Post by Alice White on May 14, 2013 12:25:44 GMT -5
We see some stills from Spring Breakdown. We see shots from the opening bout with Mike Silva devastating Fizz. We see some shots from the Joe Martinez match, ending with the powerbomb off the stage. We see a few shots from the Xscape match including a big Sebastian Jankowski Enziguiri to Trent Brown and Trent Brown and Patrick Sparkman jumping off the cage and into the ring. We see some from the Dumpster Match. Vice Squad dominating a bit of the match, White Rabbit attacking Lance Carter, then the V-List locking the dumpster. We then see several shots from the Iron Man Match. Gunner pinning Virgil, Virgil pinning Gunner, Virgil making Gunner tap out, and then Virgil with the title in his hands as the photos cut to black.
We reopen to the familiar Meltdown video package. We see some action clips from the past several Meltdown shows. Virgil Keenan, Gunner Hughes, Sebastian Jankowski, Vice Squad, V-List, Patrick Sparkman, Trent Brown, and a couple other superstars featured week to week. This all turns into "Now We Run" continuing to play as we go into the small arena, with a very small pyrotechnic display. Among the signs are "Southern Gentleman" "Rejoice" and "Courage, Confidence, and Cornflakes."
We cut to the comentary booth now, with Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres sitting at the table.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! We just came off of the biggest night of our history just two short weeks ago, and are looking to bound off again really big!
Torres: This is exciting, Gould. We have new champions all the way down the board, and they are all very deserving. Moreso than the past champs, or should I say...chumps...
Gould: You're a real piece of work, you know that Jim?
Torres: Yeah, I know, it's beautiful, ain't it?
We finally hear the opening riff
Sebastian Jankowski vs "X Factor" Mike Silva
The arena is electric right now, with 5,000 screaming fans as the violins in "Clubbed to Death" begin to play, almost eerily. The fans all get loud in a mixed reaction, and after the beat begins, getting some fans into the music, Sebastian Jankowski appears on the stage. He looks around at the fans, jumping up and down a couple of times to get the adrenaline flowing.
Gould: Here comes Sebastian Jankowski, who, despite losing in the Xscape match at Spring Breakdown two weeks ago, still put on a good showing in the match, and definitely showed his worth in the TV Title hunt.
Torres: Good showing or not, he still lost, and he's still no good.
Sebastian starts down the ramp, not paying too much attention to the fans, but giving a small grin every so often.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland... Sebastian Jankowski!
He goes to the side of the ring and climbs onto the apron, getting into the ring and running to the turnbuckle, jumping up onto the top rope and doing a perfect backflip, then holds his arms high as his music fades and he heads over to his corner. The lights black out as Silva's music hits.
Rebecca: And his opponent, The X-Factor... Mike Silva!
The lights immediately come back on and Silva is in the center of the ring, the fans booing him.
Torres: Now here is a superstar. Did you see how quickly he beat Fizz at the pre-show two weeks back?
Gould: Yeah, he beat up a midget. Good for him.
Silva looks at Jankowski and beckons him to bring it, and Jankowski does, wasting no time at all. Jankowski charges and takes Silva out with a Clothesline, and the bell rings to start the match. Jankowski hops right to his feet, having thrown Silva off his guard, and he starts to throw a few kicks as Silva gets to his knees. He throws a huge kick to the back of Silva's head, but Silva ducks out of the way to avoid being knocked out almost instantly. He gets up quickly and connects a German Suplex after Jankowski spins to face away from him from the force of the kick that he dodged. Silva goes for a cover, but Jankowski kicks out right away. Silva gets up, and he grabs Jankowski by the hair. He whips Jankowski to the ropes and Jankowski comes back and hits Silva with a diving crossbody and hooks the legs for a cover.
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TW--Kickout!
Gould: Some fast paced action to start the night off, and not quite a two count there!
Torres: Silva is one awesome competitor, Gould. I don't know if Jankowski can actually pull this one off as quickly as he thinks.
Jankowski lays into Silva with some right hands, and eventually he lets go and gets up. Silva gets up a little more slowly, and he charges at Jankowski, who ducks and sends him to the mat with an arm drag. Silva is back up and is able to swat Jankowski away when he goes for a dropkick, and capitalizes, grabbing Jankowski by the hair and whipping him into the corner. He runs and hits Jankowski with a clothesline into the corner, then holds him there, throwing some kicks to the ribs. He pulls Jankowski out of the corner then and drops him with a DDT. In a few moments, he has Jankowski down on the mat after a nice technical series of moves, all of it ending with a huge Suplex. He covers then and the crowd boos.
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TWO
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Kickout!
Silva looks almost surprised that Jankowski just kicked out of the attempt, and he gets to his feet. He pulls Jankowski to his feet, and Jankowski, while bent forward a little, turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex, and runs to the corner, hopping up onto the turnbuckle and turning around. He watches Silva get up slowly and dives off, getting caught up in the lights and hitting Silva hard with a huge Diving Crossbody, grabbing the legs as they come up with a cover!
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Kickout!
Gould: The match is getting really intense now as they go for pin attempt after attempt, and I don't even know who's gonna win this!
Torres: Both of these men are in this match to win it, and they are both trying to show Alex Morgan why they should get any attention whatsoever.
Jankowski gets back up and picks up Silva, whipping him to the ropes and hitting him hard with a spinning backfist, then running to the near ropes and hitting a top rope springboard moonsault, covering silva and hooking the leg.
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THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner..... SEBASTIAN JANKOWSKI!
We get a pretty decent pop from the fans, and Jankowski holds his arms high, very excited about picking up the win. He goes to every turnbuckle, and hops down from one, turning around and walking right into a huge right hand. He then is Powerbombed. We see a bigger man standing over Jankowski now, and the fans boo loudly.
Silva: Yeah, Jankowski, say hi to my new manager... Big Mike!
Silva drops the microphone as the two head up the ramp as Jankowski slowly gets to his feet and we cut.
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Send it out, Alex
We cut to the backstage area, where Alex Morgan is seen chatting with a crew member.
Morgan: Then the guy grabbed him by the legs and catapulted him right out of the ring and into the railing. It was crazy. Fun match to watch though.
The crew member nods at the anecdote, and Morgan turns to walk away, and he sees Martin and Bloom.
Martin: So it has come to our attention that you don't have number one contenders picked out quite yet, is that right?
Morgan: Well I don't quite have the ideas final yet, haven't quite decided.
Martin hands him a piece of paper.
Martin: Well here's an idea that Mr. Bloom and myself have decided that we wanted to draw up and bring to your attention. You can pick the guys, we don't care so much about that, but we do want to see this utilized. We think it may help in the long term.
Morgan looks over the paper slowly, making sure to catch all the details.
Martin: If you know what's best for this company, this is a great idea to you, too then. Send it out, Alex.
Morgan looks at Martin as he and Bloom walk away, then he looks back at the paper, pocketing it and walking in the other direction.
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The show comes back on from a commercial break. We see an Barry Lincoln standing in front of a NAW logo backdrop. He brings up a NAW microphone.
Barry Lincoln: Ladies, and gentlemen, my next guest will make his first appearance here, tonight, live on Meltdown! He faces Guidance Counselor Greg in a one-on-one match tonight... He's the man who likes to stay in the shadows and keep his eyes on everyone... He is the dark and mysterious... NIGHTKROW!...
Nightkrow comes slowly walking in from the right side of the camera. Nightkrow is wearing his full gear and his face painted up for battle.
Barry Lincoln: I would like to welcome you to the NAW, Nightkrow... You finally make you debut here tonight, live in front of these fans... It's been almost 3 years from your last appearance in wrestling. How do you feel? What's going through you mind right now?...
Nightkrow stares cold into Barry's eyes.
Nightkrow: Well, Barry, for the past month I have been watching the North Atlantic Wrestling, I must say... I see a lot of these wrestlers trying their hearts out there. I see them every night training, preparing, and getting their plans together... But I look around this backstage area, I hear all the chatter, but yet, I still have not seen one or heard from him at all since I've been here... You know who that is, Barry?
Barry shakes his head no.
Barry Lincoln: I'm not too sure who you speak of?
Nightkrow looks straight at the camera with a small smirk. His lips quiver in anger.
Nightkrow: My so called opponent tonight!... Guidance Counselor Greg!... He has yet showed his face in the NAW...
Nightkrow chuckles at the camera. Barry looks a little confused.
Nightkrow: And if he shows up in the ring, Barry, Greg's punishment will be a great start to my NAW career... Greg thought he could step into the wrestling ring and change us wrestlers into his vision, but when time came to do the job... He will know that he failed at every stop he tried.
Nightkrow leaves in a hurry. Barry looks into the camera.
Barry Lincoln: Well, there you have it folks! Tonight, Nightkrow wants to punish Guidance Counselor Greg... Will Nightkrow dish the punishment or will Guidance Counselor reform him! That match is up next!!!
Camera cuts out.
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Guidance Counselor Craig vs Nightkrow
We come back to the arena as "Somebody to Love" by Queen playing through the arena and the crowd immediately begins to boo. After a few seconds, we see Guidance Counselor Craig come out from the curtain, and he has some more of the pamphlets.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Normal, Illinois.... Guidance Counselor Craig!
They continue to erupt in boos as he walks down the ramp slowly, handing out the pamphlets one by one, several fans shaking their head and giving him thumbs down, all that stuff. He makes his way down the ramp and even starts heading around the ring, coming to the commentary table, smiling at Jim Torres and dropping a pamphlet in front of Malcolm Gould.
Torres: There ya go, Gould, he's got a bright future for you at the...Counseling Center of America...
Gould: This is stupid, what is this garbage anyway?
Torres: He's just trying to help, no need to be rude about it, jeez.
