Post by Alice White on Jun 11, 2013 14:01:21 GMT -5
Last Week Post-Meltdown
The tron lights up, and we see a video get ready to play. At the bottom of the screen, it shows that this was at the last edition of Meltdown, after the show. We see Kelly Parker, NAW wrestler talking with a staff member.
Staff: Did you see the new talent that Alex Morgan signed before the show, that Jenny Smith girl? She's really cute.
Kelly: Yeah, I saw. Did you hear all that stuff about her though?
The staff member looks kind of confused and shakes his head.
Kelly: Yeah, she's really crazy, like she's all schizoid or bipolar or something. I don't get what Alex saw in her, but whatever.
The staff member looks behind Kelly and sees Jenny Smith behind her, a crazy look in her eyes. After a few seconds, she lets out a scream and jumps Kelly, turning her around and knocking her down, pounding on her.
Jenny: Crazy, huh?!? I'll show you crazy!
Jenny continues to attack Kelly, but Kelly fights back against her, which results in both women rolling around on the floor, kicking and punching each other wherever they can get a shot in. This goes on for around a minute before several staff members and both referees come and pull them apart, Jenny still swinging after Kelly, yelling that she isn't crazy. Both of them stare at each other, being held back, Jenny finally starting to attempt to calm down.
Kelly: Get that crazy bitch away from me!
This sparks up another fire in Jenny, who breaks free of the grip of the security team, and she goes after Kelly again. Luckily, a guard is able to grab the arm of the Dutch Diva before she can get to Kelly. They finally get Kelly out of the room and Jenny keeps letting out shrill screams of anger. She stomps down the hall and the camera follows. She sees a female staff member who was packing equipment up but stopped to watch the mayhem ensue.
Jenny: Did you have fun watching that? Well, did ya?!?
The staff member is frightened, but she shakes her head, and Jenny lets out a maniacal giggle. She turns like she's going to go away and suddenly turns back around.
Jenny: BOO!
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The staff member jumps as Jenny laughs and skips down the hallway, and we cut to our usual video package to open the show to the sound of Steve Vai's "Now We Run" guitar solo. We cut to the arena and see several signs in the small arena, representing different superstars. Some memorable ones include:
A poorly drawn hand throwing up devil horns, the words "Tyson Phoenix" between the two fingers sticking up
"Courage, Confidence, and Cornflakes"
A drawing of two over muscular arms, and between them, where a body would be are the words "Roid Rage"
Gould: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! We've got another great new show for you, and this week we have another two debut matches!
Torres: That's right, Gouldy! We got that little cutie from the Netherlands coming right up, as well as a monstrous new tag team in Roid Rage!
An Unlikely Alliance?
Jenny walked through the backstage area trying to figure out what was where. She couldn't wait to have her first live match. She would show them what she was made of! As she continued to walk she came to the part of the backstage area that leads to the entrance ramp. She stood there for a bit looking up the stairs with a big smile on her face. She hoped the time wuold come soon that she was standing here ready to make her entrance. How would the crowd react? Would they boo her? Would they cheer her? Would they call her names? Or worse would they be dead silent? All these things where going through her mind as she stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up still a big smile on her face.
"What's up, new chick?"
Jenny Smith turns around in surprise as she sees a young, muscular man, wearing jeans and black t-shirt with the famous Dark Side of The Moon logo. The man, who she recognizes to be Adam Stryker, takes a smoke of his cigarette and smirks at the young girl, and we hear a lot of teenage fans in the crowd pop loudly when they see him.
Jenny Smith: "You should be smoking here."
Adam smirks once again as he takes few steps toward Jenny.
Adam Stryker: "I shouldn't be doing a shitload of things. That's not why I came here."
Before Jenny can ask why he approached her, Stryker extends his offer.
Adam Stryker: "I believe we know a thing or two about each other. I am a pretty successful guy who runs two Dojos, or wrestling schools if you will. You, on the other hand, are a rookie that is awaiting her debut in her first ever company. You see where I am going with this?"
Jenny twists a lock of her hair and smiles at the former PWX Hybrid Champion.
Jenny Smith: "Maybe..."
Stryker hands her a paper with the address and contact info of The Stryke Dojo in Los Angeles. He pats Jenny's shoulder.
Adam Stryker: "Give me a call. I believe I have a thing or two to teach you..."
Jenny watches Adam walk away with a thoughtfull look in her eyes. Then she looks at the piece of paper he gave her and a smile appears around her lips. She tucks the piece of paper in her jeans pocket and skips away from the scene toward the curtain at the entranceway of the arena.
Kelly Parker vs Jenny Smith
The familiar tune of Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays, but in unfamiliar manner and voice, as it is from the film Rock of Ages and sung by Catherine Zeta-Jones. The lights come back on and we see Jenny Smith, her back to the audience, her left hip out, and her hand on it, her other hand in the air. When the chorus begins, she turns around to face the audience, and looks around at all the fans, admiring it. She skips down the ramp to the beat of the song.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania.... Kelly Parker! And her opponent, making her way to the ring now, from Amsterdam.... The Dutch Diva.... Jenny Smith!
Jenny skips down to the ring and climbs up the stairs, getting into the ring and looking over at Kelly, who rolls her eys and crosses her arms impatiently. Jenny goes to the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the audience. The crowd pops a little bit for her as she jumps down and looks at Mark Lansing, nodding that she's ready and her music cuts. The bell rings, and the two ladies lock up. Kelly takes an early advantage with size and strength, forcing Jenny to the mat, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her head into the mat several times. Jenny responds by forcing her head up hard and headbutting Kelly in the face to get her off. Jenny gets to her feet and kicks Kelly in the chest a few times, then jumps behind her and spins, kicking her in the back of the head and sending her all the way down on her stomach. Jenny skips around the ring and waves to some of the fans, admiring what she just did.
Torres: She's gonna have to pay attention...
Jenny turns, and Kelly is up, meeting Jenny with a Roundhouse kick just as Jenny faces her. This sends Jenny to the mat, and Kelly runs to the corner nearest Jenny, facing the laying opponent and diving off the second rope with an elbow drop. She covers Jenny, but Jenny kicks out, out of instinct alone. Kelly gets up and whips Jenny into the ropes, who comes back with a diving double arm takedown. She hurries to her feet, stomping on Kelly's chest a few times. After a few seconds, a wicked smile crosses her face and she locks in the Black Widow submission on Kelly, who squirms to try to get free, but it's locked in. Kelly freaks out a little bit, kicking and squirming, and is somehow able to lay a leg on the bottom rope, and Lansing spots it, telling Jenny to get off of Kelly. Jenny doesn't oblige, and uses almost all of the five count before a DQ were to happen, but lets go just before it. Jenny is to her feet and watches close as Kelly gets to her feet, crawling around and looking for a rope, but she can't find one. She is in the center of the ring when she is finally able to get up, and Jenny hits a running bulldog, seemingly from out of nowhere. She picks Kelly up and shoves her head between her legs, and with a Double Underhook, she is in the air and she hits her finisher, Another One Bites The Dust, and she rolls Kelly over and covers her.
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Jenny gets to her feet as her music hits, and the crowd reacts pretty mixed, but quite a few cheers for her as she gets out of the ring and looks at Kelly, who is still just about lifeless in the ring.
Rebecca: Here is your winnner.... Jenny Smith!
Jenny backs up the ramp as Kelly gets up and leans on the opposite ropes and we go to the backstage area.
Revenge?
The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle and Judas Fraggle who is holding a teddy bear standing in a dressing room.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight I promise the entire world that NAW will have a glimpse into its future. A future that is dark. A future that is scary.
Judas Fraggle: A future that sees me get what I want.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: What do you want?
Judas Fraggle: To slowly send a message to NAW that sets up my revenge over the way that I got fired. Tonight NAW is going to find out what my hate feels like.
Both men smirk as we cut to our first commercial break.
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Commercial Break
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David Fraggle vs Lord Smoodude
When we come back from break, Lord Smoodude is on his way to the ring along with his wife.
Rebecca: The following match is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall, currently making his way to the ring, Lord Smoodude!
The crowd has mixed feelings about him as he slides into the ring behind his wife, laying over her and gyrating his hips. He gets to his feet and poses for the fans when he is cut off by "Storytime" by Nightwish. We get a mixed reaction, but quite a few cheers, as David Fraggle charges out from behind the curtain. He looks around at the fans, but doesn't change his attitude. He's focused, and ready for action, Judas Fraggle a few steps behind, championship belts in tow.
Rebecca: And his opponent..... Being accompanied by Judas Fraggle... He is one half of the NAW Tag Team Champions... "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle slides into the ring and wastes no time, charging and tackling Smoodude as the bell rings. He lays a bunch of right hands on Smoodude, not stopping for anything. Eventually, Lansing comes over and tells Fraggle to lay off, and Fraggle does. He gets up and as Smoodude slowly gets onto a knee, Fraggle charges and punts Smoodude in the face, laying him out flat on the mat. Fraggle covers.
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TW- Kickout!
Gould: Wow, this match has been going on for all of thirty seconds and Fraggle almost picked up the win.
Torres: yeah, I don't know what exactly Alex Morgan saw in this dude when he hired him, but I don't think it was the wisest of his decisions as of late.
Fraggle pulls Smoodude to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Smoodude comes back and ducks a Clothesline, bounces off the other ropes and comes back to be met with a headscissors that sends him right onto his back. Fraggle gets up and goes over to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle and crouching in wait. Smoodude gets to his feet and is met with a huge Missile Dropkick. Fraggle gets to his feet and gets behind Smoodude, waiting for him to get up. As Smoodude gets to his feet, Fraggle grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him to the corner, jumping on the second turnbuckle and dropping him with a Fraggle Rock Drop! Fraggle covers!
