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Post by Evan De Parker on Apr 15, 2013 21:00:52 GMT -4
LAST WEEK...The Guv'Nor is closing in on Tommy Knoxville, stalking him, waiting for him to return to his feet in the North American Championship bout. Chase: What are they doing here?
Sienna and Robina Hood are making their way to the ring. Guv has his backs to them and is staring at Tommy Knoxville. Knoxville is to his knees. Guv is ready to come off the ropes, but Robina trips him up! Guv turns around ready to handle it, but Knoxville grabs him by the waist and tosses him backwards. Sienna, who had just got on the apron dives off to the ground as Knoxville starts swinging wildly at both of them. He takes a step between the middle rope and yells at them. By the time they might have their nerve back, officials have come down to the ring to try to get them to the back. Chase: It’s obvious Tommy Knoxville doesn’t want any help.
Harvey: This has been a hard fought match with some big spots...
Knoxville turns around and finds himself face to face with The Guv’nor. The Guv’nor nods at him and Knoxville nods back. They step apart and start to circle. The crowd is erupting in the biggest pop of the night. CHASE: I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!!!!!
HARVEY: THIS IS PANDEMONIUM!!!!!!
They trade wild punches again...the crowd is in a frenzy...Knoxville comes in tight and lands another headbutt to the nose of The Guv’nor. Knoxville goes for another Sativa Spike...Guv’nor pushes Knoxville hard into the ropes, kicks him in the gut...GYPSY KISS!!!!!!! CHASE: I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK!!!!
1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!!!!!!! Paige: The winner of this match and STILL NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION....THE GUV’NOR!
GUV'NOR...Sienna quickly ushers Robina to the back, cursing and stomping the entire way. The Guv’nor rolls to his knees and uses the second and top rope to pull himself to his feet. The ref hands him the title and he holds it over his head and yells, the crowd is going wild! Sienna stops at the top of the ramp, looking back at the Guv'Nor with a sigh. She pushes her hand through her hair and shakes her head, murmuring something bitterly.  "The Boy Who Destroyed the World" by AFI hits the PA system as the opening video package rolls before we cut to a thunderous pyro, the camera swinging around to capture several signs throughout the arena, including "WE WANT COKE!", "Knoxville Got Screwed... And Not By KJE!", "We Came From Cuba to See Jair!", and "Whose Mouth? YARMOUTH!" ...Among the few. West: Welcome to Monday Night Meltdown! We are LIVE in Lima, Peru in the Coliseo Mariscal Caceres, with 7,100 condensed, hungry, rowdy fans from all over South America!Harris: And why wouldn't they be here?! We have a packed show for you tonight. Hell-- FOUL PLAY is gonna be here! What more reason could you possibly need? They're taking on the Natural Born Killaz, and I think they're gonna teach Roberts and Titan a lesson.West: Well, that's your opinion. We also have the Tag Team Championship match tonight where the Dying Breed defend their titles against the team of Buckson Gooch and Tommy Knoxville-- officially known as Goochville! And after last week, you KNOW Knoxville is fuming. That might mean bad news for Bailey and Hopkins.Harris: That's our main event-- but let's talk about what the fans here have been buzzing about all night, West.West: Ohhh man. I... Can't even lie... I'm psyched for it.Harris: A HARDCORE Fatal-Four Way between Niobe Martin, Michael Jennings, Ellis Graham, and Evan McDonald!West: Plus, Robina Hood takes on Yanzel Holmes, and Billy Pepsi finally squares off against Roy Speede in their highly-anticipated bout!Harris: And our North American Champion is in action against his old 'chap' Yarmouth. I hope you have your subtitles ready, ladies and gents.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 crowd explode as “Original Nuttah” blasts through the arena, the strobe lighting effects and dry ice creating a mental effect as the North American Champion, The Guv’nor, steps out onto the stage. The Champ basks in the positive reception given by the raucous crowd, walking to both ends of the stage and lifting the championship above his head. West: The Guv’nor is in the hiz-hoooouse!Harris: It just sounds lame when you say, Shane.West: It’s hard to believe that epic and savage battle with Tommy Knoxville was just seven days ago, The Guv’nor defeating the #1 contender to prove he is the UNDISPUTED North American Champion right now.The Guv’nor reaches the ring, slides under the bottom rope and milks the moment for all he can, even showing off a new t-shirt with the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ logo on the front, and ‘MARKING CARDS EVERY DAY’ written on the back. After a couple of minutes of this, Guv’nor has a mic and is ready to talk. Guv’nor: If there were any doubters in the back, I think last week The Guv’nor silenced them all to a man or woman. Tommy Knoxville threw everything he had at me last week, he broke my nose and bent it right out of shape -- and the doctors, well they still haven’t fixed it. It’s a good job I don’t make money from how pretty I look, know what I’m saying.The crowd chuckle. Guv’nor: But in spite of all that, I beat Tommy Knoxville in this ring, just like I said I would do, and just like I will continue to do as long as I’ve got breath in my lungs and blood in my veins!The crowd pop. West: The Champ’s right, he ain’t got a quitting bone in his body.Harris: Be quiet!Guv’nor: But I didn’t come out here to blow my own trumpet; the facts are I got this belt still in my possession, that’s all that matters, nothing else needs to be said. So what I have come to talk about is the next #1 contender.That gets another pop from the crowd. West: Oh boy! Who do you think it’s gonna be?Harris: I’m sure there’s a very long queue.Guv’nor: I know there’s a lot of talent in the back, I definitely know there’s plenty of mugs sitting back there thinking they got what it takes to give The Guv’nor a proper bit of aggro. I got no problem going through each and every one of them, let’s be clear about that. It could be Warren Peace—The crowd cheer. Guv’nor: I know he never got his one-on-one re-match, and I certainly owe him a punch or two, know what I’m saying.A ‘Warren Peace’ chant starts up. Guv’nor: Maybe Evan McDonald fancies a piece of me—The crowd boo the mention of the Scotsman. Guv’nor: That’s if we can drag that ponce away from the mirror long enough. Maybe the Natural Born Killaz want a shot—More booing from the crowd. Guv’nor: I’ve got the bottle to take both of them mugs, but do they have the cobblers?The vocal males start chanting ‘WE’VE GOT COBBLERS!’ This brings a smile to The Guv’nor’s face. Guv’nor: Listen bruvs, all of them geezers who’s names I just dropped – you’re all welcome! – can all make a case for why they should be the next to fight The Guv’nor, but let’s be honest there is one person on the roster I know everyone wants to see; there is a match EVERYONE would love to see.West: Who’s he talking about, Dick?Harris: I don’t know – Mr. Dangerous maybe?Guv’nor: I’m talking about the man they call.......FELLA!The crowd pop at the reference to Yarmouth. A ‘WE WANT FELLA’ chant starts up. Guv’nor: So do I, because that’s the match we all want, that’s the match this championship, this show deserves.The crowd cheer again. West: It’s on the card tonight, folks ---but what’s Guv’nor proposing here?Guv’nor: Listen, me & Yarmouth we go way back; we know each other from the old days wrestling the independents back in England. But we’ve never faced each other in a match. Sienna Harrison, in a rare moment of wisdom, decided to book that match tonight. There’s no beef between me and Yarmouth, but you can be sure, bruv, that we’re going to kick lumps and punch chunks out of one another tonight, because that’s how geezers like us go to work. No quarter given, no mercy asked.Now the crowd are onto a ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ chant. Guv’nor: What I’m saying is tonight we give you all something to remember, we give the North American Championship a defining moment and put together the two biggest forces Meltdown has ever seen: The Guv’nor versus Yarmouth, North American Championship match!West: Oh yes! Now that’s something I want to see!Harris: Could one ring contain those two?The crowd are going mad for the suggestion, the vocal males leading a ‘MAKE THAT MATCH’ chant. Suddenly ‘Money Maker’ hits, evoking widespread booing from the crowd. Sienna walks out from the back wearing a stern expression. Sienna: Nicky Paige, will you be a doll and announce who I am.The camera switches to Nicky Paige at ringside. She looks a bit perplexed, but stands up and says into a mic. Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the General Manager of Meltdown --- SIENNA HARRISON!The crowd boo the announcement. Sienna: Did you hear that? General Manager --- that means I’m in charge of the show, I book the matches, I decide who gets the title shots. Understand?Harris: The boss has spoken!West: Is it just me, or has Sienna become really bitter of late?Harris: She’s the boss, she can do whatever she wants.Guv’nor: Okay, sweetheart, so you’ve waved those metaphorical cobblers about. Now show you’ve got some sense and sign off the title match. It’s easy, princess. You’ve been pushing pens your whole life, so it should be second nature. Or are you going to be true to form, and at the start of this show disappoint these great fans?The crowd rise to the cheap pop; Sienna simply shakes her head. Sienna: Listen to me, Guv’nor. You don’t have any executive powers around here, so keep your opinions to yourself. I will not be making this match tonight because Yarmouth is not the #1 contender for the North American Championship.The crowd boo. Sienna: However, I’m not one for letting champions rest on their laurels. I have given some thought to the matter, and I can announce as of now the #1 contender for the North American Championship is ---- my perfect Megastar...ROBINA HOOD!The crowd explode with consternation at that decision. West: What a surprise!Harris: An inspired choice!Guv’nor: Leave it out, sweetheart! Robina Hood? You’re must be having a giggle! What has she done to merit a shot, other than proving the concept of a human caterpillar is possible?The crowd laugh, and it doesn’t take long for a ‘HU-MAN CAT-ER-PILLAR’ chant to kick off. Sienna ignores it and retorts. Sienna: I would be careful about preaching from my high horse if I were you. After all, I didn’t see you complaining last week when you took advantage of a distraction in the main event. I am a firm believer that one good turn deserves another, so you owe me; you owe Robina.Guv’nor shakes his head with disbelief, and the crow jeer the connotation. West: Is she suggesting she did The Guv’nor a favour last week?Harris: You can’t deny he profited from it.Guv’nor: Listen, if you’re going to rump the whole of the roster and declare your personal favourite the #1 contender, that’s fine. You give me that slag and I’ll mark her cards good and proper. But since Yarmouth beat her last week, in this ring, surely that right goes to him.The crowd cheer in agreement. West: You can’t argue with that logic.Sienna shakes her head. Sienna: I could accept that if the decision had been made before last week’s match, but since I made this decision independent of that, I cannot take it into consideration. Robina Hood is a very worthy #1 contender, she is the natural #1 contender because she is the FUTURE of this brand.The crowd let Sienna know what they think about that with raucous jeering. Guv’nor: This is bloody ridiculous! You’re taking the piss, Sienna. You know it, I know it, even the bloody waterboy knows it! Are you going to ignore what these fans want? Are you going to ignore the right thing to do, and continue to play favourites with some slag who knows more about arse-kissing than arse-kicking?Sienna: Playing favourites! How dare you! If anyone here is playing favourites it’s you! You are such a hypocrite, Guv’nor. You only want Yarmouth because he’s a personal friend of yours, isn’t that so?Guv’nor: Yeah, but—Sienna: Maybe you think Yarmouth doesn’t have what it takes, maybe you see him as an easy title defence.Guv’nor: Hang on now, who do you think you’re trying to rump? Don’t try and take a liberty with me, sweetheart. General Manager or not, I’ll smash you up faster than you would go down on whoever gave you this job.There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Sienna takes a defensive step back, even though she is at the top of the ramp, while Guv’nor stands in the ring. Sienna: Okay, I’ll throw you a bone, Guv’nor. You want to give Yarmouth a shot at the North American Championship, I’ll give him that shot—The crowd cheer, The Guv’nor nods with agreement. Sienna: But only if he can beat you tonight!West: What a crock this is!Sienna: That’s right, if Yarmouth wants a title shot he’s going to have to earn it. If you’re so desperate to give your friend an opportunity, you’ll have no problem with him winning the match tonight.Sienna pauses, then says mockingly. Sienna: Or is your ego more important than justice?A sinister self-satisfied smile appears on Sienna’s face. Guv’nor shakes his head. Sienna: And one more thing --- if Yarmouth doesn’t win tonight, I promise as long as I am General Manager of Meltdown, he will NEVER get a title shot again.