Craig climbs the stairs and gets into the ring, taking off his "I'm With Craig" t-shirt and tossing it out of the ring as he awaits his competition. A loud crow caw is heard, and we see a crow flying on the titantron. The intro to "Fight Fire with Fire" is heard on the PA and the crowd has given the stage their full attention. Purple and green spotlights fill the arena, and the crowd starts to cheer, the music and lights mesmerizing them. A video package of Nightkrow in matches in his former feds fills the titantron. They get a little louder when he appears on the stage, looking around and a smile almost ready to cross his face.
Rebecca: And his opponent... From Atlanta, Georgia.... Nightkrow!
After the fireworks come out right next to him, he starts heading down the ramp, adorned in his green tights, purple gloves and boots, and a purple leather jacket with a crow on the back. He comes down the ramp and high fives some of the fans who are reaching over the guardrail to reach him. He stands about halfway down the ramp and puts his hands around his mouth.
Nightkrow: CAAAAAWWWWW!
A few of the fans even respond with a "caw" of their own, and this causes a smile to actually come across him. He finishes his way down the ramp, taking off his leather jacket and climbing the stairs to the ring, getting in and standing in his corner as Craig continues to get himself going, and Nightkrow does the same thing. The bell rings, and both men move in to the center. They lock up and Craig pushes Nightkrow back a few steps, but Nightkrow starts to push back. He throws a knee to the stomach of Craig, and whips him into the ropes. Craig comes back and hits Nightkrow with a shoulder that sends him to the mat, and Nightkrow pulls Craig by the ankle and trips Craig to fall back on his head. Nightkrow pulls Craig to his feet, who shoves him back and when Nightkrow comes back, Craig kicks him in the gut and looks for a Suplex, but Nightkrow throws a few shots to Craig's side, and he lets go. Craig comes at Nightkrow then, but he is hit with a Clothesline.
Gould: A great back and forth here, and it looks like the newcomer came prepared, as did Craig.
Torres: Yeah, but I don't like that they're just putting these new guys right into things. Whatever happened to working your way in?
Gould: He's a great competitor, I'm sure Alex Morgan sees something in him that a lot of other people don't. I have faith in him.
Nightkrow picks Craig up and whips him into the ropes, and Craig comes back as Nightkrow connects a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to a crowd pop. He gets to his feet and smiles as Craig gets up slowly. Nightkrow runs to the ropes, bounding off and hitting Craig hard with a diving clothesline. He covers, but Craig kicks out almost instantly. He picks Craig up again and this time he lifts Craig up and hits a vertical Suplex, and immediately rolls over and picks Craig up into a sitting position, putting him in a sleeper-style hold. Craig tries to pry Nightkrow's hands apart, but the hold is locked in, and there isn't much that Craig can do. He does eventually force Nightkrow to get up and is able to get onto a vertical base, but the lock just gets tighter as time goes on. Craig, in desparation, forces himself backward to try to put Nightkrow into a corner, but Nightkrow drops and turns it into a roll up!
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TW--Kickout!
Gould: Wow! Nightkrow almost picked up the victory right there in his debut!
Torres: Yeah, but great situational awareness saved Craig in this match, and is keeping him alive here tonight.
Nightkrow gets to his feet and is able to boot a downed Craig in the face to put him flat on the mat, sprawled out as much as a person can. Nightkrow looks around, a smile on his face, and he puts his hand around his mouth, letting out a loud "CAAAW!" only for it to be reciprocated by the fans. Nightkrow smiles as Craig gets to his feet, and he hits the Krow's Bite and covers!
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THREE!
Nightkrow's music hits as he hurries to his feet and holds his arms high as the crowd cheers. He lets out another "CAAAW!" and the crowd reciprocates fairly quickly, taking a liking to him almost instantly. He starts to head up the ramp as we cut to backstage.
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Tag Team Rules!
The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle, “Sideshow” Euan Dante and White Rabbit all standing in a dressing room.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Hello my brothers and sisters it is I “The Very Good” David Fraggle and I’m here tonight to talk about the future of NAW. You see The V-List won the NAW Tag Team Titles at Spring Breakdown. However what people don’t understand is as soon as White Rabbit gets involved in V-List business it automatically becomes V-List Circus business. What that means is The V-List aren’t the NAW Tag Team champions The V-List Circus are. I know what you’re thinking there are three of us but only two of us should be champions. My solution to that problem is to announce that when it comes to our first title defence I’ll be the one who decides what pairing out of the three of us defends the gold.
Fraggle laughs as the scene cuts to commercial.
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Sattelite by Rise Against hits the speakers, and James Faulds steps out onto the stage to cheers from the crowd. He raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd's reaction. He carries a mic in his hand, and makes his way to the ring with an obvious sense of purpose.
Gould: Well, here's one of our newest superstars here in the NAW, James Faulds! Looks like he's got something to day.
Faulds climbs into the ring and waits for his music to die down, and for the crowd to settle in a little. Finally, after scanning the crowd for a few moments, he raises his mic.
Faulds: Earlier this week, I listened to that pompous windbag, Jordan Keyser, give an open invitation to anyone on the roster, for a match.
At the mention of Keyser's name, the crowd boos.
Faulds: I know, right? Well, a day later I answered that invitation, and demanded a match. And what did I hear?
The arena goes quiet.
Faulds: Crickets. Absolutely nothing. Apparently, our resident asshole is all talk, because the moment I spoke up, he went silent. Now, I know he's here tonight, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
Faulds goes to the ropes and yells something off mic. One of the ring attendants gets up and brings him a chair. Faulds reaches over the ropes, takes the chair, and sets it up in the ring.
Faulds: Jordan, I'm going to sit right here, in this chair, in the center of the ring, until you come out and accept my match. I'm here to prove to you, to Alex Morgan, and to the fine fans of the NAW, that I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, and I'm here to make an impact in the NAW. So, please, come on out and answer my demand. You...me...in two weeks at Meltdown. I want this match, and I want to put you in your place. Come out and accept, Jordan...
Faulds winks at the crowd.
Faulds: Unless, of course, you're too scared.
The crowd pops, loving every minute of it. Faulds sits down in the chair and waits. Seconds tick by, and the crowd begins to grow restless. They start to buzz, and the buzz turns into a chant.
Crowd: HE'S TOO SCARED. HE'S TOO SCARED. HE'S TOO SCARED.
Suddenly, King of Kinds hits the speakers. The arena goes dark, and Faulds gets to his feet. The music kicks up, pyrotechnics go off, but no Jordan Keyser. Faulds stares at the stage, breathing heavily, obviously anticipating Jordan's entrance. Still, no sign of the Executioner.
Gould: Wait! There's Jordan Keyser on the apron behind James!
Sure enough, Jordan has slipped down through the crowd and stands on the apron behind an unsuspecting James Faulds. His music begins to fade out, and Faulds raises his mic, turning slowly.
Faulds: Just as I-
Keyser waits until Faulds gets nearly all the way turned around. Mid statement, the Executioner leaps up, turning as his feet clear the top rope. As Faulds turns to completey face him, Jordan springs off the top rope, twisting in mid air and grabbing Faulds by the head. His momentum carries him around, and Jordan twists again, wrenching James' head around and bringing the unsuspecting Englishman down head first into the set up chair with a vicious ddt.
Torres: Oh my God! That's the Perfect Execution! Jordan Keyser has just laid out James Faulds with a 720 DDT!
Faulds is motionless on the mat as Jordan gets to his feet. He brushes imaginary dust off his arms and leans down to pick up the mic. Jordan scans the crowd, a devilish grin on his face, and then he drops to a knee and brings the mic to his mouth.
Keyser: James, James, James. You impatient little child. You're about to learn a valuable lesson, young man. A lesson in keeping your mouth shut. You want a match with me? Do you REALLY want a match with me?
Jordan pats the unconcious Faulds on the cheek and shakes his head sadly.
Keyser: Wish granted.
Jordan's music hits as he stands up, staring down at Faulds. He shrugs, grins, and turns, dropping the mic on James' face as he does. The crowd boos as Jordan climbs out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp and out of the arena. We cut back to Faulds laying in the ring, and then fade to commercial.
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Trent Brown vs Santa Claus
We come back from a commercial break to see Santa Claus in the center of the ring, his music starting to fade out slowly and we see a Mrs. Claus walking around outside the ring. Suddenly, we hear the opening to "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica, and the fans begin to boo. After a few seconds, Trent Brown appears on the stage, next to him, holding hands, is none other than Katherine Brock.
Gould: Here comes Trent Brown, and he's very upset about his loss at Spring Breakdown two weeks ago, Jim.
Torres: He's very upset about it, but let's face it, he has every right to be upset. I even feel like that match should have gone to him. No idea how he managed to lose it, but he is definitely understandably upset about it, and I would hate to be Santa Claus tonight, because Trent doesn't care who he hurts, he just likes to take his anger out on whoever.
Trent looks around disapprovingly at the fans, shaking his head and heaving a heavy sigh as he begins to make his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring....Santa Claus!
The crowd cheers for the jolly man, and Mrs. Claus starts to wave to everyone and smile as well.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Dublin, Ireland.... Accompanied by Katherine Brock.... Trent Brown!
The fans boo now as Trent climbs up onto the ring apron and into the ring. He looks around and immediately levels Santa Claus with a huge Clothesline as his music cuts out suddenly and Rebecca hurries out of the ring. Trent lays some huge stomps on Santa Claus now, not even giving him half a second. The bell rings, and the match is now official as Trent just lays a beatdown on Santa. He throws a few more stomps and then drops down and covers.
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Kickout!