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Fraggle gets to his feet as his music hits and he holds his arms high in the air.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle smirks as he gets out of the ring, and he holds his arms high in the air the whole way, Judas Fraggle with him. Judas looks at Fraggle and hands him the belts, getting into the ring and shoving Smoodude's wife out of the way. He picks Smoodude up and lands a huge Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker before connecting with his signature Side Slam that he monsterized the entire WBSW roster with in the past. He looks down at his handiwork and grins, looking back up the ramp at David Fraggle, who is also grinning as we fade to commercial.
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Commercial Break
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The Vice Squad vs Roid Rage
When we cut back to the arena, the lights go black. The crowd is flooded with a red lighting going around the arena, and a loud siren. After several seconds, this is put to an end. It's pitch black, and absolutely silent. The Vice Squad logo lights up the arena from the screen at the stage, and the Miami Vice theme song begins to play. The lights come back on and we see Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter, the Vice Squad, appear on the stage. The look at each other, smiles on their faces as they head down the ramp, high fives going to all the fans that they can reach, even going so far as to reach a few rows back to get some.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... The team of Lance Carter and Hank Sharpe... They are The Vice Squad!
They get into the ring and walk to opposite turnbuckles, holding their arms high to crowd cheers, when they are interrupted by a new and unfamiliar theme song, the entire crowd looking up at the stage to see what's going on. The slow guitar to "Young Men Dead" by the Black Angels plays, and when the drums begin, we see David Alexander and Matthew D'Aquila, the team Roid Rage, standing atop the stage. Streamers fly over them on the stage, and they begin their descent down the ramp, no attention paid to the crowd.
Rebecca: And their opponents.... The Double R..... Roid Rage!
D'Aquila climbs up the ring stairs and climbs over the top rope, while Alexander slides into the ring. Alexander leans on a turnbuckle while D'Aquila climbs up on the corner and holds his arms out in a crucifix sign. They get down as their music fades out and both teams discuss who will be starting, the Vice Squad doing this with their typical Rock, Paper, Scissors routine. Carter starts off for the Vice Squad, while Alexander starts for RR. They circle the ring after the bell goes, and Carter looks around for ways to avoid having to meet up with the monster across the ring from him straight up. He moves in a bit and Alexander goes to lock up, but Carter is able to move back a step before they actually do. He finally goes for a charge and crossbody, but Alexander catches him with the greatest of ease, and lifts him up in Military Press position. He walks around the ring and drops Carter hard on the mat behind him.
Torres: Wow, the brute strength of Alexander is absolutely amazing. I'm already a fan.
Alexander grabs Carter by the hair and slams a knee into his ribs several times before shoving Carter's head between his legs, lifting him and slamming him to the mat with a Powerbomb. He looks around and picks Carter up yet again, lifting him up and whipping him into the ropes. Carter comes back and ducks a monstrous clothesline, comes back again and hits Alexander with his own lariat, but it has very little effect except to catch Alexander off guard. Alexander catches him by the arm though, spins him around and pulls him in, hitting him with a huge elbow and flattening him in the ring. Alexander covers.
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TW-- A kickout!
Torres: So he kicks out...somehow... But I almost feel like he should just have given these guys the win. They're beastly.
Alexander gets to his feet and pulls Carter up, getting behind him and putting him in a full nelson before lifting him and slamming him to the ground with so much force to his neck that Carter does a full backflip after hitting the mat. This flip, however, puts him right next to his team's corner, and Sharpe is able to make a sneaky tag. Alexander picks up Carter and faces the center of the ring as Sharpe hops off the top turnbuckle and hangs onto Alexander's back like a monkey. He applies a sleeper hold, and Alexander walks around the ring, trying to get him to let go. He backs into a corner hard, trying to get Sharpe to let go. D'Aquila hurries into the ring and hits Sharpe with a monster right hand, knocking him off of Alexander and to the mat before the ref gets to him and has him getting out of the ring. This gives ample time for Carter to get to his feet and hit Alexander with a Clothesline, and the big man is off of his feet for the first time in the match. At this point, D'Aquila is complaining to Higgins that Carter was just in the ring but wasn't legal, but by the time Higgins sees Carter, he's flat on his back on the floor outside, and looks ready to die.
Torres: You've got to be kidding me, that was clearly cheating with the Vice Squad there, but they aren't gonna call it?
Gould: Well nobody saw anything happen, so Higgins can't make that call, or i'm sure that he would.
Sharpe lays some stomps onto the chest of Alexander, each one harder than the previous one. He goes over to the corner and stands on the turnbuckle, jumping off and looking for the Top Gun Special! Alexander had just rolled out of the way though, and both of the big men have started to attack Sharpe! Carter comes into the ring to make the save, but it's a little too much for him as well and Roid Rage have taken over the beatdown together, each of them hitting an opponent with a huge Powerbomb. Gunner Hughes is seen running down the ramp now, attacking Alexander, and taking it to him good, while Phoenix follows him down the ramp, visibly unsure as to why they're making a save. He turns Gunner around and asks him what they're doing, and Gunner starts to yell at him about being a decent guy, and the Latin Kings come out now and attack Phoenix from behind! All four teams are brawling in the ring, when we see Judas and David Fraggle standing at the top of the ramp and laughing, holding the tag team championships as we cut to commercial.
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Commercial Break
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James Faulds vs Mike Silva
When we come back to the arena, we hear Silva's music hit after the lights go out. The video screen lights up to show some different shots of him in action, and the lights come back on. Silva is down in the ring in no time at all, and he looks around at the booing crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first, The X Factor..... Miiiike Siiilva!
The crowd boos loudly as Silva's manager, Big Mike, gives him a high five before getting out of the ring, and Silva is in his corner, jumping up and down. He gets himself pumped up when we hear "Satellites" by Rise Against blare across the arena. The crowd is on their feet to look up at the stage, and we get a loud reaction, mostly a big pop from the crowd as we see James Faulds standing atop the stage. He looks around at the fans, not even appearing to want any crap from anyone. He starts on his way down the ramp, even going so far as to clap hands with a fan or two.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Newcastle, England...... James Faulds!
Faulds gets down the ramp to the ring and stares into the ring at Silva, who looks pumped and ready to go. Faulds goes over to the stairs and and climbs them, getting into the ring, still staring down Silva, who beckons him to bring it on. Faulds goes over to his corner as his music fades out. The crowd gets quiet as the bell rings, and the two men lock up. Silva is able to push Faulds back a few steps, but Faulds gets low, plants his feet, then starts to push Silva back. Silva fights it, and it goes really slow, so Faulds scraps it and turns it into an armbar. He twists Silva's arm as hard as he can, and Silva looks to fight it, taking a few steps and grabs the nearby rope. Faulds lets go and takes a step back. When Silva comes to him, Faulds kciks him in the midsection, and whips him into the opposite ropes. He comes back and is met with a dropkick fromm Faulds. Faulds goes over and covers.
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Faulds picks up Silva and goes to knee him in the midsection, but Silva catches the knee and forces him back, then hits him hard in the head with an Enziguiri! Silva gets to his feet and goes to the corner, and as Faulds gets up, Silva jumps off and lands a headscissors takedown that puts them both on the mat for a couple of seconds. Silva is up first and he high fives Big Mike before going over to where Faulds is slowly picking himself up and whips him into the corner. He runs over and jumps up, pressing his feet against Faulds and sending him to the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Silva hurries to his feet and looks at Faulds, who seems like that took a toll on his back. Silva charges and goes for a leg lariat, but Faulds ducks it, turns to face Silva, and as Silva gets himself situated, he is met with a regular lariat! Faulds picks Silva up and then proceeds to hit him with an uppercut, followed by various other punches, jabs, and strikes, finishing this series off with a huge right hook that leaves Silva leaning on the top rope. Faulds charges and hits Silva with a clothesline, and both men spill over the top rope and to the outside, and Lansing gets himself ready to start the count.
Gould: Faulds is giving his all to Silva tonight, showing everybody that Jordan Keyser really isn't better than him, and it was all situational.
Torres: The problem though is that Keyser is better than him, and the better man won at the last show. Nothing against Faulds, he just isn't good enough!
Faulds is to his feet first, and he picks up Silva, throwing some huge right hands that force Silva to take a step back, then another step back. He looks around and rolls Silva back into the ring, then slides in himself. Silva is slowly getting up, and Lansing checks on him to see if he's alright. Faulds runs across the ring to the other ropes, and Big Mike trips him, sending Fauld to the mat to land flat on his face.
Gould: Come on! A cheap move by Silva's manager there!
Silva takes advantage of this by picking Faulds up and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He picks Faulds up, then connects with another before looking around at the booing fans and smiling. He runs to the ropes and bounds off of them, running back and doing a front somersault, then a jumping front flip to land on the mat as Faulds gets out of the way just in time. Silva holds his spine and arches his back in pain as Faulds grabs him by the hair, whipping him into the ropes. Silva comes back and Faulds lifts him up, then swings him from one side to the other, hitting "The End of Your Days" and the crowd erupts. Faulds covers, getting the victory over Silva.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... James.... Faulds!
Faulds' music hits as he holds his arms high and the crowd cheers him on, but he looks down at Silva, who is just about lifeless and has his manager, Big Mike, checking on him. Faulds runs to the ropes as his music fades out and punts Big Mike in the face while he is checking on Silva, and the crowd still sorta cheers him on. He picks Silva up again, hitting another End of your Days, and then gets a nice set up, and locks Big Mike in his patented Inverted Triangle Choke. Mike flips out, trying as hard as he can to get out of it, but Faulds holds it until it seems like Mike might pass out. Faulds gets up as his music hits again and he walks up the ramp with a mean look on his face.
