Meltdown 03/04/2013 - Quebec

[T-Marv]

The scene opens backstage with Tommy Knoxville driving his motorcycle in the parking deck of the arena. He drives towards the back entrance of the arena and parks it sideways. Slowly taking his helmet off he looks over at the camera with a smile as a cigarette hangs from his lips.

Knoxville: APW, the man you all love to hate has just arrived in the building! Are you all ready to show these people here just how we do it on the other side of the border, back in the land of the red, white and blue?

Knoxville gets off the bike and grabs his duffle bag from the back. He then walks towards the back entrance as he places the helmet in the bag and takes a few more drags from his cigarette before flicking it across the parking lot.

Knoxville: Lets get this show goin'! I didn't drag my lazy ass across the country to sit around here and jerk off all night. Lets break some necks and cash some checks. There's a certain somebody here tonight that has caught my eye for the past few weeks. I'm comin' for you, sweetheart. But first, I have a little business to attend to in the ring with the likes of Evan McDonald and Megan Andrews. Nothin' to worry myself with too much, but business none the least that must be dealt with. Come on, follow me.

Knoxville kicks the back door open as bright light escapes from inside almost blinding him. He pulls his shades down, covering his eyes and walks inside with his bag draped over his shoulder and confidence in his step.

Knoxville: Another week, another match and I find myself still teamed up with Buckson Gooch. He's good people, I like him. After workin' side by side with him last week I can just tell from the start that him and I are goin' far. How far you ask? Simple, tag title far bitches! I didn't come back to APW just to sit on the sidelines and wrestle low card matches. I came back to put asses in the seats and fools on their backs. You all can bet that Gooch and I will be advancing to Rasslemania and to the top of the tag competition after that. That's not just me talkin' a big game either. That's fact, it's inevitable!

Stopping in front of a brown door with a sign that reads, "Knoxville", he pushes it open and tosses his bag inside. He then looks back at the camera once more as he grabs his sunglasses and removes them from his eyes, starring into the camera.

Knoxville: It's now or never. This is the end of the line for us right now. Don't worry though, this ain't goin' to be the last time you all get to see me tonight. I plan on making a few appearances throughout Meltdown. Stay tuned everyone. In a little bit, you get to see me and big Gooch stomp the piss out of McDonald and Andrews. Then you get to see some more theatrics that I have planned for tonight. Hell, I think attraction is lingerin' in the air tonight as well. I guess you'll all just have to wait and see for yourselves. Peace!

Knoxville then slams the door as the scene fades out.



“This Means War” plays over the loud speaker and the crowd jumps out of their seat. Completely unaware of what Mark Mania is doing at Meltdown. Mark walks out from the back, dressed to the nines. He walks down the ramp slowly, slapping hands of fans as they reach over the sides. He has a smile that crosses his whole face.

Mark gets to the ring and walks up the steps to the left. He goes between the ropes and raises his arms which elicits another huge response from the crowd. He looks over to the time keeper to get a microphone. One is thrown up to him.

Mark Mania: Ladies and gentlemen of Quebec City!

The crowd roars in approval.

Mark Mania: I could not be happier than to be attending Meltdown tonight. As many of you have probably heard, I’ve taken a bit of interest in Meltdown this past month. I’ve spent a lot of time around these parts and I must say, I like what I see.

The crowd cheers again.

Mark Mania: For the most part.

Mark offers a giant smile.

Mark Mania: You see, I approached President Jeff with a radical idea recently. Meltdown is quickly growing into a spectacular brand for the APW but with General Manager changes already, we wanted to find a way to stabilize the brand. We wanted to find a way to make it live up to the other brands under the APW flag.

The crowd is quite confused and doesn’t offer much.

Mark Mania: That’s where I come in. I have vast experience in running businesses and wrestling federations. So I met with President Jeff and well…

The crowd is on the edge of their seats waiting to hear the news.

Mark Mania: Actually, why don’t we let the boss himself come down to tell of this great news.

(Jeffs entrance. I can’t seem to find it.)

The crowd erupts out of their seats to cheer for the boss. He walks down swiftly to the ring, smiling from ear to ear. He makes his way up the steps and into the middle of the ring and shakes Mark’s hand. Jeff signals to Mark to borrow the microphone.

President Jeff: Hello Meltdown!

The crowds cheer continues.

President Jeff: I am so, so, glad to be here tonight. Glad to be in front of you folks and glad to be out of the office!

The cheering hasn’t died down.

President Jeff: Mark, thank you for coming to Quebec City tonight to join me out here to address the wonderful people of Meltdown.

Jeff puts the microphone in Mark’s face.

Mark Mania: Glad to be here boss.

President Jeff: I know a lot of you are wondering why we’re here tonight. A lot of you have probably heard rumors that Mark is going to start defending his title on Meltdown.

The crowd roars.

President Jeff: That, unfortunately, is untrue.

The crowd quiets.

President Jeff: Some of you, have probably heard that Mark has come to Meltdown to hand pick his opponent at RassleMania.

The crowd cheers in excitement again. Jeff and Mark share a smile.

President Jeff: That, is also, untrue.

The crowd quiets again and is starting to get restless.

President Jeff: No, the reason that Mark is here tonight, is because…

The crowd is on the edge of their seats again.

President Jeff: Actually, Mark, why don’t you tell them.

The two men smile as the tension from the crowd is palpable. Jeff hands the mic to Mark.

Mark Mania: Thank you Jeff. The reason I am here tonight is…

Mark pauses to let the tension increase even more.

Mark Mania: Mania Enterprises has purchased the Meltdown brand!

The crowd has a mostly positive reaction but most people seem confused.

Mark Mania: That’s why I’ve been here evaluating talent, evaluating the staff, and just making sure that the ship is running smoothly. Now, no reason to be concerned, Meltdown will still be an APW property, I’m just going to be overseeing it and putting my own money on the line with it and I will rewarded as such. President Jeff wanted some consistency with the brand and I ensured him that Meltdown will be in very, very good hands.

The crowd cheers in approval now.

Mark Mania: Now, this will not go into effect until after RassleMania, but I wanted to make sure that everyone knew there would be a new Sherriff in town and that there would be some changes. So all Meltdown wrestlers and staff members should be on their best behavior the next few weeks. That reminds me... Tonight, I'm helping Jeff with his pre-evaluation of Mr. Alexander Duvall and his "Vice" General Manager, Sienna Harrison. Let's uh...

Mania smirks.

Mark Mania: Let's hope you guys are on your best behavior too, eh?

Mark and Jeff shake hands again and “This Means War” plays over the loudspeaker again. Mark and Jeff exit the ring and walk up the ramp next to each other, talking and laughing.

West: This is huge!

Harris: Mark Mania and Mania Enterprises are about to own Monday Night Meltdown?!

West: I-- wow!

We cut away to a short commercial for Rasslemania as Jeff and Mania make their way to the back.

Paige: The following Contest is scheduled for one fall and is a STREET FIGHT!

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...'

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

Paige: Introducing first, from Los Angeles California….Niobe ‘Nightmare’ Martin!

'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.

West: This one has been brewing for a while folks. Martin and Hood have beat each other to a bloody pulp for months, and tonight it ends!

They say we wanted attention
We really need a platform to teach a lesson
Well hey you forgot to mention
We're living for the melody in our head

As those female words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela begins to play through the arena’s sound system the fans look to the stage to see Robina come out. Niobe looks as well, but she doesn’t appear.

Paige: And Her Opponent…..

The music restarts and still nobody comes on the stage. But the crowd erupts into boos as from the crowd comes Robina Hood behind Niobe and slams her hard with a Singapore Cane!

Harris: Now that’s how you make an entrance!

Street Fight – Niobe Martin vs. Robina Hood

Robina continues to slam the cane on the back of Niobe before pulling her to her feet. She jabs the cane into her abdomen before cracking it hard over her head sending her down hard. She makes a cover.

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Kickout!

Robina gets back up and hits a bunch of hard stomps all over Niobe’s body. She pulls her to her feet and whips her into the ropes, hitting the cane into her chest upon return, then taking her down with a Double Arm DDT USING the cane! She covers again

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Kickout!

Robina pulls Niobe up and drags her to the corner before hitting a hard Reverse STO into the middle turnbuckle and then places her face on the turnbuckle and embarrasses her with a stinkface. She shoves her to the middle of the ring before getting on the middle rope and coming off with the cane to the head, shattering it in half! She covers

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Shoulder Barely Up!

Harris: Such brutality against women… I LOVE IT!

West: I can’t believe Niobe is standing after that.

Robina waits for her to get up and runs for a Big Boot. But Niobe dives and takes out the other leg of Robina forcing her to do a split in the middle of the ring. She follows up with a HARD spinning kick to the back of Robina’s head. She pulls her up and hits the Bite of the Dragon before locking her in a Crossface. Robina struggles and cries as she gets to the ropes to break it, unfortunately it’s a street fight. She finally elbows Niobe off of her, but Niobe pulls her up and hits a Fireman’s carry takeover and makes the cover.

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She whips her into the ropes and hits a Tilt-a whirl backbreaker. She hits a corkscrew elbow drop and locks in a camel clutch for a few seconds. She then runs and hops to the top rope before leaping off with a corkscrew moonsault landing it hard and making the cover.

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Kickout!

Niobe slides to the outside and reaches under the ring grabbing a steel chair. She slides in and swings at Robina. Robina ducks but Niobe keeps swinging, spinning harder and slams the chair into the back of her head causing her to tumble over. Niobe drops a leg across the chair across Robina’s face and makes the cover.

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Shoulder Barely Up!

Harris: Come on Robina…don’t let that bitch mess with you!

West: Niobe doing whatever it takes to end this feud!

Niobe pulls her to her feet but gets Red mist in her face for the effort. She falls down holding her eyes and screaming out loud. Robina takes the chair and jabs it into her back. Robina looks up and blood trickles down her purple hair and she smiles, laughing as she continues to jab her over and over. She sets the chair up and whips Niobe into the ropes and hits a drop toe hold sending her face into the seated chair. She rolls her over and covers.

