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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:22:49 GMT -4
The camera opens up to the Greensboro Coliseum in Greensboro, North Carolina as pyro shoots from the four ring posts. We get close-ups of the fans at ringside and their excitement from being at the next installment of Monday Night Meltdown shows. We span ringside where Shane West and Dick Harris are sitting at the announce booth. West: Welcome to Monday Night Meltdown! I'm your host, Shane West, along with my collegue Dick Harris!Harris: Can't wait for the action tonight as we get a second tag match to decide who advances to the next round of the Test for the Best qualifying rounds!West: Don't forget about Steve Stryker getting a crack at Meltdown's very own North American champion, Evan Envi!Harris: I'm excited about finally seing the in-ring debut of Jair Hopkins! Some great action planned tonight!West: Let's head to the ring as we're kicking off tonight with APW newcomer Gabriel Anslem!Paige: The following match is schedule for one fall. Introducing first: making his debut in the APW, representing Durham, England... Gabriel Anslem!The lights of the arena dim ever so slightly as the opening yells of "Outsiders" hit the public announce system and Gabriel Anselm emerges from behind the curtain atop the stage to a flurry of purple to red to green lighting. As the song plays out, accompanied by a minor chorus of boos from the crows, Anselm begins his decent from the stage down to the ring - his face alight with the features of a megalomaniac and that of one deep in thought. He pauses at the foot of the stage and lowers his head a minor degree. Flipping his hair up Gabriel charges the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope into the middle of the arena's ring. With great haste he rolls forwards landing on one knee, fully extending his arms and hands out to the sides only to be met by a cascade of boos from the crowd. Paige: And his opponent... aggh... this guy, I mean, representing the Hair Club for Men, and actually hailing from Venice Beach, California... "The Mortal One" Bulk Rogaine!Eye of the Tiger hits on the PA system, and Bulk makes his way out from the backstage area. Writhing in pain and holding his back, he limps down the ramp and slowly crawls into the ring. He gets to his feet, circling around the ring, and waving his hand round-and-round in the air. He chooses the loudest portion of the crowd, and does three different flex-poses before ripping off his Bulk-a-Mania T-shirt, and throwing it into the crowd. He then walks over to the corner and begins stretching, already winded and very blown up. West: Bulk must have super strength! He just ripped off his T-Shirt!!Harris: When it's cut like that in the front, a 2 year old could rip it...Gabriel Anslem vs. "The Mortal One" Bulk Rogaine As the bell goes off, Bulk Rogaine flexes and steps towards Gabriel. The newcomer leaps and with a well placed Big Boot, drops Bulk with a Leaping Big Boot. Bulk Rogaine pops up and he begins getting riled up. Shaking like he is going through convulsions. Gabriel Anselm throws a big punch but Rogaine blocks it and counters it with a big blasting shot to Gabriel's face. Anselm stumbles back and Bulk Rogaine steps in and whips Gabriel hard across the ring. On the bounce back, Gabriel ducks a lazy lifting Big Boot from Bulk Rogaine and Gabriel ducks under the boot and hits a Discus Elbow. Rogaine keels over, Gabriel hurries to his feet and hits his "Euthyphro Dilemma" Sunset Driver. Rolling the limp Bulk Rogaine over, Gabriel hooks the leg as the referee slaps the mat.
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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinball, Gabriel Anslem! Harris: Very nice, made quick work of that wrestling joke!West: Impressive indeed! I look forward to seeing him compete again soon."Outsiders" play as Gabriel Anselm gets to his feet and rips his arm from the referee trying to raise his arm in victory. Gabriel drops out the ring through the middle rope but as soon as his feet hit the floor, the theme song to GM Johnny Diamond hits the loudspeakers. Diamond comes bursting through the curtains. Diamond: Ladies and gentlemen, a few weeks ago we started the process of cleansing Meltdown from those who we didn't quite feel had the ability to make it here in the company. A lot of solid talent has been let go, including Sam Parker, Team Terrific and Cyril Cyanide. However, tonight, this one is going to hurt.
The fans seem confused after seeing Gabriel Anslem defeat Bulk Rogaine without much effort. Diamond: Tonight, we continue that process by saying goodbye to an APW mainstay over the past few months. Bulk Rogaine? You're gone!
The fans erupt as Rogaine stands in the center of the ring with a blank look on his face. He shakes his head no and kicks the bottom rope. The fans continue their outburst with the appearance of Mr. Dangerous standing on the ramp next to Johnny Diamond. The crowd begins a roaring rendition of "Hey, Hey, Goodbye!" West: I can't believe it! "The Mortal One" just proved his namesake and has been killed off of APW Meltdown!
Harris: You can't really believe that to be a big surprise. I'm sure that's not the last we've seen of him anyway. Rumor is they are casting for a few of those special movies that you like to order in your hotel room and Bulk seems to be a prime candidate!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:26:41 GMT -4
The scene goes to the backstage area and the crowd starts to cheer loudly as they can see Yarmouth sitting in his locker room. He's tying up the laces on his boots when Hannah Storm comes in to the camera shot, causing Yarmouth to look up and smile at her. Storm: Hi Yarmouth, could we have a few comments before your match tonight in the test for the best qualifier?
Yarmouth finishes doing up his laces stands up and smiles as the crowd cheers for him. Yarmouth: Yeah sure why not?
Storm: You have been put in a test for the best match against "The Soul of Philly" TJ & "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab, how do you think your going to do against them tonight?"
Yarmouth: Well the GM has put me in a bit of a awkward position here Hannah, you see the like of TJ and Raab are very good competitors with a mixture of speed and strength which is all ways a very good combination to have and is quite difficult to combat against but am sure I can over come the odd's but only if my partner Kyle Goodburn is on the same page as me.
The crowd boo Goodburns name. Storm: and what if Kyle Goodburn doesn't want to play ball in this match?"
Yarmouth: Then I fear my chances of progressing forward in this tournament are over and that is not what I want, I want to lead Meltdown into the next era of greatness, This brand keeps on getting better and better each week and there will be one of us representing this brand and going for a world title and I want to be that man. But if Goodburn does not want to play ball then its back to the drawing board for me, Back to square one which is were I don't want to be, I want to be there right at the top of the tree competing for titles like I did last week for the North American championship."
The crowd gives a decent pop towards Yarmouth as he smiles into the camera. Storm: And is Jason Royce going to be here tonight?"
Yarmouth's face turns red with rage as the crowd boo at the sound of Royce's name. Yarmouth: That son of a bitch is history if he decides to show his face in my match tonight and cost me another opportunity then there will be hell to pay."
