RoP presents Meltdown #2

[Simon]

RoP presents Meltdown
May 2nd, 2010
WestWorld Multipurpose Tent
Scottsdale, AZ
Attendance: 1,000

The live stream opens up to the image of Kris Peek sitting down and smirking at the camera.

KP: Hello, goo evening. As your Director of Programming, I intend to bring you people the best and greatest matches and events each and every show here online and our DVD tapings.That being said, recently a poll was put on the RoP website. It concerned the biggest prize here in Ring of Pride, the Southwestern Heavyweight title.It asked YOU, the fans what match you would like to see the first ever champion crowned in and the response was overwhelming.

He pauses, smirks at the camera and nods.

KP: That being said, I'd like to announce on behalf of Ring of Pride's front office that in a month's time at the first ever Out for Blood taping, we will see several of RoP's most elite athletes compete in a King of the Mountain match. The rules are simple. Everyone starts out the match as ineligible, but once you gain a pinfall or submission, you then become able to retrieve the title and hang it on the hook above the ring. Getting pinned or made to submit will force you to spend two minutes inside of a special penalty box. The object of this match is to get a pinfall or submission without being pinned yourself. We could go the whole match with only one person being "eligible" to win or we could have everyone be eligible by the end. But the first man or woman to climb a ladder and hang the title will be our first Southwestern Heavyweight Champion.

He nods, but then holds a finger up.

KP: I forgot. The first two participants in this match will be named right now by me and I can tell you right now that they are in tonight's main event. Ladies and gentlemen, the first two names in the King of the Mountain match are the Supreme Machine and..........

He pauses, then grins.

KP: Crazy Crazy Millar. Enjoy the carnage, folks. I know that I will.



SP: Folks, welcome to the second edition of Meltdown. I'm Stu-E Price here with Arturius Strong and Artie, what a show we have tonight here from Arizona!

AS: Indeed, Beef Stu, we have the Texas Television title tournament going on. We'll be seeing Taco Belmont taking on The Last Prince and then Shawna Rose taking on Tyler Ebonson. My picks for these matches? Nobody wins seeing the masked freak and idiot with the food fetish face off and any man is greater than any woman, period.

SP: You just don't learn, do you? Anyway, we'll also see Stephen Saint take on Fritz Leiter in a No Disqualifications match and this hell that Simon is putting his half brother through in order to make him leave is bullshit!

AS: Nobody asked for your two pounds, you silly little Brit. Anyway, we'll also see Anilya Gaian and "Big Gun" Dominic Zubrowka take on "Deadly" Dillon D'Angelo and "The Real Deal" Lucas Peek in a tag team battle.

SP: Dildo and I have been going back and forth on Twitter as I'm sure you know and if he's in a match, it's a given that it's a bathroom break, no offense to Gaian or Big Gun.

AS: Then in our main event, it'll be Jonathan Cage and Supreme Machine taking on The Sink and Pink Connection of Crazy Crazy Millar and his smoking hot MILF of a wife, Arianna.

SP: Have you no shame?

AS: Why even ask, dude?

SP: Anyway, let's go to Traci for opening fatal four way!


TL: The following match is a fatal four way and is set for one fall. Introducing first……Ronin.

“Violence Fetish” starts to play as the crowd gets to their feet as Ronin heads down the ramp from the back. He walks slowly and gets in to the ring.

SP: Ronin is making his debut here tonight. This is certainly a hell of a match to get your start in a company in. This is a fatal four way.

AS: Thanks, dumbass, she just said it was. We ALL know.

TL: And one of his opponents, on his way to the ring, Kyle Sanders!

His music is cut off as "Star" by Hell Yeah starts to play as Kyle, full of energy, runs down the ramp and slides into the ring as Ronin looks at him out of disgust and doesn’t wait for the others to come in as Ronin hits Kyle with a running clothesline to take him down. Traci doesn’t even get the chance to announce as she hops out of the ring, which is followed by the bell. Ronin smiles as he kicks Kyle in the head a few times as he runs and jumps off the ropes and hits a back flip landing it on the down Kyle. "Headstrong" by Trapt hits as now Jay is in full run down to the ring.

SP: Here comes Jay Millar, after what we saw last show in his match with Big Gun, I’m shocked he can even compete.

Ronin bounces off the ropes and runs, leaping over the top rope to spear Jay but he side steps it causing Ronin to crash to the ground hard. Jay shakes his head and dust off his shoulders as he drags Ronin back toward the ring. As soon as Jay gets close to the ring he gets grabbed and dragged underneath the ring and comes back out beat up as Morgan comes out from underneath the ring, smiling as she now has the upper hand. She hops into the ring as Kyle is starting to get up. Morgan walks over and grabs Kyle’s hair and drags him across the ring like he’s a rag doll and she lays him on his back and sits on his chest planting some primal screams in when she is putting her fist right to Kyle’s face. Ronin gets up and climbs in the ring and runs and kicks Morgan right in the head, causing her to fall off Kyle, who shakes the cob webs from his head. Ronin turns around to only get missile drop kicked by Jay. Jay hops up happy with what he did and turns around as Kyle is waiting for him and hits the Aftershock sending the crowd into an uproar. Kyle drops down and make a pin. One……Two……..FUCK NO!

AS: Close call for Kyle Sanders there and this has been nothing but a four man brawl, folks.

SP: What about Morgan? She’s not a man, you nit wit!

Ronin has Kyle by the hair, lifting him off the ground as he puts Kyle on his shoulders and performs a spine buster.... but Ronin doesn’t stop. He hits another spine buster just has hard he picks up Kyle one last time. Morgan had used the ring ropes to get up she climbs to the top rope, watching Kyle on Ronin's shoulders she leaps and performs a hurricanrana from the momentum Kyle drops to the mat and Ronin gets flung to the out side Morgan gets up smiling around at the carnage in the ring and she looks around to pick her target. She looks at Ronin from the out side and smiles waiting for him to get up but she gets taped on the shoulder lightly as the corwd seems to be laughing as Jay is up. She turns around slowly as Jay now has backed up and hit’s the Natural Spear. Morgan’s body bends as she hits the matt violently as the crowd starts to chant "Jay, Jay”. Jay drops down for the pin now. One……Two…….NO!

AS: Close call for Morry, but it gets broken up.

