Post by Alice White on Jul 8, 2013 3:14:14 GMT -5
NAW Heatwave Pre-Show
Pre-Show matches are written from the perspective of Malcolm Gould, and do not have commentary and are not televised. They are instead transcribed and put onto Malcolm's blog attached to the NAW website.
We started our first match, Slick Willy Seaman taking on our very own Marty Domingo, and boy these guys were fun to watch. If this set the tone for the evening, then we were not at all in for a sad or disappointing show.
The match started off very quick paced, with Domingo getting the upper hand. He kept up with takedowns to keep Willy off his feet, and it lasted for a minute or two. He went for a cover, but Willy wouldn't allow it. Willy eventually hit him with a headbutt, which forced Marty to back off, and hurries to his feet. He hits Marty with a Lariat, then runs to the ropes, climbing to the top and turning around quickly. As Marty slowly gets up, Willy comes off the top turnbuckle and hits a missile Dropkick, and he hurries to his feet, taunting some of the fans who showed up early, and they boo him loudly.
The beatdown becomes very one-sided, and Willy completely takes over. He keeps Marty on the mat with repeated stomps, and I think he might have broken or bruised a few ribs there with the violent stomps. He picks Marty up, then sends him to the mat in a sitting postiion with a snapmare, then he runs to the ropes, comes back and hops over Marty, comes back again and plants his knee into the face of Marty Domingo with a Shining Wizard, and he covers! He picks up the three count, and this match is over.
Winnner via pinfall at 2:28, Slick Willy Seaman
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What It Comes Down To
Alex Morgan and Robert Martin are seen sitting in Alex Morgan's office at Headquarters, just two short days before Heatwave, NAW's first ever June Pay-Per-View Event. Morgan has his hands crossed and is leaning his head on them, while Robert Martin is pacing around the office.
Morgan: So he says he got bored. Are my shows really that boring, Robert? And don't lie to me. I need to know if I'm doing a bad job of running this place. There are some times more often than not that I contemplate just shutting the entire thing down. But I don't want to leave these guys unemployed.
Martin: Well, if it's that big of a deal, I know that these guys could easily find work elsewhere. Even while they're signed here I'm sure that they could find a better place if you were doing that bad of a job.
Morgan nods.
Morgan: Virgil Keenan has already signed a contract with another promotion. Underground X.
Martin looks almost surprised at the revalation from Morgan.
Martin: Is he leaving NAW?
Morgan: I don't know, but I do know that negotiations for re-signing his contract here aren't going well. He wanted a short term contract, and I wanted him, so I wasn't going to lock him into something that he didn't want.
Martin: That's an excellent point. He's definitely a hell of a superstar. But how good is it going to make your promotion look if he does pick up the win tonight and hauls that championship belt around with him, parading it around to every company and promotion he can get signed to?
Morgan heaves a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair, leaning back in his chair.
Morgan: Yeah, that's always an embarrassment to a promotion when a guy does that. Like a new championship can always be made, but it's not the same as the original belt.
Martin: There are always ways that these things can be fixed though, please remember that.
Morgan looks at Martin, moving his jaw back and forth, his brow furrowed almost half in shock, and half in confusion, though he clearly knows the implications of what was just said.
Morgan: One thing I believe in, Mr. Martin, is dignity, and I plan to uphold that. I would never stoop to the level that you are suggesting.
Martin: Look, Alex. You're running a top notch company here, and it's a great thing you're doing. You're changing the name of the game with this place, or at least you could be, with a little direction. You need to preserve the sanctity of your championship belts. This isn't just some toy belt that people can parade around like some sort of joke. It's your livelihood that they're making a mockery of, just remember that, Alex. Get back to me when you have an idea.
Morgan nods as Martin leaves the room.
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The show opens with the screen lighting up and in the corner of the screen, a little box says "Earlier Tonight". We see David and Judas Fraggle in the backstage area, looking straight into the camera. Kid Ant walks past them, and it appears not to affect them, but after a few seconds, Judas grabs Kid Ant from behind and throws him into a wall. He stomps repeatedly as David watches and holds the tag team championship belts. David Fraggle smiles as Judas beats him to a pulp. Judas finally picks up Kid Ant and powerbombs him through a concession table, taking a few steps back as the camera zooms in on the victim.
David Fraggle: You see, NAW, this is what Judas Fraggle and I are capable of. This right here. And this is the damage that we can do. And this is what we will be doing when we are finally able to get our revenge on Alex Morgan. So Mr. Morgan, you stay in your office, and hide behind your security, because this is what the result will be when we get our hands on you and your goon squad.
The Fraggles take a few steps back and leave the scene.
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*As the roar of 50,000+ fans can be heard, the cameras cut backstage. One of the competitors in tonight's first contest, James Weck, is standing there with Barry Lincoln*
Lincoln: "James, tonight you make your debut in the NAW. Any trepidation about your first match coming on such a big stage, in front of this jacked up crowd?"
Weck: "Trepidation? Barry Lincoln, I was made to perform on the highest settings in the sporting world! You think THIS is a big stage, a high tension setting? I spent my youth wrestling in the toughest tournaments in the country, it's what I've done since before Zealot even drew his first Pentagram. If a crowd like tonight is big to you, just imagine what it is going to look like when I show them what true talent it, what it really means to be one of the very best of all time! In ancient Rome, wrestling was basically another bloodsport, just as often as not, it was to the death! Well, I think it's time I bring all those screaming Nittany Lions out there a little blast from the past! I will show them that all the belt holders who will follow my lead tonight are nothing but paper champions, nothing more than a taint on the wrestling world that needs to be eradicated. I'm not one to look past an opponent, but tonight is nearly the beginning of a transformation of the NAW, the heights I will take it to have not yet begun to be reached!!
Lincoln: "You mentioned your opponent for tonight, Zealot. He seems like a pretty pious man, and one that certainly is dedicated to his cause. Do you think you will be able to withstand his, well, zealotry?
Weck(looking at Barry as if he is ready to blow a gasket):"Brother, I don't know who the fuck you think you are talking to, but nobody knows more are dedication than I do! I eat, sleep, and breath this sport, more than any of these other jokers on the roster. I am the Incarnation of Determination!! This idiot is nothing more than a washed up failure at this sport who "found God" when he pulled the bible out of the top shelf of a nightstand at some cheap shit motel! He bought some hair dye, probably took some acid, and thinks all of a sudden he is better than what he is! The fact that you would ask me such a thing is the problem that I am combating. You see every move, every match in the NAW, and you think guys like this are actually someone to take seriously? If I am going to get back all the respect that was taken from me, if I am going to take this sport, and myself, to the heights it belongs, than I need to send a message. I need to beat Zealot so bad it will make the rest of the jokers on the roster more uncomfortable than this heatwave in the Northeast does. By the time the sun sets tonight above Heatwave, the sun will also set on all that you, and everyone else in this company, thinks they know about the sport of wrestling!"
Lincoln(dripping with sarcasm): "Seems like a perfectly level-headed response. Any final thoughts before you head out to the ring?"
Weck:"There's nothing left to say. I've spent 5 years waiting, thinking, talking, brooding, for this moment. Tonight, the prodigal son of the wrestling world comes home. In just a few moments time, my redemption takes a first step. And Zealot, well, he takes a final one!"
*James stares at the camera just a few seconds before storming off towards the gorilla position*
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We cut to the arena to see 50,000 screaming fans for the opening of the pay-per-view. Everyone is pumped to be there, and it looks like a beautiful evening at Beaver Stadium. We cut around the stadium, and see some of the memorable signs that fans have gone through the trouble of making. We then cut to the commentary booth.
Gould: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the first annual June pay-per-view for NAW, Heatwave! We've got a stacked card for you this evening, and boy we can't wait to get this thing going.
Torres: That's right, and what an excellent night for an outdoor venue. And look at some of these fans, the crowd is electric tonight! I can't wait to get started!
The commentators are interrupted as the arena goes black and eerie pipe organ music plays. Red Lights fill the arena as "Reign in Blood" by Slayer begins to play. A hooded Zealot makes his way out from the smoke filled entrance, stopping at the top of the ramp and raises his hands to his chest in a prayer.
Rebecca: The first match of the evening is a singles match, a double debut, and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania.... Zealot!
He slowly makes his way to the ramp, his hands around a wooden crucifix that hangs from his neck, his head straight and focused on the ring. He gets to the ring, then slowly slides under the bottom rope, crawling his way to the center of the ring. He slowly stands in the center and once again raises his hands to the prayer, before quickly removing his hood and staring to the sky. As soon as his music fades out, we hear another entrance song for the first time. "Perfect Insanity" from Disturbed hits the P.A., and Weck slowly and purposefully steps out onto the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Paramus, New Jersey..... James Weck!
He stands still, eyes staring dead at the center of the ring, at his first opponent standing inside of it. He takes his time, not lettng the crowds catcalls or grabhanding distract him in the least. He wears a black singlet with his last name, Weck, written across the top of the back, spanning from massive shoulderbale to massive shoulderblade. James climbs the apron, then turns and stares out towards the crowd as if he is looking for something. When he does not see it, his eyes becom enraged and his head begins to shake. He quickely gets into the ring between the top and middle rope, and marches toward the center of the ring, ready for action.
The men stand in the center and stare each other down as Mark Lansing gets in between them to make sure they stay apart for the beginning. He calls for the bell and gets out of the way as both men circle the ring, staring each other down for a weakness. Weck eventually strikes first, and Zealot responds and they start with a grapple, which Weck comes out on top of, shoving Zealot and sending him stumbling backward to the mat. He runs and looks for a kick to the head, but Zealot rolls out of the way. Zealot gets to his feet and charges at Weck, who leans forward and scoops Zealot into the air over his shoulder, dropping him face first onto the turnbuckle that Weck was standing in front of, and Zealot hits the mat again. Zealot gets to his feet and Weck moves in for another attack, but Zealot on the defense looks great as he throws a right hand that knocks Weck back, and Zealot keeps at it with repeated right hands. He whips Weck into the ropes, and Weck comes back, and both men take each other out, Weck with a running lariat and Zealot with a clothesline of his own.
Gould: Great matchup, and they're getting the crowd real into the show from the start, it's good to see two guys who want a win.
Torres: Are you kidding? Of course they want to win, they want to make a name for themselves. Can you not state the obvious for one show please and actually have some real insight?
Weck is to his feet first, and he pounds the mat on his way up, staring down Zealot, who is getting up just slightly more slowly than Weck. The two stare each other down again and move in close, with another lockup coming. They shove at each other, but it goes nowhere, and Zealot finally kicks Weck in the midsection and lets go, with Weck bending forward in pain. Zealot kicks again, backing Weck up a step or two. Zealot then shoves Weck back into the corner, running at him and hitting a lariat into the corner that causes Weck to stumble out when Zealot backs up, then he hits a Powerslam and covers Weck.
ONE
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TW--Kickout!
Zealot pulls Weck to his feet by the hair, and whips him into the ropes. Weck comes back and Zealot runs at him, hitting him and plowing into him with a running shoulder block, and both men go down again from the huge impact. Weck is up quickly though, and so is Zealot, and they look to lock up, but Weck decides on a right hand instead. He whips Zealot into the ropes, turning around and hitting Zealot hard witha back elbow on the way back. Zealot hits the mat and holds his mouth, and Weck stomps on him a few times before getting behind Zealot and locking in a sleeper hold. Zealot fights it, but can't get Weck to let go, and Weck locks it in tighter and tighter as the fighting goes on. Zealot does manage to work himself to his feet, bent over.
Gould: Weck doesn't appear to be willing to come even close to letting go of that sleeper, and Zealot looks like he might be fading here.
Zealot eventually sends repeating elbows into the midsection of Weck, eventually forcing him to let go. He lays some more right hands to Weck, eventually grabbing him and dropping him with a DDT, and both men lie on the mat, totally motionless for a few seconds, trying to catch some breath. Zealot rolls Weck onto his back and covers him, hooking a leg.
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TWO
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Kickout!
Torres: Both of these men are gonna have to beat the other one senseless in order to pick up the win. I love it!
Zealot gets to his feet and hits Weck with a right hand when Weck gets to his knees. He hits Weck with another one then, which flattens him, leaving him vulnerable to anything. He grabs Weck by the hair again, shoving Weck's head in between his legs. He holds an arm up and looks at the sky, it appears as though he's saying a quick prayer. He then plants himself and puts his hands on Weck's stomach, but Weck stands straight up, and with great strength, is able to flip Zealot over his head and to the mat, falling to a knee himself. Weck gets to his feet, and leans on the turnbuckle for a second as Zealot pulls himself to his feet, reaching back and grabbing his neck every so often to try to relieve a bit of the pain there. He charges at Weck, who ducks, but Zealot boosts himself with the middle turnbuckle and turns quickly, balancing on the top rope. Weck thinks quickly though, and shakes the ropes so Zealot falls and lands on the top turnbuckle with his groin.
Gould: What a very nice quick set there, and these guys really have been putting on an excellent display so far tonight.
Weck lands a few right hands onto the chest of Zealot before pulling him from the top turnbuckle and lifting him over his shoulders as he shows absolute brute strength and marches to the center of the ring. From there, he drops down and drops Zealot onto his neck with the Weck-Drop! He rolls over onto Zealot and covers, hooking the leg and his head bobbing along with the count.
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THREE!
Weck hops to his feet in excitement as "Perfect Insanity" hits and he pulls his hand away from Mark Lansing who tries to hold it up after the victory.
Rebecca: Here is your winner..... James Weck!
Weck gets out of the ring and backs up the ramp, a huge grin on his face as Zealot, leans on the bottom rope at the other end of the ring, a mixture of anger, anguish, and shock on his face.
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A Chance Meeting
We cut to the parking garage, where a jet black limo is just pulling in. The car stops, and out steps Jordan Keyser. Jordan has on a black suit with a dark red shirt and a black tie, and a pair of black Oakley sunglasses. He reaches into the car and helps his new valet, Liz Garrett out of the car. Liz looks gorgeous in a little black dress, and as she stands upright, she takes Jordan's offered arm. The two walk past the camera and into the building. The camera follows.
Liz: This is so exciting! My first wrestling event! What am I supposed to do?
More than a foot taller, Jordan towers over her, but he looks down and grins.
Keyser: Head up to the press box. I've called ahead, your credentials should be waiting for you. Stay up there until my match. There's an empty seat waiting for you at ringside for that match. ESN will be expecting a full breakdown of the show on your blog, so pay attention and take notes. Even here, you still have a job to do.
Jordan gestures to an elevator.
Keyser: That should take you to the press box. I'll see you at ringside later.
Liz nods, then heads for the elevator. The camera watches for a moment, then turns back to follow Jordan. Keyser rounds a corner, and walks right into fellow Superstar Joe "Madman" Martinez. The two collide, and Jordan looks furious.
Keyser: Why don't you watch where the hell you're going.
Madman looks incredulous.
Martinez: 'Cuz folks with sense know to stay outta my way. Besides, you walked into me, Wall-street.
Jordan suddenly grins and leans in, speaking softly with that slow southern drawl of his.
Keyser: Careful, Madman. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you before your big match tonight.
Joe's eyes narrow, and he gets right up in Jordan's face.
Martinez: Likewise, bud. This hallway's as good for me as a wrestling ring, why wait for the card?
The two stand nose to nose for a few silent seconds, and Jordan gets a look of contempt on his face.
Keyser: No. Not here. I'd rather give you a beating the NAW will sanction. Soon, my fragrant friend. Soon. Until then, try to stay away from me. Your stench is almost more than I can bear, and this suit is far too expensive to throw away.
With that, Jordan shoulders past Martinez and off down the hallway. Joe stares after him, then walks away muttering under his breath.
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Femme Fatale Championship Match
We see the crew finishing the setup for the next match, which involved putting up scaffolding with a wire to hold the harness, which is somehow still able to raise and lower like the normal ladder matches. The referee for this match, Eddie Higgins, stands in the center of the ring as The Gun Show plays over the PA system. There are no lights to dim, since it isn't dark yet, but JJ Allen appears on the stage after a few seconds and holds her arms high, running down the ramp and doing a front flip with a corkscrew over the top rope, landing on her neck and rolling forward to get perfectly up onto her feet. She smiles as she holds her arms out and the crowd admires her perfect features.
