Post by Mr. Reagan on Aug 7, 2013 21:26:16 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Who's Next?
(" Trade Yourself in" By Shinedown begins and the Cocky, arrogant, World champion himself, Adam Knite, struts down the aisle, the world title over his shoulder. He holds it up from time to time and points to himself, because we need to know he's the champion. He gets into the ring and his music cuts out, and the fans shower the champion with boos. )
Adam Knite: Yeah, yeah yeah, I hate you too.
(Louder boos.)
Adam Knite: But even being in a pathetic city like Minneapolis isn't going to ruin my night.
(More boos.)
Adam Knite: See, 10 days ago, Fergus Callaghan, the man who ran his mouth off to me, wrestled his very last match.
(Even more boos.)
Adam Knite: I warned him, not to get in the ring with me again, and what happened? His career is probably over. It will be a long time before anybody sees Fergus Callaghan EVER again.
(Yup. Boos.)
Adam Knite: So now, I can say, officially, even though I've known it for a long time, I am THE CPW World Champion!
(Cheer, Err..boo!)
Adam Knite: So, Since Fergus is out of the way, who is the next victim? Who's it gonna be? Markus Reeves? Chase Owens? Marius? Bueller? Anybody?
(Adam pauses and stares at the ramp, no music hits, no one comes out.)
Adam Knite: Just as I thought. I have everyone here scared to DEATH of me. I have -
(Adam is cut off by "Back in the Saddle" by Aerosmith. The former CPW North American champion, Davey Ortega walks out. He also has a microphone in his hand.)
Adam Knite: You can't be serious.
Davey Ortega: Adam, Shut up.
(A surprising cheer for Ortega.)
Davey Ortega: The reason I'm out here, is simple: I am not afraid of you. I can beat you.
Adam Knite: Is that so, little man? Didn't you just lose a title? See, unlike you, I don't fold under pressure. That's why I have this, and you never will. You are a loser, Davey.
(And now, back to the boos.)
Davey Ortega: Adam, times have changed. I lost that title to a man who is a great wrestler. But you know, that frees me up to do other things. Like challenge YOU for the World title.
(Another surprising cheer for Ortega.)
Adam Knite: Is this some kind of joke? Look Ortega, you will never get a chance at this belt, because, well, you suck. And people who suck, don't get title matches.
Davey Ortega: Oh, How quickly you forget Adam. You have an impressive win/loss record in this company, but you know who gave you a loss? You know who beat you? Me. Davey Ortega. I did it once, and if given the chance, You know, I'll do it again!
(Adam rolls his eyes.)
Adam Knite: One time means nothing Ortega. A fluke will occur every now and again.
Davey Ortega: Hey, the score is Ortega 1, Adam Knite 0. You can rectify that, unless you're afraid the score will be 2-0.
Adam Knite: Shut up.
Davey Ortega: Chicken.
Adam Knite: What...what are you, six?
Davey Ortega: You won't do it, will you? Just proving that Zelda has all the testicles in the Knite family.
Adam Knite: I hate you.
Davey Ortega: You are a coward and you know it.
Adam Knite: That's it. I'm going to beat your ass right here, right now.
Davey Ortega: Make it a title match, and you have a deal.
Adam Knite: You want this? Fine. Get your ass to this ring, right now.
Davey Ortega: Gladly.
(As Ortega starts walking down the ramp Mr. Reagan appears at the top of the ramp, a microphone is his hand)
Mr. Reagan: Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on a minute here.
(Boos for the stoppage of the title match.)
Mr. Reagan: Now, Davey, I appreciate a competitive spirit and ambition, but you just don't walk into a world title match, you've got to earn it.
(Boos.)
Mr. Reagan: So, if you want a title match, next week, you earn one. I'm going to put you in a match, and the winner will be the number one contender to the world title.
(Mixed reaction for this.)
Mr. Reagan: Adam, you will also be in action next week, so I suggest that the both of you, take this time to calm down and prepare yourselves for next week. And since neither of you are in action tonight, I suggest that you both, leave the building to prevent any further incident. Now, to the rest of the people, enjoy the show.
(Boos. As security guards rush the area and prevent any further incident as we roll the opening credits.)
SEGMENT: END OF STORY
Scotty Mason: Welcome back to CPW TV, everybody. We're live tonight from the sold-out Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Alongside Dave Stevens, I'm Scotty Mason. Ten nights removed from Canadian Chaos, and what a night's it's been so far already.