Once again Ronin is up and back in the ring. He smashes his boot into the back of the head of Jay. He picks Jay up and hits the Elder’s Wrath. Now all competitors are out in the ring as the ref looks around. Kyle seems to be the first moving, followed by Ronin. They are the first to their feet but they’re on wobbly legs and exchanging punches. Now Jay is up he seems to side with Kyle as they double team Ronin, launching him into the comer. Jay gets down in front of Ronin on all fours as Kyle comes from across the ring and runs and uses Jay as a step ladder as he hit’s a leg lariat to Ronin. Morgan is up now as she runs but Jay trips her as her face gets lunched toward Ronin’s balls and connects. Ronin screams in pain but can’t move. He’s pinned in. The sight looks like Morgan’s head is rested up against Ronin’s crotch. Jay takes this time to inflict saltto the wound and runs and dose a missile drop kick to the back of Morgan’s head, sending Ronin outside of the ring once more. Jay lays on his stomach and looks at Ronin on the floor as he is reaching from something. Kyle drags Jay by the legs and flips Jay over only to get hit in the face hard with a fist wrapped in steel chain, sending Kyle back down to the mat.

SP: Jay with an assist there from his trusty chain.

AS: And this guy is supposed to be a good guy according to our fans, yet he cheats? They’re fickled!

Jay gets into the ring and pulls up Morgan, nailing a jaw breaker. She staggers back and he goes for a Natural Spear on her again, but from outside he gets tripped up by Ronin. He falls face first into the mat and Ronin slides in, then nails the Elder’s Wrath on Jay. Morgan is getting up and he clotheslines her to the outside of the ring next to Kyle before he lifts Jay back up and nails a second Elder’s Wrath, as if making a statement before he finally pins him. One…….Two………Three!

TL: Here is your winner, RONIN!

SP: Talk about making a good first impression!

AS: I kinda like this Ronin freak. He’s got potential, Stu. He’s better than you, but then again that don’t say much!

[Simon]

MC Hammer’s ‘U Can’t Touch This’ strikes up over the PA heralding the arrival of RoP’s very own self proclaimed legend of the ring, Dillon D’Angelo. He strides down to the ring, carrying a wicker basket in his arm, ignoring the boos and jeers of the fans. Entering the ring he leaves the basket in the centre of the ring as he climbs to the middle turnbuckle in each corner saluting the fans in attendance and soaking up their ‘adulation’, before gathering a microphone from the ring announcer and returning to the middle of the ring.

Dillon: GOOOOOOOOODDDDDD EVENING SCOTTSDALE!! God I love this city and I know you are all my type of people…well maybe not ANY of the vermin actually here but the REAL people of Scottsdale – the rich, beautiful, well dressed and sun kissed – perfect just like me – the sort that shop at the Fashion Square and buy Gucci, Armani, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuitton and Tiffany. And because I like you all so much and because I have to share the ring with 3 nobodies today instead of the usual one, I’ve decided to treat you all to a little bit of extra Dillon-time right here, right now.

He pauses as he gets another chorus of boos.

Dillon: I know, I know, I’m spoiling you, I’m making you feel like actual people rather than insects but that’s just the kind generous person I am. Anyway I came out here tonight, to do something I don’t usually do very often, indeed don’t normally have to do very often – apologise.

I’m sure you are all aware of a small website known as Twitter, some of you maybe members, some of you may even be Twittering right now about how wonderful I am and I wouldn’t blame you if you were. Well since the last Meltdown, that site has finally gained credibility as I signed up as a member and all of sudden the Library of Congress wants to store every tweet and World Leaders like Venzuela’s Hugo Chavez signs up too. That’s right, you can forget all the fake Dillon D’Angelo’s that are on there and follow the real me by typing in Dillon D’Angelo – all one word. Had you done then in the last fortnight then you would have found me dedicating most of my posts to replying to my colleague and our colour commentator, Stu-E Price, as I got embroiled in a petty war of words. You’re right Stu-E, it was childish and immature and I shouldn’t have been dragged down to your level, so I’ve brought a little gift for you.

Pulling the basket into the corner nearest the announce desk and flicks open the lid and reaches in, pulling out an armful of items and starts to go through them one by one dropping them back into basket.

Dillon: I know you;ve retired and gone soft on us, so I’ve got you some stuff here to fit with your new more ‘relaxed’ lifestyle. So let’s see what we’ve got here shall we? ...Oh some bon bons for when you’re watching your stories – Days Of Our Lives right Stu-E thats your favourite isn’t it?...And these here are a keeper – Bridget Jones Diary, Mamma Mia and the Sex And The City movies to keep you busy whenever there’s a sport on. Now we’re getting down to the good stuff...a pair of slippers and a frilly pink night gown so you can be most comfortable whilst you’re doing the ironing in front of The Young And The Restless or whatever it is.

He holds up a frilly pink nightgown that looks about 3 sizes too big for Stu-E and a pair of fluffy pink slippers complete with a maribou trim.

Dillon: I’m sure Mr. Pri...sorry Mrs. Price will love seeing you in this. But I still have one more gift for you Stu-E...

He pulls what looks to be a white handkerchief out and begins to unfold it. He starts to parade around the inside of the ring holding up a large pair of white women’s knickers.

Dillon: These are about your size right Stu-E? I figure about five minutes after the bell rings for my match tonight you’re gonna find a change of underwear very, very useful. As you’re gonna sit there and watch me take apart this big dumb palooka from Eastern Europe and the crazy girl with the unpronounceable name in record time you will know that retirement is the option having surely soiled yourself out of fear that there’s even the smallest chance of ever being forced to step into the ring opposite me. Here you go Stu-E.

He throws the underwear at him, it falling short and landing on the mat outside the ring.

Dillon: Now let’s get on with the rest of this crap-fest they call the undercard to my main event match.

He drops the microphone and leaves the ring as it cuts to an advert package for the next Meltdown.




TL: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a first round contest in the Texas Television Championship Tournament. Introducing first, from parts unknown....The Last Prince!

"A Call to Arms" kicks in over the sound system as the fans boo once they see the masked TLP emerge from the curtain and make his way to the ring slowly before getting in and looking around.

AS: Prince got a win last week and well......you'd expect him to get one here too.

SP: Come on, that's disrespectful to his opponent.

TL: And his opponent, ladies and gentlemen.........Taco Belmont!

"Insane in the Membrane" hits now as Taco makes his way out of backstage area with a trash can in tow and stalks down to the ring before throwing it in.

AS: What in the fuck?

SP: He's loco.........what can I say?

Taco gets in the ring and the bell dings as Prince looks oddly at the garbage can, but elects to attack Taco as he gets in the ring, nailing some shots to him before nailing a side headlock takedown. Taco battles to his feet, nails some shots to Prince's midsection and then whips him hard into the ropes. Prince comes back and Taco has the garbage can and throws it at him. Prince catches it, but Taco dropkicks it back into his face. The masked man goes backward and Taco takes the can, sets it up and then snap suplexes Prince onto it. Prince holds his back and screams as he rolls off of the can. Taco smirks at what he's done and nails some kicks to TLP before getting him up, setting him in one corner and then whipping him across the ring into another. Taco charges in after him and Prince lifts a leg up and nails Taco in the jaw to send him back.

