Post by Simon on Nov 3, 2010 19:02:25 GMT -5
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RoP presents Meltdown
11/01/2010
Los Alamos County Fairgrounds
Los Alamos, NM
Attendance: 700
The live feed for Meltdown opens up with the image of Simon Sensation in front of a black backdrop. He looks at the camera for several moments and shakes his head.
Simon: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just two weeks away from the biggest show on the RoP calendar, Wrevolution. The main event of that show, as I’m sure you all know is a match of my own creation. A match that I fully intended on being a hellacious, brutal match when I made it. A spot in the Chaos Chamber is something that everybody in that RoP locker room has been vying for during the last few Meltdowns. Some people have made it in. Four as a matter of fact. But that number is about to change. Because right now, I’m going to announce to you the last person involved with the Chaos Chamber and the final person that will be challenging for the Southwestern Heavyweight Championship on the biggest card of the year for us.
He nods his head and is about to speak again when all of a sudden, we hear a door open and see Terry Marvin walk into the room.
Simon: Terry, what are you doing here?
Terry doesn’t say anything, but looks at the floor for a moment, then at Simon.
Terry: I just heard something that made me sick to my stomach. That stooge of yours Big Dog just told me that Bryan Deas is in the Chaos Chamber, please tell me that he’s joking?
Simon seems taken aback and shakes his head.
Simon: I had no choice but to do it! The man has won all of his matches lately and even beat Dillon, the freaking champion, what was I supposed to do?
Terry shakes his head at this and places both of his hands on his head.
Terry: So Deas makes it into the match and I don’t? Is that it? Huh? Is this what it’s come to? Bryan Deas is getting title shots before me now?
He takes a step toward Simon and raises his voice.
Terry: IF DEAS IS IN THAT MATCH, I BETTER BE IN THE DAMNED THING! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, SIMON, I THOUGHT WERE TIGHT BUT YOU’RE PUTTING DEAS BEFORE ME? DEAS?!
He pauses and takes a deep breath, calming down.
Terry: Put me in the freaking match, do it now or else Lucas Sensation and your stupid little thing with him will be the last of your worries…….
Simon looks sideways at Terry and shakes his head in disbelief.
Simon: Is that a threat?
Terry shrugs a shoulder.
Terry: Only if you want it to be one……..so what’s your choice?
Simon stares a hole through Terry for several moments before he finally heaves a sigh and shakes his head.
Simon: You’re in, fine……you and Deas are the last two entrants into it, you happy?
Terry nods his head silently with a huge, shitty smirk on his face as he backs up toward the door.
Terry: As a matter of fact, I am…….
We now go to the announce table, where Arturius Strong is smirking and Stu is shaking his head.
AS: Looks like T-Marv is in the Chaos Chamber, Stu!
SP: That is complete and utter bullshit, the man just went in there, threatened out boss and got handed a title shot. This is freaking ridiculous. Bryan Deas was supposed to be the final man in the match but Terry bullied his way into it basically.
AS: Well, speaking of Deas…….this is a Deas free Meltdown!
SP: Indeed it is, but we will see Lucas Sensation in action in a Falls Count Anywhere and Everywhere match against Project Kemical. Simon is going to be the referee and with Lucas and him at odds and on a collision course for Wrevolution, this may not be Lucas’ night.
AS: Plus we get to see that Gothic chick Paige take on……YOU!
SP: Yeah, I’m looking forward to this match up, Artie. This is going to answer a lot of questions that I have coming into tonight for myself. It’ll be interesting.
AS: And in the main event it will be a first round contest in the RoP Tag Team Championship tournament when The Red Dragons’ Rich and Tank take on the debuting duo of Storm Front!
SP: This will be one hell of a tag match, I guarantee you that much. But before all of that, let’s send things up to Traci for our opening bout!
TL: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on his way to the ring…….”The Shining Star” Anthony Royal!
“I Came to Play” hits and Royal walks out from the back to boos from the fans as he swaggers down to the ring and hops onto the apron.
AS: There’s something about this guy I like. He’s unbeaten thus far in an RoP ring and he’s got the swagger and moxie to go all the way to a title if you ask me.
SP: Well unfortunately, nobody did ask you…….
TL: And his opponent, from Hackensack, New Jersey…….”The Guido” DJ Clay!
The lights go down, An italian flag is illuminated on the stage. On the Screen we see a Cadillac shield and the name Clay on it. The music begins with a bit of spoken word... "Starting off in the southwest side of town... We find our boy DJ clay Fighting his way out of yet another sticky situation." The spot hits DJ standing on the stage head down but bumping to the music Slowly the chant of DJ Clay fades in with the chant continuing for 20 seconds. His head is down the whole time his fist pumps in the air to the cheer. There is a loud cheer, His head raises with a Guido's smile. The lyrics begin to flow:
"Ever since i was young,
I been around guns,
I was born in the Hood,
Can't help where i'm from,
Heartbeat like a drum
In the Beat just for yall
and my blood off in each and every sound
I'll beat your stuff
If you wanna get tough
We a hundred mile deep
with the guns and the jags
Got the things that boom
even things that cut
'swhy we all where we at
And you all where you not..."
He walks down the ramp slowly shaking out his arms and Listening to his Manager Linn. He cracks his neck and keeps walking slowly.
Double laced till the day
I'm face down in my own
Let 'em bleed till they bleed
In a puddle of they own...