Trent looks down at Santa and shakes his head, picking Santa up and sending him down to the mat with a Scoop Slam. He stomps a few more times and then picks up Santa, whipping him into the ropes. Santa comes back and Trent hits him hard with a Clothesline that sends him hard to the mat. Trent then picks Santa up and hoists him up over a shoulder. He walks to the corner and drops Santa onto the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes. He then throws Santa into the corner and traps him there, kicking Santa in the ribs a few times before whipping him to the opposite corner so hard that Santa hits it with a huge impact, then goes flat to the mat.
Gould: Wow, Trent is absolutely ruthless out here tonight.
Torres: And for good reason. He's showing Alex Morgan why he deserves another shot at the TV Title, and he absolutely has to be the best guy out here tonight.
Trent looks around at the fans and an evil smirk comes across his face while Santa struggles to get a proper footing so he can stay on his feet. Trent watches as Santa leans on the turnbuckle, then motions for Santa to "bring it." Santa does and runs for Trent, who goes for a Big Boot, but Santa ducks and hits the other ropes. Santa comes back and hits an unsuspecting Trent with a shoulder block that causes a gigantic pop. Santa picks up Trent and throws a few right hands that cause Trent to take a few steps back, then he hits Trent with a huge big boot of his own. Trent though manages to trip Santa up and get right back to his feet, then motions for Santa to get up after letting out a huge shout. As Santa gets to his feet, Trent hits the Lights Out and covers again.
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THREE!
Trent's music hits as Katherine jumps into the ring and runs over to hug him while Lansing holds his arm high in victory.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... TRENT BROWN!
Trent lets out another shout as we cut.
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The camera view cuts to what appears to be feed from a hidden camera. The view appears to be coming from the inside a correctional facility where several guards are seen standing watch inside a room that resembles a visiting area split in half by a glass partition. Several chairs and booths are lined up next to each other against the partition, each with an additional chair across from it on the opposite side of the glass. The view starts to move towards the row of booths and one of the guards steps out in front of the camera and holds up his hand.
Guard: “Hold on, who are you here to see?”
An arm is seen extending out from behind the camera with a document in it’s hand. The guard takes the document and looks it over, then he looks back up and nods his head.
Guard: “Yep, they’re bringing him up right now…go ahead and have a seat over there in 8.”
The guard hands the paperwork back and motions to a booth that has the number 8 above it, and the view then moves towards it and comes to a rest inside. After a few moments a buzzing sound is heard and a prisoner walks out from a door in the other side of the partition. As the view zooms in, the man raises his head a bit and is revealed to be the grizzled and unkempt former NAW Champion Gunner Hughes. His face is covered with a beard and his messy hair that hangs down in front of it, and he’s dressed in the classic prison-orange jumpsuit. His arms are handcuffed and shackled to his sides with chains and his legs are also chained together. The view zooms in a bit more as he slowly makes his way towards the booth, and when he reaches the chair that’s sitting on the other side of the partition he plops down, raising his head a little further as he peers through the glass. Again the arm is seen extending out from behind the camera, this time picking up the telephone that’s mounted to the left wall of the booth. A guard walks over to unlock Gunner’s arms from the shackles and then Gunner brings his handcuffed arms up and picks up the phone on his side as the guard walks away looking at his watch.
Guard: “You’ve got five minutes.”
He has a stoic look on his face, not looking to too excited to see whomever it is on the other side of the camera, and after a few seconds a man’s voice is then heard from behind the feed.
Man: “Well you look like complete hell.”
A smile slowly forms across Gunner’s bearded face as he responds.
Gunner: “Is that right? And what would you know about hell?”
Man: “Well for one I know that my hell doesn’t have to start until I’m six feet under the ground. But you…well, it looks like yours got started a little early didn’t it?”
Gunner: “I’m surviving, this ain’t exactly my first rodeo.”
Man: “Well that’s good, because I heard stories about the food in here. And I don’t know what that mystery meat was that I saw them getting ready to serve for lunch, but I’m pretty sure I seen it flinching.”
Gunner leans forward and growls into the phone.
Gunner: “Let’s just skip the bullshit ok? What in the hell do you want?”
Man: “What do I want? I don’t want anything Gunner. In fact, if either of us was in a position to need something…I think that would be you, wouldn’t you agree?”
Gunner: “I didn’t ask for your help!”
Man: “I’m not here to help you Gunner….I’m here to offer you the opportunity to help yourself. You know that we always take care of our own.”
Gunner leans back in his seat again, appearing to be unconvinced.
Gunner: “This charge won’t stick….we both know that. I was in international waters, what in the hell can the US do besides just waste my time?”
Man: “Those people in the hull of that boat were citizens of North Korea. The Korean government wants you handed over to them by the end of the week so you can be tried for trafficking and aiding national fugitives.”
Gunner: “Trafficking? Those people were escapees from a labor camp!?”
Man: “Those people were fugitives in the country of North Korea and you aided in their escape. You’re looking at a long time behind bars over there….if you’re lucky.”
Gunner: “And you really think that’s gonna fly in our court system?”
Man: “In ours? Hell no. But by the end of the week it won’t be in our hands anymore and it will be too late. In the grand scheme of the world Gunner, you’re a nobody….just as I am. And we both know that our government will have no problem giving up a nobody to prevent any accusations against them. The only way for this to go away is for you to play ball again and come back to where you belong. Back where you have friends in high up places who can absolve this little setback.”
Gunner leans back in his seat, appearing to be brainstorming on what to do next. He then glances up at the camera with an eyebrow raised in slight interest.
Gunner: “And the NAW?”
Man: “You go back to the NAW and do your thing just as you did before.”
Gunner pauses for a moment and appears to be thinking about the offer.
Man: “Or if you still contend that that lifestyle is behind you….then you can go back to your cell and enjoy your mystery meat and powdered gravy.”
Gunner lets out a sigh as he looks down at the handcuffs and shackles around his arms and legs. Feeling that he doesn’t have much other choice, he looks back up and nods his head.
Gunner: “Alright….you win. Get me the hell out of here and I’ll do your dirty work again.”
Man: “Excellent. You’ve made the right decision here today Gunner. One phone call and you’ll be free by dinner time.”
Gunner: “Like I have a damned choice.”
Man: “Hey, you’re choosing to help yourself…nothing wrong with that at all. Besides, you never should have left…you were born for this.”
Gunner: “Well make your god damned phone call so I can get out of here. I’ve got a wrestling carer to put back on track, so before anything else my first order of business is going to be to smash that twit Virgil Keenan and get my title belt back.”
Gunner cracks an evil looking smile on his face and nods his head in anticipation of getting back inside the ring, but after a few moments the man begins to deliver some more news to him that bursts his bubble.
Man: “That’s going to be a problem Gunner.”
Gunner gets a confused look on his face.
Gunner: “What do you mean? Did he already lose it?”
Man: “No, Virgil is still the champ….but I’m afraid you won’t be getting a rematch with him anytime soon.”
Gunner smiles and appears to start taking it as a joke at first, but then starts to get serious as it sinks in further.
Gunner: “You’re kidding me right? I mean there’s probably another contender in line, but then after that I’m coming to get my title belt. I mean…I’m the f(bleep)cking champ! Virgil might have gotten one over on me but that was only one battle. Now I’m ready for a god damned war!”
Man: “Whoa, settle down there Gunner…you wouldn’t want all of your fans to hear their hero use that type of colorful language.”
The man’s finger is seen coming up and tapping the lens of the hidden camera.
Man: “Hidden glasses can….completely undetectable.”
Gunner: “So let me get this straight….you’re going to allow me to go back to the NAW, but I can go after the NAW Championship?”
Man: “We need you to stay low profile….much lower that you were before. So if you’re going to insist on working in the NAW then we can’t have you flashing around a top title belt and bringing attention to yourself while being employed by us.”
Gunner shakes his head as he can’t even believe what he’s hearing. Being the NAW Champion as all he has known since his very first pay per view with the company…how was he supposed to move forward from there without being able to regain the steps that he had just lost?”
Gunner: “Well then TV title it is I guess. As much as I like Patrick Sparkman as the champ, there’s only room for one…”
The man’s voice interrupts.
Man: “I’m afraid that won’t be possible either Gunner. You see, I had to really pull for you this time. You’re refusal to cooperate with us recently has left the board members feeling a little uneasy about trusting you…and measures had to be taken. Measures that may make it rather difficult to pursue any singles titles in the NAW any time soon.”
Gunner: “What kind of measures?”
Man: “We’re bringing in somebody to help you along your path in the NAW…somebody a little more seasoned with the professional wrestling scene. Somebody who has no problems following orders and reporting back to us to assure us that the investment we’re making today is still paying off.”
Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “Absolutely not…I work alone, especially in the NAW”
Man: “Not anymore. Meet your new tag team partner.”
The man produces a pen from his pocket and writes a name down on the back of the document that he has with him, then when he’s finished he holds the paper up to the glass for Gunner to see. Gunner leans forward and reads the name, then he leans back and shakes his head.
Gunner: “Never heard that name in my life.”
Man: “A former world champion in the wrestling world and you’ve never heard his name before? Well you will hear it. In fact, you’ll be hearing it on the next edition of NAW’s Meltdown….when he’s announced as your tag team partner against the Latin Kings.”
Gunner: “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Man: “I’ve already spoken with Alex Morgan and he made the arrangements….you and your new tag team partner will take on the team of the Latin Kings in your debut tag team match. I sure hope you don’t disappoint.”
The man’s words sink in for a few seconds and then Gunner responds.
Gunner: “Fine…whatever. Singles, tag team…it doesn’t matter. I just want back in that ring. But me disappoint? Don’t let one loss fool you.…I’m still the toughest son of a bitch in the NAW. You just make sure that your golden boy can bring it….and if not then he better just stay the hell out of my way and let me take care of business. I know all about the Latin Kings.”