‘Money Maker’ hits as Sienna smiles and blows a sarcastic kiss at The Guv’nor, then heads backstage. West: Sienna Harrison showing her true colours here, she’s really put The Guv’nor between a rock and a hard place.Harris: Look, he pushed her. The way I see it, he’s made it worse. He may have just screwed his friend by trying to help him out.West: It certainly adds interest to that match later. Two warriors that will never quit, will never lay down for anyone. But if Guv’nor beats Yarmouth, well he’s going to stop a personal friend from ever reaching the top here on Meltdown.We fade away from the ring. The camera opens up on the scene of the parking lot for tonight's Meltdown. Jace Savage is pulling into the arena earlier in the day. He gets out of his car and looks around. Spotting a messed up car and what looks to be a bum smoking outside the building. Jace calls him over Jace: " Hey! Mister! You want to earn a few dollars and possibly see a free show! Guy walks over I can even buy you a meal. Put a little something in your belly.What's your name sir?Sampson Cyprus puts his cigarette out and puts a bottle into his overcoat pocket. He approaches cautiously, muttering to himself. Sampson: What was that? Why would you be offering me money and a meal...? Sampson's face turns cold for a moment before he smiles at Jace Sampson: Sampson. My name is Sampson. Like in the bible. What do I have to do? Jace: Well..my good man. I would like you to carry my bags into the arena.Jace turns around to open his trunk and feels something heavy drop on the back of his neck and he's out cold. Sampson's hand falls several times, unleashing a barrage of rabbit punches into Jace's skull. Jace falls to the ground unconscious. Sampson: The balls on this kid... You know what? Here, just so you don't think I lied to you... Sampson reaches into Jace's jacket pocket and comes out with his wallet. He takes some of the money inside and drops the wallet on Jace's chest. He then reaches into the trunk of the car and grabs Jace's bags. Sampson: I'll see to the bags. Our scene fades to black. -COMMERCIAL!-
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Post by Evan De Parker on Apr 15, 2013 21:05:09 GMT -4
The scene cuts to the Sheraton Hotel in downtown Lima, Peru. Quickly, the scene cuts to one of the rooms, where Ellis Graham is casually lounging on a large sofa in the living area of his luxurious suite watching Monday Night Meltdown. Sitting on the bed with him is a gorgeous Peruvian woman, and sitting or standing elsewhere in the room is his entourage, "Yes", Chance, and Danny. Yes' phone rings and he quickly answers. Yes: Ellis Graham's phone, Yeoman Gill speaking! ...umm, he's right here... Yes presses "mute" on the phone. Yes: It's Sienna Harrison. She wants to talk to you. Ellis Graham: Put it on speaker.Yes pushes "mute" to un-mute the phone, then pushes speaker and sets the phone down on a cherry wood coffee table in the middle of the suite. Ellis Graham: What up, girl?Chance snickers in the background. Yes holds up his finger to his mouth in a "shhh!" pose. Chance holds up...a different finger at Yes. Sienna Harrison: Where the Hell are you?!?Ellis Graham: Where do you think? The nicest hotel in this God forsaken country!The live crowd, watching the scene unfold at the arena on the big screen, boo loudly at the insult to their homeland. Sienna Harrison: you're SUPPOSED to be at the arena! You have a match later, and I WILL NOT have anyone NO-SHOW MY SHOW!Ellis Graham: Yeah, yeah, I know I have a match! I'm watching Meltdown right now! Can't understand a damn word of it, but I'm watching!Sienna Harrison: GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!Ellis Graham: Calm down, honey. My assistant wasn't gonna let a no-show happen. I'm only like...Ellis looks up at Yes. Yes, somehow interpreting the look as an asking of the question "how far are we from the arena are we?" He mouths "fifteen" while holding up both hands with outstretched fingers - "ten" - then putting one hand down while closing and reopening the other - "...plus five". Ellis returns his attention to the phone. Ellis Graham: ...fifteen minutes away. Sienna Harrison: GET HERE NOW! And next time, your ass is in the LOCKER ROOM...BEFORE THE SHOW STARTS!Sienna Harrison can be heard mumbling "damn prick" to herself before the phone ends the call. Ellis Graham: Locker room? Damn. That's not gonna work for me. Yes: Don't worry, we'll take necessary measures to spruce it up for next week. Meanwhile we gotta get over there. Ellis Graham: Are we gonna make it in fifteen minutes?Yes: Of course. It's actually only ten minutes away. The car will be pulled around by the time we hit the lobby. Ellis Graham smiles. Ellis Graham: Oh, Yes. I'd never pay you for all you do, but, dammit, sometimes you make me think about it. Yes beams a smile at what is tragically the nicest thing anyone's said to him. Ellis Graham: Come on, Yes! Get my singlet, and I'll change in the limo. Ellis looks at the other members of his entourage. Ellis Graham: You guys stay and record my match so I can watch how awesome I am later. And order the girl some room service...and wine. Lots of wine. I'll be back later. Ellis and Yes walk out as the scene cuts back to the arena. The lights dim as the song 'Natural Born Killaz' starts to play. A couple of spotlights begin to focus on the stage, as a bit of fog fills the floor. [Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror.Both men appear on the stage, along with Leon's Wife Demonica. Jake Titan is seen with his shopping cart full of weapons. BUCK BUCK, Lights out
Cause when I get my sawed off
N***** get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one
Touches your motherf***in flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two
Shoots your f***in heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was Sarah ConnerAll three walk down the ramp. Once at ringside, Jake parks his Shopping card, as Demonica cimbs up and waits on the apron. Both men slide in. Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa Leon and Jake both head to the center of the ring.
