Post by Alice White on Apr 29, 2013 18:30:08 GMT -5
The pre-show match went very quickly, with Silva being in the lead the entire time. He took a real beating onto the Fizz, not stopping when he knew he had the match won. He hit a violent X Factor for the win, and to huge boos from the crowd in a sickening display of absolute dominance.
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The show opened with "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark playing over a video package of all the latest rivalries. V-List and Vice Squad and Gunner vs Virgil led the way in the package, and then we open up in the arena, with the crowd on fire.
Gould: Wow! The crowd is electric tonight in the Carrier Dome as we gear up for Spring Breakdown! We have all the best action in store for you, and it's all tonight!
Torres: That's right, Gould. We have the V-List, we have Virgil Keenan, we have Guidance Counselor Craig, and we also have Patrick Sparkman tonight!
Gould: And we have Gunner Hughes, Sebastian Jankowski, and the Vice Squad.
The crowd is loud and explosive as the lights dim and the opening riff to "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus blares on the system. The lights dim as the opening riff begins. A wall of blood red beams shines down in front of the entry way. As the Madman eventually steps out, the crowd gives a truly mixed reaction. The red beams begin to rapidly flicker on and off while the Madman raises both fists into the air and roars.
Gould: Here comes a man who has wasted absolutely no time making his mark on this company. He's one hell of a wrestler, and those who don't like him, I'm pretty sure just don't understand him.
Torres: What are you talking about, Gould? This man is a maniac. A lunatic. A nutjob! He doesn't belong here, he belongs in the damn looney bin. Shame that nobody else in this place seems to see that though, I'll tell you that much.
The lights all turn a solid red that douses the crowd as they begin getting riled up. The song continues "If you got something to say then come my way!" The Madman moves his fist towards the ring and extends the finger pointing at the ring. "I'm guarded by Satan, I'm riding on Baphomet." He keeps this up while he begins to move towards the ring at a steady pace.
Rebecca: The following match is a Hardcore Match and is scheduled for one fall. Any and all weapons are allowed in this match, but falls only count inside the ring. Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico... Joe "Madman" Maaaartineeeezzzz!
The Madman makes sure to engage the crowd on his way in. "I'll teach you a lesson in violence you won't soon forget." He shouts at members of the crowd; returning insults, jeering, and boos with harsh his own language. Loyal fans of his, mostly roughneck types, begin to shove and clash with critics and detractors of his. "The pleasure of watching you die is what I will get." The Madman urges them on, bumping fists, slapping hands, and giving the sign of the horn to his supporters. "Fight, for what you believe to be right. Clash with all your might." The Madman steps up the steel steps keeping one of his arms raised, giving a "horns" symbol as he climbs to the apron and steps through the second and third ropes. "I laugh at their pitiful cries. They run from the fire in my eyes." Joe Martinez steps into center ring and gives a thumbs up, he runs it across his throat and then turns it upside down as his music cuts out and "Somebody to Love" by Queen begins to play.
Gould: What the--well this is different.
After several seconds of fan confusion, all the questions are answered with the arrival of the NAW's latest acquisition. He stands on the stage in his trunks and t-shirt, both of which read "I'm with Craig" in a bright purplish-pink.
Rebecca: And his opponent... from Normal, Illinois.... Guidance Counselor Craig!
He starts down the ramp, moving from side to side, handing out pamphlets to "help" the people of the audience, and those who get pamphlets begin to boo him. He just shrugs his shoulders, looking as though he is doing nothing to put this on himself, and he gets into the ring. He heads over and hands Martinez the last pamphlet, who just stares at it for several seconds. Craig shakes it, as though trying to speed up the process of Martinez taking it, and Martinez continues to stare.
Torres: Is he gonna be courteous and take the damn thing?
Martinez immediately starts throwing rapid right hands to the face of Craig, and Mark Lansing calls for the bell.
Gould: Guess not, and this match is now underway.
Madman lifts Craig and drops him with a Suplex, and picks him up, whipping him into the corner. He charges and hits him hard with a stinger splash, the crowd starting to cheer him on unanimously. Craig stumbles out of the corner after Madman backs up, and he hits a huge Powerslam that puts Craig flat on his back, and gasping for air for a couple seconds. Madman hurries to his feet and starts laying some hard stomps onto the chest of Craig, each one followed by a quick pop from the fans. He then gets down on one knee and sits Craig up, kneeling behind him and grabbing his arms. He presses his one knee hard into the spine of Craig, who begins to howl in pain. Lansing comes in to see if Craig wants to quit, but he shakes his head rapidly, slowly fighting to his feet. As they get to a standing position, Martinez releases the arms and quickly locks his arms around the waist of Craig and sends him back with a huge German Suplex that lands him on his neck on the mat.. Craig rolls to his side, holding the back of his neck in pain.
Torres: This man is such a barbarian! I'm still not exactly sure why Morgan bothers signing the crazies. These people are a cancer to the company. This poor man might wind up being retired and it's his first match here for the love of God!
Gould: It may have been a bad move on Alex's part to book this match, because, as you said, Craig hasn't been here for a show yet. But to be fair, I don't think anyone else would be in a better position. Martinez is in his comfort zone here, nothing to do about that.
Madman gets to his feet as Craig pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. Madman quickly Clotheslines Craig over the top rope as he spills out onto the floor on the outside. Martinez holds his arms out and lets out a battle cry of sorts, as Craig pulls himself to his feet. Martinez charges and dives between the ropes with a suicide dive that puts them both down for a couple seconds before Martinez is to his feet very quickly. He throws a few more punches at a still downed Craig, then picks him up and throws him head first into the guardrail.
Gould: Wow. The Madman is pulling out all the stops here. I'm pretty sure that if he doesn't retire this guy, he'll have him quit before you know it.
Martinez gets under the ring and pulls out a Singapore cane. He turns to face Craig, who just got to his feet using the guardrail, and he swings the cane. Craig catches it though, so one end of the cane faces each of them. He then forces one end into the chest of Martinez, forcing him back a step, and Martinez then pulls his end, pulling Craig in and they both hit the floor after a vicious diving Clothesline from Craig. Craig now gets to his feet and rolls into the ring while Martinez shakes the cobwebs from the first offense from the opposition tonight. Craig is to his feet and he holds his arms high, getting a lot of heat from the crowd when Martinez slides into the ring. He gets up and Craig throws a few jabs quickly to get some good offense in, which isn't good for a wole lot except a bit of a speed bump. Martinez goes for a huge Clothesline, but Craig ducks it, turns with a bunch of agility and chop blocks Martinez in the back of the knee, taking him down to the mat. Martinez is on one knee now and Craig runs to the ropes and comes back with a huge running boot to the back of the Madman's head, knocking him flat on the mat. He picks Martinez up and knees him in the stomach a few times, then plants him to the mat with a DDT and covers quickly.
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Kickout!
Gould: Not enough to take Martinez out, Craig might be sorry now if the Madman can get a solid footing at all.
Torres: Craig isn't stupid, Gould. I'm pretty sure that he knows what he's doing, and I'm positive that he can win this match. Crazy doesn't make a good wrestler.
Craig gets to his feet and with some quick thinking is able to keep martinez down, then plants him to the mat after a Shining Wizard. He rolls Martinez onto his stomach and looks around with a sort of dazed, but somehow evil smile as he lifts one of Joe's legs and slams it to the mat. Martinez grabs his leg and lets out a howl of pain, and Craig then proceeds to do the same thing to the other knee. He smiles as he takes Madman's legs, but Martinez lifts himself onto his hands and crawls to a rope, where he can get a bit of leverage, rolling slightly and kicking Craig hard to push him away. He gets to his feet and drops Craig with a huge right hand. He then drops an elbow into Craig's chest, then gets up and hits a leg drop, landing one of his huge thighs right into the throat of Craig. He leans back and hooks one of Craig's legs.
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T--Kickout!
Gould: Wow, I think it might just be smart to lay down and take the loss on this one. I know he feels like beating the Madman might get him somewhere fast, but if he loses this match, he could get something real bad.
Torres: He's getting beat real bad anyway. He's a smart guy, I'm sure he'll figure something out.
Martinez is to his feet right away and he picks Craig up as well, tossing him easily out of the ring and getting out of the ring himself. He picks Craig up and lays a few right hands down, then goes to whip Craig into the steel stairs on the outside. Craig counters the whip though, bringing Madman in and sends him right into the steel ringpost in the corner, sending the Madman head first! Martinez holds onto the apron though, so he doesn't go all the way down. Craig gets behind him though and is able to lock in an abdomnal stretch, and Martinez looks like it actually hurts. Craig holds the lock in as much as he possibly can, and Martinez looks ready to do whatever he needs to be let go. Craig pushes him into the post repeatedly, forcing him more and more with every shove. Bad placement though gives Martinez an opening, and he hits Craig hard with the back of his head right in the chin. Craig lets go, and the Madman gets turned around, but Craig gives him a swift chop to the throat, then a Dropkick that sends him tumbling into the stairs.
Craig picks Martinez up and goes to slam his face into the guardrail, but Martinez puts his arms out in front of him and stops it, instead taking a second and grabbing Craig's head and slamming it into the guardrail several tmes. He picks him up and pulls him to the side of the ring with the ramp, and both men start their way up, Craig fighting back and trying to keep things in and around the ring. They alternate right hands until Craig ducks one and gives Martinez a huge Northern Lights Suplex right onto the stage, and you can hear the sound of it throughout the huge arena! Craig gets up and grabs his opponent by the hair, looking around at the booing crowd. He sets up with the double underhook, and is looking for his finishing move, but Martinez lifts him over his head, all in the strength of his back and upper body, sending Craig crashing onto the stage now!
Gould: Oh my God! Both of these men are going to be broken, empty shells before this match is over. I don't know how much they're going to dish out, but it doesn't look good for either of them.
Martinez picks Craig up now as they go onto the stage, sending him right into the wall that supports the video screen! Craig rolls onto his back, holding his face as Martinez looks around, and eventually picks up a huge speaker that sits on the stage. He looks around and smiles wickedly as Craig is slowly getting up, and he charges at Craig as he hits him square in the head with it, sending him right back down onto the stage with just no resistance from the rest of his body. Martinez takes it and slams it into the ribs of the counselor now a couple of times before tossing it aside. He picks Craig up now and pulls him to the edge of the stage, where there is about 10 feet between the stage and the fans, and it's at least five or six feet high. He smiles again as he puts Craig's head in his legs and grabs Craig's sides, nodding his head.
Torres: NO! He can't do this! It'll kill him!
Gould: I hate to say it, but anything is legal in this match!
The Madman licks his lips now, but Craig starts lifting him up just as Madman did before, but Craig can't quite get him all the way over from fatigue, and Martinez drops back onto the stage. Luckily for Craig, Martinez takes a lot of impact in his legs, and this causes him to fall over as well, and both men are on the stage, neither one moving for at least fifteen seconds. Madman does wind up dragging Craig down to the ring and finishing him off with a street sweeper and picks up the victory with a three count.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, "Madman" Joe Martinez!
The crowd is loud as we cut.
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Fruity Flakes
A video package is shown on the titantron. The scene opens in a suburban family kitchen – clean and tidy and done up in immaculate white with the odd homely nick nack. It looks almost too pristine to be a true family kitchen. Sat at the kitchen counter are a boy and girl, aged roughly 6 and 9, both eating some breakfast cereal. They both look at each other and nod and smile as if to say they are enjoying it immensely.
Just then we see a man at the window dressed in all black with a big fake moustache and a black bandit mask on. He spies the box of cereal on the counter and smiles. He is next seen sneaking into the room and grabbing the box of cereal. He jumps up, shocking the children before turning to run away. He runs out the door but before he can leave the yard there is a quick wail of a siren and Lance and Hank jump in to scene. Wearing their trademark 80s suits, they stand in front of the cereal thief.
Lance: Hey Breakfast Burglar, this cereal isn’t for you!
Hank: You’re in cereal trouble now!
The next shot shows Lance and Hank performing several throws, elbow drops and boots to the thief before picking him up and sending him flying out of the yard. The scene returns to the kitchen where The Vice Squad hand the box of cereal back to the kids, who grin cheesy grins.
Boy: Gee, thanks Vice Squad!
Lance: No problem Timmy. Kids, do you want to grow up to be champions like us? Then do what The Vice Squad does and start your day with a bowl full of Fruity Flakes.
Hank: Each bowl is packed full of fruity goodness, giving you 1 of your 5 a day and combined with a bowl full of milk, gives you the enough energy to take on the day. Breakfast is the meal of champions so don't lose a pin fall to the Breakfast Burglar.
Lance: Remember kids, with a little Courage, Confidence and Cornflakes, you too can become champions like us.
