Post by darkdisciple on Sept 8, 2012 13:23:49 GMT -5
[Scene opens to outside the Henderson Civic Center in Henderson NV, on site for tonight’s Step Up! Show……A fog machine suddenly goes off filling the parking lot entrance. Then a sound engulfs the parking area as what sounds like hundreds of harley davidson’s are driving into the parking level. The smoke begins to clear as just one bike is seen.]
“This is so awesome! I’m such a badass!”
[Jake Cage drives into the picture on a beaten up moped.]
“Man I rule! What a way to make my grand entrance into Step U…..wait…..what the?”
[Halfway down the ramp the moped sputters then dies out. The moped continues down the ramp.]
Jake Cage: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
“I have no control over this thing……There must be….ah here the brake! Oh god!”
[Cage hits the brake and the moped comes to a halt sending Cage flipping over the front and landing on his back. He lies on the asphalt ground for a second before lifting his head and sees the moped still on two wheels heading straight for him. Before Cage has a chance to move out of the moped drives right over his groin. Cage clutches his groin rolls on his side only to see the moped come to a stop and fall on its side.]
“What? How in the? My God this burns! I don’t understand it…..The homeless man seemed trustworthy when I gave him a bag of Oreos for this moped.”
[Cage slowly gets to his feet.]
“Yup good one Cager…..first official match tonight and you get run over by a bum’s moped!”
[He limps a bit towards the security officer and gets stopped as he tries to go through.]
Security Guard: Name?
Jake Cage: Jake Cage
[He checks the list.]
Security Guard: Nope sorry…….
Jake Cage: What? The Real FN Deal Jake Cage!
Security Guard: Nope not on here…..
Jake Cage: Dude I am on the card tonight! I’m in a triple threat against what’s his nuts and…..oooohhh…..what’s his name….brown guy…..kinda dopey looking.
Security Guard: Jamal Abdul?
Jake Cage: YEAH! Him!
Security Guard: Yeah Mr. Abdul and Taufik arrived earlier as well as Mr. Andrews, just waiting on Jack Cage so we can start the show.
Jake Cage: Yeah I’m here…..
Security Guard: No you said you were Jake Cage not Jack Cage!
Jake Cage: Well obviously it was a typo….come on man what are you some dumbass Neanderthal that needs everything poin………and I’m stopping right there.
“Christ he’s huge! Good save Cager….Hope he didn’t notice what I was saying….I mean it was really harmless and all but…..oh my…..he’s mad.”
Jake Cage: Look clearly we got off on the wrong foot now I don’t want you channeling your energy into me as some guy is getting fried on an electric chair………
Security Guard: Pardon me?
Jake Cage: Nothing? Green Mile? Michael Clarke Duncan? Nothing at all? Ohhhh I get it….it didn’t come in a pop up book.
“Ooops! I did it again…..I played with your heart….whoops…almost did a little Britney there. Quick work some of that oh so good Cage charm!”
Jake Cage: So! You uhhhhh……like candy?
“Man he looks pissed….wait! EUREKA!”
Jake Cage: Ok fine……I’ll leave……hope you have a great night Mr Grumpy!
“This plan is working perfectly…..YES! he’s looking at his clipboard again! Now’s my chance!”
[Cage takes a run for it and gets passed the security guard then trips over his loose shoelace.]
“OH NO! What the hell? I swore I did the poem and everything! The bunny ran into the hole and I closed it up tight……oh no…..he’s coming….please for the love of god someone save……..”
Christian Carter: Jake?
“Thank you! I still won’t go on Sunday’s though God…..but we cool still.”
Jake Cage: Christian Carter…..fellow MPW roster member and MY tag team partner!
Christian Carter: Look Barry what’s the problem?
Barry: Was waiting for Jack Cage and this guy shows up saying he’s Jake Cage. You know how Sir Nigel has this wrapped up tighter than a bow with Adams interfering and all that.
Christian Carter: I understand…..look he’s with me………I can’t believe I just said that but yeah it’s just a typo. Thanks big man.
Barry: No Problem Mr Carter, better get in their, Cunningham’s pissed as hell that your buddy is late.
“I get to my feet and dust myself off.”
Jake Cage: YA! Let that be a lesson for you…….
Barry: What?!?
Jake Cage: OH GOD!
[Cage turns to run and trips again.]
“Again? Come on Cager!"
[Carter laughs and shakes his head at Cage who is getting up off of the floor yet again. Sir Cunningham comes rushing in and before you can blink he’s got his hands around Cage’s throat, red-faced and shouting as he begins shaking him around.]
Cunningham: YOU INCOMPETENT TWAT! YOU DO KNOW THE SHOW WAS SUPPOSED TO START SEVERAL MINUTES AGO RIGHT?
Jake Cage: Ack... gbthhh...nrg.....garry....ger....gunningnham!!!
[Cunningham releases Jake and runs the back of his head over his sweaty brow.]
Cunningham: Kindly get your ass in something proper and head to the stage with haste Mr. Cage, I won’t accept anymore delays.
Jake and Carter head towards the locker room area as Sir Cunningham grabs a two-way radio off his belt and sighs into it.
Cunningham: Go ahead and start, I think everything’s finally in order now.
The MPW logo flashes on screen for a few moments, then Move by Thousand Foot Krutch begins, and the Step Up! Opening video plays, both on the Titantron and on screen for online viewers. Then the camera pans across the front row of cheering fans, ending on Chris Killconey in a shiny purple three piece suit with a clashing red rose in the lapel button, and Dennis sitting next to him.
Killconey: Hello everybody and welcome to MPW Step Up! We’ve got a fantastic show lined up so you’ll all get to see the up and coming stars of MPW!
Dennis: I thought we’d never actually get started.
Killconey: Ah, yes, I suppose we should apologize for our slightly delayed start. We had some minor difficulties, but we’re all put together now, and we’re ready for a great night of classic wrestling action! For tonight’s co-main events we will see the final two Step Up! preliminary matches, after this, it will be elimination matches, ending at fusion, where we will crown our first Step Up! Champion! Tonight, we will see Christian Carter take on Apostle Kried for the top seed of group B, the loser will face Primal, and the winner will face the winner of our tiebreaker match!
Dennis: Right, Chicken and Brandon Nytrus will have to go at it one last time, with advancing to the elimination round at stake!
Killconey: To begin however, we have a fantastic three way match, between three guys who don’t share a lot of love or respect for each other, as we saw last week.
[Clips of the battle last week between Jamal Abdul and Ian Andrews play, ending with Andrews knocking out Jake Cage, who had just saved him from a post match attack.]
As the clips end, "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam blasts and Jake Cage comes stumbling through the back curtain, his shirt pulled halfway over his head as he bumbles down the ramp, desperately trying to pull it all the way on. He ends up slamming face-first into the ring apron, and falls to the ground outside, which draws a laugh from the crowd.
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen this contest will be held under three way, one fall rules, with a thirty minute time limit. The first man to gain pinfall or submission being declared the winner. Introducing first from Seattle Washington, weighing in at 225lbs... THE REEEALLL “EFING DEAL” nnJAAAAKE CAAAAAGEEEE!!!
[The crowd pops again as Jake manages to roll himself into the ring, where he finally pulls his shirt all the way down. He smiles, very proud of himself for his accomplishment. He then tears his shirt off with much theatrics and tosses it into the laughing crowd. He climbs the ring post and psychs up the crowd with more of his goofy theatrics, as his music fades, he seems to get more serious as he turns to the entrance way.]
[Lies Greed Misery by Linkin Park suddenly bursts through the stadium, for 10 seconds nothing happens then Red White and Blue strobe lights come on as Ian Andrews makes his way to the ring, as he gets in the ring Ian takes the Microphone from Peter Burrow and announces himself.]
Ian Andrews: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Boston, Mass. he is the second olyimpic medalist in Pro wrestling history, and a hell of a lot better looking then anyone here, he is... Ian Andrews."
[He drops the mic, causing Peter to jump forward to grab it, as Ian stands in the center of the ring and locks eyes with Cage, who returns the stare, while moving across the ring into one of the corners. Andrews slowly turns away from Cage and begins shaking and slapping his limbs, warming up for the match as he heads to the opposite corner.]
Arab Americans by Jim Johnston his and the crowd erupts in boos and jeers as Jamal Abdul appears at the entrance way. He glares out angrily at the crowd and shouts at a couple of them, before Taufik appears beside him and the two head to the ring.
Peter Burrow: And their opponent, from Detroit, Michigan.... weighing in at 180lbs... JAAAAMAAAALLLL AAABDUUUULLL!
Taufik rabs Jamal’s head to his and they chat briefly. Jamal nods at the instructions, then slides into the ring and stares at Jake Cage as he walks right towards him. Alex Santiago step between them and sends Jamal back to his corner. He goes, glaring at Andrews as he does. The three men all wait in their corner, looking from one to another, as Burrow exits the ring, Santiago checks on each competitor, then calls for the bell.
The bell rings...DING...DING...DING...
All three men move out of the corner, but hesitate to advance. They stand looking at each other, waiting for one of the others to make the first move. Ian Andrews is the first to break, charging Jamal with a clothesline, Jamal Abdul ducks under it and runs to the opposite side of the ring. Slowly Andrews turn not looking to happy with the outcome of his first attack as he prepares to charge again. But this time he is caught of guard by Jake Cage who uses Andrews own momentum for a hiptoss, flying into the cover
...1...kickout by Andrews.
Killconey: Jake Cage, putting his opponents on notice with an early pin attempt. That can be useful if it makes his opponents have to worry more about him.
Dennis: I think Taufik has something planned.
Cage pulls Andrews to his feet and the two trade blows. Meanwhile Taufik stops Jamal, from interfering, with a shake of his head. Ian Andrews gets the better of the exchange. He dodges a punch and slams a kick into the gut of Cage. He slaps on a head lock and floats over in a beautiful executed snap suplex, and he covers.
...1...2 Jake Cage gets his shoulder up.
Killconey: Now Andrews with a pin attempt here.
From the outside Taufik again instructs Abdul to wait. The two other men are going at it with wild blows. Jake Cage gets the upper hand and moves in and behind with a waistlock, but Andrews reverses into a side russian legsweep, rolling himself on top of Jake Cage for the pin, but Cage instantly throws him of and they both get to their feet. Meanwhile Jamal Abdul is discussing tactics with Taufik at the opposite side of the ring. Ian Andrews and Jake Cage look at each other then at Abdul, then at each other, before storming towards Jamal who has his back turned, not realizing the danger. Taufik yells out a warning in the last second and Jamal ducks, pulling down the top rope. Jake Cage flies over and to the outside, Ian Andrews stops, and stomps on the ducking Jamal. Andrews picks Jamal off the mat, and whips him to the ropes. He catches Jamal with a knee, which sends him into a frontflip to the mat. Andrews grabs the arm of Jamal in an armbar. As Jamal whips around trying to escape, Taufik jumps up on the apron. Andrews lets go and charges for Taufik, who drops off the apron. Andrews glares at Taufik, and gets caught in a roll up from behind by Jamal.
...1...2.Andrews gets himself loose
Jamal Abdul looking a bit frustrated as he drags his opponent to his feet, Andrews trying to fight back, but the attempt is stopped with a few stiff rights by Jamal. On the outside Jake Cage is back to his feet and attempts to slide into the ring, but is stopped by a double axe handle to the back by Taufik, who quickly rushes away.
Killconey: Jamal is getting some assistance from his mentor here, hardly what I would call fair play.
Dennis: Well the ref can’t call it if he doesn’t see it.
Inside the ring Jamal Abdul is working over Ian Andrews in the corner burying his shoulder in his opponent’s midsection, Abdul keeps on the offense and scores with a Belly to Belly side suplex out of the corner. He goes to follow up with a stomp, but Andrews catches the foot taking Abdul down and spinning into an anklelock. Abdul screams in pain reaching for the ropes, but he is too far away, the referee is down asking him if he is going to give up.
Dennis: Andrews is going to win it here!
Killconey: He certainly has the upper hand for the moment...
Dennis: For the moment? Just look at Jamal’s face!
Suddenly from behind comes Cage bashing Andrews with a forearm smash to the back of the head breaking the submission.
Killconey: Ah, there you have it. Anything can happen in a three way match. Very dangerous to get too focused on one opponent.
Jake Cage goes after Abdul, who is rolling around holding his ankle, Cage looking for a submission of his own, but Andrews stops him with a low blow. Both Cage and Jamal are down as Ian Andrews gets to his feet, a smirk playing on his lips as he taunts his opponents, before grabbing Jake and forcing him to his feet. Andrews locks in a front waistlock and sends Cage sailing over in a Northern-Lights suplex, he bridges for the cover.
...1...2 Jamal breaks it up.
Killconey: Beautiful suplex there from Andrews, but he didn’t find an opportunity for a clean pin.