Dave Stevens: Where do we even begin? The aftermath from our second pay-per-view has been in full effect. You have to wonder what else might happen tonight.
(Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, there is a slight delay before Mercedes steps out onto the stage, a microphone in hand.)
Rose Campbell: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome...MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!!!
(Mercedes forgoes her usual entrance and instead walks briskly down the ramp.)
Scotty Mason: Now, is it just me, Dave, or is Mercedes Vargas missing something?
Dave Stevens: Indeed, Mercedes is missing something. At Canadian Chaos, it came down to Roxi Johnson and Mercedes Vargas to see who would walk out as the new Sirens Champion, and although The Argentine Assassin vowed she would be coming into tonight wearing the title, alas, it was not to be.
Scotty Mason: We understand that Mercedes has been in a miserable mood, a frustrated mood, these past ten days ever since she came a heartbeat away from being Sirens Champion. The look on her face tells the story, she is none too pleased about it.
Dave Stevens: As she should be. How many times do I have to mention that the fix is in? If you didn't believe her then when she said there's a conspiracy against her right here in CPW, what do you have to say now? After what we just witnessed at Canadian Chaos, there's no denying it. Roxi didn't deserve that title shot. She knows it, Mercedes knows it. The world knows it. Mercedes got screwed, caboodled, bamboozled, whatever word you want to use. She's got Angel Kash later on tonight. If Angel was smart, and that is quite possible, she probably would want to back out of this match, because all the money in the world isn't going to save her, I'm sorry.
Scotty Mason: You make a fair point as The Trillion Dollar Princess certainly has her work cut out for her tonight. But on the other side of the coin, you have to wonder if coming up short at Canadian Chaos will affect Mercedes mentally. Dave, The Argentine Assassin had better be careful not to let her emotions get in the way as we've seen the result a few times in her matches.
Dave Stevens: Who could have seen this coming? Mercedes Vargas without the Sirens Championship?
Scotty Mason: Who saw this coming? Pretty much everyone. Mercedes still can't believe it. I bet she feels almost naked without the Sirens Championship.
Dave Stevens: Then why does she still have her clothes on?
(As Mercedes heads down the ramp, we can hear her saying to cut her music away from the mic.)
Scotty Mason: And it looks like Mercedes will address us right now. Something tells me that fiery temper will be on full display. Let's listen.
Mercedes Vargas: Cut it off! I SAID CUT THE MUSIC OFF!
(As soon as her entrance music fades in queue with the lights returning to normal , Mercedes raises her microphone to speak, but just as soon lowers it as a “USA” chant breaks out.)
Mercedes Vargas: HEY! LADY WITH MICROPHONE MEANS ALL OF YOU SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!
(The camera cut away and pans over a few people in the front row before we cut back just in time as she goes up the ring steps, stops and looks around, and slowly enters the ring between the middle and top ropes. She raises her microphone to speak again, but is immediately shot down with boos from the Minneapolis crowd. She lowers her head in trying to gather her thoughts before looking up again into the crowd.)
Mercedes Vargas: So, we're a little over a week removed from the Canadian Chaos pay-per-view. Did anyone see it? Yeah? What did you like about it? Josh Stevens successful defense of his Television Championship? Was it Kevin Allen becoming the new North American Champion? What about that opener between Wild Bill and Gib, huh? Match. Of. The. Year.
(The arena fills with wild BS chants, which gets an almost comical reaction from Mercedes. She holds up her hands to placate the crowd.)
Mercedes Vargas: Finally we can agree on something! That match - which wasn't even really a match - was pretty sh (Bleep censor). And how about the main event, huh? Wasn't that a great match between Adam Knite and Fergus Callaghan? Didn't get your heart pumping, now did it? Figures. We all know that the match everyone was talking about didn't involve the world championship, it didn't even involve the men. The match that was on everyone's lips, the match everyone was talking about Monday morning, matter of fact the entire week, the box office draw that night was the match BEFORE the main event - the triple threat between me, Roxi and Zelda.
(She rakes her finger through her hair and looks down again for a moment, speaking into the microphone.)
Mercedes Vargas: And just for the record, ten nights ago at Canadian Chaos...
(A pause is met as she looks up.)
Mercedes Vargas: Zelda Knite did not walk out of Calgary, Alberta with the CPW Sirens Championship.
