Post by MPW ADMIN on Oct 26, 2012 19:23:54 GMT -5
[The theme song hits as pyro’s explode from the rafters. The TNT theme song plays as the fans cheer and the camera pans around the arena to cheering fans and signs in the crowd]
Thomas Simon: Welcome to Thursday Night Takedown!
Bob Herman: We have an incredible card lined up for you tonight
Thomas Simon: Let’s take you back to the end of the show last week!
{{LAST WEEK}}
[Trey slowly rises to his feet; he takes the MPW World Heavyweight Title belt, and places his over his shoulder, as he’s catching his breath. Trey Baxter asks for a microphone. Trey walks around the ring, as he’s catching his breath.]
Trey Baxter: I’m going to make this short, and sweet. I’m your MPW World Heavyweight Champion, and with that comes challengers from all directions. I’m standing here waiting and ready for anyone, whether it be the Apostle Kried or Johnny Clash, who I heard talking earlier tonight, or even Brandon Nytrus again, it doesn’t matter I’m ready for anyone who wants to step up and take a shot!
[Trey drops the mic and climbs the turnbuckle hoisting his MPW title high in the air.]
Thomas Simon: He wanted to make a statement there and I believe he did.
Bob Herman: I know there is someone out there that can beat him…..I mean it can’t be tha……
Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD!!!
[Johnny Clash slips from under the ropes and pops up to his feet. Trey bounces down from the turnbuckle and immediately gets nailed with a clothesline taking the champ out. Baxter rolls on the ground as Clash takes his belt off and starts whipping Trey. Clash’s face is beat red with a sickening look in his eyes. He stops whipping Baxter as official run down to the ring to stop him. Clash tosses them aside and wraps the belt around Trey’s neck choking him. Johnny releases the belt as Trey falls forward dropping to the mat as he is out cold breathing real heavy.]
Thomas Simon: THAT SON OF A BITCH! Fan we are out of time we will see you next week……
[Screen fades on Clash holding the MPW World title in his hands with a sickening smirk on his face.]
{{Replay End}}
Thomas Simon: We have no idea what got in to TWI last week but they made themselves known on more than one occasion.
Bob Herman: And than they……
Thomas Simon: Oh here we go..
[Walk Away hits as the fans begin to boo louder than ever. Rage and Johnny Clash walk out first in suits. Johnny lifts his sunglasses and looks out to the crowd. Biguns and Jason Xavier trail them. Johnny puts his arm around Biguns and they walk down the ramp]
Honey Winters: Please Welcome... True Wrestling Icons!
[Some more boos fill the arena. Rage and Johnny step up on to the apron and look at each other. Johnny puts his fist out and Rage hits it with his hand as they climb through the ropes and enter the ring. Biguns and Jason enter behind and Rage takes a microphone as the music dies down but the crowd lets them know how they feel]
Rage: As you just saw, we mean business. We are no pushovers and we certainly are no one to mess with. If you got a problem with us than you saw exactly what happened last week to ... Well the whole roster basically.
[The fans boo]
Rage: Don’t boo us! Just because they can’t live up to your expectations as fans and we can get the job done doesn’t mean you should hate on us!
[The fans keep booing as Rage paces back and forth getting worked up]
Rage: Clash! Here! Take the mic before I head out in to the crowd and rip apart these morons limb for limb!
[The fans boo even louder as Johnny takes the microphone and waits in still silence as the boo’s die down]
Johnny Clash: Ya done yet? Are you out of breath? You know the more you boo the more it makes me feel like I am doing my job correctly and will continue to do what we do.
Thomas Simon: Give me a break! Get these guys out of here, where is Madd Katt!?
Johnny Clash: I mean look at us. Me and Rage in our million dollar suits looking as Fly as an LL Cool J Video!
Thomas Simon: Did he just say LL Cool J?
Johnny Clash: and Jason Xavier our noble Prince. He isn’t wearing a suit but no one can pull off ripped jeans and a black tank top like this guy!
[Johnny messes up Jason’s hair as he continues walking. He stands in front of Biguns as she sticks her chest out and smirks at him]
Johnny Clash: And than there’s the sexy, fiesty, knowshowtogiveamanablowjob Ms Biguns. My god
[Johnny puts his hand on her chest and squeezes the left one than the right one]
Johnny Clash: Yup, just like I left em.
[The fans boo as Biguns giggles at Johnny and swats his hand away]
Johnny Clash: We are the first and last faces you see when you tune in every week and that is for a purpose. This is our show and it has been from the beginning. Sure we were sidetracked for a bit with some personal stuff but hey look, we are here now as one and we will not be stopped by anyone. Take a look at the two guys who we tortured the most over the past year, Chris Cable and Drake Hunter.
[The fans boo their names]
Johnny Clash: They couldn’t ever beat us, we tortured them and screwed with them over and over and where did that lead? They joined the dark side. Not saying we want anything to do with those idiots but I give credit where credit is due and those two have balls.
[Johnny stands back in the middle of the ring with Rage to his left and Jason and Biguns to his right]
Johnny Clash: It seems that something is missing here though and that is something that matches our Logo... Gold. So if you have gold around your waste, we want it and to put it simply.. You aren’t safe. That means everyone from TJ Pain to Trey Baxter. MPW you have officially been put on notice, signed, sealed, stamped.
[Johnny drops the microphone and Walk Away hits again. Johnny fixes his tie as the camera stares at him. He smirks as TWI exits the ring. They walk on to the stage and head to the back but Johnny stays behind. He pulls out a big black permanent marker and smirks. He throws the cap and walks over to the MPW Logo on the LCD Screen as it moves by. He holds the marker to the screen and autographs it with Johnny Clash TWI.]
Thomas Simon: TWI is completely out of control someone needs to put an end to this.
Bob Herman: Well I’m sure our Champion will have something to say about this as TWI called them out
Thomas Simon: Well we are sorry about that folks but we will be right back and jump right in to the action when we get back!
SANDWICH TIME WITH PRIMAL
[The shot opens in what looks like the settings of a cooking show, with a stove pots and pans and other kitchen utilities. After a few seconds Primal walks into the shot wearing an apron and a chefs hat , with a weird smile on his face]
Primal: Good evening everybody, today we are going to learn how to make a humble sand wish
[He ducks under the kitchen counter and reappears with some bread, peanut butter and jelly.]
Primal: we start with the bread and smear some peanut butter on it... be generous with it... and on the other we smear jelly and then we squash it together!!!
[Violently he starts squashing the pieces of bread together as his expression changes to a dark, grim mask of hate and frustration]
Primal: This sandwich is for you Bliss!... you squashed me like this bread!!!!
[Slowly he holds up the crumbling sandwich]
Primal: You beat me and proved to me, why you hold that title... and I don't
[His head sinks down and a growl escapes him before he looks back up]
Primal: I underestimated you, no overestimated myself I had the championship I had what I needed to make my plan work and because of my foolishness I dropped it
Primal: But now the time for talk is over, as of now the beast is unleashed and its time to feast on MPW
[Primal starts to laugh a deep and roaring laughter as the shot slowly fades to commercial.]
FLAWLESS VS. DISTORTION
Honey Winters: This match is set for one fall and is a tag team match Introducing first weighing in at 492lbs FLAAAWWWLEEEEESSSSS!
[Pistol and Palmero make there way down to the ring in an arrogant manor. Brushing off fans looking to get a high five. They enter the ring and pose while waiting for there opponents.]
[Why can't we be friends by Smash mouth hits and Distortion comes bouncing out on stage waving and dancing, in their straightjackets, both holding a small bag.]
Honey Winters: Their opponents weighing in at 459lbs DIIISTOOORTIIIOOONNN!
[Jokah and Reapah start dancing down the ramp throwing out sock puppets to the fans, who meets them with a mixed reaction, they finally get to ringside and start shaking hands with people around the ring, even Bob and Thomas, before sliding in the ring where they mount the corners as the music fades out.]
Thomas Simon: Well these two are really something else
Bob Herman: Yeah its looks like the circus is in town
[Distortion puts their jackets in the ring corner and walk over to Flawless extending their hands for a show of sportsmanship. Pistol and Palermo just stares at them confused then slap their hands away, but Jokah and Reapah, just grabs them and tries to give them a hug]
Thomas Simon: what is wrong with these guys?
Bob Herman: I think they just want to be friends with Flawless
[As the bell rings Distortion finally gives up and turns to return to their corner, but from behind Flawless sneaks up on them looking to land an attack, Jokah spins around and lands a an Enziguri to Pistol, as Reapah nearly takes Palermo's head off with a discus clothesline before rolling him to the outside as he steps out on the apron.]
