Post by MPW ADMIN on Aug 28, 2012 0:37:14 GMT -5
Date:: Monday, August 27th, 2012
Channel: WTN (Wrestling Television Network)
Venue: Orleans Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time:: 9pm EST/ 5pm PST
Thomas Simon: Hello MPW Nation and welcome to the Monday Night’s Main Event!!!!!!!!! We are fresh off MPW's first ever Pay Per View!!!!!
Bob Herman: That we are it was an absolutely non stop show!
Thomas Simon: That it was Bobo! We went off the air with our very first MPW World Champion being crowned and we will hear from him later tonight! Also we saw Bill Adams trick us all and gain control of MPW with TWI's help.....One can't help but wonder what Adams now has in store for MPW! But tonight we promise you nothing but th........What?.....what's this?
Everyone bought it!
["Welcome to the Fold" by Filter blasts throughout the arena and the crowd looks confused.]
Thomas Simon: Fans I'm not too sure just what is going on right now....this is not music we have heard before in MPW....It could just be a slight.......oh wait...here is our answer its Bill Adams and his new cronies!
[Bill Adams walks out with Titan in tow. TWI follow them. Clash has the NYCCW title draped over his shoulder. Rage is walking alongside Jason Xavier. The five men go down the ramp as the boos just rain down all over them. Titan gets up the ring steps first and hold the ropes so Adams can get in. Adams goes to the corner and demands the microphone. Honey Winters complies as Bill starts talking.]
Bill Adams: Well....well.....well! Boy did we sure pull a good old swerve on all of you especially the now former CEO of MPW Shawn Hall!
[The crowd boos and begins a small "We Want Hall!" chant.]
Bill Adams: That's right....chant it louder! He just may be able to hear you from the unemployment line! I want you all to take a good look at just what stands in front of you here tonight! Johnny Clash, Rage and Jason Xavier....THE True Wrestling Icons! Titan....one of the largest men in our industry today....he is an unstoppable force as Apostle Kried found out last week! Then you have me....the top dog in this here company....Mister William Adams! Now that I have total control of MPW I am feeling very generous.....Rage! Tonight in the main event you will get another shot for the Roll of the Dice briefcase when you go one on one with Aidan Caine.......oh and I will be the special guest referee!
[Rage smiles towards Bill Adams. Bill then passes the mic to Johnny Clash.]
Johnny Clash: you ignorant sheep don’t know True Wrestling Icon’s when you see them.
[Johnny gets the loudest boo thus far by the crowd]
Johnny Clash: Last week at High Stakes we shocked the world in helping Mr. Adams regain power over HIS COMPANY!
[Johnny laughs and looks over at the NYCCW title]
Johnny Clash: I think the highlight of my week was watching Drake Hunter leave the arena last week with his head hanging after I defeated him in probably one of the most grueling matches of my career. I retained the right to be called the best in the wrestling industry and go down in history as the last ever and longest reigning NYCCW Champion!
[The crowd boos some more as Clash smirks and nods]
Johnny Clash: Now that I have won the right to call myself the last ever NYCCW Champion, I will put the Championship where it belongs. It deserves honor, dignity and a great place to call it’s home. No no I’m not talking about a glass case on my mantle..
[Johnny pulls the garbage can from next to him and looks at the crowd who boos some more. He takes the belt and checks himself in it like a mirror. He than drops the belt in to the trash as the rest of TWI, and Adams laugh]
[The fans boo as Johnny hands the mic over back to Bill Adams. He is about to speak before being interrupted by "Enemy" by Fozzy. A woman walks out with a microphone in hand. She climbs into the ring and starts speaking directly to Bill Adams.]
Woman: Let me get an introduction out of the way for the crowd and to you William. I am Kelly Ann Hale.....I am on the Board of Directors that run MKWB Inc. which so happens to own Millennium Pro Wrestling! Last week you had a match with the man that we employed to be CEO of MPW....One Shawn Hall...he resigned last week which I am assuming is because of the result of your match. Now congratulations on the victory but there is a little problem with the stipulation as result of that match.....You see control of the company was not a decision that you....nor the Mr. Hall could make William.....It is purely a decision that can only be made by the Board of Directors and last board meeting....I'm afraid I don't recall you being there...
Bill Adams: Um...I wasn't made aware of any meeting....
Kelly Ann Hale: Why would you? All you are is the General Manager....that's like inviting the Janitor to a School Board meeting. All you do is clean up crap! From the look of what is in the ring.....well except for Mr. Clash over there.....call me!....is all I can see in this ring.....
[Crowd POPS huge!]
Kelly Ann Hale: Enough of the fun....Why I am here is simple.....You William do not have full control of MPW! The new CEO does!
Bill Adams: WHAT?!?!?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!!?! THIS IS MY SHOW! THIS IS MY COMPAN.....
Kelly Ann Hale: Mr. Adams I suggest you rethink those words.....The new CEO hasn't arrived yet but when he does....he will make his presence felt!
[Enemy blasts as Kelly Ann Hale walks out of the ring and Bill Adams looks infuriated in the ring.]
Thomas Simon: This is HUGE! Look at Bill Adams! I've never seen someone be able to shut him up so quickly before!
Bob Herman: You think my man Clash will actually call Kelly?
Thomas Simon: The news we just hear and THAT is what you take from that?!?!?
Bob Herman: Well.....yeah....did you see her? I mean if I had my Viagra with me I would tear.....her.....
Thomas Simon: AND right there is where I stop that Bobo! Fans we are going to a commercial and will be right back.
Standard Match
Referee: Jude Mason
Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first from Budford, Montana, weighing in at 235 lbs he is Bloodhound!!!!!!!
[Of Wolf and Man by Metallica begins to in the arena. After a few seconds, Bloodhound emerges from the back. AS the lyrics "Off through the new days mist I run Out from the new days mist I have come" Bloodhound raises his and head and howls several time before dropping to a knee. He looks around, getting his senses acquainted to his surroundings and then intensely studies the ring. After a few seconds, he gets back onto his feet and makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans. He enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and spring boarding over the top rope.]
Honey Winters: and his opponent from Tampa, Florida weighing in at 132 lbs she is ROXI JOHNSON!!!!
["Outsider" by Green Day plays as Roxi to the cheer of the fans makes her way to the ring.]
[The bell rings as Roxi Johnson and Bloodhound begin to circle each other as the match is about to begin. Johnson uses her speed as she quickly bounces off the ropes and hits Bloodhound with a dropkick to the chest that barely fazes him. He smiles at her as he shakes his head. She bounces off the ropes yet again and hits him with another dropkick, this one sends him reeling back a little bit but not much. She can't believe the strength of the much bigger Bloodhound as she comes closer to him and slaps him hard across the face which can be heard all the way throughout the arena. She goes to slap him again but this time he grabs her arm before she's able to hit him and pushes her back sending her flying across the ring. She wastes no time though as she quickly jumps up to the top rope and this time connects with a fast missile dropkick that does send Bloodhound crashing down to the mat. He quickly gets back to his feet and as he does she attempts to hit him with a superkick which he is able to catch. He spins her around before connecting with a hard standing still clothesline that nearly takes her head off! He quickly picks her up by her hair and connects with a belly to belly suplex that sends Johnson flying all the way across the ring. Bloodhound is using his size to take control of this matchup. He quickly grabs her around the head and locks in what looks to be a hard headlock to Johnson. She tries to squirm free but his hold is too tight for her to break it. She is slowly begin to lose consciousness but somehow is able to get to her feet meanwhile he still has the headlock locked in pretty tight. She finally throws two hard elbows to the ribs of Bloodhound which causes him to let go of the hold. She bounces off the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the back of the knee of Bloodhound which sends him down to his knees. She then connects with an Enziguri to the back of his head that sends him straight down! She flips him over as she goes for the pin! 1...2..Kickout!]
Thomas Simon: Roxi surprising the much bigger Bloodhound here so far!
[Bloodhound is somehow able to get a shoulder up and extend this match after a very impressive Enziguri to Bloodhound. She sits up frustrated before beginning to stomp on the body of Bloodhound to ensure he won't quickly make his way to his feet. The referee has to pull her away to stop her. Bloodhound is slowly making his way to his feet as Roxi Johnson walks over to him and helps him to his feet before irish whipping him into the ropes but Bloodhound is able to reverse it and irish whip her into the ropes but she jumps off the second rope and connects with a Springboard Hurricanrana! Bloodhound goes down again! She quickly goes for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! He does it again. It's going to take a lot more than that for her to pull this win over the much bigger Bloodhound. She waits for him to slowly make his way to his feet and as soon as he does she hits him with a boot to the stomach before grabbing him around the neck and hitting him with a Tornado DDT! She considers going for the pin, but instead decides to climb up to the top rope. As she gets to the top she stands up straight and pumps up the crowd before jumping off with a frog splash! She flew all the way across the ring and connected with a frog splash! She goes for the pin again! 1...2..Kickout! What a display being shown here by both these wrestlers as neither one is willing to give up. Roxi sits up frustrated as she thought she had the match won that time. She drags Bloodhounds body closer to the middle of the ring before climbing to the top rope yet again. This time she jumps off with a imploding senton bomb but this time Bloodhound moves and she goes crashing into the mat face first! Both Johnson and Bloodhound are now on the ground in pain as the fans begin to cheer for Roxi to get back up.]
Bob Herman: Quick heads up move done by Bloodhound there.
[They both slowly make their way to their feet and as they do Johnson charges Bloodhound but this time he's expecting it and lifts her up before slamming her down hard on her back with a brutal spinebuster! The crowd goes silent as he threw her down like a little child on that move. Bloodhound hooks her leg for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! The much smaller Roxi Johnson shows a lot of heart there as she is able to somehow kick out! Bloodhound sits up as he begins to complain to the ref about a slow count. He quickly picks her up by the hair before lifting her up off the ground and holding her there sideways for a few moments before dropping her back onto his knee for a backbreaker. Bloodhound has now taken complete control of this match yet again. He picks her up and grabs her by the neck before lifting her up high in the air and then dropping her on her back with a stalling suplex.]
Thomas Simon: Bloodhound showing his complete advantage with his power over Roxi!
[Bloodhound picks Roxi up and turns her around before grabbing her around the neck looking to go for The Bite. This could be over! Roxi somehow flips herself over Bloodhound and breaks his hold before ending up behind him with his back turned to her. She quickly rolls him up and the ref immediately begins to count! 1...2...3!!!]
