RoP presents Meltdown #10

[Simon]

Red is a segment
Orange is a match





RoP presents Meltdown
10/04/2010
Dick’s Last Resort
Malibu, CA
Attendance: 250


We open up to the image of Simon Sensation standing inside of the middle of the ring with all of the fans around the ring booing and a few even throwing plastic cups of beer at him. He manages to dodge it and grimaces as he looks around.

Simon: Welcome to the tent ever edition of Meltdown right here on Ring of Pride’s website, rop.com. Now, at the last show, Out for Blood: Momentary Lapse of Reason, I dropped what some might call a bombshell of sorts. I announced the first match on the biggest show of the year for us. I announced the debut of the Chaos Chamber. Since then, all of you people have been buzzing and asking what exactly is the Chaos Chamber.

He nods and grins as he looks around and pats himself on the chest to a “you suck dick” chant.

Simon: The answer is that the Chaos Chamber is a devious creating from my own mind and unlike anything that has EVER been seen before in the wrestling world. It will be three rings. Each ring will have a cage over and be connected to the other rings, but there’s a catch. The cages surrounding each ring will all be different. One ring will have a standard steel cage around it. The second will have a barbed wire cage……and I’m not talking about a regular cage wrapped in barbed or a normal cage with bared wire around the top of it. Oh no, this cage is MADE of barbed wire!

The fans actually pop for this and he raises a finger to hush them down.

Simon: And the third cage will perhaps be the most brutal of them all. It will be a cage that will be hooked to several power sources and electrified. Think of it as a giant bug zapper. Anything that touches it will get fried to a crisp!

He cackles with laughter at this and nods his head as the fans give a mixed reaction to him.

Simon: And the object of the match will be simple. Two people sill start in the ring, drawn at random and every two minutes someone will come down and join in. The action can go to any ring, any cage but the thing is, once you’re in. You’re in. There is no escape as each cage will be twenty feet high and will have a roof on it. The object won’t be to run away and escape. It’s going to be to simply outlast your other opponents. Once each person involved in the match has entered the ring, the fun will begin because then and ONLY then will victory be attainable. To win, you got to pin an opponent or make them submit, but like I said…..that can only be done when every has entered the cages and the door to get in is locked shut.

He pauses as the fans actually clap for this idea and what he has been saying but he holds a hand up and sighs.

Simon: That now brings us to who will be in this Chaos Chamber match? Well, the first person that I am out here to announce for the match is our flag bearer so to speak. I don’t like the man, but what can I say, he gets the job done. Of course, I am talking about Dillon D’Angelo!

The fans boo and Simon stops them.

Simon: Hold on, you see the reason that Dillon is in this match is because living up to this idea I have to make this match the biggest, the grandest war ever waged here in RoP, the Southwestern Heavyweight Championship WILL be on the line!

The fans roar with excitement for this and he nods his head.

Simon: Oh yeah myself and my champions committee will be watching each show carefully and putting our heads together. Over the next few weeks, more names will be added to the Chaos Chamber…..so boys……..

He turns to grin at the entrance area.

Simon: I know you’re back there, you all want a shot at the gold. It’s why you’re all here, right? Well each time you step into this ring between now and Wrevolution, bring you’re A game. Impress myself and my championship committee and show us why you deserve to be in the Chaos Chamber and gunning for the gold. I promise you that your hard work will be rewarded and who knows……..maybe if you play your cards right in Vegas, YOU could be walking away with the Heavyweight title!

He tosses his mic to a ringside attendant as “I Gotta Have It” hits and he gets out of the ring, walking toward the back.

SP: Holy shit! What an announcement from Simon to kick off this week’s Meltdown!

AS: The Chaos Chamber sounds like the most violent cage match I’ve heard of by far but it’s what’s it for that I think makes it so big. The Southwestern Heavyweight title is on the line and there’s gonna be a crapload of people in it from the sound of it. Who knows, maybe you will be in it, Stu!

SP: I dunno about that, Artie……I have some unfinished business with Ace and his posse but you never know.

AS: Anyway, let’s get this show on the road!



TL: The following contest is your opening bout! Introducing first, already in the ring……..Kevin Legacy!

SP: Legacy suffered a loss to Bryan Deas two weeks ago, this is his chance to rebound.

AS: More like his chance to be future endeavored!

TL: And his opponent…….being accompanied to the ring by Dr. Jessica Sage…….Project Kemical!

“Cold” Begins to play and as per usual, an Ironlunge is lead down to the entrance ramp where Dr. Jessica Sage is waiting. At a press of the button, steam escapes the seals of the lunge and Kemical is shown, strapped down. Sage unshackles him and points to the ring where Kevin Legacy looks on with fear in his eyes.

SP: Awesome and dominant…..that would be the best way to describe this man.

AS: Is he even a man? I’m beginning to wonder the way we see him handle himself week after week and manhandle everyone he faces.

As Kemical gets in the ring, Legacy attacks him and the bell rings. Legacy nails some shots to Kemical’s shoulder but to no avail. Kemical shoves him back and Legacy tumbles across the mat. Kemical gets into the ring and Legacy gets up and comes sprinting at him. Kemical gets his boot up and nails Legacy right between the eyes with a big boot. Legacy seems laid out. Kemical lifts him up over his head high in a press position though Legacy seems knocked out already and he steps out from under him, dropping him down into the mat. After this, Kemical gets on him and goes for the cover. One……..Two……….Three!

TL: Here is your winner, Project Kemical!

SP: Another win for Kemical and another victim.

AS: I hope Simon’s getting a deal on all of the body bags he’s getting for this man’s opponents!



The scene opens up on the backstage corridor of RoP. Strolling down the corridor, their tag belts over their shoulders, is The Revolution, Jared James and Johnny Holliday! Both men are chattering away happily, but they come to a stop when they spot the RoP Texas TV Champion, Ace Andrews just a little ahead of them. Ace is leaning against the wall, looking at his fingernails, and after a moment or two he looks up and smiles at the pair.

Ace: “Whats the matter boys? You seem a little worried.”

Jared: “We're not worried. We just know your style, and your never alone. So if your standing there, then your Syn City Stupids aren't far away.”

Johnny: “And besides, if your standing here then you want something from us. So what is it?”

Ace chuckles and shrugs slowly standing up off the wall. He adjusts his title on his shoulder and then stands in front of the pair.

Ace: “Thats simple. I want your Titles. See, I'm kind of Simon's little errand boy here. And since we've heard your quitting RoP, I've been asked to get the Tag Titles from you. So, please hand them over.”

Jared and Johnny exchange a look, and then look back at Ace and shake their heads.

Jared: “No dice. Simon wants them, he can come get them himself.”

Ace simply sighs and shakes his head once more. Ace then glances up and smiles.

