Post by Alice White on Jul 21, 2013 21:43:05 GMT -5
Meltdown #11
After the initial title screen, the scene fades to the backstage area, where we see an NAW interviewer with a microphone.
Interviewer: "I'm here backstage with 'The Dutch Diva' Jenny Smith."
The camera shot widenes and we see Jenny standing next to the interviewer wearing a pair of light blue skinny jeans with fashionable tears, a black belt with a big silver colored buckle in the shape of a flower,a black tanktop with a silver outlining of a heart with a crack in it to symbolise it is broken, and a pair of black and white ankle high converse sneakers. Jenny smiles a huge smile and waves at the camera.
Interviewer: "So Jenny.........about the ladder match at Heatwave." he started.
Jenny: "What about it?" she asked in a still friendly tone of voice but slightly suspicious about the next question or comment.
Interviewer: " You gave JJ Allen a real tough time, and showed her every corner of the ring."
Jenny: " I sure did." she said. " But hey, I said she was trash. So I took her out like the trash she is." Jenny said shrugging.
Interviewer: " You really tried your hardest and landed a few good shots on both JJ Allen and Katherine Brock Brown." the interviewer continued. " But still Katherine won the Femme Fatale Title. " he said.
Jenny: " Yes..........." Jenny said dragging the word out looking at the interviewer with her head tilted to the said and giving him a look to
dare him to continue this line of questioning.
Interviewer: "Well..." the interviewer takes a deep breath. " How does it make you feel that Katherine won the Title instead of you?" he asked.
Jenny: "Lets see......... how does that make me feel?" she said with a huge smile and a hint of crazyness in her voice and eyes. "Maybe a bit like this?" she said as she kneed the interviewer in the gut leaving the man lying doubled over on the ground.
Jenny picks up the microphone and faces the camera preventing the cameraman from checking on the interviewer. "Katherine you might have won this one, but girl you have got a huge target on your @ss!" Jenny said looking straight into the camera a dead serious look in her eyes. "And I could sure do with some target practice on @sskicking, so beware little lovebird next time your @ss will be mine and I'll kick it six ways from Sunday and take that Title from you! And you want to know why?" Jenny asked smiling that huge smile again and sounding crazy happy again. " Because it is pretty and shiney and I want it!, Okay?" she said blowing a kiss to the camera.
Jenny drops the microphone and skips away from the scene. Before the scene fades to black we see the camera man calling for help for the poor interviewer.
We open the show with a video package of all the best NAW superstars, and some clips of them wrestling with each other. After about a minute, we cut to the arena, and the fans are explosive tonight. The pyrotechnic display goes off, which makes the fans get even louder than before. After another minute or so, we cut to the commentary table at ringside.
Gould: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my partner, Jim Torres!
Torres: It's a great night Gould, and it's only a great night because my favorite superstar, Jordan Keyser, reigned supreme at Heatwave, taking the NAW Championship for himself in a highlight reel of a match against former NAW competitor, Virgil Keenan.
We cut to see some stills from Heatwave's main event, a picture of Jordan locking in a Boston Crab, a picture of Virgil connecting with a backbreaker, and a picture of Jordan taking Virgil out with a clothesline. We then see a picture of Sparkman on the ramp, and a picture of the brawl on the outside from Heatwave. We then see a still of Jordan holding the belt while Gunner, Sparkman, and Tyson Phoenix stand in th ring with him, then a still of Jordan laying out Sparkman with the belt.
Gould: That was an awkward moment from Heatwave to say the least, and I hope we can get some clarification on what that was all about later tonight.
Steele Matthews vs Willy Seaman
The talk is interrupted by a little bit of static, as the screen lights up and "Cult of Personality" plays over the PA. The crowd boos, remembering the harsh words of Steele Matthews recently, bagging on everyone he could get his hands on. Matthews appears on the stage from behind the curtain, alonside his wife Tori, and their bodyguard Curtis Hughes. He smirks with that oh so arrogant smirk, and starts on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tori Matthews and Curtis Hughes, from Los Angeles, California... He is the Mass Manipulator.... Steele Matthews!
They make it to the ring and Matthews climbs up onto the apron, while Tori and Cutis take the stairs. He hops into the ring and they follow, heading to a far corner on the other side of the ring. There, Matthews leans into the corner while Tori massages his shoulders and he and Curtis have a quick pep talk as his music fades out. The crowd waits in anticipation as "Snakes" by No Doubt hits. The crowd boos again, also knowing who this is, and after a few seconds, we see our first glimpses of "Slick" Willy Seaman, and his father/manager, Andrew. They stand on the stage for a few seconds, both of them with huge smiles as they start down the ramp. Willy stops to listen for a taunting fan, and he looks at the fan, shouting back at him.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan.... Accompanied by Andrew Seaman.... Slick Willy Seaman!
Willy looks at Matthews through the ropes as he climbs up the stairs and gets into the ring, across from Steele. The two stare each other down, and Mark Lansing calls for the opening bell. The two competitors move in to the center of the ring, and lock up. Matthews pushes Seaman back, and they get to a corner. Matthews looks to kick Seaman a few times, but Seaman shoves him a few steps away. Matthews charges at him, and Seaman ducks under a lariat. Matthews is agile enough to hop onto the second turnbuckle and turn around with a springboard off of them and hit Seaman with a forearm smash, and he does a forward roll onto his feet, giving Curtis and Tori a nod before turning around. Seaman gets up and is met with a shot to the midsection from Matthews, then he is whipped to the ropes. He comes back and takes out Matthews with a lariat, and the crowd pops quick for the shot. Willy picks Steele up and throws him into the corner, then hits a running Dropkick which hits Steele right in the chest. Willy picks Steele up and knees him in the ribs a few times before planting him into the mat with a DDT and covering.
