Post by Alice White on Apr 3, 2013 0:29:13 GMT -5
The show opens with the familiar tune of "Now We Run" by Steve Vai. We see the usual clips of Virgil Keenan, Gunner Hughes, and several other NAW superstars in the video montage up until we cut into the arena, and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for the NAW as usual. We cut around the arena to all the different signs they have with them. A small pyro display goes off, though as we've begun getting used to, it's not all that spectacular.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! We've got some huge news for tonight regarding the lawsuit between Alex Morgan and Kandi Washington, and some great matches lined up
Torres: That's right! And we've got all your favorite superstars here, including Jean-Paul, Virgil Keenan, and Patrick Sparkman!
Suddenly, "Now We Run" cuts as the heavy guitar riff of “Lesson in Violence” by Exodus begins playing over the loudspeaker. Red strobes face towards the entrance to the arena as the Madman, Joe Martinez, steps out fully dressed in his ring attire. Fans of his roar and raise their arms in a variety of symbols to welcome the Madman, while others who aren't so fond of the Madman boo and jeer. The Madman waves at the crowd as he stomps his way down to the ring. He slaps a few hands and points his finger accusingly at a few detractors.
The Madman makes his way over to the announcer table and motions for a microphone. After being questioned, he snatches a microphone away and nods apologetically before he rolls into the ring. He motions for the music to be cut off.
“Now later on tonight I’m scheduled to fight some jittery ninny who is under the delusion that he’s capable of taking on the Madman. However I’m not here to address this upcoming match as I've already done that, and soon it’ll be time to let my fists do all the talking.”
The Madman scans the crowd, gesturing as he speaks.
“Now ladies and gentleman, what I am here to do is to get what’s mine. You see, I, the Madman have been reading and listening to what the fans have been saying. I understand now that I had fans from my previous exploits which I was not even aware of. These fans of mine are aware of what I would lightly call my sordid past. If there’s one thing they've been clamoring for, it’s a chance to see the Madman do what he does best.”
Those familiar with Joe’s background begin to erupt in cheering.
“Now Alex, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to call you out. See, when I signed to the N.A.W. I was advised that there would be a certain stipulation, one which would allow me to compete in my natural element. These rules of the ring are all nice but I think it’s time the fans see me really soar here in North Atlantic Wrestling. Now I'm not going to resort to lazy threats of litigation like the harpy queen and her entourage of blockhead and sea hag. No, see I've got more 'class' than that. We made a deal and I think it's about high time that dues be paid.”
Joe let’s some of the cheering die down before he continues.
“Alex, I ain't gonna ask because I've already been told yes .What I’m gonna do now is demand. The loyal fans have spoken and the Madman agrees. It’s time to hold a good old fashioned hardcore match!”
Once again fans of the Madman begin cheering. Others begin to join in this time, awaiting such a spectacle.
“That’s right, Alex. A no holds barred, falls count any where, weapons welcome, fight ‘til ya drop hardcore match. At Spring Breakdown, there’s goin’ to be a need to sate the appetites of the crowd. They’re hungry for violence and I got more than enough to spare. They’re thirsty for blood and I think it’s a fair bet to say I can draw it. Now Alex, you wouldn't want to deny your loyal viewers the chance to see such a thing would ya?”
The Madman sheepishly shrugs, awaiting a reply as we finally hear "Tom Sawyer" hit the system. The fans start to cheer slightly and Morgan appears on the stage after a few seconds. He smiles as the crowd quiets and his music cuts out.
"Alright Madman, I'm not a big fan of guys just coming out and making demands. And yes, I'm fully aware that you've been told yes to this. I was the one who approved of it. You want a hardcore match at Spring Breakdown? I'll be more than happy to do that for you. The catch is that I will be the one picking your opponent for this match. I'm not sure who it is quite yet, but I do have a few ideas. Sound good? Because it sounds great to me. But until then, you have another match to fight, so let's focus on one at a time, shall we?"
Morgan smiles as he disappears behind the curtain and we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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Commercial
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Joe Martinez vs Jean-Paul
We come back from the commercial and the Madman is making a mockery out of the strategist, sending him all over the ring like a rag doll. We actually returned right in the middle of an extremely harsh Scoop Slam that has Jean-Paul arching his back more than most people have seen in their lives. Martinez makes a cover.
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Kickout!
Martinez picks Jean-Paul up and whips him into the ropes, and as Jean-Paul comes back, he hits him hard with a Clothesline that makes the entire ring shake a little bit. Martinez hops right back up, letting out a fierce battle cry, but the fans are loving it. Martinez pounds his chest a few times, and as Jean-Paul gets to his feet, he is hit with a boot to the face. Martinez almost realizes how easy this match has become, and picks Jean-Paul up, but he is pushed back, and Jean-Paul makes a quick tackle takedown to attempt to turn the tables. He lays a few right hands onto the face of Martinez, and is eventually told to get off and give Martinez some room after Martinez is able to crawl toward a rope and grab it. Things don't bode well for Jean-Paul though, as now Martinez is able to connect a vertical Suplex. The Madman is somehow able in one fluid motion to turn this into a Crossface, and he locks in the grinning Crippler! And jean-Paul taps!
Gould: Holy quick match Batman!
Torres: Wow, that was incredibly boring and one-sided... Wonder what's wrong with Jean-Paul.
Madman holds his arm high as we cut to the back.
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We open backstage where we find the blond ponytailed, square jawed and massive, muscular "Ice Queen" Ice standing before the camera in full ring regalia before the camera. Her eyes nearly burn holes in the camera with the intense scowl she wears on her face. She points a finger at the camera and just as she opens her mouth to speak, the heel of a boot collides with her chin via an impressive super kick! Ice goes straight to the floor from the massive kick. Stepping into frame is an intimidating, studded leather clad woman with an even more ripped and defined physique, her shoulder length blond hair framing her face. She dips forward, grabbing Ice by the throat and lifting her with surprising ease to a spaghetti legged stand. Yes, this is Ice's opponent... Ursula Von Rossbach.
UVR: There can only be one dominant woman in North Atlantic Wrestling... and you're... not... it.
Without further word or warning, Ursula hurls Ice full body into the wall by her throat, a loud crack heard as the back of her skull connects with solid brick. Pulling her back, Ursula does it once more with even more force. On the second impact, Ice's eyes go wide and then roll up in the back of her head. UVR releases her, a small streak of blood left in Ice's wake as she slides down the wall and crumples to the floor. With a slow and steady turn, Ursula swivels her head to bring those menacing ice blue eyes to bare on the camera.
UVR: ....I want everyone in the locker room to pay very close attention...
Turning she rolls Ice onto her stomach, a thick, coagulated mass of sticky blood coating the back of her head. UVR squats down over her, pulls out a small vial of smelling salts, hooks an arm around ICE's neck for safety's sake and holds the salts up to her nose. In seconds, she's brought back into the realm of consciousness, a groggy moan escaping her lips as her skull pounds in pure agony.
Tossing the vial, Ursula wastes no time and grabs Ice's arm. Maintaining the one arm neck lock, she bends Ice's arm into a modified single hand short arm bar, feeding her other hand through to synch the neck lock into a full on choke hold. With a roar, Ursula then bends back, torsioning Ice into a brutally painful angle at the hips. Ice's screams of agony come out as gurgled chokes as Ursula wrenches her upper body left and right. The woman reaches out with her free hand for something, anything, anyone, but nothing is within arms reach! We hear a soft pop as the shoulder seperates from it's socket and that's when Ursula bends back as far as she can, her legs straining with effort. Ice's eyes quickly become blood shot, her face turning purple in a matter of seconds! The Ice Queen mercifully passes out in the hold...
Security rushes into the scene but it's too little too late, as Ursula releases the hold, falling back and rolling to her feet. The hardened team of ex wrestlers and bouncers push Ursula back as EMT's check on the unconscious Ice. One man's eyes go wide.
EMT: Get a cart... She's got a possibly fractured Skull, her shoulder is completely dislocated, her hips look displaced, and I think her back is broken...
Ursula shoots a cold, unnerving smile at the camera and backs away...
UVR: ...This is what awaits you when you step in the ring against Ursula "The Great".....
The crash cart rolls in just as we cut back to ringside.
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We cut to the commentary table, both of them looking shocked at what has just transpired.