Thomas Simon: She did it!! By Gawd Roxi did it! She somehow beat the bigger Bloodhound in an impressive showing by both sides.
[Roxi quickly bounces up as "Outsider" hits and the ref raises her hand. Bloodhound angrily gets up and shoves the referee out of the way before grabbing Roxi by the neck and he lifts her up high and drops her down with a choke slam. The fans boo as he picks her up by her hair yet again. Another referee slides in the ring to stop it but Bloodhound just kicks him in the stomach before lifting him up over his head and throwing him into the other refs that were oncoming. He then picks Roxi up by the back of her head and hits her with The Bite! Roxi is laid out in the ring as Bloodhounds music hits and he just stands over her body.]
Thomas Simon: There was no need for that at all! Somebody needs to control him!
Bob Herman: That's what she gets for celebrating a cheap win!
Thomas Simon: Come on Bobo! That's a bit much!
Cheer up mate!
[Scene fades into the underground parking lot in Orleans Arena. A cherry red 1965 Mustang pulls into the arena with the license plate saying "BLAZED" The car stops and Jackson Blaze gets out. He has some bandages on him still feeling the effects from his battle with Trey last week. Jay Wyatt runs into the picture.]
Jay Wyatt: Blaze! Blaze! I wanted to get your thoughts on your brutal, legendary battle with Trey from High Stakes.
[Jay shoves the microphone in his face as Blaze just looks at Jay and says nothing.]
Jay Wyatt: Um....did you hear my question Jackson?
[Drake Hunter comes into the scene as Jackson's attention turns to him.]
Drake Hunter: Why the sad face there Jackie boy? Oh right you lost the world title match. Well I lost to but you don't see me sulking! Cheer up mate! At least you have your health...........kinda......
[Jackson just looks Drake up and down and chooses to walk away.]
Drake Hunter: Wow! Lose a match and he becomes a little depressed bitch about it.
Jay Wyatt: Makes you kind of miss the real Jackson Blaze huh?....wonder where he is?
Drake Hunter: The 'real' Jackson Blaze? I don't think he's ever shown up!
[Scene fades back to inside the arena.]
Little Miss Piggy
[As the cameras fade back to the arena, it is suddenly flooded by the boos of the crowd as "John the Fisherman" echoes, and John Fisherman and Ms. Biguns reveal themselves on the stage. Not as confident as they have been in recent weeks however, they made their way into the ring.]
Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome MS. BIGUNS and JOHN FISHERMAN!!
Thomas Simon: Well, John Fisherman is scheduled for a match later tonight, but he doesn't look too happy, especially after what happened last night.
Bob Herman: And neither does Ms. Biguns. I think she needs a little lovin' if you know what I mean...
[They both enter the ring through the ropes, where Ms. Biguns demands a microphone.]
Ms. Biguns: If you all don't mind...Shut up I'm trying to speak!!
[The crowd boos even louder as she tries to speak.]
Ms. Biguns: If you all don't mind, my client would like to say a few words.
[She hands the microphone to her client, who's usually cocky smirk has disappeared.]
John Fisherman: For those of you who don't know it yet, my name is John Fisherman, and at High Stakes last week, you all witnessed what was a travesty of justice. Everyone knows that I would have won that Roll of the Dice match. Kurt Newman knows it, Bloodhound knows it, Enigma knows it, Rage knows it, and even Aidan Caine knows it. But most of all, Justin Fischer knows it. Justin knew that I had that match won, and so he brought it upon himself to take matters into his own hands and stop me from achieving what I promised you all what I would do. Justin cost me that match, and you know why? Because he is jealous. He has been jealous of me since I first got here, and that is why he has been making life for us here a living hell. He has cost me match after match, and he has verbally assaulted the most beautiful manager to ever grace the wrestling world week after week. You know what Justin? Stipulations or not, you know that I'm better than you, and it's only a matter of time before I get a championship to prove just how great I am, and how pathetic you really are. Justin, this is my kingdom, and very soon I will...
[Suddenly "Lights Out" cuts off John mid-sentence, much to the disapproval of the fans. Both John and Ms. Biguns look up to the stage, where the one and only Justin Fischer appears, with the Television title draped across his shoulder. He already has a microphone in hand, as well as a wicked smirk on his face.]
Justin Fischer: Yes, I'm jealous. Jealous of the people who don't know you!
[The camera notices the disgruntled face on John's face as he glares at his adversary.]
Justin Fischer: You really want to know why I attacked you last week? because the fans needed to know that you are a pathetic waste of their time...that and it's damn funny to keep dangling things away from you like a proverbial carrot
[John is clearly upset, but it's Ms. Biguns who snatches the microphone from his hand.]
Ms. Biguns: Justin, no one here cares about what you think! It's only a matter of time before my man finally takes his spot as the king of this company, and by the time that happens, everyone will completely forget about the worthless flea that you are!
[Justin isn't even phased by the insult, as the smirk grows at the sight of the furious Ms. Biguns]
Justin Fischer: Oh my god...it actually talks? Too bad it's nothing worth while. I would have thought that with everything, you would have least practiced some decent insults. Really Jasmine... a flea? I'm disappointed. Come on shock me, say something intelligent back boobzilla.
Ms. Biguns: Shut up! Stop calling me that!
Justin Fischer: oh would you rather I called you a cow? it seems that you like to call other girls that...taking your frustrations out on poor Laura when I'm the one you're angry at. I wonder why that is...could it be that you have a little crush on me.... I wouldn't expect any less from a chubster like you. You may have grown up...got some surgery but deep down we never change...and you'll always been a little oinker.
Justin Fischer: Now for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, perhaps I should enlighten you all.
Ms. Biguns: No! Don't you dare!
Justin Fischer: You know, I think I will dare. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Little Miss Piggy!
[As Justin points to the titantron, suddenly there is an image of a young girl, rather big for her age, eating some cotton candy at what appeared to be a carnival.]
[Upon the sight of this image, portions of the crowd began laughing. Clearly upset, Ms. Biguns has dropped the microphone and started screaming. Again, John has to calm her down. Justin is looking up at the screen as well with a half amused look on his face. he turns back to the ring.]
Justin Fischer: Listen to me sweet cheeks....you made a huge mistake when you started messing with me. I can find so many little useful tidbits about you and your 'man' and you'll find absolutely nothing on me. Your nothing but a sad sorry little girl that had no friends and got beat up by an older sister. Just an ugly little piggy.
[John hugs Ms. Biguns, trying to calm her down, as the crowd begins to chant "Piggy! Piggy!" In a screeching voice, Ms. Biguns yells for the crowd to shut up, but the chants continued. Refusing to take any more, she suddenly slides out of the ring and starts running up the ramp, trying to cover the tears in her eyes. She runs past Justin through the curtain, laughing in her face as she darts past.]
John Fisherman: That's enough!!
[Suddenly Justin turns back to face John in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.]
John Fisherman: Justin, you've gone too far this time! Title or not, I want you in a match! I want to beat the piss out of you, and I want to do it right now! I want to show the world, once and for all, what a jealous pussy you really are! Come on, let's go!
[John slams the microphone onto the canvas, possibly damaging it, as he challenges Justin to step into the ring, but Justin does not move.]
Justin Fischer: Your joking right? You really want to be humiliated more? ha. And as for this title...you can't challenge me for it until the first show after the ppv. Part of the clause of being in the ROTD match correct? The only way your getting a match mutton Jeff is if Bill Adams makes it and if he does...whatever, I'll just kick your ass again otherwise I'm not giving you squat. You can stand there and claim whatever the hell you want, doesn't really matter because who has the belt on their shoulder right now eh? Just remember John, in the end...I always win.
[And with that, Shakes his head as he leaves the stage and his music resumes. John is standing in the ring, furious about what had just transpired, as the camera fades to a commercial break.]
Standard Match
Referee: Howard Green
Honey Winters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Melbourne, Australia, Weighing in at 230 pounds!!! CHRIS CABLE!!!!!
["Machinehead" by Bush blasts as Cable comes to the stage doing a 360 spin and follows up by showing his elbow to the crowd. He walks to the ring and does the same in the ring with fireworks going off on the corner posts.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent!! Weighing in tonight at 210 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada......He is JASON XAVIER!!!!
[As "X Gonna Give It to Ya" By DMX begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form. Paige follows closely behind him. He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring as Paige walks to the side of the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form.]
[The bell sounds, both men slowly move towards one another. They lock up, as they do Xavier slowly walks Chris back against the ropes, Howard Green calls for a break. Xavier slowly steps back moving back away from Chris. Both men circle one another. They lock back up, as they do Xavier grabs Chris around his arm taking it slowly around into a wristlock. Chris rolls forward, as the bridges back up reversing the hold taking Xavier into a wristlock. Xavier stands grimacing in pain, as Chris twist his arm slowly adding to the pain. Xavier moves out of his wristlock into a rear waistlock on Chris. Xavier stands with his arms locked around Chris, as he tries to get free. Chris grabs a hold of Xavier’s hands, and quickly moves around reversing the waistlock. Xavier blocks the waistlock attempt grabbing onto Chris’ arm. He pulls him around whipping him into the corner. Xavier runs in at him, but Chris pulls his leg up kicking him in the face. Xavier stumbles around, as he does Chris runs out of the corner. Xavier leans over flipping him over with a back body drop.]
Thomas Simon: That is one way to put your opponent down.
Bob Herman: You can say that again.
[Xavier pulls Chris up to his feet. He hits him with a stiff forearm shot. Xavier grabs Chris around his head into a side headlock. Chris sends him off. Xavier hits off the ropes. He runs back at Chris, as he does Chris leapfrogs up and over him. Xavier runs hitting off the ropes. He runs back at Chris, but Chris drops down onto the mat. Xavier runs over him hitting off the ropes. Xavier runs back at Chris, as he does both men jump up for a dropkick. They both get back to their feet again, but again they jump up at the same time for a dropkick. Both men sit on one knee, as the fans jump to their feet clapping the effort. Both men move to their feet. They move into a lock up. Xavier grabs Chris around his head taking him over with a side headlock takedown. Xavier locks his arms tight around his head, as Chris tries to get free. Howard Green checks on the hold, but Chris doesn’t give up. Chris pulls his legs up taking Xavier into a head scissors. Xavier quickly pushes his way out moving to his feet.]
Thomas Simon: Jason Xavier broke out of the head scissors with no real effort at all.
