Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 2:25:24 GMT -5
Iconic Aggression Presents:
Sunday night Reloaded - October 20th
Live! From Scotiabank Sadledome. Calgary, Alberta
Dark match: Hellbender Vs. Nathan James
Hellbender is quick to start the match and has a strong lead on James. James gets a few good moves and almost has a pin on Hellbender but he kicks out at the last minute. Hellbender gets a good hold on James and secures a win by knocking James out with a chokeslam.
At 8:07 - Winner via knockout Hellbender
***
Thomas Simon: Welcome folks to the beautiful Sadledome. It looks great considering the recent water damage it underwent over the summer don't you think Richie?
Richie Rhodes *chuckling*: Ya took them a long time to empty it with only one cup!
Thomas groans as the scene fades to the back into Bob Herman's temporary office. He's sitting behind a desk with the three members of IA. Laila is standing against a far wall wither her arms crossed. Trey is sitting. there are scabbed over scratches on his face and he looks like he hasn't slept. the bruise on his cheek from earlier in the week a sickly yellow colour. Blaze has a Band-Aid on his forehead but otherwise doesn't appear to be as injured as he really is.
Bob Herman: Forget it. You tricked me and there's no way I'm signing over the show to you three asswipes tonight.
Trey starts to look pissed off but Blaze puts a calming hand on his shoulder, pushing him back into the chair
Blaze: A deal is a deal Bob. We get control. You lost to Laila.
He nods over his shoulder where Laila smiles a self satisfied smirk. bob shakes his head.
Bob Herman: Never. You'll have to force me and I doubt you could do that....
Suddenly the members of IA are grabbing him. Laila pulls a rope from her waist that previously just looked like a belt. They had been anticipating that Bob would pull out of the agreement. Blaze pulls a roll of duct tape from a shelf and as Trey and Laila finish tying him up except leaving one hand sticking out, Blaze stretches the tape in an attempt to intimidate him. bob knows how much duct tape stings when taken off.
Bob: Okay Okay...
Laila sticks a pen in his hand and holds the paper out to him. he signs quickly.
Bob: You can't take titles tonight. You can't change the matches already set. Now let me go.
the three look at each other before smirking collectively.
Blaze: I think you need a little down time. Laila... send him to the naughty corner.
Laila smiles and gets behind Bob and starts to push him out of the room.
Blaze: Wait... something's missing.
He stretches the tape again and puts a piece over bob's mouth as he protests.
Blaze: Much better. continue.
the scene fades out as Laila is leaving the office. She starts whistling... it sounds a lot like the tune from Kill Bill.
***
Commercial Break
***
Outside the back of the Saddle dome, two security guards stand in front of a back door, blocking it from someone just outside of the camera’s view. The double doors behind them open, allowing Laila to step between them, coming back from disposing of the MPW Owner. She looks to both of them.}
Laila: You said there was a situation?
Security guard to her right: Yes, Ms. Laila. This gentleman and lady are asking to enter into the arena, but their names are on the list of those not to be allowed under any circumstances.
{Laila looks towards the still off-screen individual. A wide, wicked grin crosses her face.}
Laila: Ah, yes…
{The camera pulls back at that moment. The crowd, watching on the HD screens in the arena, let out a loud ovation.}
Laila: …Ms. Ashfield and Mr. Shadow.
{The newly crowned tag team champions are patiently standing before her, each clad in jeans and a brand new Phoenix Rising t-shirt {available for $29.99 at the souvenir stand}. Soul has a large bandage across his damaged nose, holding it in place after an obvious reset last night. Aeryn looks worse, with a large bandage around her head, a brace on her right arm, and a limp in her step. However, both are smiling as they wear their new title belts proudly across their waists. In addition, both are holding in their hands cups of what appears to be Tim Horton’s tea, as indicated by the strings of the bags hanging over the cup lips.}
Laila: I must say I am surprised to see you here. After the events of last night, I figured you both would be too injured to compete.
Aeryn: What, these? These are just insignificant little scratches.
Soul: Hell, I’ve been through worse and fought the same night.
Aeryn: So since this is a MPW show, we’re MPW wrestlers, and more importantly… we are MPW World Tag Team Champions…
{The audience pops once more.}
Aeryn: …we figured our presence would be needed for tonight.
{To their slight surprise, Laila gives a haughty laugh at their suggestion, dismissing it in their faces.}
Laila: I am sorry, but perhaps the blows you received Friday night to your thick skulls did more damage than we thought. Today, this isn’t a MPW show. This is an ICONIC AGGRESSION show. Only the best are allowed through these doors. And despite being kind enough to carry those belts my friends have graciously loaned you…
{Aeryn gives a little start at her comment. By contrast, Soul merely smirks.}
Laila: …you two are nothing more than a pair of washed-up never-wares. So I suggest you leave now and fly home to Chicago and Boston and enjoy your enormous spot of luck you had at Unsanctioned. For when you meet them again, those belts are returning to the waists of their true owners.
{Her face red with rage, Aeryn starts to move towards Laila, only for Soul to step forward enough to deter her from reaching her goal. He holds up his tea, as if pondering it more a moment.}
Soul: You know, I think she is right, Aeryn. After all, I just can’t get that night out of my mind.
{He reaches around the cup, grabbing the teabag’s string. In front of the ladies’ curious eyes, he lifts it completely out of the liquid and into the air.}
Soul: I wonder if Trey and Jackass… err, sorry, Jackson…
{Soul then dunks the bag back into the tea.}
Soul: ...can stop thinking about it as well?
{The teabag, dripping, goes back into the air.}
Soul: I mean, how will they ever….
{There is a slightly audible tiny splash from the down stroke.}
Soul: …get it out their heads?
{Soul moves the teabag rhythmically up and down, almost hypnotically, as he speaks, continually dunking it in and out of the hot liquid.}
Soul: Can they ever forget what happened that night? The humiliation of losing yet another title? The pain of doing it to a bunch of newbie's to MPW? The torment of being laid out in the center of the ring on national television? The shame? The disgrace? How do they live with that?
{At no time does his hand stop its steady repeated dunking of the teabag. Being a gamer, Aeryn begins to snicker at the reference. An increasing mirth ripples through the audience, though some members have to clue others in. Even the security guards cover their mouths to hide their humour. Laila, however, looks rather mystified by the situation.}
Soul: I mean, we beat them, Aeryn! We faced them in a match tailor-made to their self-proclaimed brutal attitude. If they couldn’t defeat us then, how can ever expect to beat us in a remat…
{Without warning, the cup is knocked out of Soul’s hand, stricken by a solid slap from Laila. Snarling, she moves to punch his broken nose, only to have her fist caught by Aeryn’s. The two ladies stand locked in a battle of will and strength for a moment. Laila, being the healthier of the pair, looks to be ready to gain the advantage. At that moment, she catches Soul cool stare. Something in his eyes causes her to back down, perhaps realizing underestimating his strength and fire like her partners did would perhaps not be the wisest move.}
Soul: You know, Aeryn, perhaps she is right. This is an Iconic Aggression show, not MPW, so it would seem we have the night off. What do you say we enjoy the sights of Calgary since we really didn’t have a chance before?
Aeryn: That sounds like a lovely idea, Soul. But first we need to go back to Tim Horton’s. It seems Laila has spilled your tea. How rude of her.
{Soul bends down, picking up the now empty cup and discarded teabag. He pitches the cup into a nearby waste container.}
Soul: It’s okay, my dear. After all, she is being trained by Jackass… SON… damn, I can’t get that name right… and Trey. So it’s only natural for her…
{Soul swiftly tosses something at Laila. Instinctively, she catches it in her left hand. Looking at her palm, she sees…}
Soul: …to want to get the teabag.
{A primal scream of rage echoes across the backstage parking lot as Laila hurls the bag back at the champions. Soul easily dodges the throw while turning to walk away with his lovely partner. Barely controlling her breathing, she watches their retreating backs with an inferno of hatred. The guards scramble out of her way as she kicks open the double doors to re-enter the arena.}
***
Taufik vs. Zero
{Every light in the arena suddenly turns off except for one dark red light shining down on the center of the stage. An eerie distorted choir is heard throughout the arena singing an unrecognizable hymn. A blanket of smoke carpets the stage as a shadowy figure rises up from below, standing tall and still. The lights snap back on in an explosion of pyro as Drowning Pool's "Sinner" begins blaring. Zero walks down the ramp with a cold stare directed at his opponent. He climbs into the ring and pulls off his Pantera t-shirt before leaning against the turnbuckle pads, still staring at the man across the ring.}
Honey Winters: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Crowley, Louisiana, weighing in at 244 pounds, Zero!!!
Thomas Simon: Zero is going to have a shot to prove that he belongs in the ranks of the champions as he takes on the MPW Television Champion in just a few minutes.
Richie Rhodes: Taufik is nothing but a fluke! Zero is the man of the hour and I know for a fact that he’s going to dominate and win this match!
{Awake and Alive by Skillet starts to play as Taufik hops his way towards the entrance ramp as he interacts with the fans by fisting their hands and even slapping their hands and when he slides to the ring, he throws his fist as the fans cheers him on as he awaits for his opponent.}
Honey Winters: And his opponent, from Singapore weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the MPW Television Champion, “The Franchise”, TAUFIK!
Thomas Simon: Taufik is coming off a successful title defence two weeks ago against Jason X, and he’s definitely keeping an eye on the competition that’s around him when you consider everything going on with Chrissy Starr, Christian Carter, Laila and Valentina Madison.
Richie Rhodes: He’s distracted by all of that, and that’s why Taufik, a jerk who should have never left poor Laila in the gutter the way he did, is going to pay for his sins when he LOSES to someone who bares the name of what he really is, a ZERO!