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Nightkrow vs Jordan Keyser
We cut to the arena, and the lights cut to black. The opening to "Fight Fire with Fire" by Metallica hits, and the crowd goes nuts. The screen lights up to show a crow flying, between action shots of Nightkrow facing off against various opponents. A green spotlight swirls around the audience, who soaks it up and loves it as the lights come back up, and we see Nightkrow on the stage. The crowd lets out a huge pop as he looks around the arena, wearing his trademark trenchcoat and facepaint style, nodding his approval of this week's fans.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia.... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow walks down the ramp slowly, smiling and nodding his head as he goes down, even high fiving the occasional fan or two. He gets into the ring and walks around it once or twice, climbing up on one turnbuckle, cupping his hands around his mouth and letting out a loud "CAAAW!" with the crowd immediately reciprocating. He doesn't get to finish before being interrupted though, as "King of Kings" by Motorhead hits. The crowd immediately starts booing as the pyros on the stage begin to go off, Keyser appearing behind all the smoke. He takes a step forward and holds an arm up, the crowd booing even louder.
Rebecca: And his opponent....the Executioner..... From Nueces County, Texas.... Jordan Keyser!
Keyser starts on his way down the ramp as Nightkrow takes off his leather jacket and lays it down in the corner, getting ready as Jordan gets into the ring. He goes to his own corner and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell. The guys lock up, and Jordan wins the initial test of strength, forcing Nightkrow into the ropes. He whips Nightkrow into the other ropes, and Nightkrow ducks a Clothesline, going to the other ropes and catching himself. They lock up again, and Nightkrow sends Jordan to the mat with an Arm Drag. He picks Jordan up and whips him to the ropes, Jordan coming back and getting hit with a Hip Toss, but rolling right back to his feet. They lock up yet another time, this time Nightkrow forcing Jordan into the corner. He goes to throw a chop, but Jordan blocks it, ducks out of the way, and shoves Nightkrow into the corner face first.
Torres: Great counter there on Jordan's part, the man is an absolute god among men here.
Jordan turns Nightkrow around and hits him in the chest with a chop. He does this three more times before lifting Nightkrow up and sitting him on the top turnbuckle, his feet resting on the second. Jordan climbs to the second rope and wraps his arm around the back of Nightkrow's neck, smiling as he gets ready to lift him, but Nightkrow pushes him hard and he hits the mat, landing on his neck. Nightkrow climbs to the top then and dives off, landing a huge diving elbow drop! Nightkrow hurries and hooks a leg with a cover!
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TW-- Jordan gets a shoulder in the air!
Torres: Yes! That was such a great kickout!
Gould: Wanna chill? The match still isn't over, and Nightkrow has been killing it.
Nightkrow gets to his feet and pulls Jordan to his feet as well before throwing a right hand. He throws another, but Jordan holds a hand up to block it, and throws one of his own. Nightkrow goes to reciprocate, but Jordan ducks, turns around while behind Nightkrow, and sends him hard onto his neck across the ring with a release German Suplex. He walks over and stomps on Nightkrow's chest several times before picking him up, and slamming him after a quick scoop. He whips Nightkrow into the corner and hits him with a huge corner lariat, catching him and locking him in a crossface submission that Nightkrow quickly is gotten out of because he is touching the ropes. Jordan pulls him to his feet and keeps him bent over, holding him for a few seconds before lifting a knee and hitting Nightkrow right in the nose.
Gould: What a vicious shot to Nightkrow right there, that could have busted his nose bad.
Torres: Absolutely ruthless, that's what I love about Jordan Keyser. He doesn't think about how it affects everyone else, he just takes what he wants, does what he wants, it's brilliant!
Jordan struts around the ring arrogantly, taking in the crowd's booing with pride, letting it all come in before walking over and getting out of the ring. He has a fan yelling at him, and he just lets the fan yell, grabbing his Sebastian Jankowski hat and throwing it on the floor before he proceeds to stomp on it. He climbs up onto the apron, and watches carefully as Nightkrow slowly gets to his feet. He jumps onto the top rope, springboarding off, looking for the Perfect Execution, but Nightkrow ducks out of the way and Jordan hits the canvas, looking to have landed awkwardly, grasping his angle.
Torres: Uh oh, looks like he might be hurt, this is bad!
Jordan gets up, but can't stay on his feet for very long before dropping to one knee, and this gives Nightkrow an opportunity to capitalize, as he throws a right hand that sends Jordan down to the mat. He stands over the flattened opponent and lets out a "CAAW!" and the crowd reciprocates excitedly. He sets up Jordan's legs, clearly looking to end this match, when Jordan is able to kick him into the ropes. Nightkrow catches himself on the top rope, and looks at Jordan who is slowly getting to his feet. He charges at Jordan, who trips him up and locks in an attempted Crossface, but Nightkrow is able to get out of it. Jordan then hits him with a Clothesline as they both get up, and they spill out onto the floor outside. After a few seconds, they're both up, and Jordan rolls Nightkrow into the ring after slamming him into a ringpost. Jordan climbs up onto the apron, this time jumping up and hitting his Perfect Execution cleanly, and covering Nightkrow, hooking a leg.
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Jordan gets to his feet as his music hits, and he smirks as Eddie Higgins holds his arm up in victory.
Rebecca: Here is your winner..... Jordan Keyser!
The crowd boos Jordan as he heads up the ramp slowly and we cut.
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Commercial
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Making Moves
We cut back to the arena to see Alex Morgan on his way down the ramp, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush playing as he smiles on his way, stopping about half way down to fix his bow tie. He nods to a fan and gets into the ring, reaching out to grab a microphone from a guy at the timekeeper's table. He nods approvingly as the fans begin to quiet down and his music comes to a fade. Two security guards, along with Mitch Thompson, hold cases.
Morgan: Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thanks for the respect. I'll get this out of the way quickly, I know you aren't paying good money to see me ramble on out here. But I know that you guys are getting impatient and are ready to hear who will be defending their titles against new contenders. The thing is, this is a very tough decision to make, but we are also short on time, so I've had to come to a decision quite quickly.
Morgan looks around, the crowd very mixed about still not knowing with time winding down on Heatwave, which is less than a month away.
Morgan: Now, here's what I'm thinking. For the "Southern" Television Championship, we will have Trent Brown facing off against Patrick Sparkman at Heatwave!
The crowd pops loudly.
Morgan: For the North Atlantic Wrestling Championship, Virgil Keenan will be defending his championship against Jordan Keyser and Joe Martinez!
The crowd blows the roof off the building at the mention of the Madman, who appears to have gained quite a following with the NAW Fanbase.
Morgan: And obviously, the V-List Circus will be defending against the Vice Squad in the rematch.
A minor pop here, respectable.
Morgan: But the real reason I had to come out here right now is because we just got two new championships in the building. Now I know that you guys, or most of you anyway, remember the slight success that our Hardcore Championship had, at least, until it got out of hand. Well in that vein, we will be introducing a new championship. The name is not 100%, and that's because you guys will be deciding the name of it. At Meltdown 10, we will crown the first champion.
The crowd pops loudly as a golden belt is revealed, but it is currently just a blank piece of gold with a strip on it that reads "Undecided Championship" and everyone takes it in. The belt is put back into its case, and they get quiet again in wait for the other case to be opened.
Morgan: I am also hoping to build a Women's Division fairly quickly, and in that respect, we have our next championship.
Another belt is revealed, as Mitch Thompson walks around the ring, holding high the "Femme Fatale" Championship. the crowd pops as it is revealed to them, and they start a "Femme Fatale" chant. Morgan laughs quietly as the belt is put away.
Morgan: I'm glad you like it. This is the beginning of a new er--
Interrupting him, the lights cut out and a tumbleweed rolls across the screen. They come right back on as "The Gun Show" by In This Moment blasts over the system, and the crowd is in shock.
Gould: No way! It's the Parkour Princess!
Torres: We have JJ Allen in the house, ladies and gentlemen!
JJ Allen appears on the stage and looks around at the crowd who are headbanging to her entrance music. She looks over to the sound area and does the "cut" signal.
Allen: So, Mr. Morgan, I appreciate that great introduction to the Femme Fatale Championship, and I'm honored that you would resign my contract just in time for it to be given to me. I'll be happy to take it now if you don't mind.
This is said with a huge smile, and Morgan shakes his head, laughing.
Morgan: No, no, no, you have it all wrong. You see, I don't just hand title belts out like some sort of a charity, they need to be earned. You're more than welcome to earn it in a match, say...a triple threat match at Heatwave?
Allen looks unimpressed at the thought of actually having to compete for the belt. Then, a huge smile crosses her face, almost as if the light bulb just turned on in her head.
Allen: Make it a ladder match and you have yourself a match, Alex.
Morgan bites his lip as the crowd goes absolutely crazy. He looks unsure and continues to look around. He finally sighs.
Morgan: Alright, you have a deal.
The crowd blows the roof off the building again.
Gould: Did you hear that? A triple threat ladder match for the Femme Fatale Championship! It's gonna be huge, Jim!
Allen smiles as "The Gun Show" hits and she makes her way back to the back as the crowd continues to cheer loudly.
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Patrick Sparkman vs Trent Brown vs Adam Stryker
When we come back to the arena, the crowd is on their feet for our main event. "Whatever Happened To My Rock n' Roll" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club plays, and the crowd cheers as our cameras focus on the Adam Stryker signs. Stryker comes out onto the stage and looks around, smiling at the fans as he holds his arm high. He brings it down and does his signature cut throat taunt, as he begins his trek down the ramp toward the ring.
Gould: Here comes Adam Stryker, who has, since his return shown us how well he has improved since his last stint with us, and is out to show us that he deserves to be seen and recognized by the fans, and Alex Morgan himself!
Torres: The man is a punk, and a quitter. He quit on us, and then we get big, and boom, look who's back. He's just out for the attention, obviously.