Bob Herman: Seems like there was a flaw in Flawless' game plan there
[Jokah is rebounding off the ropes as Kenny Pistol is getting up, Jokah steps up onto his opponents knee and lands a devastating Shining Wizard. Quickly the masked man follows up dragging Pistol back to his feet and going for the tag. As he gets to his corner Reapah isn't there Jokah looks around and finally Reapah shouts at him from ringside, where he found a girl with a I'm with stupid sign. Jokah lets Kenny Pistol go and joins up with his partner as the referee and Flawless stares at them looking confused. Howard Green starts his ten count.]
Thomas Simon: What the hell are they doing
Bob Herman: I think its called flirting
Thomas Simon: But there in the middle of a match
[Suddenly it seems like Reapah remembers why they are there and grabs Jokah and pulls him to wards the ring. Jokah quickly rolls in by the count of nine as Reapah jumps up on the apron. Kenny Pistol is quickly on his opponent as he rolls in stomping away on the masked man before dragging him up to his feet and over to the corner, where Luke Palermo is waiting, they tag and both grab Jokah by the arms whipping him into the ropes. As Jokah rebounds, Reapah blind tags, Jokah ducks a double clothesline and stops himself on the opposite side staring at Flawless, who spins around, Jokah points behind them and as the two turn Reapah grabs their heads and bangs them together. Pistol goes down and rolls out as Distortion grabs Palermo and whips him to the ropes nailing him with a double bicycle kick.]
Thomas Simon: What the hell are they doing Bob?
Bob Herman: Its called the Can-Can a dance Tom
Thomas Simon: But this is a wrestling match
[Howard Green finally gets the dancing duo to stop and escort Jokah to the corner as Luke Palermo is up again and him and Reapah locks up in the collar and elbow. Luke quickly gains advantage and goes behind with the waistlock, but Reapah nails him with a back elbow sending him staggering backwards as he himself runs into the ropes and rebounds spinning around Luke Palermo and taking him down with his signature Rollerblade. Swiftly he jumps to his feet and tags Jokah, who quickly jumps the turnbuckles and into Reapah arms in a Crucifix hold as Palermo rises, Reapah throws Jokah at him and Palermo is flattened with a clothesline like maneuver, Jokah rolls him over for the pin.]
[Kenny Pistol enters the ring to safe his partner, but so is Reapah and Pistol is taken out of the ring with a strong lariat as Howard Green starts count]
[...1...2...3... DING DING DING as Why cant we be friends hit, Distortion starts dancing around in the ring spinning Howard Green between them]
Honey Winters: And here are your winners DIIIISTOOORRRTIIIOOONNN!
Thomas Simon: what the hell
Bob Herman: These two are a disgrace to our business
[Distortion finally stop dancing as they grab their jackets and go after Flawless wrapping them up in the straightjackets and start dragging them down the ramp, stopping at the girl from before and having a laugh about her sign as we go to commercial]
PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!
[As the enormous screen at the front of the set came to life the arena erupted into murmurs and conjecture as the image of a shaky camera was seen moving a short distance down a narrow backstage hallway and then it comes to a stop just in front of an open doorway. The arena was suddenly engulfed in an enormous pop when the all saw the camera had stopped just in front of Aidan Caine’s locker room. The two obviously did not realize they were being filmed as they were caught in the throes of a deep discussion. Caine stood with his arms folded across his chest as Electra stood in front of him, her hands on his arms.]
Electra Stevens: Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!
Aidan Caine: Yes, I do.
Electra Stevens: Why? I mean, I know why but why like this Aidan? Don't get me wrong, its not that I lack confidence in you its just....This match is… there’s a reason they never happen anymore! They’re just too dangerous! He could pull a knife!
Aidan Caine: Yeah, he could, but so could I... The man is a boil on the butt of MPW that needs to be lanced Lexi! I know it, you know it, the fans know it, and I’m pretty sure Romney and Obama discussed it in the debate the other night!
Electra Stevens: Oh Aidan come on, be serious for a second. You know you have to think about more than yourself and Gracie now. I just can't handle seeing you in the hospital again...
[Subconsciously one of her hands dropped to her stomach along with Caine’s eyes.]
Electra Stevens: So give me one good reason why you are risking so much. This isn’t just about that Roll of the Dice briefcase. This could end your career or worse! Give me one good reason you need to face him like this.
Aidan Caine: Because if I don’t do this he will never stop. He has threatened my daughter, put my personal life on display, stuck me in a hospital bed for weeks, revealed your pregnancy to the world, threatened to hurt you, hurt the baby, actually even slammed you into a truck, and now he hates me so much that he… Electra, he talked his way into my dead fiancé’s family home, took her urn, and poured her ashes down a toilet! I’m not going to let him get away with that and I’m not going to let those TWI band of idiots walk around here running amok and thinking they own this place! I owe that much to you, to me, to our family, and to all the MPW fans! I can’t let him walk away with that Roll of the Dice briefcase because you know what? That puts him one step closer to the World title. That. Can’t. Happen. Have you heard them? Those fans? The people of MPW? They WANT this! The response to this match has been huge! And you know me, I’m always going to try to give them what they want, because the thing that people seem to forget is that we wouldn’t be here without the fans.
Electra Stevens: I'm sorry about Lauren, it was a disgusting display, But Aidan, maybe they are asking too much of you this time. Trust me, I know, they have all given me my career too and I am so thankful for that but, when this is all over they won’t be the ones left picking up the pieces. They aren't the ones that have to watch someone struggle for life....
[As the fans looked on, a single tear started down her cheek, Caine dropped his defensive and stoic stance, enveloping Electra in a hug that left their foreheads touching and their eyes closed. Fans cheered the intimate moment that Caine and Electra still thought was all their own, especially when they heard Caine’s next words.]
Aidan Caine: He is going to pay for what he has done. Every single day for the rest of his sad, pathetic life if I can help it.
[She sighed loudly but didn’t move a muscle and neither did Caine.]
Electra Stevens: Well then, if you are going to insist on doing this you know what you have to do right? How far you will have to go?
[She offered up a sad half smile.]
Aidan Caine: No holding back, no giving up, no mercy, and leaving no room for regrets.
Electra Stevens: Unfortunately... yes....
[Slowly the scene faded to black, ending with the tense notes of silent acceptance hanging heavily in the air. Cut to commercial]
WAR OF WORDS
[The scene then shifts backstage, where Tim Bowers is standing backstage]
Tim Bowers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Number One Contender for the X-Core Championship, Jordan Storm
[The crowd cheers in the background, as Storm appears, dressed in a burgundy shirt and some jeans. He shakes Tim's hand]
Tim Bowers: Jordan, in just over two weeks time, you will face the biggest challenge and the biggest match of your short career, when you face current X-Core Champion, Ash Soulsfate, in a match for the X-Core title. What are your thoughts on Ash and the X-Core title
Jordan Storm: Well, Tim, I understand how good Ash is. I mean, you don't become X-Core Champion without having some sort of ability. But I also know, that when it comes time for me to step up and prove myself and gain 10 pounds of gold around my waist, that I will be ready. You see, I am the hottest young stars in this industry and- What do you want?
[Current X-Core Champion Ash Soulsfate comes into the picture, his title on his shoulder. Ash laughs, before grabbing the mic off Tim]
Ash Soulsfate: Hottest young star? People are still learning your name out there, to them you're just another bitch with a ponytail telling them that you are ready for something you have no idea about. When you're in the ring with me, you will experience hell....my hell. But you were kind of right about one thing: I do have ability. I have the most wrestling ability of anyone on this roster. You, my little Australian friend, have been here 5 minutes and already you're telling us how great you. Tell me when you win multiple World Titles how great you are. I'm telling you this, "Stormtrooper", you ain't getting this gold around your waist, as long as I am champion"
[Storm snatches the mic off Ash]
Jordan Storm: Look, Ash, I'm not going to get into a petty little war of words with you. Why? Because words don't mean nothing when it comes to titles. You can claim to be the best, but I want to see you put your money where your big mouth is. You think that it'll just be a stroll in the park for you, that you'll walk all over me
Ash Soulsfate: Pretty much
Ash says with a smug smile.
Jordan Storm: Well, I got news for you: I'm not going down without a fight. You underestimate me, because I'm new here. Big mistake. It's a mistake that will cost you that title. It's a mistake that is going to put me on the map. It's a mistake that'll have Honey Winters announcing me as the new X-Core Champion. Like I said before, words don't mean that much to me, which is why at Uncivil War, I'll let my actions speak louder than my words
[Jordan and Ash then get nose to nose, both trash talking. After a few seconds, Ash slaps Jordan in the face and holds up his X-Core Championship]
CHICKEN VS. CHRIS CABLE
[“Machinehead” by Bush hits as we see Cable come to the stage doing a 360 spin and follows up by showing his elbow to the crowd. He walks to the ring and does the same in the ring with fireworks going off on the corner posts.]
Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen introducing first he is……..CHRIS CABLE!!!!!!!!