{Off the bat, Zero charges at Taufik, but Taufik drops him down to the mat with his patented dropkick, seeing it coming from a mile away! Zero gets back up to his feet, but Taufik has already taken the advantage, striking with right hands back to the ropes! He whips Zero across and on the return takes him up and over with a Monkey Toss, keeping a hold of the arm and locking it behind Zero’ back. Zero powers back up to his feet and strikes Taufik with elbows to the side of the head, Taufik relinquishing the hold. Zero turns and fires away with right hands of his own, pushing Taufik back into the ropes before whipping him across. He attempts a back body drop, but Taufik counters this with a Running DDT, planting Zero in the centre of the ring! Taufik stands to cheers from the crowd, bringing Zero back up to his feet and whipping him into the corner, firing away with right hands thereafter. He brings him out and sends him up and over with a Fisherman’s Suplex, keeping the leg hooked!}
{1…………..2………..Kickout}
{Taufik immediately gets back up, Zero back on a knee as he comes over. Taufik races him up and delivers a hard knife edge chop, drawing woos from the crowd, and another, Zero resting back against the ropes. Taufik whips him across and takes Zero down with a simple clothesline, using the ropes himself to drop a knee across Zero’ head! He hooks the leg again!}
{1……….2………Kickout}
Thomas Simon: The champion is looking very good thus far!
Richie Rhodes: I’d pay money to see Laila come out here and beat the shit out of this womanizer to the point where he bleeds!
Thomas Simon: Taufik is not a womanizer!
Richie Rhodes: Neither are you! Now shut up and call the match!
{Taufik gets Zero back up, but Zero rakes the eyes in desperation, drawing boos from the crowd. Taufik attempts a clothesline in retaliation, but Zero ducks under it, grabbing Taufik from behind and lifting him up and over with a Back Suplex, Taufik’s head bouncing off of the canvas as he lands. Zero stands to his feet whilst Taufik cradles his. He begins to attack Taufik whilst he’s down on the mat, kicking him across the body as the ref orders him back. He brings Taufik back up and nails him with a few right hands before kicking him in the gut. Tucking his head between his legs, Zero raises Taufik up and drives him back down to the canvas with a Pile Driver! Taufik rolls onto his back whilst Zero get back up to his feet, taunting the crowd who boo him loudly. He smirks as he brings Taufik back up, whipping him into the ropes and slamming him to the mat with a Power Slam! He hooks the leg!}
{1………..2………..Kickout!}
{Taufik is showing visible pain, and Zero has every intention of keeping up the pressure. He brings Taufik back to his feet and whips him into the corner, charging after him looking for a clothesline to his head, but Taufik gets a boot up and kicks him away! The crowd cheers as Taufik moves out of the corner and attacks Zero with more right hands, sending him in a daze before finishing off with a roundhouse kick that takes Zero down! Taufik is in a bit of a daze himself following the pile driver, but shakes off the cobwebs as he brings Zero back up to his feet, nailing a forearm smash that sends Zero back to the ropes. As Taufik goes for another offensive, Zero ducks and lifts Taufik up and over the top rope, but Taufik lands on the apron. Zero turns and attempts a clothesline, but Taufik ducks, grabbing Zero’ head and guillotining him on the top rope! With Zero down, Taufik grabs his foot and drags him to the outside, continuing the assault on the outside! Zero blocks the last right hand and drives his knee into Taufik’s gut, ramming his head into the side of the ring and stopping his comeback short. He brings him round to the announce table and rams his head into that as well before whipping him back into the ring. Zero rolls back inside, Taufik in a real staggered state now from the repeated attacks to his head. Zero brings him back up to a standing position and whips him into the ropes. On the return, he lifts Taufik up and into an Inverted Atomic Drop, Taufik in pain before being taken down with a stiff clothesline! Zero gets onto the mat and into a cover!}
{1…………..2…………….Kickout!}
Thomas Simon: It appears that the TV champion is in some trouble now!
Richie Rhodes: You bet he is! I bet you anything he’s praying to god that Chrissy and Laila lose that big tag match next week!
Thomas Simon: Taufik wouldn’t look past anybody and you know it!
Richie Rhodes: He looked past Laila when he dumped her!
Thomas Simon: Can you just leave it alone?
{Zero doesn’t waste time in getting Taufik back up onto his feet, whipping him into the corner and assaulting him with a series of rights and lefts before bringing him back out and sending him across the ring with a Belly To Belly Suplex! Zero stands back on his feet as the crowd boos him loudly, reacting with a smirk as he goes over to Taufik, who’s down on a knee. As he grabs him, Taufik returns with some right hands into his gut, forcing Zero back. Taufik stands back up to see Zero charging at him, but Taufik picks him up and looks to be going for a Pile Driver of his own, but Zero uses his strength to counter, pushing back onto his feet and lifting Taufik into the same position before driving him into a Shoulder breaker! Taufik lands on the mat in a great deal of pain as Zero retains his offense. He raises Taufik back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, sending him down again with a shoulder block! He goes for a cover!
{1…………2………..Kickout!}
{Zero was sure he had him that time and shows his frustration as he stands back up, bouncing off the ropes and landing a fist drop on Taufik as he stays on the mat! He brings him back up to his feet, Taufik once more attempting to get the offense back with right hands, whipping Zero across and attempting a clothesline, but Zero gets behind him and takes him down with a German Suplex! Taufik stays down on the mat as Zero gets up and heads over to the corner, beginning to scale up to the top rope and signalling for an axe handle! Taufik slowly gets back onto his feet, turning as Zero launches himself off the top rope, but he manages to land his second dropkick of the day right into Zero’s chest in mid air! The crowd cheers loudly as both men remain down on the mat. Taufik eventually manages to get back to his feet as a stunned Zero gets to a knee. He pushes himself back up and attempts a right hand, but Taufik blocks it, firing back with one of his own, and another, and another, sending Zero back into the ropes. He whips Zero across and on the return sends him up and over with an Overhead Belly To Belly Suplex! Taufik gets back onto his feet and pumps up the crowd as Zero picks himself up. Taufik kicks him in the gut and drops him with a Snap DDT! He goes for a cover!}
{1……….2……….Kickout!}
Thomas Simon: Taufik is back in control now after that mid-air dropkick!
Richie Rhodes: It was just one lucky break, watch. Zero’s going to be back in control before you know it.
{Taufik raises Zero back up onto his feet and goes to whip him into the corner but Zero counters it and sends him there instead! He drives a few right hands to weaken Taufik before bringing him out and whipping him into the opposite corner. But Taufik leaps to the top rope and launches himself off, taking down Zero again with a cross body! The crowd cheers again as Taufik goes for another cover!}
{1………….2…………..Kickout!}
{Taufik’s momentum change has the crowd hot as he brings Zero back up to his feet, whipping him across the ring to look for another big move. He attempts a clothesline, but Zero ducks underneath it, but isn’t able to counter the subsequent Spinebuster from Taufik! Taufik gets back up to his feet and signals for the end, waiting for Zero to get back up to his feet, goading him to do so. When Zero finally does, he waits for him to turn before going for the SURPRISE...but Zero ducks underneath! Taufik turns into a kick in the gut from Zero, his head being tucked into Matthew’s legs before being raised up and slammed back down with a Sitout Powerbomb! Zero keeps it held!}
{1…………2……….KICKOUT}
{Zero is starting to show a bit of wear and tear but is determined to keep it going. He brings Taufik back up onto his feet and whips him front first into the corner, the air being driven out of Taufik’s lungs. Taufik stumbles back out as Zero charges into the ropes, looking for a strong, hard clothesline to take Taufik down, but he ducks underneath it. Zero bounces back from the opposite side of the ring, right into the SURPRISE from Taufik!!! The crowd cheers loudly as Taufik goes for a cover on the mat!}
{1………….2…………….3}
Honey Winters: Here is your winner, the Franchise, TAUFIK!
Thomas Rhodes: What a great display of ring presence from Taufik, knowing exactly where he was! And with that, he picks up yet another exciting victory.
Richie Rhodes: I think I want to puke. Seriously? How in the world could Zero have not seen that coming? This is a travesty! Taufik is a pimp that doesn’t deserve to be champion
Thomas Rhodes: If you want to feel sorry for Laila over that old breakup, why don’t you just date her?
Richie Rhodes: I…uh….she scares me…
Thomas Simon: That’s what I figured….
{he's interrupted by the tron coming to life, cutting off Taufik's music. he turns, still holding his TV belt to see a full image of Laila on the screen}
Laila: Nice win there but don't get too excited. Your wins are going to start decreasing around here.
{Taufik is yelling up at the screen but the camera's don't pick up what he says}
Laila: You can covet that belt all you want but the enviable is going to happen. I'm going to take it from you and that will be the day my revenge comes full tilt. Do you know Taufik, what it feels like to have your innocent stripped away from you....and no I don't mean the kind of innocence that these morons in the crowd with their dirty minds are thinking, I'm talking about how I used to be. How I tried to explain to you over that stupid infernal social media site. You stole from me that love I had for this country. The love I had for myself...and most of all you killed the innocent love I had for you
{Taufik is shaking his head. he's talking to the ref about how she's a liar}
Laila: I AM NOT A LIAR!
{Taufik is startled into silence, the smile and chuckle gone from his face at her scream.}
Laila: You wanted proof, here's your proof.