He begins his walk around the ring looking at the crowd as the song hits it's hook
"YOU AINT FROM ROUND HERE
YOU GET LET DOWN HERE
THIS IS THAT SOUND... *pop pop pop pop*
WE ALL FEAR"
He jumps up ont to the apron and Hops over the ropes as the hok repeats 3 times with him going to each corner telling the crowd he ain't goin nowhere...
AS: Here’s the wanna be Jersey Shore rip off. It seems like every company has one of these nowadays, don’t it? Talk about a sucky fad………
SP: Say what you want but his record speaks for itself. This man has really torn a path through Ring of Pride and he’s starting to come into his own.
The bell rings and both men lock up. This favors the technically minded Clay, who gets behind Star with a waistlock and nails a takedown. He goes for a front facelock on Royal, who battles to his feet and nails some shots to Clay’s gut. He moves enough where Clay has to switch his hold to a side headlock before he gets shoved into the ropes. As he comes back, Royal leaps up with a dropkick that sends Clay into the ropes again. Royal gets down this time and goes for a monkey flip, but Clay spins around on Royal’s feet, lands on his own and lifts Royal up, but Royal uses the momentum to actually come back and get big air as he drops down and nails a monkey flip this time. Clay hits the mat hard and uses the ropes to get up. He reaches his feet and Royal nails some kicks to his thigh and then nails a spinning heel kick that sends Clay to the outside of the ring. With Clay getting up on the floor, Royal springs off the ropes and then leaps in the air, twirling his body around with a vaulting moonsault onto Clay that draws some “ooohhhsss” from the crowd. Royal gets up, nails some clubbing shots on Clay and rolls him into the ring. Royal climbs onto the apron and then onto the turnbuckle as he waits for Clay to get up. Clay does and turns just as Royal comes off with a cross body, but Clay leaps up and nails a dropkick of his own that catches Royal in the chest!
AS: Ouch! The Guido grew a brain and actually saw that one coming, didn’t he?
SP: Give the man credit, he’s a hell of a wrestler but that was no picture perfect counter or anything, it was more like desperation.
Both men are down as the referee counts. One…….Two……..Three………Four! Royal rolls over and Clay starts to move, rolling onto his stomach and then using his arms to slowly get himself up. Five…….Six………Seven! Clay is making it to his knees as Royal is using the ropes to get up. Eight………Nine! Clay has made it up and just as Royal gets up, holding his chest, Clay comes behind him and nails a huge bridging German suplex. One……..Two! Royal kicks out! Royal gets to his feet and Clay comes at him with a clothesline! Royal ducks, hooks Clay’s arms and flips him over and onto his feet in front of him! With that, Royal leaps up with a stiff kick to the side of Clay’s head that takes him down like a giant redwood! Royal turns him over and hooks a leg. One……….Two! Clay kicks out! Royal shakes his head as he pulls Clay to his feet, grabs him by the head and sticks his feet out to spring off the corner turnbuckle to go for a tornado DDT. Clay tosses him off of him and onto his feet. Royal turns and walks right into a side belly to belly suplex from Clay, who stays on him for a cover. One………Two! Royal kicks out!
AS: Good god! These two are throwing whatever they got at each other here in the early going!
SP: Yeah and with this pace and these kind of moves, they’ve not even been in there five minutes but for them I’d bet it seems like they’ve been in there fifteen.
Clay picks Royal up and underhooks both of his arms. He falls back and plants him with a cradled DDT. Royal snaps back onto the mat in a laying position. Clay gets up and nails some stomps to him before he grabs him by the feet and seems to think about going for a submission, but instead decides to fall back and flip Royal into the ropes. Royal somehow manages to land on the middle rope upright. He steps up onto the top rope and comes back onto Clay with a moonsault press and he goes for the pin, quickly grabbing a leg. One……….Two……..! Clay kicks out! The crowd is clapping now as Royal gets to his knees and glares at the referee. He goes to pick Clay up, but Clay springs up, grabs Royal and rolls him up! One………..Two….! Royal kicks out! Clay gets out of the cradle, but stays on the side of Royal. He seems to be going for a crossface, but Royal quickly scampers to the ropes. The ref forces Clay to back up, which he does. He then closes in as Royal is getting up and goes to pull him away from the ropes and into the mat hard, but Royal somehow manages to overturn himself with a flip and land on his feet. Clay is take aback by this for a moment and it allows Royal to jump up and nail a hurricanrana! One……..Two…………NO! Clay gets out of it!
AS: And The Guido fist pumps his way out of another pin attempt!
SP: Hey , say what you want but these two are stealing the show right now. I’m feeling a crap load of pressure now knowing I have to follow this later tonight!
Royal pulls Clay up and nails some chops to his chest as the fans go “whooooo” with each one. He then grabs Clay by the arm and sends him into a corner. He comes in after him and nails a clothesline. He hangs his legs in the ropes and as Clay stumbles out, Royal slides through the ropes and skins the cat. He gets his feet onto the middle rope. He steps up onto the top rope, but Clay seems to be ready for it, comes charging and shoves Royal off the top rope and crashing into the steel barricade around ringside. An “RoP” chant breaks out as we get a replay of the fall suffered by Royal. Clay gets to his knees to catch his breath in the ring as the ref starts to count. One……..Two……..Three………Four……….Five………..Six……..Seven. Royal has managed to crawl to the ring and is trying to use the skirting of the ring to get up, though he’s holding his ribs. Eight……….Nine…………Royal just rolls into the ring on time, though Clay greets him with boots to his rib area. Royal holds onto his midsection and screams in pain as Clay grabs his hand, holds his arm up and viciously kicks at his midsection, causing Royal to yelp with each shot.
AS: Ouch, Royal is hurt but look at him. He’s still in there fight, ain’t he? What a trooper!
