Meltdown - San Diego, California (7/30/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The opening Meltdown loop blasts through the arena as the crowd erupts. The camera spins around to Shane West and Dick Harris sitting ringside.

West: Welcome everyone to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! We're ready to roll after being preempted last week! Tonight's card should prove to tear down the house!

Harris: I'm really looking forward to seeing newly crowned champion, Carmen Rivera, take on a surging Young Mannie! He put on a clinic in the battle royal last week and Diamond rewarded him with a non-title match against the champ!

West: We're starting off the show right with a look at two of the newest APW megastars, John Combe and Krunk as they compete against one another and the man who puts the fear in every new wrestler's loins, Mr. Dangerous!

"Real American" hits the speakes. Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain and trips over it, hitting his face on the ramp. After a minute or two, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp. He climbs the stairs and trips while walking through the ropes.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is schedule for one fall, from Long Island, New York...

West: Here we are, opening match up. Mr. Dangerous taking on Krunk and John Combe in their debut.

He does, however, catch himself before he falls. He climbs the turnbuckle's but trips as he's making his way up the bottom. He hits his head on the ring post and is laid out in the ring. Nicky Paige pauses and doesn’t know how to respond.

Paige: Mr. Dangerous!

Harris: And he makes a fool out of himself as always.

He struggles to get back up as “Rockstar” by Dappy begins.

Paige: And his opponent, from Edinburgh, weighing in at 190 lbs, John Combe!

John runs out on stage and looks out the crowd for a few seconds, he jogs to each side of the stage and raises one arm to the fans telling the fans to “Jog On.” He then takes a slow walk down the ramp, ignoring the fans on the way past. He climbs up on the apron and enters the ring, he climbs the nearest ringpost and raises both arms then spits at the fans, he jumps off and walks to the centre of the ring ready for the match. A smirk on his face.

West: The San Diego crowd does not like this new kid.

Harris: They don’t know what they think.

Paige: And their final opponent. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Krunk!

A shattering glass noise comes on before “Kush in the Bamboo” begins, Krunk walks down towards the ring in a slow arrogant way. Lights are flashing as he walks/sprints towards the ring. Some occasions if its another type of match where he notices an opening he'll sprint down to the ring. He slides into the ring, under the bottom rope as he stands on the nearest turnbuckle raising his fist up, extending his middle finger up telling them what he thinks.

John Combe vs Krunk vs Mr. Dangerous

The match opens with Mr. Dangerous walking out to the ring and challenging both men to take him on. Both Krunk and Combe come charging in. Suddenly Mr. Dangerous trips on his own feet falling face first. Krunk and Comb collide with a double clothesline! They both hit the ground!

Harris: What the hell just happened?

West: I have no clue Dick.

Krunk and Combe bounce back up. They collide in the center ring trading blows. Combe beats Krunk back to the ropes and shoots him off, Krunk counters!. He leaps up in the ceter of the ring and catches John Combe with a Lou Thez Press! The fans come to their feet!

West: Crowd getting behind this rookie here.

Mr. Dangerous is up he stumbles toward the fight and falls just as Krunk gets off Combe. Dangerous gets the cover! Krunk spins around when he hears the count.

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Krunk kicks Mr. Dangerous in the back of the head!

West: Mr. Dangerous almost won it.

Harris: That man is a living joke.

Krunk grabs Mr. Dangerous points to the crowd who cheer for him. He launches Mr. Dangerous over the top rope to the outside. Dangerous crashes to the mat. Krunk turns around and Combe hits the dropkick! Krunk rolls back up and is hit with the arm drag, then as he hops back up, John hits the ropes and lands the bulldog. He goes for a quick cover!

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Krunk kicks out. Combe is back up he begins to stomp away at Krunk. The fans jeering as he does.

Harris: Now that is talent.

West: That is disgusting.

Combe picks up Krunk and backs him up into a corner. He
goes to deliver a right hand, but Krunk battles back. He shoves Combe out of the corner then pulls John’s legs out from under him. He quickly catapults the young man into the corner as the crowd comes to life. Krunk gets back up as John Combe stumbles out. He turns and gets hit with a spinebuster, Krunk quickly grabs the legs and stomps the crotch and the crowd cheers wildly.

West: Krunk is building momentum here!

Here comes Mr. Dangerous. But Krunk sense it and ducks the axe handle. Dangerous turns, kick to the mid-section!

West: Ambition. He calls that move “Ambition.”

Harris: I guess he is trying to show some here.

He turns and John Combe hits the Trouble in Paradise! He hooks the leg! The fans boo with disgust as he grins.

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Paige: Here is your winner...John Combe!

“Rockstar” begins to play as the fans jeer at him. He grins and climbs a turnbuckle, raising his arms to the crowd proudly. They don’t much care for him, and they let him know.

Harris: Combe with an impressive win here.

He smirks with pride and gets out of the ring heading up the ramp and backstage.

We cut live backstage to a 1960 Dodge Challenger pulls up in the parking area; as it parks in back entrance. The valet quickly opens the passenger door as no other than Damien Walker, who steps out the door blowing his whistle obnoxiously as the valet holds his ears. DW points and pushes the Valet to the other side as he holds his left ear & opens the driver’s door that is already as expected to be Young Mannie...While Mannie steps out he get quite a warm reception. Mannie smiles as he hands his keys over the valet who gladly gets in the car and drives far away from DW’s whistle, as Mannie shakes his head with laughter. The two walk towards the corridor as they are interrupted by Hannah Storm who tries to get Mannie’s thoughts going into the main event. Hannah rushes with microphone in tow as Mannie stops with DW who is hold his duffle bag. [/i][/color]

Storm: Mannie, Mannie! Could we get your thoughts on going into tonight main event?

Mannie: Well!

[DW interrupts by stepping in front the mic.