He slides into the ring and holds his arms high, standing on a turnbuckle, when "Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hits the system. The crowd is mostly in boos, though there are some cheers when Trent comes out with his fiance, Katherine Brock. He wears his attire, while she wears a cute outfit and her signature newsboy hat, and they come down the ramp, holding hands. Trent gets into the ring as Katherine goes to his corner, and he pounds his chest a couple times to get the crowd riled up.
Gould: Here's a man who is the perfect example of aggression. Most people don't like it, but he's definitely not just a pushover.
Torres: Should have been canned a few weeks back when he attacked the backstage crew. The man is an animal, and is clearly out of control. He's a hazard to everyone around. Got a hot girlfriend though, I'll give him that.
Both of the men stand in the ring and stare each other down as "Everybody's Dixie" plays over the system, and the crowd echoes out into a huge chorus of boos. Patrick Sparkman appears on the stage in his confederate garb, while waving his flag passionately. He continues to wave it for several seconds on the stage, a huge patriotic smile on his face. He starts his way down the ramp, making sure to nearly hit fans on both sides with the flag as he waves it, getting up onto the apron and setting his flag up carefully in his corner. He gets into the ring and takes off his jacket, and Stryker starts to charge for him, but is stopped by Eddie Higgins as Sparkman gets rid of his stuff and gets himself ready. The bell rings to get the people's attention, and Barry Lincoln clears his throat.
Lincoln: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat match and is our main event of the evening....introducing first, from Los Angeles, California by way of the Stryke Dojo.... Adam Stryker!
We get a lot of cheers from the fans as Stryker holds an arm high, and now we see Jenny Smith skipping out onto the stage and holding her arms high.
Gould: What the...is she out here to see the match? Does this have to do with Stryker and her earlier tonight?
She sits down on the stage and holds her head in her hands, smiling as Barry continues the introductions.
Lincoln: Introducing next, from Dublin, Ireland, and being accompanied by Katherine Brock.... Trent Brown!
The crowd boos, and you can hear Sparkman call Trent a big oaf clearly. Trent loses himself as he charges and hits Sparkman hard, and Barry Lincoln hurries out of the ring and the match starts. Trent lays fist after fist into Sparkman, and Stryker kind of stands in his corner, just watching things progress as Sparkman starts to make a comeback with some right hands of his own. Sparkman fights his way to his feet and hits Trent hard with a lariat, then focuses his attention on Stryker, who comes at him, but ducks a Clothesline, comes back off the ropes and hits a headscissors takedown. The three men are all on their feet now and they look at each other, circling around. Stryker and Brown go after Sparkman, both men looking for some big right hands, and the crowd cheers as they watch Sparkman get beat on by two guys, but he does manage to duck, and Trent lays a huge punch that takes Stryker off of his feet and he rolls out of the ring as he clutches his jaw. Trent looks almost irritated that that's all it took for Stryker to get out of the ring, and that was all Sparkman needed as he hits a lariat to take Trent down and starts stomping immediately.
Torres: Stupid move, that's all Sparkman needed and now he's in complete control.
He goes to cover Trent, but Stryker grabs his legs and pulls him off before anything can come from it. He gets up and goes to hit Stryker, who ducks, turns around, kicks Sparkman in the gut, and drops him with a DDT. Stryker turns around and ducks a huge punch from Trent as well, running to the ropes and taking him out with a diving crossbody. The crowd is totally behind Stryker as he picks Sparkman up and whips him into the corner, then does the same as Trent gets up slowly and still looks dazed and confused about what's going on. (Suddenly the riff from “Lesson in Violence” Blasts through the speakers and Joe “Madman” Martinez races down the ramp. He’s dressed in black T-shirt with the “Never Stop the Madness” logo in the front, a product of marketing’s attempt to push the Madman brand. Joe’s signature mane-like hair and beard are as bushy and disheveled as ever. Joe also wears a pair of camouflage shorts that go well below the knee and new black sneakers.
Gould: Uh-oh, I don’t like the looks of this.
Torres: Me either, what’s this maniac up to?
As he changes course and goes around the ring it’s clear his destination is the announcer’s table.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that the Madman is headed this way.
Torres: Well this can’t be good.
As the Madman reaches the table he rips a microphone headset out of the hands of technician’s hand.
Torres: Madman, you can’t do that, you’re interrupting th-
Madman: That’s Mister Madman to you Torres.
Joe points his finger directly at the face of Jim Torres as he maneuvers his way to the same side as the announcers. When he gets next to the technician he yanks the chair out from under the man without warning, sending him to the ground.
Madman: Out of the way, microchip.
The Madman plants himself firmly in the seat and puts on the headset. He gestures past Jim over to Malcolm. Gould waves back uncomfortably. Without prompting he continues.
Madman: Nice to see you again sir. Glad to be here, thought I’d join in some commentary tonight. Seeing as how it’s slim picking in the ring right now, fans may as well hear the voice of a worthwhile competitor if they aren’t gonna see one in action. Am I right, Jim?
Torres: I'm not seeing anybody worthwhile at this table, besides myself that is.
Gould: Way to stay classy, Jim.
Torres: Classy? I don't think that Scruff McGruff was invited out here, pretty sure he just took it upon himself to sit his butt right next to me without any warning.
Styker continues to dominate inside the ring, taking advantage of the distraction that it caused Sparkman, who was now up on his feet and rolls Sparkman up for a cover.
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Stryker gets up and goes to hit Trent, but Trent grabs him by the chest and shoves him back, causing him to hit the ropes. He starts to come back, but Trent lays him out with a huge shot to the head. Trent turns to Sparkman now, and the two lock up, with Trent forcing Sparkman into the corner. He throws a knife edge chop at Sparkman, then does this three times repeatedly. He takes a step back and charges at Sparkman, looking for a running boot to the head, but Sparkman ducks, and Trent hits the top of the post. He takes a step back and holds his leg for a moment, some discomfort from hitting the post running through his leg. Sparkman hits a bulldog, and is forced to roll out of the ring to not hit a rope or anything. He stands for a second and is hit with a baseball slide from Stryker that sends him into the guardrail hard.
Gould: Well Madman what do you think of our competitors tonight?
Madman: Now what a sorry pool of chumps this is. If I was a fan I’d be bored to tears right now. First we have Patrick “Pattycake” Sparkman. I’d say he’s the loser of the bunch but no matter who wins they’re all still losers.
Torres: Well I think your last match with him would prove to the contrary.
Madman: Brave words, Jim. What you saw however was just me getting tired of looking at that stupid face of his and doing something about it. I recall you using the word garbage to describe me taking care of business. You got balls, commendable, but not the brains to back it.
The Madman slaps Torres on the back needlessly hard in a patronizing manner.
Stryker gets to his feet and narrowly ducks a shot from Trent, turns to kick Trent, but Trent catches his leg and shoves him, forcing him to the mat. Stryker immediately kicks Trent, and Sparkman grabs Trent's leg, forcing him to land flat on his face on the mat, and Katherine starts to shout encouragement into the ring at her fiance. Sparkman yells at her to shut up, and she looks offended. It seems that Trent also heard it, because he hurries to his feet and as Sparkman gets up onto the apron, Trent grabs him hard by the hair and yanks him into the ring over the top rope, landing on his butt. Trent then kicks him hard in the face and leaves him laying on the mat and holding his nose. Stryker comes and runs to duck under Trent, come back and hit him again with a crossbody, this time hooking both legs for a cover.
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Trent powers out and almost tosses Stryker across the ring. Stryker gets up as Trent grabs him by the hair, lifting and dropping him with a Scoop Slam, then dropping an elbow on him. Sparkman gets to his feet slowly and you can see blood starting to drip from his nose. He wipes it off and goes to Trent, hitting him hard with a right hand. He connects with a Suplex, and picks Stryker up. He bends Stryker over and puts Stryker's head between his legs, but Trent boots him in the chest when he sees that Sparkman appears to be looking for a Piledriver to finish Stryker off.
Madman: Next is this Adam guy, not fully sure what to think of him yet. Aside from his sloppy work in the ring, that is. Is he suffering from some sort of disease? The guy moves like he’s got polio and gout. I hear Stryker used to be a hardcore champ around here. If this is what used to pass for hardcore, no wonder the title got retired. I’d love to show him what the word really means.
Trent pounds his chest a few times, looking to finish the match off himself, but Stryker rolls out of the ring when he is finally aware of what's going on. Trent chases him out, and the two take almost a full lap around the ring before Stryker slides in, runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, hitting Trent in the chest with a spear which is barely enough to cause Trent to go to the mat. Stryker gets up and is met with a boot from Sparkman, flattening him once again.
Madman: You know the real surprise is Trent being here at all. I’m surprised he could tear himself away from playing kissy face with plain Jane long enough to show up tonight. She must have given him permission or he snuck out a window while she was watching soap operas or something.
Torres lets out a slight chuckle at that crack, but it's all business after Stryker starts taking guys out with headscissors takedowns. He climbs to the top rope and hits a huge leg drop on Trent, the crowd going nuts in his favor as he gets to his feet and hits Sparkman with the Stryke! It's all over as he covers!
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Trent kicks him and breaks up the count half a second before the three count goes off! Sparkman slowly pulls himself up to his feet as Martinez takes off his headset and continues to watch the match go down, getting a bit closer. Sparkman sees him and looks furious, but Martinez then grabs Sparkman's belt! He looks at it, then looks at Sparkman and a smile crosses his face as Sparkman charges over to him. Stryker is able to roll up Trent with the distraction, and Sparkman goes to intervene but Martinez hits him in the back of the head with the belt. Higgins sees Madman and yells at him to leave and get out of the arena, and Martinez tosses the belt and does so. He stands at the top of the ramp and Trent hits Stryker with Lights Out, and goes to cover.
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Sparkman comes to make the save, but is just after the three count and Trent has already picked up the win. He looks up the ramp, furious at Martinez, who's smile is huge as we cut to black.
