Post by Alice White on Apr 14, 2013 19:03:36 GMT -5
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to our last show before Spring Breakdown! We've got some big stuff going on tonight, including an announcement regarding the Television Title, two match stipulations, and a contract signing between Virgil Keenan and Gunner Hughes!
Torres: And I think the fans know that, because the Newman Arena is electric tonight here at Cornell University! Look at these kids, they love us!
"Now We Run" cuts suddenly to make way for "Tom Sawyer" by Rush as Alex Morgan appears on the stage. He has a calm, fun, yet serious look on his face as he looks around at the once more small crowd, waving to them, a microphone in his hand. He walks down the ramp slowly, even greeting some of the fans. He climbs the stairs and hops into the ring, walking around it a couple of times as the crowd gets quiet for him.
Morgan: Welcome to our last edition of Meltdown before Spring Breakdown everyone! How are we feeling this evening?
Crowd pop.
Morgan: So I have a few big announcements. Firstly, within the next short while, you will all know both stipulations for the Tag Team Championship and NAW Championship matches at Spring Breakdown!
Another pop.
Morgan: But more importantly, over the past two weeks, we have lost a number of superstars. The lawsuit between Kandi Washington and myself has dropped, and we settled it out of court. As part of the agreement, you don't be seeing her on NAW television any time soon.
The pop is so loud now that it almost blows the roof off of the arena.
Morgan: Please hold your applause, because that isn't even the biggest announcement of the night. You see, another part of the agreement was that I suspend Cthulhuson indefinitely, and I agreed to that as well, as he wasn't making the situation any better for either party. And since he won't be able to defend that championship at Spring Breakdown, I have no choice but to officially vacate the championship, leaving it totally open for a new winner. But the problem here, is that I can't let Drake Knight in the picture, as he is also no longer with us.
And you see, this left me with quite the dilemma. How would I possibly put this championship into action at Spring Breakdown so that all of our fans could see it to its fullest extent possible? And then it dawned on me. We will do something big, to give all of our competitors a chance at this. We will do an over-the-top-rope Battle Royal!
Another huge pop from the fans, and Alex Morgan just stands in the center of the ring, smiling.
Morgan: Then i decided that this wasn't a good idea. Too predictable and commonplace. So I decided against it. And upon discussing it with Mr's Martin and Bloom a few nights ago, we decided on an Xscape match. Four to six people in the ring, surrounded by a cage. You eliminate competitors by pin or submission until only two remain, then the only way to acheive victory is by escaping the cage! This match is brutal, this match is extreme, this match is--
Alex Morgan is interrupted by the banjo of “Everybody’s Dixie”. Instead of walking out, Sparkman rides out on a gray horse in full cavalry uniform with sabre drawn. After he rides around the stage a little bit, Sparkman pulls the reins tight and hops off his horse. Sparkman holds the reins as he grabs a microphone out of the pack on the back of his saddle.
Sparkman: *As the fans boo him, Sparkman instigates them.* Really cowards? You’re booing me. You go to a school started by someone who was more worried about educating all of y’all’s worthless, coward ancestors too scared for war than growing some manhood and some rat bastard who was so worried about what the south could do if they had half the resources the north did, he left the country to beg for foreign countries to not help the south, *slightly under his breath* yellow-bellied bastard. How does it feel for that kind of cowardice to represent your university? *Sparkman takes in the boos, but when they die down a bit, he looks to the ring.* You know Alex, you keep talking about this new match. You keep talking about all this excitement coming up in Syracuse. I’m sure as part of this match, I’m gonna have to face everyone in the match, aren’t I? And for my trouble, I wonder what I’m gonna get. Oh, I bet I know what’s gonna happen. It’ll just be the same old song and dance. The boss man is gonna do everything in his power to keep the southern man at bay. To keep the *with air quotes* “redneck” below the power structure, because you’re afraid of what I might do. *Before Morgan can speak, Sparkman holds up his hand. Looking at his horse, Sparkman continues* You know, I figured that if I’m gonna be a piece in the little game of chess you’ve inserted me into, I oughta at least saddle up Ol’ Stonewall here and go out like the fighter that I am, being at least the knight in your little game.