(The crowd boos as Mercedes raises her index finger.)
Mercedes Vargas: And neither did I.
(The crowd becomes electric as the arena is filled with cheers. Mercedes lowers her microphone again and begins pacing the ring like a caged tiger.)
Mercedes Vargas: BUT IF ANY OF YOU THINK THIS IS THE CHANGING OF THE GUARD IN THE WOMEN'S DIVISION, IF YOU THINK THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE ROXI JOHNSON ERA, THE END OF THIS STORY, HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU – YOU'RE...DEAD...WRONG!
(The arena begins heavily booing Mercedes as she stops momentarily.)
Mercedes Vargas: AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ROXI JOHNSON ISN'T THE REAL SIREN'S CHAMPION! I'M THE CHAMPION! I'M THE UNCROWNED CHAMPION! ROXI IS JUST A PRETENDER TO THE THRONE!
(Roxi chants fill the arena as Mercedes has a disgusted look on her face.)
Mercedes Vargas: The fact of being here in Minneapolis, Minnesota, (massive pop) you people sound so proud to live in this hellhole. (Mercedes gets massive heat) It's no wonder why you identify with Roxi Johnson. Because you're all like her, each and every one of you! You will do just about anything to get ahead in life without doing it the right way. You'll cut corners, you'll accept bribes, and you’ll gladly accept anything just to avoid the work. In the middle of (points down to the canvas) this...very...ring, I pinned Zelda Knite to guarantee there would be a new champion. Roxi couldn't even do that. No, she took advantage of the situation where all she needed was one pinfall to achieve her lifelong dream. And you know what that makes her? It makes her an opportunist.
(The crowd boos louder.)
Mercedes Vargas: Roxi says she earned her way into this match and that I’m the reason why the triple threat happened in the first place. Now, see, that's strike two. She's no hero, she's a liar. She hasn’t earned a damn thing, that executive decision was pulled out of thin air, and she was put into what should have been MY match purely for Maria Salvatore’s entertainment, who I’m sure is enjoying seeing me suffer like this. Roxi is probably going around Tampa or in some ultra super-secret underground hideout in the Himalayas below a volcano somewhere telling anyone who would listen about her huge victory. And this is where she strikes out because now she’s not only an opportunist and a liar, but also a fraud. The name on that nameplate should read “Mercedes Vargas” NOT “Roxi Johnson.”
(The crowd boos louder.)
Mercedes Vargas: I feel like taking out my frustration on you people. But since I legally can’t, I guess Angel Kash will have to do. I'll say this much for her, she's going to be in for one long evening, because the only thing she's going to remember from this night other than the asskicking coming her way is getting to wear a t-shirt saying "I wrestled in Minneapolis and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." Each and every time I look into her eyes, I'm going to see you, Roxi. And I hope you'll be watching this match because whatever happens to her in this ring will be your OWN...DAMN...FAULT!
(More boos.)
Mercedes Vargas: Better enjoy your fifteen seconds of fame now, Roxi, because you're on borrowed time. Regardless of what happens in your title match against Keira Fisher - Did you and Maria conspire to get her a title shot, too? - Zelda still has her rematch clause in her back pocket, and you can bet your ass that I will be getting another shot at the Sirens Championship in the near future. It's only fair, considering you made good on your second try. I think I deserve the same. And I don't think I'll have long to wait either. With the competition I'm up against, it's more like an express line.
(She scoffs.)
Mercedes Vargas: And the most you'll be doing with MY championship is having it nice and polished. You're an opportunist, a liar, and a fraud. END. OF. STORY. There's not a damn thing you can do about it now, because you've been exposed for the snake that you are.
(Mercedes exits the ring and eyes one male fan who made it a point to get on her nerves.)
Mercedes Vargas: And it's not a matter of if, but when I become Sirens Champion...(leaning into his face) I WILL PROVE EACH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS WRONG!
(Mercedes drops her microphone and makes her way back up the ramp to overwhelming boos as her music plays.)
Scotty Mason: Mercedes Vargas is livid and she is on the prowl tonight. From what we've just heard from her moments ago, I would not want to be on her bad side.
Dave Stevens: It's too bad Angel Kash doesn't have much choice. She is set to go one on one with her later tonight.
(A graphic hits the screen showing the upcoming match later on tonight between Mercedes Vargas and Angel Kash before we return live.)
