Meltdown 3/11/2013 - Niagara Falls Canada

[T-Marv]

The scene opens in the parking lot of the arena. We see a Lincoln Town Car enter the space and turn towards the point from where this segment is being filmed. As the car approaches the camera (side-on) it breaks and the rear passenger door facing us swings open.
?: Nice one bruvva! Thanks for the lift.

Out steps The Guv’nor and the crowd watching in the audience cheer their support. The Guv’nor stretches and smells the air. He turns back to the car...

Guv’nor: Alright mate, I’ll catch up with you later.

...And slams the door shut upon the person trying to climb out.

The Guv’nor begins to walk off, but the passenger door opens and out steps Mr. Black.

Mr. Black: Mr. Lansbury, hold on a second.

The Guv’nor exhales heavily and turns on his heels.

Guv’nor: Listen, bruv, there’s no need for you to come in with me; I don’t need someone to hold my hand, know what I’m saying. Just put yourself back in that motor, have a nice drive around the city, find a couple of whores and have yourself a proper knees up.

Mr. Black: I think I’ll stick to the plan thank you very much. Besides I’ve always wondered what goes on backstage at these events.

Guv’nor: Trust me, it’s nothing to write home about. There’s certainly no communal male shower, if that’s what you’re hoping for.

The Guv’nor slaps Mr. Black’s shoulder and has a chuckle at his expense. The lawyer remains stern-faced.

Mr. Black: The plan is, I’m here to shadow you tonight as part of the lockdown-

Guv’nor: I don’t need babysitting.

Mr. Black: ‘Touchstone’ are adamant that nothing happens between now and Rasslemania that would forgo your participation in the North American Championship match at Rasslemania.

Guv’nor: Listen, mate, my golden ticket is signed and sealed. Trust, Sienna loves yours truly, why would they even think about pulling a rump on the old Guv’nor.

Mr. Black: Because you’re reckless and you have a tendency to push the wrong buttons at the wrong time. Anyway, the decision has been made: you don’t leave my sight tonight. Excluding your match I don’t want any antics that could jeopardise your place at Rasslemania. So wherever you go, I go.

Mr. Black pauses, thinking that over.

Mr. Black: Actually, you don’t go anywhere tonight except for your match. The rest of the night we’re staying put in your dressing room.

Guv’nor: What a barrel of laughs this is going to be.

Into the arena they walk as the scene fades to black.

We come back to ringside where the crowd is pumped as hell for this edition of Meltdown. They're all standing on their feet as we pan accross till we get to the announcers who are sitting there both smiling.

West: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Meltdown and what a show have we got for you tonight. You'll see the final members of the Tag Team Tournament who will go on to face the Natural Born Killers next week. You'll also see a ladder match between Amy Zing and Robina Hood with a contract to wrestle Sienna Harrison hanging from the rafters.

Harris: You'll also see 4 of the 8 members of the Rasslemania Ladder Match square off in Tag Team action! Also, we may learn the fates of Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison in conjunction with their continued tenure here on Meltdown! This will be the last official Meltdown before Rasslemania.

West: That is correct, but don't forget that next week is the MELTDOWN INVITATIONAL Royal Rumble right here on Monday Night. Don't miss that!

Harris: As for now, lets get into the action in the ring shall we?

Paige: The following Contest is scheduled for one fall

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.

Paige: Entering the ring first from Edinburgh, Scotland and weighing in at 260 pounds… he is EVAN MCDONALD!

Harris: McDonald has a chip on his shoulder as he SHOULD considering Megan Andrews cost him a shot at the tag titles, not once, but TWICE!

West: That’s merely speculation. But he can prove himself worthy right here by taking on and defeating one HALF of the Natural Born Killers who will be going after the #1 contendership for the tag titles at Rasslemania.

"Welcome to New York City" hit the PA System and the crowd went into a crazy frenzy. The man known as Jake Titan, the True Gangster and hired hand of APW walked through the curtains with large smile on his face and a shopping cart full of goodies. Slowly, Jake made his way to the ring pushing the cart in front of him. Near the ring, Titan left the shopping cart close by and climbed into ring. He stood up and struck several poses for the fans.

Paige: And his opponent from New York City, New York and weighing in at 240 pounds…. JAKE TITAN!

Harris: Look at him swagger down that ring. I hope Mcdonald slaps the taste out of his mouth.

West: Whether or not you like him, Jake is GOING to Rasslemania and Evan McDonald is NOT!

Jake Titan vs. Evan McDonald

McDonald explodes from his corner looking to catch Jake off guard with a clothesline. But Jake ducks underneath and spins McDonald around and unloads with a couple hard body blows before rights and lefts to the face. He backs Evan into the ropes and whips him hard across the ring. When Evan springs back, Jake runs with a diving cross body. He makes a cover for a TWO count! He stomps at Evan before running off the ropes and leaping with a big elbow drop. But Evan rolls out of the way and Jake crashes into the mat. Evan stalks Jake as he rises and hit’s a crushing clothesline to the back of the head. He drops an elbow on the back of Jake before pulling him up and whipping him into the ropes. He catches him with a Sleeper hold and locks it in. Jake tries to fight it off but eventually goes down to one knee. Just as it looks like he’s going to succumb to it, he hit’s a hard elbow into the gut of Evan McDonald. Then another and another before he gets back to his feet. He runs toward the ropes, but Evan yanks on his shirt and pulls him back before hitting a mule kick LOW BLOW that the Ref misses!

West: OH COME ON! How more blatant could you get?

Harris: Hey! The ref didn‘t see it so it CLEARLY didn‘t happen.

Evan scoops Jake up and slams him down in the middle of the ring. He mounts on top of Jake and unloads with hard right hands before the ref comes over with a five count. Evan gets off at the last second and waits for Jake to start to push himself up before unleashing a running punt to the rips sending him rolling across the ring. He pulls him back up and hooks him for a Vertical Suplex and drops him hard in the middle of the ring. He pulls Jake to his feet again and drops him with a hangman Neckbreaker. He covers.

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Kickout by Jake Titan!

Evan pulls him back to his feet and unleashes a hard head butt that even takes a little out of him. He kicks Jake in the gut and hit’s a pulling Piledriver on him. He then hooks the leg for an STF and has it locked in, pulling back hard on the neck. Jake writhes in pain as he scratches and crawls and FINALLY gets to the ropes. Jake stomps his back hard before pulling him back up kicking him in the gut and delivering a POWERBOMB! He Covers

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Shoulder Up by Jake!

West: Evan McDonald has thrown everything humanly possible at Jake Titan, but Jake will just NOT QUIT!

Harris: Give it time Shane. Clearly the effects are taking their toll on Jake and it‘s only a matter of time.

Evan whips Jake into the corner and seats him on the top turnbuckle. He starts to climb up and hook Jake for a superplex, but Jake fights him off with hard right hands to the face sending Evan back down to the mat on his feet. Evan stumbles around shaking his head from the hard blow when Jake catches him with a Missile Dropkick!

West: Jake is NOT out of this yet as he caught Evan day dreaming there!

Jake scoops Evan up for a slam in the middle of the ring before exploding off the ropes with a diving head butt to the sternum. He continues the assult by hooking him for a Fisherman’s Suplex. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a FLYING LEG drop that connects right across the neck of Evan McDonald. He then gets to his feet and hit’s a running punt to Evan’s face as he tries to get up. He pulls McDonald to his feet and takes him down with a DOUBLE ARM DDT before making the cover

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Kickout by Evan McDonald!

Jake slaps the mat in frustration as he pulls Evan up and whips him into the ropes coming back with a MASSIVE clothesline taking him down hard. He stomps away at all points on his body as Evan fights to get to his feet. Jake ducks a hard right hand and goes behind for a German Suplex. He then pulls Evan back up and scoops him into his arms and unleashes with a BIG fall away slam. He makes the cover.

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Shoulder Up by Evan McDonald.

West: Evan seems a little shaken up by the barrage of attacks as he tries to fight through his loopiness.

Harris: Evan is a true talent who‘s been held back by Management! He‘ll come back around!

Jake quickly grabs Evan with a INVERTED DDT! He runs to the corner and climbs to the top. He leaps off with the 134th STREET….

BUT MISSES! He crashes down hard and rolls into the corner as Evan slowly pulls himself up. As Jake gets back to his feet, Evan runs and unloads with a clothesline in the corner. He sets Jake up on the top rope again and hooks him. Jake tries to fight off but Evan hit’s a couple knees to the face before lifting him up and…..

DOWN WITH A SUPERPLEX! He rolls over and makes the cover!

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THR - NO! Shoulder Up by Jake!

West: WOW that was close!

Harris: Close? That was the slowest count ever!

Jake can be seen rolling over into the ropes as Evan argues with the ref. Jake reaches down his trunks and pulls something out and puts it around his hand.

West: What was that?

Harris: Brass Knucks!!!! REF! REF! Look!

Evan grabs him and kicks him in the gut looking for the Scottish Pride, but Jake blocks it and shoves Evan into the ropes. Even rebounds and JAKE HIT’S THE PIMP HAND TO EVANS FACE! Evan falls in a lump as Jake turns and tosses the knucks out of the ring. He falls on Evan and hooks the leg.

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THREE!!!


Harris: HE CHEATED!

Paige: Winner of this match, by Pinfall…. JAKE TITAN!

Evan lays there completely knocked out as EMT’s run to check on him. Jake has his hand raised but quickly rolls out of the ring and scoops up his brass knucks shoving them into his tights before celebrating his victory up the ramp and to the back!

[T-Marv]

Our cameras cut to the back and the audience boos loudly as we see Robina Hood sitting next to Sienna Harrison on the sofa in the General Managers' office while Duvall stands a few feet away, his hand over his mouth in nervousness.

Robina: Sienna... I promise, you have nothing to worry about tonight. Nothing, at all.

Sienna just stares at Robina with a dry, half-smile on her face and sighs.

Sienna: I wish that were true. But... When you're in this business as long as I've been, you know things aren't that easy.

Robina: I do know that some things aren’t easy…but if anybody here can cope with absolutely anything, it is you Sienna.

Sienna: That's sweet, Robina.

She has the same vacant smile, now looking down. She turns and looks at Alexander Duvall. He lowers his hand and prepares to address whatever she has to say, but swiftly, she turns back to Robina.

Sienna: You really are perfect, you know.

For a few seconds, there is silence and then Robina smiles.

Robina: Yes I do know…even if last week’s performance wasn’t as perfect as I wanted it to be…but that doesn’t change anything, as tonight I promise you that Amy Zing will need to be taken to a hospital after I’m done with her.

Sienna: Stay close to me tonight. Who knows where she might be lurking...

Robina: She may lurk all she likes…she will never get anywhere near you as long as I’m breathing.

Sienna turns back to Duvall.

Sienna: Just trust me on all of this... Alright?

Duvall: We'll see how things go. I hope you're right, about everything.

He looks at the two with an indistinguishable look and then turns, walking out of frame. The camera fades to black on Robina and Sienna.

We cut to a shot inside the ring where we can see some unknown male wrestler. A caption pops up on screen to introduce him as ‘Pat Stay’. He’s looking ready for the match.
West: A big chance for this guy to impress the GMs tonight, maybe even Mark Mania.

