The camera pans around the arena as the crowd screams and pyro explodes all over the stage, ramp and ring. Copeland: Welcome once again to Meltdown, coming to you live from the Bercy Arena in Paris! I’m Sebastian Copeland and joining me here at ringside is my broadcast partner, Jack Cohen. Cohen: The pleasure’s all yours Sebastian. Copeland: We have one hell of a show in store for you tonight as we continue our European Tour. And what a main event we have planned as The Sacrificial Altar goes man to man with Drake Callahan and Los Magnificos Dragones. Ricky Runn walks onto the stage with a mic in his hand and his full entourage in tow as the crowd makes their feelings clear. Cohen: Alright! Ricky Runn! Copeland: Looks like he’s got something to say Jack, funny how that only seems to happen when Barbosa isn’t around. Cohen: That’s because unlike my boy Ricky, Barbosa spends his time between matches in an Asylum rather than on the road. Ricky stops by the side of the ring and waits for his entourage to enter first before sliding under the ropes. Runn: ‘Sup The crowd chants loudly “Ricky Sucks! Ricky Sucks!” Runn: You guys can say I suck all you want, but do you know who’ll I’ll never suck as much as? Every single one of your mothers. I’m like momma catnip. The ladies love a man with confidence, a man with style. A man with swag. Ricky waits for a second, pausing in the middle of the ring with his arms outstretched as he invites the crowd to respond. Runn: Do you know who ladies don’t love? The lunatic Barbosa. How can ladies love a man with so little style, so little dignity and such a complete absence of swagger. Barbosa is sick, and not in the good way. Barbosa is ill. He needs help, and when I strip the World Championship from around his waist at Apocalypse in London he will finally get the help he needs. Copeland: Is Ricky Runn being serious right now? Cohen: Seriously awesome! Runn: So Barbosa, why not show us… The instant Ricky Runn hears Barbosa’s music the microphone hits the ground and Runn is outside of the ring surrounded by his posse. They stare at the ramp until it becomes clear that Barbosa isn’t coming down the ramp. They slide back into the ring and start looking out into the crowd for him. Eventually a figure does walk onto the ramp, none other than Mr Banks who is smiling wildly. Banks: Richard Runn, what on earth do you think you are doing? You know full well that Barbosa isn’t here tonight, that is he isn’t supposed to be. However, when I heard that you were going to come out here and talk about him I thought I should be proactive. The crowd starts to cheer wildly as Runn and his entourage begin looking around, they all turn around and see Barbosa standing between the ring and the announce tables. Cohen: What the hell is that mad man doing here? Shouldn’t he be in a strait jacket and a padded cell tonight? Copeland: You know what they say Jack. What goes around comes around and Ricky Runns mouth is about to do both. Barbosa steps up onto the apron and quickly enters the ring. Runn’s posse charge toward Barbosa who clears house effortlessly. Ricky Runn however has escaped through the crowd. Barbosa lifts Donny J to his feet and flips him into the Doppelganger! He drops him straight onto Hollywood Jameson just as Joe Mason stirs, Mason looks at what is happening and tries to run but he’s nowhere near fast enough Barbosa grabs him and unleashes with fierce elbow strikes to the head. Copeland: Calculated Manic Fury! Barbosa really showed the Swag Pack who’s the boss tonight. Cohen: A trio of noble sacrifices that allowed Ricky Runn to escape that dangerous maniac. Barbosa raises his arms in the air World Championship in hand as Banks can be seen applauding at the top of the ramp. Copeland: I still don’t know what to make of Banks but I sure like what just happened. Still to come on Meltdown, Saboteur takes on Fallout in our opening match.