Gould: Wow, ladies and gentlemen... That was the debut of Ursula von Rossbach, who looked to be Ice's only absolute equal in the women's department, and I think she just ended a career back there.
Torres: That was definitely a violent display, but I always think that it needs to be prepared for, because this kind of thing happens all the time. Not to mention, I think we hold the record for backstage attacks, happens way too often.
Gould: Yeah... Guys, we have a few words from Virgil Keenan now, from not so long ago tonight, while this gets sorted out.
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The scene opens to Trent Brown getting ready for his match with Scotty Blazer. He's just got the tape on his wrists when there's a knock on the door.
Trent: Door's open.
In walks Katherine Brock who's wearing a hot but conservative black lather and lace knee length dress, sliver glittery sandal style heels and her long hair is down and in spiral style curls. Her brown eyes are shadowed with a light shimmery eye shadow and her lips are painted a red that compliments her fair skin. Trent looks at her and almost walks into the wall.
Trent: Wow you look great. I'm just going to come out and say it you look hot.
Katherine's fair cheeks turn a slight pink as she blushes . After she clams down she talks.
Katherine:I came to help you get ready for you're match. Last week I said I would since you helped me.
Trent gives a slight laugh as he smiles before speaking.
Trent: Well you're a bit late love as I got it all done meslf. However me neck's a bit stiff.
Trent's milking this for all he can as he just wants her to give him a neck rub. She smiles as she walks over behind him and speaks.
Katherine: I'm wondering if you're neck really hurts but ok I'll help you out.
As she rubs Trent's neck her sweet perfume fills the air and puts a smile on Trent's face. After awhile she stops rubbing his neck and he speaks.
Trent: With you dressed like that and giving me a neck rub I almost don't want to leave this locker room.
Again She blushes at Trent's comments before she speaks.
Katherine: Come on now you know you can't resist competition .
Trent gets up , pulls her in to his arms and with a smirk talks.
Trent: What I can't resist is you love.
The two share a passion filled kiss. Afterwards Trent again smirks as he speaks.
Trent: Your right we better get out there. As much as I like this I do want to win this match. Don't to lose me undefeated streak.
Katherine grins as she nodes her head.
Katherine: I knew you'd say that . Let's go so you can kick this guy's butt.
Now Trent grins as the two walk off towards the ring for Trent's match as the scene cuts.
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Commercial Break
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Trent Brown vs Scotty Blazer
The fans are cheering loudly as the slow opening to "Holding Out for a Hero" is heard through the arena. The fans are really starting to get used to the 80's ballad feel though, as "Mister Terrific" Scotty Blazer comes out through the curtain just when the chorus hits. He holds his arms up, almost jumping up and down in tune with the music.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Colorado.... "Mister Terrific".... Scotty Blaaaazzeerrrrrr!
The crowd cheers as Blazer comes down the ramp, a stride in his step as he high fives the fans on his way down. He rolls into the ring, hopping right back up to his feet, the crowd cheering him on more and more as he keeps them going with some hand gestures. He smiles, backing into his corner as his music cuts. Then cues up "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica, which is receptive of a lot of jeers and heat from the audience. Trent Brown appears on the stage after a few seconds, just looking out at the crowd, and shaking his head.
Rebecca: And his opponent... From Dublin, Ireland.... Trent Brown!
Trent hurries his way down the ramp, sliding into the ring and staring down Blazer, who is ready for this match most definitely. The two are separated and the bell rings. As is the norm, Scotty reaches out to shake Trent's hand, who slaps it away and starts to go all out with hard right hands to the face of Blazer. Blazer ducks under one, kicking Trent in the ribs and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Trent comes back and Scotty ducks a Clothesline, then Trent ducks a Clothesline, and coming back the third time Trent dives and hits Scotty with a diving shoulder block. The two get up and lock up, Scotty forcing Trent into the corner. He hits Trent with a few jabs to the body, then whips him to the opposite ropes. He runs and goes for a stinger splash, but Trent is out of the way, and Scotty eats some turnbuckle instead.
Torres: Oh man, Scotty just got a face full of ring post!
Gould: This could be a big opening for Trent Brown right here.
Trent grabs Scotty and pulls him to the middle of the ring, draping Scotty's arm over the back of his neck and lifting him, dropping him quickly with a Vertical Suplex. He rolls and covers Scotty quickly.
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Kickout!
Gould: And Blazer gets a kickout almost right away there!
Trent gets to his feet, grabbing Scotty and whipping him into the ropes. Scotty comes back and eats a monster Clothesline from Trent. Trent then drops down to one knee and lays into Scotty, throwing right after right to his face. He picks Scotty up again, immediately lifting him and slamming him to the mat with a scoop slam. He backs into the ropes, coming back as he hops quickly and drops a leg onto the throat of Scotty. He gets back up and smiles, getting a lot of boos from the angry crowd. Trent just shakes his head as he walks over to Scotty. He grabs him by the hair, and Scotty shoves him back. Trent comes back to him in anger, but Scotty is able to kick him in the ribs, which causes Trent to double over, and then Scotty punts him in the head, sending him straight to the mat, turning the crowd attitude around. Scotty gets a good angle on Trent, and as Trent starts to get up, Scotty wraps himself around an arm and yanks himself back to the mat, locking his trademark armbreaker, the Negative Zone!
Gould: This could do it! Either Trent is gonna tap right now, or Scotty is gonna rip his arm off!
Torres: Well that sounds violent, whatever happened to being nice and all that garbage?
Trent is flopping around in all possible ways in an attempt to get out of the hold, but nothing seems to be working. He even goes so far as trying to club Scotty off of him a few times, but it doesn't work. Through all the squirming and flopping though, Trent somehow managed to get himself near a rope, and he is able to reach over and grab onto the bottom rope. Scotty, being Scotty, breaks the hold right away and gets to his feet, resting and collecting himself for a few seconds before Trent gets to his feet. He heads over to Trent, who is able to hit him hard with a right hand to the head, knocking Scotty back a couple of steps. Scotty comes back at Trent, who responds by kicking him hard with a Big Boot, which flattens Scotty to the mat hard. We get a quick cover from Trent now.
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Kickout!
Trent picks Scotty up, whipping him into the ropes and hitting him hard with an elbow to the chin, absolutely levelling him. He smiles down at Katherine Brock, who is sitting at ringside, and he looks at the fans who continue to boo him. He waves them off and looks at Scotty, who is slowly beginning to come to. He smiles as this match goes right where he wants it to. He sneaks behind Scotty and connects with Raw Power, and as Scotty bounces up, not knowing what just hit him, he is hit with Trent's Lights Out kick, and Trent covers him, hooking a leg and smiling the whole time.
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THREE!
His music hits as Trent gets to his feet and holds his arms high to a chorus of boos from the fans as Katherine gets into the ring and they kiss while we cut to the back.
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We suddenly cut to Virgil Keenan standing cross armed in front of a NAW logo. Curiously his attire is blue and black today, NAW colors. Next to him is the resident reporter Barry Lincoln. He seems a td nervous because this might just be the first time these two have met. A clearing of his throat Barry speaks up.
Barry: Earlier this week Leon Corella replied to you and in that reply, asked for a title shot against your newly won American heavyweight championship. You have yet to answer that challenge and your match is no more than half an hour away. Do you finally have a response?
Virgil grins and hands out his hand. Barry looks confused as Virgil isn't even looking at him, instead at the camera. Slowly Barry hands him the microphone and we're off to the races.
Virgil Keenan: Where do you get off feeling so entitled?
Leon, let's be honest, you threw a few guys out, you flipped a guy here and there, you were even in the final three. Congratulations, In the last few months Leon Corella, you have accomplished the overwhelming task of looking pretty good in a battle royal..
That's where the backhanded praise ends because that's it, that's all, that's all you've done. If you were looking for something to stand on Leon, if you were trying to glimpse into the world of competence, if you wanted something compelling to prove you're worth a title shot, you failed. I figure you're aware of that though, because Instead of you latching onto how you've earned a shot, you latched onto my pride.
You attempted to unsettle me from my step, you tried to stir my competitive spirit, you relied on me being a better man than you could ever be, for a title shot. Something in that bellows coward loud and strong. Louder still however, is the wretched screech of failure defacing your promos. See even with this convenient arrival of heart during your most recent booking, you failed again. You told us all that you could have won that match, you just didn't...."
And what stopped you exactly Leon?
Oh right, it was me.
