Post by Leonard Fox on Dec 30, 2012 21:54:03 GMT -6
DATE: 12-30-2012
LOCATION: Mobile, Alabama
ARENA: Civic Center Arena
NOTES: It’s the last Collision of 2012 and it will be a show to celebrate another year of NCW action and NCW’s newest year end award winners. It’s going to be a fantastic night of action and celebration and it’s a show NCW fans will not want to miss.
COMMENTATORS: Dave Holland, Eric Hardy and Willy Carter
THEME: "Have it your Way" by Mudvayne
-DARK MATCH-
Tag Team Match
Second Rate Riders defeat Team Mexico with Davey Ortega pinning El Nacho Loco.
{Collision comes flying onto the screen after the opening video and pyro display. The fans are excited, the arena is buzzing as another NCW is coming to an end. The camera pans across the crowd to catch their excited reactions and finally settles in on Dave Holland and the gang who are ready to call the night’s action.}
Dave Holland: Welcome NCW fans to another exciting Collision, and not just any Collision, but the final Collision of the year and the show to celebrate this year’s Award Winners.
Eric Hardy: We had a lot of deserving canidates this year, sadly some had to come up short for the honor of being a Year End award winner.
Willy Carter: Well to celebrate, we’ll have some winners appearing on the show to accept their accomplishments and we have some very fine matches lined up that should really set the mood.
Dave Holland: We do, it’s going to be a great way to end the year, and it’s going to kick off right now with our opening Mixed tag team bout.
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MATCH ONE
Nathan Webb and Rose Acanthia vs. The Ace and Mercedes Vargas
Mixed Tag Team Match
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Announcer: This match is set for one fall and is an inter gender tag match…
{The opening sequence for “Forever Shamed” by Godsmack blares over the loudspeaker which is followed by pyro on cue with the main rift of the guitar. Nathan and Rose Acantha immediately follow that sequence and start heading down the ramp. Both seemed pumped and ready for action and have their eyes dead set on the ring.}
Amber Ashe: Coming to the ring, from San Diego California they are the team of Rose Acantha and… Nathan Webb
Eric Hardy: Here are two individuals that are probably more well known for what they do outside the ring even though they are more than capable of performing well inside the ring.
Dave Holland: Both are looking to set themselves up for success especially with Mind Games coming around the corner.
Willy Carter: I hope that someone takes them out and soon…they have no business being in NCW ESPECIALLY after the trouble they have caused our king Adam Knite.
{Rose and Nathan enter the ring and move to their respective corner waiting for their opponents ad discussing their strategy.}
Announcer: And their opponents…introducing first…
{"Face to Face" by Siouxsie and the Banshees starts to play which signals the appearance of Mercedes Vargas.}
Amber Ashe: Making her way down the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina…this is Mercedes Vargas.
{ Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron, she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd before she walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression ready to fight both Nathan and Rose.}
Announcer: And her partner….
{ The opening trumpet brings the lights of the arena down to pitch black, and as the soft piano kicks in, our attention is drawn to the blinking amber lights of a Spade symbol in the darkness. As the lyrics to 'Skyfall' by Adele kick in, a s single white spotlight eliminates the circular platform that The Ace is stood upon with his back towards us, the platform is decorated to look like a roulette wheel. Slowly it spins a full one-eighty degrees and as the chorus is reached, the lights in the arena start to flash yellow and cards begin to fall from the rafters. The Ace waits a moment before stepping off the platform and grasping the hand of Kathleen Conway, who is carrying her husband's steel rake in one hand and the couple proudly walk through the shower of falling cards, hand in hand.}
Announcer: Heading to the ring accompanied by his wife Kathy, from Birmingham, England, this is “The Ace,” Jake Conway.
Eric Hardy: Here are another of couple of individuals…with great accolades for what they have done inside the ring…but have created quite the controversy for the extracurricular activities…
Willy Carter: Which haven’t been proven…
Dave Holland: Either way as of recent…The Ace has shown great love and affection toward his wife.
Willy Carter: I expect that man to personally demolish that piece of crap Nathan Webb…he has done it before and he will do it again…I promise you that.
{At the foot of the ramp, the cards stop falling as the couple share a kiss. The Ace then confidently struts over to the steel steps as Kathy remains at ringside, armed. The Ace climbs the steel steps towards the ropes and steps through them. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down and he walks to the middle of the ring, removing his jacket as the song fades, the lights return to normal...}
[Both teams are in their respective corners discussing strategy as Ace let’s Vargas start first…meaning Rose is in first for her team.}[/color]
Eric Hardy: Looks like it is ladies first tonight…
Willy Carter: Shows how generous a man The Ace is for letting the lady take the spotlight.
