The camera pans around the arena and the Meltdown logo has a 50 embedded into it, we then focus on the ring where Chuck Myles standing in the center of the ring, mic in hand. The crowd is buzzing as a smile creeps on Myles face.
Myles:*Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Meltdown 50!
Harrys: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Lethal Lottery Qualifying match!
Becoming the Bull starts and Brad Bomb makes his way out to a positive response from the crowd. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring. He sheds his hoodie and tosses it into the crowd before climbing the second turnbuckle and raises his arms up.
Harrys: Introducing first, from the United Kingdom. He stands' 6'6" and weighs 261 lbs, Brad Bomb!
Time to create my own Meltdown Memory...
Bomb moves and Constantine crashes chest first into the ring.
Come on.
Bomb stumbles for a moment before throwing Constantine back into the ring at the count of seven. Constantine slowly gets to his feet as Bomb rushes at him.
Let's get it over and done with...
Huh?!
and suddenly hits the Axis of Evil! He covers Bomb 1...2.....3!
Harrys: Here is your winner and the next qualifier for the Lethal Lottery, Constantine!
No...
The crowd boos loudly as Constantine kicks Bomb out of the ring before exiting himself.
Damn it! The bastard... Bomb watches Constantine walk up the ramp taking in the boos as he recovers from the Axis of Evil by the steel steps
Urgh... as Constantine begins to head backstage, Bomb picks himself up. The crowd acknowledge this by starting to cheer for the man whose just lost.
Huh? Confused he walks up the ramp, shaking his head in disbelief at the cheers.
He makes his way backstage and sees
Michael Winters heading towards the ring.
"Hey man, that was a good performance out there. You're unlucky you lost."
Bomb, trying to conceal his ever growing disbelief,
Thanks. *Winters and Bomb share a smile as Winters walks off towards his match.*
"Hey," shouts Bomb,
"Good luck." As he heads into the locker room, he sees the
Brothers In Arms preparing their tactics for their match as he heads for a shower.
"So I think it's best if I start off and then we bring you in later to get the win... also, you can keep an eye on Crashin. Just to make sure if he tries to screw us over you can get him good." *They both look up to see Bomb emerge from the shower. The three glance at each, having faced off before there is a mutual respect for each other and a mutual resentment of The Crashin Movement. All smile as Bomb sits down and relaxes against the wall.
Both Toyota and Hammond chuckle at Bomb.
"Tired, ay? You did well man. Didn't make it easy for him at all. I'm sure you've left a lasting impression there."
"Thanks." He smiles.
"You know, I don't know why people still cheer when I lose. I don't understand it. Winning is everything, right?"
As Hammond and Toyota get up for their match next, Toyota looks over to Bomb. Toyota:
"It not all about the winning. The performance is what counts." He bows to Bomb and then leaves with Hammond as they head to the ring for their match.
Bomb sits there humbled by Toyota's words. In his mind he just keeps going over Toyota's comments - even as he packs his bags. As he finishes up with his packing, he gets a phone call.
"Hello?" pause "Yeah I'm just on my way. Did you see?" pause "Yeah well I'm all ready. It's annoying that I'm going through my back-up plan but what can you do?" pause and then Bomb laughs "Yeah well I was up against Constantine so I made sure I had some plans." pause "Yeah I'll be there soon, see ya."
Cut to black as Bomb exits the arena
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Next, we see a clear blue sky and the sun shining down upon the city of Melbourne, Australia. The figures of two people can be seen sun bathing by a hotel poolside that overlooks the picturesque city.
As they converse together, they both watch as a girl in a bikini emerges from the pool, grabs a towel and then walks towards the bar.
"Damn. Look at the ass on her!" Says the person on the right as he points towards the girl who has just sat down,
"That's unreal! But I'm telling you, the waitress is something else. I mean, she's just a little bit better than the maid but you know - I don't mind taking two at once, you know what I'm saying?" He nudges and winks at the guy to his left.
"Dude, I didn't pay for your holiday so you could sit by the poolside and eye up girls you don't stand a chance with."
"You're hilarious Brad. You know that, right? Besides we came here for the Ashes, it's not my fault we won it so easily and it would be a waste of money not to enjoy the rest of the holiday."
"Free-loader..."
"Hey, you offered me the holiday. If you wanted you could've invited someone from WZCW." He points towards the Titus towel draped over the back of the lounger.
"They're all busy... I'm the only one on the roster, other than the current try-outs, to not have made it to the Lethal Lottery Pay-Per-View. I know I'm still a rookie but I expect more from myself" He slams himself backwards onto his sun lounger.
"You know what, I'm a get us both a beer and then we can relax, ok?"
Brad Bomb looks over to his friend
"You just want an excuse to talk to that barmaid, Matt."
Matt laughs "
You know me all to well. I'll get two Kronenburgs, yeah?" Matt holds up two fingers as he slowly backs away, waiting for Brad's approval.
"Go for it." As Matt runs off towards the barmaid, Bomb leans back into his lounger ready to soak up the sun.
"At least I can tan in peac-" *Bomb's message ringtone starts to ring*
"Damn it." He picks up his phone and instantly opens the new message.
Chuck Myles? What does he want? This is a formal notification of Chris Beckford's EurAsian Open challenge at Lethal Lottery. Similar to last year with Showtime's open challenge, if picked you'll stand a chance of becoming the next EurAsian Champion. Good luck challengers.
