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The arena explodes in a crescendo of noise and light
as pyrotechnics roll down from the ceiling, exploding along the ramp way
and lighting up the ring. Excitable fans are on their feet, expecting
another jam packed MCW Mayhem and all around the arena hand made banners
are held high reading Jacob don't Leave, and Why did you Sell?. Having
focused on their excited faces, the camera then rests on the announce team
of Mike Sweeny and Steven Brody! Sweeny: Yeah, Motor City Champion Glory Braddock
faces Dante, the first time ever to my knowledge that these two have
battled one on one, and it will be a street fight, the winner becomes
world heavyweight champion.
And you can thank Matt Alan for booking that
one. Brody: Indeed you can, and tonight may be a preview
of that because Dante teams with Firm front man Jonas Griffin to face off
against Glory Braddock and Brittany Lohan in a Tornado Tag Team Match
tonight. Sweeny: I honestly don’t know how either team can
co-exist, Brody. This will be
complete and utter chaos from start to finish, I assure
you. Brody: Also tonight we welcome the superstars of UCWF
as we kick off the MCW vs. UCWF tournament! Sweeny: Speak for yourself, Brody. I don’t welcome them. I hope they get their asses handed
to them. Brody: That’s not very polite,
Mike. Sweeny: Who cares about being polite? THIS IS WAR! Brody: *sigh* Lets send it to down to Ben Watson for
the opening contest in our tournament. (We cut to see Ben Watson standing in the center of
the ring.) Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen the following
contest is a quarter final contest in the MCW vs. UCWF Tournament. Introducing first, from
Seven Sins cues up and Liilith walks out when the chorus kicks in, putting her arms up in the air. She carries a chair to the ring setting it up on the outside stepping up on it before lowering to her knees giving a blessing before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Ben
Watson: And her opponent from As her music plays she appears, dressed in all black leather with a whip in her hand. She cracks it a few times as she walks down to the ring. As the fans boo her it never fazes her as she keeps her head held high, tossing her long dark hair from side to side. She knows she is one of the most hatred women in the sport and she lets it be known she likes it that way. At ringside, she raises her hands to the crowd and flips them all off before sliping into the ring. The two ladies waste no time in locking up with one another. Being a bit more superior in terms of mat wrestling, Kirsta is able to use a quick go behind before taking Lilith down to the mat. Lilith finds herself trapped in the middle of the ring. Kirsta spins around into a hammerlock, bridging it over. Lilith quickly puts her leg onto the bottom rope, breaking the hold. Lewis lets it go before rolling to her feet. Lilith looks a bit frustrated already. Lewis glares at her opponent with a certain disdain before the two lock up once again. Lilith stomps on Kirsta's foot and grabs her by the wrist, putting her into a wristlock. She wrenches away at it but Lewis is able to spin out of it and reverse the situation. Lilith has a pained look on her face, trying to figure out how to get out of this. Brody: This is what wrestling is all about, two athletes competing for pride and honor. Sweeny: Well yeah, except for the fact that they are women, because women are obviously inferior to men. Brody: ……you DO realize that Kirsta and Lilith both will watch the replay of this match, right? With
the wristlock still intact, Lilith kicks at the ribs of Kirsta. The first
one staggers her and the second causes the hold to be released. Lewis
staggers backwards to get a dropkick. She falls back into the corner now,
Lilith running into the corner with another dropkick. Lewis goes forward
now into a DDT. The crowd cheers, Lilith already going for a
cover. Brody: Two count only for Lilith. Sweeny: If she were a man Lilith would’ve won already. But I can’t fault her tiny female mind for not being able to figure out how to win. Brody: Seriously, Mike, shut up before you get us both into trouble. Lilith pulls up Kirsta but gets pushed back. The two women start laying in on the stiff forearms to the face. Lilith throws a little more power into one of them, forcing Lewis to stop and hold the side of her head. Lilith keeps on the attack, hitting a couple of more before lifting up Lewis for a suplex. Lewis drops down out of the move and waits for Lilith to turn around. Once this happens, Lewis kicks Lilith in the stomach and puts her in a front face lock. Blocking whatever move attempt, Lilith runs full bore into the corner, forcing Lewis to release the hold. Lilith stays with it as she rams her shoulder into the midsection into Lewis a couple of times for good measure. Brody: What aggression from Lilith Evans here. Sweeny: I’m aggressive. In the bedroom. Just ask Kirsta. Brody: I just might. Sweeny: ….please don’t. Lilith backs out of the corner as Lewis holds her ribs, inhaling a little harder then she should already. Lilith kicks her in the stomach again as she follows that up with a knee to the midsection. Lewis staggers back into the ropes before walking forward again. Lilith rears back for a superkick but Lewis ducks out of the way. Lilith turns around into a straight kick to the side of the head. She is barely standing as Lewis leaps up and snaps off a hurricanrana. Lewis gets back up to her feet, holding her ribs as Lilith is on a knee. Throwing her arm out into the air, Lewis runs towards Lilith, looking for a shining wizard. Lilith ducks out of the way as Lewis connects chest first into the nearest corner. Lilith pops up to her feet and grabs the head of Lewis and throws her overhead with a german suplex! Brody: What a German suplex! Sweeny: That had to hurt her pretty little head. At least there’s not much inside it. Brody: I just want to remind everyone that Mike here only speaks for himself. night
looks completely out of it as Lilith grins, going for a
cover. Brody: I think Kirsta wants to end this soon, Mike. Sweeny: She’d better. I’m sure she has some male friends to meet up with. Lewis
lifts Lilith onto her shoulders and quickly turns into a death valley
driver. Lewis doesn't cover but instead lifts Lilith back off the mat and
spins her around before gripping her waist, lifting her up and hitting a
backdrop driver. Lilith is dumped on her neck as she holds onto it. Lewis
rolls her over, covering and hooking a
leg. Kirsta heads up top and connects with the Cat Splash for the cover. 1… 2… …3! DING! DING! DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, KIRSTA LEWIS!!!!!!!!! Brody: And Kirsta picks up the first win in this tournament. Sweeny: Lilith let MCW down. I told you women are inferior creatures. Brody: Seriously, Sweeny, do you have a death wish or something? Sweeny: No, I’m just calling it like I see it. Their breasts take away from their ability to think. ********** We open in the dressing room of Jay and Lance of
Southern Blood, the now former MCW World Tag Team Champions. They are none too happy about the
outcome of Mayhem two weeks ago as their current demeanor
shows. Jay: I can’t believe that damn
referee! Jay smacks the wall. Lance, who is a bit calmer, just
nods. Lance: Yeah, we got screwed. We got screwed big
time. Jay: You hit the move, that idiot Starxxxx just got
lucky and got a shoulder up. Lance shakes his head. Lance: I can’t believe Matt Alan would let this kind
of crap stand. Maybe he isn’t
on our side after all. Jay: Well I’m certainly not going to let this go lying
down. I’m going to go and
find him and get some answers. Jay storms out of his dressing room, obviously in
search of Matt Alan. ********** COMMERCIAL BREAK:
---MCW Purgatory DVD ---Dante Action Figure ---The Great Ba-Boo Action Figure, with HIP ACTION! ---MCW: The Board Game! ********** Scene cuts to backstage, in particular the lower
reaches of the arena. The camera pans to behind one of the superstars,
some might say, THE superstar of MCW, Dante. He turns, an air of absolute
menace on his face, his eyes literally burning a hole in anyone who dare
look down the TV screen at him Dante: They say, the monster in finished, the monsters
has had his day. After losing the Blood-lust title, I have lost my air of
dominance, and I am a fading force. Just because last week I didn't show
for my match with a nobody, suddenly I am not the most feared wrestler on
this roster...people have short memories, but perhaps it is time to remind
people. He reaches behind him, and picks up a knife, running
it along the palm of his hand and drawing blood, yet showing no sign of
pain Dante: The Blood-lust title was merely a trinket,
something that I had because the powers that be wanted to hold me back.
“Give him the Blood-lust, and he won't trouble the world champions, he
will leave them alone and we will make tons of money”. That was the
ideology of Eric Sailes until he realised that I couldn’t be tamed.
Then, they put me in a match, knowing full well that I
wasn't cleared to compete, and was threatened with suspension if I
showed...trying to discredit me with a loss to a complete unknown...a
complete unknown who the last we saw was hanging from a tree, because I
put him there. And now, Glory Braddock and Brittany Lohan think that they
can stop me in my tracks, and that Jonas and I won't easily dispose of
them this evening...simply because we cannot
co-exist. He looks at the blood trickling down his head and he
raises it to his face, smearing it all over him Dante: The facts of this matter are simple, tonight,
against Glory Braddock and Brittany Lohan, I am going to make a statement
far greater than any filmed promotion could. I am going to make it
perfectly clear what my intentions are, and how Deadly Grounds is going to
end. Therefore, tonight Glory, consider it lucky that I need you at the
PPV, because otherwise you wouldn't, you survive tonight simply because I
choose it to happen, and not because of any survival instinct you might
have. Dante holds the knife to his throat, so the point is
digging into his skin. As he speaks, he brings the knife down, ever so
slowly, a river of blood following it Dante: But, back to you Glory, just because I want you
to survive to Deadly Grounds, that doesn’t mean that I don't want to see
you suffer, so I hope you boyfriend is listening right now, because this
is for him. You see, it's blatantly obvious to me, and everyone watching
that Glory has the bigger dick, so Randal, on the very next Mayhem I want
to show Glory precisely how worthless you are. You see, although I
couldn't give a fuck about your title win, it does grate on me that the
record books show that someone like you managed to get a victory over me,
however tainted. Therefore, on the very next Mayhem, just two weeks
removed from Deadly Grounds, I challenge you to a match, a match where
none of us can escape, and no one can interfere. On the 30th August I
challenge you to a Steel Cage Match, where I will put any doubts you have
firmly in place. I'll show the world precisely what I think of you, and
anyone else on this roster who dares get in my business, whilst at the
time, leave Glory in no doubt what waits for her when we face off for the
World Heavyweight Championship. I'm through fucking around with you
all...now, you'll see precisely what the Dark Assassin is all about. And
when all is said and done, and I am the World Champion of this place,
you'll all have to realise one thing, it was all your fault in the first
place. And as the body count mounts up, as I decimate you all, don;'t come
bitching to me, you ALL contributed to this...you all made this happen.