The kids eat a big spoonful each, nod and smile and give a big thumbs up to the Vice Squad as a cheesy Saturday morning cartoon style jingle plays over the end of the advert and it fades off.
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We open a quick video package of Vice Squad and the V-List. We see all the most intense moments of their rivalry, including some big moments from the last show when Fraggle faced Lance Carter. Carter jamming his knee and being dominated for parts of the match. We then see Carter hit Fraggle with the Miami Vice Driver, and we see the pin victory. We then cut to the V-List attacking the Vice Squad from behind, and the last thing seen is David Fraggle with a demonic smile.
The crowd is going nuts when the lights cut to black. The creepy piano intro from Nightwish's "Storytime" plays over the PA system. A guitar riff cuts in, and the strobe ligts begin to flash to the tune. The lights flash around the arena and the music continues, the guitar becoming more and more steady. Finally, the lyrics begin, and the lights come back on, the V-List on the stage, looking around at the crowd, who steadily begins to boo them.
Gould: Here come the V-List, hoping to dethrone our reigning tag team champions, the Vice Sq uad.
David Fraggle leads them down the ramp slowly, looking from side to side at the booing fans.
Rebecca: The following match is a Dumpster match for the NAW Tag Team Championships! The first team to throw their opponents into the dumpster and seal the lock win the match. Introducing first, the team of David Fraggle and Euan Dante... The V-List!
Fraggle stops at the bottom of the ring, where the dumpster is already in place by the ring. Fraggle walks to the side of it and climbs onto the apron, staring in at the inside of it and a wicked smile coming across his face. He gets into the ring as he and Sideshow slap hands lightly, then climb up onto opposite turnbuckles and hold their arms high. As The V-List are stood in the ring, the arena lights die down to be filled with a flashing red light and the wail of a police siren. The crowd burst into a chorus of cheers as they know what it means. After several seconds the siren gives way to the excellent 80s riffs of the Miami Vice Theme and the lights return to normal.
The camera lingers on the stage entrance as the Vice Squad seem to be taking longer than usual. Suddenly, out of the curtain comes the front of a car! The crowd cheer louder as the The Vice Squad drive out their trademark black Ferrari Spyder – a mini police light perched on the bonnet and the NAW Tag Team Titles are placed for all to see on the dashboard.
Malcolm Gould: Wow! Have you ever seen anything like that?
Jim Torres: Well this is just plain dumb..
Malcolm Gould: The Vice Squad sure know how to do things in style.
Jim Torres: Yeah, someone should tell ye ol Dukes of Hazzard over there that Knight Rider called, he wants his car back..
Malcolm Gould: That’s the wrong reference Jim.. different shows..
Jim Torres: Shut up… show off…
Lances parks the car at the top of the ramp and both he and Hank jump out of the car, a tag title each in hand. They stand at the top of the ramp and high five each other before making their down the ramp.
Rebecca Martin: On their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 387lbs and hailing from the sun drenched beaches of Miami, Florida, they are the NAW Tag Team Champions – Lance Carter and Hank Sharpe, The Vice Squad!
The cheers having died down a bit erupt once more. They slide into the ring and walk past The V-List, not batting them an eye lid. They climb a turnbuckle each and raise the Tag Titles in the air. They jump back down and hand the titles over to the referee, who raises them up to signify a title match. Lance and Hank play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first. Hank wins choosing paper over Lance's rock. Lance gets out and walks around ringside, slapping hands with fans as the bell rings, and Hank and Fraggle lock up. Hank forces Fraggle back a few steps, and they are about to hit the corner when Fraggle trips Hank and he hits his head on the turnbuckle. Sideshow dives off the apron and tries to dive into Lance, but Lance sidesteps him and Sideshow gets a face full of the guardrail. He gets up and the two begin to battle on the outside.
Gould: Didn't take long at all for this to happen, eh?
Torres: That's the name of the game, Gould.
Lance throws several punches to Sideshow, who proceeds to throw some back, the two men going shot for shot. Hank is on the inside, putting a royal beatdown on Fraggle, sending him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, and then down to the mat with a headscissors takedown that has enough on it to send Fraggle almost out of the ring. Fraggle gets up, now on the apron, and hops onto the top rope, springboarding off and hitting Hank with a forearm to the head. He then picks him up and tosses Hank out of the ring into the dumpster. The problem here is that Lance would also need to be thrown in the dumpster, but he and Sideshow are in the crowd now, throwing shots back and forth still.
Torres: Doesn't it seem like our matches get thrown into the crowd a lot?
Gould: Yeah, sorta. You'd think people would find more creative things to do during these...
Sideshow tosses Lance back over the guardrail to ringside quickly, then dives over the guardrail and takes him down as he slowly gets back up. He really starts laying into Lance now, with several hard shots to the head. He picks lance up and then sends him running into the ring post, slamming his shoulder off of it. Hank is out of the dumpster now and is on the apron fighting with Fraggle, who is in the ring. The two grapple up, and Fraggle looks to Suplex Hank into the ring, but Hank counters and sends Fraggle into the dumpster now with one of his own! Hank doesn't stop there though. He proceeds to dive into the dumpster after Fraggle. After several seconds of the two throwing punches, Hank slams Fraggle's face off the top of the front of the dumpster and climbs out and back into the ring.
Gould: I'd hate to be Fraggle right now. Could you imagine that headache?
Torres: Gould, I'm pretty sure that working with you brings me the same effect as what is going on inside that man's head.
Lance and Sideshow are in the ring now, and Lance tosses sideshow into the corner, who runs and puts his hands on the ropes, hopping into the air and leap frogging over Lance, who ran in for a shoulder block. Instead, Lance goes right into the corner with the same shoulder. He turns around with a hand on it, and Sideshow goes for a boot. Lance catches it, and Sideshow then hits him in the face wit an Enziguiri. Hank comes over though and hits Sideshow with a diving clothesline that absolutely levels him. He picks sideshow up and whips him into the ropes by the dumpster, and then runs at him. Sideshow stops himself at the ropes and ducks, as Hank tumbles over the ropes, although he does stop his fall and land on the apron. But now, Fraggle is up and he pulls out Hank's leg, tripping him and sending him face first into the apron, and Hank then falls into the dumpster as Fraggle climbs out.
Gould: I'm seeing quite a few concussions here, what about you?
Fraggle is on the apron now and arguing with Sideshow about something. Sideshow ducks a Clothesline from Lance now, and Lance instead hits Fraggle with it and sends him flying into the inside wall of the dumpster. Hank is on his feet and is then tackled by Sideshow who dives in after him, but not before he tosses Lance over the top rope and into it. The four men all battle in the dumpster now, and Fraggle is eventually tossed out of it. He rolls along the floor once and Hank climbs up onto the top. He jumps off after Fraggle, and sends him into the guardrail with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that causes the crowd to pop hard! Lance gets out now as well, and as Sideshow tries to get out, Lance hits him hard with a punch to the head that rattles his brains all over.
Lance then goes over to help Hank, and the two double team Fraggle. They pick him up and send his spine right into the steel steps with a double suplex, then they land matching elbow drops onto his chest after he lands on the floor, rolling off of the stairs. Hank grins as Lance rolls him into the ring, picking him up and lifting him over his shoulders like a Fireman's Carry. He drops him with a Miami Vice Driver, and then Hank comes off the top rope and lands the Top Gun Special! They roll him across the ring and into the dumpster, and Hank gets down, pushing one part of the lid shut. He goes to push the second, but is tackled by White Rabbit!
Gould: Why did he do that? He's not a legal part of the match!
Torres: Correction. He's not a part of the V-List on the match card, but anything is legal.
Sideshow begins to stir, and slowly gets to his feet in the dumpster. Carter goes after him, but he slides into the ring and ducks a Clothesline, instead hitting Lance in the back of the head with a forearm. He then takes off the bra he wears to the ring and throws it in Lance's face to distract him. Lance takes a step back and Sideshow runs at him, giving him a high knee to the head and leveling him. Fraggle is now getting out of the dumpster as white rabbit rolls Hank in, and Sideshow picks up Lance, throwing him over the top rope and into the dumpster as well, and they shut the lids, sealing the padlock that is chained around the dumpster.
Rebecca: Here are your winners, and newwww Tag Team Champions.... The V-List!
The crowd unanimously boos the V-List as they hold the newly won tag titles up high in the air and smile the biggest smiles that anyone has ever seen on these guys.
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Suddenly the scene cuts to black. There is no noise; nothing to be heard. After few seconds of silence, a light bulb flickers in the middle of the screen. As the light flickers there is an image of a man standing under it. Scratching of wood sounds through the area. The room falls black again. The scratching can still be heard. The light flickers again to reveal a man's face painted in crow-like fashion. The man has a big smirk on his face. A loud caw sound is heard as the light cuts back out.
Nightkrow
The words fade in and out. The scene cuts to black for a final time.
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We cut back to the arena, and the crowd is ready to go, as the depressing sounds of minors on some violins play loudly through the arena. They continue, and the crowd is silent. Then a more techno-ish sound plays through, and some of the fans start to bob their heads to "Clubbed To Death" by Rob Dougan. There's an explosion on the stage, and suddenly when the smoke dies off a bit, we see Sebastian Jankowski standing on the stage. He looks around the arena, the biggest that NAW has seen yet, and starts toward the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is an Xscape match, for the NAW TV Title! Introducing first, from Poznan Poland... Sebastian Jankowskiiii!
Jankowski gets into the ring slowly and looks around. He runs to the farthest turnbuckle away and jumps onto it, landing on the second turnbuckle. He holds his arms up and does a backflip off of it and lands perfectly on his feet. He then starts to jump up and down, getting the blood flowing well, as he stares up at the stage. His music slows and turns to a piano solo as it fades out, and we hear the opening guitar lick to "Wherever I may Roam" by Metallica. We see Katherine Brock standing there, holding her arms up. She smiles and points to the curtain as the licks turn into a harder riff. Out comes Trent Brown, holding a sword and shield, wearing a kilt and some sort of cape, dressed much like an ancient Celtic Warrior.
Torres: What the hell is this?
Gould: Uh...interesting to say the least.
Rebecca: The next opponent, from Dublin, Ireland... He is being accompanied by Katherine Brock... Trent Brown!
Trent walks down the ramp slowly as the lyrics begin, and he looks from side to side, getting a few jeers from the fans. Katherine is next to him the whole time, skipping along beside him. She smiles and waves to some of the younger fans, and Trent looks completely focused, staring at Jankowski as he gets to the bottom of the ramp, handing his battle gear to Katherine, then taking off the cape and it drops to the floor. He pounds his chest a few times and lets out a scream before climbing onto the apron and getting into the ring. Higgins holds them both to their corners and nods to them as Trent's music comes to a close and we see fake snow falling from the rafters.
Torres: Oh dear God, you have got to be kidding me right now.
The familiar voice of Bing Crosby fills the arena, as a dubstep beat follows and we see a sleigh being pulled from behind the curtain. Santa sits in his sleigh, a sexy looking Mrs. Claus beside him. He tosses some gifts to fans, as does she. They get out of the sleigh and Santa gets into the ring as his music cuts. We then hear a repeating drum roll coming from the stage, and as the attention focuses, we see a marching band, dressed in Confederate Infantry uniforms coming out through the curtain. They continue to play until they fill the stage, then cut in half at the middle and begin playing Dixie, which is when Patrick Sparkman comes out, on his horse again.
Torres: I love how so many people are in touch with their heritage these days.
He rides slowly between the groups of members, nodding acknowledgingly to them, as he makes his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And the final competitor, Patriiiiiick Spaaaarkmaaaaaaannnn!
We get a chorus of boos from the fans as he finishes his ride down the ramp and gets off of his horse, who gets hitched up next to the commentary booth. He gets into the ring and looks back to his band, acknowledging them as they head back into the backstage area, and he goes to his corner. The cage then slowly gets lowered.
Gould: Here we go, what could be the most vicious match in the history of NAW is about to commence. Four men inside a demonic steel cage, and one man will be victorious. It's now!
The cage hits the apron with a thud, and the bell rings. The four men cluster together, throwing wild punches at one another for about a minute before things split off. Trent has Jankowski in a corner now, punching him wildly as Sparkman has Santa down on one knee and is throwing a few good kicks to his gut. Trent whips Jankowski to the other side of the ring, and follows him running. Jankowski gets to the other corner and hops up onto the top turnbuckle, coming off with a spinning Crossbody that takes Trent off of his feet. Jankowski and Trent are both right back up and Trent goes for a monstrous Clothesline, but Jankowski is just too quick for him at the moment. Jankowski throws several punches, but they all have absolutely no effect on Trent as he stands there, a menacing presence. He throws one huge punch after Jankowski stops, and it almost causes Jankowski to do a backflip as he goes down.