Slowly all three get to their knees, all of them staring at each other again waiting for whom will make the first move. Jamal launches himself at Cage, who counters throwing him over with a Fireman's carry takedown, Andrews looking to take advantage of the situation, moves in but Jake launches himself at his opponent with a spear. Jake Cage rolls to his feet with a pop from the crowd, firing himself up stomping his feet as he stares intensely at his rising opponents. Cage moves in grabbing them both by the hair and slamming his head into theirs in a triple headbutt. Jamal and Andrews immediatley goes down, Cage smirks, then stumbles on his feet and staggers into the ropes, he flips over the top and falls to the outside.
Dennis: Umm... I think Cage just knocked himself out...
Killconey: It would appear so... perhaps his head was not as hard as he thought.
Dennis: It must be for him to even think that was a good idea.
Killconey: Touche.
Abdul is on his knees where Andrews grabs him by the head, but Jamal Abdul lands a blatant low blow. Andrews drops to his knees as Abdul quickly springs to his feet he bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Andrews in the face. Andrews drops to the mat and Jamal drops on him for the cover.
...1...2... Andrews shoves Jamal off of him.
Jake Cage still looking a bit dazed after the headbutt fiasco and is wobbly on his feet, he starts to slide in the ring, but instead just lies there on the apron a bit. Andrews on the attack charging with a clothesline, followed by an elbow drop onto Jamal. He starts stomping away on the fallen Abdul, but as he looks up, he gets met with a Suprise! from Taufik!
Dennis: Hey! He can’t do that!
Killconey: Taufik picked his spot perfectly, he snuck in just as Santiago went to check on Cage over on the apron. Now it’s a perfect chance for Jamal Abdul!
Taufik slides out of the ring and orders Jamal to go for the pin. Jamal picks himself up, and drops on top of Andrews...
...1...2... NO! Jake Cage comes flying in to break up the pin!
Taufik grabs his head in disbelief! Cage rolls Andrews out of the way and out of the ring before he grabs Abdul, he flawlessly hits him with the Dealbreaker! Cage celebrates for the fans a moment, then goes to pin Jamal, but before he can, Taufik grabs Jamal by the foot and pulls him out of the ring!
Killconey: Taufik again with the save for his protege! Stealing the win from Jake Cage here... wait! Here comes Carter!
Christian Carter comes running down the ramp and blindsides Taufik, sending him down and out. He grabs Jamal and swings him back into the ring... where he is hit by another Dealbreaker!!!
Killconey: A second Dealbreaker from Cage! And now Cage with the cover!
...1....2...3!!!
The bell rings...
DING...DING...DING!!!
Carter slides into the ring and slaps his partner on the back before raising the arm of a still woozy, but smiling Jake Cage.
Peter Burrow: The winner of this match... by pinfall... JAAAAAKE CAAAAAAGE!!!
Killconey: Well, it certainly could have gone any which way there, but in the end it was Jake Cage who manages to just eke out a victory over two very game opponents.
[The scene opens with Brandon Nytrus, the Hardcore Icon, making his way through a corridor, clearly prepared for tonight's match. He is suddenly interrupted when he gets a pat on the back. He turns around to see Ms. Biguns, who has a smirk on her face.]
Ms. Biguns: My my, if it isn't the Duke of Extreme himself, mister Nytrus. What are you doing hanging around with a bunch of misfits?
Brandon Nytrus: With all do respect Miss Biguns, I'm destined for great things here in MPW, and if I have to start from the bottom, then that'll just make things more fun. So what do you want?
[Ms. Biguns is secretly delighted with Brandon's enthusiasm.]
Ms. Biguns: Well, if you must know, I'm still scouting talent around here for a potential new client. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for what happened last Monday, what that foreign brute did to you was totally uncalled for...and I was hoping to make it up to you somehow...
[Brandon finally takes full notice.]
Brandon Nytrus: I'm listening...
Ms. Biguns: Now I'm sure that you'll do just fine hitting the big time around here, but...let's just say that if you're interested in a little...company. Trust me when I say that, with my help, I can make you a star in no time!
Brandon Nytrus: I'll think about it...
Ms. Biguns: Great. Oh, and if you need anything, here's my card...
[She hands him her business card, which he looks at momentarily before hiding it away.]
Ms. Biguns: Oh, and before you go...
[She pulls out a piece of paper from her top.]
Ms. Biguns: ...I have a little message here for Mister Adams. Would you mind passing it along to him when you can?
Brandon Nytrus: What do I look like to you, a messenger boy?
Ms. Biguns: You're right. Besides, it's not like you want a title match against Trey Baxter...
Brandon Nytrus: Alright. Give me that.
[She hands him the piece of paper as she gives him a cheeky smirk. As he hides the paper away however, the crowd suddenly pops at the appearance of Chicken. He comically stands between Brandon and Biguns as he glares at his much larger upcoming opponent.]
Chicken: Back off Brandon! You even think of touching Ms. Biguns so help me god I will...
[Ms. Biguns suddenly pulls him away, perplexed by what she was seeing.]
Ms. Biguns: Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are!?
Chicken: Oh...miss...I was...just...you know...I...I...
[He begins rubbing his forehead, but upon catching another glance at the Hardcore Icon, a sudden burst of flame sparks in his stomach.]
Chicken: ...I'm the guy who's gonna be slapping the piss out of this pillock later tonight!
[The crowd cheers as Brandon viciously stares down his opponent, but Ms. Biguns was amused. In fact, she started giggling.]
Ms. Biguns: Really? You? You think that you can defeat this guy? I think you need a few more reps at the gym first! You don't stand a chance!
[She continues to laugh, and gives a nudge to Brandon, encouraging him to laugh. He does not. As the laughter continues, Chicken starts to feel rather silly.]
Ms. Biguns: In fact, I'll tell you what...if you can somehow beat Brandon Nytrus tonight, I will happily and personally sign you up as my new client.
[Chicken is gobsmacked.]
Ms. Biguns: Do we have a deal?
[Chicken is completely frozen stiff. He can't believe he has just been offered. As he lets out the largest gulp in his life, he shakes her hand, unaware of how much he is quivering. He finally dashes off, leaving Biguns and Brandon alone again. The smirk on her face suddenly disappears.]
Ms. Biguns: Brandon, you had better kick his ass tonight!
Brandon Nytrus: Don't worry sweet cheeks...I intend to.
[The scene fades out.]
DING...DING...DING!!!
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, with a time limit of 30 minutes...
["Sound of Madness" by Shinedown plays out across the arena, blue lazers and green lights flashing in time with the intro's drum hits. The song's opening lyrics begin...]
"Yeeaah I get it you're an outcast, always under attack, always comin' in last, bringin' up the past. No one owes you anything. I think, you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass, so paranoid, WATCH YOUR BACK!"
[The intro ends and out walks Tony McNail from behind the curtain. He looks around from the stage at the roaring crowd and can't suppress his smile, instead hiding it behind a sideways grin. Tony adjusts his elbow pads, checks his wrist tape and begins storming down to the ring as the lyrics begin.]
Peter Burrow: "Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland...weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds...."The Chaos Campaign"... TONY......MCNAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIL!!!"
[Tony speedily walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he immediately jumps up onto the nearest second turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and then throws both fists into the air, a loud crack of blue pyro going off on the lighting rigging overhead. Tony lowers his fists and nods his head to the music before jumping down and standing in the corner, anxiously awaiting the ring bell.]
["Faint" By Linkin Park begins to play and the lights begin to flash. After the intro Ricky Kimmel comes out through the smoke wearing his usual entrance attire. He walks to the edge of the ramp as fireworks go off behind him. He continues down the ramp, slapping fans hands on the way down and even taking a few pictures.
Peter Burrow: And his opponent, from Dresden Tenesee, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is The X-Treme Kid... RICKKYYYYY KIMMMMMEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL!!!"
The crowd cheers as Ricky slides into the ring and hopes up on the turnbuckle. He holds his arm up as the fans cheer once more. He takes off his hoody and throws it into the crowd and then climbs down. He turns with a smirk towards Mcnail, who nods in anticipation of the upcoming battle. Referee Howard Green calls for the bell...
DING...DING...DING...
Ricky Kimmel explodes with a dropkick to the face of McNail as soon the bell rings, quickly jumping back on his feet and delivering another kick to Tony McNail as he gets up. Kimmel runs for the ropes and bounces of with a high crossbody, but Tony catches him and reverses into a fallaway slam. Mcnail quickly comes back up and starts stomping away on Kimmel, before dragging him back up and over to the turnbuckle. Tony smashes his opponents head into the turnbuckle as the fans count off 1..2..3..4...5. He lets go of Ricky who staggers backwards, McNail is quickly back on the attack leveling Kimmel with a lariat and following it up by hooking the leg...
...1... kickout
Frustrated Tony McNail hits the mat, before standing up and shaking a finger at referee Howard Green, Kimmel gets up from behind, with a quick rollup
...1...2.Tony kicks out cleanly
Both get to their feet McNail furious as he spins into a frenzy of heavy rights sending Ricky Kimmel staggering to the ropes, Tony grabs him and whips him to the other side catching him with a Rydeen bomb on the rebound. McNail drags Kimmel back up, again sending him into the ropes, but this time following and taking them both up and over the ropes with a cactus clothesline. McNail and Kimmel hits the floor and Howard Green yells at them to bring it back in the ring before starting his ten count
1...2...3...
The Chaos Campaign is back up landing some brutal kicks to the midsection of Ricky Kimmel, before sending the Extreme Kid into the guardrail
4...5...6...
Kimmel slumps down over the barricade and falls victim of a brutal running big boot to the back of the skull by McNail, he grabs Kimmel and rolls him back into the ring, following closely behind himself. He rolls Kimmel into the middle and goes for a pin...
1...2.. Kimmel forces himself free and rolls over onto his chest, before bouncing to his feet and catching a rising McNail with an uppercut! Kimmel sends McNail to the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a mule kick, McNail drops to a knee, and Kimmel goes for a Shining Wizard, but McNail swiftly ducks and pulls his knee out from under Kimmel, catching Kimmel from behind with an atomic drop. Kimmel trips forward, as he starts to turn, he is grabbed from the side and tossed over the ropes by McNail! McNail follows him out as well and pulls Kimmel to his feet as Green begins the count
...1...
McNail hits him with a snap DDT, and follows up with a standing senton...
...2...3...
McNail pulls Kimmel to his feet and whips him into the apron, Kimmel takes it in the gut and staggers backwards into Backbreaker from McNail...
...4...5...6...
McNail picks Kimmel up by the head, Kimmel suddenly bell claps McNails ears and drops down to his knees with a jaw breaker!
...7...8...
Kimmel crawls towards the ring, but McNail grabs his leg and hits a dragon screw takedown. Now McNail tries to get in the ring, but he can’t get in in time.
9...10!!!
DING...DING...DING!!!
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, by double countout... this match has been ruled a draw!
McNail can’t believe it. The fans boo the draw as McNail pounds his fists on the mat.
Killconey: That can’t feel for McNail, he had this thing won, he just waited a little too long to get back in the ring, and let himself get caught at a very unlucky time.
Dennis: Tony McNail looks really pissed about this...
Killconey: Well, I would say his wrath is well founded, as this is an unfortunate way to end the match, but staying angry will only hurt his focus in future matches.
[McNail seems to calm down slightly, though he’s still clearly not happy about how it ended. The scene fades out as we head backstage.]
[Backstage, Chicken is pacing back and forth in an empty corridor, rubbing his hands together and murmuring to himself. He seems awfully excited. His track of thought is suddenly interrupted by Sweeney, who taps him on the shoulder and makes him jump slightly.]
Sweeney: Dude? Where've you been? You're supposed to be getting ready for your match!
Chicken: Didn't you hear? If I win tonight, Ms. Biguns will sign me up as her new client!
Sweeney: What? I don't believe it...
Chicken: No, I'm telling you! She promised me that if I can beat Brandon tonight, she will personally sign me up!
Sweeney: Well...but how do you know that she just said that to keep you distracted for Brandon to win?
Chicken: Shut up, I know her, and she wouldn't do anything like that! Why would she be interested in that over-sized bacon strip anyway?
Sweeney: Well...you might find out tonight if you lose...
Chicken: Look mate, I've already fulfilled half a dream when I signed up here to MPW, and now I have a chance to fulfill the second half of that dream by signing up with the love of my life! I've got to seize this opportunity. This isn't about titles anymore, and this certainly about that prick...it's about me finally fulfilling my dreams! This is about love, and if I win tonight, I'll be one step closer to realizing true love! Don't you take that away from me!
Sweeney: I hear ya dude, but listen, I don't want you to be distracted by her tonight. Remember what Brandon did to you a few weeks ago? You can't get love get in the way of that. That bastard needs to pay big time.
Chicken: Hey...do you think she'll be at ringside tonight?
Sweeney: Chicken...
Chicken: ...or maybe she'll be talking about me on commentary! Oh can you imagine?
Sweeney: Chicken please...you gotta keep your focus. You have to win this match!
Chicken: You're right. I have to win this match. I have to win it, I have to win it, I have to win it...
[Chicken murmurs to himself once again as he walks off camera, leaving Sweeney alone with a concerned look on his face.]
DING...DING...DING...
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall, with a time limit of 30 minutes.
