Post by Alice White on May 28, 2013 22:30:21 GMT -5
We open the show with "Now We Run" by Steve Vai playing in the background as we see our favorite NAW Superstars in action. It goes on for a little over a minute before we switch over to the arena at UConn's Harry A. Kampel Pavilion. The modest pyrotechnics that we've grown accustomed to go off, and we flash to several signs, the most memorable include:
"Stryke Them Down!"
"Rejoice"
"I'm Not Quite a Brilliant Fan"
"CAW!"(This is written over the background of a black crow)
We then cut to the commentary table, where we see Gould and Torres as usual, in front of several screaming fans.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! This crowd is electric tonight, and the Harry A. Kampel Pavilion is almost packed full, we sold over 10,000 tickets tonight! And we have one great show in store for you.
Torres doesn't even get a chance to talk when we hear "Tom Sawyer" blast over the PA System. The crowd is excited to see Alex Morgan step out in his signature suit, complete with a bowtie that he adjusts and straightens before giving the crowd a nod of approval. He starts down the ramp and even goes so far as high fiving some fans before getting into the ring. He reaches near the staff tables and is handed a microphone as his music fades and the crowd gets quiet for him.
Morgan: Thank you all for the great show of respect. I have a few quick announcements to make. First and foremost, I regret to inform you all that I haven't chosen a number one contender for the championships yet. Obviously, the Tag Team Championships will be defended at Heatwave next month, and since the Vice Squad are the prior champions, I am inclined to give them the nod for the number one contender spot for that particular match.
The crowd gives an incredible pop for the announcement of our tag team number one contenders.
Morgan: My next announcement regards a rumor and report that I'm sure everyone has heard about by now, regarding a World Championship Series. This is, in fact, true. Although I will be determining a new number one contender for that championship before this, these men have all shown incredible heart and determination, and you all know that that is what I look for. I have not gotten to announcing the names yet though, and I will be doing so as soon as possible so we can get that rolling. And my final announcement regards the TV Title. Now I know it hasn't been treated like a normal TV Title, and it hasn't been defended weekly, but that will all change soon enough. For now though, you'll have to settle for the Pay-Per-Views. And I haven't yet decided on one, but have come close to a decision on a number one contender for this championship. I'm down to quite a few people, and they all deserve it for one reason or another. Tonight will definitely play a huge--
"Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica interrupts Alex's speaking, and he looks confused, shocked, and still somehow as though he'd expected this. He lowers the microphone and patiently allows Trent Brown to appear, along with his fiance Katherine Brock, and the two stand on the stage, the crowd booing loudly. Trent has a microphone in hand.
Trent: Now ya know, Mr. Morgan, that I'm one of the best wrestlers ya have here in the company.
Morgan nods in agreement.
Trent: An' ya know that I put in me hard work, day in and day out, always giving you my all, and always doing whatever it takes.
More nods of agreement from Morgan.
Trent: Then how in the hell do ya act like it's a hard decision to see who should be taking that hick on at Heatwave. It's obviously an easy choice, and yer a complete and utter arse if you don't realize it. *Trent takes a step closer to the ramp* So just make the announcement, and we can all be happy.
Morgan: Now don't act like you can come out here and tell me what to do, Trent. I know you're a great wrestler, I know you bring all you have every show, and I know that you're a tough beast when it comes to this business. But the fact of the matter is, you lost at Spring Breakdown, whether you like it or not. I can't change that, you can't change that, nobody can. It's over with. So the cycle starts over. *Trent takes a few more steps* And I promise you that if you come any closer to this ring, I will guarantee that you don't get a championship match for a very long time.
Trent smiles slightly, and starts to test Morgan, pretending to step forward. He then actually starts to charge to the ring, but security members hop over the guardrail and hold him back as Morgan shakes his head, disappointed in Trent for not listening.
Morgan: You Irishmen always seem to have such temper problems, and one of these days, that Irish temper is going to cost you sir. You're lucky I don't have you escorted out of the arena and force a forfeit on your match, really. Now you should probably get back there and get ready for that, in whatever fashion that you do so. Mitch, have him calmed down please.
Morgan watch as Thompson and a few guards escort Trent backstage as we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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Commercial Break
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There's a Storm Brewing
The scene opens with Katherine Brock and Trent Brown walking in the backstage area of Meltdown .They stop when Trent sees two of the sound crew guys laughing. The look on Trent's face makes one leave while the other is left standing there cowering in fear.
Trent: You something funny lad? You find myself losing what should of been me title to that hick amusing?
The sound crew guy stammers around and tries to explain what was so funny.
Sound crew guy: I- I wasn't laughing a-a-t you. I was laughing at..
Trent who's annoyed with the man cuts him off.
Trent: You ungrateful little parasite! Ya know someone needs to teach you a lesson and today if your lucky day.
The sound guy is shaking with fear when all of a sudden Trent proceeds violently beat the snot out of the poor man. Katherine looks on in horror at Trent's actions when the referee's and road agents pull Trent off the man.
Referee: Trent! That's enough! Get off him!
Trent brakes free of the group holding him back and beats the man a few more times till he's a bloody mess. Katherine by this time is now pleading with him to stop.
Katherine Trent! Please stop!
The sound of desperation in her voice and the look of terror in her eyes is the only thing that gets Trent to stop. Trent looks at the damage he's down as the same ref looks at Trent and speaks up again.
Referee: Get the hell out of here! Leave him alone!
Katherine does her best to pull Trent away as he walks off with a smile , proud over the carnage he's caused as medics come rushing to the crew member's aid, and we cut back to the arena.
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Sebastian Jankowski vs Nightkrow
The violins start, and the crowd still gets pumped for Sebastian Jankowski, despite the fact that he hasn't seemed all that fond of them lately. The violins turn into that repetitive beat that has several of the college students in the huge crowd getting into the music as they bob their heads to the beat of it. And with a little bit of smoke and the screen lighting up with several action shots of Jankowski over his career at NAW, we see the man himself, as he jumps through the mist and looks around at the fans. He looks around at the arena and nods his head, then hops up and down before almost running down the ramp to get to the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
He rolls into the ring and looks around, running to a turnbuckle and holding his arms high in the air for several seconds to a crowd pop. He jumps down and does the same thing on the opposite end of the ring before staying in his corner and hopping up and down to get the adrenaline pumping. Suddenly then, the lights cut to black. A lone crow is seen flying on the screen. When the lights come back on, "Fight Fire with Fire" plays as the lights turn purple and green and swirl around on the fans in sync with the music. Nightkrow appears on the stage and looks around at the much larger crowd than at the last show, and he smiles a grin reminiscient of that on a kid at Christmas, getting the first glimpse at the huge pile of gifts under the tree. He looks around and nods, then begins his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent.... From Atlanta, Georgia..... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow stands about the middle of the ring, letting out a huge "CAAAW!" and the fans give one back.
Gould: They've grown to like him pretty quickly, haven't they?
Nightkrow climbs into the ring and takes off his coat, handing it to a staff member as he stands in his corner and gives Jankowski a nod. Jankowski just stares at him, intent on getting the match going it seems. The bell rings, and the two men move to the middle of the ring in fighting stance. Then, in a very confusing manner, Sebastian stops, and stands there for a second, before offering his hands for a hand bump, like in a boxing match.
Torres: Come on, what is this? It's match time, dammit!
Nightkrow stops and looks at Jankowski for a moment, then nods and pounds fists with Jankowski. The two take a few steps back after the show of mutual respect, then the two circle around the ring a little bit before locking up. Nightkrow, with the strength advantage, is able to pull Jankowski with an Arm Drag, and the two get right back up and circle the ring again. Jankowski charges, and Nightkrow bumps him and sends him down with a big block, but it doesn't have too big an effect as Jankowski hops back up and runs at him again, this time hitting him with a crossbody. The two hurry to their feet and Jankowski goes to hit Nightkrow with a lariat, but Nightkrow ducks, and Jankowski goes into the ropes. Jankowski comes back and Nightkrow grabs him and begins to go looking for a Tilt-a-Whirl backbreaker, but Jankowski is able to maneuver slightly in the tilt-a-whirl, and turns it into a bulldog!
Gould: Wow, what a reversal by Jankowski right there!