The Assassin is coming for each and everyone of you, from the very bottom,
to this new jackass at the top. The MCW is my plaything, and the worse
thing of all, NONE of you can stop me He brings the knife from his neck and smashes it into
one of the pipes, steaming immediately coming from the gap. He walks out
of shot, his laugh echoing from the walls ********** Brody: We are back and we are set to continue with our tournament! Sweeny: Kirsta and Lilith had quite a contest, now lets see if Herrera and Weapon can follow that up. Brody: MCW needs a win, that’s for sure. (We cut to Ben Watson in the ring.) Ben Watson : Introducing first, hailing from
Bother to You by Feff hits as spotlights start to hover from left to right on the entrance ramp. At the 0:22 mark, the spotlights meet in the center as a pyro explosion hits. From the curtains, we are greeted with the presence of Eric Herrera and Veronica Rodriguez. Eric is led by her with a chain wrapped around his wrist, the chain extending three feet apart. They both stand at the middle and raise their baseball bats in unison forming a triangle, another pyro explosion rises. They then walk down the middle of the ramp not even bothering to look at the surrounding crowd. Once they reach the end of the ramp, Vero unlocks the chain and whispers some advice into his ear prior to his ring entry. He then warms up doing stretches with the ropes awaiting his opponent. Ben
Watson: And his opponent, from The lights begin to dim to the aura of complete silence before an electronic sound begins to echo out to the fans, a single green strobe light searches throughout the arena followed by another and another and another as the opening lyrics of "Kick in the teeth" by Papa roach begin to filter out. It reaches the chorus and as the song gets louder a huge explosion of sparks from one end of the stage to the other causes the lights to return as the legend of all legends, Lethal Weapon steps out looking fitter and in better shape then ever. The two men finally break their stand off as they as tie up in to a collar and neck bone. They jockey for control for a few second, but Weapon finally uses his extra weight to take Herrera down in to a side headlock. Herrera not liking the situation he has found himself in, reaches behind Weapon’s back, and starts clubbing him on the right side with a couple of blows. Weapon releases the hold and moves away from the masked man holding his right side favorably. Brody: Is that an injury I sense? Sweeny: Maybe so, if he did that’s bad news for Lethal Weapon. Weapon falls silent for a moment and takes a short step back before unleashing an European Uppercut that rocks Herrera. The blow lacked the normal force behind it, but it was still effective in knocking the young man down a peg. Herrera rights himself and immediately glares at Weapon as if he was enraged by the blow. Herrera lunges forward, looking for something, but instead catches an arm drag taking him down to the mat. Brody: What an arm drag. Sweeny: And down goes Herrera. Weapon pulls himself back together and manages to kick Herrera in the gut before he’s able to get back up to his feet. Herrera manages to get back to his feet, but he’s rocked by a right hand of Weapon’s. Herrera tries to build some offense by running at Weapon, but Weapon just side steps him, sending him in to the ropes. Herrera bounces off and comes back at Weapon full stride. Weapon drops down, telegraphing a back body drop, but Herrera leaps over him showing off his jumping ability. Herrera hit’s the ropes on the other side, and he comes off them and takes Weapon down with a shoulder tackle. Herrera doesn’t let Weapon get to his feet, as he locks the injured man in to a body scissors hold. Weapon tries to get to his feet despite the pain, but Herrera keeps him in check by breaking the hold just enough to drive his leg in to the injured abdomen. Brody: Herrera is focusing on that abdomen. Sweeny: Its smart wrestling, Brody. Weapon finally manages to make it to feet giving him back his vertical base, but also nearly putting Herrera in a pinning predicament. Which is only narrowly avoided by Herrera breaking the hold. Herrera rolls to his feet and immediately grabs Weapon’s arm and attempts to whip him in to the ropes, but Weapon manages to counter it in to an arm wringer. Weapon really cranks on Herrera’s arm causing the young man to yell out in pain. Even though his mind is clouded with the pain he zeroes in on Weapon’s abdomen. However, Weapon doesn’t let him execute as he yanks on Herrera’s arm trying to pull the young man’s shoulder out of it’s socket. Even though the move hurt Herrera the backlash of the jolt reverberated through Weapon’s abdomen making him wince in pain as well. Brody: Herrera got hurt there, Mike. Sweeny: But so did Weapon. Herrera uses the break in Weapon’s concentration to pull him over to the turnbuckles and starts to climb up to the top. Even though it is putting more strain on his own shoulder. Herrera jumps off the turnbuckle swinging his feet towards the opening between the top and middle rope aiming for Weapon’s abdomen. Weapon having a feeling of what is coming releases Herrera’s arm and moves out of the way. However, instead kicking through the ropes Herrera lands on the middle one as he grabs on to the top one to steady himself. From there he steps back on to the top rope and waits for Weapon to turn around. The moment that he does he launches himself from the top rope taking Weapon down with a spear! Herrera doesn’t bat an eye lash and goes straight for the cover! 1… 2… …..3NO! Brody: Ooooh so close! Sweeny: I can’t believe it! Eric Herrera nearly put him away with a spear! Herrera slams his fist down on to the mat in frustration and then tries to get back to his vertical base, but Weapon takes his feet out from under him with a drop toe hold. Weapon quickly rolls Herrera on to his back while picking up the both of his legs. Weapon steps through and it looks like he’s planning on locking Herrera in to a Texas Cloverleaf. However, as he bends down to lift Herrera to turn him over, Herrera sucker punches him in the abdomen causing him to loosen the hold a little bit. Which allows Herrera to reach up and grab him by the head pulling him down in to an inside cradle! 1… 2… …3NO! Brody: An inside cradle nearly pulled off the upset! Sweeny: How embarrassing that would’ve been? The two of them quickly scramble to their feet after the pin attempt and turn around to face one another. The two pause for a moment to glare at one another as the crowd comes alive chanting “This is awesome!” Herrera lets out a deep breath, trying to regain some of his composure as the two of them being to circle the ring again. Weapon heavily favoring his right side now, but still looking confident and focused at the same time. The two of them come to a halt in the center of the ring, as they both start firing off right hands in to each other! The referee gets in between them and breaks it up, but they don’t stay apart from long as they clash again, but this time with another collar and elbow tip up. This time around it’s Herrera with advantage taking Weapon down in to a side head lock. Weapon tries to push him off, but Herrera refuses to let go as he clamps down tighter. Herrera finally takes Weapon down with a side headlock take down. Brody: Herrera has impressed me tonight, Mike, by keeping Weapon pretty much grounded. Sweeny: Yeah, I would’ve expected a lot of fast and furious action but no, he kept Lethal Weapon grounded and I am needless to say shocked by it all. Herrera raises his right hand in to the air and goes to bring it down on to Weapon’s abdomen, but Weapon blocks it with his legs trapping it. Weapon uses the next position to negotiate Herrera in to a pinning position! Brody: And Herrera gets caught with a taste of his own medicine! Sweeny: An inside cradle by Lethal Weapon just goes to show you how much danger Weapon is in right now. 1… 2… …3NO! After kicking his legs to gaining enough momentum to kick out of the pinning predicament they land right back into their original position. Herrera shakes his head “no” and he tells Weapon to try again. Weapon raises his right hand up and starts grabbing at Herrera’s face. He manages to pulls Herrera’s head back to where he was able to lift his leg trapping his head. Weapon tries to trap Herrera with a head scissors, but Herrera releases his hold and then rolls up to his feet not giving Weapon the chance to trap him. They both make it up their feet and Weapon grabs Herrera whipping him in to the near side turnbuckle with authority. Herrera slams spine first against the turnbuckle and slumps down as he’s propped up by the top rope. Weapon closes the gap of distance quickly as Herrera is still stunned in the corner. Weapon tees off with a full force knife edged chop that echoes throughout the arena! Weapon goes for a high impact spear but Herrera moves out of the way, sending Weapon into the steel turnbuckle. Herrera then delivers Downward Spiral! He goes into the cover! 1… 2… …3! DING! DING! DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, ERIC HERRERA!!!!!!!!!! Brody: He did it! Eric beat Lethal Weapon! Sweeny: Whaaaaat?! How did that happen?! Brody: Who cares? MCW has now even the score. ********** We cut back to the office of MCW General Manager Matt
Alan. He sits back in his chair at his desk. His peace and calm is interrupted
when Jay Williams of Southern Blood comes storming
in. Jay: Matt!
We gotta talk! Matt quickly sits up and forces a pleasant, but
probably faked, grin on his face. Matt: Yes? Jay: Lance and I got SCREWED two weeks ago on Mayhem
and you know it! YOU KNOW
IT! Matt sighs and nods his head. Matt: I agree. Jay: I don’t care if you…..wait, you
agree? Matt: I do. Matt gets up and approaches Jay. He wraps an arm around his
shoulder. Matt: Jay, you and Lance aren’t the future of tag team
wrestling here in MCW, you already ARE tag team wrestling here in
MCW. You are rightfully the
world tag team champions, you and I both know it. Jay nods his head in agreement. Jay: I’m glad someone in this company can see
that. Matt: And I intend to do something about the injustice
done two weeks ago. You see,
at Deadly Conflicts, you will get your rematch for the world tag team
titles, and this time there will be a clear winner……..because you will
face Black Hollywood in a ladder match. How does that sound to
you? Jay grins, nodding his head. Jay: It sounds great, thank you Mr.
Alan. Matt: No, thank you Jay for representing MCW
honorably. ********** “A championship vacant,” (We see images of Matt Alan at Deliverance hoisting
the title high over his head.) “One man on a path of
destruction,” (We see Dante choke slamming the likes of Isaac
Reynolds, Eric Sailes, and others.) “One champion looking to fulfill her
destiny,” (We see Glory Braddock defeating Brittany Lohan at
Deliverance.) “Only one will walk away with the World Heavyweight
title!” “MCW Deadly Conflicts, where on ANY GIVEN NIGHT any
superstar could become a legend and a champion!” ********** Ben Watson: the following contest is a UCWF vs. MCW tournament match. Introducing first, representing UCWF, KAMEN!!!!!!!!!!! As Pistolero starts to play around the arena, Kamen swaggers out from the entrance way and throws his hands upward, pointing into the sky. He non-chalantly walks toward the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way, before diving between the bottom and middle ropes, and forward rolling into the ring, before dropping to one knee and holding both hands out as he is introduces. Ben
Watson: Ben Watson : And his opponent,
hailing from
"GO AHEAD... SILENCE ME..."
The lights dim down, as the sound of a beating heart is heard from the speakers. Slowly, the arena is bathed in an eerie red light, as the deep, dark piano of Morning Star starts to play.
"Silence Me..."
The video tron flickers to life, showing a rose, blooming, but quickly withering and dying, followed by a black screen, with the words, "Silence" written across it.
"Silence Me..."
A single flame ignites on the stage, growing quickly, with each passing second, until it becomes a massive bonfire that almost engulfs the entire stage. It quickly dies down, to reveal Silencer standing amongst the flames. The video tron quickly changes to a scene of Simon bashing his head against a mirror, and the shards showing a distorted version of Silencer's face.
Morning star One breath away from everything she's always known Morning star With one last kiss she left the world alone tonight And in her eyes I saw the lust to kill again And in her touch I knew just how it all would end
Slowly, he walks down to the ring, keeping his eyes focused on it. His face, without expression, and his eyes cold, and seemingly dead. He reaches the ring, and slowly climbs up on the apron, before closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. He opens them, quickly, and jumps up to the top rope, before spring boarding off, toward the center of the ring, his body almost completely rigid, and his arms outstretched, while his body flips backwards, and he lands on his feet.
"Silence Me..."
