Post by MPW ADMIN on Aug 7, 2012 0:53:35 GMT -5
Step Up Showcase Match.
Brandon Nytrus Vs. ‘The Spectacular’ Jordan
Brandon won in a squash at 7:25. The card was impressed with Brandon’s in ring ability but was not a fan of his post match beat down of Jordan.
Pre-show
[The camera opens to outside the Orleans Arena doors. There is a small man with a black and lime green stitched mask trying to get into the Arena.]
Man: Let me in! You can’t ban me!!!!!! I am the Ass Grenade Bytch! !!!!!!!!!!! Come on guys…………..please? Its so lonely back in New York…….
[The discouraged Bytch lets go of the door handles and begins walk back with his head down.]
Bytch: Stupid old schoolers and their super awesome fed! I don’t need them anyways….I’ll create a new fed…….with Zombies!!!!!!! Yeah that’s it!!!!!
[Bytch pumps his arm high in the air then all of a sudden another masked man is seen handing out fliers.]
Man: Come out and see our next show everyone…..Not as good as MPW but I left anyways! I am Falcon come check me out at Crybaby Pro Wrestling!!!
Bytch: Hey…..You have a nice look with the mask and everything. What is CPW all about anyways?
Falcon: Well if you like to cry and moan then this is the fed for you! We are pro Zombie as well!
Bytch: I’m in love! Where do I sign?
[All of a sudden Aidan Caine is seen walking and gets stopped by the two men.]
Bytch: Hey….I know you…..you’re Aidan Caine. Did you want to join Crybaby Pro Wrestling?
[Aidan kicks Bytch in the gut delivers a sickening DDT on to the concrete. Falcon looks at him then speaks.]
Falcon: Look I loved MPW…..and I hated it…..no I loved it!!!!!!!! And hated it!!!! WAIT I LOVE MP……..
[Aidan Caine kicks Falcon and nails delivers a Death Valley Driver on Falcon as well. He stands above both beaten men and talks.]
Aidan Caine: Boy I come back from Canada and it seems all the Americans here are smaller. Hmmm must be that Canadian water……So that must mean that Rage is American…….in the FedEx region! MPW is LIVE LET’S GO MPW-NATION!!!!!!!!!!
[Strobe lights are in effect as "Enemy" by Fozzy blares throughout the Orleans Arena. The camera pans up to the commentating skybox in the arena.]
Thomas Simon: Hello MPW Nation and welcome to the Monday Night’s Main Event!!!!!!!!! Tonight we will find out our final two qualifiers for the Roll of the Dice match at High Stakes! Plus an electrifying Main Event between Apostle Kried and Johnny Clash inside a Steel Cage!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob Herman: You know my boy Clash will walk away with the win guaranteed! He wants redemption on that German moron for costing him his match last week.
Thomas Simon: I’m sure this weeks show is sure to unbelievable as always!
Bob Herman: That is the only way MPW knows how to put on the show!
Thomas Simon: You got that right Bobo!
Back from Jerky week!
[“Hero” by Foo Fighters blasts as MPW GM Bill Adams walks with authority from the back to a mixed reaction. He has a mic in hand and quickly gets in the ring to get things started.]
Bill Adams: What’s going on MPW Nation?!?!?!
[Crowd pops!]
Bill Adams: I know you are all anticipating a great show as always tonight so I will do my best to keep this brief. First things first……Jackson Blaze you are walking around with my MPW property…..You did not beat Trey Baxter last week so you took it upon yourself to steal the MPW title. I understand why you did it BUT again that is MY property….You have until the end of the night to hand deliver that title to me or there will be repercussions…..and since you seem to be so keen on that title I am going to give fans what they want…..an MPW World Champion…..at HIGH STAKES!!! You will face Trey Baxter in a match where there has to be a winner! That’s right nation….High Stakes will see MPW’s very first 3 stages of hell match….best 2 out of 3 falls!!!! The first fall will be a Hardcore Match….the second fall will be a Steel Cage match….and the third? Well it will be an MPW Original….a Crash and Burn Match! That’s where you must put your opponent through a table first before you are able to climb that ladder and grab the title you are both gunning for!
[The fans POP HUGE for this ground breaking announcement!!]
Bill Adams: Now on to the so called CEO Shawn Hall…..I’ve had just about enough of your interrupting MY show! You do nothing but disrespect me time and time again and I’ve had enough!!!! So at High Stakes I am willing to put it all on the line against you in a TABLES MATCH! Winner takes full control of MPW!!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you say Shawn?!?!? Do you have the balls??
[Another pop from the Orleans Arena crowd.]
Bill Adams: Now finally I want to call someone out to the ring. This man seems like a monster to you all but to me he is nothing but my bitch! Apostle Kried get your sauerkraut ass out here NOW!!!!!!!!!
[The fans give off a round of boos to Bill Adams’ comment about the their beloved Kried. All of sudden “Money” blasts as the crowd pops and Apostle walks out in full ring gear preparing for his match later tonight. He climbs in the ring and grabs a microphone.]
Apostle Kried: What’s up Beef Jerky Bill?
Bill Adams: Well it seems I have a bit of a problem……you see last week I could’ve sworn that I saw Aidan Caine give you one more shot at the North American title next week here in the Orleans Arena!!!
Apostle Kried: That’s right….and I accepted it…..in so many ways.
Bill Adams: Yes I know….Now I tried to stop that match from happening BUT it seems Shawn Hall went behind my back YET again and made the match official. SO it looks like you ignored what I said…..
Apostle Kried: Look I ignored nothing. I know you said I could not receive another title shot for a long time but I also did not expect Caine to be in the hallway at that moment. So I would appreciate it if you would just leave me the hell alone about it and give the fans what they want….which is me beating Clash’s ass and then next week seeing another classic between Caine and I!
Bill Adams: Who am I to take the fans out of another classic…..it will happen oh yes it will………BUT not without a little added initiative for yourself.
Apostle Kried: Its for the North American Title what other initiative do I need?
Bill Adams: Your job!
Apostle Kried: My job?
Bill Adams: Yes…..well your job so-to-speak…..You see if you lose next week against Aidan Caine…..well you will be relegated to the Step Up roster until I see fit to bring you back up……which mind you could be a very VERY long time!
Apostle Kried: Du dummer kahl Danny DeVito
Bill Adams: What was that? Did you just call me….
[The fans boo Johnny Clash appears on the MPWtron.]
Johnny Clash: Danny DeVito. Now look I don’t speak kraut but I’m certain he insulted you and tied in Danny DeVito’s name to it. Now before you open your fat mouth Bill I have a little announcement to make…..You see it seems to me that a member of your beloved MPW roster has had enough of your bullshit and defected to the True Wrestling Icons…..
Bill Adams: No way! Who is stupid enough to do something like that??? Wait….ITS YOU KRIED!!!
Apostle Kried: Me?? Your ponytail pulling your brain cells and keeping your wrinkles up? I wouldn’t join TWI for all of the Viagra in Clash’s locker.
Johnny Clash: Oh look…..HA HA HA the german made a funny………ADOLF!
Apostle Kried: What does that have to do with anything?
Johnny Clash: OWNED! No it’s not Kried…..We don’t accept big roided up freaks with small deeks….see what I did there?
Apostle Kried: Yeah you made up your own word to make it rhyme….clever….So if that’s the case how do you explain Rage?
Johnny Clash: He’s from Canada its cold up there. Enough of this useless crap! Tonight Billy Boy the unveiling will happen….We will be one member strong....thus continuing our complete domination of MPW!!!
[The MPWtron feed goes blank as the camera goes back to Bill Adams in the ring. He storms out with mic in hand leaving Kried in the ring. Adams stops at the top of the ramp and turns around.]
Bill Adams: Wait Kried…..I almost forgot….There is another stipulation added to your match….you see there will be a special guest referee………..ME!!!!!!!!!!!
[“Hero” blares as Kried looks pissed off in the ring.]
Thomas Simon: Wow! What an announcement we have just had already folks! Bill Adams has made himself the special guest referee for next week’s main event and has challenged Shawn Hall for control of MPW at High Stakes!!! How will the CEO respond Bobo?
Bob Herman: I don’t know but Adams also made an amazing main event for High Stakes where there must be a winner between Jackson Blaze and Trey Baxter!
Thomas Simon: Unbelievable is the word I think for this week’s opening…..Nation we still have a full show ahead so don’t change that channel we will be right back!
Standard Match
Referee: Ross Parker
Thomas Simon: It’s time for the two youngsters to show the MPW Universe just how tough they are. Jeff Mouland will take on Sonja Lickinova
Bob Herman: Woooo this Mouland guy has caught my eye
[“FU Betta” by Neon Hitch hits and the fans cheer as Sonja Maria Lickinova walks out onto the ramp.]
Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first from Groves Valley, Phloriphornia by way of Saratov, Russia... The Molotov Cocktail.. Sonja Lickinova!