The crowd cheers as Yarmouth looks at Hannah and she smiles as the camera goes back to ring side. Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Bronx, weighing in at 200 pounds, Jair “the Great” Hopkins!I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme musicThe beat comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkin holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He slap a few of the fans hands on each side. He doesn’t gain much of a pop, but there aren’t any boos heard. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope. Inside, he stands up, again with his arms in the air. He looks around, admiring the view as he takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand. Paige: And his opponent, Shane West: A double debut here tonight for Meltdown. Shadow and Jair Hopkins’ fight matches on Meltdown. Harris: A rookie and a joke. Shane: I don’t see them as that bad. But it will be interesting to watch. 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. Jair Hopkins vs. Shadow
The two men circle the ring once, Shadow stops and claps to get get the crowd going. Hopkins joins in and then they both lock up. Shadow shoves him off! They lock up again, with another shove off! Hopkins rolls back and goes for a third lock up, he ducks under Shadow, two right hands and bounces off the ropes, Shadow counters with a big spinebuster!
Shane: Big a slam by Shadow!
He reaches down and picks up Jair, who fights back with right hands to the stomach!. He breaks free of Shadow, he leaps up and knees Shadow in the face, grabs his head with a big bull dog! Hopkins waists no time. He goes for the cover.
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Harris: What an opening attack from Jair Hopkins!
Shadow gets to his feet and gets hit with a backhand chop! Shadow spins around and Hopkins grabs him around the waist going for a German suplex! Shadow counters! Big elbow to Hopkins breaking the hold. Shadow spins around and hits a hard rich hand. Hopkins pops off the mat and Shadow seizes him , hurling him into the corner.
Shane: Look at that counter attack.
Shadow approaches Hopkins in the corner who throw s a kick. Shadow doubles over, and Jair goes for a second, but Shadow blocks the kick and grabs the ropes delivering a big shoulder thrust, then a second, and a third. He stands and grabs Jair, stepping then billing him straight out of the corner to the opposing side. The fans are on their feet.
Shane: Fast paced tactics from these two people
Hopkins tries to pull himself up, Shadow hits a big club to the back. He picks up Hopkins, who fights back again. He grabs Shadow by the head and hits a big jawbreaker. Hopkins rolls on his back to catch his breath. He gets to his feet while Shadow pulls himself up. Hopkins bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline. Shadow stands there. He pounds his chest. Hopkins bounces back and hits a second one, harder. Shadow remains standing. He yells at Jair to hit him. He pounds his chest again Hopkins bounces off the ropes, he leaps and Shadow catches him into a bear hug! He synchs in the hold in the center of the ring. The referee asks Hopkins if he wants to call it.
Harris: Shadow has the hold locked in.
Shane: He may have it.
Hopkins tosses a double ear slap, the a second, Shadxow breaks the hold, Shadow stumbloes back after a third, and then Jair hits a big drop kick. Both men are down. The referee starts to count.
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Shane: Shadow nearly had it there.
Harris: Hopkins holding on.
Shadow climbs the turnbuckle as Hopkins tries to get off the mat. Shadow waits stalking; he leaps taking Hopkins down with a big diving clothesline! Shadow rolls right to his feet. He holds his hand back calling for it!
Harris: Shadow says its over!
Hopkins stumbles back to his feet, Shadow grabs him by the throat!
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Harris: No!
Hopkins counters with a knee to the face! Shadow stumbles back, Jair hits the big DDT! Hopkins spring boards off the ropes!
Harris: Hopkins completes the OMFG!
Shane: He hit it!
Hopkins goes for the cover. He hooks the leg!
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Paige: Here is your winner by pinfall, Jair Hopkins! Shadow sits up as the referee raises Jair’s arm. Shadow looks at Hopkins as he celebrates his victory with the cheering fans. Then Shadow extends his hand. He shakes Hopkin’s hands and then turns and exits the ring. Hopkins continues his debut celebration as the camera cuts away. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:26:49 GMT -4
We go backstage, where various Meltdown wrestlers are milling around and getting set for their matches. Everyone is uniquely concentrated, and there isn't much conversation to be had.
However, off-screen, we hear a door open and slam shut. Our camera pans right, and we see that the man disrupting the silence is none other than the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith! The crowd cheers, and the wrestlers in the locker room immediately focus on him.
West: “That's A.C. Smith! But he's an Overdrive wrestler; what's he doing here?”
Harris: “I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out in a minute or two!”
A.C.: “Well, hello, gentlemen. Nice little locker room you've got here.”
His comment is met with silence, the same kind that's filled the room since we switched back there.
A.C.: “Oh, let me guess. 'That's A.C. Smith. We don't like him because he's on Overdrive and is probably here to tell us all how great he is.' Nothing could be further from the truth...”
We hear another door slam shut, this time to the camera's left. We zoom out, and walking in through the crowd of wrestlers is the APW North American Champion, Evan Envi! He's greeted by a loud, mixed reaction, and Smith allows a smirk to come onto his face.
Harris: “It's the--!”
West: “Champ? Yeah? We get it, Dick.”
Evan doesn't look at any one else in the locker room, and they only cast him brief glances, possibly in hopes of a confrontation happening right before their eyes. Evan's gaze met Smith's the moment Smith realized he was in the room, but he seems more annoyed than any other visible emotion.
Evan: “What do YOU want?”
A.C.: “And hello to you, too, Evan Harrison! Jesus Christ. I didn't expect much from a bunch of guys that I'd never met before, but forgive me for expecting some hospitality from YOU.”
West: “These guys go way back, but it doesn't look like Evan Envi is in any mood to talk about old times!”
Evan: “...It's Envi. Actually.”
If looks could kill, A.C. Smith would be murdered three times over. All color was drained from Evan Envi's face, and a look mixed with murderous intent and allergy-induced disgust was decorating his face at the moment. He grips his North American Title in his right hand so tensely that his knuckles turn white, but the champion never falters, nor even blinks at the Overdrive Megastar standing before him.
A.C.: “Yes, but you see, I refuse to participate in your all-out assault on the English language by referring to your 'misspelled-for-stylistic-reasons' last name.”
The crowd laughs a bit at the one-liner, but Envi's intensity still radiates off his glare.
A.C.: “You see, I got some comp tickets to come down here. And far be it for me to miss a trip to Greensboro...”
Crowd: “WOOOOOO!!!!!”
A.C.: “...North Carolina, and have a chance to catch up with a guy I've known as long as anybody in this business go to waste. For God's sake, if I wanted a fight, you'd already be on the ground tasting your own blood. Lighten up.”
Envi's eyebrow perks slightly at Smith's final few words. He leans forward, his ear pointed toward Smith a bit as if he were trying to test that theory, or perhaps get him to repeat it, but just as quickly he halts his efforts and looks out toward the direction of the arena, where the crowd is cheering at the very mention of their name.
Evan: “Oh. That's great. We're here in North Carolina, the LEAST American state in North America. As a matter of fact...”
Evan smirks at Smith for a moment, but quickly directs the look toward the North American title belt.
Evan: “I refuse to support or represent North Carolina as long as I'm holding this championship. It's a damn shame that I'm here, but even more of a shame that you wasted valuable money coming to this clogged toilet of a city.”
Our Greensboro crowd outright boos Evan Envi, who glances in the direction of the arena again, unable to contain the smile that comes over his face from their reaction. He rolls his eyes back toward Smith-- and immediately, his amusement and happiness subside.