Man: “Oh I’m not worried about him…I’ve watched some of his old ECF matches and from what I seen he’s a rockstar inside that ring. I’ll make the call and get you out of here tonight…so you just get some rest and get back in shape. We’re counting on your skills Gunner, and I don’t mean as a professional wrestler either.”
The view shakes a bit as the man gets up out of his chair and starts to leave. The guard then comes back over next to Gunner and starts to shackle his handcuffed hands back to his sides. Gunner glances up just as the Guard is about to take him back to his cell.
Gunner: “Hey wait, you said that you already talked to Alex Morgan and got me a match on the next meltdown….but how did you know I’d say yes here today?”
The view stops moving as the man responds.
Man: “Because I’ve known you for quite some time Gunner, and you haven’t changed as much as you think you have. Good luck, we’ll be in touch.”
The guard takes Gunner away as the scene fades.
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Patrick Sparkman vs Joe Martinez
We see the arena and Eddie Higgins in the center of the ring with Rebecca Malone. The atmosphere is electric as the fans get pumped for what is to come next. 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. The lights all turn a solid red that douses the crowd as they begin getting riled up.
Gould: Here comes one of our more recent signings, and a still undefeated talent on the NAW Roster!
Torres: Yeah, but like Sparkman said, who has he beaten, really?
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. 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.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is our main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico.... Joe Martinez!
"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 extends his arm, turning it upside down. "Nothing can save them now. You've learned your lesson in violence."
The fans continue to cheer for the Mad Man as he walks around the ring, getting everyone riled up as "Everybody's Dixie" begins to play, and the fans all excited begin a loud chorus of boos. After several seconds, Sparkman appears on the stage, his newly modeled belt around his waist, and a Confederate flag draped over his shoulder. He smiles and waves to the fans, making them boo him even louder. He nods his head and tips his hat to them, then proceeds to almost march down the ramp.
Gould: This guy is a real piece of work, you know that?
Torres: Yeah he is. He's an inspiration to us all though, look at him! Not just a piece of work, Gould, he's a masterpiece!
Sparkman stands about halfway down the ramp and gazes around at the fans, then proceeds to hold up his newly remodeled title belt, a huge grin across his face. He gets the biggest boos out of them that we've heard all night, and then he finishes his way down the ramp. He climbs up the stairs and wipes his feet on the apron, then gets into the ring between the top and middle rope. He holds the belt high again, then gives it to Higgins, who gives it to the timekeeper.
Rebecca: And his opponent....he is the NAW Television Champion--
Sparkman gives her a look and a quiet "excuse me?" She sighs, holding the microphone back up to her mouth.
Rebecca: My apologies. He is the NAW Southern Television Champion.... Patrick Sparkman!
He nods his approval this time and goes over to his corner as his music starts to fade out as he and Martinez stare each other down. The bell rings, and the two men circle the ring a few times, trying to figure out a quick plan. They meet in the center with a collar and elbow tie up, and Martinez starts to use his weight advantage, and the fact that Sparkman is taller, so it's easier to get low positioning with leverage. He pushes Sparkman back fairly quickly, and Sparkman realizes this, so he he stomps a foot down and stops this dead right away. Now he is able to get new leverage, and pushes Martinez back. He pushes Martinez into the corner and squishes him there. He then whips Martinez, but Martinez holds on and whips Sparkman into the opposite corner instead. Martinez runs like he's going for a corner splash, but Sparkman moves, and martinez catches himself, putting hands on the top ropes to stop himself. Sparkman gets right behind him now with a rollup!
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Kickout!
Sparkman and Martinez both rush to their feet, and they go to lock up, but Sparkman quickly switches it up and turns it into an arm drag, and Martinez comes at him again, opening up the opportunity for another. They both get up this time, and Martinez is fuming, leveling Sparkman with a huge lariat. He goes for a big elbow drop, but Sparkman is able to roll out of the way. Sparkman gets up, as does the Madman, who is holding the elbow that just got drilled into the mat. They lock up again, and Sparkman turns it into an armbar on the weakened arm, causing Martinez to howl in pain. Sparkman can be heard shouting for Martinez to give up, and Martinez shakes his head, furious that the suggestion came up. He is able to turn around, and get behind Sparkman in a fluid spinning motion, then rolls Sparkman up himself from behind.
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Kickout!
Gould: A nice back and forth match between these guys, can't wait to see what we get out of them, can you?
Torres: Just give Sparkman some time to get warmed up.
Sparkman goes for a lariat of his own this time, but Martinez ducks, and Sparkman runs to the ropes, bounding off of them and diving at Martinez and hitting the diving lariat this time. He gets to his feet and looks down at Martinez, then drops to a knee and lets out a bunch of right hands for a few seconds before slowly getting back up and looking around at the booing fans. Sparkman leans on the corner and watches Martinez get up to a knee, then runs and stomps his heel into the side his head, and Martinez turns and falls flat, sprawled out on the mat. Sparkman then proceeds to give a few stomps to Martinez, then stands with a foot on his chest in an arrogant pin attempt.
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Kickout!
Sparkman picks up Martinez and whips him to the ropes, and as Martinez comes back, sparkman is somewhat able to hit him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He gets to his feet and looks down at Martinez, who isn't really moving, he goes to pick him up, but Martinez throws a swing at him quickly, getting him off of him. Martinez whips Sparkman to the opposite ropes now and runs, hitting him with a takedown and starts to grab Sparkman by the throat and slam his head into the mat until Higgins comes over, and Martinez proceeds to let go of him.
Gould: A very aggressive move by the Madman now!
Torres: Yeah, I'm not entirely sure why Morgan would let this overly violent hobo actually in match with Sparkman.
Gould can be heard letting out a sigh as Martinez plants Sparkman into the mat with a DDT. He sits on the mat now, looking at the fans who gave him a nice pop with that DDT and gets some air. He rolls over and pounds the mat once, powering to his feet and grabbing Sparkman by the back of his head, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the corner. He slams sparkman's head into the top turnbuckle and then sends him to the mat behind him with a German suplex. Sparkman is able to get to his feet almost quickly though, and runs, hitting Martinez and causing him to spill over the top rope. Martinez lands on the apron though, and Sparkman comes over and Suplexes Martinez back into the ring. Sparkman gets to his feet quickly, his adrenaline pumping and he smiles as he watches Martinez slowly get to his feet. He puts the head of Martinez between his legs and holds his arms out, the crowd booing, but their tone changes when the Madman is able to pull himself up and flips Sparkman right over him.
Gould: Look at the pure strength of Martinez there, lifting Sparkman right over his head and dumping him into the center of the ring!
Torres: Now was that a display of strength or a last ditch effort? That's the real question people are asking all over the region.
Martinez fell with the impact of that dump as well, but is sitting up, leaning on the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and still leans on the ropes, as Sparkman slowly gets to his feet. Sparkman charges and goes for a lariat, but Martinez dumps him over the top rope this time and out onto the floor. The Madman then backs up a bit and runs, diving through the ropes and tackling Sparkman, sending him into the guardrail and the fans are loud now. He picks Sparkman up and gets him caught up in the rails of the guardrail, and you can see the fury surging through the eyes of the Madman now, his anger clear, almost like some sort of insanity as he ruthlessly starts beating on Sparkman, shot after shot.
Gould: Look at the fury in the eyes of Martinez, this is why he's called the Madman.
Torres: He's called the Madman because he's clearly unstable, Gould.
After several shots from Martinez, Sparkman is still in the guardrail, but isn't trying to get out now as he's kinda worn from the right hands. Martinez walks over to the commentary booth and almost shoves Rebecca out of the way as he grabs the ring bell. He looks at it, then grabs that in one hand and a steel chair in the other.
Gould: Oh no, what's he doing? This isn't legal here!
Torres: I don't think he gives a damn what's legal, Gould, he's just looking to hurt someone now.
Martinez drags both the chair and the ring bell over to where Sparkman is, then drops them and gives him a good right hand for good measure. He picks up the chair, and now Higgins gets in between them, being the strict hardass that he is. Martinez looks very furious now, and is about ready to swing at Higgins, but Sparkman is able to get untangled and throws a right hand that hits Martinez, but his arm hits Higgins and sends him to the floor. Martinez grabs the chair now and goes to swing at Sparkman, but Sparkman puts a boot up and forces it into the Madman's face instead. He looks down at Martinez, picking him up and this time actually connecting with his piledriver, right into the concrete floor!
Gould: Ouch! I think the madman may be legitimately injured after that, Jim!
Sparkman picks Martinez up and rolls him into the ring, then does the same with Higgins, making sure he comes to. This takes a little while though, but it does happen. He then covers Martinez.
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THRE--NO!
It took too long, and Martinez is able to kick out! Sparkman gets up and furiously picks Martinez up and tosses him out of the ring over the top rope. He pulls Martinez to his feet, and Martinez reaches in his pocket, pulling his hand out and throwing dirt into the eyes of Sparkman! He then picks up a chair and swings it, hitting Sparkman right in the head with it, and the bell rings. Martinez looks around, and Sparkman's music hits.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, by disqualification... patrick Sparkman!
Gould: I think that the Madman just got himself disqualified.
Torres: He sure did, should have known that that wouldn't be legal in this match. Just because he likes it doesn't mean we want to see that garbage.
Martinez shoots an angry glance at Higgins, running and sliding into the ring, chasing Higgins out of it. Higgins takes a few steps back as security comes out, and Martinez throws the chair angrily, a security guard batting it out of the way. Mitch Thompson stands with the rest of the security team, yelling at Martinez to calm down. Martinez leans on the ropes as if to ask what Thompson is gonna do about it. Thompson gets into the ring and the two men exchange right hands for a few seconds, and then Thompson ducks out of the ring quickly as Madman hits the mat face first. The camera pans and we see Sparkman standing over his lifeless body, Southern Television Championship in his hand. He holds it high as his music continues to play, and we fade to black to end the broadcast.