Patrick Sparkman on the other hand is making short work of Santa Claus, sending him to his demise with a piledriver, then covering him.
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TWO
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THREE!
Eliminated: Santa Claus
Gould: Wow, wonder what happened there with Santa.
Santa is let out of the cage and Sparkman comes over, behind Trent, planting him to the mat with an Inverted DDT. Jankowski stands over Trent and smiles as he hops up and lands a Leg Drop right onto Trent's throat. Sparkman watches as jankowski picks Trent up and whips him into the ropes. Trent comes back and hits Jankowski hard with a shoulder block. He stomps on Jankowski's chest a few times now, and Sparkman comes in, hitting Trent hard with a Clothesline. Jankowski slowly gets to his feet and Sparkman locks up with him. He pushes Jankowski into the corner, then backs up a step and throws some hard chops to Jankowski's chest. These go on for a few seconds before Trent is back to his feet and pushes Sparkman into Jankowski, causing them to pancake together. He holds sparkman there and backs up, then charges, hitting Sparkman in the back, forcing the two together again. Sparkman falls over, and Jankowski staggers out of the corner. Trent lifts him up as though going for a powerslam, but Jankowski spins around some and somehow manages to turn it into a huge DDT that plants Trent face first into the mat!
Gould: Huge move there by Jankowski, and this could present him with an opening to get an elimination here!
Jankowski crawls over to Trent and covers him, picking up a one count, but Trent kicks out. Jankowski gets up and stomps the mat, then looks at Sparkman, running at him and hitting him with a Diving Crossbody. He gets up and looks absolutely pumped, seeing trent on one knee, and he runs over, hitting him with a low dropkick that causes Trent to do a full backflip and land on his face, flat on the mat. Jankowski looks at his handiwork and walks over to wear Sparkman is, picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. He comes back and Jankowski connects with a Dragonrana, hooking Sparkman's legs.
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TWO
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Trent comes over and flattens Jankowski with a running big boot to the face that absolutely wrecks him! Trent pounds his chest and lets out a battle cry now, and he looks at Sparkman, who is slowly getting up, and Jankowski who has blood coming out of his nose. Jankowski wipes his face and sees the blood, and it's almost a bull-like reaction as he hops to his feet and charges at Trent, leveling him with a diving forearm smash! He gets back up quickly and hits Sparkman with a knee to the head and covers him, but Sparkman kicks out right away. Jankowski gets up and pulls sparkman to his feet and hits him with an uppercut that sends him a few steps back, then he runs at him and hits him in the corner with a stinger splash. Trent is in the opposite corner and Jankowski runs at him, but Trent gets out of the corner and catches him, holding him sideways in front of him. He takes a few steps out of the corner, marching around the ring a few times before tossing Jankowski hard across the ring with a fallaway slam!
Torres: And it looks like that's gonna be lights out for Jankowski, the punk just got lobbed into the cage!
Jankowski holds his back, which just got slammed into the side of the cage, and sparkman picks him up. Trent hits Sparkman though with Brute Force, his signature clothesline, and then looks at Jankowski, who is on his stomach, but is lifting himself up. He gets to his feet and turns, and is hit with trent's Lights Out kick! Trent covers him and hooks the leg.
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THREE!
Eliminated: Sebastian Jankowski
Sparkman and Brown look at each other now as they circle the ring, locking up and Trent starts pushing Sparkman back into the corner. Sparkman plants a foot though and Trent can't force him back anymore, and now Sparkman starts forcing Trent back a bit. Trent finally is able to just throw Sparkman to the mat, then he drops an elbow into the spine of Sparkman, and locks in a Crossface of sorts.
Torres: That looks like it might be pretty vicious.
Gould: Yeah, but no matter how badly it hurts, Trent has to climb out of the cage to get the win here.
Trent lets go of Sparkman and looks at the cage, Katherine cheering him on the whole time. He smiles at her, and starts climbing up the cage. He gets a few steps up when Sparkman gets to his feet. He runs over and grabs Trent by the leg, pulling on it. Trent tries kicking at him, but Sparkman is able to hold his leg steady so he can't move it. Trent lets go with one hand, and Sparkman tugs hard, pulling Trent right off the cage. Trent lands on his tailbone, and holds his back in pain. Sparkman picks him up and whips him into the ropes, then hops into him and hits him hard, sending both men to the mat for a few seconds as the crowd pops at the shot.
Gould: Here it goes, this is where it counts. Whichever one of these guys can climb out of the cage will win the match and become our second NAW TV Champ!
Sparkman is up and to his feet, looking at Trent, who is getting up slightly more slowly. Trent is to his feet and Sparkman runs at him, hitting a swinging Neckbreaker that puts them both on the mat again. Sparkman gets up and picks up Trent, lifting him and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. Sparkman hurries over to the cage and starts to climb it, and Trent gets up and follows him up. The two men are almost to the top now and Sparkman sees Trent is climbing up quickly, and is almost next to him. They both get to the top and sit with one leg on either side of the cage. They start to punch each other, each of them trying to knock the other one off of the top and back into the ring, but neither man falls. Trent lets loose on Sparkman now, throwing punches wildly, but Sparkman is able to keep his hold on the top of the cage and not fall over. Sparkman headbutts trent now, and grabs him by the hair. He dives in the cage, and both men hit the mat hard, the entire ring shaking and the arena erupting in cheers.
Gould: WOW! Both of those men just fell from a good fifteen feet, that had to have hurt!
Neither man moves for several seconds, and Katherine has a look on her face that shows extreme worry for Trent's well being. Sparkman slowly gets to his feet and looks around at the fans, then starts for the cage. Trent is up though as well, and grabs Sparkman, spinning him around and kicking, but Sparkman catches his foot and shoves him back. Trent comes back at him, but Sparkman knees him in the ribs, then drops him with a Piledriver! Sparkman climbs up the cage, getting to the top and seeing Trent slowly starting to stir, and he climbs down the other side as his music hits!
Rebecca: Your winner, and new NAW TV Champion... Patrick Sparkmannnnn!
Sparkman gets to his feet as Trent stomps the mat in anger a few times as the cage slowly raises up. Patrick takes the belt and holds it high, then proceeds to point to it and shrug before wrapping it around his waist. He smiles and mounts his horse, then grabs his Confederate Flag and rides up the ramp before Trent and Katherine could even think about doing anything.
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We get another video package, this one featuring Gunner Hughes and Virgil Keenan. We see Gunner's backstage interview with Barry Lincoln where he gives the "Beat the Clock" challenge to Virgil. We get their matches, and see the final on the clock where Virgil won by just a few seconds. We then see the two stare each other down, Virgil at the booth, Gunner in the ring.
We then cut to the contract signing. Each man signs the contract. They then brawl, and Virgil gets out of the ring. We hear Virgil announce the stipulation, and we fade to black now.
The Carrier Dome is electric as "Yonkers" blares over the PA, and the crowd is mixed, but we have a lot of smarks in the audience who are cheering very loudly for Virgil, essentially overpowering the boos. After several seconds, we get a slight explosion and Virgil comes out, holding his arms up high and nodding his head. He heads down the ramp and holds his hands around his mouth.
Virgil: REJOICE MOTHERFUCKER!
He slides into the ring now and holds his arms, and American Championship, high in the air, nodding his head as he does to notify the crowd who the boss is, in his eyes at least. He goes to his corner as we hear a gun shot blast through the arena, and the crowd erupts as "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits. Another huge explosion of the stage pyros and Gunner appears on the stage behind them, his NAW Championship over one shoulder, a smirk on his face. He walks out onto the stage and holds his arms high, garnering a huge amount of cheers from the crowd.
Gould: Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. A monster among men. He's undefeated here in NAW, dating all the way back to when we were WBSW, where he was also undefeated.
Torres: I won't lie, the man isn't bad. But if anyone can take him down, Virgil Keenan has to be that man.
Gunner smiles and walks down the ramp slowly, high fiving the occasional kid in the front row of the crowd. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring, holding his belt high in the air to get another huge pop from the crowd before going to his corner and his music cuts. The crowd is on their feet now as both men stare each other down. Barry Lincoln gets into the ring with a microphone in hand.
Lincoln: The following match is a Thirty Minute Ironman match! The match will go on for a consecutive thirty minutes, and at the end of the time limit, the bell will ring. The competitor with the most falls to his name when time hits will be declared the winner and NAW Champion!
A huge crowd pop.
Lincoln: Introducing first, to my left, he hails from St. Johns, Newfoundland... VIRGILLLL KEEEEEENANNNNN!
Virgil gets quite a mixed reaction from the fans, but he gets quite a few cheers from some fans, creating an interesting mix.
Lincoln: And his opponent, from Oregon... He is the current NAW Champion... GUNNNERRRRRRR HUUUUUUGHEEESSS!
The crowd explodes as Gunner's name is announced and he holds his belt high in the air before giving it to Eddie Higgins, who folds it and hands it off. He looks at both men for a few seconds, making sure they stay in their corners, and nods, the bell rings, and the timer starts to countdown from thirty. They share a collar-elbow tieup in the center of the ring, and Gunner uses his brute strength to force Virgil into the ropes. He whips Virgil into the opposite ropes, and Virgil grabs the top rope to stop himself from running back. They meet in the center of the ring again, and Virgil ducks a huge swing from Gunner. He turns around quickly and looks for a Dropkick, but Gunner swats him out of the way with ease. Virgil is back up and runs at Gunner, ducking another clothesline, coming back and hitting Gunner with a diving Clothesline of his own. Gunner is forced back to the ropes, but doesn't fall over. Virgil runs at him and Gunner leans forward, scooping Virgil over his shoulder, and virgil spills out of the ring, but manages to keep his balance and land on the apron. Gunner turns around and heads toward virgil, who pokes his head between the ropes and hits Gunner in the gut with it, then proceeds to land a Sunset Flip over the top rope for a cover on Gunner, but he doesn't even pick up a one count.
Gould: Not so fast, Virgil. Gonna have to put some work in if you want to win here.
Both men are back up, and Gunner is able to lay into Virgil with three or four right hands, but Virgil ducks the next one. Both men turn simultaneously, and this time Gunner outsmarts Virgil, hitting him hard with a shoulder tackle. He gets up and stomps on Virgil's chest a few times, but Virgil grabs his leg at one point and twists it, forcing Gunner off of his feet. Gunner spins and lands on his face, and this gives Virgil some time. Virgil runs to the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope, turning and hitting Gunner in the side of the head now with a shin. He covers again.
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Kickout!
Virgil gets up and grabs Gunner, who gets to his feet and shoves Virgil back. Virgil comes at him, but Gunner lifts him and spins, sending him into the mat with a Powerslam. He picks Gunner up and shoves his head into the fold of his arm, putting an arm on Virgil's back and falling, planting Virgil into the mat with a DDT. He covers.
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Kickout!
Gunner gets up again and lays into Virgil with right hands, then gets up and stomps on him a few times before taking a step back and looking real fierce, setting up to get ready for his patented Buckshot. Virgil gets to his feet and wisely falls back quickly, causing Gunner to miss the kick as Virgil rolls out of the ring for a few seconds, looking to collect himself. Gunner sees the plan and gets out of the ring himself, coming to Virgil and grabbing him, whipping him into the guardrail as Eddie Higgins yells out to the two that they need to get back into the ring. Gunner wraps Virgil's arms around the top of the rail, then throws three knife-edged chops to his chest. Virgil grabs his chest and falls to the mat as Gunner grabs him by the mask, lifting him onto one shoulder and dropping his chest now onto the guardrail. Virgil hits the floor on the other side, into the audience, and Gunner lifts him, tossing him ruthlessly toward the ring. He grabs Virgil yet again and whips him into the ring stairs, but Virgil extends an arm and instead vaults himself over them.
Torres: Very nice skill move by Virgil there. You'd think he'd just let the stairs eat him up, but he's a smart cookie. Gunner's in for quite the treat here, and I don't think he's actually ready for it.
After a little under a minute of back and forth right hands, the men are back into the ring now. Gunner is to his feet first and hits Virgil with a huge Clothesline that causes the arena to pop loudly. He picks Virgil up and whips him into the far turnbuckle, but Virgil grabs the ropes with both hands and stops himself, sending himself high in the air, then lands on his feet. He turns around and sees Gunner coming at him, so he drops quickly and trips Gunner up, who lands face first into the top turnbuckle. He gets to his feet, behind Gunner now, and as Gunner backs into him, he locks in a Half Nelson, then wraps his other arm around Gunner's waist and connects with a weak Half Nelson suplex, getting Gunner to land hard on his neck. Virgil hurries with a crawl over to Gunner, covering and hooking the leg.
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TW--Shoulder up!