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Robina sets the chair up again and lifts Niobe for a powerbomb, but Niobe counters with a huricanrana into the chair causing Robina to collapse hard. Robina rolls to the outside and Niobe follows her. She scoops her up and drops her face first on the stairs. She then lays the stiars on top of Robina, and Jumps off the apron with a double foot stomp on the stairs, Sandwiching Robina.

Harris: WHOA!

West: This is PERSONAL!

She rolls Robina in the ring and makes the pin.

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SHOULDER UP!

Harris: I don’t believe she kicked out of that!!

Niobe is shocked as she goes back outside and slides in a trash can, stop sign, and Table. She rolls back in and lifts the trash can high above her head. But robina comes too and kicks her right in the TWAT and forces her to drop the can. Robina lifts it up and shoves it over Niobe’s head. She then comes with the stop sign and SLAMS it into the can over and over. Niobe falls before Robina hits the ropes and does a DOUBLE STOMP on the can into Niobe. She covers!

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THR- NO!

Robina then sets the table up in the corner and sets Niobe on the top rope. She hookes her for a superplex, but Niobe hooks the top rope and Robina falls onto the table… BUT IT DOESN’T BREAK!

Harris: This doesn’t look good for Robina!

Niobe LEAPS OFF WITH a Shooting Star Press into Robina through the table, SHATTERING it into splinters!

West: That was the CRAZIEST Phantasm Horror I’ve ever seen. The table is in splinters and a beaten Niobe lays an arm over Robina

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THREE!

West: AND IT’S OVER!

The EMT’s hit the ring checking on the two girls. They help Robina out and up the ramp. Niobe stands up and raises her arms victorious for the fans to cheer down at her. She smiles through the crimson mask on her bloody face and soaks in the reaction!

[T-Marv]

The Cameras follow Leon 'The Virus' Roberts and Jake Titan, as they both walk into a nearby bar. They both take a couple of stools, and sit at the bar.

Jake: Think we can win this time?

Leon: Don't ever question that. I didn't have you as my tag partner because you're worried we'll lose.

Jake: That's true. You took me on because you wanted to help me pay off a debt.

Leon: You wish. I enjoy your suffering.

Jake: Man shut the f#ck up white boy.

Leon laughed at that, as he looked at the menu. He ordered a couple of beers for both he and Jake Titan.

Jake: Heh. Ya know, most people say that we ain't supposed to drink before a match. I say screw it.

Leon: Yeah. That's how it has to be. And I'm glad that somebody speaks english around here.

Jake: I thought you spoke french?

Leon: Hell no. I don't speak the language of p#$%ies.

Both men shared a laugh at that, as they clanked their bottles, in a silent toast. Some of the other patrons were looking at them, and even laughing at them a bit. But neither Killa paid much attention.

Jake: I know you do speak another language though.

Leon: It's spanish. I do like to know what the wife is screaming as I make her cum hard.

Jake: Ah. Like the one in fifty times ya do it?

Leon: More like all the time.

It was then, that one of the patrons approached them. It was a rather big man, with long hair and a goatie. He smiled at them both, which sort of creeped them both out.

Patron: Donc, vous êtes le Natural Born Killaz. Permettez-moi de vous les gars acheter un tour. Au moins un ventilateur pourrait faire.

He bought them both a round of the same beer. They both nodded in appreciation, figuring that the guy was being nice. But they still turned to their bartender, a young brunteete woman, who was kinda easy on the eyes. She smiled, as she translated.

Bartender: The man said 'So you are the Natural Born Killaz. Let me buy you guys a round. Least a fan could do.'

Leon: Looks like we're well appreciated afterall.

Jake: It's cool I guess. Still, I cant believe that Quebec wants to be it's own nation.

Leon: It's messed up.

Jake: Eh, like I give a f#ck what it is. Still. I got something to say.

Jake Titan got up from his stool. Leon smirked, knowing he'd likely do something stupid. But he made no effort to stop him.

Jake: Va te faire foutre pendant que vous sucer ma bite.

Leon: The hell was that, and since when did you learn french?

Jake: All I said was Thanks, you guys rock, ect.

Bartender: You told them to f#ck themselves while they suck your dick.

True to her word, everyone else looked insulted, and were ready to jump them. Both men finished their beers, just as Demonica walked in. Everyone turned to her, and almost all the hostile intent had vanished.

Demonica: Can't leave you two alone, now can I?

One of the patrons who were gonna attack the Killaz leaned over to the bartender, and told her something. She sighed, as she got the Killaz's attention.

Bartender: They said if you let them spend the night with her, they'd let what you said go.

Leon: Oh? Really? Well here's my response.

Leon smashed a bottle over one of patron's head, and an all out brawl broke out. Bottles were being smashed, and bodies flew everywhere. Jake even slammed a couple guys through a pool table. But as soon as the fight broke out, it ended, with only the Killaz left standing.

Leon: Buncha p#$%ies. French to the core.

Jake: Yeah.

Demonica: Leon...

Leon: Don't start. Not worth the effort. Now let's get outta here. We got some more ass to kick.

With that, the three left. But not before Jake stole a giant bottle of smirnoff vodka. He smirked, as he left. The camera ten showed the carnage that was left in their wake.

hen we return to ringside Nicky Paige is standing in the ring looking at an announcement, looking genuinely perplexed. She clears her throat.

Nicky Paige: Umm... ladies and gentlemen... please, at this time, welcome your special guest commentators for the following match-

West: What!?

Harris: Guess we're getting canned!

Nicky Paige: Uh... Kaylyn James Evans and one half of the APW Tag Team Champions... Aubrey J. Parker?

The crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction and "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar hits the soundsystem. Sure enough, Aubrey J. Parker emerges from the back with a smirk on her face. She holds both championships above her head, facing the fans and skipping down the ramp... obnoxiously, but earning a cheap pop from the Quebec crowd nonetheless.

Seconds later, Kaylyn James Evans follows to a chorus of deafening boos. She smirks at the fans aroung her, rolling her eyes, swatting at the ones that try to reach out to her. Eventually the two make their way to the announce table, but not without KJE scowling at AJP the entire way.

West: Welcome to the table.

Harris: Well... here you guys go, I gue-

AJP: Thanksbye!

Shane and Dick begrudgingly hand over their headsets and go to sit with the timekeeper while Aubrey and KJE take over the commentary table.

AJP: I don't think I've ever done this!

KJE: Not surprised.

"Animals" by Nickleback starts plays, and the crowd stars booing. As they continue to boo, a single purple light glides to the middle of the entrance stage, sitting there as the chorus starts playing over the speakers. Once the chorus starts, Megan pushes the curtain away and walks onto the stage, smirking as she stands in the center of the purple spotlight. She leans forward, bending at her waist as she blows a kiss to everyone in the crowd, smirking as she straightens up and they continue to boo her. She begins to sashay down the entrance ramp, the smirk staying on her face as she got closer and closer to the ring.

Nicky Paige: The following tag team match is set for one fall! First, from Seattle Washington weighing 126 pounds... MEGAN ANDREWS!!

KJE: Boooo.

AJP: Boo.

Upon reaching the ring, Megan hops onto the ring apron and does a bit of light bouncing, getting herself psyched up a bit before stepping between the middle and top ropes, standing there for a moment to shake her ass before straightening up in the ring. As she walks around the ring with her arms raised in the air, Megan can be heard shouting, "I'm the Burning Star, bitches!" at the fans as they continue to boo her.

KJE: What'd she say? What is she?

AJP: She is burning.

KJE: Ew.

Nicky Paige: And her tag team partner from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing 260 pounds, "YOUR Scottish Sensation" EVANNN MCDONAAALLLD!

The opening drumbeat to "A Devil In God's Country" by Lamb of God blares over the PA system and once the riff starts Evan comes out with a cocky smirk on his face, he kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

KJE: Boooo. Oh boo.

AJP: Boo, you stink.

The guitars begin to sound as "American High" by Machine Head plays over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as bright green and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The drums in the intro begin to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there. The guitars then begin to play heavy as Tommy Knoxville walks out from the back and out into the open. He stands there on the stage for a moment with his arms by his side as he looks over the arena before moving his body with the music and banging his head. He then begins to walk down the aisle as a loud voice fills the arena.

Nicky Paige: And their opponents! First, from Long Beach, California, weighing 223 pounds, TOMMY KNOXVILLLLLLLE!!

"I was that kid sittin' over
in the corner,
smiling with a shit-eating
grin
And I was that kid smilin' in
the back of class
'cause I'm fryin' on mescaline
I was that kid drinkin' 40's
on the bleachers
getting drunk after school
Gettin' home too late,
fallin' on my face,
way too drunk to skate
and actin' a fool"

KJE: Oh BOO! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BOOOOOOO!

AJP: Not a fan?

The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knoxville slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knoxville prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade.

Nicky Paige: And his partner, from Possumgrape, Arkansas weighing 345 pounds... BUCKSON GOOOOOCH!

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring. He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring.

KJE: I hear you won't say his last name.

AJP: I... will not.

KJE: Say it just once. Gooch. Say it.

AJP: No.

Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Tag Team Contender Tournament
Buckson Gooch & Tommy Knoxville vs Evan McDonald & Megan Andrews

The bell rings and the crowd cheers as they see that Megan Andrews is the first, going right after the big-man Buckson Gooch! She clubs at his head, capturing him in the beginnings of a front guillotine!

KJE: Well, she’s a dumb bitch for starting this off. Buckson Gooch is three times her size.

AJP: Well, I think she’s brav- whoa!! You CANNOT say “dumb bitch” on TV!

KJE: Why the beep not? You just did.

AJP: Oh my beep God, Kaylyn.

Buckson eventually tosses her overhead and to the mat! Megan gingerly gets back to her feet and Buckson Irish Whips her into his corner, making his way over to tag in Knoxville. Though the double-team is teased, he exits as Knoxville enters the ring and drives Megan into the corner with a back elbow. She sinks down to the corner and Knoxville walks to the center of the ring, casually at first as he points at Evan, daring him to come inside. He then turns and runs back at Megan Andrews and hits a Dropkick to her chin! He drags her out and covers her.