Paige: Introducing first...led to the ring by Demonica, they are Leon Roberts and Jake Titan...THE NATURAL BORN KILLAZ!!!!!!Leon poses with his arms crossed, while Jake kneels infront doing two guns pointing down gang sign. They maintain that pose until the lyrics start up again. [Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
Now I cant hang around my momma
Cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast motherf***er
[Dr. Dre:] yeah what's up
[Ice Cube:]It feels like I'm bustin a nut
When I open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherf***ers give my ring a kissJake gets up, and Demonica removes their jackets, as she heads out of the ring. Both men the head for opposing turnbuckles, and pose for the fans.
Paige: And their opponents..."Misseria Cantare" creeps through the speakers and the fans rise to their feet. Most looking like meerkats as they watch the three members of Foul Play step out from the back. Michael Lively at the center of the group and he steps to the stage. Jason Kash and Reaver at each side of him, Kash slaps the steel entrance a few times before throwing his arms high above as the music blazes. As they get to ringside, Kash jogs around and pops up onto the ring apron as Reaver slides into the ring under the ropes. Lively climbs the steel steps and leapfrogs over the ropes to enter the ring. The three men wait for the sound of the bell as fans express their opinions in jeers.
Paige: Weighing in at a combined 710 lbs...Jason Kash...Reaver...FOUL PLAY!!!!!!!Tag Team Match
Foul Play (Jason Kash & Reaver) vs NBK (Leon Roberts & Jake Titan)
Foul Play and NBK are in their respective corners...both teams lunge at each other seeking the advantage...they clash in the middle of the ring with great ferocity. Kash picks up Roberts and attempts to toss him over the top rope, but Roberts clamps on a headlock sending them both over the top and down to the floor where they roll around continuing to fight. Reaver and Titan are fighting in the ring and swinging wild punches. More officials come down to ringside and get Kash and Roberts separated as the ref calls for the bell. Reaver sends Titan into the ropes and nails Jake with a chopblock and locks in a kneebar. Jake Titan cries out in pain and makes his way toward the ropes to break the hold, but opts for elbows toward his head instead. Reaver releases the kneebar and climbs to his feet. He picks up the large Titan and sends him into the ropes Titan ducks the elbows and hits Reaver with a clothesline, but Reaver ducks it, Titan rebounds anyway and nails a sick clothesline.
West: That was sick!
Jason looks on with concern as Titan tags in Leon Roberts. As Leon Roberts sets up Reaver up for a combo move with Titan, but Jason catches onto their antics and attempts to enter the ring, but he’s halted by the ref-- Leon Roberts catapults Reaver into the air while Titan nails a Clothesline, drilling him to the mat. He rolls to the outside and gets back in his corner while Leon Roberts makes the cover, hooking the far leg.
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Harris: Jason Kash should’ve known better. The Natural Born Killaz sure took advantage of this.
West: Emotions can do that. I’m sure Jason Kash will get payback. That’s how he operates. Don’t count out Foul Play yet. This is still early.
Leon Roberts hits a running baseball slide to Reaver’s back before he can get up. Reaver rolls across the ring, holding the small of his back but Leon Roberts sprints forward and nails a double knee drop to the midsection. Reaver groans out in pain and Jason watches with frustration as Leon Roberts lifts Reaver up for a snap suplex. Titan is shaking his leg from Reaver’s earlier attack. Roberts lifts Reaver to his feet and sends him to the ropes, he goes for a big boot, but Reaver evades the boot leaps up for a high-angle Dropkick! Leon Roberts hits the mat hard, landing awkwardly on his back and scrambles to his corner to tag in Jake Titan. Titan looks surprised but regardless climbs to the top turnbuckle. Reaver returns to his feet and runs toward the corner and launches the large Titan from the top rope to the floor with a springboard enzuigiri! Titan knocks Roberts off the apron and they fall to the mat. Reaver runs off the ropes and lands a big suicide dive on The Natural Born Killaz. Reaver holds his ribs but scrambles into the ring. Roberts gets back to his feet first and gets to the apron. Reaver turns him around and yells “YEE HAW!!!!” Reaver throws a Donkey punch to the back of Roberts’ head, knocking him from the apron back to the floor. Titan is clearing the cobwebs and rolls into the ring as Reaver makes the tag to Jason Kash and Kash springs across the ring. He’s a tornado of fists and feet and Titan can only cover himself up. Kash grabs Titan and sends him into the ropes MARK OF JASON!!!!!!!!! COVER!