{Suddenly pictures plaster all over the screen, each dated over a year ago. Pictures of Laila with bruises on her legs, what look like finger prints on her arms but are dark products of being grabbed too roughly. The last picture is of her face with a swelled up purple eye. Laila returns to the screen}
Laila: Tell me Taufik, why would I do that to myself? Why would I spend so much time fabricating that. Who are you? You don't have money... or fame. you have nothing I want to blackmail from you. And as for why I didn't go to the police, actually I did but they didn't do a damn thing! So that was when part of me decided to find a way to destroy you as bad as you destroyed me. that belt means so much to you so that means it suddenly means a lot more to me. Next week I will beat the brat and the boozer and then I'm going to make sure that Chrissy Starr can't get up this time. Then... I'm coming for you Taufik....and you said to me that you would defend yourself... well you won't have time to. You have no idea what I have in store for you...babe.
{She laughs sadistically before the tron fades out. Taufik looks almost shocked. His music cues up again and he makes he way from the ring up the ramp. he gets to the top, looks out puzzled and shakes it off, going backstage}
Richie Rhodes: Hell half no fury like a woman scored...
Thomas Simon: I think she is hell incarnate
Richie Rhodes: She may scare me but I'd still tap it
Thomas Simon *with an obvious groan*: We'll be right back folks
***
Blaze: this is starting to become a habit
{Bliss shrugs}
Bliss: Well when I was here Friday My intention was to celebrate your retainment, not nurse you back to health...again...
{Blaze puts a finger to her lips}
Blaze: I'm not worried and you know why
{she shakes her head}
Blaze: Because Goddess, we're going to take them back. Phoenix Rising can celebrate right now because as Laila has said, they are simply on loan. they will be coming back home soon enough. did you get your own stuff sorted out?
Bliss: yes. Everything is going perfectly.
{Blaze gives her a long deep kiss, he breaks away long enough to throw a towel over the camera, leaving only darkness as Blaze's words filter through}
Blaze: You know the way out right....
***
Commercial Break
***
Kurt Newman Vs. Jason X
Jason X has a strong smart in the match, getting preliminary strikes on Newman. Newman doesn't take it. the two exchange blows for several minutes, wearing each other down before Newman quickly gets an advantage over Jason and gets a pin using his finisher 'No pussy Blues'
14:01 - Winner via Pinfall Kurt Newman
***
{"Light Up The Sky" booms across the PA as the crowd give a mixed reaction as Chris Cable sporting jeans and a Chris Cable shirt comes to the stage, he looks around for second at the crowd before walking to the ring}
Thomas Simon: Well here's something interesting Richie, Chris Cable who we haven't seen since that Roll of the Dice match at High Stakes.
Richie Rhodes: You can see as well Cable has come to the ring and hasn't done that 360 elbow spin he always does when he comes to the ring! He must mean business tonight.
{Cable enters the ring and asks for a mic from the assistant as he waits for his music to stop. When it finally stops he holds the mic to his face where the crowd start to boo. Cable laughs for a second before beginning to talk}
Cable: Over the last couple of months there has been some tough times for Chris Cable. Ever since I was forced to give up that X-Core title nothing but lose after lose. Every single time I go into the ring...every single time!
[As Cable has raised his voice the crowd begin to jeer him]'
Cable: That's why I have had enough! For so long I have walked to the ring....since the start of this fucking company I have walked out here to do nothing but win and spit on every single person who stands in my way...but now I am nothing but a jobber for the rest of the peasants who rot the hallways of MPW. For to long I've spent wondering what's next? What will happen now for Chris Cable?
[The crowd continue to mock Cable as the tone of his voice gets angrier]
Cable: SHUT UP! All of you people just go through this entire place and all you do is watch as the people you thought were your hero being knocked to the ground and what do you do? You just go onto the next guy! You just wait for the next person for you people to bitch around. That's why I've had enough, I've had enough of you people, for over a year now doing nothing but make a mockery of professional wrestling!
Since I started to walk I was wrestling, I was practising, becoming what I always wanted to become, a wrestler! Then though I have to induct Drake Hunter to the MPW hall of fame, I sit by and watch Kuk and Rage get in there as well, and then I ask myself....hang on didn't I beat Rage? Didn't I beat Kuk Killswitch? So where the fuck is my hall of fame spot assholes!!! huh?
[Cable now leans against the ropes looking at the booing crowd]
Cable: You people make me sick! This company makes me sick! I have done nothing but been the guy who's stuck in this place and wrestle my ass off. Look at them all...Apostle, Drake, Kuk, Rage, Biguns, Andrews, Caine.....the list goes on, I've seen them all and I've stayed here. Stayed here and all I've gotten is a couple of boos from you people just because I see the truth behind wrestling, I see that all of your hero's are nothing but clowns! That's why I am going to do something that you people I'm sure will be missing. I am going to do something that is going to be the downfall of this god forsaken company! This place is nothing more than Johnny Clash's dick sucking corporation. Every time you people, everyone backstage....you all just set me up to lose! I should be holding that Roll of the Dice briefcase....I SHOULD BE HOLDING THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!
[The crowd are getting louder and louder as Cable looks at the crowd still with the angry expression across his face]
Cable: So I say to you MPW< everyone here now and everyone at home FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK YYYYYYOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU....So...
[As Cable continues to talk the mic is cut off, Cable looks around furiously as he throws the mic to the ground and goes over the assistant outside the ring. He looks at him with anger as he pushes him. Cable then makes his way to the announce table]
Thomas Simon: Well ladies and gentleman we have seen some weird things here in MPW, but what is in Chris Cable...
Richie Rhodes: I think he's had enough...
[Cable leans over the announce table and looks both Thomas and Richie in the eyes intently before screaming at the two]
Cable: Tell those cock goblins back there that they can suck my dick! I AM DONE!!
[Cable then follows by flipping the announce table cover onto the two announcers as he starts to storm out of the arena]
Thomas Simon: I have no idea what has gotten into Cable? He's gone mad!?!
[No music plays as Cable without any hesitation leaves the stage and to the backstage area]
Richie Rhodes: Has Chris Cable just quit the company?
Thomas Simon: Somehow I don't think that IA is all that sore about the loss since they are in charge this evening.
***
[The scene fades in backstage to outside of the Iconic Aggression locker room where we see Jay Wyatt standing with a camera crew hoping to get a word from one of the members of Iconic Aggression. All of a sudden the door swings open and out comes Trey Baxter who for the first time in a long time has no title belts on him. Trey see's Jay standing outside the locker room and is about to turn around and head back into the locker room when Jay says something.]
Jay Wyatt: Hey Trey...you think I can get a word?
[Trey shakes his head as he walks out of the locker room.]
Trey Baxter: What the fuck do you want Jim?
Jay Wyatt: It's Jay...
Trey Baxter: Look...John...are you going to ask any questions or are you just trying to piss me off?
Jay Wyatt: But it's...
[Trey acts like he's about to head back into the locker room.]
Jay Wyatt: OK fine...you can call me whatever you want.
Trey Baxter: You're really starting to piss me off Jack. You do know I can fire you right?
Jay Wyatt: You can't fire me...can you?
Trey Baxter: Damn right I can! So you better think twice before asking me any stupid questions.
Jay Wyatt: OK, how does it feel to not be an MPW Champion for the first time in a long time?
[You can tell that question instantly angers Trey.]
Trey Baxter: What did you just ask me?
Jay Wyatt: Ummm...how does it feel to not be an MPW Champ...
[Trey immediately grabs the microphone out of Jay's hand and throws it to the ground breaking it into pieces.]
Jay Wyatt: What was that for?
Trey Baxter: You're not going to need that anymore! You're fired! Get the fuck out of here!
Jay Wyatt: Are you serious? You can't be serious...
Trey Baxter: Do I look like I'm fucking kidding?
[He looks Trey in the face who obviously isn't kidding.]
Trey Baxter: Now get out of here before I THROW you out of here!
[Trey gets in his face before a very upset Jay Wyatt walks off with his head down when all of a sudden El Cunado walks up.]
El Cunado: Haha did that guy just get fired?
Trey Baxter: Damn right he did!
El Cunado: Hahahaha! What a loser! You got fired!
[El Cunado pulls a condom out of his pocket and throws it at Jay who had turned to see what El Cunado was saying and the condom hits Jay straight in the face. As El Cunado is laughing Trey grabs him by the shirt.]
Trey Baxter: Shut the fuck up! You're fired too! Get out of here!
[Trey pushes him off him and walks off as a dejected El Cunado starts walking away.]
El Cunado: Awww man...I don't even think I ever got hired...
***
Commercial Break
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Three Way No DQ for #1 Contender to Sin City Belt: Matt Stone Vs. Grover Banks Vs. Mackey Boyd
"Cocky" By Kid Rock filters through the arena as Jackson Blaze appears at the top of the ramp. He walks down quickly and taking a seat at ringside with the announcers, putting on a headset
Thomas Simon: We're joined here by temporary general manager, Jackson Blaze.
Richie Rhodes: Hey just so you know Blaze, I was pulling for you at undisputed. Was rigged.
Blaze: Oh shut the fuck up, I stop grovelling. I'm just here to watch the match and see which one of those guys has the balls to go up against me for this title
As Mackey Boyd steps out onto the stage the opening riffs of “Drag the Waters” By Pantera begins to play. He pauses for effect as the pyro explodes up and down the ramp. He tilts his head to the side as the fans begin to boo him and walks slowly down the ramp with a sick smile on his face. He stops at the ring apron and turns around facing the crowd as they continue to boo him and the sick smile transforms into something ugly…a feral grin. He quickly turns and slides into the ring on his belly until he reaches the center of the ring where he stops and positions himself on his knees. He sticks his arms out in a crucifix type position and begins laughing and then stops abruptly. He looks back up the ramp and waits his opponent.
Richie Rhodes: So tell us Champ, which one of these three do you have your money on tonight?
Blaze: I'm not placing any bets. I have a reason for my picks and I'm going to see just how well they do against each other since they seem to be getting cozy backstage.
