Meltdown #19

[Simon]

Red is a segment
Orange is a match





RoP presents Meltdown
02/21/2011
La Fragua Bar
Ciudad Juarez, Mexico
Attendance: 500

The scene opens up in a dark room where a man in a hooded sweatshirt is sitting in a chair. He looks up and we see Terry Marvin sitting there smiling

Terry: I told you people that a new era was coming...and you didn't believe me. I told you that I'd accomplish my destiny...and you didn't believe me. I told you that I'd be the new Southwestern champion....AND YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.

Terry pulls out the title belt and holds it up.

Terry: Well, do you believe me now? Two weeks ago I turned Shadows title reign into the biggest joke in the world. I showed everyone what he was made of...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Terry laughs maniacally.

Terry: Tonight begins the REIGN of nightmares. Tonight begins a string of Terror that will flow through this company like the thing that goes BUMP in the night. NOBODY is safe....but everybody will know that I am NOT to be taken lightly. Welcome Ring of Pride...WELCOME TO YOUR NEW NIGHTMARE!

Terry Laughs as the scene fades to black.




TL: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your opening bout. Introducing first, already in the ring…….Mark DelRusso!

The fans give a lukewarm reaction to DelRusso.

SP: Mark is making his debut here and he seems to be a very out spoken guy.

AS: Yeah, well I haven’t really heard the guy talk so I wouldn’t know……

TL: And introducing his opponents, first………on her way to the ring “The Paladin” Cadyna!

“Innocence” begins to play and the fans actually cheer as Cadyna makes her way out from the back. She pauses in the entrance aisle, then walks down to the ring slowly and gets onto the apron.

SP: We know what Cadyna can do. She debuted two weeks ago against Paige and what a debut it was.

AS: Yeah, we know what she can do but I think she’d be a lot more tolerable on her knees if you know what I mean.

TL: And their opponent……from Chicaho, Illinois….El Doucho Baggo!

The opening notes of “We made you” chime and we hear El Doucho Baggo ask

"Guess who, did you miss me?"

The curtain parts and El Doucho steps through wearing an Aztec jaguar warrior's headdress and leopard skin cape over his usual light blue and bright red luchadore mask and jeans. The audience sits in shocked silence for a moment there are even some cheers from fans that don't recognize him and think that he's a proud local star in an unadvertised opening match. EDB saunters in doing an obscene half dance where he does a pelvic after each step in time with the music which is now back to it's unedited state.

“When you walked through the door
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You’re the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You’re a … rock star (baby)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player… Who can really blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) made you”

His manager Richard Preston follows behind as does his training partner Juan Diaz who is wearing a hooded sweatshirt and is actively pulling the hood as far down over his face as it will go with one hand. Behind them come two more men a muscular man in a "got douch?" shirt and an older black man in black jeans and a short sleeve black shirt, and what appears to be a cut man’s kit on his belt and wrist. By now the last few stragglers have caught on either because someone explained who El Doucho Baggo is or because he's clearly an untanned caucasian. The jeers are near deafening and starts to litter the entrance this is very messy since the show just started so there are very few empty containers. Somehow this doesn't satisfy EDB so he starts hopping to the ring doing the wardance of a classic "redface" Indian.

SP: What is this? We’re in Mexico! Not an Native Reservation or anything like that……..

AS: I don’t know, but how long do you think it’ll take him to realize that Mexicans are worse than Indians?

One man jumps the guardrail and EDB sends him toppling right back over it with a backhand swing of his blunted Aztec swordclub this takes the fight out of several more men behind him that looked ready to follow.

The enforcer, looking for more women to torture
Walk up to the cutest girl and Charlie Horse her
Sorry Portia, but what’s Ellen DeGeneres
Have that I don't, are you telling me tenderness?
Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a gentleman
Give me my ventolin inhaler and 2 Xenadrin
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her, 'Baby say hello to my little friend'

EDB uses the ring steps as his entourage slides under the ropes, Juan lifts the bottom rope and offers his free hand to Richard who waves it off. Richard pulls out a white flag with the logo of Combat Consulting the gym where El Doucho Baggo trained and the douche enforcer helps him spread it out as a backdrop , printed on it. MMA guys love free advertising, El Doucho Baggo Stands on one bottom rope and flexes then does the same in the opposite corner. He returns to the flag and shadow boxes in front of it for a few seconds.

SP: By the time he gets ready we’ll be on the two year anniversary of RoP……..

AS: Heh, why do I get the feeling that this is a hell of a lot better than this match is gonna be?

“And that’s why… my love
You'll never live without,
I know you want me girl cause I can see you checking me out
And baby, you know, you know you want me too
Don’t try to deny it baby, I’m the only one for you”

EDB removes and tosses his excess entrance gear aside as the enforcer grabs the announcers mic and tosses it to him.

“I am Ellllllllllllllllll Dooooooooooouchoooooo aaaaa Baaaaaaaaggooooooooo! And I am about to make this sorry pair of wrasslers my bitches!”

EDB is about to toss the mic aside then pauses and raises it back up.

"Oh, one more thing. Later tonight I'll be holding auditions for a new ring girl at Gran Hotel Ciudad room 19. Anyone is welcome to apply. . ."

The douche enforcer chimes in.

"No fat chicks!"

"Well, of course no fat chicks we may be an equal oppurtunity employer we have Bona Fide Occupational Qualifications namely all applicants must to fit the uniform."

The douche enforcer pulls what looks like a handful of string out of his pocket and unfurls it to reveal a bikini so skimpy that the top wouldn't fully cover especially large areolas.

"Again that's room 19 Gran Hotel Ciudad and Cad-INE-a you're still welcome to apply."

SP: Is it over yet?

AS: Unfortunately, now it’s time for the boring portion of this match to begin………..

The bell rings and all three just look at each other before DelRusso charges Cadyna and nails some clubbing shots to her. He whips her into the corner and nails some boots to her gut. He then presses her against the turnbuckle and rockets her across the ring into another corner. She steps onto the middle rope and flips over DelRusso just as he comes rushing in after her. He turns around and she leaps up to nail a kick to the side of his head. She gets up to claps from the crowd, but Doucho charges and clotheslines her from behind. The fans’ reaction turns to boos as Doucho reaches down and picks her up slowly. He grabs her and hen tosses her forward with a front suplex that drapes her across the top rope. She hangs there for a moment, but Doucho backs up a few steps and then nails a big boot to her skull that knocks her onto the apron.

SP: Hell of a move there from El Doucho Baggo. He seems to have knocked her out of the match for now and probably out, period.

AS: Think I should go over there and see if she’s alright?

Doucho looks down at her for a moment before he turns around gets DelRusso there, looking to chop him. He lands a few knife edged chops to Doucho’s chest that echo through the bar. The first few actually send Doucho reeling a few steps, but as Mark moves in, Doucho knees him in the gut, the grabs him and flings him into the corner with a hip toss that sends him back first into the turnbuckles. The crowd goes “ohhhhhhhh” at this but then cheer as Doucho turns and gets a missile dropkick to the chest by Cadyna, who had sprung off the top rope. This sends Doucho into the ropes staggering.

SP: Cadyna with a golden opportunity here. Sure, Doucho is bigger than her and likely stronger, but she’s a hell of a lot quicker and she needs to exploit that.

AS: Watching her…..it makes ME quick, Stu. Can you believe that?

Cadyna waits for Doucho to straighten up before she charges him. Doucho lowers his shoulder and goes for a back body drop to the floor, but Cadyna goes to grab onto the top rope. Douch grabs her by the legs and tugs at her repeatedly. Finally, he breaks her grip on the ropes and then powers her down suddenly with an Alabama slam. It shakes the ring and draws boos from the fans. Cadyna rolls off to the side of the ring. Just as Doucho straightens up, DelRusso nails some shots to his back and grabs his head, going for a bulldog. Doucho shoves him off and when Mark gets up, grabs him and flips him upside down before he drops him with a tombstone piledriver…..well, his “unique” version of it anyway.