[/div]We reopen to the familiar Meltdown video package. We see some action clips from the past several Meltdown shows. Virgil Keenan, Gunner Hughes, Sebastian Jankowski, Vice Squad, V-List, Patrick Sparkman, Trent Brown, and a couple other superstars featured week to week. This all turns into "Now We Run" continuing to play as we go into the small arena, with a very small pyrotechnic display. Among the signs are "Southern Gentleman" "Rejoice" and "Courage, Confidence, and Cornflakes."
We cut to the comentary booth now, with Malcolm Gould and Jim Torres sitting at the table.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! We just came off of the biggest night of our history just two short weeks ago, and are looking to bound off again really big!
Torres: This is exciting, Gould. We have new champions all the way down the board, and they are all very deserving. Moreso than the past champs, or should I say...chumps...
Gould: You're a real piece of work, you know that Jim?
Torres: Yeah, I know, it's beautiful, ain't it?
We finally hear the opening riff
Sebastian Jankowski vs "X Factor" Mike Silva
The arena is electric right now, with 5,000 screaming fans as the violins in "Clubbed to Death" begin to play, almost eerily. The fans all get loud in a mixed reaction, and after the beat begins, getting some fans into the music, Sebastian Jankowski appears on the stage. He looks around at the fans, jumping up and down a couple of times to get the adrenaline flowing.
Gould: Here comes Sebastian Jankowski, who, despite losing in the Xscape match at Spring Breakdown two weeks ago, still put on a good showing in the match, and definitely showed his worth in the TV Title hunt.
Torres: Good showing or not, he still lost, and he's still no good.
Sebastian starts down the ramp, not paying too much attention to the fans, but giving a small grin every so often.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland... Sebastian Jankowski!
He goes to the side of the ring and climbs onto the apron, getting into the ring and running to the turnbuckle, jumping up onto the top rope and doing a perfect backflip, then holds his arms high as his music fades and he heads over to his corner. The lights black out as Silva's music hits.
Rebecca: And his opponent, The X-Factor... Mike Silva!
The lights immediately come back on and Silva is in the center of the ring, the fans booing him.
Torres: Now here is a superstar. Did you see how quickly he beat Fizz at the pre-show two weeks back?
Gould: Yeah, he beat up a midget. Good for him.
Silva looks at Jankowski and beckons him to bring it, and Jankowski does, wasting no time at all. Jankowski charges and takes Silva out with a Clothesline, and the bell rings to start the match. Jankowski hops right to his feet, having thrown Silva off his guard, and he starts to throw a few kicks as Silva gets to his knees. He throws a huge kick to the back of Silva's head, but Silva ducks out of the way to avoid being knocked out almost instantly. He gets up quickly and connects a German Suplex after Jankowski spins to face away from him from the force of the kick that he dodged. Silva goes for a cover, but Jankowski kicks out right away. Silva gets up, and he grabs Jankowski by the hair. He whips Jankowski to the ropes and Jankowski comes back and hits Silva with a diving crossbody and hooks the legs for a cover.
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TW--Kickout!
Gould: Some fast paced action to start the night off, and not quite a two count there!
Torres: Silva is one awesome competitor, Gould. I don't know if Jankowski can actually pull this one off as quickly as he thinks.
Jankowski lays into Silva with some right hands, and eventually he lets go and gets up. Silva gets up a little more slowly, and he charges at Jankowski, who ducks and sends him to the mat with an arm drag. Silva is back up and is able to swat Jankowski away when he goes for a dropkick, and capitalizes, grabbing Jankowski by the hair and whipping him into the corner. He runs and hits Jankowski with a clothesline into the corner, then holds him there, throwing some kicks to the ribs. He pulls Jankowski out of the corner then and drops him with a DDT. In a few moments, he has Jankowski down on the mat after a nice technical series of moves, all of it ending with a huge Suplex. He covers then and the crowd boos.
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Kickout!
Silva looks almost surprised that Jankowski just kicked out of the attempt, and he gets to his feet. He pulls Jankowski to his feet, and Jankowski, while bent forward a little, turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex, and runs to the corner, hopping up onto the turnbuckle and turning around. He watches Silva get up slowly and dives off, getting caught up in the lights and hitting Silva hard with a huge Diving Crossbody, grabbing the legs as they come up with a cover!
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Kickout!
Gould: The match is getting really intense now as they go for pin attempt after attempt, and I don't even know who's gonna win this!
Torres: Both of these men are in this match to win it, and they are both trying to show Alex Morgan why they should get any attention whatsoever.
Jankowski gets back up and picks up Silva, whipping him to the ropes and hitting him hard with a spinning backfist, then running to the near ropes and hitting a top rope springboard moonsault, covering silva and hooking the leg.
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THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner..... SEBASTIAN JANKOWSKI!
We get a pretty decent pop from the fans, and Jankowski holds his arms high, very excited about picking up the win. He goes to every turnbuckle, and hops down from one, turning around and walking right into a huge right hand. He then is Powerbombed. We see a bigger man standing over Jankowski now, and the fans boo loudly.
Silva: Yeah, Jankowski, say hi to my new manager... Big Mike!
Silva drops the microphone as the two head up the ramp as Jankowski slowly gets to his feet and we cut.
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Send it out, Alex
We cut to the backstage area, where Alex Morgan is seen chatting with a crew member.
Morgan: Then the guy grabbed him by the legs and catapulted him right out of the ring and into the railing. It was crazy. Fun match to watch though.
The crew member nods at the anecdote, and Morgan turns to walk away, and he sees Martin and Bloom.
Martin: So it has come to our attention that you don't have number one contenders picked out quite yet, is that right?
Morgan: Well I don't quite have the ideas final yet, haven't quite decided.
Martin hands him a piece of paper.
Martin: Well here's an idea that Mr. Bloom and myself have decided that we wanted to draw up and bring to your attention. You can pick the guys, we don't care so much about that, but we do want to see this utilized. We think it may help in the long term.
Morgan looks over the paper slowly, making sure to catch all the details.
Martin: If you know what's best for this company, this is a great idea to you, too then. Send it out, Alex.
Morgan looks at Martin as he and Bloom walk away, then he looks back at the paper, pocketing it and walking in the other direction.
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The show comes back on from a commercial break. We see an Barry Lincoln standing in front of a NAW logo backdrop. He brings up a NAW microphone.
Barry Lincoln: Ladies, and gentlemen, my next guest will make his first appearance here, tonight, live on Meltdown! He faces Guidance Counselor Greg in a one-on-one match tonight... He's the man who likes to stay in the shadows and keep his eyes on everyone... He is the dark and mysterious... NIGHTKROW!...
Nightkrow comes slowly walking in from the right side of the camera. Nightkrow is wearing his full gear and his face painted up for battle.
Barry Lincoln: I would like to welcome you to the NAW, Nightkrow... You finally make you debut here tonight, live in front of these fans... It's been almost 3 years from your last appearance in wrestling. How do you feel? What's going through you mind right now?...
Nightkrow stares cold into Barry's eyes.
Nightkrow: Well, Barry, for the past month I have been watching the North Atlantic Wrestling, I must say... I see a lot of these wrestlers trying their hearts out there. I see them every night training, preparing, and getting their plans together... But I look around this backstage area, I hear all the chatter, but yet, I still have not seen one or heard from him at all since I've been here... You know who that is, Barry?
Barry shakes his head no.
Barry Lincoln: I'm not too sure who you speak of?
Nightkrow looks straight at the camera with a small smirk. His lips quiver in anger.
Nightkrow: My so called opponent tonight!... Guidance Counselor Greg!... He has yet showed his face in the NAW...
Nightkrow chuckles at the camera. Barry looks a little confused.
Nightkrow: And if he shows up in the ring, Barry, Greg's punishment will be a great start to my NAW career... Greg thought he could step into the wrestling ring and change us wrestlers into his vision, but when time came to do the job... He will know that he failed at every stop he tried.
Nightkrow leaves in a hurry. Barry looks into the camera.
Barry Lincoln: Well, there you have it folks! Tonight, Nightkrow wants to punish Guidance Counselor Greg... Will Nightkrow dish the punishment or will Guidance Counselor reform him! That match is up next!!!
Camera cuts out.
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Guidance Counselor Craig vs Nightkrow
We come back to the arena as "Somebody to Love" by Queen playing through the arena and the crowd immediately begins to boo. After a few seconds, we see Guidance Counselor Craig come out from the curtain, and he has some more of the pamphlets.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Normal, Illinois.... Guidance Counselor Craig!
They continue to erupt in boos as he walks down the ramp slowly, handing out the pamphlets one by one, several fans shaking their head and giving him thumbs down, all that stuff. He makes his way down the ramp and even starts heading around the ring, coming to the commentary table, smiling at Jim Torres and dropping a pamphlet in front of Malcolm Gould.
Torres: There ya go, Gould, he's got a bright future for you at the...Counseling Center of America...
Gould: This is stupid, what is this garbage anyway?
Torres: He's just trying to help, no need to be rude about it, jeez.
Craig climbs the stairs and gets into the ring, taking off his "I'm With Craig" t-shirt and tossing it out of the ring as he awaits his competition. A loud crow caw is heard, and we see a crow flying on the titantron. The intro to "Fight Fire with Fire" is heard on the PA and the crowd has given the stage their full attention. Purple and green spotlights fill the arena, and the crowd starts to cheer, the music and lights mesmerizing them. A video package of Nightkrow in matches in his former feds fills the titantron. They get a little louder when he appears on the stage, looking around and a smile almost ready to cross his face.