[“Hit That” by Offspring plays and Chicken simply walks down the ramp and slides under the ropes. He hops onto the turnbuckle and tries to flex what little muscles he has, but he is ultimately intimidated by Chris Cable who is just staring him down.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent………….CHICKKKKKKKKENNNNNNNNNNNN!
[The bell rings as Chicken and Cable begin to circle each other. You can tell that Chicken wants no part of Cable who walks up to Chicken who tries to run. Cable chases Chicken around the ring for a few seconds before just stopping meanwhile Chicken continues to run not knowing that Cable has stopped running after him. Chicken stops as he realizes nobody is chasing him anymore and as he turns to find Cable he is caught off guard when he's hit by a hard spear by Cable. Cable quickly bounces to his feet as the crowd begins to boo him. He picks Chicken up and whips him hard into the corner where Chicken runs into the turnbuckle hard as he is dazed and stumbles off Cable quickly hits him with a reverse neckbreaker. Cable climbs up to the top rope where he begins to pump the crowd up and he immediately gets a huge pop from the crowd as he waits for Chicken to make his way to his feet. Once Chicken finally makes it to his feet and turns to face him, Cable jumps off the top rope and connects with a hard missile dropkick that connects with the side of Chicken's face and sends him down to the mat and immediately grabs his face. Cable gets to his feet and mounts Chicken before nailing him with repeated elbow strikes until the referee finally comes over and puts an end to it. Cable backs off as he looks around at the crowd and then looks down on his fallen opponent who has made his way to all fours. Cable waits for Chicken to make his way to his feet and as soon as he does he starts hitting him with Cable Rush! Cable connects with one of his signature moves as he hits Chicken with an elbow furry followed by a rolling elbow.]
Thomas Simon: Cable Rush! This one might be over!
Bob Herman: That sure was a lot of elbows.
[Chicken falls to the ground and Cable jumps on top of him for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!!!]
Thomas Simon: Chicken is able to get a shoulder up at the very last second!
Bob Herman: I definitely thought this match was over.
[Cable sits up on his knee's as he can't believe Chicken was able to kick out. Cable gets to his feet before picking Chicken up and going for a fast clothesline that Chicken is somehow able to duck under but then is hit by a quick kick to the stomach by Cable. Cable then grabs a hold of Chicken's arm and whips him into the ropes. As Chicken bounces off the ropes Cable tries to hit him with yet another clothesline but Chicken is once again able to duck under it before bouncing off the ropes and hitting Cable with a dropkick that sends him stumbling but doesn't send him down. Chicken quickly gets up and hits Cable with another dropkick which this time sends Cable down but not for long. Cable quickly springs up to his feet but is immediately met with a battering ram by chicken right to the gut. Cable immediately grabs his stomach in pain which gives Chicken the time to connect with a reverse bulldog. Chicken hooks Cable's leg for the pin!]
Thomas Simon: We might have an upset here!
Bob Herman: Is Chicken about to beat the much bigger Cable?
[1...2.Kickout! Cable is able to kick out pretty easily as he basically throws the much smaller Chicken off of him. As Cable slowly makes his way up Chicken climbs up to the top rope and as soon as Cable turns to face him Chicken jumps off and connects with a cross body. Chicken wastes no time as he quickly climbs back up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Cable to make his way to his feet and as he does Chicken flies through the air and this time connects with a flying clothesline! The crowd goes crazy!]
Thomas Simon: Chicken has somehow taken complete control of this match.
[Chicken looks around the crowd with a crazed look on his face as it looks like he's ready to go for his finisher.]
Thomas Simon: Is Chicken getting ready to try to end this match?
Bob Herman: It would be a very impressive win for the youngster if he was able to somehow beat Chris Cable here tonight.
[Chicken picks up Cable by the hair before dragging him over to the corner where Chicken jumps up to the second turnbuckle before grabbing a hold of Cable's head and then twisting him around with a Tornado DDT!]
Thomas Simon: Chicken just hit his finisher on Cable! This has to be it!
[Chicken gets a big pop from the crowd as he goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!]
Thomas Simon: Cable kicks out again! This has turned out to be one hell of a match between these two wrestlers here tonight.
[Chicken sits up on his knee's as he can't believe Cable was able to kick out. Chicken stands up as he stares down at Cable who is now beginning to slowly make his way to his feet. Chicken helps him up and tries to whip him into the ropes but Cable is able to reverse it and send Chicken into the ropes. As soon as Chicken bounces back off the ropes he is caught by Cable who lifts him up high and slams him down hard on his back with a spinebuster! Cable goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Chicken just barely gets his shoulder up to stop the 3 count! Cable gets to his feet as he gets in the refs face saying he counted slow. Cable then turns his attention back towards Chicken who has made his way onto all fours. Cable gets a running start before connecting with a punt to the face of Chicken which sends Chicken flipping over onto his back.]
Thomas Simon: KO Kick! Cable just connected with the KO Kick!
Bob Herman: This one is definitely over now!
[Instead of going for the pin Cable picks Chicken up and turns him around before grabbing him around the head and connecting with Cable's Welcome!]
Thomas Simon: What's wrong with this man? Chicken is obviously out of it! Just pin the poor guy!
Bob Herman: He's having his fun...leave him alone.
[Cable hooks the leg of Chicken for the pin! 1...2...3! Chris Cable is able to pick up the victory over Chicken!]
LAURA TAVARES VS. IAN ANDREWS
[Come back from commercial and Ian Andrews is already in the ring with his theme music playing the background.]
Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen already in the ring at this time he is IAN ANDREWS!
Honey Winters: And his opponent she is LAURA TAVARES!!!
[“Going Under” by Evanescence blasts and Laura walks out to a deafening POP. She walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.]
[The bell rings as the two tie up with Andrews getting the early advantage by dragging Laura to corner where the referee orders the release after a 3 count. Andrews releases the tie and gets a cheap right in. Andrews now goes on the attack with continued rights to the surprised Tavares. Andrews then attempts to whip Laura to the opposite corner but Laura counters by instead whipping Andrews. Laura than runs as Andrews but Ian lifts his legs and counters with a two foot kick into the jaw of Laura. Ian then waits for Laura to turn around and hits her with a running clothesline that downs Tavares. Ian then proceeds to pick up Laura but Laura counters as she is on her knees with a right hand to the gut of Andrews. Laura reaches her feet and continues the assault with rights until Andrews hits the ropes where Laura clotheslines him over the top rope]
Thomas Simon: Look at this, we are only a couple of minutes into this bout and it has already spread to the outside!
[Laura roles out of the ring and grabs Andrews who is groggy from the hard fall and drags him to the ring apron where she smashes his head into the apron, Laura then grabs Andrews once again this time to the ring barricade where she repeats the head smash but this time on the barricade. Tavares grabs Andrews a third time and throws him back into the ring on the referee's 7 count. Laura now is getting bask into the ring only to be hit by the surprise dropkick to the knee by Andrews which leaves Laura near the ring ropes holding her knee in pain. The crowd gasp at the high impact of the move.]
Bob Herman: This is why this man is a gold medalist, he is a great wrestler that is now going to destroy Laura Tavares!
Thomas Simon: Well Bobo Laura is one tough cookie as we have learnt over the last year and she wont just fade away that easy
[Andrews taunts Laura and the crowd to the boos of the crowd. Andrews now grabs Laura by the leg he kicked and drags her to the centre of the ring where he places an elbow drop right to the knee. Laura screams in pain as Andrews gets back up and multiple times hits the elbow drop. Andrews releases the leg and gets up whilst Laura is on the ground holding her knee. Andrews then continues the assault by grabbing Laura's leg once again, placing flat on the mat and stomps on it. Andrews doesn't stop there as he drags Laura this time to the ropes where he hooks her leg over the rope and then follows by putting his own foot onto the injured knee of Laura and puts weight on it. The referee counts to 4 before Andrews releases the pressure on Laura's knee.]
Thomas Simon: Laura must be a whole lot of pain right now! Ian Andrews is picking her apart with some methodical wrestling.
[Andrew lifts Laura up and grabs her knee and lifts her into the air with a knee smash. Laura falls to the ground as Andrew now covers Laura
1........2....... kickout
Laura jumps to her feet as Ian is stunned. She kicks him in the stomach and sets him up. She hits the Implant Buster and rolls him over for the pin. 1.....2.....3.!
Thomas Simon: isn't that ironic she hit the implant buster on Ian? Great win nonetheless!
Bob Herman: Laura looks fantastic out there. Glad to have her back……wait cut to another commercial?? Again? COME ON!
I WAS HERE, SIMPLY TO WRESTLE!
