Post by MPW Owner Bob Herman on Sept 28, 2012 18:36:47 GMT -5
[[The crowd is cheering as loud as they can be in the Orleans Arena. The camera pans around on screaming fans and than towards the ring apron which reads “THURSDAY NIGHT TAKEDOWN.†Than One Step Closer by Linkin Park hits and the fans go wild. Madd Katt steps out on to the stage and puts his hands in his suit pockets. He looks around with a big grin on his face. He than takes his hands out of his pocket and gets the crowd psyched. He struts down the ramp and slaps hands with some fans and he enters the ring. He takes a microphone from Honey Winters at ringside and waits for the crowd to die down]]
Madd Katt: WOW... It seems that this crowd is HOT right now! Like you are here to watch some wrasslin or somethin!
[[The fans cheer as Madd Katt keeps grinning]]
Madd Katt: You know when I was presented with this task at hand to be the new GM of the newest MPW hit show, TNT I thought to myself.. What can I honestly bring to the table. Well to start things off the X-Core Division is red hot!
[[The fans cheer once again as the crowd pans in on a Kuk Killswitch sign]]
Madd Katt: We have the greatest wrestlers in the world on this roster here on TNT!.... And not to mention we have the World Heavyweight Champion, Trey Baxter on hand tonight! OH I Thought you guys would like that one!
[[The crowd cheers for Trey]]
Madd Katt: Now I have only one question for you fans... Are you ready? ARE YOU READY? ARE YOU READY!?
[[The fans cheer as the camera pans around the arena going wild for Thursday Night Takedown]]
Madd Katt: So without further ado, im going to get my old ass out of the ring and let these rosters do what they do best and kill it out there.. Honey are you ready?
[[Honey nods with a bright smile]]
Madd Katt: Bob and Tommy you ready!?
[[The announce booth gives a thumbs up]]
Madd Katt: FANS ARE YOU READY!?
[[The crowd gives a loud roar]]
Madd Katt: without further ado... Let's get this show going!
[[The song continues as pyros explode over the ring and on the ramp. The fans go crazy as spotlights zoom all through out the arena]]
Thomas Simon: This building is about to erupt! Welcome to the first ever Thursday Night Takedown ladies and gentlemen!
Bob Herman: I have never heard a building this electric, this is the start of something great here in MPW!
Thomas Simon: Let's kick it off with some X-Core action!
X-Core Rules Match
X-Core Qualifier
Chicken vs. Rye Payne
[Hit that by Offspring starts playing and the crowd starts to cheer awaiting Chicken to peek out from behind the curtain. As nothing happens the cheers turn into a low mumbling. Suddenly Chicken comes flying backwards out on stage, Rye Payne slowly follows through and lands a kick to the ribs of the rising Chicken]
Bob Herman: Ouch!
Thomas Simon: This match has begun before it even hits the ring!
[Payne grabs Chicken by the neck forcing him up to his feet and starts dragging him down the ramp. Chicken attempt to fight back landing a few shots to the side of Rye, who in return spins around and throws his opponent into the guardrail. Chicken slumps down the barricade as Payne follows up with a boot to the gut, before once again dragging Chicken back up and smashing him head first into the steel fence. Chicken bounces off and into the middle of the ramp, as Rye Payne marches down the ramp and ducks under the ring producing a ladder. He proceeds placing the top of the ladder on the apron, before walking back grabbing his semi conscious opponent. Payne moves Chicken into position for a suplex, but somehow Chicken musters up enough energy to drop down behind Rye. He goes for the German locking his arms around Rye Paynes waist, but gets stunned with a back elbow to the side of the head. Chciken stumbles backwards and trips onto the ladder. Payne turns and starts pummeling away on his defenseless opponent.]
Bob Herman: Chicken is trying to cover up
[Slowly Rye backs up down the ramp, positioning himself for a charge, he storms down the ramp and leaps into the air for a splash onto the laid out Chicken, but no ones home as Chicken rolls away in the last second. Both men are down at ringside, Chicken is the first to stir, slowly rising to his knee's looking over at his opponent, who has rolled off the side of the ladder and is rolling around on the arena floor. Chicken grabs the ladder and pushes it into the ring, before staggering over and grabbing Rye Payne by the head. Slowly he gets him to his feet and drags him over to the apron, slamming his head down on the apron before rolling him into the ring. Chicken follows after under the bottom rope and finally the referee calls for the bell.]
Thomas Simon: this match has finally officially begun... Wait what is this? We are being joined by none other than Kuk Killswitch!
Kuk Killswitch: I thought I would join you guys for this match up.
Bob Herman: my god could you shower next time.
[Both men are slowly getting to their feet, Chicken is the first up and he goes for the ladder turning his back to Rye Payne. As he turns again he is met with a dropkick to the ladder sending him down on the mat with the ladder on top. Rye quickly removes it and gets Chicken back up on his feet, he slaps his arm around Chickens chest and shoulder hitting a reverse STO slamming Chicken face first onto the ladder.]
Kuk Killswitch: that had to hurt.
[Swiftly Rye jumps to his feet and goes to the outside, he again goes under the ring grabbing a table. On the inside Chicken slowly starts stirring the referee checking on him as Payne sets up the table on the outside. Rye finishes and rolls into the ring again grabbing his opponent and dragging him to his feet. As Chicken gets to the up right you can see blood running down his face. Rye holds his bloodied opponent by the hair as he parades him around the ring to the jeers from the crowd. Slowly he drags Chicken to the ropes and throws him out to the floor. Payne follows and drags his opponent back up, whipping him into the steel stairs. Chicken chraches through the steps and almost into the barricade. Quickly Rye Payne is back on him, landing a few hard rights to his bloodied face before drags the defenseless Chickens upper body onto the table. Payne re-enters the ring and grabs the ladder and sets it up near the ropes, he climbs to the top and tries to get his balance as he signals for the Curb Stomp. He dives off, but Chicken rolls out of the way and Payne crashes through the table.]
Bob Herman: OH! PAYNE GOES THROUGH THE TABLE
[Both men are down outside the ring, Rye Payne rolling and twisting around in pain holding his legs. Chicken starts to stir holding his bloodied head as he uses the guardrail to get to his feet. Slowly he staggers over grabbing Rye Payne and forcing him to his feet. The two start to trade punches almost moving in slow motion as they go blow for blow. Payne gains the advantage as he lands a knee to the midsection, before slamming Chicken face first into the guardrail.]
Kuk Killswitch: I'm not impressed guys
Thomas Simon: Well you will face one of these two in the King of the Mountain match at After Shock!
[Once again Rye grabs Chicken by the neck and drags him into the ring and up to his feet, Chicken tries to fight back with powerless punches to the body, but he seems like he has nothing left. Payne lands a hard right of his own before turning Chicken upside down going for a Tombstone Piledriver. Suddenly Chicken starts to wiggle and twist forcing Rye backwards and somehow Chicken flips them around going for a piledriver of his own, but Payne reverses it back again. Slow staggering forward to keep his balance, but somehow Chicken gets him locked in a head scissors, and throws Payne face first into the turnbuckles. Rye Payne staggers backwards out of the corner, Chicken comes up from behind locking in the side headlock and goes for the Flying Chicken]
[...1...2...3... and Chicken wins it ding ding ding. A big grin lights up under the crimson mask as Chicken's hand is raised and Hit That starts blowing out over the P.A system]
Honey Winters: Here is your winner and advancing in the X-Core tournament.... CHICKEN!
Thomas Simon: Chicken picks up the victory!
Bob Herman: Wow I thought Rye Payne had it!
Thomas Simon: Well let's go backstage where Tim Bowers is standing by with MPW's newest acquisition, Michael Marino
Tim Bowers: Thanks guys! I'm standing here with TNT's newest Superstar. Michael Marino welcome to TNT!
[[The camera pans up to a taller bald man with a smirk on his face.]]
Michael Marino: It is very good to be here Tim. I can't wait to start my MPW journey and it starts here on TNT!
Tim Bowers: Michael I....
[[Jeff Jackson walks on to the screen holding a bat and smiles with his painted face]]
Jeff Jackson: Michael Marino was it? WELCOME TO TNT! HA HA HA HA!! Buddy you don't even know what you just got in to. You are in my territory now and you will fall victim to..
[[The crowd boo's Jackson but Michael Marino kicks him in the stomach and tosses him in to the interview set up. Jackson is down and out on the ground and Marino pulls down the rest of the set on top of him. He looks at Bowers and smiles as he walks away]]
Thomas Simon: Jeff Jackson just stuck his nose where it didn't belong and he paid!
Bob Herman: The strength of Marino is uncanny!
Thomas Simon: I look forward to seeing him in the future and a matter of fact he will be in action next week!
Bob Herman: Sounds good to me Thomas but I hear the lovely ladies of MPW are about to SPICE IT UP!
Thomas Simon: Jayde Brooklyn will take on the new comer Calista Vandal!
Singles Match
Jayde Brooklyn vs. Calista Vandal
[The beginning riffs of “Dead American†by Lars Friedeksen and the Bastards hit the P.A as black and red lights flash on the stage. Once the lyrics hit, Calista Vandal rushes onto stage as if she was in a mosh pit.]
Honey Winters: The following contest is set for one fall... Introducing first, from Salt Lake City, Utah... Calista Vandalll!!!
[She stops in her vest and sticks out her tongue while flipping the bird to the camera. She then heads to one ends of the stage and gives the bird. She then does the same to the other end before slam dancing her way to the center again. As the song continues she runs down giving out quick high fives. She gets to the bottom of the walkway and jumps the barricade and rolls around the fans, starting a bit of a pit. She then jumps up on the barricade and gives the bird to the camera as several fans follow suite. She hops off the barricade and jumps up onto the apron. She holds herself up with the ropes as she leans forward and gives the two finger salute. She jumps over the top rope and rushes her way to the top turnbuckle. She pulls off her vest and tosses it into the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle and into the center of the ring.]
Honey Winters: From Knoxville, Tennessee, Jayde... Brooklyn!!
[As the lights go dim through the arena. Fog covers the runway and the sound of "Fingerprints" by Katy Perry begins to play through the speakers. Out steps Jayde Brooklyn and the crowd cheers for her. She takes off walking towards the ring. She steps up on the ring apron black confetti and silver sparks burst out of one turnbuckle and pink confetti and silver sparks comes out from another. Jayde enters the ring and walks dead center and stops. She looks through the crowd and then hops upon the turnbuckle and raises her arms.]
Bob Herman: This match should be good, Tommy boy!
[The bell rings as the two women start to argue back and forth from the get go. Jude Manson gets caught in the crossfire as the two start to scream in his ear, raising a laugh from the crowd at the sight of the ref's face as it goes on.]
Bob Herman: Jude needs to get this match in order before it gets out of hand!
Thomas Simon: I don't know if he can do that with these two girls!
[After about 30 seconds of arguing, Jayde Brooklyn slaps Calista in the face which sends her flying backwards. The crowd erupts with “oh!â€s and “ahâ€s. Calista grabs her mouth in pain. Jayde lets out a chuckle to mock her injured opponent. Calista turns around with eyes ablaze and charges at Jayde.]
Bob Herman: Oh! Thesz Press!!
Thomas Simon: Those are slaps not punches, Bobby!
[Calista gets off her opponent. She walks around her with a smirk on her face. The crowd erupts for her with a “Let's go Vandal!†chant. Her attention then focuses on her opponent. Vandal picks up the Knoxville Knockout and throws her into the corner. She charges and hits a huge cross body splash on Brooklyn. Keeping the momentum on her side, she immediately runs to the ropes and tries to hit Rolling Thunder but misses when Brooklyn rolls out of the way, sending Vandal crashing hard on her back.]
Bob Herman: What a way to change the swing of this match!
[Brooklyn uses the ropes to her advantage and gets up. On her feet, she bounces off the ropes and hits a standing leg drop across the neck of Vandal. She stands up as fast as she did when she dropped down and hits a second, then a third leg drop.]
[Half of the crowd begins to cheer for either woman in the match, but for now, Brooklyn has the advantage as she climbs the ropes and dives elbow first onto the heart of Vandal. The crowd cheers for the standing Knoxville Knockout who begins to strut around the ring. Men whistle and woo her. She loves every second of it.]
Bob Herman: She really needs to focus on the task at hand here... She's taking way too much time right now.
Thomas Simon: You're right... I guess she just loves the spotlight.
[Brooklyn turns around and Vandal is already on her feet, waiting for the moment to pounce, and she does, right onto Brooklyn, this time hitting a hurricanrana which sends Brooklyn right out of the ring onto the padding, getting some of her confetti left over from her entrance stuck on her body and face. Vandal collapses in the middle of the ring to her knees, and rolls out of the ring to continue the assault. She raises the downed Brooklyn up and whips her shoulder first into the steel steps with a huge BANG sound to follow. The crowd cheers. The ref is to the count of 7 now, as Vandal rolls in and right back out to reset the count.]