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Kickout!
Gould: Awesome debut here for both men. Some great competition in the ring, gotta admit it whether you like these guys or not.
Willy gets to his feet and sees his dad spouting some encouragement, which gives him a bit of a morale boost and he goes after Steele, who is pulling himself to his feet, and throws some right hands to cause Steele to lean on the rope. Willy keeps up with the right hands, then hits a Clothesline that sends Steele spilling over the top rope. Willy takes a few steps back to catch some breath, and the count starts. (.....1 .....2) Steele starts to pick himself up, and while Lansing is looking outside at Steele, Curtis moves over behind Willy and pulls at his ankles, causing Willy to land flat on his face. Andrew yells across the ring at Curtis, who just shrugs his shoulders and Steele comes over, stomping on Willy's chest a couple times before going for a cover of his own.
ONE
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T--Kickout!
Gould: Good to see that we're gonna try to cheat to win here in our debut. That totally looks promising.
Torres: It's only cheating if you get caught, Gould. You know this by now.
Steele picks Willy up and whips him to the ropes, then leans forward looking for a back drop, but Willy comes and hits Steele with a boot to the head instead, laying him out to another big crowd pop. He grabs both of Steele's legs and holds them up, then stomps between them at the lower abs/upper groin area of Steele before throwing the legs to the ground, and walking up toward his head and dropping an elbow. Willy covers Steele for another attempt.
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout!
Gould: Man, what's Willy gonna have to do to pick this win up tonight?
Torres: Well, he's gonna have to be better, and to be better, you actually have to be good to begin with, so yeah...
Willy picks Steele up, whipping him into the ropes, and when Steele comes back, he is greeted with a spinning backfist, and another pin attempt, but manages another kickout again. He picks Steele up and goes for a huge right hand, but Steele ducks and Willy winds up punching Lansing on accident. Lansing gets up in Willy's face, and Willy shoves him back, then Willy turns around, being met with an Enziguiri from Steele. He throws some right hands on his downed opponent, then gets to his feet and smiles. He lifts Willy up, and looks to be seeking the end to the match, but WIlly's dad hops up on the apron for a distraction, and Steele drops Willy! Willy gets to his feet and is ready to strike, but is caught up in the ropes by Mr. Hughes, who holds onto him while Steele kicks him in the gut as the ref is still distracted by Willy's dad. They get too ahead of themselves though, as Lansing turns around and sees the two teaming up on Willy as he calls for the bell.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification, "Slick" Willy Seaman!
Hughes gets into the ring now as the music cuts and picks Willy up, sending him hard to the mat with a powerbomb. As Andrew gets in to check on his son, Hughes fakes a step as though he's going for him, and Andrew slides out of the ring quickly as the three, Steele, Hughes, and Tori all share a laugh and leave the ring before Andrew gets back in to help Willy to his feet as we go to a commercial break.
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We return from commercial to the arena just as the lights dim. King of Kings by Motorhead hits the speakers, and pyrotechnics create gold x's across the stage as the new NAW Champ Jordan Keyser makes his way to the ring. He's wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, with a black shirt and a gold tie.
Gould: Here we go! This will be the first time we've heard from our new champ since Heatwave. I wonder what he has to say?
The crowd boos relentlessly as Jordan walks slowly to the ring. The champ ignores the boos, waving and posing like he's in front of adoring fans. Jordan hoists the belt over his head as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, then lays it over his shoulder as he climbs into the ring and takes a mic from ringside.
Keyser: Good evening, you worthless pack of morons.
Jordan chuckles as the crowd boos louder.
Keyser: Yeah, booo. Idiots. Listen, you've been given a golden opportunity tonight. You get to sit in the presence of the greatest wrestler that will ever grace the halls of the NAW. You get to tell your children and grand children that you got to witness Jordan Keyser in his first ever appearance as NAW Champion.
By this time, the crowd is beside themselves, booing and screaming obscenities at the ring. Jordan just smiles.
Keyser: So, from the bottom of my heart, NAW fans...you're welcome.
Jordan waits for the crowd to settle down.
Keyser: I came out here for a reason, though. I can see a problem coming for the NAW. The best wrestler on the roster holds the belt, which is as it should be. But, I look up and down the roster, and there's not a single person with the resume, the credentials, or the skills to deserve a shot at this title. So, for the foreseeable future, you and I, dear fans, will be forced to endure one pitiful excuse for a challenger after another as Alex Morgan tries desperately to keep his biggest title entertaining.
Jordan holds up the belt again, as if to illustrate which title he's talking about.
Keyser: Now, you and I both know this is a problem. It's bad for business. I mean really, how many fans are going to tune in to watch the Executioner administer yet another beatdown to the likes of Joe Martinez, Trent Brown, or Sebastian Jankowski? Who the hell is going to buy a ticket to watch the perpetually angry James Weck, or the completely cliche soldier with PTSD get their ass handed to them over and over again by yours truly?
Jordan holds out his arms, waiting for an answer.