SP: DELRUSSO JUST GOT TEABAGGED!

AS: HOLY SHIT, WHAT POWER FROM DOUCHO!

One……….Two……….Three!

TL: Here is your winner……EL DOUCHO BAGGO!



We go behind the curtain to where Simon Sensation is standing by with Ace Andrews. Both are looking down at the floor. Finally, Simon looks up at him.

Simon: Do you know what you’re doing with this Lucas crap, man? I mean, if you lose tonight we’re both screwed.

Ace nods and then looks up with a smirk.

Ace: I know, but I won’t lose. Me lose to Lucas? That’s so freaking funny you’d have to take it and send the clip in to Tosh.0. I won’t be losing to him, tonight you get your freedom back and tonight, I get mine.

This causes Simon to look at him oddly.

Simon: You gets yours?

Ace nods.

Ace: I’m sick of some coward running behind everyone’s backs and taking me down. If he or she was any kind of a man, they’d be able to get in my face, then try and take me out. What’s been happening is bull and we both know that. Nobody seems to know anything. Nobody really has any clues as to who it is. It’s almost as if they’re invisible, as if whoever’s doing it don’t exist. I’m tired of it, man.

He points down and nods his head.

Ace: Tonight after I win you your freedom from Lucas, I’m going to drag whoever has been doing this into the light and believe me when I say that they aren’t going to like me one freaking bit.

With that, he walks off and leaves Simon nodding his head as he watches him go.



TL: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…….

“One Step Closer” begins to play as James Chaos walks out from the back to boos from the crowd. He looks around at them with a smirk, then shakes his head and slowly walks down to the ring. He hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring before getting up on the middle rope and holding his hand up to even more boos.

TL: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada……..James Chaos!

SP: Talk about international, Chaos is from two countries over at this point. Of course, he’s been making quite an impact since debuting. Tonight he plays the role of welcome wagon, though.

AS: Yeah, we better hope this welcome wagon don’t lose a wheel like he did against Corvo two weeks ago……

“The State of Massachusetts” begins to play and the crowd begins to cheer as Paddy Connors walks out from the back. He instantly slaps a few hands before walking down the aisle and to the ringside area. He eyes Chaos in the ring for a few moments, then slides in.

TL: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, Paddy Connors!

SP: Paddy is no stranger to the business despite this being his debut here. He’s been behind the scenes and a manager elsewhere for a while now.

AS: Yeah, I’ve heard people say that he reminds them of “The American Dream” Dusty Rhodes. Well Paddy is definitely a common man and judging from the way this idiot looks, I’d say he’s no hit with the ladies so he’s gotta be doing a lot of work with this hands too……..

SP: Oh, come on now………

The bell rings and Chaos wastes no time laying some kicks in to Paddy’s legs. He gets the Irishman reeling for a few seconds before he leaps up and nails a spinning heel kick that sends Paddy stumbling into the ropes. James holds his arms up with a smirk to boos from the fans. He takes a step toward Paddy, but the Irishman rushes out at him and nails a clothesline that gets cheers from the crowd. Chaos immediately gets up, but he walks right into a back body drop from Paddy. Chaos lands on the mat hard and holds his lower back as he gets to his feet slowly. When he turns around, Paddy grabs him by the head and plants him with a DDT that gets some cheers from the fans as he rolls him over and goes for a cover. One………! Chaos kicks out!

AS: Did he really think that he was going to get Chaos this early? I think he had a few too many brews before the match.

SP: You know, I probably wouldn’t doubt it. He is well…..Irish. And he’s from Boston.

AS: Yeah, if I was from a city with teams like the Red Sox and Bruins, I’d want to get piss drunk too.

Connors pulls Chaos to his feet and nails a few knife edged chops on him. Chaos grabs his chest and falls back, but Connors keeps after him and nails a few European uppercuts to him that rock him and send him stumbling into a nearby corner. Paddy stays on him and nails another uppercut before he grabs Chaos and lifts him up to the top rope in a seated position. He climbs up to the middle rope and grabs him, looking for a superplex, but Chaos lands some shots to his midsection and then shoves the Irishman back into the ring. Paddy lands on his feet, but Chaos stands up on the top rope and as Connors looks up, he leaps off and catches him with a cross body. He holds on as they hit the mat and goes for a pin on him. One………..Two! Connors gets a shoulder up!

SP: Close call there but Paddy managed to muscle out of that one. Still, in a split second Chaos was able to turn the match around into his favor.

AS: Well you also got to take into consideration that Paddy’s old too. I heard that when he was a kid they road dinosaurs to school.

SP: Oh, come on. Can’t you say anything good about anyone?

Chaos glares at the ref and then pulls Connors to his feet. He whips the Irishman against the ropes and catches him with a picture perfect dropkick. Connors lays on the mat holding his face as Chaos rushes into the ropes, leaps up onto the middle one and then comes back at Paddy with a moonsault. The Irishman manages to move out of the way, though, which prompts Chaos to size him up and when Paddy gets to a knee, he lunges toward him and goes for a buzz saw kick. Paddy ducks the kick and with Chaos spun around, shoves him forward. Chaos turns to face Paddy and as he does, the barman springs toward him looking for his Boston Brew super kick, but Chaos sees it at the last second and ducks. The fans can’t help but clap for this exchange at this point, but it quickly turns to some boos and jeers as Chaos grabs Paddy from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy! One…………Two….! Paddy kicks out!

SP: The Boston Barman managed to get out of it there and Chaos seems a little irked.

AS: I’d be too if I couldn’t keep a drunk like this Paddy Connors moron down.

Chaos gets up and starts barking at the ref. He tells him to actually count and then grabs Connors by the head. He knees him a few times, then lifts him up and snap suplexes him over. Connors lays on the mat and Chaos looks at him for a moment before he gets out onto the apron. He wait’s a second, then leaps onto the top rope and springs into the ring with an attempted shooting star press. Paddy rolls out of the way, though and Chaos crashes into the mat. The crowd goes wild, trying to will the two up as they both lay on the mat. Feeling like he has no other option, the referee starts a ten count. One………Two……….Three! Paddy sits up and takes several deep breaths before he starts to get up. Four………..Five…………Six! Chaos tries to get to his knees. Seven……..Eight………Nine! Connors is up to his feet and the referee stops counting. The fans go crazy as Connors grabs Chaos by the head, lifts him to his feet and brings him up and over with a brain buster! He floats over and makes a cover! One………….Two………! Chaos gets a foot on the ropes!

SP: Chaos just barely gets his foot on the rope and the match goes on. Talk about a first impression from Connors, eh?

AS: The fuck are you, Canadian? Eh? Seriously? Yeah, Connors and Chaos may be going back and forth in the ring but they can’t both win, can they? One has to lose and it wouldn’t break my heart to see either of them fall.

Connors knees for several moments, breathing deeply before he gets up and then grabs Chaos by the head. He goes to pull him up, but James nails several shots to his gut. This sends the Irishman back. Chaos sees the distance between them and in an instant, leaps up and nails a kick to the side of Connors’ head that takes the Irishman down to one knee. Chaos sees his chance and swings his leg around again to nail a sick buzz saw kick! He gets on Connors and makes the cover! One……….Two……………NO! Connors JUST manages to get a shoulder up!

SP: Man, oh man. I thought that was the end for Paddy right there. That’s the move that took out Eric Cobretti. Chaos beat him and we haven’t seen The Cobra since, have we?