Rebecca: And his opponent... From Atlanta, Georgia.... Nightkrow!
After the fireworks come out right next to him, he starts heading down the ramp, adorned in his green tights, purple gloves and boots, and a purple leather jacket with a crow on the back. He comes down the ramp and high fives some of the fans who are reaching over the guardrail to reach him. He stands about halfway down the ramp and puts his hands around his mouth.
Nightkrow: CAAAAAWWWWW!
A few of the fans even respond with a "caw" of their own, and this causes a smile to actually come across him. He finishes his way down the ramp, taking off his leather jacket and climbing the stairs to the ring, getting in and standing in his corner as Craig continues to get himself going, and Nightkrow does the same thing. The bell rings, and both men move in to the center. They lock up and Craig pushes Nightkrow back a few steps, but Nightkrow starts to push back. He throws a knee to the stomach of Craig, and whips him into the ropes. Craig comes back and hits Nightkrow with a shoulder that sends him to the mat, and Nightkrow pulls Craig by the ankle and trips Craig to fall back on his head. Nightkrow pulls Craig to his feet, who shoves him back and when Nightkrow comes back, Craig kicks him in the gut and looks for a Suplex, but Nightkrow throws a few shots to Craig's side, and he lets go. Craig comes at Nightkrow then, but he is hit with a Clothesline.
Gould: A great back and forth here, and it looks like the newcomer came prepared, as did Craig.
Torres: Yeah, but I don't like that they're just putting these new guys right into things. Whatever happened to working your way in?
Gould: He's a great competitor, I'm sure Alex Morgan sees something in him that a lot of other people don't. I have faith in him.
Nightkrow picks Craig up and whips him into the ropes, and Craig comes back as Nightkrow connects a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to a crowd pop. He gets to his feet and smiles as Craig gets up slowly. Nightkrow runs to the ropes, bounding off and hitting Craig hard with a diving clothesline. He covers, but Craig kicks out almost instantly. He picks Craig up again and this time he lifts Craig up and hits a vertical Suplex, and immediately rolls over and picks Craig up into a sitting position, putting him in a sleeper-style hold. Craig tries to pry Nightkrow's hands apart, but the hold is locked in, and there isn't much that Craig can do. He does eventually force Nightkrow to get up and is able to get onto a vertical base, but the lock just gets tighter as time goes on. Craig, in desparation, forces himself backward to try to put Nightkrow into a corner, but Nightkrow drops and turns it into a roll up!
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TW--Kickout!
Gould: Wow! Nightkrow almost picked up the victory right there in his debut!
Torres: Yeah, but great situational awareness saved Craig in this match, and is keeping him alive here tonight.
Nightkrow gets to his feet and is able to boot a downed Craig in the face to put him flat on the mat, sprawled out as much as a person can. Nightkrow looks around, a smile on his face, and he puts his hand around his mouth, letting out a loud "CAAAW!" only for it to be reciprocated by the fans. Nightkrow smiles as Craig gets to his feet, and he hits the Krow's Bite and covers!
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THREE!
Nightkrow's music hits as he hurries to his feet and holds his arms high as the crowd cheers. He lets out another "CAAAW!" and the crowd reciprocates fairly quickly, taking a liking to him almost instantly. He starts to head up the ramp as we cut to backstage.
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Tag Team Rules!
The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle, “Sideshow” Euan Dante and White Rabbit all standing in a dressing room.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Hello my brothers and sisters it is I “The Very Good” David Fraggle and I’m here tonight to talk about the future of NAW. You see The V-List won the NAW Tag Team Titles at Spring Breakdown. However what people don’t understand is as soon as White Rabbit gets involved in V-List business it automatically becomes V-List Circus business. What that means is The V-List aren’t the NAW Tag Team champions The V-List Circus are. I know what you’re thinking there are three of us but only two of us should be champions. My solution to that problem is to announce that when it comes to our first title defence I’ll be the one who decides what pairing out of the three of us defends the gold.
Fraggle laughs as the scene cuts to commercial.
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Sattelite by Rise Against hits the speakers, and James Faulds steps out onto the stage to cheers from the crowd. He raises his arms, acknowledging the crowd's reaction. He carries a mic in his hand, and makes his way to the ring with an obvious sense of purpose.
Gould: Well, here's one of our newest superstars here in the NAW, James Faulds! Looks like he's got something to day.
Faulds climbs into the ring and waits for his music to die down, and for the crowd to settle in a little. Finally, after scanning the crowd for a few moments, he raises his mic.
Faulds: Earlier this week, I listened to that pompous windbag, Jordan Keyser, give an open invitation to anyone on the roster, for a match.
At the mention of Keyser's name, the crowd boos.
Faulds: I know, right? Well, a day later I answered that invitation, and demanded a match. And what did I hear?
The arena goes quiet.
Faulds: Crickets. Absolutely nothing. Apparently, our resident asshole is all talk, because the moment I spoke up, he went silent. Now, I know he's here tonight, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
Faulds goes to the ropes and yells something off mic. One of the ring attendants gets up and brings him a chair. Faulds reaches over the ropes, takes the chair, and sets it up in the ring.
Faulds: Jordan, I'm going to sit right here, in this chair, in the center of the ring, until you come out and accept my match. I'm here to prove to you, to Alex Morgan, and to the fine fans of the NAW, that I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, and I'm here to make an impact in the NAW. So, please, come on out and answer my demand. You...me...in two weeks at Meltdown. I want this match, and I want to put you in your place. Come out and accept, Jordan...
Faulds winks at the crowd.
Faulds: Unless, of course, you're too scared.
The crowd pops, loving every minute of it. Faulds sits down in the chair and waits. Seconds tick by, and the crowd begins to grow restless. They start to buzz, and the buzz turns into a chant.
Crowd: HE'S TOO SCARED. HE'S TOO SCARED. HE'S TOO SCARED.
Suddenly, King of Kinds hits the speakers. The arena goes dark, and Faulds gets to his feet. The music kicks up, pyrotechnics go off, but no Jordan Keyser. Faulds stares at the stage, breathing heavily, obviously anticipating Jordan's entrance. Still, no sign of the Executioner.
Gould: Wait! There's Jordan Keyser on the apron behind James!
Sure enough, Jordan has slipped down through the crowd and stands on the apron behind an unsuspecting James Faulds. His music begins to fade out, and Faulds raises his mic, turning slowly.
Faulds: Just as I-
Keyser waits until Faulds gets nearly all the way turned around. Mid statement, the Executioner leaps up, turning as his feet clear the top rope. As Faulds turns to completey face him, Jordan springs off the top rope, twisting in mid air and grabbing Faulds by the head. His momentum carries him around, and Jordan twists again, wrenching James' head around and bringing the unsuspecting Englishman down head first into the set up chair with a vicious ddt.
Torres: Oh my God! That's the Perfect Execution! Jordan Keyser has just laid out James Faulds with a 720 DDT!
Faulds is motionless on the mat as Jordan gets to his feet. He brushes imaginary dust off his arms and leans down to pick up the mic. Jordan scans the crowd, a devilish grin on his face, and then he drops to a knee and brings the mic to his mouth.
Keyser: James, James, James. You impatient little child. You're about to learn a valuable lesson, young man. A lesson in keeping your mouth shut. You want a match with me? Do you REALLY want a match with me?
Jordan pats the unconcious Faulds on the cheek and shakes his head sadly.
Keyser: Wish granted.
Jordan's music hits as he stands up, staring down at Faulds. He shrugs, grins, and turns, dropping the mic on James' face as he does. The crowd boos as Jordan climbs out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp and out of the arena. We cut back to Faulds laying in the ring, and then fade to commercial.
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Trent Brown vs Santa Claus
We come back from a commercial break to see Santa Claus in the center of the ring, his music starting to fade out slowly and we see a Mrs. Claus walking around outside the ring. Suddenly, we hear the opening to "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica, and the fans begin to boo. After a few seconds, Trent Brown appears on the stage, next to him, holding hands, is none other than Katherine Brock.
Gould: Here comes Trent Brown, and he's very upset about his loss at Spring Breakdown two weeks ago, Jim.
Torres: He's very upset about it, but let's face it, he has every right to be upset. I even feel like that match should have gone to him. No idea how he managed to lose it, but he is definitely understandably upset about it, and I would hate to be Santa Claus tonight, because Trent doesn't care who he hurts, he just likes to take his anger out on whoever.
Trent looks around disapprovingly at the fans, shaking his head and heaving a heavy sigh as he begins to make his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring....Santa Claus!
The crowd cheers for the jolly man, and Mrs. Claus starts to wave to everyone and smile as well.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Dublin, Ireland.... Accompanied by Katherine Brock.... Trent Brown!
The fans boo now as Trent climbs up onto the ring apron and into the ring. He looks around and immediately levels Santa Claus with a huge Clothesline as his music cuts out suddenly and Rebecca hurries out of the ring. Trent lays some huge stomps on Santa Claus now, not even giving him half a second. The bell rings, and the match is now official as Trent just lays a beatdown on Santa. He throws a few more stomps and then drops down and covers.
ONE
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Kickout!
Trent looks down at Santa and shakes his head, picking Santa up and sending him down to the mat with a Scoop Slam. He stomps a few more times and then picks up Santa, whipping him into the ropes. Santa comes back and Trent hits him hard with a Clothesline that sends him hard to the mat. Trent then picks Santa up and hoists him up over a shoulder. He walks to the corner and drops Santa onto the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes. He then throws Santa into the corner and traps him there, kicking Santa in the ribs a few times before whipping him to the opposite corner so hard that Santa hits it with a huge impact, then goes flat to the mat.