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Megan crawls toward her corner on instinct and Knoxville follows up by picking her up from behind and driving her down with a Diving Reverse DDT! She holds the back of her head and Knoxville mouths off to Evan McDonald again before he goes to the corner and starts to ascend to the top rope... but Megan runs to the corner and hooks his inside leg, slamming him from the top rope all the way down to the canvas before stacking him up with a Schoolboy- and placing her feet on the ropes, though the ref fails to notice!

AJP: That’s cheating!

KJE: No, simple bitch; that’s how you get it done.

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Buckson Gooch kicks Megan’s feet off the rope allowing Knoxville to kick out! Quebec cheers for the Possumtown sasquatch, and both he and his partner shoot dirty looks toward the announce table. KJE and AJP look up at them in silence... and the distraction is all it takes for Megan Andrews to hit a spinning heel kick to Knoxville’s back! He hits the ropes and turns around, more shocked than hurt, but he’s taken down with a Hurricanrana! He climbs to his feet quickly and turns as Megan runs at him and grabs his hair, twisting 180 degrees through the air to nail a Facebuster! Knoxville crawls to his knees, holding his nose in pain... and Megan dives to her corner, tagging in Evan McDonald to boos from Quebec.

KJE: This twat has somehow been one of the most consistent people on the roster. Like, WHO allowed his ego to get that beep big? Because clearly, his beep BEEP isn’t. Beep guarantee it.

AJP: That’s really distracting.

Evan McDonald hits Knoxville with a series of Clotheslines and gets him up for a Scoop Slam! He yells out into the jeering crowd, standing at the ropes to yell back at them and then turns his attention back to Tommy Knoxville who is dazed. Evan positions him for a Piledriver, but Knoxville drops down to his knees.. and jerks his head upward! Evan grabs his groin in pain and screams out in agony, waddling away from Knoxville. Tommy Knoxville grabs him from behind and locks in the half-nelson Judo Choke he calls the Drunken Hangover! McDonald reaches for the ropes, but he’s too far away! Megan screams for him to crawl on the outside... and after a few seconds, McDonald is able to reach out to her- and the crowd boos as Megan drags Evan an inch farther to the ropes, but the referee recognizes it as legal. Knoxville rolls off of him and gets in Megan’s face for a moment, muttering something to her, but he turns his attention back to McDonald, who leaps up out of nowhere and grabs him for a Belly to Back Snap Suplex!

AJP: You’d think after last week, he wouldn’t be so quick to keep taking his eye off the ball...

KJE: Well obviously he’s a beep idiot. He makes YOU look intelligent.

AJP: ...That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Evan tags Megan Andrews back in, and holds Knoxville in an Abdominal Stretch type position while Megan hops up to the second rope and nails a diving thrust kick to Tommy’s face! Evan gets out of the ring right before the referee’s 5 count, and Megan covers Tommy Knoxville!

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THR...kickout!!

KJE: Darn.

AJP: Oh- darn? Really?

Megan goes out to the top rope and waits for Tommy Knoxville to climb to his feet... and she jumps from the top and nails a

AJP: Was that a Shooting Star DDT!?

KJE: That was SOOOO a Shooting Star DDT. Bitch has moves!

AJP: There’s the cover...

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THRRRRE...NO!!!

AJP: How do you kick out of something like that...?

Megan screams in frustration and pushes the referee back. He gives her a warning, and she screams obscenities into his face before she turns and begins to punt and stomp Tommy Knoxville... but he hops up without warning and hits a T-Bone Suplex, leaving both of them motionless on the mat! The crowd cheers for the move and both of their partners stomp their feet, itching for the tag. Megan is closer, but isn’t moving, whereas Knoxville army-crawls toward Buckson Gooch... and finally makes the tag! Megan stirs and makes the tag three seconds later. Evan McDonald doesn’t have time to enter the ring on his own accord, because Buckson grabs him by the hair and throws him over the top rope into the middle of the ring! The crowd roars for the maneuver and as Evan gets up, he turns and walks right into a Fisherman’s Suplex with a bridging pin!

AJP: He calls that the Hog Tie Suplex!

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KJE: The what? Why do you know that?

AJP: I thought it was a pretty cool mo-

KJE: I don’t follow anyone named “Gooch.” You shouldn’t either. Hey, Parker, say “Gooch.”

AJP: No. Stop hitting me.

Evan fights Buckson all the way up to their feet and breaks out of a Suplex attempt! Evan hits the ropes and rebounds for a Clothesline, but Buckson counters with a Powerslam! Evan groans as he climbs back to his feet and turns into a kick to the gut followed by a Powerbomb! The crowd grows loud and we soon find out why... Megan Andrews is on the top rope! Buckson doesn’t seem to notice, but out of nowhere, Tommy Knoxville sprints across the ring from the outside and hops up to the apron, shoving Megan off! She lands awkwardly on the top rope and falls out to the floor below!

KJE: Hahaha that sucks! Like you, Parker!

AJP: Yeah. I know. I suck. Speaking of sucking- what exactly is your relationship to Tommy Knoxville?

KJE: Look, bitch-

AJP: Look, bitch! Look in the ring!

Buckson Gooch nails his vicious Mule Kick, the Razorback Scrambler and Evan McDonald is flipped from the impact! He hits the ground and Knoxville enters the ring as Buckson leans across McDonald for the pin.

AJP: Razorback Scrambler!

KJE: How do you know that? Is that “Gooch” beep?

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Nicky Paige: Here are your winners, the team of Buckson Gooch & Tommy Knoxville!

AJP: Apparently the times aren’t being announced until later but... I mean... Evan and Megan put up more of a fight than I think they were expecting. What do you think?

Kaylyn drops the headset and exits ringside, winking at the winners inside the ring. Knoxville glares at Kaylyn and starts to shout something to her, but she rolls her eyes and shakes her head, walking away.

AJP: Well. I guess you guys can uh... have your table back.

Harris: Get up.

West: Leave. That was atrocious.

AJP: Ah... okay.

Parker picks up her headset and drops it on the table. She holds both of her championship belts above her head, skipping alongside the ring barricade, earning a cheap pop from the crowd. Buckson and Knoxville look at her from the ring and she turns, smirking at them. Knoxville motions that he wants the Tag Team Championships, slapping Buckson’s chest to reinforce that. Parker smirks and looks down at Megan Andrews who is climbing to her feet at ringside.

She drops the Suicidal Championship and stalks Megan, holding the Tag Team Title as a weapon...

West: What is she doing!?

Harris: She’s gonna knock Megan Andrews out cold!

As Megan climbs to her feet, however, Parker abruptly backs off and winks up at the winners again, smiling. She picks up her championships and skips up the ramp with them high above her head, once again earning the cheap pop.

West: Things are getting really... weird... in the tag team division.

Harris: Yarmouth quit. All the weird had to go somewhere.

[T-Marv]

Cid Phoenix is lifting dumbbells and getting ready for his match, when a hand pats him across the back. He drops the dumbbells and turns around, as the camera zooms in on his face. He smiles.

CID (nods): Hey..

The camera pans backward to reveal who he is talking to. It's Amy Zing.

AMY: So, you ready for our match tonight?

CID: As ready as I've ever been! Are you ready?

Amy smiles.

AMY: Just bring your best and don't disappoint.

Phoenix steps face to face with Amy. His smile disappears.

CID: Don't worry.. I won't disappoint.

Amy's smile also disappears.

AMY: Good.. Because I aim to disappoint you by beating you tonight. See you out there.

Cid's eyes narrow, as he watches Amy turn on her heels and walk away. As she leaves, he smiles again..

CID: Good.. That's what I like to hear!

The lights go out throughout the arena, followed by at least 20 seconds of silence. Suddenly, Aiden's "Die, Die, Die My Darling" echoes hauntingly over the loudspeakers, as the ActionTron springs to life with the shaky animated word, 'Die' flashed across the Tron Screen...

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Brooklyn, NY; he weighs 162lbs....CID PHOENIX!

As the music hits a thunderous crescendo, Cid Phoenix appears from behind the curtains to deafening cheers. He pounds his chest, and takes in the moment before sauntering down the aisle. He exchanges high fives with fans, and even gets a few kisses from several ladies in the crowd before rolling beneath the ropes to stand up and await the start of the match.

It's just the way
The game is played
It's best if you just
Wait your turn

AMY ZING flashes across the screen. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses.

The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova

Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slaping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring..

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

: Paige: From San Francisco, CA by way of Hong Kong, China; she weighs 120lbs...”THE HONG KONG SENSATION”....AMY ZING!!!

Cid Phoenix vs. “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing

Cid charges at Amy, but she’s too quick and counters his momentum with a monkey flip. As Cid gets to his feet Amy springs at him, spinning through the air and landing a punch to the face. Cid stumbles back into a corner, Amy runs up and nails a step-up Pele kick, landing on her feet, then front flips onto Cid’s shoulders and whips him across the ring with a hurricanrana. Amy gets up and blows a kiss to the crowd as they hoot and holla. Cid gets up, Amy runs at him into a handspring looking for a back elbow, but Cid is able to counter with a sleeper slam. He makes a cover, but Amy kicks out on two.

West: As we have come to expect Amy Zing is really taking it to her opponent early in this match.

Harris: Her pace is relentless, but I’m not sure it’s the best strategy. High risks bring big rewards, but they also leave you open to the smart pro – as we saw there.

Cid has Amy back on her feet, but quickly sweeps her legs from underneath, upending her so that she lands on her head, then follows this up with a jumping elbow drop to the heart. Another cover, another two count, but Amy kicks out. Cid whips Amy into a corner, charges and lands a front drop kick right to the chest. Amy stumbles forwards and hits the mat, Cid hits the ropes and lands a rolling thunder, then gets back to his feet, throws out a taunt and hits a standing moonsault onto Amy. Cid makes a lazy, cocky pin...Amy is able to kick out on two. Cid lifts Amy again and tries to whip her into the ropes, but she counters into an arm wrench and attempts a roundhouse kick. Cud ducks under it though and locks Amy in a sleeper hold, then transitions into a back drop suplex. Getting to his feet he throws his arms in the air and lets out a roar of satisfaction. As Amy gets to her feet, Cid delivers another back drop suplex, repeating this sequence two more times until Amy is left writhing on the mat. Twice Cid makes a pin attempt, but twice Amy finds something to kick out on two.

