Post by Alice White on Jun 25, 2013 0:20:12 GMT -5
[div align=The scene opens to show Malcolm Gould sitting in a room alone in a chair. He sighs quietly as he looks at the camera.
Gould: Hi, you might know me as NAW commentator, reporter, and blogger, Malcolm Gould, but right now I'm here to talk about the UWL. As you may or may not know, the last UWL event was Fully Loaded in Las Vegas. The night was great, the show was amazing, and everyone was putting on their best performances. At some point during the night, bombs were planted throughout the building. During the last match, federal agents were ushering people in the crowd, and all throughout the arena, out of the building, myself included. Most of us made it out with no issues, but some were not so lucky.
A tear is seen streaming down Gould's eye.
Gould: Some people were not so lucky. I don't know the exact number of injured people from the explosion, but I do know that it is somewhere around 25 to 30. What I do know is that seven died, included a nine-year-old girl who was seeing the event with her older brother. I want our sentiments to go out to the victims of this heinous act and their families, because nobody should ever have to go through something like that, ever. So please feel free to keep these poor families in your thoughts and prayers, and a phone nmber and website will come across the bottom of your screens throughout the night to prompt you to donate money for funeral costs and medical bills. It isn't an obligation, but it is a suggestion. Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy the show.
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We see Adam Stryker approaching Jenny Smith before the show airs, the little caption at the bottom of the screen reads "Earlier Today."
"What was that supposed to mean? You coming out at the last show?" he asks without even saying hi to her.
Jenny shrugs. " What do you take me for? A fool? " she asks with a smirk. " You're offering me this." she said as she held up the piece of paper Adam gave her before last Meltdown. " I needed to see if it would be wise to take you up on that offer." she said.
"That actually sounds reasonable," Adam replied in a little more pleasant tone. "So what is your answer?"
"Well...........you did loose." Jenny started pretending as if she was serious but ifact she had already made up her mind. Right now she was just playing a bit.
"If you're gonna judge me according to one match I fucked up, then we probably have nothing to talk about." he said.
" I thought you men found it interesting if a girl played hard to get? " she asked teasing even further. "euhm.......right....well that came out wrong." she said as soon as she realized what she had said. " Stupid stupid dutch girl...."she told herself.
Stryker looked at Jenny in certain doubt. "Are you crazy or what?"
Jenny looks up from her little dialogue with herself. Her head tilted to the side with a dead serious look in her eyes. " What did you call me?" she asked.
"Be cool, it was just a joke" Adam said with a cocky smile.
Jenny looks at Adam with a questioning look in her eyes and then relaxes. " Not funny." she said smiling as she realized that he was kidding and she fell for it.
"So, finally..." Stryker says with impatience in his voice. "Your answer?"
Jenny shrugged. " I can't see why not." she said casually trying not to seem to eager to accept the offer. When she actually wanted to accept it at once but she figured it would be awkward and send the wrong message. After seeing Adam his match she figured he could teach her some awesome stuff and she figured she could use a more experienced wrestler to show her the inns and outs and do's and donts around this place. Afterall compared to all these other people she was still a rookie.
Stryker smirked "Great. You know the address to the Dojo. Be there tomorrow. Your training starts. And don't expect it to be a fairy tale, princess."
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When we open the show, we get our normal video package over "Now We Run" by Steve Vai playing in the background. We pan around to see some of the signs, although nothing sticks out this week, just some normal funny ones, and a few about our stars. We cut to the ring, where we already see Mike Silva in the ring, a microphone in his hand.
Silva: Well, well, well, look at this crowd we have here tonight. Nothing but a bunch of losers, just like my opponents tonight!
The crowd erupts in boos, as Silva wasted no time getting straight to insulting them.
Silva: Shut up! Each and every one of you! You're all just jealous, because you don't have half of the talent in your entire bodies that I have in my pinkie finger!
The crowd continues to boo, and Silva is interrupted by the sound of drums. A "1-2" beat. This repeats a few times before "Khyber Pass" by Ministry starts to play. The crowd turns all of their focus to the stage as we see Thad Jefferson step out from behind the curtain, wearing a hoodie that covers all of his face except his mouth, which can be seen chewing gum.
Rebecca: The following match is a three way elimination match! Introducing first, already in the ring.... Mike Silva!
The crowd boos loudly, and Thad takes this opportunity to jet down the ramp, the crowd not paying him much mind. He gets into the ring and throws his hood back, showing his face and eyeing Silva up.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Bossier City, Louisiana..... THAD JEFFERSON!
Thad looks at Silva, and the two men do all that they can to not go at it right this second. "Something New" by Rev Theory hits, and the fans all turn their attention to the stage once more. Randy Reaume is seen standing on the stage, a smirk on his face. The fans who know who he is give him a straight down the middle reaction, some cheers, some boos. He heads down the ramp and sees a kid with some of his merchandise. He takes the kid's hat, and the kid looks scared to death, before Randy takes of his own hat and gives it to the kid.
Rebecca: And the third opponent...from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... The Anti-Hero... Randall Reaume!
Randy slides into the ring and takes off the hat and cape, tossing them to a guy at the timekeeper table. He gets into his corner and tests the ropes for a second before standing there in the ready position. Mark Lansing gets a nod from all three men before calling for the bell. The three men go in for the start, all of them looking back and forth at their opponents. Thad and Randy finally both go after Silva each of them alternating kicks to his ribs, then knocking him down. They both stomp wildly on him, and it takes Big Mike dropping Thad by tripping him to get them to stop. Randy sees Big Mike on the outside and runs over, diving between the second and top ropes and taking Big Mike down.
Gould: The match wasn't even going and Mike got himself involved in a match that he had no business getting himself involved in. Nice.
Torres: Hey, his client Silva was being double teamed, he did what he had to do to get all the attention off the man.
Randy slides back into the ring only to be met with a kick from Silva. He has Thad forced into a rope and he turns back to Thad, and is met with a right hand to the head. Thad and Randy give right hands to Silva again, one then the other. Silva ducks a shot from Thad, which ends up in the face of Randy. Randy throws a right hand of his own at Thad, and these two start to send shots back and forth now, while Silva leans on a turnbuckle, admiring the two beating each other down. At the perfect time he runs over and hits a huge double clothesline, putting both men flat on the mat. He covers Thad.
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Kickout!
Gould: And Silva is the first one to go for a pinfall attempt!
Silva gets up and pulls Thad up by his hair, but is hit with a dropkick from Randy. Thad hits Randy with a tackle and some right hands, but is booted by Silva in the kidney. Silva grabs Randy then and whips him into the corner. He runs over and looks for a stinger splash, but Randy ducks out of the way and Silva hits the turnbuckle hard. He turns around and Randy drops him with a scoop slam and then hits a leg drop. He looks over at Thad, who charges for him, and he lifts Thad, dropping him with a back drop and holds his arms out. He locks in an armbar on Silva, but Silva is quick to reverse it into an Armbar of his own. Thad gets to his feet and goes for a lariat on Randy, but Randy ducks and the lariat hits Silva instead, who breaks the hold. Randy lands an elbow drop on Silva, but winds up getting a stomp to the chest from Thad immediately. Thad picks up Randy and whips him into the corner, then grabs Silva and tosses him over the top rope and into Big Mike as both men tumble to the floor sloppily. Thad then focuses on Randy, who is out of the corner. The two circle around the ring and lock up, Randy getting behind Thad and connecting with a German Suplex, and Thad rolls out of the ring after landing hard on his neck.
Gould: All three of these men showing some real drive, especially our two debuts.
Torres: This is an awesome breed of talent we've got in here, Gould, I don't know what Morgan is thinking right now, but it just got competitive.
Randy runs across the ring and kicks Silva in the jaw with a huge baseball slide, then gets out of the ring, picking him up and throwing him into the guardrail. He turns around to be hit by Thad with an elbow, and Thad grabs him by the hair quickly before he falls and rams him into the stairs. Thad then rolls Silva into the ring and covers.
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Thad gets to his feet and is met by Randy with a huge elbow. Randy smiles and looks around before finally grabbing Thad and whipping him into the ropes, and he hits him with a very vicious Clothesline and he covers, but doesn't get anything out of it. He lays some right hands to Thad, and the crowd makes a loud pop with each shot. Thad finally grabs one of Randy's hands and they roll over so now Thad is on top, and he starts to throw some right hands. They get up and Thad knees Randy in the gut repeatedly before planting him in the center of the ring with a DDT. Randy is flat on his back now after rolling over, and Thad looks down at the lifeless body of the Anti-Hero. He grabs Randy by his hair and pulls him harshly to his feet, looking Randy in the eyes. He mouths something, though nobody can hear it, and then hits Randy hard with a head butt, both men going down after that, though Randy got the brunt of the force on that shot. A few seconds later, Thad gets to his feet, and looks around at the crowd, a huge smile on his face. He picks Randy up, who shoves him back and hits him with a Dropkick out of a last ditch effort to keep the match alive.
Torres: And the dropkick from Reaume keeps this thing going just a bit longer, but was it what he needed to buy enough time to pull a win out here?
Randy gets up and hits Thad hard with a lariat, then a knee drop with his left knee, a knee drop with his right, then a jumping double knee drop onto Thad's chest, that sends the crowd into a frenzy, half popping loudly, half booing wildly. Randy shrugs his shoulders as he looks around at the fans, and goes over to look for a setup to his finisher, but Thad keeps fighting back before Randy can get the hold locked in. Randy finally starts to pound Thad on the head a few times to dizzy him up and get him to stop fighting, but Thad won't quit. Randy finally gets up and Thad pulls on his leg in an attempt to trip him, but Randy stomps on his hand with the other foot. This seems to piss Thad off more than hurt him, and he hurries to his feet and quickly drops Randy with another DDT, but this time he turns it into the Guillotine Choke for his finisher, the Loony Bin! Randy tries to fight it but it's useless, they're centered in the ring, and it's locked in! After fighting it for the longest time, Randy is forced to tap out, and the crowd is mixed in their reaction as "Khyber Pass" plays and Thad looks around at the fans before finally just walking up the ramp, then looks down at Randy, who is furious in the ring.
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We are backstage where Barry Lincoln is standing with newest NAW member, Ace Diaz.
Barry Lincoln: "Ace Diaz is here with me. This man will be facing Adam Stryker later on today. What are your thoughts about your opponent and your very own future in this company?"
Ace Diaz: "My thoughts on Adam Stryker? He is just the first of many victims. He can run his mouth all he wants about how he hates people like me, but when it comes down to it, he is just upset he has finally found someone better then him. I know i will rise to the top very fast, because I am just...that...damn...good, and when the--"
Suddenly we hear a cracked voice.
"I can't stand listening to this bullshit anymore."
Adam Stryker, who indeed is the source of that voice, enters the scene and faces Ace. Both men have a staredown as Stryker smirks and utters few words towards his opponent.