Rebecca: The following is a ladder match for the Femme Fatale Championship! Introducing first, The Parkour Princess..... JJ Allen!
She goes to one corner as "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" from Rock of Ages plays. The fans cheer and rock along as Jenny Smith appears on the stage from behind the curtain. The crowd cheers as she holds an arm up flashing a peace sign, and turns around to face them. She gets a mostly mixed reaction the rest of the time though as she skips down the ramp to the ring. She climbs the stairs and gets into the ring and stares at the title belt that Eddie Higgins is currently holding.
Rebecca: And the next contestant, from The Netherlands.... The Dutch Diva.... Jenny Smith!
Jenny and JJ stare at each other, then let their gazes go to the belt, back and forth as Jenny's music fades out slowly. "Fastest Girl in Town" by Miranda Lambert plays, and the crowd goes insane for her. She comes to the ring, holding the hand of her husband, Trent Brown, and they smile as they head down the ramp, hand in hand. When they get to the stairs, Katherine goes to kiss her man when he takes her up the stairs and holds the ropes apart for her. She smiles as she gets into the ring and stares at the two girls already in the ring. Eddie Higgins sets up the belt as her music fades, and the belt rises up to the top of the scaffolding, the crowd getting pumped up before the bell rings. The three girls look at each other for a minute, then JJ slides out of the ring and grabs the ladder. She slides it into the ring, and Katherine grabs it, tossing it out on another side. JJ chases after it and when she is ready to get it, she is hit with a suicide dive from Jenny. Jenny gets to her feet and smiles as she grabs JJ by the hair and gets in front of her, pulling her by her hair and flipping her over her shoulder, her spine landing on the ladder. Katherine just smiles and watches Jenny destroy JJ slowly on the outside of the ring.
Gould: Wow, Jenny is reall y being ruthless to JJ tonight.
Torres: Well, the woman is crazy after all.
Gould: You better hope she doesn't hear that, Jim. Remember what she did to our very own Kelly Parker.
Jenny pushes JJ up against the guard rail, and JJ looks to be just about out of it at this point. Jenny proceeds to climb up onto the ring apron, then to the top rope, diving off and hitting a huge missile dropkick to JJ and knocking her over the guard rail and into the crowd! Katherine takes this opportunity and grabs the ladder, sliding it into the ring and setting it up in the center. She gets about half way when Jenny sees her and climbs up it. They are both at the top and JJ starts to stir. The two women throw right hands back and forth, when finally, the ladder is tipped over by JJ who snuck back in, unseen. Both women are able to catch themselves and land on their feet though, and Katherine hits JJ with a huge lariat. She turns to Jenny, who sends her across the ring with a headscissors, and Jenny gets to her feet, a wicked grin on her face. She skips over to where JJ is laying on the ground and picks her up, and JJ pushes her. JJ runs to the ropes and comes back, and Jenny leap frogs over her. JJ comes back and looks for a diving crossbody, getting it as Katherine pulls herself up using the ropes. JJ gets to her feet and is grabbed by the hair by Katherine, who yanks her to the mat and JJ lands on the back of her head, yelping in pain.
Gould: Katherine, using the hair of JJ Allen as a weapon of her own.
Torres: These cheap people and their cheap tactics.
Katherine picks up Jenny and whips her to the corner, then goes over and climbs to the second rope, hitting Jenny in the head with a flurry of forearms. JJ comes from behind though and shoves Katherine, pusing her out of the ring and she tumbles to the outside, the crowd booing at JJ who just shoved her. JJ then jumps up, using the ropes, and hitting Jenny with an Enziguiri, which causes her to fall flat, and she rolls out of the ring. JJ then proceeds to set the ladder back up in the center of the ring as Katherine begins to stir. JJ sees the two women getting up and judges their closeness to one another, then stands at the top of the ladder, and instead of going for the belt hanging just above her head, she dives off the top of it with a crossbody and takes out both women, along with herself!
Gould: A big move from JJ Allen right there, and I don't know if any of these women are alright now!
Torres: That's right Gould, miss Allen shows us exactly why she is the parkour princess, and the crowd is actually cheering her. It's about time that they learn to have a good taste in talent.
The three of them are all motionless on the floor, and Trent keeps yelling out encouragement to Katherine as they start to stir. JJ is first to her feet and she picks Jenny up, whipping her into the ring apron, and Jenny cracks her spine off of it. She yelps out in pain as JJ turns and looks at Katherine, who shoves her, then gets to her feet and lands a dropkick on the Parkour Princess. Katherine then rolls JJ into the ring, knocking the ladder over and it shuts as it falls down. She picks it up and looks a JJ who is starting to get up, running at her. JJ is quick thinking though, and she hops up, landing on the ladder for a boost, and jumping over Katherine. Katherine turns and JJ kicks the ladder into her, knocking her out of the ring as she drops the ladder. JJ turns around and holds her arms out, looking quite proud of herself and she turns right into an Enziguiri from Jenny Smith. Jenny runs to the corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle, jumping off and landing hard on JJ's gut with a senton and looks around at the cheering fans. She picks JJ up and kicks her a few times before setting up and locking JJ into the Black Widow submission hold!
Gould: There it is, Jim! She's got JJ in the Black Widow!
Torres: She sure does, and the most hellish thing about that is that JJ can't tap out to stop it, Jenny can hold it as long as she wants! It's a beautiful thing, a ladder match.
Jenny keeps the thing locked in, and there's nothing that JJ can do to fight it, even though she tries. The downside is that Jenny doesn't see Katherine getting into the ring and setting the ladder up right away. She finally does, and lets go of the hold as JJ rolls out of the ring to rest up, and Jenny climbs the ladder, a couple rungs behind Katherine. Katherine reaches up to try for the belt, but Jenny is up in time and throws a shot to Kat's gut. Kat lowers herself, and the two hit each other back and forth. Katherine grabs Jenny by the hair and finally slams her head down onto the top of the ladder. This causes Jenny to lose all sense of anything and she falls from the top of the ladder with a loud thud onto the mat, and the ladder tips, so Kat hops off so as to not fall as well. She grabs Jenny and pulls her to her feet, hitting her with a few Knee Lifts, then finishing her off with The End. JJ gets into the ring, but Kat tosses her over the top rope to the outside and picks the ladder back up, setting it up. She climbs to the top of it, unstrapping the belt and holding it high as the bell rings. Trent gets into the ring and helps her down, both of them highly excited.
Rebecca: The winner, and first ever Femme Fatale Champion..... Katherine Brock Brown!
Kat and Trent head up the ramp slowly as the crew starts to tear down the scaffolding and some crew members help Jenny and JJ to their feet and we cut back to the backstage area again.
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The scene opens up in some empty corridors of Beaver Stadium. “Madman” Joe Martinez comes walking around a corner and down the hallway towards the camera.
Voice: We need to talk Madman!
Madman keep walking down the corridor. Nightkrow steps from a side corridor behind Madman.
Nightkrow: MADMAN!
Madman stops and stands there with his back facing Nightkrow.
Nightkrow: Something big is coming... I have seen the clues all over. It will not be good for the NAW...
Madman shrugs his shoulders not caring.
Nightkrow: If you go with them, you will not last long. They will destroy your character... They will destroy who you really are... Ask yourself, Joe, how long...
Madman quickly turns around hastily walks towards Nightkrow. Nightkrow stands his ground not moving one inch. Madman gets nose to nose with Nightkrow. Close enough that Madman has white face paint on his nose now.
Madman: They'll destroy who I am, Nightkrow?! I'm the howling wind, the crashing thunder, and the falling rain. You don't control a roiling tidal wave, you can't destroy a whirlwind, you can't settle a rumbling earthquake. They can try to destroy the Madman, but you can't put reigns on mayhem. Who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do, Krow?
Bits of spittle and contempt fly from the Madman's mouth with the last word. Nightkrow smirks at Madman.
Nightkrow: That's the real question is it not, Madman?! I’m not here to tell you what you should do or shouldn’t do… I'm not here to judge... I'm just merely here to warn you. You have the heart, the determination and the desire to be one of the best. Do not let them hold you back... And you know they will... I just don’t want to see someone with your abilities to be dragged down…
Madman scowls at Nightkrow.
Madman: They gettin' a warning too?
Nightkrow: Their warning will not be a warning at all. It’s too late for them. They have already chosen to do what’s not right for this company… Our home…
Madman turns back around and walks away.
Nightkrow: Joe, do something right for your home... NAW is your home is it not?
Madman: 'preciate the advice but I ain't lookin' for a life guru Krow. I'm not a guy who's used to havin' a home. Guess we'll both have to find out just what I do...
Nightkrow turns to the other corridor and walks away. Madman walks the other way. The camera cuts out.
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Chaos Championship Mach
When we cut back to the arena, the crew is just finishing up taking the scaffolding down from the ladder match. They go about their work as "Gold Cobra" by Limp Bizkit hits the system. The crowd looks utterly confused, as do the commentators. The guitar intro plays on for a little bit.
Gould: This is new, wonder what's going on here, who is this?
Torres: I dunno, but I could get used to this jam, man. It's pretty sick.
Finally we see a gold Shelby Cobra pull out from beside the stage. It pulls off alongside the ramp and the crowd goes nuts as Sebastian Jankowski gets out of the driver's seat, sporting a whole new look. He's shaved now, and looks quite young, but great, sporting a Phoenix Suns jersey with the number 87 and his name on the back. He makes his way down the ramp, hip hop dancing, and high fiving some of the fans on his way.
Rebecca: The following match is an elimination match and is to crown the first ever Chaos Champion. Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski runs the rest of the way down the ramp and to the ring, sliding in. He hops to his feet and runs to each corner, jumping onto the second turnbuckle and doing a backflip off of each corner and landing perfectly on his feet, the crowd with a quick pop each time he does it. He waves to them and keeps himself pumped up as "Satellite" by Rise Against plays. The crowd is mixed, but with a lot of boos, and a couple pyros go off. Behind them, we see James Faulds, all revved up for the match. He stomps out onto the apron and holds his arms out for half a second, then quickly heads down the ramp, totally ignoring the fans, and focusing on the ring.
Rebecca: Introducing next, from Newcastle, United Kingdom... James Faulds!
Faulds stands at the bottom of the ramp, staring at Jankowski, who just stares back at him. Faulds climbs up onto the apron and gets into the ring, walking around inside, not taking his eyes off of Jankowski. The two continue to stare each other down, Higgins keeping the two of them apart as the music fades into the guitar intro to "Fight Fire With Fire" by Metallica. The crowd explodes as Nightkrow appears on the stage. He looks around and takes a deep breath of the fresh air on the outside and nods his head at the cheering crowd. He turns around, showing the crow outline on the back of his jacket, then turns back around and heads down the ramp, greeting a few fans on the way.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia.... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow smiles as he stops on his way down the ramp and lets out his usual "CAW!" which the crowd, as usual, reciprocates. He smiles as he gets into the ring, taking off his jacket and his newly marketed t-shirt and gets himself pumped for this. He hops up and down for a second and the bell rings. He and Jankowski look at one another and start to go after Faulds, who backs off and slides out of the ring. He stands there for a minute, trying to find a way not to get double teamed. Jankowski and Nightkrow look at each other, almost trying to silently get him into the ring, and at the last second, Jankowski just charges and dives over the top rope, taking Faulds out with a suicide dive. He picks Faulds up and rolls him into the ring, and Faulds hurries to his feet, hitting Nightkrow with a flurry of right hands. Jankowski slides into the ring, and Faulds, with great situational awareness, turns around quickly and throws a back elbow into the face of Jankowski.
Gould: Wow, even power in numbers isn't working well for Jankowski and Nightkrow.
Torres: Definitely not, Gould. Faulds wants this match, and it's definitely easy to tell.
Faulds turns back to Nightkrow, throwing another couple punches before whipping him into the ropes. Nightkrow comes back and makes himself solid, hitting Faulds with a shoulder block. Jankowski is up on the top rope, and the second that Faulds hits the mat, Jankowski comes off and hits a huge elbow drop to a big crowd pop. Jankowski gets to his feet and picks up Faulds, as he and Nightkrow take turns with right hands. Faulds ducks a right hand from Jankowski though, who winds up hitting Nightkrow. Faulds takes advantage of that, taking Jankowski down with a tackle, and getting up and quickly dropping Nightkrow with a dropkick. Faulds gets to his feet and starts stomping on Jankowski repeatedly. Jankowski rolls out of the ring and Faulds runs over to Nightkrow, who is getting to his feet, and hits him hard with a lariat. He goes for a cover on Nightkrow.
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Torres: Wow, that old chap should probably not hurt himself and just let the younger guy take him out.
Gould: Nightkrow is a vet, but he's not that old, Jim.
Nightkrow gets to his feet, ducking under a punch and getting behind Faulds, wrapping his arms around Faulds and connecting with a German Suplex. He gets to his feet and holds his arms out and the crowd cheers him on. He grabs Faulds and picks him up, hitting him with a headbutt, which knocks Faulds into the corner. Faulds leans there as Nightkrow backs up to the opposite corner, then runs across the ring and hits him with a stinger splash. Faulds stumbles out of the corner, and is hit with a bulldog from out of nowhere by Jankowski! Jankowski gets to his feet, and Nightkrow smiles and nods as Jankowski rolls Faulds over for a cover.
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Torres: That poor kid thought he could take Faulds out with that? You've got to be kidding me.
Gould: It was a good move, totally possible.
Jankowski picks up Faulds and whips him into the corner, then runs and jumps off the second rope, kicking Faulds right in the jaw with an Enziguiri. Faulds falls to a knee and Nightkrow runs over and knees him in the face. Faulds falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, holding his jaw in severe pain to much crowd applause. Jankowski and Nightkrow look at one another, and just shrug their shoulders, shaking hands before locking up. Nightkrow has the power advantage, and pushes Jankowski into the corner. He hits Jankowski with some knee lifts before pulling him out of the corner and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He picks Jankowski up and whips him into the ropes, and when Jankowski comes back, Nightkrow leans forward and sends him over his shoulder with a back body drop. He falls onto Jankowski, hooking a leg.
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Nightkrow gets up, ducking a lariat from Faulds. He turns around though, and is met with an elbow from Faulds. Faulds whips him into the corner and runs at him, hitting him with a boot to the chin. Nightkrow falls to the mat, grasping his jaw, and Jankowski gets to his feet, connecting with a belly to back suplex on Faulds. Jankowski runs over to the ropes, springboarding off and hitting a moonsault, covering and hooking a leg.
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Gould: That was a three! He got it!
Torres: Nope, he barely missed, you gotta trust the count, buddy.
Jankowski looks completely shocked at the last second shoulder up, and he looks over at Eddie Higgins, who holds up two fingers and shakes his head. Jankowski grabs the sides of his head, looking at Faulds, then he grabs Faulds on either side of his head, slamming the head into the mat repeatedly. He gets up and stomps ruthlessly on Faulds, then picks him up and whips him hard into the ropes, with enough power to actually send Faulds over the top rope. Faulds falls to the apron though, but Jankowski charges at him and dives over the top rope, spearing Faulds at the upper chest and neck as they both fall out onto the floor, flat and motionless. Nightkrow looks completely shocked, and Faulds holds his throat, looking like something might be wrong there.
Gould: As good of a dive as that was, these guys need to not go so hard on themselves. They might be hurt now.
Torres: You're talking about two guys who took a big dive off the stage at the last show. I'm sure they're fine.
Jankowski gets up first, and Faulds rolls and gets onto one knee. Jankowski runs at him and kicks him in the chest, and Faulds falls back. He leans Faulds onto the ring stairs, and runs to the guardrail, jumping off the top and doing a backflip, looking for a moonsault onto the stairs, but Faulds moves, and Jankowski hits nothing but steel! Jankowski rolls down the stairs and onto the floor, kicking around in pain as Faulds gets to his feet. He slides into the ring and spears Nightkrow, hitting him with a bunch of right hands and picking him up to toss him out of the ring, right into Jankowski, who is still looking out of breath. Faulds slides out, slamming Jankowski's face into the ring apron and rolling him in, sliding in behind him. He quickly connects with The End of Your Days, and covers Jankowski, hooking the leg.
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THREE! And Nightkrow breaks the pin up just too late to save Jankowski.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, Sebastian Jankowski has been eliminated from the match!
