TNT - Thursday, October 19th 2012

[Hero by Skillet hits as the show opens up with Johnny Clash standing on the stage with a microphone in hand and sunglasses on.]

Thomas Simon: Welcome to TNT MPW fans!

Bob Herman: we are one week removed from After Shock and my god what an event!

Thomas Simon: Madd Katt got screwed by his ex wife and not in “that” way!

[Johnny steps in to the ring and shushes the crowd down]

Johnny Clash: Shhh.... Shhh.. I need everyone to quite down. Sit your fat asses down and shut up.

[The crowd lets out some boos as Clash waits for them to silence]

Johnny Clash: as you all saw I was robbed of the MPW World Championship last week by none other than my ex wife Laura Tavares

[Johnny points to the screen as it shows a replay]

[Baxter quickly and lifts him then nails him with a Bloodline! Clash grabs his knee and clinches his teeth fighting through the pain. He covers Baxter and Gordon counts 1………..2………..]

Thomas Simon: What the hell?? It’s Laura Tavares’ music!!!! SHE’S HERE!!! Look at Clash! He is confused as anyone not knowing what’s going on.

Bob Herman: Her twitter said she wasn’t going to be here tonight.

[Clash stands leaning on the ring ropes yelling for Laura as her music continues to play. Blaze comes up from behind him and throws him over the ropes and on to the floor. Clash grabs his knee and stares immediately at the entry way as the music stops. He places his hands on his head and screams in frustration.]

Thomas Simon: Oh no…..a fan seems to be getting too anxious here.

[The blonde that Clash flirted with earlier during his entrance comes up from behind Clash and low blows him. Clash grabs his groin and turns around as he stares at the woman as security starts to run over. The blonde woman smirks at Clash.] Thomas Simon: This woman has gone too far you can…..wait a minute…….

Bob Herman: IT’S LAURA!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

Thomas Simon: Easy Bobo…….OH MY GAWD IT’S LAURA TAVARES!

[The crowd goes insane as the woman rips off her sunglasses and what is now revealed as a blonde wig to reveal that it’s Laura Tavares, Johnny Clash’s ex-wife. Clash stares in disbelief and grabs her hand then gets to one knee.]

Thomas Simon: Is…..Is Johnny proposing?

[Johnny Clash asks Laura “Will you take me back?” She smiles at him then delivers a vicious kick to the back of Clash’s head. Clash gets hit and instantly falls to mat. Laura takes out some lipstick from her pocket and writes on Johnny’s back.]

Thomas Simon: What did she write?

[The camera shows that Laura wrote “Call Me” on his back in red lipstick. Laura walks up the ramp as the crowd is going insane!]

Johnny Clash: You see that! My ex wife decided to put her fat ass where it doesn’t belong! She stuck her nose in my business and cost me the MPW World Championship! That is bullshit at it’s finest and Laura this isn’t over trust me. Now! I demand a rematch for the World Championship and I demand it tonight! Actually...

[Clash puts the microphone down in the center of the ring and climbs out. He takes a steel chair at ringside and slides back in. He unfolds it and sits on it, picking up the microphone again]

Johnny Clash: I refuse to move until I get my title shot!

[Clash sits there with his arms folded and crosses his legs as he kicks back. The fans boo him until “One Step Closer” by Linkin Park hits and Madd Katt comes walking out on stage. The crowd goes nuts for him]

Madd Katt: Johnny boy OHHHHH Johnny boy. You are still as stubborn as the day I met you and you know what that’s what I like about ya! It gets my mind going. It makes me think “what can I do to this guy next!?”

[Johnny stands up and yells at Madd Katt by the ropes]

Madd Katt: So I was thinking and I honestly don’t think you deserve another title shot quite frankly just because you asked for one.

Johnny Clash: You son of a bitch! Give me my title match. You know that title belongs to me and I deserve every bit of it!

Madd Katt: Calm down there partner. I can not give you a title match just like that. There is paper work involved and I have to call the corporate office, talk to some people, gotta get voted on, yadie yada. But this is what I CAN do for you Johnny. If you want to face someone from that main event than fine!