DW: All you need to know Honey...Is that Mannie is doing all his talking tonight in that ring from bell to bell and maybe if your lucky, He will address you afterwards but other wise than that, Nothing else is need to be stated. Bye bye! Waving and let’s go!

Mannie & DW makes their exit as Hannah Storm is frustrated once again by the duo. As she stomps and motions for cut as Meltdown heads to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Dirty Hous blares through the arena and the fans groan as the America hating Stefan Raab comes through the curtain. The Killerplauze ignores the APW faithful as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes. Everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to feed their displeasure. The man the grabs a microphone, stand center ring and starts in with the crowd.

Raab: Unlike some wrestlers that have been on a break. I have been wrestling on a PPV event and overcoming the odds. I defeated Angelica and it's going to end up the same result tonight only on that American prick Michael Lively. He hasn't had the greatest of records here in APW and I am going to make his losing streak continue seeing that he has been losing a lot of matches and it's no wonder why on how shit he is as a wrestler and he should've stayed retired in an old people's home but no he decided to piss me off and I am going to win this match tonight over him.

Just then the voice of Michael Lively echoes out through the arena. The fans react to the sound the same way most do with nails on a chaulk board. Raab turns toward the tron to see the self proclaimed savior of Meltdown standing backstage.

Lively: Stefy poo...tonight is the night. You seem to be talking a big game but our High Definition camera's are picking up the slight twitch of nerves in your hands. That's a good sign, you are taking this serious, because there is nothing more important to me then that. I warned you that once you step through that curtain tonight, you are entering a hell like you could never imagine. Welcome to the Nightmare on Your street Raab. I play the part of the leather faced guy with the well manicured razor's, and you the subject of my assault. Like all horror movies Mr. Germany I must first play on your emotions, toy with your head, and attack the heart...

Raab looks at the tron rather disgusted by the Hall of Famer's rude interruption. His feelings quickly change as he and the rest of the arena watch as the camera follows Lively around the corner. There at craft services is the Fizz, Raab's pregnant fiancée. The woman turns around with a plate of salad and fruit to be met by Michael Lively. Raab looks on briefly in horror as Lively smiles devilishly toward the woman.

Raab: Lively...you son of a bitch don't you touch her...

Michael Lively turns toward the camera briefly flashing a smile this time for the man he is set to face later on. The self dubbed JESUS of APW then slaps the plate of food out of the Fizz's hands as she squeals in shock.

Raab: HEY you bastard!!!!

Lively grabs the woman by her hair the rubs her pregnant belly for the camera.

Lively: Raab, you aren't safe, your girl isn't safe...even this unborn child doesn't earn the right of safety!!! When you step to me, you have just drug your entire world into my focus. A focus where I will push you physically, and mentally to a point of breaking!!!

Lively then bends down to whisper to the belly of the Fizz. The crowd erupts in cheers as Raab drops the mic, slides out of the ring.

Lively: Little one, listen close. This is the voice of the man who will take your daddy from you. This voice belongs to the man who will be responsible for you growing up a bastard...when you get big and fat like your Pops you come find me...

Raab: LIVELY YOU ASSHOLE!!!

Michael Lively lets go of the Fizz and tosses her to the ground. He the motions for Raab to come at him. The German now back stage, bum rushes the Hall of Famer and slams him into the table of food. Both men hit the floor creating a mess of the catering setup. Lively eats a few shots before hip sweeping Raab onto his back. The JESUS then rains down a couple of peppering shots of his own. Security rushes on the scene grabbing Lively by the arms. His lip busted open and his eyes look glazed over like that of a possessed man. Other members of security help up Raab who shoves them off as he slides over to check on his Fiancée.

Raab: Are you ok? Is the baby ok?

The woman groans as Lively chuckles disgustingly. Raab's eyes ignite with fire and he turns toward Lively.

Raab: Tonight you pay!!!

Lively grins with pleasure then spits blood on the stomach of the Fizz. Raab jumps up as security restrains him. Lively is drug backward away from the expecting couple. Johnny Diamond arrives on the scene and shakes his head in disgust.

Diamond: What a mess, Lively, what in the hell?

The restrained APW legend rolls his eyes.

Lively: You know what, he entered this hell on his own, and now has to deal with the repercussions.

Diamond almost explodes with frustration pointing at the chaos surrounding them.

Lively: Look on the bright side Mister General Manager...consider this ratings for your otherwise drowning show!!!

Diamond walks up to Lively while security tightens their death grip on the man to ensure the protection on the GM.

Diamond: Drowning show? This show has just produced a number of talent for Overdrive and Asylum...

Lively: Exactly my point, why can't these shows find their own talent? Instead you deplete this roster for the benefit of them, while Meltdown is laughed at, while this show is mocked. The same program that was raided to fill the TOP shows short comings. Your poor management skills will be dealt with Diamond, the judgement for your sins will come to light, in time. First I deal with the fat German!!!

Diamond: You aren't going to create destruction on my show, you aren't going...

Lively: Excuse me? IT'S you that isn't going to do shit!!! You want to fine me, go right ahead, you want to suspend me...well I'm sure Jeff might have something different to say about that.

Diamond: This so called arrangement you and Jeff have will also come to light Lively and when it does, I will be there with my sandals on set to have a party and sip margaritas!!!

Lively then spits toward the GM hitting him in the chest with a wad of blood and saliva. Security drags him off as Diamond about snaps from the disrespect. The camera turns back to Stefan Raab and the Fizz. Raab stands up as EMT's arrive to check on his fiancée and unborn child.

Raab: YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE LIVELY. YOU MADE THIS MATCH FUCKING PERSONAL AND YOU ARE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL AMERICAN BASTARD. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE IN THAT RING TONIGHT.

West: Up next is a “Beat the Clock” challenge match. There will be a series of matches over the next few weeks and the object is to defeat your opponent faster than anyone else!