Jankowski rolls out of the ring, pounding the ring apron. Lansing tries to guide him away from the ring and he shoves Lansing, heading up the ramp himself, shaking his head all the way back to the stage. He looks at the car, and heaves a heavy sigh, and we focus back on the action inside the ring. Nightkrow is really laying into Faulds now, with repeated right hands that could make Mike Tyson blush. He picks Faulds up and whips him into the corner, running and hitting him hard with a shoulder block, staying there, and slamming into him repeatedly with his shoulder. Faulds pounds on Nightkrow's back a few times, and Nightkrow takes a few steps back. Faulds goes for a hard right hand, but Nightkrow ducks it, turning it into a flapjack! He gets to his feet and lets out a very loud and energetic "CAAAW!" and the crowd responds positively. He locks in the Talon's Grip, and Faulds fights it for well over a minute, but eventually gives in and is forced to tap out. Nightkrow lets it go and holds his arms high in the air, as "Fight Fire with Fire" plays loudly, and the crowd erupts for him.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, and first ever NAW Chaos Champion.... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow is handed the belt, and he looks at it with the biggest of smiles on his face as he gets out of the ring, holding the belt high in the air, a huge smile on his face.
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The camera shows a dressing room where “The Puppet Master” David Fraggle is looking right at a camera while Judas Fraggle is sitting on the floor looking at a teddy bear.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: Tonight we finish Vice Squad off forever.
Judas Fraggle: I’m looking forward to this but I need to talk to you about something.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What do you mean by you need to talk to me about something?
Judas Fraggle: I came back for one thing and that’s revenge over those who embarrassed me.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: Oh yeah? How are you going to get revenge over them?
Judas Fraggle: By telling you a secret.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What secret is that?
Judas Fraggle: Do you know what my bear represents? It represents the fact that while you’ve been playing dress up as a little girl with a clown I’ve been out there collecting minions for my army.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What army?
Judas Fraggle: The army that I’ve got, that’s right I said it, I’ve got an army. The reason why I came back looking for you is because I want you to join it.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What kind of army do you have?
Judas Fraggle: I’ve got the biggest threat that Alex Morgan has ever seen, all that you’ve got to do is let me get my hands on him and his security.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What do you plan on doing to them when you get your hands on them?
Judas Fraggle: All that you need to know is I promise the entire world that it’s going to be a moment that NAW never forgets.
Scene fades with Judas Fraggle laughing.
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Hughes/Phoenix vs Latin Kings
When we come back to the stadium, the lights are now turned on as the sky is starting to grow dark. They suddenly black out though, and we hear the familiar voice saying "Who you tryna get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco???" The lights flash back on when the bass to "Insane in the Brain" by Cypress Hill hits, and the Latin Kings appear on the stage to a mixed reaction. They start down the ramp and hold their arms out, the crowd starting to boo them after a little bit of arrogance. Marco Uribe starts to yell at the fans in Spanish, but Diego goes to him and gets him to calm down.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from El Paso, Texas... Marco Uribe and Diego Martinez.... The Latin Kings!
Marco slides into the ring and Diego goes up the stairs, looking out at the fans as he takes off his sunglasses. Marco runs over to a corner, hopping onto the second rope and holding his hands out and throws up a sign with his hands.
Torres: Is that some sort of gang sign or something? These guys should be fined!
Gould: Do you even know what it meant?
Marco hops down and they take off their bandanas, tossing them off to the fans, and awaiting the arrival of the opposition. It takes quite a few seconds, but we hear the shotgun blast through the stadium, and after a second or two, "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits, and the crowd cheers with a couple of boos from a few haters. Gunner Hughes appears on the stage, holding his arms up. He takes a few steps down the ramp, and Marco looks pumped and ready to go. Gunner stops about halfway down the ramp when "Metal Health" by Emphatic hits. The crowd immediately erupts in boos, and Tyson Phoenix comes out onto the stage, looking like his arrogant rockstar self. He has the whole look. The shades, the grin, the clothes. He poses on the stage, and the crowd just gets louder. He shakes his head and starts on his way down the ramp, meeting up with Gunner about halfway.
Rebecca: And the opponents.... Gunner Hughes, and "The Rockstar" Tyson Phoenix!
They both look at each other and start down the ramp, climbing up onto the apron. Phoenix hops over the top rope and into the ring, holding Gunner back and saying that he's going to start, and Diego Martinez also gets out of the ring and onto the apron. Lansing calls for the bell, and Phoenix charges, hitting Marco with a huge tackle and laying into him with right hands. Diego hurries into the ring, and is stopped by Lansing. Phoenix starts to choke Marco then, until Diego points it out and Lansing turns back right after Phoenix stops. Phoenix picks up Marco and whips him into the corner with Hughes, running over and kicking him hard with an Enziguiri. He grins as he picks Marco up and drops him with a DDT, then he picks him up and plants him with another one. He covers Marco and hooks the leg.
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Torres: Wow, with the lack of effort that Marco is putting in here, I'm honestly surprised that he got out of that pin.
Phoenix goes after the legs of Marco, but Marco kicks him in the chest, and he stumbles back into the corner. This gives Marco a second to spare, and he hops up and tags in Diego quick, Phoenix tagging in Gunner. Diego and Gunner charge, Diego ducking a huge right hand, but coming back and getting hit with a shoulder block. Gunner gets up and stomps on Diego a few times, then picks him up and whips him into the corner. He walks over and hits Diego in the chest with some knife edge chops, then pulls him out of the corner, connecting with a vertical Suplex. He picks Diego up and connects with another then. He goes to picks Diego up, but Diego shoves him and kicks him in the midsection. He kicks again, and again, then throws an elbow into the spine of Gunner, then a knee to the face, putting the big man down on a knee. He takes a step or two back, then kicks Gunner in the chest repeatedly, runs at him and knees him in the head to take him down to the mat.
Gould: And the Latin Kings showing a bit of offence now, actually getting them into this match.
Diego runs to his corner, waiting, as Gunner rolls onto his front. He goes for a punt to the head of Gunner, but Gunner moves quickly, and Diego totally whiffs it, clumsily falling. Gunner gets to his feet quickly and grabs Diego by the head, hitting him with a huge right hand, square in the face. He whips Diego into the ropes, and Diego stops himself at the ropes, but Phoenix kicks Diego in the spine, and Diego falls over, reaching for the spot that he just took a shot to. Gunner shakes his head at Phoenix, and picks Diego up, carrying him to the middle of the ring and hitting him hard with an uppercut, flattening him. He picks Diego up again and lands a delayed vertical suplex after letting some blood flow to the head of Diego, and he rolls onto Diego and covers him.
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Gunner looks shocked at the kickout, and looks over at Lansing, then back at Diego before landing a bunch of right hands. Gunner picks Diego up and whips him into the ropes, and when Diego comes running back, he hits him with his patented Buckshot! Gunner takes a step back to admire that, when Phoenix slaps him on the back to tag himself in, and he covers Diego.
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Phoenix runs over to Gunner, holding Gunner's arm up as "Metal Health" hits. Gunner looks unimpressed with Phoenix stealing the victory, and Phoenix looks confused that Gunner isn't all smiles about it.
Rebecca: Here are your winners..... Tyson Phoenix, and Gunner Hughes!
Gunner shakes his head and gets out of the ring, leading the way as Phoenix follows, still celebrating his victory as the Latin Kings sit in the center of the ring, talking about what just happened.
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We see Alex Morgan's office for the night again, and we hear a knock on the door. Before Alex can respond, Robert Martin and Isaac Bloom walk in.
Morgan: Can I help you gentlemen?
Martin: Alex, we have to discuss this predicament some more. I still don't think that you are aware of the severity of it. Virgil Keenan has been on his way out of here for some time now, and his contractual obligations end tonight. It doesn't worry you that he might try to leave with the championship?
Morgan: I don't think you understand, Robert. It does worry me, it worries me a lot. But the fact of the matter is, if he wins, he wins. There is absolutely nothing that I can do to change that, and still have a clear conscience. I can't just screw a guy over like that, especially someone with the talent of Virgil Keenan. I'll just have to hope that Jordan Keyser can win, clearly.
Martin: If you actually think that you can just bank on one of your guys winning with you not making an impact on it, you might be a lot more naive than you look, and you look incredibly naive. Please, Alex. For the good of your company, please think about what I've been telling you all night. I'm sure that you'll make the right decision.
Martin and Bloom leave, and Alex stares at the door for several seconds, clearly in deep thought, as we cut back to the stadium.
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When we cut back to the stadium, we the lights cut out, and the arena is almost, but not quite, totally dark. A red light flashes and sirens blare, and after a few seconds, the Miami Vice theme plays, and the crowd erupts in cheers. It plays for quite a while before the guys are seen on the stage, looking flashy as usual. They put their backs together and do the regular buddy cop pose for all the cheesy movie posters, as fans take pictures of them.
Gould: Well here are some faces we haven't seen for a while. The smiling faces of the Vice Squad!
Lance and Hank each take a side of the stage, slapping hands with the fans all the way down the ramp as they slide into the ring. They don't get to do anything though before being interrupted by "Storytime" by Nightwish. A chorus of boos can be heard as Judas and David Fraggle appear on the stage.
Rebecca: The following match is a loser leaves NAW match and is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring are Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter... The Vice Squad!
The crowd cheers and the Fraggles head down the ramp, as Hank and Lance get ready to go.
Rebecca: And their opponents.... Judas and David Fraggle.... The V-List Circus!
The Fraggles slide into the ring, their belts in front of them. They get to their feet and start to beat down the Vice Squad, Judas taking Lance out and David taking Hank. Judas picks Lance up and drops his spine onto his knee with a backbreaker, then does the same thing repeatedly, as David Fraggle whips Hank into the ropes, and comes after him, taking Hank and himself out of the ring with a lariat. Lansing calls for the bell, which makes the match official.
Gould: I don't think he should have called for the bell yet, seems like he should have checked on the Vice Squad first.
Judas continues his utter domination of Lance in harsh fashion, landing several huge slams, drops, and attacks on him. He whips him to the ropes and hits him with a clothesline that has Lance doing a complete mid air backflip, landing on his face, and he picks him up to continue the attack. He punches him repeatedly with right hands, forcing him back into the corner, and backs up, hitting him with a huge corner splash that just about squishes Carter. He backs up and does the same thing again, the crowd erupting in boos. Judas pulls Carter into the center of the ring and slams him to the mat with the patented finisher, Fraggle's Flock! Before putting a foot on the chest of Carter to cover him. David Fraggle on the outside jams a knee into the spine of a downed Hank Sharpe, and forces him to watch his partner be pinned.
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The crowd erupts in boos as Judas gets to his feet, and "Storytime" hits on the PA again. Judas looks down at the apparently unconscious Lance Carter as David Fraggle slams Hank's face into the ramp and heads down the ramp, grabbing a table from under the ring and sliding it in. They set it up as their music fades out, and Judas hits another Fraggle's Flock through the table, then both men pick up their belts and leave the ring as the doctors and medics hurry down the ramp to attend to the losing team.
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We cut to the backstage area, back to Jordan Keyser's dressing room. Jordan sits on a small couch on one side of the room in full wrestling attire. He's leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees, staring at a Heatwave Poster on the wall. He seems intently focused, obviously trying to get himself in the zone for his match. Suddenly, without so much as a warning knock on the wall, Tyson Phoenix bursts into the room. He's wearing flip flops, khaki cargo shorts, and an incredibly obnoxious lime green golf polo. He plops himself down on a recliner sitting opposite Jordan, a huge grin pasted across his face. Jordan raises an eyebrow and throws Tyson an irritated glance, but says nothing.
Phoenix: So...big match tonight, huh?
Jordan levels a stare at the intruder.
Keyser: Not so big. What do you have against knocking? Afraid you'll skin your knuckles?
Tyson chuckles, looking genuinely amused.
Phoenix: Hell no, man. Who needs to knock? I knew you'd be in here, and I wanted to talk. Seems pretty simple to me.
Jordan lets out a sigh.
Keyser: Yes, I suppose it is. So, to what do I owe the, um, pleasure this time?
Phoenix: Have you given our last conversation some thought? Shit's gonna hit the fan tonight, and I figured you'd want to make sure you came out smelling like roses. You know...instead of shit.
Jordan nods slowly, still holding Tyson's gaze.
Keyser: Tyson, stay clear of the title match tonight. Regardless of what I decide to do, I certainly don't need help with Virgil Keenan, and if you cost me that match, they'll be feeding you through an IV for the next six months.
Tyson starts to say something, and from the grin on his face, it'll be some smartass comment. Jordan cuts him off.
Keyser: This isn't a joke, Tyson. Virgil Keenan and his title belt belong to me. Nobody else, and I mean Nobody, gets a shot at him tonight but me. Once I'm done with him, you can have what's left, but I won't tolerate interference in this match tonight. You know as well as I do, there's too much at stake, for both of us, to waste this opportunity.
Tyson stares at Jordan for a minute, then a look of realization dawns on his face.
Phoenix: Wait...for both of us...so does that mean you're in?
Now it's Jordan's turn to chuckle.
Keyser: There was never any doubt, Tyson. An opportunity to dominate this fed, to bring Alex Morgan and the rest of the NAW to it's knees? I'll take that offer ten times out of ten. So yes, I'm in.
Tyson seems almost giddy as he leans forward, barely able to contain himself.
Phoenix: Well this is fantastic. Do you realize what we're going to be able to accomplish? You, me, Gunner...and there's one more that I think will fit nicely into this. Jordan, we are going to tear this place down, and rebuild it in OUR image. Starting, of course, with the NAW title. Why, in just a couple months, we could have every single title in this fed! It all starts with you, tonight.
Jordan gives Tyson another look of warning.
Keyser: Tyson, I won't say it again. You keep yourself, and the rest of this group, out of the title match. I'll handle Keenan, but I'll rip the head off anyone that tries to interfere, for either side. Is that clear?
Tyson nods, still grinning from ear to ear.
Phoenix: Sure, sure, whatever you say big guy. No interference. Don't worry, it'll all be handled. I'll take care of everything. You just focus on the match at hand.
Tyson gets to his feet, still muttering to himself as he walks out the door. As the door closes, we're almost certain he says something about "getting a cupcake", but with Tyson, who the hell knows what that means? Jordan stares at the closed door, lost in thought. The camera zooms in as Jordan speaks softly.
Keyser: Be careful, Tyson. Build a fire too big, too quick, and someone is bound to get burned...
With that, we cut back to the arena.
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Brown vs Sparkman vs Martinez
The crowd comes alive when we show the outer view of the stadium, the parking lot almost full, the stadium lights on full blast, and the camera pans to in the stadium where we have 50,000 screaming fans. These cheers to turn into a slight change as some boos fill the stadium as a drum solo starts. It continues to beat, some of the crowd getting into it. Finally, more instruments come into the mix, and we see our first glimpse of the newlyweds, Trent Brown, and his beautiful wife Katherine. They stand on the stage, hand in hand, and start on their way down the ramp, a few fans whistling at Katherine as they walk down. Trent just shakes his head as she goes to his corner and he walks up the ring stairs.
Rebecca: The following is a Triple Threat Match and is for the "Southern" Television Championship! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland....being accompanied to the ring by Katherine.... Trent Brown!
Trent pounds his chest a few times as he heads to his corner, and before he can even ready hinself, his music cuts suddenly to make way for the opening of "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus. The riff opens up as the spotlights turn red and flash all over the place. The fans are going wild as the fast riff continues, and they can be seen headbanging. The lyrics begin and the lights come back to normal, and we see Joe Martinez standing atop the stage, wearing his NAW marketed t-shirt and his camo shorts. He stares down the ramp into the ring at Trent, who gives him the "bring it on" beckoning.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Aztec, New Mexico... The Madman... Joe Martinez!
Martinez starts his way down the ramp, high fiving a few of the fans who are still rocking out to the wild rock music playing, a few fans even get caught on camera jamming to a wicked air guitar. The Madman points them out and even does a little jamming himself. The music cuts before he even makes it to the ring though, and he's interrupted by Patrick Sparkman. Madman rolls into the ring and waits impatiently, Trent right next to him. Sparkman appears on the stage to the tune of "Everybody's Dixie" and he smiles as he points to the title belt wrapped around his waist. Trent gives him the beckoning again, and he just shakes his head, mouthing the words "You don't deserve this."
Rebecca: And their opponent....he is the "Southern" Television Champion... The Southern Gentleman.... Patrick Sparkman!