[Clash stares down Madd Katt as the crowd cheers]

Madd Katt: I am going to make, sign and seal a match right now for next weeks show. Next week you will face the behemoth of a man, Apostle Kried in a Street Fight!

[The crowd cheers as Johnny smiles in the ring]

Johnny Clash: Who? Who is that guy? Really Madd Katt, that is the best you got? You give me Apostle Kried. Listen to me, I don’t want to face Kried I already know I can beat his lazy ass. I want the World Champion Trey Baxter one on one, the way it should have been.

Madd Katt: If you want to impress me and get that title shot I say you start preparing for Kried because it aint gonna be easy! Oh and by the way... TWI is banned from ringside!

[The crowd cheers as Madd Katt walks back behind the curtain as One Step Closer plays again and Johnny goes ballistic in the ring]

IAN ANDREWS VS. RYE PAYNE

[We come back from commercial and Rye Payne is already in the ring.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent…….

[“Lies Greed Misery” By Linkin park hits, for 10 seconds nothing happens then Red White and Blue strobe lights come on as Ian Andrews makes his way to the ring, as he gets in the ring Ian takes the Microphone from Honey Winters and announces himself.]

Ian Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Boston, Mass. he is the second Olympic medalist in Pro wrestling history, and a hell of a lot better looking then anyone here, he is Ian Andrews!!!!!

[The bell sounds, as both men move toward one another locking up into a collar and elbow tie up. Rye takes Andrews into a side headlock, as he does Andrews sends him off. Rye runs off the ropes back at Josh, he leapfrogs over Rye, as he rebounds off the ropes. Rye runs back at Josh, he nails Rye with a shoulder block sending Rye down to the mat. Rye turns moving up to his feet, he slowly moves around Josh. They lock back up, as they do Rye walks Andrews back into the corner, as Jude Mason calls for a break. Rye ignores the call for a break, and nails Andrews with a European upper cut, landing flush to the jaw of Josh. Rye nails Andrews with a knife-edge chop, which echo’s all over the building. Rye grabs Andrews around his head, he runs out of the corner sending Andrews down with a running bulldog. Rye rolls Andrews over covering him, Jude Mason counts]

1..

.. Kick out.

[Rye grabs Andrews around his head into a chinlock. He locks his arms tight around his head, as Andrews tries to get free. Andrews forces Rye to his feet, he elbows Rye in his stomach. Andrews pushes Rye off, he jumps up nailing Rye with a standing dropkick. Andrews rises to his feet, as Rye slowly gets to his feet. Andrews kicks Rye in his stomach, he grabs him around his head, he lifts him up and down with a snap suplex. Andrews gets to his feet, as Rye lays flat on the mat. Andrews pulls Rye to his feet, he grabs him around his head for a DDT, but Rye runs Andrews into the corner. He drives his shoulders into Josh’s stomach. Rye steps back moving back across the ring, he runs at Andrews nailing him with a splash in the corner. Rye steps back, he runs at Andrews nailing him flush in the face with a big boot. Rye steps back, he pushes Andrews out of the corner onto the mat. Rye drops down covering him, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.. Kick out.

Thomas Simon: Rye Payne with a fury, but only able to get a two count.

Bob Herman: Ian Andrews looking in trouble.

[Rye pulls Andrews to his feet, he nails him with a knife edge chop. Rye runs across the ring hitting off the ropes, he runs back at Josh, as he does Andrews sends Rye face first into the mat with a drop toe hold. Andrews gets to his feet, as Rye stumbles to his feet, he jumps up dropping him with a back cracker. Andrews gets to his feet, he grabs Rye around his leg, he kicks him in the back of his leg. Andrews grabs Rye to turn him for a single leg Boston crab, but Rye kicks Andrews off with his free leg. Rye gets to his feet, he runs at Andrews nailing him with a running clothesline, which stumbles Josh. Rye grabs Andrews around his arm, he steps around beside of him sending Andrews down with a side Russian leg sweep. Rye rises to his feet, he stomps away on Josh, as he pulls him to his feet. Rye leans Andrews over, he lifts him up, but Andrews blocks it. Rye pulls Andrews again for a piledriver, but Andrews blocks it, he flips Rye over with a back body drop.]