Jankowski is up just a second or two before Nightkrow, but it is a second or two enough as he lays a few kicks to Nightkrow's chest after he gets up onto a knee. This forces him back to the mat, and this opens up a chance for Jankowski to jump on the nearby second rope, coming off it and hitting Nightkrow hard in the chest with a springboard elbow drop. He hops right back to his feet and picks Nightkrow up, whipping him into the corner. He charges and jumps onto the second rope for leverage as he looks for an Enziguiri, but Nightkrow ducks out of the way and Jankowski lands on his feet, but it's a sketchy land, and its enough of a chance for Nightkrow to throw a right hand that forces Jankowski into the corner. Nightkrow runs and hits a Stinger splash, and Jankowski staggers out of the corner. Nightkrow runs to the turnbuckle and turns to face Jankowski, and when Jankowski turns to face him, he jumps off, looking for a Tornado DDT, but Jankowski stops him and turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex. He bridges it and looks for a pin here.
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Kickout!
Gould: A great night so far for Jankowski, wonder how far he can take this, eh?
Torres: Meh, I think he's just getting lucky right now, really.
Jankowski is to his feet first, and he grabs Nightkrow, who shoves him back and hurries to his feet, hitting a Dropkick when Jankowski comes running back. He then grabs one of Jankowski's arms and locks his arm behind him, pulling it and looking like he might hyperextend the elbow. Jankowski lets out a shout, but looks to fight back and refuses to tap out. He fights this all the way to his feet, and now Nightkrow has him bent forward, still pulling on the arm. Jankowski wails his free arm around, looking to hit Nightkrow with it, but he can't quite get to him. He does manage to move close to a rope though, and he grabs onto it, and Nightkrow lets go just about right away, no fight with Lansing at all. Jankowski turns and is greeted with a kick to the midsection, and is then planted with a DDT. Nightkrow rolls Jankowski over and covers, hooking a leg.
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Shoulder up!
Gould: Wow, this kid has so much fight in him tonight.
Torres: Against a man like Nightkrow, you almost have to. He's not going to take a single opponent lightly, and I'm pretty sure he's got his eyes on the gold.
Jankowski holds onto the ropes to get some breath, and Nightkrow grabs him by the hair, whipping him to the ropes. Jankowski comes back and ducks a Clothesline, instead jumping off the second rope and coming back with a springboard heel kick and both men hit the mat. Jankowski is up quickly though, and he runs to the ropes and goes for his Backflip Disaster! He hits the ropes, jumps off and lands...right on the mat as Nightkrow rolls out of the way just in time! He is to his feet and waits, and when Jankowski is up, he gives him a kick and connects wth the Krow's Bite! Nightkrow covers!
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner......NIGHTKROW!
Nightkrow gets to his feet and holds his arms up as "Fight Fire with Fire" plays over the PM and the crowd cheers. He gets ready to get out of the ring when he is forcefully turned around by Jankowski. Jankowski stares him down, and Nightkrow stares back, and this goes on for several seconds. Jankowski heaves a heavy sigh, looking so disappointed in himself. He holds a hand out to shake Nightkrow's hand. Nightkrow reluctantly accepts it, then holds Jankowski's arm up to crowd applause as we cut to commercial.
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Commercial Break
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The V-List Circus Speaking
The camera shows "Sideshow" Euan Dante standing in the middle of a dressing room.
Euan Dante: Tonight I've got a very special announcement to make.
The dressing room door then opens and White Rabbit runs into the room and punches "Sideshow" Euan Dante. "The Very Good" David Fraggle then enters the room.
David Fraggle: Sorry Sideshow but it's now time for my announcement. You see Sideshow I once had a shot at the NAW Championship. Do you know why I didn't win it? It's because I was distracted by you and your stupid health problems at the time. To make matters worse I felt sympathy for you and decided to help you recover by wearing whatever you wore. I don't feel like a threat to NAW anymore I feel like a prostitute out in the street. Well I say no more, White Rabbit stomp on him again.
White Rabbit stomps on "Sideshow" Euan Dante.
David Fraggle: I want him back in the hospital where he belongs because he's not fit to be a part of our society.
White Rabbit does another stomp to "Sideshow" Euan Dante.
David Fraggle: White Rabbit I think the damage has been done.
White Rabbit stops stomping on "Sideshow" Euan Dante.
David Fraggle: White Rabbit the time has come for us to tell everybody the truth about his lies. Sideshow didn't care about wrestling he just saw this as something to do while hoping for another play offer to come up. Well he didn't get a play offer no he got an offer to take part in some new film that some unknown director, producer or scriptwriter, I don't care wants to make. All I know is I hate Sideshow and his stupid desire to be an actor. That's why I put together The White Rabbit Plan.
White Rabbit unmasks and it's Judas Fraggle.
David Fraggle: Sideshow you didn't even want the UWL Tag Team Titles, to you, you and your mistakes were all part of a plan to try and impress people to hire you for what you really wanted to be. There was never a concussion you just wanted to be daft and bring me down. That was why I brought in White Rabbit, I needed someone who I could trust, who could protect me from you. You got the first part if the plan right, there was a man called Steven and yes we did hire him to follow Dom Harter about, however what you didn't know was I knew him long before you did. To you he was a cameraman but to me he was one of many long lost Fraggle Family members who was on a journey to finding me to give him a direction in his life. Do you know what I give him in trade of being a cameraman? I gave him a quest. I told Steven Fraggle that if he could help me find Judas Fraggle I would let him wrestle a few matches as White Rabbit before the big reveal happened. As far as NAW went as long as White Rabbit appeared at shows they wouldn't have taken any notice of who he really was and that's how I got away with this sneaky change. Then it came to the match against Vice Squad, you wanted them to beat us so that you could walk away from the wrestling business. However I saw right through you and told White Rabbit to interfere in the match to help me win the titles so that I could announce The V-List Circus Ruling which would let me decide who I really wanted to team with. As you can tell I pick team with my monster Judas Fraggle.
Judas Fraggle: David Fraggle as I look at the NAW Tag Team Titles that we now hold together all that I can think about is the pain and suffering that we can deliver to the NAW roster. However I need you to understand something this is just part one of a journey for me. This is a journey where I get my revenge.
The two of them look down on the injured Dante as the scene fades and we go back to the arena.
Mike Silva vs Adam Stryker
Mike Silva is already in the ring when we come back from the locker room, his music fading out as Big Mike, his manager, walks around the ring at ringside shouting some encouragement at his representative. "Whatever Happened to My Rock N' Roll" by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hits the PA system. The crowd erupts as the Loose Cannon is expected to appear. He smiles at the reaction, then looks around at the crowd and nods his approval. The crowd pops even louder when he holds his arm up, then proceeds to go through with the cut throat that he's known for. He claps his hands some before heading down the ramp, locking eyes with Silva as he runs and slides into the ring, not even waiting for a bell. The two men exchange blows, with Silva throwing Stryker into the ropes. Stryker comes back and ducks a clothesline, and comes back to go for a lariat of his own, which Silva also ducks. Stryker hits the ropes again and stops himself on them, and the two meet for a collar and elbow tie up. Stryker sends Silva down with an arm drag, then holds onto it turning it into an arm lock, which Silva somehow manages to maneuver swiftly and turn it into a rollup, not even getting part of a count before Stryker kicks out.
Gould: Quick paced match here, can't wait to see who comes out on top in this one.
Torres: It looks like they're gonna wear out pretty quick though, that's no good. Stupid.
Stryker hurries to his feet and locks up with Silva again, pulling him in and sending him over his head with a belly to belly release suplex, sending Silva right onto his neck. Silva leans on one side and Big Mike is on the outside shouting and pounding the mat to him. Silva gets up and is met with a few right hands from Stryker. Stryker forces him into the corner, then forces a few elbows into Silva's face. He whips Silva to the other corner, then runs after, but Silva ducks out of the way and Stryker hits the turnbuckle with his knee, falling to the mat and holding it in pain for a second. Silva takes advantage and starts to stomp on Stryker's chest, taking some more breath right out of him with every stomp. Stryker rolls to the ropes and holds onto them, and Mark Lansing tells Silva to hold off. Stryker gets up on the ring apron, and Big Mike comes over and pulls on Stryker's feet, sending him face first into the skirt of the mat while Silva has the ref distracted and the fans boo.
Gould: Come on, get Mike out of here, he's ruining a perfect athletic competition.
Torres: It's only cheating if you get caught Gould, remember that.
