera while “Sideshow” Euan Dante laughs and we go to commercial.
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Patrick Sparkman vs Cthulhuson
When we come back from the commercial break, the crowd's attention is drawn to the stage as the opening banjo licks to the song "Everybody's Dixie" by Bobby Horton plays loudly through the arena. The boos start to come out minimally, as they slowly get louder, maxing out as Patrick Sparkman appears on the stage wearing Confederate Army battle garb, complete with a saber and a Confederate flag.
Gould: Not a good idea to start doing this in Philadelphia. This city is like an unofficial capital of the nation.
Torres: It's always good to start showing pride in your heritage, Gould! That's like me saying that it's not a good idea for you to be a huge nerd, it's just who you are!
Sparkman starts coming down the ramp, waving the flag wildly, right in the face of the booing fans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and even sees a flag wearing an American flag shirt and hat. He just shakes his head, almost as if he is disappointed by the fan. He gets into the ring and waves the flag high and energetically, garnering absolutely no love at all from the fans. He puts the flag in his corner of the ring, setting it up right next to the turnbuckle and starts removing the unnecessary parts of his outfit. He is ready to go when the lights start to go out and flash dimly. It almost looks like a rain storm as the violins from Clint Mansell's "Lux Aeterna" ring out around the arena. This garners a little more of a mixed reaction, still a lot of booing fans, but a couple of cheers.
Torres: Here is where importance comes from though! Right here is the TV Champ!
Raven Bellatrix emerges from behind the curtain first, with a set of cast iron fire eating torches. She is dancing and tossing them around, making it look incredibly easy. After a few seconds, Cthulhuson appears from behind the curtain. Raven begins to dance around him as they both head down the ramp. Cthulhuson doesn't take his eyes off of the fans though, just shaking his head as he heads down. A few younger college aged fans in the front row bow down, and it's hard to tell whether they're serious or if they're just doing it out of spite. In any case, he gets into the ring and removes his robe or coat, and hands it off to a hand reaching into the ring for it. He then hands off his championship belt.
Eddie Higgins calls for the bell, and both men move in toward the center of the ring. Instead of the typical lockup, Sparkman attacks the waist, and is able to take Cthulhuson down quick. He unleashes with some right hands until Higgins tells him to stop, which he milks until that expected threat of disqualification is brought up. Sparkman goes back to his corner and looks at Cthulhuson, who crawls back to his feet, caught off guard by the attack from Sparkman. It just makes Sparkman go harder though, as he charges and hits Cthulhuson hard with a lariat, and he runs to the ropes, coming back and hitting Sparkman with a Leg Drop. He pulls his foe to his feet and whips him into the ropes, and hits Cthulhuson very hard with a Clothesline to just absolutely derail him. He looks around at the fans, who still boo him incredibly loudly.
Torres: These fans are being awful rude to Sparkman tonight.
Gould: Well he's provoking them firstly, and secondly, he should be focused on what's going on in the ring, not these fans.
Sparkman stays distracted by the boos, which gives Cthulhuson an opportunity to put in some offense. He is able to kick Sparkman in the ribs the moment that he turns around, and he is able then to push him into the corner. He throws a few right hands, but Sparkman catches one, and twists Cthulhuson's arm, then is able to turn that into an armbar and flip Cthulhuson right over his head and onto his back, still twisting the arm. Cthulhuson's only saving grace in that moment is the ropes, which are just next to him, so he is able to get a leg up, which gives Higgins the go ahead to make Sparkman let go of his arm. Sparkman is checking on the down Cthulhuson's arm, so Raven takes a moment to trip up Sparkman, pulling on his leg and making him land on his face, which causes a few audience members to laugh. Cthulhuson is up now, and he runs at Sparkman, going to kick him, but Sparkman ducks, and Cthulhuson misses it. Sparkman hurries to his feet, and is able to flatten Cthulhuson with a big Dropkick. He then covers.
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Gould: Something seems up with Cthulhuson. Like he's distracted or something like that.
Torres: Maybe he isn't that good, and winning the TV Title was a fluke?