Sparkman looks around as the fans boo him. He milks it for all he’s worth, even seeming to respond personally to some of those near him. Morgan bites hit bottom lip for a couple of seconds, stifling laughter.
Morgan: You know, Patrick, you actually are a part of the match. I've seen the effort, the heart, and the determination that you've put up out here for all of the fans to see. I've seen you wrestle your heart out and leave everything you have in the ring when the bell rings. Win or lose, that is what makes a champion. So I've finally come to a decision. You will be in this match....so long as you defeat Robert Spade this evening. But mind you, if you don't, you will not see a championship match for a very long time.
When Sparkman hears he’s part of the match, a smirk comes across his face and he slightly nods, but his mood quickly turns when he hears the stipulation, his face quickly turns to an “of course” look of derision and frustration.
Sparkman: Hey Alex. *As he hitches his leg up in a stirrup* Remember *As he kicks his leg up onto Ol’ Stonewall* like General Jackson said, “Once you get them running, you stay right on top of them, and that way a small force can defeat a large one every time.” Don’t let me get you running, because once that happens, ALL of NAW will soon follow suit. *spurring his horse* YAHHHHH! *The horse turns and gallops back.*
Alex Morgan stands in the center of the ring for a couple of seconds as we get a huge fan reaction then the camera cuts to the commentary table, with Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres.
Gould: Wow, a huge announcement from Alex Morgan right there! I wonder who else will be in the match!
Torres: I don't have any idea as to who it will be, but I do know that it will get very bloody very quick, and I love it!
The two continue to banter until we hear "Do It Again" by Steely Dan start to play.
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White Rabbit vs Jean-Paul
The music plays and we finally see our first glimpse of Jean-Paul tonight. His tights are blue, gold, and very very bright. The crowd immediately begins to boo him, and he just shakes his head, holding his arms out in kind of a shrug as he walks down the ramp slowly. He goes over to the stairs, stops and looks around at the booing crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chatou, France.... Jean-Pauuuuul!
The crowd continues to boo as he climbs the ring steps and gets into the ring. He goes over to his corner, climbing the turnbuckle and holding his arms high. He hops down and turns, and just about immediately, we hear "Storytime" by Nightwish. As the crowd turns their attention to the stage, David Fraggle is seen, holding the hand of the White Rabbit. The rabbit has a watch in his other hand. The two stand on the ramp, looking at the booing crowd.
Rebecca: And his opponent, being accompanied by David Fraggle... White Rabbit!
The rabbit hands Fraggle his watch and slides into the ring. He walks over to his corner and Mark Lansing rings the bell. Jean-Paul fakes White Rabbit out, appearing to go for a takedown, and White Rabbit adjusts to try to block it, giving the master strategist an opening to flip over White Rabbit and attempt a rollup pin. He gets a one, but White Rabbit kicks out right away.
Torres: Why do people think they're gonna get somewhere instantly?
Gould: As much as I don't like Jean-Paul, he's a great strategist. Maybe it's all in the plan.
Jean-Paul pulls White Rabbit to his feet and whips him into the ropes. White Rabbit comes back and sends Jean-Paul to the mat with a clothesline. He immediately stops and drops a fist to the face of Jean-Paul. He gets up, looking for a Leg Drop, but Jean-Paul rolls out of the way, and the rabbit gets his tailbone sent straight into the mat. He rolls onto his side and clutches his lower back, and Jean-Paul pulls him to his feet by the ears, then whips him into the corner. He runs and hits a running dropkick on White Rabbit, which causes White Rabbit to fall forward to the mat. He rolls White Rabbit onto its back and covers.
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout!
White Rabbit gets up and Jean-Paul looks to come out swinging, but White Rabbit dodges all shots, ducks a Clothesline, and when Jean-Paul turns he is kicked in the ribs and hit with the Rabbit Stunner, and White Rabbit covers!
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TWO
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THREE!
White Rabbit gets to his feet and holds his arms high as "Storytime" by Nightwish plays, and we cut.
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Commercial
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle, “Sideshow” Euan Dante and White Rabbit standing outside.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight I face Lance Carter in tonight's main event. However, at the moment, I want to talk about Spring Breakdown.