Thomas Simon: It's a good strategy since they are all up and coming stars here in MPW
Blaze: Of course it's a fucking good strategy
"Whoa is Me" by Down With Webster hits the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing.
Say whoa {whoa}
The more I feel it {whoa}
The more I need it {whoa}
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Matt $tone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a Canada sucks sign and just walks on.
The more I feel it {whoa}
The more I need it {whoa}
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa
Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. You don't deserve to see me! He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get's ready for the match, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away
Richie Rhodes: Well out of the three men facing off here, I think that Stone is the real bread winner.
Thomas Simon: I'd be surprised to see if Grover Banks actually shows up for this match. He recently touted about how pissed off he was about this match to begin with, even threatened to quit because of it
Blaze: If he doesn't show then it just proves his true colors. I have no time for fools here Thomas, only winners
There's about two seconds of silence and the men in the ring as well as the announcer seem doubtful that Banks will show until suddenly m80 “Outro” blasts and Banks slowly walks from backstage, stops pours a bottle of water of his head. He shakes his head wildly spraying the water around him. He scans the crowd as they boo him. He drops the water bottle and wipes his face with both of his hands and runs his hands back over his head and slowly walks to the ring. He acknowledges the overly ruthless fans and an eyebrow raise or partial smile. He sits on the apron pulls himself up by holding the top rope, he leans over and steps into the ring and steps to the second turnbuckle. He does nothing but stare at the audience, further inciting them. He hops down and stretches out his arms and is ready to fight.
As the opening bell sounds, Grover Banks and Mackey Boyd are quick to pull out of their corners, circling briefly before locking up in a collar-elbow tie up. At the same time, Matt $tone is content to slip out of the ring and watch the action from the outside.
Thomas Simon: Looks like Matt Stone is getting away from the scrimmage and letting Banks and Boyd tired themselves out
Blaze: Using a play from my book
It is fairly quickly that Boyd, using his physique to his advantage, gets the edge up on Banks, pressing him backward into the ropes and bending him uncomfortably over the latex-coated steel cables. The official begins his count, reaching four before Boyd whips Banks hard off the ropes sending him to the adjacent side of the ring, punishing him with a brutal flying lariat on Banks’s return, sending the smaller athlete into a shooting-star motion before colliding face-first with the canvas. Mackey Boyd’s fans let off a small pop as Boyd lifts Banks by the back of the neck and under an arm. Boyd shoots his hip into the midsection of Banks, doubling his opponent over, then tucks his opposition’s head between his knees, lifting him around the stomach for a power bomb, but no! Banks’s legs scissor around the head of Boyd and use the own big man’s momentum to swing his body out and away, taking Boyd to the mat with a head-scissor takeover! Even as Banks reaches his feet, he’s selling his midsection. Still, with an arm holding his ribs, he sends a sharp heel down into the crux of the rising Boyd’s shoulder. Boyd shrinks back from the strike, but it delays his vertical base only slightly. With both men on their feet once more, Boyd looks to catch Banks off guard with a heavy right, but no such luck. Banks ducks the blow, hooking the leg of Boyd behind the knee with the roll-through and covers him in a school boy for only a one count. Boyd pumps his legs forward, sending Banks rolling away and finds his feet again with the aid of the ropes near his side. When he reaches his feet, however, Banks is standing again as well, and already has a running start. Banks sends a dropkick to the left knee of Boyd, but the big man stays up with the aid of the top rope. With his free hand, he swings for a back fist at Banks, but the smaller athlete is still too quick for him so early in the match up. Banks easily dodges what would have been a wincing blow, and throws another kick to the back of the same knee. Banks, in an impressive show of speed, is already vacant from the spot when Boyd throws a back elbow that could have split his skull, and charges at Boyd from the opposing ropes, arm extended for a clothesline to send Boyd over the top rope. Don’t count the big man out so early, though. With a great answer, Boyd hooks his arm under the extended arm of Banks, sending the quick athlete over the top rope and crashing into the outside barricade with a clever hip toss, and not too soon!
Thomas Simon: I think that might be a game changer for Banks, that looked like a pretty hard hit
Richie Rhodes: All for the best that he's out now
There is no rest to be had for Boyd, however. Matt $tone - having been watching from the outside -takes this opportunity to slip into the ring and drops a few hard boots into the softened knee of Boyd. Quickly, as Boyd is still busy selling the knee, $tone tangles it up in the middle rope, torturing the joint. The ref begins his count against $tone to back off the ropes, but the fans still boo, feeling the count was rather slow not only to occur, but to progress. Just before five, $tone drops another sharp heel into the tied up knee of Boyd, queuing the larger man to bump to the canvas and roll out of the ring to nurse his wounds. $tone takes this opportunity to turn his back to his opponents and taunt to the hard camera, receiving numerous boos for doing so with the occasional wildly enthusiastic cheer sprinkled in from the blindly loyal Canadians.
Thomas Simon: Seems that the Canadian fans cheer for their own no matter how much of a bad guy they are
Richie Rhodes: Bad guy? Matt Stone is an awesome guy. I met him backstage this week.
*Blaze is heard giving a condescending chuckle over the head set*
Thomas Simon: Really?
Richie Rhodes: That's right. He's easily a shoe in for Sin City contendership. He's got charisma and flare
$tone had taken a bit too long flaunting his in-ring prowess to the jeering fans, and they now popped as he turned straight into a springboard hurricanrana from Mackey Boyd, who immediately followed through with several sharp right fists to the Canadian’s face. The crowd turns sour again quickly, however, as the ref pulls Boyd off of $tone and pushes him into a corner, scolding him over the closed fist. The arena is a reign of boos as the victim of the assault, $tone, is allowed to regain his composure, much to the dismay of the fans, and Mackey. Boyd rolls his eyes at the official, but then quickly pushes him sideways. He is unable to move himself in time, though, and takes a loaded knee to the jaw from the charging Canuck, $tone. The blow is enough to send Boyd’s head reeling backward, then again and again as $tone delivers fierce closed hand punches to the side of Boyd’s skull from a mounted position on the second turnbuckle. This time the ref doesn’t seem to notice the closed fists. $tone dismounts the turnbuckle and bounds off the ropes as Mackey stumbles out of the corner, delivering a running neck breaker with hellish impact upon his return. He immediately hooks the leg of Boyd and the official begins a count with alacrity.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
Boyd manages to squeeze a shoulder blade loose, ending the count. $tone turns to face the official, slapping his palm with the back of his hand three times in quick succession, but is met with two fingers held in his face as a response. Shaking his head with an aggravated exhale, $tone, from a side mount, applies a forearm cross face under the nose of the supine Boyd, causing his opponent to grab hurriedly for his arm, kicking his feet against the mat with an obviously uncomfortable groan escaping his throat. This was the opening $tone was looking for, however, and he quickly capitalizes, manipulating Boyd’s left arm into an arm wrench and raising the elbow of his opposition to apply increasingly painful stress to the rotator cuff.
Richie Rhodes: Stone is dominating out there tonight.
The referee inquires whether Boyd would like to submit upon $tone’s request, but the only response he received was an undecipherable bellow and no definitive answer. $tone raises the elbow higher still, threatening to break Mackey’s arm if he didn’t receive the answer he wanted to hear, and the way Boyd’s free hand hovers over the mat has us all convinced he is strongly considering the possibility. The audience picks up on the queue and soon most of the arena is clapping in unison, cheering Mackey on. Boyd’s hand, wavering above the mat turns to a closed fist and begins pumping to the beat of the applause. $tone attempts to apply further pressure, but before he is able to, Boyd bridges up onto his head, then rolls over $tone, freeing his arm, and slams several hard right elbows into the brow of $tone before rolling off and away and crouching against the ropes, massaging the injured shoulder. The arena is explosive with mostly cheers - some boos, and the look on Mackey’s face tells us all he’s wondering if he made the best decision for himself by continuing the match. As he rises, $tone checks his brow for blood, but finds none. With a set jaw and eyes ablaze he charges for Boyd in the corner once more. Boyd has ample time to respond on this go around, however, and strafes out from the corner, entwining his legs between the running $tone’s and drives $tone face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Quickly, while $tone sells the error, Banks applies a standing leg lock, met by the referee’s count to get out of the ropes.
Richie Rhodes: We might just have our winner right here
ONE!
Thomas Simon: $tone is holding tightly onto the ropes, attempting to kick Boyd off to no avail.
TWO!
$tone screams at the official to speed his count and DQ Boyd, but the count’s speed fails to alter.
THREE!
FOUR!
Thomas Simon: The official is giving Boyd a final warning, but Mackey doesn’t seem to be paying him any mind!
FIVE!
A fraction before the count of five was announced, Mackey pulls $tone hard off the ropes in the corner by his feet and drops immediately into a sit out powerbomb followed by an inside leg grapevine, ordering the official to ‘ask him!’ The official does just that, but gets no response save a guttural howl as $tone pries at Boyd’s locked hands around his throat, then claws at the mat, yearning to reach the ropes once more! Boyd arches his back further, applying greater pressure to the calf and shin of $tone, and pulls more tightly against his opponent’s throat, further cutting off $tone’s air supply. Forty seconds pass, and it feels like an eternity with $tone’s hand hovering just inches above the mat, ready now to give in. $tone’s hand hit’s the mat, but the official fails to call for the bell!
Thomas Simon: Come on ref, do your job out there
Richie Rhodes: It wasn't seen so it doesn't count, right Blaze?