The clock continues to wind down, and both men are still looking for their first fall. We get some great moves over the next series of moments. Virgil had just hit a belly to back suplex that put Gunner onto the back of his neck again, but still couldn't pick up a fall. He picks Gunner up and Gunner takes control, grabbing Virgil and whipping him into the ropes. He then runs after Virgil, and as Virgil bounces and comes back, Gunner hits him with a huge Clothesline that causes a full backflip from Virgil, landing on his stomach. Gunner smiles as he slaps his thigh a few times, the crowd picking up a lot as far as cheers. He picks Virgil up and whips him into the ropes, and Virgil bounces off, coming back, and Gunner just about takes his head off with a Buckshot! Gunner drops to cover Virgil.
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Gould: Gunner with the first fall, and they say the first one sets the tone for the rest of the match. Sign of things to come?
Torres: Well, they also say quit while you're ahead, but Gunner isn't able to do that, so...
Gunner gets to his feet and looks at the tron to get the reading. The one pops up in his column to read "Gunner: 1, Virgil: 0, 21:38 Remaining." He smiles as he leans on the turnbuckle, as Virgil gets to his feet and leans as well, each of them maximally utilizing the 30-second rest period that comes after every fall. When the thirty seconds is up, a bell rings to let everyone know. Gunner comes full blast out of his corner, sending Virgil hard to the mat with a huge Spear, and the crowd erupts as he lays into Virgil with right hands. He covers and hooks a leg.
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Gunner gets to his feet and picks Virgil up, whipping him into the nearest corner. He runs after, hitting Virgil hard with a Stinger Splash, and Virgil staggers out, Gunner hitting him hard with a Clothesline that absolutely flattens him. Gunner then lands a vicious elbow drop right onto the chest of Virgil. He gets up and drops another. He then picks Virgil up, lifting him and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He stands over Virgil's head and leans forward to pick him up, and Virgil quickly and cleverly sends a foot up, kicking Gunner in the head and knocking him back. Virgil hops to his feet and runs, hitting a Crossbody on Gunner that sends them into the corner, and Virgil hits the mat, but rolls from his back to his stomach and hops right back up, running again and this time hitting a quick Shining Wizard into the corner, then jumping to the top rope and sending Gunner forward and onto his back with a quick Dragonrana and a leg hook for a cover!
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Gunner is able to grab the bottom rope and break the count!
Virgil hops to his feet and grabs Gunner roughly by his head, picking him up and slamming him face first into the turnbuckle a few times, then tossing him carelessly out onto the floor. He smirks arrogantly as he runs to the opposite rope, then comes back and dives through the ropes, sending Gunner into the guardrail with a diving Spear. He gets right back to his feet and picks Gunner up, dragging him and slamming him into the ringpost, then pulling him back and doing it again. His smile is gone now as he stands back and waits as Gunner picks himself up off the floor. Gunner turns and Virgil hits Backblitz! He gets right to his feet and kicks the ribs of the champ a few times before rolling him into the ring, and hopping up onto the apron. He poses and smiles, then hops onto the top rope, hitting the dazed champion who is now on his feet with a forearm and sending him right to the mat. Gunner is able to roll through and hop up onto one knee, but he stays the for a second, which is a second too long as Virgil runs to the ropes behind Gunner and hits him in the back of the head with his signature SAF and covers.
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THREE!
Gould: All tied up at just before the halfway point. This could turn into a fun contest.
After the quick fall there to even the count, we are at a little over 16 minutes left, and both men are forced to stay in their corners for the thirty second rest period. As soon as it's over the bell sounds, and they both come toward the center of the ring, clearly the match is wearing them out. They lock up, and Virgil is somehow able to take advantage of this one, sending Gunner to the mat, picking him up, and sending him back down again with two arm drags in a row. He covers, but Gunner swiftly gets out of it. Virgil goes to the legs of the champ and looks to be setting up a Texas Cloverleaf, but Gunner kicks him hard nad sends him into the corner. Gunner then gets to his feet and runs at the corner, looking for a big boot, but Virgil ducks and slides out of the ring quickly, Gunner hitting the top of the corner post instead. virgil slides back in and is able to quickly connect with a German suplex, bridging with it for the pin.
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T--Gunner is able to fall out of it.
He gets to his feet but is leveled by a clothesline from Virgil, and both men are down for several seconds. Gunner is surprisingly to his feet first, and he lifts Virgil as well, but Virgil acts quickly and is able to connect a quick Neckbreaker, putting them both back on the mat. He crawls and puts an arm over Gunner, but Higgins refuses to count because Gunner has a leg underneath a rope. Virgil doesn't realize it for a few seconds though, and we hear the announcement that we have passed the half way point in the match. Virgil drags Gunner to the center of the ring and covers again.
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Shoulder up!
Virgil presses it back down.
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Kickout!
Virgil gets to his feet and picks Gunner up, landing three headbutts hard on him, and knocking him back into the corner with each one. Gunner leans on the turnbuckles and Virgil looks for a few kicks to the ribs, but Gunner grabs his leg and moves forward, forcing Virgil back. He then turns around and throws Virgil into the corner, coming in and hitting him with a huge Clothesline. He then throws a few punches to the side of Virgil's head, then lifts him so virgil is sitting on the top rope. He climbs up onto the second rope and puts an arm around the back of Virgil's neck and leans him forward, grabbing Virgil's tights with his other hand and motions, looking for a Superplex, but Virgil doesn't budge. He tries again, but still nothing. Virgil lands a few punches to the ribs of Gunner, and Gunner headbutts Virgil. This sends Virgil backwards, with Gunner falling out as well, and Virgil hits the floor outside hard on his back, with Gunner landing on his neck!
Gould: Oh my God, I think Gunner could be paralyzed! They need to call the match, I'm pretty sure Gunner is unable to compete!
Torres: I'm sure you're just overreacting, and he's faking. There's no way he's actually hurt from that.
Gould: Are you kidding me? He just fell from that high and landed on his neck! I'm pretty sure that's cause for alarm.
After a long wait for the fans, and even the medical crews even starting to make their way to the downed superstars, Virgil shows signs of life. He gets to his feet and sees Gunner flat on the floor, not moving even a little bit. He looks at the medics, who hold an arm out to tell him to step back. They start checking on Gunner, and Higgins checks in as well, wanting to know if he has to cancel it. Gunner gets to his feet slowly, the medics still checking on him and he keeps shaking his head, audibly shouting that he's fine. Virgil looks at the tron, the clock winding down, as he runs and slides into the ring, while Gunner is still arguing with the medical team as he tries to turn his head, but can't. Higgins sighs as he starts the count out count. (.....1 .....2) Virgil stands in the center of the ring, and Gunner makes his way to the ring and slides in. Virgil ambushes him with a lot of stomps, and picks him up, whipping him into the ropes. Gunner comes back and shoulder blocks right into Virgil, wiping him out as Gunner drops to a knee himself. He gets up as Virgil does simultaneously, and the two stare each other down. Virgil runs at Gunner, who sends him down with a Sidewalk slam. He covers.
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Kickout!
Gunner sighs as he looks up at the screen, seeing the tied score, and he picks Virgil up, whipping him into the ropes and Virgil comes back, hitting Virgil with a running Neckbreaker. He gets up and goes right for his Texas Cloverleaf. He locks it in and Gunner begins to struggle to reach a nearby rope. He keeps stretching to reach it, but can't quite get to it. He stretches a bit more, and Virgil realizes how close Gunner is, then proceeds to lift and drag Gunner closer to the center of the ring. Gunner keeps fighting the thought of tapping out though, and the crowd is going nuts. Virgil holds the lock in tighter and tighter, facing the screen and staring as the clock ticks downward. They're in the final 10 minutes now, and Gunner lets out a huge shout of agony before tapping out furiously. Eddie Higgins tells Virgil to let go as the bell rings a few times to signify a fall. The screen reads "Virgil: 2, Gunner: 1, 9:48 remaining" and he smiles, then looks to Gunner, who is grabbing his leg and he leans on the opposite turnbuckle.
Gould: Just over two-thirds finished, and Virgil has a 2-1 lead, what are your thoughts?
Torres: I honestly am in total shock that Virgil isn't up about six falls here, Gould. This hasn't been Gunner's best outing, and I think he's met his match.
The thirty second rest period ends, and the men lock up, Virgil getting the upperhand again right away with a quick trip up that gets turned into a crossface submission maneuver. Gunner is able to reach the rope with ease, and Virgil lets go, then picks Gunner up and drops him with an Inverted DDT. Gunner holds the back of his neck and Virgil rolls him onto his back and covers.
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Kickout!
Virgil grabs Gunner and pulls him to the corner, sitting on the top rope and spinning around with a kick from the corner and drops Gunner with a Tornado DDT. He gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and springboards off with a moonsault and another cover, but a quick kickout by Gunner ruins it. Virgil gets up, clearly showing no issues with it, and he leans on the ropes. Gunner gets to one knee and Virgil runs at him, hitting a swinging neckbreaker and hurrying to his feet, holding his arms high as he keeps glancing up to the screen. Move after move keeps Gunner down, and keeps the clock running. A suplex, a ddt, a few different neck and back breakers. Another pin attempt that ends in a two count. Virgil just stands over Gunner now, who is struggling to stay on his feet as the clock runs down to three minutes.
Virgil grins as Gunner is on one knee trying to catch his breath, Virgil runs to the opposite ropes, comes back, and is floored by Gunner with a gargantuan clothesline that puts the entire crowd on their feet! Gunner gets up now and lays a few huge stomps into the chest of Virgil, and the crowd pops with each of them. He is ruthless now as he gets on one knee and lays into him, shot after shot to the face of the smaller competitor. He covers, gets a one. He throws some more shots to the face, then gets to his feet. He points to his leg and smiles, then grabs Virgil. The clock ticks down to a minute. He whips Virgil into the ropes and Virgil comes back, as Gunner hits Buckshot! He covers,
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THREE!
Gould: It's tied up now and we have less than a minute remaining! Think we'll get overtime?
Torres: Nah, Gunner's well worn out, I think Virgil will get the next fall here in a few seconds.
At fifty-five seconds remaining, we are tied. The thirty second rest period leaves us at twenty-five. Virgil runs and immediately hits Gunner with a takedown spear, and looks to set up the Texas Cloverleaf, but Gunner resists. Fifteen seconds, and Gunner is squirming around, but is clearly worn down, and the damage may be done. Ten seconds and Virgil has him on his stomach and starts the lock, and he gets it locked in! The crowd counts down with the clock as Virgil adds more and more pressure, Gunner staring at the timer and close to tapping! Five seconds, but Gunner fights through it! Three...two...one...! The timer runs out and Gunner still didn't tap. The bell rings to signify the end of the time period, and Virgil won't let go! Higgins comes over and starts a count before just disqualifying Virgil. Virgil takes the whole count and finally slams Gunner's legs to the mat in anger.
Lincoln: Ladies and gentlemen, the time period has ended with the competitors tied at two falls a piece. Since this is a title match, this means the beginning of a sudden death overtime. The next competitor to score a fall over his opponent wins the match!
The crowd pops as Gunner gets to his feet, trying to walk off the hurt in his legs, and Virgil hops up and down in his corner, ready to go. The bell rings, and the men lock up again. Gunner looks to go for a clothesline type attack, but Virgil ducks it and locks up from behind him. Gunner throws an elbow that forces Virgil to not do anything yet, and he is able to unlock Virgil's arms and push him back. Virgil backs up and Gunner spins around, then is met with a few kicks to the ribs. He catches one of Virgil's legs, and Virgil hops on one leg for a second or two, then is able to unload on Gunner with an Enziguiri! He covers
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THRE--NO!
Gunner has a shoulder up just in time, and Virgil is fuming now. He gets up and pulls Gunner to the corner, slamming his face into the turnbuckle several times, a slight pop from the crowd with each shot. He then tosses Gunner to the ground with force and climbs to the top rope. He comes down with a Diving Elbow Drop, then immediately locks in his Texas Cloverleaf. After a few seconds of struggling, Gunner gives up and taps out to the hold. "Yonkers" plays over the PA and Virgil drops the legs of the now former champion and holds his arms up high.
Lincoln: Here is your winner and the neewwwwww NAW Champion.... Virgilllll KEEEEEEEENNNAAAAANNNNNN!
Virgil is handed the belt and holds it high in the air as we get a loud reaction, though somewhat mixed, but with a lot of cheers. Virgil almost seems like he can't believe it, the look on his face, he goes to each turnbuckle and points to it, an almost arrogant grin on his face at each corner though.
Gould: Wow! Virgil keenan has won the NAW Championship and ended Gunner's undefeated streak, all in one shot!
Torres: Yeah, I feel like that's a hall of fame nomination in itself, eh, Gouldy?
Gould: Wouldn't go that far, Jim.