Adam Stryker: "I'm here to kick the shit out of guys like you... With these words... you are not helping yourself. See you in the match, kid, and bring your a-game. Eventhough it's still not gonna be enough."
This time it's Diaz who smirks.
Ace Diaz: "You'll learn to respect me."
Stryker chuckles as he leaves the scene.
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Commercial Break
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Adam Stryker vs Ace Diaz
The crowd is pumped when we get back and "Hall of Fame" by the Script starts to play. The crowd looks to the stage as we get yet another NAW debut here tonight. As the song finally gets to the chorus, Ace Diaz comes out from behind the curtain, arm in the air, looking around at the fans with a very interesting quality about him. He shakes his head and starts down the ramp, completely ignoring the crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first... "The Best Card in the Deck".... ACE DIAZ!
Ace slides into the ring, going to a corner to just glare at the audience before hopping down and leaning on the turnbuckle getting ready for the match to start. He stretches a bit and after quite a long wait, "Whatever Happened to my Rock N' Roll" by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club starts to play and the fans cheer loudly for him. He holds his arm high in the air and nods his head, then looks into the ring at his opposition, ending this with his signature cut throat taunt. As he starts moving, Jenny Smith skips out from behind the curtain, making sure not to get ahead of him.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Los Angeles, California by way of the Stryke Dojo.... Adam Stryker!
The crowd pops as Stryker starts his way down the ramp, being sure to greet some of his bigger fans in the front few rows. He hurries up the ring stairs and gets into the ring, walking to a corner and holding his arms high, then dropping down and looking at Diaz again. The two stare each other down as Lansing calls for the bell, and the competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Diaz takes an early advantage by getting low and throwing a quick kick to the shin of Stryker, much to the dismay of the crowd. He shrugs as he goes to throw a punt Stryker's way, but Stryker ducks and Diaz whiffs it. Stryker turns around and pushes Diaz into the ropes, and Diaz stops himself, hitting a charging Stryker with an elbow to the jaw. He turns around and Stryker comes back with a lariat, but Diaz ducks and Stryker tumbles over the top rope, catching himself and landing on the apron. Stryker is on his feet and Diaz goes to headbutt him in the ribs, but he meets Stryker's knee to his head, and backs up a few steps, and Stryker hits a springboard forearm smash to a huge pop from the fans.
Gould: Some quick back and forth action from these two men right here, and boy this could get interesting.
Torres: What'd you say? I just dozed off a little bit right there.
Diaz gets to his feet and ducks a lariat from Stryker, and Stryker runs to the ropes, bounds off, and hits Diaz with a diving crossbody. They're both back to their feet, and Diaz hits a desparate kick to Stryker's gut. Stryker grabs the leg though, and Diaz manages to knee him in the face with the free leg, taking Stryker down. Jenny who has taken a seat on top of the announce table now, holds her hand over her mouth.
Torres: Can someone tell Stryker to get his girlfriend off of the table, I can't see what's going on in the ring, and this is ridiculous.
Diaz lands a leg drop onto Stryker, then gets to his feet and holds his arms high, looking around at the booing fans. He runs to the ropes, springboarding off the second and turns around, landing a second rope springboard leg drop and he hurries to his feet again. He picks Stryker up and shoves his head into his underarm, taking a few steps back to the center of the ring and looking to lift Stryker for a vertical suplex. Stryker holds himself down with all of his weight though, and Diaz does it again, but still nothing. Stryker gives Diaz a few shots to the ribs with a right hand and reverses this into a bridging Northern Lights Suplex for a pin attempt.
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Stryker gets to his feet first, and knees Diaz in the ribs, followed by a high knee to the face. Stryker then gets over Diaz and kicks him in the side once, causing Diaz to roll over and cover himself in pain. Stryker grabs him by the hair and whips him into the corner, running and hitting a running dropkick that causes Diaz to collapse forward, and Stryker drags him to the center of the ring by his hair. Stryker then gets on a knee, digging the other into the spine of Diaz, and pulling his head back by his chin, and Diaz is letting out loud shreaks of pain. Lansing gets down on a knee and keeps asking Diaz if he's ready to give up, and Diaz keeps shaking his head. Stryker eventually gives up on it and goes to the corner, crouching down. When Diaz gets up and turns around, he is met with the Stryke, and Stryker covers.
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Stryker gets to his feet as his music plays, and Jenny comes in to congratulate him as he holds his arms up and "Whatever Happened to my Rock N' Roll" plays over the PA system and we cut.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle and Judas Fraggle walking in a corridor.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Judas and I were talking and we decided that seeing as Alex Morgan has booked a match where I face Lance Carter and the winner of the match gets to pick the stipulation for the match at the PPV then I would pick our stipulation right now. We want a normal wrestling match however when Vice Squad lose to me once again then they must leave NAW forever.
Both men smirk as the scene fades.
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JJ Allen vs Jenny Smith
We cut back to the arena as "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays. The crowd is mixed about it as Jenny gets out of her sitting position and into the ring, JJ Allen is already in the ring. When Jenny gets into the ring, she is attacked by JJ immediately. The bell rings, and the crowd cheers. JJ hits Jenny hard with some strikes to the head, and finally whips her into the ropes. Jenny comes back and JJ sends her out of the ring with a headscissors and gets to her feet, holding her arms high and winking to the fans.
Gould: JJ Allen being absolutely ruthless here, showing off, too.
Torres: JJ is hot, Gould. That's all there is to it. Look at her in there!
JJ gets out of the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper's table and Jenny runs at her, hitting a dropkick to knock the chair into her face. Things changing hands now as Jenny picks JJ up and rolls her into the ring. Jenny climbs up onto the apron and jumps up onto the top rope, bouncing off and hitting a huge Dropkick that causes JJ to do a full backflip in the air before landing on her face.
Gould: Wow, what a Dropkick from Jenny Smith there!
Jenny picks JJ up and whips her into the ropes, runs at her and sends JJ into the middle of the canvas with a monkey flip. The crowd kind of cheers for Jenny as she sits on the top turnbuckle, waiting for JJ to get up. As JJ gets to her feet, Jenny stands up and jumps off, hitting a Tornado DDT after jumping from the turnbuckle, and she hooks one of JJ's legs.
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THREE!
"Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays as Jenny gets to her feet and we cut again.
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Commercial Break
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Katherine Brock vs Trista Stygg
This match is written from the perspective of Malcolm Gould
When we get back, Trysta Stigg is already in the ring, and her submissive/manager is outside of the ring, watching and awaiting the opposition. After several seconds, "Fastest Girl in Town" by Miranda Lambert hits, anw=d Katherine appears on the stage next to her new husband, Trent Brown, and they smile at the fans, who whistle and cat call Katherine, which wipes the smile right off of Trent's face. Katherine smiles at him and pulls his head over as they kiss on the stage, and that puts the smile back.
Rebecca: The following is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring...Trista Stygg! And her opponent....accompanied to the ring by Trent Brown.... Katherine Brock-Brown!
Katherine gets into the ring and Trista goes to attack her right away, but Katherine is ready and she hits Trista instead. The bell rings and the music stops, and Katherine is going nuts in the ring. Trista tries to get some early offense in, but Katherine won't allow it as she throws some nice kicks to force Trista into the corner. She takes a few steps back and runs, hitting an Enziguiri in the corner that sends the crowd all onto their feet and cheering loudly. Trista pulls herself to her feet and is hit hard by Katherine with a huge lariat. Trent is in her corner, cheering loudly. Katherine covers quickly.
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Kickout!
Katherine gets up and picks up Trista, whipping her into the ropes, and landing a Hurricanrana, but not staying for a cover. Instead she gets up and jumps, landing two knees on the chest of Trista. Trista pushes Katherine off of her and jumps up onto her feet, and hits Katherine with a roundhouse kick, but Katherine comes right back with some kicks of her own, ending with a great boot to the face, forcing Trista into a corner. She runs to the corner and hits Trista with a phenomenal Stinger Splash, and then a powerslam to a dazed Trista who comes staggering out of the corner. Trista's sub slides into the ring, but Trent hurries into the ring as well hitting the man with a huge Clothesline, and they both roll out of the ring. Katherine gets up and pulls Trista with her, eventually finishing the match after hitting The End, and she covers.
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Katherine gets to her feet as Trent gets into the ring and the two hug and share a kiss as we cut to the back.
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Commercial Break
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The scene cuts to the backstage area, where we see the recent addition to the NAW roster, Tyson Phoenix. He’s dressed in some dark blue leather pants along with a custom made jacket that has the word “Rockstar” embroidered across its back, and he’s strolling along the corridor appearing to be looking for somebody as he glances around at the names on the various locker room doors. He gets to a crowd of NAW workers who are busy preparing for the rest of the nights events, and as he makes his way through them he brushes his jacket sleeves off just as NAW superstar Sebastian Jankowski walks into view. Tyson spots him and greets him with a smirk as he motions behind him with his thumb over his shoulder.
Tyson: “Jesus…it’s like a freaking zoo back here, they just let these apes run around everywhere? I mean once the circus kicks off, the animals should all be locked in their cages am I right? Anyway, what’s up buddy? The name’s Tyson Phoenix.
Tyson extends a hand and Sebastian obliges him with a handshake.
Sebastian: “Sebastian Jankowski…good to meet you.”
Tyson nods his head with a smile.
Tyson: “Ah yes, I’ve seen a few of your matches. Pretty impressive. You even got called out by the NAW Champion from what I hear, isn’t that right?”
Sebastian: “Yeah he offered me a shot at the title, but I don’t need handouts. Where I come from you don’t have things handed to you, you earn them. So that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
Tyson nods his head, appearing to be a little impressed by Sebastian’s resolve.
Tyson: “You have heart Sebastian…I’ll sure give you that much. But take a look around….do you really see opportunities being given to anybody who’s actually earned it? The NAW Title scene is a mess and the tag team titles have been traded back and forth between the same two tag teams for months now…..all while the rest of you scratch and claw just to get co-main event spot. Is that the type of atmosphere where you’re really going to earn something in?”
Sebastian appears to be thinking for a moment before he responds.
Sebastian: “Well technically there were only two tag teams in the NAW so…”
Tyson cuts him off as he senses a good argument forming in Sebastian’s favor.
Tyson: “That’s not the point Sebastian….my point is, why wait around for something to happen in your favor when it could be so much easier to just make things happen yourself? How do you think Virgil Keenan even got his NAW title shot against Gunner Hughes in the first place? He sure as hell didn’t earn it. You could be wearing that title belt around your waist right now instead of it being in the possession of some scrub.”
Again Sebastian is in thought as Tyson continues.
Tyson: “Look, things around here are going to change Sebastian, and I’m going to be the man who’s going set it all in motion. People like you….people who have been loyal to the NAW in the past, and can still be loyal when the time comes….those are types of people who will go far in this company. And those are the types of people I’m looking to join me in the cause.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow in interest.