You tried to cover it up in a nice make-up, but at the end of the day a pile of shit is still a pile of shit and you still lost to me, with all that heart spurting out. You've given no proof to me that you can even beat me in a normal one on one match-up and you're asking for title belts? You tidy yourself up, brush off the dirt and tell everyone you're cool now, expecting a pat on the back and a cookie? That doesn't fly.
Not even a little bit.
Especially considering the things you said to Pat Gordon. If you've forgotten you said that no one ever handed you a chance, a title belt, a championship. Why all the sudden are you asking for one now? You suddenly don't wanna work for anything? You think you've reached the point in your career where your namesake will carry you through the day? Did you somehow think that's how things work around here? Sure, go ahead, rest your weary head and slumber while The Alternative throws around title shots hoping some guppy latches on and maybe, possibly, decides he'll work a day in his life. I'm used to it. You're not the first person to conveniently find a purpose when up against me, I'll gamble you won't be the last.
When I made my debut I promised everyone of you sick sloppy twits would rise up and better themselves in envy of my talent. I haven't been Champion half a month and here I am, making the lost wrestler of yester year come out of his shell spitting and sputtering flames of passion. I awoke the man inside and I'm still not budging the slightest in my confidence and stance. I'm not afraid of a man who's bark is far worse than his bite, I'm not hiding from an individual with a fickle sense of self worth. Leon Corella of any time, any situation, is still a man lower than me.
But I'm afraid I'm dodging the point. The question is, do I accept right?
Barry nods his head.
Well of course I accept, I accepted before you even challenged.
*the fans in the arena explode in a cheer!*
To clarify, the day I won this belt me and Kevin Hill had a conversation, I asked him curiously if I could place my belt up against Leon Corella, I wanted to know if my first defense could be on Meltdown Television. I could be a fighting champion, I could prestige, and I could bring NAW attention, I could show off to everyone just how great I am, defeating a man everyone seems to almost sarcastically support. It wouldn't be the best start, but it's the action more so than the result right?
But then he told me no.
*The Cheering turned to harsh Jeering!*
Not to blue ball you or anything Leon but the fact of the matter is this, the belt won't be on the line. Don't look to me, don't spin around shrugging that you'd knew this would happen like some pompous arrogant prick, because simply, and for no other reason, this belt won't be budging because Kevin Hill had some Rankings he wanted to fix. What a joke. See, he didn't have the time to do the paper work, he didn't want to put the effort of making a phone call, he didn't want to sign the contract, he didn't wanna do any of that.
Do you see how worthless you are now? You aren't even worth the basic day to day effort of making a phone call and signing a piece of paper.
But if it makes you feel better, if it makes it seem like your time isn't being wasted, then use your imagination. Pretend you're fighting me in the main event of some unknown PPV no one is going to watch, I dunno, Like Unsanctioned or something, and go from there.
It's not like you were actually going to win.
But hey, maybe, perhaps, if you do pretty good, maybe if you pose a small threat you can plead and beg and ask for charity some more, see how well it works for you.
Maybe you'll get a shot at Santa Clause at Fully Loaded.
Who knows, and really, who cares.
See you later.
Palm The camera, fade to black.
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Commercial Break
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The crowd is on their feet as "Yonkers" blasts over the system. The crowd gets a pretty mixed reaction as Virgil Keenan appears on the stage after a few seconds. He stands on the stage and looks around, then he heads down the ramp slowly, looking around as he does so, an arrogant smirk across his face as he starts to flash his newly won championship from Spring Stampede for the fans to see.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada.... Virgil.... KEEENNNNAAAANNNN!
Virgil slides into the ring and gets to his feet quickly, hopping around to get himself going and the adrenaline pumping, holding his American Championship high in the air. Just as he is to his corner, his music cuts to make way for "House of the Rising Sun" by Muse.
"THERE ISSSS.... A HOUUUSE... IN NEW ORLEEEEEEANS..... THEY CALLLLLLLLLL THE RIIIIIISIING SUUUUUUUN!"
Through the curtains and onto the entrance stage steps, Leon Corella, decked out in his usual ring regalia of Black tights with gold embroidery on the rear and thighs, matching wrestling boots with gold kickpads, heavy gold knee pads, black elbow pads, and a wrist and hand tape. His short blond hair neat, and parted, those trimmed sideburns lining either side of his face. He tilts his head back ever so slightly, that cleft chin held high. Corella stands on that ramp, a hulking, imposing presence as he glares straight at Keenan.
Rebecca: And his opponent... from Providence, Rhode Island.... Leonnnn Corelllllla!
Leon walks down the ramp slowly, staring Keenan down, as his opponent does the same thing back. Leon looks around quickly, giving the audience no more than a glance or two here or there. He gets to the ring and they keep staring each other down, and Leon hops up onto the apron of the ring with ease. He gets into the ring and paces the ring a little bit, as his music fades out. Eddie Higgins separates the two as the bell rings. They lock up, and Leon takes Virgil down quickly with a hip toss style takedown. Virgil gets back up and he ducks underneath a Clothesline from Leon. Leon turns back around and is met with a few kicks to his sides. He catches Virgil's leg, and Virgil goes to kick him with an Enziguiri, but Leon ducks that, and Virgil goes down to the mat again. Leon grabs Virgil and goes to send him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but Virgil counters and whips Leon into the ropes himself. He drops down and Leon runs over him, and Virgil hops back up quickly and hits Leon with a Dropkick. He covers, but it doesn't even garner a one count before Leon has a shoulder in the air. They both hurry back to their feet and Leon clobbers Virgil with a Clothesline.
Gould: The intensity in this match is absolutely stunning, these men are going to rip each other to pieces!
Virgil gets to his feet, but Leon has him right where he wants him. He grabs Virgil as he slowly gets up, and throws a few right hands to keep him at bay, and on one knee. He goes to throw another, but Virgil holds an arm up to block it, and instead starts throwing some swings of his own. He gets up and whips a somewhat dazed Leon into the ropes, hitting him with a Dropkick on the return. Virgil gets up and Leon does as well, Virgil hitting Leon with a spinning wheel kick. Virgil covers quickly.
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Kickout by Leon!
Gould: And Leon with an early kickout!
Torres: Leon's a beast. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually pulled what some are calling an upset...somehow...
They get up again and Leon whips Virgil into the ropes, and as Virgil comes back, he is met with a shoulder block. He hurries to his feet, and Virgil gets up, facing away from Leon. Leon wastes no time connecting with a release German Suplex, and Virgil lands on his neck violently. Leon gets up and Virgil gets up, slower this time, and Leon hits a regular vertical suplex this time, with a loud impact. He picks Virgil right back up, lifting him up on his shoulder and carrying Virgil to the corner, dropping him face first onto the top turnbuckle with the Snake Eyes. Virgil thuds to the mat, and pulls himself up in the corner. Leon runs and hits a Stinger Splash on an unsuspecting Virgil, who staggers out of the corner, and Leon backs up, then hits Virgil with a running Big Boot. The crowd pops for the move and Leon covers quickly.
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T--Kickout just before the two!
Leon pulls Virgil up to his feet and sends him back to the mat with a Scoop Slam, then he does the same thing again. He stands for a second and drops an elbow into the chest of Virgil Keenan, then rolls over and starts planting some right hands to Virgil's face. Virgil is able to grab the bottom rope, somehow, and Leon is forced to let go. Virgil pulls himself up using the ropes, and Leon charges at him, but Virgil is able to duck and scoop Leon up, sending him over the top rope and out onto the floor on the outside. Leon slowly gets up, and when he does, he is met with Virgil, who just ran across the ring, came off the opposite ropes and hit him with a Suicide Dive that takes them both out!
Gould: Both men are down, now, and this could end in a double countout!
Torres: Yeah, this definitely isn't looking good. Virgil has a title match he needs to stay healthy for, keep that in mind.
Virgil is to his feet first, and he grabs Leon by the hair and rolls him into the ring, sliding in right after. Virgil gets up and picks Leon up, then he hits a backbreaker, followed immediately by another, and then a third backbreaker, finishing this version of his trademark Backblitz! He covers Leon now.
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Kickout!