The crowd boos loudly as Sparkman comes to the ring with a no nonsense attitude. He takes the belt off gently as he gets to the base of the ramp and gives it to a crew member after taking a very close look at the guy. He takes off the rest of his gear and then slides into the ring, being sure to be on the opposite side of the ring from Brown and Martinez. Trent goes in quickly for an attack, but the ref holds him back, which gives the Madman an opening and he tackles the champ. The bell rings as the madness begins, and Martinez keeps throwing some wicked stomps to the downed champ, and it doesn't take long at all before Trent is joining in on the fun as both men alternate stomps on Sparkman, who wastes no time all realizing he's at a disadvantage and rolling out of the ring.
Gould: Oh, come on. He's already taking a breather? The match has been on for like a second.
Torres: You're kidding, right? Those two neanderthols totally ambushed the only civilized guy in the match, and you have the gall to criticize him for staying alive?
Sparkman leans on the guardrail, prompting a few fans to get in close to him in an attempt to be seen by the cameras, and he gets away from them as quickly as possible, wiping his chest off as though they were getting him dirty or something of the sort. He shakes his head as he looks back at the guys in the ring, and they share a staredown of sorts as he heads around to another side of the ring and hops up onto the apron. Martinez runs in at him, and he ducks, pulling a rope down, which comes back to hit Martinez in the throat. As Martinez backs up, Trent realizes something and rolls Martinez up.
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Sparkman comes in to break up the pin.
Gould: Genius on the part of Brown there, realizing that he could cover Martinez to get the belt, Sparkman can do all the waiting he wanted!
Trent attacks Sparkman now with some vicious right hands. He whips Sparkman into the ropes, and Martinez is to his feet and hits Sparkman with a wicked Clothesline. He turns though and is hit with an uppercut from Trent. This knocks him back a few steps, and he comes back with a right hand, and Trent hits him with a right hand. The two exchange blows until Sparkman is to his feet and hits both men with a double clothesline. He goes to cover Martinez, but the Madman kicks out right away. Sparkman grabs a handful of his hair and whips him into the corner, then grabs Trent and whips him into the same corner, and the guys collide and both go down to the mat. He grabs Martinez and whips him into the ropes, leaning forward, and when Martinez comes back, Sparkman lifts him and drops him with a back body drop and holds his arms out before landing an elbow drop. Trent comes at Sparkman and he sends Trent to the mat with an arm drag, and when Trent gets up, Sparkman hits a Clothesline that causes Trent to spill out over the top rope and onto the floor.
Gould: And now Sparkman taking control of the match.
Torres: That's right. Great presence here by the champ, showing us exactly why he's the champ.
Sparkman picks up Martinez and then tosses him over the top rope to the outside onto Trent as Trent is getting to his feet, and both men go down to the floor again. Sparkman stands in the ring, admiring his handiwork. He slides out of the ring and grabs Trent by the hair, tossing him into guardrail. He picks Trent up again and plants him on the ground outside with a DDT, then turns to where Madman is and is kicked in the midsection with force. Martinez rolls him into the ring and slides in behind him, whipping Sparkman into the ropes and running, when the two meet again, Martinez hits him hard with a huge shoulder block. Martinez then crawls over and covers.
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Kickout!
Gould: Not quite enough for the Madman to take the victory yet.
Martinez grabs Sparkman by the hair now and pulls him to his feet, looking around at the cheering fans and he gets a gleam in his eye before sending Sparkman to the mat with a huge headbutt. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a running leg drop. He then picks up Sparkman again, whipping him into the corner, then runs and turns around, hitting and squishing Sparkman into the corner with his back and behind. He then grabs Sparkman by wrapping his arm around Sparkman's neck and runs to the center of the ring with a bulldog. He then lays several blows to the face of Sparkman before smiling as he slides out of the ring, where he is met with a clothesline from Trent. Trent slides into the ring then and grabs Sparkman, who shoves him. Trent runs and hits Sparkman with a running elbow, and Sparkman drops to the mat, holding his jaw. When Trent turns around, he is met with a shot to the head by a chair that Martinez has.
Torres: What is he doing? This isn't a hardcore match!
Gould: But it is a triple threat match, which means that he can't be disqualified for it.
Martinez drops the chair and grabs Sparkman by his hair, pulling him where the chair is and shoving Sparkman's head into the fold of his arm. He looks around asking the crowd if they want it, and the crowd pops very loudly for him before he plants Sparkman into the chair, face first, with a huge DDT, and the crowd explodes. Martinez rolls Sparkman over onto his back and hooks the leg, knowing that the win is inevitable.
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THRE--Trent with the save!
Martinez gets to his feet and stares Trent down as Sparkman rolls off to the side of the ring. Trent kicks the chair to the side and it slides out of the ring, and the two men circle around the ring, waiting for the other to make the move. They finally lock up and Trent starts to push Martinez back, but Martinez pushes and he starts to push Trent back. They end up with a stalemate in the center of the ring and both of them let go. They do it again, but this time Martinez shoves Trent into the corner in a hurry, then he puts hands on the middle rope and shoves shoulder after shoulder into Trent's midsection. Trent is able to throw a huge punch to the spine of the Madman though, and it knocks Martinez down to one knee. Trent shoves a knee in Martinez's face, and he falls back onto his back. Trent then starts to throw some stomps to the chest of the Madman, and he holds onto the top rope to keep his balance with all the force he's putting behind it. Martinez rolls out of the ring to get away from it, and Trent grins, knowing the ball is in his court right now.
Gould: Trent with some huge moves right there, and now it looks like he might mean business here tonight.
Torres: What you don't quite get, Gould, is that when you have a title match, it doesn't matter which title you're fighting for, you always need to mean business in that ring. Title reigns are huge, it doesn't matter if it's a world title or a TV title.
Trent beckons for Martinez to get back into the ring, and Martinez feels around on his ribs to see if anything is actually damaged. Martinez climbs onto the apron and Trent takes a step back to show that he is ready for Martinez to get in, when he is hit in the back of the head with a double fist from Sparkman, which levels him. Sparkman then looks at Martinez, who holds his hands up, saying that he has nothing up his sleeve. Sparkman kicks Trent in the ribs to roll him over, and when he looks down, Trent doesn't move, and Martinez gets into the ring, moving over to a far corner. Sparkman gets on one knee and lays into Trent with several right hands, and is finally kicked in the spine by Martinez. Martinez picks Sparkman up and tosses him over the top rope and turns around, but Sparkman catches himself and lands on the apron, gets to his feet and reverse guillotines Martinez on the top rope, which catapults him back and he falls forward from the force.
Sparkman slides into the ring then and lifts Trent to his feet, hitting him with a few right hands before bending him over and sticking Trent's head between his legs. He holds an arm up and drops Trent with a piledriver! A few of the fans pop very loudly, and it can be heard well, despite the massive amount of booing fans. When Sparkman gets up though, he is tripped by Martinez, who grabs his arm and attempts to lock in the Grinning Crippler! Madman lets go when Sparkman won't tap out, and he tosses him out of the ring, and Sparkman starts to spit repeatedly to get the taste out of his mouth. He gets back into the ring and Martinez stomps on him repeatedly before he can get back up. He picks Sparkman up, and whips him into the corner, and sees Trent starting to get back up. He whips Trent into the same corner, then runs and hits a corner splash, squishing them both into the corner. He locks in the Grinning Crippler on Trent now, and Trent fights it for almost a minute before he taps out.
Rebecca: Your winner, and new Television Champion.... Joe Martinez!
Martinez gets to his feet before being kicked in the midsection by Sparkman, and hit with a Piledriver from the angry southerner. He kicks Madman in the ribs a few times before HIggins tells him to back off, which he does, getting out of the ring and leaving as "Everybody's Dixie" plays and he makes his way up the ramp.
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We cut back to the corridor just behind the curtain to the stage and see Alex Morgan walking toward the curtain. He is stopped by Robert Martin.
Martin: So you're gonna do it?
Morgan: I'm doing what is best for North Atlantic Wrestling, without being selfish. I'm watching this match from ringside. Why not have the best seat in the house for the biggest match of the last couple months. Now if you don't mind, I have a match to watch.
Morgan walks out toward the curtain as "Tom Sawyer" hits.
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We see Morgan walk out from behind the curtain, smiling and nodding to the fans as he makes his way down the ramp. He greets a few fans before taking a lap halfway around the ring and taking a seat at the commentary table, right next to the timekeeper. He nods to the timekeeper and puts on a headset.
Morgan: Hello, fellas, how we doing tonight?
Gould: We're doing great boss. Nice to see you out here for the main event.
Morgan: Like I was just telling Mr. Martin a second ago back there, why not have the best seat in the house for this match?
The two share a chuckle and Gould agrees. Suddenly, we hear "King of Kings" by Motorhead begin to play. The crowd immediately starts to boo, and it just keeps getting louder. It plays for a little while before a pyro goes off. When the smoke clears, Jordan Keyser is seen on the stage, that arrogant smirk ever apparent. He waves to the fans who boo him even louder now, as he starts to make his way down the overly long ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the North Atlantic Wrestling Championship! Introducing first, from Neuces County, Texas, he is the challenger... The Executioner..... Jordan Keyser!
Jordan holds his arms out as he finishes his trek down to the ring, as though absorbing a huge applause, although it is nothing but booing the entire time. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring after wiping his feet and goes to his corner, still greeting the audience with a great deal of arrogance as "Yonkers" by Tyler, The Creator plays and some of the fans boo, while a majority of them go absolutely nuts.
Gould: Here we go! This is a theme song that we haven't heard in over a month, as Virgil hasn't been around much lately, but he's here tonight, and we're ready for action!
Virgil appears on the stage, the crowd going nuts as he holds up his NAW Championship belt. He smirks as he puts it over his shoulder, and makes his way down the ramp slowly and it appears to be a complete competition in arrogance between the two men as Virgil starts a slow strut down the ramp.
Rebecca: And the champion, from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada..... He is the NAW Champion...... VIRGIL KEENAN!
Virgil holds the belt up again as he hits the bottom of the ramp, and he runs the rest of the way, sliding into the ring as he tosses the belt into the ring in front of him. He gets to his feet and grabs the belt, running to a corner and jumping up onto the turnbuckle, holding the belt up and absorbing the applause that actually does exist for him. He hands the belt off to senior official Eddie Higgins, and Eddie hands it off to the timekeeper. The two men stare each other down from opposite corners for a while as the suspense begins to build on the crowd.
Gould: God, i can't wait for this match, these two men are the best that the business has to offer at the moment, and they're meeting now, at NAW Heatwave. This is incredible.
Torres: Yes, Gould. These two men are like complete superheroes or whatever...
The two continue to bicker as the bell rings, and both men inside the ring lock up. This ends in a stalemate, and they lock up again. This time Virgil sends Jordan to the mat with an arm drag, and Jordan gets up, hitting Virgil with a lariat. Virgil is quick to respond, taking Jordan down with a tackle and unloading on him with right hands. Jordan shoves Virgil off of him, and the two get back to their feet, with Jordan going for a huge lariat but Virgil ducking. Jordan runs to the ropes and comes off, and is met with a Dropkick from Virgil. He rolls and gets to his feet quickly, running at Virgil and this time railing him with a huge running knee that puts Virgil down on the mat. He stomps on Virgil several times while the champion struggles to get to his feet, and when he does, he catches Jordan's leg, dropping to his back and pulling the leg, causing Jordan to come full over him and land on his face. Virgil holds onto the leg as he gets up and locks in a single legged Boston Crab. Jordan reaches out vigorously, trying to reach the ropes, but they're just out of reach for him. He holds on for a few more seconds before trying again, this time able to crawl to the ropes and reach it, and Higgins gets almost to five on the count before Virgil lets go of Jordan's leg.
Gould: Wow this match is intense. These guys are giving it everything that they've got for this crowd tonight!
Torres: Of course, Gould! These guys are the best this company has to offer at the moment, so sure they're going to put on a show, think about it!
Jordan pulls himself to his feet and the two close in, this time instead of locking up, Jordan hits Virgil with a right hand, then whips him into the ropes. Virgil comes back and Jordan steels himself up, Virgil running into him going for a shoulder block, but Jordan grabs his arm and drops Virgil to the mat and locks in an armbar, digging his knee into Virgil's spine as he bends the arm backward. Virgil realizes he's in trouble, and he quickly scrambles to get to the ropes before Jordan can get the hold locked in too tight for him to move, and he is successful when he does so. He gets to his feet and headbutts Jordan, who comes back at him with a kick to the gut and a DDT. Jordan then covers Virgil.
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Jordan picks Virgil up and whips him into the corner, then runs and hits a running big boot that levels Virgil to the mat. He stomps Virgil's chest very hard once, then kneels down and starts to send right hand after right hand to the face of Virgil. He picks Virgil up and whips him to the ropes, and Virgil comes back, this time hitting a Swinging Neckbreaker to Jordan. Virgil, with the upperhand now, manages to lock in a boston crab, but Jordan is able to whip his legs out and send Virgil to the mat with a midair front flip. Jordan gets to his feet and stomps on Virgil a couple times and then locks in a Boston Crab. Virgil fights it though, and is able to get Jordan off of him. Jordan gets to his feet and stomps on Virgil again for good measure before picking him up. He whips Virgil into the ropes, and Virgil comes back with a diving crossbody, hooking both legs and covering.
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Gould: A great attempt a cover there, but not quite enough.
Morgan: Definitely. Both of these men are incredible competitors though, and it's looking like a brilliant match so far.
Virgil picks Jordan up and knees him in the gut, then plants him to the mat with a DDT before getting up with that arrogant smirk. He picks Jordan up again, whipping him into the ropes, hitting a flurry of different backbreakers, hits patented Backblitz! After the combo, Jordan is seen laying flat on the mat, appearing motionless and broken. Virgil looks like he's ready to go for a cover, but instead chooses to pick Jordan up again, which turns out to be a mistake as Jordan is able to throw a right hand and punch him square in the jaw. He throws another which causes Virgil to step back. Jordan connects with a vertical suplex, then hops to his feet and lands an elbow drop. He picks Virgil up, and Virgil tosses him over the top rope, with Jordan spilling out onto the floor. Jordan gets up slowly, and the crowd is riles up as we see Patrick Sparkman sprinting to the ring, and sliding in. Virgil stomps on him a bunch, and Patrick is able to get no offence in.
Morgan: What's going on here, why is Sparkman out here?
Morgan stands up and takes off his headset, and we see Sebastian Jankowski come out to the ring now, picking Sparkman up and tossing him to the outside, and bumping Jordan, looking accidental, but it clearly is a little bit harder than an accident. He looks down at Jordan and grins, then turns around and is met with a right hand from Tyson Phoenix. Phoenix tosses him to the outside, and we see Nightkrow running down the ramp as well, dropping his new Chaos championship and sliding into the ring, hitting Tyson with a flurry of right hands before dumping him over the top rope. Virgil looks absolutely astonished, yelling at everyone to leave the ring, but the brawling continues as Gunner is seen heading down the ramp now. He watches the brawl on the outside and see Jankowski and Nightkrow holding their own against Phoenix and Sparkman. Virgil tosses Jordan out into the madness, and he sees Gunner watching the match. He stares at Gunner, and it proves enough of a distraction to cause Jordan to hit the Perfect Execution when Virgil turns back to Jordan, and he covers.
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Gunner smiles as Jordan holds his arms high, but no music plays as the brawl continues on the outside, with Alex Morgan just watching the madness ensue in complete shock. Nightkrow sees Gunner and looks to reach out to shake his hand, mouthing a question about if Tyson had corrupted him yet. Gunner just stares, and Nightkrow reaches out to shake his hand for a truce. Gunner grabs the hand, and pulls Nightkrow toward him, knocking him out with a huge clothesline. Jankowski looks shocked as Gunner runs at him and lands a huge lariat on him which flattens him as well. Tyson, Gunner, and Sparkman get into the ring to help Jordan celebrate as he gets the belt handed to him, and he looks at it, then the three guys. He smiles as he looks back and forth before suddenly hitting Sparkman in the face with the belt. He can be heard yelling at Sparkman about the interference, and security finally comes out to keep everyone separated and escort them away from the ring as we cut to black.
Pre-Show matches are written from the perspective of Malcolm Gould, and do not have commentary and are not televised. They are instead transcribed and put onto Malcolm's blog attached to the NAW website.