AS: Do you see me crying about that? I’m hoping he can put away this old coot too.

Chaos sits up and looks at the ref in disbelief. He yells at him, screaming at the top of his lungs and causing the ref to back into a corner as he gets up. As Chaos is screaming at the ref, Connors gets to his hands and knees and gets behind him. He reaches up and brings him back with a roll up. The ref gets down and counts. One………..Two………….NO! Chaos kicks out! The fans start a “let’s go Paddy” chant as the Irishman gets to his feet and waits for Chaos to get up. When Chaos gets up and turns around, Paddy springs at him and nails his Boston Brew! Chaos falls to the mat on his back. Connors falls to his knees for a moment, then crawls over onto him to make the cover. One…………..Two……………NO! Chaos gets a hand on the bottom rope! Now it’s Paddy’s turn to be annoyed as he gets to his feet.

SP: My god, these two are stealing the bloody show here!

AS: They can have it for all I’m concerned if it means me sitting here next to you the whole night…….

Paddy gets up and waits for Chaos to make it to his feet in a dazed state before he goes for another super kick! Chaos ducks this one, though and gets behind Connors to nail a huge belly to back suplex on him! Connors is slow to get up, but once he gets to his hands and knees, Chaos grabs him by the head and then pulls him down backward and into a neck breaker. Connors holds onto his head as he lays on the mat. Chaos gets up, holding his head and looks down at Connors for a second before he rushes into the corner, jumps onto the middle and then top rope, then flies off with a moonsault! Connors manages to roll out of the way, though! Chaos lands on his feet! He turns around, but Connors springs into action and nails a second Boston Brew on him that lays him out! With Chaos collapsed, Connors gets down and hooks both of his legs! One………….Two………..Three!

TL: Here is your winner……PADDY CONNORS!

SP: He did it! Connors picks up a huge debut win here tonight but Chaos certainly showed us what he’s made of as well.

AS: Yeah, but he lost. That’s the bottom line! Wait a minute……..

Just as Connors is getting his hand raised, Chaos has used the ropes to pull himself up. He spots Connors and charges at him, knocking him down from behind. As Connors falls forward, he lands on his hands and knees and this allows Chaos to nail a sick buzz saw kick to his skull that lays the Boston Barman out. The fans boo as Chaos stands over Connors, looking down at him for a moment before he walks over to the ropes and gets out of the ring with the fans booing him as he goes.



We just fade to backstage as we see "Ballistic" Bryan Deas just getting ready to speak.

Bryan: Well, this is very interesting! It won't be long until Primer Anniversario!

Bryan pauses for a minute before speaking.

Bryan: That is the date that I face off for the very last time against Adam Linn in a Dog Collar Match! Now, Adam...

Bryan stops for a minute before speaking.

Bryan: We have had our battles in numerous federations....too many to count, but this will be your last match and I am honored that it is against me! So, if this is the last ever match for Adam Linn, I say that lets make it memorable, dude! Lets show the fans that me and you can whup the tar out of each other and still have enough to just shake hands!

Bryan stops again before speaking.

Bryan: Adam, normally, I would say that I am going to kick your ass, but in all honesty bro, I want you to give your best efforts and I will do the same! Just be sure of this, I will give you my best! So, get ready to go to war, son! And when we go to war, there is no coming BACK! May the best man win, and after this event is over, we will say goodbye to one of the greatest performers in this game! See you at Primer Anniversario, Linn!!!!

With that said, we fade back to ringside.




TL - "The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! The first man to gain a pin or submission, will get the victory."

'Motherfucker of the Year' by Motley Crue kicks in and out steps Adam Linn to a huge crowd pop. He removes his over shirt and tosses it to the crowd, Removes his glasses and does the same. He charges the ring and slides in ready for a fight.

TL - "Introducing first, hailing from Omaha, Nebraska. He stands in at 6 foot 4 inches tall, and weighs 335 pounds! He is ADAM LINN!!"

“Coming Undone” by Korn starts to play and the fans give a mixed reaction as Cannibal comes out of the back and slowly makes his way to the ring before he crawls into it under the bottom rope.

TL - "And his opponent, hailing from Blair, Nebraska. He stands in at 5 foot 9 inches tall, and weighs 317 pounds. He is CANNIBAL!"

Both men waste little time going face-to-face, the closeness between the men disappearing the moment they get between the ropes. Neither man backs off from the face-to-face, mouthing who knows what nasty things to each other. Though Linn has the height and weight advantage, its Cannibal who swings first, slamming his first square into Linn's jaw! That sets the brawl off, both men standing centre of the ring and exchanging hard shots, until Linn manages to block one of Cannibals, and counters with a headbutt! Linn now presses his advantage, backing Cannibal up with a few more right hands, and then takes two steps back to do a big one, but as he steps forward, Cannibal catches his arm, yanks him in, and drills him in the jaw with a clothesline!

AS - "And Cannibal just caught Linn off guard there!"

SP - "Linn was busy setting up for his own move, and Cannibal took the advantage."

Cannibal now pulls Linn to his feet, and goes to lift him for the Gorilla Press, but Linn squirms off and down behind Cannibal, and then hooks him up for a German Suplex! Cannibal goes for the ride, but once Linn pulls them to their feet, Cannibal manages to squirm out behind Linn, and drill him with a German Suplex of his own! Cannibal now drags Linn up, but before he can drill Linn with ANOTHER German Suplex, Linn squirms free, ducks behind Cannibal, and goes for ANOTHER German Suplex. Cannibal struggles with it, stretching out and grasping the top rope, and not allowing Linn to lift him. Linn stops pulling long enough to slam his forearm into Cannibals back, but the break is all Cannibal needs, and he swings his foot back, catching Linn square between the legs!

SP - "Oh come on!"

AS - "Cannibal is just doing what he needs to to win."

Cannibal now takes advantage, turning around and lifting Linn high over head in the Gorilla Press. Cannibal presses Linn a few times before tossing him forward and letting him hit the mat, chest first. Cannibal now drops down for the cover, but Linn kicks out at 2. That doesn't sem to bother Cannibal, who sticks his forearm into Linn's neck, and then starts chewing on his forehead! The referee tries to DQ Cannibal, but Cannibal simply looks up at him with bloodied teeth, and the ref backs off! Cannibal now gets to his feet, and yanks Linn up. He calls for the powerbomb, but before he can lift Linn up, Linn drops to one knee and uppercuts him square between the legs!

SP - "And Linn getting a little pay-back!"

AS - "Whats good for the goose is good for the Gander. Cannibal took advantage earlier with a ball shot, and now Linn has it back!"

Linn takes a few moments to get his breath, and then as Cannibal gets back to his feet and turns to face Linn, Linn leaps up looking for a FUCK YOU! However as he hooks Cannibals head, Cannibal shoves him off into the ropes, and when Linn bounces back, Cannibal hooks him by the back of the neck, lifts him high, and then DRILLS Adam Linn with the Tenderizer! Cannibal weastes little time rolling Linn over and then covers him.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE-NO!

SP - "HOLY SHIT! LINN KICKED OUT OF THE TENDERIZER!"

AS - "Linn is close to retiring, but he STILL has that fighters heart. Its going to take more then that to take him out Stu."

And as Strong wishes...Cannibal wastes little time arguing with the ref, instead dragging Linn to his feet, lifting him up high, and then DRILLS him to the mat again, this time with the Stay For Dinner! Cannibal covers Linn again, this time making sure to hook both legs as the referee drops down to count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

DING DING DING

TL - "Your winner of this match, via pinfall, CANNIBAL!"

[Simon]

TL: The following contest is a tag match! Introducing first……..

“Insanity” begins to blare through the bar and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Christopher O’Toole and Anna Vaakuna walk out from the back and make their way down to the ring.