SP: I’m sure Clay would too if he got hurt, Artie. Royal just managed to save the match and avoid a loss, but he’s paying for it now.
Clay then wraps his legs around Royal’s arm for an armbar. Royal quickly contorts his body so that his feet get on the bottom rope and the ref makes Clay break the hold. Royal is slow to get up, though and is holding his rib cage. Clay nails some shots to it, followed by some vicious kicks. He sends Royal into the ropes and looks for a cross body, but Royal leap frogs over him and as Clay looks up, catches him with a leg scissors around his head that he turns into almost a DDT-like move. Clay gets spiked onto the mat head first and Royal crawls on top of him for a pin. One………..Two………….NO! Clay gets a shoulder up!
AS: How is that damned Guido kicking out?
SP: He’s shown us time and time again just how much fight he has, this shouldn’t be surprising at all, Artie.
Clay rolls over and Royal yells at the referee as he pulls Clay up, but gets rocked with some shots for his troubles. Clay rears back and nails some knife edged chops to Royal that send him stumbling back against the ropes. Clay charges in looking for a clothesline, but Royal lowers a shoulder and goes to back body drop Clay to the apron, though Clay lands on the apron on his feet. The fans cheer and clap as Clay rushes into a corner and climbs to the top rope. He gets ready to fly at Royal, who becomes aware of his perch and runs into the ropes to crotch Clay on the top rope. Clay’s eyes are wide and his mouth is open as Royal rushes in and leaps up, nailing his Royal Mutilation on Clay and pulling him from the top rope in the process.
AS: HOLY SHIT!
SP: My god………that Royal Mutilation shook the ring and Clay’s brain as well, I think!
Royal rolls Clay over and hooks a leg. One………..Two………..Three!
TL: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match……..ANTHONY ROYAL!
We see Eric Hancock walking down the hallway backstage. He stops one of the backstage agents.
Eric- “Hey have you seen Simon?”
The guy quickly shakes his head no and Eric continues on. He rounds the corner and sees Shadow sitting in a crate.
Eric- “Shadow, where is Simon?”
Shadow looks up, almost staring right through Eric and then looks away.
Eric- “Hey I’m talking to you. Have you seen Simon or not?”
Shadow gets down from the crate and looks at Eric again.
Shadow- “It is not my place to be the keeper of others creations.”
Eric- “What? I don’t have time for your psychobabble.”
Eric storms past Shadow. As he passes by, Shadow picks up a ken do stick from the crate and blast Eric in the back of his head. As Eric doubles over, Shadow cracks the stick across his back.
As Eric is crawling away, Shadow follows.
Shadow- “Do you have time now Eric?”
Shadow cracks him across the back again. He drops the stick and grabs Eric by the head, lifting him up. Then he throws Eric face first into the wall. As Eric staggers back, Shadow grabs his head and smashes it into the wall again, busting him open.
Shadow -”How about now Eric? I am going to use you as an example to Simon and everyone elsewhere in RoP. Everyone will see what happens when you receive my full attention.”
As Eric is trying to get back up, Shadow nails him with the Shaded. He reaches into his coat and pulls out an icepick. He begins to dig it into Eric’s head while he begins to scream. Finally security arrive and try to pry Shadow off of Eric. As they get the pick away and start to lift Shadow up, he starts kicking and stomping on Eric’s head and face. Finally, they get Shadow completely away from Eric and begin to look after him. Shadow just stares down and slightly smirks. As more officials arrive, Shadow walks off.
Security- “My god, someone get the trainer now.”
TL: The following match is a Falls Count Anywhere and Everywhere match that is scheduled for one fall to a finish. Introducing first, already in the ring, the referee for this match……Simon Sensation!
Simon is wearing a referee shirt as he smirks to the crowd and cracks his wrist real quick.
AS: The boss is ready to call this one down the middle, Stu……
SP: My ass……he’s gonna screw Lucas over before their Hangman’s Horror match in two weeks at the Wrevolution internet pay per view. This ain’t right!
TL: Introducing the first competitor……from Kilgore, Texas……”The Real Deal” Lucas Sensation!
“Burn it to the Ground” hits and Lucas comes out from the back to cheers. He stands there for a moment with a grim look on his face as he looks down to the ring and shakes his head. Finally, he bursts out in a run toward the ring and the fans erupt with cheers as she slides into the ring and goes right after Simon.
AS: What in the hell? He should be disqualified for this, that son of a bitch! This ain’t fair!
SP: Simon ain’t fair! He’s getting what he deserves, Artie. He tilted this match away from Lucas’ favor by putting himself in it and Lucas knows that, I think he’s trying to take Simon out.
The fans cheer as Lucas clotheslines Simon over the ropes and to the floor. Simon lands on his feet and stumbles toward the entrance way as Lucas gets out of the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper. He goes after Simon, who’s resting against a guard rail and wails him in the head with it. Simon collapses into a sitting position and Lucas raises the chair for another strike when it’s grabbed from behind. It’s his opponent, Project Kemical! The fans boo as the massive Kemical nails Lucas in the head with the chair and then grabs him by the arm and fires him across the aisle and into the guard railing on the other side. Lucas is gasping for breath when Kemical rushes over and nails a big boot that sends him into the first row of fans.
AS: This match hasn’t even begun, I don’t think and Lucas has already gotten his ass handed to him. Heh.
SP: This match is far from over, I can tell you that much right now.