AS: What an idiot, Taco fell for the oldest trick in the book.

SP: Yeah, well nobody claimed he was the sharpest tool in the shed.

Prince waits for Taco to regain his composure and then nails a big uppercut blast to him before lifting Taco onto his shoulders and nailing a samoan drop back into the corner that hangs Taco up in the ropes for the moment, Prince takes a few steps back and then blasts him with a series of stiff kicks. He pulls Taco out of the ropes and then nails a belly to back suplex. Taco folds like an accordion and the fans boo as TLP makes it to his feet and looks at Taco before turning and nailing a standing moonsault. Taco holds his belly and TLP hooks a leg for a pin. One......Two.......NO! Taco gets a shoulder up. TLP shakes his head, pulls Taco up and goes for a snap suplex, but Taco lands behind him and then charges into the corner, ramming TLP against it and then hitting a huge release German suplex.

AS: Wow......I'm kinda shocked by that beautiful suplex by Taco.

SP: I'm just shocked at how well he's doing.

Taco gets up to the top rope and when TLP gets up, he flies off with a missile dropkick. TLP lands hard on the mat and then tries to get up in the corner. Taco nails some stiff shots to him and then nails a knee lift to Prince's skull. He pulls TLP out of the corner and then gets on the middle rope himself. he grabs TLP, spins and nails a tornado DDT that lays Prince out. Taco gets on top of Prince and hooks a leg. One.......Two.......NO! TLP kicks out and Taco yells at the referee. This backs the ref up a little as Taco gets right in his face. This allows Prince time to regroup. He comes up behind Taco and goes for a roll up but Taco rolls through, gets to his feet and then springs off the ropes and nails a head scissors take down on Prince as he goes to get up.

AS: Taco is showing some quick offense here.

SP; I'm shocked he's showing ANY offense!

Taco gets up and the crowd pops a little for him as a "are you legal?" chant starts up. Taco shouts something in Spanish to the fans and then turns to pick up Prince, but gets nailed in the midsection for his troubles. Finally, Prince leaps up and suplexes Taco. Both men are down the ref starts a count. One......Two.......Three........Four.........Five.........Six..........Seven. Taco is finally up and turns around as TLp goes for an enziguri. Taco ducks and then rams TLP knee first into the mat. When Prince goes to get up, Tack springs off the ropes an goes for El Burrito! But TLP reverses into a crossface! Taco quickly makes it to the ropes and the ref forces a break. The fans are starting a dueling 'let's go Taco/ Let's go Prince" chant as Prince makes it to his feet, as does Taco, who goes for a superkick. Prince ducks, spins Taco around and plants him with The Last Stand!

AS: TACO'S DOWN!

SP: WHAT A HEARTBREAKER!

Prince hooks the leg. One......Two.......Three!

TL: The winner of the match and advancing to the finals of the Texas Television title tournament........THE LAST PRINCE!

Prince gets his hand raised, but gets taken down from behind by a hooded man with a baseball bat, who takes him down by the legs and then swings and nails a shot to the back of his masked head. The man gets booed by the fans, but looks over at Taco and the crowd becomes hushed as he does so. Taco looks at him and seems ready to fight before smirking and raising up his hand for the hooded man to high five.

AS: What in the fuck.....................

Suddenly, the man pulls back the hood and reveals himself to be grinning as he stretches out his arms as Taco leaps around in excitement and the fans let out a mixed reaction.

SP: JASON BELMONT! HOLY SHIT! WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?

AS: My god, the former Belmont Champion is here in RoP and......why? We don't need another curtain jerk, do we?

SP: Folks, we're gonna try and get some answers for you.......we'll be right back.

The scene fades to a commercial for upcoming shows.



Price: We just witnessed the first half of the finals for the Texas Television Title being decided, next up is "The Black Diamond" Tyler Ebonson vs. "The Hardcore Princess" Shawna Rose.

Strong: Let's hope they have a better match. I'm tired of hearing about Taco Belmont and his taco crazes. That and the last match wasn't that great by MY standards.

Price: Now, now, Art, be tolerant. He's just...eccentric.

Strong: Yet you're the one who called him "Loco" two weeks ago.

(Bell Rings)
Traci: The following contest is a semi-final match for the Ring of Pride Texas Television Title Tournment.

"The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to place as Shawna Rose appears from behind the curtains with Kris Peek right behind her.

Traci: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Director of Programming Kris Peek, from Ely, Minnesota, weighing 140 lbs., "The Hardcore Princess" Shawna Rose.

Price: Rose is coming off a win against Dillon D'Angelo two weeks ago at the Inaugural Meltdown.

Strong: I still say he got screwed, though seeing him shove you was funny.

Price: Let's not talk about that part, I'm trying to stay professional here, unlike others I know.

Strong gives him a dirty look as Shawna enters the ring and does a pose for the fans and turns to wait for Tyler. The lights dim as "Make Your Own Way" by Cinderella blares over the PA. Shortly after, the lights turn a slight black hue as Tyler Ebonson makes his way from behind the curtain.

Traci: And her opponent, from Centerville, Massachusetts, weighing 142. lbs., "The Black Diamond" Tyler Ebonson.

Strong: Such arrogance from this man. He thinks that one win makes him the greatest in the world. Glad he got smacked around two weeks ago.

Price: "Crazy" Taco Belmont, eccentric, but crazy.

Tyler reaches the ring and slides in, then removes his jacket and hands it to Harvey Klein, as well as his glasses and bandana. Klein hands them to a staff member at ringside and calls for the bell.

(Bell Rings)

Price: And the second semi-final match for Texas Television Title is under way!

Shawna and Tyler stare at each other before Tyler moves in and attempts to do a test of strength, however Shawna kicks him the stomach and attempts a DDT, but Tyler quickly counters with a quick shove. Shawna snaps to her feet just in time for Tyler to catch her head in a headlock, then grabs her arm and performs a suplex. Tyler picks her up and tries to Irish whip her into the ropes, but gets countered with an Irish whip himself. On the rebound from the ropes, Shawna hits him with a single knee facebreaker, disorienting him long enough for her to hit with a shining wizard.

Price: This match is already starting to look good.

Strong: It's more boring than the last one, PICK UP THE PACE!

Price: Oh, no, sir, this is fine by me, in every way.