"In Ashes They Shall Reap" By Hatebreed begins to play and the arena goes dark. Red lazors begin flashing around the arena, and the ramp begins to put out smoke. At 0:24 the lights begin to flash blood red as Kuk Killswitch rises up from the ramp on a throne. The titantron shows "The Ring is my Kingdom" in big medieval looking letters. Barbedwire covers the outsides of the throne and weapons, blood, and chains cove the rest. Kuk sits in the throne with a large black King's cape which covers his his whole shoulder area and torso and goes down to his feet. A large crown sits upon his head covered in brutal barbedwire and in the front has 2 Kendo Sticks crossed. Kuk sits there for a moment, soaking in the boos before he stands up and throws his head back, knocking off his King's cape and crown as fireworks explode behind him. He now wears a sleeveless "Ultraviolent" Hoodie, and his normal entrance attire. He walks down the ramp, yelling and trash talking back at the crowd who does the same to him.
Peter Burrow: "Introducing first, weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Hell's Kitchen, New York, he is The Ultraviolent Nightmare... KUK KILLLSWIIITCHHH!"
Kuk is at the bottom of the ramp and he turns to walk towards the steps. He turns towards the fans and looks at everyone of them. He get's in their faces and begin yelling expletives towards them before turning around and walking up the stairs. He orders the ref to open the ropes for him and the ref does. Kuk shoves the ref over and laughs as he get's in the ring. He hops up on the turnbuckle and points to himself with his thumbs yelling "MY KINGDOM!" out at the crowd. He turns around and sits on the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin. His music fades as the boos continue.]
[Adema's "Immortal" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage as the lights dim down. The soft opening of the song fades into the heavy guitar riff as David Dreadful walks out to crowd wrapped in the Chicago National Flag. . The fans look on and for some odd unknown reason, they begin to almost instantly despise the man.
Peter Burrow: And his opponent, From Chicago, Illinois, Weighing in at 216 pounds... DAVID DREEEEADFULLL!
David walks down the ramp way, eyes locked on the ring ignoring the boos and jeers of the audience as he slides in and for the first time during the entrance..will slowly turn his head and glare at the fans. He then walks over and kneels down in front of the turnbuckle and waits for the bell.
DING...DING...DING...
Kuk and Dreadful circle each other both looking for an opening and Kuk finds it landing a hard knee to the midsection of David Dreadful. Quickly Killswitch slaps on the side headlock and drives his opponent to the mat with a Bulldog, spinning back to his feet and of the ropes landing a punt like kick to the face of Dreadful. Kuk covers
...1..2.. Kickout by David Dreadful
Kuk Killswitch shakes his head and slowly rises grabbing his opponents head, but Dreadful starts fighting back with body blows, Kuk doubles over and is sent flying with a Gutwrench suplex, quickly following up with a baseball slide, sending Kuk rolling under the bottom rope and down on the arena floor. Killswitch rises on the outside just in time to see David going for a Suicide Dive and steps to the side, Dreadful stops just before the ropes, a smirk plays on his lips as he taunts Kuk, waving his finger at the Ultra Violent One. Kuk reaches in and sweeps Dreadful of his legs, slowly crawling back in the ring while landing wild punches to the body and head of David Dreadful. Kuk pulls his opponent back to his feet and whips him into the corner, following with a devastating clothesline squashing David against the turnbuckle. Killswitch keeps on the attack driving his shoulder into the gut of David Dreadful, before throwing him to the mat with a snapmare. Kuk goes up top looking for something big to end the match as he sails of the top turnbuckle, but hits nothing but mat as Dreadful rolls out of the way. David quickly follows up with knee strikes to the back of Killswitch, before locking in a STF. Kuk screams out in pain as he battles his way to the ropes, Dreadful keeps the hold letting go as the referee gets to the count of four. He delivers a few kicks to the back of Killswitch before dragging him up to his feet and whipping him back first into the turnbuckles. Kuk staggers forward and drops to the mat holding his back, as David Dreadful parades around the ring taunting his opponent and calling for the end, he goes over and grabs Kuk's head going for The River Styx, but Killswitch somehow reverses and drops to the mat with the Kimura, David Dreadful screams out as he taps DING DING DING
[The camera goes backstage to Sir Cunningham’s office, he’s standing in the middle of the room talking on the phone, looking exhausted.]
Cunningham: No, you cannot order a pizza. Look, I’m almost finished here, can’t you just wait? I’ll be home soon, and we can go to... I don’t know... McDonalds, or wherever you Lankies like, but please don’t bother me... You can’t be that hungry surely... Ugh... please just... NO! NO! You are not making Yorkshire Puddings while I’m out of the house... I don’t care how old you are...
[Apostle Kried walks into the room, causing a pop from the crowd. Apostle glances at the camera and discretley winks before turing back to Sir Cunningham.]
Apostle Kried: Sir...
[Cunningham holds up a finger and finishes talking.
Cunningham: Look, if you’re that hungry, there’s the breadbox, and a lovely jar of marmalade in the cooler, so tide yourself over with that. I have work to do, see you tonight.
[He hangs up the phone]
Cunningham: Sorry Kried, personal issues. What was it you wanted?
Apostle Kried: Who was that?
Cunningham: Not important, maybe I’ll tell you on free time, what did you need?
Apostle Kried: Oh right, so... my match is next, and I was kind of hoping I could get you to maybe confirm that Bill Adams and Titan will not be a part of it?
[Sir Cunningham smirks.]
Cunningham: Oh, don’t you worry about Bill Adams, I’ll take care of it... I have a... shall we say... and announcement that I think everyone involved with Step Up! will be very interested in hearing... and I’ll be making that announcement... tonight!
Apostle Kried: And whatever this announcement is... it’s enough to keep Billy out of my hair right?
Cunningham: Oh, he already knows... I half expected him to reveal it on MNME, but I guess he decided to let me have that honor... personally I’m overjoyed that I get to tell everyone... and if you’re still worried, I had the security team entirely devoted to floor monitoring, I can assure you Titan and Bill Adams are not in the building. Now, I suggest you head to your match. No more delays...
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Step Up Championship Tournament match! And is set for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit.
[Sandpaper by Fozzy cuts on and very bright white strobes begin flashing in tune with the music. The crowd cheers loudly as Christian Carter breaks through the curtain with tons of energy.]
Peter Burrow: Introducing first, from Phoenix Arizona, weighing 220 pounds, Twisted Chaos... CHRRRRISTIAN... CARRRTERRR!!!
[Carter smiles and poses for a few seconds before charging the ring and sliding in. He bounces of the ropes and runs to an opposite corner, jumping on the turnbuckle and posing again for the crowd. He jumps off and heads to his corner as his music fades.]
[Money by Brian Welch slowly fades in and the crowd immediately erupts in cheers, Yellow spotlights run over the crowd as Kried smashes his way through the curtain and drops to a knee.]
Peter Burrow: And his opponent, from Bavaria Germany... weighing 280 pounds... The German Adonis, AAAAAAPOSTLLLLE... KRRRRIIIIEEEEED!!!
[Apostle crosses himself before rising to his feet and throwing his fists out to the side and roaring to the delight of the fans. He walks intently to the ring and climbs up on the apron. He rolls his neck around to loosen up before climbing in. He stands in the center of the ring and throws his arms out again, looking straight at the camera this time. He breaks the pose and shifts from foot to foot, shaking his arms, in a last second warm up before the match. He heads into the corner and awaits the bell.]
As the bell rings Carter extends his hand to Kried, Kried looks at it hesitantly, but gives it a quick shake before they lock up in the collar and elbow. Apostle Kried gets the best of it twisting Carters arm into an overhead wristlock forcing Twisted Chaos backwards into a bridge. Carter drops to his back and pushes the German of with a kick, before doing a kip up. Apostle Kried a little startled by the kick takes a few steps back, but quickly regains his balance and grabs a hold of Carter as he lands on his feet, going for the backdrop, but Christian rolls over lands behind him locking his arms around Krieds waist. Apostle Kried counters, breaking the hold and swinging into a hammerlock, Christian twists out of the hold again. The two stand staring at each other, Christian charges but is taken down with a drop toehold, Kried swiftly moves forward locking his opponent in a front headlock. Slowly Kried drags them both up and lets go of Carter's head only to send him stumbling backwards with a European uppercut. The German charges, but this time Christian Carter counters landing an Enzuigiri like kick to Kried who tumbles into the near corner. Twisted Chaos is quickly back on his feet and jumps Apostle Kried in the corner, nearly climbing the German and sending him down on the mat with a Monkey flip.
Kried scrambles to his feet only to be send down by a step up headscissors by Carter, who keeps his legs wrapped around the Germans neck. Apostle Kried battles to get out, but Christian keeps his legs locked. Finally Kried gets to his knees and flips himself on top of Twisted Chaos.
...1...2. Carter lets go and kicksout.
Apostle Kried doesn't waste time spinning around and locking his arms around Carters legs, rising to his feet and flinging Christian backwards with a wheelbarrow suplex. The German springs back up and grabs the stirring Christian Carter, he whips him to the ropes and goes for the clothesline, but Carter ducks under and comes of the othe side with a flying crossbody
…1... Apostle Kried powers out sending carter flying of him.
They both get to their feet, Christian launching himself into Kried with a spinning heel kick and hits his mark, the German stumbles backwards, carter follows up with a dropkick. Sending Apostle Kried down on the mat near the ropes. Carter springboards of and lands a leg drop.
From inside the ring Christian Carter looks down to see whats happening as he drags Apostle Kried to his feet, Kried capitalizes on the distraction catching Christian off guard with a side belly to belly suplex. He quickly throws a look down at the spectacle at ringside and smirks, before going back to work on Carter locking in a butterfly lock on the mat. Christian screams out, but refuses to give in, Kried adding more pressure by rising to his knees, but Carter still refuses. Finally Apostle Kried gets both of them back to their feet.
Bill Adams: Hey Kriiiieeeed...
Apostle Kried lets go of Christian Carter who drops to the mat, the German moves to the ropes, facing the Titantron, which now shows the face of a smirking Bill Adams.
Bill Adams: Figured it wouldn’t be one of your matches if I didn’t help you win, after all, you have been working for me this entire time.
[The crowd collectively gasps, some even begin to boo Kried]
Inside the ring Kried smirks and turns towards the rising Christian Carter, the two stare at each other and gives a slight nod as they lock up in the collar and elbow again.
Bill Adams: Hey! What are you doing! Don’t ignore me!
The two competitors ignore him. Kried goes behind, Christian reverses and goes for the German suplex, but Kried blocks it with his foot and throws a back elbow to the face of Carter, who lets go of his grip, the German grabs Twisted Chaos head and flips him to the mat with the snapmare driver and locks in a Crucifix armbar. Carter screams out in pain as his arms are ripped backwards, shaking his head in refusal to give in to the power of the German. Apostle Kried rolls him over in the pin
...1...2... Carter manages to kick out and get out of the hold.
Bill Adams: HEY I AM AN IMPORTANT MAN! Hey Kried! Look at me! I’ve got your sister! Carter! I know you’ve been drinking! I’ve got proof! Look over here! I’ll show it to you! Look at me dammit!
Cunningham: Better idea, look at me.
Cunningham: Mr. Adams, I said you were not allowed in the arena, that means in person, or on my equipment. So, before you continue with any more of these ridiculous lies...
[The crowd pops hard as the few who were actually suckered into thinking Kried was working with Adams realize they were fooled]
Cunningham: I’m going to ask you to kindly remove your fat ass from my Titantron.
Bill Adams: You think you can tell me what to do? You annoying British fuck? I outrank your pathetic show and you, I can do whatever the hell I want.
Cunningham: And I can pull the plug for the titantron.
[He yanks on a cord and the Titantron goes blank to the cheers of the crowd. Sir Cunningham bows to the crowd, then motions to the men in the ring.]
Cunningham: Continue please Gentlemen.
Carter and Kried glance at each other, nod, then charge each other and begin exchanging blows, Carter ducks a wild swing from Kried and sweeps the legs with a low kick. Kried is quickly back up and turns to Christian Carter only to caught by a frankensteiner sending him back on the mat, carter follows through grabbing Kried’s head and delivering a nasty looking neckwhip, before jumping the corner. He finds his balance on the turnbuckle and sails of with the moonsault.
...1...2.. Kickout by Kried, Christian Carter looking at him in disbelief, before dragging the German back to his feet.
Twisted Chaos signals for the end setting up for the Combustable Element, but Kried kneels and blocks the move instead lifting Carter up on his back and drilling him into the mat with a back to belly piledriver. Kried throws his arms to the side, causing a roar from the fans as he stays behind Carter, who slowly rises to his feet, as Carter turns, he is met by a kick to the gut from Apostle, who hooks his arms and hits the Ride of the Valkyries! Kried drops on Carter for the cover...
...1...2...3... Ding Ding Ding
The winner of this match, by Pinfall... APOSTLE..KRIED!!!
Apostle Kried wins it, as he slowly gets to his feet, a security guard suddenly throws off his uniform to reveal he’s actually Titan! Kried sees him and charges out of the ring. The two trade blows, but eventually Titan breaks into a sprint down the ramp, with Kried hot on his tail.