We started our first match, Slick Willy Seaman taking on our very own Marty Domingo, and boy these guys were fun to watch. If this set the tone for the evening, then we were not at all in for a sad or disappointing show.
The match started off very quick paced, with Domingo getting the upper hand. He kept up with takedowns to keep Willy off his feet, and it lasted for a minute or two. He went for a cover, but Willy wouldn't allow it. Willy eventually hit him with a headbutt, which forced Marty to back off, and hurries to his feet. He hits Marty with a Lariat, then runs to the ropes, climbing to the top and turning around quickly. As Marty slowly gets up, Willy comes off the top turnbuckle and hits a missile Dropkick, and he hurries to his feet, taunting some of the fans who showed up early, and they boo him loudly.
The beatdown becomes very one-sided, and Willy completely takes over. He keeps Marty on the mat with repeated stomps, and I think he might have broken or bruised a few ribs there with the violent stomps. He picks Marty up, then sends him to the mat in a sitting postiion with a snapmare, then he runs to the ropes, comes back and hops over Marty, comes back again and plants his knee into the face of Marty Domingo with a Shining Wizard, and he covers! He picks up the three count, and this match is over.
Winnner via pinfall at 2:28, Slick Willy Seaman
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(Off-Camera)
What It Comes Down To
Alex Morgan and Robert Martin are seen sitting in Alex Morgan's office at Headquarters, just two short days before Heatwave, NAW's first ever June Pay-Per-View Event. Morgan has his hands crossed and is leaning his head on them, while Robert Martin is pacing around the office.
Morgan: So he says he got bored. Are my shows really that boring, Robert? And don't lie to me. I need to know if I'm doing a bad job of running this place. There are some times more often than not that I contemplate just shutting the entire thing down. But I don't want to leave these guys unemployed.
Martin: Well, if it's that big of a deal, I know that these guys could easily find work elsewhere. Even while they're signed here I'm sure that they could find a better place if you were doing that bad of a job.
Morgan nods.
Morgan: Virgil Keenan has already signed a contract with another promotion. Underground X.
Martin looks almost surprised at the revalation from Morgan.
Martin: Is he leaving NAW?
Morgan: I don't know, but I do know that negotiations for re-signing his contract here aren't going well. He wanted a short term contract, and I wanted him, so I wasn't going to lock him into something that he didn't want.
Martin: That's an excellent point. He's definitely a hell of a superstar. But how good is it going to make your promotion look if he does pick up the win tonight and hauls that championship belt around with him, parading it around to every company and promotion he can get signed to?
Morgan heaves a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair, leaning back in his chair.
Morgan: Yeah, that's always an embarrassment to a promotion when a guy does that. Like a new championship can always be made, but it's not the same as the original belt.
Martin: There are always ways that these things can be fixed though, please remember that.
Morgan looks at Martin, moving his jaw back and forth, his brow furrowed almost half in shock, and half in confusion, though he clearly knows the implications of what was just said.
Morgan: One thing I believe in, Mr. Martin, is dignity, and I plan to uphold that. I would never stoop to the level that you are suggesting.
Martin: Look, Alex. You're running a top notch company here, and it's a great thing you're doing. You're changing the name of the game with this place, or at least you could be, with a little direction. You need to preserve the sanctity of your championship belts. This isn't just some toy belt that people can parade around like some sort of joke. It's your livelihood that they're making a mockery of, just remember that, Alex. Get back to me when you have an idea.
Morgan nods as Martin leaves the room.
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The show opens with the screen lighting up and in the corner of the screen, a little box says "Earlier Tonight". We see David and Judas Fraggle in the backstage area, looking straight into the camera. Kid Ant walks past them, and it appears not to affect them, but after a few seconds, Judas grabs Kid Ant from behind and throws him into a wall. He stomps repeatedly as David watches and holds the tag team championship belts. David Fraggle smiles as Judas beats him to a pulp. Judas finally picks up Kid Ant and powerbombs him through a concession table, taking a few steps back as the camera zooms in on the victim.
David Fraggle: You see, NAW, this is what Judas Fraggle and I are capable of. This right here. And this is the damage that we can do. And this is what we will be doing when we are finally able to get our revenge on Alex Morgan. So Mr. Morgan, you stay in your office, and hide behind your security, because this is what the result will be when we get our hands on you and your goon squad.
The Fraggles take a few steps back and leave the scene.
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*As the roar of 50,000+ fans can be heard, the cameras cut backstage. One of the competitors in tonight's first contest, James Weck, is standing there with Barry Lincoln*
Lincoln: "James, tonight you make your debut in the NAW. Any trepidation about your first match coming on such a big stage, in front of this jacked up crowd?"
Weck: "Trepidation? Barry Lincoln, I was made to perform on the highest settings in the sporting world! You think THIS is a big stage, a high tension setting? I spent my youth wrestling in the toughest tournaments in the country, it's what I've done since before Zealot even drew his first Pentagram. If a crowd like tonight is big to you, just imagine what it is going to look like when I show them what true talent it, what it really means to be one of the very best of all time! In ancient Rome, wrestling was basically another bloodsport, just as often as not, it was to the death! Well, I think it's time I bring all those screaming Nittany Lions out there a little blast from the past! I will show them that all the belt holders who will follow my lead tonight are nothing but paper champions, nothing more than a taint on the wrestling world that needs to be eradicated. I'm not one to look past an opponent, but tonight is nearly the beginning of a transformation of the NAW, the heights I will take it to have not yet begun to be reached!!
Lincoln: "You mentioned your opponent for tonight, Zealot. He seems like a pretty pious man, and one that certainly is dedicated to his cause. Do you think you will be able to withstand his, well, zealotry?
Weck(looking at Barry as if he is ready to blow a gasket):"Brother, I don't know who the fuck you think you are talking to, but nobody knows more are dedication than I do! I eat, sleep, and breath this sport, more than any of these other jokers on the roster. I am the Incarnation of Determination!! This idiot is nothing more than a washed up failure at this sport who "found God" when he pulled the bible out of the top shelf of a nightstand at some cheap shit motel! He bought some hair dye, probably took some acid, and thinks all of a sudden he is better than what he is! The fact that you would ask me such a thing is the problem that I am combating. You see every move, every match in the NAW, and you think guys like this are actually someone to take seriously? If I am going to get back all the respect that was taken from me, if I am going to take this sport, and myself, to the heights it belongs, than I need to send a message. I need to beat Zealot so bad it will make the rest of the jokers on the roster more uncomfortable than this heatwave in the Northeast does. By the time the sun sets tonight above Heatwave, the sun will also set on all that you, and everyone else in this company, thinks they know about the sport of wrestling!"
Lincoln(dripping with sarcasm): "Seems like a perfectly level-headed response. Any final thoughts before you head out to the ring?"
Weck:"There's nothing left to say. I've spent 5 years waiting, thinking, talking, brooding, for this moment. Tonight, the prodigal son of the wrestling world comes home. In just a few moments time, my redemption takes a first step. And Zealot, well, he takes a final one!"
*James stares at the camera just a few seconds before storming off towards the gorilla position*
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We cut to the arena to see 50,000 screaming fans for the opening of the pay-per-view. Everyone is pumped to be there, and it looks like a beautiful evening at Beaver Stadium. We cut around the stadium, and see some of the memorable signs that fans have gone through the trouble of making. We then cut to the commentary booth.
Gould: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to the first annual June pay-per-view for NAW, Heatwave! We've got a stacked card for you this evening, and boy we can't wait to get this thing going.
Torres: That's right, and what an excellent night for an outdoor venue. And look at some of these fans, the crowd is electric tonight! I can't wait to get started!
The commentators are interrupted as the arena goes black and eerie pipe organ music plays. Red Lights fill the arena as "Reign in Blood" by Slayer begins to play. A hooded Zealot makes his way out from the smoke filled entrance, stopping at the top of the ramp and raises his hands to his chest in a prayer.
Rebecca: The first match of the evening is a singles match, a double debut, and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania.... Zealot!
He slowly makes his way to the ramp, his hands around a wooden crucifix that hangs from his neck, his head straight and focused on the ring. He gets to the ring, then slowly slides under the bottom rope, crawling his way to the center of the ring. He slowly stands in the center and once again raises his hands to the prayer, before quickly removing his hood and staring to the sky. As soon as his music fades out, we hear another entrance song for the first time. "Perfect Insanity" from Disturbed hits the P.A., and Weck slowly and purposefully steps out onto the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Paramus, New Jersey..... James Weck!
He stands still, eyes staring dead at the center of the ring, at his first opponent standing inside of it. He takes his time, not lettng the crowds catcalls or grabhanding distract him in the least. He wears a black singlet with his last name, Weck, written across the top of the back, spanning from massive shoulderbale to massive shoulderblade. James climbs the apron, then turns and stares out towards the crowd as if he is looking for something. When he does not see it, his eyes becom enraged and his head begins to shake. He quickely gets into the ring between the top and middle rope, and marches toward the center of the ring, ready for action.
The men stand in the center and stare each other down as Mark Lansing gets in between them to make sure they stay apart for the beginning. He calls for the bell and gets out of the way as both men circle the ring, staring each other down for a weakness. Weck eventually strikes first, and Zealot responds and they start with a grapple, which Weck comes out on top of, shoving Zealot and sending him stumbling backward to the mat. He runs and looks for a kick to the head, but Zealot rolls out of the way. Zealot gets to his feet and charges at Weck, who leans forward and scoops Zealot into the air over his shoulder, dropping him face first onto the turnbuckle that Weck was standing in front of, and Zealot hits the mat again. Zealot gets to his feet and Weck moves in for another attack, but Zealot on the defense looks great as he throws a right hand that knocks Weck back, and Zealot keeps at it with repeated right hands. He whips Weck into the ropes, and Weck comes back, and both men take each other out, Weck with a running lariat and Zealot with a clothesline of his own.
Gould: Great matchup, and they're getting the crowd real into the show from the start, it's good to see two guys who want a win.
Torres: Are you kidding? Of course they want to win, they want to make a name for themselves. Can you not state the obvious for one show please and actually have some real insight?
Weck is to his feet first, and he pounds the mat on his way up, staring down Zealot, who is getting up just slightly more slowly than Weck. The two stare each other down again and move in close, with another lockup coming. They shove at each other, but it goes nowhere, and Zealot finally kicks Weck in the midsection and lets go, with Weck bending forward in pain. Zealot kicks again, backing Weck up a step or two. Zealot then shoves Weck back into the corner, running at him and hitting a lariat into the corner that causes Weck to stumble out when Zealot backs up, then he hits a Powerslam and covers Weck.
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Zealot pulls Weck to his feet by the hair, and whips him into the ropes. Weck comes back and Zealot runs at him, hitting him and plowing into him with a running shoulder block, and both men go down again from the huge impact. Weck is up quickly though, and so is Zealot, and they look to lock up, but Weck decides on a right hand instead. He whips Zealot into the ropes, turning around and hitting Zealot hard witha back elbow on the way back. Zealot hits the mat and holds his mouth, and Weck stomps on him a few times before getting behind Zealot and locking in a sleeper hold. Zealot fights it, but can't get Weck to let go, and Weck locks it in tighter and tighter as the fighting goes on. Zealot does manage to work himself to his feet, bent over.
Gould: Weck doesn't appear to be willing to come even close to letting go of that sleeper, and Zealot looks like he might be fading here.
Zealot eventually sends repeating elbows into the midsection of Weck, eventually forcing him to let go. He lays some more right hands to Weck, eventually grabbing him and dropping him with a DDT, and both men lie on the mat, totally motionless for a few seconds, trying to catch some breath. Zealot rolls Weck onto his back and covers him, hooking a leg.
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Torres: Both of these men are gonna have to beat the other one senseless in order to pick up the win. I love it!
Zealot gets to his feet and hits Weck with a right hand when Weck gets to his knees. He hits Weck with another one then, which flattens him, leaving him vulnerable to anything. He grabs Weck by the hair again, shoving Weck's head in between his legs. He holds an arm up and looks at the sky, it appears as though he's saying a quick prayer. He then plants himself and puts his hands on Weck's stomach, but Weck stands straight up, and with great strength, is able to flip Zealot over his head and to the mat, falling to a knee himself. Weck gets to his feet, and leans on the turnbuckle for a second as Zealot pulls himself to his feet, reaching back and grabbing his neck every so often to try to relieve a bit of the pain there. He charges at Weck, who ducks, but Zealot boosts himself with the middle turnbuckle and turns quickly, balancing on the top rope. Weck thinks quickly though, and shakes the ropes so Zealot falls and lands on the top turnbuckle with his groin.
Gould: What a very nice quick set there, and these guys really have been putting on an excellent display so far tonight.
Weck lands a few right hands onto the chest of Zealot before pulling him from the top turnbuckle and lifting him over his shoulders as he shows absolute brute strength and marches to the center of the ring. From there, he drops down and drops Zealot onto his neck with the Weck-Drop! He rolls over onto Zealot and covers, hooking the leg and his head bobbing along with the count.
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Weck hops to his feet in excitement as "Perfect Insanity" hits and he pulls his hand away from Mark Lansing who tries to hold it up after the victory.
Rebecca: Here is your winner..... James Weck!
Weck gets out of the ring and backs up the ramp, a huge grin on his face as Zealot, leans on the bottom rope at the other end of the ring, a mixture of anger, anguish, and shock on his face.
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A Chance Meeting
We cut to the parking garage, where a jet black limo is just pulling in. The car stops, and out steps Jordan Keyser. Jordan has on a black suit with a dark red shirt and a black tie, and a pair of black Oakley sunglasses. He reaches into the car and helps his new valet, Liz Garrett out of the car. Liz looks gorgeous in a little black dress, and as she stands upright, she takes Jordan's offered arm. The two walk past the camera and into the building. The camera follows.
Liz: This is so exciting! My first wrestling event! What am I supposed to do?
More than a foot taller, Jordan towers over her, but he looks down and grins.
Keyser: Head up to the press box. I've called ahead, your credentials should be waiting for you. Stay up there until my match. There's an empty seat waiting for you at ringside for that match. ESN will be expecting a full breakdown of the show on your blog, so pay attention and take notes. Even here, you still have a job to do.
Jordan gestures to an elevator.
Keyser: That should take you to the press box. I'll see you at ringside later.
Liz nods, then heads for the elevator. The camera watches for a moment, then turns back to follow Jordan. Keyser rounds a corner, and walks right into fellow Superstar Joe "Madman" Martinez. The two collide, and Jordan looks furious.
Keyser: Why don't you watch where the hell you're going.
Madman looks incredulous.
Martinez: 'Cuz folks with sense know to stay outta my way. Besides, you walked into me, Wall-street.
Jordan suddenly grins and leans in, speaking softly with that slow southern drawl of his.
Keyser: Careful, Madman. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you before your big match tonight.
Joe's eyes narrow, and he gets right up in Jordan's face.
Martinez: Likewise, bud. This hallway's as good for me as a wrestling ring, why wait for the card?
The two stand nose to nose for a few silent seconds, and Jordan gets a look of contempt on his face.
Keyser: No. Not here. I'd rather give you a beating the NAW will sanction. Soon, my fragrant friend. Soon. Until then, try to stay away from me. Your stench is almost more than I can bear, and this suit is far too expensive to throw away.
With that, Jordan shoulders past Martinez and off down the hallway. Joe stares after him, then walks away muttering under his breath.
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Femme Fatale Championship Match
We see the crew finishing the setup for the next match, which involved putting up scaffolding with a wire to hold the harness, which is somehow still able to raise and lower like the normal ladder matches. The referee for this match, Eddie Higgins, stands in the center of the ring as The Gun Show plays over the PA system. There are no lights to dim, since it isn't dark yet, but JJ Allen appears on the stage after a few seconds and holds her arms high, running down the ramp and doing a front flip with a corkscrew over the top rope, landing on her neck and rolling forward to get perfectly up onto her feet. She smiles as she holds her arms out and the crowd admires her perfect features.
Rebecca: The following is a ladder match for the Femme Fatale Championship! Introducing first, The Parkour Princess..... JJ Allen!