Ace: “Have it your way. I guess I'll just have to take them from you. Now Lev.”

From a side corridor Lev races attempting to hit The Revolution, but Jared and Johnny turn around and hit him with double rights. The two men fight off Lev together, but with their backs turned, Ace picks up a nearby Lead Pipe, and swings it into the side of Johnny Holliday's knee! Johnny goes down screaming, and the momentary distraction Jared gets is enough. Lev simply knocks him backwards with a massive right. Jared staggers, and Ace pounces swinging the Lead Pipe square into JJ's head! Lev now saunters over, dragging Jared up, lifting him high, and SRI'g him onto the backstage floor! Ace meanwhile walks over to a squealing Johnny, smirks, and smacks him in the same knee with the lead pipe. Ace goes batshit insane now, slamming the leadpipe time and time again into Johnny's knee, until he finally turns away, tossing the lad pipe aside and walks over to the now busted open Jared. Ace kneels down a smirk on his face.

Ace: 'Listen now, and listen good Jared. Johnny over there, he'll never walk again. Not in a long long time. So it seems your going to have to vacate the titles now, for medical reasons. But if you ever grow a pair again, you can come and find me. I'll be waiting to embarrass you in the ring, rather then backstage.”

Ace chuckles and stands up, walking a little way down the corridor and lifting up the tag titles. He tosses them to Levinator and smirks.

Ace: “Get these to Simon. Tell him Mission Accomplished.”

Lev nods and then turns and walks away down the corridor while Ace adjusts his title and heads off in the other direction. The scene fades to black on the bloodied up Jared James trying to crawl over to a still scream Johnny Holliday.



Traci Loveheart: “The following contest is set for one fall. First from Kilgore, Texas weighing in at 240 pounds, “The Real Deal” Lucas Sensation.”

“Burn it to the Ground” by Nickelback kicks in, and from the back out walks Lucas Sensation. Lucas pumps his fists a few times at the top of the ramp, getting the crowd to roar for him. As he strolls down the ramp Lucas slaps hands with the crowd beside the ramp. Lucas finally climbs the stairs up onto the apron and then climbs the turnbuckle, raising both arms high. Lucas then hops down and starts stretching himself a little.

SP: “Lucas is coming here tonight trying to gain some momentum in his quest against the Sin City Syndicate. Tonight he’ll face our newest member here in Ring of Pride, Anthony Royal.”

AS: “If I was him and thankfully I’m not, I’d be on a quest to get a win for a change.”

Traci Loveheart: “and his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania weighing in at 227 pounds, “The Shinning Star” Anthony Royal.”

“I Came to Play” starts playing over the speakers, as Anthony Royal walks out. He stares across the crowd for a moment with nose held up glancing down at them. Some fans try to reach out to him as he makes his way down to the ring, but he moves his arms away from them. He gets into the ring and holds his arms out showing off his physic, as the crowd boos louder and louder.

SP: “The newcomer Anthony Royal not making any friends here tonight. This is his debut match here in Ring of Pride, as he looks to make an impact against Lucas.”

AS: “Impact, he’s facing Lucas for Christ sake. I mean look at this guy, this is going to be like a night off for him.”

The referee calls for the bell and both men come out and circle each other sizing up. They lock up jockeying for an advantage. After a few minutes, they release each other, and Anthony challenges Lucas to a test of strength. After a few moments of debating, Lucas accepts and locks hands with Anthony. Almost as soon as they lock up though, Anthony kicks in the gut and staggers him with an European Uppercut.

SP: “What a dirty move there by Anthony, but Lucas should have seen it coming.”

AS: “Really. Remember Stu this is Lucas here. Even if he wasn’t so focused on the Syn City Syndicate, I doubt he would have seen it coming.”

Anthony grabs Lucas and takes him over with a thunderous belly to belly suplex. The he gets up and poses for the crowd, while walking around the ring. The crowd responds with a chorus of boos. As Lucas gets up, Anthony drills him with another European Uppercut. Anthony goes to grab Lucas, but Lucas scoops him and slams him to the mat.

SP: “Lucas trying to get things moving his way.”

AS: “Yeah right. He’ll screw it up.”

Lucas picks up Anthony and quickly slams him back to the mat. He waits for Anthony to get up and charges. Just as Anthony makes it up, Lucas drills him with a hard clothesline. Lucas picks him up again and sends him off the ropes, but he sets his head too early. Anthony somersaults across Lucas’ back to land behind him, grabs his head and drops him with a reverse DDT.

AS: “See what did I tell you. He screwed up again.”

SP: “Lucas did set his head early and is now paying for it.”

Anthony stands back up behind Lucas and stalks him. As Lucas is trying to get up, Anthony slides around to stay behind him. Once Lucas makes it to his feet and tries to turn around, Anthony jumps up and grabs Lucas’ head and drills him face first into the mat.

SP: “What a devastating move by Anthony.”

AS: “Yep what a move. Lucas is done for yet again.”

Anthony rolls Lucas over and the referee drops down to count.
1...
2...
3...

The referee jumps up and calls for the bell, as Anthony demands him to raise his hand. As the referee does, “I Came to Play” begins to play again

Traci Loveheart: “Here is you winner, “The Shining Star” Anthony Royal.”



We go backstage to where we see DJ Clay standing and talking to a backstage attendant from the looks of it. All of a sudden, someone comes from behind him and starts to trade shots with him. The two seem to be getting some good blows in to each other as they go down the hallway.

AS: IS THAT LIL' KNOXVILLE?

SP: I BELIEVE IT IS! CLAY PUT HIM ON THE SHELF A FEW WEEKS AGO I THOUGHT!

The two continue to brawl until some security guards come rushing over to get between them to break it up.

AS: My god, does this mean Lil' Knoxville is back?

SP: I guess, he seems out for Clay's blood too!



TL; The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Why I Sing the Blues” hits and Bryan Deas walks from the back to boos from the fans. He holds his arms out in a pose and smirks at the fans’ reaction to him before he slowly walks down to the ring and badmouths them on his way.

TL: Introducing first, from Hollywood, California…….”Ballistic” Bryan Deas!

AS: I’m now joined by Mick Garrity and Mick, you and I haven’t gotten along in the past but even you got to admit that Bryan Deas has been somewhat on a streak as of late.

MG: Since he became himself and threw Ironfist to the curb, he’s been on the rise. He beat Kevin Legacy two weeks ago at Out for Blood: Momentary Lapse of Reason and when you speak of people looking for that golden opportunity to get into the Chaos Chamber and get a chance at the top title, Deas has got to be right there at the top of the list!

TL: And his opponent…………….

“Kashmir” hits and the fans cheer loudly as Stu-E Price comes out from the back with Sofia in tow. He makes it down the entrance aisle and then spins her around with a smirk before he lifts her up and places her on the apron.