He closes his eyes again, while the lights return to normal, and he clenches his fists tightly. He does not move, he just waits for the match to begin. Cagero clambers to his feet and tries to shake himself out. He stares at Kamen as he calls to him to bring it again. Cagero narrows his eyes and charges at Kamen and the pair lock up all over again. There is brief struggle and for a moment it looks like Cagero has the upper hand, but the advantage is short lived. This time Kamen swivels his hips driving his hip into the gut of Cagero before shoving him to the ground again. Cagero is red faced again as Kamen just struts around the ring like he owns it. He drags himself to his feet and shouts over at Kamen who just ignores him. Cagero forces another lock up and this time instantly locks Kamen's arm into a hammerlock, twisting his right arm up behind his back. Kamen doesn't let the rookie keep the advantage for too long. Slapping his shoulder joint, Kamen twists back under his arm so he is facing Cagero. With his free arm he takes jabs at Cagero, smacking him in the face like a kid. Cagero finally gets tired and drops Kamen's other arm and looks to wrestle him to the ground. Kamen sees him coming and side steps him. Cagero hits the ropes but as he comes back Kamen is right in his face and cracks him in the mouth with a back elbow. Cagero staggers backwards and Kamen follows up with a clothesline taking him to the mat Brody: Down goes The Silencer. Sweeny: Dare I say that he’s been…..silenced? Brody: Nice one liner, Sweeny. Cagero gets up for a third time and just stomps right over to Kamen. Without hesitation, he rears back balling his hand into a fist and swings it forward, smacking it right into Kamen's face as the crowd gasp. Brody: What a shot from Simon Cagero! Sweeny: That sure did silence Kamen. Brody: How many more of those one liners do you have, Mike? Sweeny: Plenty. Kamen's face darkens as he turns slowly to look at Cagero before exploding forward and head butting him right between the eyes. Cagero is stunned and steps backwards as Kamen moves in on him hooking his head under his arm. Cagero fights him as he tries to over power him. Finally Cagero pumps his legs and drives Kamen into the turnbuckle. This breaks Kamen's hold on Cagero and then Cagero backs away several steps still seeing stars in his eyes from the head butt. Brody: That head butt probably hurt both men. Sweeny: Both are silenced. Brody: Ok, Mike, now its just getting lame. Kamen
charges Cagero looking for a clothesline but Cagero ducks. Kamen spins
round and is caught in the stomach with a boot from Cagero. As he doubles
over, Cagero grabs Kamen's head and rushes the turnbuckle. He deftly
scales up each one like a step before reaching the top and flipping over.
His momentum carries him over and he drives the back of Kamen's head into
the mat. Cagero covers Kamen
and the referee slides into place for the
count. Brody: 2 count only before Kamen kicks out. Sweeny: Its way too early to put Kamen away. Cagero gets to his feet and starts to stomp all over Kamen, before reaching down and pulling him to his feet. Kamen however, powers out of Cagero's grip and cracks him in the face with a right hook. Cagero is shaken and Kamen steps in, latching on a head lock. Cagero tries to shove Kamen's arm off his head and neck but it is no use, he is locked on there. Cagero claws at his arm trying to get some breathing room, but Kamen just takes his free hand and starts punching Cagero in the face. The referee steps him and scolds him for the use of the closed fist, so in response Kamen releases the head lock and just takes Cagero down with a side suplex. He tries to hook the leg for the pin. 1..... Brody: Kickout by Simon Cagero. Sweeny: Still too early. Kamen stands and pulls the smaller man to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and drives a big boot though his face as he comes back. Cagero slumps to the mat like a sack of bricks and Kamen just go back to work on that neck by locking on the triangle choke. Cagero is reaching for the ropes but Kamen doesn't let him move. He is about a foot away from the bottom rope with no way to get any closer. The referee is in his face asking if he wants to quit but Cagero just ignores him. After a minute or so, the crowd starts to clap slowly in unison. Clearly behind Cagero and willing him to the ropes. Brody: Can Simon Cagero make it to the ropes or….. Sweeny: ….or will he be silenced for good? Brody: I was going to say ‘or will Kamen put him out’ but that works too. Slowly.... Ever so slowly Cagero makes a move towards the
ropes. He barely moves an inch and the crowd grows louder with their
claps, the sound coming faster. Cagero feeds off this energy and drags
Kamen closer to the ropes. Kamen tries to stop him, but after one more
move he is by the ropes and grabs the bottom one as the crowd erupts. Cagero is hugging the bottom rope,
his face bright red as he coughs and sputters everywhere. Kamen is pacing
the ring like a caged animal, a low growl in his throat. Clearly any
amusement this match had has quickly drifted away. Instead he just wants
it over with. His impatience bolling over, he walks over to Cagero who is
still coughing his guts out. Kamen pulls him to his feet and turns Cagero
to face him, but the minute he does, Cagero slams his head across the
Brody: Nice headbutt from Cagero! Sweeny: Kamen’s nose is splattered! Kamen staggers backwards, hands flying to his face as Cagero takes a moment to recover some more. Kamen snarls and reaches out for Cagero but just gets a knee in his gut for his troubles. Kamen moves away from Cagero but Cagero stalks him, clubbing him in the back of the head with a forearm. Kamen tries to shake it off but Cagero grabs his head and turns Kamen round. As soon as he does, Kamen drives a knee into Simon’s gut. Kamen sees his opportunity and grabs Simon by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes. Cagero is wise to this game, having eaten a big boot the last time he hit the ropes and so grabs the top rope and stops his momentum. Pleased with himself, Cagero smirks at Kamen who just charges at Simon and launches himself at him like a missile. The two collide and Kamen's momentum carries them both up over the top rope and to the floor below in a mess of limbs. Brody: What an athletic maneuver from Kamen! Sweeny: Who knew he had it in him? Sure enough Simon took the hardest hit and is laying flat out on his back now. Kamen climbs off his opponent but just falls to his side and is soon laid out next to him on the floor. With no other choice the referee just starts to count the two wrestlers out. 1! 5! 6! As soon as Simon slides under the bottom rope Kamen is right there stomping on his head and kicking him. Cagero tries to cover up but it is no use, Kamen is relentless. He finally stops and pulls Simon up and sets him up against the ropes. Kamen rears back and smacks Simon across the chest with a harsh knife edged chop. The skin on skin contact echoes throughout the arena as the crowd yell “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Kamen rears back again and smacks the rookie so hard he manages to draw a little blood. Kamen whips him into the ropes but lowers his head too early and then Simon kicks him in the gut. Cagero then delivers Break the Silence! He goes into the cover! 1… 2… …3! DING! DING! DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, SIMON CAGERO!!!!!!!!!!! Brody: And Kamen has been beaten by MCW’s Simon Cagero! Sweeny: You know what this means, Brody? MCW is up two to one! Brody: Indeed. Kirsta of UCWF has advanced as has Eric Herrera and Simon Cagero of MCW. ********** “Why the hell did you book that
match?!” This is the rather upset voice of Jennifer Alan, the
sister of acting MCW Owner Matt Alan. The two are engaged in a back and
forth argument in Matt’s office. Matt: I told you, Jennifer, its good for
business. The people love
ladder matches. Jennifer rolls her eyes. Jennifer: They’re overdone. Any Given Night was more unique
and creative and yet you ripped that off too. Besides, we both know why you
booked the match. Matt sighs and then simply nods his
head. Matt: Fine.
Fine, I admit it….Southern Blood make better tag team champions and
better representatives for MCW than Black Hollywood. Jennifer: On what grounds?! Matt shrugs his shoulders. Matt: Do I need any? I am the acting owner, my word is
law. I have nothing against
Mr. Starxxxx or Mr. Briggs, I am sure they are pleasant gentlemen, but
they just aren’t the kind of champions I want representing me and my
company. Jennifer: It isn’t your company,
Matt. Matt grins evilly. Matt: It is now, dear sister, and if I have anything
to say about it, Jay and Lance will be three time MCW World Tag Team
Champions. ********** [The Tron starts flashing like an old projector is trying to kick on. The screen turns black and is filled with white speckles of film grain as a shrill voice can be heard throughout the ringside area.]
"In times of disorder and distress, when people are looking over their shoulders... they look for false prophets..."
[Visions of Nic Cagero, Rayne Young, and Priest flood the screen as the sounds of popping and crackling can be heard as if it were old video footage.]
"They look for false promises... false hopes"
[A picture of former GM Duke Lagoon fades in slowly, followed by one of Jacob Laymon.]
"But they don't look to the one true Savior... the one who will deliver them from the adversities of this world..."
[Flashes of wars and riots replace the faces of the former power that was in MCW, burning buildings explosions, total chaos happening as people loot stores, and beat each other with blunt objects.]
"At the epoch, the judgment is upon us, a deadly conflict, pure and utter mayhem is at hand, and when you are delivered from this world, you will embrace a new one...full of sensations both glorious and vivid... a world of pleasures... "
[The scene switches from that of chaos to a montage of that of calmness, a still ocean, the Garden of Eden, all of a sudden a great fire sweeps the peacful garden, and a man standing with his back towards the camera framecan be seen, the flames of the fire around him growing brighter and brighter, until finally a large flash consumes the darkness of the arena and the lights are restored.]
"A world of Payne." ********** Brody: A world of payne? Sweeny: That sounds painful. Brody: …..I won’t even dignify that with a response. Lets just send it on up to Ben Watson for our fourth and final quarter final match in the UCWF vs. MCW tournament. (We cut to Ben Watson in the ring.) Ben
Watson: Ladies and gentlemen
the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from All of
a sudden the PA system comes alive with music, the sounds of Sound of
Madness by Shinedown can be heard pulsing through every speaker in the
arena. Ben Watson: And his opponent, from the city that never sleeps, weighing in at 215 pounds, RICHARD FAIRPLAY!!!!!!!!!!! The
Voice of 'Rowdy Roddy Piper' sounds over the music system. The
jam-packed crowd buzzes with anticipation as Richard Fairplay and Jackson
Adams circle each other in the ring. Fairplay reaches in slowly a couple
of times for a takedown, but the larger Brody: Nice chain wrestling here in the early goings of this contest, Mike. Sweeny: I hate chain wrestling. I want to see them brawl. Richard
plants a stiff elbow into Brody:
Looks like he’s going for a Sweeny: Oh come on! You can’t lock in that kind of hold this early!
Brody: Oooooh he barely avoided that. Sweeny: Yeah, if he had hit that Tiger Driver it would’ve been over. Brody: Nice submission here by Fairplay. Sweeny:
I can’t picture Brody: Stranger things have happened. Brody: Rapid fire punching and striking from Richard Fairplay! Sweeny:
And Fairplay plants a hard right to Brody: There it is! He’s got another submission locked in and its locked in dead center! Sweeny: Can he make it to the ropes? I think he can. Brody: He’s going to tap….. Sweeny: Surely not! Brody: He is oh so close, Mike! Sweeny: Those ropes are his salvation, he knows it!