Big Mike rolls Stryker into the ring, and Silva runs over and covers him quickly, getting almost to a two count before Stryker gets a foot on the rope. Silva pounds the mat in anger and then gets up and backs Lansing into a corner. Lansing holds his arms up and explains that Stryker's foot was on the rope. Silva turns around and is met with the Stryke! Stryker covers and hooks a leg, an almost sick smile across his face.
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Big Mike climbs up onto the apron and Stryker sees, getting to his feet and hitting a huge running Dropkick. Stryker turns to Silva, who is groggy and almost to his feet, running and kneeing him in the face, and when he turns, he's met with a Big Boot from Mike. Lansing calls for the bell, and then gets out of the ring quickly. Big Mike holds Stryker, and Silva throws several side kicks to each side of Stryker's body, then a huge buzzsaw kick to Stryker's face. He tells Big Mike to grab a table, and Big Mike gets out and grabs one, but when he gets up he is met with some right hands from Mitch Thompson. Silva dives out of the ring, but Thompson catches him and drops him immediately, as more security guards grab him and hold him back. Stryker holds his jaw and sits on one knee, staring at Thompson, who stares back up at him.
Gould: Security escorting silva and Big Mike to the back, but what really interests me is Thompson and Stryker here. They have a pretty rocky history.
Torres: Yeah, yeah yeah, but my good time is ruined, the match was getting fun.
The two continue to stare at one another as we cut to commercial.
Winner by disqualification: Adam Stryker
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Commercial Break
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When we come back from the break, we see Gould and Torres sitting at the booth.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, this evening has been huge, and is just about to get bigger. We have a double debut match coming up next, with Jordan Keyser facing off against James Faulds one on one, and we still have Gunner Hughes' first tag team match as well!
Torres: Huge tag match, Gould. Very hu--
Torres is interrupted by a new entrance song that we aren't yet accustomed to. "Satellites" by Rise Against plays, and the crowd is mixed. After a couple seconds, James Faulds appears on the stage, looking around at the fans, still mixed, but a few cheers coming from teenage girls who dig the looks of the man. He smiles and walks down the ramp slowly, looking back and forth at the fans. He finds a Jordan Keyser sign and tears it in half, then proceeds to slide into the ring, holding his arms high as he heads to his corner.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Newcastle, England..... James Faulds!
The crowd gets louder now, the cheering fans pop, the booing fans just get even louder. He shakes his head as he stares at the stage as "King of Kings" by Motorhead plays loudly. The crowd immediately boos as Jordan Keyser appears on the stage. He walks out with a very arrogant smile on his face, looking around at the fans and shaking his head in disappointment. He walks down the ramp slowly, seeing a kid in a Sebastian Jankowski shirt. He shouts at the kid, clearly yelling an insult as the child's mom holds the kid's ears. Jordan turns back around and is met with some right hands from James Faulds.
Gould: And Faulds doesn't want to wait any longer as he goes after Keyser!
Torres: I'm not so sure that's wise, it's almost like poking the angry bear. He's got a storm coming his way.
James pulls Jordan toward the ring and looks to slam him into the ring post, but Jordan stops him and instead whips him into the ring stairs. James lands hard into them, shoulder first. Jordan picks him up and lands a few huge punches to his face, then rolling him into the ring. Jordan climbs into the ring and Higgins calls for the bell. Jordan picks James up and leans him against the ring corner, as he throws several chops to James' chest. He then turns around and holds an arm up, turning back and hitting James hard with a right hand. James falls to the mat, and Jordan grabs him by the head and tosses him out of the ring with ease. He follows James out and kicks him every time he tries to get to his feet, knocking him back down each time he does it. He goes to kick James hard in the head, but James moves, and Jordan winds up with nothing but air. James is to his feet and when Jordan turns around, he spears him into the ring apron.
Gould: An overly violent matchup already here, Jim, there looks to be a lot of animosity between these guys.
Torres: And it's all over nothing more than James Faulds having a bad attitude.
James picks up Jordan and rolls him into the ring now, sliding in behind him, but Jordan was up almost right away and is stomping to keep James off of his feet. He picks James up and connects a Vertical Suplex, then proceeds to turn it into a string of three consecutive verticals instead. He immediately rolls over and covers.
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Kickout!
Jordan sighs as he picks James up and whips him into the ropes, running at him and hitting him hard with a lariat. He keeps running to the ropes, coming back with a running elbow drop which digs right into the chest of James. He covers again, but doesn't get any more luck than the last attempt. He yells at Higgins, who shakes his head, and the crowd boos. He gets up and starts to shout at the fans now, who boo even louder. He's yelling for them to shut up and is met with a huge dropkick as he turns around. The crowd pops as Faulds goes over to the corner, and when Jordan is up, James runs and hits him with a running boot to the head. He pounds his chest a few times in a show of dominance, then looks at Jordan, who is sprawled out across the mat. He picks him up and throws him out of the ring as he looks around at the fans. He heads toward where Jordan is getting up onto the apron and goes to throw a huge right hand, but Jordan blocks it and puts his head in between the ropes, hitting James with it. He then headbutts James and forces him back, jumps onto the top rope with a spin, and catapults, continuing to spin, hitting James with a rotating DDT and planting him hard into the mat. He covers immediately, hooking the leg.
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner, Jordan Keyser!
Jordan holds his arms high with an arrogant smirk as he looks down at Faulds. He holds his arms high over him as we cut.
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Commercial Break
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Gunner Hughes w/ Mystery Partner vs Latin Kings
When we come back, Cypress Hill's "Insane In The Brain" is heard playing and the Latin Kings are in the ring, getting the crowd pumped up. They get to their corner and begin talking as their music makes way to that gunshot we grew accustomed to. "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits and Gunner appears on the stage shortly after. He holds his arm high, looking around at the fans, not a hint of emotion on his face.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match, introducing first, already in the ring, Diego Martinez and Marco Uribe.... The Latin Kings!
Gunner makes his way down the ramp, the crowd mixed, mostly with cheers, as he heads down and looks in the ring at his opponents. He climbs up onto the apron and gets into the ring.
Rebecca: And the opponents, first.... Gunner Hughes!
Gunner holds an arm high as he leans on the turnbuckle in his corner to await his new mystery partner.
Rebecca: And introducing his tag team partner…from Detroit, Michigan…Tyson Phoen…
The microphone suddenly cuts out and Rebecca keeps talking, but after a few moments she notices her mic isn’t working and gets a confused look on her face.
Gould: Well it looks like we may be having some technical difficulties in the ring with Rebecca’s microphone.
Torres: What the hell? I guess that’s what Alex Morgan gets for going with those cheap microphones the NAW.
Rebecca looks frustrated as she waits for NAW technicians to fix her microphone. Suddenly, a cocky sounding laugh is heard throughout the arena coming from the PA system followed by a man’s voice.
Voice: Don’t worry sweetheart…nice try, but I got this.
The arena lights then instantly turn green and “Metal Health” by Enigmatic starts to play. After a few seconds the lights start to flash and smoke begins to cover the entryway as the man’s voice continues.
Voice: Ladies and gentleman…boys and girls of all ages…coming to the ring from Detroit, Michigan….this man is a former world champion in the wrestling ring, but according to the ladies he’s a current world champion in the bedroom...he is the madman from motor city…the hero from hockeytown…the one…the only…“The Rockstar”…Tyson Phoenix!!
As soon as the introduction ends a man comes walking out through the cloud of smoke with a microphone in one hand and his other arm held high in the air flashing rock and roll devil horns with his fingers. He stops at the top of the ramp and holds his pose as a pair of huge silver pyros instantly explode from each side of the ramp, then he lowers his arm and begins to make his way to the ring, taunting the fans as they give him a mixed reaction.
Torres: Well here he is….Tyson Phoenix, the man who has been tasked with being the tag team partner of Gunner Hughes.
Tyson climbs up onto the ring apron and up to the second corner turnbuckle to pose again with his devil horns held high as camera flashes light up the arena, then he hops back down to the mat and the lights go back to normal as his music comes to a stop. He raises the mic to his mouth and smiles at Rebecca, who is still standing inside the ring.
Tyson: You can run along now honey…your job is done here for now. You just go back and sit in your seat and continue to look sexy until me and that big old bastard over there win this tag team match, then you can come back in here and say my name the right way this time. Sound good?
Rebecca appears unimpressed as she exits the ring, the Tyson turns and looks out into the crowd as he raises the microphone to his mouth again.