TL: From Darlington, England…….”England’s Favourite Wrestler” Stu-E Price!

AS: Stu has been having quite the problems with Ace Andrews as of late, Ace actually cost him a shot at the Texas Television title but Stu has a chance to get back on track here.

MG: Yeah, you know these two are actually representing RoP over in a tournament going down at Fort Ord and believe it or not, they’re BOTH in the finals! I can’t believe I’m saying this about a Deas match, but this is gonna be good!

Deas charges and knocks Stu off the apron before he even gets in the ring. Sofia shrieks and gets off the apron as Deas goes to the outside and lays some kicks into Stu. He picks him up and whips him into the steel guard rail around ringside. Deas comes charging at Stu to boos from the fans, but Stu moves and Deas connects with the guard rail. Stu grabs him by the hair and rolls him into the ring before he rolls in after him and waits for Deas to start making his way up before he charges with a knee strike to Bryan’s skull. The bell officially rings now and Stu gets down and covers Deas. Referee Mike Donovan makes the count. One………!

AS: Just a one count for Stu and what a wild way to start this match. It reminds me of several fights I’ve seen go down in my local Wal Mart parking lot. Deas was on Stu like he stole some shit!

MG: HA! Stu’s managed to turn it around now. What momentum Deas got from jumping him like he did is pretty much lost now.

Stu picks Deas up and goes for a snap suplex on him, but Deas blocks it. Stu manages to nail a few shots to him and gets him up for a vertical suplex, but Deas falls behind Stu and goes for a German suplex. Stu elbows Deas several times in the face and then turns around locks in a DDT. He brings Deas down into the mat and then gets to his feet. As Deas crawls into the corner and goes to get up, Stu charges, looking for a British Pound, but Deas raises his feet and connects with Stu’s jaw. Stu stumbles out into the middle of the ring and Deas charges with a clothesline. Stu gets up slowly and Deas picks him up and plants him with a ring shaking spine buster before he hooks a leg and makes the cover. One……….Two!

AS: Just a two count for Deas and my god, what a feather in his cap it would be to beat Stu here.

MG: You know, I think it could be just as big a win for Stu as well. Deas don’t have the best record of anyone here in RoP, but he’s been around for a while and I think it could give Stu some momentum.

Deas pulls Stu up and spins him over for a swinging neck breaker. He gets on his knee and waits for Stu to get up before he gets to his feet and goes for a side slam on Stu. Stu manages to kick out of it last second, land on his feet and nail a legsweep to Deas which gets cheers from the crowd and a “let’s go Stu” chant. Stu wraps his legs around Deas’ head for a head scissors. Deas’ face almost instantly starts to turn purple as Stu is like an anaconda, putting more and more pressure on the hold. Deas slowly makes it to a knee, then to his feet and lifts Stu up like he’s going to power bomb him, but Stu reverses it into a hurricanrana that spikes Deas head first into the mat and gets a collective gasp from the crowd as Deas is motionless. Stu crawls over and covers him. One……..Two……!

AS: Deas kicked out! How in the hell he did that, I don’t know.

MG: Well I think Deas is a lot more talented than people give him credit for. I think Stu is too, actually.

Stu makes it up and gives a quick smirk to Sofia, who’s over in his corner, beating on the mat before he pulls Deas up and leaps up for a Stun Cutter. Deas blocks it and shoves Stu forward into the mat. As Stu gets to his hands and knees, Deas charges forward and nails his Ending It All punt kick! The crowd is absolutely going crazy with boos. Deas collapses onto Stu and rolls him over for a cover. One………Two……….NOOOOOOO! Stu gets a shoulder up and Deas backs up into the corner with a dropped jaw, as if in disbelief that Stu kicked out.

AS: Stu manages to keep this match going and Deas can’t believe it! Hell, neither can I!

MG: I know Simon is looking at everyone as potential entrants into the Chaos Chamber. These two may very well be working their way onto that list of participants with each kick out and big move.

Deas pulls Stu up and then grabs him around the neck and goes for his Simply Ballistic choke slam but Stu manages to break Deas’ grip on him and falls in front of him. He goes for a clothesline on Bryan, who ducks and then goes for a belly to back suplex on Stu, but Stu manages to roll over and land on his feet behind Deas. Bryan turns around and just as he does, Stu springs into action and nails a Price Tag super kick! Deas collapses and Stu falls on top of him. One……….Two…………..NO!

AS: SON OF A BITCH! BRYAN DEAS JUST KICKED OUT OF THE PRICE TAG!

MG: WHAT A BATTLE, WHAT A WAR FROM THESE TWO, ARTIE! THIS IS WHAT SIMON LIKES TO SEE, I’M SURE! THESE TWO ARE REALLY STANDING OUT AND GOING TO WAR HERE!

The fans start clapping just in appreciation for the effort put in by both men as Stu gets to his feet first. He gets in the corner, but seems to be laying in wait for a Stun Cutter, which draws some cheers from the crowd. Just as Deas starts to get up. Stu starts to spring into action when the sound of Sofia screaming fills the air. Stu looks just as she rounds a corner of the ring due to being stalked by Ace Andrews, who has a sick smirk on his face. Stu walks over to the ropes and barks at Ace to leave her alone. Ace looks at Stu, shakes his head and then spits in Stu’s face to boos. Before Stu can get out of the ring, Deas turns him around, grabs him by the throat and lifts him up with his Simply Ballistic choke slam! Stu’s laid out on the mat and Deas makes the cover as Ace starts walking to the back with a sly grin on his face! One……..Two…….Three!

TL: Here is your winner, BRYAN DEAS!

AS: NO! NO! ACE SCREWED OVER STU AGAIN! WHAT IN THE HELL IS HIS PROBLEM? STU ISN’T EVEN ON A COLLISION COURSE WITH HIM ANYMORE, CAN’T HE JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE?

MG: The bigger news here is that Bryan Deas got the win! He’s on a winning streak, Artie, who thought we would have ever said that?

[Simon]

In a shocking turn of events House Of Pain’s “Jump Around” blasts out of the PA system and a figure staggers and sways around at the top of the entrance way...

Stu:”Oh you can’t be bloody serious is that who I think it is?”

Strong:” Hell yeah Price, the place just got converted to a dog pound, man of the people is in the HOUUUUUUUSE you know what I’m saying?! The big bad dog himself is out here and you know some major shit is going to hit the fan!”

RoP’s talent executive is swaying back and forth at the ramp way jamming along to his own entrance for a while after he realizes that he needs to get going down, some liquid courage from the trusty paper baggy and he starts to swagger on down towards the ringside.

Stu:”Does that lush even work for this company anymore?! I haven’t seen him around in ages and now he just shows up without a warning like he never left.”