[Sonja Maria Lickinova seductively skips and slinks down the ramp in her trademark ruby-red robe and now Converse Red sneakers. She blows kisses to the audience and does some provocative dance steps as she nears the apron. She takes off her ruby-red bathrobe and hands it to an attendant at ringside. Despite being 5'7", Lickinova still walks in between the top and middle rope to execute a picture-perfect bum wiggle before entering the ring. Her wrestling attire ushers up catcalls and cheers as either prances around the ring waiting for her opponent.]
[The lights dim as the eerie dark bassline of angry chair screams through the arena as the crowd looks to the stage. The guitar and and drums kick in as The Ice Wolf slowly walks out on the stage with a deviant expression on his face as he stares down the ramp at his opponent not taking his eyes off him he begins to move forward.]
Honey Winters: And her opponent.. From North Sydney, Nova Scotia he is the ICE WOLF... Jeff Mouland!
[His pace begins to pick up as he gets closer and closer to his prey, he slides threw the ropes and paces back and forth in an agitatated manner to start the match as he unpatiently wait with a look of darkness in his eyes. The bell rings]]
Thomas Simon: Here we go this should be a great match up
Bob Herman: These two are highly decorated superstars in their respective classes
Thomas Simon: Wow that sounded pretty intelligent Bob
Bob Herman: What’s that? I wasn’t listening.
[Sonja and Mouland circle each other as Mouland’s eyes remain dark and focused in on Sonja. Sonja prances around the ring with a ton of spunk and heads towards Mouland. She lifts her arm up as to strength test. Mouland slowly raises his arm and grabs her hand. He than twists her arm and puts her in a hammer lock from behind. Sonja tries to get out of it but Mouland rushes her in to the corner face first and releases the hold. Sonja bounces off and Mouland hits a dropkick sending her to the mat. He remains on one knee staring down at Sonja and stands up slowly. He stalks her body and circles her. She stands up and turns around and is met with a punch by Mouland. Sonja tries to defend herself but Mouland keeps striking her. He whips her off the ropes and misses a clothesline. Sonja bounces back and hits a head scissors taking Mouland to the ground. The crowd cheers as Sonja raises her fist in the air]
Thomas Simon: Sonja finally initiating some attack on Mouland
Bob Herman: look at Mouland’s expressions, the guy is crazed! I love it!
[Sonja walks over to Mouland and puts him in a head lock keeping him grounded. Mouland reaches for the ropes but Sonja drags him closer to the center of the ring. Mouland struggles to get to his feet and Sonja tries to keep the hold on. Mouland takes her arm and spins out of the hold. He delivers a hip toss to Sonja who quickly gets up and is hit with a stiff clothesline from Mouland. Mouland lifts her up and throws her in to the corner. He looks to the fans with a stern face and than rushes to the corner. He hits a splash on Sonja and than a sidewalk slam sending her to the mat. He goes for the pin]
1...........2................
Thomas Simon: Oh so close!
[Mouland gets to his feet and stares down the referee who explains the two count. Mouland slowly walks towards the referee and grabs him by the collar. He than shakes his head and snaps out of it. He turns around and is met with a wheel kick from Sonja as the crowd comes alive. Sonja hits a standing moonsault on Mouland and jumps back to her feet. She lifts Mouland and gives him a right hand. She bounces off the ropes and slides under the legs of Mouland. She than dropkicks him from behind and Mouland goes crashing in to the second rope and leans there. Sonja runs behind her and jumps over the ropes and turns around hitting a dropkick on Mouland. He is sent back in to the ring and Sonja jumps up off the mat from the outside.]
Bob Herman: impressive move there by that sweet little thang
Thomas Simon: Her name is Sonja Lickinova
Bob Herman: Yeah yeah.. Lick this.
[Sonja climbs to the top rope and waits for Mouland to get up. Mouland gets to his feet and stumbles. Sonja gets ready to jump off but Mouland pushes the referee in to the ropes. Sonja loses her balance and is perched on the top rope. Mouland runs over to Sonja and grabs her head delivering the Mouland Supremacy! Mouland pins Sonja]
1.........2.............3!
Honey Winters: Here’s your winner.. Jeff Mouland!
[“Angry Chair” hits and the referee holds Mouland’s hand up as he stares in to the camera and tilts his head. He than drops to one knee and reaches in to his boot]
Thomas Simon: What is he doing here?
Bob Herman: Tying his shoe it looks like.
[Mouland pulls a razor out of his boot and holds it to his arm. He breathes heavily and the referee shouts at him to stop. He than slices his arm open and the blood starts to flow. The camera shows MPW fans looking on with their hands over their faces. The blood trickles down his arm and Mouland starts laughing hysterically. He leaves the ring and holds his arm as his hand starts to fill with blood covering the wound]
Blaze comes to his senses?
<[Scene cuts to the backstage area where you see Bill Adams talking on his cell phone. While he's talking you see his eyes grow abit as Jackson Blaze steps up to him with the MPW World title draped over his shoulder.]
Bill Adams: [on phone] ok. Yeah, I'll have to call you back.
[Adams hangs up his phone and keeps his eyes on Blaze, then lets them drift over to the World title.]
Bill Adams: Is it safe to assume you've came to your senses and decided to return that title?
[Blaze shakes his head and gives Adams that cocky, smug look we're all used to from him.]
Jackson Blaze: Instead of assuming shit, you'd be better of focusing on Rage and his cronies taking your fucking company away. And as far as this title goes, this is MY title. Whether you, TWI, Trey Baxter or these fucking fans out there like it or not, I AM your World Heavyweight champion.
[Adams eyes start to bulge and his face gets abit more red.]
Bill Adams: First off, this is still my company, smartass. And secondly, you're not the World champion yet.
[Blaze pats the title on his shoulder.]
Jackson Blaze: As long as you see this on my shoulder, I'm your world champion. And if you or anyone else has issues with that, I suggest you man the fuck up and take it off my shoulder. And if you lack the balls to do that, keep your fucking mouth shut.
Bill Adams: Don't worry, Bastard. At high stakes, I'm sure Trey Baxter will do just that.
[That comment sparks a wicked smile on Blaze's face.]
Jackson Blaze: Trey Baxter? That fucking lil kid hasn't got the balls or the talent to touch this fucking title. His chances of getting it from me are about as likely as you taking control of your own company again. He's just like you, Adams. A worthless bitch! You just sit around and let everyone take from you cause you lack the balls to stand up for yourself. These fucking guys took your company and I took your most prized possession in that company. And on both cases, you won't do a damn thing about it.
Bill Adams: You did hear about your match with him at High Stakes? You and Baxter are fighting in 3...
[Blaze steps closer to Adams and grabs him very tightly by the shirt collar and jerks him closer, until Adams' now fear-filled eyes are only an inch from Blaze's cold, evil eyes.]
Jackson Blaze: I heard your fucking little message, don't worry. Now, hear mine. I don't give a damn what kinda match you put me in, I'll win because that’s what the fuck I do. You want Baxter to go through hell? You got it. And if you ever fucking make another threat to me... I'll fucking make sure the next Bastardizer has your name on it.
[Blaze shoves Adams backwards into a wall as the Bastard shakes his head and walks away.]
An Awesome Olympics #1
Bob Herman: Well folks, we have a special gift for you now. The Olympics are going on right now right over in London and MPW wanted to be a part of this special event.
Thomas Simon: That’s right. So we sent our International Superstar, Kurt Newman, to be the face of MPW at the Olympics.
Bob Herman: You think that was a good idea?
Thomas Simon: Kurt’s a professional. He’ll do an awesome job there.
Bob Herman: I hope your right. Well we’ll take it over to Kurt who’s on standby.
Thomas Simon: Now just a warning to all the fans at home, there is a little delay in the transmission.
[The camera is cut in half as Kurt Newman shares the screen with Bob and Thomas. With a million dollar smile on his, he holds up a microphone with the MPW logo on it.]
Thomas Simon: Kurt, its Thomas. How are the Olympic games going as of late?
Kurt Newman: …………………………………………………Hey MPW Universe. Kurt Newman here in London watching the Olympics on MPW’s dime. Thomas, the games are going great so far. A lot of winners and a lot of losers. I’ve been here since the games started and I’ve been having a blast.
Bob Herman: Kurt, it’s Bob. What Olympic games have you watched so far?
Kurt Newman: ……………………………………..I’ve watched a lot of games guys. Ranging from stuff with water involved and stuff with land involved. Loads of fun to watch though.
Thomas Simon: Well Kurt, since you’ve been down there, have you been able to do any interviews with any of the competitors?
Kurt Newman: ………………………………Well as you know guys, the athletes have been very busy, getting trained up and being mentally ready. So they really don’t want to be disturbed.
[Michael Phelps suddenly enters the scene and walks past Kurt.]
Bob Herman: Hey! Wasn’t that Michael Phelps?