Bob Herman: I think Chris Cable was just happy to be out of that headlock.
[Chris moves to his feet. Both men move slowly around one another. They move to lock up, as they do Chris kicks Xavier in his stomach. He quickly hits him with a stiff open palm strike followed by a stiff European upper cut. Xavier stumbles back against the ropes. Chris walks over grabbing Xavier off the ropes. He pulls him into the middle of the ring. Chris picks Xavier up throwing him down with an inverted exploder suplex. Chris covers him; Howard Green counts 1….2 kick out. Chris pulls Xavier to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Chris runs in at him, but Xavier moves out of the way. Xavier pulls Chris around out of the corner. He grabs him around his head. Xavier picks Chris up, and drops him down with a snap suplex. Xavier gets to his feet he moves back into the corner. Xavier climbs up onto the second rope. He jumps off landing down onto Chris with a front elbow drop. Xavier covers him; Howard Green counts 1….2 kick out.]
Bob Herman: The action is back and forth, and I love it.
[Both men get to their feet, as they do Xavier hits Chris with a stiff forearm shot. Chris staggers back, as he does Xavier runs at him, but Chris leans over flipping Xavier up, and over the top rope out onto the ring apron. Xavier stands on the ring apron. Chris turns around, jumps up hitting him with a stiff enziguri that knocks him off the ring apron down onto the floor. Chris moves out to the ring apron. He stands looking back waiting for Xavier to get to his feet. Xavier moves to his feet, as he does Chris moves up the ropes. He jumps off landing down onto Xavier with an Asai moonsault. Both men are lying on the floor, as the fans are going wild.]
Thomas Simon: Listen to this crowd!!
Bob Herman: I know I can barely hear myself think!!
[Chris gets to his feet slowly. He pulls Xavier to his feet. Chris whips Xavier into the security railing. Xavier hits his shoulder against the security railing, and falls onto the floor. Xavier rolls around holding his shoulder in pain. Chris grabs Xavier’s arm slamming it down across the security railing. Chris pulls his arm down across the railing, as Xavier screams in pain. Chris pulls Xavier up. He pulls his arm back around behind his back into a hammerlock. Chris runs Xavier into the ring post. Xavier falls onto the floor on his knees holding at his shoulder. Chris runs at him kicking him in his shoulder. Chris pulls Xavier to his feet shoving him back into the ring. Chris slides in behind him. Chris grabs Xavier slowly moving up onto his shoulders into a cross armbreaker, and moves into an armbar. Chris locks on the armbar, as Xavier screams in pain.]
Thomas Simon: Chris Cable has that armbar locked on tight!!
[Chris pulls back, as Xavier screams in pain. Howard Green asks him if he gives up, but Xavier shakes his head no. Chris pulls back with even more force Xavier screams in pain. Howard Green asks Xavier again if he gives up, but again he says no. Chris pulls back even more adding even more pressure onto Xavier’s arm. Howard Green gets over Xavier asking him if he gives up, but he shakes his head no. With his free arm Xavier tries to get to the ropes, but he isn’t close enough. Chris pulls on his arm, as he screams in pain. Xavier reaches out toward the ropes with his free arm. He manages to pull himself around getting his feet on the bottom rope. Chris breaks the hold.]
Thomas Simon: Say what you want about Xavier but he displays pure toughness!
[Chris pulls Xavier to his feet, as Xavier holds to his arm. Chris grabs his arm, and goes to slam it across the top rope, but Xavier blocks it. Xavier turns hitting Chris with his good arm. He hits him with stiff forearm shots. Xavier kicks him in his stomach. He grabs him around his head with his good arm. Xavier runs dropping Chris down with a bulldog. Xavier slowly gets to his fee clutching at his arm. He steps through the ropes. Xavier makes his way up the ropes. Xavier stands on the top rope. He jumps off landing down onto Chris with an elbow drop. Xavier covers him, Howard Green counts 1…..2 kick out.]
Thomas Simon: Jason Xavier keeps fighting even though his arm has to be in tremendous pain.
[Xavier pulls Chris to his feet. He hits him with a pair of stiff punches. Xavier pulls him around whipping him into the corner. Xavier runs at him, as he stumbles out of the corner. Xavier grabs him around his head dropping Chris down with a swinging neckbreaker. Xavier gets to his feet. He pulls Chris’ legs up. Xavier kicks him in his mid-section with a stiff kick. Xavier pulls Chris to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Xavier runs in at him, but Chris pulls his leg up kicking Xavier in his face. He staggers back around the ring. Chris moves up the ropes. He jumps off landing down onto Xavier’s back with the mushroom stomp with both feet. Chris pulls Xavier to his feet. He leans him over hooking up his arms. ]
Thomas Simon: What is Cable doing?!?
[Chris pulls him up, and drops Xavier down with a double arm backbreaker. Xavier staggers to his feet. Chris leans over picking him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. Chris runs dropping him down with a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Chris bounces to his feet. He runs moving up into the middle rope. He jumps off landing down onto Xavier with a moonsault. Chris covers him, Howard Green counts 1……2 kick out. Both men get to their feet. Chris whips Xavier into the ropes. He hits off the ropes Chris goes for a clothesline, but Xavier ducks under it. Xavier runs hitting off the ropes. He runs back at Chris for a clothesline, but he ducks under it. Chris turns for an open palm strike, but Xavier dodges out of the way. Xavier rolls up Cable and gets a big handful of the tights. 1………….2……………3!!!!!]
Thomas Simon: What a way to ruin a very good match!
Bob Herman: Bottom line here Tommy Boy…..Xavier gets the win!
Damn, this thing is heavy!
[The scene cuts over to Tim Bowers as he’s walking down a hall. He stops though as he hears Kurt Newman and Aidan Caine talking in another room. The door is ajar enough where Tim can lean by the door and listen onto the conversation with Kurt and Aidan, but not able to see them.]
Aidan Caine: I have to tell you man. I like yours more. It’s just so big and unique.
Kurt Newman: Yeah but you got that classic 70’s look to yours. I have to ask though, how do you get yours so smooth? I’ve tried a bunch of stuff to get mine to sparkle more, but I can’t get anything close to what you got.
Aidan Caine: You just get any polishing stuff and you just rub away at it. It might get a little messy and your wrist might hurt, but fight through the pain and it’s going to look so awesome that the ladies won’t be able to get off it.
Kurt Newman: I’ll keep that in mind.
Aidan Caine: Why do you have your face on yours any ways? Seems…….I don’t know…….strange.
Kurt Newman: What!?! Everyone loves to see this face, mostly the ladies. My face should be on everything anyways. Some Newman wouldn’t be too bad on you now that I think about it. Here. Hold it and see what you think.
Aidan Caine: Damn, this thing is heavy. It’s like holding onto a small kid, but it’s around your waste.
Kurt Newman: Yeah, carrying it around messes up my spine. It’s worth it though I think.
[Tim has a huge smile on his face as he thinks he has a major story. He waves the camera man to come in closer and tells him to be quiet. Tim gets himself ready before crashing through the door and surprises Kurt and Aiden.]
Tim Bowers: Kurt, Aidan! How long has this relationship been………….…going…………….on.
[Tim is shocked not to see Aiden and Kurt naked, but Kurt holding onto the Awesome Title and Caine holding onto the North American Title. Kurt and Caine look over at Tim with a ‘what the fuck face’ as they try to figure out what Tim is doing.]
Aidan Caine: What the heck are you talking about Tim?
[Tim stumbles as he tries to figure out the right words for the situation.]
Tim Bowers: Well……um……I thought…….I thought……you guys were talking about your ummmmmmmm……….your…….your penises.
[Kurt can’t help but fall to the ground and laugh his ass off as Caine does a face palm to the face. Kurt stops and wipes the tears from his face as he addresses Tim.]
Kurt Newman: Get the fuck out of here before I kick it out Tim.
[Tim shamefully walks away as Kurt gets back to his feet and looks over at Caine.]
Aidan Caine: I can’t believe he was thinking we were talking about our junk.
Kurt Newman: I know right. I mean I already know mines bigger but that’s just stupid.
[Caine raises an eye brow.]
Aidan Caine: How do you know yours is bigger than mine?
Kurt Newman: Well Kurt Jr. is pretty big. I mean if you want to throw down, I don’t mind dropping my pants and putting Caine Jr. to shame.
[Caine has a stupefied look on his face as he slowly walks away from Kurt]
Kurt Newman: Well it was good talking to you bro! Good luck with your match tonight!
[Scene fades and goes to inside the ring.]
Submission Match
Referee: Alex Santiago
Honey Winters: The following match is a Submission match!!! Introducing first………..from Tampa, Florida by way of Singapore, weighing in at 250 pounds…………he is TAUFIK!!!
[As soon as the intro of Taufik theme started, the fans immediately jeers because they know what's coming next. Taufik step pout of the curtain looking at the fans in disgust before spitting onto the floor signifying the dirty soils in America. He makes his way into the while exchanging words with the fans. When he reaches to the steps, he raises both of his hands high up while saying Allah with much passion before entering the ring. Once he reached to the ring, he looks at the fans while waiting for his opponent.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent…...hailing from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 215 pounds………he is “PUNK” DRAKE HUNTER!!!!
[The beginning of "Bound" by Disturbed begins to play through the loudspeakers as Drake Hunter walks out from the back and stretches his arms out wide, posing for the fans before he takes a couple of steps forward and pumps his fist in the air, setting off a set of fireworks. He then walks to the ring quite quickly, high fiving fans as he goes along. He runs into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising both of his fists high in the air before executing a signature "Sweet Dreams" taunt as he places both of his hands on the side of his head. He jumps down and the entrance finishes.]
[Alex Santiago quickly calls for the bell as Taufik and Drake lock up; Taufik gets the better advantage and goes behind Drake locking in a hammerlock hold before nailing a Hammerlock Single Arm DDT which drives Drake shoulder first directly into the mat. Taufik begins to stomp away at the Drake's shoulder before stretching the injured affected arm out on the mat and repeatedly driving his knee into Drake's shoulder multiple times. After the third or fourth knee shot Taufik brings Drake back to his feet before dropping him with a Armbar Takedown before going back to work on the shoulder by repeatedly driving his knee into the affected arm. Taufik lifts Drake back to his feet and locks in in a criss-cross Stranglehold before dropping to his back and driving his knee directly into Drake's neck which cause Drake to roll around on the mat holding his neck. Taufik rolls Drake on to his stomach before repeatedly bouncing off of the ropes and driving his knee into Drake's neck.]