Thomas Simon: Great veteran move by Vandal there...
[She raises her opponent once more and slides her in the ring straight into a cover.]
1...
2...
Kickout.
[Brooklyn gets the shoulder up just in the knick of time. But Vandal then tries to lock in the “Cambodian Clutchâ€. Brooklyn struggles to move out of it and squirm away but she can't. Jude Manson slides down to check on the Knoxville Knockout who is by this time screaming in pain. Her hand is raised in the air as if she's going to tap, but instead she uses it to crawl to the ropes slowly... Inching her way... Before... Yes, she gets to the bottom rope and Vandal breaks the hold at a count of 4 and a half. Vandal wastes no time and picks up Brooklyn who then starts to punch her opponent in the stomach with lefts and rights. Then to the face. She then throws her into the corner, hitting her then with a clothesline to the throat sending Vandal down to the sitting position in the turnbuckle.]
[Brooklyn realizes the position her opponent is in, and looks to the crowd. She smiles and runs to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs it.]
Bob Herman: Wait a minute... She going for the... No... NO!
Thomas Simon: That's Vandal's move! She's going for the Die, Die, Die, Darling!!
[Brooklyn leaps but Vandal rolls out of the way which sends Jayde landing on her backside in the corner and then raising herself up to the sitting position. Vandal quickly jumps up on the opposite turnbuckle and flies through the air and connects with the Die, Die, Die, Darling. She then quickly slides Brooklyn into the center of the ring and covers.]
1...
2...
3!!!
Bob Herman: Wow! What a move!
Thomas Simon: What a finish! This match could've gone either way.
Honey Winters: Here is your winner... Calista Vandal!
[She rolls out of the ring with her hand held high, holding her forehead in pain. She walks up the ramp with her music blasting. Jayde Brooklyn looks up as she's being treated by Jude Manson.]
Thomas Simon: Calista Vandal with a very impressive victory!
Bob Herman: That hot tomali just put the whole MPW universe on notice!
5:34 PM Thursday evening....
[Scene opens with a hospital room. Electra Stevens is seen sitting beside a hospital bed. Adian Caine is still out of it with many machines beeping bedside him. Across the room is Camilla, she's trying to read a magazine but the worry on her face is obvious. Electra's facial expression keeps changing from tight little smiles to worried looks and at one point she brushes a hand across Adian's forehead. There is a knock on the door and both women look up. Camilla jumps a little. The man that enters smiles lightly, a potted plant in one hand and his other hand goes up palm first in Camilla's direction. The Man is New TNT GM Madd Katt]
Madd Katt: Sorry didn't mean to frighten you ladies. I simply wanted to pay my respects and see how the Star is doing...
[Electra rises from her chair and walks over to greet the man, offering her hand]
Electra: I'm Electra Stevens and this is Camilla
[Camilla smiles sweetly and nods her head at him, still seeming a little shy about men]
Madd Katt: It's nice to meet you both. I've seen you in Action Miss Stevens. I have to say that despite your loss in your debut match at MPW I still liked what I saw.
[Electra smiled]
Electra: thanks but it doesn't look like I'm going to be returning to the wrestling world. I'm sure Adams has blackballed me from every company by now.
[Madd Katt shook his head]
Madd Katt: Adams was an idiot last week. I"m not making excuses for him though...I do my own thing and it's nothing like how he thinks running a show is like. Speaking of which I have a little confession...I came here with one other intention besides checking on Caine's condition. Would it be possible to have a few words with you....in private....
[he smiles in Camilla's direction and she rises from the chair and quickly walks toward the door.]
Camilla: I'll go and get us some coffee... Black two sugars right?
Electra: yes, thank you.
[After Camilla has left, Madd Katt turns again to Electra]
Madd Katt: Was there somewhere I can put this down? It's kind of hurting my hand...
[he motions toward the heavy potted plant and Electra laughs before taking it and setting it on a table with some other vases and cards]
Electra: Forgive me for sounding skeptical Mr. Madd Katt but I've heard conversations start this way in the past and it's ended badly....what is it you came to talk to me about?
Madd Katt: Well I think that my presence isn't going to be one that will cause you to slap me in the face. I think you might actually like my little business proposition...that is if you'll take the time to listen to it...
[Electra's eyebrow raises]
Madd Katt: Have a seat and let me tell you my idea....
Thomas Simon: I wonder what Madd Katt wants with Electra Stevens?
Bob Herman: I know what I want with Electra Stevens
Thomas Simon: Chill Bob, Chill. Don't send yourself in to early retirement.
Bob Herman: Well up next is Kuk Killswitch the man himself, taking on new comer Jordan Storm who seems ready to go! Let's go! WOOOO!
Singles Match
Kuk Killswitch vs. Jordan Storm
[[“In Ashes They Shall Reap" By Hatebreed begins to play and the arena goes dark. Red lasers 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. Barbed wire 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 whole shoulder area and torso and goes down to his feet. A large crown sits upon his head covered in brutal barbed wire and in the front has 2 Kendo Sticks crossed. Kuk sits there for a moment, soaking in the boos before(at 0:39) 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.]]
Honey Williams: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Hell's Kitchen, New York , he is The Hardcore Reject... KUK KILLLSWITTTCHHH!
[[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.]]
[["Living in a Dream" by Finger Eleven blasts through the loudspeakers. The crowd goes wild as Jordan bursts through the curtain. Yellow fireworks go off as Jordan stands atop the entrance ramp and raises his arms. Jordan walks down the entrance ramp and high fives fans along the way. Jordan steps through the ropes and as he does so, more yellow fireworks go off on top of the entrance ramp. Jordan goes to each of the turnbuckles and poses, with his arms in the air]]
Honey Williams: From Melbourne , Victoria , Australia , It's Jordan Storm!
[[The bell rings and the men stare each other down for a minute before Killswitch goes in for a grapple. Storm pushes him back hard. Killswitch almost hits the ropes before he gains his momentum back and again tries to go in to grab Storm. Storm is waiting for him though and gets a roundhouse kick to the head. Killswitch stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Storm wastes no time in pummelling him with a series of punches. Killswitch goes a little limp. Storm holds off on his next punch for a second before going in. Killswitch out of nowhere grabs his hand and pushes him away. slowly he regains his balance on his feet as Storm and the crowd seem confused by his sudden adrenaline rush. Killswitch motions for Storm to bring it, crouching a little he puts his hands on his knees. Storm offers a smile as the crowd cheers him on but Killswitch is again prepared for his advance and gores him to the mat. The cheers suddenly change to boos. A smile spreads across Killswitch's face as he starts to kick the other man while he's down. Storm grabs his sides in pain. Killswitch grabs Storm by his pony tail and forces him to his feet and pushes his weakened body into the turnbuckle. Storm hits it hard and goes to fall back but Killswitch once again gets a hold of his hair and slams his face into the hard corner. This time Killswitch allows Storm to fall back again to the mat. Grabbing his arm, he drags the fallen man to the center of the ring and forces him to his feet.  Killswitch sets him up and executes a perfect Facebuster. Killswitch watches him curiously for a second before going down for a pin. The ref counts 1...2... Storm slowly kicks out. Killswitch shakes his head but moves away, waiting for his prey to regain momentum. Storm pushes himself up, seeing Killswitch he pushes himself to his feet and shakes himself. Killswitch smirks but watches his opponent appraising him.]]
Thomas Simon: Â Looks like Killswitch is pretty sure of himself here
Bob Herman: Are you kidding? Are we watching the same match here? Killswitch almost had him
[[Storm and Killswitch are nose to nose but neither one is making a move. Storm pushes him and he laughs before shoving him back. Storm gets an angry look on his face and is able to get another roundhouse kick to the cocky face. Killswitch backs up into the ropes again. Killswitch turns and spits blood into the crowd before turning back to his opponent. Storm has already gotten prepared for him and does a springboard kick off the middle rope. Kuk, is hit through the ropes onto the mats below. Storm looks down and watches as Killswitch starts to rise to his feet. The fans on the other side of the barrier start to yell profanities at him. He starts to go back and forth with one fan and then gives the man the finger. what he does see is Storm, still in the ring. He's already bounced off the ropes at the opposite side of the ring and is able to time his suicide bomb through the ropes perfectly for when Killswitch turns. Both men are down, but Storm is already up and climbing to the top rope. He raises an arm to the cheers of the crowd before delivering a moonsault onto the still down Killswitch. ]]
Thomas Simon: Oh my god. did you see that?
Bob Herman (yawns): I've seen better...
Thomas Simon: Your an idiot, that was pure talent...
[[By now the ref has made it to a count of 6. Storm starts to climb up onto the ring to get in when his leg is grabbed by Kuk. Storm tries to shake him off, Kuk grabs harder, causing Storm to use more force in his kick. Kuk loses his grip and backs right into the ref, knocking him against the steel steps just as he's about to count both at 9. Storm continues to climb back into the ring, not realizing that the ref is knocked out.]]
Thomas Simon: And there goes the ref...
Bob Herman: Now we'll see where Kuk really shines
[[Killswitch grins at the fallen ref and turns back to where Storm has now climbed over the rope. He then starts to look under the ring for something.]]
Thomas Simon: No...
Bob Herman: Oh yes... here we go...
[[He pulls out a bat and shrugs before placing it on the apron and climbing up and over. Storm turns and sees Killswitch walking steadily toward him, hitting the bat off his opposite hand. Storm puts up his hands to try and defend himself but it does no good as he's able to shove the bat into his stomach. Storm keels over, holding his injured gut. Killswitch holds the bat up before bringing it down against the man's back. Storm goes down to the mat. The ref has regained consciousness and is starting to climb back into the ring. Killswitch backs up into the ropes and drops the mat on the ground below. the ref gets closer and starts to warn him. He holds up his empty hands and the ref is convinced that he's clean. he then drops down and goes in for a pin on Storm who is still out. The ref counts. ]]
1....2....3.... and the winner.... KUK KILLSWITCH!
Thomas Simon: Storm was robbed!
Bob Herman: All is fair in war. I think Jordan Storm is going to learn very quickly where he stands in the rankings
[[Madd Katt is in his office talking to none other than Christian Carter and Jake Cage]]
Madd Katt: I know, you guys were both blindsided on Monday but I can't help ya there! Jake, you got a match against Rye next week to prove yourself and beat that little turd. Christian, I am making a match at the pay per view. Let's shut Primal up once and for all. You and Primal will go one on one in a steel cage. OH YEAH I got jingles and tingles all down my spine!
Christian Carter: Sir that sounds amazing and I will even put my title on the line!
Jake Cage: Yeah I can't wait to beat the taco meat out of Rye!
Madd Katt: Remember the fire sauce!
Jake Cage: I always carry some with me!
[[Jake pulls a packet of Taco Bell fire sauce out of his beard and the crowd laughs and cheers]]
Madd Katt: Alright that is a little weird but I..
[[Madd Katt glances over his shoulder and the camera zooms out showing Justin Fischer standing behind him with a smug look on his face]]
Madd Katt: And who might you be little guy?
Justin Fischer: Name is Justin Fischer. You signed me to TNT remember?
Madd Katt: OH! Right right! The guy who just lost to Taufik! Ouch... Tough one huh?
Justin Fischer: Yes, thanks for bringing it up. Now I don't want to be here as much as you want me here this place is a dump. I would much rather be on the real show Monday Night Main Event instead of.. The Orleans Arena. I feel so minor league right now.
Madd Katt: Well hey, nice having ya! You seem like a bundle of Joy! By the way, Leather pants are the way to go!
[[The crowd laughs as does Carter and Cage]]
Justin Fischer: Oh you two think that's funny don't you? You two are the reason that this show sucks! I don't want to be associated with ingrates like you.
Jake Cage: Well uhh... You smell! Yeah! And your head looks like a prune!
Justin Fischer: Classless. Typical.
[[Justin Fischer shakes his head and turns to Madd Katt before walking out]]
Justin Fischer: Keep him on a leash. You can get a fine for that.
[[Fischer turns around to walk away as Madd Katt turns back to the Promised Ones and the scene changes]]
I love it here, inside the arena with adrenalin rushing through my whole body, endorphins and dopamine getting released into my system like explosions in my head. The anticipation of going into that ring and finally feel the freedom of survival, the rush of being alive and just satisfying the hunger for truth.
[Primal is pacing back and forth in the locker room, he is dressed in his red, white and black ring gear and trying to keep himself from not just running into the ring and start fighting]
All week I've been looking forward to this, to the match and in particular to face Ash Soulfate... I see and hear he has already passed judgment on me as another generic big man, while he himself is the same as anybody else... Living on former glory, telling stories of his past... I tell the stories in the ring, with every move, hold or strike I execute... its told in my name and the titles I've earned in the ring Primal, Danish Destroyer, Scandinavian Slayer or my given name are part of my story, but they are not what define me as a wrestler...