[Without even looking and still having a smile on his face, Kurt continues his conversation with Bob and Thomas.]
Kurt Newman: ………………………..Nope.
Thomas Simon: He had a gold medal around his neck.
Kurt Newman: …………………………no he didn’t.
Fan: MICHAEL! MICAHEL PHELPS! CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH!
[She runs off the set, leaving Kurt Newman with a smile stiff on his face.]
Kurt Newman: Well, that’s all for now here in London. Back to you guys……………………………………we off? Good. Almost got in trouble there. The head guys over in MPW would be ticked off if they found out the only thing we’ve been doing down here has been drinking, sight-seeing, and making a mess of our hotel rooms. I mean that was crazy a few days ago when we had those ladies over who had that pet sheep. Wooooo, that was some crazy shit that happen that night.…………………what you mean we’re still live?.......................Turn the camera off! Turn it off!
[Kurt leans over to the camera and covers the lens with his hand. The scene goes back to Thomas and Bob who look into the camera stupefied.]
Bob Herman: I told you he was the wrong guy to send down.
Thomas Simon: Shut it!
Nice to finally meet you!
[The scene opens up backstage as John Fisherman is reading MKWB Magazine. Laura Tavares moves in to the frame and stands next to Fisherman smiling. Fisherman closes his magazine and looks glances over at her]
John Fisherman: Can I help you?
Laura Tavares: John Fisherman right? Laura Tavares. Nice to finally meet you!
[Laura extends her hand and John shakes it]
John Fisherman: Nice to meet you too. I have seen your work. Not bad.
Laura Tavares: Oh don’t be silly I already know how good I am. But I have actually taken notice of you. You have an amazing skill set under your belt and amazing moves. It would be my pleasure if you would let me manage you. Your career will sky rocket.
John Fisherman: Thanks but..
Laura Tavares: I know, you want to start right away right? Follow me to my locker room and we will discuss more.
[Laura turns around as Fisherman should follow her and she starts walking away. Ms. Biguns walks in to the screen and steps in front of John Fisherman. Laura notices that he isn’t following behind her and she turns around to see Ms. Biguns standing there with her arms folded]
Laura Tavares: Are you coming John? Is this your mother? Ms. Fisherman I promise to take care of your son and have him rise to stardum quicker than ever!
Ms. Biguns: Listen to me Ms. Tavares. There is room for only one bitch here in MPW and if it came to it, I would out bitch you any day of the week. So why don’t you walk your ass back to your dumb blondes and stay the hell away from MY man.
[Laura stands in front of her smiling]
Laura Tavares: That’s cute really. I see you are jealous because you know I can take his career farther than you ever will. John... The offer is still there now if you’ll excuse me..
[Laura flicks her hair and turns around and walks away. Biguns shakes her head disgusted as the screen fades and goes to commercial.]
Standard Match
Referee: Alex Santiago
Honey Winters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Denver, Colorado!! Weighing in at 227 pounds!!! JOOOOOOHHNNNNNN FIIIIIIIISHERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!
[As the opening riff of "John the Fisherman" echoes across the arena, John Fisherman and Ms. Jasmine Biguns reveal themselves on the stage. They stand side by side, Ms. Biguns hooking her arm around her client's arm as John simply stares into the crowd in disdain. They start walking down the ramp, John ignoring the booes from the crowd as Ms. Biguns agitates them from the comfort of her man's side. When they approach ringside, Ms. Biguns releases her hold, steps back and applauds her man as he performs his signature pose: holding both arms from his signs, his thumbs pointing down and his middle and index finger pointing away (hand gesture like this:,=). After a brief moment in this pose, John leaps onto the apron, as Ms. Biguns walks up the staircase in the corner. John enters through the ropes and sits on the middle rope, allowing Ms. Biguns to enter without the struggle of keeping her short skirt from above the waist. They then both stand in the center of the ring. There, John Fisherman does his signature pose once again, this time with Ms. Biguns beside her, resting one hand on his lower back and holding out her other hand to complete the pair's pose.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent!! Weighing in tonight at 229 pounds!! Hailing from Washington, DC He is CHRIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS MICHAELSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
["Superstar” by Saliva blasts as the crowd pops for the MPW newcomer. Chris makes his way out and gets in the ring to start the match.]
[The bell rings as Michaels quickly charges Fisherman and catches him off guard with a quick spear followed by some hard right and left punches to Fisherman meanwhile he is down. Michaels quickly jumps up to his feet as he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as he looks impressive in his MPW debut. As Fisherman makes his way to his feet Michaels bounces off the nearby rope and hits Fisherman with a hard dropkick that sends him right back down to the mat. Michaels stands up smiling as Fisherman slowly makes his way to his feet. Michaels is ready for him as he quickly hits him with a hard boot to the stomach followed by a quick DDT. Michaels rolls Fisherman over and goes for a quick pin. 1...Kickout. It's going to take a lot more than that to win this match. Michaels quickly gets to his feet and picks Fisherman up by the hair. Michaels grabs Fisherman and whips him hard into the corner where Fisherman hits his back hard. Michaels then charges and jumps in the air for a corner splash but Fisherman is able to move out of the way which sends Michaels stomach first into the corner. Fisherman quickly makes his way to his feet and hits the stumbling Michaels with a quick bulldog. Michaels makes his way to his feet relatively quick and as he does Fisherman bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Michaels is able to duck under it, hit Fisherman with a boot to the stomach, followed by a reverse neck breaker. Michaels wastes no time as he gets to his feet and picks up Fisherman who is slowly making his way to his feet. Michaels grabs him around the head and lifts him up high before holding him up for a few moments and then dropping him down hard with a stalling suplex.]
Thomas Simon: Michaels is looking very impressive in his debut tonight.
[Michaels immediately goes for the pin. 1...2...Kickout! Michaels was able to get closer that time but Fisherman was still able to kick out. Michaels shakes his head as he quickly climbs up to the top rope and stands up tall pumping the crowd up before jumping high in the air and trying to connect with a frog splash that could possibly end this match. Fisherman moves! Mrs. Biguns was able to somehow pull Fisherman in time and as he noticed Michaels coming he was able to roll out of the way with the help of his manager meanwhile the referee didn't see a thing. Michaels goes crashing into the mat stomach first and immediately grabs his stomach after getting some pretty good air on the frog splash. Mrs. Biguns yells for Fisherman to get up and take advantage of the situation. Fisherman is able to get to his feet and as he does he notices Michaels has already made his way to his feet. Fisherman charges him and connects with a hard clothesline that nearly takes Michaels head off. Mrs. Biguns begins to go nuts as Fisherman has finally taken control of the match after a great start from Michaels. Fisherman quickly climbs up to the top rope as he waits for Michaels to get back to his feet and as soon as he does and turns to face him Fisherman jumps off and connects with a hard missile dropkick to the face that sends Michaels all the way across the ring and to the mat grabbing his face in pain. Michaels still doesn't waste any time as he tries to get back to his feet. Fisherman notices and as Michaels is on all fours Fisherman hits him with a hard knee to the face that sends Michaels right back down to the ground. Fisherman begins to throw his arms up at the crowd to get them pumped up but they respond by booing him. He stops for a moment and enjoys the boo's before turning his attention back to Michaels.]
Bob Herman: The fan’s reaction to him pale in comparison to the POP that Ms. Biguns’ biguns gets!
[Fisherman picks Michaels up and quickly hits him with a hard powerslam right in the middle of the ring. Fisherman then quickly climbs up to the top rope and quickly jumps off and connects with a Diving Knee Drop! Fisherman goes for the pin. 1...2...Kickout! Michaels somehow kicks out! Fisherman immediately gets up and begins to argue with the ref about a slow count. As Fisherman argues with the ref Michaels tries to gain his composure and make his way back to his feet. Fisherman notices and immediately goes for another clothesline but Michaels is able to duck under it and then muster all his energy to hit Fisherman with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that immediately sends Fisherman down. Both men are now down as the fans begin to cheer the effort being shown by both men. They both make their way to their feet at about the same time. As they come together Fisherman swings with a right hard at Michaels but Michaels is able to duck under it before hitting him with a kick to the midsection. Michaels then puts Fisherman between his legs and quickly lifts him up and drops him on his head with a hard piledriver. Michaels sits up as the crowd begins to cheer the new MPW star. Michaels stands up and waits for Fisherman to slowly make his way to his feet. As soon as he does Michaels immediately goes for The Debree(Sweet Chin Music). Fisherman ducks under it and as he does Michaels connects with The Debree to the ref! The ref goes down hard! Michaels stands over the ref as he can't believe what he just did! Fisherman is still down but Mrs. Biguns decides to use this time to get in the ring. She goes up behind Michaels and hits him with a hard low blow. Michaels bends over grabbing himself as he turns around to see Mrs. Biguns standing there. She immediately slaps him hard across the face which sends him down to the mat grabbing his groin in serious pain.]