Cthulhuson pulls himself to his feet, but is attacked again with a flurry of fists from the southerner. Sparkman whips Cthulhuson into the corner, and runs at him, kicking him hard with a boot to the face. This puts Cthulhuson flat on the mat, and gives Sparkman plenty of time to bow and play to the crowd a little bit. He then grabs Cthulhuson by the mask, pulling him right to his feet, very roughly, and he lays into him with some more right hands before kneeing him in the ribs and lifting him upside down, planting him into the mat with a huge piledriver. He then covers and hooks a leg with a cocky grin on his face.
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Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Patrick Sparkman!
Sparkman gets up, fairly excited about his victory as he grabs his flag and starts to wave it again, very excitedly, as we cut to commercial.
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We cut to the interesting image of Virgil Keenan geared up and prepared for the nights bout with Drake Knight. The gold trimmed mask and counteracting blue fabric shine through as the corresponding wrestling attire fit the same colour combination. Amusingly and not surprisingly, Virgil has a microphone in his hand, he smirks and seems ready to go to town.
Virgil: "A few days ago the world was granted the lovely prospect of hearing Drake Knight insert his opinion, open his mouth, and... well just retort to every fucking thing I said like some sort of systematic robot. Congratulations Mr. Knight on having the creativity and the mental fortitude to conjure up the argumentative structure of "No u.""
-Virgil cocks his head with a smile.-
"Let's see how you like it."
-Virgil rolls his arms and jumps in place before, almost as if he's about to jump into some sort of rap battle, and really, this is going to be something very akin.-
"What is it that makes me better than you, where is my proof? How about where is your fucking proof that you're better than me? Because last time I checked, being a former Tag team champion and beating 2 nobodies didn't exactly pay the rent of threatening opponent. Also, at what point in time did you think it was intelligent, relevant, or productive to bring up some other federations like I should give a shit. I'm a former Aggression Champion, I've ended undefeated streaks, I've wrestled for world titles, I've beaten champions and challengers alike. I took Teresa Quaranta to her limit, dragged Anna Matthews through the dirt, made a fool out of Matt Stone, and woke up Stevie Swing from her vampire dormant self deprecating coffin with the best match she's had in years. "
-Virgil squints an irritated glare.-
"The problem here is none of those names, those accolades, mean a fucking thing here in NAW. Those accomplishments, the recognition, the legacy all met a restart button when I signed that contract. I've never mentioned those things before tonight nor will I after, I've never tried to live off former glories and scenarios, I live in the now Drake, the only thing I've taken with me were the lessons learned and the scars left. You on the other hand, can rest on your laurels if you want, if being a fucking tag team champion can even constitute the action, but whatever."
-A harsh scoff is followed by a swift change of hand with the microphone. Spitting venom in his words Virgil goes on.-
"Alternatively, let's go by what we have here, both our NAW careers to date. Our current TV champion tapped out to my submission hold like a little bitch, your boss has been running from any confrontation with me, and you even said it, I'm this companies most prized wrestler, more so then the constantly floundering world Champion. These are not things you should take likely, and you have, you are, I told you it'd be ignorant to do so and you fucking shit the bed in response. Oh well, fine, I can deal with that. Next week I'll just add 'defeated former tag team champion' to the resume. Then of course next week I'll have my next opponent degrade its importance and repeat the cycle of dropping perfectly talented men on their naive and fragile necks. "
"That's just what I do."
"What you do, is follow orders and live a life unfulfilled by the prospect of individuality and independence. Like, you don't know what it means to do things as a person, as a singular entity, even in your overwhelming highest acclaim you were in a position where you didn't have to do it yourself. So when you come back with some half assed counter argument, following suit with your other counters, that I too have a boss, he's name just happens to be Alex Morgan, I can't help but face palm all over the fucking room. Sure, by definition I have a boss, but when I go out there to the ring, I don't do the things he wants me to, I don't wrestle for him, I wrestle for myself, my own name sake, my own privileges and my own goals. I do not sit when he tells me to sit, I don't attack men backstage when he tells me to, I'm not doing things on a bi-weekly schedule for his direct benefit, and I sure as hell don't do it for the money. Look around you, I'm wrestling at a University! That's not exactly a career choice one makes when he wants to make money asshole. Those are traits of this companies most prized wrestler, traits that you snub on a daily basis, It's the trait of a man bred and raised on competition."