Sebastian: “And what cause is that?”
A venomous smile forms across Tyson lips.
Tyson: “A revolution is coming to the NAW, and everybody is going to have to choose a side. You might want to think about which one yours is gonna be.”
Sebastian smiles back at Tyson and pats him on the back as he begins to walk off.
Sebastian: “I’ll be on my own side. Good to meet you Mr. Phoenix, enjoy the rest of the show.”
Sebastian walks off leaving Tyson standing in the hallway with his menacing smile still in place as the scene ends.
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When we come back to the arena, "Land of Hope and Glory" begins to play, and the entire audience brings their attention to the stage for another debut. After a few seconds, we see a target set up in a corner of the ring, and after a few seconds, a new talent to NAW, Mark Nutt, is seen atop the stage. Nutt smiles and waves to the crowd wearing a shirt, his trunks, a hat and his glasses, carrying a bow and quiver with arrows on his back. He jogs down the ramp, greeting some of the fans on his way down as he slides into the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England.... The Archer.... Mark Nutt!
Nutt stands up and pulls an arrow from the quiver, goes to the corner opposite the target and shoots it with minimal effort on his aim, but nonetheless, hits the bullseye to cheers from the crowd. He bows as hands hurry into the ring and take the target down as well as getting his archery equipment from him. He takes off the glasses and tosses them to the side, then throws his shirt and hat into the audience. He smiles to them as his music fades out and "A Lesson in Violence" fades in. The crowd pops loudly and all of them start to rock out with the music, and the lights flash red around the arena. The lights go back to normal and we see the Madman, Joe Martinez, standing atop the stage, his hair scruffy and disheveled as usual. He stares down at the ring at Mark Nutt, who just gets himself readier.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Aztec, New Mexico.... Joe, The Madman, Martinez!
Martinez starts his way down the ramp, stopping about halfway down to headbang a little bit before finally charging down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He goes to his corner and Eddie Higgins gives him his space as the music fades out. The two men circle around the ring after the bell, and Martinez quickly goes for a takedown to start off strong, followed by a bunch of right hands, but Nutt is able to grab a rope, as the force sent them far across the canvas. Martinez gets up and stomps on Nutt's chest a couple times before Higgins tells him to back off, and he does so. Nutt gets up and Joe hits him hard with a Clothesline, as the two spill out of the ring. Martinez gets up right away though, and he rolls Nutt right back into the ring and slides in himself. Nutt hurries to his feet and throws some right hands, but they don't do anything for him, and all they seem to do is irritate Martinez. Nutt then goes for a kick to the ribs, but Martinez catches it and shoves Nutt down onto his behind, then throws a kick to his chest.
Gould: All this ruthlessness tonight, it's kinda ridiculous, isn't it?
Torres: It's the last show before a pay-per-view, these guys are showing everything that they can give us as reasons to want to see them win.
Martinez covers, but only picks up a one count before Nutt kicks out. He smiles and shakes his head as he pulls Nutt to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges and hits Nutt with a huge boot to the head, and Nutt collapses to the mat. Martinez then drags him across the mat to the center and locks in his Grinning Crippler, and Nutt taps out almost immediately. "Lesson In Violence" blares over the system as Martinez gets to his feet and Nutt rolls out of the ring, Martinez holding his arms high and looking around at the cheering fans.
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The scene cuts to the backstage area, where we see Kat and Trent walking through the hallway having a conversation.
Trent: “I’m telling you…I just can’t wait for Heatwave. I’ve been waiting to get me hands on that TV Title belt for a long time, and at Heatwave I’ll finally get my chance to do it. There’s no way I’m leaving without that title belt! Patrick Sparkman is already a defeated man, he just doesn’t know it yet.”
Kat: “Yeah I’ll have my fingers crossed for sure! If anybody deserves to be the champion, it’s gotta be you.”
Trent: “Thanks, that means a lot…”
Just then Trent’s voice is cut off by the sound of a louder voice coming from behind them.
Voice: “There’s the newlyweds!”
Trent and Kat both turn to see who’s doing the talking, and as the camera does the same it is revealed to be Tyson Phoenix. He has a huge smile on his face and outstretched arms as he walks up and attempts to hug Kat.
Tyson: “And my congratulations to the bride…”
Trent steps out in front of Kat and puts a hand up to stop Tyson in his tracks.
Trent: “Can I help you with something there fella? Do we know you from somewhere?”
Tyson puts his hands up in defensive mode to convey that he meant no harm by the gesture.
Tyson: “Who there big guy, I was just giving you guys some congratulations on your marriage…..the names Tyson Phoenix.”
Tyson extends his hand and Trent looks at him for a moment with an unsure expression before finally relaxing a bit and accepting. He then starts to recognize the name and he responds back.
Trent: “Oh yean, I remember you…..you’re Gunner Hughes’ new sidekick aren’t ya?”
Tyson appears offended for split second before covering up with a fake smile.
Tyson: “Well I wouldn’t exactly say sidekick. I mean if we were both superheroes and had to compare superpowers, I’d have to say that I would have more….”
Trent then cuts Tyson off before he can finish.
Trent: “Alright, I get it…tag team partner then. So anyway Mr. Phoenix…what can we do for you?”
Tyson: “Well actually….I’m here to talk about what I can do for you two.”
Trent looks at Kat and they both share an amusing smile.
Trent: “Fella, I’m in line to become the next NAW Television Champion at Heatwave. Kat here is within grasp of the new NAW Femme Fatal Title….what more could you possibly do for us? I’d say we have everything covered.”
Tyson nods his head as he appears to be impressed with the situation that Trent has just laid out for him.
Tyson: “Well you two are certainly sitting pretty. The thing about title shots though is that it’s easy to walk out there and win a title, the hard part is keeping it. You can ask my tag team partner about that one.”
Trent: “I think we’ll manage just fine.”
Tyson: “Maybe you will, if you like to gamble that is. You and I both know that the NAW is not the same as it was when you first arrived here. Flavors of the week are popping up left and right, and Alex Morgan is looking to milk each and every one of them like a prize cow. You might be looking at a title shot right now, but as soon as Morgan can find another face that will net him more ratings…and more money…you, your future title belt, and even your little sweetheart right here will be yesterday’s news and shoved to the back of the line while somebody else takes their turn in the spotlight. But that doesn’t have to happen Trent…because I can prevent it.”
Trent seems amused.
Trent: “Is that right? And how exactly is that?”
Tyson smiles.
Tyson: “By controlling the spotlight. By eliminating these flavors of the week who come in here and shoot their wad after a month and leave the company hanging. By taking the control of your well-being away from Alex Morgan and giving it back to you. That’s how I propose to help you.”
Trent thinks about Tyson’s words for a moment then he responds with a serious look in his eyes.
Trent: “Look, I already control me well-being and I don’t care about flavors of the week because I’m not one of them. I’ve already proven that I’m not just gonna be here for only a week, or a month, or even just a year. I’m gonna be here fighting until I can’t lace up me wrestling boots any longer. So you see, I can put plenty of asses in seats all by myself in the NAW Mr. Phoenix, but I do appreciate your concern. Now you have a good night.”
Trent and Kat both walk off, and Tyson watches them leave. After a few moments he gets a puzzled look on his face as he starts to smell cigarette smoke. He turns and looks around with the camera view following his gaze, and Adam Stryker is spotted standing a few feet down the hallway leaning up against the wall smoking a cigarette, appearing to have been watching the entire time. He takes another drag of his Marlboro and blows out another hit of smoke in Tyson’s direction before letting out a cocky sounding laugh.
Stryker: “Newlyweds….what can you do huh? They still have so much to learn.”
Tyson walks up to Stryker with a curious look on his face, responding in kind to his remarks.
Tyson: “Yeah, I mean she’s pretty hot now….but before long she’ll be sitting around the house in a jogging suit with her hair up in curlers am I right? The name’s Tyson Phoenix buddy….and you are?”
Stryker: “Adman Stryker….and I wasn’t talking about marriage. Hell, I don’t know a damned thing about that. But what I do know about is protecting what’s mine. If I had me a lady like that, I know I’d do whatever I could to protect her…even if it meant selling my soul to the devil.”
Stryker takes another hit of his cigarette and Tyson laughs as he takes Stryker’s comment as a compliment
Tyson: “Well I wouldn’t say I’m the devil….but I have been told that I’m pretty damned evil. Anyway, so what your story?”
Stryker flashes a cocky look back at Tyson.
Stryker: “I don’t have one, I’ve never been one for storytelling.”
Tyson: “Is that right? Well I happen to love telling stories.”
Stryker: “Oh yeah?”
Tyson: “Yup, and I have one that I’d like to tell you right now….a true story in fact. You see, there once was this failing wrestling promotion that had a lackluster and undependable roster, most of who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag. But a former professional wrestler came along, a former world champion too in fact, and with the help of a few others….he injected a venom into this failing wrestling promotion that would light a fire under each and every person’s ass, giving them no choice but to step up and show what they were truly made of.”
Stryker decides to humor Tyson and he nods with approval.
Stryker: “Sounds exciting, and how does this story end?”
Tyson smiles.
Tyson: “Well that still remains to be seen. You see Adam, there’s a storm coming to the NAW, and the safe places to take shelter are diminishing by the day. The wheels are in motion and there is no stopping what’s coming. Sooner or later, everybody with a brain is going to realize who holds the real power in this company…and it won’t be Alex Morgan. Somebody like you would be a good man to help to start making that happen.”
Stryker teases.
Stryker: “Oh yeah? Do you guys have dental?”
Tyson shakes his head.
Tyson: “Dental? The way you’re sucking down those cancer sticks I figured you’d be more worried about the medical.”
Stryker laughs.
Stryker: “Touché. But I was actually just messing with ya anyway man, I’m not interested in either. I like the sounds of what you’re trying to do, but I like to do my own thing in the NAW. I have my own scores to settle.”
Tyson: “Well good luck with settling those scores then. But if you ever decide that you’d like a handicap….I’m sure you know where you can find me. Just look for the spotlight. Have a good one Stryker.
Stryker nods as Tyson walks away.
Stryker: “You too man”
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James Faulds vs Sebastian Jankowski
When we cut back to the arena, we hear the now familiar string music that opens the song Clubbed to Death, which has become synonymous with Sebastian Jankowski. He runs out onto the stage and holds his arms up, looking around at the fans, who cheer him mostly. He smiles as he stares out at the huge crowd and heaves a huge sigh and closes his eyes before hopping up and down and running down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Poznan, Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski climbs the ring stairs and walks across the apron a bit before wiping his feet and getting into the ring. He walks over to one of the corners and holds his arms high to crowd applause. He sighs again, a huge smile on his face as he tests the ropes a bit. "Satellites" by Rise Against plays, and the fans are mixed, but loud. Faulds appears on the stage after a few seconds, and holds his arms high. He looks around and shakes his head at the fact that they aren't all really cheering him on. He looks at the huge crowd before making his way down the ramp, sure not to get too close to any fans on his way down.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Newcastle, England...... James Faulds!