Thomas Simon: Biguns sticking her chest where it doesn’t belong!
Bob Herman: Yeah but it wasn’t my face….I’m sad!
[Mrs. Biguns is all smiles until she looks up and see's MPW TV Champion Justin Fischer running down the ramp with his TV Title over his shoulder. She immediately runs out of the ring and as far away from him as she can. Fisherman is finally recovering in the ring and doesn't realize it as Justin Fischer is now in the ring with his TV Title in hand waiting for Fisherman to turn around. As soon as Fisherman turns to face Fischer he is nailed by the TV Title across the face. Fisherman is out cold in the middle of the ring. Fischer stares down the laid out Fisherman before sliding out of the ring as both Michaels and the ref are finally coming to. Michaels immediately covers Fisherman not even knowing what just happened. The ref slowly begins to count. 1...2...3!! ]
Thomas Simon: Chris Michaels is able to get a win in an impressive debut with the help of MPW TV Champion Justin Fischer!!! What was that about??? Why would Justin interfere?
Bob Herman: Maybe he found that there are other fish in the sea?
Thomas Simon: That’s a tactical facepalm Bobo!
[Camera fades and goes backstage.]
Has TWI been H4ck3d?
[Johnny Clash is sitting in his locker room on the leather couch wearing a full black suit watching How I Met Your Mother sipping on a glass of wine. He laughs at something Marshall says and the door suddenly opens. Rage enters quickly and closes the door behind him and locks it.]
Rage: He’s here.. Johnny he’s here.
Johnny Clash: who’s here?
Rage: You know... “Him”
Johnny Clash: Bob Saget?
Rage: NO Johnny..
[Rage leans over and whispers something to Johnny. Johnny’s eyes light up and he puts his drink down. He wipes his face and stares around the room]
Johnny Clash: This isn’t good Rage. We have big matches tonight, bigger plans!!! You know……what if he interferes??? He has to know we are here and he probably wants revenge..
Rage: Let’s just take a deep breath and not worry about it...
[The lights go out once again and the TV turns to white fuzz. On the screen a face appears in a black mask.]
Loading...... Loading..... Loading...... Killclash.exe
j0HnnY Cl@$H mu$t D13
[The fuzz fades and the tv turns back to How I met your mother. The camera pans over to the couch where Johnny and Rage are awkwardly hugging each other out of fear. The fans in the arena laugh and they quickly pull their arms away and sit silent next to each other]
Johnny Clash: So I’m gonna go umm..
Rage: Yeah I’m going to um go here..
[Both guys get up and walk opposite directions as the scene fades]
What has happened to you??
[An Islamic sound started to play *which sounds like the starting of Muhammad Hassan theme* before his new theme All that remains by Fozzy started to play as Taufik come out with the melodious of jeering from the fans when he makes his way to the ring, in his wrestling gear on as he has a match later on tonight. He slides to the ring and demands for a microphone as he wants to speak.]
Taufik: Looking at each and single one of you makes me sick. Everywhere I go; I see people giving me the cold shoulder as if that I might do something bad to America and here’s a newsflash for you idiot out there; I’m not a terrorist and those people that uses Islam as the reason of every single terrorist attack is not a Muslim, they are bloody extremist.
[The fans keep chanting “USA!USA!USA!” as he look at them in disgust as Taufik continues to speak.]
Taufik: I don't give a damn what you people have to say, in fact, I laughed at each of you people. I’m sick and tired about saying that America is the best place in the world, but one thing for sure that they are hiding very well is that this country runs on greed. You all will disagree with me but you people are all a greedy bunch of bastards. You all...
[As Taufik was speaking, Aidan's theme song “Smackdown” started blasting through the speakers as the fans are erupted in joyfulness as the North American Champion Aidan Caine comes into the ring with a purpose as Taufik extended his hand but Aidan didn’t extend his, looking down at Taufik’s outstretched hand but making no move to accept it.]
Taufik: What? You don’t want to shake my hand anymore?
[Aidan simply stared back, shaking his head for a long moment before speaking into the microphone he’d brought down with him.]
Aidan Caine: Shaking hands is a sign of respect. I'm not so sure I can respect you anymore Taufik.
Taufik: So now you are going to be like that? Idiot. And speaking of greed, look at you Aidan. You're a champion and you qualify for the ROTD match at High Stakes. You can't hold a championship and be in that match. You have to give up one of them.
Aidan Caine: I have been your friend for a long time. So as a friend, you will get some leeway. But only so much. I won't hesitate to send you packing all the way back to Willy Wonka's factory you got me? Nothing’s worse than an Oompa Loompa with a God-complex. And as for Roll of the Dice and my North American title? Well see, the people have spoken and Bill Adams listened. Turns out they like me as their North American Champion. I don't need to give up my title anymore to compete in the match at High Stakes. I just need to give it up when I win and I'm ready to cash in that briefcase. And trust me, when that time comes? I will cash in. If that makes me greedy? Fine! It's a good thing I'm living here in the City of Sin!
Thomas Simon: Whoa! Caine just dropped a bombshell there!
Bob Herman: Taufik is right though. Caine is greedy. He shouldn’t be able to have both!
Thomas Simon: Why not? He EARNED both!?
Taufik: That makes my statement even more clear for the world to see. The world now knows, by your own words, that you're greedy and this country is run by greed. One is never enough for you is it? Winning the North American title and having the chance of getting that briefcase.
Aidan Caine: Hey I didn't ask for that! I was fully prepared to give up this title belt to continue on in the Roll of the Dice match. The decision was out of my hands. And who in the hell do you think you are coming out here and judging me, your friend, judging all these people?! Huh? You beat up a woman last week man and you think that makes you BETTER than any one of us? I'm doing my job. I’m going for the same prize that everyone else here in this company is so don’t you dare act like that’s a crime! What are you doing other than making an ass of yourself in front of the entire world?
Taufik: I’m making a fool out of myself? I'm telling the world how much of a scumbag place this country is!
Aidan Caine: Well if this country is so full of scumbags, and is such a greedy, immoral, terrible place to be, then why don’t you do us all a favor and just get the hell out of it!
Aidan Caine: Look man I’m going to end this right here and now before we both do something we might regret. We have been friends for a long time, way before we came to the MPW, and I have known you long enough to know that THIS… whatever this is, is not the Taufik I know or even want to know. I hope you know what you are doing. Because for the first time since I’ve known you, I have no idea what you are thinking. I’m not doing this.
Thomas Simon: Aidan Caine not looking for a fight here Bob, at least not with his old friend Taufik.
Bob Herman: FORMER friend. I think former is the word you are looking for and please, Caine just doesn’t want to go toe to toe with Taufik and risk getting injured so close to his first title defense next week against Kried.
[Tossing his microphone down Caine turned his back on Taufik to walk out before things went too far. Taufik looked infuriated at this however and no sooner had Caine taken two steps to leave then Taufik charged at him from behind with a cheap shot to the back of the head. The arena erupted in heat as an unsuspecting Caine fell to his knees, grabbing the turnbuckle to try and hold himself up. Taufik took his friend down to the mat with a hard knee to the kidney and began to pummel on the North American Champion with rights, lefts, and kicks that came so fast Caine couldn’t seem to regroup. As the world watched a figure suddenly darted out from the backstage area and ran down the ramp, climbing into the ring. Camilla. Taufik roughly shoved Caine to the mat outside the ring with a kick to the gut and then abruptly turned when Camilla grabbed his arm to try and make him stop. The fans couldn’t hear what he was shouting at her but suddenly she was backing up, holding her hands up defensively and crying. The cameras got closer and their microphones picked up Taufik screaming at Camilla in a language that was definitely not English. He looked furious. Then he unexpectedly pushed Camilla down to the mat, continuing to stand over her and scream. She looked terrified and seemed to be trying to talk some sense into him when he suddenly grabbed her by the back of her hair.]
Thomas Simon: Oh no! It looks like we’re going to see a repeat of last week! It looks like Taufik is going for his signature Crossface on Camilla!
[Taufik had thrown Camilla face first down onto the mat and looked just about ready to sink in the painful hold when from the back Chris Cable again runs out from the back. The crowd POPS as Cable gets in the ring just Taufik who saw Cable right away slid back out of the ring. Cable looks at Taufik furious but tends to Camilla. Taufik smiles and then slides into the ring unbeknownst to Cable. Cable gets to his feet and is immediately with a modified rear naked choke hold. Taufik has snapped. Outside the ring Caine is slowly coming to and sees Taufik choking out Cable. Caine has anger in his eyes but before he can do anything he is attacked from behind by Rage!!! Rage helps Caine to his feet and lifts him up high in a stalling suplex then brings him down nailing the Northern Touch!!! Caine is out cold as Rage just yells at Caine…..”Pay more attention to the task at hand. Not a confused shine boy!”….Officials run down and finally gets Taufik to break the hold on the unconscious Chris Cable. Taufik stands up as the fans boo loudly as the screen cuts to commercial break.]