Kemical steps over the guard rail and as security forces fans back, picks up Lucas and then hip tosses him onto a bunch of empty chairs, causing them to collapse like dominoes. Lucas holds his kidney area as he rolls off the chairs, but Kemical nails some kicks to his side and pulls him up. He then lifts him high above his head and casually walks over toward the entrance set up. Without hesitation and with fluidity, he chucks Lucas like a lawn dart into the large metal X that stands on the right side of the entrance set up. The X tumbles down and the crowd starts a “holy shit” chant as we get a few replays of the toss. Kemical gets down like he’s about to pin Lucas, but Simon…..now joining them, stops him and barks at him “kill him, I want you to kill him!”.
AS: Hahahahaha, it’s not over for Lucas yet, is it?
SP: Did he just say he wants Kemical to kill Lucas? Come on! This is fucked up, Lucas don’t deserve this, Artie. Nobody does.
Kemical shifts through the rubble of the X and picks Lucas up by the head. Lucas’ skull is bleeding as Kemical lets go and lets him teeter in place. Lucas suddenly lunges at Kemical with a bunch of shots to the chest and even a gouge to eye that draws some cheers from the crowd, but Simon low blows him from behind and throws him through the curtain of the entrance way and shoves Kemical after him. The big man is still checking his eyes, but Simon stays on Lucas with some stiff kicks before he grabs Lucas from behind and goes for a reverse neck breaker on the concrete. Lucas rolls through and pulls Simon into a power slam Simon writhes in pain and holds on to his back as Lucas gets up. He turns around, though and Kemical catches him with a running boot that sends him tumbling into the wall.
AS: Poor Lucas, he just hit a brick wall didn’t he? Hahahahaha!
SP: This isn’t funny, this is disturbing, folks. This is really disturbing. I can only hope that this asshole gets what's coming to him in time........
Lucas gets up from his knees and turns as Kemical comes rushing in, but he drops down and drop toe holds the big man face first into the brick wall. Kemical is motionless as Lucas rolls him over and looks for the pin. The crowd counts “One……..Two………Three” but as Lucas looks up, Simon is on his knees and flipping him off. Lucas gets to a knee and shakes his head before jumping at Simon and attacking him again. He throws him into a door and then charges at him, spearing him so hard that the door comes off it’s hinges. Lucas. Simon screams in pain as Lucas gets up and stares down at him before screaming “You deserved it, you bastard, you deserved it”. Lucas turns and Kemical is up. He grabs Lucas around the neck and backs him down a hallway. He shoves Lucas back against a garage door and then grabs plastic chair from a nearby table and chucks it at him. Lucas stumbles away from the door and Kemical lifts him up and then drops him with a nasty gorilla power slam. Lucas is motionless as Kemical gets up and looks around, seemingly looking for Simon.
AS: Fuckingay, Simon’s not there! The pin can’t be made! This is an injustice!
SP: Well ain’t the biggest wrong that’s been done in this match, I can tell you that now.
Kemical spots referee Richard Dent walking by and grabs him. Richard’s eyes get wide and Kemical tosses him to the ground and then covers Lucas. One……….Two……………NO! Lucas kicks out! Kemical can’t seem to believe it. He goes to pick Lucas up, but Lucas goes old school on him and nails a low blow, then another! The big man’s eyes are wide. He stumbles back, allowing Lucas to make it to his feet. He walks over to a small group of pallets that are about five high and seems like he may collapse on them. Just as he looks up, though, Kemical is pissed off and charges at him. From out of nowhere, Lucas manages to lift him up just enough and spin him around to draw a huge eruption of cheers from the crowd as Kemical goes through the pallets with a Sensation Drop! Lucas drops down and makes the cover on Kemical. One……..Two………Three!
TL: The winner of the match, LUCAS SENSATION!
AS: NO! NO! NO! SON OF A BITCH! THIS CAN’T BE!
SP: Kemical’s unbeaten streak has come to an end courtesy of Lucas Sensation! Holy shit, this young man has a world of momentum going into the biggest show of the year, will he be able to keep it up in that Hangman’s Horror match between him and Simon is the question!
AS: He better! If he loses, he’s done! It’s over and by it, I mean his pathetic little career!
We go backstage to where Devon Saturday is standing by with Mick Garrity, who is grinning like a mad man.
DS: Ladies and germs, I am standing here with Mick Garrity, one of the members of the RoP Championship Committee with Simon Sensation and Big Dog. Mick, why did you request this interview time?
Mick grins at Devon and holds up a piece of paper in his hand.
MG: During the last meeting of the Championship Committee, we made perhaps the biggest decision that we ever have collectively. You see, the supershow in two weeks, Wrevolution……it’s going to be the last bi monthly supershow put on by Ring of Pride. From now on, RoP will offer four internet pay per views a year and that will start in 2011. That being said, we all wanted to end this year with as much of a bang as we could make it.
He pauses and takes a deep breath.
MG: That is why we decided on having the last Meltdown of the year being a special “Final Clash 2010” super edition of Meltdown. On that night, we will see a special tournament unfold, Devon. The weeks before, teams will be chosen at random and placed in a one night only tournament. We’ll see these teams clash in a series of matches against each other. Once a team loses, they’re gone from the event. But winning, that will get your team into an every man for himself battle royal at the end of the night and what will be on the line for this battle royal, you may be asking?
He chuckles to himself and wags the rolled up paper in his hands at Devon.
MG: That’s for me to know and you to find out when the time is right……….
Devon nods his head with a grimace on his face.
DS: There you have it. Supershows around here have even more importance and we now know that in December on the final Meltdown of the year, we’ll see teams created at random clash with the winners facing off in a battle for royal for some kind of prize. Back to you guys at ringside.