[Burn It Down by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play, and the entrance way turns green, and out walks Ash Soulsfate in a neck brace, and walking very carefully. For once showing this man is vulnerable, he walks down the ramp as the audience screams that Ash has gotten what he deserves and Ash is silent back to the crowd. Ash looks as if he's feeling sorry for himself. Ash makes his way up the stairs and climbs into the ring holding his neck and grimacing. Ash is handed a microphone.]
Ash Soulsfate: I was here, simply to wrestle. I was never here to get attacked, I was never here to be humiliated by Rage, Johnny Clash and the oh so powerful Jason X. Oh man when I felt their power, it made me realize that I am no champion at all. This has all been a sham. And so with a heavy heart, I have to say the following....
[Ash places his X-Core Championship on the mat before him with his head hung low.]
Ash Soulsfate: And what I have to say is...I'm sorry to inform the MPW that....
[Ash lifts his head with a smile. He rips off his neck brace, showing he was never hurt at all.]
Ash Soulsfate: I AM the motherfuckin' X-Core Champion! That I will never back down to anyone. FUCK Jason X, fuck Rage and fuck Johnny Clash. You see it was Jason X who was hit with the AMF, more than once at Aftershock and I must've knocked a few screws loose. But to step back and imagine, how Jason X had to walk back to his little buddies Rage and Johnny Clash and have to get them to do all together what Jason X couldn't, which was put my ass on that mat. I don't have friends here in the MPW and I don't need them. I see three guys, who can't stand on their own two feet so they've joined together in some sort of neanderthal group. Rage, you and I never had a problem now we definitely do, Johnny Clash, I get why you support Jason X....it's because Jason X plays second fiddle to me just like you will always live in Trey Baxter's shadow. You thought your little attack would shut me down. You think that this was the end of the road you sons of bitches. No, what you did was make things worse for you, because now, it will be my absolute pleasure to outshine all three of you. Johnny Clash, you have your hook ups and Rage, as horrible at putting words together as you are, you find yourself near the top of the card. What it is, is open season, and sure, I'm busy defending what your little buddy couldn't win at Aftershock, I'll say this, anytime, any place. And one day you will be on the other side of that ring from me. And when it you are, Johnny, your hook ups won't mean shit. Rage, your nose and muscles will not be a factor, and Jason X, your head will simply be your mother's new bicycle seat. All of you.....Welcome to the Hunt!
[Ash drops the mic and picks up his X-Core title and puts it back where it belongs....on his shoulder. The scene fades to commercial break.]
YOU GUYS AREN’T WORTH MY TIME.
[The crowd cheers as we come back from commercial and Laura Tavares is walking down the hallway in her wrestling gear and a towel around her neck. Chicken walks by and pats her on the back]
Chicken: Great match Laura! You killed it!
Laura Tavares: Thanks Chicken you too!
[Laura keeps walking and her face changes to a scowl as she walks slower and looks forward. Johnny Clash and Ms. Biguns are stopped staring at her as she walks by. Johnny pushes his sunglasses down and takes a look at Laura]
Johnny Clash: I thought I smelled something funny.
[Johnny laughs as Laura stops in her tracks keeping her back towards them but makes a pissed off expression. She turns around as Johnny and Biguns stare at her with arrogant smiles]
Laura Tavares: Johnny babe, that’s that skank next to you that smells a little funky. Maybe she should take a shower every once in a while. Especially after reading your tweets because that stuff makes us all sick.
Johnny Clash: Laura Laura, listen there’s no reason to be mad at us just because me and Biguns do things that you only dreamed about.
Laura Tavares: You know what Johnny, you guys just aren’t worth my time right now.
[Laura turns around to walk away]
Ms. Biguns: Not worth those dollar store funbags in our face either. Cover yourself up girl
[Laura turns around again]
Laura Tavares: You want to talk dollar store funbags? What about those nasty balloons on your chest? Surprised they aren’t around your ankles by now!
Ms. Biguns: Are you sure you want to do this bitch?
[Laura slaps Biguns and Biguns fires back. They start brawling as Johnny steps back and watches. Referee’s and security run in to separate them. They pull them apart and Johnny puts his arm around Biguns]
Johnny Clash: Let’s go while they scrape the road kill off the road.
[Laura stares them down breathing heavily and blowing the hair out of her face. She shakes her head as the scene fades]
TERRIN REIGN VS. MARINO/PAYNE
Thomas Simon: Welcome back MPW fans.. we've already started to see some action out there and we don't even have all three wrestlers in the ring yet.
Bob Herman: Rye doesn't seem to realize that Marino is supposed to be his partner tonight
[ Rye is show, shouting, getting right into the face of Marino who's got his hands raised, arguing back with the other man. Rye shoves him by the shoulders. A look crosses Marino's face and he pushes back]
Bob Herman: Looks like this may be an easy match for Terrin Reign
Thomas Simon: He hasn't even come out yet. What's he waiting for?
Bob Herman [with a laugh]: why waste your energy when they could be doing all the work for you? It's called strategy.
[ Rye lands a punch right to Marino's stomach, causing him to double over.]
Thomas Simon: Doesn't he know that Marino is his partner?
Bob Herman: And he doesn't know that obviously he needs all the help he can get if he wants to get any kind of advantage over Reign. Have you see that guy?
[ Rye gets up on the ropes and starts calling toward the stage, shouting for Reign to get his ass out to the ring, meanwhile Marino staggers toward Rye , pushing him. Rye loses his grip, and flips over the rope, holding on before losing his grip and landing to the mats below. Marino slides under the ropes to continue his assault when Pantera's "Five Minutes Alone" blasts over the speakers. Marino looks up and Rye sits up and they await the large man's arrival, but no one comes out from the top of the ramp. Marino doesn't see Reign come up behind him, having entered the action from the crowd. Reign does a double axe handle over Marino's head, knocking him to the mat. The Bell rings]
Thomas Simon: Look at that.... now this match as officially started
Bob Herman: Don't blink Tommy boy, Terrin Reign is about to clean up some trash and it won't take long.
[Reign moves over to Rye , who starts to crab walk backwards away from him, showing the audience that he wasn't prepared at all. It doesn't take long for Reign to pick him up by the collar. and stare into his face. The ref has appears and starts to count them all out. Rye is trying to claw at Reign's hand. A slow satisfied smile starts over his face as he throws the smaller man to the apron. Rye rolls underneath and on his feet he starts away from the larger man. Reign then turns to Marino and does the same, only shoving him under himself since he's still disoriented and groggy. He climbs in just as the ref counts to 8. he looks down at Marino a second before stalking toward Rye . rye runs at him, trying to spear him, but only hitting a wall and bouncing back. he shakes his head and tries to punch him. Reign grabs his fist in mid punch and squeezes his smaller hand until he hears the familiar cracking of bones. Rye screams out in pain. he holds his broken fist near his chest and is so busy concentrating and screaming out 'my hand... my hand' that Reign is able to deliver a kick to Rye 's head, sending him to the mat.]
Bob Herman: See Tommy... what did I tell you... Quick work
Thomas Simon: I really wish you'd stop calling me that. Looks like Marino is starting to get up.
[Reign is already on it though. He picks up the slightly conscious Marino up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, then throws Marino's feet upward, driving his head hard to the mat with a strong Death Valley Driver. He grabs Marino's arm and drags him across the mat and throws him on top of Rye and places a boot at Marino's neck. He waves at he ref who rushes over to count both opponents out. 1....2....3.... The ref holds up Reign's hand in victory]
Thomas Simon: this was an easy victory for reign. he hasn't even broken a sweat.
Bob Herman: That was total domination. The rest of the roster beware, Reign has been in this business a long time and is looking to kick some ass... Marino and Rye are just practice shots and not even good practice.
Thomas Simon: Oh look, he's wanting a mic...
[They hand Terrin a mic and he walks back to the middle of the ring.]
Terrin Reign: I seriously hope the competition gets better than this. [Terrin looks at the broken bodies from his match.]
Terrin Reign: It's time I introduce myself. My name is Terrin Reign. I'm here to fight and take my crew to the next level. We're on a mission to obtain every piece of gold here. I'm not beating around the bush or waiting in any fucking lines. That's not how we do it. We're not going to come out here and tell you any kind of jokes, we've got enough comedians in the back for that.
[Terrin walks towards the ropes.]
Terrin Reign: Instead, we'll be the guys that let these tired ass comedians run their schtick, then we'll step in and beat the fuck out of them for the encore. We're simply put... Here to dominate. Fight who the hell ever wants to get in the ring with us and take their title if they're carrying one. And if any champion refuses to fight us?
[Terrin smiles coldly.]
Terrin Reign: Then we'll beat that motherfucker's door down and make him fight. We don't care who we fight as long as someone steps up to the plate. Whether it's Apostle Kried, Aiden Caine, Trey Baxter or any MPW faithful guys. Rage, Clash or any of those fucking TWI kids. We don't care. We only say shut your mouth, knuckle up and get in our damn ring.