"For the traits of a man who will never know the satisfying claim on being a world champion, success, or the divine confidence of individuality, I implore you to confront a mirror."
-Virgil stutters a moment in an irritable aura as he paces in front of the camera, thinking for a moment the accumulated filth he's so far hard to address as opponents in NAW. This company needs him as a beacon of potential.-
"There is a sense of despicableness in this organization when a man states openly that money runs his agenda, and not his own personal strive for accomplishment. Under your logic Drake, all it'd take is a few bills and I could get to beat you head to toe as a fucking test dummy in that ring. After all, everyone is a victim of money. You prostitute, you scum. Go ahead Drake, take my money you whore."
"Take my money and take a beating."
"You pathetic pile of shit."
-A breath of air and Virgil calms down for a moment, trying not to get himself to overly worked up, but the attempt fails, the breath of air assisting only to sputter out his next attack.-
"You and Kandi both actually, because as it's been explained to me by you, apparently Kandi can't take men on in the ring or something. Apparently she admits her inability to beat anyone outside her sex and that is one fucking step backwards for the plethora of female wrestlers I've come across in my days. The Riona Langleys who fought tooth and nail, barbed wire and rail road spike, just to be acknowledged as an equal, Lisa Seldon who single handedly crippled en entire company of male wrestlers with her hard work, undefeated by the masculine short sited fools she piledrived into the canvas on a day to day basis. Teresa Quranta, another woman by the way, was the only person who was able to step in and dethroned her. Jaci Sovereign, Violet Harper, Estelle, Stevie Swing, Parker, the RazorDollz, Anna Mathews, women, all women who could beat down and defeat c*nts like you, Drake, on their worst of days."
"So Kandi, if I could be so crude, your vagina is no excuse to be a god damn pussy."
-A Cheshire smirk plants it's self firmly on the exposed mouth of the companies 'most prized wrestler.'-
"Are you embarrassed yet Drake? Perhaps I should point out your constant contradictions. Tell everyone that I instill no fear, but stand in bravado and claim you'll make sure I never do it, 'again'. Call me the companies most prized wrestler and then an enhancement talent. Call out my lack of research, but no nothing of my past, exclaiming I've beaten nobodies in the ring. "
"Good god Drake, are you even trying?"
"Tonight, I want you to bring that ogre mentality, and try and make me a tooth pick, try it."
"I god damn dare you."
"Rejoice Mother Fucker."
-Virgil tosses down his microphone to a loud thump as 'Yonkers' Stars blaring over the sound system. He heads immediately to the gorrilla postiton.-
Drake Knight vs Virgil Keenan
We see from the arena POV now as Yonkers continues playing, and Virgil Keenan appears on the stage, to a mixed reaction from the fans. He runs a few steps forward and hops up and down a few times, looking the crowd over, a grin on his face. Virgil heads down the ramp, hopping onto the apron and getting into the ring quickly. He holds an arm up as he moves around a little bit and gets the crowd pumped up.
After he does this for a while, "Fuck You" by DamagePlan hits. Drake Knight appears on the ramp, and he looks angry. He stares down the ramp at Virgil, who beckons for him to come to the ring. He does so, running, and he slides into the ring, then starts throwing some hard right hands, but Higgins pushes him back into his corner. Eddie Higgins calls for the bell, and Virgil charges, actually pushing with enough force to force Knight into the corner, and he just unloads right hands to the face of Knight. Higgins fights for quite some time to get in between them, which is odd, considering he usually doesn't bother with that and would just as quickly toss the match in the trash.
Virgil backs off, holding his arms up as to say he's surrendering to Higgins, and when Higgins backs out of the way, Virgil is right back in the corner, swinging away at Knight. Higgins shakes his head as he is forced to tell Virgil that if this continues, he'll have to disqualify him. Virgil backs off again, and Knight is finally able to come out of the corner. Virgil runs to the ropes and comes back, being greeted with a shoulder block, which gives us Knight's first offense of the match. He picks Virgil up, and whips him into the corner, then runs and kicks him hard in the face with his giant boot. The crowd is suddenly loud with boos, which isn't surprising in the slightest. Knight stomps on Virgil a few times after he hits the mat, and he picks Virgil up, looking around at the crowd before hitting him viciously with an Uppercut. He goes to pick Virgil up yet again, but Virgil kicks him hard with a quick leg, which downs the unsuspecting Knight.