Faulds climbs the ring stairs, not breaking eye contact with Jankowski at all while getting into the ring. Eddie Higgins is officiating again, and he nods at both competitors who stand in opposite corners. The bell rings, and the two move in. They lock up and Faulds hits early with an Arm Drag, then another, then a clothesline. Faulds picks Jankowski up and whips him into the corner, and Jankowski stops himself with the two ropes and the forces causes him to jump into the air, and with Faulds charging, Jankowski hops over him. Faulds turns around into a headbutt from Jankowski, which knocks him back into the corner, and Jankowski brings both knees up and forces himself into Faulds' chest and holds them their, forcing the air out of the Brit's lungs. Higgins gives him a five count, as the hold utilizes the ropes, and Jankowski pulls himself off of Faulds and lets go, Faulds grasping his chest in pain.
Gould: Great move by Jankowski there, utilizing the ropes to get some wear and tear to the lungs.
Jankowski picks Faulds up, and Faulds shoves him into the corner now. Jankowski ducks a right hand and hits a German Suplex from behind, flips backward with it into a bridge, connecting with Jankowski holding onto Faulds' legs and a cover attempt.
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Kickout!
Faulds hurries to his feet to not look bad, and goes for another Clothesline on Jankowski who is running at him. Jankowski ducks, but Faulds is quick enough to turn around and hit Jankowski with a sidewalk slam. The thud is loud, and the crowd pops at the big move. Faulds picks Jankowski up and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb, then gets up and pounds his chest once. Jankowski grasps at his spine, arching his back, and Faulds grabs him by the hair. He hits Jankowski with a right hand, then another, then a third one. He whips Jankowski to the ropes, and when jankowski comes back, he hits a huge Powerslam and hooks a leg with a pin attempt.
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Gould: Not quite enough there!
Torres: Nope, Jankowski worked up enough to kick out of that one!
Jankowski pulls himself up and ducks under Faulds, who is looking for a lariat, and Faulds tumbles over the top rope, but hangs on and pulls himself back up onto the apron. Jankowski backs up and hits a dropkick quickly though, and this causes Faulds to fall off the apron. Jankowski then runs to the other ropes, and comes back with a swan dive over the top rope, and both men hit the floor, Higgins starting a count out count right away.(.....1.....2) Jankowski and Faulds get up and exchange right hands. (.....3.....4) Jankowski goes to whip Faulds into the post, but Faulds counters and instead whips Jankowski into the commentary table as Gould and Torres hurry out of the way and Jankowski rolls right over it and lands where the two men normally are sitting.(.....5.....6) Jankowski slowly gets up, but Faulds dives over the table and hits a takedown into the guardrail!(.....7.....8) Faulds is able to get to the ring in the nick of time, then roll back out to start the count fresh! But Jankowski hits a huge takedown that sends Faulds hitting his spine on the side of the ring, and Jankowski gets them both back into the ring.
Gould: That was interesting, wasn't it?
Torres: What's with all the hostility here? Not like either of these guys was talking about the other's mother or something.
Jankowski runs to the ropes and springboards off of them with a huge shin kick that sends Faulds right to the mat, and then he immediately covers, but Faulds is under the rope, so Higgins refuses the count. Jankowski yells at him as he gets to his feet, but he grabs Faulds by the hair, and Fualds shoves him, then Jankowski shoves him back. The two get into one another's face, and Faulds punches Jankowski in the jaw. Jankowski looks furious and tackles Faulds through the ropes, and the two start to brawl on the outside, and they fight all the way up the ramp. The match is called a no contest, but it doesn't stop them from fighting. They're on the stage fighting, as Faulds shoves Jankowski into the fixture under the screen, and Jankowski goes flat. Faulds picks Jankowski up, and now Jankowski shoves him into it, and then Jankowski shoves him to the end of the stage, but Faulds catches himself. Jankowski runs from behind him and hits a bulldog which sends them both off the stage and through a table!
Gould: Oh my God! I think these guys could both be badly hurt, Jim!
Torres: It's possible. I don't know if I think Jankowski is more brave or stupid for that move.
Medical crews hurry to the scene to help both men back to the backstage area, and both men are able to get to the back with assistance, but they both look pretty battered and beaten half to death.
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Commercial Break
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Nightkrow vs Patrick Sparkman
"Everybody's Dixie" plays loudly to a chorus of boos, as is the usual procedure for Patrick Sparkman making his way to an NAW ring. Sparkman appears on the stage, his flag in hand, as is also usual. He stands there for a few seconds, this being the biggest NAW crowd in some time, and he nods, tipping his hat to the fans, who just boo him more loudly than before. He sighs, shaking his head as he makes his way down the ramp, stopping every so often to shout at the fans.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall....introducing first, the "Southern" Television Champion...... Patrick Sparkman!
Sparkman carefully sets up his flag and attaches it to the turnbuckle with the straps that are set for it as usually are there, and then he climbs the nearby stairs and gets into the ring, removing his gear piece by piece and giving it to hands outside the ring. He stands in his corner and awaits the opposition as "Fight Fire with Fire" begins to play. A crowd is seen flying across the screen, and the lights flash in green and purple as the crowd begins to go nuts. Nightkrow appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, wearing his makeup as usual, and he starts his way down the ramp slowly, straightening out his leather jacket once or twice as he goes down the ring. He stops in the middle to let out his obligatory "CAAAW!" and the crowd, as usual, reciprocates. He smiles and nods his head in approval, then they each let out another one, these two are even louder. He laughs and high fives a few kids before finishing his trek down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Atlanta, Georgia...... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow hands his jacket off to someone before climbing the stairs and setting himself up in the ring across from Sparkman, who is now hopping from leg to leg. Mark Lansing rings the bell, and the men walk to the center. Nightkrow doesn't even bother with a collar and elbow tie up, instead going straight for some amateur style wrestling holds, as he wraps himself around the body of Sparkman and slides around behind him. Sparkman hits Nightkrow with an elbow though, and this causes him to let go. Sparkman spins around quickly and the two do lock up, with Sparkman forcing Nightkrow into the corner. He pushes an elbow into the throat of Nightkrow, who chokes as Sparkman pushes it harder and harder before finally letting go. Nightkrow slides down the turnbuckles to a sitting position, and Sparkman runs, looking for a boot to the face, but Nightkrow quickly rolls out of the way of danger. Sparkman hits the post, and grabs his leg in mostly shock, but some pain after the impact. Nightkrow is to his feet and hits Sparkman from behind with a spear, forcing him into the corner, then Nightkrow sets up him up on the top rope, looking for a super back drop, but Sparkman hits him again with the trusty elbow. Nightkrow lands on his feet, but Sparkman falls back and hits a huge cutter from above, and both men are flat! Sparkman just landed completely on his neck!
Gould: I think Patrick Sparkman could be paralyzed after that! There is no way he is fit to finish this match!
Torres: Shut up, the thing just started, I'm sure that they're both fine.
Nightkrow gets up and looks down at the lifeless body of Sparkman, who isn't moving a muscle. He sort of kicks at the body to see if he can get the opponent to stir, but nothing. Lansing gets down and checks on Sparkman, and can't get him to move at all. Finally Nightkrow drops to a knee and holds up a finger before Lansing can call the match over. He picks Sparkman up and leans him in the corner, and Sparkman suddenly hits him hard with a DDT and plants him to the mat!
Torres: Such an elaborate ruse, making everyone think he was knocked out. Nice.
Gould: Dirty. What did he have to gain from that? Nothing. That was pointless and stupid.
Sparkman chuckles to himself as he pulls Nightkrow to his feet and whips him to the ropes, landing a back body drop and then an elbow onto the chest of Nightkrow. Nightkrow yelps out in pain, and Sparkman does it again. He picks Nightkrow up and lands a Vertical Suplex then, and rolls over to cover.
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TW--Kickout!
Nightkrow slowly gets up and Sparkman comes at him, looking for a lariat, but Nightkrow grabs the arm and instead locks in an armbar. Sparkman fights it for a while and is able to grab a rope, and being the nice guy he is, Nightkrow lets it go with no trouble. Nightkrow then grabs Sparkman by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring, looking to lock in his finisher, but Sparkman kicks at him and forces him away from him. Nightkrow comes back, but is met with a kick to the chest. Sparkman rolls over and gets to his feet, meeting Nightkrow with a high knee that sends him to the mat. He lands another elbow drop onto Nightkrow, and smirks as he gets to his feet and grabs Nightkrow by the hair. He puts Nightkrow's head between his thighs and nods his head before lifting Nightkrow and dropping to his butt with a Piledriver! Nightkrow is outcold as Sparkman covers and hooks both legs, nodding his head along with the count.
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"Everybody's Dixie" plays loudly as Martinez is seen on the stage clapping and nodding along after Sparkman's narrow victory. Sparkman stares at Martinez, and Martinez stares back. The two share a few intense moments before Martinez is gone, and Sparkman is left in the ring with Nightkrow, who is slowly picking himself up.
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Commercial
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When we come back to the show, the lights cut to black. A red light flashes as a siren blares, and the crowd blows the roof off the place with a pop. The Vice Squad appear on the stage as the Miami Vice Theme Song begins to play. They smile as they head down the ramp. Lance Carter is in his wrestling gear, and Hank Sharpe is wearing his 80's style suit. He brushes the suit off as Lance does some poses on the ramp for the cheering fans. Then, from out of nowhere, David Fraggle and Judas Fraggle come from out of the audience and attack the two! Fraggle hits Sharpe with one of the title belts, then tosses them carelessly to the ground as he beats down Hank Sharpe. Judas Fraggle takes Lance Carter and shoves him full on into the ringpost, head first, and he appears to be out of it. Judas takes it upon himself to shove his boot into the throat of Lance Carter as David Fraggle makes a half conscious Hank Sharpe watch the beating. Judas throws Carter's head into the post three more times before rolling him into the ring. He slides into the ring and yells for the bell to be rung. It isn't and he yells for it again as David Fraggle heads up the ramp to retreive the official.