[Terrin drops the mic back down as Pantera's "5 Minutes Alone" hits over the PA again.]
Thomas Simon: Welcome to Thursday Night Takedown!
Bob Herman: We have an incredible card lined up for you tonight
Thomas Simon: Let’s take you back to the end of the show last week!
{{LAST WEEK}}
[Trey slowly rises to his feet; he takes the MPW World Heavyweight Title belt, and places his over his shoulder, as he’s catching his breath. Trey Baxter asks for a microphone. Trey walks around the ring, as he’s catching his breath.]
Trey Baxter: I’m going to make this short, and sweet. I’m your MPW World Heavyweight Champion, and with that comes challengers from all directions. I’m standing here waiting and ready for anyone, whether it be the Apostle Kried or Johnny Clash, who I heard talking earlier tonight, or even Brandon Nytrus again, it doesn’t matter I’m ready for anyone who wants to step up and take a shot!
[Trey drops the mic and climbs the turnbuckle hoisting his MPW title high in the air.]
Thomas Simon: He wanted to make a statement there and I believe he did.
Bob Herman: I know there is someone out there that can beat him…..I mean it can’t be tha……
Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD!!!
[Johnny Clash slips from under the ropes and pops up to his feet. Trey bounces down from the turnbuckle and immediately gets nailed with a clothesline taking the champ out. Baxter rolls on the ground as Clash takes his belt off and starts whipping Trey. Clash’s face is beat red with a sickening look in his eyes. He stops whipping Baxter as official run down to the ring to stop him. Clash tosses them aside and wraps the belt around Trey’s neck choking him. Johnny releases the belt as Trey falls forward dropping to the mat as he is out cold breathing real heavy.]
Thomas Simon: THAT SON OF A BITCH! Fan we are out of time we will see you next week……
[Screen fades on Clash holding the MPW World title in his hands with a sickening smirk on his face.]
{{Replay End}}
Thomas Simon: We have no idea what got in to TWI last week but they made themselves known on more than one occasion.
Bob Herman: And than they……
Thomas Simon: Oh here we go..
[Walk Away hits as the fans begin to boo louder than ever. Rage and Johnny Clash walk out first in suits. Johnny lifts his sunglasses and looks out to the crowd. Biguns and Jason Xavier trail them. Johnny puts his arm around Biguns and they walk down the ramp]
Honey Winters: Please Welcome... True Wrestling Icons!
[Some more boos fill the arena. Rage and Johnny step up on to the apron and look at each other. Johnny puts his fist out and Rage hits it with his hand as they climb through the ropes and enter the ring. Biguns and Jason enter behind and Rage takes a microphone as the music dies down but the crowd lets them know how they feel]
Rage: As you just saw, we mean business. We are no pushovers and we certainly are no one to mess with. If you got a problem with us than you saw exactly what happened last week to ... Well the whole roster basically.
[The fans boo]
Rage: Don’t boo us! Just because they can’t live up to your expectations as fans and we can get the job done doesn’t mean you should hate on us!
[The fans keep booing as Rage paces back and forth getting worked up]
Rage: Clash! Here! Take the mic before I head out in to the crowd and rip apart these morons limb for limb!
[The fans boo even louder as Johnny takes the microphone and waits in still silence as the boo’s die down]
Johnny Clash: Ya done yet? Are you out of breath? You know the more you boo the more it makes me feel like I am doing my job correctly and will continue to do what we do.
Thomas Simon: Give me a break! Get these guys out of here, where is Madd Katt!?
Johnny Clash: I mean look at us. Me and Rage in our million dollar suits looking as Fly as an LL Cool J Video!
Thomas Simon: Did he just say LL Cool J?
Johnny Clash: and Jason Xavier our noble Prince. He isn’t wearing a suit but no one can pull off ripped jeans and a black tank top like this guy!
[Johnny messes up Jason’s hair as he continues walking. He stands in front of Biguns as she sticks her chest out and smirks at him]
Johnny Clash: And than there’s the sexy, fiesty, knowshowtogiveamanablowjob Ms Biguns. My god
[Johnny puts his hand on her chest and squeezes the left one than the right one]
Johnny Clash: Yup, just like I left em.
[The fans boo as Biguns giggles at Johnny and swats his hand away]
Johnny Clash: We are the first and last faces you see when you tune in every week and that is for a purpose. This is our show and it has been from the beginning. Sure we were sidetracked for a bit with some personal stuff but hey look, we are here now as one and we will not be stopped by anyone. Take a look at the two guys who we tortured the most over the past year, Chris Cable and Drake Hunter.
[The fans boo their names]
Johnny Clash: They couldn’t ever beat us, we tortured them and screwed with them over and over and where did that lead? They joined the dark side. Not saying we want anything to do with those idiots but I give credit where credit is due and those two have balls.
[Johnny stands back in the middle of the ring with Rage to his left and Jason and Biguns to his right]
Johnny Clash: It seems that something is missing here though and that is something that matches our Logo... Gold. So if you have gold around your waste, we want it and to put it simply.. You aren’t safe. That means everyone from TJ Pain to Trey Baxter. MPW you have officially been put on notice, signed, sealed, stamped.
[Johnny drops the microphone and Walk Away hits again. Johnny fixes his tie as the camera stares at him. He smirks as TWI exits the ring. They walk on to the stage and head to the back but Johnny stays behind. He pulls out a big black permanent marker and smirks. He throws the cap and walks over to the MPW Logo on the LCD Screen as it moves by. He holds the marker to the screen and autographs it with Johnny Clash TWI.]
Thomas Simon: TWI is completely out of control someone needs to put an end to this.
Bob Herman: Well I’m sure our Champion will have something to say about this as TWI called them out
Thomas Simon: Well we are sorry about that folks but we will be right back and jump right in to the action when we get back!
SANDWICH TIME WITH PRIMAL
[The shot opens in what looks like the settings of a cooking show, with a stove pots and pans and other kitchen utilities. After a few seconds Primal walks into the shot wearing an apron and a chefs hat , with a weird smile on his face]
Primal: Good evening everybody, today we are going to learn how to make a humble sand wish
[He ducks under the kitchen counter and reappears with some bread, peanut butter and jelly.]
Primal: we start with the bread and smear some peanut butter on it... be generous with it... and on the other we smear jelly and then we squash it together!!!
[Violently he starts squashing the pieces of bread together as his expression changes to a dark, grim mask of hate and frustration]
Primal: This sandwich is for you Bliss!... you squashed me like this bread!!!!
[Slowly he holds up the crumbling sandwich]
Primal: You beat me and proved to me, why you hold that title... and I don't
[His head sinks down and a growl escapes him before he looks back up]
Primal: I underestimated you, no overestimated myself I had the championship I had what I needed to make my plan work and because of my foolishness I dropped it
Primal: But now the time for talk is over, as of now the beast is unleashed and its time to feast on MPW
[Primal starts to laugh a deep and roaring laughter as the shot slowly fades to commercial.]
FLAWLESS VS. DISTORTION
Honey Winters: This match is set for one fall and is a tag team match Introducing first weighing in at 492lbs FLAAAWWWLEEEEESSSSS!
[Pistol and Palmero make there way down to the ring in an arrogant manor. Brushing off fans looking to get a high five. They enter the ring and pose while waiting for there opponents.]
[Why can't we be friends by Smash mouth hits and Distortion comes bouncing out on stage waving and dancing, in their straightjackets, both holding a small bag.]
Honey Winters: Their opponents weighing in at 459lbs DIIISTOOORTIIIOOONNN!
[Jokah and Reapah start dancing down the ramp throwing out sock puppets to the fans, who meets them with a mixed reaction, they finally get to ringside and start shaking hands with people around the ring, even Bob and Thomas, before sliding in the ring where they mount the corners as the music fades out.]
Thomas Simon: Well these two are really something else
Bob Herman: Yeah its looks like the circus is in town
[Distortion puts their jackets in the ring corner and walk over to Flawless extending their hands for a show of sportsmanship. Pistol and Palermo just stares at them confused then slap their hands away, but Jokah and Reapah, just grabs them and tries to give them a hug]
Thomas Simon: what is wrong with these guys?
Bob Herman: I think they just want to be friends with Flawless
[As the bell rings Distortion finally gives up and turns to return to their corner, but from behind Flawless sneaks up on them looking to land an attack, Jokah spins around and lands a an Enziguri to Pistol, as Reapah nearly takes Palermo's head off with a discus clothesline before rolling him to the outside as he steps out on the apron.]
Bob Herman: Seems like there was a flaw in Flawless' game plan there
[Jokah is rebounding off the ropes as Kenny Pistol is getting up, Jokah steps up onto his opponents knee and lands a devastating Shining Wizard. Quickly the masked man follows up dragging Pistol back to his feet and going for the tag. As he gets to his corner Reapah isn't there Jokah looks around and finally Reapah shouts at him from ringside, where he found a girl with a I'm with stupid sign. Jokah lets Kenny Pistol go and joins up with his partner as the referee and Flawless stares at them looking confused. Howard Green starts his ten count.]