Evan: “But there's nothing for us to catch up on, little guy. I think you took a few too many shots to the head from that thief Delikado.”
Smith chuckles, and shakes his head.
A.C.: “LITTLE guy? Oh, we're going THAT direction now? OK. Tell me something. Who was the ONLY person man enough to TELL you you were wasting your time with Jess Parker?”
Evan doesn't back down, but his eyebrows rise up his forehead.
A.C.: “I was right, wasn't I? And how's your brother doing? You know, the one I sent running away from this business with his tail between his legs?
Yeah, mention how I lost to a bi-curious Razor Ramon wannabe. But you trying to say you're too important for me? That's spitting in the face of WAY too much history.”
The camera zooms out, and we see members of the locker room backing up to the walls of the room, just in case things turn violent.
Harris: “I don't think it's in the champ's interest to keep insulting large men.”
West: “Ehhhhhhhh... Yeah, I'm gonna agree with that.”
Envi looks at his wrist, at his non-existent watch, hinting that Smith was interfering with his schedule. He looks up at him, unimpressed.
Evan: “Jess who? My brothawhat? Look at you. Clinging to the past. Even in the past, that's what ya did, right? Talk about all of these things you've done months... Years ago. And then completely disregard things happening in the present... You son of a bitch, how dare you?”
Evan's look turns cold, hurt... Enraged.
Evan: “Disregarding another loss and writing it off as if it means nothing. Because you're much too busy dwelling on what you did back when you... HAD it. And how's that working out for you, officer?”
Evan searches Smith's eyes for a few moments before lifting his belt up a bit again, to heart-level, and gazing down at it with an inexplicable fondness and matriarch-like pride.
Evan: “The answer is yes. Evan Envi is much too important for you. And you wanna talk about spitting in the face of history? Smith-- you HISTORICALLY spit in the face of the present. It's a wonder why you got sent straight to Overdrive while I was sent here.”
Now it's Smith that's annoyed. Up until the most recent diatribe, he'd had a slight smirk on his face. Now, it's all-business, and his words carry significant bite.
A.C.: “Oh, for God's sake, cut the crap. This is why you were always at your best when you had ME there to guide you. You've ALWAYS had the talent to be something special. But you always made excuses and pointed the finger at other people.
I never let you do that. I made you work. Because I know for a FACT that when you're on your game and not worried about the meaningless, peripheral shit that doesn't mean JACK in our business, you're one of the best in the game.
Yeah, you've got the North American Championship. Be proud of that. But while I'm no shrink, I know there's something deeper bothering you. Maybe...the fact that I have a chance to be in Test for the Best and you don't?”
Evan takes a half-step back as the crowd ooh's and ah's in the background. Quickly, though, he returns to the chest-on-chest confrontation.
A.C.: “That's EXACTLY what I mean. You know how I've managed to fight through everything for 10 years? Because I don't concern myself with politics. I'm over the bullshit of this business, and Evan HARRISON?
You should be, too.”
The crowd is buzzing at the confrontation and the locker room continues to look in a mix of mildly amused curiosity and timid investment. Evan looks Smith from head to toe for a moment, with pure and utter disgust simply etched into his features at this point.
Evan: “I'm better than I've ever been, officer. I wouldn't expect you to see that though. God... You just can't help yourself, can you? NOW you're taking credit for all the success I've had up to this point? WOW. You are so audacious. Why am I even surprised?”
Evan gestures at something surrounding him-- maybe the walls themselves.
Evan: “So now you have to come to my show too? You eat your first pin so you have to come over here and get in my face so people are tricked into thinking you mean a damn? I hate you. And I don't know how you thought this was gonna go.”
A.C.: “Heh. YOUR show. YOUR show. There's that vanity again. You really don't get it.
See, there was a bigger reason I came down here. I could've turned you into creamed corn at the drop of a hat and beaten some sense into you. I could've walked right into President Jeff's office, convinced him to give me a shot at your North American Championship, and given the people of Greensboro...”
Crowd: “WOOOOOO!!!!!”
A.C.: “...North Carolina, a champion to be proud of. But the actual reason I came down for was much simpler.”
Smith goes into the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a 4-by-6 picture guarded by a rustic-style frame.
A.C.: “I went looking for you after my match at Mayhem, but before I went to the hospital. Wanted to wish you good luck. Found this in the back pocket of a janitor and made sure he didn't leave without it.”
Smith turns it around. The picture is of Evan Envi, Jess Parker, Tyler Harrison, and Tracy Jacobs around a picnic table, smiling and having a good time.
A.C.: “Part of me wanted to burn it. I hate Jess, I don't like your brother, and I wouldn't wish what my ex-fiancee did to me on ANYBODY. But you...up until you tried to turn this into a dick-measuring contest, I had a ton of respect for you. You deserve to do what you want with it.
My work here is done. But understand this. Until you stop thinking everyone's out to threaten you, until you stop being so vain it clouds your better judgment...you will never, EVER, reach the potential that only I've been able to tap into. Now if you'll excuse me...”
Smith turns, but Evan puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Evan's face is beat-red. He opens his mouth to say something, but pauses with a mere “You--” escaping his lips.
He freezes in time, glaring into Smith's eyes for several seconds before slowly closing his mouth. He hugs the North American Title to his chest with his right hand, and loosely clings to the picture Smith gave him with the left. The look that he gives the picture is interesting, to say the least. He never looks at Smith again, choosing to walk quickly to, and out the door instead.
A.C.: “It's 'THANK you,' actually!”
Smith shakes his head, and leaves the locker room as the nearby wrestlers give each other puzzled looks.
West: “Well, that was...interesting.”
Harris: “A.C. Smith and Evan Envi have had a love-hate relationship dating back to 2006. And it looks like at some point, we'll see another chapter in their rivalry written here in APW.”