The bell rings, and Judas Fraggle lands a huge Powerbomb, but doesn't let go and lifts Carter for another huge powerbomb, then a third. He gets out of the ring and throws Hank Sharpe into the crowd, then pulls a table from under the ring. David Fraggle comes out with Mark Lansing in tow, and Judas Fraggle hurries into the ring and covers Carter, picking up the pinfall victory. The music starts, but then stops, as Judas Fraggle sets up the table up and hits a chokeslam on Carter, putting him through the table. The two men smile wickedly at the carnage that they caused tonight, the crowd booing loudly as they head up the ramp and we fade to the end of our show."center"][/div]
Gould: Hi, you might know me as NAW commentator, reporter, and blogger, Malcolm Gould, but right now I'm here to talk about the UWL. As you may or may not know, the last UWL event was Fully Loaded in Las Vegas. The night was great, the show was amazing, and everyone was putting on their best performances. At some point during the night, bombs were planted throughout the building. During the last match, federal agents were ushering people in the crowd, and all throughout the arena, out of the building, myself included. Most of us made it out with no issues, but some were not so lucky.
A tear is seen streaming down Gould's eye.
Gould: Some people were not so lucky. I don't know the exact number of injured people from the explosion, but I do know that it is somewhere around 25 to 30. What I do know is that seven died, included a nine-year-old girl who was seeing the event with her older brother. I want our sentiments to go out to the victims of this heinous act and their families, because nobody should ever have to go through something like that, ever. So please feel free to keep these poor families in your thoughts and prayers, and a phone nmber and website will come across the bottom of your screens throughout the night to prompt you to donate money for funeral costs and medical bills. It isn't an obligation, but it is a suggestion. Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy the show.
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We see Adam Stryker approaching Jenny Smith before the show airs, the little caption at the bottom of the screen reads "Earlier Today."
"What was that supposed to mean? You coming out at the last show?" he asks without even saying hi to her.
Jenny shrugs. " What do you take me for? A fool? " she asks with a smirk. " You're offering me this." she said as she held up the piece of paper Adam gave her before last Meltdown. " I needed to see if it would be wise to take you up on that offer." she said.
"That actually sounds reasonable," Adam replied in a little more pleasant tone. "So what is your answer?"
"Well...........you did loose." Jenny started pretending as if she was serious but ifact she had already made up her mind. Right now she was just playing a bit.
"If you're gonna judge me according to one match I fucked up, then we probably have nothing to talk about." he said.
" I thought you men found it interesting if a girl played hard to get? " she asked teasing even further. "euhm.......right....well that came out wrong." she said as soon as she realized what she had said. " Stupid stupid dutch girl...."she told herself.
Stryker looked at Jenny in certain doubt. "Are you crazy or what?"
Jenny looks up from her little dialogue with herself. Her head tilted to the side with a dead serious look in her eyes. " What did you call me?" she asked.
"Be cool, it was just a joke" Adam said with a cocky smile.
Jenny looks at Adam with a questioning look in her eyes and then relaxes. " Not funny." she said smiling as she realized that he was kidding and she fell for it.
"So, finally..." Stryker says with impatience in his voice. "Your answer?"
Jenny shrugged. " I can't see why not." she said casually trying not to seem to eager to accept the offer. When she actually wanted to accept it at once but she figured it would be awkward and send the wrong message. After seeing Adam his match she figured he could teach her some awesome stuff and she figured she could use a more experienced wrestler to show her the inns and outs and do's and donts around this place. Afterall compared to all these other people she was still a rookie.
Stryker smirked "Great. You know the address to the Dojo. Be there tomorrow. Your training starts. And don't expect it to be a fairy tale, princess."
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When we open the show, we get our normal video package over "Now We Run" by Steve Vai playing in the background. We pan around to see some of the signs, although nothing sticks out this week, just some normal funny ones, and a few about our stars. We cut to the ring, where we already see Mike Silva in the ring, a microphone in his hand.
Silva: Well, well, well, look at this crowd we have here tonight. Nothing but a bunch of losers, just like my opponents tonight!
The crowd erupts in boos, as Silva wasted no time getting straight to insulting them.
Silva: Shut up! Each and every one of you! You're all just jealous, because you don't have half of the talent in your entire bodies that I have in my pinkie finger!
The crowd continues to boo, and Silva is interrupted by the sound of drums. A "1-2" beat. This repeats a few times before "Khyber Pass" by Ministry starts to play. The crowd turns all of their focus to the stage as we see Thad Jefferson step out from behind the curtain, wearing a hoodie that covers all of his face except his mouth, which can be seen chewing gum.
Rebecca: The following match is a three way elimination match! Introducing first, already in the ring.... Mike Silva!
The crowd boos loudly, and Thad takes this opportunity to jet down the ramp, the crowd not paying him much mind. He gets into the ring and throws his hood back, showing his face and eyeing Silva up.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Bossier City, Louisiana..... THAD JEFFERSON!
Thad looks at Silva, and the two men do all that they can to not go at it right this second. "Something New" by Rev Theory hits, and the fans all turn their attention to the stage once more. Randy Reaume is seen standing on the stage, a smirk on his face. The fans who know who he is give him a straight down the middle reaction, some cheers, some boos. He heads down the ramp and sees a kid with some of his merchandise. He takes the kid's hat, and the kid looks scared to death, before Randy takes of his own hat and gives it to the kid.
Rebecca: And the third opponent...from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada... The Anti-Hero... Randall Reaume!
Randy slides into the ring and takes off the hat and cape, tossing them to a guy at the timekeeper table. He gets into his corner and tests the ropes for a second before standing there in the ready position. Mark Lansing gets a nod from all three men before calling for the bell. The three men go in for the start, all of them looking back and forth at their opponents. Thad and Randy finally both go after Silva each of them alternating kicks to his ribs, then knocking him down. They both stomp wildly on him, and it takes Big Mike dropping Thad by tripping him to get them to stop. Randy sees Big Mike on the outside and runs over, diving between the second and top ropes and taking Big Mike down.
Gould: The match wasn't even going and Mike got himself involved in a match that he had no business getting himself involved in. Nice.
Torres: Hey, his client Silva was being double teamed, he did what he had to do to get all the attention off the man.
Randy slides back into the ring only to be met with a kick from Silva. He has Thad forced into a rope and he turns back to Thad, and is met with a right hand to the head. Thad and Randy give right hands to Silva again, one then the other. Silva ducks a shot from Thad, which ends up in the face of Randy. Randy throws a right hand of his own at Thad, and these two start to send shots back and forth now, while Silva leans on a turnbuckle, admiring the two beating each other down. At the perfect time he runs over and hits a huge double clothesline, putting both men flat on the mat. He covers Thad.
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Kickout!
Gould: And Silva is the first one to go for a pinfall attempt!
Silva gets up and pulls Thad up by his hair, but is hit with a dropkick from Randy. Thad hits Randy with a tackle and some right hands, but is booted by Silva in the kidney. Silva grabs Randy then and whips him into the corner. He runs over and looks for a stinger splash, but Randy ducks out of the way and Silva hits the turnbuckle hard. He turns around and Randy drops him with a scoop slam and then hits a leg drop. He looks over at Thad, who charges for him, and he lifts Thad, dropping him with a back drop and holds his arms out. He locks in an armbar on Silva, but Silva is quick to reverse it into an Armbar of his own. Thad gets to his feet and goes for a lariat on Randy, but Randy ducks and the lariat hits Silva instead, who breaks the hold. Randy lands an elbow drop on Silva, but winds up getting a stomp to the chest from Thad immediately. Thad picks up Randy and whips him into the corner, then grabs Silva and tosses him over the top rope and into Big Mike as both men tumble to the floor sloppily. Thad then focuses on Randy, who is out of the corner. The two circle around the ring and lock up, Randy getting behind Thad and connecting with a German Suplex, and Thad rolls out of the ring after landing hard on his neck.
Gould: All three of these men showing some real drive, especially our two debuts.
Torres: This is an awesome breed of talent we've got in here, Gould, I don't know what Morgan is thinking right now, but it just got competitive.
Randy runs across the ring and kicks Silva in the jaw with a huge baseball slide, then gets out of the ring, picking him up and throwing him into the guardrail. He turns around to be hit by Thad with an elbow, and Thad grabs him by the hair quickly before he falls and rams him into the stairs. Thad then rolls Silva into the ring and covers.
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Thad gets to his feet and is met by Randy with a huge elbow. Randy smiles and looks around before finally grabbing Thad and whipping him into the ropes, and he hits him with a very vicious Clothesline and he covers, but doesn't get anything out of it. He lays some right hands to Thad, and the crowd makes a loud pop with each shot. Thad finally grabs one of Randy's hands and they roll over so now Thad is on top, and he starts to throw some right hands. They get up and Thad knees Randy in the gut repeatedly before planting him in the center of the ring with a DDT. Randy is flat on his back now after rolling over, and Thad looks down at the lifeless body of the Anti-Hero. He grabs Randy by his hair and pulls him harshly to his feet, looking Randy in the eyes. He mouths something, though nobody can hear it, and then hits Randy hard with a head butt, both men going down after that, though Randy got the brunt of the force on that shot. A few seconds later, Thad gets to his feet, and looks around at the crowd, a huge smile on his face. He picks Randy up, who shoves him back and hits him with a Dropkick out of a last ditch effort to keep the match alive.
Torres: And the dropkick from Reaume keeps this thing going just a bit longer, but was it what he needed to buy enough time to pull a win out here?
Randy gets up and hits Thad hard with a lariat, then a knee drop with his left knee, a knee drop with his right, then a jumping double knee drop onto Thad's chest, that sends the crowd into a frenzy, half popping loudly, half booing wildly. Randy shrugs his shoulders as he looks around at the fans, and goes over to look for a setup to his finisher, but Thad keeps fighting back before Randy can get the hold locked in. Randy finally starts to pound Thad on the head a few times to dizzy him up and get him to stop fighting, but Thad won't quit. Randy finally gets up and Thad pulls on his leg in an attempt to trip him, but Randy stomps on his hand with the other foot. This seems to piss Thad off more than hurt him, and he hurries to his feet and quickly drops Randy with another DDT, but this time he turns it into the Guillotine Choke for his finisher, the Loony Bin! Randy tries to fight it but it's useless, they're centered in the ring, and it's locked in! After fighting it for the longest time, Randy is forced to tap out, and the crowd is mixed in their reaction as "Khyber Pass" plays and Thad looks around at the fans before finally just walking up the ramp, then looks down at Randy, who is furious in the ring.
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We are backstage where Barry Lincoln is standing with newest NAW member, Ace Diaz.
Barry Lincoln: "Ace Diaz is here with me. This man will be facing Adam Stryker later on today. What are your thoughts about your opponent and your very own future in this company?"
Ace Diaz: "My thoughts on Adam Stryker? He is just the first of many victims. He can run his mouth all he wants about how he hates people like me, but when it comes down to it, he is just upset he has finally found someone better then him. I know i will rise to the top very fast, because I am just...that...damn...good, and when the--"
Suddenly we hear a cracked voice.
"I can't stand listening to this bullshit anymore."
Adam Stryker, who indeed is the source of that voice, enters the scene and faces Ace. Both men have a staredown as Stryker smirks and utters few words towards his opponent.