Harris: The megastar with the quickest finish will go on to Shockwave to face the North American champion, Carmen Rivera!

When the music first hits, the arena lightings goes to a very dark blue. On the stage, a mist begins to cover the entrance. When the rapping begins, Dante reveals himself. As the crowd cheers or boo or whatever, the camera centers on his face which shows him displaying a very strange facial expression. After about minute or so, the mist behind him fades and he begins a slow walk towards the ring. During the walk on the ramp area, he high-fives the fans all the way until he hits the stairs that will lead him into the ring. After climbing the steel steps, the wrestler then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Once he is on the top one, he turns around to the crowd, and in an acrobatic fashion, turns a backflip and enters the ring. After making a few gestures for the fans, he then gets himself ready for the fight.

West: It's time for our first beat the clock challenge!

Paige: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 218 lbs. and representing Tokyo, Japan…Dante!

The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming "I Awake from Madness, One More Time!" As lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. The arena on their feet, cheering.

Paige: From Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

He wears his leather duster and strides through the fog at his knees. Lighting flashing on the screens behind him as they cause more fireworks to explode as he marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly.

Dante vs. Shadow

The match begins in the early going with Shadow taking control of the match. He works tirelessly on the shoulder and neck area of Dante, using his size advantage for additional leverage. He continues to focus all punches, kicks and submission holds towards the same area for a few good minutes. He combines that with a combination of big boots, side elbow smashes and suplexes to daze his opponent. As Dante is down, Shadow locks in the camel clutch and wrenches backwards causing Dante to scream out in pain. However, the “Emo King” begins making his way back to his knees and pushing back up on Shadow. However, the much larger man jumps up and squats down on Dante causing the small of his back to crumble beneath him. Shadow stands tall over the downed Dante and goes to pick him up by the back of the neck but Dante rolls over and plucks Shadow right between the eyes.

West: Shadow’s clutching his face and he can’t see! What a dastardly move by Dante, there!

Harris: I call it good ring psychology, Shane! He’s got to hurry though if he wants to make a good time in the clock challenge!

Dante struggles back up to his feet, and immediately begins the offensive on the hunched over Shadow. He drives several right hands to the temple and kicks him several times in the knees dropping him down to the ground and down on to eye level. Dante kicks him several times, chopping him down, and finally finishing with a kick to the side of the face that causes Shadow to drop down to the mat. Dante rolls Shadow over to the corner and climbs to the top rope before bouncing down with a corckscrew split-legged moonsault that he calls “The Dark Effect.” He goes for the pin…

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Paige: Here is your winner, with a time of 6 minutes and 53 seconds, Dante!

West: Impressive win for the young APW newcomer, Dick! Dante has the time to beat at the moment.

Harris: Shadow spent too much time gloating…he could have had him a couple of times!

The scene goes back stage and the fans in the arena cheer like crazy for Hannah Storm as she stands there with a microphone in hand she smiles at the camera to the reaction of the crowd.

Lady's and Gentleman please welcome back after one week of absence due to personal bereavement Yarmouth.

The camera spans the crowd as they chant welcome back, Welcome back the camera then goes back to the titron and the crowd cheers even louder when Yarmouth walks into camera shot, Yarmouth gives a smile and nods to the camera.

Yarmouth how do you feel since the death of your Nan and are you ready to come back to in ring action?

Yarmouth takes a deep breath and then rubs his fingers through his hair.

First of all I would like to take this opportunity to thank Johnny Diamond for letting me have the time off to be with my family and as for your question to be truthful am still hurting inside I was very close to my nan and it is hard but the best way to move on is by getting back in that ring and doing what I love for these great fans right here in San Diego, California.

The crowd gives out a huge pop for yarmouth.

And what is it that you love Yarmouth?

Yarmouth laughs a little then looks serious into the camera.

What I love is kicking ass all over that ring and that starts with you Shane Borderland you have caught me at the wrong time fella, You see I have not had a fight in or out of the ring inside a week and now am just inching to kick some ones butt and your first in line fella.

You have to admit though Yarmouth Shane Borderland is a pretty tough nut to crack.

Yeah he is I will give him that he finished 3rd in the battle royal last week and that is no easy feet there are some very tough cookies on Meltdown but there is know one as tough as this son of a bitch.

The crowd goes wild as Yarmouth points his finger towards his chest.

How do you feel about not being drafted over to Overdrive or Asylum last week?

How do I feel well pretty damn good this is the place I want to be, This is the place were it all happens and all the big guys, The world champs from the other so called big shows want to turn up and be on this show but hey guys your not good enough to be on the number one show in APW and that is Meltdown, But I will say this that I wish all the three guys and gal's that got there so called promotion all the best of luck and especially our former champ Evan Envi.

The crowd boo's loudly to the name of Evan Envi.

Hey don't boo the kid he did a good job until he got drafted and then lost the belt and his first match so Envi I will see you very soon back on Meltdown fella.

To some things up Hannah I am looking forward to getting back in that ring in the arena and ripping the head off some poor git who calls himself Shane Borderland.

Yarmouth then storms of screen as the crowd again start the welcome back chant as we go to commercials.

[Johnny Rebel]

As the scene slowly fades back on from a commercial break, we are standing in the corridor of the Balboa Stadium. All of a sudden Shane Borderland is seen walking through the arena. Shane West walks up to Borderland with mic in hand.

West: Shane Borderland. Care to have a chat?

Borderland: Go ahead West.

West: Well i was wanting to know how you felt about your opponent tonight, Yarmouth.

Shane smiles towards West.

Borderland: Well lets put it this way West. This guy has no chance in hell walking out victorious. He would have to be the luckiest person i know to beat me. But thats something Yarmouth doesnt have. If he fell into a bushel basket full of titties, he would come out sucking his thumb. He has really no idea what he is up against. I really dont think he has ever been in a match with a man of my caliber.