Strong:”He never did! I heard he just went to rehab for a while to battle his personal demons..”

Stu:”Seems to work like a charm if you ask me, ten bucks says he’s flat on his face before he gets in to the ring?”

Strong:”You sad little man how dare you make fun of some one's illness?”

As Dog sways his way past the announcers he slurs out some comments towards Price and flips the bird at him before making his way to the ring steps in roars and boos of the fans. He is dressed up in a pair of warn out jeans and a ripped RoP t hoodie along with his trusty bandanna which seems to be as constant of a trademark of his as the greasy hair and unshaven face.

Stu:”What the hell did he just say?!”

Strong:”I believe it was something about your mother and...a truckload of rhinos? who cares, glad to see you back chief, looking good!”

Stu:”You think kissing up to that punk is going to get you a raise...don’t you Strong, you maggot son of a..”

Strong:”Hell it’s worth the try and if I can’t get a raise maybe I can get you fired and have them find me a better partner to do these broadcasts with...”

Dog does manage to make his way up the ring steps without tripping he carries along the before mentioned paper bag and a large burlap sack of sorts, he tosses the sack over the ropes letting it land with a thud before manages to slither trough the ropes dancing around.

Stu:”What the hell was that nutter carrying around with him?! Maybe he brought his dry cleaning in, hey Doggy this ain’t a laundramat! Get out of the bloody ring and let us continue the show!”

Strong:”Hush now peasant our King of Talent is about to speak..”

Stu:”I hope he comes here and throws up on you..so I can get rid of both of you!”

Dog motions for a microphone and lays his baggy down signaling for the crew to cut his music off, his deep voice slurs out as incoherent as ever.

Dog:”EEEEEEEEY YO, Daddy Dog is home! Did you miss me?!”

Crowds unimamous roar of “NO” can’t be heard however our announcing desk chimes in too.

Strong:”Hell yes!”

Stu:”Luckily your alone with that opinion of yours you sad excuse of a stooge.”

Talent Executive flicks around the toothpick between his lips and frowns he clearly wasn’t happy with the reception he got at a his return to the squared circle. he just glares at the booing fans.

Dog:”Well tough tea says the kitty! I don’t really give two shits what a bunch of losers think of me I could buy and sell your asses!”

Stu:”King says my kingdom..For a case of Jack Daniels? Is this guy supposed to be a dog or a cat what the hell is with his analogy really?”

Strong:”Don’t question our number two man Price, you’ll pay the price..”

Stu:”He’s a big pile of number two and one big kitty or pus..hey did you two go to the same bar before the show or why you sounding as stupid as him?”

Strong:”It’s called adapting, bitch!”

Dog:”I came down to drop a message to all of Ring Of Pride, I did it tonight for a very special reason too and I even brought along something tooooo sweet! Get ready for a ground shattering announcement boys and girls cause I’m on fire tonight!”

Stu:”I don’t like the way this is going but I am willing to bet why he showed up tonight, maybe the fact that the show is done in a bar has a tincy bit of doing with his appearance for the night...”
Strong:”Bah boulder dash, how dare you pass along such outlandish rumours that aren’t even true?, just listen to the ground shattering announcement will you?!”

While the were exchanging opinions on why’s Dog dived in to his burlap sack and emerged out of with a pair of titles on him on,e on each shoulder, indeed those were none other than the tag championships of Ring of Pride.

Stu:”Dear GOD no! Our tag division is as good as death if he is planning on keeping those belts!”

Strong:”Will you SHUT UP already and quit being such a drama queen, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Stu:”I’d rather not think about that honestly because when that dolt is around ANYTHING is possible.”

Dog smirks patting on the titles a bit and cackles out a laughter.

Dog:”Bet you didn’t see that one coming chico! You see my main man, the big boss mang himself Simon Sensation sent out a repo man of his own on a little mission earlier, Levinator did his deed and got what belongs to the company and now since our former champs are current CHUMPS it’s about time we announce what will happen to these here titles!”

Stu:”Champs and Chumps, lyrical genius right there folks!”

Strong:”I thought ti was funny, you see they were champs but since they aren’t part of RoP they are now...”

Stu:”You don’t say?”

Big Dog still flicks around his toothpick for a bit and seems to think back to what he was supposed to say next.

Dog:”Yeah so the name of the game is. TAG TITLE TOURNAMENT chicos and chicas T-G-I-F..well you know how it goes! Teams show up they go head to head against each other and fight for their spot in RoP history, this is not a thing that will happen often so if you think you got the testicular fortitude to own these babies you better step the fuck up and howl at your dog, WOOF WOOF YOU KNOW IT!”

Stu:”Here I was hoping he would have dropped that stupidity already..”

Strong:”WOOF WOOF I SURE DO MANG!”

Stu”...”




TL: The following contest is a tag match and is scheduled for one fall.

"Who's to know if your Soul will fade at all?
The One you sold to fool the world.
You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah"
As "Fake It" by Seether picks up, Anilya walks from behind the curtain and into a roar of boos and "You suck" chants. She smirks as sticks her middle finger in the air and stops.

Loveheart: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing 127 pounds, Anilya!

Anilya resumes walking to the ring and gets in. She turns and stares at Traci and chases her out of the ring. She removes her shirt, revealing her black wrestling bra tights and walks over to a turnbuckle and rests her back on it.

AS: We saw Anilya come back a month ago on the last Meltdown. She’s part of the Red Dragon faction and it seems like their main goal is taking out the Syn City Syndicate.

SP: Yeah and they haven’t got their wish yet either. It seems like the boss man may be ducking them purposely.

TL: And her tag partner……

"Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA as Deflar and the rest of the Red Dragons walk out in a roar of jeers. They walk to the ring, reaching it, and Deflar removes his coat and glasses, then hands it to the faction, then orders them to leave. He looks towards Traci Loveheart as he steps into the ring over the top rope.

Loveheart: In the ring, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing two-hundred ninety-five pounds, "The Red Dragon" Deflar Linos.

Deflar turns towards a turnbuckle and rests on it, waiting.

AS: Deflar has been on quite the roll here in RoP as of late. He’s actually unbeaten!

SP: He is and again, he wants a piece of The Syndicate but Simon won’t co-operate and give him what he wants.

TL: And their opponents…..

"Evolution" comes across the P.A. system and Shadow and Paige walk out to the stage and stop. They look over the crowd and start to head down to the ring. They climb into the ring and walk over to their corner. Paige drops her title in the corner, as Shadow slumps down into the corner, while they await their opponents.

TL: The team of Paige and Shadow………The Children of the Night!

AS: I feel bad for these two. They’ve been the main constant in the tag division as of late and they got nothing to so for it.

SP: They had two shots at the gold and lost both! It’s their own fault!