White Rabbit points to a nearby dumpster.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Do you remember when I said that I wanted to take out the trash? Well that’s what I’m going to use to do it. What that means is Vice Squad against The V-List tag team dumpster match for the NAW Tag Team Titles.
Fraggle lets out an evil chuckle as the scene fades.
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Scotty Blazer vs Sebastian Jankowski
We cut back to the arena where we see Sebastian Jankowski on his way to the ring, in mid-entrance. He looks around at the fans, not being his normal self, more quiet and reserved about this whole deal.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland....Sebastian....JANKOWSKI!
He gets a mixed reaction, though there are a lot of cheers. He gets into the ring and jumps around, getting pumped for this as we hear the opening bit to "Holding Out for a Hero" by Bonnie Tyler. As soon as the music picks up and we hear "I need a hero!" we get to see none other than Mr. Terrific. He smiles at the fans, high fiving a few on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent... "Mister Terrific"....Scotty BLAAAZERRRR!
Scotty slides into the ring and holds his arms up to get even more cheers than he already is. He smiles at the fans and nods his head as Eddie Higgins prepares both men to get to their corners and get ready for the match to start. The bell rings, and Scotty starts the match as usual, looking for the handshake. Sebastian reluctantly grabs the hand and they start to shake, but Sebastian then pulls Scotty in and jumps high, hitting him with a headscissors right away!
Gould: Where do you even get the momentum to do that without having to do anything beforehand?
Torres: I don't know, Gould, but that was great strategy on the kid's part. He could take the early lead here right away, now just to stick with it.
Sebastian runs to the ropes, jumping onto the second one and he springboards off it, hitting Scotty hard in the side of the head with his shin in a Shining-Wizard style moment. Sebastian lands on his feet and smiles, running over to the corner. He climbs to the top and sends Scotty right back to the mat with a Missile Dropkick. He covers.
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T--Power out that causes Jankowski to go up in the air and land a foot or two away. Scotty gets to his feet and as Jankowski charges at him, he hits Jankowski with a shoulder block, then another, then another. He stops Jankowski and instead sets him up and perfectly executes a T-Bone Suplex, getting back up and dropping an elbow, driving it into the ribs of Jankowski, hooking a leg.
ONE
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TWO- Shoulder up by Jankowski!
Jankowski hurries to his feet and ducks a Clothesline, turning quickly and is able to catch Scotty with an Enziguiri and a loud CRACK! can be heard throughout the Newman Arena from the impact of the boot to the face of Blazer. Both men are motionless on the mat now, and the small crowd is on their feet for them. Blazer holds his jaw tight while Jankowski slowly gets to his feet and leans on the ropes for support the whole way to the turnbuckle. He turns to face the corner, springboarding off the of the top rope for a Corkscrew Moonsault and it connects! He hooks the leg!
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TWO
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THRE--NO!
Gould: Oh my God, Jim, Scotty Blazer just kicked out of a perfectly executed Corkscrew Moonsault! How is that even possible?
Jankowski hops to his feet, heading straight for Mark Lansing, who holds up two fingers. Jankowski shakes his head, and the two have a shouting battle, getting up in each other's faces. Jankowski turns around and is met with a Terrific-plex from Blazer. Blazer crawls over to Jankowski and hooks a leg.
ONE
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TWO
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Shoulder up!
Blazer looks at Jankowski, who appears lifeless except for the arm he holds high, balled up in a fist. Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds, the heavy breathing too obvious. Blazer gets up and pulls Jankowski to his feet. He goes for a huge club to Jankowski, who ducks, and does a nice little juke and spin move around Blazer and turns it into a DDT. Jankowski runs to the ropes and springboards again, this time corkscrewing and coming all the way around to hit Blazer with an almost impossible Leg Drop! Jankowski sees a new life brought into him as he hops up to his feet. He drags Blazer up and connects with the Destroyer! And a cover!
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TWO
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THREE!