Tyson: Hello NAW!
Tyson spreads his arms out as if to present himself to the fans and another mixed reaction is heard. He then lowers his arms and raises the mic up to his mouth again with a smile on his face.
Tyson: I look around this arena at some of the ugly looking faces on you people, and I can see all the blank expressions. You people have no idea what to think right now, “Who in the hell is this clown?” you’re probably all thinking.
Gould: Well not a very good way to start off your reputation in the NAW…by insulting the fans.
Torres: Well you may be right, but to Tyson’s credit some of these people really are pretty ugly. I mean damn, I don’t even think that lady sitting over there in the front row has any teeth!
Tyson pauses a moment as chatter and some boos are heard throughout the crowd.
Tyson: Well I’m a very complex individual, so to stand out here tonight and try to explain to you people exactly just who I am and what I plan to accomplish here would take a very long time. I mean, this is Pennsylvania after all…so I’d imagine I’d have to talk pretty damned slow in order for you morons to comprehend. And that would be probably be about as exciting for me as watching paint dry, or even worse….a David Fraggle promo. So instead of enduring all that, I’m just going to let you people sit back and experience it first-hand. So welcome everybody…to the Tyson Phoenix show!
Tyson tosses the mic to the mat and holds up his rock and roll devil horns one more time, then he walks to the corner where Gunner is waiting with an unimpressed look on his face as he shakes his head. Tyson smiles and steps aside and motions to the ring, allowing Gunner to start things out.
Gould: A possible show of respect to the former NAW Champion, but I still just don’t know if Gunner is going to be able to trust this guy.
Torres: Well don’t forget that Gunner is the one here who’s the criminal that’s been in trouble with the law. How do we know that Tyson can trust him? I would watch my back if I were Tyson…and I sure as hell wouldn’t leave any money lying around the locker room.
Gould: Ok, now you’re just being ridiculous.
The bell rings as Gunner locks up with Diego Martinez. Gunner is able to turn him around and force him into his corner where Tyson Phoenix is standing by the post. Gunner leans forward and rams his shoulder into the gut of Diego a few times before standing straight and landing some knife edge chops. He pulls Diego out of the corner and slams him to the mat with a huge Scoop Slam. This is followed up with some repeated stomps. He covers quickly, but doesn't even get a full one count before Diego gets a shoulder up. Gunner picks him up and Diego shoves him back, then takes a step back, unwisely, into Gunner's corner. Phoenix grabs him by the throat and pulls him into a reverse guillotine, pretty much just catapulting Diego forward and face first onto the mat. Gunner looks at Phoenix, clearly not impressed, and Phoenix can only shrug. Gunner sighs as Higgins scolds Phoenix, who just waves the senior official off.
Gould: Total lack of respect shown for everything here, and I still don't get how Phoenix and Gunner will be able to coexist.
Torres: Yeah, because Phoenix don't want to be seen with no square.
Gunner picks up Diego who shoves him back again, then hits Gunner with a Dropkick. Gunner takes a few steps back, and Diego is given a good opportunity as he runs to the ropes, bouncing off and hitting Gunner with a flying crossbody that takes the big man off of his feet. Gunner gets right back up though, and knocks Diego off of his feet with a huge right hand. Diego falls in the direction of his partner, tagging in Marco on his way down. Marco hops up onto the top rope and springboards off with a dropkick. Gunner hits the mat again this time, and Marco runs to the ropes, hitting a second rope springboard moonsault, covering Gunner who powers out and sends Marco high into the air. Marco hops to his feet, but is leveled with a lariat from Gunner. Gunner picks him up and holds him over his shoulder, carrying him to the ropes and dropping him at the corner face first with the vicious snake eyes. Marco hits the mat on his back and is the next victim for some huge stomps from Gunner. Gunner picks Marco up and whips him into the corner with Tyson, who holds a knee up and hits Marco in the spine with it. Gunner looks at him again, as if to tell him to stop with the crap, and Higgins is once again in the corner scolding Tyson. Gunner tags him in, and Tyson picks up Marco hitting him hard with some kicks to the side. He knees Marco in the gut several times before dropping him to the mat with a DDT.
Gould: An absolute one-sided match here, these two are putting the beatdown on the Latin Kings.
Torres: That's because these guys are a disgrace to wrestling, Gould. It doesn't take a whole lot to be better than them.
Phoenix picks Marco up and carries him on his shoulders, sending him down to the mat with a fireman's carry slam, then covers him, but decides to get up right away, picking Marco up as well. He locks Marco up with a double underhook, then proceeds to slam him to the mat with the Power Chord! He covers and hooks a leg, picking up the one, two, and three.
Rebecca: Here are your winners, Gunner Hughes, and Tyson Phoenixxx!
Phoenix shakes his head at the poor announcement of his name again, and holds his arms high before giving Diego a huge Pele kick to the head as he heads over to check on Marco. Gunner looks at him and shouts, and Phoenix shrugs as he heads up the ramp and we go to commercial.
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Virgil Keenan vs Joe Martinez
As we come back, 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. 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. "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 towards the stage, turning it upside down. "Nothing can save them now. You've learned your lesson in violence."
Gould: Here is the mad man, Joe Martinez, and he looks to be ready for action.
The lights dim again, this time "Yonkers" by Tyler, The Creator blaring over the PA. Virgil Keenan appears on the stage, looking around at the crowd as he holds his treasured NAW Championship high for all to see. He then proceeds down the ramp, getting into the ring and holding the belt high again. He hands it off and it is put at the timekeeper's table, and he smirks at Joe, who just looks ready to get things going.
Rebecca: The following is a non-title match and is your main event of the evening... Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico..... Joe Martinez! *Crowd pop* And his opponent, from St. John's, New Foundland, Canada...... He is the NAW Champion.... Virgil Keenan!
The crowd pops for both men and the bell rings. They lock up with Joe forcing all of his weight forward as he takes out Virgil with a shove. They both get up and Joe runs and hits Virgil again with his weight, and again, and again. Virgil, with great resilience, keeps getting right back to his feet each time. Joe goes for him again and Virgil sidesteps, tripping Joe up, and when Joe turns around, Virgil hits him with an Enziguiri. Joe takes a knee, but doesn't go all the way down, and when he gets back up, Virgil jumps up and pulls Joe down, hitting him with a Double Knee Facebuster and sending him to the mat. Virgil gets to his feet and kicks Joe in the ribs a few times, forcing him to roll toward the ropes. Joe grabs the bottom one, and Higgins gets between them, telling Virgil that he has to lay off. Virgil steps back some, yelling for Joe to get up, and even going so far as calling him names like "old timer" and the like. The crowd starts to boo, and Joe gets up, thowing dirt at Virgil's face, but Virgil covers his face with an arm to protect him, then he hits Joe hard with some right hands.
Torres: That old guy tried to cheat, because he can't handle someone like Virgil in the ring. It's such a pathetic display.
Virgil whips Joe to the ropes and when Joe comes back, he hits joe with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. He then proceeds to follow them up with a series of backbreakers, going with his signature BackBlitz. Joe holds his spine in severe pain as he rolls out to the apron. He gets up and Virgil runs and dropkicks him back into the guardrail on the outside. Virgil then catapults himself outside and hits Joe hard with a plancha to the outside, getting up and holding his arms out victoriously. He jumps out with the fans, turning around and jumping onto the guardrail, jumping off and sending Joe flying with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and sending Joe right into the nearby ring stairs, which causes them to crash and fly off toward the ramp. Joe holds his spine in pain again as Virgil goes to slam him into the ringpost, but Joe is able to hold the post and stop the force, instead grabbing Virgil and slamming his head into the post repeatedly. He rolls Virgil into the ring and slides in behind him, jumping on the second rope and coming down with a huge double foot stomp, then jumping up again and coming down with a huge Splash! He covers Virgil.
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Joe gets to his feet, pounding himself in the head multiple times and coming up close to the camera so we can see his forehead begin to bleed with all the pounding. He licks his lips with an evil smile and turns around, seeing Virgil leaning against the corner. He hits a huge corner splash on Virgil and pulls him to the center of the ring, planting Virgil with a powerful DDT, the thud heard throughout the arena and the crowd popping loudly. Joe then immediately locks in the Grinning Crippler, and it seems to be the longest hold ever. Virgil fights it, and fights it hard, but eventually is forced to tap, and Joe gets to his feet. He holds his arms high.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... The Madman... Joe Martinez!