Gould: Both of these men are going hard tonight, Jim. This match is intense, and it took absolutely no time to get that way!
Torres: Well Knight just seems to be doing what he does, but Virgil seems to think this is what he needs to do. He thinks he needs to beat the life out of Knight, and he isn't exactly wrong in feeling that way.
Both men are back on their feet, and they lock up. Knight obviously wins this strength battle, but he isn't just able to whip Virgil around. Virgil does put up a fight when he is whipped to the ropes, and he hangs on to the ropes, not bouncing right back into Knight's grasp. Knight comes over to Virgil, and is met with a kick to the ribs. Virgil then kicks him hard a few times in the chest, which finally grounds the big man. He grabs Knight's arm and starts to twist it as much as he possibly can, which causes the giant opponent to start wailing in pain. Knight then is able to swing a long arm and hit Virgil square in the chest, which knocks the wind out of him and forces him to break the hold. Knight powers to his feet now, as Virgil gets back to his feet as well. Virgil charges at Knight, but is met with a boot to the face which just completely flattens him. Knight looks around at the fans, just shaking off the boos as he lifts Virgil up, putting Virgil's head between his legs and lifting him high in the air, walking around with ease, and slamming Virgil hard onto the mat with a Powerbomb. He then covers.
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Drake looks shocked, not at the kickout itself, but at how early in the count it was, and all the fans seem to be kind of surprised by it too. He gets to his feet and yanks Virgil up, whipping him into the ropes, and hitting him hard with a Clothesline as he comes back. He then picks him up and throws some huge right hands, forcing Virgil back into the corner. He takes some steps back and sprints forward, hitting Virgil with a big boot, and standing over the fallen foe again, looking very proud of himself. He picks Virgil up again, wrapping his arms around him and looks to be seeking a bear hug. Virgil is back to his senses quickly enough though that he is able to throw some headbutts at Knight, forcing him to let go. He then runs to the ropes and comes back, sending Knight to the mat with a Crossbody. He gets right back up to his feet and runs to the corner. He turns to face Knight as he pulls himself to the top. When Knight gets to his feet, Virgil rockets himself off of the turnbuckle and kicks him hard in the chest with a missile Dropkick, which sends the fans into a frenzy.
Gould: Wow, what a Dropkick by Virgil Keenan right there!
Virgil gets to his feet and grabs Knight's legs, as though he's looking to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf. He starts to pull the legs, but Knight still has a lot of fight in him and kicks Virgil hard in the chest, forcing him right onto his back on the mat. Virgil gets back up, as does Knight, and we see the two stare each other down again. Virgil runs at Drake and is able to connect with a Tornado DDT, hopping right back to his feet, and Knight isn't kept on the mat for long either. As Virgil turns to give Knight a hard right hand, Knight reaches his arm out in the nick of time and grabs Virgil's, turning it into an Arm Drag, which he is then able to use to his advantage and throw a hard kick right into Virgil's spine. He does so several times, causing Virgil to arch his back in pain more and more after every kick. This is then turned into Knight dropping to a knee and digging his knee into the spine of Virgil, pulling his arms back to apply even more pressure. Higgins gets down to see if Virgil wants to give up, and Virgil keeps shaking his head each time it's asked of him.
Knight applies more and more pressure, and somehow, by some miracle of strength, Virgil is able to turn himself onto a knee, while making this hold a little more awkward and painful for himself, but only for a couple of seconds until he is able to drive his head right into the gut of Knight. Knight instantly lets go of the hold, and Virgil then drops to his knees as he tries to relieve some of the stress on his back. He reaches back to try to rub the spine a little, but it doesn't work, because Knight is right back on the offensive, kicking Virgil in the ribs a couple times to put him on his back. He then throws a harsh stomp right to the chest of Virgil, which causes everyone to gasp and worry about him, because you can just hear the impact of the stomps. He picks Virgil up, and this time he successfully locks in his bearhug. The energy is slowly draining out of Virgil, and he starts to go limp.
Torres: There it is, pretty sure Virgil is fast asleep in there.