Thomas Simon: What the hell are they doing
Bob Herman: I think its called flirting
Thomas Simon: But there in the middle of a match
[Suddenly it seems like Reapah remembers why they are there and grabs Jokah and pulls him to wards the ring. Jokah quickly rolls in by the count of nine as Reapah jumps up on the apron. Kenny Pistol is quickly on his opponent as he rolls in stomping away on the masked man before dragging him up to his feet and over to the corner, where Luke Palermo is waiting, they tag and both grab Jokah by the arms whipping him into the ropes. As Jokah rebounds, Reapah blind tags, Jokah ducks a double clothesline and stops himself on the opposite side staring at Flawless, who spins around, Jokah points behind them and as the two turn Reapah grabs their heads and bangs them together. Pistol goes down and rolls out as Distortion grabs Palermo and whips him to the ropes nailing him with a double bicycle kick.]
Thomas Simon: What the hell are they doing Bob?
Bob Herman: Its called the Can-Can a dance Tom
Thomas Simon: But this is a wrestling match
[Howard Green finally gets the dancing duo to stop and escort Jokah to the corner as Luke Palermo is up again and him and Reapah locks up in the collar and elbow. Luke quickly gains advantage and goes behind with the waistlock, but Reapah nails him with a back elbow sending him staggering backwards as he himself runs into the ropes and rebounds spinning around Luke Palermo and taking him down with his signature Rollerblade. Swiftly he jumps to his feet and tags Jokah, who quickly jumps the turnbuckles and into Reapah arms in a Crucifix hold as Palermo rises, Reapah throws Jokah at him and Palermo is flattened with a clothesline like maneuver, Jokah rolls him over for the pin.]
[Kenny Pistol enters the ring to safe his partner, but so is Reapah and Pistol is taken out of the ring with a strong lariat as Howard Green starts count]
[...1...2...3... DING DING DING as Why cant we be friends hit, Distortion starts dancing around in the ring spinning Howard Green between them]
Honey Winters: And here are your winners DIIIISTOOORRRTIIIOOONNN!
Thomas Simon: what the hell
Bob Herman: These two are a disgrace to our business
[Distortion finally stop dancing as they grab their jackets and go after Flawless wrapping them up in the straightjackets and start dragging them down the ramp, stopping at the girl from before and having a laugh about her sign as we go to commercial]
PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!
[As the enormous screen at the front of the set came to life the arena erupted into murmurs and conjecture as the image of a shaky camera was seen moving a short distance down a narrow backstage hallway and then it comes to a stop just in front of an open doorway. The arena was suddenly engulfed in an enormous pop when the all saw the camera had stopped just in front of Aidan Caine’s locker room. The two obviously did not realize they were being filmed as they were caught in the throes of a deep discussion. Caine stood with his arms folded across his chest as Electra stood in front of him, her hands on his arms.]
Electra Stevens: Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!
Aidan Caine: Yes, I do.
Electra Stevens: Why? I mean, I know why but why like this Aidan? Don't get me wrong, its not that I lack confidence in you its just....This match is… there’s a reason they never happen anymore! They’re just too dangerous! He could pull a knife!
Aidan Caine: Yeah, he could, but so could I... The man is a boil on the butt of MPW that needs to be lanced Lexi! I know it, you know it, the fans know it, and I’m pretty sure Romney and Obama discussed it in the debate the other night!
Electra Stevens: Oh Aidan come on, be serious for a second. You know you have to think about more than yourself and Gracie now. I just can't handle seeing you in the hospital again...
[Subconsciously one of her hands dropped to her stomach along with Caine’s eyes.]
Electra Stevens: So give me one good reason why you are risking so much. This isn’t just about that Roll of the Dice briefcase. This could end your career or worse! Give me one good reason you need to face him like this.
Aidan Caine: Because if I don’t do this he will never stop. He has threatened my daughter, put my personal life on display, stuck me in a hospital bed for weeks, revealed your pregnancy to the world, threatened to hurt you, hurt the baby, actually even slammed you into a truck, and now he hates me so much that he… Electra, he talked his way into my dead fiancé’s family home, took her urn, and poured her ashes down a toilet! I’m not going to let him get away with that and I’m not going to let those TWI band of idiots walk around here running amok and thinking they own this place! I owe that much to you, to me, to our family, and to all the MPW fans! I can’t let him walk away with that Roll of the Dice briefcase because you know what? That puts him one step closer to the World title. That. Can’t. Happen. Have you heard them? Those fans? The people of MPW? They WANT this! The response to this match has been huge! And you know me, I’m always going to try to give them what they want, because the thing that people seem to forget is that we wouldn’t be here without the fans.
Electra Stevens: I'm sorry about Lauren, it was a disgusting display, But Aidan, maybe they are asking too much of you this time. Trust me, I know, they have all given me my career too and I am so thankful for that but, when this is all over they won’t be the ones left picking up the pieces. They aren't the ones that have to watch someone struggle for life....
[As the fans looked on, a single tear started down her cheek, Caine dropped his defensive and stoic stance, enveloping Electra in a hug that left their foreheads touching and their eyes closed. Fans cheered the intimate moment that Caine and Electra still thought was all their own, especially when they heard Caine’s next words.]
Aidan Caine: He is going to pay for what he has done. Every single day for the rest of his sad, pathetic life if I can help it.
[She sighed loudly but didn’t move a muscle and neither did Caine.]
Electra Stevens: Well then, if you are going to insist on doing this you know what you have to do right? How far you will have to go?
[She offered up a sad half smile.]
Aidan Caine: No holding back, no giving up, no mercy, and leaving no room for regrets.
Electra Stevens: Unfortunately... yes....
[Slowly the scene faded to black, ending with the tense notes of silent acceptance hanging heavily in the air. Cut to commercial]
WAR OF WORDS
[The scene then shifts backstage, where Tim Bowers is standing backstage]
Tim Bowers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Number One Contender for the X-Core Championship, Jordan Storm
[The crowd cheers in the background, as Storm appears, dressed in a burgundy shirt and some jeans. He shakes Tim's hand]
Tim Bowers: Jordan, in just over two weeks time, you will face the biggest challenge and the biggest match of your short career, when you face current X-Core Champion, Ash Soulsfate, in a match for the X-Core title. What are your thoughts on Ash and the X-Core title
Jordan Storm: Well, Tim, I understand how good Ash is. I mean, you don't become X-Core Champion without having some sort of ability. But I also know, that when it comes time for me to step up and prove myself and gain 10 pounds of gold around my waist, that I will be ready. You see, I am the hottest young stars in this industry and- What do you want?
[Current X-Core Champion Ash Soulsfate comes into the picture, his title on his shoulder. Ash laughs, before grabbing the mic off Tim]
Ash Soulsfate: Hottest young star? People are still learning your name out there, to them you're just another bitch with a ponytail telling them that you are ready for something you have no idea about. When you're in the ring with me, you will experience hell....my hell. But you were kind of right about one thing: I do have ability. I have the most wrestling ability of anyone on this roster. You, my little Australian friend, have been here 5 minutes and already you're telling us how great you. Tell me when you win multiple World Titles how great you are. I'm telling you this, "Stormtrooper", you ain't getting this gold around your waist, as long as I am champion"
[Storm snatches the mic off Ash]
Jordan Storm: Look, Ash, I'm not going to get into a petty little war of words with you. Why? Because words don't mean nothing when it comes to titles. You can claim to be the best, but I want to see you put your money where your big mouth is. You think that it'll just be a stroll in the park for you, that you'll walk all over me
Ash Soulsfate: Pretty much
Ash says with a smug smile.
Jordan Storm: Well, I got news for you: I'm not going down without a fight. You underestimate me, because I'm new here. Big mistake. It's a mistake that will cost you that title. It's a mistake that is going to put me on the map. It's a mistake that'll have Honey Winters announcing me as the new X-Core Champion. Like I said before, words don't mean that much to me, which is why at Uncivil War, I'll let my actions speak louder than my words
[Jordan and Ash then get nose to nose, both trash talking. After a few seconds, Ash slaps Jordan in the face and holds up his X-Core Championship]
CHICKEN VS. CHRIS CABLE
[“Machinehead” by Bush hits as we see Cable come to the stage doing a 360 spin and follows up by showing his elbow to the crowd. He walks to the ring and does the same in the ring with fireworks going off on the corner posts.]
Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen introducing first he is……..CHRIS CABLE!!!!!!!!