Gould: Wow, Trent is absolutely ruthless out here tonight.
Torres: And for good reason. He's showing Alex Morgan why he deserves another shot at the TV Title, and he absolutely has to be the best guy out here tonight.
Trent looks around at the fans and an evil smirk comes across his face while Santa struggles to get a proper footing so he can stay on his feet. Trent watches as Santa leans on the turnbuckle, then motions for Santa to "bring it." Santa does and runs for Trent, who goes for a Big Boot, but Santa ducks and hits the other ropes. Santa comes back and hits an unsuspecting Trent with a shoulder block that causes a gigantic pop. Santa picks up Trent and throws a few right hands that cause Trent to take a few steps back, then he hits Trent with a huge big boot of his own. Trent though manages to trip Santa up and get right back to his feet, then motions for Santa to get up after letting out a huge shout. As Santa gets to his feet, Trent hits the Lights Out and covers again.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
Trent's music hits as Katherine jumps into the ring and runs over to hug him while Lansing holds his arm high in victory.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... TRENT BROWN!
Trent lets out another shout as we cut.
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The camera view cuts to what appears to be feed from a hidden camera. The view appears to be coming from the inside a correctional facility where several guards are seen standing watch inside a room that resembles a visiting area split in half by a glass partition. Several chairs and booths are lined up next to each other against the partition, each with an additional chair across from it on the opposite side of the glass. The view starts to move towards the row of booths and one of the guards steps out in front of the camera and holds up his hand.
Guard: “Hold on, who are you here to see?”
An arm is seen extending out from behind the camera with a document in it’s hand. The guard takes the document and looks it over, then he looks back up and nods his head.
Guard: “Yep, they’re bringing him up right now…go ahead and have a seat over there in 8.”
The guard hands the paperwork back and motions to a booth that has the number 8 above it, and the view then moves towards it and comes to a rest inside. After a few moments a buzzing sound is heard and a prisoner walks out from a door in the other side of the partition. As the view zooms in, the man raises his head a bit and is revealed to be the grizzled and unkempt former NAW Champion Gunner Hughes. His face is covered with a beard and his messy hair that hangs down in front of it, and he’s dressed in the classic prison-orange jumpsuit. His arms are handcuffed and shackled to his sides with chains and his legs are also chained together. The view zooms in a bit more as he slowly makes his way towards the booth, and when he reaches the chair that’s sitting on the other side of the partition he plops down, raising his head a little further as he peers through the glass. Again the arm is seen extending out from behind the camera, this time picking up the telephone that’s mounted to the left wall of the booth. A guard walks over to unlock Gunner’s arms from the shackles and then Gunner brings his handcuffed arms up and picks up the phone on his side as the guard walks away looking at his watch.
Guard: “You’ve got five minutes.”
He has a stoic look on his face, not looking to too excited to see whomever it is on the other side of the camera, and after a few seconds a man’s voice is then heard from behind the feed.
Man: “Well you look like complete hell.”
A smile slowly forms across Gunner’s bearded face as he responds.
Gunner: “Is that right? And what would you know about hell?”
Man: “Well for one I know that my hell doesn’t have to start until I’m six feet under the ground. But you…well, it looks like yours got started a little early didn’t it?”
Gunner: “I’m surviving, this ain’t exactly my first rodeo.”
Man: “Well that’s good, because I heard stories about the food in here. And I don’t know what that mystery meat was that I saw them getting ready to serve for lunch, but I’m pretty sure I seen it flinching.”
Gunner leans forward and growls into the phone.
Gunner: “Let’s just skip the bullshit ok? What in the hell do you want?”
Man: “What do I want? I don’t want anything Gunner. In fact, if either of us was in a position to need something…I think that would be you, wouldn’t you agree?”
Gunner: “I didn’t ask for your help!”
Man: “I’m not here to help you Gunner….I’m here to offer you the opportunity to help yourself. You know that we always take care of our own.”
Gunner leans back in his seat again, appearing to be unconvinced.
Gunner: “This charge won’t stick….we both know that. I was in international waters, what in the hell can the US do besides just waste my time?”
Man: “Those people in the hull of that boat were citizens of North Korea. The Korean government wants you handed over to them by the end of the week so you can be tried for trafficking and aiding national fugitives.”
Gunner: “Trafficking? Those people were escapees from a labor camp!?”
Man: “Those people were fugitives in the country of North Korea and you aided in their escape. You’re looking at a long time behind bars over there….if you’re lucky.”
Gunner: “And you really think that’s gonna fly in our court system?”
Man: “In ours? Hell no. But by the end of the week it won’t be in our hands anymore and it will be too late. In the grand scheme of the world Gunner, you’re a nobody….just as I am. And we both know that our government will have no problem giving up a nobody to prevent any accusations against them. The only way for this to go away is for you to play ball again and come back to where you belong. Back where you have friends in high up places who can absolve this little setback.”
Gunner leans back in his seat, appearing to be brainstorming on what to do next. He then glances up at the camera with an eyebrow raised in slight interest.
Gunner: “And the NAW?”
Man: “You go back to the NAW and do your thing just as you did before.”
Gunner pauses for a moment and appears to be thinking about the offer.
Man: “Or if you still contend that that lifestyle is behind you….then you can go back to your cell and enjoy your mystery meat and powdered gravy.”
Gunner lets out a sigh as he looks down at the handcuffs and shackles around his arms and legs. Feeling that he doesn’t have much other choice, he looks back up and nods his head.
Gunner: “Alright….you win. Get me the hell out of here and I’ll do your dirty work again.”
Man: “Excellent. You’ve made the right decision here today Gunner. One phone call and you’ll be free by dinner time.”
Gunner: “Like I have a damned choice.”
Man: “Hey, you’re choosing to help yourself…nothing wrong with that at all. Besides, you never should have left…you were born for this.”
Gunner: “Well make your god damned phone call so I can get out of here. I’ve got a wrestling carer to put back on track, so before anything else my first order of business is going to be to smash that twit Virgil Keenan and get my title belt back.”
Gunner cracks an evil looking smile on his face and nods his head in anticipation of getting back inside the ring, but after a few moments the man begins to deliver some more news to him that bursts his bubble.
Man: “That’s going to be a problem Gunner.”
Gunner gets a confused look on his face.
Gunner: “What do you mean? Did he already lose it?”
Man: “No, Virgil is still the champ….but I’m afraid you won’t be getting a rematch with him anytime soon.”
Gunner smiles and appears to start taking it as a joke at first, but then starts to get serious as it sinks in further.
Gunner: “You’re kidding me right? I mean there’s probably another contender in line, but then after that I’m coming to get my title belt. I mean…I’m the f(bleep)cking champ! Virgil might have gotten one over on me but that was only one battle. Now I’m ready for a god damned war!”
Man: “Whoa, settle down there Gunner…you wouldn’t want all of your fans to hear their hero use that type of colorful language.”
The man’s finger is seen coming up and tapping the lens of the hidden camera.
Man: “Hidden glasses can….completely undetectable.”
Gunner: “So let me get this straight….you’re going to allow me to go back to the NAW, but I can go after the NAW Championship?”
Man: “We need you to stay low profile….much lower that you were before. So if you’re going to insist on working in the NAW then we can’t have you flashing around a top title belt and bringing attention to yourself while being employed by us.”
Gunner shakes his head as he can’t even believe what he’s hearing. Being the NAW Champion as all he has known since his very first pay per view with the company…how was he supposed to move forward from there without being able to regain the steps that he had just lost?”
Gunner: “Well then TV title it is I guess. As much as I like Patrick Sparkman as the champ, there’s only room for one…”
The man’s voice interrupts.
Man: “I’m afraid that won’t be possible either Gunner. You see, I had to really pull for you this time. You’re refusal to cooperate with us recently has left the board members feeling a little uneasy about trusting you…and measures had to be taken. Measures that may make it rather difficult to pursue any singles titles in the NAW any time soon.”
Gunner: “What kind of measures?”
Man: “We’re bringing in somebody to help you along your path in the NAW…somebody a little more seasoned with the professional wrestling scene. Somebody who has no problems following orders and reporting back to us to assure us that the investment we’re making today is still paying off.”
Gunner shakes his head.
Gunner: “Absolutely not…I work alone, especially in the NAW”
Man: “Not anymore. Meet your new tag team partner.”
The man produces a pen from his pocket and writes a name down on the back of the document that he has with him, then when he’s finished he holds the paper up to the glass for Gunner to see. Gunner leans forward and reads the name, then he leans back and shakes his head.
Gunner: “Never heard that name in my life.”
Man: “A former world champion in the wrestling world and you’ve never heard his name before? Well you will hear it. In fact, you’ll be hearing it on the next edition of NAW’s Meltdown….when he’s announced as your tag team partner against the Latin Kings.”
Gunner: “What in the hell are you talking about?”
Man: “I’ve already spoken with Alex Morgan and he made the arrangements….you and your new tag team partner will take on the team of the Latin Kings in your debut tag team match. I sure hope you don’t disappoint.”
The man’s words sink in for a few seconds and then Gunner responds.
Gunner: “Fine…whatever. Singles, tag team…it doesn’t matter. I just want back in that ring. But me disappoint? Don’t let one loss fool you.…I’m still the toughest son of a bitch in the NAW. You just make sure that your golden boy can bring it….and if not then he better just stay the hell out of my way and let me take care of business. I know all about the Latin Kings.”
Man: “Oh I’m not worried about him…I’ve watched some of his old ECF matches and from what I seen he’s a rockstar inside that ring. I’ll make the call and get you out of here tonight…so you just get some rest and get back in shape. We’re counting on your skills Gunner, and I don’t mean as a professional wrestler either.”