Bomb sits up and stares at his phone, going over the text repeatedly in his head.*
Eur.. Asian Champion...
"What's that buddy?" Bomb jumps and drops his phone as Matt returns with two beers in hand.
"Woah, didn't mean to startle you so much. Here try to relax more" Matt hands Bomb a beer as he picks up his phone. He sets his phone down on the table next to his lounger.
"Sorry I was just kinda zoned out thinking about something."
What? Matt takes the first swig of his beer.
"You know Chris Beckford, right?" *Bomb takes a swig of his beer*
"Well, not personally," Bomb glares at Matt's joke,
"but yeah. He's EurAsian Champion, right?"
"Yeah. I just found out that at Lethal Lottery he's having an Open Challenge for his title at Lethal Lottery."
"Really? Sweet! Just like with Showtime Cougar last year. You remember that. Man we were cheering for Hammond like mad that night." Both Matt and Bomb laugh.
"That was a sweet match."
"So what's up? You still look down, I mean this the chance you've been waiting for, remember? You told everyone you wanna be like Titus. It all starts with the EurAsian title you said. Or did Big Dave hit you so hard with that chair you forgot?" Once again both of them laugh.
"You're an asshole." They both take swigs from their bottles of beer.
I'm also your best friend. But seriously, whats up?
"Well there's no 100% chance of my selection to begin with. It's hardly like I'm on a roll at the moment." Bomb gets up and walks over the balcony edge and looks to the city "Also, another wrestler like Constantine might come out, I mean he is becoming a little bit obsessive over the 'EurAsian 5' so it wouldn't be the greatest surprise..." He turns round to look at his friend while swigging his beer.
Matt gets up and walks over to him while saying - "And? For all you know you could be going up against that new guy Dr. Allahzedred or something, as a pick for the match against Beckford. I mean come on he could be beaten by a water balloon." *Bomb s******s*
"You gotta take your oppourtunities when they come to you man and besides, it's not all about the result-"
"-It's the perfomance that counts..."
"Exactly! And your performance against Constantine shows that you're ready for this. So why are you worrying? Man the dirt sheets are right about you rookies," He uses his beer bottle to point at Bomb,
"too focused on winning all the time".
"Well I guess you're right..." "As always." "You wish." They both laugh at each other before looking over the balcony at the city.
"I'll start packing after I finish my suntan and my beer."
Sounds good... although I'll have to hold off on flying back so soon. I've got a date.
"What? With who?" Matt looks over to the barmaid and waves and she waves back. He gives Bomb a look of smugness, one that suggests to Bomb he shouldn't of doubted him earlier. "
How the hell did you manage that?" Bomb looks at him stunned as Matt shrugs.
Bomb and Matt turn back to take in the view of the city once more, the tap their bottles together and say cheers as the screen fades to black.
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The next scene is of a busy airport. People can be seen rushing around with their luggage to their exits, doing some late gift shop buying, in the queuing at the departures desk. The camera looks at a plane waiting for departure. On the plane is Brad Bomb, sat down in his chair waiting for the plane to start take off, he's lost in deep thought.
What do I know about Beckford? Well let's see, he won the title at All Or Nothing. He's a Leeds fan... no that's too basic. What is it about Beckford that makes him EurAsian champion?
He's a great high-flyer, a type of opponent that I struggle with. He puts everything on the line against his opponents. Heck he'd use the Cross Country from the top of a 20ft ladder if he thought he would give him the win. And... and... urgh! Just think. Think. Think... wait that's it! He's a deep thinker. I've seen him backstage a couple of times and he looks like he's completely detached from his body. Always thinking. He thinks too much.
At this point Bomb's phone starts to ring, it draws attention to him as everyone looks around. Fortunately for him, the plane is yet to start it's take off so he's allowed to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Brad, it's Leon Kensworth. I was just wondering if you've heard about the EurAsian Open Challenge match and Lethal Lottery and if so what are your thoughts about it?"
"Yes I have heard of it and as we speak I'm on the plane back to the US to prepare for the match against Beckford. As for my thoughts, I'm glad I have the opportunity to potentially be in a title match at Lethal Lottery. Especially the EurAsian title."
"Ah yes, I remember you stating you wanted that title at the start of your time in WZCW. Is there any reason why you think Chris Beckford should pick you as his opponent?"
"Well if he wants the best challenge then he'll pick me. On Meltdown I was able to push John Constantine to a good match, despite still being in the learning process. Something he can't ignore. If Beckford wants to prove himself as a champion then he'll take me on, he can even have a stipulation if he wants. Tables? Ladders? Street Fight? I don't care. I will put my all into this match and together I know me and Beckford can set the crowd on fire."
"Well you certainly sound enthusiastic! Just one more question how do you think you can beat him?" Just as Leon finishes his question, the seatbelt icon above Bomb's head flashes on and the air hostess beckons him to hang up his phone as the plane will be taking off soon.
"Leon I gotta go, my plane's taking off. One last thing though - it's not all about beating him. It's the performance that counts the most."
Bomb hangs up the phone and does up his seatbelt. The air hostess smiles as she signals to the rest of the cabin crew that the everyone is ready and they can start take off. The scene then fades to black.