{Both ladies circle in the middle of the ring as the referee signals for the bell. Vargas goes for the tie up but is side stepped by Rose who then plants a quick kick to the gut of Vargas. As Vargas is doubled over Rose grabs her by the hair and starts landing knees wherever she can get them whether it is on her face or her body. Vargas tries to escape but someway finds her way to the ropes and gets the point where she can stick her leg outside and straddles the middle rope all the while Rose is still planting knees and fists wherever she can land them as the referee starts the count 1…2…3…4…and finally Rose backs off.}
{Mercedes points at the referee and tells him to get Rose away while the referee stands in between the two ladies. When Mercedes sees the distance she likes she slithers her way back into the ring as the referee gives the okay to go again. Both ladies once again circle in the middle of the ring when all of a sudden Rose lunges forward and manages to grab one of the legs of Vargas and gets her down on the ground. Rose manages to get Vargas’ back and starts wailing once again on her as Vargas is frantically trying to shake Rose off. Vargas manages to get to an empty corner and hold on to the ropes and tries to get some referee support. Rose though grabs the hair of Vargas and yanks her back sending her to the center of the ring. Rose then stalks Vargas giving swift kicks to her gut and then stomps on her hand methodically inflicting as much pain as she possibly can. Vargas out of desperation is able to get some footing and throws a wild haymaker which is easily sidestepped by Rose, who then knocks Vargas down with a hard clothesline. Rose then pulls Vargas up by the arm and with a short arm lariat pulls Vargas in a delivers a vicious knee to the gut of Vargas who then goes head over heels. Rose then pulls Vargas up by the hair causing Vargas to scream and wail in pain as she is sent into the ropes. Rose tries to deliver a clothesline but Vargas has the wherewithal to duck and on the second rebound Rose goes for a back body drop but is met with a swift kick to the face by Vargas who then nails a swift kick to the gut of Rose before dropping her with a DDT.}
Eric Hardy: Rose is unhinged tonight.
Dave Holland: She certainly looks like a woman who wants to put her losing streak behind her.
Willy Carter: Aww Hell Yeah…you know I love a good chick fight…
Eric Hardy: For the love of Christ please do not take out the lotion
{Mercedes Vargas is on the mat, her energy spent trying to crawl her way to the Ace who has his arm outstretched waiting for a tag. Just as Mercedes is finally able to reach the Ace he pulls his hand back in and jumps off the apron and goes to his wife and wraps an arm around Kathy…}
The Ace: Hey you’re on your own lass.
{Mercedes Vargas who has finally gotten to her feet is speechless wondering what is going on. She is pleading with the Ace to get up on the apron and make the tag while the Ace is persistently shaking his head as he plants a kiss on his wife’s cheek. He then gives a smirk and tells Vargas to turn around and as she does she is met with a Sedative Shot (Chick Kick) from Rose Acantha…sending Vargas into the ropes reeling. Rose then grabs Vargas by the hair and escorts her not so nicely to the center of the ring where she then hits her with a Mental Health Check (Codebreaker immediately transitioned to a Hell’s Gate submission hold). Rose is holding onto Vargas as she gasps for air…raking her face with her nails until the referee seeing Vargas out calls for the bell.}
Announcer: And here is your winner…the team of Nathan Webb and Rose Acantha…
Eric Hardy: The Ace certainly showed his devotion to his wife tonight…and Rose certainly made sure she took advantage of the situation given to her…
Dave Holland: Well I am sure she is happy to be back in the win column tonight.
Willy Carter: I know my main man The Ace is smart…he doesn’t have to exert any effort…he shows his love for his beautiful wife…and his reputation doesn’t even take a lick…
{Nathan and Rose are celebrating in the ring when all of a sudden Nathan is hit in the back with Ace wielding his roulette rake and Rose is hit in the back with Kat wielding her cuffs like brass Knuckles. Both Kat and Ace work over their respective victims with their respective weapons. Ace is keeping Nate in the center of the ring while Kat is dragging and beating Rose to the ropes where she them cuffs both of her arms around the ropes as she then pulls out another set of handcuffs and tosses them to Ace who give Nate another good whack across the back with the roulette rake before locking the cuffs on Nate behind his back. Ace then proceeds to kick and stomp and Nathan who is almost helpless in between wacking his back and legs with the rake. }
Eric Hardy: Dear God this is a horrible assault by the Ace…where is security when you need them…
Dave Holland: I am sure Adam Knite paid them well to turn the heads at this…
Willy Carter: Not only is The Ace being a loyal servent right now to his King Adam…but he is beating the respect into those crazy pieces of dog crap…
{Then all of a sudden a chorus of boos can be heard as the camera now focuses on Adam Knite who is coming down the ramp. Adam soaks it in as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.}
Willy Carter; Ladies and Gentlemen…our King has arrived…all bow down…
Eric Hardy: He certainly wants to even the score against Nathan Webb…after two weeks being plain humiliated by these two…
Dave Holland: Love him or hate him…when you piss this man off he will make you pay…
{Adam then gets in and along with Ace proceeds to stomp on Nate. Nate seeing Adam in the ring tries to get up and lunge at Adam but is tripped up by Ace with the roulette rake. Adam sarcastically wipes the sweat from his brow due to averting a close call and then picks Nate up by his shirt and sends him like a missile into the ring post shoulder first. Adam pulls Nathan back and proceeds to throw punch after punch to the head of Nate as Kat is forcing Rose to watch slapping her face from time to time. Adam then calls for a microphone and soon gets one as he is simply in the ring toying with Nate still lying there in handcuffs able to do nothing. He then goes to Rose and gets as close as he can to her face.}
Adam: You know it’s so funny how the tide had turned. A couple of weeks backs all I was looking for was an apology nothing more and nothing less. I am a simple man…a benevolent man …and if you had just apologized and if your “big brother” had not torched my car then you two would not be in the position you are in today.
{Adam pauses for effect as the crowd begins to boo louder.}
Adam: But you peasants decided to stay defiant…challenging not only the king…your king…but essentially the right hand of God. And for that you are suffering today.