[[Christian Carter is left alone in the ring breathing heavily. Suddenly “Walk Away” by Five Finger Death Punch hits as the fans boo. Johnny Clash and Jason Xavier walk out from the curtain with sunglasses and suits on. Johnny looks around the place and makes a disgusted face. He looks up at the titan tron and laughs. He walks into the ring with Xavier and stands face to face with Christian Carter]]
Johnny Clash: Where the hell am I? My goodness this place looks like a dump. Management must have really scraped their wallets to put this show together. I think the stage is made out of popsicle sticks and tin foil. Oh.. Theres someone in the ring. Hello little boy, are you lost? Do you need to find your mommy? Usher! Can we help this little boy back to his seat
[[Carter nods and says “very funny”]]
Johnny Clash: Wait a minute, where have I seen you before.....
[[Johnny takes his glasses off and puts one hand on his hip while he thinks]]
Johnny Clash: You are the kid that took my order at TGI Fridays the other night! Remember him Jason? He’s the guy that screwed up our order!
[[Carter stands there waiting for Clash to get to the point. Jason Xavier whispers something to Clash and Clash looks at Carter]]
Johnny Clash: Oh so you’re Christian Carter. How very nice to finally meet you. You are the one that talks a big game on twitter huh? You like being a tough guy on the internet? Well look at that because there is two of us out here now and only one of you little man. Do you know who you messed with kid? Do you know who I am? I’m mother fucking Johnny Clash!
[[The crowd boos and Jason Xavier claps next to him]]
Johnny Clash: I am the longest reigning NYCCW World and All-Action Champion. What are you? You had a title once and from what I remember you never lost it.
[[The crowd cheers for Carters accomplishment but he bows his head]]
Johnny Clash: Oh... What’s that? The fans don’t know how you lost that belt do they? I believe you had to forfeit it because you were a drunk... Alcoholic... Mess
[[Johnny gets closer in the face of Carter.]]
Johnny Clash: Strike a nerve kid? This might be Step Up but this is still my ring. So I suggest you get the fuck out of it before you I make you.
[[Johnny drops the microphone and him and Xavier move in towards Carter. Carter puts his hand out and says he’s leaving. He walks towards the ropes and Clash laughs with Xavier. Carter then turns back around and quickly hits a jumping enziguri kick on Jason Xavier. He goes to the mat but Clash attacks Carter. They begin beating him down as the crowd boos. Suddenly Even Flow by Pearl Jam hits Clash lifts Carter into the Bloodline position. He yells at Xavier to get to the ramp to cut off Cage. The crowd buzzes as Cage jumps the barrier and slips behind Clash who still has Carter lifted up high with his arms out. Cage goes to boot Clash in the back of the knee but stops and licks his finger then sticks it in Clash’s ear. Clash freaks out dropping Carter. The crowd begins a “WET WILLY!” chant. Clash turns around livid and sees Jake Cage standing there working on a palm pilot.]]
Johnny Clash: You stupid son of a bitch!!!
[[Cage points to Xavier saying it was him. Clash looks at Xavier for a second on the outside and turns back around as Cage tosses the palm pilot at him hitting Clash in the chest and falling to the mat. Clash looks at the mat then back at Cage. Cage smiles and throws the pen at Clash for good measure but accidentally hits him in the eye. Clash grabs his left eye and then takes off after Cage. Cage tells Carter to run as Carter gives him the “what have you done look.” The Promised Ones hop the barrier as TWI follow closely behind. Cage and Carter duck into the vast crowd as TWI is looking around. Cage tells Carter to stay where he is and crawls through the audience. Clash and Xavier stand in the open aisles.]]
Johnny Clash: Check over there….I’ll go this way.
[[Xavier goes back through the crowd towards the ring. He gets to 4 rows from ringside then gets tapped on the shoulder. Xavier turns around and gets pulled into the crowd. A scuffle looks to ensue then Cage springs up asking the crowd to remain silent. Cage signals to Carter to get up as they slowly work their way through the crowd after Clash. Clash turns around unable to see Xavier. Camera goes back to Cage and Carter as Cage tells Carter to run ahead of as he has a plan. Carter again reluctantly agrees and runs through the aisle and goes backstage. Clash sees this and quickly chases after him. Cage follows quietly behind.]]
Johnny Clash: WHERE ARE YOU CARTER? DRINKING AGAIN?
[[Cage pokes his head around the corner to see Clash checking every door. He looks and sees the t-shirt cannon lying on the table halfway down the hall. He ducks and rolls behind a vending machine as Clash turns behind him but he sees nothing. Clash opens the Woman’s locker room as a loud scream is heard.]]
Johnny Clash: Wow! They are Biguns!
Ms. Biguns: GET OUT OF HERE!!!
[[She slams the door in his face as Clash smirks and continues on looking for Carter. Cage has made it to the table and grabs the t-shirt cannon. He holds it in trigger position as Clash opens the last locker room door and then a big puff of powder is thrown into Johnny’s face. Carter get’s out runs back towards Cage.]]
Christian Carter: JAKE! FIRE THE DAMN THING!
Jake Cage: I can’t it’s…….it’s jammed……
Johnny Clash: I swear once I get my hands on you two little shits I’m going to kill you both!
Christian Carter: Dude he’s coming!!
Jake Cage: AHHHHHHH!
[[Cage tosses the cannon on the floor and it goes off firing a t-shirt right into Johnny’s groin sending him crumbling to the floor. Cage and Carter look at each other bewildered.]]
Jake Cage: Well that worked out nicely…..
Christian Carter: How did you?
Jake Cage: I dunno……Hey Chris…..
Christian Carter: What….no I’m not getting a beer! I do not drink!
Jake Cage: I wasn’t going to say that……god…have a little more respect for me would ya?
Christian Carter: Fine what were you going to ask?
Jake Cage: Nothing………..
[[The camera slowly rolls to Clash rolling on the ground, grabbing his groin in pain]]
Peter Burrows: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome... Ms. Bigguns!
Ms. Bigguns stands on the ramp, with her arms folded, glaring at the crowd. With her chest out and proud, she then struts down the ramp as her music plays, wearing a pair of glasses as usual, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. She walks straight over to the commentary table, where Killconey holds out a chair for her.
DING DING DING!!!
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Step Up Championship Tournament match! And is set for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit.
The sound of "Stricken" by Disturbed makes the fans jump out of their seats and boo. Brandon Nytrus walks out from the curtain and stops in the center of the stage, looking out to the fans.
Peter Burrow: Introducing first, from South Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 272 pounds...he is 'The Hardcore Icon'...BRRRRRANNNDONNNN... NYTRUS!
Nytrus slowly walks down towards the ring, eyes locked on the ring. He halts himself at the bottom of the ramp and takes a long look at the arena in front of him. He then walks towards the steel steps, slowly taking his time up each step.
Once through the second rope, he finds the nearest turnbuckle and grabs it. He looks down before he hops up onto the second rope. He lifts his head up and opens his eyes. Looking around the arena at the people. He hops down and anticipates his opponent
Hit That by The Offspring his and the crowd cheers loudly as Chicken appears on the entrance stage. He swallows hard, then glares intently at Nytrus in the ring. He powerwalks down the ramp and veers off to avoid the ring. He continues around the ring and his legs get wobbly as he passes the announce table. He seems to recover somewhat and waves weakly at Ms. Bigguns, who is not impressed. Chicken slides into the ring.
Peter Burrow: and his opponent from Denver, Colorado weighing in at 138lbs... CHICKEN!
He hops onto the turnbuckle and tries to flex what little muscles he has, but he is ultimately intimidated by Brandon Nytrus who takes a step towards him. Chicken slowly moves over by a the corner, then suddenly catching a glimpse of Ms. Biguns, which seems to give him some courage.
The bell rings and Chicken flies out of the corner and hops up on the back of Nytrus and goes for the sleeperhold, Brandon first looks a little startled, but then smirks as he starts parading around with Chicken clinging to his back. Nytrus slowly backs up towards the corner and then leaps backwards squashing Chicken into the corner. Chicken lets go and The Hardcore Icon grabs him by the neck and throws him into the middle of the ring and slowly follows, placing his foot on Chickens chest as he strikes a muscle pose.
...1...2 Chicken gets his shoulder up and tries to twist himself free from under Nytrus boot.
Brandon Nytrus looks down at his opponent, before landing a hard stomp right on Chickens chest, the much smaller Chicken nearly bounces of the canvas as the boot connects wrenching and twisting trying to get some air back in his body. Nytrus nonchalantly walks over and drags him to his feet before he scopes him up on his shoulder again driving Chicken back first into the turnbuckles and then slamming him to the mat in the middle of the ring
...1...2.. Kickout by Chciken
The Duke of Extreme shoot his opponent an irritated look as he once more drags him to his feet, Chicken is whipped to the ropes, ducking under a clothesline on the rebound and keeps going of the other side going for a clothesline of his own, but Brandon Nytrus doesn't botch an inch, Chicken leaps into the ropes again for another clothesline, but to no effect. Nytrus just stands and smirks at his opponent, wiping a little dust off his pectorals taunting Chciken who goes for the ropes a third time launching himself at Brandon with a crossbody, but Nytrus easely catches him and converts into a swinging sideslam.
...1...2... again Chicken gets his shoulder up in the last second.
Nytrus is fuming as he pulls Chicken off the mat and sets him up for “The Next Level” hoisting the small man high over his head. Somehow Chicken manages to rolls out and under Nytrus with a Sunset flip
...1... Nytrus kicks out and scrambles to his feet
Chicken catches his opponent with a dropkick, Nytrus almost springs back up, but is caught by yet another dropkick. This time he slowly gets up on one knee, Chicken charges and jumps of Brandon's knee with a Huricarana Driver, sending Nytrus head first into the mat. Chicken jumps to his feet as the crowd pop, it seems like he is feeding of the crowds reaction, as he gets in front of the commentary table he looks down at Jasmine Biguns, who smiles and applaud him. Chciken turns red and he starts grinning as he turns to the rising Brandon Nytrus and grabbing him in a headlock signaling for the Flying Chicken, he jumps up on the seccond rope, but Nytrus uses his power and throws Chicken backwards with a back suplex. Both are down, slowly stirring and rolling to their knees and then rising to their feet, nytrus is the first to act landing some hard blows to the head of Chicken, driving him back to the ropes. Barndon whips his opponent to the other side and catches him on the rebound going for a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Chicken counters into a DDT, drilling Nytrus head into the mat.
Feeling the effects of the match Chiken crawls over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, staring out on the cheering crowd. He pounds his chest repeatedly, getting ready to do God knows what, but he is innterrupted by Ms. Bigguns, who climbs on the apron, kisses her finger and pushes it to Chickens lips seductivley. Chicken nearly falls of the turnbuckle, but Nytrus shoves him back on and climbs up in front of him.
Killconey: Oh dear... this doesn’t look bad for poor Chicken, Ms. Bigguns seems to have proven to much a distraction to overcome...
Nytrus throws Chickens arm over his head and hits him with a Superplex! Nytrus triumphantly throws his body over Chicken.
...1...2...3!!!
DING...DING...DING!!!
Peter Burrow: The winner of this match, by pinfall... BRANDON... NYTRUS!!!
The crowd boos as Ms. Bigguns heads into the ring and happily raises Brandon’s arm with a smirk on her face, the two leave the ring together as Chicken dejectedly sits in the ring.
[British Grenadiers hits and the crowd cheers as Sir Cunningham makes his way to the ring. He seems eager to get started, and doesn’t even bother to wait for Chicken to leave the ring before he begins speaking.]
Cunningham: Ladies and Gentlemen, I truly hope you enjoyed tonight’s show...
Chicken: NO! I DIDN’T!
[The crowd laughs as Sir Cunningham glares at Chicken, who flees backstage.]
Cunningham: These young men and women have worked hard for your entertainment, which is why it brings me great pleasure for this announcement... First however, a bit of bad news. David Alexander, as many of you know, was seriously injured in last weeks show at the hands of Bill Adams and his cronies. I have been informed that sadly, and unfortunately, doctors are strongly recommending he refrain from wrestling for quite some time, if not permanently. It’s a real shame that Bill Adams decided to steal a young man’s career from him like that, I think so, I’m sure you all think so...
[He pauses to allow the fans to boo, which they do]
Cunningham: And thankfully, the board thinks so too, that’s why they have decided, that at Fusion, we will have a three-on-three tag team match, between three Step Up! wrestlers of my choosing, and three MNME wrestlers of Adams’ choosing. The winner of this match... well... lets just say the winner of this match is likely to see their Head Booking Manager gain a good bit more power! If I win, Step Up! is going to become a major MPW show, and I will be at the same level as Bill Adams, so anything he does to me, I can do right back to him, and he can’t complain about it at all. If he wins, which he won’t, he gains control of Step Up! Which he won’t! So I hope to see you all in the crowd for Fusion, cheering Team Step Up! to victory! Thank you all for coming tonight, I wish you a good night!