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:31:56 GMT -4
Paige: The following contest is a HANDICAP match! Introducing first, from Lawrenceburg, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… YOUUUUUNG KIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZ!The lights dim, ..."welcome to the mind of a Maniac..." uttered in the words from aloud the pa system from the raspy, quieted voice of Kiz. Lights flicker red and blue, as if the police are on the move through the arena. Out to the side of the entrance ramp, driving from the back comes out a "police cruiser" stalling to a stop. A "cop" pops out the drivers' side door and motions toward the backdoor, opening it and out comes Young Kiz wrapped in a stretch-jacket, guided up onto the ramp and escorted down the ramp toward the ring by the "cop", holding his arm... By now, the lights have transitioned to a crimson color. As Kiz is guided into the ring, he is finally relinquished of the stretch-jacket. Kiz walks inched away from the "cop", tightly clinching his fists, eventually leaning over the closest turnbuckle... noticeably glancing at the fans yet profoundly keeping his head down, muttering something hostile about “the man.”. The "cop" has left, and Kiz now a bit more calmed, twists around leaning back first against the turnbuckle awaiting his opponents with anguish and determination... Paige: And his opponents…As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play... 'Nightmare! Now your nightmare comes to life...' Paige: From Los Angeles, California, Niobe ’Nightmare’ MAAARRRRRTIN!Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides. 'Dragged you down below Down to the devils show To be his guest forever Peace of mind is less than never..' As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile, but her smile quickly fades as her music is interrupted when "Superhero Heart" begins to play over the p.a. system as the cameras pan 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. Paige: Aaaaaaaaand her partner! From San Diego, California… CARRRRRRRRMEN RIVERRRA!Harris: Mmmm mmm. And there’s Carmen Rivera, the number one contender to Evan Envi’s North American Title! West: There’s Carmen alright. But can she focus TONIGHT and help the woman she beat last week defeat Young Kiz? Guess we’re gonna find out.Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush. 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 at Kiz-- almost rabid, awaiting the ring of the bell. After making sure each competitor is ready, our referee signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell, which he does immediately. Handicap Match
Young Kiz vs. Niobe "Nightmare" Martin and Carmen Rivera
Our match begins with Rivera wasting no time going after Young Kiz! Kiz seems to expect it and hit’s a double-leg takedown on Rivera, rolling over her to apply a quick Armbar to the surprise of both her and Niobe. Rivera twists awkwardly, failing to get out of the move at first, but eventually finds an angle to roll through. She hits Kiz with a Hip Toss, followed by a vicious slap to the jaw! Young Kiz puts a hand to his cheek, staggering back. He glares at Rivera, who gives him an equally as angry look. Kiz charges at her, going for an aggressive Clothesline, but missed wildly. He turns around and is leveled with a Running Big Boot from Rivera!
West: What a shot to the face! Rivera refers to that running boot as ‘Gucci Shoe Trippin’.
Harris: Is she even wearing Gucci?
We briefly cut to a shot in the backstage area where we see Evan Envi watching the number-one contender to his North American title very closely. He sits, a focused, thoughtful look on his face as he watches the match in his locker room.
Harris: Look, the champ’s watching!
West: Rivera with the cover!
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West: The opportunistic Young Kiz with the rollup!
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Broken up by Rivera! While the referee scolds her and shoos her from the ring, Niobe goes on the assault on Kiz with hard forearms to the head, but she’s stopped with a thumb to the eye! Niobe gasps and throws a hand to her face as she stands up, and Kiz leaps up hitting a Dropkick! It connects and Niobe falls against the ropes, rebounding off right into a Fisherman’s Suplex! Kiz goes for another cover, but only gets a two count yet again. Showing frustration, he mumbles something hostile to the referee and pulls himself to his feet once more, pulling Martin up with him, but this time it’s her who counters, with a Small Package! The referee gets a count of one but Kiz is already back up, scared by how close the count was. He goes to swing for a Clothesline on Martin, but she ducks under his arm and runs past him, jumping off of the ropes and rebounding with a Springboard Hurricanrana! Kiz is released and gets to his feet again, only to be taken down by “Nightmare” with a Spinning Heel Kick! As he gets up, groggily, Niobe goes for another spinning heel kick-- but Kiz sidesteps it! He grabs her in a rear waist-lock. He hits her with one German Suplex… Then a second… He smirks into the camera as he launches Niobe through the air for a third-- the Axis of Evil! He poses to the crowd, his back turned to his opponents… And as Martin reaches an arm up toward the ropes, Rivera reaches in over the top and tags herself in, roughly.
West: He’s distracted and he’s missed yet ANOTHER tag! The rookie inexperience is showing here.
Harris: Rivera’s in the ring and Young Kiz has no clue!
She springs forward and launches a pele kick right between the legs that sends Kiz down to his knees writhing in pain. She spins around with a heel kick to the nose to finish him off and goes for the pin,
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West: It looks like Young Kiz couldn't keep up with the two women this evening and being outnumbered and overmatched!
Harris: Come on, his dream come true! Two women fighting him... that's my dream at least. He'd kill for anything without a penis in prison!
West: Alrighty then! We'll be back!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:36:00 GMT -4
West: Now let's go backstage to our own Hannah Storm who is with "The Hitman" Steve Stryker. Hannah.The scene cuts to the backstage where Hannah Storm is standing with Steve Stryker in front of an APW curtain backdrop. There are boo's from the crowd when the jumbo-tron shows the two of them. Hannah Storm: Thanks Shane. "The Hitman" Steve Stryker, this is your first Main Event in APW any nerves going into the match?Steve Stryker: What a ridiculous question Hannah. No, I'm not nervous. Have you been watching what I've been doing in the APW so far? I've been taking on all comers and knocking down anyone who was in my way. Evan Envi will be no different.Storm: Interesting take. Evan Envi is the North American Champion though, any thoughts on that?Stryker: Oh come on Hannah! The man said it himself, he just wants that title to be a holding place before he tries for a different title. He could care less about the title, why should I care that he has it?Storm: There was a lot of talk over the weekend about your disconnection from the fans. Care to comment on that?Stryker: Not really Hannah. There was a little run in with some of the fans at the arena who were staked out waiting for me. I can understand enjoying the sport, but following me around and begging me for autographs. It's pathetic. Don't people have better things to do?With this the crowd boos even more and Stryker starts to smile. Stryker: Here's the thing Hannah, my goal remains the same whether I have fans or not. It's not my job to keep those people happy, it's my job to win matches. If they're pissed that I can't sign my name on a piece of paper, I really don't care.Storm: Any words for Evan Envi before your match here tonight?Stryker: Oh I think Evan has heard everything I've had to say so far. He's heard it loud and clear. I can picture him just shaking in his boots in his dressing room. The man is nervous Hannah. Did you hear him say that?Storm: Well not exactly that, it was along those lin--Stryker: It was a proverbial question Hannah, for God sakes. Evan Envi is in over his head and he gets it now. It's been all fun and games for him so far, beating up on a bunch of no-name fools and a big giant oaf. Now he's got to face a real competitor and he doesn't know what to do with himself. Well, let me tell you this Envi, it was never my goal to be the best competitor Meltdown had to offer, it was my goal to be the best competitor APW had to offer. Meltdown is a stepping stone, a building block. It's not my future, but it is soon to be my past. Enjoy your time here Envi, I have a feeling you'll be spending a lot of it.Steve walks out of the shot and away from Hannah Storm right when it looks like she's going to ask for a follow-up. Storm: Well there you have it Shane and Dick. Steve Stryker with some powerful words for the APW world and Evan Envi. Back to you guys.Harris: I think I like this guy Stryker. Real no nonsense type of guy. Get's down to business, no if's, and's, or but's.West: Well, we're all allowed to have our opinions. Even the misinformed.Harris: What!?West: Time for our next match folks!Paige: The following contest is a tag team Test for the Best qualifying match. Introducing first, weighing in at 250 pounds and hailing from Cologne, Germany, “The Killerplauze”….Stefan Raab!Stefan comes out through the curtain just 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. “Dirty Hous” by Rohff feat. Big Ali plays through the arena system as Stefan ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle. Everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before his partner to come in the ring. As the lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the “Hide and Seek” by Nonpoint plays. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner, climbs the turnbuckle, and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. He gets down from the turnbuckle and he looks at his partner and shakes his head at him. Raab says something and TJ just blows him off, standing opposite of Raab. Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 285 pounds and hailing from Philadelphia, PA, “The Soul of Philly” TJ! Hysteria, by Muse, hits the PA system as strobe lights flicker on and off around the arena. The camera pans into the crowd as Kyle Goodburn emerges through the arena audience. APW fans pat Kyle Goodburn on the shoulder, as others shout jeers at him. Kyle gets a smirk on as face as he hears the discouraging comments at him, he continues down to the ring, jumping over the barricade and circles the ring as his music continues. He rolls into the ring and does a few poses in the ring for the fans, as they boo him more. His music dies out as he stares down Raab, ignoring TJ who chuckles at Kyle. Paige: Introducing their opponents, first, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Grand Rapids, MI…Kyle Goodburn! 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. He gets down and looks at the other three men in the ring. Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from New York, USA…Yarmouth!”The Soul of Philly” TJ and “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab vs Kyle Goodburn and YarmouthThe bell doesn’t even get to ring as Raab and Goodburn startsto throw punches as TJ and Yarmouth stared each other down, the ref orders the two behemoths to their corners. The two men walk to the corners as their partners battled each other, each trading blows before Raab get the better of Goodburn with a combination of punches. Raab continued to attack Goodburn, hitting a German suplex to lead into a pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout by Goodburn! West: Like that would be enough to put Goodburn down for a three count. Harris: Well, Raab is German, so a German Suplex by him probably hurts more than a non-German.Raab’s frustration shows through his face as he felt he did enough to put his away. TJ asks for a tag, feeling the urge to get in the match. Raab waves him off, instead picking up Goodburn and set him up for the Killercutter, but Goodburn was aware and pushes him off him. Raab turns around and get hit with a clothesline. Raab gets up, but gets put back down with another clothesline. Goodburn uses the momentum to get Raab down on the mat long enough to lock him in a Boston Crab. Raab fights his way out after a few moments in the hold, Yarmouth asks Goodburn for a tag, and unlike Raab did with TJ, Goodburn obliges and tags in the big man who grabs Raab by the head and picks him up and throws him into the ropes and hits him with a back body drop. Yarmouth plays to the crowd as he picks up his German opponent. Yarmouth lifts Raab onto his shoulder and walks over to the corner and drops Raab face first on the turnbuckle and runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off them, and hits Raab with a big boot as Raab turns around. Yarmouth goes for the pin following this. 1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout by Raab! West: Raab with the kick out, I thought it was over. Harris: So did the crowd, they counted to three. Hey, West, you think Yarmouth can count since he can’t read? Raab rolls towards his corner, wanting out of fighting the big man. TJ stretches for the tag, but Yarmouth grabs the right foot of Raab and pulls him back towards they’re corner. He throws Raab into the corner and tags in Goodburn who throws his shoulder into Raab three times before letting Raab fall to the mat. TJ tries to get the crowd into the match as they cheer on Raab to tag in his partner. Raab begins to crawl again but Goodburn gets in between the two teammate. He mocks Raab as Raab gets to his feet he throws a punch, but Raab blocks it and throws his own. Goodburn tries again but again, gets blocked and this time Raab hits a European uppercut that sends Goodburn into Raab’s corner. Raab goes to hit a clothesline on his opponent, but Goodburn ducks it and goes to his corner to tag in Yarmouth as Raab tags in TJ, who gets in the ring for the first time in the match. He comes out and levels Yarmouth with a hard clothesline, then another one, then another. Goodburn gets in the ring and hits TJ in the back on the head with a forearm. TJ turns around and grabs Goodburn by the neck, setting up the Soulbuster, but Yarmouth turns TJ around and grabs him by the throat. In return, TJ grabs the throat of Yarmouth, each man trying to fight the other off. That’s when Raab gets back in the ring drop kicks Yarmouth off of TJ. He starts jawing at TJ for some reason as Goodburn climbs the top rope behind Raab. West: Raab made a smart move, but now is arguing with his teammate. Harris: You would too if he insulted you. Oh, he might wanna look behind him. TJ points at Goodburn as Raab turns around and gets pushed by TJ who swats Goodburn out of the air. TJ picks Goodburn up and tries to hit a Soulbuster on his opponent, but Raab gets in his face for pushing him. Raab pushes TJ, who pushes back, pushing Raab through the ropes. TJ turns around, expecting Goodburn to be there, but instead it’s the boot of Yarmouth as it connects on his face. Yarmouth then picks TJ up and hits him with a Last Ride. He goes to pin him but Raab comes back in and stops him with a Killercutter. He rubs it in Yarmouth’s face but gets rolled up by Goodburn. His lesson learned, Raab uses his momentum to get out of it and goes to kick Goodburn in the face, but Goodburn catches hit and brings him in and levels him with a clothesline. With the big men out on their feet and Raab in the middle of the ring, Goodburn locks Raab in the Sharpshooter. It isn’t long before Raab taps out.
Paige: Here are your winners, via submission, Kyle Goodburn and Yarmouth! West: Well, Raab has no one but himself to blame for that. He stopped TJ from finishing off Goodburn. Harris: TJ pushed him for no reason. He had every right to get angry! Sucks that TJ prevented him from getting a chance to be in the Test for the Best. West: What a shame. Instead it will be Kyle Goodburn and Yarmouth who get to battle it out for that one spot. We’ll be right back!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:36:30 GMT -4
Paige: This is a One Fall Matchup! Introducing first to the ring, he comes from Windsor, Ontario, Canada! Please welcome "THE GRAND MESSIAH" CAAMERRROONNN WOOLLLLVESSSS!!!As the first chord of, "Strange Deja Vu", by Dream Theater, feverishly pours out from the arenas PA system, a minor cascading of booing is admitted from the audience in attendance. The lights dim to a slight degree, and hasty arrays of yellow, green and red flash. As the rest of the instrumentation kicks into full effect, Cameron Wolves struts onto the stage. His face mixed between that of megalomania, and a look of lividness. As he proceeds down the ramp, he 'sykes' out a couple of younger fans, extending his arm for high-fives, then instantly retracting his arm back when signs of a returned high-five seem imminent. Dashing around the ring, halfway, Wolves grasp upon he middle rope, pulling himself upon the apron, and with great haste, ascending the top turnbuckle. Upon arriving atop of the ring, Wolves fully extends both of his arms, pushing his chest slightly forward, o be met with cascading boo's, in which he indulges himself. Harris: Cameron Wolves is going to be a member of the New Class to keep an eye on!West: I think if you look at Meltdown right now, you couldn't have asked for a better roster to kick off this new Era in APW.Paige: And his opponent!! From Manhattan, New York! Please give a round of applause to.."THE SIDEWINDER" BENNYY HORROWITZ!AND THERE'S NO ANTIDOTE-DOTE-DOTE-DOTE.The pounding basslines of Swedish House Mafia's "Antidote" hits the system and automatically the crowd know how to respond. Booing and jeering as “The Sidewinder” Benny Horrowitz makes his way out of the curtain is a unanimous response from the crowd. There's not a single supporter of the “Kung Do Killah” in sight as he makes his way down to the ring, bobbing his head to his theme music and scoffing at the fan members who hurl abuse at him. He climbs into the ring and although there's nobody walking down the ramp with him, you can see that there's already a number of goons armed with pipes and chains outside the ring waiting for Benny's opponent. Taking his place in the corner, Benny waits for his music to die down and the match to start. West: This guy is something else, vicious kicks and various attacks but he will for sure be a name to reckon with shortly, possibly during this match.Harris: He's a real diamond in the rough as is Cameron Wolves so to see who wins this should be exciting to say the least!Cameron Wolves vs. "The Sidewinder" Benny Horrowitz
The both rush across the ring at each other as the bell sounds off. Two minds thinking alike, they both crash into the other with a clothesline. Both men hit the canvas and the fans let out a long and hard laugh. As they scramble to their feet, Horrowitz whips a swift head kick up, trying to take off Cameron's head. Wolves ducks the kick and Shoulder Charges Horrowitz at the groin area where the leg is extended high above. Cameron Wolves gets to his feet, pulls Horrowitz up and takes him over with a Side Headlock Takeover. He drops down behind Horrowitz and applies a sleeper choke on his opponent.