TL: The team of Christopher O’Toole and Anna Vaakuna…….The All Night Dance Party!

SP: These two have been after me and Deas as of late, but it looks like they’ve turned their attention to the tag titles.

AS: Probably a good thing since they would have fucked you up like O’Toole did Deas, right?

The Voice Intro of Calm Before the Storm plays. Once the music bursts into full speed, Amber and Sophie Storm walk throught the curtain. Sophie stand there with her arms folded while Amber dances and plays to the crowd. They walk down the ring, Sophie stone faced, but slapping hands with the fans, and Amber taunting/having fun with the fans. Sophie slides under the bottom rope while Amber hops up on the ring apron and leans back against the ropes. She flaunts before leaning back and using the ropes to flip herself backwards in the ring.

TL: And their opponents, from Salt Lake City, Utah……the RoP Tag Team Champions, Sophie and Amber, Storm Front!

SP: These two barely managed to get past Cannibal and Paige a month ago to win the titles but this will be the first match of their reign.

AS: And possibly one of the last if The Dance Party have their way here……..

The bell rings and Anna and O’Toole jump Sophie and Amber in their corner, nailing shots and kicks to the two as they get them down. Anna tosses Amber through the ropes to the outside of the ring and the two focus on Sophie. O’Toole has her on her knees and with a smirk, straightens her out and then slaps her in the face a few times and calls her a “cunt”. Sophie don’t seem to take too kindly to this and tackles O’Toole down before laying in rights and lefts to him. Anna grabs her by the hair and pulls her back. She grabs Sophie by the arm and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Anna lifts her up and takes her down with a flap jack. O’Toole is back up and leaps onto the second rope and comes back with a slingshot leg drop to Sophie. Anna then makes it over to their corner at the ref’s behest as he tries to get some order in the match. O’Toole, meanwhile, gets up to some boos and then begins stomping Sophie repeatedly. He pulls her up to her feet and then goes for a slingshot suplex on the top rope, but Sophie slides out to the apron. She grabs O’Toole by the head and drops down with a hot shot that sends him throat first across the rope.

SP: Good way to buy herself some time to take a breather if you ask me.

AS: Nobody DID ask you. Anyway, what a start to the match for the Dance Party. They took Amber out early and have been dissecting Sophie since.

Sophie rolls into the ring and seeing Amber in their corner, tags her in. The other half of Storm Front comes into the ring and with O’Toole getting up, charges him and takes him down immediately with a flying forearm. He hit’s the mat again and Amber gets the crowd charged up as she wait’s a second, then springs into the ropes and comes at him with a leap. She wraps her legs around his head and spikes him down with a hurricanrana. She gets to her feet with the crowd going absolutely crazy. As O’Toole gets to his knees, she takes the chance to kick him rather stiffly repeatedly in the chest. He tries to make it to his feet, but she grabs him and goes for a snap suplex. He falls behind her and then shoves her forward. He then leaps into his own corner and tags in Anna. Anna jumps to the top rope and goes for a springboard into the ring, but Amber sees it coming and leaps up with a dropkick right to her chest. The crowd goes apes hit crazy as both fall to the mat. Amber gets up, holding her shoulder which she could have tweaked in the landing and lays some boots into Anna. She grabs her by the hair and pulls her into her corner, where she tags in Sophie.

SP: Some pretty quick tags in and out here. This match has been surprisingly brutal though.

AS: Surprisingly? The Dance Party wants gold, Storm Front has it, they want to stake a claim to it. OF COURSE IT’S GONNA BE BRUTAL! DUH!

Sophie comes into the ring and grabs Anna by the head on one side. Amber grabs her from the other and they drop her back with a double DDT. Sophie rolls her over and hooks a leg. One………Two! O’Toole is in to break it up. The referee forces him back into his corner. As he does so, Sophie pulls Anna to her feet and goes for a belly to back suplex. Anna turns around, though and rakes her in the eyes. Sophie staggers back and then as she lowers her hands, Anna leaps up with an enziguri. Sophie falls to the mat and Anna gets to her feet, holding her head from the DDT. She begins to stomp away at Sophie and then drags her boot across her face as Sophie crawls into a corner. Anna takes the chance to back up into the corner opposite Sophie’s. O’Toole tags himself in at this point. Anna charges Sophie and nails a flying dropkick to her jaw. O’Toole takes off immediately after this and uses the top rope to bring himself to a handstand before he comes down and corkscrews around before nailing a kick to Sophie’s chest.

SP: What in the hell was that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone do something like that before!

AS: That was called dominance, my good man. And that’s what the Dance Party is all about! Just ask your buddy Deas!

O’Toole drags Sophie out of the corner and hooks a leg. One……….Two…..! Amber is in to break it up! The ref makes her go back to her corner. As he does so, Anna comes into the ring. Her and O’Toole lift Sophie up and nail a double snap suplex on her. O’Toole goes back to his corner as Anna stays in the ring. The ref comes back to the action and admonishes Anna for being in the ring, but she explains that she tagged in before she nails Sophie with a few clubbing shots. She grabs Sophie by the arm and whips her into a corner. She then charges in after her looking for a monkey flip but Sophie grabs her and turns her, sitting her down on the top rope. She leaps up to nail a dropkick that sends Anna teetering on it before she gets up and charges into O’Toole’s corner, knocking him off the apron. The crowd goes crazy as she then quickly tags in Amber. Sophie gets down on her hands and knees and Amber takes off, launching herself off her sister’s back and soaring through the air to wrap her legs around Anna and nail a HUGE hurricanrana! Both Amber and Anna are out on the mat for a second after this!

SP: Holy crap, what teamwork from Storm Front and that’s why they managed to win those tag titles, folks.

AS: That was luck that got them the straps, but even I have to admit that what we just saw was awesome. Of course, Amber can wrap her legs around my head any day.

The fans start a “this is awesome” chant as Amber crawls over to a motionless Anna and makes the cover. One………….Two……………..! O’Toole is in at the last second to break it up! As he gets up, Sophie grabs him from behind and pops him with a huge release German suplex! Sophie gets up and pulls Anna to her feet. She lifts her to her feet and nails a Sophie Slam on her. Anna bounces off the mat and Sophie gets to her feet. She checks on Amber, who is just making it up, but from out of nowhere, O’Toole charges and takes Sophie out with his Euro Pop running flipping piledriver! Sophie rolls out of the ring after this. O’Toole gets up and smirks at her outside of the ring before he turns around and gets a super kick to his jaw from Amber. The crowd goes crazy as this sends O’Toole back against the ropes and through them to the outside of the ring. Amber shakes her head as she turns, but gets raked in the eyes by Anna. Anna doubles her over, then lifts her up for a power bomb, it seems and then drops her on her head with a sudden, snapping piledriver!

SP: STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!

AS: Thank you, Captain Obvious…………..

Amber bounces off the mat and Anna rolls her over and hooks her leg. One…………Two………….Three!

TL: Here are your winners……Christopher O’Toole and Anna Vaakuna…..THE ALL NIGHT DANCE PARTY!

SP: Well, they managed to pull off nothing short of an upset here, but wait a minute…….O’Toole has a chair!

O’Toole slides into the ring with a chair. He tells Anna to grab Amber by the arm, which she does. O’Toole then lifts the chair up and brings it down into Amber’s shoulder repeatedly to boos. He then wraps it around her arm and climbs to the middle rope. As he does so, the crowd explodes with cheers as Sophie gets into the ring and nails a sick Sophie Slam on Anna. O’Toole sees this and gets the hell out of dodge before he can get touched. Sophie pulls the chair off of her sister’s arm and checks on her as O’Toole grabs Anna on the outside and backs down the aisle.