Harris: I’m sure he’s hoping he gets to ‘stay’ after this outing.

West: Unbelievable!

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.

West: We know that Cid Phoenix is going to one of the seven wrestlers challenging Warren Peace for the North American Championship at Rasslemania, and tonight is his chance to lay down a marker.

Harris: This is the opportunity for a lifetime for Cid Phoenix, who has been very impressive in recent weeks.

Phoenix vs. Pat Stay

The bell dings, Cid charges in and takes Pat Stay into a clinch, then delivers a lifting knee to the midsection and follows this up with a European uppercut, knocking Stay into a corner. Cid throws a taunt to the crowd who give him the pop he’s looking for. Cid calls Pat Stay onto him, the debutant charges out but gets countered with a monkey flip, then nails a spinning heel kick as Stay gets back to his feet. Cid drops down and makes a cover...

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Cid lifts Stay’s head off the mat.

West: A little bit of arrogance being displayed by Cid Phoenix out there.

Harris: He knows these fans have paid to see a good show; he’s giving it to them.

Cid gives Stay a punch to the face before lifting to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Stay bounces back and gets taken down with a drop toe hold. Cid gets to his feet and lands a standing moonsault onto his opponent. Cid lifts Stay and flips him over with a snapmare, then delivers a kick to the back of the head. Cid hits the ropes and comes back landing a front dropkick to the face of Pat Stay, before hitting the ropes and landing a rolling thunder. Cid is up on his feet, raises an arm in the air and signals the end. Pat Stay gets up, Cid is all over him and nails the Ball Breaker. Instead of making a cover Cid rolls out of the ring and positions the ladder near the ropes. Cid begins to climb the ladder.

West: It looks like Cid is getting in some early practice for the Rasslemania ladder match.

Harris: Has this guy got a screw loose, or what? Why take this risk now?

When he reaches the top Cid throws out a quick pose before he leaps and lands a frog splash onto Pat Stay, hooking the legs...

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Winner: Cid Phoenix

Cid climbs to the top rope and throws out a pose to celebrate his win. He points to the ladder, then to the Rasslemania sign, gesturing a belt around his waist before dropping out of the ring and heading back up the ramp.

West: Impressive stuff from Cid once again on the Road to Rasslemania, but you wonder whether the GMs will be willing to invest any further in Pat Stay.

The cameras cut to the back and the crowd boos as Kaylyn James Evans appaears on the screen, walking down the corridor with her nose in the air, arms folded as per usual. She stops outside of an unmarked locker room and knocks, rolling her eyes. She glances toward her watch as she waits for more than ten seconds and then the door finally opens... and the crowd erupts with a mixed reaction as AJP appears, her hands on her hips and a smile on her face.

AJP: Well, look at you... looking as cheap as ever.

KJE: And here I thought you had some sense of originality. Either way, you're looking pretty Skanky yourself, Parker.

AJP: I try my best. After all, you are my idol.

KJE: Well someone had to teach you something in life. Ready to do this? I'd love to chat forever but.... If I am around you too long I break out in hives.

Parker looks like she's prepared to lash back but she just laughs and scratches her head, smirking up at Kaylyn.

AJP: Right. Let's go see my potential future Tag Team Title competition in action.

She steps out of the locker room and closes the door behind her.

KJE: Sweetheart, the only way they will be your competition, is in singles action. Kane and I will be taking those shinies off your skanky little waist.

AJP: I'm sure. Kaylyn, when's the last time you've come on top in anything that didn't involve bedsheet wrestling with Jason Kash or Christian Kane or... Tommy Knoxville? Hmmm hm?

KJE: Oh Parker, only one of those have had fun with me in the sheets sweetheart. Cute how you try to make it so much more. Might want to watch your tone there though, I would hate for anything to happen to you before Rasslemania.

Kaylyn chuckles before winking and walking down the corridor listening for any quick movements from her foe. Aubrey watches her for a few paces with an amused and skeptical grin on her face and then shakes her head, following her.

[T-Marv]

The scene opens backstage. Inside his locker room The Guv’nor is bouncing a tennis ball against the wall and ceiling; Mr. Black is sat down, tapping away on a laptop. The introduction of The Guv’nor evokes a cheer from the crowd watching on the ActionTron. The Guv’nor starts doing ‘keep em ups’ with the tennis ball, showing a great deal of dexterity and technique, supplying some kind of commentary to his actions.

Guv’nor: It’s Lansbury down the line. We’re into the final minute of the FA Cup Final; Lansbury coming forward for West Ham.

The Guv’nor takes the ball onto his chest, let’s it roll down onto his knee, with a slight movement he pushes the ball into the air, then flicks it over the head of an imaginary defender.

Guv’nor: Lansbury’s in on goal, he’s gonna win it...

The ball drops and The Guv’nor volleys the tennis ball into the imaginary net, turning and raising his arms in celebration. The crowd laugh out at these antics.

Guv’nor: West Ham win the cup...and Lenny Lansbury is the hero!

He completes his circuit around the room before dropping to his knees in front of Mr. Black and starts thrusting his arms like he really has just scored the winning goal in the FA Cup Final. As Guv’nor opens his eyes he sees Mr. Black staring back at him, like a furious parent agitated with his child’s play.

Mr. Black: I’m trying to do some work here.

Guv’nor: Yeah, well I’m going out of my mind here. You can’t just keep me cooped up like this, bruv. It’s not natural. I should be out there, making it happen, like I do every week.

Mr. Black: Oh no! The last thing we need is you out there ‘wandering’. I can’t take the risk of something going wrong.

Guv’nor: What could go wrong, mate?

Mr. Black: The atmosphere is tense tonight. How do I know you aren’t going to bump into Alexander Duvall cause a scene, and then it’s curtains for you and Rasslemania.

Guv’nor: Mate, I just want to grab a coffee. I’m spitting feathers here.

Mr. Black: You want a coffee? Okay, I could do with one myself.

Guv’nor: Nice one! I’ll be back in no time.

Mr. Black stood up and pulled Guv’nor back.

Mr. Black: Hold on – I’ll go. You stay here.

Mr. Black heads towards the door.

Mr. Black: Don’t go anywhere Mr. Lansbury. Promise?

Guv’nor: Stick a needle in my eye, chief.

Out of the room walks Mr. Black leaving The Guv’nor alone. After about ten seconds he starts to chuckle to himself.

Guv’nor: What a mug!

Then he walks out of the room and heads in the opposite direction to his lawyer.

We return to the arena and the audience grows silent as the lights dim, but erupt into a mixed reaction as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar hits the PA system.

West: Well, looks like it's time for our table to get hijacked... Again.

Harris: And it couldn't have been hijacked by two more beautiful ladies! I was a little upset last week, I admit, but come on, Shane- who are we to object!?

West: Right.

Aubrey J. Parker makes her way from the back, raising both her Suicidal and Tag Team Title above her head. She mouths kisses to the crowd on either side of the ramp, the majority of our audience supporting AJP- until we're drowned out by boos, seconds later, as an irritated-looking Kaylyn James Evans walks out with her arms crossed, shooting dirty looks at the audience on either side of her.

West: Hi, Aubrey.

AJP: Hey, Shane! Just wanted to let you know that there are no hard feelings after you so rudely ejected me from the commentary table last week!

Harris: I just want you to know... he pressured me into it. I thought you guys were great. I apologize for the actions of my broadcast partner.

AJP: Dawww, thanks, Dick.

KJE: This headset smells like eggs.

West: ...Kaylyn James Evans, everybody.

KJE: Leave, leave. This is my table for now.

Harris: Here, Kaylyn, take my seat!

West: Lord...

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.

"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"

Nicky Paige: The following tag team match is the semi-finals for the Tag Team Championship Number One Contender's Tournament! The winners of this match advance to the finals against the Natural Born Killaz at Rasslemania! Introducing first on his way to the ring from Long Beach, California, weighing 223 pounds, TOMMY KNOXVILLE!

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.

AJP: So how far did he get with you? Second base?

KJE: Shut up, Parker.

AJP: That far, huh?

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. 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.

AJP: Ew!

KJE: Gross... hey, Parker, say-

AJP: I will not say his last name.

KJE: Hahahahaha...

He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Nicky Paige: Introducing his tag team partner from Possumgrape, Arkansas weighing 345 pounds, BUCKSON GOOOOCH!

Voice Over:"I'm Simply...Trevor Hyatt"


Well I don't mind stealing bread.
From the mouths of decadents.
But I can't feed on the powerless.
When my cup's already overfilled.

Nicky Paige: And their opponents... first! From Trenton, New Jersey, weighing 218 pounds he is "Simply" TREVOR HYATTTT!

Trevor Hyatt bursts out of a foggy mist that drips toward the ring with a smile on his face. Pacing to the ring amongst many cheers and some crowd of boos. Behind him is his loving father wrestling legend Seth Hyatt and the crowd are chanting one more match as he nods in approval.Trevor takes off the glittery silver silk robe & black aviators he was wearing and then hands it to a walking by stage hand. He then adjusts himself quickly before leaping over the top rope into the ring with a major amount of athleticism. A little boy is looking sad in the crowd and then Trevor leaves to check on him. Trevor motions behind the little boy's ear to retrieve the black aviators in a magic like fashion putting them on his face before going back into the ring.

AJP: Wow... what a hero.

KJE: Perhaps if we're spelling "hero" with a "Z" these days.

AJP: I don't think one "Z" is enough.

He goes back in the ring taking a knee in the center of the ring as the camera swirls around this unique specimen. He is wearing glittery silk tights and matching boots and his wrists are taped with T.H. in black permanent marker on both fists. The pyro of glitter pops out of the ring posts twice as Trevor chuckles before standing once more. He turns looking at the entrance ramp shouting Simply! as Seth Hyatt claps preparing to watch his son do battle.

Nicky Paige: And his tag team partner.....

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.

KJE: This bitch.

'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'

Nicky Paige: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 125 pounds, she is Niobe "Nightmare" MAAARTTIIIIIIIIIIINNN!

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.

KJE: I don't like her.

AJP: I think she's adorable.

KJE: Well, you're a lesbian.

AJP: That's a little accusatory. I mean, I just made out with two guys yesterday. How long has your face been in Sienna's BEEP?

KJE: Well played.

Tag Team Contender Tournament Semi-Finals
Niobe "Nightmare" Martin & Trevor Hyatt w/ Seth Hyatt vs Buckson Gooch & Tommy Knoxville

Knoxville starts off with Martin in the ring and the crowd cheers for the altercation but even as Niobe goes to initiate the lockup, Knoxville shakes his head and points to Hyatt. Niobe looks a little hesitant at first but backs off and looks toward her partner who is confused, but holds his hand out for the tag.

KJE: Thinking with the wrong head again...

AJP: Niobe and Knoxville have been something of an item as of late... or at least, they've been somewhat acting like it. I guess he doesn't want to fight her.

KJE: As a wrestler, I'd feel disrespected if I was Niobe. We don't all have to be dependent sacks of BEEP like you, Parker.