Benny Horrowitz pushes and rolls trying to get out of the submission attempt. Cameron though has it tightly locked in place. Pulling himself forward, Horrowitz gets to his hands and knees and Cameron Wolves is wrapped on him with the sleeper still locked in. Horrowitz drops forward onto a shoulder and Cameron's face pounds into the canvas. The submission hold is released and Benny Horrowitz pushes Wolves off him as he climbs up to his feet.
Harris: See, very creative and athletic are these Meltdown guys! How many guys on Overdrive or Asylum can say their careers leaped this far, this fast? This stage is amazing and these two will capitalize on the chance to shine! I love it!
West: You're being very cheery about this match and it worries me...
As Cameron begins to push himself up onto his hands and knees, Benny Horrowitz lifts his leg straight up and comes down with a heel kick to the back of Cameron Wolves head. Horrowitz pulls Cameron to his feet and shoves him back into the corner padding. Swift and vicious come the repeated Kick Combination by Benny Horrowitz and Cameron Wolves is showing the pain in his face with each one that slaps and pounds against his body. Finishing off the combo, Horrowitz leaps up and pops Cameron with a Rising Knee. Cameron Wolves grabs a rush of adrenaline and props himself up onto the bottom turnbuckle. Before Horrowitz can react, Cameron Wolves flies overhead, grabbing Horrowitz and snapping his head back with a Blockbuster.
Cameron bounces and slides on the canvas but catches himself and pops up to a standing position. Benny Horrowitz is slow to get up but regains his composure and turns full of attention as Cameron comes rushing in at him. Horrowitz moves, slapping Cameron in the back as the small Canadian rushes past Horrowitz and springboards off the ropes. He spins around off the ropes and hits Horrowitz with a missile dropkick.
Back to his feet, Cameron Wolves is pumped and roars out as he approaches a downed Horrowitz. Pulling his opponent from the canvas, Horrowitz throws a punch to the midsection. Cameron hooks double underhooks and lifts and flips Horrowitz with a Double Underhook Suplex. Quickly Cameron Wolves, back on his feet gets ready and waits as Benny Horrowitz makes his way up to his knees. Staggering from the Missile Dropkick and Suplex, Horrowitz looks drained. Cameron Wolves rushes at him and connects with a beautifully placed Shining Wizard that Wolves calls "The Shining Wizard of Oz." Wolves immediately picks Benny back up and whips in to the ropes but the referee gets caught up and Horrowitz collides with the referee. Both men are down as Wolves isn't quite sure what to do. He locks in a figure-four leglock on Horrowitz, who stretches out for the bottom rope but can't quite get there. Another referee comes running down the aisle and checks in with Benny, who seems to be unconscious from the pain. The referee asks for the bell.
Paige: Here is your winner, via submission, Cameron Wolves! West: I'm not sure he ever tapped, Dick! Maybe his body gave up on him?The second referee checks with the first to make sure he's okay. He begins conversing with the new referee and tells him what happened. The first referee is frantically explaining that Wolves purposefully threw Horrowitz in to him. He leans in to the announcer's ear as she makes an announcement. Paige: Your winner, via disqualification, "The Sidewinder" Benny Horrowitz!Harris: The referee has reversed the decision! I can't believe it, Shane!A third referee makes his way down the aisle to bridge the two stories together and the three make their way over to Nicky Paige for a third time. Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, by order of Meltdown general manager Johnny Diamond, this match has been ruled a no-contest!West: Unbelievable! Wolves and Horrowitz were wronged here tonight! They should be allowed to finish the match!Wolves goes bezerk in the ring, picking Horrowitz up and dropping him on his head with a DDT. He picks up the lifeless Horrowitz and locks in a gogoplata that begins squeezing the life out of him. The referees finally get Wolves free from Benny but the damage has been done. "Strange Deja Vu" plays as Cameron Wolves gets to his feet and begins to celebrate. Like a good guy but to their boos he dances and prances around the ring pointing down at Horrowitz. Proud of his moral victory, he dips out of the ring and heads to the back. West: Sickening act from Wolves but neither man picks up the victory or loss here tonight.Harris: You can believe that won't be the last time those two are in the ring against one another!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jun 4, 2012 21:38:29 GMT -4
Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening! Coming to the ring first, representing Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 280 pounds… “The Hitman” Steve Stryker!
"Tom Sawyer" by Rush blasts over the PA as the unforgettable guitar riff from Geddy Lee takes the crowd by storm. After the first two riffs, The Hitman makes his way out from backstage and raises both arms high into the air while walking down the ramp. As he gets booed he only treats them like cheers and continues to amp himself up. He slides in the ring and bounces off of each rope and gets himself ready for the match. Paige: And his opponent, representing Baltimore, Maryland and weighing in 212 pounds, he is the APW North American Champion… Evan Envi!
The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness, aside from several warm-colored strobes moving throughout the arena as Mac Miller and Cam’Ron’s “Ignorant” begins to blare. ”You can’t believe it, it’s ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I’m just killin’ shit, I’m killin’ shit
A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch
Smart dude, gettin’ ignorant, that’s ignorant…”Our lights brighten a bit as Harrison emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EH” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farthis out onto the stage. As we switch views to the front, we see he has a mildly amused look on his face as he begins his descent down the ramp, toward the ring, refusing to make eye contact with any of the audience. ”Bein’ rich well that’s fun as hell, these bitches come but they under spells
Yo Mr. Jobs you see I’m a Mac, but I’m rollin’ deep like Adele
I’m Robert Downey Jr., you more like Steve Carell
So get smart, no head starts, put a Lion on a Gazelle…”He ignores the small chants, cheers, and the occasional outstretched hand, all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. He looks straight up, toward the rafters, muttering something under his breath before hopping up, swiftly onto the ring apron and in a seamless motion up over the top rope and into the center of the ring. Even as Evan lands, he remains emotionless. He makes his way to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the second. ”You tryna to rhyme because you idolize but I design for myself
But it’s hard to find these bars of mine, so Columbine your self
I don’t hate ya bitch, just fakin’ rich, I get paper like RJ Camberidge
I’m best friends with my banker shit, gave his fifty racks just to make a wish…”Evan, refuses to look at the audience, even as he stands atop the turnbuckles. His gaze is kept downward for several seconds before he finally slowly looks upward, a completely empty look upon his face. It is almost eerie, as he stares into-- perhaps through the camera, and through everybody looking back at him behind it. Thise is little story to be told on his face, besides the obvious lack of emotion behind his eyes. He finally rolls his eyes away from the camera before turning and jumping down off of the turnbuckles, stretching as he awaits action. West: I’ve been looking forward to this one all week! Envi doesn’t get a break against a APW megastar that has been very impressive during his stay on Meltdown in Stryker.