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West: Both teams are getting in strong offense and showing resilience.
Harris: We are looking at future tag team champions in here!
West: Which tag team?
Harris: Both tag teams!!!!!
Roberts rolls into the ring and hits a hard boot to the base of Jason’s neck. Leon Roberts lifts Jason up, positioning him for a DDT, but Jason gets out of the hold and sends Roberts into the ropes...U.T.I.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Roberts crumples to the mat and Kash rolls Roberts from the ring. Titan is back to his feet and slides some brass knuckles on his hand. Reaver sees it and tries to run into the ring. The ref intercepts him and Titan nails Kash in the back of the head with the PIMP HAND! Kash falls through the ropes. Reaver runs toward Titan who turns around in time to be hit with a strong clothesline that knocks both superstars over the top rope. They begin brawling as the ref starts the count.
West: The action has spilled to the outside!!!!!
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The ref calls for the bell as Titan and Reaver continue to brawl and Roberts and Kash both begin to stir on the floor. Michael Lively rushes to the action, but before he can get involved, officials flood the ringside area trying to pull everyone apart.
Paige: This match has been ruled a double count out! West: These guys need to be broken up!Harris: This has gotten out of control in a hurry!The show goes backstage to the locker room of Michael Jennings. It’s darker and more melancholy than most locker rooms. In fact it looks like something from a horror movie or a Tim Burton movie. It’s rather bleak and depressing but it’s apparent by the fact that it’s Jennings locker room that there’s a purpose for it. He looks at the camera for a moment before starting his monologue. Jennings: This week I face three wrestlers who are clones of each other…The tone of his voice is one of disgusted after he pauses briefly before continuing his rant of hate. Jennings: They share the same personality traits and between them have one steady job. Too bad that job is Ellis Graham sucking on things in the back alley.He smirks for a moment before continuing. Jennings: Anyway all three of my opponents like to talk smack. Well now it’s my turn. Niobe Martin, you call yourself a strong willed woman when in reality you’re a weak willed individual with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. You are not worth my time. Evan McDonald is just another mindless clone who isn’t worth anybody’s time. Just another in a long list of wrestlers built from the same mold using the same formula to make them as bland, boring, and mundane as humanely possible. You are also not worth my time.He pauses for a moment before continuing. Jennings: However Ellis Graham is another matter entirely…He walks over to a small bench and grabs a remote that is laying on it before continuing. Jennings: Ellis is a man who thinks he is better than McDonald and that he’s special when in reality he is just another clone. He is a man that is a dime a dozen in this sport and yet fails to see it because he’s blinded by arrogance. He is nothing more than an ordinary man with a big bank account but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s ordinary. Ellis, you like to talk about reality as if you own it. You consider yourself an expert on reality but you have no clue about it whatsoever.He motions to a large television set that is across the room on a table. Jennings: You want to see reality?He turns on the television with the remote and news clips of violent acts and chaos begin to appear on the screen. Jennings: This is reality. War, famine, murder, drought, natural disasters, economic and political collapse, genocides, suicide bombings, and so on and so forth. That is reality, not your little silver spoon rich snob reality where you are something special instead of the boring, bland, uncharismatic preppy loser that you are.He points back to the television screen again. Jennings: This is reality. Society is on the brink of collapse. The entire world is going into a Meltdown stage before all hell breaks loose so to speak. This is everyone’s reality but yours. Everything is on the brink of martial law and anarchy as people slowly go insane in their devolution back to a tribal state. This is the reality that is going to take over your precious little universe. You also made the mistake of comparing me to the Joker on Twitter and FAILING at it. Joker didn’t cut himself in the movie which ONCE AGAIN proves that you didn't do your homework. All that money and you can't even buy yourself a functioning brain. To add to that you also made three screw ups in trying to talk trash with me on Twitter which shows that you’re not at my level. For the record I also compared myself to Joker this week and I also used one of the lines you spouted at me with in my promo and yet you have the NERVE to call me a plagiarist. I’d say Christopher Irvine and Matthew Cardona would have something to say about that as it relates to you. If you don’t know who they are Google it since I know you know how to do that from another one of your mundane Twitter attempts at trash talking someone. So continue to run your big mouth with bland commentaries and boring dribble before I shut it once and for all.He turns off the television set and sets the remote down. He’s about to leave but stops for a moment and turns back to the camera. Jennings: Oh, and before I go. Here’s a replay of Graham’s latest promo.He goes over to the bathroom and flushes the toilet before walking out of the locker room. -COMMERCIAL-! |
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Post by Evan De Parker on Apr 15, 2013 21:10:57 GMT -4