….NO! (Jackson and Richard eventually fight to the outside, they continue brawling outside the referee counts them out.) DING! DING! DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has counted both men out, we have a draw! Brody: We have a draw folks. Sweeny: We do?! Now what?! Brody: That’s a real good question. ********** ---Mark your calendars for MCW’s next pay per view offering, DEADLY CONFLICTS!
---MCW Deliverance pay per view: out on DVD and Blue
Ray! ---Glory Braddock’s Brownie Recipe, on sale now! ********** We cut to the refreshments area where Ryan Foxworthy
is getting himself a cup of coffee, one last cup before his match tonight
against The Great Ba-Boo.
Foxworthy looks unafraid and confident of his chances, despite the
fact that he is currently on a losing streak here in MCW and that tonight
may be his last night if things don’t turn around. Speaking of turning around, Ryan feels someone
tapping him on his shoulder.
He turns around and immediately his look of confidence is
shattered when he spies
Thomas Dillinger standing there. Foxworthy: Dillinger, I…. Dillinger: Save it. I’m not here to talk for any
length of time and I’m certainly not here to exchange pleasantries. I am here to just remind you as to
what is at stake. He holds up one finger. Dillinger: Number one, your position in The Firm is
at stake. Now that may not be
safe even with a decisive win over The Great Ba-Boo, because I’m already
on the lookout for new talent and a possible replacement if you are unable
to impress me. He holds up a second finger. Dillinger: And number two, your JOB is at
stake. Matt Alan is my close
personal friend and he has already assured me that if you do not win
tonight, you will be fired on the spot. So for your sake, Ryan you had
better win. Thomas Dillinger walks off. Once he is gone Ryan throws the
cup off coffee off to the side and yells with rage. Foxworthy: Damnit! How could things get any
worse?! “Ba-Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Ryan turns around and spies the seven foot monster
known as The Great Ba-Boo standing there with a lopsided grin and a
lustful gaze in his eyes. “Ba-Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” (Translation: Do not worry about Dillinger, my hunky
he-man of the sack! After we
are through I will make you scream my name in
ecstasy!) Foxworthy: I have no idea what you just said…..but
I’m getting out of here…. Foxworthy slowly backs away from
Ba-Boo. ********** “Whooooo!” Where does this ‘whooo’ come from you ask? No, not from a legendary
North Carolinian, but rather from the excited voice of acting GDW Owner
Matt Alan. He is seated at
his desk, staring at a television monitor a few feet away. A wide grin is etched across his
face. He is so happy he doesn’t even notice when his sister
Jennifer enters the room. She
looks at him and then looks at the monitor, which is currently showing
replays of tonight’s UCWF/MCW tournament action. She cocks her head to one side and
frowns. Jennifer: What are you so happy
about? Matt: Jennifer, I did it! Jennifer: Did what? Matt grins evilly. Matt: I single handedly kicked Jacob Laymon’s and his
UCWF’s ass tonight! Matt gazes up at the ceiling, almost as if he is
gazing up into the stars of heaven. Matt: I’m not just great…..I am a god baby! WHOO! Jennifer rolls her eyes. Jennifer: You might want to come down from your high
horse, Mr. God. Matt: Why?
I’ve got it sowed up.
Sure, Kirsta advanced by beating Lilith. We’ll have to dock Lilith’s pay
for losing tonight. No one
loses when they are fighting for me!
But still, Kirsta will have to now run the MCW gauntlet in order to
win. We can’t
lose. Jennifer grins from ear to ear. Jennifer: This is where your ego gets the best of you,
brother dear. First, you
haven’t kicked Jacob’s ass yet, second these wrestlers fight for
themselves and MCW, not YOU, and third…… Matt’s eyes grow wide as he senses what may be coming
next. Jennifer: ….I just got off the phone with Jacob. Due to the draw between Jackson
Adams and Richard Fairplay, we decided that it would be in the best
interest of the fans and both companies to have a triple threat
finals. Simon Cagero versus
Eric Herrera versus Kirsta Lewis. Matt: WHAT?! Matt pounds his desk
incredulously. Matt: You can’t do that! Jennifer: Too bad. I already
have. Jennifer walks off, waving mockingly at her
brother. Jennifer: Good day, brother
dear. ********** Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Allison Detorre and Kaji Fireson, SLASH AND BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Forever and Always' plays over the speakers and the lights immediately go dark. Then the lights begin flashing, blue and orange lights alternating throughout the arena. A blue spotlight and an orange spotlight run back and forth over, overlapping a lot as they spiral around until they become centered on Kaji Fireson and Allison Detorre, the blue light on Allison, the orange one on Kaji. Kaji scampers all around the stage, soaking in the cheers of the crowd while Allison stands center stage, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. After a few moments of shaking her head, Kaji comes back over to her, his own eyebrow raised. He gestures out at the crowd, seemingly incredulous that Allison could just be standing there without basking in the crowd's energy. After a few more moments, Kaji grabs one of her wrists and forces it up into the air with his. On cue, a load of blue and orange pyros explode behind the couple, Kaji's eyes lighting up, Allison's eyes rolling. After the pyros, there is only one white spotlight following both, with orange and blue lights flashing in the rafters. After the fireworks have finished, the pair of them begin walking down the ring, Allison's eyes focused squarely on the ring, Kaji taking his time to slap the hands of as many fans as he can. Both of them slide into the ring at the same time, Allison hopping up on a turnbuckle. She looks out at the crowd for a moment before nearly jumping out of her skin when Kaji leaps up on the second rope behind her, raising his arms to fire up the crowd. She glares over her shoulder at him before getting his arms wrapped around her in a brief embrace. She sighs, turning her head to kiss his cheek with a slight smile before hopping down to the canvas with him, and they start warming up for the match. Ben Watson: And their opponents, the losingest tag team in MCW history, RICH AND FAMOUS!!!!!!!!!!!! Rich and Famous make their way out towards the ring. Chris Famous and Kaji Fireson start the match. Kaji and Chris exchange rights, Chris gaining the upper hand backing Kaji up against the ropes. He whips him into the ropes and Kaji comes off with a flying forearm smash, taking Chris down. He then delivers a standing dropkick, followed by another, and another. Finally a big clothesline sends Chris Famous tumbling to the outside. Michael Rich comes in from behind with a double sledge to Kaji. He fires off rapid fire chops before whipping him into the ropes. He lowers his head too early and Kaji makes him pay with a swift and violent kick to the face followed up by a short arm lariat. He then drops a quick leg drop across Michael’s throat. Brody: Kaji is doing well here by himself against Rich and Famous. Sweeny: What man would need a woman anyway. Brody: Don’t let Allison here you say that. Sweeny: What is she gonna do? Challenge me to a bake off? Brody: I think Alcohol Paul already did that. Kaji snaps off three suplexes in a row to Rich. He then tags out to Allison. Allison comes off with a missile dropkick off the top. She delivers a standing corkscrew moonsault to Rich for a cover. 1… 2…Chris Famous breaks it up! Allison gets up and snaps off a superkick that sends Famous tumbling back to the outside and to the floor. She then runs off the ropes and flings herself over the top rope with a suicide dive onto Chris Famous! Brody: Wow! Would you look at that! Sweeny: So what? I am unimpressed. Brody: How could you be unimpressed with that athleticism?! Sweeny: Any MAN could do the same thing, Brody. She turns to see Chris Famous flying off the top but she moves out of the way in time and he hits gut first across the steel guard rail. She then heads back up to the top turnbuckle and flies off the top with a moonsault, taking both members of Rich and Famous down! Brody: High risk, high reward for Allison Detorre! Sweeny: This is an illustration of her obviously inferior female mind. Brody: What?! Why do you say that?! Sweeny: If she were a man she would’ve known to take the action back into the ring to win it. She rolls Michael Rich back into the ring where she connects with Aosoth’s Strike followed up by followed up by Chains of Apollyon! She goes into a cover. 1… 2… ….3NO! Rich gets his foot on the bottom rope! Brody: So close! Sweeny: It would’ve been over already had a man been fighting this match. She tags out to Kaji who comes off with Flash Fire! He covers. 1… 2… ….3NO! Famous breaks it up! Kaji and Allison snap off a sudden double superkick to Famous before taking him out with Inferno of Asmodeus. Famous rolls to the outside in pain. Michael Rich is back to his feet by this time and he too is met with a double superkick to the chin. Brody: Ooooooh that’ll loosen some teeth. Sweeny: What few teeth he had left. Kaji and Allison take Rich and deliver Abigor’s Bomb. Finally they signal for the end. They set him up and deliver Blitzkrieg! Kaji goes into the cover. 1… 2… …3! DING! DING! DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners, Kaji and Allison, SLASH AND BURN!!!!!!!!!!!! Brody: What a big time win for Slash and Burn! Sweeny: We know, however, that Kaji carried the team the entire time. Allison and her inferior female abilities held them back. Brody: You DO realize I will be playing this back for Ms. Detorre after the show, right? Sweeny: ….. ********** [The scene opens backstage in the interview area where
we see the ever lovely Caitlin O Toole standing next to the not so lovely
Brittany Lohan. A rain of boos are showered at the Angelica Jones
protégée. She doesn’t react to them.] Caitlin O Toole: Later tonight you will team with your
rival Glory Braddock to take on the team of Dante and Jonas “By God”
B-Lo: I said all there was to be said, Caitlin. I need
to win tonight. Glory wants to win tonight. Dante crossed the line when he
challenged for the World Heavyweight title, and tonight he’s going to pay
for it. Caitlin O Toole: One last question before you go. You
announced on MCW.Tv you were going to participate in the Any Given Night
Match-- [ B-Lo: I’m pulling out the match,
Caitlin. [ Caitlin O Toole: How come? [ B-Lo: Winning the Any Given Night match isn’t in my
best interest. Two weeks ago I said I wanted to rebuild my career Caitlin,
winning a guaranteed title shot isn’t rebuilding my career, it’s earning a
winning lottery ticket I can cash in at any time. I enjoyed my matches
with Nic Cagero, Angelica Jones and Glory Braddock. If I had the chance to
do it all over again I would have taken it slow. Now I’m at a point in my
MCW career where I’m out the Caitlin O Toole: So does this mean you won’t compete
at Deadly Conflict? [Brittany Lohan mischievously
smirks.] B-Lo: I will be there. And rest assured I will make a
statement. [Brittany Lohan walks away as the scene fades to
black.] ********** [Black Hollywood comes out from behind the curtain
as soon as the chorus hits with their publicist Molly Anderson Bulldog and
Jeff walk out slowly as the crowd greets him with intense heat; fiercely
booing him because he's annoying As soon as Beyounce sung Black Hollywood, a
pyrotechnics display fit for a parade goes off behind them as they finally
decide to walk the rest of the way to the ring. Jeff slides in first. Jeff
waits for Bulldog to take his position behind him. Jeff goes down on both
his knee's, performs a cocky pose as Bulldog poses like a professional
bodybuilder. Molly Anderson claps for her men from outside the
ring. As soon as the chorus of the song hits, Black
Hollywood takes in the heat they are receiving from the crowd. Jeff walks
down to the ring slowly but intensely. Entering the ring, he goes to the
second rope and once again presents himself to the crowd for their
disapproval as the chorus plays. Bulldog makes his way in the ring
next.] Brody: Finally, We have real World Tag Team
Champions. Sweeny: Real champions? Black Hollywood’s win last
week was cheap and you know it. Brody: As long as the belts are off those southern
hicks, it doesn’t matter. Black Hollywood are my heroes.