Virgil gets up, looking somewhat frustrated as he walks over to Leon's legs and starts to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf, but before he can, Leon kicks him hard and sends him back into the ropes, but Virgil comes right back and hits him with a low Dropkick, completely flattening Leon. Virgil hops right back up and grabs Leon by the hair. He pulls him and slams him into the corner as Leon is rammed shoulder-first into the ring post between the top and middle turnbuckle. Virgil watches in glee as Leon struggles to get himself out, and when he does get out, he turns and is met with a Dropkick that sends him right into the turnbuckle now. Virgil runs and hits Leon with a high Shining Wizard, which keeps Leon stunned, then he turns it into a facebuster, sending Leon face first into the mat.
Gould: Wow, what a harsh move right there, very violent.
Torres: Yeah, Keenan means business. This is exactly what wrestling is all about.
Virgil drags Leon to the middle of the ring, lifts one of Leon's legs high up and slams his knee into the mat. He does it again, then he does the other leg a few times. He looks down at Leon and starts shouting "Come on, Leon! Let's go!" He then proceeds to give a nice kick to Leon's ribs, which causes him to flop onto his back as he rolls around in pain. Virgil stomps a few times now, then he stops and shakes his head. "Where's all this heart you talk about having?" Virgil goes for a huge stomp to Leon's face, but Leon rolls out of the way quickly, with a real spurt of energy, and is quick to his feet. He goes for a Clothesline, but Virgil ducks it, and whips him into the corner. He runs and misses a Stinger Splash, as Leon is able to move out of the way quickly, somehow. Leon comes back with a hard elbow to the side of Virgil's head, then several hard right hands repeatedly as Virgil is forced into the corner. Higgins even struggles to get Leon to let go, but he eventually lets up on it. He takes a few steps back, and when Higgins lets his guard down, Leon is back on Virgil like white on rice, slamming right hand after right hand into his face.
Torres: I think Leon has become out of control, end this match!
Gould: He's abiding by all the rules, this is what happens when you question the heart that he shows.
Leon backs away and Virgil continues to lean in the corner, and Leon misses a splash of his own as Virgil drops to the mat quickly, and Leon hits hard with his shoulder, then leans there. Virgil sits him onto the top turnbuckle and puts him over his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, then he moves to the center of the ring....
Gould: Oh god, no... This could kill Leon....
Torres: There it is, folks.... BUUUUURRRRRNNNNNNNNINGGGGG HAMMMAAAAAAAAAA!
Virgil covers after the vicious drop, hooking Leon's leg.
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THREE!
Virgil gets up and holds his arms high as he his handed back his championship belt and "Yonkers" plays over the system.
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Commercial Break
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Gunner Hughes vs Patrick Sparkman
We cut back to the ring as "Everybody's Dixie" plays to a chorus of boos, which get even louder as the lyrics begin. Patrick Sparkman appears on the stage, but he doesn't have the trademark flag with him, though he does have his uniform on. He looks absolutely ready to take care of business as he charges down the ramp and to the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, Patrick Spaaaarkmannnn!
Sparkman climbs into the ring and begins to take off his Confederate uniform, as the boos just keep getting louder and louder, not giving him a break at all tonight. Suddenly, a shotgun blast is heard, which sends the crowd to their feet as "Dead Man Walking" plays. Gunner is on the stage in just a few seconds, with both of his championship belts in hand. He smiles as he holds them high, the crowd going nuts.
Rebecca: And his opponent.... He is both the NAW Champion and the UWL International Champion..... Gunnnnerrrrrrrrrr Huuuuuuugheeeeesssss!
The fans erupt as his name is announced and he makes his way to the ring. He climbs the stairs and gets onto the apron, smiling as he hands Eddie Higgins both of his championship belts, and Higgins gives them to a hand sitting at the commentary table. The two men take their corners and wait patiently as he makes sure they're both ready before finally calling for the bell.
The match starts with both men locking arms in the center of the ring, and Patrick lets himself drop to the mat, but he is able to send Gunner down by tripping him up as well, which is great for the early advantage. They both get up, but Sparkman is quick enough to throw a few kicks to the champ, keeping him down for a little longer than planned. He backs to the ropes and is looking for another kick, but he misses as Gunner rolls under him and he is forced to hop over him. Gunner hurries to his feet now, and is able to send Sparkman to the mat with a Hip Toss, and as Sparkman gets up, he picks him up off the mat and sends him right back down with a hard Scoop Slam.
Gould: A nice little technical display from these two going on here, not a bad look.
Torres: You're kidding, right? Booooooring.
Sparkman is fiesty though as he gets right back to his feet, clearly ready to take what Gunner has to offer him. They lock up again, but Gunner wins this, whipping Sparkman into the ropes. Sparkman comes back and hits Gunner with a shoulder block, though not totally taking him down, does take him off a vertical base and onto one knee. He gets up and Sparkman comes close to take the offensive, but Gunner throws an elbow and a fist to keep Sparkman at bay. Gunner gets up on his own terms, and Sparkman kicks him in the ribs. He manages quick enough movement to turn this into a DDT, and he covers Gunner quickly.
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Gould: Wow, he barely gets a one count and Gunner is able to power out of the pin. Sparkman definitely has his work cut out for him.
Torres: Yeah, but how often do you see this nice of a display against Gunner. Sparkman could very well take the man down this time.
Sparkman gets up and quickly starts stomping at the chest of Gunner, relentlessly. Gunner though, is slowly able to fight his way to his feet. He holds an arm up to block an incoming punch from Sparkman, and starts to throw some punches of his own. He whips Sparkman into the corner and comes in after him, splashing right into him. He backs away and Sparkman coms out of the corner slowly, and Gunner is able to send him down with a spinning Powerslam. He picks Sparkman up and hits him hard with a few chops, which cause Sparkman to step back. He hits Sparkman hard now with an Uppercut, forcing Sparkman to lean on the ropes, and he hits Sparkman with a running clothesline to cause him to do a full backflip over the top and out onto the floor.
Gould: If I didn't know any better, the way these two are giving this match their all, I'd think this was the title match.
Torres: Sparkman is one hell of a kid, but he isn't ready yet. Soon, but not tonight.
Sparkman slides into the ring and Gunner picks him up and sends him to the mat with a vertical Suplex. He gets right back to his feet and looks around before getting back down on one knee and laying into Sparkman with five right hands before pulling the man to his feet. He lifts him in a fireman's carry position, walks around, then slams him to the mat hard, and he follows this up immediately with a cover.
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TW-Kickout!
Gunner looks somewhat surprised at the kickout, and he gets to his feet, not even arguing it. Sparkman slowly gets up and Gunner hits him hard with a knee to the chest, then a kick to the gut, then a knee to the face, which puts Sparkman flat on his back. He stirs a little, showing a bit of life still, and Gunner sits him up and applies a sitting armbar from behind, applying a lot of pressure to Sparkman's shoulder and elbow. Sparkman screams a bit, looking for the near rope, but not quite reaching it. He squirms a bit and shimmies himself a little, then tries again and gets the rope, forcing Gunner to break the hold.
Gunner gets to his feet and runs for Sparkman, who is still on one knee, but Sparkman trips him up again, and gets to his feet, holding and nursing the affected arm ever so slightly. He gets behind Gunner and applies a Full Nelson, yanking Gunner to his feet. Gunner is able to adjust his footing and lean forward quickly, causing Sparkman to do a full front flip over his head and land on his back. Sparkman thinks quickly and is able to kick Gunner in the head before he can stand straight back up though, and both men spend a couple of seconds lying on their backs, catching some air.
Gould: Both men have each other in a troublesome spot, it almost looks as though the first to his feet could get the win here.
Sparkman is the first to his feet, Gunner right behind him. Sparkman heads over to Gunner and sets up, hitting his trademark T-bone suplex, the Power T, and he smiles as he walks to Gunner's legs. He lifts one, which Gunner uses to kick him back a few steps, and hurry to his feet before Sparkman can react. Gunner hits Sparkman with a huge running Clothesline that flattens him, then he walks to the far corner. Sparkman slowly gets to his feet, confused, as he stumbles to the center of the ring, where he is met with another huge Clothesline. The cover is made.
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THRE--NO!
Gould: Did Sparkman just kickout of a huge Gunner pin?
Torres: He sure did! 'Attaboy Sparkman!