Thomas Simon: Ian Andrews blocks the piledriver attempt!

[Rye stumbles to his feet, as he does Andrews kicks him in his stomach. He grabs Rye around his head dropping him down with a jawbreaker. Rye stumbles back, as Andrews runs at him nailing him with a clothesline, Andrews turns, as Rye slowly moves back to his feet. Andrews runs back at Rye nailing him with yet another clothesline, which knocks Rye to the mat. Andrews grabs Rye, as he gets to his feet, he lifts Rye up sending him down with the Go 2 Sleep. Andrews drops down covering him, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.. Kick out.

Thomas Simon: That was close!

Bob Herman: Very close!

[Andrews gets to his feet, he sends Rye into the corner. Andrews runs at him, but Rye moves out of the way. Rye moves back across the ring, as Andrews turns stumbling from the corner. Rye runs at Andrews nailing him with a shining wizard. Rye quickly covers him, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

[Rye pulls Andrews to his feet; he nails him with a European upper cut, which stuns Josh. Rye runs across the ring hitting off the ropes, he runs back at Josh, as he does Andrews jumps up nailing him with a dropkick knocking Rye down to the mat. Andrews gets to his feet, as he does Rye gets to his feet slowly turning, as he does Andrews jumps up dropping him down with the Codebreaker)9. Andrews rolls Rye over covering him, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

Thomas Simon: I thought that was it!!

Bob Herman: I did too!

[Both men get to their feet, as they do Andrews sends Rye into the ropes, he runs at him, for a clothesline, but Rye ducks under the clothesline attempt. Andrews turns around, and gets nailed with a cutter. Rye covers him, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

[Rye slaps the mat, as he rises to his feet. Rye looks at Jude Mason who holds up two fingers. Rye has his back turned, as he does Andrews comes up behind him taking Rye over with a School Boy roll up, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

[Both men get back to their feet, as they do Andrews grabs Rye taking him over with a backslide, Jude Mason counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

[Rye rolls over moving back up to his feet, he runs at Andrews kicking him in his stomach, and nailing him with a European upper cut, which knocks Andrews staggering back against the ropes. Rye moves toward Andrews, as he does Andrews moves off the ropes and grabs Rye then nails him with The Andrews Effect!!! Andrews drops down covering him, Jude Mason counts

1..

2..

3..

Honey Winters: The winner of this match……

[Andrews rips the microphone from her hand.]

Ian Andrews: The winner of this match…….he is the second Olympic medalist in Pro wrestling history, and a hell of a lot better looking then anyone here, he is Ian Andrews!!!!!

[Andrews tosses the mic back at Honey Winters as “Lies, Greed, Misery” blasts and Ian Andrews walks away as the screen fades to commercial.]

Duuudddddeeee….

Thomas Simon: Welcome back fans…..Last week we had our second pay per view After Shock and I am proud to…..what’s that?

[Suddenly screeching tires are heard throughout the arena as Distortion burst through the curtains and onto the stage with their tandem running wheel called the Distortion Cycle. The two men both wearing driving goggles and straight jackets looks over the crowd in a bit of shock. Finally Jokah lift up his goggles as he starts speaking]

Jokah:Dude you know what?

Reapah: Nope

Jokah:There is 1800miles to Chicago, we have no tank for gas, a half pack of gummi bears, its very bright in here and we are not wearing sunglasses...

[There is a short break as they stare at each other]

Reapah: HIT IT!

[Smash Mouth's "Why can't we be friends" start blaring out of the arena speakers as the two drop the running wheel and start dancing down the ramp, giving out high fives and green and black sock puppets. As they get around to the announce table they grab two microphones before sliding into the ring, where they mount the corners throwing hand kisses and puppets out into the crowd. Slowly the music fades and they make their way to the middle of the ring.]

Jokah:We made it!