West: Who knows Shane. All we do know that he has come along way from where he use to be. He has improved on every skill possible. He has become a well known name in the APW industry right now.

Borderland: I really dont care if he has held every damn title in APW West. I will still put him in his place. He might have gotten better, but hell almost everyone does after being in here for a minute. I know Yarmouth has potential, but he would have to be god himself, and im not talking about Lively either, to beat me. He has along way to go to be as good as i am. I still cant believe that he thinks he actually has a chance. The only thing that he will be doing is....

All of a sudden something catches Borderlands eye. We turn to see what it is and its none other than the former APW World Heavyweight Champion Jason Kash. We turn back and Borderland stands there motionless. Just watching every single step Kash makes. We turn back to where Kash was last seen and he stops mid tracks. He glances over at Borderland, not knowing he was standing there. He looks straight ahead, then real quickly he turns and stares at Borderland again. Kash gives off a shit eating grin towards Borderland, then he takes off walking through the arena. Borderland is standing there in amazement, to why he would see his former tag partner doing on a Meltdown show. West turns towards Borderland and raises his mic up to his mouth.

West: Shane? You alright?

Borderland still stands there rubbing his chin and looking off into the distance where Kash was seen.

West: Shane? HELLO?

Borderland: Just what the fuck is he doing here? Umm sorry West, got to go.

Shane Borderland takes off walking through the arena, in the same direction he seen Kash go. West stands there scratching his head as Borderland disappears in the halls.

Harris: I can't believe Kash is here on Meltdown! We need more former heavyweight champions to represent! Hopefully Shane will stick around in the back and let me call this match solo!

Dirty Hous hits the sound system for the second time tonight. Stefan Raab comes out through the curtain wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers. The German ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes. The man does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for his opponent.

Paige: From Cologne Germany..."THE KILLERPLAUZE" STEFAN RAAB!!!!


Then the lights dim and what seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose.


Paige: From Las Vegas by way of Fort Lauderdale Florida..."Your JESUS" MICHAEL LIVELY!!!!


His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. Lively looks up at his opponent with a devilish grin. Raab furious and ready to get after Michael Lively stalks the ring waiting for the Hall of Fame member to enter the ring. Lively motions for the ref to back up Raab.

"THE KILLERPLAUZE" STEFAN RAAB VS "YOUR JESUS" MICHAEL LIVELY

The ref turns and discusses the situation with the German. Lively runs around the side, slides in and blasts Raab in the side of the head with a forearm shiver.

West: What a dirty snake.

Harris: Lively is a crafty veteran. I'd say we can all learn a thing from the example of our Savior.

West: Please!!!

Stefan hits the ropes as the White Lion then knee's the man in the ribs and pounds away at his head with brutal shots. Michael Lively grabs the wrist of his opponent and whips him into the corner. The self proclaimed savior charges at the Killerplauze and lands a leaping knee to the face. Lively backs off as Raab stagers out dazed. The JESUS ducks under hoists the man on his shoulders and drops him in the middle of the ring with a death valley driver. Lively kneels down nonchalantly and places a finger on the chest of Stefan for the cover

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Shoulder up by Raab

Stefan slaps Lively in the face breaking up the pin.

West: Oooh, Stiff slap by Stefan Raab.

Harris: You sound thrilled with that.

West: I am!

Harris: So you are the kind of man that gets turned on by slaps?

West: What...no!!!

Lively stands and Raab kicks the knee of the legend buckling it sideways. Stefan snatches Lively in a small package roll up for a quick pin.

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Kickout by Lively.

West: Damn it...

Harris: Pulling for the German?

West: Yep!!!

Harris: Traitor!!

West: What? No I just hate Michael Lively.

Harris: It's cool you turncoat!!

Both men roll up to their feet, Lively a little gimpy from the knee shot eats a right hand to the face. He then gets doubled over by a boot from the German wrestler who hooks him in a suplex. Stefan stalls the hall of Famer momentarily then drops him on his back in the middle of the ring. Wasting no time the Killerplauze drops an elbow to the chest of Lively, then stands and begins violently stomping boots to the APW Legend. Lively covers up for protection and rolls out of the ring.

West: What a coward!

Harris: Yet when Raab did it in the triple threat it was smarts...you really have turned on America!!

West: Shut up already, I have not!!!

The man calms himself and turns toward the rabid mob of fans lining the guard rail boo'ing loudly. A young man wearing an Evan Envi shirt sticks his thumb in Lively's face pointing it downward in disapproval of the wrestler. Michael Lively takes his pointer finger plugs one side of his nose and blows a snot rocket on the kid.

West: What do you have to say about that classless act?

Harris: Lively was just clearing his airways...he is a serious athlete.

West: Oh my, you are hopeless!!!

The JESUS bursts into laughter as Stefan Raab, who has now slid out of the ring, punches him in the back of the head. He lands again and Lively tries to counter with an elbow. Raab ducks it and as Livley turns around he is lifted up and dropped face first on the ring apron. The Killerplauze slides Lively into the ring and quickly follows him in. Both men stand and Stefan stands behind the JESUS clutching around the man's waist. Raab pops his hips exploding upright. Lively comes off his feet flying backward and crashes hard to the mat with a German suplex. The German performing the trade mark move of his country isn't finished as he rolls to his feet still grasping the Hall of Famer and delivers another brutal suplex. The impact was intense and Raab let's go as Lively lands on his head and shoulders folding in half. The crowd pops from the sound Michael Lively's body made.

West: YES!!! That was devastating!

Harris: Yes it was!!

Stephan Raab rolls the man over hooking the legs for a pin.

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Kickout

Harris: Look at the resiliency of our JESUS!

West: Your Jesus not mine.