I am in this business for the thrill of battle and the freedom of the ring, but that doesn't take away my hunger for the spoils of the industry... Christian Carter learned that and I'll be hunting him until I stand with the title around my waist... but for now I have three other men, that need to experience my story and become a part of it
[He leaves the locker room storming towards the ring area]
Bob Herman: Justin Fischer giving the boss a hard time, what else is new
Thomas Simon: As usual Bob. Primal also looks focused! Now let's get back in to the ring because its time for some Triple Threat Action since Jackson has been taken out earlier tonight and will be evaluated at a medical facility!
[[Camera fades into backstage of the Orleans arena as you see Freddie Styles getting ready for his match in a pre match stretch.]]
Thomas Simon: Freddie Styles getting ready for the big triple threat tonight! I wonder if he knows that Jeff Jackson was taken out already?
Bob Herman: I don't think Styles cares at all who he is facing.
Thomas Simon: If he even knows who he is facing. Styles has walked around this plac............WHAT THE HELL IT'S RAGE??!?!?!?!?!?
[[Rage attacks Styles from behind knocking him to the ground with a forearm to the back. Rage helps Styles up and drives him head first into the block wall. Styles hits the ground and is out cold. The camera zooms in on a pissed off Rage. He walks towards the camera as it fades.]]
Thomas Simon: What the hell?? What is he doing here?
Bob Herman: Like always......anything he damn well pleases.
[[Scene fades into backstage where Rage is walking the halls of the Orleans Arena.]]
Rage: Look at this place.....I can't believe I wrestled here it's so.....so.......so high schoolish. I bet Harlow would feel right at home. Well what do we have here?
[[Camera pans down the hallway as TNT GM Madd Katt is seen yelling on his phone.]]
Madd Katt: What the hell is going on? Marino attacks Jackson he's out. Rage who I don't even know why he is here attacks Styles and now he's out!?! This is the big debut night of TNT. It's cool....I can deal with it.....the match will now just be Primal versus Ash Soulsfate. That's how you do it son......k thanks for the updates.
[[Madd Katt hangs up his phone and pinch's the bridge of his nose. He looks down the hall and sees Rage smiling at him.]]
Madd Katt: WELL! I hope you're happy!
Rage: Oh I'm always happy to see an old friend.
Madd Katt: About as happy as you were to see Harlow on Monday?
Rage: Listen that old bastard is in waaaaaaay over his head. He's taken one too many chair shots over his long boring career. I can't step into the ring with him it's elderly abuse.
Madd Katt: He's right you are a disrespectful asshole. You and I go back a long way to Rage. We used to run things out way regardless of the consequences. But this challenge you need to accept it.
Rage: Accept it? Like how you have to accept that receding hairline of yours? Shut it Katty! You need to realize something. I wrestle when I want, how I want and nobody tells me what to do especially not some reject from the retirement home.
Madd Katt: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Rage: Yeah I know right?
Madd Katt: HAHAHAHAHAHA
[[Madd Katt stops his mocking laughter with a straight face.]]
Madd Katt: First of all did you know that I get a few nice perks with my GM job. One is I get access to the woman's locker room. For uhhh impromptu locker room inspections and I get to book matches and well I'm not going to let Harlow wait for your response. The match at After Shock it's booked!
Rage: WHAT?!?! YOU BALD SON OF A BITCH!
Madd Katt: Hahahaha enjoy it I know James will.
[[Madd Katt walks away as Rage is fuming.]]
Rage: NOOOOO! YOU.......I'M THE ONLY ONE!!!!!!!! ARGGHHHHHHH
[[Rage storms off and grabs a backstage worker tossing him against a moving crate.]]
Thomas Simon: Wow! Madd Katt making an impact! He just booked Rage against Harlow at After Shock! TNT certainly is a show where you cannot blink or else you will miss something.
Singles Match
Ash Soulsfate vs. Primal
[[The lights go out, and the stage fills with green, and out comes Ash in a white wife beater, torn jeans, black tapped from hand to forearm, one black elbow pad on the right side. Walks at a comfortable pace, smirking most of the time, depending on his opponent. He rolls into the ring, and goes to the corner and props his self up on the corner turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.]]
Honey Winters: From Los Angeles California , Ash Soulsfate
[[Red lights start to flicker over the arena, as the Danish national hymn starts playing as a montage from Denmark is shown with the little mermaid, Hans Christian Anderson and ending with the Danish flag wavering across the screen, suddenly the music starts to distort and the heavy guitars of Metallica's Sad But True fills the arena as blood dripping fangs bite down over the flag spelling out Primal.]]
[[As James Hetfield starts singing Primal appears on the top of the ramp, head bowed marching straight ahead. As the last line of the chorus is sung, he explodes down the ramp and slides into the ring, bouncing of the ropes in what seems like a wild rage ending up in the center. He once again bows his head, then suddenly thrust his arms out to each side, throwing his hair back and lets out an animalistic roar fading out with the music.]]
Honey Winters: and his opponent hailing from Solvang , California ...it's Primal!
[[The bell Rings. Both men circle each other a few times before Soulsfate goes in for a grapple. Primal moves in to punch but Soulsfate is too quick and pulls him into a headlock. He tries un-successfully to reverse it by Soulsfate holds on to Primal's neck. they both make it to their feet, but Soulsfate still has him in a headlock and holding strong. Primal gets an advantage and uses his momentum to pull out of the lock by Soulsfate and get his arm pinned behind his back. Soulsfate struggles, spins him and pulls the exact same move on Primal, leaving him the once again in a submission hold. Primal tries to reverse it and almost gets Soulsfate in a position to perform a spine buster, however Soulsfate once again uses his momentum to get out of it and throw Primal into an Irish whip. As Primal is returning back, Soulsfate knocks him down with an Armbar that causes Primal to hit the mat hard.]]
Thomas Simon: Soulsfate is really showing his skills here
[[Soulsfate takes the opportunity to pump the crowd by raising his arms. the crowd goes wild with cheers. Behind him, Primal is slowly rising to his feet and then proceeds to bounce against the ropes to try and get Soulsfate by surprise. Turning at the last minute, Soulsfate is able to jump up and miss the oncoming Armbar. Frustrated Primal tries to go after him and execute a running kitchen sink but Soulsfate catches his leg and throws him, causing Primal to go off balance and landing hard on the mat. The crowd cheers Soulsfate again. Soulsfate turns to see a disoriented Primal getting to his feet and moves to set him up for a pile driver. Primal is able to reverse it and get a punch into Soulsfate's stomach. ]]
[[Soulsfate is still doubled over when Primal blows another shot to his midsection. Primal signals to the crowd that he's about to unleash his finisher. Primal grabs Soulsfate and performs Primal Roar. Soulsfate is unmoving on the mat. Primal moves in to cover him. ]]
Thomas Simon: I think Primal may have this...
Bob Herman: Don't get ahead of yourself there Tommy boy... match isn't over yet
[[Ref counts...1...2....Soulsfate kicks out. He gets up and grabs the top rope in frustration. Soulsfate climbs to his feet with effort. He notices that Primal has his back turned. He takes a bit of a run and dives into him and it knocks both men to the ground. He starts to pummel Primal with rights and lefts until the ref gets involved telling him to back off. Soulsfate puts up his arms to protect his face.]]
Thomas Simon: How did he get out of that move....
Bob Herman: You really have to ask? Look at Soulsfate, he's the top of his game.
Thomas Simon: Geez jump on the winner bandwagon much?
Bob Herman: Just watch the match and keep your trap closed.
[[Soulsfate hesitates which gives Primal the opening to deliver a kick, forcing him back to the mat. Primal gets to his face and starts to kick the downed man Soulsfate grabs Primal's leg during another kick and forces him to his back. While Primal struggles to get to his feet, Soulsfate climbs to the second turnbuckle directly behind him. He's on his feet and turns, looking for his opponent when Soulsfate jumps and grabs Primal by the neck and executes a near perfect Blockbuster. It causes Primal and Soulsfate to both land on the mat with heavy thuds. The crowd is still going wild. Soulsfate rises to his knees and throws his body over Primal for the pin. 1....2.... kick out by Primal.]]
[[Soulsfate doesn't give up. Before Primal gets up off the mat he moves in and locks his arm around his neck, locking him into his submission choke hold. Primal flails his free arm and the ref gets down to ask him if he submits. turning red in the face, Primal manages to shake his head no. Soulsfate pulls harder. Primal seems to be having a hard time getting a breath. The ref asks again if he gives up and again Primal stubbornly says no before his eyes start to roll back and his body goes limp. The ref taps Soulsfate's arm and he notices that he's knocked out Primal for the win. the bell rings and Soulsfate rises. The ref grabs his arm and raises it in victory.]]
Honey Winters: Here is your winner...... Ash Soulsfate!
Bob Herman: What an impressive win for the newcomer!
Thomas SImon: He managed to pick up a win against Primal. That is impressive!
[The scene fades up on the crowd at the first ever Thursday Night Takedown. They are still excited and are very enthusiastic about everything that has happened so far.]
[The crowd erupts in boos as "The Hardcore Icon" and his girlfriend, making her first appearance on an MPW Show, Nikki, make their way onto the stage as Disturbed's "Stricken" blasts out the speakers.]
Thomas Simon: Well ladies and gentlemen, over the past week or so, Brandon Nytrus has sent a couple disturbing and strongly worded emails to the new General Manager of Thursday Night Takedown, Madd Katt.
Bob Herman: And it's going down right now! Woooo-we!! This should be good!
[As Brandon and Nikki make their way down the ramp, they are halted by a few fans holding a "Nytrus = Champ" but with a huge red X over the letters. Brandon yells a couple comments to them and continues on. They walk up the stairs and he allows Nikki in and follows behind her. In the ring, there is a table set up with an office chair on each side and there is a red carpet on the canvas. Brandon picks up a microphone.]
Brandon: Will Madd Katt please come out here.
[There's a pause before the theme music to TNT plays and Madd Katt appears on the stage to an array of cheers from the MPW Nation. As he walks down the ramp, he finally locks eyes with Brandon after slapping a couple fans hands on his way. He gets in the ring, and grabs a microphone.]
Brandon: Hello sir, will you please take a seat?
[The two men take their seats and begin the "meeting".]
Brandon: Now, Mr. Katt, you're probably asking yourself why I asked you to come out here to have this meeting. And you're probably wondering why I sent you so many emails to you. Well, I'll tell you why. Over the past week I've been checking the MPW website constantly to see if there's any trace of my match against Trey Baxter for the MPW World Heavyweight Championship in the main event of Fusion... But all I've seen is Clash vs. Baxter!! Baxter vs. Clash!! It's both insulting and utterly pathetic that you think I would stand for that. There's not even a little blurb about me on the site, granted, seeing how I'm now the face of TNT. Maybe it's because of those emails. I don't know, but what I'm trying to say is I deserve a little bit more respect from you and everyone else in this company than this. I deserve to be seen on the front page of the website, on the magazine, on their programs, everywhere. Not just thrown to the wind like that.
[There's a pause as the crowd pops with boos for Nytrus, who's still red from yelling.]
Madd Katt: Brandon, I--
[Before the GM could say anything, the crowd pops as "Guerilla Radio" begins to play, signalling the entrance of the still MPW World Heavyweight Champion.]
Bob Herman: Here we go...
Thomas: This thing is bound to erupt now...
[Trey has made his way halfway down the ramp where he stops to sign an autograph of a kid wearing his custom t-shirt. He then climbs the steps and gets in the ring. Standing at the head of the table, he grabs a mic and waits for the music to die down. Once it does so, he speaks.]
Trey: Well ladeeda... What do we have here? Mr. Excuses himself along with his mistress, who I haven't met yet...
[He turns to Nikki and grabs here hand.] Hello, I'm Trey Baxter, and I'm... The MPW World Heavyweight Champion.
[Trey grabs Nikki's hand and kisses it, which drives Brandon out of his seat.]
Trey: Woah, woah, woah, there big boy. Relax. I'm not trying to steal your thunder here. I'm just out here to put some sense into the matter at hand. Brandon, I know you're going to come out here and bitch and complain about how dumb it is that you're not on the front cover. To be honest, I was surprised myself to see that your name wasn't even mentioned on the page. But what's done is done and hey, I'm the hottest ticket on the market right now, baby. And once again, you are a simple no one who got his 15 seconds in the spotlight, but then became a no one, once again.
[Brandon gets out of his seat once more and gets in Trey's face.]
Brandon: That "15 seconds", almost beat you. Admit it, Trey. I almost beat you and you know it. You're too proud to admit it and you're too stupid to realize that what you say you are, is just one big lie that eats away at your insides, but makes your ego bigger than it should be. I didn't care about the title... And you know it. What I cared about, was kicking your ass. Granted, you did win and I applaud you for that. But to come out here and claim that I am still a no one, is pathetic.