West: We’ve seen a different side to Cid Phoenix recently. Gone are the days of fooling around and being the journeyman; he looks like he means business in this recent re-boot.

Harris: He may not have the stature of others, but we’re seeing real hunger from Cid Phoenix right now. Some of the Meltdown roster need to take some notes here.

Sensing the tide is running in his favour, Cid goes looking for a big move. He whips Amy into the ropes and attempts a spinning heel kick, but Amy ducks under, hits the ropes and looks for a spectacular front flip corkscrew axe kick, but Cid reads it, sidesteps then counters with a huge clothesline that bowls Amy right over. Cid has Amy up, lifts her into an atomic drop, looking for the Ball Breaker, but she counters into a double leg cradle...

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Cid kicks out.

West: It’s evenly matches, and you feel whoever makes least mistakes is going to walk away with this one.

Harris: They both need the win, and you get the impression they are both giving this everything.

Both get to their feet at the same time and charge, a double clothesline taking them both down. The ref begins a ten-count, the crowd clap along to encourage their favourites. Amy is up a fraction before Cid and looks for a tornado DDT, but Cid counters into the Ball Breaker. Cid runs to the corner and flips off, looking for a corkscrew moonsault, but Amy gets her knees up. The crowd roar as Cid is left panting on his knees. Amy stands up, hits the ropes and as Cid gets to his feet he is caught with a tornado DDT...NO! He counters into a version of the Black Hole Slam. Cid gets to his feet, starts stalking his pray. Amy is up, Cid looks for the Ace Cutter, but Amy pushes him off. Cid bounces off the ropes and....TORNADO DDT! Amy has him planted, makes the cover...

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Amy goes up top, she waits for Cid and as he gets up she launches herself from the top rope and lands the Fenghuang Kick. Cid is out cold as she covers...

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Winner: “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy King

Amy gets to her feet and blows out a few kisses to the crowd. She chuckles to herself as she looks down upon her beaten opponent, then heads backstage to carry out her celebrations.

West: An amazing win for Amy Zing on her return to Meltdown.

Harris: She’s got the looks, she’s got the attitude, and she’s proven tonight that she’s also got the fight inside the ring. This girl will go far Shane.

[T-Marv]

Live backstage we can see Sienna Harrison signing off on paperwork, she was relaxed and calm until she was startled by the appearance of Mannie and company who have just barged into the office.


Mannie: What the hell is going on?


Sienna: Mannie…

Mannie: No, no…Don’t patronize me Sienna. Why is she back here?


Sienna: Well let’s just say legally, we aren’t allowed to keep her from not being here.

Mannie: But, but I won and she touched my Uncle and Alec. So why is she being rewarded with a new contract?


Sienna: Okay Mannie, listen…I know right now things seem wacky but trust me.

Mannie clutches his title as Alec & Uncle Charlie still look a bit unsure, but they ease off as Mannie nods in approval.


Mannie: You’re right Sienna! I should trust you but I promise you, if she tries anything…And I mean anything to hurt me and my people, I will end it!


Mannie and company leave the office as Sienna watches with a look of curiosity. While Mannie and company head up the corridor, we see a hidden Warren Peace lurking in the shadows smiling. Mannie and company are almost near their dressing room before they are stopped by an adoring fan who is wearing a #TheMAEra T-shirt.


Fan: Oh my God…It’s really Young Mannie right here in the flesh; you’re “The Main Attraction”! I can't believe it; I am standing in the presence of greatness.

Alec steps in between Mannie and the fan.


Fan: Can I get an autograph or a picture, oh man I have to tweet about this.

Uncle Charlie: How did you get back here kid?


Fan: I don't know I was looking for the bathroom and bam here is the greatest wrestler on the planet.

Uncle Charlie: Bathroom hunh? Sounds like B.S. to me, let’s go.


The fan tries to stop Mannie from leaving but Alec quickly snatches him by the throat while pressing him on the wall, Mannie smirks at the display as he and Uncle Charlie continue to walk.


Fan: Please…All I wanted was your autograph Mannie; you’re my favorite wrestler in the world.

Mannie stops as he looks back to see a frighten face being guzzled, he sighs as he decides to go back.


Mannie: Let him go Alec.


Alec: But Mannie…


Mannie: I said let the kid go Alec!


Alec reluctantly agree as the kid is dropped back to his feet by Alec as Mannie helps the kid up.


Mannie: There you go kid, are you okay?


Fan: Yes I’m fine, thank you Mannie.

Mannie: Well I’ll be leaving then.


Mannie and company are ready to go once again until the fan speaks up again.


Fan: But aren’t you going to sign my t-shirt?

Mannie looks annoyed as he turns back around once again.


Mannie: Ok…If it gets you out of the way, I will sign the damn autograph. What's your name?


Fan: David.

Mannie looks at the fan inquisitively.


Mannie: You kind of look familiar.


Fan: I get that a lot.

Mannie scribbles quickly onto the t-shirt that the fan was wearing.


Mannie: Now get out of here kid, I got a match to get ready for.


Fan: Oh one more thing.

Mannie: What now?


Fan: Viva la revolution!

The fan smacks Alec across the face and takes off, as we now see a pissed off Alec who looks like he is about to blow a gasket before rushing to follow him down the corridor. Mannie and Uncle Charlie begin talking among themselves as they are still confused by what happened, when suddenly Charlie is cracked in the back with a steel chair. Uncle Charlie hits the floor holding his back in agony as Mannie turns around to find Warren Peace standing behind him. Mannie tries to bargaining with Peace but to no avail does it work as he gets stabs in the gut with the arch of the chair bending him down for his trouble.


Warren drops the chair and grabs Mannie into position and gives him a reverse DDT onto the chair. Mannie is out cold after receiving it.


Warren leaves the chair and bodies on the floor as goes up at the hallway, he is almost a few feet from the exit when Alec has returned from his unsuccessful chase. Peace thinks on his feet by ducking from Alec’s view behind a cart. Alec has now become distraught from seeing Mannie & Uncle Charlie laid out. Warren knows that getting to the exit won’t be easy so he knows he has to do something drastic. So Warren looks around and finds a pipe, Warren begins to countdown from 5 before deciding to jump out from behind the cart to swing on Alec. Alec who suspected that Peace was still around is able to react with quick reflexes by dodging the swing, Alec on impulse connects with a spear on Peace which sends them both flying through a nearby table. The two of them continue to brawl back to their feet until their separated by arena security who arrives on the scene. The security grabs Peace and Alec who are still trying to get at each other.


The scene fades to commercial as Alec goes to help Mannie & Uncle Charlie to their dressing room, while Peace is being dragged down the corridor.

Paige: The Following Contest is scheduled for one fall

The arena is smothered in darkness as the house lights drop down, only the flicker of a few lighters offering a puncture in blackness. The Megatron lights up and displays the words to the following voiceover.

One day some of the kids in the neighbourhood carried my mother’s groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.

Respect

Respect

Respect

The sound of the track penetrates; it’s the sound of a siren accompanied by the lyrical flow of UK Apache as ‘Original Nuttah’ introduces itself.

New name, mon:
The original nuttah
Take heed and take check

This continues as the siren wails and the arena remains in complete darkness. Forty seconds and lighting effects kick in, all multi-coloured and psychedelic-like, matching the tempo of the MC’s flow, slowly building up the anticipation in the crowd.

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

Around 1:20, as the drum beat kicks, strobe lighting effects explodes all over the stage as the jungle and MC kick into full flow.

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, dancing and prancing his way like a hillbilly e-ed up to the eyeballs. Joining in with the frenzied orgy, the in-house crowd turn the event into a full on rave as The Guv’nor marches down to the ring.

Nicky Paige: Hailing from the East End of London, he weighs 228lbs...THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as the music fades out and he gets ready for his opponent.

West: The undefeated Guv’nor looks mean and nasty as usual.

Harris: And I guarantee he’ll stay that way. Mean. Nasty. And undefeated.

"I can't get started from the part, where I left off, yesterday!/Should've spent my time a little wiser."

The lights spur sporadically. Flashing multiple colors, with darkness prevailing between all. As the full song kicks in, besides the opening vocals and short spurs of heavy guitar chords; smoke abruptly pours onto the entrance ramp.

"I sat alone, guilty as sin, waiting for words to come from out of my head / not making sense to anyone!"

Upon this, Kevin Dahlia excitedly "pops" from the confines of behind the curtain, a singular arm raised, and a cocky smirk smeered across his lips. His eyes gleam with megalomania intent. A quick spin around, akin to what someone who is showcasing a new attire would express, is performed by Kevin. His arms outstretched. He slowly saunters to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia and weighing in at 224 pounds… The New Cancer, KEVIN Dahlia

Upon reaching the bottom of the ramp, he walks to a fan. A younger child extending a pen and paper. Signaling for an autograph. Kevin smiles as he walks towards the child. He takes ahold of the pen and paper, and begins to scratch. He turns the sheet towards the child, revealing it to read "NO". He rips the sheet, and returns the pen, petting the head of the disheartened child. Smirking, proud of his douchery, Kevin runs and hops to the edge of the ring. He slides along it on a single knee, with a hand grasping the middle rope for balance. Looking into the camera, he exclaims, "Gotta be K.D. baby".

Using the rope for assistance, he gracefully enters the ring, running to a ring post, climbing it and extending his arms. He soaks in the jeering, as though it's what he was searching for.

West: Kevin has been up and down since his debut on Meltdown, but has lots of upside.

Harris: But that upside will be magnified if he gets the pinfall here.

Kevin Dahlia vs. The Guv’Nor

Dahlia and Guv meet in the middle of the ring and begin jawing back and forth at each other. Dahlia uses one finger and shoves Guv back. Guv laughs and shoves Dahlia hard with both hands sending him stumbling down. Dahlia gets pissed and comes back with Spit to the face of Guv’nor which incites him beyond all belief and he tackles Dahlia to the ground and pounds him with hard lefts and rights. Dahlia squirms out of the assult and rolls to the outside. Guv follows but Kevin rolls back in and stomps the hell out of Guv when he comes back in. But Guv eventually gets to his feet and takes Kevin down with a short arm clothesline. Kevin answers with a side headlock take over. He whips Guv into the ropes and hits a deep arm drag followed by holding on the arm bar. Guv breaks the pin and gets to his feet. He ducks under a spinning wheel kick and hits his own fujiwara armbar takedown. Kevin scrambles to the ropes. As Guv breaks, Kevin hits a big low blow that the ref didn’t catch!