"Real Deal Theme" plays, accompanied by an obnoxious amount of canned cheering, which only intensifies the crowd's urge to counter it with "real" booing. Four cameramen, two on each side, funnel out of the entryway, then turn back and face their cameras to the entryway as Ellis Graham steps through, carrying his "Reality Heavyweight Championship" belt over his left shoulder. The paparazzi furiously take pictures as Graham smugly walks past. Behind him, a video cameraman from his reality show follows him, filming his entrance into the ring area. Graham walks over to the timekeeper's table and drops off the RHC belt, then rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. His show's cameraman blends in with the others as the music fades out. Paige: The following contest is a falls count anywhere, no holds barred, hardcore fatal-4-way scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Houston, TX; weighing 248lbs, he is "The Real Deal".....ELLIS GRAHAM!!!West: Phil Atken’s sources tell me---Harris: WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?West: That’s classified. Anyway, they told me Ellis Graham comes from a wealthy background, and he just wants to beat up people for fun.Harris: Well we can already see he’s a champion of some sort; you just don’t carry around championships belts for nothing.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. 'Dragged you down below Down to the devils show To be his guest forever Peace of mind is less than never..' As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile. Paige: From Los Angeles, CA; weighing 125lbs...NIOBE "NIGHTMARE" MARTIN!!!West: She may be diminutive in size, but Niobe Martin has proven on Meltdown she can mix it with the biggest and the best.Harris: And she knows her way around these hardcore matches. Just ask Robina Hood, or anyone in the Rasslemania epic."No Shelter" by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the loud speakers as the man known as Michael Jennings comes out from the back to a chorus of boos as Michael ignores them and shows the fans yelling at him no respect. The crowd boos him as he enters the ring and starts posing. The music stops playing as Michael gets ready for a fight. Paige: From Philadelphia, PA; weighing 252lbs...MICHAEL JENNINGS!West: Whenever I see Michael Jennings, I cannot but help but see the malevolence in his eyes.Harris: Everytime I see I think he could do with taking a shower.West: We know he’s a man on a mission, and tonight he has the opportunity to put the whole roster on notice.The opening guitar riff to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the PA system and once the vocals hit 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: From Edinburgh, Scotland; weighing 260lbs...EVAN MCDONALD!!!West: One of these days I really believe Evan McDonald will break through the glass ceiling on Meltdown.Harris: He’s got everything you need to be a top megastar, no doubt about it. The looks, the physique, the power – you name it, Evans’s got it.Hardcore Fatal 4-Way
No Count-outs, No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere
“The Real Deal” Ellis Graham vs. Niobe “Nightmare” Martin vs. Michael Jennings vs. Evan McDonald
The bell sounds and all four competitors charge each other. Ellis Graham takes what he perceives to be the weak option and starts jabbing at Niobe Martin. Michael Jennings and Evan McDonald exchange a flurry of blows that ends with McDonald clotheslining Jennings to the mat. Ellis takes Niobe into a side headlock and starts posing and showboating. McDonald whips Jennings into a corner, charges, but gets countered with a back elbow to the face. Niobe reverses the headlock with a fireman’s carry takedown, hits the ropes and drops the rising Graham with a flying clothesline. As Niobe gets up, Ellis Graham rolls out of the ring, signalling for a time-out. Jennings surprises Niobe, attacking her from behind. They both end on the ropes, Evan McDonald charges in and clothesline them both over the top to the outside.
West: We’ve seen a number of these multi-person matches on Meltdown of late, and one thing we’ve seen is that they are usually utter chaos.
Harris: Possibly the most difficult of match environments, Shane. You need have several pairs of eyes, and it is very difficult to dominate any particular opponent.
Michael Jennings is on his knees, trying to recover from the impact of going over the top. Ellis charges in and kicks Jennings to the ribs several times, then delivers an elbow to the back of the head. Evan McDonald arrives on the scene carrying a trash can lid. Ellis grabs Jennings’ knee and slams it on the floor, then proceeds to deliver the Kneebreaker (knee drop to back of opponent’s knee); Jennings reels away in agony. Niobe is back on feet, but Evan soon cracks her across the head with the trash can lid, then slams her face first into a ringpost. Ellis lifts Jennings and gives him a shinbreaker onto the steel steps.
West: It’s almost like Evan McDonald and Ellis Graham are working a tag team number on Niobe Martin and Michael Jennings.
Harris: I think that’s just a coincidence, Shane.
Ellis Graham leaves Jennings and joins in with Evan to beat up Niobe. They have her leaned against the ring apron and take turns delivering backhand chops to the chest. After about 3 chops each, they each grab an arm and whip Niobe into the crowd barricade, then charge and double clothesline Niobe over the top into the crowd. Ellis climbs over, lifts Niobe and atomic drops her onto the top of the crowd barrier; Evan runs in and gives her a big boot. The crowd start booing as Ellis smugly starts telling everyone around him ‘and that’s what’s real’. This comes to an end when Michael Jennings comes out of nowhere and delivers a Polish hammer to the back of Graham, then proceeds to slam Graham’s face against the crowd barrier. Jennings seems to be hobbling, but he continues his attack on Graham, even giving him snake eyes onto the crowd barricade. As Graham bounces off Jennings looks for Empire Falls (Diamond Cutter), but its countered and Graham pushes Jennings away before beating a hasty retreat to ringside of the crowd barricade.
West: Did you see the panic in Ellis Graham’s eyes then? The words ‘rabbit’ and ‘headlights’ come to mind. And that’s what’s real!
Harris: You’re not funny, Shane. You’re not funny at all. But look at Jennings now, he’s going after McDonald!
That’s right Jennings and McDonald are trading blows, either side of the crowd barricade. McDonald gets in a big headbutt, but Jennings counters by snatching a cup of coffee from a fan and tossing its contents into the face of McDonald. The Scotsmen staggers backwards, clutching at his face.