{Rose spits in the face of Adam and is met with a quick slap from Kat. Adam then walks over to Nate who is lying in the middle of the ring being held down by Ace. Adam requests Nate be brought to his knees…before continuing to speak.}
Adam: So you see Mr. Webb this is what you get…and rightfully deserve for all your sins this past month and a half. You wanted to fight the rightful and true leadership…you wanted to rebel against the authority that is only here to make NCW a better place than you left me no choice but to squash you like a bug. But to show you how humble and generous I am I won’t squash you in a way that is unfair to you…No I will bring myself to your level…the peasant level. You want to be an ungrateful dog…well I will show you next Sunday that this dog still has plenty of bite in him…because come Sunday at Mind Games it will be you and me in a dog collar match…and there will be nowhere to run…nowhere to hide and nowhere to strategically strike because you are going to actually have to face me like a man. What do you say to that, peasant?”
Nate: {still wobbly from the beating} Seriously…Go **** yourself Adam…
Adam: {taken aback} Whoa…defiant to the very end…you see I can respect that you refuse to throw away your so called values…but I have a responsibility to end you…
{Adam gestures Ace to get Nate to his feet as Adam measure Nate and hits him with a super kick sending Nathan to the mat unconscious leaving Adam, Kat and the Ace to pose to a torrent of boos from the live crowd.}
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SEGMENT
Doc
“A Return”
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{We open up in what appears to be some kind of low-key backstage locker room, with a wooden bench running alongside the back wall of the room and none of the plasma TVs or condom machines you might have expected to see in a changing area during Steve Awesome's time as champ. nCw's three newest recruits, Captain Howdy, Crash Barley and Ladainian Harper, sit on the bench close enough to not offend each other but far enough away that you know they are bound to become wrestling rivals soon enough. The men look so restless that you kind of expect them to scrunch up paper in to little balls and start throwing it at each other, but within seconds the scene coming to our vision, the door to the locker room swings open and "The Lionheart" Doc steps in to face them. He has a "I'm a Roberto Verona Guy" T-Shirt hanging from his frame and smiles as he makes eye contact with each.}
Doc: Gentlemen.
{Doc nods and the three men nod back in response, suddenly more attentive and upright.}
Doc: Thank you all for meeting me here. I know it's not ideal to have to spend time sitting here listening to someone ramble on during a show so I'm going to keep things short and sweet. You may or may not know much about me, and you may or may not know much about the man who hired me - Roberto Verona. But the thought process is pretty simple. Verona, for all the bad press he gets, is a good man. Roberto Verona is not only the nCw Champion but someone who wants the best for this company - someone who is desperate to see the next wave of talent rise up and challenge him for the belt.
{Doc pauses and checks he still has the attention of the three superstars.}
Doc: So my job is this. To keep tabs on guys on like the three of you, and report back to him on who is making progress and who deserves more opportunities in the company. I know what its like to step in to the doors at nCw as a new competitor with history elsewhere, unknown to most of the roster but immidiately disliked and out of his element. And that's why I'm here to support each of you when things get tough. If any of you need any advice, don't hesitate to phone me. I just want all of you to know this. The nCw Championship might seem like a long way off from where you are today. A pipe dream. But today is the day you start working towards that goal. The last time I was in nCw I had a talented young man under my wing. A man who needed a bit of direction and support but more importantly was willing to put in the blood sweat and tears, the hours of dedicated hard work and sacrafice to get where he wanted to go, no matter how many people said he wasn't good enough. That man...
{Doc points at his "I'm a Roberto Verona Guy" t-shirt.}
Doc: Is now your World Heavyweight Champ. Success is possible for anyone in a progressive company like nCw - and I mean that. But it all depends on you guys. Are you here for short term success or for the long term prizes? Ask yourself how much you want to be champion. Ask yourself how much work you're willing to put in to get there. Ask yourself how you're going to react when you're all alone in a hotel room in the middle of some backward state with none of your family or friends to support you, and your body's all battered and bruised from a match you thought you should have won. Anyone can get to the top gentlemen. The answers to those questions will determine whether you'll be one of the ones that do.
{With that, he turns away and opens the locker room door, pausing for one final statement.}
Doc: Good luck, my secretary will be in touch with my number.
{As Doc walks out the door, he bumps in to a passing Will Washington, who is passing by at the exact moment. The pair exchange an eye-to-eye stare, Washington looking shocked at seeing his old rival around, probably unaware of his new position in the company. After a second Doc breaks eye contact and walks off as we cut back to commercial.}
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SEGMENT
Lex Sense
“Award”
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{The camera switches to the backstage area where it is zoomed in on one of this year's trophies, "The Match of the Year". Fingers are wrapped around the base as we presume it is being held by one of the participants of said match only when the camera pans back it's revealed that those lovely hands belong to a beautiful Megan. She smiles sweetly although the crowd erupts in a giant chorus of expletives and boos.}
Megan Sanderson: It is an incredible honor to accept this award on behalf of the only man that mattered in that match, the winner and my boyfriend, Lex Sense.
{The name mentioned brings even more hatred from the crowd but she remains unhinged by the negative response.}
Megan Sanderson: We all know the reason that match happened. It was all because my ex-husband Brad Kane, gross, decided that he...
Freya Davis: Was tired of being married to a filthy skank?
{Freya suddenly appears from the side and the boos turn to cheers.}
Megan Sanderson: What the hell do you want, bitch? Why are you interrupting my sexy segment?
Freya Davis: Sexy? All the sexy was banged out of you like 30 dudes back.
Megan Sanderson: Very funny. So, are you here to finally accept my challenge for Mind Games?
Freya Davis: Sort of...
{Without warning Freya lunges forward and smashes her Starlet's Title over the head of Megan! Megan drops and the statue flies out of her hand and into Freya's.}
Freya Davis: If that's what you want to call that? Then sure. Accepted. Whatever...