Thomas Simon: Taufik seems very much focused tonight to work over Drake’s neck.
[Taufik reapplies the criss cross stranglehold but this time pulls back on the hold locking in a modified camel clutch. The referee asks if Drake wants to give it up but Drake yells at him to back off. Taufik begins to stand up still with the criss cross stranglehold still locked in on Drake and pulls Drake up to his feet before dropping Drake this time with a modified neckbreaker. Taufik spring boards off of the ropes and nails a leg drop right across Drake's throat. Taufik lifts Drake up on to his shoulder in a fireman's carry position before dropping Drake neck first across his knee which causes Drake to roll around on the mat in pain. Taufik smiles as he rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring and brings on a steel chair. Taufik rolls back in the ring just as Drake gets to his feet and nails Drake with a sickening chair-shot to the head that is held around the arena. Taufik stands over Drake and alternates between bringing the chair down on the back of Drake's neck and the injured right shoulder of Drake. After repeated shots to the neck and shoulder of Drake, Taufik stands up and lays the chair flat on the mat before picking up Drake and nailing a Lifting leg hook reverse DDT on to the chair.]
Bob Herman: Drake has had some rough matches since MPW first opened its doors.
[Taufik opens the steel chair up and puts Drake's arm in the chair before climbing the turnbuckle with a sick smile on his face. Taufik jumps off of the top rope and nails a high angle senton bomb directly on to the chair and Drake's right arm and shoulder. Taufik clutches his back briefly before kicking the chair a way as Drake rolls around the mat in serious pain clutching at his right shoulder. Taufik grabs a hold of Drake's right arm before locking in a crippler crossface on Drake. Drake can be heard screaming in pain behind his mask. The referee can be seen asking Drake is he quits. Drake yells at the ref again to back off and he will never quit.]
Thomas Simon: What resiliency being shown by Punk!
[Taufik pulls back more but Drake will not break. The crowd starts cheering for Drake as he starts to summon up some strength. Drake in a last ditch effort manages to roll Taufik over forcing him to break the hold. Drake quickly rolls out of the ring as Taufik gets right back to his feet and tries hitting some falling elbow drops. Taufik gets up frustrated and attempts again but Drake uses his quickness and drop toe holds Taufik. Drake bounces up out of no where and grabs the chair. Taufik turns around attempting a spinning elbow but instead of meeting Drake’s face, The Savior’s elbow nails a steel chair. He grabs his elbow in pain as Drake tosses the chair to Taufik. Taufik catches it and then Drake hits a standing dropkick driving the chair into Taufik’s face. Taufik staggers back against the ropes and Drake grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. On the rebound Drake jumps and nails a hurricanrana driver on Taufik. Taufik sits up dazed and falls back down on his side. Drake grabs his shoulder in pain but just shakes it off. Drake lays Taufik flat on his back then runs against the ropes and hits a rolling senton bomb on the way back. Drake gets up right away then proceeds to nail Taufik with a jumping double knee drop!!! Taufik is laid out as Drake is pumping up the crowd more. Drake rolls Taufik over and locks in an STF! The crowd begins to stir then they start booing as “The Bastard” Jackson Blaze makes his way out from the back.]
Thomas Simon: Oh no….this cannot be good
[Drake sees Blaze and let’s go of Taufik. Blaze slips in the ring and is met by Hunter. Drake wails away on Blaze and then whips him into the corner. Drake follows him and leaps for a splash but Blaze gets out of the way and Drake hits the turnbuckle. Drake bounces off and is turned around by Blaze who instantly nails the Bastardizer! Blaze has a crazed look in his eyes and then locks Drake in the Rings of Saturn! Drake is screaming in agony. Blaze continues to pull back with pure anger. Drake starts screaming that he gives up but it’s not enough for the Bastard. Blaze pulls back one more time and a sickening POP is heard coming from Drake’s left shoulder. Blaze finally let’s go and has a sick smirk on his face as Drake holds his shoulder screaming in agony. Alex Santiago is pleading with Blaze to leave the ring. Blaze finally does. Taufik gets to his feet and sees a helpless Drake and quickly slides over and applies a cross-arm breaker on the injured shoulder of Drake. Drake instantly gives up as Alex Santiago calls for the bell.]
Thomas Simon: My god this is absolutely sickening! I heard that pop from Drake’s shoulder……Look at Taufik soaking it in because Drake gave up. Fans we will be right back…..sickening…..
Baxter, Baxter, Baxter…..
["Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hits as the lights in the arena begin to flicker. The crowd goes nuts in anticipation of Trey Baxter. Some smoke fills up the entranceway until we see Trey step out onto the top of the ramp already wearing his wrestling attire with a white shirt that says "Better than You" on it, and his MPW World Heavyweight Title over his left shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp as he looks around at the crowd who is cheering him on. The lights turn back on as Trey slowly walks down the ramp with a huge smile on his face before climbing the stairs and getting into the ring. He climbs up to the first corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before raising his title high in the air which is met with a loud pop from the fans. Trey continues to smile as he does this at every single corner before finally coming to a stop in the middle of the ring as he looks around at all the cheering fans. He holds the title high in the air as the fans begin to chant.
BAXTER! BAXTER! BAXTER!
Trey puts the title over his shoulder before going and grabbing a mix as his music stops he puts the mic up to his mouth.]
Trey: What's up Las Vegas??
[The crowd again goes crazy.]
Trey Baxter: MPW stand the fuck up!
[They once again begin to chant his name as they are all on their feet.]
Trey Baxter: YOUR World Champion is FINALLY here!
[He holds the belt high in the air again as he puts the mic up to his mouth.]
Trey Baxter: I told everyone that Trey Baxter would be your FIRST champion...and here I am...your first God damn champion!
[The crowd goes crazy as he is still holding the title high in the air.]
Trey Baxter: Didn't I tell you all that I would shut Jackson Blazes damn mouth and give you guys the best damn match that wrestling has seen in years?
[Even though a few people still aren't convinced most of you out there and most of these guys in the back damn well know that I am the BEST damn wrestler in the world!]
Trey Baxter: This belt...
[He brings it down closer to his face and looks at it for a moment.]
Trey Baxter:..this belt makes me the most powerful man in wrestling! More powerful than anyone else who could have won this belt...
[He once again lifts it up before bringing it back down and throwing it over his shoulder.]
Trey Baxter: This belt...
[He pats the title.]
Trey Baxter: Makes every single guy in the back my BITCH!!
[He smiles as he gets a laugh out of the crowd.]
Trey Baxter: And if ANYONE in the back has a problem with that then bring your ass out here right now! I WILL be a fighting champion! So who wants the first shot?
[He looks up at the ramp as he waits for somebody to come out but after a few moments nobody makes their way out.]
Trey Baxter: I didn't think anyone would have the balls to do so...
“HA.. HA...... HA..... HA”
[Johnny Clash walks out from the stage and heads down the ramp with a microphone to a roar of boos from the crowd. He steps in to the ring and stands face to face with Baxter.]
Johnny Clash: I’m sorry but that might have been the funniest thing I ever heard. Did you just say you were the best wrestler in the world? Jeez.. Talk about gimmick infringement. Okay listen...
[Johnny walks turns around and scratches his beard before turning back to face Baxter.]
Johnny Clash: If I wore a storm trooper mask... Am I a Storm Trooper? No. If I wear a Kobe jersey am I a pro basketball player? ... Well no.
[Trey looks at Johnny confused]
Johnny Clash: Sorry sorry... Let me put it in simpler terms for you since it can’t process through that tiny little brain of yours. Just because you say you are the best wrestler in the world, doesn’t mean that you are the best wrestler in the world.
[The fans boo and Trey smiles]
Johnny Clash: Though our paths haven’t crossed yet, you know exactly who I am and you know exactly what I have accomplished in my career. If I didn’t have that little bitch Drake Hunter to worry about.. That would be me holding that Championship right now as MPW’s first ever World Heavyweight Champion.
Trey Baxter: Excuse me... Who are you again?
[The crowd cheers as Johnny’s eyes light up and he smirks a bit.]
Johnny Clash: Okay, I see how it’s gonna be..MY NAME IS JOHNNY MOTHER FUCKING CLASH! And I’m here to take my Championship back home.
Trey Baxter: Oh your Championship huh? Well.. I’m already dressed and ready to go... What do you say?
Trey puts the Championship belt down and takes off his T-shirt. He throws it in to the crowd as they cheer him on. Johnny takes off his suit jacket and throws it down to the mat. He walks over to Trey and than steps back and puts the mic back to his lips
Johnny Clash: We will do this on my time.
[Johnny steps out of the ring and retreats back up the ramp as Trey picks up his Championship in the ring and holds it up high.]
Sticking Together
[The camera opens to a corridor backstage, where Ms. Biguns is wandering, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. She removes her glasses and wipes her eyes. She is clearly upset about what just happened. She is suddenly tapped on the shoulder by John Fisherman, who had chased her down.]
John Fisherman: Jasmine wait...
Ms. Biguns: No John, please just leave me alone.
John Fisherman: Jasmine, I'm so sorry about what just happened. I know you're upset, but we have to stick together.
[Ms. Biguns wipes another tear from her eye.]
Ms. Biguns: You don't understand how hard it is John. To be reminded of what you used to look like. I've worked so hard to lose all that weight, but seeing myself as a child on that screen, do you know how humiliating that is? Now the whole world is going to laugh at me and call me fat...I haven't even been fat for fourteen years!
John Fisherman: Jasmine, I know it's hard. But you've just got to rise above it. You're better than all those people. You've lost all that weight, and that takes a lot of work and effort. Not a lot of people here will understand what you've been through, some of them were born with silver spoons in their mouths, but you're smart, you're beautiful, you're smart, and you're determined. Everyone who makes fun of your weight, they're just jealous of what you've accomplished.
[Ms. Biguns seems to be cheering up a little.]
Ms. Biguns: You're right. I am better than them.
John Fisherman: Of course you are. Justin, he's just a bully who's jealous of what a lovely person you are. I'll deal with him later. But right now, I have a match, with his sister no less. Can I count on you to join me at ringside?
Ms. Biguns: Okay. But if that Laura skank makes one false move, she's got another thing coming!
[Her smile makes John smile.]
John Fisherman: Awesome. Now come on, let's dry those tears.
[As they embrace, Ms. Biguns rests her head on John's shoulder. The two walk out of shot as the camera cuts to commercial.]