AJP: She looks fine with it. There's the tag to Hyatt!

Hyatt enters the ring and goes right after Knoxville but Tommy Knoxville hits him with a stomp to the abdomen and then a Snap DDT! Hyatt pushes himself up quickly and Knoxville slaps him in the face, grinning as he does it! Hyatt angrily fires back and catches him with some closed fists, backing him into the ropes. The ref starts to reprimand him but Knoxville explodes away from the ropes with a Shoulder Block, sending Hyatt flying back! Hyatt gets up again and ducks under a running boot to the face! He tries to hook Knoxville for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Knoxville fights out with knees and forearms, then catches Hyatt with a Spinning Backbreaker! He tags in the outstretched hand of Buckson Gooch and Buckson smirks as he stalks Hyatt.

KJE: Wheres he from again, Possumgrape? He sounds disgusting.

AJP: At least he shows up. I think Trevor Hyatt has been asleep for most of this match...

KJE: Sort of like how you were asleep when you got-

AJP: When I got dressed this morning? I know. I’m hideous. Hey, speaking of hideous, how’s your win-loss record looking these days?

KJE: Look, bitch...

Buckson Gooch lifts Hyatt up and roughly Irish Whips him into the turnbuckles, following up with a running Cross Body that flattens Trevor Hyatt! Buckson hooks both legs for the pin!

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THR... kickout!!

AJP: Ha! Kudos for kicking out of a near 350 pound Cross Body.

Buckson hoists Trevor Hyatt up, going for a Gorilla Press Slam, but Hyatt drops down behind him and drives him to the mat with a one-handed Bulldog! Buckson is more stunned than hurt, but Hyatt springs to his feet and tags Niobe Martin in to her surprise! Unsure of what to do, she climbs to the top rope and waits for Buckson to turn around. Niobe dives off for a Dragonrana- but Buckson catches her! He marches to the center of the ring with her on his shoulders... but out of nowhere, Trevor Hyatt nails a Chop Block and rolls out of the ring again! Buckson falls back and Niobe lands on top of him. She gets to her feet again and Buckson starts to get up, but she hits him with a Dropkick to the top of the head before he can quite get up! Buckson falls to his knees and starts climbing up again, this time getting hit with a Discus Back Elbow! Buckson falls to his back and Niobe Martin stalks him once more whille Tommy Knoxville looks on curiously from the apron. As Buckson Gooch shakily gets back to a standing position, Niobe runs to the ropes in front of him and jumps to the center, coming back to hit a Springboard Spinning Wheel Kick! Buckson Gooch falls violently to the ring mat and Niobe lies on top of his shoulders for the cover!

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KJE: Hey, she can fly!

AJP: Oh sh...

Buckson Gooch throws Niobe Martin nearly four feet into the air as he shoves her off! She lands face-first on the mat a few feet away and groans. Buckson rolls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He waits for Niobe to get up and then runs at her, taking her head over heels with a Clothesline! She is knocked toward the corner and holds her ribs in pain. Buckson Gooch makes his way over to Knoxville and holds his arm out for the tag- but Knoxville abandons the tag rope and the corner and goes to the corner to check on Niobe through the ropes!

KJE: Like I said. Wrong head. This is why he’s not wearing any gold. And why he doesn’t have a lady...

Buckson looks confused, and the referee tells Knoxville to return to his corner... and Gooch is hit from behind with a high arc kick from Trevor Hyatt! Gooch falls to the ground and Hyatt exits back out to the corner. Niobe Martin eventually gets to her feet and goes out to the apron, climbing to the top rope. Buckson gets up and Niobe flies off, hitting a Missile Dropkick!

AJP: I’m a little surprised that Niobe took advantage of that.

KJE: Well, duh, how else is she going to win? Look at who her partner is!

AJP: Miss congeniality, you are.

Niobe Martin crawls to her corner and tags in Trevor Hyatt! Trevor comes in and unloads on Buckson Gooch with stomps to mixed reactions from the crowd. He lifts BG up against the ropes and tries to Irish Whip him, but Buckson reverses it and hits a Powerslam! He climbs to his feet and tags in Tommy Knoxville! Knoxville wastes no time lifting Hyatt to his feet from behind, attempting to lock him in the half-nelson judo choke that he calls the Drunken Hangover... but Hyatt counters with a Snapmare! Knoxville turns around into a calf kick right to the jaw and goes down!

KJE: Ha! Guess it’s obvious who my and Christian’s opponents will be...

AJP: You mean... my and Logan’s opponents.

Hyatt hoists Knoxville up and tries lift him up onto his shoulders for his Backpack Stunner, but Knoxville slips behind him and locks in the Drunken Hangover, bringing an overwhelmed Trevor Hyatt to the mat! Niobe looks on in shock and Hyatt immediately taps out!

DING, DING, DING!

Nicky Paige: Here are your winners as a result of a submission, going to Rasslemania, Tommy Knoxville and Buckson Gooch!

AJP: Well, that’s that.

KJE: Great. Couldn’t stand another second next to you anyway.

Both of them pull their headsets off and exit ringside on opposite sides of the ring. While Seth Hyatt checks on his hurt son, Tommy Knoxville and Buckson Gooch smirk at Aubrey and Kaylyn as they enter the ring, a few paces away from each other. Tommy motions that he wants the Tag Team Titles and pats Buckson Gooch’s shoulders, but Aubrey raises her titles above her head and shakes her head at the duo.

Kaylyn glares up at Knoxville and Buckson Gooch from the ramp and then turns, strutting up into the back. Our camera fades to black as the vicors celebrate in the ring.

[T-Marv]

Backstage Sienna Harrison is strolling through the corridors, trying to maintain control and composure on this emotional night. As she turns a corner she bumps into someone.

?: Whoa darling, watch where you’re going.

Sienna: I’m sorry.

Sienna looks up and sees none other than The Guv’nor standing before her. The crowd roar with delight as he smiles, but Sienna doesn’t look nearly as impressed.

Guv’nor: Hello there treacle, fancy bumping into you like this. You know, we got to stop meeting like this, or...

He looks over his shoulder.

Guv’nor: Or people will start talking.

Sienna tries to move around The Guv’nor, but he steps across and blocks her off.

Guv’nor: Where you off in such a hurry? No friendly conversation for your old favourite, The Guv’nor?

Sienna: Look, I am far too busy, and I have much more important stuff to do than make idle chit-chat with you.

The Guv’nor frowns.

Guv’nor: Come on, love, bit harsh innit? You don’t have to play all coy with me. I know you have a sweet spot for the old Guv’nor. Is it your brother, ‘cause you know, I can have a word with that slag, straighten him up a touch, know what I’m saying.

Sienna: What?

Guv’nor: I can see that little shine in your eyes, I saw it last week. When you were at death’s door, so to speak, who else could you think of but The Guv’nor?

Sienna: It was nothing like that. I was desperate. I would have said anything to get those peasants screaming in our favour, to get Jeff and Mark Mania off mine and Alex’s back.

Guv’nor: I understand. You don’t want to be seen to be showing favouritism. Your secret is safe with me.

The Guv’nor winks; Sienna screws up her face.

Sienna: There is no secret. Ugh! What is wrong with you?

Guv’nor: I get it; play it cool when the camera’s on, but when the lights out...

He gives her another wink.

Sienna: You are a pig!

She storms off past Guv’nor. He lets her go, but turns to watch her leave, issuing a quiet chuckle to himself. After about half a dozen seconds he turns and finds himself face to face with.....

Guv’nor: Well if it isn’t the #1 rudeboy in the whole of APW.

The camera pans to reveal....

Mr. Dangerous

Guv’nor: How’s it hanging, bruv? Still basking in the glory of putting Nathaniel Havok in his place a few weeks ago.

Mr. Dangerous: Duuuuuuuuude! Ever since that day, I tell you, I’ve been feeling more and more Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanggggeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerous!

Guv’nor gives Mr. Dangerous an odd look, like he’s face to face with an escaped mental patient kind of look.

Guv’nor: Right.

Mr. Dangerous: But ever since then, I’ve been thinking about how I want nothing more than to be with The Guv’nor’s mandem – giving it all that geezers, mates, and bruvs. Look I can even dance like Dick Van Dyke.

And so Mr. Dangerous gets to his best ‘Mary Poppins’ impression, all that chim-chim-cher-roo nonsense and whatnot. Guv’nor looks around to make sure nobody is seeing him associated with this idiot and puts a hand on Mr. Dangerous’ shoulder.

Guv’nor: Okay bruv, calm down or you’ll give yourself a stroke or something.

Mr. Dangerous: Not me, bruv, I’m just too daaaaaangeeeeeerou-

Guv’nor: Yeah I get it, you bloody mug. But why you interrupting The Guv’nor when he’s on his leisurely pre-match show.

Mr. Dangerous: Because I got something to show you.

Mr. Dangerous pulls open his jacket to reveal underneath a t-short bearing the legend ‘I’M WITH THE GUVNOR’. The Guv smiles and pats Mr. Dangerous on the shoulder affectionately.

Guvnor: I love it, bruv!

Mr. Dangerous: I got one for you too.

Mr. Dangerous hands The Guv’nor a t-shirt, he opens it up to read the legend ‘I AM THE GUVNOR’.

Guvnor: Yes, mate! That is tasty, bruv. I love it!

Mr. Dangerous: That means we’re pals, right? We’re mates, we’re pals, best buds, yeah?

Guvnor: Of course, bruv! You got my back, and I got yours. You’re a legend in the mandem. A diamond geezer as they say.

Mr. Dangerous: Lovely jubbly.

Guvnor: Nah, Mr. D. You got to say it right. It’s luuuuuuuuuuvly jubbly!

Mr. Dangerous thinks it over, then recites.

Mr. Dangerous: Luuuuuuuvly jubbly.

Guvnor: That’s it, mate! Nice one! I give you ten out of ten.

Beaming Mr. Dangerous says before heading off.

Mr. Dangerous: Anyway, I got a hundred of these to sell. We’ll have everyone wearing them for Rasslemania.

Guvnor: I like your thinking, bruv. Ten out of bleeding ten!

The Guvnor watches Mr. Dangerous walk off, shaking his head, as much with shock as anything else, before muttering to himself.

Guvnor: An absolute ledge.....but what a bleeding spanner that geezer is.

He turns away, shakes his head, as he holds up the t-shirt and begins to walk off. After a couple of steps he lowers the t-shirt and finds Mr. Black standing, irritation painted all over the lawyer’s face.

Mr. Black: You promised you wouldn’t leave the room.

Guv’nor: Yeah, well I would say my word is my bond, but you aren’t exactly a human being, so it doesn’t count. Besides, I needed some fresh air.

Mr. Black: Looks to me like you were wasting time when you should be focussing on your match tonight.

Guv’nor: Alright, fair play mate, I’ve had my bit of fun. Let’s go back to the locker room.

Mr. Black: Finally, some common sense.

Mr. Black and Guv’nor walk side by side for a few steps, then Guv’nor points out something to Mr. Black’s right, then darts off to his left and dashes through a door, making a hasty escape from his lawyer, the sound of his laughter heard echoing back. Mr. Black is left raging as the scene fades.