{Freya walks away with the trophy in her hand but you hear her from off-screen say one more thing.}
Freya Davis: Whore.
{The cameras cut back to ringside.}
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MATCH TWO
Xavier Cross and Will Washington vs. Alex Jones and Dexter Davis
Tag Team Match
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{The lights in the arena go dark and the crowd anticipation amplifies. ‘Battle of Heroes’ by John Williams hits throughout the arena, giving us an epic feel, before a single spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp. Will Washington steps out into the spotlight and soaks in it’s rays. After a moment of this, Will throws a punch and an explosion of pyrotechnics goes off on each side of the spotlight, and the arena lights come back on. Will looks to both sides of the crowd before smirking and starting down the ramp.}
Eric Hardy: Will Washington back in action after a brief period of rest and he looks ready to go tonight.
{The nCw-tron with a black screen, we then see Xavier Cross standing there. A bead of sweat drops off his face, and slowly drips. The camera zooms in as the bead falls into a small puddle, the lights in the arena grow dark. Then the music begins. We hear words spoken through the introduction part of the song.
"I am the shadow, and the smoke in your eyes
I am the ghost, that hides in the night."
Boom-lay boom-lay, boom!
On the 'Boom!' part we see Xavier Cross step out from the back throwing his arm up, as the fans stand up in unison exploding with cheers. He begins his decesent down towards the ring. The rest of 'Diamond Eyes' by Shinedown plays as Cross high fives some fans before sprinting into the ring. He looks around, before ascending the turnbuckle pointing out to the fans who cheer madly. He kisses his tapped wrist that bare "CC" on either side, before pointing towards the sky. Leaping down from the turnbuckle, he leans backwards against it stretching while waiting for the bell to ring}
Eric Hardy: Xavier Cross is going through a rough patch as of late, but tonight he and Will Washington have chance to get a big win.
Dave Holland: It won't be easy against Dexter Davis and Alex Jones
{The lights shut off as the theme song from SAW comes overt the PA, as we come to the height of the song the song it suddenly stops.
BREAK!
Blue smock nancy's "unsettling differences" blasts out as a spotlight shines on the entranceway. Alex Jones emerges wearong a black shirt with "prince of perfection" written on it. He walks down to the ring and leaps onto the apron sliding across it before getting into the ring and leaping onto the second rope instigating the crowd.}
Eric Hardy: The uber-talented Alex Jones has all the tools.
Willy Carter: Alex Jones sucks.
Dave Holland: ....He's like a 2 two National champion.
Willy Carter: My point still stands.
{"WOOOHOOOOO!"
The sick intro of "What's Golden" by Jurassic 5 starts to play through the arena's P.A. system as out comes Dexter Davis, X Championship around his waist, with Freya right behind him after a few seconds pass by. He looks thrilled at the reception he's getting from the crowd this evening which puts a huge smile on his face. Dexter starts to walk to the ring slapping as many hands as he can while Freya follows suit. Once he gets to the ring he slides in before hopping up to his feet and jumping to the top. Dex yells out loudly with smile still on his face. He leaps off, landing on his feet before backing into the corner. Freya gives him a kiss on the cheek for good luck as he bounces back and forth pumped up.}
Eric Hardy: Current X Champion Dexter Davis, very talented.
Dave Holland: Hey you can't be a champion in NCW without it.
{Davis and Cross lock horns in a collar and elbow tie up, but when both men end up in a neutral corner, the ref calls for the break. The two men step back to the center of the ring and lock up once more. This time, Cross manages to trap the X Champion in a Side Headlock. He grinds it in, center of the ring. Davis lifts Cross up out of it for a Belly to Back Suplex, but the Anti-Hero counters by flipping over onto his feet behind Dexter. Cross wraps his arms around the waist of Davis, forcing him towards the ropes and then pulling him back into a Rolling Prawn pinning predicament. 1....2... Davis kicks out. Both are back up, and Davis fixes his tights. The two circle one another before Davis goes in for the collar and elbow, only to have Cross duck around and behind him. Cross grabs the right leg of the Champ and trips him up, forcing him face first down onto the mat. Cross floats over into the Front Facelock. Grand arches his back to increase the pressure, but Davis is soon to a knee. Eventually Davis works himself up to his feet again. He tries lifting Cross up and over for the Northern Lights counter, but Cross reverses the momentum in mid-air, falling back and taking Davis down with a vicious DDT! Cross immediately goes for the cover. 1....2.. Davis kicks out! Cross grabs Davis by the hair to bring him up to his feet. He leads Dexter over to his corner before tagging in Will Washington. A pop is heard as Will steps into the ring and delivers a well placed right hand to the ribs being exposed by Cross. Cross steps back out onto the apron at the referee's demand, and Washington has Davis hooked in the center of the ring. }
Eric Hardy: Good teamwork by Will Washington and Xavier Cross
{ Will lifts Davis up into the air and holds him there for a few moments before finally letting Davis crash onto the mat with a Stalling Vertical Suplex. Washington goes for the lateral press. One, two, Davis manages the kick out. Washington starts lifting Davis up, but the Dex starts hitting some quick right hands to the gut of Washington. Davis grabs the arm of Washington for the Irish Whip, but Will holds on and brings Davis right back and into a knee to the ribs. Davis doubles over and Washington backs up off the ropes for momentum. Washington comes back with the Clothesline attempt that Davis ducks under. Washington stops in his tracks after the Lariat fails, but he doesn't have time to get back on the attack as he's taken right back down onto the mat with a Russian Legsweep from Davis. Dexter gets up and heads over to the Untouchables corner. However, he finds that Alex is standing down on the steel steps and tying his boots. His back turned to the ring, Jones seems to have no idea about Davis going for the tag. Davis calls out to Alex, who doesn't show any sign of response. Davis calls again, but still nothing from Jones. The third shout causes Jones to turn around. Jones smacks his forehead in a "dummy" motion before stepping back onto the apron. But just when he's about to tag Davis, the Champ gets taken down into a Bridging German Suplex by Will Washington! One, two, thr - an escape by Dexter Davis! Davis flops over onto his belly and holds the back of neck, aching from the Suplex. Washington steps over him to slap the hand of Cross, who begins climbing the turnbuckles. Washington steps out onto the apron just as Cross flies off and lands a perfect Flying Elbow to the back of Davis. Cross rolls Davis over and covers him. 1...2...2.9- kickout! }
Eric Hardy: And Dexter Davis escapes a near-fall.