Trey: You are still a no one. Because if you weren't, you'd be on the front page. You'd be in the main event all the time. You're still everyone's average no one.
Brandon: I am not.
Madd Katt: Guys...
Trey: Yes, you are.
Madd Katt: Hey...
Brandon: No, I'm not at all!
Madd Katt: Bran--
Trey: Yes you so are.
Madd Katt: Tr--
Brandon: I'm not at all.
Madd Katt: GUYS. WILL YOU BOTH SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN WHEN I SPEAK... JESUS CHRIST YOU BOTH SOUND LIKE TWO LITTLE GIRLS FIGHTING. BRANDON, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP, TREY, BACK THE HELL UP AND CHILL OUT. BOTH OF YOU.
[The outbreak has left the crowd laughing and both Brandon and Trey in utter silence for the time being.]
Madd Katt: I'm sorry... But you two better learn your boundaries here. I'm the GM and what I say goes.
Brandon: Then...
Madd Katt: Brandon, don't push it...
[Brandon shuts up and the crowd laughs again.]
Madd Katt: Now Trey, please, this is Brandon and I's matter to discuss, so may we please discuss this in somewhat privacy...
[He gestures for Trey to leave the ring. He bows towards the GM, sort of a "as you wish, master" bow.]
Madd Katt: Brandon, this needs to be cleared now. You weren't put on the main site because we need to keep up to date. This business is dog eat dog and if we dwell on the past, the fans will get bored. Yes, you took Trey to the limit and there were parts where we all thought you would win. But when Johnny made the challenge... That blew the media up and no one really cared about the match afterwards. I'm not trying to be cruel but it's true.
[Brandon has a smug look on his face and isn't pleased at all. He tries to say something but can't.]
[He conjures up something and interrupts the GM from leaving.]
Brandon: WAIT. I understand now, but question... Let's make this happen one more time. I want one more chance. And this time, I want it to be better than before. I want Trey one more time. No title, no stipulations, just one on one, pinfall or submission. Next week on TNT in the main event. Give me that, if I win, I will make headlines, if I lose... I will leave it alone.
[Madd Katt looks at Trey and smiles.]
Madd Katt: You know what, I like it. It's done. Brandon Nytrus vs. Trey Baxter in the main event of TNT October 18th!
[Trey's stunned and Brandon is left in the ring with a smirk on his face.]
Bob Herman: WOW! What an announcement.
Thomas Simon: What a bang TNT is starting off on!
[The scene fades out watching Brandon and Trey starring each other down, one on the outside (Trey) the other inside (Brandon), as the TNT Theme is playing.]
Bob Herman: it is time to jump back in to X-Core action!
Thomas Simon: Let's head to the ring for the introductions!
X-Core Rules Match
X-Core Qualifier
Ian Andrews vs. Brandon Nytrus
Bob Herman: Nytrus and Trey just EXPLODED in the ring and Nytrus now awaits his opponent.
[Lies Greed Misery by Linkin Park. (Lies Greed Misery By Linkin park hits, 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 the Ring announcer and announces himself. "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."
The two slowly walks down towards the ring, hand in hand, Nytrus eyes locked on. They halt halts at the bottom of the ramp and takes a long look at the arena in front of them before sharing another kiss. He then walks towards the steel steps, slowly taking his time up each step.
Once through the second rope, he holds them open for Nikki to enter, then 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 Nikki joins him in the corner, where they once again kiss, before she leaves the ring]
[The bell rings and they meet up in the center and lock up in the collar and elbow, Nytrus gaining the advantage pushing Andrews back into the corner. Jude Mason starts the five count, Nytrus slowly lets go, seemingly going for a clean break, but as soon as his free stings Ian Andrews with a chop, to a “WHOOO!†from the crowd. Nytrus quickly grabs Andrews by the arm and whips him across the ring and into the turnbuckles, following his opponent and squashing him into the corner with a clothesline. The Hardcore Icon keeps on the attack holding Ian in place against the turnbuckles with his back as he unleashes a barrage of backelbows, as he steps aside Andrews stumbles out of the corner and down on the mat as Nytrus does a muscle pose and winks at Nikki, at ringside]
Thomas Simon: Nytrus is prepared for this one.
[The big man goes back to his rising opponent, dragging Ian Andrews to his feet and sets him up for a suplex, but Ian Andrews manages to shift his weight and dros down behind Nytrus and into a quick roll up]
[...1...Nytrus kicks out sending Andrews up in the air, the Olympian lands on his feet and grabs the rising Brandon Nytrus by the waist slamming him down on the mat with a Belly to Belly side suplex. Both roll to the feet, Nytrus looking furious as he explodes towards Andrews with a clothesline, but Ian Andrews drops to the mat taking the big man down with a droptoehold and goes straight for the side headlock. He keeps a tight grip on Nytrus, who tries to get back up, as he gets to his knees Ian spins around and into the front facelock forcing Brandon back down. Once more Andrews goes into motion rolling down the back of the big man and grabbing the ankle going for an anklelock, but Nytrus turns and kicks him away and he flips out of the ring. Andrews reaches under the apron desperately and pulls out a 2x4 piece of wood. He rushes the ring. He swings towards Nytrus but wood breaks over Nytrus' head and he is unphased.]
[The two square off. Andrews is the first to charge as he launches himself at Brandon with a Lariat, but Nytrus stops him with a big boot to the face, nearly taking Ian Andrews head off as crashes to the mat. Brandon turns around and yells to Nikki, who quickly grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. Nytrus picks it up and turns to face his opponent, but Ian Andrews is up and dropkicks the chair into the face of Nytrus sending him staggering backwards and into the ropes.]
Thomas Simon: Andrews looking to do some good here!
[The Olympian grabs the chair and walks over to the stunned Nytrus landing a hard shot to the head sending the big man out between the roes to the outside. Andrews smirks as he takes a victory lap inside the ring with the chair. On the outside Nikki is at Brandons side crying and screaming for him to rise u. As the big man finally rises blood is running down his face, he wipes his forehead as he shakes his head. Stunned he stares at his hand and the blood on it, his surprise turns into rage as he looks back at Andrews in the ring.]
Bob Herman: if I saw Nytrus behind me I would run for the hills
[Ian sees his opponent has risen and drops the chair as he runs towards the ropes and launches himself over with a crossbody, but Nytrus catches him and throws him u on his shoulder. Nytrus looks around before storming towards the cornerpost, driving Andrew back first into the steel, before slamming him onto the steps. The Olympian slides down the steps and onto the floor as The Hardcore Icon marches over and clears the commentary table and area. He then returns to the stirring Andrews dragging him u and over to the table smashing Andrews head first into it. Blood starts running down Ian Andrews chin as his lip is busted open. Brandon Nytrus rights his opponent up lifts him onto his shoulder before walking over to the guardrail and dropping Andrews chest first over it. Ian Andrews bounces of and down on the floor, but Nytrus quickly grabs him and rolls him onto the table. Swiftly Brandon turns towards the ring and pulls the table closer, while telling Nikki to hold on to Andrews, he then hops up on the apron and looks at the corner. The fans growing rapid as Nytrus climbs the corner and almost falls of and down on Andrews with a splash. Both men a rolling around in the rests of the broken table, both bleeding and semi conscious as the referee checks on them]]
[They both start to rise getting to their knees. Nytrus is up and grabs Andrews going for a heavy right, but Andrews blocks and lands one of his own and one more and another, Ian Andrews explodes with a barrage of wild punches, before grabbing Nytrus by the arm and whipping him into the ring apron.]
[Still a little dizzy Andrews staggers over to Nytrus who stands leaned up against the ring. He grabs the big man and rolls him to the inside and follows, landing a couple of hard stomps to Brandon's midsection. But Nytrus counters landing some brutal elbow shots to the gut of Andrews and setting up for the move himself as he drives Andrews face first into the mat and goes for the cover]
[...1...2...3...ding ding ding, Brandon Nytrus rises and Nikki quickly slides into the ring embracing him and kissing him.]]
Honey Winters: Here is your winner and qualifying for the X-Core title match, Brandon Nytrus!
Bob Herman: A hard fought victory for Nytrus
Thomas Simon: That was an amazing match by both men but Nytrus came out on top
Bob Herman: I bet Nikki will come out on top later OHHH YEAH!
[[Madd Katt is in his office on the phone and takes a double take out of turns around towards the door]]
Madd Katt: I'll call you back Trish.. Well well well. If it isn't the CHAMPION!
[[Trey Baxter comes in to camera as the fans pop in the arena]]
Madd Katt: Welcome to TNT! I hope you like what I've done with the place. I am terribly sorry about our encounter before. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.
Trey Baxter: Mr. Katt it is an absolute honor to meet you and Nytrus will get what he has coming to him next week.
Madd Katt: I absolutely loved that voicemail you played in the ring last week. That was gold! HA HA!
[[They share a laugh and than Trey gives a little cough and Madd Katt turns around. Johnny Clash is on the other side of Madd Katt with a serious look on his face]]
Johnny Clash: Well look who it is! It's the old man, and the shit bag. Both in the same room WOW! It's like Christmas morning!
[[Trey folds his arms and Madd Katt stares at Johnny]]
Johnny Clash: Last time we met in the ring old man I tore you to shreds and I took your old ass out to the curb. I'm here to warn you not to get in my way because I have no problem doing that again.
Madd Katt: Well how about you get this straight bucko. This is MY Show. I am here to run TNT and I plan on doing a damn good job. So how about you stay out of my way because this time if you lay a hand on me not only will you have your ass beat SO hard but your ass will be FIRED.
[[Johnny's smile turns to a frown and the crowd cheers]]
Trey Baxter: Yeah you don't wanna do that now do ya? Unless you don't wanna face me at After Shock?
Johnny Clash: Oh.. I will see you at After Shock Trey. Bet your ass and that title on it. Hope you two enjoy your sword fight.
[[Johnny turns and walks out of the room]]
Madd Katt: See ya Barry!
Thomas Simon: HA HA! That was great I love our new GM!
Bob Herman: You know I worked for that guy for almost 12 years and I will never get sick of him!
Thomas Simon: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for our Main Event of the evening!
Main Event
Singles Match
Apostle Kried vs. Jackson Blaze
[[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.]]
Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring from Bovaria Germany... Apostle Kried!
[[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 turns with his arms still outstretched and walks backwards towards the ring. He pauses about half way to the ring and turns again to face the ring. He hop steps towards the ring and slaps a fans hand before he 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 his opponent. The lights in the arena fade to black. The sound of Motley Crue's "Wild Side" slowly begin to echo through the air. "The Bastard" Jackson Blaze slowly makes his way from the back, out onto the top of the entrance ramp with a dim spotlight on him. ]]
Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas Nevada... Jackson Blaze!
[[Stopping, he slowly turns his head from right to left scanning the crowd. His arms shoot outward at his side, into a crucifix type pose as the words "The Bastard" appear on the giant screen behind him in flaming text. Blaze starts a quick run down the ramp towards the ring where he quickly slides in under the bottom rope.]]
Thomas Simon: it looks like these guys are ready to throw down!
Bob Herman: Jackson always looks ready to go! Kried looks very focused tonight as well.
Thomas Simon: Well let's do it!
[[The bell rings and the two men stay in their corners as the ref backs up. They stare at each other and finally start circling the ring. The fans come alive as Kried fires them up. Jackson flips Kried off and mouths off to him. Kried rushes him and drops him to the mat with a shoulder block. He stands over Jackson and Jackson's eyes light up. Kried backs up and tells Jackson to stand up]]
Thomas Simon: Kried using his strength to show Jackson not to mess with him!
[[Jackson stands up and mouths off to the referee. Kried calls him to the middle of the ring and puts his hand in the air for a test of strength. Jackson lifts his hand up but than cheap shots Kried with a kick to the stomach. Kried hunches over and Jackson punches him in the face. Kried holds his hose and stumbles back. The referee yells at Jackson for the closed fist and Jackson shrugs him off. He walks to Kried and kicks him again. He takes the head of Kried and throws him in to the corner turnbuckle. Jackson keeps Kried in the corner and begins kicking him. Kried goes down to the mat as Jackson continues stomping in him. Kried holds on to the ropes and the referee pulls Jackson off after a 4 count]]
Bob Herman: Jackson Blaze is just taking it hard to Kried right now
Thomas Simon: He looks like a bent paper clip out there
[[Kried uses the ropes to get up and clings on in the corner. Jackson rushes towards him but Kried catches him and slams him down with one arm. The crowd comes alive as Kried holds his ribs. Jackson gets back on his feet and throws punches in the Krieds direction but it appears they have absolutely no affect. Kried stands there and screams in Jackson's face. He than clotheslines Jackson down hard. He crouches down and waits for Jackson to get up. Jackson stands and turns around as Kried grabs him and hits a T-Bone suplex.]]