[The fans continue to cheer for a smiling Cunningham as the scene fades to the MPW logo.]
“This is so awesome! I’m such a badass!”
[Jake Cage drives into the picture on a beaten up moped.]
“Man I rule! What a way to make my grand entrance into Step U…..wait…..what the?”
[Halfway down the ramp the moped sputters then dies out. The moped continues down the ramp.]
Jake Cage: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
“I have no control over this thing……There must be….ah here the brake! Oh god!”
[Cage hits the brake and the moped comes to a halt sending Cage flipping over the front and landing on his back. He lies on the asphalt ground for a second before lifting his head and sees the moped still on two wheels heading straight for him. Before Cage has a chance to move out of the moped drives right over his groin. Cage clutches his groin rolls on his side only to see the moped come to a stop and fall on its side.]
“What? How in the? My God this burns! I don’t understand it…..The homeless man seemed trustworthy when I gave him a bag of Oreos for this moped.”
[Cage slowly gets to his feet.]
“Yup good one Cager…..first official match tonight and you get run over by a bum’s moped!”
[He limps a bit towards the security officer and gets stopped as he tries to go through.]
Security Guard: Name?
Jake Cage: Jake Cage
[He checks the list.]
Security Guard: Nope sorry…….
Jake Cage: What? The Real FN Deal Jake Cage!
Security Guard: Nope not on here…..
Jake Cage: Dude I am on the card tonight! I’m in a triple threat against what’s his nuts and…..oooohhh…..what’s his name….brown guy…..kinda dopey looking.
Security Guard: Jamal Abdul?
Jake Cage: YEAH! Him!
Security Guard: Yeah Mr. Abdul and Taufik arrived earlier as well as Mr. Andrews, just waiting on Jack Cage so we can start the show.
Jake Cage: Yeah I’m here…..
Security Guard: No you said you were Jake Cage not Jack Cage!
Jake Cage: Well obviously it was a typo….come on man what are you some dumbass Neanderthal that needs everything poin………and I’m stopping right there.
“Christ he’s huge! Good save Cager….Hope he didn’t notice what I was saying….I mean it was really harmless and all but…..oh my…..he’s mad.”
Jake Cage: Look clearly we got off on the wrong foot now I don’t want you channeling your energy into me as some guy is getting fried on an electric chair………
Security Guard: Pardon me?
Jake Cage: Nothing? Green Mile? Michael Clarke Duncan? Nothing at all? Ohhhh I get it….it didn’t come in a pop up book.
“Ooops! I did it again…..I played with your heart….whoops…almost did a little Britney there. Quick work some of that oh so good Cage charm!”
Jake Cage: So! You uhhhhh……like candy?
“Man he looks pissed….wait! EUREKA!”
Jake Cage: Ok fine……I’ll leave……hope you have a great night Mr Grumpy!
“This plan is working perfectly…..YES! he’s looking at his clipboard again! Now’s my chance!”
[Cage takes a run for it and gets passed the security guard then trips over his loose shoelace.]
“OH NO! What the hell? I swore I did the poem and everything! The bunny ran into the hole and I closed it up tight……oh no…..he’s coming….please for the love of god someone save……..”
Christian Carter: Jake?
“Thank you! I still won’t go on Sunday’s though God…..but we cool still.”
Jake Cage: Christian Carter…..fellow MPW roster member and MY tag team partner!
Christian Carter: Look Barry what’s the problem?
Barry: Was waiting for Jack Cage and this guy shows up saying he’s Jake Cage. You know how Sir Nigel has this wrapped up tighter than a bow with Adams interfering and all that.
Christian Carter: I understand…..look he’s with me………I can’t believe I just said that but yeah it’s just a typo. Thanks big man.
Barry: No Problem Mr Carter, better get in their, Cunningham’s pissed as hell that your buddy is late.
“I get to my feet and dust myself off.”
Jake Cage: YA! Let that be a lesson for you…….
Barry: What?!?
Jake Cage: OH GOD!
[Cage turns to run and trips again.]
“Again? Come on Cager!"
[Carter laughs and shakes his head at Cage who is getting up off of the floor yet again. Sir Cunningham comes rushing in and before you can blink he’s got his hands around Cage’s throat, red-faced and shouting as he begins shaking him around.]
Cunningham: YOU INCOMPETENT TWAT! YOU DO KNOW THE SHOW WAS SUPPOSED TO START SEVERAL MINUTES AGO RIGHT?
Jake Cage: Ack... gbthhh...nrg.....garry....ger....gunningnham!!!
[Cunningham releases Jake and runs the back of his head over his sweaty brow.]
Cunningham: Kindly get your ass in something proper and head to the stage with haste Mr. Cage, I won’t accept anymore delays.
Jake and Carter head towards the locker room area as Sir Cunningham grabs a two-way radio off his belt and sighs into it.
Cunningham: Go ahead and start, I think everything’s finally in order now.
The MPW logo flashes on screen for a few moments, then Move by Thousand Foot Krutch begins, and the Step Up! Opening video plays, both on the Titantron and on screen for online viewers. Then the camera pans across the front row of cheering fans, ending on Chris Killconey in a shiny purple three piece suit with a clashing red rose in the lapel button, and Dennis sitting next to him.
Killconey: Hello everybody and welcome to MPW Step Up! We’ve got a fantastic show lined up so you’ll all get to see the up and coming stars of MPW!
Dennis: I thought we’d never actually get started.
Killconey: Ah, yes, I suppose we should apologize for our slightly delayed start. We had some minor difficulties, but we’re all put together now, and we’re ready for a great night of classic wrestling action! For tonight’s co-main events we will see the final two Step Up! preliminary matches, after this, it will be elimination matches, ending at fusion, where we will crown our first Step Up! Champion! Tonight, we will see Christian Carter take on Apostle Kried for the top seed of group B, the loser will face Primal, and the winner will face the winner of our tiebreaker match!
Dennis: Right, Chicken and Brandon Nytrus will have to go at it one last time, with advancing to the elimination round at stake!
Killconey: To begin however, we have a fantastic three way match, between three guys who don’t share a lot of love or respect for each other, as we saw last week.
[Clips of the battle last week between Jamal Abdul and Ian Andrews play, ending with Andrews knocking out Jake Cage, who had just saved him from a post match attack.]
As the clips end, "Even Flow" by Pearl Jam blasts and Jake Cage comes stumbling through the back curtain, his shirt pulled halfway over his head as he bumbles down the ramp, desperately trying to pull it all the way on. He ends up slamming face-first into the ring apron, and falls to the ground outside, which draws a laugh from the crowd.
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen this contest will be held under three way, one fall rules, with a thirty minute time limit. The first man to gain pinfall or submission being declared the winner. Introducing first from Seattle Washington, weighing in at 225lbs... THE REEEALLL “EFING DEAL” nnJAAAAKE CAAAAAGEEEE!!!
[The crowd pops again as Jake manages to roll himself into the ring, where he finally pulls his shirt all the way down. He smiles, very proud of himself for his accomplishment. He then tears his shirt off with much theatrics and tosses it into the laughing crowd. He climbs the ring post and psychs up the crowd with more of his goofy theatrics, as his music fades, he seems to get more serious as he turns to the entrance way.]
[Lies Greed Misery by Linkin Park suddenly bursts through the stadium, for 10 seconds nothing happens then Red White and Blue strobe lights come on as Ian Andrews makes his way to the ring, as he gets in the ring Ian takes the Microphone from Peter Burrow and announces himself.]
Ian Andrews: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Boston, Mass. he is the second olyimpic medalist in Pro wrestling history, and a hell of a lot better looking then anyone here, he is... Ian Andrews."
[He drops the mic, causing Peter to jump forward to grab it, as Ian stands in the center of the ring and locks eyes with Cage, who returns the stare, while moving across the ring into one of the corners. Andrews slowly turns away from Cage and begins shaking and slapping his limbs, warming up for the match as he heads to the opposite corner.]
Arab Americans by Jim Johnston his and the crowd erupts in boos and jeers as Jamal Abdul appears at the entrance way. He glares out angrily at the crowd and shouts at a couple of them, before Taufik appears beside him and the two head to the ring.
Peter Burrow: And their opponent, from Detroit, Michigan.... weighing in at 180lbs... JAAAAMAAAALLLL AAABDUUUULLL!
Taufik rabs Jamal’s head to his and they chat briefly. Jamal nods at the instructions, then slides into the ring and stares at Jake Cage as he walks right towards him. Alex Santiago step between them and sends Jamal back to his corner. He goes, glaring at Andrews as he does. The three men all wait in their corner, looking from one to another, as Burrow exits the ring, Santiago checks on each competitor, then calls for the bell.
The bell rings...DING...DING...DING...
All three men move out of the corner, but hesitate to advance. They stand looking at each other, waiting for one of the others to make the first move. Ian Andrews is the first to break, charging Jamal with a clothesline, Jamal Abdul ducks under it and runs to the opposite side of the ring. Slowly Andrews turn not looking to happy with the outcome of his first attack as he prepares to charge again. But this time he is caught of guard by Jake Cage who uses Andrews own momentum for a hiptoss, flying into the cover
...1...kickout by Andrews.
Killconey: Jake Cage, putting his opponents on notice with an early pin attempt. That can be useful if it makes his opponents have to worry more about him.
Dennis: I think Taufik has something planned.
Cage pulls Andrews to his feet and the two trade blows. Meanwhile Taufik stops Jamal, from interfering, with a shake of his head. Ian Andrews gets the better of the exchange. He dodges a punch and slams a kick into the gut of Cage. He slaps on a head lock and floats over in a beautiful executed snap suplex, and he covers.
...1...2 Jake Cage gets his shoulder up.
Killconey: Now Andrews with a pin attempt here.
From the outside Taufik again instructs Abdul to wait. The two other men are going at it with wild blows. Jake Cage gets the upper hand and moves in and behind with a waistlock, but Andrews reverses into a side russian legsweep, rolling himself on top of Jake Cage for the pin, but Cage instantly throws him of and they both get to their feet. Meanwhile Jamal Abdul is discussing tactics with Taufik at the opposite side of the ring. Ian Andrews and Jake Cage look at each other then at Abdul, then at each other, before storming towards Jamal who has his back turned, not realizing the danger. Taufik yells out a warning in the last second and Jamal ducks, pulling down the top rope. Jake Cage flies over and to the outside, Ian Andrews stops, and stomps on the ducking Jamal. Andrews picks Jamal off the mat, and whips him to the ropes. He catches Jamal with a knee, which sends him into a frontflip to the mat. Andrews grabs the arm of Jamal in an armbar. As Jamal whips around trying to escape, Taufik jumps up on the apron. Andrews lets go and charges for Taufik, who drops off the apron. Andrews glares at Taufik, and gets caught in a roll up from behind by Jamal.
...1...2.Andrews gets himself loose
Jamal Abdul looking a bit frustrated as he drags his opponent to his feet, Andrews trying to fight back, but the attempt is stopped with a few stiff rights by Jamal. On the outside Jake Cage is back to his feet and attempts to slide into the ring, but is stopped by a double axe handle to the back by Taufik, who quickly rushes away.
Killconey: Jamal is getting some assistance from his mentor here, hardly what I would call fair play.
Dennis: Well the ref can’t call it if he doesn’t see it.
Inside the ring Jamal Abdul is working over Ian Andrews in the corner burying his shoulder in his opponent’s midsection, Abdul keeps on the offense and scores with a Belly to Belly side suplex out of the corner. He goes to follow up with a stomp, but Andrews catches the foot taking Abdul down and spinning into an anklelock. Abdul screams in pain reaching for the ropes, but he is too far away, the referee is down asking him if he is going to give up.
Dennis: Andrews is going to win it here!
Killconey: He certainly has the upper hand for the moment...
Dennis: For the moment? Just look at Jamal’s face!
Suddenly from behind comes Cage bashing Andrews with a forearm smash to the back of the head breaking the submission.
Killconey: Ah, there you have it. Anything can happen in a three way match. Very dangerous to get too focused on one opponent.
Jake Cage goes after Abdul, who is rolling around holding his ankle, Cage looking for a submission of his own, but Andrews stops him with a low blow. Both Cage and Jamal are down as Ian Andrews gets to his feet, a smirk playing on his lips as he taunts his opponents, before grabbing Jake and forcing him to his feet. Andrews locks in a front waistlock and sends Cage sailing over in a Northern-Lights suplex, he bridges for the cover.
...1...2 Jamal breaks it up.
Killconey: Beautiful suplex there from Andrews, but he didn’t find an opportunity for a clean pin.
Slowly all three get to their knees, all of them staring at each other again waiting for whom will make the first move. Jamal launches himself at Cage, who counters throwing him over with a Fireman's carry takedown, Andrews looking to take advantage of the situation, moves in but Jake launches himself at his opponent with a spear. Jake Cage rolls to his feet with a pop from the crowd, firing himself up stomping his feet as he stares intensely at his rising opponents. Cage moves in grabbing them both by the hair and slamming his head into theirs in a triple headbutt. Jamal and Andrews immediatley goes down, Cage smirks, then stumbles on his feet and staggers into the ropes, he flips over the top and falls to the outside.