We cut to the backstage area, where Nathaniel Havok and Cole Turner (Briefcase in hand, as usual.) stand with Hannah Storm, who is awaiting her cue.

Hannah Storm: Nathaniel, last week, you made a giant statement with a win over Trevor Hyatt. Many say that your new contract has been a crutch, seeing as how you’re basically “untouchable”. But it seemed like you were back in your grove, last week.

Nathaniel Havok: You’re right, Hannah. Last week, I wasn’t just mad, I was pissed off! Trevor Hyatt completely ignored me, last week. The kid didn’t even act like I existed, or the match was going to even take place! In this company, I am a gem, a diamond in the rough! For that KID to disrespect me the way he did, is far beyond my comprehension! Nathaniel Havok’s name is legendary! In this business, I set the standard! There will never be another man that Hyatt can rub elbows with, that would ever measure up to the Enforcer of Sorrow!

I used it as a motivator, and kicked the living piss out of him! Not only does it give me the momentum that I need, going into tonight… But it also gives me even more momentum, heading into RassleMania! Because tonight, I will make my final plea, winning against not only Little Lenny, but his buddy Warren Peace too! And believe me when I tell you, I will be leaving RassleMania as the APW North American Champion! Don’t believe me? Just watch what I do tonight! 2013 is MY YEAR! Meltdown is MY SHOW! And that title that Warren Peace is keeping warm, it’s MY TITLE! And at RassleMania, the gold is coming home with daddy, Hannah. The gold is coming home with daddy.

Nathaniel looks Hannah up and down. He turns around and begins to walk away, but stops, and turns his head to look at Hannah once again. Slowly, he turns and walks back up to her, getting in her face, in a gentle way.

Nathaniel Havok: How about you, baby? You want to come home with daddy, too?

Nathaniel smirks at Hannah, who doesn’t know how to react, as the scene fades back to ringside.

Nicky Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing in at 275 pounds. He's known as Leon "The Virus" Roberts.

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains

The lights fade, as 'The Memory Remains' continues to play. The stage is highlighted red, as fog begins to show at the stage.

Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor

Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

Leon and Demonica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Demonica sitting on Leon's lap. They both get up. Once they do, Demonica kneels infront of Leon, facing the crowd, as Leon raises his arms, with both hands in devil horn pose, as fire burst behind them. The arena lights are now all red.

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains

The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket, as he awaits for his opponent.

Dick Harris: Who is that hot looking chick that's with Leon?

Shane West: I believe that's his manager and his wife, Demonica. Leon has been impressive in the tag team division as of late with his tag team partner Jake Titan but now he is in his first singles match since he came to APW.

Dick Harris: I am more interested in Demonica more than Leon at the moment.

Shane West: Oh do behave Dick. She's married to Leon for gods sake.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent coming from Seattle, Washington weighing at 126 pounds. "The Burning Star" Megan Andrews.

"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. 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.

Shane West: Megan was attacked by Aubrey J Parker after the tag match was over last week.

Dick Harris: She didn't even lose the match for her team. Let's hope she can pull an upset on Leon tonight.

Shane West: At least you are behaving for once. Let's get down to ring side for some Action Packed Wrestling.

Singles Match
Leon "The Virus" Roberts vs "The Burning Star" Megan Andrews

The match starts with Leon and Megan locking up doing various holds with Leon taking control of the wrist lock then Megan transfers it to a head lock. Leon then bounces Megan to the ropes and he uses the big boot into Megan's face with Demonica at ringside clapping Leon. He then picks Megan up from the mat and he uses the full nelson slam on Megan.

Dick Harris: This match is like David vs Goliath the way this is going.

Shane West: Yes and Megan has to use her speed and agility to take this big man down since power moves will not work with Leon.

Dick Harris: Oh she can do it. I can't resist the amount of puppies that are surrounding the ring.

Shane West: Focus on what's going on in the ring Dick and not what's on the female bodies.

Megan then got up and does a headscissors take down and she waits into the corner for Leon to get up when he tried to use the big boot again only Megan moved out of the way and he hits the turnbuckle with Megan then went to use the Bronco Buster on Leon and then she goes for the pinfall.

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Shane West: Close but no cigar.

Dick Harris: This girl is impressive considering her size to Leon. I like Megan already.

Shane West: She is trying everything to take the big man down and getting the upset win.

Leon Roberts kicks out of two with Megan flying off from Leon and hits herself on the mat pretty hard as the size advantage is taking a toll on her as Megan went to the turnbuckle to use the suicide dive but Leon moved out of the way and he picks her up to use the German suplex and he goes for the pin fall.

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Shane West: Megan barely got her shoulder up then.

Dick Harris: Come on Megan. I want to see you destroy Leon Roberts.

Shane West: I doubt that's going to happen but anything can happen in the wrestling business.

The crowd were behind Leon at this point as he saw Megan showing off to the crowd taunting them with boos filled in the arena but as soon as she turned around. Leon then used the Dragon Screw on Megan which was successful. Leon was setting up his finisher while he was waiting for Megan to get up as she did with Leon using his finisher which was called Hellbound Chokeslam and then he pins Megan.

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Winner: Leon "The Virus" Roberts.

Nicky Page: And here is your winner via pin fall. Leon "The Virus Roberts.

Dick Harris: How the hell did that happen?

Shane West: Using his finisher to win the match that's what happened Dick.

Dick Harris: I better go and see if Megan is alright.

The Memory Remains by Metallica hits on the PA as Leon's wife and manager Demonica goes into the ring along with the referee raising Leon's hand as Leon and Demonica kiss in the ring before going backstage as the show goes to a commercial break.

[T-Marv]

The crowd boos as our cameras cut to the back and we see Vice-General Manager, Sienna, sitting on the sofa in the General Manager's office with a blank expression on her face. Someone crosses in front of the camera and the crowd explodes with a raucous chorus of boos when we see that it's General Manager, Alexander Duvall.

Duvall: It's not too late to back out of this. Maybe we can save some face in the wake of this idiotic and barbaric decision you've gone and made, hm?

Sienna rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms and shakes her head.

Sienna: Robina can get it done. And if she can't... Then I will.

Duvall: She can't.

Sienna: Stop it.

Duvall: Look at me.

After some minor hesitation, Sienna raises her eyes to look at Alexander Duvall, who brings a hand to her cheek.

Duvall: You don't need to do this. You know that no matter who you put in front of Amy Zing... She's coming after you. She wants to hurt you, and you've given her that opportunity. But you can take it away. I can take it away. Walk away, Sienna.

Sienna looks at Alexander in silence for a few moments and then shakes her head. She stands up and glances toward the door. Robina Hood approaches it, now dressed in her wrestling gear. Sienna turns back to Duvall...

...But says nothing. She turns and walks past Robina and out the door. Robina casts a dirty look upon Duvall before she follows Sienna. Duvall sighs and shakes his head.

West: Amy Zing vs Robina Hood in a ladder match, next! If Zing wins... She gets to face Sienna!

Harris: Ahhh... Somebody stop her!

Backstage Warren Peace is walking the corridors, the North American Championship belt resting proudly over his shoulder. The crowd pop for the champ. There is a commotion behind him that draws his attention, a set of double doors swing open and The Guv’nor stumbles into the corridor, causing the crowd to pop again.

Guv’nor: If I ever escape that bleeding lawyer it’ll be the death of me.

He mutters to himself, before he turns and spots Warren Peace. There is a tense moment between the two, before The Guv’nor breaks out a warm smile.

Guv’nor: If it isn’t me old mate, Warren Peace. How’s it hanging, bruv?

Warren tries to get in a reply, but Guv’nor cuts him off.

Guv’nor: Let me take this chance to congratulate you, bruv. It was about time some geezer put that slag Young Mannie back in his place.

Warren Peace: Yes, that's one thing that the both of us can agree upon, my cheeky chap. Young Mannie carried this championship title far too long, even for such a short reign. And last week in front of the entire world I won this title. Proving once and for all that the revolution is strong and growing stronger.

Guv’nor: Yeah, but listen, bruv – don’t get to comfortable with the feel of that thing. You know the Guv’nor’s first in line to fire at that bull’s-eye on your back, and I hate it break it, mate, but I’m not one for missing.

Warren tenses up at this comment; Guv’nor gives him a smile. Warren calms and grins ear to ear. Casting a cocky and inquisitive look and the Guv'Nor.

Guv’nor: Anyway, we’ll save all that for Rasslemania, right? Tonight we’re on the same page, bruv, so as far as I’m concerned there’ll be no aggro. We can do all that mortal enemy stuff when it counts.

Warren Peace: I've been saying that all week Guv. See I have a nasty habit of beating my tag team partners within an inch of their lives and leaving them for the pack of dogs in the other corner. Yet, you need not worry about that. I know that as much as you may want this championship for your own, and you're definitely the sort to resort to nefarious antics to get the one up on me, tonight isn;t the night. I may be carrying this title, but there's an equal bulls eye on your chest, and the chest of the other competitors in our Rasslemania ladder match. Everyone could be looking for that one advantage. No, like it or not we need each other tonight and we need to focus on our opponents.

With a nod they indicate a mutual, if short-lived respect. Warren turns away from Guv’nor, who looks around and grabs a conveniently placed 2 x 4, raises it above his head as if he’s about to brain the champ. However, Warren turns around and catches Guv’nor red-handed. Warren’s first instinct is to wield the belt like a weapon, but Guv’nor’s arm relaxes and the smile returns to his face.

Guv’nor: Easy there, chief. No need to get all lairy, it’s just a little test. It’s good to know the man I got to trust tonight has eyes in the back of his head.

Guv’nor drops the 2 x 4, holds his arms up, indicating he wants peace, and backs off trying to look innocent. Warren’s continues to eye Guv’nor suspiciously until he knows any threat is gone.

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 a purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. The fans gives out a rather mixed response to this woman they knew as one Robina Hood.

Oh are we pretentious?
Or do we have stories boiling in us?
Poor fool, you're not gonna get to us
We don't even notice this...

As that voice continued to sing she walks to the top of the stage and throws her arms up high in the air, causing the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the floor. She proceeds to make her way down the aisle towards the ring. Some of the fans cheered, some booed and some of the younger members stayed nervously silent as the sometimes unpredictable female walked pass them.

I haven't seen the sun
In over sixty-seven days
The time is moving
With the heavens when I said to wait
The room is growing smaller
And the days are getting shorter
But I have to stay awake
Cause this could change the world

Suddenly a male voice began to sing, at a faster rate than the female voice that came beforehand, and as the voice sung Robina made her way to ringside. She stops, however, and turns to look at the top of the ramp where the crowd begins to boo as Sienna Harrison makes her way down the ramp.

Harris: There she is!

Paige: The following contest is a LADDER match! If Amy Zing is the Megastar to climb the ladder and retrieve the contract, she will go one-on-one with Vice-General Manager Sienna immediately afterward! Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds, accompanied to the ring by Sienna……ROBINA HOOD!

And it's time to tell the people
When nobody will
It's time to bring the life
To what I've written with a quill
I must create, then innovate
And let it see the light
And when I'm done, I will be changing
Now watch me ignite!