Harris: Envi’s participated in every Meltdown since it’s inception and each week he proves why he deserves to be the champ!
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“The Hitman” Steve Stryker vs. Evan Envi ©
[/i][/center] The two competitors tie up in the middle of the ring as Stryker uses his weight advantage to back the champion in the corner. Stryker shoves Envi back, and knees him the midsection. He follows that up with a series of punches, pummeling the champ, as he is barely able to get his hands up to defend himself. Stryker sees that his punches aren’t getting through as well as he would like, so he raises his foot and soccer kicks his opponent in the upper thigh. Envi perks up, dropping his hands from his face and falling in to a sitting position, as Stryker lunges forward with knee to the side of the champ’s face. Stryker continues his onslaught, using the top rope as a catapult in the air, to leap forward with a dropkick to the face. Stryker drags Envi out from the corner and goes for the quick pin…
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West: Remember folks, this is a non-title match!
Harris: You can bet if Stryker continues his winning streak here, he’ll be at the top of the list for a title shot!
Stryker stays on the attack, pulling Envi up by the head, and whipping him towards the ropes! He ducks the attempted clothesline from Stryker, and on the rebound, nails him with a shining wizard to the face! This drops Stryker to the mat, and Envi immediately follows up with a quick leg drop across the throat of Stryker! He pulls him back up, giving him a couple of forearm strikes to the face before twisting him in position to lock-in a guillotine choke! Envi knows it's going to take way more than that to put Stryker away, so he takes a few steps back and waits for him to begin to get up, rushing in for a short dropkick to the side of the face! He hits with such force that it sends him rolling underneath the ropes and out of the ring! The fans let Envi know what they really think of him as Stryker slowly makes his way to his feet outside the ring. Envi heads over to the ropes, and grabs a hold of the top rope, pulling off a slingshot plancha, sending him sailing over the ropes towards his opponent on the floor! Stryker catches his from mid-air, and delivers a Fallaway Slam, sending his crashing back first into the barricade!
West: Unbelievable strength from the much larger Stryker! We don’t normally see Envi thrown around like that.
Harris: He tossed him like a sack of potatoes, Shane!
The fans are moderately cheering for Stryker, not accustomed to the fans support, but their hatred for Envi spurs them to cheer anything negative that happens to him. Stryker sits Envi up against the barricade, grabbing a hold of the top of the barricade before repeatedly driving his knee into the side of his head again and again! The ref has reached the count of six by the time Stryker relents. He quickly rolls in and out of the ring to break the count, and then lifts Envi up into a suplex position, pulling off a Front-Face Suplex that drapes Envi belly first over the barricade! The fans are booing and calling Stryker dirty names as he then makes his way up to the apron, and then to the top rope, jumping off for a elbow drop that lands across the back of Envi's neck, causing his face to whiplash right into the barricade!
West: “The Hitman” is using everything possible to try and make sure Envi doesn’t get back in the ring!
Harris: I’m starting to like this Stryker character!
Envi appears to be out of it as Stryker holds his elbow in pain, slowly making his way back up. He rolls in and out of the ring again to break the count at the count of seven. Stryker then grabs a hold of Envi, rolling his into the ring before rolling back in himself. He mounts him and gives his a few punches to the face before going for a cover,
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West: Envi's starting to rebound from Stryker's brutal assault early in this match, but you can tell that he's still a bit disoriented. Normally, he'd get the pace of this match going much quicker, but he's trying to keep Stryker grounded right now.
Harris: I may not like him, but I've got to admit that his strategy is sound.
Envi has the move on tight, and Stryker is trying as hard as he can, but he's having trouble squirming out. Finally, he uses his size advantage, pushing up with his hands on Envi's legs, freeing his head from his legs! His face is visibly red and he coughs a couple of times as both competitors quickly make their way back to a vertical base! Stryker is the first to throw a punch, but Envi blocks, and gives him a few punches before going for a superkick Stryker catches his foot and shoves it away, but Envi pivots on his other foot, spinning around to catch him with a enzuiguri! As he's still groggy, Envi pulls Stryker back up, whipping him towards the ropes, and catching him with Leg Lariat on the rebound! He immediately goes back to the Neck Scissors on the mat!
West: Envi doing everything he can to dictate the pace of this match. He knows that he can’t match Stryker’s power!
Harris: Stryker already broke out of this move once, but each time Envi slaps it on, it saps him of oxygen and strength. I have to admit, there is a lot of fight in our champion!
Envi squeezes his legs together even tighter before releasing the hold. He rolls the coughing Stryker onto his belly, and steps between his shoulder blades, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his arms. He then moves his foot from Stryker's back to the back of his head and stomps down as hard as he can, giving him a vicious curb stomp! The fans are booing loudly as he rolls him back over, going for another pin,
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West: Stryker is showing some resiliency here. He controlled the early part of the match, and hit some high impact moves, but Envi weathered the storm!
Harris: Stryker's going to have to do something if he wants to get back into this match!
Envi grabs a hold of Stryker's head, pulling him back up to his feet, but on the way up, he gives his an elbow to the midsection, followed up with a Sitdown Jawbreaker, jarring Envi's jaw and giving him the opportunity to get up and dropkick him in the face to the mat! He pulls his back up, hooks his in a Fisherman’s Suplex position, and lifts his up, slamming him down to the mat bridging his back in a pinning position!
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Stryker looks like he's starting to regain confidence as Envi's out on the mat. He makes his way to the turnbuckle! Before he can perform the move, he notices that Envi is stirring, and decides against the move, hopping down from the turnbuckle, and pulling his up by the head, giving his some hard punches to the head! He then pulls his in for a snap suplex! He maintains control of the head, and twists his hips, pulling them both back up to their feet. He then pulls a standing switch to get behind Envi, and delivers a beautiful German suplex! The crowd is booing as he makes his way back to the corner.
West: Both men seem intent on putting together a technical clinic here this evening on Meltdown!
Harris: Envi has modeled himself after some of the best in the business. This isn’t a surprise!