Harris: OH NO! McDonald’s pretty face! So that’s Michael Jennings’ plan: to make everyone as ugly as he is!
Jennings leaps over the crowd barrier and shoulder charges McDonald into a nearby ringpost. Jennings then grabs the trash can lid McDonald use earlier and starts beating the Scotsman with it. After half a dozen blows McDonald is down on the floor, Jennings then starts stomping a mudhole in McDonald, before another blow to the head with the trash can lid, then Jennings makes the cover...
West: Remember falls count anywhere in this match!
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Harris: There we see the difficulties of the fatal 4-way – nobody is ever truly out of play.
Ellis immediately starts to target the same knee he targeted earlier on Michael Jennings. This assault doesn’t last long though before Niobe slams a folded steel chair across the back of Ellis Graham. The Real Deal turns around, arcing his back with the pain, and Niobe drives the chair into Ellis’ gut, then gives him a rolling snapmare onto the folded chair; following this up with a kick to the back of the head. Niobe doesn’t have any time to follow this up though before Michael Jennings attacks her. Jennings lifts Niobe into a set-up for a brainbuster, but Niobe rolls through it, landing behind Jennings and pushes him face first into a ring post. As Jennings bounces off and turns, Niobe nails him with a spinning heel kick. Niobe makes a cover...
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West: I thought Niobe had the match then!
McDonald drags a table out from under the ring and sets it up. He grabs Niobe and lifts her into a military press, but Jennings is in with a toe kick to McDonald and he drops Niobe to the floor. Jennings looks to gut wrench suplex McDonald through the table, but Ellis drags the table out of harm’s way. Ellis moves in quickly on Jennings, kicking him to the face, then down on his knees he starts pounding away at Jennings with a flurry of punches. Ellis gets to his feet, calling Jennings up. Niobe gets to her feet and surprises Ellis with an Enziguri from the crowd barrier. Ellis spins around full circle straight into Empire Falls from Michael Jennings. Niobe is straight to the top rope, looking to take advantage and hit Hallucination (450 Splash), but Jennings pulls Ellis out of the way and Niobe slams hard into the ringside floor.
Harris: I think Niobe Martin will be the one hallucinating after that impact.
West: That was a sickening thud, Dick. I wonder whether Niobe will be able to come back from that.
As Jennings surveys the carnage he has caused Evan McDonald slams the folded steel chair into the back of his head. McDonald lifts Niobe and rolls her into the ring, then he does the same with Ellis Graham. Now McDonald turns to Jennings, but he’s caught with a low blow. Jennings drags the table across and lays McDonald on top of it, then climbs to the top rope.
West: Oh my--- Michael Jennings, surely he’s not going to do this!
Harris: He’s a nihilist, he doesn’t care about consequences!
Jennings leaps from the top rope and lands with an elbow drop onto McDonald through the table. Jennings makes the cover...
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Winner: Michael Jennings West: Barbaric!“No Shelter” begins to play as Michael Jennings struggles back to his feet. The ref tries to raise his arm, but Jennings pushes the official away. Instead Jennings begins to gingerly make his way towards the back. Harris: ...Oh look who it is. My heart. It's touched.The crowd cheers as Tommy Knoxville makes his way to the ring as Niobe Martin makes her way around the ring, still in pain from the preceding matchup. West: This was no holds barred in every sense of the word, and Michael Jennings really pulling out some extreme to pick up the win.Harris: That could have gone wrong in so many ways, Shane. But Jennings comes away with the win, and that surely means another step forward in his plan.West: Somehow I don’t think this a guy who has much of a plan. Certified crackpot comes to mind.With Jennings disappearing to the back, Knoxville guides Niobe up the ramp with an arm around her waist, whispering into her ear with each step. Niobe smiles and says as the two continue a conversation that can't be heard on-camera. Harris: I'm gonna puke.West: Will you stop?Inside the ring, Ellis Graham helps Evan McDonald out of the ring, allowing him to fall to his knees on the floor outside. Graham stares at him with his hands on his hips and motions for him to get up. Graham turns and makes his way to the back. McDonald follows closely behind, keeping a close eye on Graham. West: And... This? I don't even understand this.Harris: Good! You'd ruin it!The scene opens up backstage in Sienna Harrison's office. Jace is in the office talking to Tyler Harrison, who is looking quite flustered at the situation. Jace: I was jumped by a bum earlier I don't known if I can compete!Tyler: Alright! Okay! I don't even know if you were scheduled to--Sampson walks in and looks around the room. He smiles big. Sampson: Hey boy, did you need some more help? I don't have anything to do tonight and I'm itchin for a fight. Jace looks at Sampson in disbelief Jace: Wait! Grandpa here is an active wrestler? How old are you man? 50-60? What a has been. You never really made it big I'm guessing. Let me guess you I'ts not your fault the booze took control of your life? What a waste of skin.Jace reaches into his bag and pulls out what seems to be a sandwich. Jace: I owe you a meal.He rubs the sandwich all over Sampson. Jace: There so you don't think I lied to you.Just about as a fight is about to break out security rushes in to split the two apart Jace: Next week Sampson. Next week me and you one on one in the ring. It's about time some one taught you some respect.Jace walks off shutting the door behind him. The scene ends. Tyler Harrison groans and falls into a seated position in Sienna's chair. The scene opens in a locker room backstage, and there is a cheer from the crowd when they realise it’s the locker room of The Bad Ass Boom, The FELLA....Yarmouth! Yarmouth is dressed