Jankowski gets to his feet as "Clubbed to Death" hits. The crowd, though still taken aback by Jankowski's new attitude have no choice but to cheer him after the match. He holds his arms high, a smug grin across his face as he runs around the ring celebrating. He turns around and sees Scotty Blazer leaning on a turnbuckle. Scotty looks pretty upset about the loss, but still is able to take it like a champ. They stare each other down when finally Blazer gets ready to leave the ring, but Jankowski heads over to him.
Gould: Uh oh, what's going on?
Jankowski turns Blazer around, who holds his arms up, surrendering any sort of fight that might happen here. Jankowski shakes his head and holds an arm out for a handshake. Blazer looks confused, but accepts it. The two shake and Jankowski yanks Blazer close, the two getting into each other's face. Blazer shakes his head and leaves the ring as we cut.
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The scene opens up to a massive fist flying across the screen and hitting something.
“Who?”
Another fist, this time the opposite arm, swings and collides with something hard, a dull thud is heard.
“Who?”
A third punch is thrown as the camera zooms out to show the Madman training. His bulky frame is in a black muscle shirt, his disheveled hair wilting from sweat, and in the center the viewer is greeted by a mean lowered brow in a permanent scowl.
“Who dares step into the meat grinder?”
The camera shows Madman Martinez standing next to what appears to be a mannequin. It’s tied to a concrete pillar in the loading zone of what looks like an abandoned department store. In the backdrop all that’s visible in the dim lighting are piles of trash, industrial packing materials, knocked over clothing racks with attire discarded from ages past and stained grey walls in obvious disrepair. The Madman raises his fists which are wrapped in white knuckle tape; the sanguine blotches on his fists are a testament to the extreme regiment the Madman has been putting himself through. Joe adopts a fighting stance and once more hammers his balled up hands into the lifeless imitation of a person. He speaks a few words between each blow.
“At Spring Breakdown no one is going to exemplify the breaking down of their opponents more than I will. You see, I've been given the opportunity to do what I do best. Tear apart the opposition. When the Madman goes to war it’s the troops storming the beaches of Normandy. It’s the stubborn defenders of Stalingrad holding off the entire third Reich. It’s the bombs dropping over Kosovo. It’s the Mongol invaders swarming over countless villages across Asia. It’s Alexander the Great with his armies conquering the known world. It’s Julius Caesar at Alesia. “
The Madman takes a swing that breaks the dummy into two pieces. At this point a deluge of sand and gravel spills forth from the battered dummy torso. The insides pour loose with such forces that it causes the dummy’s arm to jerk in an unsettling manner. The head pops off and hangs limply by a piece of mangled plastic. The Madman begins to untie the dummy from the concrete pillar.
“The Madman sees reality for what it is. I see the Cosmos for what it is; a grand uncaring purposeless mass of chaos where everyone and everything is desperately struggling to cling to the vestiges of their pitiful existence. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s a pitiful existence. Now, the Madman, I know. I know the struggle; I know what it takes to survive. Oh yes. Some of you folks have got no clue what the requirement sare to walk into the wicked underbelly of society, to lose yourself deep within the concrete jungle in the unseen places that normal people wouldn't dare to tread and emerge hardened and victorious. You don’t have what it takes to slay the beast. Now the beast is coming for you.”
Joe Martinez finishes untying the dummy, he grabs something off screen. It’s another dummy. The Madman grunts as he adjusts the obviously heavy mannequin into place and begins tying it up with thick rope to the same concrete pillar. Nearly satisfied with his work, the Madman pops the head off and ensures the sand is topped off; he scoops more sand from the previous dummy into the new one’s head.
“At Spring Breakdown I get to go on the hunt and deliver a level of pain unto others that is just another uncaring element of the universe. There is no fate. There is no preordained, divinely delivered right that anyone gets. You have to climb the thorny bush with guts and grit to get anywhere in this lawless land. You have to climb the wall. Meet the wall,folks.”
Joe pops the head onto the torso of the dummy and continues to throw punches; his sandy knuckles are already reverting back to a deep crimson from the blood. He speaks between punches.