Bob Herman: that's a pure power move by Apostle Kried
Thomas Simon: This is wrestling right here folks!
[[Kried takes Blaze by the hair and picks him up. He throws a forearm at him and than takes Jackson up in to a vertical position. He holds Jackson there a few seconds letting the blood rush to his head. He than drops Jackson down with the suplex connecting. Kried goes for the pin]]
1.....2......
Madd Katt: WOW... It seems that this crowd is HOT right now! Like you are here to watch some wrasslin or somethin!
[[The fans cheer as Madd Katt keeps grinning]]
Madd Katt: You know when I was presented with this task at hand to be the new GM of the newest MPW hit show, TNT I thought to myself.. What can I honestly bring to the table. Well to start things off the X-Core Division is red hot!
[[The fans cheer once again as the crowd pans in on a Kuk Killswitch sign]]
Madd Katt: We have the greatest wrestlers in the world on this roster here on TNT!.... And not to mention we have the World Heavyweight Champion, Trey Baxter on hand tonight! OH I Thought you guys would like that one!
[[The crowd cheers for Trey]]
Madd Katt: Now I have only one question for you fans... Are you ready? ARE YOU READY? ARE YOU READY!?
[[The fans cheer as the camera pans around the arena going wild for Thursday Night Takedown]]
Madd Katt: So without further ado, im going to get my old ass out of the ring and let these rosters do what they do best and kill it out there.. Honey are you ready?
[[Honey nods with a bright smile]]
Madd Katt: Bob and Tommy you ready!?
[[The announce booth gives a thumbs up]]
Madd Katt: FANS ARE YOU READY!?
[[The crowd gives a loud roar]]
Madd Katt: without further ado... Let's get this show going!
[[The song continues as pyros explode over the ring and on the ramp. The fans go crazy as spotlights zoom all through out the arena]]
Thomas Simon: This building is about to erupt! Welcome to the first ever Thursday Night Takedown ladies and gentlemen!
Bob Herman: I have never heard a building this electric, this is the start of something great here in MPW!
Thomas Simon: Let's kick it off with some X-Core action!
X-Core Rules Match
X-Core Qualifier
Chicken vs. Rye Payne
[Hit that by Offspring starts playing and the crowd starts to cheer awaiting Chicken to peek out from behind the curtain. As nothing happens the cheers turn into a low mumbling. Suddenly Chicken comes flying backwards out on stage, Rye Payne slowly follows through and lands a kick to the ribs of the rising Chicken]
Bob Herman: Ouch!
Thomas Simon: This match has begun before it even hits the ring!
[Payne grabs Chicken by the neck forcing him up to his feet and starts dragging him down the ramp. Chicken attempt to fight back landing a few shots to the side of Rye, who in return spins around and throws his opponent into the guardrail. Chicken slumps down the barricade as Payne follows up with a boot to the gut, before once again dragging Chicken back up and smashing him head first into the steel fence. Chicken bounces off and into the middle of the ramp, as Rye Payne marches down the ramp and ducks under the ring producing a ladder. He proceeds placing the top of the ladder on the apron, before walking back grabbing his semi conscious opponent. Payne moves Chicken into position for a suplex, but somehow Chicken musters up enough energy to drop down behind Rye. He goes for the German locking his arms around Rye Paynes waist, but gets stunned with a back elbow to the side of the head. Chciken stumbles backwards and trips onto the ladder. Payne turns and starts pummeling away on his defenseless opponent.]
Bob Herman: Chicken is trying to cover up
[Slowly Rye backs up down the ramp, positioning himself for a charge, he storms down the ramp and leaps into the air for a splash onto the laid out Chicken, but no ones home as Chicken rolls away in the last second. Both men are down at ringside, Chicken is the first to stir, slowly rising to his knee's looking over at his opponent, who has rolled off the side of the ladder and is rolling around on the arena floor. Chicken grabs the ladder and pushes it into the ring, before staggering over and grabbing Rye Payne by the head. Slowly he gets him to his feet and drags him over to the apron, slamming his head down on the apron before rolling him into the ring. Chicken follows after under the bottom rope and finally the referee calls for the bell.]
Thomas Simon: this match has finally officially begun... Wait what is this? We are being joined by none other than Kuk Killswitch!
Kuk Killswitch: I thought I would join you guys for this match up.
Bob Herman: my god could you shower next time.
[Both men are slowly getting to their feet, Chicken is the first up and he goes for the ladder turning his back to Rye Payne. As he turns again he is met with a dropkick to the ladder sending him down on the mat with the ladder on top. Rye quickly removes it and gets Chicken back up on his feet, he slaps his arm around Chickens chest and shoulder hitting a reverse STO slamming Chicken face first onto the ladder.]
Kuk Killswitch: that had to hurt.
[Swiftly Rye jumps to his feet and goes to the outside, he again goes under the ring grabbing a table. On the inside Chicken slowly starts stirring the referee checking on him as Payne sets up the table on the outside. Rye finishes and rolls into the ring again grabbing his opponent and dragging him to his feet. As Chicken gets to the up right you can see blood running down his face. Rye holds his bloodied opponent by the hair as he parades him around the ring to the jeers from the crowd. Slowly he drags Chicken to the ropes and throws him out to the floor. Payne follows and drags his opponent back up, whipping him into the steel stairs. Chicken chraches through the steps and almost into the barricade. Quickly Rye Payne is back on him, landing a few hard rights to his bloodied face before drags the defenseless Chickens upper body onto the table. Payne re-enters the ring and grabs the ladder and sets it up near the ropes, he climbs to the top and tries to get his balance as he signals for the Curb Stomp. He dives off, but Chicken rolls out of the way and Payne crashes through the table.]
Bob Herman: OH! PAYNE GOES THROUGH THE TABLE
[Both men are down outside the ring, Rye Payne rolling and twisting around in pain holding his legs. Chicken starts to stir holding his bloodied head as he uses the guardrail to get to his feet. Slowly he staggers over grabbing Rye Payne and forcing him to his feet. The two start to trade punches almost moving in slow motion as they go blow for blow. Payne gains the advantage as he lands a knee to the midsection, before slamming Chicken face first into the guardrail.]
Kuk Killswitch: I'm not impressed guys
Thomas Simon: Well you will face one of these two in the King of the Mountain match at After Shock!
[Once again Rye grabs Chicken by the neck and drags him into the ring and up to his feet, Chicken tries to fight back with powerless punches to the body, but he seems like he has nothing left. Payne lands a hard right of his own before turning Chicken upside down going for a Tombstone Piledriver. Suddenly Chicken starts to wiggle and twist forcing Rye backwards and somehow Chicken flips them around going for a piledriver of his own, but Payne reverses it back again. Slow staggering forward to keep his balance, but somehow Chicken gets him locked in a head scissors, and throws Payne face first into the turnbuckles. Rye Payne staggers backwards out of the corner, Chicken comes up from behind locking in the side headlock and goes for the Flying Chicken]
[...1...2...3... and Chicken wins it ding ding ding. A big grin lights up under the crimson mask as Chicken's hand is raised and Hit That starts blowing out over the P.A system]
Honey Winters: Here is your winner and advancing in the X-Core tournament.... CHICKEN!
Thomas Simon: Chicken picks up the victory!
Bob Herman: Wow I thought Rye Payne had it!
Thomas Simon: Well let's go backstage where Tim Bowers is standing by with MPW's newest acquisition, Michael Marino
Tim Bowers: Thanks guys! I'm standing here with TNT's newest Superstar. Michael Marino welcome to TNT!
[[The camera pans up to a taller bald man with a smirk on his face.]]
Michael Marino: It is very good to be here Tim. I can't wait to start my MPW journey and it starts here on TNT!
Tim Bowers: Michael I....
[[Jeff Jackson walks on to the screen holding a bat and smiles with his painted face]]
Jeff Jackson: Michael Marino was it? WELCOME TO TNT! HA HA HA HA!! Buddy you don't even know what you just got in to. You are in my territory now and you will fall victim to..
[[The crowd boo's Jackson but Michael Marino kicks him in the stomach and tosses him in to the interview set up. Jackson is down and out on the ground and Marino pulls down the rest of the set on top of him. He looks at Bowers and smiles as he walks away]]
Thomas Simon: Jeff Jackson just stuck his nose where it didn't belong and he paid!
Bob Herman: The strength of Marino is uncanny!
Thomas Simon: I look forward to seeing him in the future and a matter of fact he will be in action next week!
Bob Herman: Sounds good to me Thomas but I hear the lovely ladies of MPW are about to SPICE IT UP!
Thomas Simon: Jayde Brooklyn will take on the new comer Calista Vandal!
Singles Match
Jayde Brooklyn vs. Calista Vandal
[The beginning riffs of “Dead American†by Lars Friedeksen and the Bastards hit the P.A as black and red lights flash on the stage. Once the lyrics hit, Calista Vandal rushes onto stage as if she was in a mosh pit.]
Honey Winters: The following contest is set for one fall... Introducing first, from Salt Lake City, Utah... Calista Vandalll!!!
[She stops in her vest and sticks out her tongue while flipping the bird to the camera. She then heads to one ends of the stage and gives the bird. She then does the same to the other end before slam dancing her way to the center again. As the song continues she runs down giving out quick high fives. She gets to the bottom of the walkway and jumps the barricade and rolls around the fans, starting a bit of a pit. She then jumps up on the barricade and gives the bird to the camera as several fans follow suite. She hops off the barricade and jumps up onto the apron. She holds herself up with the ropes as she leans forward and gives the two finger salute. She jumps over the top rope and rushes her way to the top turnbuckle. She pulls off her vest and tosses it into the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle and into the center of the ring.]
Honey Winters: From Knoxville, Tennessee, Jayde... Brooklyn!!
[As the lights go dim through the arena. Fog covers the runway and the sound of "Fingerprints" by Katy Perry begins to play through the speakers. Out steps Jayde Brooklyn and the crowd cheers for her. She takes off walking towards the ring. She steps up on the ring apron black confetti and silver sparks burst out of one turnbuckle and pink confetti and silver sparks comes out from another. Jayde enters the ring and walks dead center and stops. She looks through the crowd and then hops upon the turnbuckle and raises her arms.]
Bob Herman: This match should be good, Tommy boy!
[The bell rings as the two women start to argue back and forth from the get go. Jude Manson gets caught in the crossfire as the two start to scream in his ear, raising a laugh from the crowd at the sight of the ref's face as it goes on.]
Bob Herman: Jude needs to get this match in order before it gets out of hand!
Thomas Simon: I don't know if he can do that with these two girls!
[After about 30 seconds of arguing, Jayde Brooklyn slaps Calista in the face which sends her flying backwards. The crowd erupts with “oh!â€s and “ahâ€s. Calista grabs her mouth in pain. Jayde lets out a chuckle to mock her injured opponent. Calista turns around with eyes ablaze and charges at Jayde.]
Bob Herman: Oh! Thesz Press!!
Thomas Simon: Those are slaps not punches, Bobby!
[Calista gets off her opponent. She walks around her with a smirk on her face. The crowd erupts for her with a “Let's go Vandal!†chant. Her attention then focuses on her opponent. Vandal picks up the Knoxville Knockout and throws her into the corner. She charges and hits a huge cross body splash on Brooklyn. Keeping the momentum on her side, she immediately runs to the ropes and tries to hit Rolling Thunder but misses when Brooklyn rolls out of the way, sending Vandal crashing hard on her back.]
Bob Herman: What a way to change the swing of this match!
[Brooklyn uses the ropes to her advantage and gets up. On her feet, she bounces off the ropes and hits a standing leg drop across the neck of Vandal. She stands up as fast as she did when she dropped down and hits a second, then a third leg drop.]
[Half of the crowd begins to cheer for either woman in the match, but for now, Brooklyn has the advantage as she climbs the ropes and dives elbow first onto the heart of Vandal. The crowd cheers for the standing Knoxville Knockout who begins to strut around the ring. Men whistle and woo her. She loves every second of it.]
Bob Herman: She really needs to focus on the task at hand here... She's taking way too much time right now.
Thomas Simon: You're right... I guess she just loves the spotlight.
[Brooklyn turns around and Vandal is already on her feet, waiting for the moment to pounce, and she does, right onto Brooklyn, this time hitting a hurricanrana which sends Brooklyn right out of the ring onto the padding, getting some of her confetti left over from her entrance stuck on her body and face. Vandal collapses in the middle of the ring to her knees, and rolls out of the ring to continue the assault. She raises the downed Brooklyn up and whips her shoulder first into the steel steps with a huge BANG sound to follow. The crowd cheers. The ref is to the count of 7 now, as Vandal rolls in and right back out to reset the count.]
Thomas Simon: Great veteran move by Vandal there...
[She raises her opponent once more and slides her in the ring straight into a cover.]
1...
2...
Kickout.