*Blaze mumbles in the affirmative*
Grover Banks, fresh now from his time on the outside of the ring delivered a crushing boot to the face of Boyd, saving the match for Matt $tone, and more importantly - himself! Boyd’s head rocked back, torquing his neck, and he crumpled next to $tone near the ropes. $tone, wincing, rolls out of the ring due to veteran ring awareness and lays dormant on the apron just on the outside of the ropes. Banks goes for another hard kick, but Mackey counters, a quick block with his forearm and a sweep of the legs later, and it’s Banks on the ground with Boyd getting back to his feet. Boyd walking more steadily now, but not as quickly as the beginning of the match, drops another rough boot into Banks, this time to his ribs. Banks rolls away from his attacker, favouring his stinging ribs, but Boyd is stalking his prey like the pride leader would an invading lion. Boyd catches up to the rolling Banks easily, and begins lifting him, throwing in a forearm shot here and there while doing so, and drags him to the center of the ring. Once he has Banks on his feet in the middle of the canvas, a hard, definitive hand encompasses Banks’s throat and Mackey Boyd lifts Banks into the air for a mighty choke slam, but no! Banks delivers a desperate kick to the left knee of Boyd, and lands safely on his feet. He backpedals into the ropes behind him, and comes running back with a head full of steam, absolutely pancaking the smaller man with a shoulder tackle -- No! Boyd is just one step ahead as he ducks under, hooks a leg, and drives Banks spine first into the mat, all of his own weight crushing the larger man in the process. The ref is there for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
No, Grover Banks threw a hard right fist straight into the air, giving himself enough momentum to pop his right shoulder blade off the mat, if only momentarily. Boyd immediately goes for a second pin and again, the referee begins his count.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--
Thomas Simon: Banks kicks out again, this time more quickly, but perhaps he shouldn’t have.
Without wasting any time to argue the count, Boyd rolls Banks over and applies an intense Fujiwara armbar. To the left arm of his opponent. Banks screams, his hand immediately moving to tap, but instead he uses it to post up and roll in toward Boyd, hooking one of his arms with his injured left and the other with his left leg, propping Boyd into the air with a crucifix pin! The ref begins his count.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--
Thomas Simon: This is getting brutal out there
Richie Rhodes: All three of those men want gold, they can deny it all they want but it's so clear, right Blaze?
*Blaze fails to make any comment*
Boyd rolls backward through the hold, standing and falling back with enough speed to prevent Banks from releasing his grip before all two hundred seventy-five pounds of Mackey Boyd come crashing down against his ribs in a nasty Samoan drop! Again with the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--
Banks, raising his feet into the air, then slamming them downward somehow gathers enough momentum under himself to pop a shoulder off the mat! The fans in the arena are going crazy over the show they’re witnessing between these three stars! Boyd, more annoyed with his opponent’s refusal to quit than angry, lifts Banks from the mat by the back of his neck and under his injured arm, then lifts him behind his own shoulders in crucifix position. He takes a few steps forward for a running crucifix bomb, but Banks slips out from behind him, and manages to lift him into a two handed chokeslam position, looking to drop him straight down with a powerful slam, however Boyd wraps his legs around Banks’ waist to flip him over with an inverted piledriver, but Grover uses his strength and just drops on his knees, driving Mackey’s neck and back into the mat! Again the fans pop for the great counters, reversals, and the limit’s the three men have seemed to push past all night
Banks begins crawling… AWAY from Mackey Boyd!
Richie Rhodes: What is Banks doing... go and get him... such a coward
In the corner of the screen we see $tone. He’s on his stomach, his arms cradling his mid section. Banks reaches the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and begins to slowly pull himself up. Boyd is in the center of the ring, prone, not moving. $tone rolls under the bottom rope and stands up, holding a pair of Brass Knuckles! $tone takes the opportunity to rush at the preoccupied Banks from behind, swinging wildly!
Richie Rhodes: That's how to win a match!
Thomas Simon: This is what I hate about No DQ!|
Hearing the jeers of the crowd, without even second guessing it, Grover rolls to the side and the Falcon Pawnch collides with the ref’s skull! He falls to the mat in a heap, and Banks lifts $tone onto his shoulders in fireman’s position. He screams in pain as he uses his trunk to twist the weight of $tone around to deliver an Ugly Powerbomb! But NO! $tone, slips out, connecting with double knees to the face as he bumps backward! C-c-c-c-combo Breaker!!! With Mackey Boyd still unresponsive in the center of the ring, Banks is laying just a few feet away, his forehead bleeding from the knees re-opening his wound from the previous week. $tone falls over Banks’s chest and slides the knuckles out of the ring, despite having never used them except on the ref. $tone waits for the count for a solid twenty seconds before crawling over to the official and slapping him across the face a few times in succession. He is slow to stir, but he does after a few more seconds and crawls slowly - as quick as he can muster - to Banks and begins his count as $tone lays an arm over his chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...
Mackey Boyd had lunged forward, pushing $tone away from his other opponent to save the match for himself. He now struggled to find his feet, $tone doing the same. The two reached their vertical bases at the same time and $tone stumbled forward, catching Boyd with a sharp right cross across the jaw. The fans responded to the blow screaming in jeers. Mackey Boyd stumbled backward, but came back with a right straight of his own, the fans cheering in chorus. Matt $tone connects again.
Fans: BOO!
Boyd.
Fans: YEAH!
$tone.
Fans: BOO!
Boyd.
Fans: YEAH!
$tone.
Fans: BOO!
Boyd.
Fans: YEAH!
Boyd.
Fans: YEAH!!
Boyd.
Fans: YEAH!!!
Mackey Boyd follows through with a toe kick to $tone’s gut, doubling the smaller athlete over. Wrapping an arm around $tone’s head, Boyd pulls him down, spiking him with an even flow DDT! Matt hits the deck hard to the joy of the crowd, sensing Mackey’s comeback. Boyd is back to his feet, still a little dizzy as he lifts Matt up to his feet...
Richie Rhodes: Boyd seems to be the one getting progress in this match
Thomas Simon: Wait... no what's Jackson Blaze doing
Jackson Blaze ahs left his seat, dropping the sin city title to the chair and sliding into the ring, kicking out the legs of Mackey Boyd. he drops Matt to the mat. Blaze isn't' done. he grabs Boyd and...
Richie Rhodes: Baztardizer!!!
Jackson picks up Stone's arm and starts to drag his unconscious body toward Boyd. The ref starts to count when Banks gives himself one last push to stand in the ring, kicking Stone's arm off the still lifeless form of Boyd. He starts to drop down to do the pin himself when he sees Blaze staring at him. Banks starts yelling at him to get out of the ring and Jackson stays stoic. From the crowd, a smaller figure in a dark hoodie slides over the barrier during the yelling and slides into the ring. They have something long and metal in they're hands. They start to get a good grip on it.
Thomas Simon: Oh MY GOD! is that a tire iron?
Blaze gives Banks a cocky smile and then points behind him. Banks turns just as the hooded person whacks his knee cap with the iron, sending him down in agonizing pain to the mat
Thomas Simon: I think they might have just broken Grover Banks' knee cap with that!
Blaze points to the still knocked out form of the two other men and instructs them to pull Stone over Boyd. The person bends down and does so, the ref reluctantly gets down and makes a fast count.
Honey Winters: AND your Winner and new #1 Contender for the Sin City Championship.... Matt Stone!
Thomas Simon: it looks like Blaze wasn't going to let anybody but Stone win this match. he had his contingency in that hooded figure.
Blaze raises the figures hand and the hood falls revealing long dark hair.
Richie Rhodes: It's Laila! Should have known it was her all along.
Stone's music blares as Laila drops the tire iron and her and Blaze slide out of the ring. Blaze grabs his title, giving both commentators a cocky smile and leaving with Laila.
***
{We fade in on Brian Steel the quality of the video obviously done from a webcam on his laptop as he scowls into the camera, it appears Brian has hi-jacked the MPW Signal.}
Brian: Good evening MPW, I’m Brian Steel. Now I will spare the personal exchange, so let’s start things off with a few things, I am not a quiet man, I am no shrieking violet. So to answer everyone’s questions three months ago I was released by the LPW, however the leadership there that shit-canned me won’t be so lucky. Now why, why did they get rid of me, huh? Because I was too edgy, to over the top, to me it was a knee jerk reaction to segment that made air for their company and Dominic Marsone {their owner} didn’t like it so much when he saw it… A WEEK LATER! Seriously, a week, so the segment makes air and this guy has a complete conniption, sends his gopher, Samuel Nickerson a man whom I respect, the person who actually allowed the segment to air to talk to me about my actions. Well what happened was his ball-less-ness in the given circumstances pissed me off, hey I was trying to help a starving artist who they wouldn’t even so much as throw scraps to but oh, no, god forbid I help them retain their talent. So they drop the ball and I attempt to pick it up and they chastise me for it and I went off. Why, because of all the times they choose to do this, I am morning the loss of a loved one. So if they see this and they ask which they will that night I referred to my now EX-boss as a “Raging Viagra Induced Prick” for the simple fact that he didn’t like the fact I took a page out of the book of one of his “favourites”. Not only that but this said company is a recycling bin where everything wound up so bogged down in its own slack jawed bureaucracy and red tape. The totalitarian leadership with so very few the actual talent can trust that it is beyond anything, as a for instance, the company itself goes through a name change and you’re supposed to forget the past and the story that was once written is left behind. That’s why they cast out a man like my mentor Impaler with roots so deep in the previous company name that to forget THAT past would be to act as if he never existed.
{Brian takes a long hard slug off the beer in front of him setting it down when he finishes as the signal fades in and out.}
Brian: But they want to say that what I did violated their rules when, Dominic found it okay to have people use a word that I will not say or spell I will just say that you will never catch me saying it, on their programming and not just once for shock value. No, over and over again. Look, I will tell you this much in most of the World’s lexicon that word is up there with racial epithets and slurs. It is perhaps to most of the world the most derogatory way to refer to a woman and here these people are throwing it out their like it’s nothing. I attempted to stand up for my beliefs but when I did and I took it up with the man in charge I was told it was “okay” and that I {in so many words} should mind my own business. I attempted to be a force for good to aide where possible to help those in need.