Adam Stryker: "I'm here to kick the shit out of guys like you... With these words... you are not helping yourself. See you in the match, kid, and bring your a-game. Eventhough it's still not gonna be enough."
This time it's Diaz who smirks.
Ace Diaz: "You'll learn to respect me."
Stryker chuckles as he leaves the scene.
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Commercial Break
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Adam Stryker vs Ace Diaz
The crowd is pumped when we get back and "Hall of Fame" by the Script starts to play. The crowd looks to the stage as we get yet another NAW debut here tonight. As the song finally gets to the chorus, Ace Diaz comes out from behind the curtain, arm in the air, looking around at the fans with a very interesting quality about him. He shakes his head and starts down the ramp, completely ignoring the crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first... "The Best Card in the Deck".... ACE DIAZ!
Ace slides into the ring, going to a corner to just glare at the audience before hopping down and leaning on the turnbuckle getting ready for the match to start. He stretches a bit and after quite a long wait, "Whatever Happened to my Rock N' Roll" by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club starts to play and the fans cheer loudly for him. He holds his arm high in the air and nods his head, then looks into the ring at his opposition, ending this with his signature cut throat taunt. As he starts moving, Jenny Smith skips out from behind the curtain, making sure not to get ahead of him.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Los Angeles, California by way of the Stryke Dojo.... Adam Stryker!
The crowd pops as Stryker starts his way down the ramp, being sure to greet some of his bigger fans in the front few rows. He hurries up the ring stairs and gets into the ring, walking to a corner and holding his arms high, then dropping down and looking at Diaz again. The two stare each other down as Lansing calls for the bell, and the competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Diaz takes an early advantage by getting low and throwing a quick kick to the shin of Stryker, much to the dismay of the crowd. He shrugs as he goes to throw a punt Stryker's way, but Stryker ducks and Diaz whiffs it. Stryker turns around and pushes Diaz into the ropes, and Diaz stops himself, hitting a charging Stryker with an elbow to the jaw. He turns around and Stryker comes back with a lariat, but Diaz ducks and Stryker tumbles over the top rope, catching himself and landing on the apron. Stryker is on his feet and Diaz goes to headbutt him in the ribs, but he meets Stryker's knee to his head, and backs up a few steps, and Stryker hits a springboard forearm smash to a huge pop from the fans.
Gould: Some quick back and forth action from these two men right here, and boy this could get interesting.
Torres: What'd you say? I just dozed off a little bit right there.
Diaz gets to his feet and ducks a lariat from Stryker, and Stryker runs to the ropes, bounds off, and hits Diaz with a diving crossbody. They're both back to their feet, and Diaz hits a desparate kick to Stryker's gut. Stryker grabs the leg though, and Diaz manages to knee him in the face with the free leg, taking Stryker down. Jenny who has taken a seat on top of the announce table now, holds her hand over her mouth.
Torres: Can someone tell Stryker to get his girlfriend off of the table, I can't see what's going on in the ring, and this is ridiculous.
Diaz lands a leg drop onto Stryker, then gets to his feet and holds his arms high, looking around at the booing fans. He runs to the ropes, springboarding off the second and turns around, landing a second rope springboard leg drop and he hurries to his feet again. He picks Stryker up and shoves his head into his underarm, taking a few steps back to the center of the ring and looking to lift Stryker for a vertical suplex. Stryker holds himself down with all of his weight though, and Diaz does it again, but still nothing. Stryker gives Diaz a few shots to the ribs with a right hand and reverses this into a bridging Northern Lights Suplex for a pin attempt.
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Stryker gets to his feet first, and knees Diaz in the ribs, followed by a high knee to the face. Stryker then gets over Diaz and kicks him in the side once, causing Diaz to roll over and cover himself in pain. Stryker grabs him by the hair and whips him into the corner, running and hitting a running dropkick that causes Diaz to collapse forward, and Stryker drags him to the center of the ring by his hair. Stryker then gets on a knee, digging the other into the spine of Diaz, and pulling his head back by his chin, and Diaz is letting out loud shreaks of pain. Lansing gets down on a knee and keeps asking Diaz if he's ready to give up, and Diaz keeps shaking his head. Stryker eventually gives up on it and goes to the corner, crouching down. When Diaz gets up and turns around, he is met with the Stryke, and Stryker covers.
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Stryker gets to his feet as his music plays, and Jenny comes in to congratulate him as he holds his arms up and "Whatever Happened to my Rock N' Roll" plays over the PA system and we cut.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle and Judas Fraggle walking in a corridor.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Judas and I were talking and we decided that seeing as Alex Morgan has booked a match where I face Lance Carter and the winner of the match gets to pick the stipulation for the match at the PPV then I would pick our stipulation right now. We want a normal wrestling match however when Vice Squad lose to me once again then they must leave NAW forever.
Both men smirk as the scene fades.
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JJ Allen vs Jenny Smith
We cut back to the arena as "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays. The crowd is mixed about it as Jenny gets out of her sitting position and into the ring, JJ Allen is already in the ring. When Jenny gets into the ring, she is attacked by JJ immediately. The bell rings, and the crowd cheers. JJ hits Jenny hard with some strikes to the head, and finally whips her into the ropes. Jenny comes back and JJ sends her out of the ring with a headscissors and gets to her feet, holding her arms high and winking to the fans.
Gould: JJ Allen being absolutely ruthless here, showing off, too.
Torres: JJ is hot, Gould. That's all there is to it. Look at her in there!
JJ gets out of the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper's table and Jenny runs at her, hitting a dropkick to knock the chair into her face. Things changing hands now as Jenny picks JJ up and rolls her into the ring. Jenny climbs up onto the apron and jumps up onto the top rope, bouncing off and hitting a huge Dropkick that causes JJ to do a full backflip in the air before landing on her face.
Gould: Wow, what a Dropkick from Jenny Smith there!
Jenny picks JJ up and whips her into the ropes, runs at her and sends JJ into the middle of the canvas with a monkey flip. The crowd kind of cheers for Jenny as she sits on the top turnbuckle, waiting for JJ to get up. As JJ gets to her feet, Jenny stands up and jumps off, hitting a Tornado DDT after jumping from the turnbuckle, and she hooks one of JJ's legs.
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"Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays as Jenny gets to her feet and we cut again.
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Commercial Break
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Katherine Brock vs Trista Stygg
This match is written from the perspective of Malcolm Gould
When we get back, Trysta Stigg is already in the ring, and her submissive/manager is outside of the ring, watching and awaiting the opposition. After several seconds, "Fastest Girl in Town" by Miranda Lambert hits, anw=d Katherine appears on the stage next to her new husband, Trent Brown, and they smile at the fans, who whistle and cat call Katherine, which wipes the smile right off of Trent's face. Katherine smiles at him and pulls his head over as they kiss on the stage, and that puts the smile back.
Rebecca: The following is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring...Trista Stygg! And her opponent....accompanied to the ring by Trent Brown.... Katherine Brock-Brown!
Katherine gets into the ring and Trista goes to attack her right away, but Katherine is ready and she hits Trista instead. The bell rings and the music stops, and Katherine is going nuts in the ring. Trista tries to get some early offense in, but Katherine won't allow it as she throws some nice kicks to force Trista into the corner. She takes a few steps back and runs, hitting an Enziguiri in the corner that sends the crowd all onto their feet and cheering loudly. Trista pulls herself to her feet and is hit hard by Katherine with a huge lariat. Trent is in her corner, cheering loudly. Katherine covers quickly.
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Katherine gets up and picks up Trista, whipping her into the ropes, and landing a Hurricanrana, but not staying for a cover. Instead she gets up and jumps, landing two knees on the chest of Trista. Trista pushes Katherine off of her and jumps up onto her feet, and hits Katherine with a roundhouse kick, but Katherine comes right back with some kicks of her own, ending with a great boot to the face, forcing Trista into a corner. She runs to the corner and hits Trista with a phenomenal Stinger Splash, and then a powerslam to a dazed Trista who comes staggering out of the corner. Trista's sub slides into the ring, but Trent hurries into the ring as well hitting the man with a huge Clothesline, and they both roll out of the ring. Katherine gets up and pulls Trista with her, eventually finishing the match after hitting The End, and she covers.
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Katherine gets to her feet as Trent gets into the ring and the two hug and share a kiss as we cut to the back.
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Commercial Break
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The scene cuts to the backstage area, where we see the recent addition to the NAW roster, Tyson Phoenix. He’s dressed in some dark blue leather pants along with a custom made jacket that has the word “Rockstar” embroidered across its back, and he’s strolling along the corridor appearing to be looking for somebody as he glances around at the names on the various locker room doors. He gets to a crowd of NAW workers who are busy preparing for the rest of the nights events, and as he makes his way through them he brushes his jacket sleeves off just as NAW superstar Sebastian Jankowski walks into view. Tyson spots him and greets him with a smirk as he motions behind him with his thumb over his shoulder.
Tyson: “Jesus…it’s like a freaking zoo back here, they just let these apes run around everywhere? I mean once the circus kicks off, the animals should all be locked in their cages am I right? Anyway, what’s up buddy? The name’s Tyson Phoenix.
Tyson extends a hand and Sebastian obliges him with a handshake.
Sebastian: “Sebastian Jankowski…good to meet you.”
Tyson nods his head with a smile.
Tyson: “Ah yes, I’ve seen a few of your matches. Pretty impressive. You even got called out by the NAW Champion from what I hear, isn’t that right?”
Sebastian: “Yeah he offered me a shot at the title, but I don’t need handouts. Where I come from you don’t have things handed to you, you earn them. So that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
Tyson nods his head, appearing to be a little impressed by Sebastian’s resolve.
Tyson: “You have heart Sebastian…I’ll sure give you that much. But take a look around….do you really see opportunities being given to anybody who’s actually earned it? The NAW Title scene is a mess and the tag team titles have been traded back and forth between the same two tag teams for months now…..all while the rest of you scratch and claw just to get co-main event spot. Is that the type of atmosphere where you’re really going to earn something in?”
Sebastian appears to be thinking for a moment before he responds.
Sebastian: “Well technically there were only two tag teams in the NAW so…”
Tyson cuts him off as he senses a good argument forming in Sebastian’s favor.
Tyson: “That’s not the point Sebastian….my point is, why wait around for something to happen in your favor when it could be so much easier to just make things happen yourself? How do you think Virgil Keenan even got his NAW title shot against Gunner Hughes in the first place? He sure as hell didn’t earn it. You could be wearing that title belt around your waist right now instead of it being in the possession of some scrub.”
Again Sebastian is in thought as Tyson continues.
Tyson: “Look, things around here are going to change Sebastian, and I’m going to be the man who’s going set it all in motion. People like you….people who have been loyal to the NAW in the past, and can still be loyal when the time comes….those are types of people who will go far in this company. And those are the types of people I’m looking to join me in the cause.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow in interest.