West: That was uncalled for.

Harris: If the ref didn’t catch it, I don’t want to hear it.

West: Though I do love the constant action in the match.

Kevin whips Guv into the ropes and hits a springboard back elbow. He picks him up and drops him with a Reverse DDT in the middle of the ring before hitting a Slingshot Boot stomp to the face. He kicks away on the downed Guv and locks in a rear chin lock! Guv’Nor battles to his feet but Kevin uses a pull of the tights to keep him at bay and locks him in a Abdominal stretch. Guv counters with a Hip toss, but Kevin rolls through and gets a fireman’s carry. He then hooks the head and hits a Tornado DDT from the turnbuckle. He Covers.

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Kevin pulls him beck up and and hits an Arm Trap STO before posing for the crowd. He waits in the wings and nails a Quick Jumping Spear before rolling Guv over for the Contortionist Clutch. Guv screams in pain as the ref asks for a submission. Guv finally manages to get a hand free for the ropes! Kevin pulls him back up and ducks a short arm clothesline into a German Suplex and bridges the pin.

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Harris: Where is the Guv’Nor we knew and loved. With Kevin in control, this may be a short lived winning streak.

West: There’s still a lot of match left to go here Dick. Don’t count Guv’nor out yet!

Kevin slingshots off the ropes for a shining wizard but Guv runs and catches him short before dropping him with a HARD spinebuster. He then lifts him up for a spinning body slam and drops a fist on his face soon after. He drops another fist, then a hard elbow right into the bridge of the nose as blood starts to trickle out of Kevin. He pulls Kevin back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes hitting a Cactus Clothesline upon return. He hoists him up with a Fisherman spike DDT before making a cover

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Guv pulls Kevin up, but Kevin hits hard lefts and right to the face before hitting the ropes… but Guv is there with a reverse facelock into the BITE of the dragon. He stomps away at Kevin before unleashing hard right hands targeting that busted nose. He pulls Kevin up and nails him with the Chronic Aggro and locks in the hold after. Kevin can’t breathe and starts to sputter before the ref comes over and forces Guv to release. Guv climbs the turnbuckles and leaps off with an inverted double knee drop to the chest of Dahlia before covering him.

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Harris: Kevin is blowing it!

West: Or Guv’Nor is just the better man!

Guv pulls Kevin to his feet and chops away at his chest hard over and over. He unleashes with rappid chops before hitting a few shoulder thrusts. He then whips Kevin hard face first into the turnbuckle. As Kevin stumbles back, Guv runs and hits the London Drop. He rolls and hooks the leg.

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NO! Kickout!

Guv pulls him up and goes for a fisherman’s lock, but Kevin breaks out and puts a thumb in Guv’s eye. He runs off and hits a Diving Cross Body. He follows up with a Rotating Neckbreaker before climbing the top rope and leaping off with the Shining Wizard of Oz. He covers Gov

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Harris: SO CLOSE!

West: It’s still anyone’s match!

Dahlia hooks Gov and looks for the Canis Minor. But Guv rolls out of it and goes for the Gipsy kiss… Dahlia counters and looks for the Canis Minor again. Guv stomps his feet and clips his leg. Once down Guv’Nor locks in the HACKNEY LOCK!

Harris: WHOA! What a counter!

Kevin has no where to go and after struggling for a few minutes, he has no choice but to tap out!

Paige: Winner of this match by submission…. THE GUV’NOR!

Guv holds the lock in as the bell continues to ring.

West: Come on, the match is over! That’s enough.

Harris: He’s sending a message Shane!

The ref FINALLY forces him to let go and pulls him off Kevin. Guv shoves the ref away then raises his hands in victory as Kev is rolled out of the ring!

[T-Marv]

Our cameras return to the ring where the crowd is already booing, whole-heartedly. Sienna Harrison stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand, and a black tarp covering the usually-white ring mats.

There is a table, covered in an orange-and-red cloth with the Meltdown logo printed on it. Two chairs are set up, as well as a contract-- clear as day, with Amy Zing's black-and-white photo printed on the front.

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

Sienna nods and raises the microphone to her lips.

Sienna: Right. Right. I suck. Please-- remind me of how much you hate me, and how much you hate the way Alexander Duvall and I run this program. Let Jeff hear it. Let Mark Mania hear it!

Sienna holds the microphone up and the crowd boos loudly-- a deafening response. Sienna just scoffs and shakes her head. She starts to say something again, but pauses as the crowd begins to chant again.

"YOUUUU'RE GONNA-GET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!"

"YOUUUU'RE GONNA-GET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!"

"YOUUUU'RE GONNA-GET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!"

Sienna slowly lowers her microphone and narrows her eyes into the camera, shaking her head, muttering something under her breath.

"NA-NA-NAAA-NAH!"

"NA-NA-NAAA-NAAAHH!"

"HEY-HEY-HEEEEYYYYY!"

"GOODB--"

Siena: SHUT YOUR MOUTHS! You people are LUCKY that you have people like Alexander Duvall and I running this program! You people are LUCKY that--!

"Wait Your Turn" hits the PA system to a deafening, overwhelming response from the capacity crowd and Sienna, with a very audible grunt, lowers her mic and turns to the entranceway where Amy Zing, along with her brother and attorney, Liu Zhao, make their way down to the ring. Zhao carries a briefcase and folders in-hand, while Zing smiles and slaps hands with the fans as she makes her way down to ringside.

Sienna glares at Amy as she hops up onto the apron, continuing to pose to her loyal fans before slowly turning toward Sienna. The two lock eyes and Sienna glares at Amy, but stands in the center of the ring with her arms crossed, waiting.

Amy walks around the table and takes the mic.

Amy: "Honestly Sienna, I think these people feel you are lucky to have a job."

The fans cheer in response but Sienna simply raises an eyebrow, hardly amused.

Sienna: Considering you, at this moment, are still technically unemployed, I think you have a lot of nerve to make a claim like that. You're lucky that out of the kindness of our hearts, Alexander and I are giving you another chance. Sit down. Shut up. Sign the papers, and get out of my ring.

Amy: "I really have to ask, because my brother and I are not in the same business, but what's it like knowing Evan is better than you?"

The crowd drones with a deep "OOOOOH!" toward Sienna, who stares ahead at Amy with a blank expression. She seems lost for words for a few moments but then raises the microphone again and responds.

Sienna: It's like... Nothing. Evan is a wrestler. And I'm the Vice-General Manager of Monday Night Meltdown. Mkay? This isn't about me, and how dare you speak to me that way when I'm out here trying to do you a damn FAVOR?

Amy: "Really? This is a favor? I thought this was in response to the thousands of e-mails and tweets from fans who realize the only reason you fired me is because deep down inside, you know that you can't handle it as a wrestler. Now I may not be all that successful, but at least I took the chance."

Sienna rolls her eyes as the crowd roars in response. She shakes her head at Amy and, again, is left without words for a moment. She points to the table.

Sienna: Sign your contract, you spiteful little bitch.

The crowd groans deeply at this comment, begging Amy to do something about it!

Amy: "Just one more question. How does Evan feel about you and Mannie sleeping together?"

The crowd grows loud once again-- and Sienna rears back, slapping Amy hard across her jaw, her face burning red with rage.

West: Whoa--

Harris: Sienna! That's not what you wanna do when you know Jeff and Mania are watching!

Amy staggers back and turns to her brother. They seem to talk for a moment. He looks at Sienna and nods. Amy turns back to Sienna and then leaps over the table, tackling Sienna::

West: OH MY GOD!

Harris: OHHHH MYYYYYY GOD! THAT'S-- THAT'S-- Shane, that's-- that's one of our bosses. Get in there and do something!

Shane: What?! I--

Harris: SHANE, GO!

Amy throws hard shots toward Sienna's face, but Sienna covers up! Liu Zhao watches, with his hands folded as the crowd grows thunderous! Shane West enters the ring, timidly, attempting to pull Amy Zing off-- but as Sienna shoves Amy off, she accidentally rams the back of her head into Shane's jaw, knocking him to the ground!

Harris: My broadcast partner is down!

Amy staggers abit, having hit Shane's jaw. Sienna grabs her microphone as she slides out of the ring, pointing to Amy and glaring.

Sienna: You're crazy! You don't deserve an APW contract!

Amy shrugs and heads to the outside, after Sienna.

Sienna: Amy-- Amy, wait. Think.

Sienna backs away until she hits the steps-- and then slides into the ring!

Sienna: AMY, stop!

The crowd roars as Amy slides in, right after her, and stands over Sienna, but Sienna raises the microphone, speaking quickly.

Sienna: You wanna fight me so bad?! You want me-- fine. You have me. You and me. Zing vs Harrison. Next week. In a match. You can have it!

Harris: WHAAAT?!

The crowd erupts, and Amy takes only a second to smile and take this in. Amy grabs the contract off the table and signs it, tossing it towards Harrison, retrieving her mic.

Amy: "I will see you next week... ha, thanks for the favor."

She drops the microphone and nods to Liu Zhao. The two make their way out of the ring and up the ramp.

West: What the HELL did Sienna Harrison just get herself into?!

Harris: Hahaha, I have no idea, but I love it! Zing and Phoenix are set to do battle in just a few minutes-- Sienna had better hope Phoenix breaks her neck or something.

West: There's gotta be a catch. There's gotta be...

We fade to black on Sienna's worried expression in the ring.

‘Cult of Personality’ hits on the PA system, and out comes Nathaniel Havok. Ready and dressed for combat, he still walks onto the entrance way with a microphone in his hand.

Havok: Cut the music, Please? Please, cut the music.

The music abruptly stops, and the mixed reaction from the crowd now is the only thing filling the air.

Havok: So let me get this straight… Trevor Hyatt is give his “big break” as he faces the Enforcer of Sorrow live on Monday Night Meltdown… He’s given his “chance to shine” as he “strikes out on his own”, away from his tag team partner… Yet it seems as if nobody can locate him! You see, this is exactly what I’m talking about!