Reapah: made what?

Jokah:The show!

Reapah: what show?

[Jokah sends an annoyed stare at his partner]

Jokah:Dude!

Reapah: Dude?

Jokah:Duuudeee!

Reapah: Dude?!

Jokah:DUDEEEEEE!

Reapah: DUDEEEEEE!

[They start to high five and laugh as a confused mumble arises within the crowd]

Reapah: ohh yes ladies and dudes Distortion has entered the building and are ready to kick som...

Jokah:No No No... we are not here to kick anything

Reapah: were not?!

Jokah:No we are here to make friends!

Reapah: Really?

Jokah:Really!

Reapah: ok then Distortion is in da house to kick some friends!!!

[Jokah shakes his head as Reapah starts dancing]

Jokah:Well before my esteemed colleague, does any damage to himself or others, we would like to wish the guys wrestling here tonight good luck and tell them, that we will be right here at ringside ready to congratulate them or help out in any way we can

Reapah: Good night and good fight! [Jokah sighs and grabs his partner by the arm and drags him to the outside, where they sit down on a couple of chairs at ringside]

BLOODHOUND/TAUFIK VS. ROXI JOHNSON/TJ PAIN

Honey Winters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following Match is Tag team match-up. Introducing first....

[As soon "All that Remains" cues, the fans immediately jeer at what's coming next. Taufik steps out of the curtain looking at the fans in disgust before spitting onto the floor signifying the dirty soils in America. He makes his way into the ring while exchanging words with the fans. When he reaches the steps, he raises both of his hands high up while saying Allah with much passion before entering the ring.] Honey Winters: Hailing from Tampa, Florida, he is The Saviour... Taufik.

[Of Wolf and Man by Metallica begins to in the arena. After a few seconds, Bloodhound emerges from the back.]

Honey Winters: And his Partner, weighing in at 235lbs coming to you from Buford, Montana, he is Bloodhound

[As the lyrics "Off through the new days mist I run Out from the new days mist I have come" Bloodhound raises his and head and howls several time before dropping to a knee. He looks around, getting his senses acquainted to his surroundings and then intensely studies the ring. After a few seconds, he gets back onto his feet and makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans. He enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and spring boarding over the top rope.]

Honey Winters: And their opponents...

[With a loud burst of static, "Cult of Personality" by Set the Charge rings out across the arena for a second time tonight. From out behind the curtain, none other than TJ Pain walks out backwards with his arms out to the sides with his palms up. He is wearing a black shirt with the words "Get Real Bitches" on the back in gold and red script, solid black long tights with a large gold Victorian cross on both legs, black kick pads with gold barbed wire circling them and black mat shoes underneath them.]

Honey Winters: Now residing in Sin City and representing Baltimore...weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds...he is the self proclaimed "Jesus Christ of Professional Wrestling" he is Tee...Jaay...PAAAAAIN!"

[TJ pulls himself up onto the ring apron and immediately takes to the second rope, holding his arms out with his palms up again. The crowd chants his name and he soaks it all up. He gives them all a nod and jumps back down. Before he can even look at the two men already in the ring, "Outsider" by Green Day Blasts over the speakers and Roxi Johnson appears at the top of the ramp. Smiling and waving she makes her way down to the ring]

Honey Winters: and His partner, Roxi Johnson!

[Roxi and Taufik start out in the ring as the bell rings for the match to start. Taufik runs at Roxi and tries to hit her with a quick clothesline but Roxi is able to duck under the clothesline and quickly hit Taufik with a dropkick that sends him into the corner. TJ picks his head up and slams it into the corner turnbuckle before the ref comes over and tells him to stop. As Roxi goes over to grab a hold of Taufik she is caught by surprise by a hard elbow from Taufik to her face that sends her down to the mat. She is a little shook up by the elbow to the face and slowly makes her way to her feet but as soon as she does she's immediately hit with a spear by Taufik. Taufik goes for the early pin! 1...2..Kickout! Roxi is able to kickout even before TJ is able to come in and help her. ]

Thomas Simon: What a great start to this match... Roxi is really showing Taufik that she's not some weakling out there

Bob Herman: Wait... What? Oh sorry I was watching something else...