The tron lights up, and we see a video get ready to play. At the bottom of the screen, it shows that this was at the last edition of Meltdown, after the show. We see Kelly Parker, NAW wrestler talking with a staff member.
Staff: Did you see the new talent that Alex Morgan signed before the show, that Jenny Smith girl? She's really cute.
Kelly: Yeah, I saw. Did you hear all that stuff about her though?
The staff member looks kind of confused and shakes his head.
Kelly: Yeah, she's really crazy, like she's all schizoid or bipolar or something. I don't get what Alex saw in her, but whatever.
The staff member looks behind Kelly and sees Jenny Smith behind her, a crazy look in her eyes. After a few seconds, she lets out a scream and jumps Kelly, turning her around and knocking her down, pounding on her.
Jenny: Crazy, huh?!? I'll show you crazy!
Jenny continues to attack Kelly, but Kelly fights back against her, which results in both women rolling around on the floor, kicking and punching each other wherever they can get a shot in. This goes on for around a minute before several staff members and both referees come and pull them apart, Jenny still swinging after Kelly, yelling that she isn't crazy. Both of them stare at each other, being held back, Jenny finally starting to attempt to calm down.
Kelly: Get that crazy bitch away from me!
This sparks up another fire in Jenny, who breaks free of the grip of the security team, and she goes after Kelly again. Luckily, a guard is able to grab the arm of the Dutch Diva before she can get to Kelly. They finally get Kelly out of the room and Jenny keeps letting out shrill screams of anger. She stomps down the hall and the camera follows. She sees a female staff member who was packing equipment up but stopped to watch the mayhem ensue.
Jenny: Did you have fun watching that? Well, did ya?!?
The staff member is frightened, but she shakes her head, and Jenny lets out a maniacal giggle. She turns like she's going to go away and suddenly turns back around.
Jenny: BOO!
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The staff member jumps as Jenny laughs and skips down the hallway, and we cut to our usual video package to open the show to the sound of Steve Vai's "Now We Run" guitar solo. We cut to the arena and see several signs in the small arena, representing different superstars. Some memorable ones include:
A poorly drawn hand throwing up devil horns, the words "Tyson Phoenix" between the two fingers sticking up
"Courage, Confidence, and Cornflakes"
A drawing of two over muscular arms, and between them, where a body would be are the words "Roid Rage"
Gould: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! We've got another great new show for you, and this week we have another two debut matches!
Torres: That's right, Gouldy! We got that little cutie from the Netherlands coming right up, as well as a monstrous new tag team in Roid Rage!
An Unlikely Alliance?
Jenny walked through the backstage area trying to figure out what was where. She couldn't wait to have her first live match. She would show them what she was made of! As she continued to walk she came to the part of the backstage area that leads to the entrance ramp. She stood there for a bit looking up the stairs with a big smile on her face. She hoped the time wuold come soon that she was standing here ready to make her entrance. How would the crowd react? Would they boo her? Would they cheer her? Would they call her names? Or worse would they be dead silent? All these things where going through her mind as she stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up still a big smile on her face.
"What's up, new chick?"
Jenny Smith turns around in surprise as she sees a young, muscular man, wearing jeans and black t-shirt with the famous Dark Side of The Moon logo. The man, who she recognizes to be Adam Stryker, takes a smoke of his cigarette and smirks at the young girl, and we hear a lot of teenage fans in the crowd pop loudly when they see him.
Jenny Smith: "You should be smoking here."
Adam smirks once again as he takes few steps toward Jenny.
Adam Stryker: "I shouldn't be doing a shitload of things. That's not why I came here."
Before Jenny can ask why he approached her, Stryker extends his offer.
Adam Stryker: "I believe we know a thing or two about each other. I am a pretty successful guy who runs two Dojos, or wrestling schools if you will. You, on the other hand, are a rookie that is awaiting her debut in her first ever company. You see where I am going with this?"
Jenny twists a lock of her hair and smiles at the former PWX Hybrid Champion.
Jenny Smith: "Maybe..."
Stryker hands her a paper with the address and contact info of The Stryke Dojo in Los Angeles. He pats Jenny's shoulder.
Adam Stryker: "Give me a call. I believe I have a thing or two to teach you..."
Jenny watches Adam walk away with a thoughtfull look in her eyes. Then she looks at the piece of paper he gave her and a smile appears around her lips. She tucks the piece of paper in her jeans pocket and skips away from the scene toward the curtain at the entranceway of the arena.
Kelly Parker vs Jenny Smith
The familiar tune of Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays, but in unfamiliar manner and voice, as it is from the film Rock of Ages and sung by Catherine Zeta-Jones. The lights come back on and we see Jenny Smith, her back to the audience, her left hip out, and her hand on it, her other hand in the air. When the chorus begins, she turns around to face the audience, and looks around at all the fans, admiring it. She skips down the ramp to the beat of the song.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania.... Kelly Parker! And her opponent, making her way to the ring now, from Amsterdam.... The Dutch Diva.... Jenny Smith!
Jenny skips down to the ring and climbs up the stairs, getting into the ring and looking over at Kelly, who rolls her eys and crosses her arms impatiently. Jenny goes to the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle, blowing a kiss to the audience. The crowd pops a little bit for her as she jumps down and looks at Mark Lansing, nodding that she's ready and her music cuts. The bell rings, and the two ladies lock up. Kelly takes an early advantage with size and strength, forcing Jenny to the mat, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her head into the mat several times. Jenny responds by forcing her head up hard and headbutting Kelly in the face to get her off. Jenny gets to her feet and kicks Kelly in the chest a few times, then jumps behind her and spins, kicking her in the back of the head and sending her all the way down on her stomach. Jenny skips around the ring and waves to some of the fans, admiring what she just did.
Torres: She's gonna have to pay attention...
Jenny turns, and Kelly is up, meeting Jenny with a Roundhouse kick just as Jenny faces her. This sends Jenny to the mat, and Kelly runs to the corner nearest Jenny, facing the laying opponent and diving off the second rope with an elbow drop. She covers Jenny, but Jenny kicks out, out of instinct alone. Kelly gets up and whips Jenny into the ropes, who comes back with a diving double arm takedown. She hurries to her feet, stomping on Kelly's chest a few times. After a few seconds, a wicked smile crosses her face and she locks in the Black Widow submission on Kelly, who squirms to try to get free, but it's locked in. Kelly freaks out a little bit, kicking and squirming, and is somehow able to lay a leg on the bottom rope, and Lansing spots it, telling Jenny to get off of Kelly. Jenny doesn't oblige, and uses almost all of the five count before a DQ were to happen, but lets go just before it. Jenny is to her feet and watches close as Kelly gets to her feet, crawling around and looking for a rope, but she can't find one. She is in the center of the ring when she is finally able to get up, and Jenny hits a running bulldog, seemingly from out of nowhere. She picks Kelly up and shoves her head between her legs, and with a Double Underhook, she is in the air and she hits her finisher, Another One Bites The Dust, and she rolls Kelly over and covers her.
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Jenny gets to her feet as her music hits, and the crowd reacts pretty mixed, but quite a few cheers for her as she gets out of the ring and looks at Kelly, who is still just about lifeless in the ring.
Rebecca: Here is your winnner.... Jenny Smith!
Jenny backs up the ramp as Kelly gets up and leans on the opposite ropes and we go to the backstage area.
Revenge?
The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle and Judas Fraggle who is holding a teddy bear standing in a dressing room.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Tonight I promise the entire world that NAW will have a glimpse into its future. A future that is dark. A future that is scary.
Judas Fraggle: A future that sees me get what I want.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: What do you want?
Judas Fraggle: To slowly send a message to NAW that sets up my revenge over the way that I got fired. Tonight NAW is going to find out what my hate feels like.
Both men smirk as we cut to our first commercial break.
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David Fraggle vs Lord Smoodude
When we come back from break, Lord Smoodude is on his way to the ring along with his wife.
Rebecca: The following match is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall, currently making his way to the ring, Lord Smoodude!
The crowd has mixed feelings about him as he slides into the ring behind his wife, laying over her and gyrating his hips. He gets to his feet and poses for the fans when he is cut off by "Storytime" by Nightwish. We get a mixed reaction, but quite a few cheers, as David Fraggle charges out from behind the curtain. He looks around at the fans, but doesn't change his attitude. He's focused, and ready for action, Judas Fraggle a few steps behind, championship belts in tow.
Rebecca: And his opponent..... Being accompanied by Judas Fraggle... He is one half of the NAW Tag Team Champions... "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle slides into the ring and wastes no time, charging and tackling Smoodude as the bell rings. He lays a bunch of right hands on Smoodude, not stopping for anything. Eventually, Lansing comes over and tells Fraggle to lay off, and Fraggle does. He gets up and as Smoodude slowly gets onto a knee, Fraggle charges and punts Smoodude in the face, laying him out flat on the mat. Fraggle covers.
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Gould: Wow, this match has been going on for all of thirty seconds and Fraggle almost picked up the win.
Torres: yeah, I don't know what exactly Alex Morgan saw in this dude when he hired him, but I don't think it was the wisest of his decisions as of late.
Fraggle pulls Smoodude to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Smoodude comes back and ducks a Clothesline, bounces off the other ropes and comes back to be met with a headscissors that sends him right onto his back. Fraggle gets up and goes over to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle and crouching in wait. Smoodude gets to his feet and is met with a huge Missile Dropkick. Fraggle gets to his feet and gets behind Smoodude, waiting for him to get up. As Smoodude gets to his feet, Fraggle grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him to the corner, jumping on the second turnbuckle and dropping him with a Fraggle Rock Drop! Fraggle covers!