The fans start to boo, as Nathaniel’s fans remain silent out of respect for their favorite wrestler. Nathaniel begins to walk down the ramp, but at a very slow pace.

Havok: Trevor Hyatt is given a chance to showcase himself against a true singles competitor, a main event talent through and through! And he decides to not help promote it, not give his opinion on the match to anybody, OR even show me the proper respect of telling me what he really thinks! The truth is… Once he found out who he was facing, Trevor Hyatt hightailed it out of town! He did the smartest thing that he could have ever done, and Trevor Hyatt…

The fans all jump to their feet as Trevor Hyatt comes barreling down the ramp, clipping Nathaniel from behind. Nathaniel immediately falls to the ground, rolling the rest of the way down the entrance ramp. With the fans on their feet, Hyatt takes a minute to play along, throwing his hands in the air and getting the fans even more pumped.

West: Here we go! Once they get into the ring, this one can officially begin!

Hyatt grabs Nathaniel by the hair, tossing him into the ring, and rolling in himself. Hyatt gets to his feet and walks over to Nathaniel. He grabs the Enforcer of Sorrow by the hair, but is punched in the gut so hard, that it takes the wind out of him. Nathaniel gets to his feet, and uppercuts Hyatt square in the chin. Hyatt spins around, and is caught by Nathaniel who delivers a reveres DDT.

Harris: That looks like it hurt!

West: The cover!

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West: Big kick out by Hyatt in the early going!

Harris: That was a very well executed reverse DDT! It would have been justifiable if Hyatt hadn’t kicked out!

Nathaniel doesn’t waste anytime, still agitated about getting clipped from behind. He grabs Hyatt up by the hair, backing him into the corner. He Irish whips him all the way across, following through and delivering a huge corner clothesline. Nathaniel then mounts a downed Trevor Hyatt, and delivers a flurry of stiff right hands, straight to the forehead of his foe. Snatching Hyatt up, Nathaniel backs him into the corner once more. Nathaniel takes a moment to taunt the fans, before delivering a few chops to the chest of Trevor. Slowly, Nathaniel backs up, sizing up Trevor Hyatt. He then darts in his direction, attempting another clothesline. However, Trevor puts his feet up, kicking Nathaniel right in the jaw.

West: Here we go! Trevor has an opening here!

Trevor flies out of the corner, clotheslining Nathaniel, who springs back up, and is whipped into the corner for his trouble. After a flurry of rights, lefts, and chops, Trevor grabs Nathaniel and sets him up, delivering a vertical suplex, then going for the cover.

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Harris: So close! NOT!

West: What’s your infatuation with Nathaniel Havok?

Harris: He’s a genius, Shane! A pure genius!

Hyatt springs up, but the veteran Nathaniel sees an opening, and from the mat below, kicks Hyatt right in the knee. Nathaniel hops up, kicking Hyatt dead in the side of the head, taking him from one knee, all the way down to the mat below.

West: OUCH! Wait, the cover!

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Frustrated, Nathaniel starts arguing with the referee about the count, giving Trevor time to begin stirring. Trevor begins crawling on all fours, as Nathaniel backs right up into his as he argues with the referee.

Harris: School boy!

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Nathaniel leaps to his feet, irate that Hyatt was able to catch him off guard like that. Hyatt slowly sits up, but is met by a boot to the face by Havok, that makes the crowd shutter just watching.

Harris: WOAH! Knockout boot by the Enforcer of Sorrow! I bet this one is over!

West: Not just yet, Dick…

Nathaniel picks up the limp and lifeless body of Trevor Hyatt.

West: Watch it! Plan Extraction! Plan Extraction by Havok!

Harris: The cover!

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Paige: Here is your winner, the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok!

West: Nathaniel Havok making quick work of Trevor Hyatt… Showing all of his frustrations of the past few weeks, and taking them all out on Trevor!

‘Cult of Personality’ hits on the PA, but is quickly cut off by Nathaniel Havok, who continues his beat down on Trever Hyatt, who rolls out of the ring for cover. Nathaniel then demands a microphone, as he breathes heavily, trying to catch his breath.

Havok: That North American Championship… Dammit, Duvall… I want it! And per my contract, you’re going to give it to me! No bullshit, no obstacles! Me and the North American Champion at RassleMania, one on one! Dammit, Duvall… I’m demanding it!

Nathaniel pauses, waiting for Duvall to come out and respond.

Havok: Duvall! Get your ass out here, and give me what’s mine!

Pausing briefly, Nathaniel seems like he’s starting to lose his patients.

Havok: You know what, to hell with it! You have until the end of the night to give me what I want! If you don’t, next week, you’ll be in for the absolute worst night of your life! Choose wisely, Alex! You know damn well what I’m capable of, and what I can do to your damn career! And believe me, I’LL DO IT!

Nathaniel drops the mic as ‘Cult of Personality’ hits one more time, and EMT’s come down to check on an unconscious Trevor Hyatt. Meltdown heads to commercial break

[T-Marv]

When we return to the back, we see that Robina Hood is doing her best to get Sienna Harrison to relax, massaging her shoulders with a worried look written upon her face. Sienna is sitting in the chair behind Alexander Duvall's desk, her own face buried in her hands.

Robina: I'm sorry, Sienna. I know that tonight I couldn't--

Sienna: It's not you. You're not why I'm stressed. It's just...

She trails off, but soon the office door is thrust open. Alexander Duvall steps inside and stares at Sienna. He leans over the desk and glares into Sienna's eyes.

Duvall: What the hell are you trying to do to us?

Sienna: ...What?

Duvall: You. Against Amy Zing next week... In a match? Are you bloody INSANE, woman?

Sienna: I didn't know what to say! She was about to beat me up!

Duvall: You shouldn't have interjected yourself into a match! How irresponsible! Do you know what they're going to think, now? GUESS how the pre-evaluation is gonna go, Sienna! Guess!

Sienna: ...Well, it's not like you came running to my rescue, Alexander.

Duvall's eyes grow wide and his face grows red. He points an accusing finger at Robina.

Duvall: Neither did your lackey.

Sienna: She's not my lackey. She's Robina Hood. And she just went through a hellacious Street Fight-- one that you booked. I'm doing my best, damnit.

Duvall: Well, do better.

Alexander pivots and turns, his eyes growing wide. The cameras pan over to the doorway to reveal President Jeff himself, flanked by Mark Mania. Mania is sipping coffee while Jeff flips through a few papers-- but looks right at Duvall as he does so.

President Jeff: I wanted to ask you about all of these lawsuits that seem to have your name written all over them, Mr. Duvall.

Mania: Shady.

President Jeff: Let's step into my office, shall we?

Duvall: All of--?

President Jeff: Just you.

The crowd drones a deep "OOOOOH!" as Duvall winces. Jeff turns and leads the way down the corridor back to his office. Mania grins at Duvall, who glares back at him until he moves past him to walk down the hall behind Jeff. The camera swings back to Sienna and Robina. Sienna groans and places a hand on her forehead.

Robina: So what are you gonna do?

Sienna starts to answer, but her phone begins to ring. She groans and motions for Robina to answer it, but she's already a step ahead.

Robina: Sienna's phone. Who's calli-- OKAY, you don't need to scream at me, every time! ...It's Evan, Sienna.

Sienna takes the phone from Robina and places it to her ear.

Sienna: Hello?

We don't hear the conversation, but for nearly twenty seconds, Sienna simply sits there, listening. She slowly lowers her hand and smiles.

Sienna: That's a perfect idea. That's absolutely... perfect.

She turns and smiles at Robina Hood, who looks confused, as she says this. Our crowd boos and we fade to black.

The music dies down, as Leon requests for a mic. He looks somewhat amused, as he begins to speak.

Leon: What do we have here? Quite possibly one city I haven't wrestled in, and to be honest, I don't care to either.

The entire crowd booes as Leon smirks. He got the reaction he wanted.

Leon: I mean look at you. You're a bunch of idiots. French. I've heard all what the entire province wants. And right here, is the damn capital of it all. Quebec had the audacity to want to be it's own nation while keeping the same currency. That ain't happening, ya little jerks. Though for you not to be associated with Canada would be doing us all a damn favor!

The crowd booes him even more. Jake Titan raises both middle fingers at the crowd, as Leon continued to speak.

Leon: Why should I even bother? I don't want to entertain a buncha Frenchies. Which is why our match is going to be quick, because quite frankly, I want to get outta here and quick. Of course, winning the match fast, is why The Killaz are going to Rasslemania. In Toronto. My hometown, and the best damn city in the world. It's got me, along with alot of others, plus the gates of Hell has officially opened up there.

The crowd continues to boo, as Leon passes the mic to Jake Titan.

Jake: You think we give a damn what you think? HA! Kiss my ass, frenchies. As for the Tag champs...We don't care when, where, or how, the Killaz are coming for yo asses.

Jake gives the Mic back to Leon, as he says one last thing.

Leon: Let's get this done and over with, and head back to Toronto, where the real party is at. And don't think for one damn second that anyone's gonna keep me away, or off of Rasslemania. When you're in my backyard, you play by my rules. So APW, no matter what, Leon 'The Virus' Roberts is gonna be on Rasslemania. As for you clowns, well I got no intention of sticking around here. Even your damn Alchohol sucks.

Tag Team Tournament Match - War Ensamble vs. natural born Killers

Before the bell can even ring, GI and Dr.Grey charge the Killahs and all four men start brawling in the ring, as the referee tries desperately to gain control.

West: Holy Cow! Neither of these two teams is willing to wait for the bell, and this one's under way!

GI and Leon Roberts spill through the ropes, brawling on the outside. Inside the ring, Jake Titan ducks under a haymaker from Dr.Grey, and attempts a school boy. The ref drops down but the good Doctor immediately kicks out.

West: Geez, they're already going for the cover?

Harris: Well, there IS alot at stake in this tag team matchup, just one slip up can mean victory or defeat. I don't blame Jake Titan for exploring that avenue of offense.