Thomas Simon [with a audible sigh]: Here comes TJ Pain with a possible tag...

[The referee instructs TJ to get out of the ring meanwhile Taufik bounces off the ropes and hits Roxi with a leg drop. The crowd begins to boo as he picks her up by the hair and walks her over to his corner where he tags in Bloodhound. As Bloodhound gets in the ring they both grab her around the head and lift her up before dropping her down with a double suplex. The ref instructs Taufik to get out of the ring. As Taufik steps out of the ring Bloodhound goes for the quick pin! 1...2..Kickout! Roxi kicks out again! Bloodhound angrily gets to his feet and picks Roxi up by the hair again before putting her head underneath is legs. He looks around and is about to lift her up when TJ jumps in the ring and hits him with a hard double axe handle to the back. Bloodhound turns to face TJ who is already being taken back to the corner by the ref. Bloodhound stares down TJ.]

[Bloodhound then turns around to face Roxi and as soon as he does he is hit with a dropkick that sends him bouncing off the ropes and as he bounces back Roxi hits him with another dropkick which sends him to the mat. Roxi begins to crawl towards her corner where TJ has his hand out trying to get the tag in. Roxi finally gets up the power to dive over and tag TJ in. TJ immediately comes in the ring and hits Bloodhound with a running knee that sends Bloodhound back down. TJ then runs at and hits Taufik in the corner with a shoulder block that sends Taufik flying out of the ring and to the ground. The fans go crazy as TJ turns his attention back towards Bloodhound and waits for him to make his way to his feet. As Bloodhound turns around and faces TJ he is hit with a superkick that sends Bloodhound down hard. TJ goes for the pin! 1...2...Taufik pulls TJ's leg which causes the ref to stop the count! TJ might have had the match won but Taufik was able to stop him seconds before getting the 3 count. TJ sits up and begins to yell something at Taufik who has climbed back up to the canvas. TJ begins to motion for Taufik to get in the ring before shouting out to him "I want you." TJ then picks up Bloodhound and belly to belly suplex's him over to the corner near Taufik. After a few seconds Bloodhound finally gets the tag in which sends Taufik in. He charges at TJ going for a clothesline but TJ ducks under it, kicks him in the stomach, and drops him down with a DDT before going for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Taufik is able to kickout moments before the 3 count.]

Thomas Simon: We have a pretty aggressive match up here. Roxi and Bloodhound have been at each other for weeks and Taufik's title loss is probably still pretty raw. This is certainly an intense show here folks

Bob Herman: Only intense thing I'm thinking about involves me and the lovely red head later...

Thomas Simon: Keep dreaming Bobo. And there's a Tag to Roxi by TJ....

[TJ tags Roxi in who climbs up to the top rope and jumps off and connects with a frog splash! She goes for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! Taufik kicks out again! Roxi sits up in surprise as she walks over to the corner and tags TJ in. TJ picks up Taufik before power slamming him in the middle of the ring. TJ then climbs up to the top rope before starting to pump the crowd up. The crowd goes crazy as TJ stands straight up before jumping off high in the air and going for an elbow drop! Taufik moves! Taufik is somehow able to roll out of the way which sends TJ crashing into the mat elbow first! TJ immediately grabs his shoulder in pain which gives Taufik the time to slowly make his way to his feet. TJ finally begins to get to his feet himself but as soon as he does he's wrapped up by Taufik and belly to back suplexed halfway across the ring! Taufik wastes no time as he once again walks over, picks TJ up, and this time belly to belly suplex's him before going for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! TJ kicks out! Taufik begins to stomp on the body of TJ until the ref finally comes over and makes him stop. The ref and Taufik exchange a few words which gives TJ the chance to slowly recover and make his way to his feet. As soon as TJ turns to face Taufik though SURPRISE!!! Super Kick! Taufik just hit one of his finishers as he connected with a Super Kick to the jaw of TJ that sends him down hard. ]

Bob Herman: I bet that kick felt great... haha

Thomas Simon: I'm sure Taufik wants to do a helluva lot more to TJ pain right now.