[“Hit That” by Offspring plays and Chicken simply walks down the ramp and slides under the ropes. He hops onto the turnbuckle and tries to flex what little muscles he has, but he is ultimately intimidated by Chris Cable who is just staring him down.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent………….CHICKKKKKKKKENNNNNNNNNNNN!
[The bell rings as Chicken and Cable begin to circle each other. You can tell that Chicken wants no part of Cable who walks up to Chicken who tries to run. Cable chases Chicken around the ring for a few seconds before just stopping meanwhile Chicken continues to run not knowing that Cable has stopped running after him. Chicken stops as he realizes nobody is chasing him anymore and as he turns to find Cable he is caught off guard when he's hit by a hard spear by Cable. Cable quickly bounces to his feet as the crowd begins to boo him. He picks Chicken up and whips him hard into the corner where Chicken runs into the turnbuckle hard as he is dazed and stumbles off Cable quickly hits him with a reverse neckbreaker. Cable climbs up to the top rope where he begins to pump the crowd up and he immediately gets a huge pop from the crowd as he waits for Chicken to make his way to his feet. Once Chicken finally makes it to his feet and turns to face him, Cable jumps off the top rope and connects with a hard missile dropkick that connects with the side of Chicken's face and sends him down to the mat and immediately grabs his face. Cable gets to his feet and mounts Chicken before nailing him with repeated elbow strikes until the referee finally comes over and puts an end to it. Cable backs off as he looks around at the crowd and then looks down on his fallen opponent who has made his way to all fours. Cable waits for Chicken to make his way to his feet and as soon as he does he starts hitting him with Cable Rush! Cable connects with one of his signature moves as he hits Chicken with an elbow furry followed by a rolling elbow.]
Thomas Simon: Cable Rush! This one might be over!
Bob Herman: That sure was a lot of elbows.
[Chicken falls to the ground and Cable jumps on top of him for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!!!]
Thomas Simon: Chicken is able to get a shoulder up at the very last second!
Bob Herman: I definitely thought this match was over.
[Cable sits up on his knee's as he can't believe Chicken was able to kick out. Cable gets to his feet before picking Chicken up and going for a fast clothesline that Chicken is somehow able to duck under but then is hit by a quick kick to the stomach by Cable. Cable then grabs a hold of Chicken's arm and whips him into the ropes. As Chicken bounces off the ropes Cable tries to hit him with yet another clothesline but Chicken is once again able to duck under it before bouncing off the ropes and hitting Cable with a dropkick that sends him stumbling but doesn't send him down. Chicken quickly gets up and hits Cable with another dropkick which this time sends Cable down but not for long. Cable quickly springs up to his feet but is immediately met with a battering ram by chicken right to the gut. Cable immediately grabs his stomach in pain which gives Chicken the time to connect with a reverse bulldog. Chicken hooks Cable's leg for the pin!]
Thomas Simon: We might have an upset here!
Bob Herman: Is Chicken about to beat the much bigger Cable?
[1...2.Kickout! Cable is able to kick out pretty easily as he basically throws the much smaller Chicken off of him. As Cable slowly makes his way up Chicken climbs up to the top rope and as soon as Cable turns to face him Chicken jumps off and connects with a cross body. Chicken wastes no time as he quickly climbs back up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Cable to make his way to his feet and as he does Chicken flies through the air and this time connects with a flying clothesline! The crowd goes crazy!]
Thomas Simon: Chicken has somehow taken complete control of this match.
[Chicken looks around the crowd with a crazed look on his face as it looks like he's ready to go for his finisher.]
Thomas Simon: Is Chicken getting ready to try to end this match?
Bob Herman: It would be a very impressive win for the youngster if he was able to somehow beat Chris Cable here tonight.
[Chicken picks up Cable by the hair before dragging him over to the corner where Chicken jumps up to the second turnbuckle before grabbing a hold of Cable's head and then twisting him around with a Tornado DDT!]
Thomas Simon: Chicken just hit his finisher on Cable! This has to be it!
[Chicken gets a big pop from the crowd as he goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!]
Thomas Simon: Cable kicks out again! This has turned out to be one hell of a match between these two wrestlers here tonight.
[Chicken sits up on his knee's as he can't believe Cable was able to kick out. Chicken stands up as he stares down at Cable who is now beginning to slowly make his way to his feet. Chicken helps him up and tries to whip him into the ropes but Cable is able to reverse it and send Chicken into the ropes. As soon as Chicken bounces back off the ropes he is caught by Cable who lifts him up high and slams him down hard on his back with a spinebuster! Cable goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Chicken just barely gets his shoulder up to stop the 3 count! Cable gets to his feet as he gets in the refs face saying he counted slow. Cable then turns his attention back towards Chicken who has made his way onto all fours. Cable gets a running start before connecting with a punt to the face of Chicken which sends Chicken flipping over onto his back.]
Thomas Simon: KO Kick! Cable just connected with the KO Kick!
Bob Herman: This one is definitely over now!
[Instead of going for the pin Cable picks Chicken up and turns him around before grabbing him around the head and connecting with Cable's Welcome!]
Thomas Simon: What's wrong with this man? Chicken is obviously out of it! Just pin the poor guy!
Bob Herman: He's having his fun...leave him alone.
[Cable hooks the leg of Chicken for the pin! 1...2...3! Chris Cable is able to pick up the victory over Chicken!]
LAURA TAVARES VS. IAN ANDREWS
[Come back from commercial and Ian Andrews is already in the ring with his theme music playing the background.]
Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen already in the ring at this time he is IAN ANDREWS!
Honey Winters: And his opponent she is LAURA TAVARES!!!
[“Going Under” by Evanescence blasts and Laura walks out to a deafening POP. She walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.]
[The bell rings as the two tie up with Andrews getting the early advantage by dragging Laura to corner where the referee orders the release after a 3 count. Andrews releases the tie and gets a cheap right in. Andrews now goes on the attack with continued rights to the surprised Tavares. Andrews then attempts to whip Laura to the opposite corner but Laura counters by instead whipping Andrews. Laura than runs as Andrews but Ian lifts his legs and counters with a two foot kick into the jaw of Laura. Ian then waits for Laura to turn around and hits her with a running clothesline that downs Tavares. Ian then proceeds to pick up Laura but Laura counters as she is on her knees with a right hand to the gut of Andrews. Laura reaches her feet and continues the assault with rights until Andrews hits the ropes where Laura clotheslines him over the top rope]
Thomas Simon: Look at this, we are only a couple of minutes into this bout and it has already spread to the outside!
[Laura roles out of the ring and grabs Andrews who is groggy from the hard fall and drags him to the ring apron where she smashes his head into the apron, Laura then grabs Andrews once again this time to the ring barricade where she repeats the head smash but this time on the barricade. Tavares grabs Andrews a third time and throws him back into the ring on the referee's 7 count. Laura now is getting bask into the ring only to be hit by the surprise dropkick to the knee by Andrews which leaves Laura near the ring ropes holding her knee in pain. The crowd gasp at the high impact of the move.]
Bob Herman: This is why this man is a gold medalist, he is a great wrestler that is now going to destroy Laura Tavares!
Thomas Simon: Well Bobo Laura is one tough cookie as we have learnt over the last year and she wont just fade away that easy
[Andrews taunts Laura and the crowd to the boos of the crowd. Andrews now grabs Laura by the leg he kicked and drags her to the centre of the ring where he places an elbow drop right to the knee. Laura screams in pain as Andrews gets back up and multiple times hits the elbow drop. Andrews releases the leg and gets up whilst Laura is on the ground holding her knee. Andrews then continues the assault by grabbing Laura's leg once again, placing flat on the mat and stomps on it. Andrews doesn't stop there as he drags Laura this time to the ropes where he hooks her leg over the rope and then follows by putting his own foot onto the injured knee of Laura and puts weight on it. The referee counts to 4 before Andrews releases the pressure on Laura's knee.]
Thomas Simon: Laura must be a whole lot of pain right now! Ian Andrews is picking her apart with some methodical wrestling.
[Andrew lifts Laura up and grabs her knee and lifts her into the air with a knee smash. Laura falls to the ground as Andrew now covers Laura
1........2....... kickout
Laura jumps to her feet as Ian is stunned. She kicks him in the stomach and sets him up. She hits the Implant Buster and rolls him over for the pin. 1.....2.....3.!
Thomas Simon: isn't that ironic she hit the implant buster on Ian? Great win nonetheless!
Bob Herman: Laura looks fantastic out there. Glad to have her back……wait cut to another commercial?? Again? COME ON!
I WAS HERE, SIMPLY TO WRESTLE!
[Burn It Down by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play, and the entrance way turns green, and out walks Ash Soulsfate in a neck brace, and walking very carefully. For once showing this man is vulnerable, he walks down the ramp as the audience screams that Ash has gotten what he deserves and Ash is silent back to the crowd. Ash looks as if he's feeling sorry for himself. Ash makes his way up the stairs and climbs into the ring holding his neck and grimacing. Ash is handed a microphone.]