Both men up and Titan with a wrist lock. He twist the arm, and wrenches as Dr.Grey winces in pain. He drags Grey over to his corner and while still holding onto the hold, manages to extend a hand, tagging in his partner.

West: Y'see? Now this is smart wrestling on the part of The Natural Born Killahs. Cut off their opponent's access to each other and take them apart with quick tags!

However, their plan doesn't quite go off with a hitch, as Grey kicks Roberts in the shin, and then smashes Titan in the mouth, sending him to the mat. He then gut kicks a recovering Roberts and grabs him, launching him up and over with a quick vertical suplex.

West: Wow! What an offense by Dr. Grey!

Harris:!

Grey gets up onto his feet, as Titan recovers and is ushered to his corner by the ref.

West: Roberts is a bit slow getting up!

Dr.Grey goes to grab Roberts, but is blasted in the jaw with a haymaker. Roberts then explodes with a lunging clothesline, knocking Dr. Grey to the mat, before dragging him towards his corner by his leg and tagging Titan back in.

West::The Thrillas now in control!

Titan executes a jarring release German suplex, that sends Grey crashing onto the back of his neck. He taunts a moment, then sprints towards the unsuspecting GI and sends him flying off the apron with a huge running forearm smash. GI sprawls to the floor, as Titan then goes back to his offense of Dr. Grey, picking him up and body slamming him to the mat. Not skipping a beat, Titan mounts the Doctor, wailing away with a flurry of mounted punches that leaves the man in a dazed heap.

West:We're seeing quite the vicious streak from Titan here!

Harris: Why not?? The man wants to win!

Titan bends over to pick Dr. Grey up off the mat, as GI gets up on the apron and starts hollering at the referee. The ref distracted turns his attention to GI, and Titan - distracted doesn't see it coming..

West: LOW BLOW!!!

Harris: He nailed him right in the crown jewels!

Titan slumps over on his side, holding himself, as the crowd starts to boo. Dr. Grey gets up and staggers towards his corner where he tags in the GI, who immediately gets in the ring and starts stomping away at Jake Titan. Meanwhile, Leon Roberts starts to yell at the referee over the low blow, but it's to no avail, as the referee shrugs at him and goes back to calling the match.

Harris:GI looking to release his frustrations out on Jake Titan here tonight!

GI grabs Titan's leg and drops an elbow into his inner thigh, then gets up to rebound off the ropes with an jumping elbow drop, but at the last minute, Titan rolls out of the way.

Harris:: NOBODY HOME!!!

GI groans in agony holding his arm, as Titan crawls toward his corner and dives, tagging his partner in the process.

West: And here comes Leon Roberts!

Roberts is fired up as he intercepts GI with an arm drag, followed by a hip toss. He's there as GI makes it to his feet, peppering him with rights and lefts, before Irish whipping him to the ropes..

West: Wait! Was that a blind tag?

Harris: It looked like Dr. Grey tagged himself in..

Indeed he did, as the referee signals the tag was made, as GI rebounds off the ropes and into a spinning back elbow by Roberts. Roberts then turns around, realizing too late that Dr. Grey is the legal man, as he gets met with a gut kick, followed by a swinging neck breaker. Roberts drops to the mat, as now Dr, Grey and a recovering GI both hoist him up onto his feet and plant him down with a double DDT. Jake Titan protests as he tries to intervene, but the ref stops him in his tracks. Titan curses and spits as he's forced back to his own corner..

West: Alot of frustration on the part of Jake Titan!

Harris: He can't allow himself to get frustrated here tonight! Both teams need to be on the up and up if they're to advance and face the champions!

GI then exits the ring, as Dr. Grey picks up Leon Roberts. He whips him into his corner and waits as he bounces out, hoisting the man onto his shoulders to hit a devastating Rolling Fireman's Carry Slam. Roberts is driven hard onto the mat, as Dr. Grey goes for the pin!

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West: It's gonna take alot more than that to put away Leon Roberts!

Dr. Grey gets up and stomps Roberts some more, before tagging GI back in. GI hoists Roberts up and executes a gutwrench suplex,
before calling for the big finish..

West: Wait.. He's looking to end this one already!

Harris: If he can!

GI drags Roberts over to his corner by his hair and tags in Dr. Grey. Grey immediately climbs the turnbuckles, as GI - with his back turned to Grey, suplexes Roberts onto Grey, who hoists him up on his shoulders, looking to execute a powerbomb. However, Jake Titan see this and enters the ring in a sprint, nailing GI in the chest and causing a horrible-looking domino effect, with GI slamming backfirst into Dr. Grey's knees, before slumping into a seated position at the bottom turnbuckle.

West: Oh, My God! Did you see that?!?

Harris: Dr. Grey is in trouble!

Grey, feeling the pain in his knees, loses his grip on Roberts, who drops down onto his feet. Quickly recovering, Roberts and Titan climb up the turnbuckles with Dr.Grey and lock him in a double front facelock, using their combined weight to drag him down, spiking him headfirst onto the mat with a double DDT.

West: Jeezus! What an impact!

Harris: This one is over!!!

Titan exits the ring, as Roberts goes for the cover as the ref makes the count. GI still in a seated daze, shakes the cobwebs...

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... Just in time to see the ref's hand fall for a third time.

Ding!!! Ding!!!


YOUR WINNERS - NATURAL BORN THRILLAS!!!


Fastest time of the two matches... NATURAL BORN THRILLAS. THey Move on to Rasslemania

[T-Marv]

West: Here we go Dick, the time we’ve all been waiting for! It’s the North American championship match!

Harris: Maybe you’ve been looking forward to it, but I’m not too excited about watching a Meltdown deserted against an undeserving contender.

Paige: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT for the night and it is for the NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!

Where Eagles Dare plays and Warren walks out to the ramp with little showmanship. there are no special lights, pyro or fog. The punk music blares and Warren is all business. He stares at the ring as he walks, no doubt going over his plan of attack. Peace takes his time as he walks up the stairs and enters the ring, ignoring the crowds reactions, good or bad and focuses on the task at hand.

Paige: Introducing first from Pittsburgh Pensylvania and weighing in at 200 pounds, the challenger, WARREN PEACE!!

West: Warren Peace won this shot a couple weeks ago. How can you say he’s undeserving?

Harris: Have you SEEN a more inconsistent athlete come across the APW banner? Warren is hot one week, and ice cold the next. I’m sure he’d make a good champion for a couple days before falling flat on his face!



Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…He is the current APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIIIONNNN... ‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, He is lead to the ring by Uncle Charlie & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark sweatsuit soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, While the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove the championship, holding it above his head before handing it to the referee. He then removes his sweatsuit, as Ms. Paige steps up to Introduce Mannie's opponent(s).

Harris: Mannie WAS a champion to be proud of, until he betrayed us all!

West: He was DRAFTED. How can there be any shame in that?

North American Championship
Young Mannie (c) vs. Warren Peace

Warren Explodes on Mannie and hits him with a huge clothesline out of no where. He whips Mannie into the ropes and nails him with a spinebuster on return. He pumps his fists as the crowd cheers loudly. He waits as Mannie stumbles up and hits him with a huge back body drop. Mannie grabs his back in pain as Warren Peace quickly runs over and grabs Mannie’s leg and pulls him to the center of the ring. He goes for a Figure Four as Mannie begins freaking out and scrambling. He kicks Warren off and crawls under the ropes out of the ring. Warren follows him to the outside and slams his had on the apron. Mannie stumbles away and tries to run from Warren. Warren full speed sprints after him until Mannie rolls into the ring. Warren follows but gets a HARD baseball slide to the face for his efforts.

Harris: Classic bait and switch there by Mannie as the smarter man one that exchange.

West: It was a cowardly move and we all know it.

Mannie backs Warren into the ropes with a series of hard knee strikes to the gut. He whips him into the ropes and catches him with a Scoop Slam. He drops a few knees to the face of Peace before slingshotting of the ropes and landing a double knee to his chest. He makes a quick cover.

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Mannie is quick back to his feet and hooks Peace on his shoulders for the “Look Ma, No Hands” before plopping him on his feet dizzy and hooks him for a Cradle DDT and yet another cover.

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Harris: Look how focus Mannie is! He’s bound and determined not to let Peace take his title.

West: He certainly seems to have cut down on the show boating and his eyes are narrowed down right on Warren.

Mannie pulls up Peace and hooks him for a vertical suplex. He drops warrens legs down on the ropes and catapults him over for the suplex. He gets up to his feet and climbs to the top rope. He waits as Warren getd to his feet and leaps off with the Flying Guillotine to the back of Warren’s head. Mannie now gets up and begins to celebrate some more. He pulls Warren up and hits a Running Liger Bomb, but instead of making a cover he poses for the fans to rain down boos on him. He laugs as he crouches down and waits for Warren to get to his feet. Warren uses the ropes to pull himself up and stumbles over to Mannie who explodes with a Super kick. But Warren catches the foot and uses it to flip Mannie backwards strait on his face!

West: BIG counter by Warren Peace!

Warren gets shoved off by Mannie as he goes to pull him up and springs off the ropes and hits a jumping DDT planting Mannie into the mat hard leaving him standing on his head motionless for a good second. He then comes off the middle turnbuckle for a diving double knee drop. He hooks his legs in a modified figure four and uses it to make a pinning attempt.

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Warren is back to his feet and takes a Rising Mannie over with a huge T-Bone suplex that has Mannie writhing in pain on the mat as the fans explode in cheers!

Harris: There’s new life in Warren Peace, but Mannie’s been in more dire situations than this!

West: Yeah, like about 90 percent of his career!

Harris: HEY!

Mannie gets back up as Warren is there to hook him in an Abdominal Stretch. Mannie tries to power out of it to no avail. He tries to squirm out of it, but again it’s no use! Warren sinches it in by pulling the leg up. Mannie tries again to squirm out of it, and with a stomp on the foot and a pull of the hair, he manages to wriggle free…. ALMOST! At the last second, Warren regroups and drops Mannie down hard with a Reverse DDT! Warren is back to the top rope and LEAPS OFF! NAILING the senton splash. He leans back and hooks the leg.

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West: I think Mannie can feel his title slipping away and kicked out of that purely on instinct.

Harris: Mannie has got to do something QUICK here or this match is OVER!