Keyser: Exactly. Nobody. Unless...unless the champ, the one that wins all these matches, the unstoppable force on a roster full of moveable objects, makes it entertaining. So, that's why I'm out here tonight. I am here to give you my word, each one of you. I promise you, no matter how many Nightkrows, or James Faulds, or Slick Willy Sperms I'm forced to face, I will always make it entertaining. I will stand in this ring, night after night, and I will pretend that my opponents actually have a shot at beating me. I will make believe that each one of them has the talent to be able to face me, and when I win, it will be our little secret that not a single one actually had a chance to win. I will put on an acting performance worthy of a goddamn Oscar, and a year from now, when I stand before you with this belt still around my waist, we can all pretend that it's been a hell of a run.
Jordan smirks.
Keyser: So, even though the reality of the situation hasn't changed, your champ is gracious and benevolent, and I will make sure that you simple minded apes get your money's worth, each and every night.
Jordan pauses, and suddenly Tom Sawyer by Rush hits the speakers. Jordan glares up at the ramp and Alex Morgan makes his way down to the ring. Alex stops about halfway, adjusting his signature bow tie before finishing his way down, grabbing a microphone out of a hand that can be seen reaching on camera and going up the stairs as his music fades out. The crowd settles down quickly and Alex clears his throat.
Morgan: Alright, hold it right there, Jordan. I know that you're one hell of a wrestler, and won't give up the opportunity to put a beating on someone. And I know that you would have won that match without the help of your little friends who came to save the day.
Jordan is seen talking, inaudibly, but saying "Yeah, they weren't needed" and Alex nods in agreement with him.
Morgan: But the fact remains, that we need to decide on a number one contender for that championship you've got there, to take you on in the middle of the ring at Hall of Fame. And what better way to decide that than a number one contender tournament?
Huge pop from the fans and Morgan waits a few seconds as they begin to settle down quickly again.
Morgan: Next week, we will see four matches, featuring the eight men in this tournament, as well as another match or two. These eight men will include Sebastian Jankowski, Trent Brown, Nightkrow, Joe "Madman" Martinez, Patrick Sparkman, Thad Jefferson, Adam Stryker, and James Weck!
The crowd pops at Jankowski, Nightkrow, Stryker, and Martinez, but gets mixed at Brown, and it's all downhill for Sparkman and Jefferson. Jordan and Alex stare each other down for a few seconds.
Keyser: Alright, Morgan, fair enough, I'll play your little game on one condition. I get to be the special guest referee in the tournament's final match.
Morgan looks at the fans moving his head around while in deep thought.
Morgan: Sure, that's no problem, go ahead. In three shows' time, you will be the special guest referee in the number one contender's tournament finals, and will be the deciding factor on who you face at Hall of Fame.
Morgan drops his microphone and heads to the back to the tune of "Tom Sawyer" and the crowd continues cheering as we cut to a quick commercial break.
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Weck vs Marshall vs Jefferson
We come back to the arena as "Khyber Pass" by Ministry begins to play. After several seconds, we see Thad Jefferson come out from behind the curtain, cigarette in his mouth. A few fans boo the smoking, and he shrugs, tossing it to the stage and outing it with his foot. He takes a few steps up onto the ramp as a crew member runs and grabs the butt, throwing it onto the floor below. Jefferson starts on his way down the ramp, looking back and forth at the fans in their mixed reaction toward him.
Rebecca: The following match is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Bossier City, Louisiana.... Thad Jefferson!
Thad nods to her with a smile and gets into the ring, walking around the ring in a circle as his music fades out and is replaced by "Sparkle and Shine" by Econoline Crush. Ace Marshall appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, an almost sincere yet cocky smile on his face. He holds his arms up to soak in all the cheers that aren't coming, and finally shrugs and points to himself before starting on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from San Antonio, Texas.... Ace Marshall!
Ace gets down to the bottom of the ramp and looks in at Thad. He hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring. He looks at Thad and walks across the ring to one of the turnbuckles on the commentary side of the ring. He gets up onto the second rope and holds his arms out, then takes off his overcoat and tosses it onto the table. He hops down and stares at Thad as he walks across the ring from Thad, when his music is interrupted now by "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed. Weck appears on the stage, a man on a mission. He holds his arms up for a second, staring down at the ring, and the two men in the ring look back and forth at each other and then Weck.
Rebecca: And their opponent, from Paramus, New Jersey.... James Weck!
Weck heads down the ramp and gets up onto the ring apron, then appears to be looking around for something in the audience. Suddenly his eyes become full of anger as he shakes his head, getting into the ring. He goes toward the center of the ring, and Eddie Higgins holds him back from the other two, telling the three men to get to their corners. Weck doesn't listen though, and he pushes back against the arms of Eddie Higgins, as he and Thad Jefferson share words. Ace Marshall does go to his corner, ready for the match to start, while Weck and Thad keep arguing. Finally Weck has had enough and he throws a punch to Thad, and Higgins calls for the bell and hurries out of the way. Weck and Thad share right hands, and Ace just stands in his corner, watching.
Torres: Well...that escalated quickly.
Weck punches Thad into a corner, and holds him there, putting an arm onto Thad's throat, and steadily applying more pressure. Higgins gives him a five count before trying to get Weck off, and Weck looks at him with rage. Higgins doesn't back down though, which sort of confuses Weck. Weck finally turns around and is met with a dropkick from Ace, who had been waiting for a chance to strike. Weck hits the mat and Ace turns his attention to Thad, whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle. He charges after and Thad puts a foot up, his sole hitting Ace in the gut. He grabs Ace by the hair and smashes his face into the turnbuckle, then plants him with a DDT. Thad gets up and turns to Weck, who is charging his way. He leans forward and hits Weck in the midsection with his head, then takes this opportunity to plant Weck with a DDT as well.