She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina turned around a few times to see the audience but when 'watch me ignite' goes through the system, the female spins 270 degrees and punches the air, getting a louder, more negative reaction from the audience as she smiles at Sienna and hugs her in the center of the ring, whispering something into her ear.

Paige: And her opponent...

"Wait Your Turn" by Rihanna hits the PA system and the crowd roars. Amy Zing wastes no time running out from the back!

West: And here comes Zing!

Harris: Good lord! Somebody slow her down!

Paige: And her opponent, from San Francisco, California, by way of Hong Kong, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds... AMY ZIIIING!

Zing slides into the ring and, on one knee, smirks up at Robina and Sienna. Sienna quickly exits the ring and the camera focuses on the two ladders at ringside-- one at each side of the ring.

Ladder Match - Zing vs Sienna Contract Above the Ring
Robina Hood w/ Sienna vs Amy Zing

The bell rings and both women look up at the clipboard and contract above the ring, and then at the two ladders on either side of the ring. Robina thinks to go for the ladder first, but Zing jumps onto her back and takes her to the ground, mounting her and grabbing two handfuls of hair, driving her face into the ground. Sienna watches worriedly as Zing lifts Robina Hood to her feet and Irish Whips her into the ropes, hitting her with a Calf Kick upon the rebound! Zing rolls toward the ropes and waves at Sienna, who rolls her eyes and turns away.

West: Amy Zing has a lot of confidence here-- but she doesn’t want to get too ahead of herself, or she won’t get a chance to get her hands on Sienna! Robina Hood isn’t a slouch in the ring.

Harris: You say that like it’s a bad thing! You WANT her to hurt poor, innocent Sienna?’

Robina is up to her feet but Amy jumps onto her and hits a rotating Monkey Flip that sends Robina flying through the ropes and out to the floor! She groans in pain and uses one of the ladders at ringside to pull herself up. Amy Zing shoots the ropes and comes back for a Suicide Dive-- but Robina swings the ladder, quickly, into the ropes and dives out of the way! Zing hits the ladder head-first and falls out to ringside in a heap!

West: OH NO!

Harris: Ahahahaohoho no!

Sienna applauds and whistles from ringside. Robina hops up to the apron to take a bow, garnering a chorus of echoing boos from the audience. She hops back down as Amy Zing is crawling to her feet and grabs her by the hair. Robina throws her back-first into the apron and then grabs the ladder, sliding it into the ring. Robina crawls in afterward and begins to set it up in the middle of the ring. Once she begins to climb, however, Amy Zing climbs to her feet and rolls into the ring. Robina hops down-- but is unable to stop the oncoming double-leg takedown followed by closed fists to the skull by Amy Zing!

West: Closed fists are completely legal in a ladder match! The ONLY way to win is by climbing the ladder and getting that contract!

Harris: But still completely CHEAP!

Robina covers up and rolls away. Amy Zing turns and looks up at the contract, but Robina Hood grabs her legs before Amy Zing can approach the ladder! Zing falls to her knees and turns to fend Robina off, but she receives a punch right to the mouth! The crowd drones out with a loud “OOOOOHHHH!” as Zing falls to her back, holding her mouth which is clearly bleeding. Robina hops up and then runs, springing off of the rung of a ladder to hit a boot to Amy’s face! Amy twists and falls to the ground, shaking from pain. Robina lifts her up and then falls back, hitting her with a Flapjack onto the standing ladder, knocking it to the ground!

Harris: And if Amy Zing thinks that hurt, imagine how it’ll be when seven other people are trying to do that to her and grab the North American Title at Rasslemania!

West: Robina isn’t done! Look at this!

Robina lifts Zing up and winks at Sienna before dragging Amy Zing toward the ladder-- and nailing an STO onto it! Amy arches her back and wails out in pain, rolling to the ropes. Robina Hood lifts up the ladder with minor struggle and glares at Amy Zing who takes about fifteen seconds to climb to her feet!

West: No, no, no, lookout!

Robina shrieks as she runs forward and drives the ladder into Zing’s shoulder, knocking Amy Zing between the ropes and out to the apron! Robina then swings the ladder again, catching her right in the ribs and knocking her down to the floor! Sienna looks at Amy Zing with a mixture of curiosity and fear as she lands next to her. Robina drags the ladder to the middle of the ring and takes a deep breath before she positions it beneath the contract.

Harris: Climb, Robina, climb!

West: Amy Zing is in bad shape at ringside! And-- look at Sienna!

The crowd boos mercilessly as Sienna Harrison runs at Amy Zing and punts her in the ribcage! Zing rolls onto her back and Sienna quickly jogs away to the other side of the ring. Meanwhile, Robina begins to climb the ladder. Once she’s halfway up, she takes a deep breath, shaking off the proverbial cobwebs. She then begins to climb again, reaching up-- and her fingers graze the clipboard. She climbs up two more rungs and grasps the clipboard! She begins to untie it from the noose...

West: And here comes Amy Zing!

Zing jumps up to the top turnbuckle and then dives off to hit a Missile Dropkick to the ladder! Robina falls from the top and crashes into the turnbuckles. She groans in pain and stumbles back while Amy Zing uses one desperate burst of energy to jump up and nail a Swinging Neckbreaker! Both women lie in pain for a moment, but Zing rolls onto her stomach and starts crawling toward the ladder. She reaches for it, but Robina Hood grabs her leg. Zing turns and kicks at her, eventually catching her by the left eye. Robina breaks her grip and Zing rolls on top of the ladder and then pushes herself to her feet. She raises the ladder up with her-- and Robina dives at her, clipping her knee! Zing falls forward and lands jaw-first on the ladder!

Harris: HAHA! She deserved every single bit of that.

West: And now Robina is going outside the ring... What’s she doing?!

Robina ducks under the ring and the crowd boos as she comes back out with a wooden 2x4. She slides back into the ring and waits for Zing to get up before swinging it into her ribs!

West: Well, this is legal but this is a--

Harris: Oh, it’s okay when Zing throws closed fists but the world’s gone to Hell when Robina whips out the 2x4?

Zing doubles over and Robina brings the 2x4 down across her shoulder blades, then once more across the small of her back! Amy Zing cries out in pain and Robina throws the 2x4 aside. Sienna smiles from the outside and applauds again. Robina Irish Whips her and then hits a Reverse Elbow! Zing, bleeding, crawls into the ropes and turns around, where Robina proceeds to wrap her arms between the middle and top turnbuckles! She grins and begins throwing knees into Zing’s ribs! The referee asks Robina to stop, but the “Perfect Megastar” refuses, and Zing eventually screams from the pain.

West: Oh, come on! Get her out of there! This is ridiculous!

Harris: This is what she deserves! And trust me-- it’s only a preview of Rasslemania!

West: And NOW what is Robina Hood doing?

Sienna climbs onto the apron and holds Amy Zing in place, simultaneously choking her to the chagrin of the referee and the booing audience. Robina Hood bends down to proudly lift and display the 2x4, prompting an even louder negative reaction. She smirks as she holds it over her shoulder, walking toward Amy Zing.

Harris: Amy Zing has done nothing but absorb punishment this entire match, and now she’s going to REGRET ever signing that contract last week!

West: I think Sienna has proved her point. Can we just end this match and call it a day? This was never meant to be fair.

Sienna drops down from the apron and gestures for Robina to go to work-- and she does, swinging the 2x4 not one, not twice, not even three times, but six times into Amy Zing’s ribs before Amy finally gets her right arm free and swings, knocking the 2x4 out of her hands! It falls under the bottom rope and to the outside, but the damage is done. Zing falls down, wailing in pain while Robina sets up the ladder and begins crawling again. Zing tries to pull her left wrist from the ropes, spitting blood out of her mouth as she does it. Sienna watches nervously between Amy Zing and Robina Hood.

Harris: Robina’s near the top!

Robina Hood grabs the clipboard and contract, but Amy Zing finally gets her arm free! She grabs Robina by the legs and rips her from the ladder! Robina lands on her feet and tries to swing at Amy Zing, but Zing blocks it and grabs Robina, throwing her face-first into the ladder, and then back-first into the ropes! Robina rebounds, right into a knee to the gut! She bends down and Zing nails a Snap DDT! Robina lies in pain oin the ground and Amy Zing moves the ladder closer toward the turnbuckles. She waits for Robina Hood to climb to her feet, and then takes her down once more with a spinning roundhouse kick! She then points to the ladder and begins to ascend to the top. Sienna Harrison slams on the ring apron and yells for Robina to get up!

West: Amy Zing is really far from that contract. She can only be thinking one thing!

Harris: Robina, MOVE!

Zing perches on the top of the ladder and looks back-- before nailing a Corkscrew Moonsault across the head and neck of Robina Hood! Robina goes completely limp and the crowd erupts into cheers!

West: PHOENIXSAULT FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

Harris: ROBINA HOOD IS OUT!

The crowd goes into a frenzy and Zing lifts the dead weight of Robina Hood up onto her shoulders before walking to the ropes and heaving her over the top and straight to the floor! Robina lands with a thud and Zing drags the ladder back to the middle of the ring, glaring at Sienna the entire time!

West: And now there’s no escape for Sienna Harrison!

Sienna looks nervously at the angry, bleeding Amy Zing. Amy steadies the ladder and takes a few deep breaths, regaining composure, shaking off the pain before she begins climbing... And climbing... And climbing... And finally reaches the top, reaching up to the clipboard! Sienna Harrison jumps onto the apron and starts to enter the ring-- but Zing rips the contract down and the bell rings! The audience explodes!

Paige: Here is your winner... AMYYYYYY ZIIIIIIIIIIIING!

West: She did it! She got it! She grabbed the contract!

Harris: NO! NO!

The referee removes the ladder from the ring and Zing sits in the corner, grinning at Sienna. Sienna stands on the apron with a look of shock on her face.

West: Sienna, by her own clause, has to get in there and wrestle Amy Zing right now!

Harris: Ahhh... Ahhh...

The referee says something to Sienna, motioning for her to get in the ring. Sienna shakes her head at the referee, screaming something at him as she points at Amy Zing. The referee motions for Sienna to get in the center of the ring! Sienna buries her face in her arms on the top rope and sighs, finally stepping into the ring to loud cheers from the crowd! Immediately, Zing hops to her feet. Sienna tries to plead with the referee, but he signals for the bell!

Amy Zing vs Sienna

Sienna looks uneasily across the ring at Amy Zing. The crowd is on their feet, loud, waiting to see the competition. Zing is nearly salivating as she glares across the ring at her boss.

West: Anything Amy Zing does to Sienna between these bells is completely legal! Zing grabbed the contract-- Zing gets the match!

Harris: Zing is forgetting that Sienna was a wrestler in the independent circuit for years! Who do you think taught Little Evan Envi?

West: But has she retained it? Sienna Harrison has been in management positions for the past three years-- not in the ring!

Harris: I guess we’ll see!

The two circle the center of the ring with Amy Zing pretending she’s about to lunge at Sienna every few seconds. She grins, as she gets closer with each move. Sienna feebly holds up her hands in a defensive position and Zing stops, her eyes narrowing and her glare locking on Sienna.