Stefan frustrated slams his hand on the mat, then stands up dragging Lively up by his hair. Raab sends Lively for an Irish whip. Michael hits the ropes rebounds as Stefan goes for a clothesline the JESUS slides in between the man's legs. Quickly to his feet Lively kicks the man in the nuts. Raab grabs his jewels and drops to his knees. Lively grabs the man by his ankles and drags him to the edge of the apron. The JESUS slides out and as Raab's legs hang down outside the ring. Lively nut kicks the man's goods into the apron with a big boot. The crowd explodes in disgust, mostly men all feeling the pain.

West: Oooooh!!!

Harris: Aw Gawd!!!

Michael Lively jumps onto the apron, springboards off the rope with a shooting star elbow drop to the back of Stefan's head. Lively jumps up rushes toward the ropes getting a spring in his step then leaps into the air with a nasty sit out leg drop that lands perfectly across Raab's neck. The German rolls to his right clutching his head in pain. Lively outstretches his arms to generate hatred from the crowd.

Harris: I love that pose, so bad ass looking!

West: I think I'm going to puke.

Lively then breaks from his arrogant moment runs towards the ropes and slides out of the ring in front of the announce table.

Harris: Close up time Shane-o

West: Please he should worry about his opponent.

Lively points at Shane West talking trash.

West: Worry about him Lively...maybe then you could actually win a match!!!

Michael Lively then jams his hand inside the crotch region of his tights, rubbing around his genitals. The JESUS then pulls out his hand and flips crotch sweat in the face of Shane West.

West: Holy Shit!!!

Harris: Nah buddy looks like Holy Sweat!!! Hahaha!!!

Lively quickly slides back into the ring as Raab grabs the ropes to help himself stand, his legs wobbly from the ball sack attack Lively delivered moments ago followed by the aerial assaults. Michael Lively grabs the man by the hair kneeing him in the noggin, then once more to drive the point home. Finally the JESUS places Raab in a pile driver position, grabs the mans waist and front flips planting the German's head to the mat with the Lion's bite. The crowd pops.

Harris: Good Lord he is amazing!

West: ...

Harris: Cat got your tongue?

Shane: I think some of it got in my mouth.

Harris: You tasted Lively's sack sweat...oh man that is priceless!!! That's why you should wear a mask!! So helpful.

Lively quickly covers Stefan.


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Foot on the rope.

Harris: Close call...

West: Raab is proving to be a handful.

Lively shakes his head in disgust almost angry with himself leaving that bit of wiggle room for Raab to escape defeat with. Lively stands, brings up his opponent and leans him up against the ropes. Lively open hand slaps the German in his chest. Lively steps back rubbing his belly almost mocking Stefan's stomach region.

Harris: Haha...he's calling him fat!!!

West: That is kind of funny!!!

The JESUS lunges forward with a clothesline. Raab ducks under, as Lively turns around Stefan picks up the Hall of Famer and slams him violently to the canvas with a spine buster. Lively writhes in pain as Raab takes a moment to gather himself. The crowd following this match intently waits for both men to tiresomely struggle to their feet. As they do Lively first swings a right hand that lands. Stefan staggers backward hitting the rope the flies forward answering with a right of his own. Quickly each man tries to gain the upper hand by snatching up a hand full of one another's hair with their lefts and begin swinging rapid fire rights upon each other.

West: Look at this slugfest.

Harris: I am so glad you didn't call it a slobber knocker.

West: Why would I call it that?

Harris: I don't know sounds really queer and just figured you might say something like that.

West: Have you been drinking?

Harris: Nope...but I did get a care package from my buddy Jason Kash!

West: Say no more!!!

The shots start off at a medium pace, then pick up with speed and power. The crowd cheers as the thuds of each shot ring off repeatedly like the clicking of the Wheel of Fortune. Finally both men break with the punch fest 2012 and head for the ropes, they fly back toward the center of the ring. The men collide mid air with a cross body explosion.

West: Really?

Harris: What? They both went for it at the same time.

West: I find that hard to believe.

Harris: What do you think they are doing then, an organized break to catch their breathes?

West: Who knows but I'm just saying it looked suspect to me.

Harris: Have YOU been drinking?

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Harris: I give it to the heavyset Russian, tough guy.

West: He is German!

Harris: What ever Captain Traitor, he's not American so he might as well be Mexican to me!!

West: Aren't you from Japan?

Harris: No comment!! My visa could have issues so how about you keep your lip shut, ok!!!

Lively rolls off almost smiling with pleasure from the effort Stefan is putting forth and the challenge he presents. Lively waits for his opponent to get to his feet, as he does the JESUS grabs the man in a head lock. Raab quickly elbows Lively in the gut two times breaking the hold. Stefan stands up and slips a jab, then a cross, with a left body punch, and follows the combo with a European Uppercut. Lively flies backward to the corner. Backed up Stefan continues his boxing assault on Lively with each shot almost fulfilling his revenge filled rage for what the man did to his fiancée earlier. The Killerplauze stops making Lively his punching bag briefly, and the JESUS just wobbles back and forth barely seeming to be all in the match. Raab hoists Michael Lively to the top rope sitting him there. Stefan then climbs the turnbuckles, with his feet on the top, he drags Lively upright. Stefan ducks a head under Lively's arm and T-Bone suplexes him to the mat. The arena on their feet as both men hit the ring. The force knocks the refs feet out from underneath him. Stefan takes a deep breath and slides over covering the Hall of Fame wrestler.


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Harris: Neither man is giving in...this is a war of the wills, they are both drained.

West: Hard fighting warriors, despite personal opinions.

Harris: Yeah well, I'm hoping someone keels over, that's historic. Calling a match where a guy has a grabber in the ring...now we are talking pay raise!!!

West: You disgust me.

Harris: And I will punch you!!!

West: Come to think about it, you are a professional.

Harris: Thought so!!