She goes to one corner as "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" from Rock of Ages plays. The fans cheer and rock along as Jenny Smith appears on the stage from behind the curtain. The crowd cheers as she holds an arm up flashing a peace sign, and turns around to face them. She gets a mostly mixed reaction the rest of the time though as she skips down the ramp to the ring. She climbs the stairs and gets into the ring and stares at the title belt that Eddie Higgins is currently holding.
Rebecca: And the next contestant, from The Netherlands.... The Dutch Diva.... Jenny Smith!
Jenny and JJ stare at each other, then let their gazes go to the belt, back and forth as Jenny's music fades out slowly. "Fastest Girl in Town" by Miranda Lambert plays, and the crowd goes insane for her. She comes to the ring, holding the hand of her husband, Trent Brown, and they smile as they head down the ramp, hand in hand. When they get to the stairs, Katherine goes to kiss her man when he takes her up the stairs and holds the ropes apart for her. She smiles as she gets into the ring and stares at the two girls already in the ring. Eddie Higgins sets up the belt as her music fades, and the belt rises up to the top of the scaffolding, the crowd getting pumped up before the bell rings. The three girls look at each other for a minute, then JJ slides out of the ring and grabs the ladder. She slides it into the ring, and Katherine grabs it, tossing it out on another side. JJ chases after it and when she is ready to get it, she is hit with a suicide dive from Jenny. Jenny gets to her feet and smiles as she grabs JJ by the hair and gets in front of her, pulling her by her hair and flipping her over her shoulder, her spine landing on the ladder. Katherine just smiles and watches Jenny destroy JJ slowly on the outside of the ring.
Gould: Wow, Jenny is reall y being ruthless to JJ tonight.
Torres: Well, the woman is crazy after all.
Gould: You better hope she doesn't hear that, Jim. Remember what she did to our very own Kelly Parker.
Jenny pushes JJ up against the guard rail, and JJ looks to be just about out of it at this point. Jenny proceeds to climb up onto the ring apron, then to the top rope, diving off and hitting a huge missile dropkick to JJ and knocking her over the guard rail and into the crowd! Katherine takes this opportunity and grabs the ladder, sliding it into the ring and setting it up in the center. She gets about half way when Jenny sees her and climbs up it. They are both at the top and JJ starts to stir. The two women throw right hands back and forth, when finally, the ladder is tipped over by JJ who snuck back in, unseen. Both women are able to catch themselves and land on their feet though, and Katherine hits JJ with a huge lariat. She turns to Jenny, who sends her across the ring with a headscissors, and Jenny gets to her feet, a wicked grin on her face. She skips over to where JJ is laying on the ground and picks her up, and JJ pushes her. JJ runs to the ropes and comes back, and Jenny leap frogs over her. JJ comes back and looks for a diving crossbody, getting it as Katherine pulls herself up using the ropes. JJ gets to her feet and is grabbed by the hair by Katherine, who yanks her to the mat and JJ lands on the back of her head, yelping in pain.
Gould: Katherine, using the hair of JJ Allen as a weapon of her own.
Torres: These cheap people and their cheap tactics.
Katherine picks up Jenny and whips her to the corner, then goes over and climbs to the second rope, hitting Jenny in the head with a flurry of forearms. JJ comes from behind though and shoves Katherine, pusing her out of the ring and she tumbles to the outside, the crowd booing at JJ who just shoved her. JJ then jumps up, using the ropes, and hitting Jenny with an Enziguiri, which causes her to fall flat, and she rolls out of the ring. JJ then proceeds to set the ladder back up in the center of the ring as Katherine begins to stir. JJ sees the two women getting up and judges their closeness to one another, then stands at the top of the ladder, and instead of going for the belt hanging just above her head, she dives off the top of it with a crossbody and takes out both women, along with herself!
Gould: A big move from JJ Allen right there, and I don't know if any of these women are alright now!
Torres: That's right Gould, miss Allen shows us exactly why she is the parkour princess, and the crowd is actually cheering her. It's about time that they learn to have a good taste in talent.
The three of them are all motionless on the floor, and Trent keeps yelling out encouragement to Katherine as they start to stir. JJ is first to her feet and she picks Jenny up, whipping her into the ring apron, and Jenny cracks her spine off of it. She yelps out in pain as JJ turns and looks at Katherine, who shoves her, then gets to her feet and lands a dropkick on the Parkour Princess. Katherine then rolls JJ into the ring, knocking the ladder over and it shuts as it falls down. She picks it up and looks a JJ who is starting to get up, running at her. JJ is quick thinking though, and she hops up, landing on the ladder for a boost, and jumping over Katherine. Katherine turns and JJ kicks the ladder into her, knocking her out of the ring as she drops the ladder. JJ turns around and holds her arms out, looking quite proud of herself and she turns right into an Enziguiri from Jenny Smith. Jenny runs to the corner and jumps onto the turnbuckle, jumping off and landing hard on JJ's gut with a senton and looks around at the cheering fans. She picks JJ up and kicks her a few times before setting up and locking JJ into the Black Widow submission hold!
Gould: There it is, Jim! She's got JJ in the Black Widow!
Torres: She sure does, and the most hellish thing about that is that JJ can't tap out to stop it, Jenny can hold it as long as she wants! It's a beautiful thing, a ladder match.
Jenny keeps the thing locked in, and there's nothing that JJ can do to fight it, even though she tries. The downside is that Jenny doesn't see Katherine getting into the ring and setting the ladder up right away. She finally does, and lets go of the hold as JJ rolls out of the ring to rest up, and Jenny climbs the ladder, a couple rungs behind Katherine. Katherine reaches up to try for the belt, but Jenny is up in time and throws a shot to Kat's gut. Kat lowers herself, and the two hit each other back and forth. Katherine grabs Jenny by the hair and finally slams her head down onto the top of the ladder. This causes Jenny to lose all sense of anything and she falls from the top of the ladder with a loud thud onto the mat, and the ladder tips, so Kat hops off so as to not fall as well. She grabs Jenny and pulls her to her feet, hitting her with a few Knee Lifts, then finishing her off with The End. JJ gets into the ring, but Kat tosses her over the top rope to the outside and picks the ladder back up, setting it up. She climbs to the top of it, unstrapping the belt and holding it high as the bell rings. Trent gets into the ring and helps her down, both of them highly excited.
Rebecca: The winner, and first ever Femme Fatale Champion..... Katherine Brock Brown!
Kat and Trent head up the ramp slowly as the crew starts to tear down the scaffolding and some crew members help Jenny and JJ to their feet and we cut back to the backstage area again.
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The scene opens up in some empty corridors of Beaver Stadium. “Madman” Joe Martinez comes walking around a corner and down the hallway towards the camera.
Voice: We need to talk Madman!
Madman keep walking down the corridor. Nightkrow steps from a side corridor behind Madman.
Nightkrow: MADMAN!
Madman stops and stands there with his back facing Nightkrow.
Nightkrow: Something big is coming... I have seen the clues all over. It will not be good for the NAW...
Madman shrugs his shoulders not caring.
Nightkrow: If you go with them, you will not last long. They will destroy your character... They will destroy who you really are... Ask yourself, Joe, how long...
Madman quickly turns around hastily walks towards Nightkrow. Nightkrow stands his ground not moving one inch. Madman gets nose to nose with Nightkrow. Close enough that Madman has white face paint on his nose now.
Madman: They'll destroy who I am, Nightkrow?! I'm the howling wind, the crashing thunder, and the falling rain. You don't control a roiling tidal wave, you can't destroy a whirlwind, you can't settle a rumbling earthquake. They can try to destroy the Madman, but you can't put reigns on mayhem. Who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do, Krow?
Bits of spittle and contempt fly from the Madman's mouth with the last word. Nightkrow smirks at Madman.
Nightkrow: That's the real question is it not, Madman?! I’m not here to tell you what you should do or shouldn’t do… I'm not here to judge... I'm just merely here to warn you. You have the heart, the determination and the desire to be one of the best. Do not let them hold you back... And you know they will... I just don’t want to see someone with your abilities to be dragged down…
Madman scowls at Nightkrow.
Madman: They gettin' a warning too?
Nightkrow: Their warning will not be a warning at all. It’s too late for them. They have already chosen to do what’s not right for this company… Our home…
Madman turns back around and walks away.
Nightkrow: Joe, do something right for your home... NAW is your home is it not?
Madman: 'preciate the advice but I ain't lookin' for a life guru Krow. I'm not a guy who's used to havin' a home. Guess we'll both have to find out just what I do...
Nightkrow turns to the other corridor and walks away. Madman walks the other way. The camera cuts out.
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Chaos Championship Mach
When we cut back to the arena, the crew is just finishing up taking the scaffolding down from the ladder match. They go about their work as "Gold Cobra" by Limp Bizkit hits the system. The crowd looks utterly confused, as do the commentators. The guitar intro plays on for a little bit.
Gould: This is new, wonder what's going on here, who is this?
Torres: I dunno, but I could get used to this jam, man. It's pretty sick.
Finally we see a gold Shelby Cobra pull out from beside the stage. It pulls off alongside the ramp and the crowd goes nuts as Sebastian Jankowski gets out of the driver's seat, sporting a whole new look. He's shaved now, and looks quite young, but great, sporting a Phoenix Suns jersey with the number 87 and his name on the back. He makes his way down the ramp, hip hop dancing, and high fiving some of the fans on his way.
Rebecca: The following match is an elimination match and is to crown the first ever Chaos Champion. Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland.... Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski runs the rest of the way down the ramp and to the ring, sliding in. He hops to his feet and runs to each corner, jumping onto the second turnbuckle and doing a backflip off of each corner and landing perfectly on his feet, the crowd with a quick pop each time he does it. He waves to them and keeps himself pumped up as "Satellite" by Rise Against plays. The crowd is mixed, but with a lot of boos, and a couple pyros go off. Behind them, we see James Faulds, all revved up for the match. He stomps out onto the apron and holds his arms out for half a second, then quickly heads down the ramp, totally ignoring the fans, and focusing on the ring.
Rebecca: Introducing next, from Newcastle, United Kingdom... James Faulds!
Faulds stands at the bottom of the ramp, staring at Jankowski, who just stares back at him. Faulds climbs up onto the apron and gets into the ring, walking around inside, not taking his eyes off of Jankowski. The two continue to stare each other down, Higgins keeping the two of them apart as the music fades into the guitar intro to "Fight Fire With Fire" by Metallica. The crowd explodes as Nightkrow appears on the stage. He looks around and takes a deep breath of the fresh air on the outside and nods his head at the cheering crowd. He turns around, showing the crow outline on the back of his jacket, then turns back around and heads down the ramp, greeting a few fans on the way.
Rebecca: And the opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia.... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow smiles as he stops on his way down the ramp and lets out his usual "CAW!" which the crowd, as usual, reciprocates. He smiles as he gets into the ring, taking off his jacket and his newly marketed t-shirt and gets himself pumped for this. He hops up and down for a second and the bell rings. He and Jankowski look at one another and start to go after Faulds, who backs off and slides out of the ring. He stands there for a minute, trying to find a way not to get double teamed. Jankowski and Nightkrow look at each other, almost trying to silently get him into the ring, and at the last second, Jankowski just charges and dives over the top rope, taking Faulds out with a suicide dive. He picks Faulds up and rolls him into the ring, and Faulds hurries to his feet, hitting Nightkrow with a flurry of right hands. Jankowski slides into the ring, and Faulds, with great situational awareness, turns around quickly and throws a back elbow into the face of Jankowski.
Gould: Wow, even power in numbers isn't working well for Jankowski and Nightkrow.
Torres: Definitely not, Gould. Faulds wants this match, and it's definitely easy to tell.
Faulds turns back to Nightkrow, throwing another couple punches before whipping him into the ropes. Nightkrow comes back and makes himself solid, hitting Faulds with a shoulder block. Jankowski is up on the top rope, and the second that Faulds hits the mat, Jankowski comes off and hits a huge elbow drop to a big crowd pop. Jankowski gets to his feet and picks up Faulds, as he and Nightkrow take turns with right hands. Faulds ducks a right hand from Jankowski though, who winds up hitting Nightkrow. Faulds takes advantage of that, taking Jankowski down with a tackle, and getting up and quickly dropping Nightkrow with a dropkick. Faulds gets to his feet and starts stomping on Jankowski repeatedly. Jankowski rolls out of the ring and Faulds runs over to Nightkrow, who is getting to his feet, and hits him hard with a lariat. He goes for a cover on Nightkrow.
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Kickout!
Torres: Wow, that old chap should probably not hurt himself and just let the younger guy take him out.
Gould: Nightkrow is a vet, but he's not that old, Jim.
Nightkrow gets to his feet, ducking under a punch and getting behind Faulds, wrapping his arms around Faulds and connecting with a German Suplex. He gets to his feet and holds his arms out and the crowd cheers him on. He grabs Faulds and picks him up, hitting him with a headbutt, which knocks Faulds into the corner. Faulds leans there as Nightkrow backs up to the opposite corner, then runs across the ring and hits him with a stinger splash. Faulds stumbles out of the corner, and is hit with a bulldog from out of nowhere by Jankowski! Jankowski gets to his feet, and Nightkrow smiles and nods as Jankowski rolls Faulds over for a cover.
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TW-Kickout!
Torres: That poor kid thought he could take Faulds out with that? You've got to be kidding me.
Gould: It was a good move, totally possible.
Jankowski picks up Faulds and whips him into the corner, then runs and jumps off the second rope, kicking Faulds right in the jaw with an Enziguiri. Faulds falls to a knee and Nightkrow runs over and knees him in the face. Faulds falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, holding his jaw in severe pain to much crowd applause. Jankowski and Nightkrow look at one another, and just shrug their shoulders, shaking hands before locking up. Nightkrow has the power advantage, and pushes Jankowski into the corner. He hits Jankowski with some knee lifts before pulling him out of the corner and connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He picks Jankowski up and whips him into the ropes, and when Jankowski comes back, Nightkrow leans forward and sends him over his shoulder with a back body drop. He falls onto Jankowski, hooking a leg.
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Shoulder up!
Nightkrow gets up, ducking a lariat from Faulds. He turns around though, and is met with an elbow from Faulds. Faulds whips him into the corner and runs at him, hitting him with a boot to the chin. Nightkrow falls to the mat, grasping his jaw, and Jankowski gets to his feet, connecting with a belly to back suplex on Faulds. Jankowski runs over to the ropes, springboarding off and hitting a moonsault, covering and hooking a leg.
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THRE-NO!
Gould: That was a three! He got it!
Torres: Nope, he barely missed, you gotta trust the count, buddy.
Jankowski looks completely shocked at the last second shoulder up, and he looks over at Eddie Higgins, who holds up two fingers and shakes his head. Jankowski grabs the sides of his head, looking at Faulds, then he grabs Faulds on either side of his head, slamming the head into the mat repeatedly. He gets up and stomps ruthlessly on Faulds, then picks him up and whips him hard into the ropes, with enough power to actually send Faulds over the top rope. Faulds falls to the apron though, but Jankowski charges at him and dives over the top rope, spearing Faulds at the upper chest and neck as they both fall out onto the floor, flat and motionless. Nightkrow looks completely shocked, and Faulds holds his throat, looking like something might be wrong there.
Gould: As good of a dive as that was, these guys need to not go so hard on themselves. They might be hurt now.
Torres: You're talking about two guys who took a big dive off the stage at the last show. I'm sure they're fine.
Jankowski gets up first, and Faulds rolls and gets onto one knee. Jankowski runs at him and kicks him in the chest, and Faulds falls back. He leans Faulds onto the ring stairs, and runs to the guardrail, jumping off the top and doing a backflip, looking for a moonsault onto the stairs, but Faulds moves, and Jankowski hits nothing but steel! Jankowski rolls down the stairs and onto the floor, kicking around in pain as Faulds gets to his feet. He slides into the ring and spears Nightkrow, hitting him with a bunch of right hands and picking him up to toss him out of the ring, right into Jankowski, who is still looking out of breath. Faulds slides out, slamming Jankowski's face into the ring apron and rolling him in, sliding in behind him. He quickly connects with The End of Your Days, and covers Jankowski, hooking the leg.
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THREE! And Nightkrow breaks the pin up just too late to save Jankowski.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, Sebastian Jankowski has been eliminated from the match!