for his match with The Guv’nor, busy shadow boxing and going through his final preparations. There is a knock at the door, Yarmouth tenses up and grabs a baseball bat, holding it like he’s ready for a big swing. Yarmouth: Come in!The door creaks open, Yarmouth takes a step towards the door, full of menace and ready to strike. Someone walks through the door, Yarmouth swings the bat, but the visitor ducks and forward rolls out of the way. The visitor stands up and it’s revealed to be The Guv’nor. The crowd cheer, but the champ has his hands up, trying to calm Yarmouth. Guv’nor: Whoa bruv! Take it easy!Yarmouth relaxes his grip on the bat and lets it drop. Guv’nor: What’s going on, bruv? I know we’re having a tear up later, but no need to try and take my nut off before then.Yarmouth: Sorry fella, didn’t see it was you. The red mist came down, you know how it is fella.Guv’nor nods, he can’t disagree with the big man on that one. Yarmouth: I’ve got this gang from my stretch inside giving me some trouble, fella. I had to take precautions.Guv’nor: Why didn’t you say something, bruv? You need an extra set of fists to help smash them slags up, just say the word.Yarmouth: Cheers fella, but I think me and my wooden friend here got it covered.Guv’nor: But why would they attack you here, bruv? How would they get into the building?Yarmouth: Maybe you’re right fella. Maybe I’m just being paranoid, but it never does any harm to be prepared.Guv’nor: True. Anyway bruv, I came by to say sorry about earlier.Yarmouth remembers the earlier incident involving Sienna and Guv’nor, and raises his eyebrows. There are boos from the Yarmouth fans, and even an anti-Sienna chant starts up. Guv’nor: I never meant to have you rumped like that.Yarmouth: What do you mean by that fella?Yarmouth folds his arms and a stern expression appears on his face. Guv’nor: You know, bruv, if I beat you tonight, that’s it, you won’t get another title shot on Meltdown.Yarmouth: You make it sound more it’s a case of when you beat me, not if you beat me.Guv’nor smiles, as if Yarmouth is having the crack, but Yarmouth remains unmoved. There is an audible ‘ooooh’ from the vocal males as Yarmouth lays down that cutting remark. Guv’nor: Listen bruv, I’m not going to lie down for you. Let’s have that out in the open now. So that means I’m coming to win; I’m coming to give you some proper HACKNEY-MADE aggro; I’m coming to knock you spark out!The smile has now disappeared from Guv’nor face too; Yarmouth glares right back at him, neither man willing to blink, flinch, or budge a fraction of an inch. Yarmouth: I wouldn’t expect anything less. But let’s be clear about this fella: I never asked for you to me a favour. When I get my shot at that title you carry, it’ll be because I’ve snapped you in two with the Yarmouth Breaker.Guv’nor now takes a step closer to Yarmouth, they stare at each other with an intensity that has the air crackling and fizzing. There is something of a pop from the crowd, especially those hoping for a riot to be sparked by these two right here and now. One or two vocal males call for their favourite of the two to ‘knock out’ the other. Yarmouth: You don’t need to come here and apologise to me fella; you just have to worry about surviving.Yarmouth picks up the baseball bat and leaves the room, but not without keeping his eyes firmly fixed on The Guv’nor, who reciprocates with equal intensity. The scene fades. -COMMERCIAL-! |
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Post by Evan De Parker on Apr 15, 2013 21:15:13 GMT -4
A few seconds after we return from commercial, the arena lights go out. Harris: What the hell? Did the arena not pay its electric bill?
West: I don’t... Know...Harris: We ARE in Peru...“Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating two unidentified figures, though the nametags displayed across the screen quickly reveal their identities. Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised. The lights come back on. West: Who the--Harris: Yes! Look who it is! Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, Sang Réal! These guys are true wrestling royalty!West: ...Really?Harris: Yes! Don't you do your research?!West: ...I'm not even-- hm. Why are they here? Are they even signed with APW?Harris: Those two can do whatever they want. They are legacies.West: Are you reading a teleprompter or something?Krown gets to his feet, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd. Harris: There were ACW Tag Team Champions once, for like a month, and Murphy was a Specialist Champion!West: Cool. Impressive. But this is APW.Harris: Well that’s still more than you’ve ever done.The two second-generation wrestlers walk around the ring, approaching the announce table.
West: Where are they going?Murphy and Krown approach the table. Murphy signals for West and Harris to get up and leave.
Murphy: Out guys.
West: What? We have a job to do.Krown: Don’t care. Leave.
West: But…Krown: What did we just say? Go.
West: You can’t just throw us out like this!Krown: Get in the corner! Git! Shoo! Shoo! West gets up, looking confused. Harris shakes hands with Murphy and Krown. The two second-generation wrestlers move to the announce table, taking the positions. Murphy: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am Connor Murphy along with my partner Gabriel Krown. We are Sang Réal”Krown: “For those of you who don’t know what that means, it is Old French for “Royal Blood”. Not only are we the most pureblooded and greatest tag team in wrestling, we are also the best announce team going.”
Murphy: “We’re out here tonight to call the action as Yanzel Holmes takes on Robina Hood.”
Krown: “Who names their kid Yanzel? I’m not even sure it was a name.”
Yanzel steps out onto the stage. He looks out to the crowd pointing out towards them before smacking the stage floor to hype himself up. He fistbumps and high fives fans down the ramp stopping at the bottom. He throws a 4 punch combination to the camera flashing a smile as he lifts his right arm turning his back to the ring.
Nicky Paige: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 240 pounds…Yanzel Holmes