{Brian bows his head in a sombre state and as he raises it we see tears welling up in his eyes.}
Brian: Hell the night after “The Incident” I went above and beyond, I swallowed MY PRIDE, I apologized to everyone involved, I ate a huge slice of humble fucking pie and what did it get me, what good did it do. I was thanked for my honesty….THANKED FOR MY HONESTY! Then I was tossed out on my ass. What good is that, what’s the point? Who does that, how has the morality to judge me in the face of my own selflessness. I kowtowed to them and they kicked me in the face…this was the lowest point in my adult life. I have been pushed down, spit on, and driven mad by people who just wouldn’t cut me some slack but the audacity to think that any man could think that he could fairly and rightfully judge me after I tried to help him, apologized to him, threw myself on his mercy…oh but it’s okay, I got the old don’t call us, we’ll call you shtick. They shut the door and thought they left the illusion of a window…bullshit what they left was a man, cold, broken and down on his luck and soon the couple of people I thought I could trust the most turned their backs on me.
{Brian quickly wipes his eyes and looks dead into the camera.}
Brian: To you Dominic, this is for you this is for the crap you gave me, the fact that you caused people I called my friends to turn their backs on me.
{Brian raises his right hand the back of it to the camera clinched in a fist and he extends his middle finger.}
Brian: I have done what you probably never thought possible, a new home with a “Welcome Mat” instead of a “Do Not Disturb Sign”. You may have broken me but my true friends some that you have abandoned as well and others who have remained by my side in spite of you rebuilt me, they helped me move on and I will not allow you bastards to continue to cloud my judgment. And after a bit of “Remodelling”, MPW Will be the home I have always wanted for. Now why am I out here bearing my soul to MPW public…all in good time….all in good time.
{With that Brian reaches over and shuts the lid to his laptop and the scene cuts back to the ring.}
***
{Reloaded cuts backstage where MPW interviewer Tasha Jordan is with a very determined Valentina Madison.}
Tasha Jordan: I’m here with Valentina Madison. Valentina, you have your work cut out for you in tonight’s main event when you take on Laila of the Iconic Aggression. But lately, we’ve learned that you have had some very choice feelings for Christian Carter after the events of the last Reloaded. So, can you explain those feelings?
Valentina Madison: Precisely. Before Christian Carter made a mockery out of me by relapsing before our match, proving that he didn’t take me seriously, I felt very sorry for him. I wished him well. I was looking forward to facing him. But after what he did, I had to wake up and realize that having compassion for people that do not deserve it will only get you taken advantage of and Christian Carter deserves none of my compassion. Now? I see him for what he really is, a sorry excuse of a human being who drinks his demons away because he allows himself to succumb to them. I have to team with him next week, but if he insults me like that again next week, he’s going to have a brutal mauling at my hands because I will not allow myself to suffer because of him anymore!
Tasha Jordan: Wow, you really have lost any compassion for him.
Valentina Madison: No doubt! Christian, you better get your act together for next week, otherwise, you’re going to wish that you weren’t in the building!
Tasha Jordan: As far as your match with Laila is concerned, are you worried about the Iconic Aggression showing up and trying to cost you a win? They’re in charge tonight and nobody can really do anything about it.
Valentina Madison: They’re all psychological, they’re all talent, but that’s it! People like them have always made my blood boil and they’re no different. This score is between Laila and I and I refuse to be weight that Iconic Aggression will throw around. Tonight, I WILL make a difference and tonight, the Hunt for Success continues at the expense of those obnoxious, putrid, arrogant, ignoramuses that have more testosterone than intelligence!
Tasha Jordan: No fear at all from the Wondrous Wildcat, back to you guys at ringside.
***
Roxi Johnson Vs. Impaler
{The house lights in the arena dim, Black Hole Sun by Sound Garden begins to play, a red hue envelopes the entrance area as Impaler marches out and surveys the audience through the dim lighting, he takes out his mask of war on the ramp and toys with it a bit before continuing to the ring his gaze locked on his mask as he stalks to the ring. As he reaches the ring he stops and toys with the mask again before tossing it into the center of the ring. Instead of his normal Modus Operandi of pulling himself up on the apron and over the top rope, he rolls into the ring pulling himself ending up on his knees arms outstretched in a symbol of a crucifix looking up to the heavens with his mask at his knees.}
Honey Winters: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Black Mist, Maine, weighing in at 285 pounds, Impaler!
Thomas Simon: It’s Impaler’s turn to try and get a big win over the MPW World Champion. The Damned is really trying their hardest to make their presence felt.
Richie Rhodes: And Crow did just that two weeks ago. And Impaler did too! Remember, the man won his last match….BLIND!!!!!!
Thomas Simon: I’ll give Impaler that, but Roxi Johnson will be his toughest opponent yet!
Richie Rhodes: Did Roxi beat Crow? Didn’t think so!
["Help Is On The Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience. ]
Honey Winters: His opponent, from Tampa, Florida, she is the MPW World Heavyweight Champion, ROXI JOHNSON!
Thomas Simon: Roxi has a tough task ahead of her, and on top of that, you don’t know what kind of tricks the Iconic Aggression are going to pull!
Richie Rhodes: Yeah, and Crow beat her two weeks ago.
Thomas Simon: Yet, you conveniently forget that it was by disqualification after Iconic Aggression decided to stick their noses into that match.
Richie Rhodes: When are you going to learn that Iconic Aggression rules the world? They can do whatever they want! All hail the great Trey Baxter!
{The two square up as the bell rings, and rotate around the ring feeling each other out. Suddenly, Roxi charges at Impaler. He braces, but gets nothing as she stops. She's pointing at him and laughing, as the crowd is as well. Frustrated, Impaler rushes at Roxi who trips him and takes his back. She paint brushes his head with her palm, and takes shots at his face before she's told to get up by the referee. Reluctantly she gets up. Impaler is up to his feet, looking fairly enraged at the happenings. The two lock up, and Impaler gets Roxi in a head lock. Grabbing his wrist, Roxi is able to twist out of Impaler's hold and get him in a key lock. Hopping around, Impaler tries to get out of the hold but he can't before Roxi sweeps his legs out and puts him on his back. She crosses into an armbar, as the referee gets down and asks Impaler if he wants to quit. Without much effort, Impaler is able to get to the ropes and forces a hold break. Roxi holds on until a four count, when she lets it go. The fans are cheering, pleasantly surprised at how well Roxi is holding up in the early going. Impaler kicks the ropes, in an obvious sign of anger that Roxi is getting in his head. Roxi smiles and giggles at the praise, but it's short lived as she ducks a vicious clothesline. She bounces off the ropes herself and lands a thunderous running bulldog on Impaler. She goes into a cover}
{1………….2……….Kickout}
Thomas Simon: Looks as if the champion has gotten into Impaler’s head, as ironic as that may seem.
Richie Rhodes: That’s because Impaler still has some venom in his eyes from two weeks ago! He’s still blind.
Thomas Simon: I think you’re the blind one Richie.
Richie Rhodes: HAIL TREY BAXTER!
{Impaler easily powers out of the pin. Roxi is forced off of Impaler, as she climbs the top rope and takes aim at Impaler. He gets to his feet and turns around, and stares right at Roxi drilling him in the chest with a missile dropkick. Impaler falls backwards and against the ropes, and Roxi wastes no time hitting a standing dropkick that sends Impaler over the ropes and onto the floor with a splat. The crowd is charged now, loudly cheering for Roxi and supporting her. She goads them on, enjoying the adoration while Impaler is on the floor shaking off the hits taken. Seizing the moment, Roxi exits the ring and stands on the ropes with her back to Impaler. She leaps up, and jumps off the ropes into a springboard moonsault. She flies at Impaler, who somehow steps out of the way and Roxi lands hard on the floor on her stomach. She reaches for her stomach and grips it in pain. Before she can get up, Impaler sprints and delivers a kick right to her solar plexus that flips her over. Roxi continues to writhe in pain as her abdomen is in a lot of pain. Impaler grabs her, and slides her into the ring almost effortlessly like she was a doll. Smiling a bit maniacally now, he steps back through the ropes. He nails a swift boot to her torso as she lays on the ground, and continues to get kicks in as Roxi rolls to the ropes. She clutches the bottom of the rope which draws the referee over. He shoos Impaler off from her, giving her time to rest. She rolls back to the apron, trying to regain her breath. Impaler takes advantage of the opening by bouncing off the ropes and punishing Roxi with a spear. She's launched off the apron, and hits back first against the retaining barrier in front of the fans. They gasp in shock as she hits hard, and falls forward in obvious amounts of agony.}
Thomas Simon: Oh my god! Roxi hit the barrier hard!
Richie Rhodes: I think it’s only a matter of time before Impaler gets this win!