[Brooklyn gets the shoulder up just in the knick of time. But Vandal then tries to lock in the “Cambodian Clutchâ€. Brooklyn struggles to move out of it and squirm away but she can't. Jude Manson slides down to check on the Knoxville Knockout who is by this time screaming in pain. Her hand is raised in the air as if she's going to tap, but instead she uses it to crawl to the ropes slowly... Inching her way... Before... Yes, she gets to the bottom rope and Vandal breaks the hold at a count of 4 and a half. Vandal wastes no time and picks up Brooklyn who then starts to punch her opponent in the stomach with lefts and rights. Then to the face. She then throws her into the corner, hitting her then with a clothesline to the throat sending Vandal down to the sitting position in the turnbuckle.]
[Brooklyn realizes the position her opponent is in, and looks to the crowd. She smiles and runs to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs it.]
Bob Herman: Wait a minute... She going for the... No... NO!
Thomas Simon: That's Vandal's move! She's going for the Die, Die, Die, Darling!!
[Brooklyn leaps but Vandal rolls out of the way which sends Jayde landing on her backside in the corner and then raising herself up to the sitting position. Vandal quickly jumps up on the opposite turnbuckle and flies through the air and connects with the Die, Die, Die, Darling. She then quickly slides Brooklyn into the center of the ring and covers.]
1...
2...
3!!!
Bob Herman: Wow! What a move!
Thomas Simon: What a finish! This match could've gone either way.
Honey Winters: Here is your winner... Calista Vandal!
[She rolls out of the ring with her hand held high, holding her forehead in pain. She walks up the ramp with her music blasting. Jayde Brooklyn looks up as she's being treated by Jude Manson.]
Thomas Simon: Calista Vandal with a very impressive victory!
Bob Herman: That hot tomali just put the whole MPW universe on notice!
5:34 PM Thursday evening....
[Scene opens with a hospital room. Electra Stevens is seen sitting beside a hospital bed. Adian Caine is still out of it with many machines beeping bedside him. Across the room is Camilla, she's trying to read a magazine but the worry on her face is obvious. Electra's facial expression keeps changing from tight little smiles to worried looks and at one point she brushes a hand across Adian's forehead. There is a knock on the door and both women look up. Camilla jumps a little. The man that enters smiles lightly, a potted plant in one hand and his other hand goes up palm first in Camilla's direction. The Man is New TNT GM Madd Katt]
Madd Katt: Sorry didn't mean to frighten you ladies. I simply wanted to pay my respects and see how the Star is doing...
[Electra rises from her chair and walks over to greet the man, offering her hand]
Electra: I'm Electra Stevens and this is Camilla
[Camilla smiles sweetly and nods her head at him, still seeming a little shy about men]
Madd Katt: It's nice to meet you both. I've seen you in Action Miss Stevens. I have to say that despite your loss in your debut match at MPW I still liked what I saw.
[Electra smiled]
Electra: thanks but it doesn't look like I'm going to be returning to the wrestling world. I'm sure Adams has blackballed me from every company by now.
[Madd Katt shook his head]
Madd Katt: Adams was an idiot last week. I"m not making excuses for him though...I do my own thing and it's nothing like how he thinks running a show is like. Speaking of which I have a little confession...I came here with one other intention besides checking on Caine's condition. Would it be possible to have a few words with you....in private....
[he smiles in Camilla's direction and she rises from the chair and quickly walks toward the door.]
Camilla: I'll go and get us some coffee... Black two sugars right?
Electra: yes, thank you.
[After Camilla has left, Madd Katt turns again to Electra]
Madd Katt: Was there somewhere I can put this down? It's kind of hurting my hand...
[he motions toward the heavy potted plant and Electra laughs before taking it and setting it on a table with some other vases and cards]
Electra: Forgive me for sounding skeptical Mr. Madd Katt but I've heard conversations start this way in the past and it's ended badly....what is it you came to talk to me about?
Madd Katt: Well I think that my presence isn't going to be one that will cause you to slap me in the face. I think you might actually like my little business proposition...that is if you'll take the time to listen to it...
[Electra's eyebrow raises]
Madd Katt: Have a seat and let me tell you my idea....
Thomas Simon: I wonder what Madd Katt wants with Electra Stevens?
Bob Herman: I know what I want with Electra Stevens
Thomas Simon: Chill Bob, Chill. Don't send yourself in to early retirement.
Bob Herman: Well up next is Kuk Killswitch the man himself, taking on new comer Jordan Storm who seems ready to go! Let's go! WOOOO!
Singles Match
Kuk Killswitch vs. Jordan Storm
[[“In Ashes They Shall Reap" By Hatebreed begins to play and the arena goes dark. Red lasers 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. Barbed wire 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 whole shoulder area and torso and goes down to his feet. A large crown sits upon his head covered in brutal barbed wire and in the front has 2 Kendo Sticks crossed. Kuk sits there for a moment, soaking in the boos before(at 0:39) 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.]]
Honey Williams: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Hell's Kitchen, New York , he is The Hardcore Reject... KUK KILLLSWITTTCHHH!
[[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.]]
[["Living in a Dream" by Finger Eleven blasts through the loudspeakers. The crowd goes wild as Jordan bursts through the curtain. Yellow fireworks go off as Jordan stands atop the entrance ramp and raises his arms. Jordan walks down the entrance ramp and high fives fans along the way. Jordan steps through the ropes and as he does so, more yellow fireworks go off on top of the entrance ramp. Jordan goes to each of the turnbuckles and poses, with his arms in the air]]
Honey Williams: From Melbourne , Victoria , Australia , It's Jordan Storm!
[[The bell rings and the men stare each other down for a minute before Killswitch goes in for a grapple. Storm pushes him back hard. Killswitch almost hits the ropes before he gains his momentum back and again tries to go in to grab Storm. Storm is waiting for him though and gets a roundhouse kick to the head. Killswitch stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Storm wastes no time in pummelling him with a series of punches. Killswitch goes a little limp. Storm holds off on his next punch for a second before going in. Killswitch out of nowhere grabs his hand and pushes him away. slowly he regains his balance on his feet as Storm and the crowd seem confused by his sudden adrenaline rush. Killswitch motions for Storm to bring it, crouching a little he puts his hands on his knees. Storm offers a smile as the crowd cheers him on but Killswitch is again prepared for his advance and gores him to the mat. The cheers suddenly change to boos. A smile spreads across Killswitch's face as he starts to kick the other man while he's down. Storm grabs his sides in pain. Killswitch grabs Storm by his pony tail and forces him to his feet and pushes his weakened body into the turnbuckle. Storm hits it hard and goes to fall back but Killswitch once again gets a hold of his hair and slams his face into the hard corner. This time Killswitch allows Storm to fall back again to the mat. Grabbing his arm, he drags the fallen man to the center of the ring and forces him to his feet.  Killswitch sets him up and executes a perfect Facebuster. Killswitch watches him curiously for a second before going down for a pin. The ref counts 1...2... Storm slowly kicks out. Killswitch shakes his head but moves away, waiting for his prey to regain momentum. Storm pushes himself up, seeing Killswitch he pushes himself to his feet and shakes himself. Killswitch smirks but watches his opponent appraising him.]]
Thomas Simon: Â Looks like Killswitch is pretty sure of himself here
Bob Herman: Are you kidding? Are we watching the same match here? Killswitch almost had him
[[Storm and Killswitch are nose to nose but neither one is making a move. Storm pushes him and he laughs before shoving him back. Storm gets an angry look on his face and is able to get another roundhouse kick to the cocky face. Killswitch backs up into the ropes again. Killswitch turns and spits blood into the crowd before turning back to his opponent. Storm has already gotten prepared for him and does a springboard kick off the middle rope. Kuk, is hit through the ropes onto the mats below. Storm looks down and watches as Killswitch starts to rise to his feet. The fans on the other side of the barrier start to yell profanities at him. He starts to go back and forth with one fan and then gives the man the finger. what he does see is Storm, still in the ring. He's already bounced off the ropes at the opposite side of the ring and is able to time his suicide bomb through the ropes perfectly for when Killswitch turns. Both men are down, but Storm is already up and climbing to the top rope. He raises an arm to the cheers of the crowd before delivering a moonsault onto the still down Killswitch. ]]
Thomas Simon: Oh my god. did you see that?
Bob Herman (yawns): I've seen better...
Thomas Simon: Your an idiot, that was pure talent...
[[By now the ref has made it to a count of 6. Storm starts to climb up onto the ring to get in when his leg is grabbed by Kuk. Storm tries to shake him off, Kuk grabs harder, causing Storm to use more force in his kick. Kuk loses his grip and backs right into the ref, knocking him against the steel steps just as he's about to count both at 9. Storm continues to climb back into the ring, not realizing that the ref is knocked out.]]
Thomas Simon: And there goes the ref...
Bob Herman: Now we'll see where Kuk really shines
[[Killswitch grins at the fallen ref and turns back to where Storm has now climbed over the rope. He then starts to look under the ring for something.]]
Thomas Simon: No...
Bob Herman: Oh yes... here we go...
[[He pulls out a bat and shrugs before placing it on the apron and climbing up and over. Storm turns and sees Killswitch walking steadily toward him, hitting the bat off his opposite hand. Storm puts up his hands to try and defend himself but it does no good as he's able to shove the bat into his stomach. Storm keels over, holding his injured gut. Killswitch holds the bat up before bringing it down against the man's back. Storm goes down to the mat. The ref has regained consciousness and is starting to climb back into the ring. Killswitch backs up into the ropes and drops the mat on the ground below. the ref gets closer and starts to warn him. He holds up his empty hands and the ref is convinced that he's clean. he then drops down and goes in for a pin on Storm who is still out. The ref counts. ]]
1....2....3.... and the winner.... KUK KILLSWITCH!
Thomas Simon: Storm was robbed!
Bob Herman: All is fair in war. I think Jordan Storm is going to learn very quickly where he stands in the rankings
[[Madd Katt is in his office talking to none other than Christian Carter and Jake Cage]]
Madd Katt: I know, you guys were both blindsided on Monday but I can't help ya there! Jake, you got a match against Rye next week to prove yourself and beat that little turd. Christian, I am making a match at the pay per view. Let's shut Primal up once and for all. You and Primal will go one on one in a steel cage. OH YEAH I got jingles and tingles all down my spine!
Christian Carter: Sir that sounds amazing and I will even put my title on the line!
Jake Cage: Yeah I can't wait to beat the taco meat out of Rye!
Madd Katt: Remember the fire sauce!
Jake Cage: I always carry some with me!
[[Jake pulls a packet of Taco Bell fire sauce out of his beard and the crowd laughs and cheers]]
Madd Katt: Alright that is a little weird but I..
[[Madd Katt glances over his shoulder and the camera zooms out showing Justin Fischer standing behind him with a smug look on his face]]
Madd Katt: And who might you be little guy?
Justin Fischer: Name is Justin Fischer. You signed me to TNT remember?
Madd Katt: OH! Right right! The guy who just lost to Taufik! Ouch... Tough one huh?
Justin Fischer: Yes, thanks for bringing it up. Now I don't want to be here as much as you want me here this place is a dump. I would much rather be on the real show Monday Night Main Event instead of.. The Orleans Arena. I feel so minor league right now.
Madd Katt: Well hey, nice having ya! You seem like a bundle of Joy! By the way, Leather pants are the way to go!
[[The crowd laughs as does Carter and Cage]]
Justin Fischer: Oh you two think that's funny don't you? You two are the reason that this show sucks! I don't want to be associated with ingrates like you.
Jake Cage: Well uhh... You smell! Yeah! And your head looks like a prune!
Justin Fischer: Classless. Typical.
[[Justin Fischer shakes his head and turns to Madd Katt before walking out]]
Justin Fischer: Keep him on a leash. You can get a fine for that.
[[Fischer turns around to walk away as Madd Katt turns back to the Promised Ones and the scene changes]]
I love it here, inside the arena with adrenalin rushing through my whole body, endorphins and dopamine getting released into my system like explosions in my head. The anticipation of going into that ring and finally feel the freedom of survival, the rush of being alive and just satisfying the hunger for truth.
[Primal is pacing back and forth in the locker room, he is dressed in his red, white and black ring gear and trying to keep himself from not just running into the ring and start fighting]
All week I've been looking forward to this, to the match and in particular to face Ash Soulfate... I see and hear he has already passed judgment on me as another generic big man, while he himself is the same as anybody else... Living on former glory, telling stories of his past... I tell the stories in the ring, with every move, hold or strike I execute... its told in my name and the titles I've earned in the ring Primal, Danish Destroyer, Scandinavian Slayer or my given name are part of my story, but they are not what define me as a wrestler...
I am in this business for the thrill of battle and the freedom of the ring, but that doesn't take away my hunger for the spoils of the industry... Christian Carter learned that and I'll be hunting him until I stand with the title around my waist... but for now I have three other men, that need to experience my story and become a part of it
[He leaves the locker room storming towards the ring area]
Bob Herman: Justin Fischer giving the boss a hard time, what else is new
Thomas Simon: As usual Bob. Primal also looks focused! Now let's get back in to the ring because its time for some Triple Threat Action since Jackson has been taken out earlier tonight and will be evaluated at a medical facility!