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Fraggle gets to his feet as his music hits and he holds his arms high in the air.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle smirks as he gets out of the ring, and he holds his arms high in the air the whole way, Judas Fraggle with him. Judas looks at Fraggle and hands him the belts, getting into the ring and shoving Smoodude's wife out of the way. He picks Smoodude up and lands a huge Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker before connecting with his signature Side Slam that he monsterized the entire WBSW roster with in the past. He looks down at his handiwork and grins, looking back up the ramp at David Fraggle, who is also grinning as we fade to commercial.
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The Vice Squad vs Roid Rage
When we cut back to the arena, the lights go black. The crowd is flooded with a red lighting going around the arena, and a loud siren. After several seconds, this is put to an end. It's pitch black, and absolutely silent. The Vice Squad logo lights up the arena from the screen at the stage, and the Miami Vice theme song begins to play. The lights come back on and we see Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter, the Vice Squad, appear on the stage. The look at each other, smiles on their faces as they head down the ramp, high fives going to all the fans that they can reach, even going so far as to reach a few rows back to get some.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... The team of Lance Carter and Hank Sharpe... They are The Vice Squad!
They get into the ring and walk to opposite turnbuckles, holding their arms high to crowd cheers, when they are interrupted by a new and unfamiliar theme song, the entire crowd looking up at the stage to see what's going on. The slow guitar to "Young Men Dead" by the Black Angels plays, and when the drums begin, we see David Alexander and Matthew D'Aquila, the team Roid Rage, standing atop the stage. Streamers fly over them on the stage, and they begin their descent down the ramp, no attention paid to the crowd.
Rebecca: And their opponents.... The Double R..... Roid Rage!
D'Aquila climbs up the ring stairs and climbs over the top rope, while Alexander slides into the ring. Alexander leans on a turnbuckle while D'Aquila climbs up on the corner and holds his arms out in a crucifix sign. They get down as their music fades out and both teams discuss who will be starting, the Vice Squad doing this with their typical Rock, Paper, Scissors routine. Carter starts off for the Vice Squad, while Alexander starts for RR. They circle the ring after the bell goes, and Carter looks around for ways to avoid having to meet up with the monster across the ring from him straight up. He moves in a bit and Alexander goes to lock up, but Carter is able to move back a step before they actually do. He finally goes for a charge and crossbody, but Alexander catches him with the greatest of ease, and lifts him up in Military Press position. He walks around the ring and drops Carter hard on the mat behind him.
Torres: Wow, the brute strength of Alexander is absolutely amazing. I'm already a fan.
Alexander grabs Carter by the hair and slams a knee into his ribs several times before shoving Carter's head between his legs, lifting him and slamming him to the mat with a Powerbomb. He looks around and picks Carter up yet again, lifting him up and whipping him into the ropes. Carter comes back and ducks a monstrous clothesline, comes back again and hits Alexander with his own lariat, but it has very little effect except to catch Alexander off guard. Alexander catches him by the arm though, spins him around and pulls him in, hitting him with a huge elbow and flattening him in the ring. Alexander covers.
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Torres: So he kicks out...somehow... But I almost feel like he should just have given these guys the win. They're beastly.
Alexander gets to his feet and pulls Carter up, getting behind him and putting him in a full nelson before lifting him and slamming him to the ground with so much force to his neck that Carter does a full backflip after hitting the mat. This flip, however, puts him right next to his team's corner, and Sharpe is able to make a sneaky tag. Alexander picks up Carter and faces the center of the ring as Sharpe hops off the top turnbuckle and hangs onto Alexander's back like a monkey. He applies a sleeper hold, and Alexander walks around the ring, trying to get him to let go. He backs into a corner hard, trying to get Sharpe to let go. D'Aquila hurries into the ring and hits Sharpe with a monster right hand, knocking him off of Alexander and to the mat before the ref gets to him and has him getting out of the ring. This gives ample time for Carter to get to his feet and hit Alexander with a Clothesline, and the big man is off of his feet for the first time in the match. At this point, D'Aquila is complaining to Higgins that Carter was just in the ring but wasn't legal, but by the time Higgins sees Carter, he's flat on his back on the floor outside, and looks ready to die.
Torres: You've got to be kidding me, that was clearly cheating with the Vice Squad there, but they aren't gonna call it?
Gould: Well nobody saw anything happen, so Higgins can't make that call, or i'm sure that he would.
Sharpe lays some stomps onto the chest of Alexander, each one harder than the previous one. He goes over to the corner and stands on the turnbuckle, jumping off and looking for the Top Gun Special! Alexander had just rolled out of the way though, and both of the big men have started to attack Sharpe! Carter comes into the ring to make the save, but it's a little too much for him as well and Roid Rage have taken over the beatdown together, each of them hitting an opponent with a huge Powerbomb. Gunner Hughes is seen running down the ramp now, attacking Alexander, and taking it to him good, while Phoenix follows him down the ramp, visibly unsure as to why they're making a save. He turns Gunner around and asks him what they're doing, and Gunner starts to yell at him about being a decent guy, and the Latin Kings come out now and attack Phoenix from behind! All four teams are brawling in the ring, when we see Judas and David Fraggle standing at the top of the ramp and laughing, holding the tag team championships as we cut to commercial.
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James Faulds vs Mike Silva
When we come back to the arena, we hear Silva's music hit after the lights go out. The video screen lights up to show some different shots of him in action, and the lights come back on. Silva is down in the ring in no time at all, and he looks around at the booing crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first, The X Factor..... Miiiike Siiilva!
The crowd boos loudly as Silva's manager, Big Mike, gives him a high five before getting out of the ring, and Silva is in his corner, jumping up and down. He gets himself pumped up when we hear "Satellites" by Rise Against blare across the arena. The crowd is on their feet to look up at the stage, and we get a loud reaction, mostly a big pop from the crowd as we see James Faulds standing atop the stage. He looks around at the fans, not even appearing to want any crap from anyone. He starts on his way down the ramp, even going so far as to clap hands with a fan or two.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Newcastle, England...... James Faulds!
Faulds gets down the ramp to the ring and stares into the ring at Silva, who looks pumped and ready to go. Faulds goes over to the stairs and and climbs them, getting into the ring, still staring down Silva, who beckons him to bring it on. Faulds goes over to his corner as his music fades out. The crowd gets quiet as the bell rings, and the two men lock up. Silva is able to push Faulds back a few steps, but Faulds gets low, plants his feet, then starts to push Silva back. Silva fights it, and it goes really slow, so Faulds scraps it and turns it into an armbar. He twists Silva's arm as hard as he can, and Silva looks to fight it, taking a few steps and grabs the nearby rope. Faulds lets go and takes a step back. When Silva comes to him, Faulds kciks him in the midsection, and whips him into the opposite ropes. He comes back and is met with a dropkick fromm Faulds. Faulds goes over and covers.
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Faulds picks up Silva and goes to knee him in the midsection, but Silva catches the knee and forces him back, then hits him hard in the head with an Enziguiri! Silva gets to his feet and goes to the corner, and as Faulds gets up, Silva jumps off and lands a headscissors takedown that puts them both on the mat for a couple of seconds. Silva is up first and he high fives Big Mike before going over to where Faulds is slowly picking himself up and whips him into the corner. He runs over and jumps up, pressing his feet against Faulds and sending him to the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Silva hurries to his feet and looks at Faulds, who seems like that took a toll on his back. Silva charges and goes for a leg lariat, but Faulds ducks it, turns to face Silva, and as Silva gets himself situated, he is met with a regular lariat! Faulds picks Silva up and then proceeds to hit him with an uppercut, followed by various other punches, jabs, and strikes, finishing this series off with a huge right hook that leaves Silva leaning on the top rope. Faulds charges and hits Silva with a clothesline, and both men spill over the top rope and to the outside, and Lansing gets himself ready to start the count.
Gould: Faulds is giving his all to Silva tonight, showing everybody that Jordan Keyser really isn't better than him, and it was all situational.
Torres: The problem though is that Keyser is better than him, and the better man won at the last show. Nothing against Faulds, he just isn't good enough!
Faulds is to his feet first, and he picks up Silva, throwing some huge right hands that force Silva to take a step back, then another step back. He looks around and rolls Silva back into the ring, then slides in himself. Silva is slowly getting up, and Lansing checks on him to see if he's alright. Faulds runs across the ring to the other ropes, and Big Mike trips him, sending Fauld to the mat to land flat on his face.
Gould: Come on! A cheap move by Silva's manager there!
Silva takes advantage of this by picking Faulds up and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He picks Faulds up, then connects with another before looking around at the booing fans and smiling. He runs to the ropes and bounds off of them, running back and doing a front somersault, then a jumping front flip to land on the mat as Faulds gets out of the way just in time. Silva holds his spine and arches his back in pain as Faulds grabs him by the hair, whipping him into the ropes. Silva comes back and Faulds lifts him up, then swings him from one side to the other, hitting "The End of Your Days" and the crowd erupts. Faulds covers, getting the victory over Silva.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... James.... Faulds!
Faulds' music hits as he holds his arms high and the crowd cheers him on, but he looks down at Silva, who is just about lifeless and has his manager, Big Mike, checking on him. Faulds runs to the ropes as his music fades out and punts Big Mike in the face while he is checking on Silva, and the crowd still sorta cheers him on. He picks Silva up again, hitting another End of your Days, and then gets a nice set up, and locks Big Mike in his patented Inverted Triangle Choke. Mike flips out, trying as hard as he can to get out of it, but Faulds holds it until it seems like Mike might pass out. Faulds gets up as his music hits again and he walks up the ramp with a mean look on his face.