Warren gets back up and pulls Mannie into the corner. He stands on the second rope and tries to pull Mannie up for the Peacemaker. But Mannie holds onto the ropes and blocks the attempts. Mannie instead uses the leverage to dump Warren over the top rope! Warren lands on the apron, but mannie hits a shoulder block to take him out and down to the floor. Mannie then backs up and leaps out of the ropes hitting the T.D.G DDT on Warren on the outside! The crowd screams in a mixture of cheers and boos!

Harris: JESUS! He could have broken Warren’s neck right there. TOO BAD HE DIDN’T!

West: Oh Stop!

Mannie rolls into the ring as the Ref begins to count. 1….2……3….. But Mannie comes over to the ropes and the Ref shoves him back. Mannie keeps coming and distracts the ref as uncle CHarlie holds Warren Peace and Quartermain unleashes with viscous rights and lefts on the gut of Warren! He lets go and Warren falls as Mannie backs off and the count starts again.

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West: Charlie and Quartermain have no right being out there. Come on REF!

Warren gets to his feet and Mannie doesn’t like that. He runs for a baseball slide but Warren steps aside and pulls Mannie out hard slapping his head on the floor. Warren waits as Mannie gets up and charges him and Warren hits a flapjack RIGHT AGAINST THE STEEL POLE! Mannie stumbles around and then falls flat on his face.

Harris: WHAT! You don’t see anything wrong with that Shane?

West: Hey, Mannie charged Warren. Peace just did what he could to deflect!

Warren rolls back in the ring then out again to break the count. Quartermain charges at Peace, and Warren sidesteps shoving Alec into the steel steps with a loud clang as the crowd cheers. Peace whips Mannie into the baracade and then hits a BIG avalanche splas on him, collapsing them both into the crowd. The crowd goes ballistic again. Warren slaps some fans on the hand before breaking the count again. He rolls Mannie into the ring but leaves his head out as he hits a BIG running boot to the side of it!

Harris: DAMNIT! That could have put Mannie out right there!

West: We could see a new champion!

Warren goes to put Mannie in a Figure Four again, but Mannie snaps to life out of instinct, grabs his head and rolls him up.

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Both men get up and Peace unleashes with a huge clothesline that Mannie ducks. Mannie hits a SUperkick out of NOWHERE! He then lifts Warren up and looks for the Super Island Driver…. But Warren rolls behind Mannie and gets him with a schoolboy!

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West: WOW, that was close!

Both men are up and Mannie tosses Warren to the air and NAILS him with THE DRUG TEST! Warren flattens out as Mannie makes the cover.

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Mannie pulls Warren up again, and slaps him hard a few times, follows with a roundhouse kick then a running knee in wheat he calls the Total Recall! He covers again!

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Mannie then pulls him again looking for the Fatal Attraction, but Warren hooks the ropes and Mannie lands flat on his back. When Mannie gets up, Warren scoops him for a HUGE Brainbuster. He hooks the pin.

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Warren pulls Manie up again and lifts him on his shoulders and drops him hard with a Inverted Death Valley Driver! The crowd cheers loudly as Warren Covers!

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Harris: Where did that come from? Both men are pulling out all the stops.

West: Warren feels this in his grasp, but what’s he gotta do to put it away?

Warren grabs the leg of Mannie and steps over looking for the Figure Four! Mannie fights it off, but Warren eventually locks it in. He holds it on for a good long time and Mannie is looking like he’s gonna tap. Uncle Charlie hops on the apron and the Ref sees it and runs over to him JUST before Mannie taps out! Warren screams at the ref before breaking the hold and screaming at Charlie. Warren runs at Charlie who pulls the ref inbetween them and Warren CLOBBERS the ref sending him out of the ring and down hard.

Harris: Warren just BLATENTLY attacked the ref! Disqualify him!

West: PLEASE!

Warren turns around into a kick to the gut from Mannie who hooks him for a suplex and then turns it into the MANNIC ATTACK! He locks the hold in for a good while before flipping over and kneeing him in the head hard a few times.

West: There is no ref and Mannie sees Blood in the water here!

Mannie hooks Warren and pulls him up for a DEATH BY MANNIE! He celebrates to Boos before going to make the pin. He notices the Ref is still out and orders Alec to roll him in the ring! He does so and Mannie pulls the ref up and leans him in the corner, slapping his face to get him to come too. When the Ref finally comes too, Mannie gives him some instructions and then turns around!

Harris: LOOK OUT!

Warren is there and hops up on Mannie using his momentum to land on the second rope. He pulls Mannie up and LEAPS OFF WITH THE PEACE MAKER!

West: He just DROVE Mannie’s head into the mat from the second rope!

He covers.

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Harris: NO!

West: NEW CHAMP!

Paige: WINNER of this match and NEW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION….. WARREN PEACE!

Warren is handed the NA championship as the crowd goes ballistic. He kisses the title and celebrates on the top turnbuckle. Mannie is helped out of the ring by Charlie and Alec and to the back.

When our cameras come back from commercial, President Jeff, Mark Mania, and the nervous looking pair of Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall. “Raining Blood” is playing over the PA system and once it-- and the loud Quebec City audience-- both die down, he turns to Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison.

President Jeff: Well. This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for...

The crowd cheers loudly, and a few of them even try to get the “Goodbye Song” back in play, but are unable to harmonize...

President Jeff: Three reasons.

Duvall and Sienna look at each other, confusedly, and then back at Jeff. Mark Mania interrupts, holding up a hand.

Mania: Give Jeff three reasons why he shouldn’t have you fired on the spot. And-- trust me, he’s being a hell of a lot more generous than I would ever be... Especially after what she pulled tonight!

Mania nods toward Sienna, who frowns, but Duvall grabs his microphone and clears his throat, deeply, into it, prompting boos from the audience.

Duvall: Because...

President Jeff: Number one.

Jeff nods toward Duvall and gestures for him to “have the floor.” Duvall sighs and goes on.

Duvall: Number one... Because the North American Championship is now right where it belongs, in the hands of a Monday Night Meltdown Megastar. WARREN PEACE!

The crowd cheers at the mention of our new North American Champion, but Jeff and Mania don’t look impressed. Mania looks at Jeff for a moment and then responds to Duvall.

Mania: That’s all fine and dandy. But you had nothing to do with that. How about number two?

Alexander’s eyes widen and he takes a step back.

Duvall: RATINGS! Our ratings have been higher than ever since we’ve taken over! We’re pulling in nearly a million more viewers than we were in the summer! Meltdown’s first season is going to be the most profitable television program in Action Packed Wrestling history. So how about that?

The crowd has a mixed reaction to this, and Jeff just nods, smirking. He sighs and looks toward Sienna, then Duvall.

President Jeff: Alright. I’ll give you that. I’ll give you that, but... All the extra money has been used to pay for the seemingly endless string of lawsuits and complaints from our own talent. Just a month ago, you fired Amy Zing, who pushes more merchandise than any woman on your roster right now-- and without consent. Without a valid reason--

Sienna: She was insubordinate!

Jeff looks at Sienna as if she’s crazy.

President Jeff: You’re insubordinate...

The crowd cheers for this and Sienna crosses her arms, rolling her eyes.

Sienna: Fine. Number three? Meltdown is going to boost Rasslemania sales with OUR main event.

President Jeff: And what’s that?

Sienna: An eight... person... ladder match.

The crowd roars at the announcement but Alexander Duvall looks perplexed-- but quickly decides to go with it.

Sienna: It’ll feature the North American Champion, Warren Peace... Nathaniel Havok... Cid Phoenix... Niobe Martin... Robina Hood... Kevin Dahlia... ugh... Amy Zing... and... The Guv’Nor.

The crowd roars at the announcement of the Guv’Nor. Jeff and Mania look at each other and golf-clap. Jeff then turns to Sienna and Duvall. He looks at them in silence...

...For seconds...

...And then more seconds...

...And the crowd roars as Jeff and Mark Mania both begin to start smirking. Sienna’s face falls and Alexander Duvall looks as if he’s about to be sick.

"YOUUUU'RE GONNA-GET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!"

"YOUUUU'RE GONNA-GET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!"

"YOUUUU'RE GONNA-GET FIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!"

Duvall: Jeff, before you make this decision--

Mania: Decision’s already made, ladies.

Duvall glares at Mania, and Jeff raises the microphone again.

President Jeff: It is with my greatest displeasure to inform you--

Sienna: Wait! Look! A distraction!

President Jeff: A wh--

Suddenly, our attention is forced to the APW Action-Tron. We see the front of a car-- evidently a Rolls Royce-- which simply reads the license plate “PREZJEFF.”

Jeff looks at the monitor with skepticism from the back. He motions for the security near ringside to make their way to the parking lot. He shoots a quick glance at Sienna and Duvall, who shrug their shoulders, proclaiming innocence. Jeff turns back to the Action-Tron and we pan out...

...To see that the car has been completely destroyed. The tires have been flattened, the headlights have been smashed, and the windshield is completely missing, with dust and small glass particles decorating the interior-- which features a “lovely” caved-in roof. The crowd boos and we pan back to the ring to see Jeff trying his best to remain composed, though is clearly turning red. He exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp without further notice.

On the Action-Tron, the camera pans out farther to show a truck right next to the damaged vehicle. We catch a very brief glimpse, of a man’s familiar toothy grin as the truck pulls away, past the destroyed vehicle, past the cameras.

When we return to ringside, Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall both glance at Mark Mania and smirk coyly among themelves. They both exit the ring without much more hesitation, hurriedly making their escape to the back.

West: A very clear message has been sent to President Jeff here tonight. And I think we all know who it’s from! Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison are lucky individuals. In my heart, I believe they were seconds from unemployment!

Harris: And for no right!

West: But what’s in store the future of Meltdown? What happens next week with our eight Rasslemania North American Title competitors? What happens when Sienna Harrison goes one-on-one with Amy Zing-- a match her mouth got her into?! And what about our General Managers? Are they even going to be around?!

Harris: I blame all of this on Mark Mania! Damnit!

We fade to black as Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall disappear into the back, but not without waving to Mark Mania and our Quebec City audience, smiling deviously... Taking a bow.

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