Joe gets out of the ring and grabs Virgil's championship belt, holding it high in the air, then dropping it on Virgil's chest, and warns Virgil to watch out before getting out of the ring as we cut to black.
"Stryke Them Down!"
"Rejoice"
"I'm Not Quite a Brilliant Fan"
"CAW!"(This is written over the background of a black crow)
We then cut to the commentary table, where we see Gould and Torres as usual, in front of several screaming fans.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! This crowd is electric tonight, and the Harry A. Kampel Pavilion is almost packed full, we sold over 10,000 tickets tonight! And we have one great show in store for you.
Torres doesn't even get a chance to talk when we hear "Tom Sawyer" blast over the PA System. The crowd is excited to see Alex Morgan step out in his signature suit, complete with a bowtie that he adjusts and straightens before giving the crowd a nod of approval. He starts down the ramp and even goes so far as high fiving some fans before getting into the ring. He reaches near the staff tables and is handed a microphone as his music fades and the crowd gets quiet for him.
Morgan: Thank you all for the great show of respect. I have a few quick announcements to make. First and foremost, I regret to inform you all that I haven't chosen a number one contender for the championships yet. Obviously, the Tag Team Championships will be defended at Heatwave next month, and since the Vice Squad are the prior champions, I am inclined to give them the nod for the number one contender spot for that particular match.
The crowd gives an incredible pop for the announcement of our tag team number one contenders.
Morgan: My next announcement regards a rumor and report that I'm sure everyone has heard about by now, regarding a World Championship Series. This is, in fact, true. Although I will be determining a new number one contender for that championship before this, these men have all shown incredible heart and determination, and you all know that that is what I look for. I have not gotten to announcing the names yet though, and I will be doing so as soon as possible so we can get that rolling. And my final announcement regards the TV Title. Now I know it hasn't been treated like a normal TV Title, and it hasn't been defended weekly, but that will all change soon enough. For now though, you'll have to settle for the Pay-Per-Views. And I haven't yet decided on one, but have come close to a decision on a number one contender for this championship. I'm down to quite a few people, and they all deserve it for one reason or another. Tonight will definitely play a huge--
"Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica interrupts Alex's speaking, and he looks confused, shocked, and still somehow as though he'd expected this. He lowers the microphone and patiently allows Trent Brown to appear, along with his fiance Katherine Brock, and the two stand on the stage, the crowd booing loudly. Trent has a microphone in hand.
Trent: Now ya know, Mr. Morgan, that I'm one of the best wrestlers ya have here in the company.
Morgan nods in agreement.
Trent: An' ya know that I put in me hard work, day in and day out, always giving you my all, and always doing whatever it takes.
More nods of agreement from Morgan.
Trent: Then how in the hell do ya act like it's a hard decision to see who should be taking that hick on at Heatwave. It's obviously an easy choice, and yer a complete and utter arse if you don't realize it. *Trent takes a step closer to the ramp* So just make the announcement, and we can all be happy.
Morgan: Now don't act like you can come out here and tell me what to do, Trent. I know you're a great wrestler, I know you bring all you have every show, and I know that you're a tough beast when it comes to this business. But the fact of the matter is, you lost at Spring Breakdown, whether you like it or not. I can't change that, you can't change that, nobody can. It's over with. So the cycle starts over. *Trent takes a few more steps* And I promise you that if you come any closer to this ring, I will guarantee that you don't get a championship match for a very long time.
Trent smiles slightly, and starts to test Morgan, pretending to step forward. He then actually starts to charge to the ring, but security members hop over the guardrail and hold him back as Morgan shakes his head, disappointed in Trent for not listening.
Morgan: You Irishmen always seem to have such temper problems, and one of these days, that Irish temper is going to cost you sir. You're lucky I don't have you escorted out of the arena and force a forfeit on your match, really. Now you should probably get back there and get ready for that, in whatever fashion that you do so. Mitch, have him calmed down please.
Morgan watch as Thompson and a few guards escort Trent backstage as we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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There's a Storm Brewing
The scene opens with Katherine Brock and Trent Brown walking in the backstage area of Meltdown .They stop when Trent sees two of the sound crew guys laughing. The look on Trent's face makes one leave while the other is left standing there cowering in fear.
Trent: You something funny lad? You find myself losing what should of been me title to that hick amusing?
The sound crew guy stammers around and tries to explain what was so funny.
Sound crew guy: I- I wasn't laughing a-a-t you. I was laughing at..
Trent who's annoyed with the man cuts him off.
Trent: You ungrateful little parasite! Ya know someone needs to teach you a lesson and today if your lucky day.
The sound guy is shaking with fear when all of a sudden Trent proceeds violently beat the snot out of the poor man. Katherine looks on in horror at Trent's actions when the referee's and road agents pull Trent off the man.
Referee: Trent! That's enough! Get off him!
Trent brakes free of the group holding him back and beats the man a few more times till he's a bloody mess. Katherine by this time is now pleading with him to stop.
Katherine Trent! Please stop!
The sound of desperation in her voice and the look of terror in her eyes is the only thing that gets Trent to stop. Trent looks at the damage he's down as the same ref looks at Trent and speaks up again.
Referee: Get the hell out of here! Leave him alone!
Katherine does her best to pull Trent away as he walks off with a smile , proud over the carnage he's caused as medics come rushing to the crew member's aid, and we cut back to the arena.
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Sebastian Jankowski vs Nightkrow
The violins start, and the crowd still gets pumped for Sebastian Jankowski, despite the fact that he hasn't seemed all that fond of them lately. The violins turn into that repetitive beat that has several of the college students in the huge crowd getting into the music as they bob their heads to the beat of it. And with a little bit of smoke and the screen lighting up with several action shots of Jankowski over his career at NAW, we see the man himself, as he jumps through the mist and looks around at the fans. He looks around at the arena and nods his head, then hops up and down before almost running down the ramp to get to the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
He rolls into the ring and looks around, running to a turnbuckle and holding his arms high in the air for several seconds to a crowd pop. He jumps down and does the same thing on the opposite end of the ring before staying in his corner and hopping up and down to get the adrenaline pumping. Suddenly then, the lights cut to black. A lone crow is seen flying on the screen. When the lights come back on, "Fight Fire with Fire" plays as the lights turn purple and green and swirl around on the fans in sync with the music. Nightkrow appears on the stage and looks around at the much larger crowd than at the last show, and he smiles a grin reminiscient of that on a kid at Christmas, getting the first glimpse at the huge pile of gifts under the tree. He looks around and nods, then begins his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent.... From Atlanta, Georgia..... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow stands about the middle of the ring, letting out a huge "CAAAW!" and the fans give one back.
Gould: They've grown to like him pretty quickly, haven't they?
Nightkrow climbs into the ring and takes off his coat, handing it to a staff member as he stands in his corner and gives Jankowski a nod. Jankowski just stares at him, intent on getting the match going it seems. The bell rings, and the two men move to the middle of the ring in fighting stance. Then, in a very confusing manner, Sebastian stops, and stands there for a second, before offering his hands for a hand bump, like in a boxing match.
Torres: Come on, what is this? It's match time, dammit!
Nightkrow stops and looks at Jankowski for a moment, then nods and pounds fists with Jankowski. The two take a few steps back after the show of mutual respect, then the two circle around the ring a little bit before locking up. Nightkrow, with the strength advantage, is able to pull Jankowski with an Arm Drag, and the two get right back up and circle the ring again. Jankowski charges, and Nightkrow bumps him and sends him down with a big block, but it doesn't have too big an effect as Jankowski hops back up and runs at him again, this time hitting him with a crossbody. The two hurry to their feet and Jankowski goes to hit Nightkrow with a lariat, but Nightkrow ducks, and Jankowski goes into the ropes. Jankowski comes back and Nightkrow grabs him and begins to go looking for a Tilt-a-Whirl backbreaker, but Jankowski is able to maneuver slightly in the tilt-a-whirl, and turns it into a bulldog!
Gould: Wow, what a reversal by Jankowski right there!