Dave Holland: He might not last much longer if he doesn't tag Alex Jones
Willy Carter: But it doesn't look like Alex Jones even wants in the match!
{Cross lifts Davis up off the canvas and hits a few right handed shots to the face. Cross grabs the arm and sends Davis into the ropes. Xavier ducks down, center of the ring. Davis stops short and kicks Cross stiff in the face. Xavier shoots up to a vertical stance, but he manages to duck the Clothesline attempt. As Davis passes him, Cross reaches up and grabs him by the neck, taking him down with a Hurricane-like Neckbreaker. Cover by Cross! 1....2... thr - Davis gets a foot on the bottom rope! Cross curses under his breath as he lifts Davis up to his feet. He lifts him up and sets him on the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner. Cross begins climbing up with him, eventually making it to the top as well. He hooks Davis for the Superplex, but his first few attempts are blocked. Finally, he does manage to get Davis up, but in mid-air Davis flips over and comes crashing down on top of Cross as the two land on the canvas! Davis is slowly up to his feet, holding onto the ropes as he does so. Jones has his right hand eagerly hanging over the top rope, cheering on Dexter. And then when Davis gets over to Jones, Alex pulls his hand back and starts shaking it around, rubbing his wrist. He winces as he twists his hand around, standing on the steel steps and apparently in pain. Davis shouts at Alex, who doesn't seem to hear him. That's when Cross School Boys Davis from behind! 1....2.. - kickout!}
Eric Hardy: And AGAIN! Alex Jones refuses to tag in!
Dave Holland: This is ridiculous.
{Both are up to their feet, and Davis charges at Cross. Cross ducks down and pushes the running Davis up in the air so that he flies over him and lands face first on the top turnbuckle in the Cross/Washington corner. Cross heads over to the corner and tags in Washington. Davis still slumped forward in the corner, Washington approaches him from behind and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle so that Davis is facing the crowd. Washington climbs up behind him slowly. When he's up at the top with him, he hooks him from behind. He brings him back and both men crash onto the canvas as Will nails a Belly to Back Suplex off the top! The fans pop for the big move, and then the pop grows even louder when Washington steps onto the apron and starts climbing the turnbuckles at an empty corner. He finally reaches the top and raises both arms in the air. The camera flashes are blinding as Washington takes to the skies with the diving headbutt, but Davis rolls aside! Washington bounces up off the mat upon impact and clutches his head in agony. Both men down, the referee begins his mandatory ten-count. He's up to six before both men are near their corners. Davis is the first to get over to the Jones/Davis corner where Alex is waiting anxiously. Davis finally makes one final desperate leap towards Jones's hand ... but Jones pulls back again! This time Jones doesn't make any excuses. This time he laughs! Davis pulls himself up to his feet using the turnbuckles, while Jones reaches into his tights to grab something. Once Davis is up, he's questioning Jones, intensely confused. Jones shrugs before coming forward with a brass-knuckle assisted right hand that lays out Davis! The fans are in shock as Jones steps down off the apron and stares in at Davis inside the ring. Washington crawls over and covers Davis 1...2...3!}
Eric Hardy: And Washington and Cross win.
Dave Holland: Well this was a glorifed handicapped match!
{" Battle of Heroes" plays as Xavier Cross helps Washington to his feet and they hug. Dexter rolls out of the ring as Alex Jones looks pleased with his actions. }
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SEGMENT
Kelly/Sydney
“Award”
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{We head backstage where Kelly Fox is standing in front of a podium, dressed nicely, ready to accept her awards. She motions towards somebody off camera to approach the podium and we soon see Sydney holding both of Kelly’s awards and walking towards the podium.}
Sydney: Why did you insist on me being here?
Kelly Fox: Because we won this award together Syd. We should bask in this moment together.
Sydney: But I hate you. You had me arrested.
Kelly Fox: You still bent out of shape by that, what was that... a couple of months ago?
Sydney: Last week!
Kelly Fox: Meh. Whatever. Now come on, hand me my awards.
{Sydney stands there a few feet away from Kelly glaring at her, not moving an inch to hand her the awards. Kelly’s eyes thin to slits at Sydney’s insubordination.}\
Kelly Fox: I mean NOW. Sydney.
Sydney: If there weren’t ten guards surrounding this stage, I’d knock you out, so don’t try and tell me what to do.
Kelly Fox: Look! Until Mind Games, you still work for NCW and if the boss tells you to jump, you do it... unless of course you want me to cancel this match and you lose alll chances of gaining your name back... I mean that would be fine with me...
Sydney: Ok ok, whatever.