Channel: WTN (Wrestling Television Network)
Venue: Orleans Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time:: 9pm EST/ 5pm PST
Thomas Simon: Hello MPW Nation and welcome to the Monday Night’s Main Event!!!!!!!!! We are fresh off MPW's first ever Pay Per View!!!!!
Bob Herman: That we are it was an absolutely non stop show!
Thomas Simon: That it was Bobo! We went off the air with our very first MPW World Champion being crowned and we will hear from him later tonight! Also we saw Bill Adams trick us all and gain control of MPW with TWI's help.....One can't help but wonder what Adams now has in store for MPW! But tonight we promise you nothing but th........What?.....what's this?
Everyone bought it!
["Welcome to the Fold" by Filter blasts throughout the arena and the crowd looks confused.]
Thomas Simon: Fans I'm not too sure just what is going on right now....this is not music we have heard before in MPW....It could just be a slight.......oh wait...here is our answer its Bill Adams and his new cronies!
[Bill Adams walks out with Titan in tow. TWI follow them. Clash has the NYCCW title draped over his shoulder. Rage is walking alongside Jason Xavier. The five men go down the ramp as the boos just rain down all over them. Titan gets up the ring steps first and hold the ropes so Adams can get in. Adams goes to the corner and demands the microphone. Honey Winters complies as Bill starts talking.]
Bill Adams: Well....well.....well! Boy did we sure pull a good old swerve on all of you especially the now former CEO of MPW Shawn Hall!
[The crowd boos and begins a small "We Want Hall!" chant.]
Bill Adams: That's right....chant it louder! He just may be able to hear you from the unemployment line! I want you all to take a good look at just what stands in front of you here tonight! Johnny Clash, Rage and Jason Xavier....THE True Wrestling Icons! Titan....one of the largest men in our industry today....he is an unstoppable force as Apostle Kried found out last week! Then you have me....the top dog in this here company....Mister William Adams! Now that I have total control of MPW I am feeling very generous.....Rage! Tonight in the main event you will get another shot for the Roll of the Dice briefcase when you go one on one with Aidan Caine.......oh and I will be the special guest referee!
[Rage smiles towards Bill Adams. Bill then passes the mic to Johnny Clash.]
Johnny Clash: you ignorant sheep don’t know True Wrestling Icon’s when you see them.
[Johnny gets the loudest boo thus far by the crowd]
Johnny Clash: Last week at High Stakes we shocked the world in helping Mr. Adams regain power over HIS COMPANY!
[Johnny laughs and looks over at the NYCCW title]
Johnny Clash: I think the highlight of my week was watching Drake Hunter leave the arena last week with his head hanging after I defeated him in probably one of the most grueling matches of my career. I retained the right to be called the best in the wrestling industry and go down in history as the last ever and longest reigning NYCCW Champion!
[The crowd boos some more as Clash smirks and nods]
Johnny Clash: Now that I have won the right to call myself the last ever NYCCW Champion, I will put the Championship where it belongs. It deserves honor, dignity and a great place to call it’s home. No no I’m not talking about a glass case on my mantle..
[Johnny pulls the garbage can from next to him and looks at the crowd who boos some more. He takes the belt and checks himself in it like a mirror. He than drops the belt in to the trash as the rest of TWI, and Adams laugh]
[The fans boo as Johnny hands the mic over back to Bill Adams. He is about to speak before being interrupted by "Enemy" by Fozzy. A woman walks out with a microphone in hand. She climbs into the ring and starts speaking directly to Bill Adams.]
Woman: Let me get an introduction out of the way for the crowd and to you William. I am Kelly Ann Hale.....I am on the Board of Directors that run MKWB Inc. which so happens to own Millennium Pro Wrestling! Last week you had a match with the man that we employed to be CEO of MPW....One Shawn Hall...he resigned last week which I am assuming is because of the result of your match. Now congratulations on the victory but there is a little problem with the stipulation as result of that match.....You see control of the company was not a decision that you....nor the Mr. Hall could make William.....It is purely a decision that can only be made by the Board of Directors and last board meeting....I'm afraid I don't recall you being there...
Bill Adams: Um...I wasn't made aware of any meeting....
Kelly Ann Hale: Why would you? All you are is the General Manager....that's like inviting the Janitor to a School Board meeting. All you do is clean up crap! From the look of what is in the ring.....well except for Mr. Clash over there.....call me!....is all I can see in this ring.....
[Crowd POPS huge!]
Kelly Ann Hale: Enough of the fun....Why I am here is simple.....You William do not have full control of MPW! The new CEO does!
Bill Adams: WHAT?!?!?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!!?! THIS IS MY SHOW! THIS IS MY COMPAN.....
Kelly Ann Hale: Mr. Adams I suggest you rethink those words.....The new CEO hasn't arrived yet but when he does....he will make his presence felt!
[Enemy blasts as Kelly Ann Hale walks out of the ring and Bill Adams looks infuriated in the ring.]
Thomas Simon: This is HUGE! Look at Bill Adams! I've never seen someone be able to shut him up so quickly before!
Bob Herman: You think my man Clash will actually call Kelly?
Thomas Simon: The news we just hear and THAT is what you take from that?!?!?
Bob Herman: Well.....yeah....did you see her? I mean if I had my Viagra with me I would tear.....her.....
Thomas Simon: AND right there is where I stop that Bobo! Fans we are going to a commercial and will be right back.
Standard Match
Referee: Jude Mason
Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall....introducing first from Budford, Montana, weighing in at 235 lbs he is Bloodhound!!!!!!!
[Of Wolf and Man by Metallica begins to in the arena. After a few seconds, Bloodhound emerges from the back. AS the lyrics "Off through the new days mist I run Out from the new days mist I have come" Bloodhound raises his and head and howls several time before dropping to a knee. He looks around, getting his senses acquainted to his surroundings and then intensely studies the ring. After a few seconds, he gets back onto his feet and makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans. He enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and spring boarding over the top rope.]
Honey Winters: and his opponent from Tampa, Florida weighing in at 132 lbs she is ROXI JOHNSON!!!!
["Outsider" by Green Day plays as Roxi to the cheer of the fans makes her way to the ring.]
[The bell rings as Roxi Johnson and Bloodhound begin to circle each other as the match is about to begin. Johnson uses her speed as she quickly bounces off the ropes and hits Bloodhound with a dropkick to the chest that barely fazes him. He smiles at her as he shakes his head. She bounces off the ropes yet again and hits him with another dropkick, this one sends him reeling back a little bit but not much. She can't believe the strength of the much bigger Bloodhound as she comes closer to him and slaps him hard across the face which can be heard all the way throughout the arena. She goes to slap him again but this time he grabs her arm before she's able to hit him and pushes her back sending her flying across the ring. She wastes no time though as she quickly jumps up to the top rope and this time connects with a fast missile dropkick that does send Bloodhound crashing down to the mat. He quickly gets back to his feet and as he does she attempts to hit him with a superkick which he is able to catch. He spins her around before connecting with a hard standing still clothesline that nearly takes her head off! He quickly picks her up by her hair and connects with a belly to belly suplex that sends Johnson flying all the way across the ring. Bloodhound is using his size to take control of this matchup. He quickly grabs her around the head and locks in what looks to be a hard headlock to Johnson. She tries to squirm free but his hold is too tight for her to break it. She is slowly begin to lose consciousness but somehow is able to get to her feet meanwhile he still has the headlock locked in pretty tight. She finally throws two hard elbows to the ribs of Bloodhound which causes him to let go of the hold. She bounces off the ropes and connects with a dropkick to the back of the knee of Bloodhound which sends him down to his knees. She then connects with an Enziguri to the back of his head that sends him straight down! She flips him over as she goes for the pin! 1...2..Kickout!]
Thomas Simon: Roxi surprising the much bigger Bloodhound here so far!
[Bloodhound is somehow able to get a shoulder up and extend this match after a very impressive Enziguri to Bloodhound. She sits up frustrated before beginning to stomp on the body of Bloodhound to ensure he won't quickly make his way to his feet. The referee has to pull her away to stop her. Bloodhound is slowly making his way to his feet as Roxi Johnson walks over to him and helps him to his feet before irish whipping him into the ropes but Bloodhound is able to reverse it and irish whip her into the ropes but she jumps off the second rope and connects with a Springboard Hurricanrana! Bloodhound goes down again! She quickly goes for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! He does it again. It's going to take a lot more than that for her to pull this win over the much bigger Bloodhound. She waits for him to slowly make his way to his feet and as soon as he does she hits him with a boot to the stomach before grabbing him around the neck and hitting him with a Tornado DDT! She considers going for the pin, but instead decides to climb up to the top rope. As she gets to the top she stands up straight and pumps up the crowd before jumping off with a frog splash! She flew all the way across the ring and connected with a frog splash! She goes for the pin again! 1...2..Kickout! What a display being shown here by both these wrestlers as neither one is willing to give up. Roxi sits up frustrated as she thought she had the match won that time. She drags Bloodhounds body closer to the middle of the ring before climbing to the top rope yet again. This time she jumps off with a imploding senton bomb but this time Bloodhound moves and she goes crashing into the mat face first! Both Johnson and Bloodhound are now on the ground in pain as the fans begin to cheer for Roxi to get back up.]
Bob Herman: Quick heads up move done by Bloodhound there.
[They both slowly make their way to their feet and as they do Johnson charges Bloodhound but this time he's expecting it and lifts her up before slamming her down hard on her back with a brutal spinebuster! The crowd goes silent as he threw her down like a little child on that move. Bloodhound hooks her leg for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! The much smaller Roxi Johnson shows a lot of heart there as she is able to somehow kick out! Bloodhound sits up as he begins to complain to the ref about a slow count. He quickly picks her up by the hair before lifting her up off the ground and holding her there sideways for a few moments before dropping her back onto his knee for a backbreaker. Bloodhound has now taken complete control of this match yet again. He picks her up and grabs her by the neck before lifting her up high in the air and then dropping her on her back with a stalling suplex.]
Thomas Simon: Bloodhound showing his complete advantage with his power over Roxi!
[Bloodhound picks Roxi up and turns her around before grabbing her around the neck looking to go for The Bite. This could be over! Roxi somehow flips herself over Bloodhound and breaks his hold before ending up behind him with his back turned to her. She quickly rolls him up and the ref immediately begins to count! 1...2...3!!!]