As is procedure, Higgins lifts the arm of Virgil, and it drops. Count of one. He does so again. Count of two. He drops it a third, but it doesn't go all the way, and Virgil still shows some life. After a couple of seconds, Virgil boxes the ears of Knight. Knight still doesn't let go, so Virgil does it again, and then he does it a third time. This time Knight does drop Virgil, who goes limp to the mat right away, but Knight isn't so quick to attack this time, trying to get his ears to stop ringing. Virgil gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes to catch some breath. Knight runs at him to hit him, but he ducks and pulls the bottom rope down, causing Knight to fall out onto the floor outside. Knight gets to his feet, quickly, angry from that shot, and before he can react, Virgil dives to the outside and they both hit the floor hard. Virgil gets back up, and Knight pulls himself up using the guard rail. Virgil runs and hits Knight in the head with a drop kick, which surprisingly doesn't send Knight into the crowd. He then grabs Knight by the hair and rolls him into the ring, climbing up onto the apron, springboarding, and with the perfect timing, is able to grab Knight by the trunks as he is getting up, and roll him up for an attempt.
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Virgil sits on his knees, shocked at the kickout, as is everyone else. He gets to his feet and grabs Knight, dragging him to the corner and slamming his face into the turnbuckle. He does this repeatedly, then he finally spins Knight to face him, knees him in the ribs, then backs up and hits him with a Scissors Kick to put him flat on his face. Virgil looks around at the fans, who continue to cheer him on, and he goes over to the legs of the downed Knight. He wastes absolutely no time and locks in his Texas Cloverleaf, and it looks great for him. Knight grasps for the rope, which is literally just out of his reach, and tries to move forward on his arms. Virgil pulls with all of his might to prevent that, which works for quite a while. Somehow, Knight is just able to eat the pain this is causing him though, and he toughs it out, and is able to eventually move on his arms and grab the rope, and Higgins goes to Virgil to tell him he only has a few seconds to let go because Knight has the rope. Virgil lets go, and he turns to face Knight, who is in fact, using the rope to support himself as he tries getting to his feet. It looks like the big damage might be done though, as the giant has some trouble getting to his feet.
Gould: Uh oh, it looks like Knight is having some issues getting up.
Virgil looks ready to finish this match off though, and he goes over to Knight, who reaches up and hits him hard in the gut. He does so again, and again, until both him and Virgil are on their knees. They exchange right hands now, and the crowd cheers after each blow that Virgil delivers, and they boo after each blow that Knight delivers. This goes on for several seconds before Knight unleashes a huge right hand that just flattens Virgil, and Knight also falls flat onto his back, both men just absolutely worn out from the intense battle going on in the ring. The count is to five before either man moves at all, and it gets to seven before one is up. Knight is to his feet first, somehow, and he leans on the turnbuckle, while Virgil is still getting to his feet slowly. Virgil is up now, and the two slowly move in to the center of the ring, and Virgil kicks Knight hard, then plants him with a huge DDT, putting Knight on his back in the center of the ring. He rolls Knight over and locks in his Texas Cloverleaf again, this time leaning back and adding all the pressure he possibly can.
Knight though, in a real show of strength, is able to crawl and not get a hand on the rope, but hold onto the apron. This, in fact, is a situation for a rope break, as his hands break the plane of the rope. Higgins tells Virgil this repeatedly, but something snapped in the man, and he just won't let go. Higgins gives him his five count, and he just applies more pressure. After a few more seconds, since he has yet to let go, Higgins calls for the bell. Virgil lets go, clearly thinking he just showed everyone who the man is.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, by disqualification... Drake Knight!
Virgil stops dead in his tracks, and the crowd also erupts in boos. Nobody is happy with Higgins' decision, but you can't fault him for doing his job. Virgil shakes his head and looks at Knight, who is to his feet with a wicked grin on his face, acting as though he destroyed Virgil or something.
Gould: And Drake Knight only won this match by the skin of his teeth. Virgil is livid.
Torres: Well he brought it on himself, Higgins tried to tell him several times that Knight was breaking the plane of the ropes.
Virgil runs for Knight, who is quick to roll out of the ring and head up the ramp as "Fuck You" by Damage Plan plays, and we cut to commercial.