“I get to brawl in my own element. If anyone dares enter the dragon’s lair to try and be a dragon slayer, I welcome them. You’ll be nothing more than another chump I leave by the wayside in my path of devastation. I await Alex to assign someone to the slaughter. Will it be ‘Back Down’ Trent Brown? Do I get to break the body of Scotty? Turning mister Blazer into a B-loser? Is it going to be my turn to siege the last bastion of Sebastian’s career by tearing down the walls of hope he hides behind? Alex can send who he likes to the gallows. It’s no problem for the Madman to frag the Fraggle or any of the circus reject posse he associates with. It’s not a concern if you send the slack-jawed maw of Sparkman against the Maniac, I’ll happily knock the mouth from the South closed.”
The Madman stops his training. He stares sternly into the camera for a moment then bends down to pick something up. A dummy leg, detached from its body. Joe holds it up by the ankle wielding it like a baseball bat.Where the thigh is, a large amount of nails protrude from every direction.
“Alex, send whoever you like against me. They will have the dread of facing the fight of their life. They will have only the stinging wounds of defeat to greet them at the end our encounter. The fans will have the privilege of bearing to testament to seeing them beat senseless.”
The Madman points the weapon at the camera.
“It’s time for someone on this roster to learn what hardcore truly means.”
The camera cuts out.
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When we come back, we see Barry Lincoln in the back with Scotty Blazer. Blazer is already showered and changed into his street clothes when Lincoln catches up with him leaving the arena.
Lincoln: Wait, Scotty Blazer! Wanted to have a word before you left!
Blazer turns around and heaves a sigh, nodding his head and heading back to Lincoln to make his job less difficult.
Blazer: Sure, I can talk.
Lincoln: Scotty, how are you feeling right now?
Blazer: I'm feeling pretty beat up, to be totally honest. I mean clearly. That match was very harsh, and Jankowski gave me everything he had. I guess he just had the better day.
Lincoln: Right. And what are your thoughts about his new attitude? You two faced off previously, but he's undergone quite the overhaul since then. A new look, a new attitude, a new person, pretty much.
Blazer: I can't really say that I don't miss the old Jankowski. He was a good kid, a good head on his shoulders, and a great performer. And I mean, that's what we do. We put on a great show both times, but I would like to think there's still a bit of the old Sebastian Jankowski in there, and maybe he'll have the sense to let it come back to him.
Lincoln: Alright, and what are you planning next?
Blazer: A lengthy vacation for myself. This very well could be the last of Scotty Blazer in NAW. We've already come to an agreement on my indefinite LOA, and Morgan approved it during the break. So if you don't mind?
The question is asked with the utmost politeness and sincerity. Lincoln nods and Scotty goes on his way as we cut back to the ring.
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"The Street Samurai" Spade vs Patrick Sparkman
The opening to "Walk on Water" plays over the system, and out from behind the curtain comes Spade, dressed in his full ring gear. He stands there for a few moments, a huge smile coming across his face as he looks around at the fans, who offer him up a pretty pleasant reaction.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, from Savannah, Georgia... The Street Samurai.... Robert Spade!
The crowd cheers him on as he strolls down the ramp, quickly making his way to ringside. He walks over to the ring steps and goes up, slipping into the ring quickly, then running to the furthest turnbuckle, jumping up fluidly onto the second turnbuckle, then propping a foot on the top pad. He scans over the crowd slowly, a smile still on his face as he looks around. He then lets out his trademark howl, which causes the crowd to erupt loudly.
Gould: Spade looks ready to go, but I notice that Leon Corella isn't here with him. Wonder what that's all about.
Torres: Maybe Alex Morgan wasn't a total moron, and told him to stay backstage so there was no foul play here.
Gould: Foul play with Corella? Nah. He can seem like an asshole, but he's one hell of a guy. I know him pretty well.
Spade gets down and stands in his corner as the opening banjo licks of "Everybody's Dixie" play through the small arena, echoing around loudly, and the crowd wastes no time at all booing loudly. After the lyrics pick up, we see a large Confederate flag poking from behind the curtain, and right behind it, sure enough, is Patrick Sparkman. He waves it proudly and elegantly, smiling out at the fans and waving to them. This only causes them to boo louder, which in response to them, he bows, which only makes it still louder.
Rebecca: And his opponent... from Belle Meade, Tennessee.... the Destroyer from Dixieland... Patrick Sparkman!