Red is a segment
RoP presents Meltdown
11/01/2010
Los Alamos County Fairgrounds
Los Alamos, NM
Attendance: 700
The live feed for Meltdown opens up with the image of Simon Sensation in front of a black backdrop. He looks at the camera for several moments and shakes his head.
Simon: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just two weeks away from the biggest show on the RoP calendar, Wrevolution. The main event of that show, as I’m sure you all know is a match of my own creation. A match that I fully intended on being a hellacious, brutal match when I made it. A spot in the Chaos Chamber is something that everybody in that RoP locker room has been vying for during the last few Meltdowns. Some people have made it in. Four as a matter of fact. But that number is about to change. Because right now, I’m going to announce to you the last person involved with the Chaos Chamber and the final person that will be challenging for the Southwestern Heavyweight Championship on the biggest card of the year for us.
He nods his head and is about to speak again when all of a sudden, we hear a door open and see Terry Marvin walk into the room.
Simon: Terry, what are you doing here?
Terry doesn’t say anything, but looks at the floor for a moment, then at Simon.
Terry: I just heard something that made me sick to my stomach. That stooge of yours Big Dog just told me that Bryan Deas is in the Chaos Chamber, please tell me that he’s joking?
Simon seems taken aback and shakes his head.
Simon: I had no choice but to do it! The man has won all of his matches lately and even beat Dillon, the freaking champion, what was I supposed to do?
Terry shakes his head at this and places both of his hands on his head.
Terry: So Deas makes it into the match and I don’t? Is that it? Huh? Is this what it’s come to? Bryan Deas is getting title shots before me now?
He takes a step toward Simon and raises his voice.
Terry: IF DEAS IS IN THAT MATCH, I BETTER BE IN THE DAMNED THING! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, SIMON, I THOUGHT WERE TIGHT BUT YOU’RE PUTTING DEAS BEFORE ME? DEAS?!
He pauses and takes a deep breath, calming down.
Terry: Put me in the freaking match, do it now or else Lucas Sensation and your stupid little thing with him will be the last of your worries…….
Simon looks sideways at Terry and shakes his head in disbelief.
Simon: Is that a threat?
Terry shrugs a shoulder.
Terry: Only if you want it to be one……..so what’s your choice?
Simon stares a hole through Terry for several moments before he finally heaves a sigh and shakes his head.
Simon: You’re in, fine……you and Deas are the last two entrants into it, you happy?
Terry nods his head silently with a huge, shitty smirk on his face as he backs up toward the door.
Terry: As a matter of fact, I am…….
We now go to the announce table, where Arturius Strong is smirking and Stu is shaking his head.
AS: Looks like T-Marv is in the Chaos Chamber, Stu!
SP: That is complete and utter bullshit, the man just went in there, threatened out boss and got handed a title shot. This is freaking ridiculous. Bryan Deas was supposed to be the final man in the match but Terry bullied his way into it basically.
AS: Well, speaking of Deas…….this is a Deas free Meltdown!
SP: Indeed it is, but we will see Lucas Sensation in action in a Falls Count Anywhere and Everywhere match against Project Kemical. Simon is going to be the referee and with Lucas and him at odds and on a collision course for Wrevolution, this may not be Lucas’ night.
AS: Plus we get to see that Gothic chick Paige take on……YOU!
SP: Yeah, I’m looking forward to this match up, Artie. This is going to answer a lot of questions that I have coming into tonight for myself. It’ll be interesting.
AS: And in the main event it will be a first round contest in the RoP Tag Team Championship tournament when The Red Dragons’ Rich and Tank take on the debuting duo of Storm Front!
SP: This will be one hell of a tag match, I guarantee you that much. But before all of that, let’s send things up to Traci for our opening bout!
TL: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, on his way to the ring…….”The Shining Star” Anthony Royal!
“I Came to Play” hits and Royal walks out from the back to boos from the fans as he swaggers down to the ring and hops onto the apron.
AS: There’s something about this guy I like. He’s unbeaten thus far in an RoP ring and he’s got the swagger and moxie to go all the way to a title if you ask me.
SP: Well unfortunately, nobody did ask you…….
TL: And his opponent, from Hackensack, New Jersey…….”The Guido” DJ Clay!
The lights go down, An italian flag is illuminated on the stage. On the Screen we see a Cadillac shield and the name Clay on it. The music begins with a bit of spoken word... "Starting off in the southwest side of town... We find our boy DJ clay Fighting his way out of yet another sticky situation." The spot hits DJ standing on the stage head down but bumping to the music Slowly the chant of DJ Clay fades in with the chant continuing for 20 seconds. His head is down the whole time his fist pumps in the air to the cheer. There is a loud cheer, His head raises with a Guido's smile. The lyrics begin to flow:
"Ever since i was young,
I been around guns,
I was born in the Hood,
Can't help where i'm from,
Heartbeat like a drum
In the Beat just for yall
and my blood off in each and every sound
I'll beat your stuff
If you wanna get tough
We a hundred mile deep
with the guns and the jags
Got the things that boom
even things that cut
'swhy we all where we at
And you all where you not..."
He walks down the ramp slowly shaking out his arms and Listening to his Manager Linn. He cracks his neck and keeps walking slowly.
Double laced till the day
I'm face down in my own
Let 'em bleed till they bleed
In a puddle of they own...
He begins his walk around the ring looking at the crowd as the song hits it's hook
"YOU AINT FROM ROUND HERE
YOU GET LET DOWN HERE
THIS IS THAT SOUND... *pop pop pop pop*
WE ALL FEAR"
He jumps up ont to the apron and Hops over the ropes as the hok repeats 3 times with him going to each corner telling the crowd he ain't goin nowhere...