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Lance Carter vs Diego Martinez
We return from commercial and Diego Martinez and Marco Uribe are already to the ring. They are talking to each other as the lights cut out and red light flashes around the arena. A siren is heard blaring throughout as the crowd gets to their feet, and the lights come back on as the Miami Vice theme song hits. The crowd erupts loudly as the Tag Team Champions make their way to the ring, smiles on both of their faces.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring, Diego Martinez! And his opponent, from Miami, Florida... He is one half of the Tag Team Champions... Lance Carter!
Carter hands Sharpe his belt and slides into the ring solo, holding his arms up high as the fans get louder and louder as he holds his arms up. Diego gets impatient though, and starts his way to the middle of the ring, being stopped by Eddie Higgins. He backs off, and Carter gets himself set, as the bell rings and the match begins. Diego starts off strong, sending Carter to the mat with an Arm Drag, and they get right back up and Carter sends Diego to the mat this time with a hip toss. The fans seem somewhat bored by the technical display brought on by these two though for the first several seconds of the match.
Gould: Nice match that these two have been putting on so far here tonight, a great display of technical ability from both competitors.
Torres: Technical wrestling is boring though, these people bought tickets to see flash and pizazz.
Carter lifts Diego off the mat after a nice scoop slam, whipping him into the ropes, and Diego ducks an attempted Clothesline, runs the ropes, slides under Carter, and hops to his feet. As Carter turns around, he is greeted with a kick to the stomach, followed by a pumphandle drop. Diego gets up and pounds his chest a few times, signifying that he came for one huge battle, and he turns to see Carter getting up. He walks toward Carter, and Carter is able to shove him back, and when he comes at Carter again, this time he is met with a right hand to the temple, which drops him like a rock. Carter looks around at the fans who start to cheer as they see him take the upper hand as he grabs one of Diego's arms and pulls it behind his back, then pulls it upwards, applying a lot of pressure to Diego's shoulder. Diego leans to his front in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure, but Carter just keeps going with it. In a last ditch effort to keep his hopes alive, Diego jumps up in the air, toward his back, and wraps his legs around Carter's neck, in an attempt to roll Carter up to try getting a cover, but Carter rolls through and instead has Diego in a rollup situation.
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The fans are alive now as Carter gets to his feet, whipping Diego into the ropes. Diego comes back with a Crossbody that takes Carter to the mat, and when Diego gets up, he sees two men walking down the ramp that he doesn't recognize.
Gould: Jim, do you see that? Who's coming here... that's Leon Corella!
Torres: It sure is, and to be exact, that is Leon Corella and Robert Spade, the newest signings in NAW. They're a new tag team called AssKick Nation, or AKN for short. I hear they really wanna shake things up in the tag division, and I would love to see what they plan on doing for us.
The two men continue to walk down the ramp as both Marco Uribe and Hank Sharpe come toward them. The four men start brawling outside, and Carter takes advantage of Diego's confusion with a rollup from behind!
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Carter hurries to his feet and holds his arms high. No music plays though, as all the attention is on the brawl outside, and AssKick Nation are really bringing it to these guys. Leon throws a couple right hands to Marco and eventually throws him over the guardrail into the crowd, and he turns to his partner who just sent Sharpe face first into the ring post. Diego and Carter both go to check on their partners as Leon grabs a microphone and they take to the ring. But before Leon can get a word in, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush plays loudly over the system. Alex Morgan appears after a couple of seconds, and he stands on top of the stage, as several guards come out as well.
Morgan: Well, well, well. I give you guys access to the arena so you can take a look around at what we have to offer to our guys backstage, and you decide to ruin a perfectly good match. I know you wanted to shake things up a bit, but this is a bit too far. If you don't mind, I would appreciate if you left now, because I have number one contenders to announce.
Leon: Well actually, if you don't mind, I think we just showed you why we should be right up at the top of that ladder. This tag division isn't so hot, and I think we're quite the improvement on it.
Morgan: Alright, here's what I'll do for you then. If you think you're so great, I won't name a tag team contender yet. I'll let your actions take care of it for you. At the next edition of Meltdown, you two will take on our very own V-List. And if you perform well, I will definitely consider you for the titles. I might even put both teams on the card for that title match at Spring Breakdown, who knows! I like to make things interesting, so there you go. Now do you mind leaving my ring?