She tries to go for the cover, but Tyler immediately kicks out before Klein has a chance to get into position for a count. She gets up and attempts to an inverted Boston crab, but Tyler counters with a kick to her sternum and gets up. He runs at her and lands a clothesline. He picks her up and performs a quick scoop slam. He brushes some of his hair out of his face and climbs the turnbuckle. Shawna gets and runs against the ropes, making Tyler lose his balance and fall off the turnbuckle, grabbing his testicles. Shawna attempts and applies an inverted Boston crab. Klein rushes over to Tyler as he lets out grunts of pain as Shawna applies more pressure to his upper back and neck, nearly sitting down in front of him.

Price: An inverted Boston crab, she has him caught in a very bad place as very few people have ever gotten out of this move.

Strong: He better, otherwise this will be too short and boring for me.

Tyler rests his shoulders on the mat, but with his back right on the mat, he quickly raises one shoulder before Klein could begin counting. Tyler begins to overpower Shawna and sends her right into Klein, slamming into the nearby turnbuckle. Shawna lands on her back as Klein falls on her. Tyler sees this opportunity and slides out the ring as Kris, on the other side of the ring, tries to cheer Shawna on.

Strong: NOW business is starting to pick up!

Price: Shit, Harvey Klein's down and no Tyler is outside the ring.

Strong: Watch your language, it's a family show!

Tyler goes towards the apron and pulls out a chair and tosses it into the ring. As he slides into the ring, Shawna gets up and sees the chair. She grabs it and gets prepared to slam Tyler with it. As soon as he entered the ring, he gets smacked hard over the head with the chair, slightly denting the chair. He staggers a bit before falling to the mat unconscious. Shawna throws the chair outside the ring and attempts to cover Tyler. However, Klein's still unconscious as well from being slammed in the turnbuckle

Crowd: 1...2...3...4...5...6

Shawna breaks her cover and attempts to wake up Klein, but fails badly. Tyler starts moving as Shawna gets up and slides out of the ring and grabs the chair again. She gets back into the ring with the chair in hand and attempts to hit Tyler once more. Tyler grabs the chair quickly to prevent his head from being smacked and forcefully removes it from Shawna's grip, then proceeds to hit her over the head with it, making her fall to the mat hard. He sees Klein starting to come to and tosses the chair out of the ring and goes for a cover. Klein regains his composure and slowly moves into position.

Klein and Crowd: 1.......2......

Shawna gets her shoulder up just before the third count Tyler gets frustrated as he almost had her beat. He gets up and stands her up as well. He runs towards the ropes and attempts to do the Roughcut, but Shawna counters with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, after which, she falls to the mat, exhausted. Klein looks at both individuals, still groggy and spacing from the hit, beings to count.

Klein: 1.........2.........3.........4.........5

Tyler slowly makes his way his feet, followed by Shawna. He grabs the ropes to help him regain his balance while Shawna falls to her knees after breaking Klein's count at eight.

Price: Both of them are showing exhaustion. The chair shots they both gave each other are taking their tolls.

Strong: I loved it, it was amazing

Shawna slowly makes her way to Tyler and Irish whips him quickly. As he comes around, she hits him with a spinning spinebuster, making him land hard on his already sore back. She poses for the crowd, but gets a mixed reaction from them and walks over towards Tyler and picks him up. She grabs him and attempts to do the Princess Crown, but he quickly counters it by hitting her head with his available right arm. The force of the blows are enough to make her become disoriented, giving Tyler enough time to move away from her and hit with the Roughcut. He applies a figure four leg lock, making Shawna scream in pain. However, she reaches for the ropes and grabs the bottom one, making Tyler break the hold. He gets up and runs towards the ropes. Shawna rises to her feet, only to be hit with a running drop kick, which sends her outside the ring.

Strong: HA HAH! Tyler has the advantage out, and Shawna's too disoriented to do anything.

Price: Don't count her out yet!

Strong: I'm not the one counting her out, Klein is!

Tyler runs towards the ropes again and as he reaches the ropes Shawna's near, he jumps over them in a somersault press, landing on Shawna's back hard, also making Klein reset his count again. He slides back into the ring and taunts for the crowd, who gets mostly boos than cheers. Shawna slowly rises to her feet and slides back into the ring. However, Tyler catches her in time and sends her to the turnbuckle. He lands a side kick to her stomach, making her fall from the turnbuckle. He climbs up the turnbuckle and performs a leg drop, connecting.

Price: Shawna's in trouble if he goes for the cover.

Strong: He better go for the damn thing and face TLP in the finals!

He slowly gets to his feet and sees the motionless Shawna, and climbs the turnbuckle again and motions to the crowd and performs the Stopwatch, which causes a lot of cameras to go off. Shawna rolls out of the at the last second, making him hit the canvas hard. She slowly gets up and picks Tyler up, and sets him up and lands the Princess Crown. She quickly goes for the cover as Klein inches his way over to Tyler's area and gets into position.

Klein and Crowd: 1......2......3!

Klein calls for the bell as "The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play over the PA.

Traci: Here's your winner and in the finals for the Ring of Pride Texas Television Title Tournament, "The Hardcore Princess" Shawna Rose.

[Simon]

Suddenly we cut to backstage, into a small interviewing stand where we can see Alyssa Jordan standing with a mic and smiling.

"Good evening everyone! At this time I got a VERY special guest here! A man who is going to debut soon! And what a hunk he is!"

The cameras pan to the right, focusin on a man who can only be described as one word. Old. A black do-rag covers his head, but the graying that has overtaken his shoulder-lenght locks is clearly a manifestation of age and not dye. From under his heavy set brows, a pair of brown eyes gaze at the camera. Despite his apparent age, somewhere in his mid-fifties, the man is extremely fit, thick arms are showcased by his tighly fitting black tanktop, which also fails to hide his rather impressive sixpack. The man strokes his moustache and takes the mic from Jordan, speaking up in a very deep tone.

"Thank you missy, but I can handle this from here on"

He more or less shoves Jordan out of the set and then focuses on the camera.

"Greetings. You must be wondering who in the blue hell I am. Well, I will get right to it. My name is Terry Robinson. You might've heard the name before, but I wouldn't be surprised even if you didn't, seeing as the majority of you was still sucking their mommas breasts when I was out there in the ring charming women and entertaining the fans."

Robinson strokes his moustace again before continuing.

"Now brothers, you must be asking why in the blue hell is an old geezer like me doing here, in this oh-so-hip little promotion that you've got going here. The answer is simple brother, I am here to do what I do best, what I've done best for the last 25 years. Wrestle."