Raab shows signs of frustration, and respect all at the same time. He stands up to gather his thoughts as the crowd is ready to watch these two try to further dismantle one another. Thinking over his next move the German watches Lively start to stir. The JESUS gets to a knee. Raab moves in on the the Legend who leaps to his feet, jumps in the air for a flying triangle choke. Stefan bends down and drops to a knee with the APW Legend's legs wrapped around his head and arm. Lively pulls down on the head trying to secure the hold with great pressure. Raab seems like he is fading but does not tap. The ref comes in to check on the German. He performs the trademark wrestling three arm drop gimmick for the crowd.




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Harris: Did his head come off, please tell me he lost his head...that would be so cool.

West: What a sicko!

Harris: Ahhh wishful thinking!

Lively falls to the canvas writhing in pain clutch his throat. Raab lays there trying to come back from la-la land and refill his lungs with air.

Lively stands first, and rapidly stomps at Raab to keep him down. The self absorbed Mega star the climbs to the top rope. The crowd roaring with hatred as he drags his thumb across his throat signaling for the Prelude. Just before the Hall of Famer leaps off his attention is diverted to the ramp. The Fizz comes running to the ring. With Lively's eyes taking off the prize Raab quickly gets to his feet. He scampers up the corner ropes like steps grabs Lively by the head leaping out and nailing him I the center of the ring with KillerCutter. Lively's body hits the canvas with such forces he flips to his back after the initial bounce. Raab rolls up the man hooking both legs.

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Paige: Here is your winner…”The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

West: Yes Lively loses again

Harris: Eh, it was a decent match, I could of done better...they are lucky I'm here at the table.

The Fizz jumps up and down as Stefan rolls out of the ring to hug his Fiancée.

Harris: Pretty sure Lively isn't done poking this guy in the chest, of I were Stefan Raab I wouldn't get to comfortable with the idea this is over.

West: Tell me about it, this Lively is a virus that just doesn't quit.

Michael Lively stands inside the ring holding his head. Stefan Raab holds the Fizz by her hand and waves to Lively mockingly. Just then My Own Summer hits the sound system in the arena, and the crowd explodes to their feet.

West: You got to be kidding me? Please tell me this is true?

Harris: What...who the hell is this...

West: It's....SABUR!!!!

The six foot two inch, two hundred ninety seven pound monster steps out on the entrance ramp as the crowd threatens to blow the roof of the arena. Michael Lively looks taken back as he looks down the ramp to his old nemesis.

West: He's back...I can't believe it.

Harris: Who is this steroid freak?

West: Former World Champion...Sabur. He and Lively never really saw eye to eye.

Harris: Whatever, wake me up when it's over.

The big man walks down the ramp, looks at Stefan Raab almost as if it's ok to jump in the ring and handle Lively. The self proclaimed Savior of wrestling shakes his head as if he wants nothing to do with Sabur. Stefan moves to the side as if saying be my guest.

West: Raab looks like he wants Sabur to man handle Lively as much as I do.

Harris: Zzzzzzzz!!!

Sabur nods toward the German and steps forward pointing toward Lively. The JESUS waves his arms as of asking Sabur to reconsider. The fans roaring with anticipation. Sabur grins and then spins on his heels. He quickly hoists Stefan Raab on his shoulders.

West: What?? NO!!!!

Sabur whips Stefan around to the concrete with a House of Pain (F5). The crowd instantly shifts to a chorus of boo's. Lively slides out of the ring to jump at the side of Sabur. The Irish Hammer hoists Lively's arm in the air as the Fizz checks on her man. The two men who just shocked the crowd walk up the ramp backwards absorbing the hate.

West: I can't believe my eyes!!!

Harris: What happened?

West: Nothing!!! We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

The fans on their feet after what lived up to the hype in Shane Borderland versus Yarmouth. The two made themselves seen by every watching eye in the business with this match and the crowd was in love with the Live Action of Meltdown. Borderland rolls out of the ring under the bottom ropes and holds himself against it's edge. Yarmouth is laying over the ropes taking in deep breaths from the match against Borderland.

Suddenly the crowd erupts yet again as Asylum's Jason Kash comes through the crowd. He leaps over the guard railing and leaps up onto the ring apron and bounces through the middle ropes and enters the ring. Yarmouth pushes off the ropes and turns just in time to see Kash lunging at him with a Flying Forearm shot. Kash begins laying into the much bigger Yarmouth. Repeated rights and a few left uppercuts as Yarmouth covers up and tries to block the barrage of strikes.

Shane Borderland outside the ring watches on and waves them both off and heads to the back. Inside the ring, Kash grabs Yarmouth and whips him across the ring. Yarmouth hits the ropes but on his bounce back, Yarmouth holds onto the ropes and doesn't come back to Kash. Kash rushes in and leaps up trying for another Forearm Smash but Yarmouth shoulder catches Kash and lifts him over, dumping him to the outside of the ring. Kash lands on all fours and pushes himself to his feet, stumbling sideways as he looks into the ring at Yarmouth. The two begin trading words as Security and Road Agents hit the ring and separate the two men from coming to blows again.

Mr. Diamond: Hold on right there..Kash, who gave you permission to even be here tonight? Do you think you can just appear where ever you want? Fine, you want to appear for Meltdown? Good. Next week, Asylum's Jason Kash will return to Meltdown and face Yarmouth!

The fans like the announcement, everyone stands and claps their hands loudly as the Meltdown GM steps out from the back and continues to speak.

Mr. Diamond: In a No Disqualification Match...See you next week Kash, now please escort him out of the building..

West: This is huge news, Dick!

Harris: Jason Kash will be competing on Meltdown next week in a no disqualification match against Yarmouth! Wow!


West: Speaking of Kash, his former partner faces Yarmouth right now!

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms. The crowd erupts for Borderland as his hometown makes sure that he feels the love.

Dick Harris: This guy look's huge, there's gonna be a fight here tonight.

The crowd then give a huge ovation for the returning Yarmouth when The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage.