The bell rings and things start out with Paige and Anilya. Both women circle one another and the lock up. Paige gets a side headlock in on Anilya, who sends her into the ropes. Paige comes back and Anilya nails an arm drag. Paige slides right out of the ring. Anilya walks over to the ropes and when Paige is up, goes for a dive over the top rope, but Paige slides into the ring. Anilya catches herself and lands on the apron. Paige gets up in the ring and turns around just as Deflar tags himself in and Anilya leaps onto the top rope and catches Paige with a missile dropkick. Paige is down and Anilya rolls out of the ring as Deflar comes in.

AS: Deflar tagged himself in, good tactic I guess as Anilya can get out of the ring and catch her breath after that exchange and Deflar can use his power game on Paige while she’s down.

SP: Indeed, it’s sound strategy from the Dragons. We’ve seen Deflar dismantle opponents before in the past but this is a different ballgame for him. He hasn’t been in any tag matches yet, has he?

Deflar nails some axe handle shots to Paige’s back as she goes to get up, as if keeping her down and toying with her. He snarls as he picks her up by the hair and then lifts her up for a side slam backbreaker. He stretches her across his knee and presses down on her knees and chin before he throws her aside and stomps into her a few times before he tags in Anilya again. Anilya leaps over the ropes and gets on Paige with a series of kicks before she pulls Paige to her feet and goes for a vertical suplex. Paige falls behind her and shoves Anilya into the ropes and catches her with a dropkick. Anilya falls to the mat and Paige starts to crawl toward her corner. Anilya grabs her by the foot just as she almost reaches Shadow, but Paige gets up to her free foot and nails a side kick to the head of Anilya and tags Shadow in. Shadow gets into the ring and seems to be lying in wait for Anilya to get up.

AS: Something tells me Shadow has some bad things on his mind here.

SP: I’m pretty sure of it. I would NOT want to be “The Golden Vision” right now!

Anilya gets up and Shadow turns her around and plants her down with a quick DDT. He rolls her over and hooks her leg. One……..Two……NO! Deflar is in to break it up. He stays in and lifts Shadow to his feet, nailing some shots to the Psychotic Enigma before he whips him into the ropes and telegraphs a back body drop. Shadow falls to his back just shy of Deflar and nails a stiff uppercut shot to his jaw. Deflar falls back through the ropes and to the apron. Shadow gets up and turns around just as Anilya gets up. She takes a running start toward him and nails a flying forearm shot that takes him down. Deflar is getting up in his corner and yells at Anilya to tag him in. She does and the big man comes straight for Shadow. He gets him to his knees and then nails a series of rapid fire shots to his forehead. Shadow wobbles and seems dazed as Deflar picks him up and whips him into the corner. Shadow connects hard and stumbles right into a power slam from Deflar, who hooks a leg and goes for a cover. One…….Two……..NO! Paige breaks it up!

AS: Paige just saved Shadow’s ass there.

SP: Yeah, the fact that this is a tag match has seemingly prevented this match from ending early when it likely otherwise would have for both sides now!

Deflar gets up and goes after Paige, who retreats to her corner. Deflar says something to her, then turns around just as Shadow gets to his knees. Shadow nails some shots to his midsection, then gets to his feet and grabs Deflar by the hair as he goes forward and nails a bulldog. He stomps down on him a few times and tags in Paige, who comes in and nails some shots to Deflar herself before she applies a rear chinlock to him and drives her knee into his back. Deflar gets to his feet slowly and Paige transitions the hold into a sleeper before Deflar staggers forward and tags in Anilya, then backs into a neutral corner so that Paige is basically seated on the top turnbuckle. Anilya comes over and nails some shots to Paige. Finally, she breaks the hold on Deflar, who grabs her and places her in an electric chair position on his shoulders. Anilya comes off with a dropkick to Paige’s chest to knock her down. She quickly covers her just as Shadow comes in and gets into a scuffle with Deflar. One……….Two………..Three!

TL: Here are your winners, THE RED DRAGONS!

Shadow throws Deflar over the top rope finally and looks frustrated as Anilya rolls out of the ring to try and regroup with Deflar.

AS: My god, that ended suddenly……..I feel kind of bad for Shadow and Paige.

SP: This is a tough loss for them, but a big win for The Red Dragons. Deflar is still unbeaten and Anilya racked up a huge comeback win!



We go backstage to where Greg Vincent is catching up with the man known as “The Real Show” Terry Marvin.

GV: Terry, can I have a word with you? What are your thoughts on the Chaos Chamber that the Sin City Syndicate leader, Simon, announced earlier tonight and do you think you’ll be a part of it after that loss to Dillon D’Angelo two weeks ago at……….

He’s cut short as Terry nails some shots to his jaw and then sends Greg into the wall. Terry starts brutally kicking him as some security comes rushing over from a garage like door just down the hallway. They go for Marvin, but he holds his own against them. As he throws the last one into a crate labeled “lighting”, Terry stumbles away from the area and as he enters a hall, runs into Lucas Sensation. Before he knows what’s going, Terry nails him in the jaw and sends him face first into the hallway wall. Lucas starts to slide down the wall and Terry kicks him in the chest several times before he runs his hand through his hair and continues down the hallway.

AS: What in the hell was that about? He just laid out Greg, security AND Lucas!

SP: He’s just pissy that he lost his title match a few weeks ago. My god.

AS: Well, folks, we’ll be seeing him in action next and my god……………..he seems pissed.



TL: The following contest is set for one fall!“Raise Up” hits and Terry Marvin comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He makes a bee line for the ring and rolls in before making it up to his feet and going right to his corner.

TL: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada…….”The Real Show” Terry Marvin!

AS: Marvin has a different demeanor and I’m not sure I like it.

SP: Yeah, he’s gone all emo because he realizes he sucks. He can go ahead and commit suicide, I don’t think anyone will give a damn.

TL: And his opponent. From Derry, Northern Ireland…….Tommy McFarlane!

“I’m Not Jesus” hits and Tommy comes rushing out the back and sprints down to the ring to a mixed reaction. He slides into the ring and goes right for Marvin as the bell rings.

AS: Tommy won the right to face Ace Andrews by beating you two weeks ago, Stu but tonight he gets Ace’s best friend in that ring.

SP: Yeah, he beat me because of Ace’s help. It was a crock of shit.

Tommy backs Terry into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Terry comes back and Tommy nails a hip toss on him. Marvin gets up and Tommy nails a deep Japanese arm drag on him. Marvin gets up again and gets another arm drag, this one sending him right out of the ring. Marvin seems to be trying to regroup on the bar floor when Tommy seems to lay in wait and when Marvin turns toward the ring, charges with a dropkick under the bottom rope that knocks Marvin back into the guard rail. Tommy gets out of the ring and stays on Marvin, grabbing him and throwing him face first into the ring post before he pulls him away from it and backs him up hard into the apron, forcing his lower back into it. He does this a few more times, then rolls Marvin into the ring.