SP: What a crock of shit! They won the match, what was this about?

AS: Taking out the competition, Stu. That’s what it was about!

SP: Well, thank god Sophie was there before this got worse. The Dance Party got the win, but I’ll be damned if they didn’t piss off Storm Front in the process…………





Mickey is walking towards the ring ready for the main event when Stu Price steps out in front of him with the Texas belt on his shoulder.

[Thank Fuck For] Mickey Fandango
Out of my way!

[The Temporary Champion] Stu Price
Or what? You gonna drop me like last week?

[Thank Fuck For] Mickey Fandango
You wanna find out?

[The Temporary Champion] Stu Price
Back up Fanny tonight we need to work as a team, this isn’t the time or place to take eachother out.

[Thank Fuck For] Mickey Fandango
Look, you have something I want and that means I don’t like you. But a win is a win so during the match thats the goal. But after the match anything goes. I am coming for that belt....and Stu....just call me Fanny, one more time.....

Stu grins as he turns to leave pausing for a second to add...

[The Temporary Champion] Stu Price
By the way, March 21st on Meltdown your facing El Doucho Baggo, have fun with that....

Will these two really keep it together for the match? How long before they face eachother in the ultimate Battle of Britain? Answers to follow.....



TL: The following contest is a strange bedfellows tag match and is set for one fall.

"Stronger" by Emphatic begins to blast from the PA as fog begins to fill the stage. Paige steps out from the back and poses on the stage for a moment as a rain of boos erupt from the crowd. She smiles wickedly and just walks down the ramp slowly.

TL: Introducing first…she is the winner of the 2010 “Make Your Moment” match, Paige!

BD: Folks, this is Bryan Deas here taking my boy Stu’s place on the announce table and this should be a hell of a match.

AS: God, I miss Mick already.

“Nightmare” begins to play and the crowd boos as from out of the back comes Shadow. He pauses for a second and glares at the crowd before walking to the ring. He rolls in, then retreats to a corner, glaring at Paige.

TL: And her partner…….he is a former Southwestern Heavyweight Champion, Shadow!

BD: I give Shadow credit, over the last year he’s been one of RoP’s top stars. As Traci said, he’s a former champ.

AS: Yeah, well he lost it. Terry Marvin is our new champion, so get over it.

“Hello Hangover” begins to play and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Mickey Fandango comes walking out of the back with a smirk. He walks down to the ring, slapping a few hands, then climbs up the ring step and glares at his opponents.

TL: And their opponents……..first, he is “The British Babyface” Mickey Fandango!

BD: Talk about a freaking coward, this man right here downright spit in the face of this company two weeks ago.

AS: No, he spit in Stu’s face and what was he gonna do? Invite Stu for a cup of tea at his place? He saw a chance to make an impact and he made it. Maybe YOU could take a lesson from that, Deas nuts.

“Kashmir” sudden begins to play and the fans erupt with cheers as Stu-E Price walks out of the back with Sofia by his side. He holds the Texas Television Championship high in the air as he walks down to the ring, then hands it off to Sofia as he rolls into the ring and eyes everyone.

TL: And his partner……he is the reigning Texas Television Champion, Stu-E Price!

BD: This man did what many thought impossible two weeks ago by beating Ace Andrews and DJ Clay to win the Texas Television Championship. For nearly six months, Ace had the title and Stu managed to end that run.

AS: I’m so sick of hearing about that, how do we know that Stu won’t lose the title his first defense? Huh?

The bell rings and Mickey gets out of the ring with a smirk. Stu glares at him for a moment, but turns to get a clothesline from Shadow. The former Southwestern Heavyweight Champion rains some stomps down onto Stu before he lifts him up to his feet and nails a hip toss on him. Stu sits up and Shadow nails a stiff kick to his spine. Stu screams in pain, but Shadow kicks him again. He then pulls Stu up and then whips him into the ropes. He catches him with a drop toe hold. Stu holds his face as he gets to his feet, but Shadow grabs him from behind and nails a bulldog. He gets up, but Paige tags herself in. Shadow glares at her as she steps into the ring.

BD: You know, these two used to be a formidable tag team but Shadow kind of shot that to hell earlier this year.

AS: Yeah, just like his reign as champion got shot to hell two weeks ago too, right?

Paige gets into the ring and stomps down on Stu a few times. She then pulls him to his feet and nails a few shots to his skull before she grabs his arm and wrenches on it. She flips Stu over and then as she keeps a hold of his arm, she drops her leg across it. Stu holds his arm as he gets to his feet, but he walks right into a side slam from her. She hooks a leg on him for a cover. One………Two!

BD: Just a two count for Paige and you have to remember that she’s in possession of a blank contract to a shot at Stu’s title anytime she wants it, basically.

AS: Yeah, well too bad she don’t use it now…………….

Paige gets to her feet and pulls Stu up. She goes to whip him into a corner, but he sends her into it instead. She collides with the turnbuckles hard, but the crowd erupts as Stu charges in and nails a British Pound splash on her. She stumbles out of the corner and gets a belly to belly suplex for her troubles. Stu gets to his feet and seems to be setting up for a Stun Cutter on her. She gets up slowly and he leaps up, but she shoves him off of her. He staggers toward Mickey, who holds up his hands, staying true to what he said earlier about not touching him, but not making much of an effort to tag in either. Paige comes behind him and rolls Stu up. One……….Two! Fandango breaks it up!

BD: What in the hell is Mickey doing?

AS: You know, I think that Mickey just seems to want Stu to get softened up here. Not that I blame him for his tactics…….

Paige gets up and pulls Stu to his feet. She seems to be setting up for a Creation Driver, but Stu shoves her forward and into the ropes. Shadow takes the opportunity to tag him himself in. He rushes toward Stu with a clothesline, but Stu ducks it and springs off the ropes to nail a flying shoulder tackle on Shadow on the rebound. Shadow falls down and gets up slowly. As he does, Stu dropkicks him back down. He then glares into his corner and eyes Mickey. He then turns and Shadow seems to come from out of nowhere with an attempted Shaded. Stu catches him, however and lifts him up into the air, then brings him down with an incredible Stun Cutter! Shadow bounces off the mat!

BD: YES! YES! STU DID IT! HE DID IT! THIS IS IN THE BAG!

AS: Not so fast there, Gomer……..

Paige rushes into the ring, but Stu grabs her by the back of the head and tosses her over the ropes to the floor. He then turns back to Shadow and seems to be getting ready to go for the cover, but Fandango slides in from the floor and turns him around. He kicks him in the gut and then nails the Fandango Twist on him! Stu bounces off the mat and Fandango smirks as he pops up.

BD: WHAT IN THE HELL! WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH MICKEY FANDANGO?

AS: I’ll tell you what’s wrong, unlike you and Stu, this guy has his sights set on the big picture!

BD: MY ASS! MY FUCKING ASS!

Fandango gets down and hooks the leg of Shadow and barks at the referee to count. The ref tries to tell him that Stu is the legal man, but Fandango don’t seem to care. He actually reaches over and slaps Stu a few times so the ref can see it. Finally, the referee counts. One………..Two………..Three!

TL: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners…..STU-E PRICE AND MICKEY FANDANGO!

BD: This was a fucking disgrace. British Babyface my ass, man. This Fandango guy is nothing but an egomaniac.

AS: What do you think and Stu are with this “business” BS? In any case, Fandango comes one step closer to the Texas Television title and let me tell you, after what I just saw, Stu has a very smart and very talented problem on his hands in the form of Fandango.

[Simon]

TL: This match is scheduled for one fall. It is the Luchas de Apuestas match. In this match, if Lucas wins, Ace Andrews becomes his slave along with Simon Sensation. If Ace wins, Simon is free from his slavery to Lucas.