Amy Zing dives on top of Sienna to the crowd’s delight! She takes Sienna onto her back and tries to hit her with a punch, but Sienna slides away! Amy gets to her feet and takes Sienna down with a Clothesline! Sienna screams and Amy hops up, going to stomp down on Sienna’s jaw-- but again, Sienna rolls out of the way! She pushes herself to her feet and Amy runs at her, but out of nowhere, Sienna charges Amy Zing and takes her down with a Spear!

West: Where’d THAT come from?!

Sienna smirks as Amy crawls to her feet, clutching the ribs that have been bruised and discolored at the hands of Robina Hood. Amy crawls toward Sienna, but Sienna Harrison lifts her up, launching her overhead with a T-Bone Suplex!

West: WHAT?! Did YOU know she could do that?

Harris: Yes. I tried to tell you!

The crowd is booing relentlessly as Amy Zing pulls herself up, using the ropes, obviously confused, herself. Sienna smirks and measures Amy, holding her hands up before her eye as if looking at Zing through a camera-- earning a pop from a few of the “smart marks” in the crowd that are aware of Sienna’s history. Sienna waits for Zing to climb to her feet and then charges her from behind, drilling her to the mat with a Reverse Bulldog! Zing rolls onto her stomach and then Sienna forces her onto her back, hooking the far leg!

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THRRRRE- Kickout!

West: Kickout by Amy Zing! And I’m surprised that I even have to say that!

Sienna lifts Zing up by her hair, glaring into her face, screaming ”You won’t MAKE IT to Rasslemania!” She hits Zing with a Lariat that knocks her roughly to the mat. Sienna then steps out to the apron and tosses her hair back behind her head, leaning back on the ropes as she grins into the booing crowd. She waves them off and goes to the turnbuckles, ascending toward the top. Sienna stands at the top, a hand on her hip as she watches Zing climb to her feet. Zing turns around and Sienna dives from the top, hitting a Diving Clothesline! Zing rolls over onto her stomach from the impact and Sienna signals for the end to the crowd!

Harris: Our boss-- our BOSS is about to put away Amy Zing!

West: I think I’m just as shocked as you are...

Sienna hoists Zing up in a double underhook, and tries to nail the Snap Double Arm DDT, but Zing spins out of it and throws Sienna overhead with a Double Underhook Suplex! The crowd cheers and Sienna climbs to her feet, trying to grab Zing again, but Zing hits a Dropkick! Sienna falls into the turnbuckles and the crowd roars as they realize the position Zing is in.

West: I think it might be the return of your favorite move!

Harris: Not when it’s used on the boss!

Sienna groans in pain in the corner and the still-bleeding Amy Zing charges her, performing a hand-stand on the top rope and then swinging her knees down into Sienna’s chest! Sienna cries out in pain and staggers out of the corner, collapsing in the center of the ring.

West: NIHAO SIENNA! Never thought I’d get to say that.

Zing seems to be preparing for the end as Sienna climbs up-- but she’s grabbed from the apron! Zing turns around and rips free of Robina Hood, who is on the apron! The bloodied, exhausted Amy Zing leaps into the air and nails the 540 Roundhouse Kick, nailing the Fenghuang Kick! Robina Hood’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she falls out to ringside.

Harris: AHH!

Suddenly, from behind, Sienna Harrison grabs Amy Zing and rolls her up for a Schoolboy! Unbeknownst to the ref, Sienna grabs the middle rope for leverage!

West: LOOK!

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West: Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Was it--?!

Harris: Was it three?!

Sienna asks the referee the same thing, but he signals that it was only two! Sienna quickly gets up and starts to lift Zing back up-- but out of nowhere, Zing jumps up and nails Sienna with the Fenghuang Kick! Sienna falls to her back and the crowd roars!

West: AMY ZING JUST CAUGHT SIENNA WITH THE FENGHUANG KICK!

Zing covers Sienna Harrison and the crowd chants along!

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The bell rings and the cameras pan around the excited audience as they roar for Zing.

Paige: Here is your winner... AMY ZIIIING!

West: She did it! Amy Zing has gotten a measure of revenge on Sienna for months of torment!

Harris: I think Sienna is the victim here... But I’m surprised she had so much fight in her! I’m surprised ZING is still walking after what Robina put her through!

West: A 2x4, a ladder, and an angry Robina Hood couldn’t keep Amy Zing away from Sienna. Not tonight.

The bloodied Amy whispers something to the unconscious Sienna before she rolls out of the ring, slapping hands with the fans as she makes her way to the back. We show replays of the vicious Fenghuang Kick, and then return to the top of the ramp where Zing takes a bow, mocking Sienna, and disappears into the back.

Harris: She WILL pay for this! Somebody help Sienna!

Robina pulls Sienna out of the ring and gingerly helps her to the back, both women nursing their injuries. The crowd boos them, but Robina and Sienna wave them off. Sienna places her head on Robina’s shoulders, groaning in pain with tears in her eyes as they depart to the back.

[T-Marv]

The scene cuts backstage to the locker room area where Knoxville is seen pacing up and down the hallway. By the look of things, he seems a bit nervous.

Knoxville: Well, I'm glad that's finally out of the way. I've been targetin' this broad for a few weeks now and this tournament for the tag gold almost sent things crashin' into the wall for me.

He then turns back and walks down the hall with confidence in his step and his head held high.

Knoxville: You got this man. It's now or never.

Coming to a stop, the camera looks at the door he's standing in front of which has a name plate which reads; "Niobe Martin". He then clears his throat, removes his sunglasses and adjusts his hat. Raising his right hand, he knocks on the door softly, waiting for whatever may be on the other side. The door then opens and Niobe stands there with a surprised look on her face as she looks into Knoxville's eyes.

Knoxville: Niobe... It's been too damn long for this.

Knoxville then grabs her by the waist and leans in to kiss her as the scene slowly cuts leaving the fans in suspense of what went down next.

"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: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Vancouver, British Columbia; he weighs 224lbs...”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: He’s being considered by many to be the wild card in this match. We know plenty about the other three competitors, but we just never know what Kevin Dahlia will bring to the table.

Harris: He is unpredictable, but he is so dangerous for it. Last week we saw how he came so close to ending The Guv’nor undefeated streak. He will be looking to avenge that tonight, and show he is a genuinely Rasslemania contender.

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp. Some fans begin to boo him, but his "cult-like" following overshadows them with their deafening cheers. He gives a sadistic grin to the crowd before throwing his hands in the air as Pyro goes off around him. Nathaniel then begins to casually walk down the ramp, hopping onto the ring apron, and climbing the rope.

Paige: His partner: From The Underworld; he weighs 242lbs...”The Enforcer of Sorrow”....NATHANIEL HAVOK!!

He taunts the crowd before jumping over the ropes, and into the ring. Nathaniel runs the ropes a few times, getting a feel for them before the match. He then takes his shirt off, tosses it into the crowd, and stands in his corner as the music dies out.

West: Nathaniel Havok has been petitioning for a North American Championship shot for weeks, and since he unmasked himself there seems to be a new intensity to the man.

Harris: He doesn’t have to pretend to be something he isn’t anymore; he’s playing the game completely on his own terms. Tuhoa Valo may have not been good enough to win the North American Championship, but, trust me, Nathaniel Havok is plenty good enough.

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: Arguably the most popular man on Meltdown right now, and still undefeated. Is anyone looking more impressive than The Guv’nor right now?

Harris: He’s got everything: the charisma, the talent, the will to win – but an eight-person ladder match is something even The Guv’nor may struggle to overcome.

West: Well he’s got to survive tonight first, and he’s as much a target as his partner tonight.

Black Flags rise above begins playing in the PA system. Everyone is confused as to who is making their entrance. all eyes are leering at the top of the ramp, but no one appears. After another moment of confusion Warren Peace is heard over the speaker. The cameras zoom around the crowded arena. Eventually coming across Warren walking through the crowd, ring gear on and North American championship title strapped around his waist.

Warren: last week I silenced all of the critics. Everyone seemed so convinced that I was some wannabe has been who was more along the lines of a never was. They said my time was over, and that i should enjoy having had any brief spotlight in this business at all. They said 2011 was long gone and so was it's rising star.

And now each and every one of those nay sayers are eating their words and swallowing them like nails. In any of you missed it, I beat Young Mannie last week in that very ring to become North American Champion.

I hate to say that I told you so, but uh...

He rubs the center plate of the North American championship belt with his free hand.

Warren: I told you so. In fact everything that I have ever said, promised or predicted has come to fruition. I promised change and here were are with the entire landscape of Meltdown on the verge of a re imagining. The revolution has begun.

And it is growing. All of these people here can feel it. In fact all of these people are a part of it, and if I called upon them to take arms and fight with me tonight they would.

Because I don't lie to people. I don't trick them or look down on them, because I am one of them. No person standing next to me is below me or unworthy of my presence. In fact I consider myself lucky to have the privilege to walk amongst them.

Warren makes his way through the crowd slapping and clapping the hands of fans. He comes to the barricade and steps over looking at his opponents and tag team partner for the evening.

Warren: I see you all eying me up. Enjoy the sight because this is as close that any of you will come to the North American title for a very, very long time.

Warren unstraps the title raises it into the air. The crowd roars as he stands front and center in the ring, not even looking at the other three competitors. The referee takes the championship and hands it to the time keeper.

West: It’s been an incredible rise from the doldrums for Warren Peace. He’s gone from being a guy who was very close to being shown the door to being the top guy on Meltdown.

Harris: Warren is really the poster boy for what Meltdown is all about. It’s about giving opportunities and seeing who can make the most of them. Warren may have been giving a few chances, but nobody can deny he deserves his place at the top right now.

Tag Team Match
Kevin Dahlia & Nathaniel Havok vs. The Guv’nor & Warren Peace (c)

With all four wrestlers in the ring the crowd have really amped up the noise they are making. Guvnor and Peace have a little chat about who will start off the match. Guvnor seems to happy to cede to Warren’s status and heads to their corner, but the Champ has his eyes fixed on his partner until he is certain nothing untoward is going to happen. This gives Havok and Dahlia, who have reached no such agreement, to pounce and they double team Warren from behind: Havok with some clubbing blows, Dahlia raining in the stomps.

West: It’s an early advantage for Havok and Dahlia as they go to work on the champ.

Harris: I think the egos of Guvnor and Warren Peace got the better of them there; they’ve started as individuals, whereas Havok and Dahlia are obviously looking to work as a well-oiled team.

The crowd are booing as Havok and Dahlia continue the double team, the ref seeming to focus more on keeping Guvnor in his corner than breaking up the two-on-one. Havok whips Peace into the ropes, then drops him with a spinning elbow attack to the face; Dahlia follows it up with a standing elbow drop to the heart. Nathaniel Havok is now orchestrating things and he lifts Warren into a waist lock. The champ tries to wriggle free, but Havok lands a few blows to the back of the head to put a stop to that, then issues an instruction to Dahlia. The man with the self-imposed synonymity with cancer hits the ropes then nails a jumping front dropkick to the chest of Warren as Havok delivers a German suplex and bridges for the pin...