Sparkman takes this as his cue, and he slowly makes his way down the ramp. He waves the flag in the face of the loudest fans in the front row, going so far as to cause it to wave and hit someone. The fan almost looks ready to jump the guardrail, and Sparkman holds his arms out, as though to challenge the fan. Then suddenly, we see Sparkman drop the flag and get pushed into the ring post. He is able to stop himself before going headfirst into it, and he turns around to see Spade standing there, ready to start the match. He gives the flag to a crew member to put in its place while he tosses his hat aside and takes off his coat. He hands them to someone, and then ducks a running clothesline from Spade.
Torres: I thought you said they were supposed to be good guys, Gould, that doesn't look very good to me though.
Gould: Sparkman was being an obnoxious twit, it's about time someone knocked some sense into him.
Spade finally throws a few punches Sparkman's way, and they are all returned, the two men alternating shots thrown at one another. Spade finally gets a few good shots in on sparkman, throwing him into the guardrail. He picks Sparkman up then and rolls him into the ring, and Higgins finally is able to call for the bell, which makes the match official. Spade starts the match on offense, taking Sparkman and whipping him into the ropes. Sparkman comes back and Spade gives him a shot with his elbow, then an elbow drop follows immediately. Spade covers, but Sparkman kicks out right away. Spade gets to his feet and pulls Sparkman up as well, throwing an uppercut right away. He whips Sparkman into the corner and smiles as he looks around the arena, soaking up the fans' cheers. He runs and hits a Stinger Splash on Sparkman, who falls forward to the mat. Spade picks Sparkman up, and Sparkman is able to knee him in the midsection, then whip him to the ropes. Spade comes back and Sparkman leans forward, scooping Spade over him with a back body drop.
Torres: Very nice offense by Sparkman. Now let's get to working those knees!
Gould: Why would you suggest that? You know Spade has weak knees.
Torres: Exactly, Gould.
Almost as if Sparkman hears Torres, he rolls Spade onto his front and lifts him up by his one leg, slamming the leg down to the mat at the joint. He does it again, then does the other leg a couple of times, just for good measure. He smirks an evil half smile as he rolls Spade over, and in a sign of arrogance, puts a foot on Spade's chest.
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T-Kickout!
Spade gets a shoulder up to prevent further pin attempts at this juncture, but Sparkman comes up and kicks him hard in the spine, causing Spade to arch his back in agony. Another shot to the spine. The crowd is booing loudly now. Another kick. Even louder. A fourth kick, and the crowd is booing with all of their might, just for Sparkman to shake his head, disappointed in their reaction. He waves them off though, grabbing Spade by the hair. He lifts him and sends him right to the mat with a huge Scoop Slam. He then takes a step back, jumping into the air and coming down on Spade's chest with a huge double knee drop. He coves and hooks the leg this time.
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TWO
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Shoulder up!
Gould: Wow, Jim, look at the fight in the Street Samurai tonight! He's looking ready for anything, and I think he might still have a lot more left in his tank tonight!
Torres: The problem is that Spade is getting old, and part of me feels like he's losing his touch. Don't you think he's losing his touch?
Sparkman picks Spade up frustratedly, slamming him with another Scoop Slam, but it almost seemed to shake the whole ring this time. He then gets down to Spade's legs and locks in a Figure Four leg lock! Spade panics, squirming all around in a futile attempt to grab a rope, but he can't seem to reach. He is just out of reach of one though, it's almost in his finger tips when he stretches out for it, but he can't get it... Then Leon Corella comes running down the ramp, to that side of the ring and he pushes the bottom rope in toward the center of the ring so spade can reach! Spade gets the rope, and the hold needs to break.
Torres: You're joking! He can't do that, that's cheating!
Gould: It's being called a break, Jim, so apparently he can do it.
Sparkman milks the hold for all he can, then gets up and sees Leon standing outside of the ring. Sparkman slides out after him, but Leon hits him hard with a Double Axe Handle, and the bell is rung.
Rebecca: Your winner, via disqualification.... Patrick Sparkman!