The entire arena 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 cards. 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

A single golden light illuminates the stage, and from the back out struts Ace Andrews! Ace is dressed in a simple pair of long black tights, with two Ace cards on ace leg, and ‘THE ACE’ written on the trunk in big white letters. He is also wearing a singlet, with a picture of his face on the front, and the back has the words YOU HAVE JUST BEEN ACED! He pauses at the top of the ramp, holding both arms out wide, and then turning his back to the crowd before turning to face them again. He starts to stroll down the ramp, looking out at one side of the crowd, then the other as he paces leisurely to the ring.

TL: Introducing first, now in the ring. He is the former Texas Television Champion, and the 2011 wrestler of the year....From Las Vegas Nevada, ACE ANDREWS!!!

As soon as his music dies, we see Stu getting up and into the ring. He has a microphone and a smirk on his face. Ace seems to be confused.

SP: Ace, I just wanted to let you know I've booked our rematch for March 21st in my home town.

The crowd are cheering, as Ace simply smiles as Stu-E rolls out of the ring and wanders back to the announcing booth.

AS: Wow, does anyone else wanna see Ace take on Stu in a rematch? I think I may fall asleep……………

TL: And his opponent, hailing from Kilgore, Texas... He is Lucas Sensation!

"Burn It To The Ground" by Nickelback plays as Lucas Sensation comes out to a pop from the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring Slowly.

AS: And here comes the vile man who has held Simon Sensation under his control for SO long.

SP: And nobody has enjoyed it more than....WHAT THE HELL?

A man jumps over the railing and Nails Lucas from behind. The man lowers his hood showing that it is Terry Marvin. Terry picks Lucas up and DRILLS him down with a whiplash on the aisle.

AS: Oh My God! Is Ace and Terry on the same page again.

SP: I don't think so Arty, Ace looks as suprised as the rest of us.

Terry just smiles and holds his title up as the crowd SCREAMS out boos and jeers at Terry.

AS: Seems like Terry is continuing his reign of Terror he promised.

Ace looks confused as he talks to the Ref in the Ring as Lucas slowly gets up and shoves off the medical help that people are trying to give him. Lucas slowly makes his way to the ring and stumbles in. Ace waits for Lucas to get to his feet and as soon as the bell rings, Ace runs and takes Lucas down with a huge clothesline. He makes the cover...1...2....KICKOUT! Ace gets to his feet and drops a knee to the middle of Lucas' back. He pulls him to his feet and Delivers a Northern Lights Suplex and he bridges up for the pin. 1...2...KICKOUT. Ace smiles as he stomps on Lucas a few times.

SP: My god, Ace is like a shark in the water smelling the blood. And all this is because of Terry Marvin. I find it hard to believe that he didn't do this to blatently help out his former SCS mates.

AS: ARe you blind Stu? Terry has completely turned a blind eye to Ace and Simon. He just wants to reak havoc and turn ROP into his own personal nightmare.

Ace pulls Lucas over and slaps on a devistating looking arm bar on Lucas and wrenches back as hard as he can. Lucas is writhing in pain as the Ref is there to check on him. He keeps asking Lucas if he wants to give up, but Lucas keeps shaking him off. Lucas positions himself toward the ropes and reaches for them, mere fingertips away. With one last desperate effor he LUNGES out and grabs the ropes. Ace continues to hold on to the arm as the ref counts 1....2....3.....4.... He lets go just in the nick of time as the ref admonishes him for his dirty play. Ace goes back over to Lucas and continues to work on the arm with vicious stomps to the elbow and shoulder.

AS: Now thats why he was the TV champion for over 6 months, because he's smart. He picks apart his opponent one piece at a time.

Lucas gets to his feet with help of the ropes, but Ace is there and shoves him into the corner and beats on him with loud chop after chop. Ace smiles as he goes back to do more damage on Ace, but Lucas snaps out of it and hits a right hand hard in Ace's Jaw. He hits another right, and a left and another left. He runs to the ropes and bounces off and hits a huge clothesline taking Ace down. But Ace doesnt stay long as he is back on his feet and runs at Lucas. Lucas scoops him up and DROPS him hard with a side backbreaker. He goes for the cover. 1...2..KICKOUT!

SP: Lucas is up now and he's pissed off.

AS: He's obviously cheating...somehow.

Lucas Pulls Ace up and lifts him on his shoulders. He takes a small running start and PLANTS HIM HARD with a powerslam. He makes another Cover...1....2....KICKOUT at the last second by Ace. Lucas is Fired up now and hits the turnbuckle He climbs to the top rope and Dives off and LANDS the flying Leg drop! He is quick to his feet and raises his arms above his head as the crowd showers him with cheers! Lucas lies in wait as Ace slowly gets to his feet. Lucas waits for him to stumble into him. Lucas turns him around and whips him into the rope. When Ace comes back, Lucas goes for the Sensational Drop, but Ace slides out of it and rolls out of the ring.

SP: Ace is running away like a coward now!

AS: Running away, he's simply asking for a timeout. For a strategist like Ace, it is important to have time to form a flawless plan.

Lucas gives persuit and follows Ace. He charges, but Ace recovers enough to send Lucas into the steal post. Lucas stumbles back and Ace is there waiting. HE HITS THE FLOP! Lucas is laid out on the outside of the floor as Ace rolls into the ring and takes a breather. Meanwhile the Ref is counting.

1 .... 2 .... 3 .... 4 .... 5

Lucas manages to get to his knees and shakes the cobwebs out in time to realize what's going on.

6 .... 7 .... 8 .....

Lucas rolls into the ring HE gets to his feet just as Ace charges and NAILS a shinning wizard to the face of Lucas Sensation sending him crumbling to the mat. Ace goes for the cover 1...2...KICKOUT! Ace pounds the mat thinking he put him away there.

SP: Lucas is proving to be in this for the long haul. Ace, however, is getting WAY more than he bargained for especailly after the preemptive interference by Tery Marvin

AS: But the writing is on the wall Stu. Lucas is DONE...put a fork in him!

Ace sets up like a cobra preparing to strike as Lucas gets to his feet. Ace goes for the Triple 7's but Lucas shoves him off. Ace rebounds off the ropes and Lucas hits the SENSATIONAL DROP! But Lucas is too tired to capatilize right away. He finally realizes what happened and covers Ace. 1...2....FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! Lucas thinks hes won it, but the Ref tells him otherwise. Lucas grabs Ace by the leg and drags him into the center of the ring. He's going for THE DEAL MAKER! He's got it... it's locked in the center of the ring.

SP: That's the end. Simon is the slave of Lucas forever! And now Ace is going to join him.

AS: Hold on ACE! Hold on!

Ace is reaching grasping for anything he can find, but the pain is just too much. He falls flat on the mat as the ref makes the count after checking the shouders. 1...2....Shoulder Up. Ace tries to punch at Lucas but nothing works. He looks for the ropes, but they're too far away. Suddenly the crowd showers out boos as Simon Sensation comes from the back. He screaming at Lucas who's just smiling at him. Simon comes down tot he ring and hops on the apron causing Lucas to break the hold. He runs over at Simon who hops down and backs his way up the ramp. Lucas stands there jawing with Ace for a second.

SP: What are you doing Lucas... finish him off!

AS: NO! Lucas turns around and there is Ace with the TRIPLE 7's. Finish him off Ace....wait, what are you doing?

Ace doesn't go for the cover, instead he pulls him in the center of the ring and slaps on the Vegas Special. He locks it in in the midle of the ring and there's nothing Lucas can do. He tries to crawl over to the ropes, but Ace just Pulls him away and wrenches back further. Lucas is in trouble and screams at the top of his lungs. The ref is there, but Lucas is refusing to tap out. Finally, Lucas just stops moving and The ref checks on him...Lucas is out. He calls for the bell!