{Roxi is on the outside floor, struggling to regain her senses after the sneak attack. Impaler doesn't let up, sliding outside and bringing her up to her feet. He then grabs her arm and slings her into the ring steps which she hits and flips forward with a loud bang coming from metal on knees. She's in a heap now, as Impaler walks the outside to the crowds jeers hunting down his foe. Roxi is retreating as best she can, but it's not enough as he grabs her by the hair and sends her back into the ring at the referee's encouragement. He re-enters the ring, and once again grabs Roxi by the hair to put her on her feet. She then goes for the ride on a pump handle sit-out power bomb that puts her flat on her back in the ring. Impaler smiles and goes for a pin hooking Roxi's leg}
{1…………2………….}
{Only a two count as Roxi gets her shoulder up right after the two. Impaler is frustrated as the crowd cheers Roxi's tenacity. Impaler gets up and waits for Roxi to get back up to her feet. She does, albeit slowly as she's feeling the effects of his punishment. Without hesitation, Impaler grabs her head and drops backwards landing a sick DDT that makes the crowd groan. Roxi's head bounces off the mat, and Impaler looks very pleased with himself. Not settling, he drags her over in front of the turnbuckle and leaves her. He climbs up to the turnbuckle, and turns around. He dives off, and hits a splash compressing Roxi's chest and driving the air out of it. He hooks her leg again.}
{1………….2……………..}
{SHE GETS HER LEG ON THE ROPES! At the last minute Roxi lifts her free leg onto the bottom rope and the referee catches it.}
Thomas Simon: Oh man! I thought Impaler had it there, but the champion had enough tenacity left to break the pin.
Richie Rhodes: Impaler needs to blind her with kryptonite HAHA! That should do the job!
{ Impaler can't believe she did it, and argues with the official but it's obvious to all that her foot was there. Impaler slaps it off the ropes, and is seething that he couldn't put her away. He picks her up off the canvas, and lifts her up into the air. He walks into the middle of the ring, and brings her down with a chokeslam as the canvas shakes with the impact. The fans cringe and look away, as Impaler once again hooks her leg and covers her}
{1……………2………..}
{SHE GETS THE SHOULDER UP! Roxi's shoulder bolts up at the last second, to the shock of Impaler and the explosive cheers of the fans. The crowd is going crazy, as Impaler's face looks like sheer disbelief. He's showing three to the referee, but the ref says it was only two. Impaler slaps the mat in frustration, and stands up kicking the ropes and screaming. Enraged, he jerks Roxi up from her flaccid position and gets her ready for another chokeslam. He tries to lift her, but he can't get her in the air. He tries again, but still he can't do it. He swings his arm around and clubs her in the back, loosening her up. He gets her up in the air, but she drops behind him. Grabbing him around the waist, Roxi shoves Impaler into the ropes and FALLS BACKWARDS INTO A ROLL UP}
{1……………..2…………….Kickout!}
Thomas Simon: What a quick change of momentum there! Roxi got the roll up, but Impaler was able to get out of that!
Richie Rhodes: That was her last stand, she’s got nothing left!!
{Roxi goes to the top rope and waits for Impaler to stand up to a vertical base. Once she does, she goes for a moonsault, but she gets caught by Impaler. Impaler is about to go for a power slam, but Roxi at the last second is able to trap him in a head scissors and bring him down to the mat! Roxi has taken some shots, so it takes her a while to get back to her feet. Impaler is able to stand quickly, just before Roxi does. Impaler goes for the World’s End, but Roxi ducks underneath it at the last second. Impaler turns around and Roxi connects with a roundhouse kick to the gut. Roxi brings Impaler down with a swinging neckbreaker, then runs to the ropes, bounces off of them and hits the Reality Bites! Roxi with the cover!}
{1…………..2……………Kickout!}
{Roxi goes to the top rope. She goes for the Superhero Press, but Impaler catches her at the last second. Impaler stands up and takes her back down with a power slam. Impaler measures Roxi as she gets to a vertical base again. Impaler kicks her in the gut and lifts her up for the BYL. However, Roxi counters at the last second with the JUSTICE LOCK! Impaler still stands for a few seconds before he falls to his knees! Roxi has the hold locked on as tight as she can. Impaler tries to fight out of it, but he’s already tiring out. He drops completely to the mat as Roxi has the hold locked on very tight. Impaler suddenly stops moving for a few seconds. The referee lifts Impaler’s arm up and it falls to the mat. He calls for the bell giving Roxi the win as the fans go nuts!}
Honey Winters: The winner of this match via submission, Roxi Johnson!
Thomas Simon: What an incredible ending! Impaler was about to finish Roxi off, but the champion found the superhero strength inside of her to put the Justice Lock on and put Impaler to sleep! This has to be among Roxi’s most impressive wins yet!
Richie Rhodes: I’m at a loss for words. I think Impaler may have swallowed a little of that poison that Mackey Boyd spit at him and it…
Thomas Simon: Richie, you need to stop making excuses! Roxi found a way to win and that’s all that matters!
Richie Rhodes: Iconic Aggression still runs the show, so whatever!
{As if on cue of his words, Guerilla Radio by Rage Against the Machine blasts over the P.A. and Roxi shakes her head, waiting for Trey to come out}
Thomas Simon: We should have expected this. Baxter just can't leave Roxi alone. He's obsessed
Richie Rhodes: he's just a man on a mission to reclaim what is rightfully his
{Roxi is confused when Trey never appears. She's talking to the official and smiling, making jabs at Baxter for chickening out. From the crowd a hooded figure hops the barrier}
Thomas Simon: wait... Laila again? this is getting stupid now. They run the freaking show and they have to slink around the crowds
Richie Rhodes: Just shut up Tom
the figure wastes no time sliding into the ring, the camera is quick to show that the person has something it their hands.
Richie Rhodes: A Kendo stick... give it to her
Thomas Simon: No Roxi, turn around.
{Roxi starts to turn just as the figure swings, the loud crack is heard around the arena as the stick breaks from the pressure of the impact. Roxi goes down, holding her mid back. the person drops the pieces and pushes back the hood to show it's Trey}
Richie Rhodes: You think people would start giving IA the proper respect by now
Thomas Simon: Were you there on Friday Richie? IA lost their belts. Now they only hold one belt.
Richie Rhodes: For now
{Trey rips the microphone from Honey and walks over to Roxi, looking down at her}
Trey Baxter: You think this is a joke! You can make all those sarcastic little comments about me in your promos. You think you can just get away with that Bitch! Well you don't know who the fuck you're messing with.
{The crowd boos. Then a 'Roxi' Chant starts up}
Trey Baxter: Oh you all love her. Fuck you. You know what Roxi... while you're lying there in agony I'm going to give you something to think about. I am going to get my title match and I want it at Aftershock but before that... I'm going to make you suffer every single day until November 10th...when you will walk down the ramp for the last time as a champion in MPW. So it starts next week. I want you in a match...
{the crowd beings to boo again. Trey smiles}
Trey Baxter: And since me and my friends have control tonight to do whatever we want besides take titles I'm going to make the second match for next week. You and me Roxi are going to settle some scores... in a street fight. Hope you're prepared because I will make sure that you feel every single hit I give you for days... weeks... let you start to feel a little bit of everything I've felt since you stole that title from me. Then we'll see who the real champion is and I guarantee it's not you, you freak.
{Trey drops the mic and starts to leave the ring when without any music Crow runs to the ring, causing Trey to back up. Crow gets in, looks from the fallen Roxi to Trey and back to Roxi. Trey starts yelling at him to get out of his way. Crow remains stone faced. he starts to walk over to Roxi and then at the last minute turns, catches Baxter unprepared and nails him with an 'Angel eyes'}
Thomas Simon: Finally some retribution for Baxter interrupting his match last week
Richie Rhodes: Crow shouldn't even be out here
{Crow sees that Roxi is starting to rise. She uses the ropes and sees that Crow has taken out Baxter. she smiles at him ad offers him a hand in peace. Crow looks at it a second and then a slow sadistic looking smile crosses his face. Roxi's face goes blank. She starts to back up but her back is slowing her down. Crow grabs her likes she weighs nothing more than a rag doll and drives another Angel Eyes on Roxi. Both Roxi and Trey are laid out on the mat. Crow smiles again and without a word goes through the ropes and drops down, walking back stage as if nothing had happened}
Thomas Simon: Oh my god folks. This is turning out to be an eventful show. We'll be right back after some words from our sponsors.
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Valentina Madison Vs. Laila
{After a return from Commercial we can see the match is already in progress. Both women circle each other than go in for the tie up. Laila sends Valentina into the ropes and on the rebound Valentina nails a standing dropkick to Laila. Valentina gets up and she boots Laila in the face several times before dragging her to her feet. Valentina gets an arm wrench but Laila reverses it and hits an arm drag. Laila charges at Valentina for a clothesline but Laila ducks and is hit by a clothes line from Valentina. Valentina kicks Laila about as she tries to get to her feet. Laila is on her feet and hits a toe kick and tries to get a side cobra clutch suplex but Valentina reverses with elbow shots and a knee shot. From Laila's bent over position Valentina backs her self up into the ropes and take a run up to do a running DDT. Valentina covers early but only gets a two count for all her troubles. Valentina stomps away at Laila and grabs each of Laila's legs. Valentina pulls the legs apart and nails a falling head butt smack bang right into Laila's groin. Laila rolls over to her side with her hands over her crotch as Valentina begins to kick wildly at Laila's back. Valentina picks Laila up and kicks at Laila's knees. Laila seems like she is about to buckle from the assault her knees are taking but is caught into a side suplex and a tight roll up from Valentina. One - Two - Thr.... NO! Laila kicks out from the roll up and rolls backwards back up onto her feet.}
Richie Rhodes: Seems that Val is got her panties in a twist of the things that Laila has been saying
Thomas Simon: do you blame her... Laila is sadistic and has no care for anybody but herself.