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West: The Guvnor showing, even on the apron, he is alert to what’s going on here.

Harris: And it looks like Kevin Dahlia wants a piece of the action too!

Dahlia confronts Guvnor, but a headbutt puts Dahlia down. Guvnor turns to Havok, who is getting to his feet, but the ref steps in and backs Guvnor back into the corner. The Hackney-native mouths off to Havok, who throws his arms out as if accepting everything Guvnor has to offer, then turns back to Warren. The ref tidies things up and ordering Dahlia to his corner, reducing the match to proper legal form.

Harris: That’s what I call efficient officiating. There’s another reason why President Jeff shouldn’t fire Alexander Duval or Sienna Harrison – they’ve really improved the standards of refereeing here on Meltdown.

West: Oh yeah, that was real balanced. I guess the illegal double team goes down as, what, human error?

Harris: We all make them, Shane. Stop being so pedantic.

Meanwhile, Havok has Warren pinned a corner and is deliver a series of vicious open palm strikes to chest – the crowd booing everyone. In his corner Guvnor is stirring and cutting an agitated figure as he is forced to watch; Dahlia is playing heel to the crowd near him, posing and throwing out some taunts. Havok whips Warren across to opposite turnbuckle with such velocity that Warren rolls up onto the top turnbuckle. Havok charges across, and when with range leaps into the air to give his elbow more down force as he drives it into the head of the Champ. Havok looks across at Guvnor, gives him a cocky grin, then begins to beat Warren repeatedly with forearm clubs to the chest. With Peace spluttering and fighting for air, Havok lifts him onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry and walks him across the ring and delivers a gutbuster, before he tags in Dahlia.

West: He may not be the biggest guy on the roster, but Nathaniel Havok is surprisingly strong, and he manhandled Warren Peace there like he is a 150lb man.

Harris: If anyone can bring the power game into this match, it’s Havok. That could be the difference maker here.

Kevin Dahlia climbs to the top rope and lands a flying knee drop to the chest of Warren, causing the champ to roll away clutching his chest, which has already taken some serious hits.

West: The tactic here from Havok and Dahlia seems to be to get to work on Warren Peace’s cardiovascular area. I have to admit, it’s a unique approach.

Harris: And what a clever way to go, Shane. Usually we see the legs or back targeted for obvious reasons, but if you can make it as difficult for a man to breath as possible, make it so that it hurts when he has to breath, well then that wrestler is as good as useless.

West: It suggests that may be Havok and Dahlia did put their heads together before this one to work out some kind of strategy.

Dahlia covers Warren Peace....

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West: Look how Kevin Dahlia really exaggerates the way he shifts all his body weight down on Warren’s chest when making that cover.

Harris: And you know every time Warren Peace has to kick out, it’s going to take a huge effort and it’s going to hurt like hell.

Dahlia lifts Warren to his feet by the hair and lands a big right cross to the face, sending Warren into the ropes. Dahlia moves, grabs Warren by the shoulders and repeatedly lifts his knee into Warren’s midsection, doing this four times, then tossing Warren across the ring disdainfully before making a tag with Havok.

West: Dahlia tags in Havok and it looks like this team are looking to use frequent tags, using their energy in short, sharp, but explosive bursts.

Harris: With Warren Peace as the focus of that. Notice how they are very careful to keep the champ away from his corner.

Havok has Warren in an neutral corner, is applying a foot choke, which he ten transitions to repeated stomps until Warren is down into a seated position. Havok now begins to choke Warren, but the ref steps in quickly to break it up. As Havok backs away he sees Guvnor and calls him in, but as Guvnor begins to step through the ropes Havok calls out to the referee, who’s attention is then taken up by a protesting Guvnor, allowing Havok to move in and re-apply the illegal choke on Warren Peace.

West: We’re seeing that edge that Havok has here – that side of him that isn’t afraid to go outside the rules to win.

Harris: So naive, Shane. What you people call cheating, true winners like Havok call ‘transcending’ the rules.

West: You can’t polish a turd, Dick!

Havok draws away as the ref finally gets his eyes back onto the match, drags Warren out of the corner and delivers a snap suplex on the champ before tagging in his partner. Dahlia is full of energy and he is quick to cut of Warren as he sluggishly tries to find his corner, and drills him with a German suplex. Dahlia gets to his feet and struts over to Guvnor, taunting him. The Englishman starts mouthing off, visibly frustrated, gesturing for Dahlia to let Warren make the tag, but Dahlia moves in closer, instead mockingly jutting out his chin, daring Guvnor to strike. Strike he does, but Dahlia is quick and able to step away, laughing at Guvnor. The crowd start up a chant.

“WE WANT GUVNOR!”

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“WE WANT GUVNOR!”

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This just provokes Dahlia ire as he stomps around screaming over and over at the top of his lungs.

“GOTTA BE K.D., BABY!”

Suddenly Dahlia’s outburst is interrupted as Warren Peace rolls him from behind into a schoolboy...

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West: Kevin Dahlia got a little caught up in some showmanship. You can’t take your eyes off Warren Peace...ever.

Harris: Probably a bit of inexperience showing there.

Dahlia is up and furious; Warren is still feeling the effects of being on the backfoot for the whole of the match, therefore Dahlia quickly overwhelms him with a barrage of blows. Dahlia lifts Warren and whips him into the Havok/Dahlia corner. As Warren bounces off the turnbuckle Dahlia runs in and nails a knee jawbreaker. Warren is flat out in the ring as Dahlia jumps to his feet and throws out his arms, earning some heat from the crowd. Dahlia is about to drop and make a cover when Havok makes a blind tag on Dahlia’s shoulder. Kevin spins around and looks at Havok wide-eyed. The Enforcer of Sorrow steps through the ropes, Dahlia gives him a ‘what the F-!’ look, then pushes Havok’s chest and as it looks like a brawl is about to occur between the temporary team-mates the ref steps in and orders Dahlia into the corner. Havok walks away with a smirk on his face; Dahlia tries to burn a hole in the back of Havok’s head with his very eyes.

West: A little dissension in the ranks there; Kevin Dahlia clearly did not think kindly of that blind tag from Havok.

Harris: Nathaniel made the right call. He’s the fresher of the two. Good call!

As Havok lifts Warren Peace, the champ pushes him off and lands two forearm strikes to the face. Peace hits the ropes and charges back at Havok, but The Enforcer of Sorrow counters with a powerslam. Havok gets to his feet and glares down at his reeling opponent, then looks across at Kevin Dahlia and tells him ‘let me show you how this is done, rookie’. Havok lifts Warren Peace into a fisherman’s set-up, holds the pose for a few seconds, but this is his undoing because Warren Peace jams a thumb into Havok’s eye, then counters with a DDT. The crowd pop for the champ.

West: Huge counter by the North American Champion, and it’s really woken the crowd up here.

Warren Peace gets to his feet, the adrenaline in full flow again, and stalks Havok, calling him to his feet. As Havok gets up Peace kicks him in the gut and has him set-up for a piledriver, but Dahlia has anticipated it and from the ring apron slingshots over and nails Peace with a big boot to the face. This brings in Guvnor who makes straight for Dahlia, who makes a quick getaway under the bottom rope. The ref’s attention is again taken by Guvnor and putting him back in his corner. The distraction gives Nathaniel Havok a chance to nail Peace with a low blow, then delivers his ‘All Killer, No Filler’ fisherman’s driver. Havok makes a cover...

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West: Huge effort from the champ! He’s showing that fight he is so famed for.

Harris: Nine times out of ten that puts an opponent away; Havok leads to stay on game here.

Likewise Nathaniel Havok is disbelieving. Havok gets up and grabs Peace, lifting him into position for Commence Destruction (Rolling Cutter), but on the turn Peace reverses and sends Havok towards the ropes right where Guvnor is standing on the apron and nails him with an elbow smash. Havok spins around right into a back body drop from Warren. Kevin Dahlia makes his presence known again, pulling Guvnor down off the ring apron. Dahlia swings for Guvnor, but its blocked Guvnor thrusts out a right jab to Dahlia’s face, then slams him shoulder first into a ring post. Dahlia is left in a heap as Guvnor climbs back onto the apron. In the ring, Warren Peace has Nathaniel Havok locked in a figure four leg lock.

West: This is real trouble for Nathaniel Havok. He has to be careful he doesn’t get stranded.

Harris: And it’s not just the submission he has to worry about – there are potentially long term ramifications being in this hold any longer than necessary. Havok needs to tap or get to the ropes...and quick!

Havok is trying to scramble, screaming out with agony. Eventually he manages to swivel his hips so that he is side on, thus giving him a chance to gradually crawl towards the ropes. Guvnor spots this, runs around to that spot, and as Havok is about to grab the bottom rope Guvnor pulls the rope back out of his reach. This infuriates Havok and he starts screaming out with a mixture of anger and agony. Eventually the ref spots this and calls for Warren to release the hold and reprimands Guvnor, who walks back to his corner under the pretence of innocence.

West: The Guv’nor giving a Havok a taste of his own medicine there, and showing he too isn’t above ‘transcending’ the rules.

Harris: See Shane, you’re learning!

Warren lifts Havok, but there is an accidental clash of heads. Havok responds quickest attempting a middle kick, but Peace blocks, only for Havok to counter the counter with an Enziguri. As Peace spins away, Havok, hobbling, grabs Peace for Commence Destruction, but this Peace counters into a swinging neckbreaker creating a double down. After a few seconds both men start crawling towards their corners looking for a tag.

West: How important this tag could be! This could swing the momentum of this match in a decisive manner.

Guvnor, bubbling with frustration, is slamming the top turnbuckle, urging Warren on. Dahlia is a little less animated in his corner, but he’s got his arm stretched out, calling for Havok to make haste. Guvnor turns to the crowd and gestures for them to make more noise.

“WE WANT GUVNOR!”

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“WE WANT GUVNOR!”

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West: The crowd trying to drag Warren Peace to his corner with their support. Just listen to this, Dick!

Harris: What? I can’t hear anything!

Warren and Havok are now just a matter of inches from tag range. Warren pushes himself up onto his knees and with a mammoth, champion’s effort urges his body onwards and makes a noisy, slappy tap of Guvnor’s outstretched hand. The crowd go wild as Meltdown most explosive newcomer bounds across the ring. Nathaniel Havok is about to make a leap for the tag when Guvnor catches him by the leg and drags him out of range, much to the chagrin of Kevin Dahlia who starts having a hissy fit on the apron.

Guvnor mounts Havok and starts pounding him with punches to the face, each punch with the power of the crowd behind it. Guvnor gets up, dragging Havok with him, sends Havok into the ropes and topples The Enforcer of Sorrow with a huge clothesline from Hell. Guvnor makes a cover...

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Guvnor is up again, stalking Havok. The Enforcer of Sorrow rises, Guvnor lands a toe kick to the gut, hits the ropes looking for the London Drop (knee drop bulldog), but Havok sidesteps and counters with a superkick to that chin that sends shockwaves through Guvnor’s brain, knocking off the lights, and causing him to slump to the mat. Havok makes a cover...

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West: I thought he had him there! Havok just fractions from a win over The Guv’nor.