Dennis: Umm... I think Cage just knocked himself out...
Killconey: It would appear so... perhaps his head was not as hard as he thought.
Dennis: It must be for him to even think that was a good idea.
Killconey: Touche.
Abdul is on his knees where Andrews grabs him by the head, but Jamal Abdul lands a blatant low blow. Andrews drops to his knees as Abdul quickly springs to his feet he bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Andrews in the face. Andrews drops to the mat and Jamal drops on him for the cover.
...1...2... Andrews shoves Jamal off of him.
Jake Cage still looking a bit dazed after the headbutt fiasco and is wobbly on his feet, he starts to slide in the ring, but instead just lies there on the apron a bit. Andrews on the attack charging with a clothesline, followed by an elbow drop onto Jamal. He starts stomping away on the fallen Abdul, but as he looks up, he gets met with a Suprise! from Taufik!
Dennis: Hey! He can’t do that!
Killconey: Taufik picked his spot perfectly, he snuck in just as Santiago went to check on Cage over on the apron. Now it’s a perfect chance for Jamal Abdul!
Taufik slides out of the ring and orders Jamal to go for the pin. Jamal picks himself up, and drops on top of Andrews...
...1...2... NO! Jake Cage comes flying in to break up the pin!
Taufik grabs his head in disbelief! Cage rolls Andrews out of the way and out of the ring before he grabs Abdul, he flawlessly hits him with the Dealbreaker! Cage celebrates for the fans a moment, then goes to pin Jamal, but before he can, Taufik grabs Jamal by the foot and pulls him out of the ring!
Killconey: Taufik again with the save for his protege! Stealing the win from Jake Cage here... wait! Here comes Carter!
Christian Carter comes running down the ramp and blindsides Taufik, sending him down and out. He grabs Jamal and swings him back into the ring... where he is hit by another Dealbreaker!!!
Killconey: A second Dealbreaker from Cage! And now Cage with the cover!
...1....2...3!!!
The bell rings...
DING...DING...DING!!!
Carter slides into the ring and slaps his partner on the back before raising the arm of a still woozy, but smiling Jake Cage.
Peter Burrow: The winner of this match... by pinfall... JAAAAAKE CAAAAAAGE!!!
Killconey: Well, it certainly could have gone any which way there, but in the end it was Jake Cage who manages to just eke out a victory over two very game opponents.
[The scene opens with Brandon Nytrus, the Hardcore Icon, making his way through a corridor, clearly prepared for tonight's match. He is suddenly interrupted when he gets a pat on the back. He turns around to see Ms. Biguns, who has a smirk on her face.]
Ms. Biguns: My my, if it isn't the Duke of Extreme himself, mister Nytrus. What are you doing hanging around with a bunch of misfits?
Brandon Nytrus: With all do respect Miss Biguns, I'm destined for great things here in MPW, and if I have to start from the bottom, then that'll just make things more fun. So what do you want?
[Ms. Biguns is secretly delighted with Brandon's enthusiasm.]
Ms. Biguns: Well, if you must know, I'm still scouting talent around here for a potential new client. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for what happened last Monday, what that foreign brute did to you was totally uncalled for...and I was hoping to make it up to you somehow...
[Brandon finally takes full notice.]
Brandon Nytrus: I'm listening...
Ms. Biguns: Now I'm sure that you'll do just fine hitting the big time around here, but...let's just say that if you're interested in a little...company. Trust me when I say that, with my help, I can make you a star in no time!
Brandon Nytrus: I'll think about it...
Ms. Biguns: Great. Oh, and if you need anything, here's my card...
[She hands him her business card, which he looks at momentarily before hiding it away.]
Ms. Biguns: Oh, and before you go...
[She pulls out a piece of paper from her top.]
Ms. Biguns: ...I have a little message here for Mister Adams. Would you mind passing it along to him when you can?
Brandon Nytrus: What do I look like to you, a messenger boy?
Ms. Biguns: You're right. Besides, it's not like you want a title match against Trey Baxter...
Brandon Nytrus: Alright. Give me that.
[She hands him the piece of paper as she gives him a cheeky smirk. As he hides the paper away however, the crowd suddenly pops at the appearance of Chicken. He comically stands between Brandon and Biguns as he glares at his much larger upcoming opponent.]
Chicken: Back off Brandon! You even think of touching Ms. Biguns so help me god I will...
[Ms. Biguns suddenly pulls him away, perplexed by what she was seeing.]
Ms. Biguns: Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are!?
Chicken: Oh...miss...I was...just...you know...I...I...
[He begins rubbing his forehead, but upon catching another glance at the Hardcore Icon, a sudden burst of flame sparks in his stomach.]
Chicken: ...I'm the guy who's gonna be slapping the piss out of this pillock later tonight!
[The crowd cheers as Brandon viciously stares down his opponent, but Ms. Biguns was amused. In fact, she started giggling.]
Ms. Biguns: Really? You? You think that you can defeat this guy? I think you need a few more reps at the gym first! You don't stand a chance!
[She continues to laugh, and gives a nudge to Brandon, encouraging him to laugh. He does not. As the laughter continues, Chicken starts to feel rather silly.]
Ms. Biguns: In fact, I'll tell you what...if you can somehow beat Brandon Nytrus tonight, I will happily and personally sign you up as my new client.
[Chicken is gobsmacked.]
Ms. Biguns: Do we have a deal?
[Chicken is completely frozen stiff. He can't believe he has just been offered. As he lets out the largest gulp in his life, he shakes her hand, unaware of how much he is quivering. He finally dashes off, leaving Biguns and Brandon alone again. The smirk on her face suddenly disappears.]
Ms. Biguns: Brandon, you had better kick his ass tonight!
Brandon Nytrus: Don't worry sweet cheeks...I intend to.
[The scene fades out.]
DING...DING...DING!!!
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, with a time limit of 30 minutes...
["Sound of Madness" by Shinedown plays out across the arena, blue lazers and green lights flashing in time with the intro's drum hits. The song's opening lyrics begin...]
"Yeeaah I get it you're an outcast, always under attack, always comin' in last, bringin' up the past. No one owes you anything. I think, you need a shotgun blast, a kick in the ass, so paranoid, WATCH YOUR BACK!"
[The intro ends and out walks Tony McNail from behind the curtain. He looks around from the stage at the roaring crowd and can't suppress his smile, instead hiding it behind a sideways grin. Tony adjusts his elbow pads, checks his wrist tape and begins storming down to the ring as the lyrics begin.]
Peter Burrow: "Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland...weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds...."The Chaos Campaign"... TONY......MCNAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIL!!!"
[Tony speedily walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he immediately jumps up onto the nearest second turnbuckle. He looks around at the crowd and then throws both fists into the air, a loud crack of blue pyro going off on the lighting rigging overhead. Tony lowers his fists and nods his head to the music before jumping down and standing in the corner, anxiously awaiting the ring bell.]
["Faint" By Linkin Park begins to play and the lights begin to flash. After the intro Ricky Kimmel comes out through the smoke wearing his usual entrance attire. He walks to the edge of the ramp as fireworks go off behind him. He continues down the ramp, slapping fans hands on the way down and even taking a few pictures.
Peter Burrow: And his opponent, from Dresden Tenesee, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is The X-Treme Kid... RICKKYYYYY KIMMMMMEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL!!!"
The crowd cheers as Ricky slides into the ring and hopes up on the turnbuckle. He holds his arm up as the fans cheer once more. He takes off his hoody and throws it into the crowd and then climbs down. He turns with a smirk towards Mcnail, who nods in anticipation of the upcoming battle. Referee Howard Green calls for the bell...
DING...DING...DING...
Ricky Kimmel explodes with a dropkick to the face of McNail as soon the bell rings, quickly jumping back on his feet and delivering another kick to Tony McNail as he gets up. Kimmel runs for the ropes and bounces of with a high crossbody, but Tony catches him and reverses into a fallaway slam. Mcnail quickly comes back up and starts stomping away on Kimmel, before dragging him back up and over to the turnbuckle. Tony smashes his opponents head into the turnbuckle as the fans count off 1..2..3..4...5. He lets go of Ricky who staggers backwards, McNail is quickly back on the attack leveling Kimmel with a lariat and following it up by hooking the leg...
...1... kickout
Frustrated Tony McNail hits the mat, before standing up and shaking a finger at referee Howard Green, Kimmel gets up from behind, with a quick rollup
...1...2.Tony kicks out cleanly
Both get to their feet McNail furious as he spins into a frenzy of heavy rights sending Ricky Kimmel staggering to the ropes, Tony grabs him and whips him to the other side catching him with a Rydeen bomb on the rebound. McNail drags Kimmel back up, again sending him into the ropes, but this time following and taking them both up and over the ropes with a cactus clothesline. McNail and Kimmel hits the floor and Howard Green yells at them to bring it back in the ring before starting his ten count
1...2...3...
The Chaos Campaign is back up landing some brutal kicks to the midsection of Ricky Kimmel, before sending the Extreme Kid into the guardrail
4...5...6...
Kimmel slumps down over the barricade and falls victim of a brutal running big boot to the back of the skull by McNail, he grabs Kimmel and rolls him back into the ring, following closely behind himself. He rolls Kimmel into the middle and goes for a pin...
1...2.. Kimmel forces himself free and rolls over onto his chest, before bouncing to his feet and catching a rising McNail with an uppercut! Kimmel sends McNail to the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a mule kick, McNail drops to a knee, and Kimmel goes for a Shining Wizard, but McNail swiftly ducks and pulls his knee out from under Kimmel, catching Kimmel from behind with an atomic drop. Kimmel trips forward, as he starts to turn, he is grabbed from the side and tossed over the ropes by McNail! McNail follows him out as well and pulls Kimmel to his feet as Green begins the count
...1...
McNail hits him with a snap DDT, and follows up with a standing senton...
...2...3...
McNail pulls Kimmel to his feet and whips him into the apron, Kimmel takes it in the gut and staggers backwards into Backbreaker from McNail...
...4...5...6...
McNail picks Kimmel up by the head, Kimmel suddenly bell claps McNails ears and drops down to his knees with a jaw breaker!
...7...8...
Kimmel crawls towards the ring, but McNail grabs his leg and hits a dragon screw takedown. Now McNail tries to get in the ring, but he can’t get in in time.
9...10!!!
DING...DING...DING!!!
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, by double countout... this match has been ruled a draw!
McNail can’t believe it. The fans boo the draw as McNail pounds his fists on the mat.
Killconey: That can’t feel for McNail, he had this thing won, he just waited a little too long to get back in the ring, and let himself get caught at a very unlucky time.
Dennis: Tony McNail looks really pissed about this...
Killconey: Well, I would say his wrath is well founded, as this is an unfortunate way to end the match, but staying angry will only hurt his focus in future matches.
[McNail seems to calm down slightly, though he’s still clearly not happy about how it ended. The scene fades out as we head backstage.]
[Backstage, Chicken is pacing back and forth in an empty corridor, rubbing his hands together and murmuring to himself. He seems awfully excited. His track of thought is suddenly interrupted by Sweeney, who taps him on the shoulder and makes him jump slightly.]
Sweeney: Dude? Where've you been? You're supposed to be getting ready for your match!
Chicken: Didn't you hear? If I win tonight, Ms. Biguns will sign me up as her new client!
Sweeney: What? I don't believe it...
Chicken: No, I'm telling you! She promised me that if I can beat Brandon tonight, she will personally sign me up!
Sweeney: Well...but how do you know that she just said that to keep you distracted for Brandon to win?
Chicken: Shut up, I know her, and she wouldn't do anything like that! Why would she be interested in that over-sized bacon strip anyway?
Sweeney: Well...you might find out tonight if you lose...
Chicken: Look mate, I've already fulfilled half a dream when I signed up here to MPW, and now I have a chance to fulfill the second half of that dream by signing up with the love of my life! I've got to seize this opportunity. This isn't about titles anymore, and this certainly about that prick...it's about me finally fulfilling my dreams! This is about love, and if I win tonight, I'll be one step closer to realizing true love! Don't you take that away from me!
Sweeney: I hear ya dude, but listen, I don't want you to be distracted by her tonight. Remember what Brandon did to you a few weeks ago? You can't get love get in the way of that. That bastard needs to pay big time.
Chicken: Hey...do you think she'll be at ringside tonight?
Sweeney: Chicken...
Chicken: ...or maybe she'll be talking about me on commentary! Oh can you imagine?
Sweeney: Chicken please...you gotta keep your focus. You have to win this match!
Chicken: You're right. I have to win this match. I have to win it, I have to win it, I have to win it...
[Chicken murmurs to himself once again as he walks off camera, leaving Sweeney alone with a concerned look on his face.]
DING...DING...DING...
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall, with a time limit of 30 minutes.