Gould: This is an incredibly physical matchup, and it looks like it could go any of three ways here, although Ace really hasn't put a whole lot in yet.
Ace runs over and hits Thad with a lariat, then stomps on Weck a few times. Weck catches his foot though on one stomp, and twists it, causing Ace to twist and fall to the mat onto his back. Weck holds onto the leg and rolls Ace over, locking in a Boston Crab. Ace looks like he might be ready to give up quickly to save his leg and back when Thad comes over and boots Weck in the face to force him to let go. Ace rolls out of the way as Thad pulls Weck to his feet and throws him into the corner, hitting him with some hard chops. Weck stops him though and gets out of the corner, throwing a right hand of his own. Weck tosses Thad over the nearby ropes, but Thad catches it and lands on his feet on the apron, turning to Weck who goes for a lariat, but he ducks and headbutts Weck in the gut, then jumps over the top rope with a flip to slam Weck to his back.
Torres: Great move by Jefferson, gotta admit. Weck looks like he could snap at any time and kill everyone in the ring if he wanted though.
Ace gets into the ring to attack Thad from behind, but Thad turns just in time to avoid a bulldog, and he turns to Ace who whiffed that and kept running, and lifts him up, falling back and causing Ace to land face first with a flap jack. Thad gets to his feet and hits Weck hard in the head as he gets to his feet, and Weck swings back. The two share right hands until Weck locks his arms around Thad and tosses hiim across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. He goes to cover Ace Marshall, but Thad is to his feet and breaks up the count before it even starts. He picks Weck up and hits him with a few repeated right hands, then whips him into the corner, turning his attention to Ace, and tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring. He goes over to Weck and hits him with some right hands after climbing up onto the second turnbuckle, and gets down, pulling Weck to the center of the ring and dropping him with a DDT. He picks Weck up, and Weck shoves him, then hits him with a lariat, and both men lay on the mat to catch a quick breath.
Gould: Quite a hard fought battle here, both of these men are really out to prove their worth.
Weck gets up first and looks down at Thad, who crawls over to the rope and pulls himself up, and Weck hits him with a few chops as he leans on the ropes, then he whips Thad to the other ropes, and when Thad comes back, he ducks a Clothesline and dives out of the ring to take Ace out, who is just getting to his feet. This gives weck a chance to catch his breath as Thad whips Ace face first into the turnbuckle post from the outside, which levels him and possibly knocks him totally unconscious, and Thad gets back into the ring as he gets up and the two men alternate right hands again in the center of the ring. Thad steps back and kicks Weck in the midsection, then hits repeated knee lifts to the face of Weck, then a double knee that levels Weck and Thad goes down smoothly, rolling backward and getting to his feet. By this time, somehow, Ace is to his feet, and he pulls at the ankles of Thad, one on either side of the ring post, and he pulls back to the guardrail, slamming Thad's groin into the post, and he slides into the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle, but Weck hits him in the ribs quickly, dropping him onto the turnbuckle. He pulls him off of it over his shoulders, marches to the center of the ring in a great show of strength, and drops Ace with the Wecking Ball! He lays back and hooks the leg, keeping eyes on Thad, who is slowly getting to his feet.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE/BROKEN UP!
Gould: I think he got the win!
Torres: No, it was broken up!
The crowd waits on their feet as Lansing gets out of the ring and walks over to the timekeeper's table, where they were just watching on a monitor. He discusses it with the timekeeper, then nods, and the bell rings.
Rebecca: The winner of the match, James Weck!
Thad stomps on the mat angrily and Weck rolls out of the ring, holding his ribs as he breathes heavily, and smiles as he gets back behind the curtain.
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*Our camera cuts backstage, to a nearly empty locker room. There is only one man sitting on a bench. James Weck has singlet top pulled down, and is bent over unlacing one of his boots, when there is a nocking noise behind us, and we can hear a door being opened.*
Weck:"Mitch, I'm not surprised you came to seek me out! Listen brother, I hate to disappoint, but I didn't take out Jefferson for anything he did to you or Rebecca. I did for everything I have been saying since I got here. I have no issue with you, but that doesn't make us friends or anything either."
*The camera turns to reveal Mitch Thompson standing in the doorway to the locker room, unamused. His hands are on his hips as he stares at Weck, not sure how to take what he had to say.*
Thompson:"Trust me Weck, I don't need you, or anybody else on the roster, to do my dirty work. If I had thought I needed to send Thad a message, I would have done it myself. I'm not at this post by asking for back-up, I'm here to keep an eye on every on the roster. And that includes you. You have a visitor."
Weck: "A visitor? Wait wait wait, I have "a visitor"?! Where are they, I've been waiting for this all along! I told everyone they would be coming, I told them they would have someone here! Bring me to them, I hope you've been taking care of them."
Thompson:"Well James, they are waiting in the hallway. I've had them waiting there for a pretty decent clip of time now. When he told me who he was, I wasn't sure how you'd react. I figured it was best to just put him somewhere until you were ready to see him."
Weck:"Put him somewhere! You big, stupid, fucking oaf!! Do you pay attention to anything the people on this roster say, to anything that I have said! I am sure that the gentleman out there is a representative of USA wrestling, and is waiting to welcome me back with open arms! What the hell is your problem Lurch?!"