Harris: He may not get a better chance.

Havok has had enough now, he wants this one over and done. He looks again for Commence Destruction, but its countered again, this time into the Gypsy Kiss (Fisherman’s Gator Roll) by Guvnor. The crowd cheer and Warren Peace gets them to up the noise for the count. Guvnor goes for a cover, but...

CRACK!

Kevin Dahlia slams a folded steel chair across his back. Guvnor gets to his feet, turns but before he can focus his eyes....

CRACK!

Guvnor takes a second chair shot, this time to the head, putting him down on the mat. The ref immediately calls for the bell.

Paige: The winners of this match, by disqualification, WARREN PEACE & THE GUV’NOR!!!

The crowd start booing Kevin Dahlia and the end of this match.

West: What is Kevin Dahlia doing? He’s completely thrown the match.

Harris: I think he had enough of sitting on the sidelines, Shane. You could see him becoming more and more frustrated.

The ref steps across and starts reprimanding Dahlia, and the retort is emphatic.

CRACK!

Dahlia lays the referee out cold with a chair shot. Nathaniel Havok gets to his feet and starts berating his partner, wanting to know what he is doing.

CRACK!

Kevin Dahlia doesn’t think the matter worth discussing; putting Havok down with a chair shot.

West: Kevin Dahlia has completely lost control.

Warren Peace steps into the ring and surveys the damage. He looks at Dahlia, who looks surprisingly composed, and gives him a curious look, one that is a mixture of understanding and surprise. Warren Peace says to Dahlia ‘I’ll see you at Rasslemania’, then turns away to leave.

CRACK!

Kevin Dahlia lays out the Champ with a chair shot to the back. “Get Out” blasts out of the PA as Kevin Dahlia stands among the wreckage caused by his own hands.

West: Kevin Dahlia has sent a very strong message to his opponents ahead of Rasslemania. He may not be the favourite, but he is without doubt the wild card.

Harris: I think his frustration boiled over he-HOLD ON! What’s this?

?: Wait just one minute! CUT THE MUSIC!

As the music cuts abruptly, it is replaced by boos as Sienna Harrison steps out onto the ramp.

West: What is she doing here?

Harris: I don’t know, but she doesn’t look happy.

Sienna stands at the ramp, waiting for silence, but all she is getting his jeers from the crowd. Eventually she loses patience.

Sienna: When will you people ever LEARN!

The crowd amp up the jeers, but Sienna ignores them and gets to the reason for her sudden appearance.

Sienna: Kevin Dahlia – who you think you are? Tonight we gave you an opportunity to show the world that you are one of Meltdown’s top-line talents, but you return that favour by ruining MY main event match.

West: Her main event?

Harris: Well it is partly her show, Shane.

Sienna: The reason Meltdown has become the fastest growing brand in professional wrestling is because Alexander and I have built an excellent product built on order, rules, and respect for authority.

West: Please! Who is she trying to kid?

Harris: Listen to the woman, Shane, or she’ll have you fired.

The crowd give that an appropriate response.

Sienna: As others have had to learn the hard way, I will not tolerate anyone tampering my show, with MY main event. Kevin Dahlia – you’re behaviour is unacceptable; you have brought shame on Meltdown with your antics tonight. Therefore I am revoking your shot at the North American Championship at Rasslemania.

There is an audible pause and gasping for breath at that revelation. Kevin Dahlia starts mouthing off at Sienna, even threatening to exit the ring, before deciding against provoking her further.

West: I don’t believe this! Kevin Dahlia is out of the Rasslemania ladder match!

Sienna: But, I will not deny the Meltdown fans the match they wanted to see and the match they deserve, the match that will put my face on the map as the best authority figure in professional wrestling today.

West: Give us a break!

Sienna: Therefore, in place of Kevin Dahlia I am adding Evan McDonald to the North American Championship ladder match at Rasslemania.

West: Oh my! What an opportunity for Evan McDonald.

Sienna: And Kevin, one more thing before I have you thrown out my arena – watch out!

Dahlia turns around, but he never sees it coming as Evan McDonald nails him with a spear. Then for added emphasis Evan McDonald gives Kevin Dahlia a little taste of Scottish Pride.

West: Evan McDonald with the exclamation mark to that powerful statement from Sienna Harrison.

Harris: It’s not over yet, Shane!

The ring is flooded by Cid Phoenix, Amy Zing, Robina Hood and Niobe Martin – the other four competitors in the Rasslemania ladder match – and the five of them start brawling.

West: It’s on here! We’re getting an early glimpse of what we can expect at Rasslemania.

Niobe and Robina channel off from the others and begin a scrap of their own, spilling to the outside and rolling around, taking turns to mount the other and deliver some blows. Nathaniel Havok is back on his feet and he begins to double team Cid Phoenix with Evan McDonald. This is interrupted by Amy Zing who nails McDonald with the Fenghuang Kick, but then she’s caught with the Commence Destruction from Havok. As Havok looks on feeling might proud of himself, Cid explodes out of the corner and nails an Ace Cutter. As he looks like being the last man standing Cid is then set upon by Guvnor who hits Chronic Aggro before nailing Cid with a Black Cab Smash. This sends the crowd wild.

Niobe and Robina’s brawl spills into the crowd and they disappear into the ether. In the ring, Warren Peace start cleaning house, leaving Nathaniel Havok as the last man, leaning on the ropes. But Havok is despatched with a double clothesline from Peace and Guvnor. With these left in the ring it brings the crowd to their feet.

West: Warren Peace and The Guv’nor have cleared house here! But will it be one of these two men who walk away from Rasslemania as the North American Champion?

Warren Peace and Guvnor meet eyes and circle each other in the ring. Warren Peace spots his North American Championship belt and lifts it off the mat, placing it over his shoulder to emphasise to Guvnor that he is the champ after all. Guvnor smiles, but there is clearly a storm brewing between these two. With the crowd urging them on, 50/50 on the chants, everyone is expecting a prelude to Rasslemania.

West: The atmosphere is tense here – but which one of these men will strike first? Will either of them?

Instead, Guvnor points at the Rasslemania sign above the ring and backs away. The crowd falls flat with disappointment, but as Guvnor moves in Warren Peace charges and slams the championship belt into the back of Guvnor’s head, putting the Englishman down on the mat. The crowd are unsure how to react, but as ‘Where Eagles Dare’ blasts out of the PA and Warren Peace lifts the North American Championship belt into the air, there is resounding cheers, as much for the epic battle they know is to come as much as anything else.

West: Warren Peace has sent a very explicit message to The Guv’nor tonight - Warren Peace is NOT the only man on Meltdown who needs eyes in the back of head, and he is not going to lose the North American Championship lightly. The Road to Rasslemania has only just begun! From everyone here on Meltdown, goodnight!

The final shot is of Warren Peace standing over The Guv’nor, his right arm raised holding the North American Championship high for all to see in his hands. The show goes into it's final comercial break.

[T-Marv]

West: Folks, we're back and we're being told that the boss is in the building, and he's about to come out here RIGHT NOW!

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce to you at this time the CEO and owner of ActionPacked Wrestling.... the one and only PRESIDENT JEFF!

The music plays and Jeff comes out from the backstage area with his hands held out wide to the cheers from the crowd and a microphone in his hand.

Harris: I'm not exactly sure as to why Jeff is out here right now, but I can only assume that it'll be bad news for the Meltdown GM's.

Jeff climbs into the ring and poses for the fans while the cheers continue loudly. He waits for the cheers to die down before raising the microphone up.

President Jeff: Last week on Meltdown, I suspended Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison from GM Duties while we fully investigated their practices. I had fully intended to replace them with Mark Mania.....but that unfortunately fell through. Last Thursday, I FIRED Johnny Rebel as the GM of Overdrive because his overall focus did not align with mine. Tonight, it's time to learnthe fates of the Meltdown GM's. SIENNA HARRISON, ALEXANDER DUVALL... come out and meet your judgement.

The crowd cheers loudly.

The cheers turn to boos as "All about the Benjamin's" comes on and out walks The Meltdown GM's Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall. Sienna seems a little timid as she nurses her injuries from earlier. But Duvall just fixes his suit and smiles as he confidently walks down the ramp.

Alexander holds the ropes down for Sienna who gets into the ring and smiles, flirtatiously with Jeff. Duvall makes no eye contact with Jeff what so ever as he just glares out at the crowd.

President Jeff: I don't want to drag this out, so let's just get on with it. Sienna, in your time here you have constantly interjected yourself into matches, constantly interfered with the natural order of things, and have generally been a nuisence to the wrestlers. You have certainly caused more harm than good.

The cheers erupt as Sienna hangs her head, accepting her soon to be fate.

President Jeff: HOWEVER, you have at least shown interest in your Show. You have gone out of your way to make Meltdown a watchable program instead of sitting in the back and letting things just HAPPEN, like your counterpart over there. You've come up with some good ideas, and it's clear to see that you're the one putting in time and effort. Therefore, I have decided to....

ALLOW YOU TO REMAIN AS GENERAL MANAGER OF MELTDOWN!

West: WHAT?!

The crowd boos loudly as Sienna is actually in shock. Duvall smirks as if he knew what was going to happen.

President Jeff: HOWEVER, you will remain on probation. Step out of line, and I will replace you so fast it will make that beating Amy Zing gave you earlier seem like a mild case of stubbed toe!

The cheers build up again, but slightly.

President Jeff: As for you Mr. Duvall.....

Duvall: Oh can it cream puff!

Duvall snatches the mic away from Jeff, leaving him fuming in the ring. The crowd boos as Sienna mouths "What the hell are you doing."

Duvall: Congratulations Sienna! You deserve this, truly you do.

He kisses her hand and turns back to Jeff.

Duvall: Do you honestly think I don't see what's happening here. I can tell when I'm getting Shanghi'd. Do you think I'd just sit back and let it happen on YOUR TERMS? FUCK THAT!

The crowd boos again.

Duvall: In my time here, I have made you a SHIT load of money. But no, that's not fucking good enough for you is it? You've got this bullshit air of supiority about you thinking you're on the moral high ground and everyone elses should follow the LORD and SAVIOR named President Jeff. You LOVE the money I've brought you. You're just pissed off that I won't bow down and kiss your ass! That's what this is REALLY about isn't it?

The boos continue as Jeff stands there stone faced.

Duvall: I would never give you the pleasure of firing me.

SO I QUIT!

Harris: WHAT?

The crowd cheers happily as a small chant begins.

NA NA NA NA

NA NA NA NA

HEY HEY-EY

GOODBYE

Duvall just smirks as he shakes his head.

Duvall: I know you think you're getting rid of me Jeff. I know you think you've moved all your pieces in the perfect order for check mate. But you've just stumbled into a trap, and you're too damn arrogant to see it. I'll see you again my friend. And next time... you'll be bowing down to me!

Duvall holds the mic out to him, but drops it at his feet before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp. He stops, turns around one last time, and flips him a double bird as the crowd boos and chants loudly.

West:Well, there you have it folks.... Our sole GM... Sienna Harrison. That's all the time we have today. For Dick Harris, I'm Shane West... see you next week for the MELTDOWN RUMBLE!

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