Sparkman is rapidly being attacked by Leon, who has him down on the floor outside the ring while medics check on Spade's knees. Leon drops some huge stomps to the chest of sparkman, and security is seen coming down the ramp, pulling Leon back off of Sparkman and helping Sparkman to his feet. Sparkman just shakes his head at Leon, and starts putting on his gear that he took off for the match. Leon gets into the ring to check on Spade, and Sparkman grabs his flag. As Leon helps spade up the ramp, Sparkman cracks both men over the backs with his flag, then he slams it down, pole to spine several times to both men, security having to pull him back now as we cut to commercial.
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David Fraggle vs Lance Carter
As we cut back to the arena, we hear "Storytime" by Nightwish hit over the PA system. The crowd is in mixed reaction, though it's mostly boos, and it keeps getting louder. After several seconds, Fraggle appears on the stage, looking around at the fans and shouting at them a little bit. He holds an arm high as Euan Dante appears with him. The two of them slowly walk down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, being accompanied by "Sideshow" Euan Dante... David Fraggle!
Fraggle gets to the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring. He runs to a turnbuckle on the other side of the ring and jumps up onto it, holding his arms high. He hops down and looks around at the fans until the lights cut out. We then see a dim red light flashing around the arena, and a siren blasting. The siren is almost a piercing sound, but the crowd is on their feet and they erupt. The lights go back to normal as the Miami Vice theme song plays, and the Vice Squad appear on the stage, belts around their waists. Lance Carter is in his wrestling gear, where Hank Sharpe is dressed in his white 80's inspired suit, as he runs a hand through his hair. The two walk down the ramp slowly, flashing their title belts to the fans.
Rebecca: And his opponent, being accompanied by Hank Sharpe... he is one of the tag team champions.... Lance Carter!
Carter gets into the ring and holds his belt high, and Eddie Higgins hands it off to someone out of the ring. Carter smiles as he hops around a little, then gets into fighting stance. Eddie Higgins calls for the bell to ring, and the two men meet in the center of the ring to lock up. Carter whips Fraggle into the ropes, Fraggle comes back and ducks a clothesline, he hits the ropes again, comes back and Carter leap frogs him, and he hits the ropes again, comes back and sends Carter to the mat with a Headscissors takedown. He hops up to his feet and runs to the ropes again, coming back and being met with a dropkick from Carter. Both men hurry to their feet and stare each other down, circling the ring. They lock up again and this time Carter whips Fraggle hard into the corner, causing him to slam into it and flop onto his face on the mat. He charges and meets Fraggle, who is now on one knee, in the face with his own knee, causing the crowd to explode in a pop. Carter grabs Fraggle by the hair and smiles to the fans as he throws a few right hands to Fraggle's jaw, then pushes him back into the corner. He takes a few steps back and charges, going for a jumping stomp to the chest, but Fraggle moves and Carter kicks the ring post hard instead, jamming his leg in the process. Carter falls over and holds his leg in pain.
Gould: Oh my! Carter could be hurt!
Torres: I know! This is Fraggle's opportunity to execute on it!
Fraggle grabs Carter's leg and lifts it, then starts throwing some swift kicks to the back of Carter's knee, a scream from Carter with each kick. Fraggle smiles to the fans as he runs to the near ropes and springboards off the second rope, landing a Moonsault and he covers, hooking a leg.
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T--Kickout!
Carter leans to one side, clearly in pain from the leg incident moments before. He gets to one knee, and Fraggle starts throwing kicks to his spine, then spins back, hitting Carter in the chin with an amazing heel kick that lays Carter out completely. Fraggle runs to the ropes and comes back, doing a forward somersault, then a jumping flip, landing on Carter's chest. He slides off of Carter's side, then throws a few right elbows to Carter's jaw. Sharpe is off to the side, slapping the mat a few times and shouting out some encouragement to his partner. Fraggle laughs as he starts to toy with Carter, kicking him lightly around the ring a little bit. He pulls Carter near Sharpe, and smiles an almost dirty smile, before landing an elbow drop, getting up and dropping another elbow drop. Fraggle covers arrogantly, looking right into Sharpe's eyes.
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But Sharpe pulls Carter's arm to drape over the apron and points it out to Higgins!
Torres: Why is everyone cheating tonight?!