TL: Winner of this match by way of submission... Ace Andrews.



We are taken to the ring with the one and only Billionare Brawler Ace Andrews there he does not seem happy at all holding a microphone.

Ace:”OK I am sick and tired of things happening and no one is telling me just what the fuck is going on, for some time now I have been attacked, blindsided by some no good bastard who obviously is not as rich, good looking and successful as I am. My death grip on the Television championship for six whole months must have been too much for the boys and girls in the back and since none of you had the guts to face me face to face someone figured acting like a coward could get things done!

Well the only thing that accomplished was me losing that title and not to mention it pissed me off! I had held the belt long enough to move on to bigger and better things but a fighting champion such as myself does not approve losing a title in such a shameful manner, I got in the ring despite my better judgement, against the advices of my physician just to make sure the fans get a good show and STU-E Price takes advantage of that he steps up for the opportunity and snatches MY title away, now I don’t care about losing the belt but I do care about the person who is responsible for this! So whoever you are you coward, be it Lucas, Stu-E or anyone I don’t care who just man up and step on out of the shadows because I am not leaving this ring until this is settled!”

Price:”That man has to be crazy! Like I would need him to be injured to take the belt away from him!”

Strong:”You British are sneaky bastards if you did do it I suggest you stay out of the ring, no matter how much I hate you, going out there would mean that I would have to call the rest of the night on my own and that would be...”

Price:”Horrible? I know!”

Strong:”No it would be GREAT! on second thought go on in Price, I dare you!”

Crowd erupts to a approving roar and Ace stands there waiting anxiously to see who shows up..
After few moments that seemed like an eternity someone does show up to the ramp it is none other than Ring of Pride’s newest talent acquisition, this seems to baffle Andrews.

Ace:”Now who the hell are you?! and what are you doing here?!”

The man looks over his shoulder thinking that Ace is talking to someone else, he seems lost opening up his hands in amazement gesturing at himself.

Ace:”Yes I am talking to you, if you got something to say to me then say it! If not and you don’t wish to end up as collateral damage in the fight of myself and my assailant I suggest you walk back to the locker room right now!”

This seems to breathe life in to the amazed man ho walks back and forth as he was looking for something, Andrews decides to help him out.

Ace:”Get that guy a microphone or escort him out right now! I am starting to lose my patience here..”

Price:”We should give him your microphone Strong, the fans would applaud it and it’s not like you need it anyway right sunshine?”

Strong:”Just shut up I want to hear what’s going on!”

Finally one of the guys from ringside brings the lost man a microphone and clicks it on, he taps it gently probably checking that it is on.

Honda:”One, Two, check check is this on?”

Andrews is clearly on his last nerve here he takes a deep breath and shakes his head in disappointment.

Strong:”I thought they were technical geniuses over there?”
Price:”Where would that be exactly?”
Strong:”Well..OVER THERE! Who cares, they all look alike!”

Ace:”Yes it works, did you have something important? because right now it better be damn near classified information or you will end up as a sacrificial lamb for someone else’s deeds!”

Kazuo laughs his pearly white teeth beaming at Ace as he points at him.

Honda:”Haha! Ace-san I know you. You are a very funny man, very funny indeed you Americans with your jokes, you are just like that.. what’s his name again Chris Rock?”

Price:”Tell me this guy is not here to tell jokes?”
Strong:”I told you they are all alike!”

Ace:”In case you forgot, Chris Rock and I are different. He is well.........black."

This drops the smile off Kazuo’s face and shakes his right index finger at the direction of Andrews.

Honda:”Ace-san, that is not wise! You are being very racist right there, can’t we all just get along, black man white man what’s the difference really? I am really sorry if I interrupted you but you see I just wanted to come out here personally and tell you how much I admire you, you are a very brave man Ace- a very brave man, I like that I do indeed I think you deserve some recognition from that don’t you come on people clap at the brave man in the ring clap at Ace-san!”

Crowd seems baffled but Arturius Strong is quick to act and claps furiously.

Price:”You fucking dolt!”
Strong:”What?! Someone should clap at him I think Tojo has a great point.”

Ace:”Well thank you very much, I really don’t know you and I am not sure if I even care to know you because I have only just met you and to be frank I find you rude and well..stupid! It is not wise to come here given my current mood and crack jokes, so how about it mate? Tell me who you are and why are you so proud of me and then you can mosey on out of here and I can handle my business!”

Kazuo gestures Andrews to calm down before going on.

Honda:”Oh I am sorry Ace-san, I have not been in America very long and I thought around here people would appreciate some compliments, I am sorry if I haven’t introduced myself before my name is Honda Kazuo, or I guess you people would call me Kazuo Honda around here. I am new to the company but I am really proud of you that you have the spirit and the guts to get in the ring after... well after you have been having such a rotten luck as of late, all those attacks nasty business that and if you were Japanese I think you would not be able to even get back in the ring after the humiliating way you lost the Television Championship, but I am glad that the fans here are so loving and generous I mean clapping at a loser like you and all...”

Price:”That’s just plain stupid!”
Strong:”Tojo has balls, he might get them kicked down his throat soon but now he has some serious testicular fortitude, and mind you he is RIGHT I would not go tell Ace that but he has a point. He did lose the title!”

Andrews has had enough he dumps the microphone to the ring and hops over the ropes heading towards Honda who seems startled.

Honda:”Come on Ace-san can’t you take a joke.. no need to get violent..Ace! Seriously!”

Price:”Balls huh?”
Strong:”What can I say? He lost them quicker than I thought.”

Honda is walking back holding his hands up defensively as Ace rushes on at him he is greeted with an approving and cheering roar of the fans at ringside when he heads up the ramp after the backing up Honda, when something surprising happens.

Strong:”What the hell is going on there?!?”
Price:”We got a jumper! one of the fans is probably going to help Ace teach this twat a lesson A proud Ace Andrews fan who wants to show his support!”

Indeed one fan has jumped over the guard rail wearing a t-shirt promoting Ace Andrews he follows right at the heels of Andrews and is not a small man by any stature, however what happens next is a surprise to all, the fan grabs Ace by the back of the head and slams him face first to the ground.

Price:”Bloody hell a fan just attacked Ace, where’s our security when you need them?!”
Strong:”Probably stuffing their faces with donuts!”

The fan rips off his Ace Andrews shirt, wraps it around the throat of the helpless Ace himself tugging on it choking him violently and dragging him back towards the ring suddenly Honda does not seem that scared he is actually laughing at Ace, delivering some kicks to his before already hurt knee.

Strong:”This does not look too good for Ace does it?”
Price:”I’d say it looks like a bloody setup like a planned attack! Those bastards must be working together look at Honda punishing the legs of Ace he knows full well that Andrews is not 100%!”

The two men drag Andrews back to ringside Honda rolls the hurting and screaming Ace under the bottom rope and in to the ring when security finally seems to show up however they are greeted by the angry big man at ringside who seems to be swinging a steel pipe around knocking down guys left and right.

Strong:”About time those guys show up!”
Price:”They don’t seem to be much of help though!”

Honda gets in the ring grabbing the microphone that Ace dropped to the canvas before and picks it up laughing.

Honda:”Bet you did not see that one coming did you Champ?! Who’s stupid now!? huh?! You think you can just talk down to me like that and get away with it do you?!”

Honda starts a vicious stomping as the fan joins him in the ring towering over the fallen Ace when Honda lets out a cackling laughter.

Honda:”You wanted to meet your attacker Ace?! Well here I am, I have been here all along but you were too stupid to realize it!”