Bob Herman: I don't think he's going to get TJ down that easily though...

[Taufik goes for the pin! 1...2..Roxi breaks it up! Roxi is able to get in and pull Taufik off TJ before he is able to get the 3 count! The ref makes Roxi get out of the ring as Taufik walks over to his corner and tags in Bloodhound. They both stomp on the fallen TJ a few times before the ref finally makes Taufik get out of the ring. Bloodhound picks TJ up and whips him into the corner. Bloodhound then charges at TJ and jumps at him with a corner splash but TJ is somehow able to get a boot up which connects with the stomach of Bloodhound and sends him reeling back before TJ uses the last bit of energy he has to spear Bloodhound! They're both down on the mat as Roxi is urging TJ to get over and tag her in. Bloodhound is also slowly trying to make it over to his corner and tag Taufik in. TJ is finally able to muster up the energy to dive at Roxi and get the tag. She quickly runs in bounces off the ropes and hits Bloodhound with a diving dropkick to the side of the head to prevent him from making it to the corner. ]

Thomas Simon: A very well executed move by Roxi there. I think we all know who's walking out of this one tonight

Bob Herman: This ain't over yet...

[Roxi then runs over to the corner and hits Taufik with a dropkick that once again sends him flying out of the ring and onto the guard rail. Roxi then bounces off the ropes and hits Bloodhound with Reality Bites! She quickly goes for the pin! 1...2...3!!]

Thomas Simon: Roxi is able to get the pin on Bloodhound after hitting him with Reality Bites to give her and TJ the tag team win over Taufik and Bloodhound.

[Taufik finally makes it up to his feet but it's too late as TJ and Roxi are already celebrating with their hands being raised by the referee. Roxi's music blasts over the speakers.]

Honey Winters: And here are your winners.... Roxi Johnson & TJ Pain!!!

[TJ and Roxi celebrate in the ring but the music is cut off by the sound of “Money” by Everlast as the crowd boos and Stephen Hale walks out with a mic in hand.]

Stephen Hale: Hold up here just one second……Congratulations Roxi and TJ……you win! Now TJ don’t think I’ve forgotten about our little thing at After Shock…..We are far from over! Taufik! You and I had a deal…..you so far have NOT lived up to your end of the bargain so you get one more shot……in two weeks time it will be the TV Champion TJ Pain versus Taufik versus Roxi Johnson in a TLC Match!!!!! ENJOY!!!

Thomas Simon: WOW! What a match!!!

[TJ looks angered and grabs the ropes yelling at Hale. Roxi takes the opportunity as he turns to jump off the ropes and nail TJ with REALITY BITES! TJ is out as Roxi smirks at the fallen TV Champion and then looks at the ramp at Taufik.]

Bob Herman: Taufik gets another shot! Yes! I know he can do it!

Thomas Simon: I don’t know Bobo….but that match in two weeks should bring the house down!

CHICKEN VS. RYU KOBAYASHI

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall…..introducing first……..hailing from Yamanashi, Japan and weighing in at 190 pounds……he is RYU KOBAYASHI!!!!

[As "Indestructible" by Disturbed begins, Ryu Kobayashi steps through the curtains open and stops for several long seconds surveying the crowd. A lone blue spotlight engulfs him as the arena lights dim. He walks down the aisle to the ring, making sure that he is out of range of the grubby reaches of the fans in attendance. Once at ringside, he does another visual survey of the crowd and then shakes his head. He jumps up onto the ring apron and then catapults himself into the ring.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent……..hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at 138 pounds…….he is CHICKEN!!

[As his music plays, Chicken simply walks down the ramp and slides under the ropes. He hops onto the turnbuckle and tries to flex what little muscles he has, but he is ultimately intimidated by his opponent]

[As the bell rings both men start circling each other, staring intensely at their opponents every move looking for an opening. Suddenly Chicken springs into action moving in on Kobayashi for Judo style hip throw, but Ryu doesn't budge, Chicken swiftly moves out from striking range, urging Ryu to attack as he takes the Crane stance.]