[Jeff and Marcus have taken there position in the
middle of the ring. Jeff is holding a microphone. With an angelic smile
written across his face, he parts his lips.] Starxxxx: Ladies and gentlemen, boyz and girlz,
children of all ages. Starxxxxx Entertainment proudly presents to you it’s
M-C-Dubbya TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD…. “The Bulldog” Marcus Briggs,
“The Black Chocolate Delight” Jeffrey Alexander Starxxxx, Black
Hol-leee—Wood. [The capacity crowd aren’t shy about voicing there
displeasure with there brand new World Tag Team Champion. Jeff shrugs off
there disapproval.]
Starxxxx: Two weeks ago yall witnessed a monumental
event seven months in the making. These World Tag Team Championships were
gagging in a bottomless pit of suckitude. Amber Manning and Virtol were
boring champions to the highest order. Come on now. Who really wanna see
two evil, brooding, ugly outcast represent a proud company like MCW as
it’s champions? And then you had Skaface. The same Skaface who couldn’t
beat a drugged up loser like Dazz Styles by there lonesome. The same
Skaface who couldn’t win one match there entire reign. And we can’t forget
about the former champions, Southern Blood. All they ever did was complain
about management. Oh my God, Jacob Laymon is a crook. Oh my goodness, Eric
Salies is a cheapskate. Can’t forget about them complaining about
defending there titles in a battle royal back in December. Get the
picture? Southern Blood are a bunch of babies, as evidence earlier when
they ran to Matt Alan with there tail between there legs begging for a
rematch. Way to go boyz. Great way to prove yall great front runner and
poor followers. After we done with yall at Deadly Conflict, yall going to
the back of the line, homie. Being the real champions we are, we’re not going to
defend our titles against Southern Blood or Slash and Burn at All Hollows
Annihilation. Kaji and Allison need to earn there spot just like everybody
else on this roster should. What Black Hollywood got planned will make
MCW, and especially me; more money then they would know what to do with.
Here’s my proposal. After we walk outta Deadly
Conflict still World Tag Team Champion, let Southern Blood and the married
couple battle amongst themselves. No need cheapening our championships any
more then they already have been cheapened the last seven months. What we
want is our big time, main event; show stealing match. So how does this
sound? Black Hollywood, the future of MCW Tag Team Wrestling; stroll into
ALL HALLOWS ANNIHILATION to challenge the greatest tag team in MCW
history… [Jeff dramatically pauses, he allows the
anticipation to grow at a fever pitch before he utters the
name…] Starxxxx: The Sisterhood! Or… we could defend our titles in a winner takes all
match against… The Allied Powers. [The crowd burst out in a standing ovation, not
because of Black Hollywood, they are generally excited about two elite MCW
tag teams competing for there very pleasure. Jeff takes a moment to soak
in the admiration.] Starxxxx: I knew yall would like that. That’s why
yall need me to represent this company as tag champions. I’m willing to
give you wonderful fans what yall want. Lets face it, without yall money I
wouldn’t be able to pay the mortgage on my forty room playboy mansion.
[The crowd reacts negatively to Jeff’s latest
comments.] Sweeny: Can you believe this guy? He doesn’t have
the authority to dictate who he defends the tag titles
against. Brody: Quit your yapping. Black Hollywood against
The Sisterhood would be an awesome main event. You should be grateful we
have a demi-god like Jeff— [Before Jeff Starxxxx can continue his passionate
speech, Jennifer Alan makes her way down to the ring with microphone in
hand. Jeff urges Marcus to hold the ropes open for the General
Manager.] Sweeny: I hope Jennifer puts Jeff in his place.
[She enters the ring. She approaches Jeff, he is
unsure of what her agenda is considering she made a big deal about him
putting the moves on her at Purgatory.] Jennifer Alan: Jeff. It was up to me, Southern Blood
wouldn’t get a rematch. I don’t know what my brother was thinking. I still
can’t believe he was going to award Dante the World Heavyweight Title. If
it was up to me you would be MCW World Heavyweight Champion. Not Dante and
definitely not Glory Braddock. You’re the face of MCW. Jeff. Look at you. You’re
handsome, if I didn’t know better I would’ve thought your body was
chiseled from granite. If Dante becomes World Champion I fear for the long
term financial future of the company. Being a woman I should support
Glory. She’s an incredible athlete but she’s not a multimedia superstar
like you are. You’re marketable. She’s not. [Jeff raises his right eyebrow with the utmost
suspicion.] Starxxxx: What’s your angle
babycakes? Jennifer Alan: Unlike my brother I’m looking out for
the best interest of MCW. If Southern Blood win at Deadly Conflict, like
you said, the belts would wallow in an abyss of suckitude. I can’t allow
that. That’s why I’m backing you one hundred percent
Jeff. Starxxxx: Prove it. [Without hesitation, Jennifer Alan French kisses
Jeff Starxxxx. The capacity crowd (and the millions of people watching at
home) is stunned. Before Jeffrey can respond she drops the mic and exits
the ring with a mischievous smile on her face.] Jeff licks his lips.
Starxxxx: And that’s why it feels so good, to be,
Hol-leeeeeeeeeeee-wood! [“ Brody: Jeff Starxxxx is a chick magnet. I’m jealous.
Sweeny: Matt will not be happy with his sister
siding with Black Hollywood. Brody: Can you blame her? ********** COMMERCIAL BREAK: ---MCW Purgatory DVD ---Dante Action Figure ---The Great Ba-Boo Action Figure, with HIP
ACTION! ---MCW: The Board Game! ********** Ben
Watson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one
fall. Introducing first, from
Ryan Foxworthy slowly walks out from behind the curtain and slowly struts down the ramp, sneering and getting up in the fans faces. When he is halfway down the ramp, he goes down to one knee and flips the middle finger to both sides of the crowd and proceeds to run and slide under the ropes of the ring. He then goes along the ropes occasionally grabbing them before climbing a turnbuckle and fist pumping the air. Ben
Watson: And finally, from Its Raining Men blares over the PA system. The Great Ba-Boo lumbers out onto the stage, raises his arms high into the air, and yells “Ba-Boooooooooooo!” He then starts to lumber towards the ring, stopping only to cast a lustful gaze at some of the male fans along the way. Ba-Boo steps into the ring, raises his arms up second time, and yells “Ba-Boooooooooooooo!” The bell rings, and Foxworthy
immediately rushes Ba-Boo, attacking him with a flurry of punches and
kicks… which have absolutely no affect. Ba-Boo grins down at Foxworthy,
and Foxworthy has an “Oh Shit” look on his face. Ba-Boo stares at Foxworthy’s ass
in wonder… then pulls his hand back, and starts spanking
Foxworthy. Brody: I guess Foxworthy was a nuaghty boy.
Sweeny: How often do you get
spanked, Brody? Brody:
….. Foxworthy finally manages to
get free and rolls out of the ring, his face flushed with embarrassment
and anger. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that Ba-Boo has climbed
out of the ring after him… and when Foxworthy turns around, Ba-Boo greets
him by grabbing Foxworthy’s head and laying a big, wet one on
him.
Sweeny: ….finisher?! The Referee is trying to pull
Ba-Boo off of Foxworthy, which allows Foxworthy to sneak in a low-blow on
Ba-Boo. Foxworthy stomps away at Ba-Boo, then grabs a steel cable, and
wraps it around Ba-Boo’s neck, choking him with it. Sweeny: Foxworthy is trying to gain the upper hand on this monstrous human being.
Brody: Getting him off his feet is a good start.
Sweeny: Ba-Boo really will be angry now.
Brody: Why do you say that?
Sweeny: I hear he likes to be on top. Foxworthy finally let’s go of
the cable, and rolls back into the ring. Foxworthy demands the Referee to
start counting Ba-Boo out… but the Referee only manages to count to eight
before Ba-Boo is able to get back into the ring. Foxworthy continues his
onslaught, kneeing Ba-Boo in the back several times, before locking in a
sleeper-hold. The Referee checks Ba-Boo to see if he’s still conscious
then raises his arm once, twice, thr… no! Ba-Boo’s hand stays up, and he
fights back to his feet… with Foxworthy off his, still holding onto the
sleeper-hold. Foxworthy quickly let’s go, and takes Ba-Boo’s leg out from
under him with a knee clip.
Sweeny: That’s what he’s gonna have to do if he wants to survive. Foxworthy begins driving
elbows into Ba-Boo’s injured leg. Foxworthy then signals for a
figure-four. He only gets half-way to doing the maneuver, however, as
Ba-Boo uses his tremendous strength to shove Foxworthy off. Foxworthy is
resilient, however, and continues to attack the injured leg with stomps
and elbows. Foxworthy then climbs the second turnbuckle and looks to drive
a boot into Ba-Boo’s injured le Foxworthy leaps off… however, what he
didn’t count on was for Ba-Boo’s hand to shoot up, grab him by the
testicles, and start squeezing hard.
Sweeny: No need to do any play by play on this one, Brody. Its rather self explanatory. Foxworthy’s eyes bulge out and
his jaw opens wide. Ba-Boo slowly gets to his feet, and still holding on
to Foxworthy’s testicles, lifts Foxworthy off his feet and starts bouncing
him up and down. Finally, Ba-Boo lets go and Foxworthy falls to the mat,
clutching his genitals in obvious pain. Ba-Boo waits for Foxworthy to get
to his feet and head-butts him. Be-Boo picks Foxworthy up, and throws him
into a corner. Ba-Boo makes a “Shhhh” motion to the crowd, and chops
Foxworthy hard across the chest. Foxworthy stumbles out of the corner, and
falls face-first to the mat. Ba-Boo lifts his arms in the air and lets out
a loud “BA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”, as the crowd
cheers him on. Brody: This one may be in the
books, Mike. Sweeny: It was in the books
the moment it was signed. Ba-Boo takes Foxworthy and
goes for a chokeslam but Foxworthy rakes his eyes, causing him to drop
him. Foxworthy then connects
with Are You Worthy on Ba-Boo. Brody: And down goes
Ba-Boo! What a
counter! Sweeny: How’d he do
that?! Ba-Boo is slow to his feet but
Foxworthy drops him one more time with yet another Are You Worthy. Finally he slaps on the Fox Trap
ankle lock…..Ba-Boo taps out immediately! DING! DING!
DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and
gentlemen here is your winner, RYAN
FOXWORTHY!!!!!!!!! Brody: Well he saved his job
here in MCW with a victory over The Great Ba-Boo. Sweeny: But did he do enough
to save his position within The Firm? Brody: You’ll have to ask
Dillinger that one, Mike. ********** We cut back to the dressing room of MCW Motor City
Champion Glory Braddock. The
reigning champion is seated on a wooden bench lacing her boots in
preparation for her upcoming main event match where she tags with Lohan
against Dante and Jonas.