AS: Here’s the wanna be Jersey Shore rip off. It seems like every company has one of these nowadays, don’t it? Talk about a sucky fad………
SP: Say what you want but his record speaks for itself. This man has really torn a path through Ring of Pride and he’s starting to come into his own.
The bell rings and both men lock up. This favors the technically minded Clay, who gets behind Star with a waistlock and nails a takedown. He goes for a front facelock on Royal, who battles to his feet and nails some shots to Clay’s gut. He moves enough where Clay has to switch his hold to a side headlock before he gets shoved into the ropes. As he comes back, Royal leaps up with a dropkick that sends Clay into the ropes again. Royal gets down this time and goes for a monkey flip, but Clay spins around on Royal’s feet, lands on his own and lifts Royal up, but Royal uses the momentum to actually come back and get big air as he drops down and nails a monkey flip this time. Clay hits the mat hard and uses the ropes to get up. He reaches his feet and Royal nails some kicks to his thigh and then nails a spinning heel kick that sends Clay to the outside of the ring. With Clay getting up on the floor, Royal springs off the ropes and then leaps in the air, twirling his body around with a vaulting moonsault onto Clay that draws some “ooohhhsss” from the crowd. Royal gets up, nails some clubbing shots on Clay and rolls him into the ring. Royal climbs onto the apron and then onto the turnbuckle as he waits for Clay to get up. Clay does and turns just as Royal comes off with a cross body, but Clay leaps up and nails a dropkick of his own that catches Royal in the chest!
AS: Ouch! The Guido grew a brain and actually saw that one coming, didn’t he?
SP: Give the man credit, he’s a hell of a wrestler but that was no picture perfect counter or anything, it was more like desperation.
Both men are down as the referee counts. One…….Two……..Three………Four! Royal rolls over and Clay starts to move, rolling onto his stomach and then using his arms to slowly get himself up. Five…….Six………Seven! Clay is making it to his knees as Royal is using the ropes to get up. Eight………Nine! Clay has made it up and just as Royal gets up, holding his chest, Clay comes behind him and nails a huge bridging German suplex. One……..Two! Royal kicks out! Royal gets to his feet and Clay comes at him with a clothesline! Royal ducks, hooks Clay’s arms and flips him over and onto his feet in front of him! With that, Royal leaps up with a stiff kick to the side of Clay’s head that takes him down like a giant redwood! Royal turns him over and hooks a leg. One……….Two! Clay kicks out! Royal shakes his head as he pulls Clay to his feet, grabs him by the head and sticks his feet out to spring off the corner turnbuckle to go for a tornado DDT. Clay tosses him off of him and onto his feet. Royal turns and walks right into a side belly to belly suplex from Clay, who stays on him for a cover. One………Two! Royal kicks out!
AS: Good god! These two are throwing whatever they got at each other here in the early going!
SP: Yeah and with this pace and these kind of moves, they’ve not even been in there five minutes but for them I’d bet it seems like they’ve been in there fifteen.
Clay picks Royal up and underhooks both of his arms. He falls back and plants him with a cradled DDT. Royal snaps back onto the mat in a laying position. Clay gets up and nails some stomps to him before he grabs him by the feet and seems to think about going for a submission, but instead decides to fall back and flip Royal into the ropes. Royal somehow manages to land on the middle rope upright. He steps up onto the top rope and comes back onto Clay with a moonsault press and he goes for the pin, quickly grabbing a leg. One……….Two……..! Clay kicks out! The crowd is clapping now as Royal gets to his knees and glares at the referee. He goes to pick Clay up, but Clay springs up, grabs Royal and rolls him up! One………..Two….! Royal kicks out! Clay gets out of the cradle, but stays on the side of Royal. He seems to be going for a crossface, but Royal quickly scampers to the ropes. The ref forces Clay to back up, which he does. He then closes in as Royal is getting up and goes to pull him away from the ropes and into the mat hard, but Royal somehow manages to overturn himself with a flip and land on his feet. Clay is take aback by this for a moment and it allows Royal to jump up and nail a hurricanrana! One……..Two…………NO! Clay gets out of it!
AS: And The Guido fist pumps his way out of another pin attempt!
SP: Hey , say what you want but these two are stealing the show right now. I’m feeling a crap load of pressure now knowing I have to follow this later tonight!
Royal pulls Clay up and nails some chops to his chest as the fans go “whooooo” with each one. He then grabs Clay by the arm and sends him into a corner. He comes in after him and nails a clothesline. He hangs his legs in the ropes and as Clay stumbles out, Royal slides through the ropes and skins the cat. He gets his feet onto the middle rope. He steps up onto the top rope, but Clay seems to be ready for it, comes charging and shoves Royal off the top rope and crashing into the steel barricade around ringside. An “RoP” chant breaks out as we get a replay of the fall suffered by Royal. Clay gets to his knees to catch his breath in the ring as the ref starts to count. One……..Two……..Three………Four……….Five………..Six……..Seven. Royal has managed to crawl to the ring and is trying to use the skirting of the ring to get up, though he’s holding his ribs. Eight……….Nine…………Royal just rolls into the ring on time, though Clay greets him with boots to his rib area. Royal holds onto his midsection and screams in pain as Clay grabs his hand, holds his arm up and viciously kicks at his midsection, causing Royal to yelp with each shot.
AS: Ouch, Royal is hurt but look at him. He’s still in there fight, ain’t he? What a trooper!