I don't care about you by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers down to the ramp tagging the fans as he goes down the ramp and climb's in to the ring climb's onto the top turn buckle and waves to the fans in the arena.

Shane West: And speaking of huge Yarmouth is a monster of a man but Borderland does not seem intimidated by Yarmouth.

Shane Borderland vs. Yarmouth

The two men circle the ring and lock up both trying to get the upper hand Borderland kicks Yarmouth in the stomach and then hits a DDT and then drives an elbow to the back of the head, Picks Yarmouth up Irish whips him to the ropes and then hits a Fallaway Slam and goes for the cover.

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Shane West: Borderland nearly had the win early on there.

Dick Harris: It's just a matter of time before Borderland gets the three count!

The fans cheer for Yarmouth as he kicks out Borderland Irish whips Yarmouth to the ropes who then comes back and hits a huge boot to the face, Yarmouth picks up Borderland and shows his strength by hitting Snake Eyes, followed by a running big boot and then going for the cover.

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Shane West: Back and forth this match goes, So close for Yarmouth there.

Dick Harris: Yarmouth got lucky that's all that was.

The fans boo loudly as Borderland gets the shoulder up Yarmouth then Irish whips Borderland to the corner of the ring and starts to pummel left and rights to the head of Borderland who covers his head with his arms, Borderland suddenly snaps knees Yarmouth in the stomach and hits Yarmouth with a huge upper cut stunning Yarmouth and then hits Lights out and goes for the cover.

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Paige: Here is your winner...Shane Borderland!

Shane West: Yarmouth gave it his best shot but Shane Borderland came out victorious here tonight.

Dick Harris: I told you Borderland would win, What a match and Yarmouth back to the drawing board for you kid.

[Johnny Rebel]

The beginning of "Undastatement" airs through the P.A. system for a couple of seconds building anticipation, As Young Mannie pulls a Black&Mild from behind his ear, he lights it and the arena lights cut off as he walks down the ramp as his entire outfit glows in the dark as he holds his hands out while puffing smoke in the air, while the crowd sings the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs.

Harris: I commend these people in the audience… They know every word to this song. Who knew?

West: Young Mannie made his return to Action Packed Wrestling two weeks ago in the Battle Royal! He made it farther than even I personally expected, but ultimately, his opponent tonight won that match and went onto defeat Evan Envi in an impromptu title match later that night.

Nicky Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Washington D.C., standing in the ring weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… ’Mr. 420’ YOOOOUUUUNG MANNIE!

A majority of our audience cheers, even developing a “Mannie” chant, which is quickly obliterated by the sound of Carmen Rivera’s music blasting throughout the PA system.

Harris: THE CHAMP!

West: …Oh, you’re so easy.

"Superhero Heart" began to play over the p.a. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes a "fashionably late" Carmen Rivera with a deviant's snicker on her gorgeous face. She stands atop the ramp on the center of the stage, demanding attention as a few of her fingers run through her long hair. The superficial vixen then begins to make her way down the ramp, careful to avoid touching the extended hands of any fans who were brave enough to try and capture her attention. Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush.

Paige: And the opponent, from SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA…

This earns a predictable pop from the audience, though several of them continue to boo wholeheartedly, knowing who‘s about to be introduced.

Paige: …Weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, she is the APW North American Champion… CARMEN RIVVVEEERRRA!

Carmen struts along the length of the apron, bending into the ring underneath of the second rope. Brushing any sort of wrinkles out of her ring gear, she made her way towards a nearby turnbuckle. Standing on the second rope, her hands glide down her curvaceous figure before she twirls off of the rope, bouncing back to the canvas. Bending over to stretch in the corner, she glanced coldly at the other side of the ring -- almost rabid, awaiting the ring of the bell.

West: As Mannie has mentioned before, he’s stood toe-to-toe in the ring with some of the best-- the likes of Sally Talfourd, Level One--

Harris: And right now, Rivera’s making sure she doesn’t get overlooked!

Non-Title Match
Young Mannie vs. Carmen Rivera ©

West: Whoa!

With the start of the bell, Rivera has rushed forward and taken Mannie to the ropes with a hard Dropkick directly to the nose. Mannie is rightfully dazed and confused, not able to protect himself as Carmen charges him in the ropes, driving both of her knees into his midsection. She holds onto her shoulders and leans back, throwing him overhead with a Monkey Flip! Mannie scrambles to his feet, still disoriented, but Rivera is on the prowl again, charging him to hit a Leaping Clothesline! Mannie staggers, but does not fall-- but as Rivera rebounds off the ropes and comes at him again, she nails a second Leaping Clothesline! This time, she takes Mannie roughly to the ground and hooks the near leg.

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West: A kickout by Young Mannie, just in time!

Harris: Rivera is making sure he gets no breathing room. Maybe SHE should’ve been the one standing toe-to-toe with the best, eh?

West: Don’t count Young Mannie out just yet. I’ve seen what this guy can do-- you haven’t.

Harris: Well, excuse me. Maybe you should call this match without me then!

West: Well, maybe I will.

Harris: Be my guest.

We hear the sound of a headset dropping off, but West does not seem phased. Mannie and Rivera are both back up to their feet with Rivera assaulting him with a flurry of shots to the head and neck area. Mannie is backed into the ropes again.

West: And Rivera continues the onslaught! Mannie’s looking for an opening-- and finds one with a kick to the midsection! Rivera’s down to one knee and… Stiff kick right to the sternum! God, he could’ve caved her chest right in! Mannie with the cover!