Jankowski is up just a second or two before Nightkrow, but it is a second or two enough as he lays a few kicks to Nightkrow's chest after he gets up onto a knee. This forces him back to the mat, and this opens up a chance for Jankowski to jump on the nearby second rope, coming off it and hitting Nightkrow hard in the chest with a springboard elbow drop. He hops right back to his feet and picks Nightkrow up, whipping him into the corner. He charges and jumps onto the second rope for leverage as he looks for an Enziguiri, but Nightkrow ducks out of the way and Jankowski lands on his feet, but it's a sketchy land, and its enough of a chance for Nightkrow to throw a right hand that forces Jankowski into the corner. Nightkrow runs and hits a Stinger splash, and Jankowski staggers out of the corner. Nightkrow runs to the turnbuckle and turns to face Jankowski, and when Jankowski turns to face him, he jumps off, looking for a Tornado DDT, but Jankowski stops him and turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex. He bridges it and looks for a pin here.
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Gould: A great night so far for Jankowski, wonder how far he can take this, eh?
Torres: Meh, I think he's just getting lucky right now, really.
Jankowski is to his feet first, and he grabs Nightkrow, who shoves him back and hurries to his feet, hitting a Dropkick when Jankowski comes running back. He then grabs one of Jankowski's arms and locks his arm behind him, pulling it and looking like he might hyperextend the elbow. Jankowski lets out a shout, but looks to fight back and refuses to tap out. He fights this all the way to his feet, and now Nightkrow has him bent forward, still pulling on the arm. Jankowski wails his free arm around, looking to hit Nightkrow with it, but he can't quite get to him. He does manage to move close to a rope though, and he grabs onto it, and Nightkrow lets go just about right away, no fight with Lansing at all. Jankowski turns and is greeted with a kick to the midsection, and is then planted with a DDT. Nightkrow rolls Jankowski over and covers, hooking a leg.
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Gould: Wow, this kid has so much fight in him tonight.
Torres: Against a man like Nightkrow, you almost have to. He's not going to take a single opponent lightly, and I'm pretty sure he's got his eyes on the gold.
Jankowski holds onto the ropes to get some breath, and Nightkrow grabs him by the hair, whipping him to the ropes. Jankowski comes back and ducks a Clothesline, instead jumping off the second rope and coming back with a springboard heel kick and both men hit the mat. Jankowski is up quickly though, and he runs to the ropes and goes for his Backflip Disaster! He hits the ropes, jumps off and lands...right on the mat as Nightkrow rolls out of the way just in time! He is to his feet and waits, and when Jankowski is up, he gives him a kick and connects wth the Krow's Bite! Nightkrow covers!
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Rebecca: Here is your winner......NIGHTKROW!
Nightkrow gets to his feet and holds his arms up as "Fight Fire with Fire" plays over the PM and the crowd cheers. He gets ready to get out of the ring when he is forcefully turned around by Jankowski. Jankowski stares him down, and Nightkrow stares back, and this goes on for several seconds. Jankowski heaves a heavy sigh, looking so disappointed in himself. He holds a hand out to shake Nightkrow's hand. Nightkrow reluctantly accepts it, then holds Jankowski's arm up to crowd applause as we cut to commercial.
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The V-List Circus Speaking
The camera shows "Sideshow" Euan Dante standing in the middle of a dressing room.
Euan Dante: Tonight I've got a very special announcement to make.
The dressing room door then opens and White Rabbit runs into the room and punches "Sideshow" Euan Dante. "The Very Good" David Fraggle then enters the room.
David Fraggle: Sorry Sideshow but it's now time for my announcement. You see Sideshow I once had a shot at the NAW Championship. Do you know why I didn't win it? It's because I was distracted by you and your stupid health problems at the time. To make matters worse I felt sympathy for you and decided to help you recover by wearing whatever you wore. I don't feel like a threat to NAW anymore I feel like a prostitute out in the street. Well I say no more, White Rabbit stomp on him again.
White Rabbit stomps on "Sideshow" Euan Dante.
David Fraggle: I want him back in the hospital where he belongs because he's not fit to be a part of our society.
White Rabbit does another stomp to "Sideshow" Euan Dante.
David Fraggle: White Rabbit I think the damage has been done.
White Rabbit stops stomping on "Sideshow" Euan Dante.
David Fraggle: White Rabbit the time has come for us to tell everybody the truth about his lies. Sideshow didn't care about wrestling he just saw this as something to do while hoping for another play offer to come up. Well he didn't get a play offer no he got an offer to take part in some new film that some unknown director, producer or scriptwriter, I don't care wants to make. All I know is I hate Sideshow and his stupid desire to be an actor. That's why I put together The White Rabbit Plan.
White Rabbit unmasks and it's Judas Fraggle.
David Fraggle: Sideshow you didn't even want the UWL Tag Team Titles, to you, you and your mistakes were all part of a plan to try and impress people to hire you for what you really wanted to be. There was never a concussion you just wanted to be daft and bring me down. That was why I brought in White Rabbit, I needed someone who I could trust, who could protect me from you. You got the first part if the plan right, there was a man called Steven and yes we did hire him to follow Dom Harter about, however what you didn't know was I knew him long before you did. To you he was a cameraman but to me he was one of many long lost Fraggle Family members who was on a journey to finding me to give him a direction in his life. Do you know what I give him in trade of being a cameraman? I gave him a quest. I told Steven Fraggle that if he could help me find Judas Fraggle I would let him wrestle a few matches as White Rabbit before the big reveal happened. As far as NAW went as long as White Rabbit appeared at shows they wouldn't have taken any notice of who he really was and that's how I got away with this sneaky change. Then it came to the match against Vice Squad, you wanted them to beat us so that you could walk away from the wrestling business. However I saw right through you and told White Rabbit to interfere in the match to help me win the titles so that I could announce The V-List Circus Ruling which would let me decide who I really wanted to team with. As you can tell I pick team with my monster Judas Fraggle.
Judas Fraggle: David Fraggle as I look at the NAW Tag Team Titles that we now hold together all that I can think about is the pain and suffering that we can deliver to the NAW roster. However I need you to understand something this is just part one of a journey for me. This is a journey where I get my revenge.
The two of them look down on the injured Dante as the scene fades and we go back to the arena.
Mike Silva vs Adam Stryker
Mike Silva is already in the ring when we come back from the locker room, his music fading out as Big Mike, his manager, walks around the ring at ringside shouting some encouragement at his representative. "Whatever Happened to My Rock N' Roll" by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hits the PA system. The crowd erupts as the Loose Cannon is expected to appear. He smiles at the reaction, then looks around at the crowd and nods his approval. The crowd pops even louder when he holds his arm up, then proceeds to go through with the cut throat that he's known for. He claps his hands some before heading down the ramp, locking eyes with Silva as he runs and slides into the ring, not even waiting for a bell. The two men exchange blows, with Silva throwing Stryker into the ropes. Stryker comes back and ducks a clothesline, and comes back to go for a lariat of his own, which Silva also ducks. Stryker hits the ropes again and stops himself on them, and the two meet for a collar and elbow tie up. Stryker sends Silva down with an arm drag, then holds onto it turning it into an arm lock, which Silva somehow manages to maneuver swiftly and turn it into a rollup, not even getting part of a count before Stryker kicks out.
Gould: Quick paced match here, can't wait to see who comes out on top in this one.
Torres: It looks like they're gonna wear out pretty quick though, that's no good. Stupid.
Stryker hurries to his feet and locks up with Silva again, pulling him in and sending him over his head with a belly to belly release suplex, sending Silva right onto his neck. Silva leans on one side and Big Mike is on the outside shouting and pounding the mat to him. Silva gets up and is met with a few right hands from Stryker. Stryker forces him into the corner, then forces a few elbows into Silva's face. He whips Silva to the other corner, then runs after, but Silva ducks out of the way and Stryker hits the turnbuckle with his knee, falling to the mat and holding it in pain for a second. Silva takes advantage and starts to stomp on Stryker's chest, taking some more breath right out of him with every stomp. Stryker rolls to the ropes and holds onto them, and Mark Lansing tells Silva to hold off. Stryker gets up on the ring apron, and Big Mike comes over and pulls on Stryker's feet, sending him face first into the skirt of the mat while Silva has the ref distracted and the fans boo.
Gould: Come on, get Mike out of here, he's ruining a perfect athletic competition.
Torres: It's only cheating if you get caught Gould, remember that.
Big Mike rolls Stryker into the ring, and Silva runs over and covers him quickly, getting almost to a two count before Stryker gets a foot on the rope. Silva pounds the mat in anger and then gets up and backs Lansing into a corner. Lansing holds his arms up and explains that Stryker's foot was on the rope. Silva turns around and is met with the Stryke! Stryker covers and hooks a leg, an almost sick smile across his face.