SP: I’m sure Clay would too if he got hurt, Artie. Royal just managed to save the match and avoid a loss, but he’s paying for it now.
Clay then wraps his legs around Royal’s arm for an armbar. Royal quickly contorts his body so that his feet get on the bottom rope and the ref makes Clay break the hold. Royal is slow to get up, though and is holding his rib cage. Clay nails some shots to it, followed by some vicious kicks. He sends Royal into the ropes and looks for a cross body, but Royal leap frogs over him and as Clay looks up, catches him with a leg scissors around his head that he turns into almost a DDT-like move. Clay gets spiked onto the mat head first and Royal crawls on top of him for a pin. One………..Two………….NO! Clay gets a shoulder up!
AS: How is that damned Guido kicking out?
SP: He’s shown us time and time again just how much fight he has, this shouldn’t be surprising at all, Artie.
Clay rolls over and Royal yells at the referee as he pulls Clay up, but gets rocked with some shots for his troubles. Clay rears back and nails some knife edged chops to Royal that send him stumbling back against the ropes. Clay charges in looking for a clothesline, but Royal lowers a shoulder and goes to back body drop Clay to the apron, though Clay lands on the apron on his feet. The fans cheer and clap as Clay rushes into a corner and climbs to the top rope. He gets ready to fly at Royal, who becomes aware of his perch and runs into the ropes to crotch Clay on the top rope. Clay’s eyes are wide and his mouth is open as Royal rushes in and leaps up, nailing his Royal Mutilation on Clay and pulling him from the top rope in the process.
AS: HOLY SHIT!
SP: My god………that Royal Mutilation shook the ring and Clay’s brain as well, I think!
Royal rolls Clay over and hooks a leg. One………..Two………..Three!
TL: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match……..ANTHONY ROYAL!
We see Eric Hancock walking down the hallway backstage. He stops one of the backstage agents.
Eric- “Hey have you seen Simon?”
The guy quickly shakes his head no and Eric continues on. He rounds the corner and sees Shadow sitting in a crate.
Eric- “Shadow, where is Simon?”
Shadow looks up, almost staring right through Eric and then looks away.
Eric- “Hey I’m talking to you. Have you seen Simon or not?”
Shadow gets down from the crate and looks at Eric again.
Shadow- “It is not my place to be the keeper of others creations.”
Eric- “What? I don’t have time for your psychobabble.”
Eric storms past Shadow. As he passes by, Shadow picks up a ken do stick from the crate and blast Eric in the back of his head. As Eric doubles over, Shadow cracks the stick across his back.
As Eric is crawling away, Shadow follows.
Shadow- “Do you have time now Eric?”
Shadow cracks him across the back again. He drops the stick and grabs Eric by the head, lifting him up. Then he throws Eric face first into the wall. As Eric staggers back, Shadow grabs his head and smashes it into the wall again, busting him open.
Shadow -”How about now Eric? I am going to use you as an example to Simon and everyone elsewhere in RoP. Everyone will see what happens when you receive my full attention.”
As Eric is trying to get back up, Shadow nails him with the Shaded. He reaches into his coat and pulls out an icepick. He begins to dig it into Eric’s head while he begins to scream. Finally security arrive and try to pry Shadow off of Eric. As they get the pick away and start to lift Shadow up, he starts kicking and stomping on Eric’s head and face. Finally, they get Shadow completely away from Eric and begin to look after him. Shadow just stares down and slightly smirks. As more officials arrive, Shadow walks off.
Security- “My god, someone get the trainer now.”
TL: The following match is a Falls Count Anywhere and Everywhere match that is scheduled for one fall to a finish. Introducing first, already in the ring, the referee for this match……Simon Sensation!
Simon is wearing a referee shirt as he smirks to the crowd and cracks his wrist real quick.
AS: The boss is ready to call this one down the middle, Stu……
SP: My ass……he’s gonna screw Lucas over before their Hangman’s Horror match in two weeks at the Wrevolution internet pay per view. This ain’t right!
TL: Introducing the first competitor……from Kilgore, Texas……”The Real Deal” Lucas Sensation!
“Burn it to the Ground” hits and Lucas comes out from the back to cheers. He stands there for a moment with a grim look on his face as he looks down to the ring and shakes his head. Finally, he bursts out in a run toward the ring and the fans erupt with cheers as she slides into the ring and goes right after Simon.
AS: What in the hell? He should be disqualified for this, that son of a bitch! This ain’t fair!
SP: Simon ain’t fair! He’s getting what he deserves, Artie. He tilted this match away from Lucas’ favor by putting himself in it and Lucas knows that, I think he’s trying to take Simon out.
The fans cheer as Lucas clotheslines Simon over the ropes and to the floor. Simon lands on his feet and stumbles toward the entrance way as Lucas gets out of the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper. He goes after Simon, who’s resting against a guard rail and wails him in the head with it. Simon collapses into a sitting position and Lucas raises the chair for another strike when it’s grabbed from behind. It’s his opponent, Project Kemical! The fans boo as the massive Kemical nails Lucas in the head with the chair and then grabs him by the arm and fires him across the aisle and into the guard railing on the other side. Lucas is gasping for breath when Kemical rushes over and nails a big boot that sends him into the first row of fans.
AS: This match hasn’t even begun, I don’t think and Lucas has already gotten his ass handed to him. Heh.
SP: This match is far from over, I can tell you that much right now.