Jankowski rolls out of the ring, pounding the ring apron. Lansing tries to guide him away from the ring and he shoves Lansing, heading up the ramp himself, shaking his head all the way back to the stage. He looks at the car, and heaves a heavy sigh, and we focus back on the action inside the ring. Nightkrow is really laying into Faulds now, with repeated right hands that could make Mike Tyson blush. He picks Faulds up and whips him into the corner, running and hitting him hard with a shoulder block, staying there, and slamming into him repeatedly with his shoulder. Faulds pounds on Nightkrow's back a few times, and Nightkrow takes a few steps back. Faulds goes for a hard right hand, but Nightkrow ducks it, turning it into a flapjack! He gets to his feet and lets out a very loud and energetic "CAAAW!" and the crowd responds positively. He locks in the Talon's Grip, and Faulds fights it for well over a minute, but eventually gives in and is forced to tap out. Nightkrow lets it go and holds his arms high in the air, as "Fight Fire with Fire" plays loudly, and the crowd erupts for him.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, and first ever NAW Chaos Champion.... Nightkrow!
Nightkrow is handed the belt, and he looks at it with the biggest of smiles on his face as he gets out of the ring, holding the belt high in the air, a huge smile on his face.
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The camera shows a dressing room where “The Puppet Master” David Fraggle is looking right at a camera while Judas Fraggle is sitting on the floor looking at a teddy bear.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: Tonight we finish Vice Squad off forever.
Judas Fraggle: I’m looking forward to this but I need to talk to you about something.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What do you mean by you need to talk to me about something?
Judas Fraggle: I came back for one thing and that’s revenge over those who embarrassed me.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: Oh yeah? How are you going to get revenge over them?
Judas Fraggle: By telling you a secret.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What secret is that?
Judas Fraggle: Do you know what my bear represents? It represents the fact that while you’ve been playing dress up as a little girl with a clown I’ve been out there collecting minions for my army.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What army?
Judas Fraggle: The army that I’ve got, that’s right I said it, I’ve got an army. The reason why I came back looking for you is because I want you to join it.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What kind of army do you have?
Judas Fraggle: I’ve got the biggest threat that Alex Morgan has ever seen, all that you’ve got to do is let me get my hands on him and his security.
“The Puppet Master” David Fraggle: What do you plan on doing to them when you get your hands on them?
Judas Fraggle: All that you need to know is I promise the entire world that it’s going to be a moment that NAW never forgets.
Scene fades with Judas Fraggle laughing.
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Hughes/Phoenix vs Latin Kings
When we come back to the stadium, the lights are now turned on as the sky is starting to grow dark. They suddenly black out though, and we hear the familiar voice saying "Who you tryna get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco???" The lights flash back on when the bass to "Insane in the Brain" by Cypress Hill hits, and the Latin Kings appear on the stage to a mixed reaction. They start down the ramp and hold their arms out, the crowd starting to boo them after a little bit of arrogance. Marco Uribe starts to yell at the fans in Spanish, but Diego goes to him and gets him to calm down.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from El Paso, Texas... Marco Uribe and Diego Martinez.... The Latin Kings!
Marco slides into the ring and Diego goes up the stairs, looking out at the fans as he takes off his sunglasses. Marco runs over to a corner, hopping onto the second rope and holding his hands out and throws up a sign with his hands.
Torres: Is that some sort of gang sign or something? These guys should be fined!
Gould: Do you even know what it meant?
Marco hops down and they take off their bandanas, tossing them off to the fans, and awaiting the arrival of the opposition. It takes quite a few seconds, but we hear the shotgun blast through the stadium, and after a second or two, "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits, and the crowd cheers with a couple of boos from a few haters. Gunner Hughes appears on the stage, holding his arms up. He takes a few steps down the ramp, and Marco looks pumped and ready to go. Gunner stops about halfway down the ramp when "Metal Health" by Emphatic hits. The crowd immediately erupts in boos, and Tyson Phoenix comes out onto the stage, looking like his arrogant rockstar self. He has the whole look. The shades, the grin, the clothes. He poses on the stage, and the crowd just gets louder. He shakes his head and starts on his way down the ramp, meeting up with Gunner about halfway.
Rebecca: And the opponents.... Gunner Hughes, and "The Rockstar" Tyson Phoenix!
They both look at each other and start down the ramp, climbing up onto the apron. Phoenix hops over the top rope and into the ring, holding Gunner back and saying that he's going to start, and Diego Martinez also gets out of the ring and onto the apron. Lansing calls for the bell, and Phoenix charges, hitting Marco with a huge tackle and laying into him with right hands. Diego hurries into the ring, and is stopped by Lansing. Phoenix starts to choke Marco then, until Diego points it out and Lansing turns back right after Phoenix stops. Phoenix picks up Marco and whips him into the corner with Hughes, running over and kicking him hard with an Enziguiri. He grins as he picks Marco up and drops him with a DDT, then he picks him up and plants him with another one. He covers Marco and hooks the leg.
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Torres: Wow, with the lack of effort that Marco is putting in here, I'm honestly surprised that he got out of that pin.
Phoenix goes after the legs of Marco, but Marco kicks him in the chest, and he stumbles back into the corner. This gives Marco a second to spare, and he hops up and tags in Diego quick, Phoenix tagging in Gunner. Diego and Gunner charge, Diego ducking a huge right hand, but coming back and getting hit with a shoulder block. Gunner gets up and stomps on Diego a few times, then picks him up and whips him into the corner. He walks over and hits Diego in the chest with some knife edge chops, then pulls him out of the corner, connecting with a vertical Suplex. He picks Diego up and connects with another then. He goes to picks Diego up, but Diego shoves him and kicks him in the midsection. He kicks again, and again, then throws an elbow into the spine of Gunner, then a knee to the face, putting the big man down on a knee. He takes a step or two back, then kicks Gunner in the chest repeatedly, runs at him and knees him in the head to take him down to the mat.
Gould: And the Latin Kings showing a bit of offence now, actually getting them into this match.
Diego runs to his corner, waiting, as Gunner rolls onto his front. He goes for a punt to the head of Gunner, but Gunner moves quickly, and Diego totally whiffs it, clumsily falling. Gunner gets to his feet quickly and grabs Diego by the head, hitting him with a huge right hand, square in the face. He whips Diego into the ropes, and Diego stops himself at the ropes, but Phoenix kicks Diego in the spine, and Diego falls over, reaching for the spot that he just took a shot to. Gunner shakes his head at Phoenix, and picks Diego up, carrying him to the middle of the ring and hitting him hard with an uppercut, flattening him. He picks Diego up again and lands a delayed vertical suplex after letting some blood flow to the head of Diego, and he rolls onto Diego and covers him.
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Gunner looks shocked at the kickout, and looks over at Lansing, then back at Diego before landing a bunch of right hands. Gunner picks Diego up and whips him into the ropes, and when Diego comes running back, he hits him with his patented Buckshot! Gunner takes a step back to admire that, when Phoenix slaps him on the back to tag himself in, and he covers Diego.
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THREE!
Phoenix runs over to Gunner, holding Gunner's arm up as "Metal Health" hits. Gunner looks unimpressed with Phoenix stealing the victory, and Phoenix looks confused that Gunner isn't all smiles about it.
Rebecca: Here are your winners..... Tyson Phoenix, and Gunner Hughes!
Gunner shakes his head and gets out of the ring, leading the way as Phoenix follows, still celebrating his victory as the Latin Kings sit in the center of the ring, talking about what just happened.
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We see Alex Morgan's office for the night again, and we hear a knock on the door. Before Alex can respond, Robert Martin and Isaac Bloom walk in.
Morgan: Can I help you gentlemen?
Martin: Alex, we have to discuss this predicament some more. I still don't think that you are aware of the severity of it. Virgil Keenan has been on his way out of here for some time now, and his contractual obligations end tonight. It doesn't worry you that he might try to leave with the championship?
Morgan: I don't think you understand, Robert. It does worry me, it worries me a lot. But the fact of the matter is, if he wins, he wins. There is absolutely nothing that I can do to change that, and still have a clear conscience. I can't just screw a guy over like that, especially someone with the talent of Virgil Keenan. I'll just have to hope that Jordan Keyser can win, clearly.
Martin: If you actually think that you can just bank on one of your guys winning with you not making an impact on it, you might be a lot more naive than you look, and you look incredibly naive. Please, Alex. For the good of your company, please think about what I've been telling you all night. I'm sure that you'll make the right decision.
Martin and Bloom leave, and Alex stares at the door for several seconds, clearly in deep thought, as we cut back to the stadium.
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When we cut back to the stadium, we the lights cut out, and the arena is almost, but not quite, totally dark. A red light flashes and sirens blare, and after a few seconds, the Miami Vice theme plays, and the crowd erupts in cheers. It plays for quite a while before the guys are seen on the stage, looking flashy as usual. They put their backs together and do the regular buddy cop pose for all the cheesy movie posters, as fans take pictures of them.
Gould: Well here are some faces we haven't seen for a while. The smiling faces of the Vice Squad!
Lance and Hank each take a side of the stage, slapping hands with the fans all the way down the ramp as they slide into the ring. They don't get to do anything though before being interrupted by "Storytime" by Nightwish. A chorus of boos can be heard as Judas and David Fraggle appear on the stage.
Rebecca: The following match is a loser leaves NAW match and is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring are Hank Sharpe and Lance Carter... The Vice Squad!
The crowd cheers and the Fraggles head down the ramp, as Hank and Lance get ready to go.
Rebecca: And their opponents.... Judas and David Fraggle.... The V-List Circus!
The Fraggles slide into the ring, their belts in front of them. They get to their feet and start to beat down the Vice Squad, Judas taking Lance out and David taking Hank. Judas picks Lance up and drops his spine onto his knee with a backbreaker, then does the same thing repeatedly, as David Fraggle whips Hank into the ropes, and comes after him, taking Hank and himself out of the ring with a lariat. Lansing calls for the bell, which makes the match official.
Gould: I don't think he should have called for the bell yet, seems like he should have checked on the Vice Squad first.
Judas continues his utter domination of Lance in harsh fashion, landing several huge slams, drops, and attacks on him. He whips him to the ropes and hits him with a clothesline that has Lance doing a complete mid air backflip, landing on his face, and he picks him up to continue the attack. He punches him repeatedly with right hands, forcing him back into the corner, and backs up, hitting him with a huge corner splash that just about squishes Carter. He backs up and does the same thing again, the crowd erupting in boos. Judas pulls Carter into the center of the ring and slams him to the mat with the patented finisher, Fraggle's Flock! Before putting a foot on the chest of Carter to cover him. David Fraggle on the outside jams a knee into the spine of a downed Hank Sharpe, and forces him to watch his partner be pinned.
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THREE!
The crowd erupts in boos as Judas gets to his feet, and "Storytime" hits on the PA again. Judas looks down at the apparently unconscious Lance Carter as David Fraggle slams Hank's face into the ramp and heads down the ramp, grabbing a table from under the ring and sliding it in. They set it up as their music fades out, and Judas hits another Fraggle's Flock through the table, then both men pick up their belts and leave the ring as the doctors and medics hurry down the ramp to attend to the losing team.
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We cut to the backstage area, back to Jordan Keyser's dressing room. Jordan sits on a small couch on one side of the room in full wrestling attire. He's leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees, staring at a Heatwave Poster on the wall. He seems intently focused, obviously trying to get himself in the zone for his match. Suddenly, without so much as a warning knock on the wall, Tyson Phoenix bursts into the room. He's wearing flip flops, khaki cargo shorts, and an incredibly obnoxious lime green golf polo. He plops himself down on a recliner sitting opposite Jordan, a huge grin pasted across his face. Jordan raises an eyebrow and throws Tyson an irritated glance, but says nothing.
Phoenix: So...big match tonight, huh?
Jordan levels a stare at the intruder.
Keyser: Not so big. What do you have against knocking? Afraid you'll skin your knuckles?
Tyson chuckles, looking genuinely amused.
Phoenix: Hell no, man. Who needs to knock? I knew you'd be in here, and I wanted to talk. Seems pretty simple to me.
Jordan lets out a sigh.
Keyser: Yes, I suppose it is. So, to what do I owe the, um, pleasure this time?
Phoenix: Have you given our last conversation some thought? Shit's gonna hit the fan tonight, and I figured you'd want to make sure you came out smelling like roses. You know...instead of shit.
Jordan nods slowly, still holding Tyson's gaze.
Keyser: Tyson, stay clear of the title match tonight. Regardless of what I decide to do, I certainly don't need help with Virgil Keenan, and if you cost me that match, they'll be feeding you through an IV for the next six months.
Tyson starts to say something, and from the grin on his face, it'll be some smartass comment. Jordan cuts him off.
Keyser: This isn't a joke, Tyson. Virgil Keenan and his title belt belong to me. Nobody else, and I mean Nobody, gets a shot at him tonight but me. Once I'm done with him, you can have what's left, but I won't tolerate interference in this match tonight. You know as well as I do, there's too much at stake, for both of us, to waste this opportunity.
Tyson stares at Jordan for a minute, then a look of realization dawns on his face.
Phoenix: Wait...for both of us...so does that mean you're in?
Now it's Jordan's turn to chuckle.
Keyser: There was never any doubt, Tyson. An opportunity to dominate this fed, to bring Alex Morgan and the rest of the NAW to it's knees? I'll take that offer ten times out of ten. So yes, I'm in.
Tyson seems almost giddy as he leans forward, barely able to contain himself.
Phoenix: Well this is fantastic. Do you realize what we're going to be able to accomplish? You, me, Gunner...and there's one more that I think will fit nicely into this. Jordan, we are going to tear this place down, and rebuild it in OUR image. Starting, of course, with the NAW title. Why, in just a couple months, we could have every single title in this fed! It all starts with you, tonight.
Jordan gives Tyson another look of warning.
Keyser: Tyson, I won't say it again. You keep yourself, and the rest of this group, out of the title match. I'll handle Keenan, but I'll rip the head off anyone that tries to interfere, for either side. Is that clear?
Tyson nods, still grinning from ear to ear.
Phoenix: Sure, sure, whatever you say big guy. No interference. Don't worry, it'll all be handled. I'll take care of everything. You just focus on the match at hand.
Tyson gets to his feet, still muttering to himself as he walks out the door. As the door closes, we're almost certain he says something about "getting a cupcake", but with Tyson, who the hell knows what that means? Jordan stares at the closed door, lost in thought. The camera zooms in as Jordan speaks softly.
Keyser: Be careful, Tyson. Build a fire too big, too quick, and someone is bound to get burned...
With that, we cut back to the arena.
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Brown vs Sparkman vs Martinez
The crowd comes alive when we show the outer view of the stadium, the parking lot almost full, the stadium lights on full blast, and the camera pans to in the stadium where we have 50,000 screaming fans. These cheers to turn into a slight change as some boos fill the stadium as a drum solo starts. It continues to beat, some of the crowd getting into it. Finally, more instruments come into the mix, and we see our first glimpse of the newlyweds, Trent Brown, and his beautiful wife Katherine. They stand on the stage, hand in hand, and start on their way down the ramp, a few fans whistling at Katherine as they walk down. Trent just shakes his head as she goes to his corner and he walks up the ring stairs.
Rebecca: The following is a Triple Threat Match and is for the "Southern" Television Championship! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland....being accompanied to the ring by Katherine.... Trent Brown!
Trent pounds his chest a few times as he heads to his corner, and before he can even ready hinself, his music cuts suddenly to make way for the opening of "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus. The riff opens up as the spotlights turn red and flash all over the place. The fans are going wild as the fast riff continues, and they can be seen headbanging. The lyrics begin and the lights come back to normal, and we see Joe Martinez standing atop the stage, wearing his NAW marketed t-shirt and his camo shorts. He stares down the ramp into the ring at Trent, who gives him the "bring it on" beckoning.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Aztec, New Mexico... The Madman... Joe Martinez!
Martinez starts his way down the ramp, high fiving a few of the fans who are still rocking out to the wild rock music playing, a few fans even get caught on camera jamming to a wicked air guitar. The Madman points them out and even does a little jamming himself. The music cuts before he even makes it to the ring though, and he's interrupted by Patrick Sparkman. Madman rolls into the ring and waits impatiently, Trent right next to him. Sparkman appears on the stage to the tune of "Everybody's Dixie" and he smiles as he points to the title belt wrapped around his waist. Trent gives him the beckoning again, and he just shakes his head, mouthing the words "You don't deserve this."