His demeanor changes a bit, there comes a slight bitter undertone to his deep baritone as he continues.

"I mean, dude. The great Terry Robinson, forced to ply his trade in a small time fed like this... Now what's up with that? Let me tell you a story. I used to be big. I was the fan favorite, people from around the world loved me. But then... But then the so called "Smart Marks" came around. No longer were the crowds happy with seeing me bear hug someone into submission. No longer did they think that a simple DDT could be a weapon of mass destruction like mine is. No no no no no no... You had to jump around like a friggin circus clown, with dozens of different flips and flops to get noticed. You needed to be able to pull off the most complicated drivers, slams and submission moves to meet the acceptance of the crowds."

He clenches his right fist, slamming it into the wall. There is clearly a lot of bent up anger and frustation in this old man.

"Seriously dudes... "Smart Marks"... isn't that like saying "Idiot Genius"? You are the very thing that's wrong with this business nowadays. Back in my day all you needed was THE look, some skill with the mic and a few tried and tested moves to make the fans go away happy. But now, now you need to borderline Kill your opposition with moves that defy human physique, or with jumps and dives that put yourself in greater risk than your opponent to get any kind of a reaction out of you! Dudes, that is just so fucked up I can't even properly put it to words!"

Robinson stares at the camera intently as he continues.

"You are slowly killing this business you know? The average career of a wrestler has gone down with almost a decade. Nobody can stay in this business for 20, 25 years like I have with the style you Spoiled Brats demand! Back in my day you could easily continue being a major draw well into your fifties! But now, you are simply physically so broken by the time you hit forty that you got no hope of wrestling ever again. That is all your doing!"

He points at the camera, and by proxy, the crowd out in the arena.

"But Terry Robinson doesn't roll like that no. They've been calling me "Old School" for years now, trying to demean and belittle me. Screw them, I am old school and I'm proud of it! I come from an era where the chant "Boring" didn't even exist. Back in my day the crowds appreciated the hard work we put into that ring, and cheered even without complicated throws, locks or flips. Well Dudes, better prep up those vocal chords for the Boring-chants, because "Old School" Terry Robinson has hit the scene. And you can be damn sure that you won't see me climbing to that turnbuckle, you will barely be seeing me leave my feet voluntarily. I won't use a overly complex glorified resthold to put away my opponents if a tried and tested Bear Hug can do the job. I won't bother with triple powerbombs or jumping kneeling piledrivers to send my opponents into dream street when a good old DDT will do the job just fine. So chant boring all you want, you bunch of spoiled brats. I am here to uphold the spirit of Wrestling, as it used to be back in my day. And if you don't like it dudes, then you can just sod off because that is not my problem. I am not here to entertain you, I am here to beat up other people and wrestle."

He throws a little mocking pose to the camera before finishing up.

"Ring of Pride, it's time to get back to school. It's time to get back to Old School!"




TL: The next match is a No Disqulifications match set for one fall. Introducing first, on his way to the ring…..“The Diamond” Stephen Saint!

“California” hits as Saint walks out from the curtain to cheers as he swaggers down to the ring and gets into it before posing on the middle rope to a good reaction.

SP: Saint went through hell a few weeks ago and now he’s got another mountain to climb.

AS: He deserves it. Simon wants him gone and Saint won’t go. Now he’s trying to drive him from RoP and I say after tonight it may just work.

TL: And his opponent….from Berlin, Germany, making his RoP debut, “The One Man Reich” Fritz Leiter!

“Rise of Evil” plays as Fritz walks out with a scowl and looks around at the fans, who naturally boo him before he stalks to the ring and eyes Saint with a menacing look before he gets into the ring and gets in his corner, keeping his eyes on his opponent.

SP: This man is big, he looks bad and downright scary. I feel for Saint right now.

AS: Looking at Fritz, I can tell you that Saint will be feeling something……pain.

The bell rings and Leiter and Saint circle each other as the crowd gets eager to see them lock up. Leiter lunges toward Saint, who side steps him and then kicks him and nails him with a few shots before he tries whipping him into the ropes. Leiter reverses and sends Saint into the ropes instead and catches him with a back body drop. He nails some kicks to Saint as he gets up, then knees him repeatedly in the mid section before he hip tosses him. Saint goes to get up and Leiter charges and nails a big boot to the head of Stephen that sends him crashing to the ringside area. Leiter follows him out and waits until he gets up before he rockets Saint into the guard rail around ringside. Saint holds his rib cage and groans as he stumbles out and right into a side slam from Leiter who gets up and grins at the hurting Saint.

SP: Leiter is taking some pleasure in this demolition of Saint here and after the battle Saint was in a few weeks ago right here on Meltdown, you have to wonder how much he can take.

AS: He wouldn’t have to take shit if he would just leave this company like our owner wants. Saint is being stubborn and he’s paying it for now.

Fritz grabs Saint, lifts him up onto his shoulder and then charges the ring post, driving Saint shoulder first into it before dropping him down abruptly. Saint screams, holding his shoulder before Fritz searches under the ring and pulls a table out. He sets it up and grabs a black bag from under the ring where the table was and pours it’s contents, hundreds of thumbtacks out onto the table and he spreads them out. He looks down at Saint, who is still down and then pulls another table, this one with at least ten light tubes on the top of it, held onto the table by the barbed wire wrapped around it. He sets that table on top of the other one and the fans start to chant “USA” as Fritz grabs Saint and lifts him up.

SP: Fritz is going up onto the apron and this is bad news for Saint. This isn’t right. Simon is blatantly abusing his damn powers by doing this week in, week out to Stephen.

AS: Yeah, well you speak like that the owner and see where it gets you. Saint is about to die and I fucking love it!

Leiter lifts Saint up and then charges, looking to maybe drop him onto the tables, but Saint reverses, grabs Leiter by the head and BOTH fall through the tables thanks to a DDT by Saint. A while plume of gas from the light tubes hangs in the air as the crowd chants “Holy shit” loudly and both Leiter and Saint don’t move a muscle. Finally, some movement happens and Saint gets an arm over Fritz! The ref counts! One…..Two……FUCK NO! The crowd boos a little with Fritz kicking out and Saint shakes his head.

SP: Saint is about to cry, it seems and I can’t blame him. How in the hell did Fritz kick out after that? How?

AS: Saint is shit out of luck and we both know it. Fritz is a war machine. He lives for the thrill of the fight and he knows what it takes to win, I assure you.