Gunner gets to his feet and sighs, looking at Higgins, almost doubting the count. He stands back a bit and Sparkman very slowly gets up, and when he turns to face Gunner, he is whipped into the ropes and met with the Buckshot kick just seconds later, taking his lights out. Gunner covers again, this time picking up the win. His music hits and he is handed his belts, as he looks around at the roaring crowd. Sparkman rolls out of the ring, pounding the mat a few times out of frustration. Gunner smiles and holds his belts high as we fade to black, ending the broadcast.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! We've got some huge news for tonight regarding the lawsuit between Alex Morgan and Kandi Washington, and some great matches lined up
Torres: That's right! And we've got all your favorite superstars here, including Jean-Paul, Virgil Keenan, and Patrick Sparkman!
Suddenly, "Now We Run" cuts as the heavy guitar riff of “Lesson in Violence” by Exodus begins playing over the loudspeaker. Red strobes face towards the entrance to the arena as the Madman, Joe Martinez, steps out fully dressed in his ring attire. Fans of his roar and raise their arms in a variety of symbols to welcome the Madman, while others who aren't so fond of the Madman boo and jeer. The Madman waves at the crowd as he stomps his way down to the ring. He slaps a few hands and points his finger accusingly at a few detractors.
The Madman makes his way over to the announcer table and motions for a microphone. After being questioned, he snatches a microphone away and nods apologetically before he rolls into the ring. He motions for the music to be cut off.
“Now later on tonight I’m scheduled to fight some jittery ninny who is under the delusion that he’s capable of taking on the Madman. However I’m not here to address this upcoming match as I've already done that, and soon it’ll be time to let my fists do all the talking.”
The Madman scans the crowd, gesturing as he speaks.
“Now ladies and gentleman, what I am here to do is to get what’s mine. You see, I, the Madman have been reading and listening to what the fans have been saying. I understand now that I had fans from my previous exploits which I was not even aware of. These fans of mine are aware of what I would lightly call my sordid past. If there’s one thing they've been clamoring for, it’s a chance to see the Madman do what he does best.”
Those familiar with Joe’s background begin to erupt in cheering.
“Now Alex, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to call you out. See, when I signed to the N.A.W. I was advised that there would be a certain stipulation, one which would allow me to compete in my natural element. These rules of the ring are all nice but I think it’s time the fans see me really soar here in North Atlantic Wrestling. Now I'm not going to resort to lazy threats of litigation like the harpy queen and her entourage of blockhead and sea hag. No, see I've got more 'class' than that. We made a deal and I think it's about high time that dues be paid.”
Joe let’s some of the cheering die down before he continues.
“Alex, I ain't gonna ask because I've already been told yes .What I’m gonna do now is demand. The loyal fans have spoken and the Madman agrees. It’s time to hold a good old fashioned hardcore match!”
Once again fans of the Madman begin cheering. Others begin to join in this time, awaiting such a spectacle.
“That’s right, Alex. A no holds barred, falls count any where, weapons welcome, fight ‘til ya drop hardcore match. At Spring Breakdown, there’s goin’ to be a need to sate the appetites of the crowd. They’re hungry for violence and I got more than enough to spare. They’re thirsty for blood and I think it’s a fair bet to say I can draw it. Now Alex, you wouldn't want to deny your loyal viewers the chance to see such a thing would ya?”
The Madman sheepishly shrugs, awaiting a reply as we finally hear "Tom Sawyer" hit the system. The fans start to cheer slightly and Morgan appears on the stage after a few seconds. He smiles as the crowd quiets and his music cuts out.
"Alright Madman, I'm not a big fan of guys just coming out and making demands. And yes, I'm fully aware that you've been told yes to this. I was the one who approved of it. You want a hardcore match at Spring Breakdown? I'll be more than happy to do that for you. The catch is that I will be the one picking your opponent for this match. I'm not sure who it is quite yet, but I do have a few ideas. Sound good? Because it sounds great to me. But until then, you have another match to fight, so let's focus on one at a time, shall we?"
Morgan smiles as he disappears behind the curtain and we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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Commercial
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Joe Martinez vs Jean-Paul
We come back from the commercial and the Madman is making a mockery out of the strategist, sending him all over the ring like a rag doll. We actually returned right in the middle of an extremely harsh Scoop Slam that has Jean-Paul arching his back more than most people have seen in their lives. Martinez makes a cover.
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Kickout!
Martinez picks Jean-Paul up and whips him into the ropes, and as Jean-Paul comes back, he hits him hard with a Clothesline that makes the entire ring shake a little bit. Martinez hops right back up, letting out a fierce battle cry, but the fans are loving it. Martinez pounds his chest a few times, and as Jean-Paul gets to his feet, he is hit with a boot to the face. Martinez almost realizes how easy this match has become, and picks Jean-Paul up, but he is pushed back, and Jean-Paul makes a quick tackle takedown to attempt to turn the tables. He lays a few right hands onto the face of Martinez, and is eventually told to get off and give Martinez some room after Martinez is able to crawl toward a rope and grab it. Things don't bode well for Jean-Paul though, as now Martinez is able to connect a vertical Suplex. The Madman is somehow able in one fluid motion to turn this into a Crossface, and he locks in the grinning Crippler! And jean-Paul taps!
Gould: Holy quick match Batman!
Torres: Wow, that was incredibly boring and one-sided... Wonder what's wrong with Jean-Paul.
Madman holds his arm high as we cut to the back.
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We open backstage where we find the blond ponytailed, square jawed and massive, muscular "Ice Queen" Ice standing before the camera in full ring regalia before the camera. Her eyes nearly burn holes in the camera with the intense scowl she wears on her face. She points a finger at the camera and just as she opens her mouth to speak, the heel of a boot collides with her chin via an impressive super kick! Ice goes straight to the floor from the massive kick. Stepping into frame is an intimidating, studded leather clad woman with an even more ripped and defined physique, her shoulder length blond hair framing her face. She dips forward, grabbing Ice by the throat and lifting her with surprising ease to a spaghetti legged stand. Yes, this is Ice's opponent... Ursula Von Rossbach.
UVR: There can only be one dominant woman in North Atlantic Wrestling... and you're... not... it.
Without further word or warning, Ursula hurls Ice full body into the wall by her throat, a loud crack heard as the back of her skull connects with solid brick. Pulling her back, Ursula does it once more with even more force. On the second impact, Ice's eyes go wide and then roll up in the back of her head. UVR releases her, a small streak of blood left in Ice's wake as she slides down the wall and crumples to the floor. With a slow and steady turn, Ursula swivels her head to bring those menacing ice blue eyes to bare on the camera.
UVR: ....I want everyone in the locker room to pay very close attention...
Turning she rolls Ice onto her stomach, a thick, coagulated mass of sticky blood coating the back of her head. UVR squats down over her, pulls out a small vial of smelling salts, hooks an arm around ICE's neck for safety's sake and holds the salts up to her nose. In seconds, she's brought back into the realm of consciousness, a groggy moan escaping her lips as her skull pounds in pure agony.
Tossing the vial, Ursula wastes no time and grabs Ice's arm. Maintaining the one arm neck lock, she bends Ice's arm into a modified single hand short arm bar, feeding her other hand through to synch the neck lock into a full on choke hold. With a roar, Ursula then bends back, torsioning Ice into a brutally painful angle at the hips. Ice's screams of agony come out as gurgled chokes as Ursula wrenches her upper body left and right. The woman reaches out with her free hand for something, anything, anyone, but nothing is within arms reach! We hear a soft pop as the shoulder seperates from it's socket and that's when Ursula bends back as far as she can, her legs straining with effort. Ice's eyes quickly become blood shot, her face turning purple in a matter of seconds! The Ice Queen mercifully passes out in the hold...
Security rushes into the scene but it's too little too late, as Ursula releases the hold, falling back and rolling to her feet. The hardened team of ex wrestlers and bouncers push Ursula back as EMT's check on the unconscious Ice. One man's eyes go wide.
EMT: Get a cart... She's got a possibly fractured Skull, her shoulder is completely dislocated, her hips look displaced, and I think her back is broken...
Ursula shoots a cold, unnerving smile at the camera and backs away...
UVR: ...This is what awaits you when you step in the ring against Ursula "The Great".....
The crash cart rolls in just as we cut back to ringside.
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We cut to the commentary table, both of them looking shocked at what has just transpired.
Gould: Wow, ladies and gentlemen... That was the debut of Ursula von Rossbach, who looked to be Ice's only absolute equal in the women's department, and I think she just ended a career back there.
Torres: That was definitely a violent display, but I always think that it needs to be prepared for, because this kind of thing happens all the time. Not to mention, I think we hold the record for backstage attacks, happens way too often.