Stryker has an evil grin on his face as he leaps off, going for a diving headbutt! On his way down, Envi gets his knees up, and he crashed head first in to Envi’s folded knees! Stryker holds his head in pain, while Envi rubs his shins, and scootches to the ropes. He pulls himself up, and Stryker slowly makes his way back up as well, and the champ charges in towards him, going for a Flying Forearm! Stryker ducks it, and as Envi lands and turns around, he grabs his head and drives his into the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Stryker goes for the cover,
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Stryker stays on the attack, pulling Envi up by the head and dragging his towards the corner, bouncing his skull off the turnbuckle and pulling his out of the corner to deliver a running bulldog! He goes for another cover, rolling Envi up,
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West: Envi has been taking all Stryker can dish out and more!
Harris: Like we said earlier about Stryker, Envi's showing real resiliency here, but if he can't get some more offense going, Stryker will eventually get the win!
Stryker is starting to show signs of frustration, slamming his fist into the mat before making his way back to his feet. He motions for Envi to get back up to his feet, and as he does, he hooks him in a gutwrench, lifting his up to go for a Gutwrench Powerbomb! As he's hoisted in the air, Envi wraps his legs around Stryker's head and counters with a Headscissors Takedown! The fans pop to their feet, applauding the counter.
West: And with that, these fans have come back to life! Leave it to APW fans, Dick! They may hate who you are outside of the ring but they can always appreciate a good wrestling match!
Harris: That was some counter by Envi there!
Envi is eating up the boos from the crowd and motions for Stryker to get up. As he does, he grabs a hold of his arm and places his foot against his cheek, falling to his back to nail him with an Inverted Stomp Facebreaker! He then pulls him up and whips him towards the corner! He hits with a running clothesline, and as he's dazed, he stuffs him horizontally between the middle and top turnbuckle before taking a few steps back and running in to hit him with a running knee! He pulls Stryker out from between the ropes, and rolls him onto the mat, running towards the ropes and leaping off, grabs the back of Stryker’s head with one hand and jumps up in the air, slamming Stryker head first in to the mat. Stryker pops back up immediately, as Envi grabs him with a double-arm DDT and slams him again face first in the mat. He hooks both legs, and goes for the cover:
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Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Evan Envi!
West: What a great match from Stryker and Envi! Could be early match of the year candidate here on Meltdown!
Harris: Stryker doesn’t have anything to be ashamed of here tonight. He really put up one heckuva effort!
Evan Envi pushes himself to his feet, a look of exhaustion, a look of pain-- a look of anger across his face. He looks around at the audience, shaking his head disapprovingly at their disparaging comments, their cat calls, and that ominous “boo” that rings throughout the entire arena. He motions for Nicky Paige to bring him a microphone, which he does within seconds. Evan looks out into the crowd, grimacing as he brings the microphone to his lips. For moments, all we hear coming through the PA system is Evan’s heavy breathing into the microphone. His lack of speech brings the once raucous audience to a mixture of murmurs and whispers. Finally, the North American Champion speaks, a dark tone overcoming his voice. Evan: I am sick and tired of this idea that’s circulating throughout APW that suggests that I’m NOT the best. The boos, which would normally amuse and tickle Evan instead enrage him more. Evan: No, you idiots. Not ‘boo’. The word you’re searching for is ‘true’ because YOU’RE all just as sick of it as I am! You all KNOW I’m the best! And if APW would acknowledge that, I wouldn’t be out here complaining right now, would I? I-- oh, why am I expecting you people to understand? We’re in North Carolina, the red-headed stepchild of the United States. This time, our crowd releases their fully charged boos in Evan’s direction. He dismisses them with the flick of his wrist and makes his way to the ropes. Evan: I represent every part of North America EXCEPT North Carolina and this is a perfect example of why! So while I know talking politics is above you guys, let’s talk politics for a second because apparently there’s some stuff goin’ on backstage in APW that I’m just not qualified to understand.
Steve Stryker got a chance to fight for a spot in Test for the Best because of his record on Meltdown. I get that. Congrats to the jackass. But who in the hell did that butter faced John Goodman-impersonator Carmen Rivera have to sleep with in order to get a spot? Because I want one, and this thing right here shows that NOBODY should be gettin‘ that opportunity before me. NOBODY. To emphasize this, Evan holds the North American Title high above his head, saying something to the crowd that isn’t picked up by his lowered microphone. This generates a positive response from a smaller portion of the crowd, which is apparently chuck-full of Rivera non-supporters. Evan: Let’s talk about Carmen Rivera. We’ve got time, right?Our crowd responds with a loud “yes!” which seems to amuse Evan, though he only allows a smirk to develop across his face briefly. Evan: When it comes to chicks in the business that have absolutely no idea what they’re doing, Carmen Rivera comes to mind. I won’t go into details right now because I think it’s important I explain them to Carmen later… But let me tell you one thing that interests me.
Carmen is attached to the genitals of a man named Michael Harris that walks around on Overdrive talking about how he’s the best, when the reality is, he’s a no-talent, charisma-devoid never-was. There’s her first mistake right there. I mean, the average whore in the wrestling business at least has the common sense to cling to the balls of success, am I right? I mention Harris because Carmen is a carbon copy of him, in the sense that both of them would be a lot better if they realized they aren’t half as good as they think they are.This unexpectedly produces a loud, positive response from our North Carolinian audience. Evan perks an eyebrow in interest before continuing. Evan: Michael Harris is the reason that Carmen Rivera will never succeed in APW. She’s stuck with him because he’s the only guy in the back that has the stomach to wake up to that face every morning. Nerves of steel, I tell ya… And, as it turns out, he’s a black hole of personality. As Carmen displayed this past week via web blog, everything Harris comes near is rendered boring and meaningless. As a matter of fact, I feel like this promo is losing its spark because I dropped his name so many times. Whoops.
But in all seriousness, Carmen Rivera will never be the top star in this business. She will never be THE BAR in this business. I am. And I am going to be for the foreseeable future. What part of that President Jeff doesn’t understand, I don’t know. What I DO know is… Carmen doesn’t have the wrestling ability, the metabolism, or the respect for the business to carry an entire company on her shoulders. Yet here I am, busting my ass every week and I’m STILL NOT QUALIFIED FOR TEST FOR THE BEST! Evan is shaking from rage, his face completely red. He looks into a camera that sits several rows back in the crowd, which zooms in on him slowly as he finishes his tirade. Evan: This isn’t… This isn’t a threat toward Carmen Rivera. This is a message to Johnny Diamond. This is a message to President Jeff.Evan angles his head slightly, a testing curious look encompassing his features before the beginnings of a smirk form on his face. Evan: I want to be in that tournament. And one way or another, I’m gonna be in that tournament. You… WILL respect me. Evan drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, snatching his title belt from the timekeeper, throwing it around one of his shoulders. Evan, still not pleased with the progression of events throughout the evening, marches to the back, hiding any pain behind a death glare directed straight ahead. With double peace-signs raised high above his head, and “Helter Skelter” blaring throughout the arena Envi makes his way to the back. West: We’ll see you next week on Meltdown!
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