Saint rolls out of the wreckage and gets to his feet, revealing a bloody back. He holds it as he gets to his feet slowly and kicks Leiter a few times. He pulls him up and the launches him face first into the ring post. Leiter stumbles away from Saint in a daze and we see some blood running down the top of his head. He turns around and Saint charges at him, but Leiter drop toe holds him face first into the ring stels. A loud clang echoes through the place as Leiter grabs Saint, pulls him up and rolls him into the ring. He gets on him and goes for the cover. One…..Two…..NO! Saint kicks out and Leiter can’t believe it. He picks Saint up and grabs him around the throat and choke slams him down. He then rolls out of the ring and looks under the skirting for something quickly.

SP: The last time he did this, some chaos ensued. I’m not a better man, but I’d wager things here are about to get REALLY brutal REALLY fast.

AS: Yeah and you know what? I fucking love it!

Leiter pulls put a pane of glass that’s about as wide as his chest and as big as from his chest to his head. The crowd pops as Leiter rolls into the ring. He gets to his feet and the fans really roar as Saint springs into action and looks for a Diamond Spike, but Leiter ducks, spins Saint around and smashes the panel of glass over his head with a loud smash. Saint falls to the mat and is laid out. The fans boo and really shit on Leiter as he scowls down at Saint and pinks him. One……Two…….FUCK NO! The fans roar as Leiter gets on his knees and shakes his head as he looks down at Saint and the shards of glass all around them. That’s when he seems to get some kind of an idea. He rolls out of the ring and pulls Saint with him before he unhooks the guard rail in front of them and places it on top of the apron and the standing guard rail like a sort of bridge. The fans seems to realize what’s going to happen as Leiter pulls Saint up to the apron and stands up as well.

SP: This don’t look good for Saint, Artie. After all that man has been through the last few shows, this isn’t right. Kris Peek needs to put a stop to Simon and his tyranny against Stephen!

AS: Saint’s about to feel the wrath of the Reich and he’s not even gonna need to go to a camp to get it!


Suddenly, Leiter looks to lift Saint up and the fans "ooohhh" as he sets up for a modified Aryan Bomb. He starts to run on the apron with Saint and then crashes down onto the set up guard rail, causing it to dent badly before he drags a lifeless Saint off of it and with the fans popping a little, pins him! One......Two......THREE!

SP: Damnit, Simon got his wish here but you have to wonder what's going through Saint's mind.

AS: I can tell you what's going through Fritz's mind and it's total domination after this win!

TL: Here is your winner, FRITZ LEITER!



We catch up with Simon Sensation, who is standing by with Devon Saturday.

DS: Simon, we just saw Stephen Saint literally put through hell at the hands of Fritz Leiter and you asked for this interview time still. What's on your mind, man?

Simon smirks at Devon and shakes his head.

Simon: Saint, I don't want you in this company, I think I've made that much clear. You may be my supposed blood, but you know what? This is my company. I never signed up to a deal. I had no plans to bring you on board. I mean, I want RoP to be the number one source of wrestling for fans of every style of wrestling, everywhere. I want this company to be number one. I don't want any over the top, bullshit storylines here. I'm not here to swerve the fans, Devon. I'm here to give them what they want straightforward and I'm a perfectly honest guy.

He shrugs.

Simon: I just never envisioned Saint being a part of this revolution, Devon. I never envisioned Saint as being a productive part of this company. Yeah, he may have held titles elsewhere. He may have been big shit in the AWA and EWC, but you know what? Look at those letters on that microphone, Devon. This isn't AWA and thank god this isn't EWC. This is RoP. This is professional wrestling that's raw, untamed and unchained. And if you ask me, Stephen just don't fit into the image of what this company is about. To me, he's like a sports entertainer, not a wrestler and that shit don't fly with me. It's obvious that I got all of the wrestling ability and talent in this family and well......I'm also one hell of a businessman, Devon.

He holds a finger up.

Simon: Which is why if Saint don't want to leave RoP on his own, I'm going to continue stacking the odds against him and I'll continue making his life a living hell until he leaves on his own. And next Meltdown just so happens to be well.....the most brutal of all my trials and tribulations for little Stephen. In two weeks you'll see what I mean, but for now, I have other business to attend to.

With this, he smirks at Saturday and then walks away as Devon takes in a deep breath.

DS: You heard it here, guys, in two weeks Stephen Saint apparently has some harsh stuff coming his way yet again. Be sure to stay tuned to RoP.com for more details on this as it develops, folks.

[Simon]

TL: The following contest is a tag team contest that is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from team number one from Auburn, Massachusetts……”Big Gun” Dominic Zubrowka!

“Big Gun” hit’s the sound system and the fans book as the menacing Zubrowka swaggers down the aisle and to the ring. He wastes little time in stepping up to the ring and getting inside, looking toward the entrance area as the fans continue to boo him.

SP: Zubrowka made a statement last show against Jay Millar, power bombing him through a table to the point where the ref had to stop the match for Jay’s sake. I doubt that will happen here, but Big Gun is certainly someone to keep an eye on.

TL: And his partner, on her way to the ring……Anilya Gaian!

“It’s My Life” hits as Anilya walks out from behind the curtain to some cheers from the fans before she walks at a rather quick pace down to the ring and rolls inside, eyeing Zubrowka cautiously as she does so.

AS: Got to wonder how these two will work as a team. Zubrowka is certainly a beast and Anilya……well…..she seems like a wild and crazy bitch of her own. She seems like the kind of girl that would scratch your back to hell during sex, if you ask me……

SP: Nobody did………

TL: And their opponents, first from Kilgore, Texas……”The Real Deal” Lucas Peek!

“Burn it to the Ground” starts to play and Lucas walks out from the curtain and raises his hands to boos. He walks down to the ring, talking shit to some fans as he does so, then stops just shy of the ring and eyes his opponents inside.

AS: This will be Lucas’ first RoP match. He’s excelled elsewhere, but here? This is where the shit hit’s the fan and hopefully Lucas knows what he’s getting into.

SP: I don’t think he does. If he did, he wouldn’t be teaming with the asshole that he is.

TL: And his tag team partner……..

All of a sudden, we hear coughing interrupting her and see that Stu is standing up with a microphone.

SP: Allow me to do this one, Traci……on his way to the ring, he is the WORSE professional wrestler of all time, he has an ego bigger than his mother’s ass………ladies and gents……DILDO D’ANGELO!

The fans get a good chuckle at this as “U Can’t Touch This” hits and Dillon walks out purposefully and goes toward Stu, getting into a heated war of words with him as the bell rings and Lucas looks up to see Anilya leap onto the top rope and then somersault onto Peek, knocking him down on his ass. The fans pop for this and then Anilya rolls him into the ring, allowing him to get stomped by Zubrowka, who lifts Peek up and nails a snake eyes in the corner before raising his boot up and choking him. Meanwhile, Stu tells Dillon to turn around on the outside. He does and Anilya takes a running start on the apron and takes him down with a plancha! The fans are chanting “this is awesome” at the action that they’ve already gotten so far.