She’s interrupted when the door opens. She looks up to see her father
Glen Braddock entering.
Immediately a wide grin spreads across her
face. Glory: Daddy!
I’m glad you could make it! Glory stands up, walks over, and meets her dad in the
center of the room and embraces him with a hug. Glory: You came to watch me in the main event tonight,
right mate? Glen nods. Glen: Of course.
I wouldn’t want to miss my little girl on the big stage
tonight. Glen runs a hand through her long dark
hair. Glen: You’re the Glory smirks. Glory: Was there any real doubt,
love? Glen cocks his head to one side,
frowning. Glen: Don’t get cocky kid. You’re good but you still have to
beat Dante. And he’s a
killing machine. Glory: So I’ve heard. But don’t worry, I have a
plan. My strategy is all laid
out. Glen: That’s good to hear. At least I taught you
something. Glory: You taught me plenty and those lessons will be
what drives me to the championship. Glen nods, sighing. Glen: While I’m here, I figure I should mention
something else. Glory frowns. Glory: What’s that? Glen: It involves your mother. ********** We open in the office of acting MCW Owner Matt
Alan. We cut in while he is
in the middle of a heated discussion with Thomas Dillinger, leader of the
Firm. Matt: You and your Firm haven’t been exactly
performing to my standards, Dillinger. Dillinger shrugs. Dillinger: I don’t know what else I can do for you,
Matt. With the lone exception
of Jonas Griffin, I have been given completely inept and incompetent
talent to work with. Matt shakes his head. Matt: I don’t like your excuses. I have allowed you and your Firm
to operate here unhindered because it helped me maintain control here in
the company. But if you can’t
maintain control of your own group, then how am I to maintain control of
MCW? Dillinger: I understand…. Matt pounds his fists on his
desk. Matt: No, you don’t. Look, I now have Rayne Young as
acting General Manager to deal with.
Do you think I anticipated that? Hell no! And do you know who I pin the
blame on? He points at Dillinger. Matt: I blame you. Dillinger: Me?! Matt: Were it not for me having to clean up after
the mess your Firm has gotten itself in, I might’ve foreseen the Rayne
Young move. As it is I’m in a
complicated situation now, one that I will get myself of, but rest
assured, there will be no further complications. Matt stands up and stares down at Dillinger who is
still seated. Matt: Dillinger, consider this an ultimatum. Fix the Firm, or else I will bring
in my own people to fix the problem myself, and you don’t want me fixing
the problem. ********** Brody: Here we go then guys, Blood Lust title on the line, but don’t expect to see the usual bloodshed, because we are going to have ‘Pure’ rules. Sweeny: Which, sort of takes away the point of Bloodlust…doesn’t it? Brody: Basis of this for these that don’t know…Pure rules involve you having three rope breaks to escape submissions, after that, you can get submitted anywhere, even under the ropes. There are no punches to the face allowed, one punch equalling a warning, a second and you get a rope break taken away. Then, if you run out of rope breaks, you get disqualified. Also, if a wrestler goes down, the count is actually twenty as opposed to ten, and finally, Randal can indeed lose the title via count out or a DQ…make sense? Sweeny: Yeah, clear as mud Brody. ‘HELLO MY FREAKS!’ At the sound of that familiar voice, the speakers erupt into Rob Zombie’s ‘The Great American Nightmare’. As the epic rock music plays, a coffin rises from a trapdoor on the stage. It is tilted from below and as the lights go red and the torches emerge down the ramp way. The coffin door swings open and from it emerges the Knight of Nightmares himself, Victor Van Ghoul. He walks down the ring, whipping off his coat and tossing it down. He slides into the ring and crawls to the turnbuckle. He pulls himself up and hangs upside down, waiting for his opponent, his arms in a cross. Brody: We have some strange people in this company…I reckon you are probably looking at the strangest right there Sweeny: Stranger than Mckee? Brody: For sure… Save me" by Burn Halo plays as Randal Williams steps through the curtain wearing maroon and gold sweatpant with matching jacket He had the hood of the jacket covering his head. He stands where he is at as the chorus plays. Williams marches down to the ring like a man on a mission. As guitar solo plays Williams stands in front of the ring. Williams jumps on the ring apron. Williams uses the ropes to springboard himself into the ring. He takes off his jacket, takes off his sweatpants to reveal his maroon and gold singlet. Randal stretches in the corner waiting for the match to begin. Brody: Randal Williams wasn’t happy with Sailes for the way he won this title, but he certainly looks determined to defend it in his first attempt Sweeny: But, wouldn’t you say this pure business plays straight into his hands Brody: Probably, however he cannot take Ghoul lightly because if he does, this could be quite a short Blood Lust reign. Anyway, there is the bell, Blood Lust title on the line The bell rings and Randal explodes out his corner, swiping a chop across the chest of Victor and immediately going on the offensive. He slices across again, sending Victor back into the corner, and then clasps his fist, going for the punch but remembering himself just in time, that distraction however is the gap that Ghoul needs, and he drops Randal to the canvas with a vicious right hand which connects directly to his jaw. The referee steps in and immediately gives Victor his warning, which brings a smile to his face Brody: Van Ghoul just creamed Randal…and doesn’t seem to care Sweeny: He knew he had one shot, and so he used it, and has now taken control of this match. Victor helps Randal up, and Randal explodes with another chop, and then a kick to the stomach. But Victor catches his legs and sweeps the other, sending Randal to the mat. He then steps through, and to the delight of his fans hooks in an immediate Sharp Shooter, going for an early submission. Brody: Sharpshooter locked in early…wow Sweeny: Randal had no answer to that…he was looking to take control but left himself wide open. Randal tries to power out, but can’t, and so begins the short crawl, lucky enough that he landed near the ropes. He grabs the bottom rope and the referee makes Ghoul release the Sharpshooter…but takes away one of Williams’s rope breaks Brody: That’s an early score for Ghoul…Randal just has two left now Victor picks Randal up to his feet, and hooks him around the waist, lifting him up and driving him down with a Gut Wrench Suplex, smashing his spine into the mat. Randal tries to get to all four, but Victor is already there, and hooks in the Cross face, the fans going ballistic Brody: Oh my God…he’s got him again, I don’t believe it Sweeny: Randal just cannot cope with this submission onslaught, and Victor knows this Randal is asked by the referee is he wants to quit, but Randal spins his body around, trying to escape. He drags his body backwards, and places his foot on the ropes, the referee calling for the break again Brody: That’s two nil to Victor already…and Randal is in serious trouble here, he only has the one rope break left. As Victor releases, Randal slides out the ring and to the outside Brody: Clever move from Randal, escaping to clear his head a little Sweeny: He needed to, because this match is looking just a little one sided at the moment. Randal walks around the ring, and Victor invites him back in, Randal telling him to wait, before walking up the steps and bending through the ropes. Randal seems to have done what he intended and cleared his head, and motions over to Victor to come to him. Randal waits in the centre of the ring as Van Ghoul walks over, the pair of them locking up and vying for position. Ghoul lifts his knee into the gut of Randal bending him over, before dropping his elbow down onto the back of Williams head. He then slips down looking for the ankle lock, but Randal kicks him away, and once again slides out the ring, smacking the apron in frustration. Brody: Randal can’t get going here, and it’s affecting him big time Sweeny: Of course it is, he thought he was going to win this at a canter…he was wrong because Ghoul is every bit his equal here Randal slides back into the ring, and Victor is immediately on him, trying to stomp him into submission, but Randal rolls out of the way and springs to his feet. Victor fires off a chop, but Randal ducks underneath it, grabbing Victors arm and whipping him across the ring, scooping him up and then smashing him down to the apron with a Power Slam. He then hook one of Victor arms and slips into the Triangle Choke, the fans going absolutely crazy has Randal hooks in his first submission attempt of the night. Victor tries to struggle, but knows that he could be out for the count if he doesn’t do something. Ghoul reaches out with his foot and places it on the bottom rope…breaking the count, and scoring Randal his first rope break of the evening Brody: That’s two one Sweeny…the comeback is on. Sweeny: Ghoul looks really surprised that he fell for that…no, that’s not surprise, that’s anger. Ghoul gets to his feet, and Randal, now very confident moves in and goes for another Irish Whip. Randal bends over, looking to flip Ghoul, but Ghoul lands on his feet, quickly spinning around and hammering Randal with a DDT. Whilst stunned, Ghoul hooks in the Lion Tamer, Randal in a whole world of trouble. Brody: Come on Randal, power out Sweeny: Not a chance, he’s got this hooked in good Randal has no choice but to make for the ropes, but Victor is stronger right now and holds his ground, keeping Randal away from the ropes. Randal crawls, and grabs his way, eventually making some head ground, until finally he is within touching distance. And although he doesn’t want to, he grabs the ropes, using up his final rope break. Brody: No…I can’t believe it, Ghoul has got him again Sweeny: Just a matter of time now, Ghoul turned on a master class of submission wrestling, and he now has Randal precisely where he wants him. Brody: That’s right Sweeny, submission and pin falls can not be broken by the ropes now where Randal is concerned. Ghoul has controlled him for much of this match, and now Randal has to find the way to beat this man Randal leans back on the ropes, shaking his head in disappointment at his performance so far. Victor still wears a smile, which seems to have been etched on him all the match. Brody: Randal needs to get into gear, or he will lose the Blood Lust title at the first attempt. Randal takes a deep breath, and advances, but Victor is ready for him again, and this time hooks him around the waist, throwing him to the mat. He then spins around his body looking for a Head Lock, but Randal squirms out, jumping to his feet but receiving a hard right hand chop across his chest which rocks him backwards. Victor advances, running with a Lariat attempt, but Randal ducks under the shot, spinning around Ghouls body and bringing his legs up, taking him down into a Crucifix pin 1… 2… Ghoul desperately powers out of the move, almost succumbing to the surprise attack Brody: And that proves right there how on edge this match is. Ghoul might be winning on Rope Breaks, but it only takes on pin fall to snatch it for Randal. Randal picks Ghoul to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, following it in with his body, looking for the Splash. Ghoul takes the full force of the shot, and staggers out of the corner allowing Randal to stand on the second rope. He jumps from the top, and slams Ghoul’s head into the mat with a Leaping Bulldog. Instead of going for the pin, Randal mounts Ghoul and hooks in the Camel Clutch, pulling back on Ghoul head for all he is worth. Victor’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries not to succumb, but the only way to escape is to grab the ropes which he does…using his second rope break. Randal releases the hold, but doesn’t hesitate, slipping on a Arm Hook Sleeper, and bringing the crowd to their feet Brody: Randal has got him again, this could be the equaliser right here… Sweeny: No, I don’t think he’s going for that, he’s going for the knock out Ghoul tries to get to the ropes but he can’t, and ever so slowly his eyes start to close, until his body goes limp. Randal drops him to the floor, and motions for the referee to count. 1… 2… 3… 4… The fans are on their feet as Victor shows no sign of movement 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10… Brody: remember, Victor has until twenty in this kind of match 11… 12… 13… At last Victor shows signs of movement, and moves his head to one side 14… 15… Victor starts making for the ropes, and tries to drags himself up. 16… 17… Realising this, Randal slides out the ring and stands staring into Victors eyes. He then measures his opponent before smashing him full in the face with a vicious punch which sends him backwards and into the ring. Sweeny: That’s it…disqualify him ref Brody: No…he’s allowed the one Sweeny…just like Victor did early doors. Now…Randal is in total control of this match up, and surely it’s just a matter of time? Sweeny: It certainly looks that way…dammit Randal stalks into the ring as Victor gets to one knee, but Randal is already there, and smashes his knee into the side of Ghoul head with the Williams Wizard, Ghoul sprawling on the mat. Williams then moves in on the stunned Ghoul, and hooks in the STF, Ghoul immediately coming to his senses and rolling to try and get out the move. Brody: He’s got him, this is it Sweeny… Victor continues to roll on the canvas, trying to escape, he edges closer and closer, Randal pulling with all this might. With one final effort, Ghoul reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, exercising his final rope break to the delight of the crowd. Brody: What a comeback from Williams, he was dead and buried, but now the next pin or submission cannot be broken…it’s down to pure heart now, and Williams is the man in the ascendency. Randal gets Ghoul to his feet, but instinctively Ghoul drops and hooks Randal’s tights into a small package pin 1… 2… Randal slips through, and turns it into a small package of his own 1… 2… Ghoul kicks out just in time to break the count. Ghoul gets to his feet, both of them obviously now exhausted. Randal is on him quickly, but Victor slaps him across the face causing him to hold his face, this is all Victor needs and he boots Randal in the gut, before hitting a devastating Fameasser, driving Randal’s face into the mat Brody: Can he do that? Sweeny: Nothing wrong with it Brody. Victor holds his arms in the air, leaving the crowd in no doubt what is about to happen. Brody: He calls this the Altar of the Anti Christ…it’s a Bow and Arrow to the rest of us. Victor stands them both up, and then holding onto Randal, pulls him back, looking to position his spine on his knees Randal slips out the move however, and takes Victor down to the mat, locking in the Book of Revelations, and Victor immediately making for the ropes. Randal tightens the hold, squeezing as tightly as he can, as Victor inches ever nearly to the ropes. He fingers are literally millimetres away, before he grabs the ropes, but the referee doesn’t budge Sweeny: What…break the hold referee? Brody: He doesn’t have to…rope breaks don’t count As Sweeny digests that fact, Randal continues to squeeze, and Victor, realising he has nowhere to go, finally taps out, the crowd going crazy Brody: He’s done it; he’s come back from the brink and defended the Bloodlust title Sweeny: Don’t believe it…lucky bastard Randal rolls out the ring and grabs his belt, slinging it over his shoulder as he makes his way up the ramp Brody: What a match Sweeny Sweeny: For me, the best man lost…but yeah, it was a good match Randal reaches the top and holds the belt aloft to a major ovation as Victor looks on Brody: There will be more opportunities for Van Ghoul, but for tonight it’s all about Randal Williams… still Blood Lust Champion. ********** We open backstage in the hallway. Reed Schumer is pacing back and
forth, grumbling rather angrily. Schumer: Damnit.