*Thompson grits his teeth, and stays put as James gets right up into his face*
Thompson:"I think you better just go have a look out in the hall, Weck."
*James angrily storms out to see his guest. Two seconds later, he comes roaring back into the locker room, past Mitch, and slams his fist into a locker.*
Weck:"What the fuck is that Thompson?!? Is that your idea of a joke? I thought your job was security!! This is the biggest outrage... FUCK! Get out of here, get him the hell out of here! I have no idea what the hell you were thinking, but you were wrong. Just get rid of him, I don't give a shit how. You seem like a pretty tough guy, take care of it. You have two options. Either you get him to leave, or I do. And I guarantee, if I get him to leave, your backstage area here will be a much more violent place than it has ever been before. Remember that, Thompson, I'm letting you take care of this your way, but if you don't take care of it, soon, what I do will be enough damage to get your ass fired!"
Mitch Thompson closes the door to the locker room, and the camera fades away with the image of James Weck stewing, pacing around the bench.
Randy Reaume vs Zealot
We come back to the main arena and the crowd sets their eyes to the stage as we hear the song "Something New" by Rev Theory play. The crowd is very mixed as we see Randy Reaume appear on the stage, wearing his trademark hat and "Anti-Hero" cape. He holds his arms out as a few fireworks go off on the pyrotechnic display, and he smiles. He starts to make his way down the ramp, staring down some of the fans who are loudly cheering him, as well as the ones who are loudly booing him.
Rebecca: The following match is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.... The Anti-Hero.... Randy Reaume!
Randy takes his cape and hat off, tossing them out into the crowd, and he climbs up onto the apron, looking around with an arrogant smirk on his face. He gets into the ring and goes to a far corner, testing out the ropes, and he faces the stage, getting himself stretched and ready to go, as his music fades to make way for the eerie pipe organ sounds from "Reign in Blood" by Slayer. The crowd immediately starts to boo as a red light takes over the blackened arena. A hooded Zealot is seen coming from behind the smoke that now covers the stage. He stops at the end of the stage, looking out at the crowd before holding his hands up to his chest as if to pray.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania.... Zealot!
Zealot slowly makes his way down the ramp and to the ring, sliding slowly into the ring under the bottom rope. He crawls to the center of the ring, getting to his feet and raising his hands in prayer once more before taking his hood off. He stares up at the sky, then backs into his corner and locks eyes with Randy.
Gould: Here we go, we have the lights back, and we're about ready to see some one on one action between two relatively new signings. Pretty exciting, eh?
Torres: Yeah, except for the fact that it's like a loony bin in here, based on the guys that Alex Morgan signs. Seriously, look at these two clowns.
After both men finish getting ready, Mark Lansing calls for the bell, and they move in to the middle of the ring, looking to lock up. They do, and Zealot uses the fact that he is ever so slightly bigger to his advantage, putting his weight into it and managing to take Randy off his feet and slamming him to the mat. Randy hops to his feet again and ducks a Clothesline, running to the ropes, coming off of them and hitting a crossbody. He hops up and looks to drop a knee onto Zealot, who rolls out of the way and gets to his feet quickly. They circle the ring, and Randy goes to take out one of Zealot's legs, but he sidesteps, and turns around quickly, locking in a Full Nelson as he lifts Randy off of his feet and slams him onto his neck and upper back.
Gould: And Zealot once again looks to be a force to be reckoned with, and is ready to see if he can pick up his first win.
Zealot grabs Randy by the hair and looks to whip him to the ropes, but Randy stops himself and reverses it into his own whip, and Zealot goes to the ropes, comes back and is hit with a Dropkick from Randy. Randy crawls over and covers, but Zealot kicks out almost instantly. He punches Randy, who is right in his face, and this causes Randy to drop down and roll away. Zealot grabs Randy by the hair and pulls him to the corner, slamming his face into the top turnbuckle, then he does it again. He tosses Randy over the top rope and out of the ring, standing in a corner and waiting. Randy pulls himself up with the help of the apron, and he slides into the ring, only to have Zealot stomp on his back repeatedly before he can get to his feet. Zealot picks him up, kneeing him a few times before planting him to the mat with a DDT. Zealot covers him quickly.
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TW-Kickout!
Torres: The guy might be crazy, but Zealot is definitely showing us all tonight that he's here to win some matches.
Zealot keeps the aggression going for a minute or so with some quick technical stuff, and the crowd eventually starts to back him based on performance alone, although when he gets to his feet after another Reaume kickout, he kneels over Reaume in prayer, and the crowd starts to boo him again. Reaume lands a right hand on him from out of nowhere to keep this thing alive, and Zealot looks to hit him back, but Randy grabs his arm and sends him to the mat with an Arm Drag. Randy hops to his feet and runs to the ropes, jumping up and hitting a Springboard Shin to Zealot's head, and he keeps going, doing a forward roll across the mat, keeping his momentum as he runs to the other ropes, springboards off with a moonsault and he hooks a leg.
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Kickout!
Gould: Randy keeps this thing going for himself, showing that he isn't just gonna let Zealot walk all over him.
Torres: He's gonna have to do more, I'm still liking Zealot here, crazy or not.
Reaume throws Zealot out of the ring, then runs to the other side, diving over the top rope and hits Zealot, taking them both out. They start to battle up the ramp as Lansing counts the count out. At eight, Reaume turns to run back to the ring, but is tripped by Zealot, and both men wind up not making it back in time.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen the match has been ruled a no contest due to a double count out!