Thomas Simon: She did it!! By Gawd Roxi did it! She somehow beat the bigger Bloodhound in an impressive showing by both sides.
[Roxi quickly bounces up as "Outsider" hits and the ref raises her hand. Bloodhound angrily gets up and shoves the referee out of the way before grabbing Roxi by the neck and he lifts her up high and drops her down with a choke slam. The fans boo as he picks her up by her hair yet again. Another referee slides in the ring to stop it but Bloodhound just kicks him in the stomach before lifting him up over his head and throwing him into the other refs that were oncoming. He then picks Roxi up by the back of her head and hits her with The Bite! Roxi is laid out in the ring as Bloodhounds music hits and he just stands over her body.]
Thomas Simon: There was no need for that at all! Somebody needs to control him!
Bob Herman: That's what she gets for celebrating a cheap win!
Thomas Simon: Come on Bobo! That's a bit much!
Cheer up mate!
[Scene fades into the underground parking lot in Orleans Arena. A cherry red 1965 Mustang pulls into the arena with the license plate saying "BLAZED" The car stops and Jackson Blaze gets out. He has some bandages on him still feeling the effects from his battle with Trey last week. Jay Wyatt runs into the picture.]
Jay Wyatt: Blaze! Blaze! I wanted to get your thoughts on your brutal, legendary battle with Trey from High Stakes.
[Jay shoves the microphone in his face as Blaze just looks at Jay and says nothing.]
Jay Wyatt: Um....did you hear my question Jackson?
[Drake Hunter comes into the scene as Jackson's attention turns to him.]
Drake Hunter: Why the sad face there Jackie boy? Oh right you lost the world title match. Well I lost to but you don't see me sulking! Cheer up mate! At least you have your health...........kinda......
[Jackson just looks Drake up and down and chooses to walk away.]
Drake Hunter: Wow! Lose a match and he becomes a little depressed bitch about it.
Jay Wyatt: Makes you kind of miss the real Jackson Blaze huh?....wonder where he is?
Drake Hunter: The 'real' Jackson Blaze? I don't think he's ever shown up!
[Scene fades back to inside the arena.]
Little Miss Piggy
[As the cameras fade back to the arena, it is suddenly flooded by the boos of the crowd as "John the Fisherman" echoes, and John Fisherman and Ms. Biguns reveal themselves on the stage. Not as confident as they have been in recent weeks however, they made their way into the ring.]
Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome MS. BIGUNS and JOHN FISHERMAN!!
Thomas Simon: Well, John Fisherman is scheduled for a match later tonight, but he doesn't look too happy, especially after what happened last night.
Bob Herman: And neither does Ms. Biguns. I think she needs a little lovin' if you know what I mean...
[They both enter the ring through the ropes, where Ms. Biguns demands a microphone.]
Ms. Biguns: If you all don't mind...Shut up I'm trying to speak!!
[The crowd boos even louder as she tries to speak.]
Ms. Biguns: If you all don't mind, my client would like to say a few words.
[She hands the microphone to her client, who's usually cocky smirk has disappeared.]
John Fisherman: For those of you who don't know it yet, my name is John Fisherman, and at High Stakes last week, you all witnessed what was a travesty of justice. Everyone knows that I would have won that Roll of the Dice match. Kurt Newman knows it, Bloodhound knows it, Enigma knows it, Rage knows it, and even Aidan Caine knows it. But most of all, Justin Fischer knows it. Justin knew that I had that match won, and so he brought it upon himself to take matters into his own hands and stop me from achieving what I promised you all what I would do. Justin cost me that match, and you know why? Because he is jealous. He has been jealous of me since I first got here, and that is why he has been making life for us here a living hell. He has cost me match after match, and he has verbally assaulted the most beautiful manager to ever grace the wrestling world week after week. You know what Justin? Stipulations or not, you know that I'm better than you, and it's only a matter of time before I get a championship to prove just how great I am, and how pathetic you really are. Justin, this is my kingdom, and very soon I will...
[Suddenly "Lights Out" cuts off John mid-sentence, much to the disapproval of the fans. Both John and Ms. Biguns look up to the stage, where the one and only Justin Fischer appears, with the Television title draped across his shoulder. He already has a microphone in hand, as well as a wicked smirk on his face.]
Justin Fischer: Yes, I'm jealous. Jealous of the people who don't know you!
[The camera notices the disgruntled face on John's face as he glares at his adversary.]
Justin Fischer: You really want to know why I attacked you last week? because the fans needed to know that you are a pathetic waste of their time...that and it's damn funny to keep dangling things away from you like a proverbial carrot
[John is clearly upset, but it's Ms. Biguns who snatches the microphone from his hand.]
Ms. Biguns: Justin, no one here cares about what you think! It's only a matter of time before my man finally takes his spot as the king of this company, and by the time that happens, everyone will completely forget about the worthless flea that you are!
[Justin isn't even phased by the insult, as the smirk grows at the sight of the furious Ms. Biguns]
Justin Fischer: Oh my god...it actually talks? Too bad it's nothing worth while. I would have thought that with everything, you would have least practiced some decent insults. Really Jasmine... a flea? I'm disappointed. Come on shock me, say something intelligent back boobzilla.
Ms. Biguns: Shut up! Stop calling me that!
Justin Fischer: oh would you rather I called you a cow? it seems that you like to call other girls that...taking your frustrations out on poor Laura when I'm the one you're angry at. I wonder why that is...could it be that you have a little crush on me.... I wouldn't expect any less from a chubster like you. You may have grown up...got some surgery but deep down we never change...and you'll always been a little oinker.
Justin Fischer: Now for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, perhaps I should enlighten you all.
Ms. Biguns: No! Don't you dare!
Justin Fischer: You know, I think I will dare. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Little Miss Piggy!
[As Justin points to the titantron, suddenly there is an image of a young girl, rather big for her age, eating some cotton candy at what appeared to be a carnival.]
[Upon the sight of this image, portions of the crowd began laughing. Clearly upset, Ms. Biguns has dropped the microphone and started screaming. Again, John has to calm her down. Justin is looking up at the screen as well with a half amused look on his face. he turns back to the ring.]
Justin Fischer: Listen to me sweet cheeks....you made a huge mistake when you started messing with me. I can find so many little useful tidbits about you and your 'man' and you'll find absolutely nothing on me. Your nothing but a sad sorry little girl that had no friends and got beat up by an older sister. Just an ugly little piggy.
[John hugs Ms. Biguns, trying to calm her down, as the crowd begins to chant "Piggy! Piggy!" In a screeching voice, Ms. Biguns yells for the crowd to shut up, but the chants continued. Refusing to take any more, she suddenly slides out of the ring and starts running up the ramp, trying to cover the tears in her eyes. She runs past Justin through the curtain, laughing in her face as she darts past.]
John Fisherman: That's enough!!
[Suddenly Justin turns back to face John in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.]
John Fisherman: Justin, you've gone too far this time! Title or not, I want you in a match! I want to beat the piss out of you, and I want to do it right now! I want to show the world, once and for all, what a jealous pussy you really are! Come on, let's go!
[John slams the microphone onto the canvas, possibly damaging it, as he challenges Justin to step into the ring, but Justin does not move.]
Justin Fischer: Your joking right? You really want to be humiliated more? ha. And as for this title...you can't challenge me for it until the first show after the ppv. Part of the clause of being in the ROTD match correct? The only way your getting a match mutton Jeff is if Bill Adams makes it and if he does...whatever, I'll just kick your ass again otherwise I'm not giving you squat. You can stand there and claim whatever the hell you want, doesn't really matter because who has the belt on their shoulder right now eh? Just remember John, in the end...I always win.
[And with that, Shakes his head as he leaves the stage and his music resumes. John is standing in the ring, furious about what had just transpired, as the camera fades to a commercial break.]
Standard Match
Referee: Howard Green
Honey Winters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Melbourne, Australia, Weighing in at 230 pounds!!! CHRIS CABLE!!!!!
["Machinehead" by Bush blasts as Cable comes to the stage doing a 360 spin and follows up by showing his elbow to the crowd. He walks to the ring and does the same in the ring with fireworks going off on the corner posts.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent!! Weighing in tonight at 210 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada......He is JASON XAVIER!!!!
[As "X Gonna Give It to Ya" By DMX begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form. Paige follows closely behind him. He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring as Paige walks to the side of the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form.]
[The bell sounds, both men slowly move towards one another. They lock up, as they do Xavier slowly walks Chris back against the ropes, Howard Green calls for a break. Xavier slowly steps back moving back away from Chris. Both men circle one another. They lock back up, as they do Xavier grabs Chris around his arm taking it slowly around into a wristlock. Chris rolls forward, as the bridges back up reversing the hold taking Xavier into a wristlock. Xavier stands grimacing in pain, as Chris twist his arm slowly adding to the pain. Xavier moves out of his wristlock into a rear waistlock on Chris. Xavier stands with his arms locked around Chris, as he tries to get free. Chris grabs a hold of Xavier’s hands, and quickly moves around reversing the waistlock. Xavier blocks the waistlock attempt grabbing onto Chris’ arm. He pulls him around whipping him into the corner. Xavier runs in at him, but Chris pulls his leg up kicking him in the face. Xavier stumbles around, as he does Chris runs out of the corner. Xavier leans over flipping him over with a back body drop.]
Thomas Simon: That is one way to put your opponent down.
Bob Herman: You can say that again.
[Xavier pulls Chris up to his feet. He hits him with a stiff forearm shot. Xavier grabs Chris around his head into a side headlock. Chris sends him off. Xavier hits off the ropes. He runs back at Chris, as he does Chris leapfrogs up and over him. Xavier runs hitting off the ropes. He runs back at Chris, but Chris drops down onto the mat. Xavier runs over him hitting off the ropes. Xavier runs back at Chris, as he does both men jump up for a dropkick. They both get back to their feet again, but again they jump up at the same time for a dropkick. Both men sit on one knee, as the fans jump to their feet clapping the effort. Both men move to their feet. They move into a lock up. Xavier grabs Chris around his head taking him over with a side headlock takedown. Xavier locks his arms tight around his head, as Chris tries to get free. Howard Green checks on the hold, but Chris doesn’t give up. Chris pulls his legs up taking Xavier into a head scissors. Xavier quickly pushes his way out moving to his feet.]
Thomas Simon: Jason Xavier broke out of the head scissors with no real effort at all.
Bob Herman: I think Chris Cable was just happy to be out of that headlock.