Virgil smiles as he backs up the ramp and stares down at Gunner, who is still in the ring, leaning against the opposite ropes as we fade to black.
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The show opened with "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark playing over a video package of all the latest rivalries. V-List and Vice Squad and Gunner vs Virgil led the way in the package, and then we open up in the arena, with the crowd on fire.
Gould: Wow! The crowd is electric tonight in the Carrier Dome as we gear up for Spring Breakdown! We have all the best action in store for you, and it's all tonight!
Torres: That's right, Gould. We have the V-List, we have Virgil Keenan, we have Guidance Counselor Craig, and we also have Patrick Sparkman tonight!
Gould: And we have Gunner Hughes, Sebastian Jankowski, and the Vice Squad.
The crowd is loud and explosive as the lights dim and the opening riff to "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus blares on the system. The lights dim as the opening riff begins. A wall of blood red beams shines down in front of the entry way. As the Madman eventually steps out, the crowd gives a truly mixed reaction. The red beams begin to rapidly flicker on and off while the Madman raises both fists into the air and roars.
Gould: Here comes a man who has wasted absolutely no time making his mark on this company. He's one hell of a wrestler, and those who don't like him, I'm pretty sure just don't understand him.
Torres: What are you talking about, Gould? This man is a maniac. A lunatic. A nutjob! He doesn't belong here, he belongs in the damn looney bin. Shame that nobody else in this place seems to see that though, I'll tell you that much.
The lights all turn a solid red that douses the crowd as they begin getting riled up. The song continues "If you got something to say then come my way!" The Madman moves his fist towards the ring and extends the finger pointing at the ring. "I'm guarded by Satan, I'm riding on Baphomet." He keeps this up while he begins to move towards the ring at a steady pace.
Rebecca: The following match is a Hardcore Match and is scheduled for one fall. Any and all weapons are allowed in this match, but falls only count inside the ring. Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico... Joe "Madman" Maaaartineeeezzzz!
The Madman makes sure to engage the crowd on his way in. "I'll teach you a lesson in violence you won't soon forget." He shouts at members of the crowd; returning insults, jeering, and boos with harsh his own language. Loyal fans of his, mostly roughneck types, begin to shove and clash with critics and detractors of his. "The pleasure of watching you die is what I will get." The Madman urges them on, bumping fists, slapping hands, and giving the sign of the horn to his supporters. "Fight, for what you believe to be right. Clash with all your might." The Madman steps up the steel steps keeping one of his arms raised, giving a "horns" symbol as he climbs to the apron and steps through the second and third ropes. "I laugh at their pitiful cries. They run from the fire in my eyes." Joe Martinez steps into center ring and gives a thumbs up, he runs it across his throat and then turns it upside down as his music cuts out and "Somebody to Love" by Queen begins to play.
Gould: What the--well this is different.
After several seconds of fan confusion, all the questions are answered with the arrival of the NAW's latest acquisition. He stands on the stage in his trunks and t-shirt, both of which read "I'm with Craig" in a bright purplish-pink.
Rebecca: And his opponent... from Normal, Illinois.... Guidance Counselor Craig!
He starts down the ramp, moving from side to side, handing out pamphlets to "help" the people of the audience, and those who get pamphlets begin to boo him. He just shrugs his shoulders, looking as though he is doing nothing to put this on himself, and he gets into the ring. He heads over and hands Martinez the last pamphlet, who just stares at it for several seconds. Craig shakes it, as though trying to speed up the process of Martinez taking it, and Martinez continues to stare.
Torres: Is he gonna be courteous and take the damn thing?
Martinez immediately starts throwing rapid right hands to the face of Craig, and Mark Lansing calls for the bell.
Gould: Guess not, and this match is now underway.
Madman lifts Craig and drops him with a Suplex, and picks him up, whipping him into the corner. He charges and hits him hard with a stinger splash, the crowd starting to cheer him on unanimously. Craig stumbles out of the corner after Madman backs up, and he hits a huge Powerslam that puts Craig flat on his back, and gasping for air for a couple seconds. Madman hurries to his feet and starts laying some hard stomps onto the chest of Craig, each one followed by a quick pop from the fans. He then gets down on one knee and sits Craig up, kneeling behind him and grabbing his arms. He presses his one knee hard into the spine of Craig, who begins to howl in pain. Lansing comes in to see if Craig wants to quit, but he shakes his head rapidly, slowly fighting to his feet. As they get to a standing position, Martinez releases the arms and quickly locks his arms around the waist of Craig and sends him back with a huge German Suplex that lands him on his neck on the mat.. Craig rolls to his side, holding the back of his neck in pain.
Torres: This man is such a barbarian! I'm still not exactly sure why Morgan bothers signing the crazies. These people are a cancer to the company. This poor man might wind up being retired and it's his first match here for the love of God!
Gould: It may have been a bad move on Alex's part to book this match, because, as you said, Craig hasn't been here for a show yet. But to be fair, I don't think anyone else would be in a better position. Martinez is in his comfort zone here, nothing to do about that.
Madman gets to his feet as Craig pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. Madman quickly Clotheslines Craig over the top rope as he spills out onto the floor on the outside. Martinez holds his arms out and lets out a battle cry of sorts, as Craig pulls himself to his feet. Martinez charges and dives between the ropes with a suicide dive that puts them both down for a couple seconds before Martinez is to his feet very quickly. He throws a few more punches at a still downed Craig, then picks him up and throws him head first into the guardrail.
Gould: Wow. The Madman is pulling out all the stops here. I'm pretty sure that if he doesn't retire this guy, he'll have him quit before you know it.
Martinez gets under the ring and pulls out a Singapore cane. He turns to face Craig, who just got to his feet using the guardrail, and he swings the cane. Craig catches it though, so one end of the cane faces each of them. He then forces one end into the chest of Martinez, forcing him back a step, and Martinez then pulls his end, pulling Craig in and they both hit the floor after a vicious diving Clothesline from Craig. Craig now gets to his feet and rolls into the ring while Martinez shakes the cobwebs from the first offense from the opposition tonight. Craig is to his feet and he holds his arms high, getting a lot of heat from the crowd when Martinez slides into the ring. He gets up and Craig throws a few jabs quickly to get some good offense in, which isn't good for a wole lot except a bit of a speed bump. Martinez goes for a huge Clothesline, but Craig ducks it, turns with a bunch of agility and chop blocks Martinez in the back of the knee, taking him down to the mat. Martinez is on one knee now and Craig runs to the ropes and comes back with a huge running boot to the back of the Madman's head, knocking him flat on the mat. He picks Martinez up and knees him in the stomach a few times, then plants him to the mat with a DDT and covers quickly.
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Kickout!
Gould: Not enough to take Martinez out, Craig might be sorry now if the Madman can get a solid footing at all.
Torres: Craig isn't stupid, Gould. I'm pretty sure that he knows what he's doing, and I'm positive that he can win this match. Crazy doesn't make a good wrestler.
Craig gets to his feet and with some quick thinking is able to keep martinez down, then plants him to the mat after a Shining Wizard. He rolls Martinez onto his stomach and looks around with a sort of dazed, but somehow evil smile as he lifts one of Joe's legs and slams it to the mat. Martinez grabs his leg and lets out a howl of pain, and Craig then proceeds to do the same thing to the other knee. He smiles as he takes Madman's legs, but Martinez lifts himself onto his hands and crawls to a rope, where he can get a bit of leverage, rolling slightly and kicking Craig hard to push him away. He gets to his feet and drops Craig with a huge right hand. He then drops an elbow into Craig's chest, then gets up and hits a leg drop, landing one of his huge thighs right into the throat of Craig. He leans back and hooks one of Craig's legs.
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T--Kickout!
Gould: Wow, I think it might just be smart to lay down and take the loss on this one. I know he feels like beating the Madman might get him somewhere fast, but if he loses this match, he could get something real bad.
Torres: He's getting beat real bad anyway. He's a smart guy, I'm sure he'll figure something out.
Martinez is to his feet right away and he picks Craig up as well, tossing him easily out of the ring and getting out of the ring himself. He picks Craig up and lays a few right hands down, then goes to whip Craig into the steel stairs on the outside. Craig counters the whip though, bringing Madman in and sends him right into the steel ringpost in the corner, sending the Madman head first! Martinez holds onto the apron though, so he doesn't go all the way down. Craig gets behind him though and is able to lock in an abdomnal stretch, and Martinez looks like it actually hurts. Craig holds the lock in as much as he possibly can, and Martinez looks ready to do whatever he needs to be let go. Craig pushes him into the post repeatedly, forcing him more and more with every shove. Bad placement though gives Martinez an opening, and he hits Craig hard with the back of his head right in the chin. Craig lets go, and the Madman gets turned around, but Craig gives him a swift chop to the throat, then a Dropkick that sends him tumbling into the stairs.
Craig picks Martinez up and goes to slam his face into the guardrail, but Martinez puts his arms out in front of him and stops it, instead taking a second and grabbing Craig's head and slamming it into the guardrail several tmes. He picks him up and pulls him to the side of the ring with the ramp, and both men start their way up, Craig fighting back and trying to keep things in and around the ring. They alternate right hands until Craig ducks one and gives Martinez a huge Northern Lights Suplex right onto the stage, and you can hear the sound of it throughout the huge arena! Craig gets up and grabs his opponent by the hair, looking around at the booing crowd. He sets up with the double underhook, and is looking for his finishing move, but Martinez lifts him over his head, all in the strength of his back and upper body, sending Craig crashing onto the stage now!
Gould: Oh my God! Both of these men are going to be broken, empty shells before this match is over. I don't know how much they're going to dish out, but it doesn't look good for either of them.
Martinez picks Craig up now as they go onto the stage, sending him right into the wall that supports the video screen! Craig rolls onto his back, holding his face as Martinez looks around, and eventually picks up a huge speaker that sits on the stage. He looks around and smiles wickedly as Craig is slowly getting up, and he charges at Craig as he hits him square in the head with it, sending him right back down onto the stage with just no resistance from the rest of his body. Martinez takes it and slams it into the ribs of the counselor now a couple of times before tossing it aside. He picks Craig up now and pulls him to the edge of the stage, where there is about 10 feet between the stage and the fans, and it's at least five or six feet high. He smiles again as he puts Craig's head in his legs and grabs Craig's sides, nodding his head.
Torres: NO! He can't do this! It'll kill him!
Gould: I hate to say it, but anything is legal in this match!
The Madman licks his lips now, but Craig starts lifting him up just as Madman did before, but Craig can't quite get him all the way over from fatigue, and Martinez drops back onto the stage. Luckily for Craig, Martinez takes a lot of impact in his legs, and this causes him to fall over as well, and both men are on the stage, neither one moving for at least fifteen seconds. Madman does wind up dragging Craig down to the ring and finishing him off with a street sweeper and picks up the victory with a three count.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, "Madman" Joe Martinez!
The crowd is loud as we cut.
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Fruity Flakes
A video package is shown on the titantron. The scene opens in a suburban family kitchen – clean and tidy and done up in immaculate white with the odd homely nick nack. It looks almost too pristine to be a true family kitchen. Sat at the kitchen counter are a boy and girl, aged roughly 6 and 9, both eating some breakfast cereal. They both look at each other and nod and smile as if to say they are enjoying it immensely.
Just then we see a man at the window dressed in all black with a big fake moustache and a black bandit mask on. He spies the box of cereal on the counter and smiles. He is next seen sneaking into the room and grabbing the box of cereal. He jumps up, shocking the children before turning to run away. He runs out the door but before he can leave the yard there is a quick wail of a siren and Lance and Hank jump in to scene. Wearing their trademark 80s suits, they stand in front of the cereal thief.
Lance: Hey Breakfast Burglar, this cereal isn’t for you!
Hank: You’re in cereal trouble now!
The next shot shows Lance and Hank performing several throws, elbow drops and boots to the thief before picking him up and sending him flying out of the yard. The scene returns to the kitchen where The Vice Squad hand the box of cereal back to the kids, who grin cheesy grins.
Boy: Gee, thanks Vice Squad!
Lance: No problem Timmy. Kids, do you want to grow up to be champions like us? Then do what The Vice Squad does and start your day with a bowl full of Fruity Flakes.
Hank: Each bowl is packed full of fruity goodness, giving you 1 of your 5 a day and combined with a bowl full of milk, gives you the enough energy to take on the day. Breakfast is the meal of champions so don't lose a pin fall to the Breakfast Burglar.
Lance: Remember kids, with a little Courage, Confidence and Cornflakes, you too can become champions like us.
The kids eat a big spoonful each, nod and smile and give a big thumbs up to the Vice Squad as a cheesy Saturday morning cartoon style jingle plays over the end of the advert and it fades off.