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Nightkrow vs Jordan Keyser
We cut to the arena, and the lights cut to black. The opening to "Fight Fire with Fire" by Metallica hits, and the crowd goes nuts. The screen lights up to show a crow flying, between action shots of Nightkrow facing off against various opponents. A green spotlight swirls around the audience, who soaks it up and loves it as the lights come back up, and we see Nightkrow on the stage. The crowd lets out a huge pop as he looks around the arena, wearing his trademark trenchcoat and facepaint style, nodding his approval of this week's fans.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia.... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow walks down the ramp slowly, smiling and nodding his head as he goes down, even high fiving the occasional fan or two. He gets into the ring and walks around it once or twice, climbing up on one turnbuckle, cupping his hands around his mouth and letting out a loud "CAAAW!" with the crowd immediately reciprocating. He doesn't get to finish before being interrupted though, as "King of Kings" by Motorhead hits. The crowd immediately starts booing as the pyros on the stage begin to go off, Keyser appearing behind all the smoke. He takes a step forward and holds an arm up, the crowd booing even louder.
Rebecca: And his opponent....the Executioner..... From Nueces County, Texas.... Jordan Keyser!
Keyser starts on his way down the ramp as Nightkrow takes off his leather jacket and lays it down in the corner, getting ready as Jordan gets into the ring. He goes to his own corner and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell. The guys lock up, and Jordan wins the initial test of strength, forcing Nightkrow into the ropes. He whips Nightkrow into the other ropes, and Nightkrow ducks a Clothesline, going to the other ropes and catching himself. They lock up again, and Nightkrow sends Jordan to the mat with an Arm Drag. He picks Jordan up and whips him to the ropes, Jordan coming back and getting hit with a Hip Toss, but rolling right back to his feet. They lock up yet another time, this time Nightkrow forcing Jordan into the corner. He goes to throw a chop, but Jordan blocks it, ducks out of the way, and shoves Nightkrow into the corner face first.
Torres: Great counter there on Jordan's part, the man is an absolute god among men here.
Jordan turns Nightkrow around and hits him in the chest with a chop. He does this three more times before lifting Nightkrow up and sitting him on the top turnbuckle, his feet resting on the second. Jordan climbs to the second rope and wraps his arm around the back of Nightkrow's neck, smiling as he gets ready to lift him, but Nightkrow pushes him hard and he hits the mat, landing on his neck. Nightkrow climbs to the top then and dives off, landing a huge diving elbow drop! Nightkrow hurries and hooks a leg with a cover!
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TW-- Jordan gets a shoulder in the air!
Torres: Yes! That was such a great kickout!
Gould: Wanna chill? The match still isn't over, and Nightkrow has been killing it.
Nightkrow gets to his feet and pulls Jordan to his feet as well before throwing a right hand. He throws another, but Jordan holds a hand up to block it, and throws one of his own. Nightkrow goes to reciprocate, but Jordan ducks, turns around while behind Nightkrow, and sends him hard onto his neck across the ring with a release German Suplex. He walks over and stomps on Nightkrow's chest several times before picking him up, and slamming him after a quick scoop. He whips Nightkrow into the corner and hits him with a huge corner lariat, catching him and locking him in a crossface submission that Nightkrow quickly is gotten out of because he is touching the ropes. Jordan pulls him to his feet and keeps him bent over, holding him for a few seconds before lifting a knee and hitting Nightkrow right in the nose.
Gould: What a vicious shot to Nightkrow right there, that could have busted his nose bad.
Torres: Absolutely ruthless, that's what I love about Jordan Keyser. He doesn't think about how it affects everyone else, he just takes what he wants, does what he wants, it's brilliant!
Jordan struts around the ring arrogantly, taking in the crowd's booing with pride, letting it all come in before walking over and getting out of the ring. He has a fan yelling at him, and he just lets the fan yell, grabbing his Sebastian Jankowski hat and throwing it on the floor before he proceeds to stomp on it. He climbs up onto the apron, and watches carefully as Nightkrow slowly gets to his feet. He jumps onto the top rope, springboarding off, looking for the Perfect Execution, but Nightkrow ducks out of the way and Jordan hits the canvas, looking to have landed awkwardly, grasping his angle.
Torres: Uh oh, looks like he might be hurt, this is bad!
Jordan gets up, but can't stay on his feet for very long before dropping to one knee, and this gives Nightkrow an opportunity to capitalize, as he throws a right hand that sends Jordan down to the mat. He stands over the flattened opponent and lets out a "CAAW!" and the crowd reciprocates excitedly. He sets up Jordan's legs, clearly looking to end this match, when Jordan is able to kick him into the ropes. Nightkrow catches himself on the top rope, and looks at Jordan who is slowly getting to his feet. He charges at Jordan, who trips him up and locks in an attempted Crossface, but Nightkrow is able to get out of it. Jordan then hits him with a Clothesline as they both get up, and they spill out onto the floor outside. After a few seconds, they're both up, and Jordan rolls Nightkrow into the ring after slamming him into a ringpost. Jordan climbs up onto the apron, this time jumping up and hitting his Perfect Execution cleanly, and covering Nightkrow, hooking a leg.
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THREE!
Jordan gets to his feet as his music hits, and he smirks as Eddie Higgins holds his arm up in victory.
Rebecca: Here is your winner..... Jordan Keyser!
The crowd boos Jordan as he heads up the ramp slowly and we cut.
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Commercial
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Making Moves
We cut back to the arena to see Alex Morgan on his way down the ramp, "Tom Sawyer" by Rush playing as he smiles on his way, stopping about half way down to fix his bow tie. He nods to a fan and gets into the ring, reaching out to grab a microphone from a guy at the timekeeper's table. He nods approvingly as the fans begin to quiet down and his music comes to a fade. Two security guards, along with Mitch Thompson, hold cases.
Morgan: Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thanks for the respect. I'll get this out of the way quickly, I know you aren't paying good money to see me ramble on out here. But I know that you guys are getting impatient and are ready to hear who will be defending their titles against new contenders. The thing is, this is a very tough decision to make, but we are also short on time, so I've had to come to a decision quite quickly.
Morgan looks around, the crowd very mixed about still not knowing with time winding down on Heatwave, which is less than a month away.
Morgan: Now, here's what I'm thinking. For the "Southern" Television Championship, we will have Trent Brown facing off against Patrick Sparkman at Heatwave!
The crowd pops loudly.
Morgan: For the North Atlantic Wrestling Championship, Virgil Keenan will be defending his championship against Jordan Keyser and Joe Martinez!
The crowd blows the roof off the building at the mention of the Madman, who appears to have gained quite a following with the NAW Fanbase.
Morgan: And obviously, the V-List Circus will be defending against the Vice Squad in the rematch.
A minor pop here, respectable.
Morgan: But the real reason I had to come out here right now is because we just got two new championships in the building. Now I know that you guys, or most of you anyway, remember the slight success that our Hardcore Championship had, at least, until it got out of hand. Well in that vein, we will be introducing a new championship. The name is not 100%, and that's because you guys will be deciding the name of it. At Meltdown 10, we will crown the first champion.
The crowd pops loudly as a golden belt is revealed, but it is currently just a blank piece of gold with a strip on it that reads "Undecided Championship" and everyone takes it in. The belt is put back into its case, and they get quiet again in wait for the other case to be opened.
Morgan: I am also hoping to build a Women's Division fairly quickly, and in that respect, we have our next championship.
Another belt is revealed, as Mitch Thompson walks around the ring, holding high the "Femme Fatale" Championship. the crowd pops as it is revealed to them, and they start a "Femme Fatale" chant. Morgan laughs quietly as the belt is put away.
Morgan: I'm glad you like it. This is the beginning of a new er--
Interrupting him, the lights cut out and a tumbleweed rolls across the screen. They come right back on as "The Gun Show" by In This Moment blasts over the system, and the crowd is in shock.
Gould: No way! It's the Parkour Princess!
Torres: We have JJ Allen in the house, ladies and gentlemen!
JJ Allen appears on the stage and looks around at the crowd who are headbanging to her entrance music. She looks over to the sound area and does the "cut" signal.
Allen: So, Mr. Morgan, I appreciate that great introduction to the Femme Fatale Championship, and I'm honored that you would resign my contract just in time for it to be given to me. I'll be happy to take it now if you don't mind.
This is said with a huge smile, and Morgan shakes his head, laughing.
Morgan: No, no, no, you have it all wrong. You see, I don't just hand title belts out like some sort of a charity, they need to be earned. You're more than welcome to earn it in a match, say...a triple threat match at Heatwave?
Allen looks unimpressed at the thought of actually having to compete for the belt. Then, a huge smile crosses her face, almost as if the light bulb just turned on in her head.
Allen: Make it a ladder match and you have yourself a match, Alex.
Morgan bites his lip as the crowd goes absolutely crazy. He looks unsure and continues to look around. He finally sighs.
Morgan: Alright, you have a deal.
The crowd blows the roof off the building again.
Gould: Did you hear that? A triple threat ladder match for the Femme Fatale Championship! It's gonna be huge, Jim!
Allen smiles as "The Gun Show" hits and she makes her way back to the back as the crowd continues to cheer loudly.
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Commercial Break
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Patrick Sparkman vs Trent Brown vs Adam Stryker
When we come back to the arena, the crowd is on their feet for our main event. "Whatever Happened To My Rock n' Roll" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club plays, and the crowd cheers as our cameras focus on the Adam Stryker signs. Stryker comes out onto the stage and looks around, smiling at the fans as he holds his arm high. He brings it down and does his signature cut throat taunt, as he begins his trek down the ramp toward the ring.
Gould: Here comes Adam Stryker, who has, since his return shown us how well he has improved since his last stint with us, and is out to show us that he deserves to be seen and recognized by the fans, and Alex Morgan himself!
Torres: The man is a punk, and a quitter. He quit on us, and then we get big, and boom, look who's back. He's just out for the attention, obviously.