[Chris moves to his feet. Both men move slowly around one another. They move to lock up, as they do Chris kicks Xavier in his stomach. He quickly hits him with a stiff open palm strike followed by a stiff European upper cut. Xavier stumbles back against the ropes. Chris walks over grabbing Xavier off the ropes. He pulls him into the middle of the ring. Chris picks Xavier up throwing him down with an inverted exploder suplex. Chris covers him; Howard Green counts 1….2 kick out. Chris pulls Xavier to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Chris runs in at him, but Xavier moves out of the way. Xavier pulls Chris around out of the corner. He grabs him around his head. Xavier picks Chris up, and drops him down with a snap suplex. Xavier gets to his feet he moves back into the corner. Xavier climbs up onto the second rope. He jumps off landing down onto Chris with a front elbow drop. Xavier covers him; Howard Green counts 1….2 kick out.]
Bob Herman: The action is back and forth, and I love it.
[Both men get to their feet, as they do Xavier hits Chris with a stiff forearm shot. Chris staggers back, as he does Xavier runs at him, but Chris leans over flipping Xavier up, and over the top rope out onto the ring apron. Xavier stands on the ring apron. Chris turns around, jumps up hitting him with a stiff enziguri that knocks him off the ring apron down onto the floor. Chris moves out to the ring apron. He stands looking back waiting for Xavier to get to his feet. Xavier moves to his feet, as he does Chris moves up the ropes. He jumps off landing down onto Xavier with an Asai moonsault. Both men are lying on the floor, as the fans are going wild.]
Thomas Simon: Listen to this crowd!!
Bob Herman: I know I can barely hear myself think!!
[Chris gets to his feet slowly. He pulls Xavier to his feet. Chris whips Xavier into the security railing. Xavier hits his shoulder against the security railing, and falls onto the floor. Xavier rolls around holding his shoulder in pain. Chris grabs Xavier’s arm slamming it down across the security railing. Chris pulls his arm down across the railing, as Xavier screams in pain. Chris pulls Xavier up. He pulls his arm back around behind his back into a hammerlock. Chris runs Xavier into the ring post. Xavier falls onto the floor on his knees holding at his shoulder. Chris runs at him kicking him in his shoulder. Chris pulls Xavier to his feet shoving him back into the ring. Chris slides in behind him. Chris grabs Xavier slowly moving up onto his shoulders into a cross armbreaker, and moves into an armbar. Chris locks on the armbar, as Xavier screams in pain.]
Thomas Simon: Chris Cable has that armbar locked on tight!!
[Chris pulls back, as Xavier screams in pain. Howard Green asks him if he gives up, but Xavier shakes his head no. Chris pulls back with even more force Xavier screams in pain. Howard Green asks Xavier again if he gives up, but again he says no. Chris pulls back even more adding even more pressure onto Xavier’s arm. Howard Green gets over Xavier asking him if he gives up, but he shakes his head no. With his free arm Xavier tries to get to the ropes, but he isn’t close enough. Chris pulls on his arm, as he screams in pain. Xavier reaches out toward the ropes with his free arm. He manages to pull himself around getting his feet on the bottom rope. Chris breaks the hold.]
Thomas Simon: Say what you want about Xavier but he displays pure toughness!
[Chris pulls Xavier to his feet, as Xavier holds to his arm. Chris grabs his arm, and goes to slam it across the top rope, but Xavier blocks it. Xavier turns hitting Chris with his good arm. He hits him with stiff forearm shots. Xavier kicks him in his stomach. He grabs him around his head with his good arm. Xavier runs dropping Chris down with a bulldog. Xavier slowly gets to his fee clutching at his arm. He steps through the ropes. Xavier makes his way up the ropes. Xavier stands on the top rope. He jumps off landing down onto Chris with an elbow drop. Xavier covers him, Howard Green counts 1…..2 kick out.]
Thomas Simon: Jason Xavier keeps fighting even though his arm has to be in tremendous pain.
[Xavier pulls Chris to his feet. He hits him with a pair of stiff punches. Xavier pulls him around whipping him into the corner. Xavier runs at him, as he stumbles out of the corner. Xavier grabs him around his head dropping Chris down with a swinging neckbreaker. Xavier gets to his feet. He pulls Chris’ legs up. Xavier kicks him in his mid-section with a stiff kick. Xavier pulls Chris to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Xavier runs in at him, but Chris pulls his leg up kicking Xavier in his face. He staggers back around the ring. Chris moves up the ropes. He jumps off landing down onto Xavier’s back with the mushroom stomp with both feet. Chris pulls Xavier to his feet. He leans him over hooking up his arms. ]
Thomas Simon: What is Cable doing?!?
[Chris pulls him up, and drops Xavier down with a double arm backbreaker. Xavier staggers to his feet. Chris leans over picking him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. Chris runs dropping him down with a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Chris bounces to his feet. He runs moving up into the middle rope. He jumps off landing down onto Xavier with a moonsault. Chris covers him, Howard Green counts 1……2 kick out. Both men get to their feet. Chris whips Xavier into the ropes. He hits off the ropes Chris goes for a clothesline, but Xavier ducks under it. Xavier runs hitting off the ropes. He runs back at Chris for a clothesline, but he ducks under it. Chris turns for an open palm strike, but Xavier dodges out of the way. Xavier rolls up Cable and gets a big handful of the tights. 1………….2……………3!!!!!]
Thomas Simon: What a way to ruin a very good match!
Bob Herman: Bottom line here Tommy Boy…..Xavier gets the win!
Damn, this thing is heavy!
[The scene cuts over to Tim Bowers as he’s walking down a hall. He stops though as he hears Kurt Newman and Aidan Caine talking in another room. The door is ajar enough where Tim can lean by the door and listen onto the conversation with Kurt and Aidan, but not able to see them.]
Aidan Caine: I have to tell you man. I like yours more. It’s just so big and unique.
Kurt Newman: Yeah but you got that classic 70’s look to yours. I have to ask though, how do you get yours so smooth? I’ve tried a bunch of stuff to get mine to sparkle more, but I can’t get anything close to what you got.
Aidan Caine: You just get any polishing stuff and you just rub away at it. It might get a little messy and your wrist might hurt, but fight through the pain and it’s going to look so awesome that the ladies won’t be able to get off it.
Kurt Newman: I’ll keep that in mind.
Aidan Caine: Why do you have your face on yours any ways? Seems…….I don’t know…….strange.
Kurt Newman: What!?! Everyone loves to see this face, mostly the ladies. My face should be on everything anyways. Some Newman wouldn’t be too bad on you now that I think about it. Here. Hold it and see what you think.
Aidan Caine: Damn, this thing is heavy. It’s like holding onto a small kid, but it’s around your waste.
Kurt Newman: Yeah, carrying it around messes up my spine. It’s worth it though I think.
[Tim has a huge smile on his face as he thinks he has a major story. He waves the camera man to come in closer and tells him to be quiet. Tim gets himself ready before crashing through the door and surprises Kurt and Aiden.]
Tim Bowers: Kurt, Aidan! How long has this relationship been………….…going…………….on.
[Tim is shocked not to see Aiden and Kurt naked, but Kurt holding onto the Awesome Title and Caine holding onto the North American Title. Kurt and Caine look over at Tim with a ‘what the fuck face’ as they try to figure out what Tim is doing.]
Aidan Caine: What the heck are you talking about Tim?
[Tim stumbles as he tries to figure out the right words for the situation.]
Tim Bowers: Well……um……I thought…….I thought……you guys were talking about your ummmmmmmm……….your…….your penises.
[Kurt can’t help but fall to the ground and laugh his ass off as Caine does a face palm to the face. Kurt stops and wipes the tears from his face as he addresses Tim.]
Kurt Newman: Get the fuck out of here before I kick it out Tim.
[Tim shamefully walks away as Kurt gets back to his feet and looks over at Caine.]
Aidan Caine: I can’t believe he was thinking we were talking about our junk.
Kurt Newman: I know right. I mean I already know mines bigger but that’s just stupid.
[Caine raises an eye brow.]
Aidan Caine: How do you know yours is bigger than mine?
Kurt Newman: Well Kurt Jr. is pretty big. I mean if you want to throw down, I don’t mind dropping my pants and putting Caine Jr. to shame.
[Caine has a stupefied look on his face as he slowly walks away from Kurt]
Kurt Newman: Well it was good talking to you bro! Good luck with your match tonight!
[Scene fades and goes to inside the ring.]
Submission Match
Referee: Alex Santiago
Honey Winters: The following match is a Submission match!!! Introducing first………..from Tampa, Florida by way of Singapore, weighing in at 250 pounds…………he is TAUFIK!!!
[As soon as the intro of Taufik theme started, the fans immediately jeers because they know what's coming next. Taufik step pout of the curtain looking at the fans in disgust before spitting onto the floor signifying the dirty soils in America. He makes his way into the while exchanging words with the fans. When he reaches to the steps, he raises both of his hands high up while saying Allah with much passion before entering the ring. Once he reached to the ring, he looks at the fans while waiting for his opponent.]
Honey Winters: And his opponent…...hailing from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 215 pounds………he is “PUNK” DRAKE HUNTER!!!!
[The beginning of "Bound" by Disturbed begins to play through the loudspeakers as Drake Hunter walks out from the back and stretches his arms out wide, posing for the fans before he takes a couple of steps forward and pumps his fist in the air, setting off a set of fireworks. He then walks to the ring quite quickly, high fiving fans as he goes along. He runs into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising both of his fists high in the air before executing a signature "Sweet Dreams" taunt as he places both of his hands on the side of his head. He jumps down and the entrance finishes.]
[Alex Santiago quickly calls for the bell as Taufik and Drake lock up; Taufik gets the better advantage and goes behind Drake locking in a hammerlock hold before nailing a Hammerlock Single Arm DDT which drives Drake shoulder first directly into the mat. Taufik begins to stomp away at the Drake's shoulder before stretching the injured affected arm out on the mat and repeatedly driving his knee into Drake's shoulder multiple times. After the third or fourth knee shot Taufik brings Drake back to his feet before dropping him with a Armbar Takedown before going back to work on the shoulder by repeatedly driving his knee into the affected arm. Taufik lifts Drake back to his feet and locks in in a criss-cross Stranglehold before dropping to his back and driving his knee directly into Drake's neck which cause Drake to roll around on the mat holding his neck. Taufik rolls Drake on to his stomach before repeatedly bouncing off of the ropes and driving his knee into Drake's neck.]