{Sydney walks up and hands the two trophies to Kelly who smiles at the camera while holding them up.}
Kelly Fox: I just wanted to say thank you to all the NCW fans who thought I was a total jerk this year, it means a lot to me that you would feel so passionately about me and to make sure I don’t disappoint, I wanted to give you one last thing of the year to remember my jerkyness with...
{Kelly suddenly spins around and blasts Sydney right in the head with one of the trophies. Sydney hits the floor holding her forehead in pain as Kelly jumps on top of her and takes her by the hair, and glares menacingly right into her eyes.}
Kelly Fox: As for the second award.... It’s funny that we would win this “feud of the year” when this hasn’t even ended yet... don’t you find that funny Sydney? I think we should make this go out with a real bang... truly make it final, with a match that symbolizes such... next week, it’s not just going to be Kelly versus Sydney, no. It’s going to be Kelly versus Sydney.... in an “I Quit” Match! Now smile for the camera.
{Kelly throws Sydney’s head down towards the floor as she stands up over her with both trophies raised in the air. We fade out to commercial break on this sight.}
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Dave Holland: Welcome back from commercial break ladies and gents. Tonight has been a show unlike no other and I think it's time we continue on to some in-ring action.
Eric Hardy: I couldn't agree more. Up next we have two individuals that have been rising up the NCW ranks. One is in interestingly unorthodox wrestler while the other has worked hard to make a successful comeback and a win here for either gentlemen could help them achieve their goal.
Willy Carter: I don't know how Big Willy feel about either of these two but I do knows one thing... It's gonna be off da chain.
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MATCH THREE
Seth Evans vs. Captain Howdy
Singles Match
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{Row by row, the lights throughout the arena all go out. The music has not begun to play. During the black-out, mist has started filling around the stage. It seems to take forever, but is merely just a few seconds until the instruments of "Stand Up" by All That Remains kick in, and the lights begin to flicker until a single spotlight shines up at the top of the stage, shining through the mist to reveal Seth Evans standing there with his arms out to his side, staring out toward the crowd that is cheering for him. A smile on his face, satisfied with the cheers that he is receiving while nodding his head.}
"I know no one had ever dreamed that,
We were this strong, and we'd achieve this,
So long the doubt, and all believed it,
And now it's come for all to see, yeah..."
{With one swift movement, he punches his fist forward toward the camera in front of him and lunges himself forward before turning his attention back out to the crowd. Walking toward the ring, ready to compete, ready to prove himself. He wastes little time to get into the ring, by sprinting when he reaches the end of the ramp and sliding underneath the bottom rope to get inside the ring. As soon as he's in the ring, he jumps to his feet and goes to the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd and giving them a thumbs up. Just by this symbol, the crowd gives him a louder pop and he claps his hands together to applaud the fans as a means to thank them for his support. He jumps from the turnbuckle, spinning 180 degrees, and landing back on his feet in the ring, and waiting for the sound of the bell.}
Eric Hardy: Seth Evans takes his time getting to the ring but once inside it wont be long before he goes to work.
Dave Holland: He hit a roadblock a few weeks back and has yet to recover but this man is a resilient one.
Willy Carter: How long before he leave again? I was once a Seth Evans mark but now I feel his heart isn't in this game only in that Halo one, ya dig.
{The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy", by Twisted Sister begins to play. He storms down the ramp, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. As he gets closer, he removes his lime green jacket, and drops it at ringside near the attendant, along with his walking stick. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring at the official, and almost stalking him, causing him to jump out of the ring. He then starts to pace back and forth, growling and muttering, like a caged animal waiting to be fed, as he waits for the match to start.}
Willy Carter: This Captain Howdy cat gives me the skivvies.
Eric Hardy: Skivvies? Are we trapped in the 60's?
Willy Carter: You know what i mean.
Dave Holland: I do. He is definitely a demanding figure with a demanding presence and I for one am excited, though a bit mortified, to see where his career takes him.
{The bell rings and Captain Howdy is sort of stuck waving at all the little boys and girls in the audience. Seth is in the middle of the ring and ready to go but Howdy is too busy walking around from post to post waving at all the young fans sitting in the front row. After a few moments, Seth gets impatient and goes to turn Howdy around but he was only baiting Seth in so when he gets close enough Howdy attacks suddenly, locking in a Mandible Claw! Seth is pushed back against the corner as Howdy digs his fingers deeper down his throat, causing Seth to cough violently as the ref begins the 5 count. Captain continues to dig into his throat until Seth drops to a knee and the ref reaches four. Captain releases only to hit a knife edge chop across the throat that pushes Seth up against the turnbuckles, following it up with a European uppercut that drops Evans on his ass in the corner. Howdy then continues to hit vicious stomp after vicious stomp until the ref has to come around and pull him off.}
Dave Holland: Captain Howdy comes out viciously swinging and nearly getting DQ'ed. Still, Seth has to be reeling after that attack.
Eric Hardy: There seems to be a method to the madness although I'm not entirely sure I like that method.
Willy Carter: The Captain is just dishing out what he paid to dish out. I think I love this guy.