He slides into the ring and holds his arms high, standing on a turnbuckle, when "Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hits the system. The crowd is mostly in boos, though there are some cheers when Trent comes out with his fiance, Katherine Brock. He wears his attire, while she wears a cute outfit and her signature newsboy hat, and they come down the ramp, holding hands. Trent gets into the ring as Katherine goes to his corner, and he pounds his chest a couple times to get the crowd riled up.
Gould: Here's a man who is the perfect example of aggression. Most people don't like it, but he's definitely not just a pushover.
Torres: Should have been canned a few weeks back when he attacked the backstage crew. The man is an animal, and is clearly out of control. He's a hazard to everyone around. Got a hot girlfriend though, I'll give him that.
Both of the men stand in the ring and stare each other down as "Everybody's Dixie" plays over the system, and the crowd echoes out into a huge chorus of boos. Patrick Sparkman appears on the stage in his confederate garb, while waving his flag passionately. He continues to wave it for several seconds on the stage, a huge patriotic smile on his face. He starts his way down the ramp, making sure to nearly hit fans on both sides with the flag as he waves it, getting up onto the apron and setting his flag up carefully in his corner. He gets into the ring and takes off his jacket, and Stryker starts to charge for him, but is stopped by Eddie Higgins as Sparkman gets rid of his stuff and gets himself ready. The bell rings to get the people's attention, and Barry Lincoln clears his throat.
Lincoln: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat match and is our main event of the evening....introducing first, from Los Angeles, California by way of the Stryke Dojo.... Adam Stryker!
We get a lot of cheers from the fans as Stryker holds an arm high, and now we see Jenny Smith skipping out onto the stage and holding her arms high.
Gould: What the...is she out here to see the match? Does this have to do with Stryker and her earlier tonight?
She sits down on the stage and holds her head in her hands, smiling as Barry continues the introductions.
Lincoln: Introducing next, from Dublin, Ireland, and being accompanied by Katherine Brock.... Trent Brown!
The crowd boos, and you can hear Sparkman call Trent a big oaf clearly. Trent loses himself as he charges and hits Sparkman hard, and Barry Lincoln hurries out of the ring and the match starts. Trent lays fist after fist into Sparkman, and Stryker kind of stands in his corner, just watching things progress as Sparkman starts to make a comeback with some right hands of his own. Sparkman fights his way to his feet and hits Trent hard with a lariat, then focuses his attention on Stryker, who comes at him, but ducks a Clothesline, comes back off the ropes and hits a headscissors takedown. The three men are all on their feet now and they look at each other, circling around. Stryker and Brown go after Sparkman, both men looking for some big right hands, and the crowd cheers as they watch Sparkman get beat on by two guys, but he does manage to duck, and Trent lays a huge punch that takes Stryker off of his feet and he rolls out of the ring as he clutches his jaw. Trent looks almost irritated that that's all it took for Stryker to get out of the ring, and that was all Sparkman needed as he hits a lariat to take Trent down and starts stomping immediately.
Torres: Stupid move, that's all Sparkman needed and now he's in complete control.
He goes to cover Trent, but Stryker grabs his legs and pulls him off before anything can come from it. He gets up and goes to hit Stryker, who ducks, turns around, kicks Sparkman in the gut, and drops him with a DDT. Stryker turns around and ducks a huge punch from Trent as well, running to the ropes and taking him out with a diving crossbody. The crowd is totally behind Stryker as he picks Sparkman up and whips him into the corner, then does the same as Trent gets up slowly and still looks dazed and confused about what's going on. (Suddenly the riff from “Lesson in Violence” Blasts through the speakers and Joe “Madman” Martinez races down the ramp. He’s dressed in black T-shirt with the “Never Stop the Madness” logo in the front, a product of marketing’s attempt to push the Madman brand. Joe’s signature mane-like hair and beard are as bushy and disheveled as ever. Joe also wears a pair of camouflage shorts that go well below the knee and new black sneakers.
Gould: Uh-oh, I don’t like the looks of this.
Torres: Me either, what’s this maniac up to?
As he changes course and goes around the ring it’s clear his destination is the announcer’s table.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that the Madman is headed this way.
Torres: Well this can’t be good.
As the Madman reaches the table he rips a microphone headset out of the hands of technician’s hand.
Torres: Madman, you can’t do that, you’re interrupting th-
Madman: That’s Mister Madman to you Torres.
Joe points his finger directly at the face of Jim Torres as he maneuvers his way to the same side as the announcers. When he gets next to the technician he yanks the chair out from under the man without warning, sending him to the ground.
Madman: Out of the way, microchip.
The Madman plants himself firmly in the seat and puts on the headset. He gestures past Jim over to Malcolm. Gould waves back uncomfortably. Without prompting he continues.
Madman: Nice to see you again sir. Glad to be here, thought I’d join in some commentary tonight. Seeing as how it’s slim picking in the ring right now, fans may as well hear the voice of a worthwhile competitor if they aren’t gonna see one in action. Am I right, Jim?
Torres: I'm not seeing anybody worthwhile at this table, besides myself that is.
Gould: Way to stay classy, Jim.
Torres: Classy? I don't think that Scruff McGruff was invited out here, pretty sure he just took it upon himself to sit his butt right next to me without any warning.
Styker continues to dominate inside the ring, taking advantage of the distraction that it caused Sparkman, who was now up on his feet and rolls Sparkman up for a cover.
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Trent breaks the attempt up before it can really take off.
Stryker gets up and goes to hit Trent, but Trent grabs him by the chest and shoves him back, causing him to hit the ropes. He starts to come back, but Trent lays him out with a huge shot to the head. Trent turns to Sparkman now, and the two lock up, with Trent forcing Sparkman into the corner. He throws a knife edge chop at Sparkman, then does this three times repeatedly. He takes a step back and charges at Sparkman, looking for a running boot to the head, but Sparkman ducks, and Trent hits the top of the post. He takes a step back and holds his leg for a moment, some discomfort from hitting the post running through his leg. Sparkman hits a bulldog, and is forced to roll out of the ring to not hit a rope or anything. He stands for a second and is hit with a baseball slide from Stryker that sends him into the guardrail hard.
Gould: Well Madman what do you think of our competitors tonight?
Madman: Now what a sorry pool of chumps this is. If I was a fan I’d be bored to tears right now. First we have Patrick “Pattycake” Sparkman. I’d say he’s the loser of the bunch but no matter who wins they’re all still losers.
Torres: Well I think your last match with him would prove to the contrary.
Madman: Brave words, Jim. What you saw however was just me getting tired of looking at that stupid face of his and doing something about it. I recall you using the word garbage to describe me taking care of business. You got balls, commendable, but not the brains to back it.
The Madman slaps Torres on the back needlessly hard in a patronizing manner.
Stryker gets to his feet and narrowly ducks a shot from Trent, turns to kick Trent, but Trent catches his leg and shoves him, forcing him to the mat. Stryker immediately kicks Trent, and Sparkman grabs Trent's leg, forcing him to land flat on his face on the mat, and Katherine starts to shout encouragement into the ring at her fiance. Sparkman yells at her to shut up, and she looks offended. It seems that Trent also heard it, because he hurries to his feet and as Sparkman gets up onto the apron, Trent grabs him hard by the hair and yanks him into the ring over the top rope, landing on his butt. Trent then kicks him hard in the face and leaves him laying on the mat and holding his nose. Stryker comes and runs to duck under Trent, come back and hit him again with a crossbody, this time hooking both legs for a cover.
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Trent powers out and almost tosses Stryker across the ring. Stryker gets up as Trent grabs him by the hair, lifting and dropping him with a Scoop Slam, then dropping an elbow on him. Sparkman gets to his feet slowly and you can see blood starting to drip from his nose. He wipes it off and goes to Trent, hitting him hard with a right hand. He connects with a Suplex, and picks Stryker up. He bends Stryker over and puts Stryker's head between his legs, but Trent boots him in the chest when he sees that Sparkman appears to be looking for a Piledriver to finish Stryker off.
Madman: Next is this Adam guy, not fully sure what to think of him yet. Aside from his sloppy work in the ring, that is. Is he suffering from some sort of disease? The guy moves like he’s got polio and gout. I hear Stryker used to be a hardcore champ around here. If this is what used to pass for hardcore, no wonder the title got retired. I’d love to show him what the word really means.
Trent pounds his chest a few times, looking to finish the match off himself, but Stryker rolls out of the ring when he is finally aware of what's going on. Trent chases him out, and the two take almost a full lap around the ring before Stryker slides in, runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, hitting Trent in the chest with a spear which is barely enough to cause Trent to go to the mat. Stryker gets up and is met with a boot from Sparkman, flattening him once again.
Madman: You know the real surprise is Trent being here at all. I’m surprised he could tear himself away from playing kissy face with plain Jane long enough to show up tonight. She must have given him permission or he snuck out a window while she was watching soap operas or something.
Torres lets out a slight chuckle at that crack, but it's all business after Stryker starts taking guys out with headscissors takedowns. He climbs to the top rope and hits a huge leg drop on Trent, the crowd going nuts in his favor as he gets to his feet and hits Sparkman with the Stryke! It's all over as he covers!
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Trent kicks him and breaks up the count half a second before the three count goes off! Sparkman slowly pulls himself up to his feet as Martinez takes off his headset and continues to watch the match go down, getting a bit closer. Sparkman sees him and looks furious, but Martinez then grabs Sparkman's belt! He looks at it, then looks at Sparkman and a smile crosses his face as Sparkman charges over to him. Stryker is able to roll up Trent with the distraction, and Sparkman goes to intervene but Martinez hits him in the back of the head with the belt. Higgins sees Madman and yells at him to leave and get out of the arena, and Martinez tosses the belt and does so. He stands at the top of the ramp and Trent hits Stryker with Lights Out, and goes to cover.
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Sparkman comes to make the save, but is just after the three count and Trent has already picked up the win. He looks up the ramp, furious at Martinez, who's smile is huge as we cut to black.