Thomas Simon: Taufik seems very much focused tonight to work over Drake’s neck.
[Taufik reapplies the criss cross stranglehold but this time pulls back on the hold locking in a modified camel clutch. The referee asks if Drake wants to give it up but Drake yells at him to back off. Taufik begins to stand up still with the criss cross stranglehold still locked in on Drake and pulls Drake up to his feet before dropping Drake this time with a modified neckbreaker. Taufik spring boards off of the ropes and nails a leg drop right across Drake's throat. Taufik lifts Drake up on to his shoulder in a fireman's carry position before dropping Drake neck first across his knee which causes Drake to roll around on the mat in pain. Taufik smiles as he rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring and brings on a steel chair. Taufik rolls back in the ring just as Drake gets to his feet and nails Drake with a sickening chair-shot to the head that is held around the arena. Taufik stands over Drake and alternates between bringing the chair down on the back of Drake's neck and the injured right shoulder of Drake. After repeated shots to the neck and shoulder of Drake, Taufik stands up and lays the chair flat on the mat before picking up Drake and nailing a Lifting leg hook reverse DDT on to the chair.]
Bob Herman: Drake has had some rough matches since MPW first opened its doors.
[Taufik opens the steel chair up and puts Drake's arm in the chair before climbing the turnbuckle with a sick smile on his face. Taufik jumps off of the top rope and nails a high angle senton bomb directly on to the chair and Drake's right arm and shoulder. Taufik clutches his back briefly before kicking the chair a way as Drake rolls around the mat in serious pain clutching at his right shoulder. Taufik grabs a hold of Drake's right arm before locking in a crippler crossface on Drake. Drake can be heard screaming in pain behind his mask. The referee can be seen asking Drake is he quits. Drake yells at the ref again to back off and he will never quit.]
Thomas Simon: What resiliency being shown by Punk!
[Taufik pulls back more but Drake will not break. The crowd starts cheering for Drake as he starts to summon up some strength. Drake in a last ditch effort manages to roll Taufik over forcing him to break the hold. Drake quickly rolls out of the ring as Taufik gets right back to his feet and tries hitting some falling elbow drops. Taufik gets up frustrated and attempts again but Drake uses his quickness and drop toe holds Taufik. Drake bounces up out of no where and grabs the chair. Taufik turns around attempting a spinning elbow but instead of meeting Drake’s face, The Savior’s elbow nails a steel chair. He grabs his elbow in pain as Drake tosses the chair to Taufik. Taufik catches it and then Drake hits a standing dropkick driving the chair into Taufik’s face. Taufik staggers back against the ropes and Drake grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. On the rebound Drake jumps and nails a hurricanrana driver on Taufik. Taufik sits up dazed and falls back down on his side. Drake grabs his shoulder in pain but just shakes it off. Drake lays Taufik flat on his back then runs against the ropes and hits a rolling senton bomb on the way back. Drake gets up right away then proceeds to nail Taufik with a jumping double knee drop!!! Taufik is laid out as Drake is pumping up the crowd more. Drake rolls Taufik over and locks in an STF! The crowd begins to stir then they start booing as “The Bastard” Jackson Blaze makes his way out from the back.]
Thomas Simon: Oh no….this cannot be good
[Drake sees Blaze and let’s go of Taufik. Blaze slips in the ring and is met by Hunter. Drake wails away on Blaze and then whips him into the corner. Drake follows him and leaps for a splash but Blaze gets out of the way and Drake hits the turnbuckle. Drake bounces off and is turned around by Blaze who instantly nails the Bastardizer! Blaze has a crazed look in his eyes and then locks Drake in the Rings of Saturn! Drake is screaming in agony. Blaze continues to pull back with pure anger. Drake starts screaming that he gives up but it’s not enough for the Bastard. Blaze pulls back one more time and a sickening POP is heard coming from Drake’s left shoulder. Blaze finally let’s go and has a sick smirk on his face as Drake holds his shoulder screaming in agony. Alex Santiago is pleading with Blaze to leave the ring. Blaze finally does. Taufik gets to his feet and sees a helpless Drake and quickly slides over and applies a cross-arm breaker on the injured shoulder of Drake. Drake instantly gives up as Alex Santiago calls for the bell.]
Thomas Simon: My god this is absolutely sickening! I heard that pop from Drake’s shoulder……Look at Taufik soaking it in because Drake gave up. Fans we will be right back…..sickening…..
Baxter, Baxter, Baxter…..
["Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hits as the lights in the arena begin to flicker. The crowd goes nuts in anticipation of Trey Baxter. Some smoke fills up the entranceway until we see Trey step out onto the top of the ramp already wearing his wrestling attire with a white shirt that says "Better than You" on it, and his MPW World Heavyweight Title over his left shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp as he looks around at the crowd who is cheering him on. The lights turn back on as Trey slowly walks down the ramp with a huge smile on his face before climbing the stairs and getting into the ring. He climbs up to the first corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before raising his title high in the air which is met with a loud pop from the fans. Trey continues to smile as he does this at every single corner before finally coming to a stop in the middle of the ring as he looks around at all the cheering fans. He holds the title high in the air as the fans begin to chant.
BAXTER! BAXTER! BAXTER!
Trey puts the title over his shoulder before going and grabbing a mix as his music stops he puts the mic up to his mouth.]
Trey: What's up Las Vegas??
[The crowd again goes crazy.]
Trey Baxter: MPW stand the fuck up!
[They once again begin to chant his name as they are all on their feet.]
Trey Baxter: YOUR World Champion is FINALLY here!
[He holds the belt high in the air again as he puts the mic up to his mouth.]
Trey Baxter: I told everyone that Trey Baxter would be your FIRST champion...and here I am...your first God damn champion!
[The crowd goes crazy as he is still holding the title high in the air.]
Trey Baxter: Didn't I tell you all that I would shut Jackson Blazes damn mouth and give you guys the best damn match that wrestling has seen in years?
[Even though a few people still aren't convinced most of you out there and most of these guys in the back damn well know that I am the BEST damn wrestler in the world!]
Trey Baxter: This belt...
[He brings it down closer to his face and looks at it for a moment.]
Trey Baxter:..this belt makes me the most powerful man in wrestling! More powerful than anyone else who could have won this belt...
[He once again lifts it up before bringing it back down and throwing it over his shoulder.]
Trey Baxter: This belt...
[He pats the title.]
Trey Baxter: Makes every single guy in the back my BITCH!!
[He smiles as he gets a laugh out of the crowd.]
Trey Baxter: And if ANYONE in the back has a problem with that then bring your ass out here right now! I WILL be a fighting champion! So who wants the first shot?
[He looks up at the ramp as he waits for somebody to come out but after a few moments nobody makes their way out.]
Trey Baxter: I didn't think anyone would have the balls to do so...
“HA.. HA...... HA..... HA”
[Johnny Clash walks out from the stage and heads down the ramp with a microphone to a roar of boos from the crowd. He steps in to the ring and stands face to face with Baxter.]
Johnny Clash: I’m sorry but that might have been the funniest thing I ever heard. Did you just say you were the best wrestler in the world? Jeez.. Talk about gimmick infringement. Okay listen...
[Johnny walks turns around and scratches his beard before turning back to face Baxter.]
Johnny Clash: If I wore a storm trooper mask... Am I a Storm Trooper? No. If I wear a Kobe jersey am I a pro basketball player? ... Well no.
[Trey looks at Johnny confused]
Johnny Clash: Sorry sorry... Let me put it in simpler terms for you since it can’t process through that tiny little brain of yours. Just because you say you are the best wrestler in the world, doesn’t mean that you are the best wrestler in the world.
[The fans boo and Trey smiles]
Johnny Clash: Though our paths haven’t crossed yet, you know exactly who I am and you know exactly what I have accomplished in my career. If I didn’t have that little bitch Drake Hunter to worry about.. That would be me holding that Championship right now as MPW’s first ever World Heavyweight Champion.
Trey Baxter: Excuse me... Who are you again?
[The crowd cheers as Johnny’s eyes light up and he smirks a bit.]
Johnny Clash: Okay, I see how it’s gonna be..MY NAME IS JOHNNY MOTHER FUCKING CLASH! And I’m here to take my Championship back home.
Trey Baxter: Oh your Championship huh? Well.. I’m already dressed and ready to go... What do you say?
Trey puts the Championship belt down and takes off his T-shirt. He throws it in to the crowd as they cheer him on. Johnny takes off his suit jacket and throws it down to the mat. He walks over to Trey and than steps back and puts the mic back to his lips
Johnny Clash: We will do this on my time.
[Johnny steps out of the ring and retreats back up the ramp as Trey picks up his Championship in the ring and holds it up high.]
Sticking Together
[The camera opens to a corridor backstage, where Ms. Biguns is wandering, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. She removes her glasses and wipes her eyes. She is clearly upset about what just happened. She is suddenly tapped on the shoulder by John Fisherman, who had chased her down.]
John Fisherman: Jasmine wait...
Ms. Biguns: No John, please just leave me alone.
John Fisherman: Jasmine, I'm so sorry about what just happened. I know you're upset, but we have to stick together.
[Ms. Biguns wipes another tear from her eye.]
Ms. Biguns: You don't understand how hard it is John. To be reminded of what you used to look like. I've worked so hard to lose all that weight, but seeing myself as a child on that screen, do you know how humiliating that is? Now the whole world is going to laugh at me and call me fat...I haven't even been fat for fourteen years!
John Fisherman: Jasmine, I know it's hard. But you've just got to rise above it. You're better than all those people. You've lost all that weight, and that takes a lot of work and effort. Not a lot of people here will understand what you've been through, some of them were born with silver spoons in their mouths, but you're smart, you're beautiful, you're smart, and you're determined. Everyone who makes fun of your weight, they're just jealous of what you've accomplished.
[Ms. Biguns seems to be cheering up a little.]
Ms. Biguns: You're right. I am better than them.
John Fisherman: Of course you are. Justin, he's just a bully who's jealous of what a lovely person you are. I'll deal with him later. But right now, I have a match, with his sister no less. Can I count on you to join me at ringside?
Ms. Biguns: Okay. But if that Laura skank makes one false move, she's got another thing coming!
[Her smile makes John smile.]
John Fisherman: Awesome. Now come on, let's dry those tears.
[As they embrace, Ms. Biguns rests her head on John's shoulder. The two walk out of shot as the camera cuts to commercial.]