{Captain is struggling against the ref, trying to get back to assaulting Seth who is getting some much needed breathing room. After some time, the ref gets his way only to be pushed aside as Seth comes out of the corner and jumps at Captain with a multitude of punches and kicks. Both men are fighting one another, taking shots after shots at each other until the much angrier Seth rakes the eyes! Howdy backpedals against the ropes, holding his eyes, where Seth follows with a forearm, however, Howdy was baiting him again as he ducks to send Seth over the top rope with a Back Body Drop only Seth hangs on to the third rope and lands on the apron, clocking Howdy from behind with an elbow and then taking him by the head and hanging his neck off the third rope! Captain falls back unto the mat as Seth climbs unto the apron and then springboards in with a makeshift "Wingman"(Shooting Star Press)! He hooks the leg and 1... 2... HOWDY PUTS THE FOOT ON THE ROPES!}
Eric Hardy: Seth comes back swinging and the crowd begins cheering. People seem to love Seth.
Willy Carter: Don't know why. The dude's a fool. I mean come on, he likes Halo. Only jokesters like that game.
Dave Holland: I don't know what that has to do with wrestling but okay.
{Seth gets to his feet and stomps out Howdy for a few. Evans is vicious in his attack until Howdy catches a leg and then somehow contorts his body to take Seth to the floor with a Drop Toe Hold, quickly transitioning into an Indian Deathlock! Howdy is now on his feet with Seth's legs wrapped in his own before he rolls back into the "Taffy Pull"(Elevetated Indian Deathlock)! The ref comes over and begins to question Seth who is in considerable pain but refuses to give in.}
Eric Hardy: That was an excellent display of technical prowess at the hands of the former t.v. show host.
Willy Carter: Ain't gonna lie, that stuff was pretty dope.
Dave Holland: Indeed and Seth may have no choice here but to tap out.
{Half of Seth's body is dangling in mid-air as Captain is pulling hard on the submission. Evans seems to be in trouble but the man musters up the strength to begin pulling himself to the ropes. After minutes on the hold, Howdy sees that Seth is nearing the ropes and will in no time reach them so he lets go and jumps to his feet and begins pulling Seth to the center of the ring when Evans turns on his back and reaches up with a kick to the jaw that sends Howdy tumbling backwards into the turnbuckles.}
Willy Carter: Time to escape, Evans. Best make it quick, dawg.
{Seth then rolls to his feet and charges at his cornered opponent but Howdy rolls out of the way and Seth misses with the clothesline as he crashes chest first into the turnbuckles. Seth stumbles out right into Howdy's foot as a front kick connects with the gut. Seth keels over and Howdy takes him by the head and lifts him up into a Suplex but Seth wriggles free and lands behind Howdy, grappling him from behind as if going for a German but Howdy hits multiple back elbows to the side of the head that push Evans away.}
Dave Holland: Hard to keep up with the action.
Eric Hardy: This match is turning into a classic.
{Seth stumbles against the ropes where Howdy takes him by the arm and Irish Whips him into the opposing set of ropes. Seth bounces back and Howdy is bent over, looking for a Back Body Drop but Seth hits the breaks in time to wrap his arms around the midsection of the Captain and using his own momentum to spin him through the air for the "Killjoy"(Flipping Pildedriver)! Howdy is out as Seth hooks a leg and 1... 2... 3!}
Willy Carter: Damn! That match was cray cray.
Eric Hardy: Great match by both competitors but Seth manages to get the victory.
Dave Holland: Captain Howdy fought hard but tonight Seth was indeed the better man.
{"Stand UP" hits the speakers as Seth does just that, limping to the ropes as he stares out into a see of fans. He waves before raising his arms in victory as Captain rolls out of the ring.}
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SEGMENT
Mike Laszlo
“Award”
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We see Mike Laszlo walking backstage near the catering area. He’s looking through the multitude of choices and chooses simply to grab a can of Pepsi. Right as he cracks it open he hears Alexis behind him.
Alexis Caffrey: Mike. MIKE!
He looks over his shoulder at the young lady, her hands folded behind her back with a cute, innocent smile on her face.
Mike Laszlo: What is it?
Alexis Caffrey: I just got some good news for you.
Mike Laszlo: Oh? What?
Alexis Caffrey: You were voted in as Rising Star of 2012.
Mike Laszlo: Really? That’s cool. Not that I had a doubt. I told the world that was going to happen as soon as I saw my name on the ballot.
Alexis Caffrey: True. This camera guy over here is here to get your reaction.
Mike points at the cameraman.
Mike Laszlo: This guy right here?
Alexis Caffrey: Mmhm.
Mike Laszlo: Well, first off I’d like to thank the fans. Then the fans. Then Roberto for putting me on the…wait…hold on. Who am I kidding? There’s one person I would like to thank for this, and that’s me!
A chorus of displeasure can be heard throughout the arena.
Mike Laszlo: Don’t boo. I’m merely a man who accepts this award that you voted on in recognition of my ascent into the upper ranks of NCW. I’m not a flash in the pan like Andrew Jacobsen. I’m in the upper echelon and I’m here to stay. Tonight I prove again that I belong, and at Mind Games…I win it all.
This garners a mixed reaction.
Mike Laszlo: Okay fine, I appreciate you all voting for me. I thank you. Have a happy ending to 2012 and an even better 2013. A 2013 that will begin with the Era of Mike Laszlo!
The scene fades as Laszlo shows off his trademark smile.
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{ Collision returns to air as the camera pans around the capacity crowd before “King of the World” begins to blare out of the PA system and the entire arena erupts into a chorus of boos as the NCW World Champion, Roberto, Verona, slowly emerges from behind the curtains. A painful wince runs across his face as he merges with crutches underneath each arm, visibly favour one leg over the other after his minor injury was aggravated by Laszlo’s muscle. Verona hobbles his way down the ramp, looking at a few fans who mock him with a stern face before shaking his head and carrying on, the NCW World Title draped around his waist. Eventually he struggles to get into the ring, clearly hurt before grabbing a microphone from Amber Ashe who skips out of the ring in a hurry as Roberto looks around the arena waiting for the abuse to subside. }
Roberto Verona: I came out here to say thank you.