The damn bitch. How
the hell did she get to interview that hot piece of ass Lohan and here I
am stuck waiting to interview……… “Ba-Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Reed’s face grows pale as he turns around. The Great Ba-Boo is standing there
with a lopsided grin on his face.
He is sporting only a towel. Schumer: Oh….uh….hi Mr. Boo…..um, you requested this
time for….what exactly? BaBoo:
Ba-Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! (Translation: I wish to announce that I shall enter
the Any Given Night Match!
All those sweaty sexy men in one ring is too much for my powerfully
potent scrotum to pass up!) Schumer: …..I have no idea what you just said. In fact, I don’t want to
know. Reed starts to walk off but Ba-Boo snatches him by his
shoulder and hoists him onto his shoulder. Schumer: Hey!
Let go! BaBoo:
Ba-Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! (Translation: Come here my he-manly hunk of sexual
manliness! I want to make you
scream my name in ecstasy!) Ba-Boo carries Reed off kicking and
screaming. ********** The scene opens to reveal Kaji Fireson and Allison
Detorre, the team of Slash and Burn, loitering in the backstage area, both
leaning back against the brick wall. Kaji seems to be favoring his left
shoulder slightly, leaning more on his right, but Allison is leaning fully
back against the wall. Both are dressed in their ring attire, having just
come off their victory against Rich and Famous. Kaji: You know, hon, I really hope our next
opponents provide a bit more challenge for us than Rich and Famous, or I'm
really going to get bored. Allison: ...are you sure you want me to fix
that? Kaji raises an eyebrow. Kaji: That depends. How would you go about doing
that? Allison: I can either go ambush Black Hollywood or
whatever that failure Jay Williams is calling his tag team these days, or
I can go and punt Matt Alan in the balls. Kaji: As...appealing a prospect as that last one
might be, I'm gonna' pass. I want to be challenged, not
buried. The Scouge rolls her eyes. Allison: Yes, because Matt has so many friends that
are willing to sacrifice their careers so he can make a
point. Kaji shrugs. Kaji: He's the boss; he can make people fight his
battles for him. Allison: Hon, you know better than damn near anyone
else that having the boss tell you to do something can only go so
far... Kaji's eyes darken as he rolls them a
bit. Kaji: And I also know that if the boss chooses his
subjects carefully, he can still get them to do whatever he
wants. Allison: Think about it. He's at odds with damn near
everyone with any amount of talent... and it's not like we don't have
experience mowing down redshirts. Kaji chuckles, shrugging a bit as he pushes off the
wall, turning to face Allison properly. Kaji: Yes, well, I'd rather not have to do that if I
can avoid it. Facing a competent tag team will do. Allison: Alright then. Who gets a boot to the back
of the head - Jeffie-Boy, or Jay? Kaji: Eh...I don't know. I think we can just get
their attention the old fashioned way. By beating the shit out of
people. Allison: And who better than one of
them? Kaji: ...can we at least do it in the middle of the
ring? Allison rolls her eyes, and Kaji raises an
eyebrow. Kaji: ...what? Allison: When are you going to let me do things my
way? Kaji: I'm sorry...I'm just trying to think of a way
to get noticed that won't automatically make us
enemies. Allison: You're in the wrong business if you don't
want enemies, hon. It's the nature of the beast. Kaji sighs, knowing that his wife is
right. Kaji: Fine, fine...if I had to pick one, I'd pick
Jay. When we finally get our shot at the titles, I want it to be obvious
that there's no one better than Slash and Burn, and if we go right for
Black Hollywood...well, that obviously leaves it open for Southern Blood
to make their claim. Allison: Fair enough. Besides, between you and me?
Jay's got less brain cells to destroy. Kaji shrugs, moving back to the
wall. Kaji: Either way, it's only a matter of time until
the tag team championships come home to where they
belong. Allison: Now that is something I can agree
with... Kaji chuckles a bit, leaning back into the wall and
resuming his people watching as the scene fades
away. ********** Brody: Well folks it is now time for the main event. Sweeny: And what a main event it is, Brody. Two explosive tag teams, explosive in that how the hell can either work together?! Brody: They may not have to, Mike. This is contested under tornado rules, meaning there are no tags! It will be, though, Dante and Jonas Griffin versus Brittany Lohan and MCW Motor City Champion Glory Braddock. Sweeny: Expect a war. Brody: I agree, and bear in mind that Dante and Glory will be competing against one another at Deadly Conflicts, so this very well could be a preview of that match. Sweeny: Take it away, Ben! (We cut to show Ben Watson standing in the center of the ring.) Ben
Watson: The following contest is our main event of the evening and it is
to be contested under tornado tag rules! Introducing first, from Truth or
Consequences, South of Heaven by Slayer the camera is focused on the ramp and the lights kick out and in the middle of the ring a light goes on all goes black again and when the lights go on Jonas is seen sitting in a corner. Ben Watson: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 305 pounds, DANTE!!!!!!!!!! A cool
breeze drifts through the arena, a distant rumbling of thunder heard over
the PA system. The lights go out, the fans unnerved by the atmosphere that
blankets them all. Suddenly lightning strikes the entranceway, following
by a thunder clap…and then a multitude of explosions erupting around the
entranceway as ‘The Night’ kicks in over the PA system Ben
Watson: And their opponents, first from The
lights dim and “Lights Out” by Breaking Benjermin.blares over the
speakers, instantly encouraging the fans cheer loudly when they recognize
whose theme this is. There's a brief delay but with the spotlight focused
on the large curtains, they are literally ripped open as Lohan steps out
into the light like the beast she is. Her eyes pan around the grandstands
closest to her and she snarls at those within them who jeer her. She looks
like a woman possessed as she suddenly shuts out the fans and focuses
solely on the squared circle. Ben
Watson: And her tag team partner, from (“Hollywood Movie Moment" by Mickie James begins to play over the PA system. The crowd comes to its feet as Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage, pumping her fists into the air trying to get the crowd pumped up and into this! Glory points towards the ring and begins to walk with determination towards the ring. Glory steps up onto the steel steps and then up onto the ring apron where she turns to face the crowd one more time and raises her arms high up into the air. Glory then leaps over the top rope and into the ring and anxiously waits for the bell to sound.) The bell rings. A tense stare down between the four begin with jaw jacking from both sides. Glory and Lohan then exchange looks before just as quickly delivering a double superkick to the jaw of Jonas Griffin, sending him staggering backward through the ropes and to the outside. Dante quickly comes after them, looking for a double clothesline but they duck it and then land dual rights and lefts to Dante, backing him up against the ropes. They whip him into the ropes and deliver a dual dropkick that staggers the big man. Lohan and Braddock then runs off opposite ends of the ropes and comes off, Glory leaving her feet connecting with a flying clothesline and Lohan connecting with a chop block. Dante goes down following the high-low move from Braddock and Lohan. Brody: The team of Glory Braddock and Brittany Lohan working well together early on, Mike. Sweeny: Yeah, and quite frankly I’m stunned. I thought they hated each other. Brody:
Its like Sweeny: But for how long? Glory notices out of the corner of her eye that Jonas Griffin has climbed back onto the ring apron. She runs off the ropes and connects with a springboard dropkick, knocking Jonas back down to the floor. Glory then flies off with a plancha over the top rope and onto Jonas on the outside. Glory pulls Jonas up and smashes him face first into the steel steps repeatedly. Brody:
Would you look at Glory go!