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We open a quick video package of Vice Squad and the V-List. We see all the most intense moments of their rivalry, including some big moments from the last show when Fraggle faced Lance Carter. Carter jamming his knee and being dominated for parts of the match. We then see Carter hit Fraggle with the Miami Vice Driver, and we see the pin victory. We then cut to the V-List attacking the Vice Squad from behind, and the last thing seen is David Fraggle with a demonic smile.
The crowd is going nuts when the lights cut to black. The creepy piano intro from Nightwish's "Storytime" plays over the PA system. A guitar riff cuts in, and the strobe ligts begin to flash to the tune. The lights flash around the arena and the music continues, the guitar becoming more and more steady. Finally, the lyrics begin, and the lights come back on, the V-List on the stage, looking around at the crowd, who steadily begins to boo them.
Gould: Here come the V-List, hoping to dethrone our reigning tag team champions, the Vice Sq uad.
David Fraggle leads them down the ramp slowly, looking from side to side at the booing fans.
Rebecca: The following match is a Dumpster match for the NAW Tag Team Championships! The first team to throw their opponents into the dumpster and seal the lock win the match. Introducing first, the team of David Fraggle and Euan Dante... The V-List!
Fraggle stops at the bottom of the ring, where the dumpster is already in place by the ring. Fraggle walks to the side of it and climbs onto the apron, staring in at the inside of it and a wicked smile coming across his face. He gets into the ring as he and Sideshow slap hands lightly, then climb up onto opposite turnbuckles and hold their arms high. As The V-List are stood in the ring, the arena lights die down to be filled with a flashing red light and the wail of a police siren. The crowd burst into a chorus of cheers as they know what it means. After several seconds the siren gives way to the excellent 80s riffs of the Miami Vice Theme and the lights return to normal.
The camera lingers on the stage entrance as the Vice Squad seem to be taking longer than usual. Suddenly, out of the curtain comes the front of a car! The crowd cheer louder as the The Vice Squad drive out their trademark black Ferrari Spyder – a mini police light perched on the bonnet and the NAW Tag Team Titles are placed for all to see on the dashboard.
Malcolm Gould: Wow! Have you ever seen anything like that?
Jim Torres: Well this is just plain dumb..
Malcolm Gould: The Vice Squad sure know how to do things in style.
Jim Torres: Yeah, someone should tell ye ol Dukes of Hazzard over there that Knight Rider called, he wants his car back..
Malcolm Gould: That’s the wrong reference Jim.. different shows..
Jim Torres: Shut up… show off…
Lances parks the car at the top of the ramp and both he and Hank jump out of the car, a tag title each in hand. They stand at the top of the ramp and high five each other before making their down the ramp.
Rebecca Martin: On their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 387lbs and hailing from the sun drenched beaches of Miami, Florida, they are the NAW Tag Team Champions – Lance Carter and Hank Sharpe, The Vice Squad!
The cheers having died down a bit erupt once more. They slide into the ring and walk past The V-List, not batting them an eye lid. They climb a turnbuckle each and raise the Tag Titles in the air. They jump back down and hand the titles over to the referee, who raises them up to signify a title match. Lance and Hank play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first. Hank wins choosing paper over Lance's rock. Lance gets out and walks around ringside, slapping hands with fans as the bell rings, and Hank and Fraggle lock up. Hank forces Fraggle back a few steps, and they are about to hit the corner when Fraggle trips Hank and he hits his head on the turnbuckle. Sideshow dives off the apron and tries to dive into Lance, but Lance sidesteps him and Sideshow gets a face full of the guardrail. He gets up and the two begin to battle on the outside.
Gould: Didn't take long at all for this to happen, eh?
Torres: That's the name of the game, Gould.
Lance throws several punches to Sideshow, who proceeds to throw some back, the two men going shot for shot. Hank is on the inside, putting a royal beatdown on Fraggle, sending him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, and then down to the mat with a headscissors takedown that has enough on it to send Fraggle almost out of the ring. Fraggle gets up, now on the apron, and hops onto the top rope, springboarding off and hitting Hank with a forearm to the head. He then picks him up and tosses Hank out of the ring into the dumpster. The problem here is that Lance would also need to be thrown in the dumpster, but he and Sideshow are in the crowd now, throwing shots back and forth still.
Torres: Doesn't it seem like our matches get thrown into the crowd a lot?
Gould: Yeah, sorta. You'd think people would find more creative things to do during these...
Sideshow tosses Lance back over the guardrail to ringside quickly, then dives over the guardrail and takes him down as he slowly gets back up. He really starts laying into Lance now, with several hard shots to the head. He picks lance up and then sends him running into the ring post, slamming his shoulder off of it. Hank is out of the dumpster now and is on the apron fighting with Fraggle, who is in the ring. The two grapple up, and Fraggle looks to Suplex Hank into the ring, but Hank counters and sends Fraggle into the dumpster now with one of his own! Hank doesn't stop there though. He proceeds to dive into the dumpster after Fraggle. After several seconds of the two throwing punches, Hank slams Fraggle's face off the top of the front of the dumpster and climbs out and back into the ring.
Gould: I'd hate to be Fraggle right now. Could you imagine that headache?
Torres: Gould, I'm pretty sure that working with you brings me the same effect as what is going on inside that man's head.
Lance and Sideshow are in the ring now, and Lance tosses sideshow into the corner, who runs and puts his hands on the ropes, hopping into the air and leap frogging over Lance, who ran in for a shoulder block. Instead, Lance goes right into the corner with the same shoulder. He turns around with a hand on it, and Sideshow goes for a boot. Lance catches it, and Sideshow then hits him in the face wit an Enziguiri. Hank comes over though and hits Sideshow with a diving clothesline that absolutely levels him. He picks sideshow up and whips him into the ropes by the dumpster, and then runs at him. Sideshow stops himself at the ropes and ducks, as Hank tumbles over the ropes, although he does stop his fall and land on the apron. But now, Fraggle is up and he pulls out Hank's leg, tripping him and sending him face first into the apron, and Hank then falls into the dumpster as Fraggle climbs out.
Gould: I'm seeing quite a few concussions here, what about you?
Fraggle is on the apron now and arguing with Sideshow about something. Sideshow ducks a Clothesline from Lance now, and Lance instead hits Fraggle with it and sends him flying into the inside wall of the dumpster. Hank is on his feet and is then tackled by Sideshow who dives in after him, but not before he tosses Lance over the top rope and into it. The four men all battle in the dumpster now, and Fraggle is eventually tossed out of it. He rolls along the floor once and Hank climbs up onto the top. He jumps off after Fraggle, and sends him into the guardrail with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that causes the crowd to pop hard! Lance gets out now as well, and as Sideshow tries to get out, Lance hits him hard with a punch to the head that rattles his brains all over.
Lance then goes over to help Hank, and the two double team Fraggle. They pick him up and send his spine right into the steel steps with a double suplex, then they land matching elbow drops onto his chest after he lands on the floor, rolling off of the stairs. Hank grins as Lance rolls him into the ring, picking him up and lifting him over his shoulders like a Fireman's Carry. He drops him with a Miami Vice Driver, and then Hank comes off the top rope and lands the Top Gun Special! They roll him across the ring and into the dumpster, and Hank gets down, pushing one part of the lid shut. He goes to push the second, but is tackled by White Rabbit!
Gould: Why did he do that? He's not a legal part of the match!
Torres: Correction. He's not a part of the V-List on the match card, but anything is legal.
Sideshow begins to stir, and slowly gets to his feet in the dumpster. Carter goes after him, but he slides into the ring and ducks a Clothesline, instead hitting Lance in the back of the head with a forearm. He then takes off the bra he wears to the ring and throws it in Lance's face to distract him. Lance takes a step back and Sideshow runs at him, giving him a high knee to the head and leveling him. Fraggle is now getting out of the dumpster as white rabbit rolls Hank in, and Sideshow picks up Lance, throwing him over the top rope and into the dumpster as well, and they shut the lids, sealing the padlock that is chained around the dumpster.
Rebecca: Here are your winners, and newwww Tag Team Champions.... The V-List!
The crowd unanimously boos the V-List as they hold the newly won tag titles up high in the air and smile the biggest smiles that anyone has ever seen on these guys.
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Suddenly the scene cuts to black. There is no noise; nothing to be heard. After few seconds of silence, a light bulb flickers in the middle of the screen. As the light flickers there is an image of a man standing under it. Scratching of wood sounds through the area. The room falls black again. The scratching can still be heard. The light flickers again to reveal a man's face painted in crow-like fashion. The man has a big smirk on his face. A loud caw sound is heard as the light cuts back out.
Nightkrow
The words fade in and out. The scene cuts to black for a final time.
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We cut back to the arena, and the crowd is ready to go, as the depressing sounds of minors on some violins play loudly through the arena. They continue, and the crowd is silent. Then a more techno-ish sound plays through, and some of the fans start to bob their heads to "Clubbed To Death" by Rob Dougan. There's an explosion on the stage, and suddenly when the smoke dies off a bit, we see Sebastian Jankowski standing on the stage. He looks around the arena, the biggest that NAW has seen yet, and starts toward the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is an Xscape match, for the NAW TV Title! Introducing first, from Poznan Poland... Sebastian Jankowskiiii!
Jankowski gets into the ring slowly and looks around. He runs to the farthest turnbuckle away and jumps onto it, landing on the second turnbuckle. He holds his arms up and does a backflip off of it and lands perfectly on his feet. He then starts to jump up and down, getting the blood flowing well, as he stares up at the stage. His music slows and turns to a piano solo as it fades out, and we hear the opening guitar lick to "Wherever I may Roam" by Metallica. We see Katherine Brock standing there, holding her arms up. She smiles and points to the curtain as the licks turn into a harder riff. Out comes Trent Brown, holding a sword and shield, wearing a kilt and some sort of cape, dressed much like an ancient Celtic Warrior.
Torres: What the hell is this?
Gould: Uh...interesting to say the least.
Rebecca: The next opponent, from Dublin, Ireland... He is being accompanied by Katherine Brock... Trent Brown!
Trent walks down the ramp slowly as the lyrics begin, and he looks from side to side, getting a few jeers from the fans. Katherine is next to him the whole time, skipping along beside him. She smiles and waves to some of the younger fans, and Trent looks completely focused, staring at Jankowski as he gets to the bottom of the ramp, handing his battle gear to Katherine, then taking off the cape and it drops to the floor. He pounds his chest a few times and lets out a scream before climbing onto the apron and getting into the ring. Higgins holds them both to their corners and nods to them as Trent's music comes to a close and we see fake snow falling from the rafters.
Torres: Oh dear God, you have got to be kidding me right now.
The familiar voice of Bing Crosby fills the arena, as a dubstep beat follows and we see a sleigh being pulled from behind the curtain. Santa sits in his sleigh, a sexy looking Mrs. Claus beside him. He tosses some gifts to fans, as does she. They get out of the sleigh and Santa gets into the ring as his music cuts. We then hear a repeating drum roll coming from the stage, and as the attention focuses, we see a marching band, dressed in Confederate Infantry uniforms coming out through the curtain. They continue to play until they fill the stage, then cut in half at the middle and begin playing Dixie, which is when Patrick Sparkman comes out, on his horse again.
Torres: I love how so many people are in touch with their heritage these days.
He rides slowly between the groups of members, nodding acknowledgingly to them, as he makes his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And the final competitor, Patriiiiiick Spaaaarkmaaaaaaannnn!
We get a chorus of boos from the fans as he finishes his ride down the ramp and gets off of his horse, who gets hitched up next to the commentary booth. He gets into the ring and looks back to his band, acknowledging them as they head back into the backstage area, and he goes to his corner. The cage then slowly gets lowered.
Gould: Here we go, what could be the most vicious match in the history of NAW is about to commence. Four men inside a demonic steel cage, and one man will be victorious. It's now!
The cage hits the apron with a thud, and the bell rings. The four men cluster together, throwing wild punches at one another for about a minute before things split off. Trent has Jankowski in a corner now, punching him wildly as Sparkman has Santa down on one knee and is throwing a few good kicks to his gut. Trent whips Jankowski to the other side of the ring, and follows him running. Jankowski gets to the other corner and hops up onto the top turnbuckle, coming off with a spinning Crossbody that takes Trent off of his feet. Jankowski and Trent are both right back up and Trent goes for a monstrous Clothesline, but Jankowski is just too quick for him at the moment. Jankowski throws several punches, but they all have absolutely no effect on Trent as he stands there, a menacing presence. He throws one huge punch after Jankowski stops, and it almost causes Jankowski to do a backflip as he goes down.
Patrick Sparkman on the other hand is making short work of Santa Claus, sending him to his demise with a piledriver, then covering him.
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TWO
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THREE!
Eliminated: Santa Claus
Gould: Wow, wonder what happened there with Santa.