Willy Carter: See, what a wonderful man. So humble.
Eric Hardy: He hasn’t spoke for more than 3 seconds yet, give it a few more and the normal Roberto will return.
{ Verona pauses for a moment before looking up sternly into the camera, ignoring the noise of the crowd. }
Roberto Verona: Thank you all for your misguided, foolish and ultimately irrelevant opinions. There is a well-trodden phrase, “opinions are like assholes, everybody has one” and it could never be an any more apt when I look for a way to describe the absolute mockery your collective decision making has made once again when I look at this year’s annual awards.
Eric Hardy: And there he is…
Willy Carter: Telling the truth again as normal? I agree.
Roberto Verona: Once again you have proven your obsession with clinging to the past and buying into the cheap nostalgia pop over what is staring you in the face. That you would all vote Ricky Johnson the wrestler of the year, a man who has merely returned here tonight to feed his own ego before he goes back to where ever the hell he resides these days like the part timer he has always been when he isn’t in the spotlight, says everything I need to know.
{ The crowd begins to chant “Thank you Ricky!” repeatedly as Verona rolls his eyes and shakes his head. }
Eric Hardy: Somebody sounds a little bitter.
Dave Holland: The best rarely take any slights very well…
Willy Carter: See, Holland gets it.
Dave Holland: If you let me finish, I was going to say the only problem is nearly everyone thinks they’re the best.
Roberto Verona: Yeah, yeah, we get it. Instead of decorating a truly deserving man with the most prestigious award in our company, you all jumped for the fond memories Ricky embodies, rapidly forgetting that your golden child walked out on you. Your passion for the past is a slap in the face to all the guys who work their asses off week in and week out and don’t quit when we’ve gathered all the accomplishments; men like me. Men like Lex Sense, Xander Famularo, Curtis Kanyon, Jake Conway, Alex Jones, Andrew Jacobsen, hell even Joe Everyman.
Dave Holland: Fair play, he didn’t just blow his own trumpet.
Willy Carter: Eric knows a lot about blowing trumpets.
Eric Hardy: Ugh….
Roberto Verona: Whilst you all confirmed everything we already knew, that I am the best on the microphone by a considerable distance, the best at putting on a show and keeping you guessing and somehow capable of dragging a terminal failure like Mike Laszlo to a match of the year contender, you proved what is wrong with this company.
{ The crowd boo, clearly displease at the constant abuse from the champion. }
Eric Hardy: The praising of others last long then…
Willy Carter: He is right though.
Roberto Verona: An obsession with clinging to the past, to not appreciating the future of this company. You heroes are gone and as they sit their living off their royalty cheques, sipping their mojitos and impressing cheap whores with stories of their heydays before waking up in a haze of “happy power” and regret I am here every single week, doing my job and entertaining all of you. And what do I get in return?
{ The crowd boo, almost engaging in a panto like response with Roberto, the man playing the archetypal villain of the piece. }
Willy Carter: You tell them dat truth Roberto!
Eric Hardy: By being disrespectful of the great stars our company has created? Again?
Dave Holland: I don’t even like mojitos.
Roberto Verona: Disdain and abuse. I could be sitting at home being waited on hand and foot by a beautiful woman, who has a twin might I add, but instead I have fulfilled my obligations like a professional and come out here tonight to address not only my awards but Mind Games, where I will defend my NCW World Championship.
{ Roberto pats the belt which is draped around his waist before looking back into the camera, seemingly looking into somebody’s eyes. }
Roberto Verona: Mike, you’ve run your mouth like a spoilt little bitch as per usual, trying to undermine my credibility by claiming that I am feigning injury to prepare an excuse your inevitable victory. Not only have you got ahead of yourself, because you’ve earned nothing yet, you’ve proven just how stupid you really are. I could have one leg, one arm, partial blindness, a bruised liver and a concussion and I could still kick your ass but more importantly, I don’t need to excuses.
Eric Hardy: A little bit of ego from Roberto Verona, who’d have thunk it?
Willy Carter: The man was maimed last week by that animal, have some compassion you monster.
Roberto Verona: Whoever I face at Mind Games, I will beat them, injury or not, because I am the best professional wrestler in this company no matter what these mindless sheep all bleat. I don’t need excuses because I simply will not lose and if I do? I’ve done more than enough to prove I am better than everyone in the back on more than one occasion to not need this belt to validate my existence.
Willy Carter: You tell them Verona! You’ve done so much for us already.
Eric Hardy: Like what exactly?
Willy Carter: Are you conveniently forgetting all the good he did standing up to the bad guys for the majority of the year just because he pissed in your cornflakes at Road to the Gold.
Dave Holland: Well damn….Willy has a point for once.
Roberto Verona: So keep on applauding your award winners, keep on living in the past and backing the wrong horse because you just want to see me undone, at Mind Games I do what I have always done. Keep on dragging this company into a bright new age leaving the relics behind as your NCW World Champion.
{ Roberto suddenly drops the microphone and turns to leave the ring as his music once again hits the speakers, the crowd displaying their usual distaste for the champ. }
Dave Holland: Well, that was certainly to the point in the end!
Willy Carter: I can’t wait to see him beat the living daylights out of Laszlo. Again.
Eric Hardy: Can he do it by himself though?
{ Verona hobbles back up the ramp as Collision cuts to another commercial break. }
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