"In Ashes They Shall Reap" By Hatebreed begins to play and the arena goes dark. Red lazors begin flashing around the arena, and the ramp begins to put out smoke. At 0:24 the lights begin to flash blood red as Kuk Killswitch rises up from the ramp on a throne. The titantron shows "The Ring is my Kingdom" in big medieval looking letters. Barbedwire covers the outsides of the throne and weapons, blood, and chains cove the rest. Kuk sits in the throne with a large black King's cape which covers his his whole shoulder area and torso and goes down to his feet. A large crown sits upon his head covered in brutal barbedwire and in the front has 2 Kendo Sticks crossed. Kuk sits there for a moment, soaking in the boos before he stands up and throws his head back, knocking off his King's cape and crown as fireworks explode behind him. He now wears a sleeveless "Ultraviolent" Hoodie, and his normal entrance attire. He walks down the ramp, yelling and trash talking back at the crowd who does the same to him.
Peter Burrow: "Introducing first, weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Hell's Kitchen, New York, he is The Ultraviolent Nightmare... KUK KILLLSWIIITCHHH!"
Kuk is at the bottom of the ramp and he turns to walk towards the steps. He turns towards the fans and looks at everyone of them. He get's in their faces and begin yelling expletives towards them before turning around and walking up the stairs. He orders the ref to open the ropes for him and the ref does. Kuk shoves the ref over and laughs as he get's in the ring. He hops up on the turnbuckle and points to himself with his thumbs yelling "MY KINGDOM!" out at the crowd. He turns around and sits on the top turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin. His music fades as the boos continue.]
[Adema's "Immortal" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage as the lights dim down. The soft opening of the song fades into the heavy guitar riff as David Dreadful walks out to crowd wrapped in the Chicago National Flag. . The fans look on and for some odd unknown reason, they begin to almost instantly despise the man.
Peter Burrow: And his opponent, From Chicago, Illinois, Weighing in at 216 pounds... DAVID DREEEEADFULLL!
David walks down the ramp way, eyes locked on the ring ignoring the boos and jeers of the audience as he slides in and for the first time during the entrance..will slowly turn his head and glare at the fans. He then walks over and kneels down in front of the turnbuckle and waits for the bell.
DING...DING...DING...
Kuk and Dreadful circle each other both looking for an opening and Kuk finds it landing a hard knee to the midsection of David Dreadful. Quickly Killswitch slaps on the side headlock and drives his opponent to the mat with a Bulldog, spinning back to his feet and of the ropes landing a punt like kick to the face of Dreadful. Kuk covers
...1..2.. Kickout by David Dreadful
Kuk Killswitch shakes his head and slowly rises grabbing his opponents head, but Dreadful starts fighting back with body blows, Kuk doubles over and is sent flying with a Gutwrench suplex, quickly following up with a baseball slide, sending Kuk rolling under the bottom rope and down on the arena floor. Killswitch rises on the outside just in time to see David going for a Suicide Dive and steps to the side, Dreadful stops just before the ropes, a smirk plays on his lips as he taunts Kuk, waving his finger at the Ultra Violent One. Kuk reaches in and sweeps Dreadful of his legs, slowly crawling back in the ring while landing wild punches to the body and head of David Dreadful. Kuk pulls his opponent back to his feet and whips him into the corner, following with a devastating clothesline squashing David against the turnbuckle. Killswitch keeps on the attack driving his shoulder into the gut of David Dreadful, before throwing him to the mat with a snapmare. Kuk goes up top looking for something big to end the match as he sails of the top turnbuckle, but hits nothing but mat as Dreadful rolls out of the way. David quickly follows up with knee strikes to the back of Killswitch, before locking in a STF. Kuk screams out in pain as he battles his way to the ropes, Dreadful keeps the hold letting go as the referee gets to the count of four. He delivers a few kicks to the back of Killswitch before dragging him up to his feet and whipping him back first into the turnbuckles. Kuk staggers forward and drops to the mat holding his back, as David Dreadful parades around the ring taunting his opponent and calling for the end, he goes over and grabs Kuk's head going for The River Styx, but Killswitch somehow reverses and drops to the mat with the Kimura, David Dreadful screams out as he taps DING DING DING
[The camera goes backstage to Sir Cunningham’s office, he’s standing in the middle of the room talking on the phone, looking exhausted.]
Cunningham: No, you cannot order a pizza. Look, I’m almost finished here, can’t you just wait? I’ll be home soon, and we can go to... I don’t know... McDonalds, or wherever you Lankies like, but please don’t bother me... You can’t be that hungry surely... Ugh... please just... NO! NO! You are not making Yorkshire Puddings while I’m out of the house... I don’t care how old you are...
[Apostle Kried walks into the room, causing a pop from the crowd. Apostle glances at the camera and discretley winks before turing back to Sir Cunningham.]
Apostle Kried: Sir...
[Cunningham holds up a finger and finishes talking.
Cunningham: Look, if you’re that hungry, there’s the breadbox, and a lovely jar of marmalade in the cooler, so tide yourself over with that. I have work to do, see you tonight.
[He hangs up the phone]
Cunningham: Sorry Kried, personal issues. What was it you wanted?
Apostle Kried: Who was that?
Cunningham: Not important, maybe I’ll tell you on free time, what did you need?
Apostle Kried: Oh right, so... my match is next, and I was kind of hoping I could get you to maybe confirm that Bill Adams and Titan will not be a part of it?
[Sir Cunningham smirks.]
Cunningham: Oh, don’t you worry about Bill Adams, I’ll take care of it... I have a... shall we say... and announcement that I think everyone involved with Step Up! will be very interested in hearing... and I’ll be making that announcement... tonight!
Apostle Kried: And whatever this announcement is... it’s enough to keep Billy out of my hair right?
Cunningham: Oh, he already knows... I half expected him to reveal it on MNME, but I guess he decided to let me have that honor... personally I’m overjoyed that I get to tell everyone... and if you’re still worried, I had the security team entirely devoted to floor monitoring, I can assure you Titan and Bill Adams are not in the building. Now, I suggest you head to your match. No more delays...
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Step Up Championship Tournament match! And is set for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit.
[Sandpaper by Fozzy cuts on and very bright white strobes begin flashing in tune with the music. The crowd cheers loudly as Christian Carter breaks through the curtain with tons of energy.]
Peter Burrow: Introducing first, from Phoenix Arizona, weighing 220 pounds, Twisted Chaos... CHRRRRISTIAN... CARRRTERRR!!!
[Carter smiles and poses for a few seconds before charging the ring and sliding in. He bounces of the ropes and runs to an opposite corner, jumping on the turnbuckle and posing again for the crowd. He jumps off and heads to his corner as his music fades.]
[Money by Brian Welch slowly fades in and the crowd immediately erupts in cheers, Yellow spotlights run over the crowd as Kried smashes his way through the curtain and drops to a knee.]
Peter Burrow: And his opponent, from Bavaria Germany... weighing 280 pounds... The German Adonis, AAAAAAPOSTLLLLE... KRRRRIIIIEEEEED!!!
[Apostle crosses himself before rising to his feet and throwing his fists out to the side and roaring to the delight of the fans. He walks intently to the ring and climbs up on the apron. He rolls his neck around to loosen up before climbing in. He stands in the center of the ring and throws his arms out again, looking straight at the camera this time. He breaks the pose and shifts from foot to foot, shaking his arms, in a last second warm up before the match. He heads into the corner and awaits the bell.]
As the bell rings Carter extends his hand to Kried, Kried looks at it hesitantly, but gives it a quick shake before they lock up in the collar and elbow. Apostle Kried gets the best of it twisting Carters arm into an overhead wristlock forcing Twisted Chaos backwards into a bridge. Carter drops to his back and pushes the German of with a kick, before doing a kip up. Apostle Kried a little startled by the kick takes a few steps back, but quickly regains his balance and grabs a hold of Carter as he lands on his feet, going for the backdrop, but Christian rolls over lands behind him locking his arms around Krieds waist. Apostle Kried counters, breaking the hold and swinging into a hammerlock, Christian twists out of the hold again. The two stand staring at each other, Christian charges but is taken down with a drop toehold, Kried swiftly moves forward locking his opponent in a front headlock. Slowly Kried drags them both up and lets go of Carter's head only to send him stumbling backwards with a European uppercut. The German charges, but this time Christian Carter counters landing an Enzuigiri like kick to Kried who tumbles into the near corner. Twisted Chaos is quickly back on his feet and jumps Apostle Kried in the corner, nearly climbing the German and sending him down on the mat with a Monkey flip.
Kried scrambles to his feet only to be send down by a step up headscissors by Carter, who keeps his legs wrapped around the Germans neck. Apostle Kried battles to get out, but Christian keeps his legs locked. Finally Kried gets to his knees and flips himself on top of Twisted Chaos.
...1...2. Carter lets go and kicksout.
Apostle Kried doesn't waste time spinning around and locking his arms around Carters legs, rising to his feet and flinging Christian backwards with a wheelbarrow suplex. The German springs back up and grabs the stirring Christian Carter, he whips him to the ropes and goes for the clothesline, but Carter ducks under and comes of the othe side with a flying crossbody
…1... Apostle Kried powers out sending carter flying of him.
They both get to their feet, Christian launching himself into Kried with a spinning heel kick and hits his mark, the German stumbles backwards, carter follows up with a dropkick. Sending Apostle Kried down on the mat near the ropes. Carter springboards of and lands a leg drop.
From inside the ring Christian Carter looks down to see whats happening as he drags Apostle Kried to his feet, Kried capitalizes on the distraction catching Christian off guard with a side belly to belly suplex. He quickly throws a look down at the spectacle at ringside and smirks, before going back to work on Carter locking in a butterfly lock on the mat. Christian screams out, but refuses to give in, Kried adding more pressure by rising to his knees, but Carter still refuses. Finally Apostle Kried gets both of them back to their feet.
Bill Adams: Hey Kriiiieeeed...
Apostle Kried lets go of Christian Carter who drops to the mat, the German moves to the ropes, facing the Titantron, which now shows the face of a smirking Bill Adams.
Bill Adams: Figured it wouldn’t be one of your matches if I didn’t help you win, after all, you have been working for me this entire time.
[The crowd collectively gasps, some even begin to boo Kried]
Inside the ring Kried smirks and turns towards the rising Christian Carter, the two stare at each other and gives a slight nod as they lock up in the collar and elbow again.
Bill Adams: Hey! What are you doing! Don’t ignore me!
The two competitors ignore him. Kried goes behind, Christian reverses and goes for the German suplex, but Kried blocks it with his foot and throws a back elbow to the face of Carter, who lets go of his grip, the German grabs Twisted Chaos head and flips him to the mat with the snapmare driver and locks in a Crucifix armbar. Carter screams out in pain as his arms are ripped backwards, shaking his head in refusal to give in to the power of the German. Apostle Kried rolls him over in the pin
...1...2... Carter manages to kick out and get out of the hold.
Bill Adams: HEY I AM AN IMPORTANT MAN! Hey Kried! Look at me! I’ve got your sister! Carter! I know you’ve been drinking! I’ve got proof! Look over here! I’ll show it to you! Look at me dammit!
Cunningham: Better idea, look at me.
Cunningham: Mr. Adams, I said you were not allowed in the arena, that means in person, or on my equipment. So, before you continue with any more of these ridiculous lies...
[The crowd pops hard as the few who were actually suckered into thinking Kried was working with Adams realize they were fooled]
Cunningham: I’m going to ask you to kindly remove your fat ass from my Titantron.
Bill Adams: You think you can tell me what to do? You annoying British fuck? I outrank your pathetic show and you, I can do whatever the hell I want.
Cunningham: And I can pull the plug for the titantron.
[He yanks on a cord and the Titantron goes blank to the cheers of the crowd. Sir Cunningham bows to the crowd, then motions to the men in the ring.]
Cunningham: Continue please Gentlemen.
Carter and Kried glance at each other, nod, then charge each other and begin exchanging blows, Carter ducks a wild swing from Kried and sweeps the legs with a low kick. Kried is quickly back up and turns to Christian Carter only to caught by a frankensteiner sending him back on the mat, carter follows through grabbing Kried’s head and delivering a nasty looking neckwhip, before jumping the corner. He finds his balance on the turnbuckle and sails of with the moonsault.
...1...2.. Kickout by Kried, Christian Carter looking at him in disbelief, before dragging the German back to his feet.
Twisted Chaos signals for the end setting up for the Combustable Element, but Kried kneels and blocks the move instead lifting Carter up on his back and drilling him into the mat with a back to belly piledriver. Kried throws his arms to the side, causing a roar from the fans as he stays behind Carter, who slowly rises to his feet, as Carter turns, he is met by a kick to the gut from Apostle, who hooks his arms and hits the Ride of the Valkyries! Kried drops on Carter for the cover...
...1...2...3... Ding Ding Ding
The winner of this match, by Pinfall... APOSTLE..KRIED!!!
Apostle Kried wins it, as he slowly gets to his feet, a security guard suddenly throws off his uniform to reveal he’s actually Titan! Kried sees him and charges out of the ring. The two trade blows, but eventually Titan breaks into a sprint down the ramp, with Kried hot on his tail.