AS: This is the most fired up and on his game that I’ve seen Tommy……well he’s about as on his game as an Irishman can be. Maybe he whacked off a leprechaun before the match or something.

SP: I got to hand it to Tommy, he’s really starting this match off strong and just dominating Terry.

Tommy gets into the ring and pulls Marvin up. Terry goes to nail a few shots to Tommy’s midsection, but McFarlane nails some elbows to the back of Terry’s head and then sends him across the ring into the corner opposite him. McFarlane charges in, but Terry gets a foot up. Tommy grabs Terry’s feet and then sends them through the middle and top ropes, though Terry comes back and manages to teeter his feet up and kicks Tommy in the forehead when he goes to grab him. Tommy stumbles back and Terry gets out onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. When Tommy turns toward him, Marvin leaps off with a cross body that finds it’s mark and takes McFarlane down. Terry hooks both of his legs and goes for a cover. One…….Two!

AS: Tommy kicks out and Terry seems to be a little frustrated.

SP: If I was him, I’d be perpetually frustrated too………

Terry barks some things at the referee, then pulls Tommy to his feet and nails repeated clubbing shots to his upper back time and time again before he finally throws Tommy shoulder first into the corner post. Tommy’s jaw drops in pain and as he goes to slide back into the ring, Terry grabs him for a roll up. One…….Two…! Tommy kicks out! Terry grabs his hair and seems to be on the verge of pulling it out before he grabs Tommy and lifts him to his feet. He seems to be setting up for a side effect, but Tommy elbows him in the skull and turns it into an innovative arm drag that sends Terry tumbling toward the ropes. Terry gets up rather hastily and rushes toward Tommy, who catches him with a power slam that shakes the ring and draws a loud pop from the fans. He hooks a leg. One…….Two!

AS: Tommy with a two count and it looks like Terry may be off his game a little tonight. He basically couldn’t even hit that Side Effect.

SP: He can’t hit much of the stuff he does, Artie. Have you been watching the same man I have these last few months?

Tommy pulls Terry up and goes for a piledriver, but Marvin lifts him up and goes for a back body drop, though McFarlane manages to swing his legs around and land on his feet. He turns Marvin around and nails a snap mare on him. Terry is in sitting position and Tommy springs off the ropes and nails a running kick to Terry’s back that echoes through the bar and causes Terry to writhe in pain on the mat. Tommy smirks as he pulls Terry up and brings him up for his Luck O’ The Irish move. Terry ends up rolling down his back, however and rolls him up. Tommy rolls through it and then grabs Terry as he lifts him up and goes for a Rampant Lions, thought they’re too close to the ropes and Terry grabs a hold of them. Tommy tries to pull him again, but Terry hangs on for dear life. Tommy drops him and as he closes in on him, Terry gets a hand up and gouges Tommy in the eye. He then grabs him by the head and pulls him into a You’re Cancelled leg sweep/DDT combo. He floats over for the pin. One……..Two………NO! The crowd cheers!

AS: Marvin pulling out his You’re Cancelled which we haven’t seen too much of here in RoP and he only gets a two count on it.

SP: Look at this idiot, he’s going at the referee instead of staying on Tommy! McFarlane is a veteran, this isn’t the wisest thing to do at all!

Terry gets referee Richard Dent backed into a corner and starts yelling at him, telling him that if he don’t count to three next time, he’s going to break his hand. Terry turns and gets some vicious chops to the chest from Tommy as the crowd goes “wooooooo” to each one. Tommy then grabs Terry and puts him in a headlock. He takes him down with a side headlock takedown but Terry starts to battle his way back up. Tommy then brings him over and down to the mat again, but this time lets go and waits for Marvin to get up.

AS: Tommy may be looking to close things out here. He seems to be like a snake lying in wait here……

SP: He’s giving Terry too much time to regroup!

Tommy lunges toward Terry and goes for another Rampant Lions, but unseen by the referee, Terry low blows Tommy, causing him to drop him and back up a few steps. Terry gets up, boots Tommy in the gut and drops him with a Whiplash before he makes the cover. One…….Two……..Three!

TL: Here is your winner, TERRY MARVIN!

AS: Terry low blowed Tommy, but he got the win and I’d say he’s back on track here!

SP: Yeah. So much for Tommy being the number one contender, huh? He sure as hell looked like one out there……idiot.

[Simon]

We just fade to the backstage area as we see the RoP Southwestern Heavyweight Champion, Dillon D'Angelo just preparing for his match against Ace Andrews, when all of a sudden, "Ballistic" Bryan Deas just barges in! Dillion then gets to his feet and just stares Bryan right in the face!

Bryan: Dillion, we need to talk, NOW!

Dillon: Thank God you're finally here. Now look spanky, my rider clearly stated a whole case of Vittel mineral water and no red M&M's in the selection. But look you've clearly mixed the red M&M's in here and there's only two bottles of mineral water - and it's fizzy goddamn it, also someone really should sort out the temperature in here I swear it's only twenty degrees, not the twenty one as I confirmed with you jackasses.,

Bryan: Very funny, Dillon! But, seriously, we do need to talk about something very important!

Dillon stares at him, blinking at him unbelievingly.

Dillon: I'm sorry. Who the hell did you say you were again?

Bryan: You know who I am! I am the man to take Ring of Pride to the next level! "Ballistic" Bryan Deas, the future of this company!

Dillon continues to look blankly at him.

Dillon: Ok, sure, look I don't normally mix with the little people. You want an autograph or something? Or have you just dropped by so you can tell your grandkids about the day you met the greatest wrestler to have ever lived?

Bryan just slaps Dillon right in the face.

Bryan: Look here! Stop with the damn games, you son of a bitch! You have something that I want and that is the RoP Southern Heavyweight Championship! Now, either you give me a shot or I just arrange your damn face right here and NOW!

Dillon's hand rubs the site where Bryan's hand made contact, he laughs slightly, reaching out his hand his tousles Bryan's hair.

Dillon: Well aint that cute, you come in here, wanting a photo with me and my title and start trying to impress me with that girly little slap of yours. I'll tell you what boy, what say you turn round right and go back the way you came and I'll forget this ever happened, that way I'll not have to teach you a lesson and kick your ass.

Bryan: Oh, but I am NOT leaving until you give me what is mine! Dillon, ever since I joined this company, I have seen a lot of things and despite what others may believe, I so respect you in a way! You are like the younger version of myself! But, Dillion, right now, I just see a man who just wants to disrespect the legacy that I created! So, Dillon, I am going to ask you again, cause I will refuse to take no for an answer! Will you face me for the RoP Southern Heavyweight Championship?