Rebecca: And their opponent....he is the "Southern" Television Champion... The Southern Gentleman.... Patrick Sparkman!
The crowd boos loudly as Sparkman comes to the ring with a no nonsense attitude. He takes the belt off gently as he gets to the base of the ramp and gives it to a crew member after taking a very close look at the guy. He takes off the rest of his gear and then slides into the ring, being sure to be on the opposite side of the ring from Brown and Martinez. Trent goes in quickly for an attack, but the ref holds him back, which gives the Madman an opening and he tackles the champ. The bell rings as the madness begins, and Martinez keeps throwing some wicked stomps to the downed champ, and it doesn't take long at all before Trent is joining in on the fun as both men alternate stomps on Sparkman, who wastes no time all realizing he's at a disadvantage and rolling out of the ring.
Gould: Oh, come on. He's already taking a breather? The match has been on for like a second.
Torres: You're kidding, right? Those two neanderthols totally ambushed the only civilized guy in the match, and you have the gall to criticize him for staying alive?
Sparkman leans on the guardrail, prompting a few fans to get in close to him in an attempt to be seen by the cameras, and he gets away from them as quickly as possible, wiping his chest off as though they were getting him dirty or something of the sort. He shakes his head as he looks back at the guys in the ring, and they share a staredown of sorts as he heads around to another side of the ring and hops up onto the apron. Martinez runs in at him, and he ducks, pulling a rope down, which comes back to hit Martinez in the throat. As Martinez backs up, Trent realizes something and rolls Martinez up.
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Sparkman comes in to break up the pin.
Gould: Genius on the part of Brown there, realizing that he could cover Martinez to get the belt, Sparkman can do all the waiting he wanted!
Trent attacks Sparkman now with some vicious right hands. He whips Sparkman into the ropes, and Martinez is to his feet and hits Sparkman with a wicked Clothesline. He turns though and is hit with an uppercut from Trent. This knocks him back a few steps, and he comes back with a right hand, and Trent hits him with a right hand. The two exchange blows until Sparkman is to his feet and hits both men with a double clothesline. He goes to cover Martinez, but the Madman kicks out right away. Sparkman grabs a handful of his hair and whips him into the corner, then grabs Trent and whips him into the same corner, and the guys collide and both go down to the mat. He grabs Martinez and whips him into the ropes, leaning forward, and when Martinez comes back, Sparkman lifts him and drops him with a back body drop and holds his arms out before landing an elbow drop. Trent comes at Sparkman and he sends Trent to the mat with an arm drag, and when Trent gets up, Sparkman hits a Clothesline that causes Trent to spill out over the top rope and onto the floor.
Gould: And now Sparkman taking control of the match.
Torres: That's right. Great presence here by the champ, showing us exactly why he's the champ.
Sparkman picks up Martinez and then tosses him over the top rope to the outside onto Trent as Trent is getting to his feet, and both men go down to the floor again. Sparkman stands in the ring, admiring his handiwork. He slides out of the ring and grabs Trent by the hair, tossing him into guardrail. He picks Trent up again and plants him on the ground outside with a DDT, then turns to where Madman is and is kicked in the midsection with force. Martinez rolls him into the ring and slides in behind him, whipping Sparkman into the ropes and running, when the two meet again, Martinez hits him hard with a huge shoulder block. Martinez then crawls over and covers.
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Kickout!
Gould: Not quite enough for the Madman to take the victory yet.
Martinez grabs Sparkman by the hair now and pulls him to his feet, looking around at the cheering fans and he gets a gleam in his eye before sending Sparkman to the mat with a huge headbutt. He runs to the ropes and comes back with a running leg drop. He then picks up Sparkman again, whipping him into the corner, then runs and turns around, hitting and squishing Sparkman into the corner with his back and behind. He then grabs Sparkman by wrapping his arm around Sparkman's neck and runs to the center of the ring with a bulldog. He then lays several blows to the face of Sparkman before smiling as he slides out of the ring, where he is met with a clothesline from Trent. Trent slides into the ring then and grabs Sparkman, who shoves him. Trent runs and hits Sparkman with a running elbow, and Sparkman drops to the mat, holding his jaw. When Trent turns around, he is met with a shot to the head by a chair that Martinez has.
Torres: What is he doing? This isn't a hardcore match!
Gould: But it is a triple threat match, which means that he can't be disqualified for it.
Martinez drops the chair and grabs Sparkman by his hair, pulling him where the chair is and shoving Sparkman's head into the fold of his arm. He looks around asking the crowd if they want it, and the crowd pops very loudly for him before he plants Sparkman into the chair, face first, with a huge DDT, and the crowd explodes. Martinez rolls Sparkman over onto his back and hooks the leg, knowing that the win is inevitable.
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THRE--Trent with the save!
Martinez gets to his feet and stares Trent down as Sparkman rolls off to the side of the ring. Trent kicks the chair to the side and it slides out of the ring, and the two men circle around the ring, waiting for the other to make the move. They finally lock up and Trent starts to push Martinez back, but Martinez pushes and he starts to push Trent back. They end up with a stalemate in the center of the ring and both of them let go. They do it again, but this time Martinez shoves Trent into the corner in a hurry, then he puts hands on the middle rope and shoves shoulder after shoulder into Trent's midsection. Trent is able to throw a huge punch to the spine of the Madman though, and it knocks Martinez down to one knee. Trent shoves a knee in Martinez's face, and he falls back onto his back. Trent then starts to throw some stomps to the chest of the Madman, and he holds onto the top rope to keep his balance with all the force he's putting behind it. Martinez rolls out of the ring to get away from it, and Trent grins, knowing the ball is in his court right now.
Gould: Trent with some huge moves right there, and now it looks like he might mean business here tonight.
Torres: What you don't quite get, Gould, is that when you have a title match, it doesn't matter which title you're fighting for, you always need to mean business in that ring. Title reigns are huge, it doesn't matter if it's a world title or a TV title.
Trent beckons for Martinez to get back into the ring, and Martinez feels around on his ribs to see if anything is actually damaged. Martinez climbs onto the apron and Trent takes a step back to show that he is ready for Martinez to get in, when he is hit in the back of the head with a double fist from Sparkman, which levels him. Sparkman then looks at Martinez, who holds his hands up, saying that he has nothing up his sleeve. Sparkman kicks Trent in the ribs to roll him over, and when he looks down, Trent doesn't move, and Martinez gets into the ring, moving over to a far corner. Sparkman gets on one knee and lays into Trent with several right hands, and is finally kicked in the spine by Martinez. Martinez picks Sparkman up and tosses him over the top rope and turns around, but Sparkman catches himself and lands on the apron, gets to his feet and reverse guillotines Martinez on the top rope, which catapults him back and he falls forward from the force.
Sparkman slides into the ring then and lifts Trent to his feet, hitting him with a few right hands before bending him over and sticking Trent's head between his legs. He holds an arm up and drops Trent with a piledriver! A few of the fans pop very loudly, and it can be heard well, despite the massive amount of booing fans. When Sparkman gets up though, he is tripped by Martinez, who grabs his arm and attempts to lock in the Grinning Crippler! Madman lets go when Sparkman won't tap out, and he tosses him out of the ring, and Sparkman starts to spit repeatedly to get the taste out of his mouth. He gets back into the ring and Martinez stomps on him repeatedly before he can get back up. He picks Sparkman up, and whips him into the corner, and sees Trent starting to get back up. He whips Trent into the same corner, then runs and hits a corner splash, squishing them both into the corner. He locks in the Grinning Crippler on Trent now, and Trent fights it for almost a minute before he taps out.
Rebecca: Your winner, and new Television Champion.... Joe Martinez!
Martinez gets to his feet before being kicked in the midsection by Sparkman, and hit with a Piledriver from the angry southerner. He kicks Madman in the ribs a few times before HIggins tells him to back off, which he does, getting out of the ring and leaving as "Everybody's Dixie" plays and he makes his way up the ramp.
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We cut back to the corridor just behind the curtain to the stage and see Alex Morgan walking toward the curtain. He is stopped by Robert Martin.
Martin: So you're gonna do it?
Morgan: I'm doing what is best for North Atlantic Wrestling, without being selfish. I'm watching this match from ringside. Why not have the best seat in the house for the biggest match of the last couple months. Now if you don't mind, I have a match to watch.
Morgan walks out toward the curtain as "Tom Sawyer" hits.
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We see Morgan walk out from behind the curtain, smiling and nodding to the fans as he makes his way down the ramp. He greets a few fans before taking a lap halfway around the ring and taking a seat at the commentary table, right next to the timekeeper. He nods to the timekeeper and puts on a headset.
Morgan: Hello, fellas, how we doing tonight?
Gould: We're doing great boss. Nice to see you out here for the main event.
Morgan: Like I was just telling Mr. Martin a second ago back there, why not have the best seat in the house for this match?
The two share a chuckle and Gould agrees. Suddenly, we hear "King of Kings" by Motorhead begin to play. The crowd immediately starts to boo, and it just keeps getting louder. It plays for a little while before a pyro goes off. When the smoke clears, Jordan Keyser is seen on the stage, that arrogant smirk ever apparent. He waves to the fans who boo him even louder now, as he starts to make his way down the overly long ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the North Atlantic Wrestling Championship! Introducing first, from Neuces County, Texas, he is the challenger... The Executioner..... Jordan Keyser!
Jordan holds his arms out as he finishes his trek down to the ring, as though absorbing a huge applause, although it is nothing but booing the entire time. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring after wiping his feet and goes to his corner, still greeting the audience with a great deal of arrogance as "Yonkers" by Tyler, The Creator plays and some of the fans boo, while a majority of them go absolutely nuts.
Gould: Here we go! This is a theme song that we haven't heard in over a month, as Virgil hasn't been around much lately, but he's here tonight, and we're ready for action!
Virgil appears on the stage, the crowd going nuts as he holds up his NAW Championship belt. He smirks as he puts it over his shoulder, and makes his way down the ramp slowly and it appears to be a complete competition in arrogance between the two men as Virgil starts a slow strut down the ramp.
Rebecca: And the champion, from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada..... He is the NAW Champion...... VIRGIL KEENAN!
Virgil holds the belt up again as he hits the bottom of the ramp, and he runs the rest of the way, sliding into the ring as he tosses the belt into the ring in front of him. He gets to his feet and grabs the belt, running to a corner and jumping up onto the turnbuckle, holding the belt up and absorbing the applause that actually does exist for him. He hands the belt off to senior official Eddie Higgins, and Eddie hands it off to the timekeeper. The two men stare each other down from opposite corners for a while as the suspense begins to build on the crowd.
Gould: God, i can't wait for this match, these two men are the best that the business has to offer at the moment, and they're meeting now, at NAW Heatwave. This is incredible.
Torres: Yes, Gould. These two men are like complete superheroes or whatever...
The two continue to bicker as the bell rings, and both men inside the ring lock up. This ends in a stalemate, and they lock up again. This time Virgil sends Jordan to the mat with an arm drag, and Jordan gets up, hitting Virgil with a lariat. Virgil is quick to respond, taking Jordan down with a tackle and unloading on him with right hands. Jordan shoves Virgil off of him, and the two get back to their feet, with Jordan going for a huge lariat but Virgil ducking. Jordan runs to the ropes and comes off, and is met with a Dropkick from Virgil. He rolls and gets to his feet quickly, running at Virgil and this time railing him with a huge running knee that puts Virgil down on the mat. He stomps on Virgil several times while the champion struggles to get to his feet, and when he does, he catches Jordan's leg, dropping to his back and pulling the leg, causing Jordan to come full over him and land on his face. Virgil holds onto the leg as he gets up and locks in a single legged Boston Crab. Jordan reaches out vigorously, trying to reach the ropes, but they're just out of reach for him. He holds on for a few more seconds before trying again, this time able to crawl to the ropes and reach it, and Higgins gets almost to five on the count before Virgil lets go of Jordan's leg.
Gould: Wow this match is intense. These guys are giving it everything that they've got for this crowd tonight!
Torres: Of course, Gould! These guys are the best this company has to offer at the moment, so sure they're going to put on a show, think about it!
Jordan pulls himself to his feet and the two close in, this time instead of locking up, Jordan hits Virgil with a right hand, then whips him into the ropes. Virgil comes back and Jordan steels himself up, Virgil running into him going for a shoulder block, but Jordan grabs his arm and drops Virgil to the mat and locks in an armbar, digging his knee into Virgil's spine as he bends the arm backward. Virgil realizes he's in trouble, and he quickly scrambles to get to the ropes before Jordan can get the hold locked in too tight for him to move, and he is successful when he does so. He gets to his feet and headbutts Jordan, who comes back at him with a kick to the gut and a DDT. Jordan then covers Virgil.
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Kickout!
Jordan picks Virgil up and whips him into the corner, then runs and hits a running big boot that levels Virgil to the mat. He stomps Virgil's chest very hard once, then kneels down and starts to send right hand after right hand to the face of Virgil. He picks Virgil up and whips him to the ropes, and Virgil comes back, this time hitting a Swinging Neckbreaker to Jordan. Virgil, with the upperhand now, manages to lock in a boston crab, but Jordan is able to whip his legs out and send Virgil to the mat with a midair front flip. Jordan gets to his feet and stomps on Virgil a couple times and then locks in a Boston Crab. Virgil fights it though, and is able to get Jordan off of him. Jordan gets to his feet and stomps on Virgil again for good measure before picking him up. He whips Virgil into the ropes, and Virgil comes back with a diving crossbody, hooking both legs and covering.
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Kickout!
Gould: A great attempt a cover there, but not quite enough.
Morgan: Definitely. Both of these men are incredible competitors though, and it's looking like a brilliant match so far.
Virgil picks Jordan up and knees him in the gut, then plants him to the mat with a DDT before getting up with that arrogant smirk. He picks Jordan up again, whipping him into the ropes, hitting a flurry of different backbreakers, hits patented Backblitz! After the combo, Jordan is seen laying flat on the mat, appearing motionless and broken. Virgil looks like he's ready to go for a cover, but instead chooses to pick Jordan up again, which turns out to be a mistake as Jordan is able to throw a right hand and punch him square in the jaw. He throws another which causes Virgil to step back. Jordan connects with a vertical suplex, then hops to his feet and lands an elbow drop. He picks Virgil up, and Virgil tosses him over the top rope, with Jordan spilling out onto the floor. Jordan gets up slowly, and the crowd is riles up as we see Patrick Sparkman sprinting to the ring, and sliding in. Virgil stomps on him a bunch, and Patrick is able to get no offence in.
Morgan: What's going on here, why is Sparkman out here?
Morgan stands up and takes off his headset, and we see Sebastian Jankowski come out to the ring now, picking Sparkman up and tossing him to the outside, and bumping Jordan, looking accidental, but it clearly is a little bit harder than an accident. He looks down at Jordan and grins, then turns around and is met with a right hand from Tyson Phoenix. Phoenix tosses him to the outside, and we see Nightkrow running down the ramp as well, dropping his new Chaos championship and sliding into the ring, hitting Tyson with a flurry of right hands before dumping him over the top rope. Virgil looks absolutely astonished, yelling at everyone to leave the ring, but the brawling continues as Gunner is seen heading down the ramp now. He watches the brawl on the outside and see Jankowski and Nightkrow holding their own against Phoenix and Sparkman. Virgil tosses Jordan out into the madness, and he sees Gunner watching the match. He stares at Gunner, and it proves enough of a distraction to cause Jordan to hit the Perfect Execution when Virgil turns back to Jordan, and he covers.
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THREE!
Gunner smiles as Jordan holds his arms high, but no music plays as the brawl continues on the outside, with Alex Morgan just watching the madness ensue in complete shock. Nightkrow sees Gunner and looks to reach out to shake his hand, mouthing a question about if Tyson had corrupted him yet. Gunner just stares, and Nightkrow reaches out to shake his hand for a truce. Gunner grabs the hand, and pulls Nightkrow toward him, knocking him out with a huge clothesline. Jankowski looks shocked as Gunner runs at him and lands a huge lariat on him which flattens him as well. Tyson, Gunner, and Sparkman get into the ring to help Jordan celebrate as he gets the belt handed to him, and he looks at it, then the three guys. He smiles as he looks back and forth before suddenly hitting Sparkman in the face with the belt. He can be heard yelling at Sparkman about the interference, and security finally comes out to keep everyone separated and escort them away from the ring as we cut to black.