Strong:”Honda is the mastermind behind these attacks?!? I can’t believe it this polite young man just signed at our last show and now his demeanor has completely changed! Those people are treacherous as hell!”
Price:”But last time Ace was attacked Honda was at Simon’s office signing his contract he could not have been behind it last time!”

Honda just admires his handy work, leaning up against Ace’s chest with his boot.

Honda:”Oh I didn’t do it alone though, I had a little help from this BIG MAN with me, ever since we came over to the states he has been looking forward to meeting you champ, say hello to MY BIG FRIEND!”

He seems to be enjoying his own maniacal jokes too much and hands the microphone over to his friend in the ring.The bigger man takes the mic, and despite having participated in the beating just as much as Honda, he seems calm, collected, downright serene as he stands above the downed Andrews. He looks around, making eye-contact with a few fans before giving all four directions a mockingly courteous bow and speaking up.

“Ore no namae wa Hongo Takeshi. Kon ban ha.”

Obviously the crowd doesn’t exactly warm up to the man’s usage of Japanese language, a fact the notes with a smirk in his face. He turns to face Honda and speaks to him with a mocking tone in his voice.

“Tabun... ore wa Nippon-go no kawari ni Eigo o tsukau hitsuyō ga”

Honda nods to him, causing the big man to shrug his shoulders and finally speak up in English, still holding onto that mocking tone in his speech.

“Apparently you uneducated fools lack the intellectual capability to understand Japanese, so let me introduce myself in a way you dolts understand.”

He takes a very wide stance, leans forward a bit, throws a finger-sign associated with a certain musical subgroup on the eastern coast during the mid-nineties and blurts out in a very badly caricatured wigga speech.

“Yo bros! Imma Takeshi Hongo. Wassup!”

Understandingly, this doesn’t sit well with the audience, causing Hongo to look around confused, before shrugging his shoulders again and finally speaking up properly.

“Oh well. Enough with the jokes. My name is Hongo Takeshi. I am what you’d call a traditionalist of sorts. You might be wondering why I have come here with Honda... Well, you will know eventually. But lets just say that I have issues with this country and it’s people. Hypocrisy, Arrogance. Stupidity. Those three terms define America and its citizens perfectly.”

Looking down at Ace, Hongo stops to ponder for a while, accentuated with a stiff kick to the ribs of the downed ex-champion.

“To get our point across... an impact needs to be made. Ace just happened to be a too good of a target to pass by. And now that target has switched over to the chest of Stu-E Price, who despite being British, has earned the wrath of the HaiKyoSha. Why? Simply because he profited from our actions, and that just won’t do.”

He says all this while staring directly at Stu-E on the announcer desk and kicks Ace once more as if giving his words an exclamation point.

Strong:”Looks like you made new friends Stu...”
Price:”Can you believe the nerve of these rice munching bastards?”

Honda gets the microphone from Hongo, reaches down and grabs Ace by the hair.

Honda:”This is all YOUR fault Ace, You were supposed to be a tough guy! You were supposed to be the best around and we figured that after getting your attention we would challenge you for that title and put end to that ridiculously over hyped title reign of yours and what do you do? You lose the belt away before we even get the match settled?! STUPID!”

He slaps Andrews hard stepping over his chest on purpose before leaning up against the ropes and pointing at the Announcer’s desk.

Honda:”Oye! Stu! You think that you deserve that TV Championship? You or anyone else before us could not get that belt off this bother from down under and when we set a carefully planned plot to motion, you come in and fuck it all up! That belt belongs to us and you better take notice of this, because you will lose the title to one of us. We OWN that championship and it belongs to US you have no right to carry it around like you deserve it!”

This makes Stu-E smile, he stands on up and holds up the title with a smirk on his face.

Strong:”You stupid Brit basta...”
Price:”Come and get it sunshine, I am right here, you think you can take it? Come on then, step up you bloody coward I won’t need any pipes or attacks to take you down like the bitch that you are!”

Honda is ready to jump at Price but Hongo grabs him by the shoulder and nods at the fallen champion their feet, this makes the angry Kazuo smile wide once again.

Honda:”You think you are really funny don’t you Stu-E well let’s how much fun Ace will have because of that joke of yours shall we? Let’s see how funny you find this!”

He sits on the chest of Andrews and starts to beat him in the face with the microphone

Stu is ready to leave his place but Hongo stands between him and Honda with the steel pipe in his hand patting it to his palm with a calm look across his face.

Price:”You bloody cowards...”
Strong:”Now look what you did! You are getting Ace to spend some time in intensive care if they don’t stop it soon!”

Finally Honda stops his beating then he realizes something, looking at his bloodied hand and says something to Hongo in Japanese the two men nod and Hongo gets out of the ring, pulls an official to the ring.

Price:”What the bloody hell are they doing now?”
Strong:”They got a referee in there, surely they won’t think that...”

Honda gets the microphone and steps to the front of the referee.

Honda:”Now, Ace Andrews has been so proud about not being pinned during his career, we are going to fix that RIGHT NOW, tell them to ring the bell I am having a match with him right here and now!”

The Ref stands there looking helpless he looks over to the other officials then at Hongo who just pats his pipe to his palm again giving a hint of what will happen if he does not comply. Finally a bell is rung and Referee is in place when Hongo picks Ace up to his feet..

Price:”This is not an actual match! Don’t tell me these idiots think this settles a bloody thing?”
Strong:”I don’t think they really care Price..”

Honda deliver a single devastating impact finisher slamming the helpless Ace Andrews down and goes for the cover being cocky enough to just slam his boot down the throat of Ace, the ref looks over at other officials again while Honda yells at him to count it Hongo approves it with a nod and slowly the referee is forced and he does the three count without any enthusiasm. Bell is rung again and Hongo gestures towards Honda and the ref reluctantly holds his hand up for the sign of win as Honda holds up the microphone.

Honda:”How do you like that RoP? Huh you could not get the title off Ace and you could not even get a pin over him well now he has lost his title and just now before your very eyes in this dump of a hellhole in Mexico I personally without any effort pinned this worthless former champion and we left him in a shape were he will think twice before mouthing off to his superiors again how do you like that?!”

Hongo congratulates his friend and since the referee is not needed anymore the big man throws him over the top rope before Honda hands over the microphone. Basking in the boos that the crowd is giving the duo, Hongo finds himself with an almost permanent smirk on his face. looking down on the downed Andrews, he figures that since Honda had his fun, why not have some fun himself. He picks the limp body of the former champion up, hoists him on his shoulders in a reverse firemans carry and swings him down into a neckbreaker, a move that gains respectable oomph due to the man’s sheer strength and size. After that he simply picks up the mic, places his foot on Ace’s chest and counts himself.

“Ichi. Nichi. San.”

With a snicker Hongo casually pushes Ace away and speaks up again, addressing the crowd as much as Stu-E.

“By now it should be obvious what me and my friend here are trying to convey. A new era is dawning on Ring of Pride. An era of domination. Era of violence. The Era of “The Modern Day Samurai” Takeshi Hongo and “Jap The Crippler” Kazuo Honda... The Era of the HaiKyoSha... The Renegades”

With that Hongo throws the mic into the ground next to the bloodied Ace and climbs a turnbuckle to show off as Honda joins in on the boasting.

Strong:”What a vulgar display of power these two men came in to Ring of Pride to deliver an impact and no matter how you feel about it I am sure there is no one around here who could deny that they have not noticed what took place tonight. I am being told that we are out of time this is all we have to show you from this week’s Meltdown what a show and what a ending for a show I am sure we will see what this develops in the weeks to come I am sure this is not the end of it, don’t you agree Stu?”
Price:”For once in my life I can bloody agree with you that this it not done yet!”