Sebastian: “And what cause is that?”
A venomous smile forms across Tyson lips.
Tyson: “A revolution is coming to the NAW, and everybody is going to have to choose a side. You might want to think about which one yours is gonna be.”
Sebastian smiles back at Tyson and pats him on the back as he begins to walk off.
Sebastian: “I’ll be on my own side. Good to meet you Mr. Phoenix, enjoy the rest of the show.”
Sebastian walks off leaving Tyson standing in the hallway with his menacing smile still in place as the scene ends.
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When we come back to the arena, "Land of Hope and Glory" begins to play, and the entire audience brings their attention to the stage for another debut. After a few seconds, we see a target set up in a corner of the ring, and after a few seconds, a new talent to NAW, Mark Nutt, is seen atop the stage. Nutt smiles and waves to the crowd wearing a shirt, his trunks, a hat and his glasses, carrying a bow and quiver with arrows on his back. He jogs down the ramp, greeting some of the fans on his way down as he slides into the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England.... The Archer.... Mark Nutt!
Nutt stands up and pulls an arrow from the quiver, goes to the corner opposite the target and shoots it with minimal effort on his aim, but nonetheless, hits the bullseye to cheers from the crowd. He bows as hands hurry into the ring and take the target down as well as getting his archery equipment from him. He takes off the glasses and tosses them to the side, then throws his shirt and hat into the audience. He smiles to them as his music fades out and "A Lesson in Violence" fades in. The crowd pops loudly and all of them start to rock out with the music, and the lights flash red around the arena. The lights go back to normal and we see the Madman, Joe Martinez, standing atop the stage, his hair scruffy and disheveled as usual. He stares down at the ring at Mark Nutt, who just gets himself readier.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Aztec, New Mexico.... Joe, The Madman, Martinez!
Martinez starts his way down the ramp, stopping about halfway down to headbang a little bit before finally charging down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He goes to his corner and Eddie Higgins gives him his space as the music fades out. The two men circle around the ring after the bell, and Martinez quickly goes for a takedown to start off strong, followed by a bunch of right hands, but Nutt is able to grab a rope, as the force sent them far across the canvas. Martinez gets up and stomps on Nutt's chest a couple times before Higgins tells him to back off, and he does so. Nutt gets up and Joe hits him hard with a Clothesline, as the two spill out of the ring. Martinez gets up right away though, and he rolls Nutt right back into the ring and slides in himself. Nutt hurries to his feet and throws some right hands, but they don't do anything for him, and all they seem to do is irritate Martinez. Nutt then goes for a kick to the ribs, but Martinez catches it and shoves Nutt down onto his behind, then throws a kick to his chest.
Gould: All this ruthlessness tonight, it's kinda ridiculous, isn't it?
Torres: It's the last show before a pay-per-view, these guys are showing everything that they can give us as reasons to want to see them win.
Martinez covers, but only picks up a one count before Nutt kicks out. He smiles and shakes his head as he pulls Nutt to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges and hits Nutt with a huge boot to the head, and Nutt collapses to the mat. Martinez then drags him across the mat to the center and locks in his Grinning Crippler, and Nutt taps out almost immediately. "Lesson In Violence" blares over the system as Martinez gets to his feet and Nutt rolls out of the ring, Martinez holding his arms high and looking around at the cheering fans.
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The scene cuts to the backstage area, where we see Kat and Trent walking through the hallway having a conversation.
Trent: “I’m telling you…I just can’t wait for Heatwave. I’ve been waiting to get me hands on that TV Title belt for a long time, and at Heatwave I’ll finally get my chance to do it. There’s no way I’m leaving without that title belt! Patrick Sparkman is already a defeated man, he just doesn’t know it yet.”
Kat: “Yeah I’ll have my fingers crossed for sure! If anybody deserves to be the champion, it’s gotta be you.”
Trent: “Thanks, that means a lot…”
Just then Trent’s voice is cut off by the sound of a louder voice coming from behind them.
Voice: “There’s the newlyweds!”
Trent and Kat both turn to see who’s doing the talking, and as the camera does the same it is revealed to be Tyson Phoenix. He has a huge smile on his face and outstretched arms as he walks up and attempts to hug Kat.
Tyson: “And my congratulations to the bride…”
Trent steps out in front of Kat and puts a hand up to stop Tyson in his tracks.
Trent: “Can I help you with something there fella? Do we know you from somewhere?”
Tyson puts his hands up in defensive mode to convey that he meant no harm by the gesture.
Tyson: “Who there big guy, I was just giving you guys some congratulations on your marriage…..the names Tyson Phoenix.”
Tyson extends his hand and Trent looks at him for a moment with an unsure expression before finally relaxing a bit and accepting. He then starts to recognize the name and he responds back.
Trent: “Oh yean, I remember you…..you’re Gunner Hughes’ new sidekick aren’t ya?”
Tyson appears offended for split second before covering up with a fake smile.
Tyson: “Well I wouldn’t exactly say sidekick. I mean if we were both superheroes and had to compare superpowers, I’d have to say that I would have more….”
Trent then cuts Tyson off before he can finish.
Trent: “Alright, I get it…tag team partner then. So anyway Mr. Phoenix…what can we do for you?”
Tyson: “Well actually….I’m here to talk about what I can do for you two.”
Trent looks at Kat and they both share an amusing smile.
Trent: “Fella, I’m in line to become the next NAW Television Champion at Heatwave. Kat here is within grasp of the new NAW Femme Fatal Title….what more could you possibly do for us? I’d say we have everything covered.”
Tyson nods his head as he appears to be impressed with the situation that Trent has just laid out for him.
Tyson: “Well you two are certainly sitting pretty. The thing about title shots though is that it’s easy to walk out there and win a title, the hard part is keeping it. You can ask my tag team partner about that one.”
Trent: “I think we’ll manage just fine.”
Tyson: “Maybe you will, if you like to gamble that is. You and I both know that the NAW is not the same as it was when you first arrived here. Flavors of the week are popping up left and right, and Alex Morgan is looking to milk each and every one of them like a prize cow. You might be looking at a title shot right now, but as soon as Morgan can find another face that will net him more ratings…and more money…you, your future title belt, and even your little sweetheart right here will be yesterday’s news and shoved to the back of the line while somebody else takes their turn in the spotlight. But that doesn’t have to happen Trent…because I can prevent it.”
Trent seems amused.
Trent: “Is that right? And how exactly is that?”
Tyson smiles.
Tyson: “By controlling the spotlight. By eliminating these flavors of the week who come in here and shoot their wad after a month and leave the company hanging. By taking the control of your well-being away from Alex Morgan and giving it back to you. That’s how I propose to help you.”
Trent thinks about Tyson’s words for a moment then he responds with a serious look in his eyes.
Trent: “Look, I already control me well-being and I don’t care about flavors of the week because I’m not one of them. I’ve already proven that I’m not just gonna be here for only a week, or a month, or even just a year. I’m gonna be here fighting until I can’t lace up me wrestling boots any longer. So you see, I can put plenty of asses in seats all by myself in the NAW Mr. Phoenix, but I do appreciate your concern. Now you have a good night.”
Trent and Kat both walk off, and Tyson watches them leave. After a few moments he gets a puzzled look on his face as he starts to smell cigarette smoke. He turns and looks around with the camera view following his gaze, and Adam Stryker is spotted standing a few feet down the hallway leaning up against the wall smoking a cigarette, appearing to have been watching the entire time. He takes another drag of his Marlboro and blows out another hit of smoke in Tyson’s direction before letting out a cocky sounding laugh.
Stryker: “Newlyweds….what can you do huh? They still have so much to learn.”
Tyson walks up to Stryker with a curious look on his face, responding in kind to his remarks.
Tyson: “Yeah, I mean she’s pretty hot now….but before long she’ll be sitting around the house in a jogging suit with her hair up in curlers am I right? The name’s Tyson Phoenix buddy….and you are?”
Stryker: “Adman Stryker….and I wasn’t talking about marriage. Hell, I don’t know a damned thing about that. But what I do know about is protecting what’s mine. If I had me a lady like that, I know I’d do whatever I could to protect her…even if it meant selling my soul to the devil.”
Stryker takes another hit of his cigarette and Tyson laughs as he takes Stryker’s comment as a compliment
Tyson: “Well I wouldn’t say I’m the devil….but I have been told that I’m pretty damned evil. Anyway, so what your story?”
Stryker flashes a cocky look back at Tyson.
Stryker: “I don’t have one, I’ve never been one for storytelling.”
Tyson: “Is that right? Well I happen to love telling stories.”
Stryker: “Oh yeah?”
Tyson: “Yup, and I have one that I’d like to tell you right now….a true story in fact. You see, there once was this failing wrestling promotion that had a lackluster and undependable roster, most of who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag. But a former professional wrestler came along, a former world champion too in fact, and with the help of a few others….he injected a venom into this failing wrestling promotion that would light a fire under each and every person’s ass, giving them no choice but to step up and show what they were truly made of.”
Stryker decides to humor Tyson and he nods with approval.
Stryker: “Sounds exciting, and how does this story end?”
Tyson smiles.
Tyson: “Well that still remains to be seen. You see Adam, there’s a storm coming to the NAW, and the safe places to take shelter are diminishing by the day. The wheels are in motion and there is no stopping what’s coming. Sooner or later, everybody with a brain is going to realize who holds the real power in this company…and it won’t be Alex Morgan. Somebody like you would be a good man to help to start making that happen.”
Stryker teases.
Stryker: “Oh yeah? Do you guys have dental?”
Tyson shakes his head.
Tyson: “Dental? The way you’re sucking down those cancer sticks I figured you’d be more worried about the medical.”
Stryker laughs.
Stryker: “Touché. But I was actually just messing with ya anyway man, I’m not interested in either. I like the sounds of what you’re trying to do, but I like to do my own thing in the NAW. I have my own scores to settle.”
Tyson: “Well good luck with settling those scores then. But if you ever decide that you’d like a handicap….I’m sure you know where you can find me. Just look for the spotlight. Have a good one Stryker.
Stryker nods as Tyson walks away.
Stryker: “You too man”
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James Faulds vs Sebastian Jankowski
When we cut back to the arena, we hear the now familiar string music that opens the song Clubbed to Death, which has become synonymous with Sebastian Jankowski. He runs out onto the stage and holds his arms up, looking around at the fans, who cheer him mostly. He smiles as he stares out at the huge crowd and heaves a huge sigh and closes his eyes before hopping up and down and running down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Poznan, Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski climbs the ring stairs and walks across the apron a bit before wiping his feet and getting into the ring. He walks over to one of the corners and holds his arms high to crowd applause. He sighs again, a huge smile on his face as he tests the ropes a bit. "Satellites" by Rise Against plays, and the fans are mixed, but loud. Faulds appears on the stage after a few seconds, and holds his arms high. He looks around and shakes his head at the fact that they aren't all really cheering him on. He looks at the huge crowd before making his way down the ramp, sure not to get too close to any fans on his way down.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Newcastle, England...... James Faulds!