Gould: Yeah... Guys, we have a few words from Virgil Keenan now, from not so long ago tonight, while this gets sorted out.
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The scene opens to Trent Brown getting ready for his match with Scotty Blazer. He's just got the tape on his wrists when there's a knock on the door.
Trent: Door's open.
In walks Katherine Brock who's wearing a hot but conservative black lather and lace knee length dress, sliver glittery sandal style heels and her long hair is down and in spiral style curls. Her brown eyes are shadowed with a light shimmery eye shadow and her lips are painted a red that compliments her fair skin. Trent looks at her and almost walks into the wall.
Trent: Wow you look great. I'm just going to come out and say it you look hot.
Katherine's fair cheeks turn a slight pink as she blushes . After she clams down she talks.
Katherine:I came to help you get ready for you're match. Last week I said I would since you helped me.
Trent gives a slight laugh as he smiles before speaking.
Trent: Well you're a bit late love as I got it all done meslf. However me neck's a bit stiff.
Trent's milking this for all he can as he just wants her to give him a neck rub. She smiles as she walks over behind him and speaks.
Katherine: I'm wondering if you're neck really hurts but ok I'll help you out.
As she rubs Trent's neck her sweet perfume fills the air and puts a smile on Trent's face. After awhile she stops rubbing his neck and he speaks.
Trent: With you dressed like that and giving me a neck rub I almost don't want to leave this locker room.
Again She blushes at Trent's comments before she speaks.
Katherine: Come on now you know you can't resist competition .
Trent gets up , pulls her in to his arms and with a smirk talks.
Trent: What I can't resist is you love.
The two share a passion filled kiss. Afterwards Trent again smirks as he speaks.
Trent: Your right we better get out there. As much as I like this I do want to win this match. Don't to lose me undefeated streak.
Katherine grins as she nodes her head.
Katherine: I knew you'd say that . Let's go so you can kick this guy's butt.
Now Trent grins as the two walk off towards the ring for Trent's match as the scene cuts.
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Commercial Break
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Trent Brown vs Scotty Blazer
The fans are cheering loudly as the slow opening to "Holding Out for a Hero" is heard through the arena. The fans are really starting to get used to the 80's ballad feel though, as "Mister Terrific" Scotty Blazer comes out through the curtain just when the chorus hits. He holds his arms up, almost jumping up and down in tune with the music.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Colorado.... "Mister Terrific".... Scotty Blaaaazzeerrrrrr!
The crowd cheers as Blazer comes down the ramp, a stride in his step as he high fives the fans on his way down. He rolls into the ring, hopping right back up to his feet, the crowd cheering him on more and more as he keeps them going with some hand gestures. He smiles, backing into his corner as his music cuts. Then cues up "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica, which is receptive of a lot of jeers and heat from the audience. Trent Brown appears on the stage after a few seconds, just looking out at the crowd, and shaking his head.
Rebecca: And his opponent... From Dublin, Ireland.... Trent Brown!
Trent hurries his way down the ramp, sliding into the ring and staring down Blazer, who is ready for this match most definitely. The two are separated and the bell rings. As is the norm, Scotty reaches out to shake Trent's hand, who slaps it away and starts to go all out with hard right hands to the face of Blazer. Blazer ducks under one, kicking Trent in the ribs and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Trent comes back and Scotty ducks a Clothesline, then Trent ducks a Clothesline, and coming back the third time Trent dives and hits Scotty with a diving shoulder block. The two get up and lock up, Scotty forcing Trent into the corner. He hits Trent with a few jabs to the body, then whips him to the opposite ropes. He runs and goes for a stinger splash, but Trent is out of the way, and Scotty eats some turnbuckle instead.
Torres: Oh man, Scotty just got a face full of ring post!
Gould: This could be a big opening for Trent Brown right here.
Trent grabs Scotty and pulls him to the middle of the ring, draping Scotty's arm over the back of his neck and lifting him, dropping him quickly with a Vertical Suplex. He rolls and covers Scotty quickly.
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Kickout!
Gould: And Blazer gets a kickout almost right away there!
Trent gets to his feet, grabbing Scotty and whipping him into the ropes. Scotty comes back and eats a monster Clothesline from Trent. Trent then drops down to one knee and lays into Scotty, throwing right after right to his face. He picks Scotty up again, immediately lifting him and slamming him to the mat with a scoop slam. He backs into the ropes, coming back as he hops quickly and drops a leg onto the throat of Scotty. He gets back up and smiles, getting a lot of boos from the angry crowd. Trent just shakes his head as he walks over to Scotty. He grabs him by the hair, and Scotty shoves him back. Trent comes back to him in anger, but Scotty is able to kick him in the ribs, which causes Trent to double over, and then Scotty punts him in the head, sending him straight to the mat, turning the crowd attitude around. Scotty gets a good angle on Trent, and as Trent starts to get up, Scotty wraps himself around an arm and yanks himself back to the mat, locking his trademark armbreaker, the Negative Zone!
Gould: This could do it! Either Trent is gonna tap right now, or Scotty is gonna rip his arm off!
Torres: Well that sounds violent, whatever happened to being nice and all that garbage?
Trent is flopping around in all possible ways in an attempt to get out of the hold, but nothing seems to be working. He even goes so far as trying to club Scotty off of him a few times, but it doesn't work. Through all the squirming and flopping though, Trent somehow managed to get himself near a rope, and he is able to reach over and grab onto the bottom rope. Scotty, being Scotty, breaks the hold right away and gets to his feet, resting and collecting himself for a few seconds before Trent gets to his feet. He heads over to Trent, who is able to hit him hard with a right hand to the head, knocking Scotty back a couple of steps. Scotty comes back at Trent, who responds by kicking him hard with a Big Boot, which flattens Scotty to the mat hard. We get a quick cover from Trent now.
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Kickout!
Trent picks Scotty up, whipping him into the ropes and hitting him hard with an elbow to the chin, absolutely levelling him. He smiles down at Katherine Brock, who is sitting at ringside, and he looks at the fans who continue to boo him. He waves them off and looks at Scotty, who is slowly beginning to come to. He smiles as this match goes right where he wants it to. He sneaks behind Scotty and connects with Raw Power, and as Scotty bounces up, not knowing what just hit him, he is hit with Trent's Lights Out kick, and Trent covers him, hooking a leg and smiling the whole time.
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THREE!
His music hits as Trent gets to his feet and holds his arms high to a chorus of boos from the fans as Katherine gets into the ring and they kiss while we cut to the back.
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We suddenly cut to Virgil Keenan standing cross armed in front of a NAW logo. Curiously his attire is blue and black today, NAW colors. Next to him is the resident reporter Barry Lincoln. He seems a td nervous because this might just be the first time these two have met. A clearing of his throat Barry speaks up.
Barry: Earlier this week Leon Corella replied to you and in that reply, asked for a title shot against your newly won American heavyweight championship. You have yet to answer that challenge and your match is no more than half an hour away. Do you finally have a response?
Virgil grins and hands out his hand. Barry looks confused as Virgil isn't even looking at him, instead at the camera. Slowly Barry hands him the microphone and we're off to the races.
Virgil Keenan: Where do you get off feeling so entitled?
Leon, let's be honest, you threw a few guys out, you flipped a guy here and there, you were even in the final three. Congratulations, In the last few months Leon Corella, you have accomplished the overwhelming task of looking pretty good in a battle royal..
That's where the backhanded praise ends because that's it, that's all, that's all you've done. If you were looking for something to stand on Leon, if you were trying to glimpse into the world of competence, if you wanted something compelling to prove you're worth a title shot, you failed. I figure you're aware of that though, because Instead of you latching onto how you've earned a shot, you latched onto my pride.
You attempted to unsettle me from my step, you tried to stir my competitive spirit, you relied on me being a better man than you could ever be, for a title shot. Something in that bellows coward loud and strong. Louder still however, is the wretched screech of failure defacing your promos. See even with this convenient arrival of heart during your most recent booking, you failed again. You told us all that you could have won that match, you just didn't...."
And what stopped you exactly Leon?
Oh right, it was me.
You tried to cover it up in a nice make-up, but at the end of the day a pile of shit is still a pile of shit and you still lost to me, with all that heart spurting out. You've given no proof to me that you can even beat me in a normal one on one match-up and you're asking for title belts? You tidy yourself up, brush off the dirt and tell everyone you're cool now, expecting a pat on the back and a cookie? That doesn't fly.