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Big Mike climbs up onto the apron and Stryker sees, getting to his feet and hitting a huge running Dropkick. Stryker turns to Silva, who is groggy and almost to his feet, running and kneeing him in the face, and when he turns, he's met with a Big Boot from Mike. Lansing calls for the bell, and then gets out of the ring quickly. Big Mike holds Stryker, and Silva throws several side kicks to each side of Stryker's body, then a huge buzzsaw kick to Stryker's face. He tells Big Mike to grab a table, and Big Mike gets out and grabs one, but when he gets up he is met with some right hands from Mitch Thompson. Silva dives out of the ring, but Thompson catches him and drops him immediately, as more security guards grab him and hold him back. Stryker holds his jaw and sits on one knee, staring at Thompson, who stares back up at him.
Gould: Security escorting silva and Big Mike to the back, but what really interests me is Thompson and Stryker here. They have a pretty rocky history.
Torres: Yeah, yeah yeah, but my good time is ruined, the match was getting fun.
The two continue to stare at one another as we cut to commercial.
Winner by disqualification: Adam Stryker
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When we come back from the break, we see Gould and Torres sitting at the booth.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, this evening has been huge, and is just about to get bigger. We have a double debut match coming up next, with Jordan Keyser facing off against James Faulds one on one, and we still have Gunner Hughes' first tag team match as well!
Torres: Huge tag match, Gould. Very hu--
Torres is interrupted by a new entrance song that we aren't yet accustomed to. "Satellites" by Rise Against plays, and the crowd is mixed. After a couple seconds, James Faulds appears on the stage, looking around at the fans, still mixed, but a few cheers coming from teenage girls who dig the looks of the man. He smiles and walks down the ramp slowly, looking back and forth at the fans. He finds a Jordan Keyser sign and tears it in half, then proceeds to slide into the ring, holding his arms high as he heads to his corner.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Newcastle, England..... James Faulds!
The crowd gets louder now, the cheering fans pop, the booing fans just get even louder. He shakes his head as he stares at the stage as "King of Kings" by Motorhead plays loudly. The crowd immediately boos as Jordan Keyser appears on the stage. He walks out with a very arrogant smile on his face, looking around at the fans and shaking his head in disappointment. He walks down the ramp slowly, seeing a kid in a Sebastian Jankowski shirt. He shouts at the kid, clearly yelling an insult as the child's mom holds the kid's ears. Jordan turns back around and is met with some right hands from James Faulds.
Gould: And Faulds doesn't want to wait any longer as he goes after Keyser!
Torres: I'm not so sure that's wise, it's almost like poking the angry bear. He's got a storm coming his way.
James pulls Jordan toward the ring and looks to slam him into the ring post, but Jordan stops him and instead whips him into the ring stairs. James lands hard into them, shoulder first. Jordan picks him up and lands a few huge punches to his face, then rolling him into the ring. Jordan climbs into the ring and Higgins calls for the bell. Jordan picks James up and leans him against the ring corner, as he throws several chops to James' chest. He then turns around and holds an arm up, turning back and hitting James hard with a right hand. James falls to the mat, and Jordan grabs him by the head and tosses him out of the ring with ease. He follows James out and kicks him every time he tries to get to his feet, knocking him back down each time he does it. He goes to kick James hard in the head, but James moves, and Jordan winds up with nothing but air. James is to his feet and when Jordan turns around, he spears him into the ring apron.
Gould: An overly violent matchup already here, Jim, there looks to be a lot of animosity between these guys.
Torres: And it's all over nothing more than James Faulds having a bad attitude.
James picks up Jordan and rolls him into the ring now, sliding in behind him, but Jordan was up almost right away and is stomping to keep James off of his feet. He picks James up and connects a Vertical Suplex, then proceeds to turn it into a string of three consecutive verticals instead. He immediately rolls over and covers.
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Jordan sighs as he picks James up and whips him into the ropes, running at him and hitting him hard with a lariat. He keeps running to the ropes, coming back with a running elbow drop which digs right into the chest of James. He covers again, but doesn't get any more luck than the last attempt. He yells at Higgins, who shakes his head, and the crowd boos. He gets up and starts to shout at the fans now, who boo even louder. He's yelling for them to shut up and is met with a huge dropkick as he turns around. The crowd pops as Faulds goes over to the corner, and when Jordan is up, James runs and hits him with a running boot to the head. He pounds his chest a few times in a show of dominance, then looks at Jordan, who is sprawled out across the mat. He picks him up and throws him out of the ring as he looks around at the fans. He heads toward where Jordan is getting up onto the apron and goes to throw a huge right hand, but Jordan blocks it and puts his head in between the ropes, hitting James with it. He then headbutts James and forces him back, jumps onto the top rope with a spin, and catapults, continuing to spin, hitting James with a rotating DDT and planting him hard into the mat. He covers immediately, hooking the leg.
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Rebecca: Here is your winner, Jordan Keyser!
Jordan holds his arms high with an arrogant smirk as he looks down at Faulds. He holds his arms high over him as we cut.
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Gunner Hughes w/ Mystery Partner vs Latin Kings
When we come back, Cypress Hill's "Insane In The Brain" is heard playing and the Latin Kings are in the ring, getting the crowd pumped up. They get to their corner and begin talking as their music makes way to that gunshot we grew accustomed to. "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits and Gunner appears on the stage shortly after. He holds his arm high, looking around at the fans, not a hint of emotion on his face.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match, introducing first, already in the ring, Diego Martinez and Marco Uribe.... The Latin Kings!
Gunner makes his way down the ramp, the crowd mixed, mostly with cheers, as he heads down and looks in the ring at his opponents. He climbs up onto the apron and gets into the ring.
Rebecca: And the opponents, first.... Gunner Hughes!
Gunner holds an arm high as he leans on the turnbuckle in his corner to await his new mystery partner.
Rebecca: And introducing his tag team partner…from Detroit, Michigan…Tyson Phoen…
The microphone suddenly cuts out and Rebecca keeps talking, but after a few moments she notices her mic isn’t working and gets a confused look on her face.
Gould: Well it looks like we may be having some technical difficulties in the ring with Rebecca’s microphone.
Torres: What the hell? I guess that’s what Alex Morgan gets for going with those cheap microphones the NAW.
Rebecca looks frustrated as she waits for NAW technicians to fix her microphone. Suddenly, a cocky sounding laugh is heard throughout the arena coming from the PA system followed by a man’s voice.
Voice: Don’t worry sweetheart…nice try, but I got this.
The arena lights then instantly turn green and “Metal Health” by Enigmatic starts to play. After a few seconds the lights start to flash and smoke begins to cover the entryway as the man’s voice continues.
Voice: Ladies and gentleman…boys and girls of all ages…coming to the ring from Detroit, Michigan….this man is a former world champion in the wrestling ring, but according to the ladies he’s a current world champion in the bedroom...he is the madman from motor city…the hero from hockeytown…the one…the only…“The Rockstar”…Tyson Phoenix!!
As soon as the introduction ends a man comes walking out through the cloud of smoke with a microphone in one hand and his other arm held high in the air flashing rock and roll devil horns with his fingers. He stops at the top of the ramp and holds his pose as a pair of huge silver pyros instantly explode from each side of the ramp, then he lowers his arm and begins to make his way to the ring, taunting the fans as they give him a mixed reaction.
Torres: Well here he is….Tyson Phoenix, the man who has been tasked with being the tag team partner of Gunner Hughes.
Tyson climbs up onto the ring apron and up to the second corner turnbuckle to pose again with his devil horns held high as camera flashes light up the arena, then he hops back down to the mat and the lights go back to normal as his music comes to a stop. He raises the mic to his mouth and smiles at Rebecca, who is still standing inside the ring.
Tyson: You can run along now honey…your job is done here for now. You just go back and sit in your seat and continue to look sexy until me and that big old bastard over there win this tag team match, then you can come back in here and say my name the right way this time. Sound good?
Rebecca appears unimpressed as she exits the ring, the Tyson turns and looks out into the crowd as he raises the microphone to his mouth again.
Tyson: Hello NAW!
Tyson spreads his arms out as if to present himself to the fans and another mixed reaction is heard. He then lowers his arms and raises the mic up to his mouth again with a smile on his face.