Brandon Nytrus Vs. ‘The Spectacular’ Jordan
Brandon won in a squash at 7:25. The card was impressed with Brandon’s in ring ability but was not a fan of his post match beat down of Jordan.
Pre-show
[The camera opens to outside the Orleans Arena doors. There is a small man with a black and lime green stitched mask trying to get into the Arena.]
Man: Let me in! You can’t ban me!!!!!! I am the Ass Grenade Bytch! !!!!!!!!!!! Come on guys…………..please? Its so lonely back in New York…….
[The discouraged Bytch lets go of the door handles and begins walk back with his head down.]
Bytch: Stupid old schoolers and their super awesome fed! I don’t need them anyways….I’ll create a new fed…….with Zombies!!!!!!! Yeah that’s it!!!!!
[Bytch pumps his arm high in the air then all of a sudden another masked man is seen handing out fliers.]
Man: Come out and see our next show everyone…..Not as good as MPW but I left anyways! I am Falcon come check me out at Crybaby Pro Wrestling!!!
Bytch: Hey…..You have a nice look with the mask and everything. What is CPW all about anyways?
Falcon: Well if you like to cry and moan then this is the fed for you! We are pro Zombie as well!
Bytch: I’m in love! Where do I sign?
[All of a sudden Aidan Caine is seen walking and gets stopped by the two men.]
Bytch: Hey….I know you…..you’re Aidan Caine. Did you want to join Crybaby Pro Wrestling?
[Aidan kicks Bytch in the gut delivers a sickening DDT on to the concrete. Falcon looks at him then speaks.]
Falcon: Look I loved MPW…..and I hated it…..no I loved it!!!!!!!! And hated it!!!! WAIT I LOVE MP……..
[Aidan Caine kicks Falcon and nails delivers a Death Valley Driver on Falcon as well. He stands above both beaten men and talks.]
Aidan Caine: Boy I come back from Canada and it seems all the Americans here are smaller. Hmmm must be that Canadian water……So that must mean that Rage is American…….in the FedEx region! MPW is LIVE LET’S GO MPW-NATION!!!!!!!!!!
[Strobe lights are in effect as "Enemy" by Fozzy blares throughout the Orleans Arena. The camera pans up to the commentating skybox in the arena.]
Thomas Simon: Hello MPW Nation and welcome to the Monday Night’s Main Event!!!!!!!!! Tonight we will find out our final two qualifiers for the Roll of the Dice match at High Stakes! Plus an electrifying Main Event between Apostle Kried and Johnny Clash inside a Steel Cage!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob Herman: You know my boy Clash will walk away with the win guaranteed! He wants redemption on that German moron for costing him his match last week.
Thomas Simon: I’m sure this weeks show is sure to unbelievable as always!
Bob Herman: That is the only way MPW knows how to put on the show!
Thomas Simon: You got that right Bobo!
Back from Jerky week!
[“Hero” by Foo Fighters blasts as MPW GM Bill Adams walks with authority from the back to a mixed reaction. He has a mic in hand and quickly gets in the ring to get things started.]
Bill Adams: What’s going on MPW Nation?!?!?!
[Crowd pops!]
Bill Adams: I know you are all anticipating a great show as always tonight so I will do my best to keep this brief. First things first……Jackson Blaze you are walking around with my MPW property…..You did not beat Trey Baxter last week so you took it upon yourself to steal the MPW title. I understand why you did it BUT again that is MY property….You have until the end of the night to hand deliver that title to me or there will be repercussions…..and since you seem to be so keen on that title I am going to give fans what they want…..an MPW World Champion…..at HIGH STAKES!!! You will face Trey Baxter in a match where there has to be a winner! That’s right nation….High Stakes will see MPW’s very first 3 stages of hell match….best 2 out of 3 falls!!!! The first fall will be a Hardcore Match….the second fall will be a Steel Cage match….and the third? Well it will be an MPW Original….a Crash and Burn Match! That’s where you must put your opponent through a table first before you are able to climb that ladder and grab the title you are both gunning for!
[The fans POP HUGE for this ground breaking announcement!!]
Bill Adams: Now on to the so called CEO Shawn Hall…..I’ve had just about enough of your interrupting MY show! You do nothing but disrespect me time and time again and I’ve had enough!!!! So at High Stakes I am willing to put it all on the line against you in a TABLES MATCH! Winner takes full control of MPW!!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you say Shawn?!?!? Do you have the balls??
[Another pop from the Orleans Arena crowd.]
Bill Adams: Now finally I want to call someone out to the ring. This man seems like a monster to you all but to me he is nothing but my bitch! Apostle Kried get your sauerkraut ass out here NOW!!!!!!!!!
[The fans give off a round of boos to Bill Adams’ comment about the their beloved Kried. All of sudden “Money” blasts as the crowd pops and Apostle walks out in full ring gear preparing for his match later tonight. He climbs in the ring and grabs a microphone.]
Apostle Kried: What’s up Beef Jerky Bill?
Bill Adams: Well it seems I have a bit of a problem……you see last week I could’ve sworn that I saw Aidan Caine give you one more shot at the North American title next week here in the Orleans Arena!!!
Apostle Kried: That’s right….and I accepted it…..in so many ways.
Bill Adams: Yes I know….Now I tried to stop that match from happening BUT it seems Shawn Hall went behind my back YET again and made the match official. SO it looks like you ignored what I said…..
Apostle Kried: Look I ignored nothing. I know you said I could not receive another title shot for a long time but I also did not expect Caine to be in the hallway at that moment. So I would appreciate it if you would just leave me the hell alone about it and give the fans what they want….which is me beating Clash’s ass and then next week seeing another classic between Caine and I!
Bill Adams: Who am I to take the fans out of another classic…..it will happen oh yes it will………BUT not without a little added initiative for yourself.
Apostle Kried: Its for the North American Title what other initiative do I need?
Bill Adams: Your job!
Apostle Kried: My job?
Bill Adams: Yes…..well your job so-to-speak…..You see if you lose next week against Aidan Caine…..well you will be relegated to the Step Up roster until I see fit to bring you back up……which mind you could be a very VERY long time!
Apostle Kried: Du dummer kahl Danny DeVito
Bill Adams: What was that? Did you just call me….
[The fans boo Johnny Clash appears on the MPWtron.]
Johnny Clash: Danny DeVito. Now look I don’t speak kraut but I’m certain he insulted you and tied in Danny DeVito’s name to it. Now before you open your fat mouth Bill I have a little announcement to make…..You see it seems to me that a member of your beloved MPW roster has had enough of your bullshit and defected to the True Wrestling Icons…..
Bill Adams: No way! Who is stupid enough to do something like that??? Wait….ITS YOU KRIED!!!
Apostle Kried: Me?? Your ponytail pulling your brain cells and keeping your wrinkles up? I wouldn’t join TWI for all of the Viagra in Clash’s locker.
Johnny Clash: Oh look…..HA HA HA the german made a funny………ADOLF!
Apostle Kried: What does that have to do with anything?
Johnny Clash: OWNED! No it’s not Kried…..We don’t accept big roided up freaks with small deeks….see what I did there?
Apostle Kried: Yeah you made up your own word to make it rhyme….clever….So if that’s the case how do you explain Rage?
Johnny Clash: He’s from Canada its cold up there. Enough of this useless crap! Tonight Billy Boy the unveiling will happen….We will be one member strong....thus continuing our complete domination of MPW!!!
[The MPWtron feed goes blank as the camera goes back to Bill Adams in the ring. He storms out with mic in hand leaving Kried in the ring. Adams stops at the top of the ramp and turns around.]
Bill Adams: Wait Kried…..I almost forgot….There is another stipulation added to your match….you see there will be a special guest referee………..ME!!!!!!!!!!!
[“Hero” blares as Kried looks pissed off in the ring.]
Thomas Simon: Wow! What an announcement we have just had already folks! Bill Adams has made himself the special guest referee for next week’s main event and has challenged Shawn Hall for control of MPW at High Stakes!!! How will the CEO respond Bobo?
Bob Herman: I don’t know but Adams also made an amazing main event for High Stakes where there must be a winner between Jackson Blaze and Trey Baxter!
Thomas Simon: Unbelievable is the word I think for this week’s opening…..Nation we still have a full show ahead so don’t change that channel we will be right back!
Standard Match
Referee: Ross Parker
Thomas Simon: It’s time for the two youngsters to show the MPW Universe just how tough they are. Jeff Mouland will take on Sonja Lickinova
Bob Herman: Woooo this Mouland guy has caught my eye
[“FU Betta” by Neon Hitch hits and the fans cheer as Sonja Maria Lickinova walks out onto the ramp.]
Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first from Groves Valley, Phloriphornia by way of Saratov, Russia... The Molotov Cocktail.. Sonja Lickinova!