Santa is let out of the cage and Sparkman comes over, behind Trent, planting him to the mat with an Inverted DDT. Jankowski stands over Trent and smiles as he hops up and lands a Leg Drop right onto Trent's throat. Sparkman watches as jankowski picks Trent up and whips him into the ropes. Trent comes back and hits Jankowski hard with a shoulder block. He stomps on Jankowski's chest a few times now, and Sparkman comes in, hitting Trent hard with a Clothesline. Jankowski slowly gets to his feet and Sparkman locks up with him. He pushes Jankowski into the corner, then backs up a step and throws some hard chops to Jankowski's chest. These go on for a few seconds before Trent is back to his feet and pushes Sparkman into Jankowski, causing them to pancake together. He holds sparkman there and backs up, then charges, hitting Sparkman in the back, forcing the two together again. Sparkman falls over, and Jankowski staggers out of the corner. Trent lifts him up as though going for a powerslam, but Jankowski spins around some and somehow manages to turn it into a huge DDT that plants Trent face first into the mat!
Gould: Huge move there by Jankowski, and this could present him with an opening to get an elimination here!
Jankowski crawls over to Trent and covers him, picking up a one count, but Trent kicks out. Jankowski gets up and stomps the mat, then looks at Sparkman, running at him and hitting him with a Diving Crossbody. He gets up and looks absolutely pumped, seeing trent on one knee, and he runs over, hitting him with a low dropkick that causes Trent to do a full backflip and land on his face, flat on the mat. Jankowski looks at his handiwork and walks over to wear Sparkman is, picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. He comes back and Jankowski connects with a Dragonrana, hooking Sparkman's legs.
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Trent comes over and flattens Jankowski with a running big boot to the face that absolutely wrecks him! Trent pounds his chest and lets out a battle cry now, and he looks at Sparkman, who is slowly getting up, and Jankowski who has blood coming out of his nose. Jankowski wipes his face and sees the blood, and it's almost a bull-like reaction as he hops to his feet and charges at Trent, leveling him with a diving forearm smash! He gets back up quickly and hits Sparkman with a knee to the head and covers him, but Sparkman kicks out right away. Jankowski gets up and pulls sparkman to his feet and hits him with an uppercut that sends him a few steps back, then he runs at him and hits him in the corner with a stinger splash. Trent is in the opposite corner and Jankowski runs at him, but Trent gets out of the corner and catches him, holding him sideways in front of him. He takes a few steps out of the corner, marching around the ring a few times before tossing Jankowski hard across the ring with a fallaway slam!
Torres: And it looks like that's gonna be lights out for Jankowski, the punk just got lobbed into the cage!
Jankowski holds his back, which just got slammed into the side of the cage, and sparkman picks him up. Trent hits Sparkman though with Brute Force, his signature clothesline, and then looks at Jankowski, who is on his stomach, but is lifting himself up. He gets to his feet and turns, and is hit with trent's Lights Out kick! Trent covers him and hooks the leg.
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THREE!
Eliminated: Sebastian Jankowski
Sparkman and Brown look at each other now as they circle the ring, locking up and Trent starts pushing Sparkman back into the corner. Sparkman plants a foot though and Trent can't force him back anymore, and now Sparkman starts forcing Trent back a bit. Trent finally is able to just throw Sparkman to the mat, then he drops an elbow into the spine of Sparkman, and locks in a Crossface of sorts.
Torres: That looks like it might be pretty vicious.
Gould: Yeah, but no matter how badly it hurts, Trent has to climb out of the cage to get the win here.
Trent lets go of Sparkman and looks at the cage, Katherine cheering him on the whole time. He smiles at her, and starts climbing up the cage. He gets a few steps up when Sparkman gets to his feet. He runs over and grabs Trent by the leg, pulling on it. Trent tries kicking at him, but Sparkman is able to hold his leg steady so he can't move it. Trent lets go with one hand, and Sparkman tugs hard, pulling Trent right off the cage. Trent lands on his tailbone, and holds his back in pain. Sparkman picks him up and whips him into the ropes, then hops into him and hits him hard, sending both men to the mat for a few seconds as the crowd pops at the shot.
Gould: Here it goes, this is where it counts. Whichever one of these guys can climb out of the cage will win the match and become our second NAW TV Champ!
Sparkman is up and to his feet, looking at Trent, who is getting up slightly more slowly. Trent is to his feet and Sparkman runs at him, hitting a swinging Neckbreaker that puts them both on the mat again. Sparkman gets up and picks up Trent, lifting him and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. Sparkman hurries over to the cage and starts to climb it, and Trent gets up and follows him up. The two men are almost to the top now and Sparkman sees Trent is climbing up quickly, and is almost next to him. They both get to the top and sit with one leg on either side of the cage. They start to punch each other, each of them trying to knock the other one off of the top and back into the ring, but neither man falls. Trent lets loose on Sparkman now, throwing punches wildly, but Sparkman is able to keep his hold on the top of the cage and not fall over. Sparkman headbutts trent now, and grabs him by the hair. He dives in the cage, and both men hit the mat hard, the entire ring shaking and the arena erupting in cheers.
Gould: WOW! Both of those men just fell from a good fifteen feet, that had to have hurt!
Neither man moves for several seconds, and Katherine has a look on her face that shows extreme worry for Trent's well being. Sparkman slowly gets to his feet and looks around at the fans, then starts for the cage. Trent is up though as well, and grabs Sparkman, spinning him around and kicking, but Sparkman catches his foot and shoves him back. Trent comes back at him, but Sparkman knees him in the ribs, then drops him with a Piledriver! Sparkman climbs up the cage, getting to the top and seeing Trent slowly starting to stir, and he climbs down the other side as his music hits!
Rebecca: Your winner, and new NAW TV Champion... Patrick Sparkmannnnn!
Sparkman gets to his feet as Trent stomps the mat in anger a few times as the cage slowly raises up. Patrick takes the belt and holds it high, then proceeds to point to it and shrug before wrapping it around his waist. He smiles and mounts his horse, then grabs his Confederate Flag and rides up the ramp before Trent and Katherine could even think about doing anything.
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We get another video package, this one featuring Gunner Hughes and Virgil Keenan. We see Gunner's backstage interview with Barry Lincoln where he gives the "Beat the Clock" challenge to Virgil. We get their matches, and see the final on the clock where Virgil won by just a few seconds. We then see the two stare each other down, Virgil at the booth, Gunner in the ring.
We then cut to the contract signing. Each man signs the contract. They then brawl, and Virgil gets out of the ring. We hear Virgil announce the stipulation, and we fade to black now.
The Carrier Dome is electric as "Yonkers" blares over the PA, and the crowd is mixed, but we have a lot of smarks in the audience who are cheering very loudly for Virgil, essentially overpowering the boos. After several seconds, we get a slight explosion and Virgil comes out, holding his arms up high and nodding his head. He heads down the ramp and holds his hands around his mouth.
Virgil: REJOICE MOTHERFUCKER!
He slides into the ring now and holds his arms, and American Championship, high in the air, nodding his head as he does to notify the crowd who the boss is, in his eyes at least. He goes to his corner as we hear a gun shot blast through the arena, and the crowd erupts as "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits. Another huge explosion of the stage pyros and Gunner appears on the stage behind them, his NAW Championship over one shoulder, a smirk on his face. He walks out onto the stage and holds his arms high, garnering a huge amount of cheers from the crowd.
Gould: Here he is, ladies and gentlemen. A monster among men. He's undefeated here in NAW, dating all the way back to when we were WBSW, where he was also undefeated.
Torres: I won't lie, the man isn't bad. But if anyone can take him down, Virgil Keenan has to be that man.
Gunner smiles and walks down the ramp slowly, high fiving the occasional kid in the front row of the crowd. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring, holding his belt high in the air to get another huge pop from the crowd before going to his corner and his music cuts. The crowd is on their feet now as both men stare each other down. Barry Lincoln gets into the ring with a microphone in hand.
Lincoln: The following match is a Thirty Minute Ironman match! The match will go on for a consecutive thirty minutes, and at the end of the time limit, the bell will ring. The competitor with the most falls to his name when time hits will be declared the winner and NAW Champion!
A huge crowd pop.
Lincoln: Introducing first, to my left, he hails from St. Johns, Newfoundland... VIRGILLLL KEEEEEENANNNNN!
Virgil gets quite a mixed reaction from the fans, but he gets quite a few cheers from some fans, creating an interesting mix.
Lincoln: And his opponent, from Oregon... He is the current NAW Champion... GUNNNERRRRRRR HUUUUUUGHEEESSS!
The crowd explodes as Gunner's name is announced and he holds his belt high in the air before giving it to Eddie Higgins, who folds it and hands it off. He looks at both men for a few seconds, making sure they stay in their corners, and nods, the bell rings, and the timer starts to countdown from thirty. They share a collar-elbow tieup in the center of the ring, and Gunner uses his brute strength to force Virgil into the ropes. He whips Virgil into the opposite ropes, and Virgil grabs the top rope to stop himself from running back. They meet in the center of the ring again, and Virgil ducks a huge swing from Gunner. He turns around quickly and looks for a Dropkick, but Gunner swats him out of the way with ease. Virgil is back up and runs at Gunner, ducking another clothesline, coming back and hitting Gunner with a diving Clothesline of his own. Gunner is forced back to the ropes, but doesn't fall over. Virgil runs at him and Gunner leans forward, scooping Virgil over his shoulder, and virgil spills out of the ring, but manages to keep his balance and land on the apron. Gunner turns around and heads toward virgil, who pokes his head between the ropes and hits Gunner in the gut with it, then proceeds to land a Sunset Flip over the top rope for a cover on Gunner, but he doesn't even pick up a one count.
Gould: Not so fast, Virgil. Gonna have to put some work in if you want to win here.
Both men are back up, and Gunner is able to lay into Virgil with three or four right hands, but Virgil ducks the next one. Both men turn simultaneously, and this time Gunner outsmarts Virgil, hitting him hard with a shoulder tackle. He gets up and stomps on Virgil's chest a few times, but Virgil grabs his leg at one point and twists it, forcing Gunner off of his feet. Gunner spins and lands on his face, and this gives Virgil some time. Virgil runs to the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope, turning and hitting Gunner in the side of the head now with a shin. He covers again.
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Kickout!
Virgil gets up and grabs Gunner, who gets to his feet and shoves Virgil back. Virgil comes at him, but Gunner lifts him and spins, sending him into the mat with a Powerslam. He picks Gunner up and shoves his head into the fold of his arm, putting an arm on Virgil's back and falling, planting Virgil into the mat with a DDT. He covers.
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Kickout!
Gunner gets up again and lays into Virgil with right hands, then gets up and stomps on him a few times before taking a step back and looking real fierce, setting up to get ready for his patented Buckshot. Virgil gets to his feet and wisely falls back quickly, causing Gunner to miss the kick as Virgil rolls out of the ring for a few seconds, looking to collect himself. Gunner sees the plan and gets out of the ring himself, coming to Virgil and grabbing him, whipping him into the guardrail as Eddie Higgins yells out to the two that they need to get back into the ring. Gunner wraps Virgil's arms around the top of the rail, then throws three knife-edged chops to his chest. Virgil grabs his chest and falls to the mat as Gunner grabs him by the mask, lifting him onto one shoulder and dropping his chest now onto the guardrail. Virgil hits the floor on the other side, into the audience, and Gunner lifts him, tossing him ruthlessly toward the ring. He grabs Virgil yet again and whips him into the ring stairs, but Virgil extends an arm and instead vaults himself over them.
Torres: Very nice skill move by Virgil there. You'd think he'd just let the stairs eat him up, but he's a smart cookie. Gunner's in for quite the treat here, and I don't think he's actually ready for it.
After a little under a minute of back and forth right hands, the men are back into the ring now. Gunner is to his feet first and hits Virgil with a huge Clothesline that causes the arena to pop loudly. He picks Virgil up and whips him into the far turnbuckle, but Virgil grabs the ropes with both hands and stops himself, sending himself high in the air, then lands on his feet. He turns around and sees Gunner coming at him, so he drops quickly and trips Gunner up, who lands face first into the top turnbuckle. He gets to his feet, behind Gunner now, and as Gunner backs into him, he locks in a Half Nelson, then wraps his other arm around Gunner's waist and connects with a weak Half Nelson suplex, getting Gunner to land hard on his neck. Virgil hurries with a crawl over to Gunner, covering and hooking the leg.
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TW--Shoulder up!