AS: Folks, you’ve already seen more action in the opening minute of this match than most companies give you in a fifteen minute match!

SP: Yeah and you know what? Dildo got what he deserved.

Zubrowka, in the ring, nails a hip toss on Lucas, then hit’s a few stiff kicks to the back of “The Real Deal”. Lucas looks toward his corner and find Dillon not there. Zubrowka pulls him up, but Lucas nails a few shots to his midsection and then runs into the ropes and goes for a flying shoulder tackle. Zubrowka catches him, though and the fans actually pop for Big Gun as he flips Lucas over and nails his trademark jacknife power bomb!

AS: HOLY SHIT! ZUBROWKA IS OUT TO END THIS EARLY!

SP: No…….turn around Big Gun!

Suddenly, Dillon comes in from behind and nails a chop block to Zubrowka’s leg. The big stumbles forward and when he turns around, Dillon leaps up and goes to nail a drop kick, but it looks like it barely hit Big Gun. The big man stands there and places his hands on his hips as he scowls at Dillon, who sees that his dropkick had no effect and starts to back off into his own corner when suddenly Lucas comes from behind and nails a belly to back suplex on Zubrowka, but seems to use up all of his own energy in the process. Dillon gets up, pulls Lucas into their corner and then tags himself in and nails stomp after stomp to the downed Zubrowka before raising his hands to boos from the crowd and a “you can’t wrestle” chant.

AS: Lucas took the big man down and it looks as if Dillon is trying to take the credit for it here. I know you’ve had a little pussy war of words on Twitter with Dillon lately and you can’t be liking this.

SP: I don’t like Lucas much, but if this team wins it’ll be because of him. Hell, Artie, a Hulk Hogan wrestle buddy could have a better match with more believable offense than Dildo.

Dillon goes into his opponents’s corner and cheap shots Anilya with a slap. She tries getting into the ring and the referee stops her and Dillon lifts up Zubrowka’s legs as he lays there and then nails several shots to Zubrowka’s groin. The big man groans audibly the fans boo as Dillon leans against the ropes, admiring his handiwork before he picks Dominic up and goes to nail a scoop slam on him. Big Gun blocks it and the look on Dillon’s face tells the story as he lets go of Zubrowka, then backs into his corner quickly and tags in Lucas, who just got up on the apron. Lucas looks at Dillon and shrugs before exchanging a few words with him. Suddenly, Zubrowka grabs the top rope and pulls on it, causing Lucas to fly over the top rope and into the ring. He holds his back as Big Gun tags in Anilya to a huge response from the fans.

AS: Anilya is in here and there seems to have been some problems with Dillon and Lucas. Not sure what was up there.

SP: Dildo’s a pussy, that’s what’s up. I hope Anilya can get her hands on him, but then again he’s a slimy little prick.

Anilya gets onto the top rope and with Lucas down, leaps off with a moonsault and lands right on him. She hooks his leg and goes for the cover. One……Two…….NO. Dillon is in to break it up and as the referee forces him into his corner, Anilya gets up and looks on in frustration, then turns around and gets blasted with a pair of brass knucks from Lucas, who lays her out and then goes for a cover of his own! One…..Two…..NO! Zubrowka is in to break it up, grabbing Lucas from behind and lifting him up into a full nelson before lifting him up and dropping him with a full nelson slam. Lucas gets up slowly and Dominic nails a Bullseye to Lucas, sending him through the ropes to the apron. He turns around, however and gets clobbered by Dillon, who knocks him over. Dillon claps his hands together, as if happy at his handiwork and turns around as Anilya leaps over from the apron, lands on middle rope and then moonsaults into the ring and transitions into a DDT position, then changes it into a rolling dice. The fans pop for this and as Lucas gets up on the outside, Anilya lays in wait, then springs into action and runs into the ropes and leaps over with a corkscrew somersault but Lucas seems to catch her and then brings her down with a snap power bomb into the ground which causes the fans to go “ooooo”.

AS: Big move from Lucas and that may have been all he had left in his tank, not that he started with much to begin with.

SP: Look at this…..uh oh……Dildo is about to pull something out of his ass on Zubrowka.


Dillon grabs Zubrowka and goes to pull him up, but Big Gun nails a few shots to his stomach. Zubrowka hit’s a few elbow shots, then catches Dillon in a side slam. When Dillon gets up, he goes for a Bullseye, but Dillon ducks. Zubrowka turns and Dillon takes him down a spear that seems to daze Dillon more than Big Gun. The dazed Dillon gets to his feet and then climbs up to the top rope in the corner. Suddenly, Stu has left the announcer's table and is approaching the corner that Dillon is standing in. Dillon barks at him and Stu shoots back. Suddenly, Dillon is grabbed from behind by Big Gun, who ends up adjusting Dillon's positioning and nails a Big Bang!

AS: BIG BANG! But he owes an assist to Stu!

Zubrowka hooks Dillon‘s leg. One……Two…….Three!

TL: Here are your winners, DOMINIC ZUBROWKA AND ANILYA GAIAN!


After the match is over with, RoP Owner Simon Sensation comes out near the entrance area to boos from the fans. He has a smirk on his face and waves to the people in the ring.

Simon: Hey guys, um good match and all, but I have some um.....interesting news to break to you all. You see, everyone now knows that a King of the Mountain match will take place in a few weeks at Out for Blood and we know two people in the match.

The crowd starts a "Simon sucks" chant, which he ignores.

Simon: And I'm out here right now to inform you that two of the very people you saw in that ring just now in that tag match will be in King of the Mountain, getting a shot to become the first RoP Southwestern Heavyweight Champion! Those two people will be........

He laughs, seemingly finding some amusement in this.

Simon: ANILYA GAIAN AND DOMINIC ZUBROWKA!

Anilya and Dominic, who are in the ring watching Simon, suddenly turn to look at each other as the crowd goes ape shit. The start to boo, however when Zubrowka kicks Anilya, then lifts her up and nails a Big Bang in the middle of the ring and then stares down at Anilya, seemingly having his sights set on her now. As the fans boo and crap on Big Gun, Simon holds a hand up and chuckles.

Simon: Oh and in two weeks right here on Meltdown, before King of the Mountain and Out for Blood, you'll all see Anilya Gaian against Dominic Zubrowka, one on one..........