[[Christian Carter is left alone in the ring breathing heavily. Suddenly “Walk Away” by Five Finger Death Punch hits as the fans boo. Johnny Clash and Jason Xavier walk out from the curtain with sunglasses and suits on. Johnny looks around the place and makes a disgusted face. He looks up at the titan tron and laughs. He walks into the ring with Xavier and stands face to face with Christian Carter]]
Johnny Clash: Where the hell am I? My goodness this place looks like a dump. Management must have really scraped their wallets to put this show together. I think the stage is made out of popsicle sticks and tin foil. Oh.. Theres someone in the ring. Hello little boy, are you lost? Do you need to find your mommy? Usher! Can we help this little boy back to his seat
[[Carter nods and says “very funny”]]
Johnny Clash: Wait a minute, where have I seen you before.....
[[Johnny takes his glasses off and puts one hand on his hip while he thinks]]
Johnny Clash: You are the kid that took my order at TGI Fridays the other night! Remember him Jason? He’s the guy that screwed up our order!
[[Carter stands there waiting for Clash to get to the point. Jason Xavier whispers something to Clash and Clash looks at Carter]]
Johnny Clash: Oh so you’re Christian Carter. How very nice to finally meet you. You are the one that talks a big game on twitter huh? You like being a tough guy on the internet? Well look at that because there is two of us out here now and only one of you little man. Do you know who you messed with kid? Do you know who I am? I’m mother fucking Johnny Clash!
[[The crowd boos and Jason Xavier claps next to him]]
Johnny Clash: I am the longest reigning NYCCW World and All-Action Champion. What are you? You had a title once and from what I remember you never lost it.
[[The crowd cheers for Carters accomplishment but he bows his head]]
Johnny Clash: Oh... What’s that? The fans don’t know how you lost that belt do they? I believe you had to forfeit it because you were a drunk... Alcoholic... Mess
[[Johnny gets closer in the face of Carter.]]
Johnny Clash: Strike a nerve kid? This might be Step Up but this is still my ring. So I suggest you get the fuck out of it before you I make you.
[[Johnny drops the microphone and him and Xavier move in towards Carter. Carter puts his hand out and says he’s leaving. He walks towards the ropes and Clash laughs with Xavier. Carter then turns back around and quickly hits a jumping enziguri kick on Jason Xavier. He goes to the mat but Clash attacks Carter. They begin beating him down as the crowd boos. Suddenly Even Flow by Pearl Jam hits Clash lifts Carter into the Bloodline position. He yells at Xavier to get to the ramp to cut off Cage. The crowd buzzes as Cage jumps the barrier and slips behind Clash who still has Carter lifted up high with his arms out. Cage goes to boot Clash in the back of the knee but stops and licks his finger then sticks it in Clash’s ear. Clash freaks out dropping Carter. The crowd begins a “WET WILLY!” chant. Clash turns around livid and sees Jake Cage standing there working on a palm pilot.]]
Johnny Clash: You stupid son of a bitch!!!
[[Cage points to Xavier saying it was him. Clash looks at Xavier for a second on the outside and turns back around as Cage tosses the palm pilot at him hitting Clash in the chest and falling to the mat. Clash looks at the mat then back at Cage. Cage smiles and throws the pen at Clash for good measure but accidentally hits him in the eye. Clash grabs his left eye and then takes off after Cage. Cage tells Carter to run as Carter gives him the “what have you done look.” The Promised Ones hop the barrier as TWI follow closely behind. Cage and Carter duck into the vast crowd as TWI is looking around. Cage tells Carter to stay where he is and crawls through the audience. Clash and Xavier stand in the open aisles.]]
Johnny Clash: Check over there….I’ll go this way.
[[Xavier goes back through the crowd towards the ring. He gets to 4 rows from ringside then gets tapped on the shoulder. Xavier turns around and gets pulled into the crowd. A scuffle looks to ensue then Cage springs up asking the crowd to remain silent. Cage signals to Carter to get up as they slowly work their way through the crowd after Clash. Clash turns around unable to see Xavier. Camera goes back to Cage and Carter as Cage tells Carter to run ahead of as he has a plan. Carter again reluctantly agrees and runs through the aisle and goes backstage. Clash sees this and quickly chases after him. Cage follows quietly behind.]]
Johnny Clash: WHERE ARE YOU CARTER? DRINKING AGAIN?
[[Cage pokes his head around the corner to see Clash checking every door. He looks and sees the t-shirt cannon lying on the table halfway down the hall. He ducks and rolls behind a vending machine as Clash turns behind him but he sees nothing. Clash opens the Woman’s locker room as a loud scream is heard.]]
Johnny Clash: Wow! They are Biguns!
Ms. Biguns: GET OUT OF HERE!!!
[[She slams the door in his face as Clash smirks and continues on looking for Carter. Cage has made it to the table and grabs the t-shirt cannon. He holds it in trigger position as Clash opens the last locker room door and then a big puff of powder is thrown into Johnny’s face. Carter get’s out runs back towards Cage.]]
Christian Carter: JAKE! FIRE THE DAMN THING!
Jake Cage: I can’t it’s…….it’s jammed……
Johnny Clash: I swear once I get my hands on you two little shits I’m going to kill you both!
Christian Carter: Dude he’s coming!!
Jake Cage: AHHHHHHH!
[[Cage tosses the cannon on the floor and it goes off firing a t-shirt right into Johnny’s groin sending him crumbling to the floor. Cage and Carter look at each other bewildered.]]
Jake Cage: Well that worked out nicely…..
Christian Carter: How did you?
Jake Cage: I dunno……Hey Chris…..
Christian Carter: What….no I’m not getting a beer! I do not drink!
Jake Cage: I wasn’t going to say that……god…have a little more respect for me would ya?
Christian Carter: Fine what were you going to ask?
Jake Cage: Nothing………..
[[The camera slowly rolls to Clash rolling on the ground, grabbing his groin in pain]]
Peter Burrows: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome... Ms. Bigguns!
Ms. Bigguns stands on the ramp, with her arms folded, glaring at the crowd. With her chest out and proud, she then struts down the ramp as her music plays, wearing a pair of glasses as usual, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. She walks straight over to the commentary table, where Killconey holds out a chair for her.
DING DING DING!!!
Peter Burrow: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Step Up Championship Tournament match! And is set for one fall, with a 45 minute time limit.
The sound of "Stricken" by Disturbed makes the fans jump out of their seats and boo. Brandon Nytrus walks out from the curtain and stops in the center of the stage, looking out to the fans.
Peter Burrow: Introducing first, from South Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 272 pounds...he is 'The Hardcore Icon'...BRRRRRANNNDONNNN... NYTRUS!
Nytrus slowly walks down towards the ring, eyes locked on the ring. He halts himself at the bottom of the ramp and takes a long look at the arena in front of him. He then walks towards the steel steps, slowly taking his time up each step.
Once through the second rope, he finds the nearest turnbuckle and grabs it. He looks down before he hops up onto the second rope. He lifts his head up and opens his eyes. Looking around the arena at the people. He hops down and anticipates his opponent
Hit That by The Offspring his and the crowd cheers loudly as Chicken appears on the entrance stage. He swallows hard, then glares intently at Nytrus in the ring. He powerwalks down the ramp and veers off to avoid the ring. He continues around the ring and his legs get wobbly as he passes the announce table. He seems to recover somewhat and waves weakly at Ms. Bigguns, who is not impressed. Chicken slides into the ring.
Peter Burrow: and his opponent from Denver, Colorado weighing in at 138lbs... CHICKEN!
He hops onto the turnbuckle and tries to flex what little muscles he has, but he is ultimately intimidated by Brandon Nytrus who takes a step towards him. Chicken slowly moves over by a the corner, then suddenly catching a glimpse of Ms. Biguns, which seems to give him some courage.
The bell rings and Chicken flies out of the corner and hops up on the back of Nytrus and goes for the sleeperhold, Brandon first looks a little startled, but then smirks as he starts parading around with Chicken clinging to his back. Nytrus slowly backs up towards the corner and then leaps backwards squashing Chicken into the corner. Chicken lets go and The Hardcore Icon grabs him by the neck and throws him into the middle of the ring and slowly follows, placing his foot on Chickens chest as he strikes a muscle pose.
...1...2 Chicken gets his shoulder up and tries to twist himself free from under Nytrus boot.
Brandon Nytrus looks down at his opponent, before landing a hard stomp right on Chickens chest, the much smaller Chicken nearly bounces of the canvas as the boot connects wrenching and twisting trying to get some air back in his body. Nytrus nonchalantly walks over and drags him to his feet before he scopes him up on his shoulder again driving Chicken back first into the turnbuckles and then slamming him to the mat in the middle of the ring
...1...2.. Kickout by Chciken
The Duke of Extreme shoot his opponent an irritated look as he once more drags him to his feet, Chicken is whipped to the ropes, ducking under a clothesline on the rebound and keeps going of the other side going for a clothesline of his own, but Brandon Nytrus doesn't botch an inch, Chicken leaps into the ropes again for another clothesline, but to no effect. Nytrus just stands and smirks at his opponent, wiping a little dust off his pectorals taunting Chciken who goes for the ropes a third time launching himself at Brandon with a crossbody, but Nytrus easely catches him and converts into a swinging sideslam.
...1...2... again Chicken gets his shoulder up in the last second.
Nytrus is fuming as he pulls Chicken off the mat and sets him up for “The Next Level” hoisting the small man high over his head. Somehow Chicken manages to rolls out and under Nytrus with a Sunset flip
...1... Nytrus kicks out and scrambles to his feet
Chicken catches his opponent with a dropkick, Nytrus almost springs back up, but is caught by yet another dropkick. This time he slowly gets up on one knee, Chicken charges and jumps of Brandon's knee with a Huricarana Driver, sending Nytrus head first into the mat. Chicken jumps to his feet as the crowd pop, it seems like he is feeding of the crowds reaction, as he gets in front of the commentary table he looks down at Jasmine Biguns, who smiles and applaud him. Chciken turns red and he starts grinning as he turns to the rising Brandon Nytrus and grabbing him in a headlock signaling for the Flying Chicken, he jumps up on the seccond rope, but Nytrus uses his power and throws Chicken backwards with a back suplex. Both are down, slowly stirring and rolling to their knees and then rising to their feet, nytrus is the first to act landing some hard blows to the head of Chicken, driving him back to the ropes. Barndon whips his opponent to the other side and catches him on the rebound going for a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Chicken counters into a DDT, drilling Nytrus head into the mat.
Feeling the effects of the match Chiken crawls over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, staring out on the cheering crowd. He pounds his chest repeatedly, getting ready to do God knows what, but he is innterrupted by Ms. Bigguns, who climbs on the apron, kisses her finger and pushes it to Chickens lips seductivley. Chicken nearly falls of the turnbuckle, but Nytrus shoves him back on and climbs up in front of him.
Killconey: Oh dear... this doesn’t look bad for poor Chicken, Ms. Bigguns seems to have proven to much a distraction to overcome...
Nytrus throws Chickens arm over his head and hits him with a Superplex! Nytrus triumphantly throws his body over Chicken.
...1...2...3!!!
DING...DING...DING!!!
Peter Burrow: The winner of this match, by pinfall... BRANDON... NYTRUS!!!
The crowd boos as Ms. Bigguns heads into the ring and happily raises Brandon’s arm with a smirk on her face, the two leave the ring together as Chicken dejectedly sits in the ring.
[British Grenadiers hits and the crowd cheers as Sir Cunningham makes his way to the ring. He seems eager to get started, and doesn’t even bother to wait for Chicken to leave the ring before he begins speaking.]
Cunningham: Ladies and Gentlemen, I truly hope you enjoyed tonight’s show...
Chicken: NO! I DIDN’T!
[The crowd laughs as Sir Cunningham glares at Chicken, who flees backstage.]
Cunningham: These young men and women have worked hard for your entertainment, which is why it brings me great pleasure for this announcement... First however, a bit of bad news. David Alexander, as many of you know, was seriously injured in last weeks show at the hands of Bill Adams and his cronies. I have been informed that sadly, and unfortunately, doctors are strongly recommending he refrain from wrestling for quite some time, if not permanently. It’s a real shame that Bill Adams decided to steal a young man’s career from him like that, I think so, I’m sure you all think so...
[He pauses to allow the fans to boo, which they do]
Cunningham: And thankfully, the board thinks so too, that’s why they have decided, that at Fusion, we will have a three-on-three tag team match, between three Step Up! wrestlers of my choosing, and three MNME wrestlers of Adams’ choosing. The winner of this match... well... lets just say the winner of this match is likely to see their Head Booking Manager gain a good bit more power! If I win, Step Up! is going to become a major MPW show, and I will be at the same level as Bill Adams, so anything he does to me, I can do right back to him, and he can’t complain about it at all. If he wins, which he won’t, he gains control of Step Up! Which he won’t! So I hope to see you all in the crowd for Fusion, cheering Team Step Up! to victory! Thank you all for coming tonight, I wish you a good night!
[The fans continue to cheer for a smiling Cunningham as the scene fades to the MPW logo.]