{Laila charges with another clothesline attempt but only to miss and be caught into a belly to back suplex and pin. The referee runs in for the pin. He makes out the pin and spots Laila's leg high up onto the second rope of the ring and orders the pin a void. Valentina rolls out onto all fours and hits the canvas in a fit of anger and gets to her feet. Laila is slowly getting up and is struck by Valentina with several right hands. Valentina swings for an eighth time but Laila blocks it and hits a gut kick. Laila with a shoulder thrust and finally to top it all off a Northern lights suplex and pin. The ref rushes in and slides before making the pin count. 1... 2... No! Valentina gets the shoulder up. Laila then starts hitting elbow shots as the two men are still down on the mat. Laila then gets to Valentina' legs and spreads them wide and rams her foot in hard between Valentina' thighs. Valentina clasps her crotch in pain as Laila begins to capitalise with stomps and right hands to the head. Valentina is in a seated position as Laila is behind her hitting in right hands to Valentina' temples. Laila locks in a sleeper hold we can be proud of as Valentina struggles a little bit. Valentina tries hitting Laila's arms but it doesn't work. Valentina gets to her feet, still in the sleeper hold, Valentina hits elbow shots and gets a head lock on Laila. Laila then counters with a belly to back suplex. Laila grabs Valentina' legs and locks in a leg lock. Laila increases the pressure as Valentina grunts and groans. Laila locks the leg lock on even harder but Valentina manages to reach an arm's length rope. Laila lets go as the referee wards her off of Valentina. Laila starts stomping on Valentina' leg but is knocked off of her feet by a sweep from Valentina. Valentina covers Laila again for a pin. The ref rushes in. 1... 2... no! Laila gets her foot on the bottom rope.}
Thomas Simon: Almost a near pinfall there. Laila has better be careful or she's face something she doesn't have very often... a loss
{Laila pushes Valentina off of herself and gets to her feet. Valentina and Laila lock horns. Valentina gets in a couple of knees and backs the darker woman up against the ropes and whips her across the ring. Laila bounces off of the ropes and is lifted high into the air with a flap jack from Valentina. Valentina picks Laila up and throws her up with a belly to belly release suplex. Valentina picks Laila up by the hair and hits her with a right hand and a left hand before doing another belly to belly release suplex. Valentina picks Laila up and delivers a Clothesline, Laila even flips in the air. Valentina covers for the pin but some how, some way, Laila musters up the strength to kick out at two. Valentina visibly frustrated wonders what she has to do to keep Laila down. Valentina starts slowly getting Laila to her feet, Laila surprises Valentina and shoves her off.}
Richie Rhodes: I think this should have settled in a pit of mud with bikini's
Thomas Simon: You think every fight between women should be settled that way
{Valentina comes back in and Laila starts mauling Valentina with furious rights and left and eventually backing her up into the turnbuckle. Laila grabs Valentina by the head and drives it right into the turnbuckle several times. The crowd counts along. 1... 2... 3... .4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! Laila drops down and let's Valentina walk forward a bit and than locks in a cobra clutch from behind and drives Valentina into the mat with a cobra clutch suplex. Valentina bounces off of the mat and slowly starts getting onto all fours. Laila seems like she is in control as she drives her boot into Valentina face. Laila picks Valentina up and locks in a headlock. Laila picks her up from that position, quickly spins one hundred eighty degrees, gets the inverted headlock and completes the maneuver with an implant DDT. Laila goes to cover Valentina but Valentina kicks out. Laila goes to bring Valentina up to her feet but is hit with a quick European uppercut. Laila is temporarily rattled and turns away to face the other way to regain her composure. Valentina swings for the lariat, Laila ducks the lariat and nails in her own lariat sending Valentina down to the mat. Laila drags over by a turnbuckle and takes a hold of her legs. Laila falls back and catapults Valentina into the turnbuckle. Valentina falls back a little and is caught with a German suplex. Laila lets go of the German suplex and goes to pick up the challenger. Laila whips Valentina into the turnbuckle again and places her on top of the turnbuckle in a seated position facing away from the ring. Laila climbs to the top and hits a German suplex off of the top ropes.}
Richie Rhodes: What a great setup by Laila. She's really showing that who ever this trainer of hers is, he really knows his stuff and even better is training Laila to be an excellent technician
Thomas Simon: Do you have any guesses on who it could be?
Richie Rhodes: I have my sources but I'm not telling you Tommy
{Both women come down to the apron with a thunderous boom. The crowd is applauding both women’s efforts at their amazing match. Laila struggles to get to her feet first as Valentina is clutching the bottom rope. Laila gets up and sees Valentina clutching that second rope. Laila rushes at Valentina nails a quick knee to the mid section. Laila signals to the crowd that its time to end this. She grabs Valentina and places her bent over between her legs. She lifts Valentina up over her head and extends her arms in a crucifix position. Laila then sends Valentina down and nails the “Bewitched" The crowd buzzes when Valentina hits the mat and flips onto her stomach. Laila pins Valentina…..the ref counts…..ONE……..TWO……THRE…….NO VALENTINA KICKSOUT!!!! Laila is in disbelief as Valentina mustered up that last little bit to kick out from the bewitched. Laila looks at the ref saying it was a three count. She argues with the ref and backs him up into the corner. The ref insists Valentina kicked out. Laila turns around and is immediately met by Valentina who nails Laila with the “wildcat pounce" out of the nowhere. Laila pops back up and instantly falls face first from the surprising impact. Valentina crawls over and flips Laila on her back. Valentina hooks the leg. The ref counts ONE…………..TWO………..THR………..LAILA KICKSOUT!!!! Laila has kicked out of The Wildcat pounce!!! Unbelievable!!!}
Thomas Simon: Both women are showing amazing athletic skill out there. This could go either way!
{The crowd applauds in unison as both Valentina and Laila are lying on their backs on the mat. Valentina gets to her feet first followed closely by Laila. Both women are at opposite sides of the ring using the ropes to hold themselves up. They give each other an intense look then both sprint to each other and when they meet both hit each other with a clothesline taking the other out. Both women hit the mat and flip onto their side. Both women are out of energy as the ref starts his mandatory standing ten count……..1…………2………….3…………….4………..5…….6……..Valentina stirs…………..7…….Laila moves……………..8………..9………..Laila gets to her feet first and the ref stops her 10 count. Valentina is struggling to get to her feet and Laila walks over to her. Valentina stumbles back from the second rope falling against Laila’s legs. Laila looks out at the crowd and slicks her hair back then looks down at Valentina. She bends down and slips something from her boot which the ref doesn't catch.}
Thomas Simon: There's those brass knuckles again. Can't Laila just finish this on her own without resorting to weapons?
{Valentina is on her feet, scrambling away form the woman, she backs away from her against the ropes when all of a sudden the two other members of Iconic Aggression climb the apron and are on either side of her. she looks terrified from one to the other. Baxter and Blaze exchange a cocky smile and they grab an arm each. Valentina struggles as they hold her. Laila Winds up for a hit when the Ref signals for the bell. }
Thomas Simon: That's a win for Valentina by DQ, but look.. Laila is a sadistic character...
{Laila doesn't stop and lays a well place punch to Valentina's mid section. She groans and sags against the men holding her arms. Baxter starts motioning for Laila to finish her, she starts to once again wind up as referees start to come toward them when the ring is suddenly surrounded on all sides by the three remaining members of The Resistance.}
Thomas Simon: Johnny Clash and Chrissy Starr have returned and just in time too.
{Roxi still looks a little beaten up from her attack from Baxter and she and clash rush toward the two men while Chrissy gets a slap to the face of Laila. Laila, angry goes to punch with her knuckles when Chrissy grabs her arm, flips her down for figure-four arm lock. Laila screams in pain. Baxter starts to back up the ramp as Roxi helps Valentina away from the ropes. Clash and Blaze are yelling at each other before locking up and pushing each other toward the barrier where they go over into the crowd. Laila is tapping but Chrissy wretches harder as Laila screams in pain. Finally she lets go of her and Laila scrambles to the corner. Blaze grabs Clash's head and slams it against an unoccupied chair. the crowd reacts with boos. Blaze jumps over the barrier toward where Baxter is standing midway up the ramp.}
Thomas Simon: Cowards. Trying to escape and leaving their partner in the ring
Richie Rhodes: do you see them leaving?
{Roxi had grabbed a mic ad while holding up Valentina with one arm she puts the mic to her lips with the other hand}
Roxi: this is what I'm talking about. All IA represents are weak minded fools that couldn't get a clean win if they wanted. you thought you had this night in the bag didn't you... well guess again...
{the tron goes on and shows multiple scenes of the three members of resistance looking tirelessly for the kidnapped Owner Bob Herman. finally in the last scene Clash is calling to his friends and they crowd around where Bob is mumbling through his gag, with mops and brooms around him. the scene fades out as Bob appears at the top of the ramp.}
Bob Herman: this ends now.
{Trey Baxter mouths out "What you going to do old man?"}
Bob Herman: It's not what I'm going to do... it's what they're going to do...
{Suddenly the rest of the uninjured roster appears around him and advance on the men. they start to back down the ramp but the group of people advance and begin to brawl right at the end of the ramp. Roxi helps Valentina to a chair next to the announcers}
Thomas Simon: Finally just desserts for those scum bags of IA
Richie Rhodes: This is ridiculous There's now ay this is fair
Thomas Simon: oh and what IA has been doing is?
{Laila stands, still holding her arm to advance on Chrissy and gets a couple shots before grabbing a handful of dark hair and bringing her knee up to her face. A few of the other roster members roll the two other members of IA into the ring. Baxter appears to have gotten the brunt of it and from his prior injury he seems to be unable to move. Blaze gets to his feet beside Laila, but she's suddenly pulled down by her ankles, hitting her face on the mat. The camera turns to see that the injured Valentina has gotten a finally move on her. she smirks as Nathan James and Newman pat her on the shoulders. Clash slides into the ring and goes nose to nose with Blaze.}
Thomas Simon: Looks like IA didn't get the upper hand this time folks. tune in next week for another action filled show. Good night.
{The scene fades with the two men staring each other down.}