Dillon smirks at him.

Dillon: Look Byron, or whatever your name is, I respect that you've got ambition, I can appreciate that you, just like everyone else would like the chance to fasten this big hunk of gold around their waist. So I'll tell you what, why don't you go off learn how to wrestle and then maybe in six months or so, when you've done something worth a damn, and I actually recognise you, then maybe - MAYBE - I'll give you a shot at MY Southwestern Heavyweight Championship. Ok sunshine?

Bryan just shakes his head in shame before speaking.

Bryan: Dillon, that is not the answer that I wanted! So, I will be the smart man and leave before I do something that I regret, but know this Dillon, you just passed up a good opportunity to be somebody, but I guess they were right! You are a paper champion and always will be the man who ducked out of a fight!

Dillon: Woah! What was that son? Paper Champion? You're talking to the greatest wrestler that has ever stalked the planet, not Ace Andrews. I wouldn't normally stoop to fighting someone so far below my league, but seeing as how you're so desperate for a wrestling lesson, you're on! Next Meltdown, you're going to get the wrestling lesson of a lifetime. It'll be the great, the legendary, supremely talented and greatest Southwestern Heavyweight Champion RoP has ever seen, Dillon D'Angelo versus the loser who turned up in my dressing room tonight.

He stops, pausing for emphasis.

Dillon: But it won't be for this title belt. You want that shot, you're going to have to beat me first and earn the damn thing.

Bryan is now smiling like a little idiot.

Bryan: Fine, I will beat you and then, I will earn my shot, and beat you again! But, Dillon, remember this, just like others have done in the past, don't ever underestimate me, cause I have the ability to shock the world, and it will be shocking!

As Bryan is getting ready to leave, he just looks back at Dillon.

Bryan: Good luck tonight, champ, cause you will need it!

As Bryan then leaves, we fade back to ringside.



TL: The following contest is a non title bout set for one fall and it is our main event of the evening! Introducing first…….

The entire bar goes to black, and the titan tron flickers into life with some static. As the static starts getting clear it starts to show four Ace cards between flashes of static. After a few seconds the static leaves to have just an image of the Four Ace ards. After a few seconds the Ace cards turn sideways and fly towards the camera and the text 'YOU'RE GONNA GET ACED!' flashes on and off, going faster and faster until finally some pyro explodes and the PA System kicks in.

Rollin' the dice
Never thinkin' twice

'Blackjack' by Airbourne keeps playing over the PA System, as from the back out struts Ace Andrews, his Texas TV Title strapped around his waist. Ace poses as he stops at the top of the ramp, stretching his arms wide with a smirk. He then pats the belt with one hand, his face in a wide smirk. Ace then struts down the ramp, and when he reaches the ring, he hops up onto the apron. Ace looks in the ring at Lucas, and then climbs the turnbuckle from the outside, and raises a hand to shield his eyes as he looks around the crowd. After a few moments, Ace slips his singlet off and then hops from the outside turnbuckle into the ring. He unstraps his belt sauntering over to the opposite corner and raising his title high.

TL: From Las Vegas, Nevada………..he is the Texas Television Champion…….Ace Andrews!

AS: Ace managed to score one hell of a win over Eric Hancock at the supershow two weeks ago and my god, what a hellacious Bomb Shelter match that was.

SP: It was, but the prick managed to retain his title and cost me a shot at it. He don’t want any real threat near that title, Artie. I think that’s what it boils down to.

TL: And his opponent…………

“U Can’t Touch This” hits and Dillon D’Angelo walks out from the back to boos as he makes his way down to the ring and gets in. He eyes Ace cautiously but then shakes his head with a grin and holds up his Southwestern Heavyweight title and his music dies, can be heard telling Ace that the TV isn’t even worth the metal it’s made with.

TL: From Denver, Colorado………he is the Southwestern Heavyweight Champion, “Deadly” Dillon D’Angelo!

AS: Dillon managed to beat Alexander McIntyre and Terry Marvin in a three way dance to retain his title. He defied the odds, believe it or not.

SP: Yeah, he’s the first man ever to successfully retain that title. Like him or not, he’s proven to be the real deal and he’s a far better champion than Ace. I can tell you that much!

The bell rings and both men circle one another before they go to lock up and Dillon steps back, rubbing his hands over his wet hair before he flicks his hands toward Ace. Ace goes right for him, but Dillon wisely backs into a corner and gets his head through the middle and top ropes. The ref forces Ace to back up. Dillon gets out of the corner with a little strut and then as Ace comes at him, kicks him in the gut and then nails some shots to Ace’s skull. He gets Ace into a corner and then starts to nail a barrage of chops to his chest. By the time he lets up, Ace’s chest is red and he stumbles out into the ring and gets down to his knees. As he’s doing that, Dillon has made it to the apron and has gone into the corner and starts to climb to the top rope.

AS: Dillon is going up to the top and we usually don’t see too much of this, Stu.

SP: No, I have been in the ring with him a few times and he don’t usually go high risk at all.

As Dillon makes it to the top, Ace sprints into the corner and leaps onto the middle rope. He nails some shots to Dillon, then climbs up onto the top rope and leaps onto Dillon’s shoulders to nail a super hurricanrana that draws a nice reaction from the crowd and a small “RoP” chant. Ace crawls over on top of Dillon to go for a cover, but Dillon won’t stay down and keeps getting his shoulder up. Dillon tries getting away from Ace, but Ace nails him several times in the forehead, then gets to his feet and pulls him up to his feet. Ace grabs him and nails a snap suplex on him. He hangs on, gets up and nails a front face buster suplex on Dillon. Dillon holds his gut and gets to his knees as Ace gets up, springs off the ropes and goes for a leaping dropkick to him. Dillon moves and Ace slides on the canvas. Dillon springs off the ropes, himself and nails a big splash on Ace. He gets up and waits for Ace to get to his feet before he grabs him and goes for a belly to back suplex on him. He connects with it, but looks like he could have barely handled it as he drops Ace to the mat. He turns Ace over and makes a cover. One……..Two!

AS: Ace with a kickout and Dillon is back in control here. Well, as much control as someone with limited talent like him can be…….

SP: He may not have much talent, but he’s holding his own here. With his title coming up on the line at Wrevolution, you got to imagine that Dillon may be thinking of Ace as a potential challenger in that match too, though I wouldn’t think of Ace as even being on Dillon’s level.

Dillon pulls Ace to his feet and nails a snap suplex that causes Ace to land on his side rather than his back. Dillon then gets up and starts raining some boots down onto Ace, though they seem to be having barely any effect at all. The crowd boos Dillon, who arrogantly smirks at them and then pulls Ace to his feet. He goes for a gut wrench power bomb on Ace, but Ace won’t go. He reaches out and grabs the middle rope, preventing anything from going on. He turns, then back body drops Dillon over the ropes. D’Angelo hits the apron and then rolls to the bar room floor with a tumble. He holds his lower back and we can hear an audible “oh shit” come from his mouth as he crawls over to the guard rail and pulls himself up.