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Mannie looks annoyed, but not discouraged at Carmen kicking out once more. He lifts her up by the hair to the chagrin of the referee and points to the ramp, indicating that he’s going to launch Carmen out of the ring. As he goes to do it, however, Carmen shifts momentum in mid-air, grabbing Mannie around the neck as she’s launched over the top-- and hangman chokes Mannie over the top rope! Mannie clutches his throat, staggering back. Carmen shakes off the cobwebs, shakily climbing to the top. She leaps off with a Missile Dropkick, catching Mannie in the temple! Both competitors are down, but Carmen stirs first. She considers making a pin attempt, but pushes herself to her feet instead when she sees Mannie rolling onto his stomach. Carmen reaches her feet two seconds before her opponent and delivers a Bulldog before he can gain proper footing! Mannie’s face is crushed into the canvas and Rivera uses a great deal of strength pushing him over, this time hooking his far leg for a pin attempt.

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West: Even with Carmen’s quick-paced offense and the occasional high-impact maneuver, it simply doesn’t take Mannie as much effort to kick out of these predicaments! He doesn’t have that mass-- that ninety pound deficit lying on top of him for every maneuver. And Carmen’s got him up for the Irish Whip, but-- perfect example-- Mannie makes it look effortless with the reversal!

Indeed Mannie has reversed it and send Carmen into the ropes instead. He bends down, ready to nail a Back Body Drop, but Carmen delivers a hard knee to the jaw instead! Mannie is jerked upright and stumbles back while Carmen rebounds off the ropes, coming at him for a Cross Body-- but he drops her with a Big Boot right to the ribcage! Carmen falls to the ground like a rag doll, clutching her ribs as she screeches out in pain. Mannie drops to one knee, motioning for her to get up, unbeknownst to the North American Champion. When she does finally reach her feet, she turns right into a Shotgun Dropkick! The impact knocks Carmen clear over the middle rope, to the apron, and roughly to the floor.

West: And it’s like these two are one-upping each other with these Dropkicks! Each one gets more violent-- each one more effective! Now the champion’s getting up on the outside and… Uh-oh… What’s Mannie thinking here?

Mannie sprints to the opposite side of the ring, hitting the ropes before returning to the set Carmen was deposited from and leaping over the top, going for the Awesome Dive-- and connects! Mannie lands on top of Carmen and rolls off, groggily pulling himself to his feet, throwing his hands up to embrace the roaring reaction of the crowd. He bends down, picking Carmen up by her hair once again while the referee begins his ten count. It is only a matter of seconds, however, before Mannie rolls Carmen into the ring under the bottom rope and makes his way to the turnbuckles himself, approaching them in a unique fashion so his back is facing the ring once he gets to the top. After doing this, Mannie signals for the end to the crowd and leaps off, hitting a Moonsault across the back of Rivera! He rises to his knees, clapping his hands to show that he’s “done with it” and then pushes Rivera onto her shoulders, stacking her up for a pin.

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Another kickout by Rivera! Mannie does look slightly discouraged this time. While Carmen is quickly showing signs of life, trying to hop to her feet in spite of the pain, Mannie wraps her neck between his arm and his torso in a side-headlock, using his height advantage to add a torque to the move that isn’t normally seen. Rivera is lifted off of the ground in the headlock in two occasions before finally stepping in front of Mannie and falling forward, attempting to trip him up and bring him down as well-- but Mannie regains his footing. He loses his grip, however, and Carmen falls to the ground. She rolls onto her back as Mannie grabs her by the shoulders, hoisting her up-- but again, he doesn’t have a good grip. As he begins to drop Carmen, she grabs his neck in a similar fashion to earlier in the match and brings him down for a Double Knee Facebuster! Mannie falls to his knees, throwing his hands over his face in pain.

West: And here’s the opening Rivera needs! She knows it, and San Diego knows it!

San Diego is indeed beginning to come alive for the San Diego-native, Carmen Rivera. She feeds off of the energy, throwing hair out of her face and giving Mannie a cold look out of the corner of her eye. Once he’s to his feet, Rivera charges the ropes, jumping to the middle to Springboard off and twist back around to catch Mannie off-guard with a Springboard Arm Drag. He is forced to his feet from the momentum and bounces into the ropes. He stumbles back and turns around, hoping to catch Rivera before she can charge him-- but is caught with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors! Mannie is thrown right onto his back, while the crowd cheers the show of athleticism!

West: And San Diego is on their feet! I think Rivera’s thinking about Gucci Shoe Trippin’ here to start to wrap things up! What do YOU think, Dick?

Harris: …

Rivera slaps her knee-pad, methodically, prompting San Diego to clap along, prepared to see the Big Boot. Once Mannie is to his feet and turns around, Rivera charges at him, going for Gucci Shoe Trippin’-- but Mannie narrowly avoids decapitation, ducking under and rebounding off the ropes.

West: And Mannie escapes by the skin of his-- KOPPU KICK! YOUNG MANNIE WITH THE ROLLING KOPPU KICK!

Mannie has indeed flipped through the air, delivering a heel to the temple of Rivera, bringing the North-American Champion to the ground, his leg still on top of her head. Mannie is apparently shocked at his own display and pushes her over, hooking both legs for the pin.

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At the last possible second, Rivera uses all of her power to push Mannie off of her and push herself onto her stomach. She clutches her head, groggily picking herself up to her feet. For a few seconds, it would appear that Rivera has trouble finding her footing. Mannie stalks her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike-- but he never finds it. Rivera throws her hands down away from her head and charges Mannie, delivering the Cartwheel Bomb out of nowhere!

West: MA--

Harris: MAXED OUT! RIVERA OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE CARTWHEEL BOMB! MY GOODNESS, WEST, WHAT A MANEUVER! THE SAME MANEUVER, MIND YOU, THAT WON HER THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE LAST WEEK!

West: …Dick.

Rivera hooks both of Mannie’s legs for the pin, nodding her head along as the referee slaps his hand against the canvas.

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Paige: Here is your winner, Carmen Rivera!

West: Rivera edges out Mannie here tonight in a non-title match as she begins the era of the queen!

Harris: We'll see you next week on Monday Night Meltdown!