Scotty Mason: And what's going on here?
Dave Stevens: OK, now that poor bastard is just asking for it.
(No sooner had Mercedes waved off the fans that she quickly doubles back and again gets in the face of the same heckler at ringside as the crowd eats it up. Mercedes swipes his drink, throws it in his face, which gets a reaction from the crowd, and then pushes him back in his seat and walks away.)
Scotty Mason: Like I said, fiery temperament on display from Mercedes Vargas.
Dave Stevens: Ha ha! I feel sorry for that poor guy who got into it with her. Looks like he got his fifteen minutes, though I'm sure it's a moment he would like to forget, Scotty.
Scotty Mason: In this age of social media, he might have a little trouble trying to do that.
(Mercedes storms off and up the ramp again to boos, catcalls and whistles as we go to commercial.)
Commercial Break
SEGMENT: COMING NEXT WEEK!
(The camera fades into a pretty high end tailor, the camera shows a man wearing a white dress shirt and a Vegas gold tie with his arms spread out wide getting measured. The scene cuts to the same guy wearing black pinstriped pants getting his inseam measured and then the camera fades out showing the back of the man as he puts a suit jacket on and turns around now tightening up a crimson tie and with his blond hair smiles and says)
Scott Simpson: Were you expecting someone else?
(The scene fades out and over the blackness says "Scott Simpson, Coming Next week.")
VS. 
( A fuming Mercedes Vargas looked to take out at least some of her frustrations on Angel Kash in the opening bout. Mercedes dominated the match, seemingly able to win at any time she felt, but decided time and time again that she just wasn't ready to end it.
Angel did managed a little offense, but after she went for the Kash Flow [Codebreaker] and missed, Mercedes continued the domination until locking Kash in the Red Peril II [Stryker Lock] that had Kash screaming in submission.)
Winner: Mercedes Vargas
VS. 
( The match of champions was pretty back and forth early on, but Kevin Allen proved to have way to much wrestling skill on his side, easily out-wrestling the taller, stronger Josh Stevens. Josh grew tired of this, and resorted to dirty tactics and power moves to gain the edge, but even after a massive Very Canadian Uppercut [Super European Uppercut] He could not keep Allen down.
Allen mounted a small comeback after Stevens missed a charge in the corner and went to work with suplexes and began working the arm of Stevens possibly setting him up for the New Twist [Lebell Lock] Allen went for the move, but Stevens countered and laid out Allen with a huge piledriver that nearly won the match. Stevens singled for the Canadian Shock [Future Shock DDT] but Allen twisted out and managed to lock in the New Twist this time, and gained yet another submission victory.)
Winner: Kevin Allen
VS. 
(The Sirens title was one the line for Roxi Johnson a mere 10 days after she won the title. And against her girlfriend to boot. This might have been Keira's first match in CPW, but she did prove to be a formidable opponent in the early going, as the two wrestled early on for control. Keira managed to almost score a victory early on after a flying elbow, but the champion stayed in the match.
As the match progressed, Roxi seemingly had trouble capitalizing on her opponent, which lead to a series of near-falls throughout the match. Keira continued to encourage Roxi to not hold back at all, and the two begin really going for it after that.
Keira may have shocked herself when she managed to catch Roxi with the Seven Sins [Chick Kick] and nearly scored the win, but that was as close as she could get, as Roxi rebounded and began to take control of the match. Again torn, Keira continued to encourage Roxi to finish the match, and with great hesitation, Roxi nailed Keira with the Ray of Hope [Disaster Kick] and scored the win. )
Winner : Roxi Johnson [Retains CPW Siren's title]
(As Roxi was about to exit, Keira twirls her around. Roxi gets ready, thinking Keira was showing her true intentions. She did, as she kissed Roxi hard on the lips. The two begin a lip lock as the crowd goes nuts. As Keira breaks it, she asks)
Keira: Will...will you...move in with me?
(Roxi smiles)
Roxi: Yes...yes I will
(Keira smiles as the two hugged and the fans popped for it, but then they turned to boos as Mercedes Vargas. stormed the ring and attacked both exhausted wrestlers. Mercedes knocked Roxi into Keira, toppling them both over, then grabbed the CPW Siren's title and proceeded to lay out both Roxi and Keira with it. Mercedes stared at the Siren's title then held it up as CPW TV went off the air.)