Leon and Spade look at each other before both agreeing quickly and opting to leave. Morgan nods to them as they pass him on the entrance ramp. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring, and the crowd gets silent for him.
Morgan: Now that I've got things back on track, I have two more contenders to announce for Spring Breakdown. I have noticed a lot of people showing me a lot more than I am accustomed to seeing from our talent, which is great. I love to see improvement, and we've seen a lot of it over the past number of weeks. The next announcement I would like to make is regarding the Television Championship.
You see, from its creation and debut here, it has been soiled in controversy already, considering a few things. And I would like to offer Ms. Kandi Washington a rematch for the championship, but I just cannot bring myself to do that. What I can bring myself to do however is let her bodyguard perform in her stead. So at Spring Breakdown, we will see Cthulhuson defend his championship against Drake Knight!
The crowd erupts. Knight just showed why he is worthy of something like that tonight, and Cthulhuson is looking to redeem. Morgan smiles and nods as the crowd is still in mid pop, but they begin to slow down, so he puts the microphone back up to his lips.
Morgan: And this leaves our NAW Championship, held by Gunner Hughes for quite some time now. And Gunner has defended this championship through thick and thin, and is definitely showing why he is a great champion. For that, I applaud him. He is one great wrestler, and he embodies my vision when I started this company.
But I digress, we do need to find him a proper challenger. We have, like I said, seen many of our superstars state their obvious case for why they deserve to challenge for it, but I want to see somebody who shows heart, above all else, and as much as it may pain most to hear it, as I know he isn't the most liked superstar on the roster, I have to award this opportunity to Virgil Keenan!
Virgil showed the heart and determination to win that I am talking about in his match earlier tonight. Sure, he didn't follow the rules, and sure, it cost him the match. But sometimes, the only right way to go is against the grain, and to break a few rules, and it will pay off for you in the long run. This is exactly the case here, as I award this to Mr. Keenan.
The crowd is mixed, but most of the fans like the choice. Many people agree that he definitely deserves it, as his performances always have brought his opponent to the next level that they normally just couldn't perform against. They slow down their cheers so he can continue.
Morgan: I would also like to bring back a tradition that I was hoping to start so long ago, but never did. I will begin the tradition now, where the champion is the one to decide the stipulation for their championship match. But if the champion decides they don't want to choose, that choice goes to the challenger!
The crowd erupts at the thought of the champions choosing their stipulations, and he nods again, proud of himself for this decision.
Morgan: Again, thank you all for being here, and i hope you had a wonderful evening!
He heads up the ramp as we cut to commercial.
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V-List vs Dom Harter and Alex Castellanos
We come back from commercial and all four men are actually in the ring, but "Storytime" by Nightwish, is still fading out slowly, so we do know that the UWL Champions took to the ring first. Castellanos and Fraggle open the match with a lockup. Fraggle shoves Castellanos to the mat, and lands a few quick stomps before Castellanos is back to his feet. Fraggle whips Alex into the V-List corner, and Sideshow is able to get a knee to the ribs of Castellanos without it being noticed. Fraggle charges and spears Castellanos hard in the corner, then he holds himself there as he jams his shoulder into the midsection of Castellanos time and time again. He gets out of the corner and grabs Castellanos by the hair, then he drops his face onto his knee, as Castellanos lands hard on his back on the mat. Fraggle goes over and climbs onto the top turnbuckle, jumping off and landing a hard elbow drop into the chest of Castellanos. He gets up again quickly, and hurries over to tag in his partner.
Gould: Wow, Fraggle is showing everybody the determination that he has to be a champion here, and he's putting on an awesome show while he does it.
Sideshow grabs Castellanos by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He looks around, then he quickly slams his own head into the skull of Castellanos with a vicious headbutt, which actually puts both men onto the mat. Sideshow holds his head and shakes it a little bit to get himself back to normal, as Castellanos crawls around the ring aimlessly, seemingly lost as to how to get to his partner. Castellanos and Harter somehow manage to make a tag though, and when Sideshow is to his feet, he is met with a Forearm Smash from Harter, which puts him right back onto his butt. Harter unleashes some harsh stomps on Sideshow, who is crawling as quickly as possible to get to the ropes. He does so, and is able to pull himself up. Harter hits Sideshow then with a hard clothesline that puts both men outside onto the floor, but the it makes the crowd go nuts. Harter is to his feet quickly as he continues to beat down Sideshow, until after a few seconds, he misses a knee lift, and Sideshow grabs his leg and drops, pulling Harter forward as he lands on his face on the floor.