Not even a little bit.
Especially considering the things you said to Pat Gordon. If you've forgotten you said that no one ever handed you a chance, a title belt, a championship. Why all the sudden are you asking for one now? You suddenly don't wanna work for anything? You think you've reached the point in your career where your namesake will carry you through the day? Did you somehow think that's how things work around here? Sure, go ahead, rest your weary head and slumber while The Alternative throws around title shots hoping some guppy latches on and maybe, possibly, decides he'll work a day in his life. I'm used to it. You're not the first person to conveniently find a purpose when up against me, I'll gamble you won't be the last.
When I made my debut I promised everyone of you sick sloppy twits would rise up and better themselves in envy of my talent. I haven't been Champion half a month and here I am, making the lost wrestler of yester year come out of his shell spitting and sputtering flames of passion. I awoke the man inside and I'm still not budging the slightest in my confidence and stance. I'm not afraid of a man who's bark is far worse than his bite, I'm not hiding from an individual with a fickle sense of self worth. Leon Corella of any time, any situation, is still a man lower than me.
But I'm afraid I'm dodging the point. The question is, do I accept right?
Barry nods his head.
Well of course I accept, I accepted before you even challenged.
*the fans in the arena explode in a cheer!*
To clarify, the day I won this belt me and Kevin Hill had a conversation, I asked him curiously if I could place my belt up against Leon Corella, I wanted to know if my first defense could be on Meltdown Television. I could be a fighting champion, I could prestige, and I could bring NAW attention, I could show off to everyone just how great I am, defeating a man everyone seems to almost sarcastically support. It wouldn't be the best start, but it's the action more so than the result right?
But then he told me no.
*The Cheering turned to harsh Jeering!*
Not to blue ball you or anything Leon but the fact of the matter is this, the belt won't be on the line. Don't look to me, don't spin around shrugging that you'd knew this would happen like some pompous arrogant prick, because simply, and for no other reason, this belt won't be budging because Kevin Hill had some Rankings he wanted to fix. What a joke. See, he didn't have the time to do the paper work, he didn't want to put the effort of making a phone call, he didn't want to sign the contract, he didn't wanna do any of that.
Do you see how worthless you are now? You aren't even worth the basic day to day effort of making a phone call and signing a piece of paper.
But if it makes you feel better, if it makes it seem like your time isn't being wasted, then use your imagination. Pretend you're fighting me in the main event of some unknown PPV no one is going to watch, I dunno, Like Unsanctioned or something, and go from there.
It's not like you were actually going to win.
But hey, maybe, perhaps, if you do pretty good, maybe if you pose a small threat you can plead and beg and ask for charity some more, see how well it works for you.
Maybe you'll get a shot at Santa Clause at Fully Loaded.
Who knows, and really, who cares.
See you later.
Palm The camera, fade to black.
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Commercial Break
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The crowd is on their feet as "Yonkers" blasts over the system. The crowd gets a pretty mixed reaction as Virgil Keenan appears on the stage after a few seconds. He stands on the stage and looks around, then he heads down the ramp slowly, looking around as he does so, an arrogant smirk across his face as he starts to flash his newly won championship from Spring Stampede for the fans to see.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada.... Virgil.... KEEENNNNAAAANNNN!
Virgil slides into the ring and gets to his feet quickly, hopping around to get himself going and the adrenaline pumping, holding his American Championship high in the air. Just as he is to his corner, his music cuts to make way for "House of the Rising Sun" by Muse.
"THERE ISSSS.... A HOUUUSE... IN NEW ORLEEEEEEANS..... THEY CALLLLLLLLLL THE RIIIIIISIING SUUUUUUUN!"
Through the curtains and onto the entrance stage steps, Leon Corella, decked out in his usual ring regalia of Black tights with gold embroidery on the rear and thighs, matching wrestling boots with gold kickpads, heavy gold knee pads, black elbow pads, and a wrist and hand tape. His short blond hair neat, and parted, those trimmed sideburns lining either side of his face. He tilts his head back ever so slightly, that cleft chin held high. Corella stands on that ramp, a hulking, imposing presence as he glares straight at Keenan.
Rebecca: And his opponent... from Providence, Rhode Island.... Leonnnn Corelllllla!
Leon walks down the ramp slowly, staring Keenan down, as his opponent does the same thing back. Leon looks around quickly, giving the audience no more than a glance or two here or there. He gets to the ring and they keep staring each other down, and Leon hops up onto the apron of the ring with ease. He gets into the ring and paces the ring a little bit, as his music fades out. Eddie Higgins separates the two as the bell rings. They lock up, and Leon takes Virgil down quickly with a hip toss style takedown. Virgil gets back up and he ducks underneath a Clothesline from Leon. Leon turns back around and is met with a few kicks to his sides. He catches Virgil's leg, and Virgil goes to kick him with an Enziguiri, but Leon ducks that, and Virgil goes down to the mat again. Leon grabs Virgil and goes to send him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but Virgil counters and whips Leon into the ropes himself. He drops down and Leon runs over him, and Virgil hops back up quickly and hits Leon with a Dropkick. He covers, but it doesn't even garner a one count before Leon has a shoulder in the air. They both hurry back to their feet and Leon clobbers Virgil with a Clothesline.
Gould: The intensity in this match is absolutely stunning, these men are going to rip each other to pieces!
Virgil gets to his feet, but Leon has him right where he wants him. He grabs Virgil as he slowly gets up, and throws a few right hands to keep him at bay, and on one knee. He goes to throw another, but Virgil holds an arm up to block it, and instead starts throwing some swings of his own. He gets up and whips a somewhat dazed Leon into the ropes, hitting him with a Dropkick on the return. Virgil gets up and Leon does as well, Virgil hitting Leon with a spinning wheel kick. Virgil covers quickly.
ONE
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Kickout by Leon!
Gould: And Leon with an early kickout!
Torres: Leon's a beast. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually pulled what some are calling an upset...somehow...
They get up again and Leon whips Virgil into the ropes, and as Virgil comes back, he is met with a shoulder block. He hurries to his feet, and Virgil gets up, facing away from Leon. Leon wastes no time connecting with a release German Suplex, and Virgil lands on his neck violently. Leon gets up and Virgil gets up, slower this time, and Leon hits a regular vertical suplex this time, with a loud impact. He picks Virgil right back up, lifting him up on his shoulder and carrying Virgil to the corner, dropping him face first onto the top turnbuckle with the Snake Eyes. Virgil thuds to the mat, and pulls himself up in the corner. Leon runs and hits a Stinger Splash on an unsuspecting Virgil, who staggers out of the corner, and Leon backs up, then hits Virgil with a running Big Boot. The crowd pops for the move and Leon covers quickly.
ONE
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T--Kickout just before the two!
Leon pulls Virgil up to his feet and sends him back to the mat with a Scoop Slam, then he does the same thing again. He stands for a second and drops an elbow into the chest of Virgil Keenan, then rolls over and starts planting some right hands to Virgil's face. Virgil is able to grab the bottom rope, somehow, and Leon is forced to let go. Virgil pulls himself up using the ropes, and Leon charges at him, but Virgil is able to duck and scoop Leon up, sending him over the top rope and out onto the floor on the outside. Leon slowly gets up, and when he does, he is met with Virgil, who just ran across the ring, came off the opposite ropes and hit him with a Suicide Dive that takes them both out!
Gould: Both men are down, now, and this could end in a double countout!
Torres: Yeah, this definitely isn't looking good. Virgil has a title match he needs to stay healthy for, keep that in mind.
Virgil is to his feet first, and he grabs Leon by the hair and rolls him into the ring, sliding in right after. Virgil gets up and picks Leon up, then he hits a backbreaker, followed immediately by another, and then a third backbreaker, finishing this version of his trademark Backblitz! He covers Leon now.
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout!
Virgil gets up, looking somewhat frustrated as he walks over to Leon's legs and starts to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf, but before he can, Leon kicks him hard and sends him back into the ropes, but Virgil comes right back and hits him with a low Dropkick, completely flattening Leon. Virgil hops right back up and grabs Leon by the hair. He pulls him and slams him into the corner as Leon is rammed shoulder-first into the ring post between the top and middle turnbuckle. Virgil watches in glee as Leon struggles to get himself out, and when he does get out, he turns and is met with a Dropkick that sends him right into the turnbuckle now. Virgil runs and hits Leon with a high Shining Wizard, which keeps Leon stunned, then he turns it into a facebuster, sending Leon face first into the mat.