Tyson: I look around this arena at some of the ugly looking faces on you people, and I can see all the blank expressions. You people have no idea what to think right now, “Who in the hell is this clown?” you’re probably all thinking.
Gould: Well not a very good way to start off your reputation in the NAW…by insulting the fans.
Torres: Well you may be right, but to Tyson’s credit some of these people really are pretty ugly. I mean damn, I don’t even think that lady sitting over there in the front row has any teeth!
Tyson pauses a moment as chatter and some boos are heard throughout the crowd.
Tyson: Well I’m a very complex individual, so to stand out here tonight and try to explain to you people exactly just who I am and what I plan to accomplish here would take a very long time. I mean, this is Pennsylvania after all…so I’d imagine I’d have to talk pretty damned slow in order for you morons to comprehend. And that would be probably be about as exciting for me as watching paint dry, or even worse….a David Fraggle promo. So instead of enduring all that, I’m just going to let you people sit back and experience it first-hand. So welcome everybody…to the Tyson Phoenix show!
Tyson tosses the mic to the mat and holds up his rock and roll devil horns one more time, then he walks to the corner where Gunner is waiting with an unimpressed look on his face as he shakes his head. Tyson smiles and steps aside and motions to the ring, allowing Gunner to start things out.
Gould: A possible show of respect to the former NAW Champion, but I still just don’t know if Gunner is going to be able to trust this guy.
Torres: Well don’t forget that Gunner is the one here who’s the criminal that’s been in trouble with the law. How do we know that Tyson can trust him? I would watch my back if I were Tyson…and I sure as hell wouldn’t leave any money lying around the locker room.
Gould: Ok, now you’re just being ridiculous.
The bell rings as Gunner locks up with Diego Martinez. Gunner is able to turn him around and force him into his corner where Tyson Phoenix is standing by the post. Gunner leans forward and rams his shoulder into the gut of Diego a few times before standing straight and landing some knife edge chops. He pulls Diego out of the corner and slams him to the mat with a huge Scoop Slam. This is followed up with some repeated stomps. He covers quickly, but doesn't even get a full one count before Diego gets a shoulder up. Gunner picks him up and Diego shoves him back, then takes a step back, unwisely, into Gunner's corner. Phoenix grabs him by the throat and pulls him into a reverse guillotine, pretty much just catapulting Diego forward and face first onto the mat. Gunner looks at Phoenix, clearly not impressed, and Phoenix can only shrug. Gunner sighs as Higgins scolds Phoenix, who just waves the senior official off.
Gould: Total lack of respect shown for everything here, and I still don't get how Phoenix and Gunner will be able to coexist.
Torres: Yeah, because Phoenix don't want to be seen with no square.
Gunner picks up Diego who shoves him back again, then hits Gunner with a Dropkick. Gunner takes a few steps back, and Diego is given a good opportunity as he runs to the ropes, bouncing off and hitting Gunner with a flying crossbody that takes the big man off of his feet. Gunner gets right back up though, and knocks Diego off of his feet with a huge right hand. Diego falls in the direction of his partner, tagging in Marco on his way down. Marco hops up onto the top rope and springboards off with a dropkick. Gunner hits the mat again this time, and Marco runs to the ropes, hitting a second rope springboard moonsault, covering Gunner who powers out and sends Marco high into the air. Marco hops to his feet, but is leveled with a lariat from Gunner. Gunner picks him up and holds him over his shoulder, carrying him to the ropes and dropping him at the corner face first with the vicious snake eyes. Marco hits the mat on his back and is the next victim for some huge stomps from Gunner. Gunner picks Marco up and whips him into the corner with Tyson, who holds a knee up and hits Marco in the spine with it. Gunner looks at him again, as if to tell him to stop with the crap, and Higgins is once again in the corner scolding Tyson. Gunner tags him in, and Tyson picks up Marco hitting him hard with some kicks to the side. He knees Marco in the gut several times before dropping him to the mat with a DDT.
Gould: An absolute one-sided match here, these two are putting the beatdown on the Latin Kings.
Torres: That's because these guys are a disgrace to wrestling, Gould. It doesn't take a whole lot to be better than them.
Phoenix picks Marco up and carries him on his shoulders, sending him down to the mat with a fireman's carry slam, then covers him, but decides to get up right away, picking Marco up as well. He locks Marco up with a double underhook, then proceeds to slam him to the mat with the Power Chord! He covers and hooks a leg, picking up the one, two, and three.
Rebecca: Here are your winners, Gunner Hughes, and Tyson Phoenixxx!
Phoenix shakes his head at the poor announcement of his name again, and holds his arms high before giving Diego a huge Pele kick to the head as he heads over to check on Marco. Gunner looks at him and shouts, and Phoenix shrugs as he heads up the ramp and we go to commercial.
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Commercial Break
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Virgil Keenan vs Joe Martinez
As we come back, 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. 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. "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 towards the stage, turning it upside down. "Nothing can save them now. You've learned your lesson in violence."
Gould: Here is the mad man, Joe Martinez, and he looks to be ready for action.
The lights dim again, this time "Yonkers" by Tyler, The Creator blaring over the PA. Virgil Keenan appears on the stage, looking around at the crowd as he holds his treasured NAW Championship high for all to see. He then proceeds down the ramp, getting into the ring and holding the belt high again. He hands it off and it is put at the timekeeper's table, and he smirks at Joe, who just looks ready to get things going.
Rebecca: The following is a non-title match and is your main event of the evening... Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico..... Joe Martinez! *Crowd pop* And his opponent, from St. John's, New Foundland, Canada...... He is the NAW Champion.... Virgil Keenan!
The crowd pops for both men and the bell rings. They lock up with Joe forcing all of his weight forward as he takes out Virgil with a shove. They both get up and Joe runs and hits Virgil again with his weight, and again, and again. Virgil, with great resilience, keeps getting right back to his feet each time. Joe goes for him again and Virgil sidesteps, tripping Joe up, and when Joe turns around, Virgil hits him with an Enziguiri. Joe takes a knee, but doesn't go all the way down, and when he gets back up, Virgil jumps up and pulls Joe down, hitting him with a Double Knee Facebuster and sending him to the mat. Virgil gets to his feet and kicks Joe in the ribs a few times, forcing him to roll toward the ropes. Joe grabs the bottom one, and Higgins gets between them, telling Virgil that he has to lay off. Virgil steps back some, yelling for Joe to get up, and even going so far as calling him names like "old timer" and the like. The crowd starts to boo, and Joe gets up, thowing dirt at Virgil's face, but Virgil covers his face with an arm to protect him, then he hits Joe hard with some right hands.
Torres: That old guy tried to cheat, because he can't handle someone like Virgil in the ring. It's such a pathetic display.
Virgil whips Joe to the ropes and when Joe comes back, he hits joe with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. He then proceeds to follow them up with a series of backbreakers, going with his signature BackBlitz. Joe holds his spine in severe pain as he rolls out to the apron. He gets up and Virgil runs and dropkicks him back into the guardrail on the outside. Virgil then catapults himself outside and hits Joe hard with a plancha to the outside, getting up and holding his arms out victoriously. He jumps out with the fans, turning around and jumping onto the guardrail, jumping off and sending Joe flying with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and sending Joe right into the nearby ring stairs, which causes them to crash and fly off toward the ramp. Joe holds his spine in pain again as Virgil goes to slam him into the ringpost, but Joe is able to hold the post and stop the force, instead grabbing Virgil and slamming his head into the post repeatedly. He rolls Virgil into the ring and slides in behind him, jumping on the second rope and coming down with a huge double foot stomp, then jumping up again and coming down with a huge Splash! He covers Virgil.
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Joe gets to his feet, pounding himself in the head multiple times and coming up close to the camera so we can see his forehead begin to bleed with all the pounding. He licks his lips with an evil smile and turns around, seeing Virgil leaning against the corner. He hits a huge corner splash on Virgil and pulls him to the center of the ring, planting Virgil with a powerful DDT, the thud heard throughout the arena and the crowd popping loudly. Joe then immediately locks in the Grinning Crippler, and it seems to be the longest hold ever. Virgil fights it, and fights it hard, but eventually is forced to tap, and Joe gets to his feet. He holds his arms high.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... The Madman... Joe Martinez!
Joe gets out of the ring and grabs Virgil's championship belt, holding it high in the air, then dropping it on Virgil's chest, and warns Virgil to watch out before getting out of the ring as we cut to black.