Kemical steps over the guard rail and as security forces fans back, picks up Lucas and then hip tosses him onto a bunch of empty chairs, causing them to collapse like dominoes. Lucas holds his kidney area as he rolls off the chairs, but Kemical nails some kicks to his side and pulls him up. He then lifts him high above his head and casually walks over toward the entrance set up. Without hesitation and with fluidity, he chucks Lucas like a lawn dart into the large metal X that stands on the right side of the entrance set up. The X tumbles down and the crowd starts a “holy shit” chant as we get a few replays of the toss. Kemical gets down like he’s about to pin Lucas, but Simon…..now joining them, stops him and barks at him “kill him, I want you to kill him!”.
AS: Hahahahaha, it’s not over for Lucas yet, is it?
SP: Did he just say he wants Kemical to kill Lucas? Come on! This is fucked up, Lucas don’t deserve this, Artie. Nobody does.
Kemical shifts through the rubble of the X and picks Lucas up by the head. Lucas’ skull is bleeding as Kemical lets go and lets him teeter in place. Lucas suddenly lunges at Kemical with a bunch of shots to the chest and even a gouge to eye that draws some cheers from the crowd, but Simon low blows him from behind and throws him through the curtain of the entrance way and shoves Kemical after him. The big man is still checking his eyes, but Simon stays on Lucas with some stiff kicks before he grabs Lucas from behind and goes for a reverse neck breaker on the concrete. Lucas rolls through and pulls Simon into a power slam Simon writhes in pain and holds on to his back as Lucas gets up. He turns around, though and Kemical catches him with a running boot that sends him tumbling into the wall.
AS: Poor Lucas, he just hit a brick wall didn’t he? Hahahahaha!
SP: This isn’t funny, this is disturbing, folks. This is really disturbing. I can only hope that this asshole gets what's coming to him in time........
Lucas gets up from his knees and turns as Kemical comes rushing in, but he drops down and drop toe holds the big man face first into the brick wall. Kemical is motionless as Lucas rolls him over and looks for the pin. The crowd counts “One……..Two………Three” but as Lucas looks up, Simon is on his knees and flipping him off. Lucas gets to a knee and shakes his head before jumping at Simon and attacking him again. He throws him into a door and then charges at him, spearing him so hard that the door comes off it’s hinges. Lucas. Simon screams in pain as Lucas gets up and stares down at him before screaming “You deserved it, you bastard, you deserved it”. Lucas turns and Kemical is up. He grabs Lucas around the neck and backs him down a hallway. He shoves Lucas back against a garage door and then grabs plastic chair from a nearby table and chucks it at him. Lucas stumbles away from the door and Kemical lifts him up and then drops him with a nasty gorilla power slam. Lucas is motionless as Kemical gets up and looks around, seemingly looking for Simon.
AS: Fuckingay, Simon’s not there! The pin can’t be made! This is an injustice!
SP: Well ain’t the biggest wrong that’s been done in this match, I can tell you that now.
Kemical spots referee Richard Dent walking by and grabs him. Richard’s eyes get wide and Kemical tosses him to the ground and then covers Lucas. One……….Two……………NO! Lucas kicks out! Kemical can’t seem to believe it. He goes to pick Lucas up, but Lucas goes old school on him and nails a low blow, then another! The big man’s eyes are wide. He stumbles back, allowing Lucas to make it to his feet. He walks over to a small group of pallets that are about five high and seems like he may collapse on them. Just as he looks up, though, Kemical is pissed off and charges at him. From out of nowhere, Lucas manages to lift him up just enough and spin him around to draw a huge eruption of cheers from the crowd as Kemical goes through the pallets with a Sensation Drop! Lucas drops down and makes the cover on Kemical. One……..Two………Three!
TL: The winner of the match, LUCAS SENSATION!
AS: NO! NO! NO! SON OF A BITCH! THIS CAN’T BE!
SP: Kemical’s unbeaten streak has come to an end courtesy of Lucas Sensation! Holy shit, this young man has a world of momentum going into the biggest show of the year, will he be able to keep it up in that Hangman’s Horror match between him and Simon is the question!
AS: He better! If he loses, he’s done! It’s over and by it, I mean his pathetic little career!
We go backstage to where Devon Saturday is standing by with Mick Garrity, who is grinning like a mad man.
DS: Ladies and germs, I am standing here with Mick Garrity, one of the members of the RoP Championship Committee with Simon Sensation and Big Dog. Mick, why did you request this interview time?
Mick grins at Devon and holds up a piece of paper in his hand.
MG: During the last meeting of the Championship Committee, we made perhaps the biggest decision that we ever have collectively. You see, the supershow in two weeks, Wrevolution……it’s going to be the last bi monthly supershow put on by Ring of Pride. From now on, RoP will offer four internet pay per views a year and that will start in 2011. That being said, we all wanted to end this year with as much of a bang as we could make it.
He pauses and takes a deep breath.
MG: That is why we decided on having the last Meltdown of the year being a special “Final Clash 2010” super edition of Meltdown. On that night, we will see a special tournament unfold, Devon. The weeks before, teams will be chosen at random and placed in a one night only tournament. We’ll see these teams clash in a series of matches against each other. Once a team loses, they’re gone from the event. But winning, that will get your team into an every man for himself battle royal at the end of the night and what will be on the line for this battle royal, you may be asking?
He chuckles to himself and wags the rolled up paper in his hands at Devon.
MG: That’s for me to know and you to find out when the time is right……….
Devon nods his head with a grimace on his face.
DS: There you have it. Supershows around here have even more importance and we now know that in December on the final Meltdown of the year, we’ll see teams created at random clash with the winners facing off in a battle for royal for some kind of prize. Back to you guys at ringside.