Faulds climbs the ring stairs, not breaking eye contact with Jankowski at all while getting into the ring. Eddie Higgins is officiating again, and he nods at both competitors who stand in opposite corners. The bell rings, and the two move in. They lock up and Faulds hits early with an Arm Drag, then another, then a clothesline. Faulds picks Jankowski up and whips him into the corner, and Jankowski stops himself with the two ropes and the forces causes him to jump into the air, and with Faulds charging, Jankowski hops over him. Faulds turns around into a headbutt from Jankowski, which knocks him back into the corner, and Jankowski brings both knees up and forces himself into Faulds' chest and holds them their, forcing the air out of the Brit's lungs. Higgins gives him a five count, as the hold utilizes the ropes, and Jankowski pulls himself off of Faulds and lets go, Faulds grasping his chest in pain.
Gould: Great move by Jankowski there, utilizing the ropes to get some wear and tear to the lungs.
Jankowski picks Faulds up, and Faulds shoves him into the corner now. Jankowski ducks a right hand and hits a German Suplex from behind, flips backward with it into a bridge, connecting with Jankowski holding onto Faulds' legs and a cover attempt.
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Faulds hurries to his feet to not look bad, and goes for another Clothesline on Jankowski who is running at him. Jankowski ducks, but Faulds is quick enough to turn around and hit Jankowski with a sidewalk slam. The thud is loud, and the crowd pops at the big move. Faulds picks Jankowski up and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb, then gets up and pounds his chest once. Jankowski grasps at his spine, arching his back, and Faulds grabs him by the hair. He hits Jankowski with a right hand, then another, then a third one. He whips Jankowski to the ropes, and when jankowski comes back, he hits a huge Powerslam and hooks a leg with a pin attempt.
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Gould: Not quite enough there!
Torres: Nope, Jankowski worked up enough to kick out of that one!
Jankowski pulls himself up and ducks under Faulds, who is looking for a lariat, and Faulds tumbles over the top rope, but hangs on and pulls himself back up onto the apron. Jankowski backs up and hits a dropkick quickly though, and this causes Faulds to fall off the apron. Jankowski then runs to the other ropes, and comes back with a swan dive over the top rope, and both men hit the floor, Higgins starting a count out count right away.(.....1.....2) Jankowski and Faulds get up and exchange right hands. (.....3.....4) Jankowski goes to whip Faulds into the post, but Faulds counters and instead whips Jankowski into the commentary table as Gould and Torres hurry out of the way and Jankowski rolls right over it and lands where the two men normally are sitting.(.....5.....6) Jankowski slowly gets up, but Faulds dives over the table and hits a takedown into the guardrail!(.....7.....8) Faulds is able to get to the ring in the nick of time, then roll back out to start the count fresh! But Jankowski hits a huge takedown that sends Faulds hitting his spine on the side of the ring, and Jankowski gets them both back into the ring.
Gould: That was interesting, wasn't it?
Torres: What's with all the hostility here? Not like either of these guys was talking about the other's mother or something.
Jankowski runs to the ropes and springboards off of them with a huge shin kick that sends Faulds right to the mat, and then he immediately covers, but Faulds is under the rope, so Higgins refuses the count. Jankowski yells at him as he gets to his feet, but he grabs Faulds by the hair, and Fualds shoves him, then Jankowski shoves him back. The two get into one another's face, and Faulds punches Jankowski in the jaw. Jankowski looks furious and tackles Faulds through the ropes, and the two start to brawl on the outside, and they fight all the way up the ramp. The match is called a no contest, but it doesn't stop them from fighting. They're on the stage fighting, as Faulds shoves Jankowski into the fixture under the screen, and Jankowski goes flat. Faulds picks Jankowski up, and now Jankowski shoves him into it, and then Jankowski shoves him to the end of the stage, but Faulds catches himself. Jankowski runs from behind him and hits a bulldog which sends them both off the stage and through a table!
Gould: Oh my God! I think these guys could both be badly hurt, Jim!
Torres: It's possible. I don't know if I think Jankowski is more brave or stupid for that move.
Medical crews hurry to the scene to help both men back to the backstage area, and both men are able to get to the back with assistance, but they both look pretty battered and beaten half to death.
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Nightkrow vs Patrick Sparkman
"Everybody's Dixie" plays loudly to a chorus of boos, as is the usual procedure for Patrick Sparkman making his way to an NAW ring. Sparkman appears on the stage, his flag in hand, as is also usual. He stands there for a few seconds, this being the biggest NAW crowd in some time, and he nods, tipping his hat to the fans, who just boo him more loudly than before. He sighs, shaking his head as he makes his way down the ramp, stopping every so often to shout at the fans.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall....introducing first, the "Southern" Television Champion...... Patrick Sparkman!
Sparkman carefully sets up his flag and attaches it to the turnbuckle with the straps that are set for it as usually are there, and then he climbs the nearby stairs and gets into the ring, removing his gear piece by piece and giving it to hands outside the ring. He stands in his corner and awaits the opposition as "Fight Fire with Fire" begins to play. A crowd is seen flying across the screen, and the lights flash in green and purple as the crowd begins to go nuts. Nightkrow appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, wearing his makeup as usual, and he starts his way down the ramp slowly, straightening out his leather jacket once or twice as he goes down the ring. He stops in the middle to let out his obligatory "CAAAW!" and the crowd, as usual, reciprocates. He smiles and nods his head in approval, then they each let out another one, these two are even louder. He laughs and high fives a few kids before finishing his trek down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Atlanta, Georgia...... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow hands his jacket off to someone before climbing the stairs and setting himself up in the ring across from Sparkman, who is now hopping from leg to leg. Mark Lansing rings the bell, and the men walk to the center. Nightkrow doesn't even bother with a collar and elbow tie up, instead going straight for some amateur style wrestling holds, as he wraps himself around the body of Sparkman and slides around behind him. Sparkman hits Nightkrow with an elbow though, and this causes him to let go. Sparkman spins around quickly and the two do lock up, with Sparkman forcing Nightkrow into the corner. He pushes an elbow into the throat of Nightkrow, who chokes as Sparkman pushes it harder and harder before finally letting go. Nightkrow slides down the turnbuckles to a sitting position, and Sparkman runs, looking for a boot to the face, but Nightkrow quickly rolls out of the way of danger. Sparkman hits the post, and grabs his leg in mostly shock, but some pain after the impact. Nightkrow is to his feet and hits Sparkman from behind with a spear, forcing him into the corner, then Nightkrow sets up him up on the top rope, looking for a super back drop, but Sparkman hits him again with the trusty elbow. Nightkrow lands on his feet, but Sparkman falls back and hits a huge cutter from above, and both men are flat! Sparkman just landed completely on his neck!
Gould: I think Patrick Sparkman could be paralyzed after that! There is no way he is fit to finish this match!
Torres: Shut up, the thing just started, I'm sure that they're both fine.
Nightkrow gets up and looks down at the lifeless body of Sparkman, who isn't moving a muscle. He sort of kicks at the body to see if he can get the opponent to stir, but nothing. Lansing gets down and checks on Sparkman, and can't get him to move at all. Finally Nightkrow drops to a knee and holds up a finger before Lansing can call the match over. He picks Sparkman up and leans him in the corner, and Sparkman suddenly hits him hard with a DDT and plants him to the mat!
Torres: Such an elaborate ruse, making everyone think he was knocked out. Nice.
Gould: Dirty. What did he have to gain from that? Nothing. That was pointless and stupid.
Sparkman chuckles to himself as he pulls Nightkrow to his feet and whips him to the ropes, landing a back body drop and then an elbow onto the chest of Nightkrow. Nightkrow yelps out in pain, and Sparkman does it again. He picks Nightkrow up and lands a Vertical Suplex then, and rolls over to cover.
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TW--Kickout!
Nightkrow slowly gets up and Sparkman comes at him, looking for a lariat, but Nightkrow grabs the arm and instead locks in an armbar. Sparkman fights it for a while and is able to grab a rope, and being the nice guy he is, Nightkrow lets it go with no trouble. Nightkrow then grabs Sparkman by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring, looking to lock in his finisher, but Sparkman kicks at him and forces him away from him. Nightkrow comes back, but is met with a kick to the chest. Sparkman rolls over and gets to his feet, meeting Nightkrow with a high knee that sends him to the mat. He lands another elbow drop onto Nightkrow, and smirks as he gets to his feet and grabs Nightkrow by the hair. He puts Nightkrow's head between his thighs and nods his head before lifting Nightkrow and dropping to his butt with a Piledriver! Nightkrow is outcold as Sparkman covers and hooks both legs, nodding his head along with the count.
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THREE!
"Everybody's Dixie" plays loudly as Martinez is seen on the stage clapping and nodding along after Sparkman's narrow victory. Sparkman stares at Martinez, and Martinez stares back. The two share a few intense moments before Martinez is gone, and Sparkman is left in the ring with Nightkrow, who is slowly picking himself up.
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When we come back to the show, the lights cut to black. A red light flashes as a siren blares, and the crowd blows the roof off the place with a pop. The Vice Squad appear on the stage as the Miami Vice Theme Song begins to play. They smile as they head down the ramp. Lance Carter is in his wrestling gear, and Hank Sharpe is wearing his 80's style suit. He brushes the suit off as Lance does some poses on the ramp for the cheering fans. Then, from out of nowhere, David Fraggle and Judas Fraggle come from out of the audience and attack the two! Fraggle hits Sharpe with one of the title belts, then tosses them carelessly to the ground as he beats down Hank Sharpe. Judas Fraggle takes Lance Carter and shoves him full on into the ringpost, head first, and he appears to be out of it. Judas takes it upon himself to shove his boot into the throat of Lance Carter as David Fraggle makes a half conscious Hank Sharpe watch the beating. Judas throws Carter's head into the post three more times before rolling him into the ring. He slides into the ring and yells for the bell to be rung. It isn't and he yells for it again as David Fraggle heads up the ramp to retreive the official.
The bell rings, and Judas Fraggle lands a huge Powerbomb, but doesn't let go and lifts Carter for another huge powerbomb, then a third. He gets out of the ring and throws Hank Sharpe into the crowd, then pulls a table from under the ring. David Fraggle comes out with Mark Lansing in tow, and Judas Fraggle hurries into the ring and covers Carter, picking up the pinfall victory. The music starts, but then stops, as Judas Fraggle sets up the table up and hits a chokeslam on Carter, putting him through the table. The two men smile wickedly at the carnage that they caused tonight, the crowd booing loudly as they head up the ramp and we fade to the end of our show."center"][/div]