She’s normally a technical wrestler but tonight she is taking it to
Sweeny: Well she has to be ready for this kind of brutality if she expects to beat Dante at Deadly Conflicts. Meanwhile Brittany Lohan delivers a throwback neck breaker to Dante. She lets him get back up before running over and planting him with a swinging neck breaker. She then locks in a neck vice. Dante starts to power back to his feet and breaks the hold with punches to the gut. Lohan rakes his eyes and drops him with another neck breaker. She heads up to the second rope and goes for a block buster but Dante catches her in mid air and drops her with a muscle buster style drop. Brody: And down goes Lohan after a devastating move. Sweeny: I didn’t figure that would last long. Dante pulls her up, whips her into the ropes and delivers a high back body drop before delivering a leg drop across her throat. Meanwhile Glory has Jonas backed up against the steel ring post with chops to his chest. Glory then attempts an Irish whip but Jonas reverses, sending Glory into the steel. Jonas then delivers a belly to belly release suplex on the outside. Jonas snaps off a snap suplex onto Glory on the outside before rolling back into the ring. Brody: Both Jonas and Dante are in the ring now, Mike. Sweeny: And Lohan’s partner is out on the outside. Brody: This might turn out to be a long night for Lohan. Jonas pulls Lohan up and whips her directly into a big boot from Dante. Jonas drops Lohan with a belly to back suplex. Dante pulls her up, scoops her up, and slams her down. Jonas then delivers a release German suplex and Dante then pulls her up and delivers a brain buster. Dante goes into the cover. 1… 2…Kickout! Jonas takes Lohan and locks in Absolution. The crowd comes to its feet, trying to will Lohan on as they sense this could be it. Meanwhile Glory has made it back up to the ring apron. She leaps up, springboards off the top, and lands a dropkick square onto Dante’s face, putting him down to his knees. She runs off the ropes and lands a low dropkick to his face, finally putting the big man down. Glory finally notices that her partner is locked in Absolution so she quickly goes over and breaks it up. She starts hammering away at Jonas with European uppercuts that stagger him back into the corner. She turns around into a big boot from Dante. Brody: Glory had some momentum building but it was derailed by Dante. Sweeny: How can you stop him?! Can you stop him? Dante pulls Glory up and hurls her to the outside. He follows her outside. Jonas meanwhile goes back to Lohan, pulls her up, and drops her with Say Hello to Heaven. He then heads up top and goes for God’s Gift Moonsault but Lohan moves out of the way and he hits nothing but canvas! Brody: Lohan moved out of the way just in time there! Sweeny: She got lucky, Brody, but can she capitalize on this? Meanwhile on the outside Dante picks Glory up and whips her viciously into the steel ring post. He then body slams her on the outside. He whips her violently into the steel steps. Then he power slams her on the outside. Brody: It looks as if Dante is slowly but surely picking apart the Motor City Champion. Sweeny: I know she’s resilient, Brody, but how much of this punishment can she take?! Brody: Dante will have to kill her to beat her, I know that. Glory won’t quit. Sweeny: Dante is certainly capable of killing her and you know THAT too! Dante body slams her one more time on the outside. He then pulls her up and drops her face first across the Spanish announce table. He picks her up and gorilla press slams her onto the table. Dante signals for the end as he gets up onto the table himself. He gets set to power slam her through the table but Glory counters into a reverse ddt onto the table, causing it to crash and break as a result! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Brody: Wow! Glory Braddock just put Dante through the Spanish announce table! Sweeny: I can’t believe it but…..she may have just destroyed him! Lohan delivers a short arm lariat to Jonas. She then whips him into the ropes and delivers a spine buster. She whips him into the corner and she comes in after him and delivers a big splash. She then suplexes him out of the corner before dropping a leg across his throat. Lohan then delivers a side slam. Brody: Look at the action going on in the ring, Mike. Lohan is on a roll! Sweeny: She’s come back alive and she’s taking it to Jonas! Lohan pulls Jonas up and gets him set up for The Hot Shot but Jonas counters with a back body drop. He then runs off the ropes and connects with a big spear to Lohan. Jonas then heads up to the top turnbuckle and comes off once more with God’s Gift Moonsault, this time connecting! Brody: There it is! 1… Sweeny: Its over! 2… Glory rushes in, lunging forward to break it up…. ….3NO! Glory breaks it up! Jonas and Glory get up and begin to exchange right hands in the center of the ring. Glory gets the better of it and then drops Jonas with Gloria In Excelsis Deo. She then locks him up in Glorify Thy Name. Brody: There’s Glorify Thy Name! Its locked in! Sweeny: Surely he won’t tap out, will he?! Brody: He might. Not many have survived this hold. Jonas fights and claws in the hold. Brittany Lohan finally makes it back to her feet in time to see Dante climbing back into the ring. She rushes towards him to stop his advance but he catches her with a big boot and follows it up with a choke slam. Dante then breaks up Glorify Thy Name by kicking Glory square in the gut. He then takes her by her throat and hoists her up for a choke slam but Glory counters into Shekhinah Glory. Brody: What a counter! She countered the choke slam into Shekhinah Glory, that triangle choke! Sweeny: This is unbelievable! Dante struggles in the hold for several seconds, reaching out for the ropes but he is nowhere near them. Finally he begins to succumb as he goes down to one knee. After fifteen more seconds Dante yells out loud and then powers back up to his feet. Dante uses every bit of strength he has to hoist Glory up, while still having the triangle choke locked in, and breaking it by power bombing her. Sweeny: Now what about that counter, Brody? Brody: I can’t believe it. Dante countered the triangle choke with a power bomb. Amazing. Sweeny: He’s freakishly strong, what do you expect? Dante
shakes the cobwebs and then pulls Glory up and drops her with
Deathbringer. He then takes
her up top and drops her with Doomsday. Brittany Lohan sneaks in and lands
a low blow to Dante. She then
locks in from Brody: Lohan forgot about Jonas Griffin. Sweeny: You can’t forget about him. He takes Lohan and delivers the Three Fates. By this time Dante is up to his feet. First they take Lohan and deliver a doomsday device. Then they take Glory and deliver a double power bomb. Then Dante and Jonas deliver a belly to back suplex neck breaker combo move to Glory before delivering a 3D style move to Lohan. Brody: And now things are getting real bad for the Braddock/Lohan team as Jonas and Dante are beginning to gel as a team. Sweeny: I don’t see how anyone can stop them if they ever get on the same page as it looks like they are. Dante pulls Glory up and hoists her up for a slam but she slips out behind and locks in a million dollar dream. Jonas tries to break it up but Lohan stops him with a low blow. Brody: And now Braddock and Lohan are trying to mount a comeback! Sweeny: That million dollar dream came from out of nowhere. I’ve never seen her use it before, have you Brody? Brody: No, never. Dante breaks it by backing Glory up into the turnbuckle several times. Dante then shakes the cobwebs before taking a few steps back and charging in but Glory leaps up and connects with a sliced bread onto Dante. She goes into the cover. 1… 2… …3NO! Dante powers out! Lohan takes Jonas down with a double leg takedown and turns him over into the Angel’s Arch. After she gets that locked in the center of the ring Glory rushes in and latches on the crippler crossface at the same time. Brody: Angel’s Arch and crippler crossface at the same time! Sweeny: This has to be illegal! Brody: Not in a tornado tag! Jonas’s hand is extended as if ready to tap. The senior referee is there, ready to call it if indeed he does tap but Jonas refuses. Eventually Dante makes it to his feet and breaks it with a boot to the back of Lohan’s head. He hurls Lohan to the outside and then goes out after her but the crossface is still locked in by Glory. Jonas uses one last surge of energy to turn himself over into a pinning combination on Glory. 1… 2… …3NO! Glory breaks the hold to avoid being pinned! Brody: Oooooh so close! Sweeny: Close means nothing in this sport, Brody. Glory is to her feet first and is met by European uppercut by Jonas. Jonas then snaps off a belly to belly suplex. He goes for three fates but upon the third she counters into three suplexes of her own. She then drops him with Glorification! She heads up top and goes for Blaze of Glory but he gets his feet him driving them into her gut. Brody: Ooooh that had to hurt! Sweeny: Its anybody’s ball game, Brody. Meanwhile on the outside Dante has Lohan set up for a deathbringer on the outside but Lohan counters into a ddt on the outside! Lohan pulls Dante up and smashes him face first against the steel steps repeatedly. She reaches underneath the ring and produces a steel chair. Brody: Uh oh, I think she has bad intentions, Mike. Sweeny: You think?! She rears back but before she can do anything Dante is up and kicks the chair back into her face. Dante pulls her up and scoops her up for a slam but she slips out to his behind and shoves him into the steel ring post. She then charges in, spearing him down. She mounts Dante and starts raining down rapid fire right hands. Brody: Look at Lohan go! Sweeny: Poor Dante. He’s getting abused. Lohan
gets up off of Dante and then, seeing Glory is in trouble, heads back into
the ring to face off with Jonas.
She fires off rapid fire European uppercuts that stagger Brody: Dante wants a piece of Glory, Sweeny. Sweeny: That can’t be good for the Motor City Champion. Dante and Glory begin to brawl towards the back, leaving Lohan alone in the ring with Jonas Griffin. Lohan goes for a slam but Jonas slips out and schoolboys her from behind, hooking the tights for extra leverage. 1… 2… …3! DING! DING! DING! Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners, JONAS GRIFFIN AND DANTE!!!!!!!!!!!! Brody:
They did it! Sweeny: But what about Glory and Dante?! The cameras catch up to the backstage area where Dante and Braddock are still brawling, surrounded by officials, referees, and other employees who are trying to separate the two. Brody: Our MCW officials are trying to separate Braddock and Dante! Sweeny: There’ll be no separating them at Deadly Conflicts, that’s for sure. The camera zooms in on the faces of Dante and Braddock as they try to get at each other while being separated by the officials. ********** Matt Alan is back in his office, watching the closing
moment of Mayhem on the television monitor when a knock is heard at his
door. He looks up,
frowning. Matt: Come in. The door opens and in walks Angelica Jones. Matt immediately smiles
pleasantly. He gets up out of
his chair and greets the red head with an embrace. Matt: Ah, Ms. Jones, I am glad you could make
it. Angel: I am glad you invited me. I thought you forgot about all the
magic we made together back in GDW. Matt leans down and plants a kiss on her
lips. Matt: How could I possibly forget about what we did in
GDW? Angelica smiles warmly up at
him. Angel: I’m just happy to hear that you’re going to
give this….give Matt nods. Matt: Its about more than us,
Angelica. Matt clenches his fists. Matt: Dillinger and his Firm have failed to help me
maintain control of MCW.
Every time I turn around my plans are foiled by someone, my sister
even gets in on the act! Angel: A damn shame. Matt: Indeed it is. But you and I, we shall correct
things. We shall make things
right. But are you sure
Brittany Lohan is up for the task? Angelica nods quickly. Angel: I know she is. I have been training with her
myself. Matt: This is true. Plus she did well against Jonas
and Dante tonight. While she
did not win, she still passed the test and proved her
worth. Angel: And what of The Firm? Matt grins. Matt: I will make sure Dillinger is rendered inept and
unable to mount any sort of comeback. I will rape him of any talent his
group has. Angel: So I take it that means our third member is all
set? Matt nods. Matt: Indeed. Angel: We’re all set then. Matt: Excellent.
You and Lohan will be the first of a select group; the best of the
best. Consider this the
genesis of The
Elite. |