AS: Ouch, that looks like it could have hurt…….and you know I’m not talking about Dillon’s offense hahahahahaha.

SP: Well Ace got lucky that time. He took advantage of a mistake from Dillon by getting too close to the ropes but Dillon’s the Southwestern Heavyweight Champion for a reason. He’s capable of rebounding from this, Artie.

Dillon pulls himself up and just as he looks up, Ace springs off the ropes and leaps over the top rope with a somersault senton to take him back down. The fans pop from this and Ace gets to his feet with a grin. He eyes Stu over at the announce table and waves to him before laying a few boots into Dillon. He picks him up and then rolls him into the ring. He crawls over to Dillon and rolls him over to make a cover. One……..Two…! Dillon gets a shoulder up. Ace nails a few closed fist strikes to Dillon’s skull and covers him again. One………Two….! Dillon kicks out. Ace pulls Dillon to his feet and nails a fisherman’s suplex. One……….Two…..! Dillon kicks out again. Ace strikes the mat several times before he gets up and goes to pull Dillon up. Dillon nails some shots to his midsection and gets up and nails some knife edged chops to Ace’s chest that cause the Texas Television Champion to wince. Ace tries to respond with one of his own, but Dillon blocks it and pulls Ace into him. He wraps his arms around him and goes for a belly to belly suplex but can’t seem to get Ace over at first. He lowers Ace down and then tries again and actually succeeds this time, sending Ace tumbling on the mat and into the corner.

AS: He seemed to have some trouble getting him up and over, but Dillon eventually managed to do it. It looked weird, but I guess it was effective……

SP: Oh yeah, he’s got Ace on the ropes now, Artie. I think it’s only a matter of time before Dillon establishes himself here in this match as being the true champion of RoP.

Ace gets up in the corner and Dillon comes charging in looking for a running splash. Ace moves and Dillon connects with the corner pads. He stumbles out into the middle of the ring and Ace gets out onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. When Dillon turns around, he leaps off looking for a missile dropkick but Dillon manages to step back, causing Ace to drop to the mat on his back. Dillon grabs Ace’s legs and drops down, locking in the figure four leglock. Ace is immediately screaming and howling in pain. As he tries desperately to reach out for the ropes. Dillon, meanwhile, has a smirk on his face and is yelling “tap out you son of a bitch”. Ace keeps shaking his head no. the ref asks him if he wants to give up and Ace refuses. He sits up and looks over at Dillon. Reaching over, Ace digs into his eye and Dillon screams as Ace continually rakes it.

AS: That is probably the most effective counter to the figure four that I have EVER seen…..

SP: Effective? I call it cowardly!

Dillon lets go of the leg lock and rolls over toward the ropes. He pulls himself up and turns just as Ace grabs him and goes for the Triple 7s. Dillon shoves him off. Ace stumbles forward, but then regains his balance and comes back at Dillon to nail The Flop. Dillon collapses onto the mat and the fans boo as Ace falls down on top of him and hooks both legs. One………Two………..NO! Dillon kicks out. Ace’s eyes are wide as he looks at the referee. He pulls Dillon up and whips him into the ropes. He catches him with a spine buster and stays on him for a pin. One……….Two……….NO! Dillon gets a shoulder up. Ace can be heard saying “shit” before he gets to his feet and pulls Dillon up. He goes for a vertical suplex on him, but Dillon counters and nails a snap suplex of his own, as well as his vertical suplex and brain buster. The fans pop a little as he concludes Dillon’s Deadly Drop and floats over on Ace with an arrogant smirk on his face.

AS: Dillon’s done it! Holy shit! He’s done it!

SP: Wait a damn minute……………..

One…………..Two…………NO! Bryan Deas is outside of the ring and has put Ace’s foot on the ropes. Dillon gets up and can be heard yelling “what in the hell?” He kicks at Deas and then reaches down to grab him by the hair. He pulls Deas up onto the apron, then drops him down throat first across the top rope with a hot shot. Deas falls down to the bar room floor. Dillon turns around and gets nailed with another Flop from Ace, who gets down on him right off to make the cover. One………..Two………..Three!

Traci Loveheart: Here is your winner ACE ANDREWS!



AS: Ace did it! Heh! He’s the dominant champion in RoP, he’s proved it!

SP: Yeah right, Deas helped him, Deas won that match…….

Suddenly, “Nightmare” comes across the speakers.

AS: What in the hell?

SP: What’s this about?

Shadow steps out from behind the curtains with a microphone in hand a title belt over each shoulder.

AS: “What is Shadow doing out here and what are those titles over his shoulders?

SP:“I have no idea, but he brought a microphone too so let’s hope he actually answers both questions for a change.”

Shadow lifts the microphone up as he stares at both men in the ring.

Shadow- “I said earlier that things were about to change for several people. Since shortly after I arrived here, I have been placed in tag match after tag match. Now at first I thought this may be to bolster the fledgling division, but it continues. Do you know what this says? (Shadow holds up one of the belts) It says Anarchy Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion, and this one (as he places the first belt down and lifts up the second one) says Non Stop Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion. Now I have tag titles as well. In one night alone captured both the Heavyweight and tag titles, in the same night. Now while I was sitting at Fort Ord recently, it finally hit me. Simon is trying to hide me and protect you two. Having felt first hand what I can do, he knows that neither of you two would survive.”

Shadow paces back forth a moment letting the words sink in

Shadow- “However, I don’t care about his thoughts or either of your two cretins survival. I am coming to take what I want, and I will carve a path of chaos through the entire Ring of Pride until I do. Now recently, I beat Terry Marvin. So the way I see it, I should be at the top of the list to face you next Dillion or maybe I can drop a little lower and decimate you Ace. Consider this your notice. Neither of you can not hide any longer. Simon can not protect you every moment of everyday. Mark this night well, for it is the beginning of your collective end. So it has been written. So it has been said.”

Shadow drop the microphone and holds up both title belts staring at the two in the ring, as “Nightmare” begins to play again.

AS: Damn, Shadow wants some singled gold here in RoP and I think he's frustrated with Simon.

SP: I kind of see his point. But this entire night has been about people staking a claim to Dillon's gold, Artie. This was a crazy night that started out with a bang with the Chaos Chamber getting announced and I think more than enough people have stepped up and staked a claim to it.

AS: I wouldn't wanna be the championship committee and having to pick people to step into the Chamber to face Dillon on November 15th.

SP: Indeed and folks.......it's bound to get crazier here in two weeks, catch you then!