Gould: Wow, what a harsh move right there, very violent.
Torres: Yeah, Keenan means business. This is exactly what wrestling is all about.
Virgil drags Leon to the middle of the ring, lifts one of Leon's legs high up and slams his knee into the mat. He does it again, then he does the other leg a few times. He looks down at Leon and starts shouting "Come on, Leon! Let's go!" He then proceeds to give a nice kick to Leon's ribs, which causes him to flop onto his back as he rolls around in pain. Virgil stomps a few times now, then he stops and shakes his head. "Where's all this heart you talk about having?" Virgil goes for a huge stomp to Leon's face, but Leon rolls out of the way quickly, with a real spurt of energy, and is quick to his feet. He goes for a Clothesline, but Virgil ducks it, and whips him into the corner. He runs and misses a Stinger Splash, as Leon is able to move out of the way quickly, somehow. Leon comes back with a hard elbow to the side of Virgil's head, then several hard right hands repeatedly as Virgil is forced into the corner. Higgins even struggles to get Leon to let go, but he eventually lets up on it. He takes a few steps back, and when Higgins lets his guard down, Leon is back on Virgil like white on rice, slamming right hand after right hand into his face.
Torres: I think Leon has become out of control, end this match!
Gould: He's abiding by all the rules, this is what happens when you question the heart that he shows.
Leon backs away and Virgil continues to lean in the corner, and Leon misses a splash of his own as Virgil drops to the mat quickly, and Leon hits hard with his shoulder, then leans there. Virgil sits him onto the top turnbuckle and puts him over his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, then he moves to the center of the ring....
Gould: Oh god, no... This could kill Leon....
Torres: There it is, folks.... BUUUUURRRRRNNNNNNNNINGGGGG HAMMMAAAAAAAAAA!
Virgil covers after the vicious drop, hooking Leon's leg.
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TWO
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THREE!
Virgil gets up and holds his arms high as he his handed back his championship belt and "Yonkers" plays over the system.
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Commercial Break
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Gunner Hughes vs Patrick Sparkman
We cut back to the ring as "Everybody's Dixie" plays to a chorus of boos, which get even louder as the lyrics begin. Patrick Sparkman appears on the stage, but he doesn't have the trademark flag with him, though he does have his uniform on. He looks absolutely ready to take care of business as he charges down the ramp and to the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, Patrick Spaaaarkmannnn!
Sparkman climbs into the ring and begins to take off his Confederate uniform, as the boos just keep getting louder and louder, not giving him a break at all tonight. Suddenly, a shotgun blast is heard, which sends the crowd to their feet as "Dead Man Walking" plays. Gunner is on the stage in just a few seconds, with both of his championship belts in hand. He smiles as he holds them high, the crowd going nuts.
Rebecca: And his opponent.... He is both the NAW Champion and the UWL International Champion..... Gunnnnerrrrrrrrrr Huuuuuuugheeeeesssss!
The fans erupt as his name is announced and he makes his way to the ring. He climbs the stairs and gets onto the apron, smiling as he hands Eddie Higgins both of his championship belts, and Higgins gives them to a hand sitting at the commentary table. The two men take their corners and wait patiently as he makes sure they're both ready before finally calling for the bell.
The match starts with both men locking arms in the center of the ring, and Patrick lets himself drop to the mat, but he is able to send Gunner down by tripping him up as well, which is great for the early advantage. They both get up, but Sparkman is quick enough to throw a few kicks to the champ, keeping him down for a little longer than planned. He backs to the ropes and is looking for another kick, but he misses as Gunner rolls under him and he is forced to hop over him. Gunner hurries to his feet now, and is able to send Sparkman to the mat with a Hip Toss, and as Sparkman gets up, he picks him up off the mat and sends him right back down with a hard Scoop Slam.
Gould: A nice little technical display from these two going on here, not a bad look.
Torres: You're kidding, right? Booooooring.
Sparkman is fiesty though as he gets right back to his feet, clearly ready to take what Gunner has to offer him. They lock up again, but Gunner wins this, whipping Sparkman into the ropes. Sparkman comes back and hits Gunner with a shoulder block, though not totally taking him down, does take him off a vertical base and onto one knee. He gets up and Sparkman comes close to take the offensive, but Gunner throws an elbow and a fist to keep Sparkman at bay. Gunner gets up on his own terms, and Sparkman kicks him in the ribs. He manages quick enough movement to turn this into a DDT, and he covers Gunner quickly.
ONE
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Kickout!
Gould: Wow, he barely gets a one count and Gunner is able to power out of the pin. Sparkman definitely has his work cut out for him.
Torres: Yeah, but how often do you see this nice of a display against Gunner. Sparkman could very well take the man down this time.
Sparkman gets up and quickly starts stomping at the chest of Gunner, relentlessly. Gunner though, is slowly able to fight his way to his feet. He holds an arm up to block an incoming punch from Sparkman, and starts to throw some punches of his own. He whips Sparkman into the corner and comes in after him, splashing right into him. He backs away and Sparkman coms out of the corner slowly, and Gunner is able to send him down with a spinning Powerslam. He picks Sparkman up and hits him hard with a few chops, which cause Sparkman to step back. He hits Sparkman hard now with an Uppercut, forcing Sparkman to lean on the ropes, and he hits Sparkman with a running clothesline to cause him to do a full backflip over the top and out onto the floor.
Gould: If I didn't know any better, the way these two are giving this match their all, I'd think this was the title match.
Torres: Sparkman is one hell of a kid, but he isn't ready yet. Soon, but not tonight.
Sparkman slides into the ring and Gunner picks him up and sends him to the mat with a vertical Suplex. He gets right back to his feet and looks around before getting back down on one knee and laying into Sparkman with five right hands before pulling the man to his feet. He lifts him in a fireman's carry position, walks around, then slams him to the mat hard, and he follows this up immediately with a cover.
ONE
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TW-Kickout!
Gunner looks somewhat surprised at the kickout, and he gets to his feet, not even arguing it. Sparkman slowly gets up and Gunner hits him hard with a knee to the chest, then a kick to the gut, then a knee to the face, which puts Sparkman flat on his back. He stirs a little, showing a bit of life still, and Gunner sits him up and applies a sitting armbar from behind, applying a lot of pressure to Sparkman's shoulder and elbow. Sparkman screams a bit, looking for the near rope, but not quite reaching it. He squirms a bit and shimmies himself a little, then tries again and gets the rope, forcing Gunner to break the hold.
Gunner gets to his feet and runs for Sparkman, who is still on one knee, but Sparkman trips him up again, and gets to his feet, holding and nursing the affected arm ever so slightly. He gets behind Gunner and applies a Full Nelson, yanking Gunner to his feet. Gunner is able to adjust his footing and lean forward quickly, causing Sparkman to do a full front flip over his head and land on his back. Sparkman thinks quickly and is able to kick Gunner in the head before he can stand straight back up though, and both men spend a couple of seconds lying on their backs, catching some air.
Gould: Both men have each other in a troublesome spot, it almost looks as though the first to his feet could get the win here.
Sparkman is the first to his feet, Gunner right behind him. Sparkman heads over to Gunner and sets up, hitting his trademark T-bone suplex, the Power T, and he smiles as he walks to Gunner's legs. He lifts one, which Gunner uses to kick him back a few steps, and hurry to his feet before Sparkman can react. Gunner hits Sparkman with a huge running Clothesline that flattens him, then he walks to the far corner. Sparkman slowly gets to his feet, confused, as he stumbles to the center of the ring, where he is met with another huge Clothesline. The cover is made.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE--NO!
Gould: Did Sparkman just kickout of a huge Gunner pin?
Torres: He sure did! 'Attaboy Sparkman!
Gunner gets to his feet and sighs, looking at Higgins, almost doubting the count. He stands back a bit and Sparkman very slowly gets up, and when he turns to face Gunner, he is whipped into the ropes and met with the Buckshot kick just seconds later, taking his lights out. Gunner covers again, this time picking up the win. His music hits and he is handed his belts, as he looks around at the roaring crowd. Sparkman rolls out of the ring, pounding the mat a few times out of frustration. Gunner smiles and holds his belts high as we fade to black, ending the broadcast.