[Sonja Maria Lickinova seductively skips and slinks down the ramp in her trademark ruby-red robe and now Converse Red sneakers. She blows kisses to the audience and does some provocative dance steps as she nears the apron. She takes off her ruby-red bathrobe and hands it to an attendant at ringside. Despite being 5'7", Lickinova still walks in between the top and middle rope to execute a picture-perfect bum wiggle before entering the ring. Her wrestling attire ushers up catcalls and cheers as either prances around the ring waiting for her opponent.]
[The lights dim as the eerie dark bassline of angry chair screams through the arena as the crowd looks to the stage. The guitar and and drums kick in as The Ice Wolf slowly walks out on the stage with a deviant expression on his face as he stares down the ramp at his opponent not taking his eyes off him he begins to move forward.]
Honey Winters: And her opponent.. From North Sydney, Nova Scotia he is the ICE WOLF... Jeff Mouland!
[His pace begins to pick up as he gets closer and closer to his prey, he slides threw the ropes and paces back and forth in an agitatated manner to start the match as he unpatiently wait with a look of darkness in his eyes. The bell rings]]
Thomas Simon: Here we go this should be a great match up
Bob Herman: These two are highly decorated superstars in their respective classes
Thomas Simon: Wow that sounded pretty intelligent Bob
Bob Herman: What’s that? I wasn’t listening.
[Sonja and Mouland circle each other as Mouland’s eyes remain dark and focused in on Sonja. Sonja prances around the ring with a ton of spunk and heads towards Mouland. She lifts her arm up as to strength test. Mouland slowly raises his arm and grabs her hand. He than twists her arm and puts her in a hammer lock from behind. Sonja tries to get out of it but Mouland rushes her in to the corner face first and releases the hold. Sonja bounces off and Mouland hits a dropkick sending her to the mat. He remains on one knee staring down at Sonja and stands up slowly. He stalks her body and circles her. She stands up and turns around and is met with a punch by Mouland. Sonja tries to defend herself but Mouland keeps striking her. He whips her off the ropes and misses a clothesline. Sonja bounces back and hits a head scissors taking Mouland to the ground. The crowd cheers as Sonja raises her fist in the air]
Thomas Simon: Sonja finally initiating some attack on Mouland
Bob Herman: look at Mouland’s expressions, the guy is crazed! I love it!
[Sonja walks over to Mouland and puts him in a head lock keeping him grounded. Mouland reaches for the ropes but Sonja drags him closer to the center of the ring. Mouland struggles to get to his feet and Sonja tries to keep the hold on. Mouland takes her arm and spins out of the hold. He delivers a hip toss to Sonja who quickly gets up and is hit with a stiff clothesline from Mouland. Mouland lifts her up and throws her in to the corner. He looks to the fans with a stern face and than rushes to the corner. He hits a splash on Sonja and than a sidewalk slam sending her to the mat. He goes for the pin]
1...........2................
Thomas Simon: Oh so close!
[Mouland gets to his feet and stares down the referee who explains the two count. Mouland slowly walks towards the referee and grabs him by the collar. He than shakes his head and snaps out of it. He turns around and is met with a wheel kick from Sonja as the crowd comes alive. Sonja hits a standing moonsault on Mouland and jumps back to her feet. She lifts Mouland and gives him a right hand. She bounces off the ropes and slides under the legs of Mouland. She than dropkicks him from behind and Mouland goes crashing in to the second rope and leans there. Sonja runs behind her and jumps over the ropes and turns around hitting a dropkick on Mouland. He is sent back in to the ring and Sonja jumps up off the mat from the outside.]
Bob Herman: impressive move there by that sweet little thang
Thomas Simon: Her name is Sonja Lickinova
Bob Herman: Yeah yeah.. Lick this.
[Sonja climbs to the top rope and waits for Mouland to get up. Mouland gets to his feet and stumbles. Sonja gets ready to jump off but Mouland pushes the referee in to the ropes. Sonja loses her balance and is perched on the top rope. Mouland runs over to Sonja and grabs her head delivering the Mouland Supremacy! Mouland pins Sonja]
1.........2.............3!
Honey Winters: Here’s your winner.. Jeff Mouland!
[“Angry Chair” hits and the referee holds Mouland’s hand up as he stares in to the camera and tilts his head. He than drops to one knee and reaches in to his boot]
Thomas Simon: What is he doing here?
Bob Herman: Tying his shoe it looks like.
[Mouland pulls a razor out of his boot and holds it to his arm. He breathes heavily and the referee shouts at him to stop. He than slices his arm open and the blood starts to flow. The camera shows MPW fans looking on with their hands over their faces. The blood trickles down his arm and Mouland starts laughing hysterically. He leaves the ring and holds his arm as his hand starts to fill with blood covering the wound]
Blaze comes to his senses?
<[Scene cuts to the backstage area where you see Bill Adams talking on his cell phone. While he's talking you see his eyes grow abit as Jackson Blaze steps up to him with the MPW World title draped over his shoulder.]
Bill Adams: [on phone] ok. Yeah, I'll have to call you back.
[Adams hangs up his phone and keeps his eyes on Blaze, then lets them drift over to the World title.]
Bill Adams: Is it safe to assume you've came to your senses and decided to return that title?
[Blaze shakes his head and gives Adams that cocky, smug look we're all used to from him.]
Jackson Blaze: Instead of assuming shit, you'd be better of focusing on Rage and his cronies taking your fucking company away. And as far as this title goes, this is MY title. Whether you, TWI, Trey Baxter or these fucking fans out there like it or not, I AM your World Heavyweight champion.
[Adams eyes start to bulge and his face gets abit more red.]
Bill Adams: First off, this is still my company, smartass. And secondly, you're not the World champion yet.
[Blaze pats the title on his shoulder.]
Jackson Blaze: As long as you see this on my shoulder, I'm your world champion. And if you or anyone else has issues with that, I suggest you man the fuck up and take it off my shoulder. And if you lack the balls to do that, keep your fucking mouth shut.
Bill Adams: Don't worry, Bastard. At high stakes, I'm sure Trey Baxter will do just that.
[That comment sparks a wicked smile on Blaze's face.]
Jackson Blaze: Trey Baxter? That fucking lil kid hasn't got the balls or the talent to touch this fucking title. His chances of getting it from me are about as likely as you taking control of your own company again. He's just like you, Adams. A worthless bitch! You just sit around and let everyone take from you cause you lack the balls to stand up for yourself. These fucking guys took your company and I took your most prized possession in that company. And on both cases, you won't do a damn thing about it.
Bill Adams: You did hear about your match with him at High Stakes? You and Baxter are fighting in 3...
[Blaze steps closer to Adams and grabs him very tightly by the shirt collar and jerks him closer, until Adams' now fear-filled eyes are only an inch from Blaze's cold, evil eyes.]
Jackson Blaze: I heard your fucking little message, don't worry. Now, hear mine. I don't give a damn what kinda match you put me in, I'll win because that’s what the fuck I do. You want Baxter to go through hell? You got it. And if you ever fucking make another threat to me... I'll fucking make sure the next Bastardizer has your name on it.
[Blaze shoves Adams backwards into a wall as the Bastard shakes his head and walks away.]
An Awesome Olympics #1
Bob Herman: Well folks, we have a special gift for you now. The Olympics are going on right now right over in London and MPW wanted to be a part of this special event.
Thomas Simon: That’s right. So we sent our International Superstar, Kurt Newman, to be the face of MPW at the Olympics.
Bob Herman: You think that was a good idea?
Thomas Simon: Kurt’s a professional. He’ll do an awesome job there.
Bob Herman: I hope your right. Well we’ll take it over to Kurt who’s on standby.
Thomas Simon: Now just a warning to all the fans at home, there is a little delay in the transmission.
[The camera is cut in half as Kurt Newman shares the screen with Bob and Thomas. With a million dollar smile on his, he holds up a microphone with the MPW logo on it.]
Thomas Simon: Kurt, its Thomas. How are the Olympic games going as of late?
Kurt Newman: …………………………………………………Hey MPW Universe. Kurt Newman here in London watching the Olympics on MPW’s dime. Thomas, the games are going great so far. A lot of winners and a lot of losers. I’ve been here since the games started and I’ve been having a blast.
Bob Herman: Kurt, it’s Bob. What Olympic games have you watched so far?
Kurt Newman: ……………………………………..I’ve watched a lot of games guys. Ranging from stuff with water involved and stuff with land involved. Loads of fun to watch though.
Thomas Simon: Well Kurt, since you’ve been down there, have you been able to do any interviews with any of the competitors?
Kurt Newman: ………………………………Well as you know guys, the athletes have been very busy, getting trained up and being mentally ready. So they really don’t want to be disturbed.
[Michael Phelps suddenly enters the scene and walks past Kurt.]
Bob Herman: Hey! Wasn’t that Michael Phelps?
[Without even looking and still having a smile on his face, Kurt continues his conversation with Bob and Thomas.]