Ash Soulsfate: I was here, simply to wrestle. I was never here to get attacked, I was never here to be humiliated by Rage, Johnny Clash and the oh so powerful Jason X. Oh man when I felt their power, it made me realize that I am no champion at all. This has all been a sham. And so with a heavy heart, I have to say the following....
[Ash places his X-Core Championship on the mat before him with his head hung low.]
Ash Soulsfate: And what I have to say is...I'm sorry to inform the MPW that....
[Ash lifts his head with a smile. He rips off his neck brace, showing he was never hurt at all.]
Ash Soulsfate: I AM the motherfuckin' X-Core Champion! That I will never back down to anyone. FUCK Jason X, fuck Rage and fuck Johnny Clash. You see it was Jason X who was hit with the AMF, more than once at Aftershock and I must've knocked a few screws loose. But to step back and imagine, how Jason X had to walk back to his little buddies Rage and Johnny Clash and have to get them to do all together what Jason X couldn't, which was put my ass on that mat. I don't have friends here in the MPW and I don't need them. I see three guys, who can't stand on their own two feet so they've joined together in some sort of neanderthal group. Rage, you and I never had a problem now we definitely do, Johnny Clash, I get why you support Jason X....it's because Jason X plays second fiddle to me just like you will always live in Trey Baxter's shadow. You thought your little attack would shut me down. You think that this was the end of the road you sons of bitches. No, what you did was make things worse for you, because now, it will be my absolute pleasure to outshine all three of you. Johnny Clash, you have your hook ups and Rage, as horrible at putting words together as you are, you find yourself near the top of the card. What it is, is open season, and sure, I'm busy defending what your little buddy couldn't win at Aftershock, I'll say this, anytime, any place. And one day you will be on the other side of that ring from me. And when it you are, Johnny, your hook ups won't mean shit. Rage, your nose and muscles will not be a factor, and Jason X, your head will simply be your mother's new bicycle seat. All of you.....Welcome to the Hunt!
[Ash drops the mic and picks up his X-Core title and puts it back where it belongs....on his shoulder. The scene fades to commercial break.]
YOU GUYS AREN’T WORTH MY TIME.
[The crowd cheers as we come back from commercial and Laura Tavares is walking down the hallway in her wrestling gear and a towel around her neck. Chicken walks by and pats her on the back]
Chicken: Great match Laura! You killed it!
Laura Tavares: Thanks Chicken you too!
[Laura keeps walking and her face changes to a scowl as she walks slower and looks forward. Johnny Clash and Ms. Biguns are stopped staring at her as she walks by. Johnny pushes his sunglasses down and takes a look at Laura]
Johnny Clash: I thought I smelled something funny.
[Johnny laughs as Laura stops in her tracks keeping her back towards them but makes a pissed off expression. She turns around as Johnny and Biguns stare at her with arrogant smiles]
Laura Tavares: Johnny babe, that’s that skank next to you that smells a little funky. Maybe she should take a shower every once in a while. Especially after reading your tweets because that stuff makes us all sick.
Johnny Clash: Laura Laura, listen there’s no reason to be mad at us just because me and Biguns do things that you only dreamed about.
Laura Tavares: You know what Johnny, you guys just aren’t worth my time right now.
[Laura turns around to walk away]
Ms. Biguns: Not worth those dollar store funbags in our face either. Cover yourself up girl
[Laura turns around again]
Laura Tavares: You want to talk dollar store funbags? What about those nasty balloons on your chest? Surprised they aren’t around your ankles by now!
Ms. Biguns: Are you sure you want to do this bitch?
[Laura slaps Biguns and Biguns fires back. They start brawling as Johnny steps back and watches. Referee’s and security run in to separate them. They pull them apart and Johnny puts his arm around Biguns]
Johnny Clash: Let’s go while they scrape the road kill off the road.
[Laura stares them down breathing heavily and blowing the hair out of her face. She shakes her head as the scene fades]
TERRIN REIGN VS. MARINO/PAYNE
Thomas Simon: Welcome back MPW fans.. we've already started to see some action out there and we don't even have all three wrestlers in the ring yet.
Bob Herman: Rye doesn't seem to realize that Marino is supposed to be his partner tonight
[ Rye is show, shouting, getting right into the face of Marino who's got his hands raised, arguing back with the other man. Rye shoves him by the shoulders. A look crosses Marino's face and he pushes back]
Bob Herman: Looks like this may be an easy match for Terrin Reign
Thomas Simon: He hasn't even come out yet. What's he waiting for?
Bob Herman [with a laugh]: why waste your energy when they could be doing all the work for you? It's called strategy.
[ Rye lands a punch right to Marino's stomach, causing him to double over.]
Thomas Simon: Doesn't he know that Marino is his partner?
Bob Herman: And he doesn't know that obviously he needs all the help he can get if he wants to get any kind of advantage over Reign. Have you see that guy?
[ Rye gets up on the ropes and starts calling toward the stage, shouting for Reign to get his ass out to the ring, meanwhile Marino staggers toward Rye , pushing him. Rye loses his grip, and flips over the rope, holding on before losing his grip and landing to the mats below. Marino slides under the ropes to continue his assault when Pantera's "Five Minutes Alone" blasts over the speakers. Marino looks up and Rye sits up and they await the large man's arrival, but no one comes out from the top of the ramp. Marino doesn't see Reign come up behind him, having entered the action from the crowd. Reign does a double axe handle over Marino's head, knocking him to the mat. The Bell rings]
Thomas Simon: Look at that.... now this match as officially started
Bob Herman: Don't blink Tommy boy, Terrin Reign is about to clean up some trash and it won't take long.
[Reign moves over to Rye , who starts to crab walk backwards away from him, showing the audience that he wasn't prepared at all. It doesn't take long for Reign to pick him up by the collar. and stare into his face. The ref has appears and starts to count them all out. Rye is trying to claw at Reign's hand. A slow satisfied smile starts over his face as he throws the smaller man to the apron. Rye rolls underneath and on his feet he starts away from the larger man. Reign then turns to Marino and does the same, only shoving him under himself since he's still disoriented and groggy. He climbs in just as the ref counts to 8. he looks down at Marino a second before stalking toward Rye . rye runs at him, trying to spear him, but only hitting a wall and bouncing back. he shakes his head and tries to punch him. Reign grabs his fist in mid punch and squeezes his smaller hand until he hears the familiar cracking of bones. Rye screams out in pain. he holds his broken fist near his chest and is so busy concentrating and screaming out 'my hand... my hand' that Reign is able to deliver a kick to Rye 's head, sending him to the mat.]
Bob Herman: See Tommy... what did I tell you... Quick work
Thomas Simon: I really wish you'd stop calling me that. Looks like Marino is starting to get up.
[Reign is already on it though. He picks up the slightly conscious Marino up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, then throws Marino's feet upward, driving his head hard to the mat with a strong Death Valley Driver. He grabs Marino's arm and drags him across the mat and throws him on top of Rye and places a boot at Marino's neck. He waves at he ref who rushes over to count both opponents out. 1....2....3.... The ref holds up Reign's hand in victory]
Thomas Simon: this was an easy victory for reign. he hasn't even broken a sweat.
Bob Herman: That was total domination. The rest of the roster beware, Reign has been in this business a long time and is looking to kick some ass... Marino and Rye are just practice shots and not even good practice.
Thomas Simon: Oh look, he's wanting a mic...
[They hand Terrin a mic and he walks back to the middle of the ring.]
Terrin Reign: I seriously hope the competition gets better than this. [Terrin looks at the broken bodies from his match.]
Terrin Reign: It's time I introduce myself. My name is Terrin Reign. I'm here to fight and take my crew to the next level. We're on a mission to obtain every piece of gold here. I'm not beating around the bush or waiting in any fucking lines. That's not how we do it. We're not going to come out here and tell you any kind of jokes, we've got enough comedians in the back for that.
[Terrin walks towards the ropes.]
Terrin Reign: Instead, we'll be the guys that let these tired ass comedians run their schtick, then we'll step in and beat the fuck out of them for the encore. We're simply put... Here to dominate. Fight who the hell ever wants to get in the ring with us and take their title if they're carrying one. And if any champion refuses to fight us?
[Terrin smiles coldly.]
Terrin Reign: Then we'll beat that motherfucker's door down and make him fight. We don't care who we fight as long as someone steps up to the plate. Whether it's Apostle Kried, Aiden Caine, Trey Baxter or any MPW faithful guys. Rage, Clash or any of those fucking TWI kids. We don't care. We only say shut your mouth, knuckle up and get in our damn ring.
[Terrin drops the mic back down as Pantera's "5 Minutes Alone" hits over the PA again.]