[[Camera fades into backstage of the Orleans arena as you see Freddie Styles getting ready for his match in a pre match stretch.]]
Thomas Simon: Freddie Styles getting ready for the big triple threat tonight! I wonder if he knows that Jeff Jackson was taken out already?
Bob Herman: I don't think Styles cares at all who he is facing.
Thomas Simon: If he even knows who he is facing. Styles has walked around this plac............WHAT THE HELL IT'S RAGE??!?!?!?!?!?
[[Rage attacks Styles from behind knocking him to the ground with a forearm to the back. Rage helps Styles up and drives him head first into the block wall. Styles hits the ground and is out cold. The camera zooms in on a pissed off Rage. He walks towards the camera as it fades.]]
Thomas Simon: What the hell?? What is he doing here?
Bob Herman: Like always......anything he damn well pleases.
[[Scene fades into backstage where Rage is walking the halls of the Orleans Arena.]]
Rage: Look at this place.....I can't believe I wrestled here it's so.....so.......so high schoolish. I bet Harlow would feel right at home. Well what do we have here?
[[Camera pans down the hallway as TNT GM Madd Katt is seen yelling on his phone.]]
Madd Katt: What the hell is going on? Marino attacks Jackson he's out. Rage who I don't even know why he is here attacks Styles and now he's out!?! This is the big debut night of TNT. It's cool....I can deal with it.....the match will now just be Primal versus Ash Soulsfate. That's how you do it son......k thanks for the updates.
[[Madd Katt hangs up his phone and pinch's the bridge of his nose. He looks down the hall and sees Rage smiling at him.]]
Madd Katt: WELL! I hope you're happy!
Rage: Oh I'm always happy to see an old friend.
Madd Katt: About as happy as you were to see Harlow on Monday?
Rage: Listen that old bastard is in waaaaaaay over his head. He's taken one too many chair shots over his long boring career. I can't step into the ring with him it's elderly abuse.
Madd Katt: He's right you are a disrespectful asshole. You and I go back a long way to Rage. We used to run things out way regardless of the consequences. But this challenge you need to accept it.
Rage: Accept it? Like how you have to accept that receding hairline of yours? Shut it Katty! You need to realize something. I wrestle when I want, how I want and nobody tells me what to do especially not some reject from the retirement home.
Madd Katt: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Rage: Yeah I know right?
Madd Katt: HAHAHAHAHAHA
[[Madd Katt stops his mocking laughter with a straight face.]]
Madd Katt: First of all did you know that I get a few nice perks with my GM job. One is I get access to the woman's locker room. For uhhh impromptu locker room inspections and I get to book matches and well I'm not going to let Harlow wait for your response. The match at After Shock it's booked!
Rage: WHAT?!?! YOU BALD SON OF A BITCH!
Madd Katt: Hahahaha enjoy it I know James will.
[[Madd Katt walks away as Rage is fuming.]]
Rage: NOOOOO! YOU.......I'M THE ONLY ONE!!!!!!!! ARGGHHHHHHH
[[Rage storms off and grabs a backstage worker tossing him against a moving crate.]]
Thomas Simon: Wow! Madd Katt making an impact! He just booked Rage against Harlow at After Shock! TNT certainly is a show where you cannot blink or else you will miss something.
Singles Match
Ash Soulsfate vs. Primal
[[The lights go out, and the stage fills with green, and out comes Ash in a white wife beater, torn jeans, black tapped from hand to forearm, one black elbow pad on the right side. Walks at a comfortable pace, smirking most of the time, depending on his opponent. He rolls into the ring, and goes to the corner and props his self up on the corner turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.]]
Honey Winters: From Los Angeles California , Ash Soulsfate
[[Red lights start to flicker over the arena, as the Danish national hymn starts playing as a montage from Denmark is shown with the little mermaid, Hans Christian Anderson and ending with the Danish flag wavering across the screen, suddenly the music starts to distort and the heavy guitars of Metallica's Sad But True fills the arena as blood dripping fangs bite down over the flag spelling out Primal.]]
[[As James Hetfield starts singing Primal appears on the top of the ramp, head bowed marching straight ahead. As the last line of the chorus is sung, he explodes down the ramp and slides into the ring, bouncing of the ropes in what seems like a wild rage ending up in the center. He once again bows his head, then suddenly thrust his arms out to each side, throwing his hair back and lets out an animalistic roar fading out with the music.]]
Honey Winters: and his opponent hailing from Solvang , California ...it's Primal!
[[The bell Rings. Both men circle each other a few times before Soulsfate goes in for a grapple. Primal moves in to punch but Soulsfate is too quick and pulls him into a headlock. He tries un-successfully to reverse it by Soulsfate holds on to Primal's neck. they both make it to their feet, but Soulsfate still has him in a headlock and holding strong. Primal gets an advantage and uses his momentum to pull out of the lock by Soulsfate and get his arm pinned behind his back. Soulsfate struggles, spins him and pulls the exact same move on Primal, leaving him the once again in a submission hold. Primal tries to reverse it and almost gets Soulsfate in a position to perform a spine buster, however Soulsfate once again uses his momentum to get out of it and throw Primal into an Irish whip. As Primal is returning back, Soulsfate knocks him down with an Armbar that causes Primal to hit the mat hard.]]
Thomas Simon: Soulsfate is really showing his skills here
[[Soulsfate takes the opportunity to pump the crowd by raising his arms. the crowd goes wild with cheers. Behind him, Primal is slowly rising to his feet and then proceeds to bounce against the ropes to try and get Soulsfate by surprise. Turning at the last minute, Soulsfate is able to jump up and miss the oncoming Armbar. Frustrated Primal tries to go after him and execute a running kitchen sink but Soulsfate catches his leg and throws him, causing Primal to go off balance and landing hard on the mat. The crowd cheers Soulsfate again. Soulsfate turns to see a disoriented Primal getting to his feet and moves to set him up for a pile driver. Primal is able to reverse it and get a punch into Soulsfate's stomach. ]]
[[Soulsfate is still doubled over when Primal blows another shot to his midsection. Primal signals to the crowd that he's about to unleash his finisher. Primal grabs Soulsfate and performs Primal Roar. Soulsfate is unmoving on the mat. Primal moves in to cover him. ]]
Thomas Simon: I think Primal may have this...
Bob Herman: Don't get ahead of yourself there Tommy boy... match isn't over yet
[[Ref counts...1...2....Soulsfate kicks out. He gets up and grabs the top rope in frustration. Soulsfate climbs to his feet with effort. He notices that Primal has his back turned. He takes a bit of a run and dives into him and it knocks both men to the ground. He starts to pummel Primal with rights and lefts until the ref gets involved telling him to back off. Soulsfate puts up his arms to protect his face.]]
Thomas Simon: How did he get out of that move....
Bob Herman: You really have to ask? Look at Soulsfate, he's the top of his game.
Thomas Simon: Geez jump on the winner bandwagon much?
Bob Herman: Just watch the match and keep your trap closed.
[[Soulsfate hesitates which gives Primal the opening to deliver a kick, forcing him back to the mat. Primal gets to his face and starts to kick the downed man Soulsfate grabs Primal's leg during another kick and forces him to his back. While Primal struggles to get to his feet, Soulsfate climbs to the second turnbuckle directly behind him. He's on his feet and turns, looking for his opponent when Soulsfate jumps and grabs Primal by the neck and executes a near perfect Blockbuster. It causes Primal and Soulsfate to both land on the mat with heavy thuds. The crowd is still going wild. Soulsfate rises to his knees and throws his body over Primal for the pin. 1....2.... kick out by Primal.]]
[[Soulsfate doesn't give up. Before Primal gets up off the mat he moves in and locks his arm around his neck, locking him into his submission choke hold. Primal flails his free arm and the ref gets down to ask him if he submits. turning red in the face, Primal manages to shake his head no. Soulsfate pulls harder. Primal seems to be having a hard time getting a breath. The ref asks again if he gives up and again Primal stubbornly says no before his eyes start to roll back and his body goes limp. The ref taps Soulsfate's arm and he notices that he's knocked out Primal for the win. the bell rings and Soulsfate rises. The ref grabs his arm and raises it in victory.]]
Honey Winters: Here is your winner...... Ash Soulsfate!
Bob Herman: What an impressive win for the newcomer!
Thomas SImon: He managed to pick up a win against Primal. That is impressive!
[The scene fades up on the crowd at the first ever Thursday Night Takedown. They are still excited and are very enthusiastic about everything that has happened so far.]
[The crowd erupts in boos as "The Hardcore Icon" and his girlfriend, making her first appearance on an MPW Show, Nikki, make their way onto the stage as Disturbed's "Stricken" blasts out the speakers.]
Thomas Simon: Well ladies and gentlemen, over the past week or so, Brandon Nytrus has sent a couple disturbing and strongly worded emails to the new General Manager of Thursday Night Takedown, Madd Katt.
Bob Herman: And it's going down right now! Woooo-we!! This should be good!
[As Brandon and Nikki make their way down the ramp, they are halted by a few fans holding a "Nytrus = Champ" but with a huge red X over the letters. Brandon yells a couple comments to them and continues on. They walk up the stairs and he allows Nikki in and follows behind her. In the ring, there is a table set up with an office chair on each side and there is a red carpet on the canvas. Brandon picks up a microphone.]
Brandon: Will Madd Katt please come out here.
[There's a pause before the theme music to TNT plays and Madd Katt appears on the stage to an array of cheers from the MPW Nation. As he walks down the ramp, he finally locks eyes with Brandon after slapping a couple fans hands on his way. He gets in the ring, and grabs a microphone.]
Brandon: Hello sir, will you please take a seat?
[The two men take their seats and begin the "meeting".]
Brandon: Now, Mr. Katt, you're probably asking yourself why I asked you to come out here to have this meeting. And you're probably wondering why I sent you so many emails to you. Well, I'll tell you why. Over the past week I've been checking the MPW website constantly to see if there's any trace of my match against Trey Baxter for the MPW World Heavyweight Championship in the main event of Fusion... But all I've seen is Clash vs. Baxter!! Baxter vs. Clash!! It's both insulting and utterly pathetic that you think I would stand for that. There's not even a little blurb about me on the site, granted, seeing how I'm now the face of TNT. Maybe it's because of those emails. I don't know, but what I'm trying to say is I deserve a little bit more respect from you and everyone else in this company than this. I deserve to be seen on the front page of the website, on the magazine, on their programs, everywhere. Not just thrown to the wind like that.
[There's a pause as the crowd pops with boos for Nytrus, who's still red from yelling.]
Madd Katt: Brandon, I--
[Before the GM could say anything, the crowd pops as "Guerilla Radio" begins to play, signalling the entrance of the still MPW World Heavyweight Champion.]
Bob Herman: Here we go...
Thomas: This thing is bound to erupt now...
[Trey has made his way halfway down the ramp where he stops to sign an autograph of a kid wearing his custom t-shirt. He then climbs the steps and gets in the ring. Standing at the head of the table, he grabs a mic and waits for the music to die down. Once it does so, he speaks.]
Trey: Well ladeeda... What do we have here? Mr. Excuses himself along with his mistress, who I haven't met yet...
[He turns to Nikki and grabs here hand.] Hello, I'm Trey Baxter, and I'm... The MPW World Heavyweight Champion.
[Trey grabs Nikki's hand and kisses it, which drives Brandon out of his seat.]
Trey: Woah, woah, woah, there big boy. Relax. I'm not trying to steal your thunder here. I'm just out here to put some sense into the matter at hand. Brandon, I know you're going to come out here and bitch and complain about how dumb it is that you're not on the front cover. To be honest, I was surprised myself to see that your name wasn't even mentioned on the page. But what's done is done and hey, I'm the hottest ticket on the market right now, baby. And once again, you are a simple no one who got his 15 seconds in the spotlight, but then became a no one, once again.
[Brandon gets out of his seat once more and gets in Trey's face.]
Brandon: That "15 seconds", almost beat you. Admit it, Trey. I almost beat you and you know it. You're too proud to admit it and you're too stupid to realize that what you say you are, is just one big lie that eats away at your insides, but makes your ego bigger than it should be. I didn't care about the title... And you know it. What I cared about, was kicking your ass. Granted, you did win and I applaud you for that. But to come out here and claim that I am still a no one, is pathetic.
Trey: You are still a no one. Because if you weren't, you'd be on the front page. You'd be in the main event all the time. You're still everyone's average no one.
Brandon: I am not.
Madd Katt: Guys...
Trey: Yes, you are.
Madd Katt: Hey...
Brandon: No, I'm not at all!
Madd Katt: Bran--
Trey: Yes you so are.