Gould: Nowhere in the NAW rulebook does it say that you can't move your partner's limb!
Torres: It's still interfering in the match!
Higgins does reprimand Sharpe, and while he does so, Sideshow jumps on the apron as Fraggle picks up Carter and whips him to that side of the ring. Carter gets to Sideshow who leans into the ropes and headbutts him in the midsection, then gets up and knees him in the head. When Sharpe points over to them thoug, Sideshow is seen arguing with a fan by Higgins and Fraggle is laying into Carter with some right hands until he notices Higgins.
Gould: Now that was clearly against the rules!
Torres: Nothing can be done if you don't get caught.
Fraggle covers again
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TW--Kickout! Fraggle picks Carter up, irritated, and Carter shoves him back a few steps. Fraggle comes back and goes for an Enziguiri, but Carter ducks and when Fraggle faces away, he sends Fraggle over the top rope and out of the ring onto the floor outside with a release German Suplex! Carter is to his feet, but is down on one knee, while Sideshow runs over to check on Fraggle.
Gould: Holy hell, Fraggle just totally blasted the back of his neck off the floor out there, that looks bad.
Fraggle slowly gets to his feet, looking up at Carter, who is leaning on the ropes. Fraggle slides in the ring, slowly getting up, and he walks over to Carter, who throws a right hand. Fraggle takes a few shots on the chin, and Carter whips him to the opposite ropes. He comes back and Carter lands a Dropkick, which seems to hurt both men equally as Carter grasps his leg right away. He does get to his feet though, landing a few good shots on Fraggle, who is still somewhat dazed from the dropkick. Carter smiles as he looks around at the fans and lifts Fraggle, though he has a little bit of trouble with it. He carries him around, looking for the Miami Vice Driver... But Fraggle squirms around and slips out of Carter's grasp, reversing it into a DDT!
Torres: Great move on Fraggle's part there, wow. That just turned the tide of this whole match I think.
Fraggle sits up slowly, leaning on one elbow, as he looks over at Carter, who is still flat on his back. He crawls over and covers Carter.
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NO! Carter gets a shoulder in the air just before the three starts to drop. Fraggle pounds the mat a few times in irritation, then starts laying into Carter with right hands. Higgins comes over and starts to count to five, and Fraggle utilizes the entire count before laying off. He gets to his feet and walks around, a cocky smirk on his face. He turns to Carter, who is on one knee, trying to shake the cobwebs. Fraggle gets in position to finish Carter off, and starts shouting for Carter to get up. Carter does, and Fraggle grabs the back of his head and turns for the turnbuckle, but Carter shoves him away and Fraggle stops himself in the corner before making impact with it. He turns and Carter lifts him up on his shoulders again, this time completing the Miami Vice Driver! He quickly grabs his knee and we hear Sharpe pound on the mat again. "Come on, Lance, you got this one won!" is gotten out before Sideshow is over and takes Sharpe out with a Clothesline. Carter crawls to Fraggle in severe pain, hooking a leg.
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THREE!
The Miami Vice theme song plays loudly and the crowd explodes in cheers for Carter, as we focus now on Sharpe and Dante brawling on the outside. They are both exchanging punches and Sharpe throws Dante head first into the ringpost outside, knocking him out cold. He slides into the ring and grabs Carter's arm, holding it high as the crowd continues to cheer. Suddenly from behind, we see the White Rabbit, hitting both members of the Vice Squad with a pipe. Fraggle is up now, and as Sharpe gets to his feet, he hits his Fraggle Rock Drop!
Gould: Come on, the match is over! Have a little damn humility!
Sideshow gets into the ring as the two of them double team Carter now, both throwing punches to him. Finally, Sideshow and Fraggle set him up and hit a double team Powerbomb, leaving him outcold on the mat. They pick up the belts that the Vice Squad dropped in the attack and hold them high, Fraggle taking a microphone.
Fraggle: I hope you're ready, Vice Squad, to see this happen. As we, the V-List, finally take what rightfully belongs to us. These belts, that we've worked so hard for for so long.
Fraggle laughs as security comes down to prevent any further beatings to any of the involved parties and we go to commercial.
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