The clock continues to wind down, and both men are still looking for their first fall. We get some great moves over the next series of moments. Virgil had just hit a belly to back suplex that put Gunner onto the back of his neck again, but still couldn't pick up a fall. He picks Gunner up and Gunner takes control, grabbing Virgil and whipping him into the ropes. He then runs after Virgil, and as Virgil bounces and comes back, Gunner hits him with a huge Clothesline that causes a full backflip from Virgil, landing on his stomach. Gunner smiles as he slaps his thigh a few times, the crowd picking up a lot as far as cheers. He picks Virgil up and whips him into the ropes, and Virgil bounces off, coming back, and Gunner just about takes his head off with a Buckshot! Gunner drops to cover Virgil.
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THREE!
Gould: Gunner with the first fall, and they say the first one sets the tone for the rest of the match. Sign of things to come?
Torres: Well, they also say quit while you're ahead, but Gunner isn't able to do that, so...
Gunner gets to his feet and looks at the tron to get the reading. The one pops up in his column to read "Gunner: 1, Virgil: 0, 21:38 Remaining." He smiles as he leans on the turnbuckle, as Virgil gets to his feet and leans as well, each of them maximally utilizing the 30-second rest period that comes after every fall. When the thirty seconds is up, a bell rings to let everyone know. Gunner comes full blast out of his corner, sending Virgil hard to the mat with a huge Spear, and the crowd erupts as he lays into Virgil with right hands. He covers and hooks a leg.
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TW-- Kickout!
Gunner gets to his feet and picks Virgil up, whipping him into the nearest corner. He runs after, hitting Virgil hard with a Stinger Splash, and Virgil staggers out, Gunner hitting him hard with a Clothesline that absolutely flattens him. Gunner then lands a vicious elbow drop right onto the chest of Virgil. He gets up and drops another. He then picks Virgil up, lifting him and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He stands over Virgil's head and leans forward to pick him up, and Virgil quickly and cleverly sends a foot up, kicking Gunner in the head and knocking him back. Virgil hops to his feet and runs, hitting a Crossbody on Gunner that sends them into the corner, and Virgil hits the mat, but rolls from his back to his stomach and hops right back up, running again and this time hitting a quick Shining Wizard into the corner, then jumping to the top rope and sending Gunner forward and onto his back with a quick Dragonrana and a leg hook for a cover!
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Gunner is able to grab the bottom rope and break the count!
Virgil hops to his feet and grabs Gunner roughly by his head, picking him up and slamming him face first into the turnbuckle a few times, then tossing him carelessly out onto the floor. He smirks arrogantly as he runs to the opposite rope, then comes back and dives through the ropes, sending Gunner into the guardrail with a diving Spear. He gets right back to his feet and picks Gunner up, dragging him and slamming him into the ringpost, then pulling him back and doing it again. His smile is gone now as he stands back and waits as Gunner picks himself up off the floor. Gunner turns and Virgil hits Backblitz! He gets right to his feet and kicks the ribs of the champ a few times before rolling him into the ring, and hopping up onto the apron. He poses and smiles, then hops onto the top rope, hitting the dazed champion who is now on his feet with a forearm and sending him right to the mat. Gunner is able to roll through and hop up onto one knee, but he stays the for a second, which is a second too long as Virgil runs to the ropes behind Gunner and hits him in the back of the head with his signature SAF and covers.
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THREE!
Gould: All tied up at just before the halfway point. This could turn into a fun contest.
After the quick fall there to even the count, we are at a little over 16 minutes left, and both men are forced to stay in their corners for the thirty second rest period. As soon as it's over the bell sounds, and they both come toward the center of the ring, clearly the match is wearing them out. They lock up, and Virgil is somehow able to take advantage of this one, sending Gunner to the mat, picking him up, and sending him back down again with two arm drags in a row. He covers, but Gunner swiftly gets out of it. Virgil goes to the legs of the champ and looks to be setting up a Texas Cloverleaf, but Gunner kicks him hard nad sends him into the corner. Gunner then gets to his feet and runs at the corner, looking for a big boot, but Virgil ducks and slides out of the ring quickly, Gunner hitting the top of the corner post instead. virgil slides back in and is able to quickly connect with a German suplex, bridging with it for the pin.
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T--Gunner is able to fall out of it.
He gets to his feet but is leveled by a clothesline from Virgil, and both men are down for several seconds. Gunner is surprisingly to his feet first, and he lifts Virgil as well, but Virgil acts quickly and is able to connect a quick Neckbreaker, putting them both back on the mat. He crawls and puts an arm over Gunner, but Higgins refuses to count because Gunner has a leg underneath a rope. Virgil doesn't realize it for a few seconds though, and we hear the announcement that we have passed the half way point in the match. Virgil drags Gunner to the center of the ring and covers again.
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Shoulder up!
Virgil presses it back down.
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Kickout!
Virgil gets to his feet and picks Gunner up, landing three headbutts hard on him, and knocking him back into the corner with each one. Gunner leans on the turnbuckles and Virgil looks for a few kicks to the ribs, but Gunner grabs his leg and moves forward, forcing Virgil back. He then turns around and throws Virgil into the corner, coming in and hitting him with a huge Clothesline. He then throws a few punches to the side of Virgil's head, then lifts him so virgil is sitting on the top rope. He climbs up onto the second rope and puts an arm around the back of Virgil's neck and leans him forward, grabbing Virgil's tights with his other hand and motions, looking for a Superplex, but Virgil doesn't budge. He tries again, but still nothing. Virgil lands a few punches to the ribs of Gunner, and Gunner headbutts Virgil. This sends Virgil backwards, with Gunner falling out as well, and Virgil hits the floor outside hard on his back, with Gunner landing on his neck!
Gould: Oh my God, I think Gunner could be paralyzed! They need to call the match, I'm pretty sure Gunner is unable to compete!
Torres: I'm sure you're just overreacting, and he's faking. There's no way he's actually hurt from that.
Gould: Are you kidding me? He just fell from that high and landed on his neck! I'm pretty sure that's cause for alarm.
After a long wait for the fans, and even the medical crews even starting to make their way to the downed superstars, Virgil shows signs of life. He gets to his feet and sees Gunner flat on the floor, not moving even a little bit. He looks at the medics, who hold an arm out to tell him to step back. They start checking on Gunner, and Higgins checks in as well, wanting to know if he has to cancel it. Gunner gets to his feet slowly, the medics still checking on him and he keeps shaking his head, audibly shouting that he's fine. Virgil looks at the tron, the clock winding down, as he runs and slides into the ring, while Gunner is still arguing with the medical team as he tries to turn his head, but can't. Higgins sighs as he starts the count out count. (.....1 .....2) Virgil stands in the center of the ring, and Gunner makes his way to the ring and slides in. Virgil ambushes him with a lot of stomps, and picks him up, whipping him into the ropes. Gunner comes back and shoulder blocks right into Virgil, wiping him out as Gunner drops to a knee himself. He gets up as Virgil does simultaneously, and the two stare each other down. Virgil runs at Gunner, who sends him down with a Sidewalk slam. He covers.
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Kickout!
Gunner sighs as he looks up at the screen, seeing the tied score, and he picks Virgil up, whipping him into the ropes and Virgil comes back, hitting Virgil with a running Neckbreaker. He gets up and goes right for his Texas Cloverleaf. He locks it in and Gunner begins to struggle to reach a nearby rope. He keeps stretching to reach it, but can't quite get to it. He stretches a bit more, and Virgil realizes how close Gunner is, then proceeds to lift and drag Gunner closer to the center of the ring. Gunner keeps fighting the thought of tapping out though, and the crowd is going nuts. Virgil holds the lock in tighter and tighter, facing the screen and staring as the clock ticks downward. They're in the final 10 minutes now, and Gunner lets out a huge shout of agony before tapping out furiously. Eddie Higgins tells Virgil to let go as the bell rings a few times to signify a fall. The screen reads "Virgil: 2, Gunner: 1, 9:48 remaining" and he smiles, then looks to Gunner, who is grabbing his leg and he leans on the opposite turnbuckle.
Gould: Just over two-thirds finished, and Virgil has a 2-1 lead, what are your thoughts?
Torres: I honestly am in total shock that Virgil isn't up about six falls here, Gould. This hasn't been Gunner's best outing, and I think he's met his match.
The thirty second rest period ends, and the men lock up, Virgil getting the upperhand again right away with a quick trip up that gets turned into a crossface submission maneuver. Gunner is able to reach the rope with ease, and Virgil lets go, then picks Gunner up and drops him with an Inverted DDT. Gunner holds the back of his neck and Virgil rolls him onto his back and covers.
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Kickout!
Virgil grabs Gunner and pulls him to the corner, sitting on the top rope and spinning around with a kick from the corner and drops Gunner with a Tornado DDT. He gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and springboards off with a moonsault and another cover, but a quick kickout by Gunner ruins it. Virgil gets up, clearly showing no issues with it, and he leans on the ropes. Gunner gets to one knee and Virgil runs at him, hitting a swinging neckbreaker and hurrying to his feet, holding his arms high as he keeps glancing up to the screen. Move after move keeps Gunner down, and keeps the clock running. A suplex, a ddt, a few different neck and back breakers. Another pin attempt that ends in a two count. Virgil just stands over Gunner now, who is struggling to stay on his feet as the clock runs down to three minutes.
Virgil grins as Gunner is on one knee trying to catch his breath, Virgil runs to the opposite ropes, comes back, and is floored by Gunner with a gargantuan clothesline that puts the entire crowd on their feet! Gunner gets up now and lays a few huge stomps into the chest of Virgil, and the crowd pops with each of them. He is ruthless now as he gets on one knee and lays into him, shot after shot to the face of the smaller competitor. He covers, gets a one. He throws some more shots to the face, then gets to his feet. He points to his leg and smiles, then grabs Virgil. The clock ticks down to a minute. He whips Virgil into the ropes and Virgil comes back, as Gunner hits Buckshot! He covers,
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THREE!
Gould: It's tied up now and we have less than a minute remaining! Think we'll get overtime?
Torres: Nah, Gunner's well worn out, I think Virgil will get the next fall here in a few seconds.
At fifty-five seconds remaining, we are tied. The thirty second rest period leaves us at twenty-five. Virgil runs and immediately hits Gunner with a takedown spear, and looks to set up the Texas Cloverleaf, but Gunner resists. Fifteen seconds, and Gunner is squirming around, but is clearly worn down, and the damage may be done. Ten seconds and Virgil has him on his stomach and starts the lock, and he gets it locked in! The crowd counts down with the clock as Virgil adds more and more pressure, Gunner staring at the timer and close to tapping! Five seconds, but Gunner fights through it! Three...two...one...! The timer runs out and Gunner still didn't tap. The bell rings to signify the end of the time period, and Virgil won't let go! Higgins comes over and starts a count before just disqualifying Virgil. Virgil takes the whole count and finally slams Gunner's legs to the mat in anger.
Lincoln: Ladies and gentlemen, the time period has ended with the competitors tied at two falls a piece. Since this is a title match, this means the beginning of a sudden death overtime. The next competitor to score a fall over his opponent wins the match!
The crowd pops as Gunner gets to his feet, trying to walk off the hurt in his legs, and Virgil hops up and down in his corner, ready to go. The bell rings, and the men lock up again. Gunner looks to go for a clothesline type attack, but Virgil ducks it and locks up from behind him. Gunner throws an elbow that forces Virgil to not do anything yet, and he is able to unlock Virgil's arms and push him back. Virgil backs up and Gunner spins around, then is met with a few kicks to the ribs. He catches one of Virgil's legs, and Virgil hops on one leg for a second or two, then is able to unload on Gunner with an Enziguiri! He covers
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THRE--NO!
Gunner has a shoulder up just in time, and Virgil is fuming now. He gets up and pulls Gunner to the corner, slamming his face into the turnbuckle several times, a slight pop from the crowd with each shot. He then tosses Gunner to the ground with force and climbs to the top rope. He comes down with a Diving Elbow Drop, then immediately locks in his Texas Cloverleaf. After a few seconds of struggling, Gunner gives up and taps out to the hold. "Yonkers" plays over the PA and Virgil drops the legs of the now former champion and holds his arms up high.
Lincoln: Here is your winner and the neewwwwww NAW Champion.... Virgilllll KEEEEEEEENNNAAAAANNNNNN!
Virgil is handed the belt and holds it high in the air as we get a loud reaction, though somewhat mixed, but with a lot of cheers. Virgil almost seems like he can't believe it, the look on his face, he goes to each turnbuckle and points to it, an almost arrogant grin on his face at each corner though.
Gould: Wow! Virgil keenan has won the NAW Championship and ended Gunner's undefeated streak, all in one shot!
Torres: Yeah, I feel like that's a hall of fame nomination in itself, eh, Gouldy?
Gould: Wouldn't go that far, Jim.
Virgil smiles as he backs up the ramp and stares down at Gunner, who is still in the ring, leaning against the opposite ropes as we fade to black.