The crowd boos as the men continue fighting and we go to commercial
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Chaos Championship
When we get back to the arena, the crowd cheers loudly as "Whatever Happened to my Rock n' Roll" plays. The crowd gets into it and after several seconds, we see our first glimpse of Adam Stryker.
Gould: Here's Adam Stryker, and a scheduling conflict at the dojo forced him to drop out of the pay-per-view!
Torres: So he says. He was clearly afraid.
Stryker looks around at the fans who cheer him on, and he smiles. He does his signature taunt, the cut throat, and starts on his way down the ramp, slapping a couple hands but still maintaining a serious demeanor. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and looks around, then gets into the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Chaos Championship! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California by way of the Stryke Dojo.... Adam Stryker!
Stryker gets into the ring and looks around at the cheering fans as his music fades and we fade into the intro to "Fight Fire with Fire" by Metallica. The lights are black with purple and green spotlights swirling around the arena. The crowd goes nuts as the lights come back on and we see Nightkrow dressed in his normal attire, but with the Chaos Championship around his waist.
Gould: And here he is, folks, our very own Chaos Champion!
Nightkrow starts on his way down the ramp, slapping a few hands and stopping at a fan who is wearing his trademark purple jacket. They stare each other down for a second before both of them simultaneously shout "CAAW!" The crowd pops for the moment and Nightkrow gets into the ring, holding the title high before giving it to Eddie Higgins.
The bell rings and the guys lock up, with Nightkrow shoving Stryker into the ropes. He whips him to the opposite ropes, and Stryker comes back, ducking a clothesline and falling between the top and middle rope out onto the apron. He gets to his feet and Nightkrow swings at him, Stryker ducks it and lands a release Northern Lights Suplex that sends them both to the floor on the outside.
Torres: God, it didn't take these guys long at all before they got themselves hurt, eh?
They both get up and start alternating right hands. Nightkrow hits Stryker hard, forcing him back onto the ring apron. Stryker leans on it and Nightkrow rolls him into the ring, getting in after him, but Stryker is to his feet quickly and he kicks Nightkrow in the midsection. He knees him in the head, then hits an Enziguiri in a swift combo of shots that causes the crowd to get to their feet in applause for a couple of seconds. Stryker hurries over and covers Nightkrow.
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Stryker gets up and pulls Nightkrow to his feet, whipping him into the corner. Stryker charges and hits him with a huge corner splash, then pulls him out to the center of the ring and plants him with a DDT. He rolls Nightkrow over and hits him with a few right hands before getting to his feet. Nightkrow gets up onto a knee and Stryker starts hitting him with kicks to the sternum. He ends the series with a Buzzsaw kick to Nightkrow's head, and Nightkrow drops back down, flat on the mat again. Stryker goes for another cover.
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Kickout!
Torres: Wow, Stryker's just looking for a real easy win, isn't he?
Stryker pulls Nightkrow to his feet and holds him for a second before looking for a right hand. Nightkrow blocks it though, and hits Stryker with a right hand of his own, then a series of right hands, backing Stryker into the corner. He backs up and holds onto a rope before kicking Stryker in the ribs repeatedly until Stryker falls into a seated position. Nightkrow backs off and then hits a hip splash into the corner, staying for a second and nodding his head with a smile before finally going to the center of the ring. He lets out a loud "CAAW!" and the crowd pops loudly. He picks Stryker up and pulls him to the center of the ring, kicking him in the gut. He looks for the Krow's Bite, but Stryker is able to get out of the way and roll out of the ring for a second. Nightkrow charges and dives through the ropes, taking Stryker out and sending him into the guardrail.
Gould: Wow, never seen a guy like Nightkrow do something like that!
Torres: He's doing what he needs to do to win, Gould, and I think I would be doing the same exact thing.
Nightkrow picks Stryker up and slams his head into the guardrail, then shoves him toward a ringpost. Stryker stops himself at the post, turning around and swinging an arm at Nightkrow, catching him right in the temple. Nightkrow holds his head and Stryker whips him into the ring stairs before getting under the ring and grabbing a trash can lid. He swings it, hitting Nightkrow in the face with it, which flattens him. He then tosses it into the crowd, and a few fans start to fight over it, and Stryker picks Nightkrow up, bringing him over to the guardrail and getting him tied up in it with his arms. He throws a few jabs to the chest of the helpless champ, then climbs up onto the apron. He does his cut throat taunt and the crowd cheers before he hits Nightkrow square in the chest with a Missile Dropkick that he has no chance at all of blocking to absorb any of the shot. Stryker grabs Nightkrow then and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him and going to the corner, crouching down. As Nightkrow gets up, Stryker looks to hit the Stryke, but Nightkrow sidesteps, grabbing one of Stryker's arms and bringing himself with it, then grabbing the other arm and digging his knee into the spine of Stryker.
Gould: Brilliant awareness by Nightkrow, and this could be the hold right here that sees him retaining the Chaos Championship!
Higgins continually asks Stryker if he gives up, and Stryker keeps shaking his head and yelling that he won't quit. Stryker buries his face in the mat to muffle his shouts, and Nightkrow leans himself forward, applying more and more pressure.
Torres: If Stryker doesn't give up, I'm pretty sure that Nightkrow might be willing to rip his arms clean off to pick up the victory. This could be very bad.