The view shakes a bit as the man gets up out of his chair and starts to leave. The guard then comes back over next to Gunner and starts to shackle his handcuffed hands back to his sides. Gunner glances up just as the Guard is about to take him back to his cell.
Gunner: “Hey wait, you said that you already talked to Alex Morgan and got me a match on the next meltdown….but how did you know I’d say yes here today?”
The view stops moving as the man responds.
Man: “Because I’ve known you for quite some time Gunner, and you haven’t changed as much as you think you have. Good luck, we’ll be in touch.”
The guard takes Gunner away as the scene fades.
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Patrick Sparkman vs Joe Martinez
We see the arena and Eddie Higgins in the center of the ring with Rebecca Malone. The atmosphere is electric as the fans get pumped for what is to come next. 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. The lights all turn a solid red that douses the crowd as they begin getting riled up.
Gould: Here comes one of our more recent signings, and a still undefeated talent on the NAW Roster!
Torres: Yeah, but like Sparkman said, who has he beaten, really?
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. 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.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is our main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico.... Joe Martinez!
"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 extends his arm, turning it upside down. "Nothing can save them now. You've learned your lesson in violence."
The fans continue to cheer for the Mad Man as he walks around the ring, getting everyone riled up as "Everybody's Dixie" begins to play, and the fans all excited begin a loud chorus of boos. After several seconds, Sparkman appears on the stage, his newly modeled belt around his waist, and a Confederate flag draped over his shoulder. He smiles and waves to the fans, making them boo him even louder. He nods his head and tips his hat to them, then proceeds to almost march down the ramp.
Gould: This guy is a real piece of work, you know that?
Torres: Yeah he is. He's an inspiration to us all though, look at him! Not just a piece of work, Gould, he's a masterpiece!
Sparkman stands about halfway down the ramp and gazes around at the fans, then proceeds to hold up his newly remodeled title belt, a huge grin across his face. He gets the biggest boos out of them that we've heard all night, and then he finishes his way down the ramp. He climbs up the stairs and wipes his feet on the apron, then gets into the ring between the top and middle rope. He holds the belt high again, then gives it to Higgins, who gives it to the timekeeper.
Rebecca: And his opponent....he is the NAW Television Champion--
Sparkman gives her a look and a quiet "excuse me?" She sighs, holding the microphone back up to her mouth.
Rebecca: My apologies. He is the NAW Southern Television Champion.... Patrick Sparkman!
He nods his approval this time and goes over to his corner as his music starts to fade out as he and Martinez stare each other down. The bell rings, and the two men circle the ring a few times, trying to figure out a quick plan. They meet in the center with a collar and elbow tie up, and Martinez starts to use his weight advantage, and the fact that Sparkman is taller, so it's easier to get low positioning with leverage. He pushes Sparkman back fairly quickly, and Sparkman realizes this, so he he stomps a foot down and stops this dead right away. Now he is able to get new leverage, and pushes Martinez back. He pushes Martinez into the corner and squishes him there. He then whips Martinez, but Martinez holds on and whips Sparkman into the opposite corner instead. Martinez runs like he's going for a corner splash, but Sparkman moves, and martinez catches himself, putting hands on the top ropes to stop himself. Sparkman gets right behind him now with a rollup!
ONE
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Kickout!
Sparkman and Martinez both rush to their feet, and they go to lock up, but Sparkman quickly switches it up and turns it into an arm drag, and Martinez comes at him again, opening up the opportunity for another. They both get up this time, and Martinez is fuming, leveling Sparkman with a huge lariat. He goes for a big elbow drop, but Sparkman is able to roll out of the way. Sparkman gets up, as does the Madman, who is holding the elbow that just got drilled into the mat. They lock up again, and Sparkman turns it into an armbar on the weakened arm, causing Martinez to howl in pain. Sparkman can be heard shouting for Martinez to give up, and Martinez shakes his head, furious that the suggestion came up. He is able to turn around, and get behind Sparkman in a fluid spinning motion, then rolls Sparkman up himself from behind.
ONE
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Kickout!
Gould: A nice back and forth match between these guys, can't wait to see what we get out of them, can you?
Torres: Just give Sparkman some time to get warmed up.
Sparkman goes for a lariat of his own this time, but Martinez ducks, and Sparkman runs to the ropes, bounding off of them and diving at Martinez and hitting the diving lariat this time. He gets to his feet and looks down at Martinez, then drops to a knee and lets out a bunch of right hands for a few seconds before slowly getting back up and looking around at the booing fans. Sparkman leans on the corner and watches Martinez get up to a knee, then runs and stomps his heel into the side his head, and Martinez turns and falls flat, sprawled out on the mat. Sparkman then proceeds to give a few stomps to Martinez, then stands with a foot on his chest in an arrogant pin attempt.
ONE
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Kickout!
Sparkman picks up Martinez and whips him to the ropes, and as Martinez comes back, sparkman is somewhat able to hit him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He gets to his feet and looks down at Martinez, who isn't really moving, he goes to pick him up, but Martinez throws a swing at him quickly, getting him off of him. Martinez whips Sparkman to the opposite ropes now and runs, hitting him with a takedown and starts to grab Sparkman by the throat and slam his head into the mat until Higgins comes over, and Martinez proceeds to let go of him.
Gould: A very aggressive move by the Madman now!
Torres: Yeah, I'm not entirely sure why Morgan would let this overly violent hobo actually in match with Sparkman.
Gould can be heard letting out a sigh as Martinez plants Sparkman into the mat with a DDT. He sits on the mat now, looking at the fans who gave him a nice pop with that DDT and gets some air. He rolls over and pounds the mat once, powering to his feet and grabbing Sparkman by the back of his head, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the corner. He slams sparkman's head into the top turnbuckle and then sends him to the mat behind him with a German suplex. Sparkman is able to get to his feet almost quickly though, and runs, hitting Martinez and causing him to spill over the top rope. Martinez lands on the apron though, and Sparkman comes over and Suplexes Martinez back into the ring. Sparkman gets to his feet quickly, his adrenaline pumping and he smiles as he watches Martinez slowly get to his feet. He puts the head of Martinez between his legs and holds his arms out, the crowd booing, but their tone changes when the Madman is able to pull himself up and flips Sparkman right over him.
Gould: Look at the pure strength of Martinez there, lifting Sparkman right over his head and dumping him into the center of the ring!
Torres: Now was that a display of strength or a last ditch effort? That's the real question people are asking all over the region.
Martinez fell with the impact of that dump as well, but is sitting up, leaning on the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and still leans on the ropes, as Sparkman slowly gets to his feet. Sparkman charges and goes for a lariat, but Martinez dumps him over the top rope this time and out onto the floor. The Madman then backs up a bit and runs, diving through the ropes and tackling Sparkman, sending him into the guardrail and the fans are loud now. He picks Sparkman up and gets him caught up in the rails of the guardrail, and you can see the fury surging through the eyes of the Madman now, his anger clear, almost like some sort of insanity as he ruthlessly starts beating on Sparkman, shot after shot.
Gould: Look at the fury in the eyes of Martinez, this is why he's called the Madman.
Torres: He's called the Madman because he's clearly unstable, Gould.
After several shots from Martinez, Sparkman is still in the guardrail, but isn't trying to get out now as he's kinda worn from the right hands. Martinez walks over to the commentary booth and almost shoves Rebecca out of the way as he grabs the ring bell. He looks at it, then grabs that in one hand and a steel chair in the other.
Gould: Oh no, what's he doing? This isn't legal here!
Torres: I don't think he gives a damn what's legal, Gould, he's just looking to hurt someone now.
Martinez drags both the chair and the ring bell over to where Sparkman is, then drops them and gives him a good right hand for good measure. He picks up the chair, and now Higgins gets in between them, being the strict hardass that he is. Martinez looks very furious now, and is about ready to swing at Higgins, but Sparkman is able to get untangled and throws a right hand that hits Martinez, but his arm hits Higgins and sends him to the floor. Martinez grabs the chair now and goes to swing at Sparkman, but Sparkman puts a boot up and forces it into the Madman's face instead. He looks down at Martinez, picking him up and this time actually connecting with his piledriver, right into the concrete floor!
Gould: Ouch! I think the madman may be legitimately injured after that, Jim!
Sparkman picks Martinez up and rolls him into the ring, then does the same with Higgins, making sure he comes to. This takes a little while though, but it does happen. He then covers Martinez.
ONE
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TWO
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THRE--NO!
It took too long, and Martinez is able to kick out! Sparkman gets up and furiously picks Martinez up and tosses him out of the ring over the top rope. He pulls Martinez to his feet, and Martinez reaches in his pocket, pulling his hand out and throwing dirt into the eyes of Sparkman! He then picks up a chair and swings it, hitting Sparkman right in the head with it, and the bell rings. Martinez looks around, and Sparkman's music hits.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, by disqualification... patrick Sparkman!
Gould: I think that the Madman just got himself disqualified.
Torres: He sure did, should have known that that wouldn't be legal in this match. Just because he likes it doesn't mean we want to see that garbage.
Martinez shoots an angry glance at Higgins, running and sliding into the ring, chasing Higgins out of it. Higgins takes a few steps back as security comes out, and Martinez throws the chair angrily, a security guard batting it out of the way. Mitch Thompson stands with the rest of the security team, yelling at Martinez to calm down. Martinez leans on the ropes as if to ask what Thompson is gonna do about it. Thompson gets into the ring and the two men exchange right hands for a few seconds, and then Thompson ducks out of the ring quickly as Madman hits the mat face first. The camera pans and we see Sparkman standing over his lifeless body, Southern Television Championship in his hand. He holds it high as his music continues to play, and we fade to black to end the broadcast.