Kurt Newman: ………………………..Nope.
Thomas Simon: He had a gold medal around his neck.
Kurt Newman: …………………………no he didn’t.
Fan: MICHAEL! MICAHEL PHELPS! CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH!
[She runs off the set, leaving Kurt Newman with a smile stiff on his face.]
Kurt Newman: Well, that’s all for now here in London. Back to you guys……………………………………we off? Good. Almost got in trouble there. The head guys over in MPW would be ticked off if they found out the only thing we’ve been doing down here has been drinking, sight-seeing, and making a mess of our hotel rooms. I mean that was crazy a few days ago when we had those ladies over who had that pet sheep. Wooooo, that was some crazy shit that happen that night.…………………what you mean we’re still live?.......................Turn the camera off! Turn it off!
[Kurt leans over to the camera and covers the lens with his hand. The scene goes back to Thomas and Bob who look into the camera stupefied.]
Bob Herman: I told you he was the wrong guy to send down.
Thomas Simon: Shut it!
Nice to finally meet you!
[The scene opens up backstage as John Fisherman is reading MKWB Magazine. Laura Tavares moves in to the frame and stands next to Fisherman smiling. Fisherman closes his magazine and looks glances over at her]
John Fisherman: Can I help you?
Laura Tavares: John Fisherman right? Laura Tavares. Nice to finally meet you!
[Laura extends her hand and John shakes it]
John Fisherman: Nice to meet you too. I have seen your work. Not bad.
Laura Tavares: Oh don’t be silly I already know how good I am. But I have actually taken notice of you. You have an amazing skill set under your belt and amazing moves. It would be my pleasure if you would let me manage you. Your career will sky rocket.
John Fisherman: Thanks but..
Laura Tavares: I know, you want to start right away right? Follow me to my locker room and we will discuss more.
[Laura turns around as Fisherman should follow her and she starts walking away. Ms. Biguns walks in to the screen and steps in front of John Fisherman. Laura notices that he isn’t following behind her and she turns around to see Ms. Biguns standing there with her arms folded]
Laura Tavares: Are you coming John? Is this your mother? Ms. Fisherman I promise to take care of your son and have him rise to stardum quicker than ever!
Ms. Biguns: Listen to me Ms. Tavares. There is room for only one bitch here in MPW and if it came to it, I would out bitch you any day of the week. So why don’t you walk your ass back to your dumb blondes and stay the hell away from MY man.
[Laura stands in front of her smiling]
Laura Tavares: That’s cute really. I see you are jealous because you know I can take his career farther than you ever will. John... The offer is still there now if you’ll excuse me..
[Laura flicks her hair and turns around and walks away. Biguns shakes her head disgusted as the screen fades and goes to commercial.]
Standard Match
Referee: Alex Santiago
Honey Winters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Denver, Colorado!! Weighing in at 227 pounds!!! JOOOOOOHHNNNNNN FIIIIIIIISHERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!
[As the opening riff of "John the Fisherman" echoes across the arena, John Fisherman and Ms. Jasmine Biguns reveal themselves on the stage. They stand side by side, Ms. Biguns hooking her arm around her client's arm as John simply stares into the crowd in disdain. They start walking down the ramp, John ignoring the booes from the crowd as Ms. Biguns agitates them from the comfort of her man's side. When they approach ringside, Ms. Biguns releases her hold, steps back and applauds her man as he performs his signature pose: holding both arms from his signs, his thumbs pointing down and his middle and index finger pointing away (hand gesture like this:,=). After a brief moment in this pose, John leaps onto the apron, as Ms. Biguns walks up the staircase in the corner. John enters through the ropes and sits on the middle rope, allowing Ms. Biguns to enter without the struggle of keeping her short skirt from above the waist. They then both stand in the center of the ring. There, John Fisherman does his signature pose once again, this time with Ms. Biguns beside her, resting one hand on his lower back and holding out her other hand to complete the pair's pose.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent!! Weighing in tonight at 229 pounds!! Hailing from Washington, DC He is CHRIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS MICHAELSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
["Superstar” by Saliva blasts as the crowd pops for the MPW newcomer. Chris makes his way out and gets in the ring to start the match.]
[The bell rings as Michaels quickly charges Fisherman and catches him off guard with a quick spear followed by some hard right and left punches to Fisherman meanwhile he is down. Michaels quickly jumps up to his feet as he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as he looks impressive in his MPW debut. As Fisherman makes his way to his feet Michaels bounces off the nearby rope and hits Fisherman with a hard dropkick that sends him right back down to the mat. Michaels stands up smiling as Fisherman slowly makes his way to his feet. Michaels is ready for him as he quickly hits him with a hard boot to the stomach followed by a quick DDT. Michaels rolls Fisherman over and goes for a quick pin. 1...Kickout. It's going to take a lot more than that to win this match. Michaels quickly gets to his feet and picks Fisherman up by the hair. Michaels grabs Fisherman and whips him hard into the corner where Fisherman hits his back hard. Michaels then charges and jumps in the air for a corner splash but Fisherman is able to move out of the way which sends Michaels stomach first into the corner. Fisherman quickly makes his way to his feet and hits the stumbling Michaels with a quick bulldog. Michaels makes his way to his feet relatively quick and as he does Fisherman bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Michaels is able to duck under it, hit Fisherman with a boot to the stomach, followed by a reverse neck breaker. Michaels wastes no time as he gets to his feet and picks up Fisherman who is slowly making his way to his feet. Michaels grabs him around the head and lifts him up high before holding him up for a few moments and then dropping him down hard with a stalling suplex.]
Thomas Simon: Michaels is looking very impressive in his debut tonight.
[Michaels immediately goes for the pin. 1...2...Kickout! Michaels was able to get closer that time but Fisherman was still able to kick out. Michaels shakes his head as he quickly climbs up to the top rope and stands up tall pumping the crowd up before jumping high in the air and trying to connect with a frog splash that could possibly end this match. Fisherman moves! Mrs. Biguns was able to somehow pull Fisherman in time and as he noticed Michaels coming he was able to roll out of the way with the help of his manager meanwhile the referee didn't see a thing. Michaels goes crashing into the mat stomach first and immediately grabs his stomach after getting some pretty good air on the frog splash. Mrs. Biguns yells for Fisherman to get up and take advantage of the situation. Fisherman is able to get to his feet and as he does he notices Michaels has already made his way to his feet. Fisherman charges him and connects with a hard clothesline that nearly takes Michaels head off. Mrs. Biguns begins to go nuts as Fisherman has finally taken control of the match after a great start from Michaels. Fisherman quickly climbs up to the top rope as he waits for Michaels to get back to his feet and as soon as he does and turns to face him Fisherman jumps off and connects with a hard missile dropkick to the face that sends Michaels all the way across the ring and to the mat grabbing his face in pain. Michaels still doesn't waste any time as he tries to get back to his feet. Fisherman notices and as Michaels is on all fours Fisherman hits him with a hard knee to the face that sends Michaels right back down to the ground. Fisherman begins to throw his arms up at the crowd to get them pumped up but they respond by booing him. He stops for a moment and enjoys the boo's before turning his attention back to Michaels.]
Bob Herman: The fan’s reaction to him pale in comparison to the POP that Ms. Biguns’ biguns gets!
[Fisherman picks Michaels up and quickly hits him with a hard powerslam right in the middle of the ring. Fisherman then quickly climbs up to the top rope and quickly jumps off and connects with a Diving Knee Drop! Fisherman goes for the pin. 1...2...Kickout! Michaels somehow kicks out! Fisherman immediately gets up and begins to argue with the ref about a slow count. As Fisherman argues with the ref Michaels tries to gain his composure and make his way back to his feet. Fisherman notices and immediately goes for another clothesline but Michaels is able to duck under it and then muster all his energy to hit Fisherman with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that immediately sends Fisherman down. Both men are now down as the fans begin to cheer the effort being shown by both men. They both make their way to their feet at about the same time. As they come together Fisherman swings with a right hard at Michaels but Michaels is able to duck under it before hitting him with a kick to the midsection. Michaels then puts Fisherman between his legs and quickly lifts him up and drops him on his head with a hard piledriver. Michaels sits up as the crowd begins to cheer the new MPW star. Michaels stands up and waits for Fisherman to slowly make his way to his feet. As soon as he does Michaels immediately goes for The Debree(Sweet Chin Music). Fisherman ducks under it and as he does Michaels connects with The Debree to the ref! The ref goes down hard! Michaels stands over the ref as he can't believe what he just did! Fisherman is still down but Mrs. Biguns decides to use this time to get in the ring. She goes up behind Michaels and hits him with a hard low blow. Michaels bends over grabbing himself as he turns around to see Mrs. Biguns standing there. She immediately slaps him hard across the face which sends him down to the mat grabbing his groin in serious pain.]
Thomas Simon: Biguns sticking her chest where it doesn’t belong!