Nightkrow keeps leaning forward, and Stryker throws his head back, hitting Nightkrow in the nose and forcing a break. The crowd reacts loudly to the stroke of luck on Stryker's part, and wrong place wrong time on Nightkrow's. Stryker rolls out of the ring, holding his arms in on his chest to try to alleviate some of the pain, and Nightkrow rolls to a corner of the ring, holding his nose. He gets up and his face is bleeding, and Stryker rolls into the ring. Nightkrow stomps hard on him before locking in the Talon's Grip, and after fighting it for literally two and a half minutes, Stryker taps out.
Rebecca: Your winner and still Chaos Champion.... Nightkrow!
"Fight Fire With Fire" plays and Nightkrow holds his belt high. He turns around and is met with a vicious Stryke from Stryker. Stryker then rolls out of the ring and sets up a table, picking Nightkrow up as "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" plays loudly. He stops and stares as Jenny Smith hurriedly skips down to the ring, getting into the ring with that crazy smile on her face.
Jenny: Adam, didn't your mother teach you manners?
Stryker looks at the dazed Nightkrow, and bites his lip, looking almost somewhat remorseful for half a second.
Gould: I think Jenny is talking some sense into her mentor, telling him that no more damage is really needed, or will it get him anywhere.
Jenny smiles then.
Jenny: Ladies first!
And with that, she hits Another One Bites the Dust, then goes over to the corner, leaning in the middle rope and watching as Stryker hits his powerbomb through the table, tossing the Chaos title down onto him and spitting on him disrespectfully as Jenny blows a kiss to the unconscious champ.
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Gunner Hughes vs Joe Martinez
The crowd goes from loud to absolute silence when we hear a gunshot blast across the arena. As "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple plays, the crowd immediatley starts to boo, which is a new thing for them, but after Heatwave, completely understandable. After a few seconds, Gunner Hughes appears on the stage, followed by Tyson Phoenix, who wears his streets, and what an obnoxious outfit it is. Better left for imagination, really, some might say.
Gould: And here come two of the most notorious men on the NAW roster right now, after the Heatwave incident.
Torres: Notorious? Why? Because they were looking out for the company and had no intentions of letting Virgil Keenan make a mockery out of it by parading the title around like a fun little toy?
Gunner looks at the fans who continue to boo him, not letting up at all, and he shakes his head as he starts to make his way down the ramp, absolutely focused, while Phoenix makes a public spectacle of himself, doing a lot of posing and whatnot. Gunner gets to the bottom of the ramp and looks around again, still shaking his head. He climbs up onto the apron, as Tyson Phoenix sits near the commentary table, leaning back and enjoying himself.
Gould: He's not gonna join commentary for this one?
Torres: No, I think he might have bigger stuff on his plate then talking to you right now, Gould.
Gould heaves a sigh of relief at the revelation that Tyson wouldn't be joining them, as Gunner's music cuts and we hear the opening to "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus. The lights black out and a red light goes all over the arena. The lights come back on and we see the Madman, Joe Martinez standing on the stage, looking around at the fans who are now erupting in cheers for him. He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder, which looks incredibly nice in comparison to his incredibly shabby clothes, and he stares down at the ring at Gunner, pointing his finger right at him. Gunner leans against the ropes in wait as Martinez heads down the ramp. He hands the belt to a crew member off to the side, and they sneak past Tyson, who now leans forward. Madman gets into the ring and licks his lips at the thought of a big fight going down. His music fades, and Barry Lincoln gets into the center of the ring with a microphone.
Lincoln: The following match is scheduled for one fall, is a non-title match, and is tonight's main event! Introducing first, from Oregon, with Tyson Phoenix at ringside.... Gunner Hughes!
The crowd boos, and Tyson Phoenix shakes his head. Not at the fans booing, but at Barry's lack of enthusiasm when mentioning him.
Lincoln: And his opponent, from Aztec, New Mexico.... He is the NAW Television Champion..... Joe... The Madman.... MARTINEZ!
The crowd erupts again and Martinez stares Gunner down. Barry gets out of the ring as quickly as possible, and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell. Both men just stand motionless for a minute, and finally move in and lock up. Gunner is able to shove Madman to the ropes after pushing for a minute, and Madman ducks a Clothesline, coming back. He runs to the opposite ropes and hits Gunner and shoves him off of his feet, and the crowd pops quickly. Gunner gets right back up and they lock up, Madman tossing Gunner with an Arm Drag, and they both hurry to their feet, with Gunner charging and hitting Madman with a lariat, and Martinez just pops right back to his feet.
Torres: God, Martinez is like a freaking weeble in there, he wobbles but won't stay down.
They stare each other down, and lock up a third time, this time Gunner knees Madman in the ribs, then hits him with an Uppercut. Madman stands straight and stumbles back, and as he goes forward, Gunner hits him in the face with a Big Boot. Gunner quickly covers, but Martinez is able to get a shoulder up before the count even starts. Gunner gets to his feet and stomps on Martinez, who rolls out of the way after the first one, and he rolls out of the ring, holding his ribs and letting out a cough. He looks up at Gunner, then slides into the ring. He gets into the ring and gets to his feet before Gunner can get to him, and the two share right hands back and forth. Gunner whips him into the ropes, and he ducks a clothesline, coming back and hitting Gunner with a diving shoulder block. He stomps to his feet and holds his arm out before drilling into Gunner's chest with an elbow drop. He then straightens himself out and hooks a leg for a cover.
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Gould: Some amazing physicality in this match, I think that these guys could do some serious damage to each other.