Madd Katt: Tr--
Brandon: I'm not at all.
Madd Katt: GUYS. WILL YOU BOTH SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN WHEN I SPEAK... JESUS CHRIST YOU BOTH SOUND LIKE TWO LITTLE GIRLS FIGHTING. BRANDON, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP, TREY, BACK THE HELL UP AND CHILL OUT. BOTH OF YOU.
[The outbreak has left the crowd laughing and both Brandon and Trey in utter silence for the time being.]
Madd Katt: I'm sorry... But you two better learn your boundaries here. I'm the GM and what I say goes.
Brandon: Then...
Madd Katt: Brandon, don't push it...
[Brandon shuts up and the crowd laughs again.]
Madd Katt: Now Trey, please, this is Brandon and I's matter to discuss, so may we please discuss this in somewhat privacy...
[He gestures for Trey to leave the ring. He bows towards the GM, sort of a "as you wish, master" bow.]
Madd Katt: Brandon, this needs to be cleared now. You weren't put on the main site because we need to keep up to date. This business is dog eat dog and if we dwell on the past, the fans will get bored. Yes, you took Trey to the limit and there were parts where we all thought you would win. But when Johnny made the challenge... That blew the media up and no one really cared about the match afterwards. I'm not trying to be cruel but it's true.
[Brandon has a smug look on his face and isn't pleased at all. He tries to say something but can't.]
[He conjures up something and interrupts the GM from leaving.]
Brandon: WAIT. I understand now, but question... Let's make this happen one more time. I want one more chance. And this time, I want it to be better than before. I want Trey one more time. No title, no stipulations, just one on one, pinfall or submission. Next week on TNT in the main event. Give me that, if I win, I will make headlines, if I lose... I will leave it alone.
[Madd Katt looks at Trey and smiles.]
Madd Katt: You know what, I like it. It's done. Brandon Nytrus vs. Trey Baxter in the main event of TNT October 18th!
[Trey's stunned and Brandon is left in the ring with a smirk on his face.]
Bob Herman: WOW! What an announcement.
Thomas Simon: What a bang TNT is starting off on!
[The scene fades out watching Brandon and Trey starring each other down, one on the outside (Trey) the other inside (Brandon), as the TNT Theme is playing.]
Bob Herman: it is time to jump back in to X-Core action!
Thomas Simon: Let's head to the ring for the introductions!
X-Core Rules Match
X-Core Qualifier
Ian Andrews vs. Brandon Nytrus
Bob Herman: Nytrus and Trey just EXPLODED in the ring and Nytrus now awaits his opponent.
[Lies Greed Misery by Linkin Park. (Lies Greed Misery By Linkin park hits, 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 the Ring announcer and announces himself. "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."
The two slowly walks down towards the ring, hand in hand, Nytrus eyes locked on. They halt halts at the bottom of the ramp and takes a long look at the arena in front of them before sharing another kiss. He then walks towards the steel steps, slowly taking his time up each step.
Once through the second rope, he holds them open for Nikki to enter, then 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 Nikki joins him in the corner, where they once again kiss, before she leaves the ring]
[The bell rings and they meet up in the center and lock up in the collar and elbow, Nytrus gaining the advantage pushing Andrews back into the corner. Jude Mason starts the five count, Nytrus slowly lets go, seemingly going for a clean break, but as soon as his free stings Ian Andrews with a chop, to a “WHOOO!†from the crowd. Nytrus quickly grabs Andrews by the arm and whips him across the ring and into the turnbuckles, following his opponent and squashing him into the corner with a clothesline. The Hardcore Icon keeps on the attack holding Ian in place against the turnbuckles with his back as he unleashes a barrage of backelbows, as he steps aside Andrews stumbles out of the corner and down on the mat as Nytrus does a muscle pose and winks at Nikki, at ringside]
Thomas Simon: Nytrus is prepared for this one.
[The big man goes back to his rising opponent, dragging Ian Andrews to his feet and sets him up for a suplex, but Ian Andrews manages to shift his weight and dros down behind Nytrus and into a quick roll up]
[...1...Nytrus kicks out sending Andrews up in the air, the Olympian lands on his feet and grabs the rising Brandon Nytrus by the waist slamming him down on the mat with a Belly to Belly side suplex. Both roll to the feet, Nytrus looking furious as he explodes towards Andrews with a clothesline, but Ian Andrews drops to the mat taking the big man down with a droptoehold and goes straight for the side headlock. He keeps a tight grip on Nytrus, who tries to get back up, as he gets to his knees Ian spins around and into the front facelock forcing Brandon back down. Once more Andrews goes into motion rolling down the back of the big man and grabbing the ankle going for an anklelock, but Nytrus turns and kicks him away and he flips out of the ring. Andrews reaches under the apron desperately and pulls out a 2x4 piece of wood. He rushes the ring. He swings towards Nytrus but wood breaks over Nytrus' head and he is unphased.]
[The two square off. Andrews is the first to charge as he launches himself at Brandon with a Lariat, but Nytrus stops him with a big boot to the face, nearly taking Ian Andrews head off as crashes to the mat. Brandon turns around and yells to Nikki, who quickly grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. Nytrus picks it up and turns to face his opponent, but Ian Andrews is up and dropkicks the chair into the face of Nytrus sending him staggering backwards and into the ropes.]
Thomas Simon: Andrews looking to do some good here!
[The Olympian grabs the chair and walks over to the stunned Nytrus landing a hard shot to the head sending the big man out between the roes to the outside. Andrews smirks as he takes a victory lap inside the ring with the chair. On the outside Nikki is at Brandons side crying and screaming for him to rise u. As the big man finally rises blood is running down his face, he wipes his forehead as he shakes his head. Stunned he stares at his hand and the blood on it, his surprise turns into rage as he looks back at Andrews in the ring.]
Bob Herman: if I saw Nytrus behind me I would run for the hills
[Ian sees his opponent has risen and drops the chair as he runs towards the ropes and launches himself over with a crossbody, but Nytrus catches him and throws him u on his shoulder. Nytrus looks around before storming towards the cornerpost, driving Andrew back first into the steel, before slamming him onto the steps. The Olympian slides down the steps and onto the floor as The Hardcore Icon marches over and clears the commentary table and area. He then returns to the stirring Andrews dragging him u and over to the table smashing Andrews head first into it. Blood starts running down Ian Andrews chin as his lip is busted open. Brandon Nytrus rights his opponent up lifts him onto his shoulder before walking over to the guardrail and dropping Andrews chest first over it. Ian Andrews bounces of and down on the floor, but Nytrus quickly grabs him and rolls him onto the table. Swiftly Brandon turns towards the ring and pulls the table closer, while telling Nikki to hold on to Andrews, he then hops up on the apron and looks at the corner. The fans growing rapid as Nytrus climbs the corner and almost falls of and down on Andrews with a splash. Both men a rolling around in the rests of the broken table, both bleeding and semi conscious as the referee checks on them]]
[They both start to rise getting to their knees. Nytrus is up and grabs Andrews going for a heavy right, but Andrews blocks and lands one of his own and one more and another, Ian Andrews explodes with a barrage of wild punches, before grabbing Nytrus by the arm and whipping him into the ring apron.]
[Still a little dizzy Andrews staggers over to Nytrus who stands leaned up against the ring. He grabs the big man and rolls him to the inside and follows, landing a couple of hard stomps to Brandon's midsection. But Nytrus counters landing some brutal elbow shots to the gut of Andrews and setting up for the move himself as he drives Andrews face first into the mat and goes for the cover]
[...1...2...3...ding ding ding, Brandon Nytrus rises and Nikki quickly slides into the ring embracing him and kissing him.]]
Honey Winters: Here is your winner and qualifying for the X-Core title match, Brandon Nytrus!
Bob Herman: A hard fought victory for Nytrus
Thomas Simon: That was an amazing match by both men but Nytrus came out on top
Bob Herman: I bet Nikki will come out on top later OHHH YEAH!
[[Madd Katt is in his office on the phone and takes a double take out of turns around towards the door]]
Madd Katt: I'll call you back Trish.. Well well well. If it isn't the CHAMPION!
[[Trey Baxter comes in to camera as the fans pop in the arena]]
Madd Katt: Welcome to TNT! I hope you like what I've done with the place. I am terribly sorry about our encounter before. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.
Trey Baxter: Mr. Katt it is an absolute honor to meet you and Nytrus will get what he has coming to him next week.
Madd Katt: I absolutely loved that voicemail you played in the ring last week. That was gold! HA HA!
[[They share a laugh and than Trey gives a little cough and Madd Katt turns around. Johnny Clash is on the other side of Madd Katt with a serious look on his face]]
Johnny Clash: Well look who it is! It's the old man, and the shit bag. Both in the same room WOW! It's like Christmas morning!
[[Trey folds his arms and Madd Katt stares at Johnny]]
Johnny Clash: Last time we met in the ring old man I tore you to shreds and I took your old ass out to the curb. I'm here to warn you not to get in my way because I have no problem doing that again.
Madd Katt: Well how about you get this straight bucko. This is MY Show. I am here to run TNT and I plan on doing a damn good job. So how about you stay out of my way because this time if you lay a hand on me not only will you have your ass beat SO hard but your ass will be FIRED.
[[Johnny's smile turns to a frown and the crowd cheers]]
Trey Baxter: Yeah you don't wanna do that now do ya? Unless you don't wanna face me at After Shock?
Johnny Clash: Oh.. I will see you at After Shock Trey. Bet your ass and that title on it. Hope you two enjoy your sword fight.
[[Johnny turns and walks out of the room]]
Madd Katt: See ya Barry!
Thomas Simon: HA HA! That was great I love our new GM!
Bob Herman: You know I worked for that guy for almost 12 years and I will never get sick of him!
Thomas Simon: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for our Main Event of the evening!
Main Event
Singles Match
Apostle Kried vs. Jackson Blaze
[[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.]]
Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring from Bovaria Germany... Apostle Kried!
[[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 turns with his arms still outstretched and walks backwards towards the ring. He pauses about half way to the ring and turns again to face the ring. He hop steps towards the ring and slaps a fans hand before he 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 his opponent. The lights in the arena fade to black. The sound of Motley Crue's "Wild Side" slowly begin to echo through the air. "The Bastard" Jackson Blaze slowly makes his way from the back, out onto the top of the entrance ramp with a dim spotlight on him. ]]
Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring from Las Vegas Nevada... Jackson Blaze!
[[Stopping, he slowly turns his head from right to left scanning the crowd. His arms shoot outward at his side, into a crucifix type pose as the words "The Bastard" appear on the giant screen behind him in flaming text. Blaze starts a quick run down the ramp towards the ring where he quickly slides in under the bottom rope.]]
Thomas Simon: it looks like these guys are ready to throw down!
Bob Herman: Jackson always looks ready to go! Kried looks very focused tonight as well.
Thomas Simon: Well let's do it!
[[The bell rings and the two men stay in their corners as the ref backs up. They stare at each other and finally start circling the ring. The fans come alive as Kried fires them up. Jackson flips Kried off and mouths off to him. Kried rushes him and drops him to the mat with a shoulder block. He stands over Jackson and Jackson's eyes light up. Kried backs up and tells Jackson to stand up]]
Thomas Simon: Kried using his strength to show Jackson not to mess with him!
[[Jackson stands up and mouths off to the referee. Kried calls him to the middle of the ring and puts his hand in the air for a test of strength. Jackson lifts his hand up but than cheap shots Kried with a kick to the stomach. Kried hunches over and Jackson punches him in the face. Kried holds his hose and stumbles back. The referee yells at Jackson for the closed fist and Jackson shrugs him off. He walks to Kried and kicks him again. He takes the head of Kried and throws him in to the corner turnbuckle. Jackson keeps Kried in the corner and begins kicking him. Kried goes down to the mat as Jackson continues stomping in him. Kried holds on to the ropes and the referee pulls Jackson off after a 4 count]]
Bob Herman: Jackson Blaze is just taking it hard to Kried right now
Thomas Simon: He looks like a bent paper clip out there
[[Kried uses the ropes to get up and clings on in the corner. Jackson rushes towards him but Kried catches him and slams him down with one arm. The crowd comes alive as Kried holds his ribs. Jackson gets back on his feet and throws punches in the Krieds direction but it appears they have absolutely no affect. Kried stands there and screams in Jackson's face. He than clotheslines Jackson down hard. He crouches down and waits for Jackson to get up. Jackson stands and turns around as Kried grabs him and hits a T-Bone suplex.]]
Bob Herman: that's a pure power move by Apostle Kried
Thomas Simon: This is wrestling right here folks!
[[Kried takes Blaze by the hair and picks him up. He throws a forearm at him and than takes Jackson up in to a vertical position. He holds Jackson there a few seconds letting the blood rush to his head. He than drops Jackson down with the suplex connecting. Kried goes for the pin]]
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