Bob Herman: Yeah but it wasn’t my face….I’m sad!
[Mrs. Biguns is all smiles until she looks up and see's MPW TV Champion Justin Fischer running down the ramp with his TV Title over his shoulder. She immediately runs out of the ring and as far away from him as she can. Fisherman is finally recovering in the ring and doesn't realize it as Justin Fischer is now in the ring with his TV Title in hand waiting for Fisherman to turn around. As soon as Fisherman turns to face Fischer he is nailed by the TV Title across the face. Fisherman is out cold in the middle of the ring. Fischer stares down the laid out Fisherman before sliding out of the ring as both Michaels and the ref are finally coming to. Michaels immediately covers Fisherman not even knowing what just happened. The ref slowly begins to count. 1...2...3!! ]
Thomas Simon: Chris Michaels is able to get a win in an impressive debut with the help of MPW TV Champion Justin Fischer!!! What was that about??? Why would Justin interfere?
Bob Herman: Maybe he found that there are other fish in the sea?
Thomas Simon: That’s a tactical facepalm Bobo!
[Camera fades and goes backstage.]
Has TWI been H4ck3d?
[Johnny Clash is sitting in his locker room on the leather couch wearing a full black suit watching How I Met Your Mother sipping on a glass of wine. He laughs at something Marshall says and the door suddenly opens. Rage enters quickly and closes the door behind him and locks it.]
Rage: He’s here.. Johnny he’s here.
Johnny Clash: who’s here?
Rage: You know... “Him”
Johnny Clash: Bob Saget?
Rage: NO Johnny..
[Rage leans over and whispers something to Johnny. Johnny’s eyes light up and he puts his drink down. He wipes his face and stares around the room]
Johnny Clash: This isn’t good Rage. We have big matches tonight, bigger plans!!! You know……what if he interferes??? He has to know we are here and he probably wants revenge..
Rage: Let’s just take a deep breath and not worry about it...
[The lights go out once again and the TV turns to white fuzz. On the screen a face appears in a black mask.]
Loading...... Loading..... Loading...... Killclash.exe
j0HnnY Cl@$H mu$t D13
[The fuzz fades and the tv turns back to How I met your mother. The camera pans over to the couch where Johnny and Rage are awkwardly hugging each other out of fear. The fans in the arena laugh and they quickly pull their arms away and sit silent next to each other]
Johnny Clash: So I’m gonna go umm..
Rage: Yeah I’m going to um go here..
[Both guys get up and walk opposite directions as the scene fades]
What has happened to you??
[An Islamic sound started to play *which sounds like the starting of Muhammad Hassan theme* before his new theme All that remains by Fozzy started to play as Taufik come out with the melodious of jeering from the fans when he makes his way to the ring, in his wrestling gear on as he has a match later on tonight. He slides to the ring and demands for a microphone as he wants to speak.]
Taufik: Looking at each and single one of you makes me sick. Everywhere I go; I see people giving me the cold shoulder as if that I might do something bad to America and here’s a newsflash for you idiot out there; I’m not a terrorist and those people that uses Islam as the reason of every single terrorist attack is not a Muslim, they are bloody extremist.
[The fans keep chanting “USA!USA!USA!” as he look at them in disgust as Taufik continues to speak.]
Taufik: I don't give a damn what you people have to say, in fact, I laughed at each of you people. I’m sick and tired about saying that America is the best place in the world, but one thing for sure that they are hiding very well is that this country runs on greed. You all will disagree with me but you people are all a greedy bunch of bastards. You all...
[As Taufik was speaking, Aidan's theme song “Smackdown” started blasting through the speakers as the fans are erupted in joyfulness as the North American Champion Aidan Caine comes into the ring with a purpose as Taufik extended his hand but Aidan didn’t extend his, looking down at Taufik’s outstretched hand but making no move to accept it.]
Taufik: What? You don’t want to shake my hand anymore?
[Aidan simply stared back, shaking his head for a long moment before speaking into the microphone he’d brought down with him.]
Aidan Caine: Shaking hands is a sign of respect. I'm not so sure I can respect you anymore Taufik.
Taufik: So now you are going to be like that? Idiot. And speaking of greed, look at you Aidan. You're a champion and you qualify for the ROTD match at High Stakes. You can't hold a championship and be in that match. You have to give up one of them.
Aidan Caine: I have been your friend for a long time. So as a friend, you will get some leeway. But only so much. I won't hesitate to send you packing all the way back to Willy Wonka's factory you got me? Nothing’s worse than an Oompa Loompa with a God-complex. And as for Roll of the Dice and my North American title? Well see, the people have spoken and Bill Adams listened. Turns out they like me as their North American Champion. I don't need to give up my title anymore to compete in the match at High Stakes. I just need to give it up when I win and I'm ready to cash in that briefcase. And trust me, when that time comes? I will cash in. If that makes me greedy? Fine! It's a good thing I'm living here in the City of Sin!
Thomas Simon: Whoa! Caine just dropped a bombshell there!
Bob Herman: Taufik is right though. Caine is greedy. He shouldn’t be able to have both!
Thomas Simon: Why not? He EARNED both!?
Taufik: That makes my statement even more clear for the world to see. The world now knows, by your own words, that you're greedy and this country is run by greed. One is never enough for you is it? Winning the North American title and having the chance of getting that briefcase.
Aidan Caine: Hey I didn't ask for that! I was fully prepared to give up this title belt to continue on in the Roll of the Dice match. The decision was out of my hands. And who in the hell do you think you are coming out here and judging me, your friend, judging all these people?! Huh? You beat up a woman last week man and you think that makes you BETTER than any one of us? I'm doing my job. I’m going for the same prize that everyone else here in this company is so don’t you dare act like that’s a crime! What are you doing other than making an ass of yourself in front of the entire world?
Taufik: I’m making a fool out of myself? I'm telling the world how much of a scumbag place this country is!
Aidan Caine: Well if this country is so full of scumbags, and is such a greedy, immoral, terrible place to be, then why don’t you do us all a favor and just get the hell out of it!
Aidan Caine: Look man I’m going to end this right here and now before we both do something we might regret. We have been friends for a long time, way before we came to the MPW, and I have known you long enough to know that THIS… whatever this is, is not the Taufik I know or even want to know. I hope you know what you are doing. Because for the first time since I’ve known you, I have no idea what you are thinking. I’m not doing this.
Thomas Simon: Aidan Caine not looking for a fight here Bob, at least not with his old friend Taufik.
Bob Herman: FORMER friend. I think former is the word you are looking for and please, Caine just doesn’t want to go toe to toe with Taufik and risk getting injured so close to his first title defense next week against Kried.
[Tossing his microphone down Caine turned his back on Taufik to walk out before things went too far. Taufik looked infuriated at this however and no sooner had Caine taken two steps to leave then Taufik charged at him from behind with a cheap shot to the back of the head. The arena erupted in heat as an unsuspecting Caine fell to his knees, grabbing the turnbuckle to try and hold himself up. Taufik took his friend down to the mat with a hard knee to the kidney and began to pummel on the North American Champion with rights, lefts, and kicks that came so fast Caine couldn’t seem to regroup. As the world watched a figure suddenly darted out from the backstage area and ran down the ramp, climbing into the ring. Camilla. Taufik roughly shoved Caine to the mat outside the ring with a kick to the gut and then abruptly turned when Camilla grabbed his arm to try and make him stop. The fans couldn’t hear what he was shouting at her but suddenly she was backing up, holding her hands up defensively and crying. The cameras got closer and their microphones picked up Taufik screaming at Camilla in a language that was definitely not English. He looked furious. Then he unexpectedly pushed Camilla down to the mat, continuing to stand over her and scream. She looked terrified and seemed to be trying to talk some sense into him when he suddenly grabbed her by the back of her hair.]
Thomas Simon: Oh no! It looks like we’re going to see a repeat of last week! It looks like Taufik is going for his signature Crossface on Camilla!
[Taufik had thrown Camilla face first down onto the mat and looked just about ready to sink in the painful hold when from the back Chris Cable again runs out from the back. The crowd POPS as Cable gets in the ring just Taufik who saw Cable right away slid back out of the ring. Cable looks at Taufik furious but tends to Camilla. Taufik smiles and then slides into the ring unbeknownst to Cable. Cable gets to his feet and is immediately with a modified rear naked choke hold. Taufik has snapped. Outside the ring Caine is slowly coming to and sees Taufik choking out Cable. Caine has anger in his eyes but before he can do anything he is attacked from behind by Rage!!! Rage helps Caine to his feet and lifts him up high in a stalling suplex then brings him down nailing the Northern Touch!!! Caine is out cold as Rage just yells at Caine…..”Pay more attention to the task at hand. Not a confused shine boy!”….Officials run down and finally gets Taufik to break the hold on the unconscious Chris Cable. Taufik stands up as the fans boo loudly as the screen cuts to commercial break.]