Martinez uses Gunner's head for support, holding it against the mat as he puts all his weight on it, getting to his feet. He gets up and stomps on Gunner's chest several times before picking him up and whipping him into the near corner. He marches over and throws a few punches before kicking gunner hard in the chest, and Gunner slides down into a sitting position. Madman takes a few steps back and comes running at him with a hip splash into the corner, squishing Gunner's head into the turnbuckle. Martinez moves out to the middle of the ring, turning around, and he does the same thing again, to the crowd's excitement. Tyson looks irritated as Martinez smiles and waves to him. He picks Gunner up and lifts him onto his shoulders with a Fireman's Carry slam, then he covers again.
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Torres: He's gonna have to do a bit more if he even wants to have a chance of beating Gunner tonight.
He picks Gunner up and goes to throw a right hand, but Gunner catches it, pushing it with force that causes Madman's body to turn ever so slightly, and he swiftly gets behind Martinez and connects with a belly to back suplex. He gets to his feet and picks Martinez up, pulling him to his knees. He holds him there for a second and starts to throw some hard punches to the back of his head, knocking him down a little bit more with each one. He toys with Martinez a little bit, kicking him lightly to flatten him. He looks to lock in the Full Metal Jacket, but Martinez fights it enough that Gunner won't even bother with it. He chooses to stomp on Martinez's back instead, and Martinez rolls out of the ring, commentary side. He looks up at Gunner, and Phoenix comes behind him, rolling him into the ring. Higgins runs over and reprimands Phoenix, who holds his arms up, telling Higgins he meant no harm to Madman, and this gives Madman the opportunity to reach in his pocket and throw dirt into the eyes of Gunner! Higgins turns after the fact, and Martinez plants Gunner with a DDT.
Torres: So I suppose he's just gonna get away with that, right?
Gould: Get away with what? No one saw anything, man. Plus it's no disqualification, which is helpful.
Martinez goes for a cover, but Gunner gets a shoulder up, and Tyson claps slightly, looking around at the fans who are all booing. Martinez picks Gunner up and whips him into the corner, running at him and hitting him hard with a corner hip splash. He takes a step out, turning around and hitting Gunner hard with a right hand, sending him right back into the corner. He goes into the corner and leans forward, jamming his shoulder into the chest of Gunner a few times, a small crowd pop after each one. He tosses Gunner out of the ring and slides out himself. He starts to dig under the ring apron as Gunner slowly gets to his feet. He looks at Martinez, who is half under the ring, and grabs him by the leg, yanking him out from under the apron. Gunner picks Martinez up and throws him into the guardrail. He walks over and stomps on Martinez then, picking him up again and scooping him up, slamming his spine into the ring stairs. A fan in the front row boos loudly and Gunner shakes his head at the fan before grabbing Martinez and throwing him into the turnbuckle, then rolling him into the ring. The Madman's head sticks out over the apron. Gunner slams an elbow down into the face of Martinez, who rolls into the ring, covering his face. When he takes his hand away, we see blood coming from his nose.
Torres: Busted the dirty hobo wide open like a champ!
Martinez looks at the blood on his hand, and Gunner slides into the ring. Martinez gets up in crazy fashion, hitting a running Gunner with a Clothesline. Gunner gets up, and Madman hits another. He repeats this several more times before Gunner just stays on the mat. Madman hits a splash onto Gunner, getting up and doing it again. He picks Gunner up and whips him into the ropes, sending him over his body with a back body drop as Gunner comes back, then dropping an elbow into Gunner's chest. He goes absolutely nuts with attack after attack, making Gunner look like an absolute chump for a few minutes, you name it and Martinez probably did it.
Gould: Gunner made a huge mistake, brought the Madman in Martinez out, and he's seeing red and it's not good.
Martinez picks Gunner up and takes a few steps back when he is tripped by Phoenix. Eddie Higgins yells to Phoenix to knock it off, and Phoenix shrugs, saying "Whatcha gonna do about it?" This gives Gunner an opening as he picks Martinez up and whips him to the ropes. He backs up a step and looks for the Buckshot, but Martinez ducks and comes back with a two handed Bulldog that puts Gunner on his face. He immediately locks in the Grinning Crippler, and Phoenix pulls on Gunner's leg, Martinez eventaully letting go as he dives out of the ring, taking out Phoenix. He picks up the chair that Phoenix was sitting on and folds it, hitting Phoenix right over the head with it. He charges at Gunner, looking to swing it, but Gunner kicks him with the Buckshot into the chair, knocking it into Martinez's face! He rolls the Madman into the ring and covers, picking up the pinfall victory, much to the crowd's dismay. "Dead Man Walking" plays, and Gunner looks at Martinez as he gets out of the ring and helps Phoenix to his feet as they head up the ramp, staring down the enraged Martinez. Phoenix decides to run back in, and the two exchange blows. Martinez starts to get the upper hand, and much like at Heatwave, Gunner joins in, then Sebastian Jankowski runs down the ramp to even the odds a little bit.
Gould: This is insane, for two weeks in a row now, we have an all out brawl at the end of the night. What is going on?
Torres: Isn't it obvious? Gunner, Tyson, Jordan, and Patrick want to make a change for the better in this company, and everyone else, for some moronic reason, is resisting it!
Sebastian takes out Phoenix as Martinez hits Gunner with a chair. Phoenix gets to his feet and Sebastian looks for his double knee facebuster, but Phoenix and Gunner get out of harm's way before too much can go on. "A Lesson in Violence" hits, and Martinez and Jankowski stare down the other two men as we cut to black.