Torres: Wow, for still suffering from that bad concussion, Dante seems to be doing a great job in the ring.
Sideshow rolls Harter into the ring, and Harter's head still sticks out over the apron a little bit. Sideshow takes this opportunity and runs forward, slamming an elbow hard into Harter's face, which causes him to roll into the ring and flop around in severe pain for a few seconds while Sideshow climbs up onto the top rope quickly, diving off with a diving Knee Drop. The crowd continues to cheer as both men get to their feet and lock up. Harter wins this lockup, and forces Sideshow into the corner with Castellanos. Harter throws kick after vicious kick to Sideshow, then he quickly tags in Castellanos. Castellanos gets in and kicks Sideshow a few times as well, as Harter is told to get out of the ring. Castellanos grabs Sideshow and pulls him from the corner, lifting him and immediately dropping him with a vertical Suplex. He gets back up, and picks Sideshow up, this time sending him across the ring with a Belly to belly release suplex. He hurries over and as he gets to Sideshow, he is met with a kick to the forehead, which lays him out on the mat.
Sideshow is to his feet now and tags in Fraggle again, who hurries over and is able to plant Castellanos into the mat as he tries getting to his feet with a Bulldog. He gets right back up, holding his arms up and getting the fans behind him. He then looks over at Harter, grinning, and he says something, though it can only be heard by Harter. This causes Harter to charge into the ring, and Sideshow does as well. Now all four men are in the ring brawling, not really pairing off to fight, it's literally just four guys pounding each other's faces in.
Gould: Uh oh, is Higgins gonna have to throw this match?
Torres: He's talking to the timekeeper... He just announced that because of the situation, this is officially a tornado tag team rules match, tags no longer matter!
The four men are oblivious to the situation and the change, but it doesn't really matter anyway, as Sideshow and Harter are battling on the outside, throwing each other into stairs, the guardrails, ring posts, whatever they can send each other into really. The best part of the match is on the inside, where Castellanos and Fraggle are exchanging right hands repeatedly. Fraggle takes the advantage and sends Castellanos into the corner, he then runs to the corner, and sends Castellanos flying with a perfect monkey flip. He does a back roll onto his feet and looks around, looking to be ready to finish this match. He gets behind Castellanos, who is getting to his feet, and Fraggle connects with the Fraggle Rock Drop! He covers!
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THRE--NO! Harter saved the matchup with an elbow to force Fraggle off of Castellanos! Sideshow comes running back down as Castellanos crawls to his feet and grabs Fraggle by the hair, and they start exchanging blows. Fraggle sends both of them to the outside as he tries dumping Castellanos over the top rope, and while this is going on, Sideshow becomes sluggish, probably from the consussion. This is enough though for Harter to run the ropes, come back and take Sideshow out with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Fraggle and Castellanos fight on the outside, and Castellanos lifts Fraggle over his head, but Fraggle forces his weight back, and Castellanos and Fraggle crash through the commentary table. Harter is able to connect with his finisher in the ring while this happens, hitting what he calls "Goodnight to the World." He covers.
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Harter jumps to his feet and holds his arms high, the crowd erupting in boos. Fraggle is slowly stirring and getting up, seeing what just happened. He looks in the ring at Sideshow, who is rolling toward the ropes so he can support himself. Sideshow looks at Fraggle, knowing that he messed up, and he gets out of the ring.
Gould: There it is, ladies and gents, Dom Harter responsible for Castellanos and himself to keep the titles tonight!
Torres: Yes indeed. If it weren't for Harter, this match would have turned out different, too, I can almost guarantee it. Something was just up with Castellanos tonight.
Fraggle walks up the ramp, several steps behind Sideshow, both of them looking highly upset with this outcome. Sideshow actually sits on the stage and looks down at the celebration going on in the ring, and Fraggle looks down at him, mouths something, and walks back through the curtain as we cut to black and the show ends.