He seems to take some amusement in this as Big Gun looks at him with a scowl and Simon backs up toward the curtain. The scene fades to a commercial for RoP merchandise.



TL: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and it is an Anything Goes tag team match. Introducing team number one, first on his way to the ring.......Jonathan Cage!

"This is Madness" hits the PA system and Cage walks out purposefully to the ring and rolls in to some good fanfare. Suddenly, before he can even pose in the corner......"Warheart" hits the sound system.

AS: He don't even get a complete entrance? How do these two expect to exist as a team?!

SP: WHAT IN THE FUCK?

Suddenly, Supreme Machine comes into the ring behind Cage and takes him down with a chair to the back as the fans boo. He nails Cage while he's down and then sets the chair in the corner before he sends Cage face first into it. Jonathan's face is bloodied and he rolls out of the ring as SuMa smirks much to the fan's dismay, but that disappears and the crowd pops as "Super Girl (Pink Injection Edit)" by Miley Cyrus hits the PA as a bright pink light bathes the tent.

TL: And their opponents.....Arianna Millar and Crazy Crazy Millar......The Sink and Pink Connection!

AS: SuMa took out his own partner, is this gonna be a handicap match?

SP; I wish I knew what SuMa was thinking.......then again, maybe not. He's in a hell of a sticky situation here.

Arianna bounds out, CCM behind her, waving her pink kitchen sink in the air, before dancing down the ramp and flinging herself into the ring. CCM, meanwhile raises his sink up, and follows nonchalantly down the ramp. Arianna bounds onto the turnbuckle, still waving the sink around, before hopping back to her corner. CCM has joined her by this point, and they bang sinks together. Suddenly, SuMa rushes over and knocks Arianna out of the ring as he tees off on CCM with shot after shot and then brings him into the center of the ring and screams at him before lifting him up and nailing a running powerslam!

AS: I don't understand this.......SuMa takes out Cage and then targets CCM?

SP: I do! CCM and SuMa are in the King of the Mountain. He wants to soften the meister of the kitchen sink up!

SuMa stays on CCM with some vicious shots to the back as he tries to get up. Arianna is up on the apron and springs up and launches herself off the top rope with an attempted cross body on SuMa, who catches her and then throws her effortlessly into the corner hard. Arianna looks hurt and this seems to piss off CCM who saw it. He gets to his feet and to the roar of the fans, who have started to chant "CCM, CCM", he nails shot after shot to SuMa's jaw before charging and clotheslining the big man to the arena floor. He gets up quickly and nails some stomps to a downed SuMa, then grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and blisters SuMa's back with one shot, then another, then another and then finally he shatters the stick over SuMa's skull. The fans pop and then explode as Arianna charges toward the ropes and nails a suicide dive onto SuMa!

AS: I'd bet that crazy bastard SuMa regrets taking out his partner now!

SP: I don't think he cares. I know CCM and Ari don't. They're really coming into their own now.

CCM rolls SuMa into the ring and grabs his sink, which he dropped in the opening attack. He raises it up and nails SuMa in the skull as he tries to get up. He then drops the sink aside, lifts SuMa up and Arianna comes in and they both hit a double armdrag on Supreme Machine, causing him to grab his back. He gets up up near the ropes and Arianna charges, but he back body drops her to the apron, where she lands. SuMa turns around and she goes for a springboard dropkick, but narrowly misses hitting her own husband as SuMa moves aside. SuMa bounces off the ropes and nails a double clothesline on them. He kicks Arianna aside and then focuses on CCM, even yelling audibly "you won't make it to Out for Blood!" at him. He picks CCM up and nails an Asylum Driver on him. He makes the cover. One.....Two! he pulls CCM up by the hair and then gets over by CCM's sink and lifts him up for a muscle buster.........

AS: If that big bastard nails this, it's over......

SP; Wait! Arianna! She's got her sink! Listen to these fans!

Arianna nails SuMa in the back with her sink and he drops CCM. She nails SuMa in the skull with the sink and he teeters against the ropes. Finally, she runs over to the ropes, steps up onto the middle rope and the uses her momentum to come back and nail a sick DDT on him! She floats over and goes for the cover! One.....Two...NO! SuMa kicks out and throws her off. He gets up and as he does so, CCM brings a table into the ring that's wrapped in barbed wire and sets it up in the corner. He grabs SuMa from behind and throws him him toward it, but SuMa falls short. CCM charges toward him and SuMa catches him with a belly to belly overhead suplex, sending CCM through the table instead and getting caught on the barbed wire as he fans chant "RoP, RoP".

AS: If he wanted to soften CCM up, he just accomplished his mission!

SP: Indeed, the master of sinkage is caught in that barbed wire and his wife is all alone against this beast right now!

Not afraid, Arianna nails a few kicks to SuMa's midsection and then some skillful punches before she whips him into the corner and follows him in looking for a dropkick. She nails it, then goes to bring him out with a bulldog, but he throws her off of him and onto the mat. She gets up and SuMa catches her with a brainbuster. SuMa focuses back on CCM, however and clobbers him as he gets up, spearing him through the ropes and to the tent floor. The two combatants already announced for the KOTM match at Out for Blood slug it out with punches. SuMa makes it up first, but CCM nails some solid shots to his midsection, then gets up and grabs him by the hair as he leads him up the entrance way with the fans screaming and then throws him toward a big metal X with lights on it bu the entrance curtain.

AS: These two are going anywhere and everywhere, Stu.

SP: This is an Anything Goes match and falls DO count anywhere.

SuMa manages to catch himself just shy of the X and all of a sudden, CCM audibly says "screw it" and charges, somersaulting in mid run and into SuMa, causing the big man to go backward into the big metal X, which ends up falling down backward. The fans start to chant "holy shit" real loudly and are on their feet. In the ring, Jonathan Cage has stirred and has climbed into the ring. Arianna is up and grabs him as he gets in and nails OMG That's Super!

AS: OMG, that looked painful!

She hooks both of his legs and covers him. One.....Two.......Three!

TL: The winners of the match, THE SINK AND PINK CONNECTION!

SP: Arianna gets the win on Cage and we have to see if Supreme Machine and Crazy Crazy Millar are okay....especially after that X falling.

The camera pans over the wreckage of the X and we see both CCM and Supreme Machine crawling from the wreckage and STILL sending shots at one another! SuMa lands a shot to CCM's skull, but CCM comes back with a kick to the gut of SuMa.

AS: They're still at it! These two are still locking horns even though the match is over!

SP: Folks, this is an out of control situation but we'll see you in two weeks time as we continue to gear up for Out for Blood: King of the Mountain! For Artie and everyone else here in RoP, have a good night!