Thomas Simon: Who does Chicken think he is? The Karate Kid?

[Staring over at his hesitating opponent a smile grows on Chickens face as he looks around to absorb the reaction from the cheering crowd. As soon as he turns his head back, Kobayashi nails him with a sidekick sending Chicken flying backwards to the mat. Quickly Ryu is over his opponent again dragging him back up to his feet locking his head with his arms as he lands a series of brutal knee strikes to the head of Chicken. Kobayashi keeps on the attack sending Chicken running into the ropes catching him with a high leg lariat on the rebound and going for the cover....1...2... Kickout by Chicken, Ryu springs to his feet as Chicken sits up, Kobayashi goes for the ropes and bounces of charging Chicken from behind and lands a stinging kick to the back of Chicken.]

Bob Herman: Ouch! Chicken is going to feel that one in the morning.

[Chicken arches his back in pain as he slowly rolls to his feet. Ryu stalks his rising opponent circling around planning his next attack before springing into action stunning Chicken with a Roundhouse to the side of the head. Chicken staggers into the ropes, trying to shake the effects of the kick off, but Kobayashi is over him again with a couple of vicious chops, before whipping Chicken to the opposite side.]

Thomas Simon: Ryu Kobayashi is really relentless here, not giving Chicken any chance to mount any offense, what do you think he should do Bob?

Bob Herman: Chicken needs to get outta there and regroup, that or just hope that Kobayashi runs out of gas

Thomas Simon: Not likely Kobayashi has a very strict training regiment he follows to prevent just that

Chicken bounces of the ropes on the opposite side and straight into a sit out spinebuster from Ryu who covers.

Bob Herman: Well seems like Kobayashi has this one wrapped up neatly!

[...1...2... Chicken get his shoulder up in the last second and slowly rolls out of Kobayashi's hold. Ryu looks at Chicken with an evil stare as he rolls to his feet and nails Chicken with a kick to the back of the head as he gets up on all four. Relentlessly Kobayashi stomps away on Chicken, as he rolls around on the mat trying to protect himself.]

Bob Herman: This Chicken is done!

Thomas Simon: Don't quit your day job for a comedy career Bob.

[Ryu once again drags Chicken to his feet and drives him into the corner with chops and punches, he lifts him onto the turnbuckle and follows setting Chicken up for a superplex, but Chicken fights back landing a right to the body of Kobayashi managing to push him off the turnbuckle. Ryu manages to land and roll back onto his feet, but Chicken flies of and throws Kobayashi to the mat with a flying head scissors. Ryu again scrambles to his feet as Chicken charges, Ryu ducks and goes for a backbody drop, but Chicken dives over and into a sunset flip.]

Thomas Simon: Oh my god! Chicken with a beautiful comeback here!

[...1...2 Ryu Kobayashi kicks out and is back on his feet, Chicken follows, they end up exchanging blows, left and rights flies wildly around as Chicken goes into a frenzy swinging his arms around. Ryu stops him dead in his tracks with a brutal kick to the side of the knee. Chicken buckles and drops down to one knee, as Ryu follows up levelling his opponent with a high impact Buzzsaw kick.]

Bob Herman: Well it was a short one Tom!

Thomas Simon: Shut Up Bob!

[Slowly Chicken is getting back onto his feet near the corner, as he swings wildly at the turnbuckles, not really seeming all there. Ryu stalks his opponent waiting on him to turn and as Chicken comes around he launches himself at him looking for the Flash Point, but Chicken stumbles and Ryu launches himself knee first into the turnbuckle.

Thomas Simon: Kobayashi miscalculated on that one

Bob Herman: Well you never expect that Chicken being clumsy would safe him

[Ryu rolls around holding his knee as Chicken finally starts to get his bearings, he looks at his downed opponent in utter confusion, before jumping to his feet and diving onto Kobayashi.]

[...1...2...3... Kobayashi kicks out but it’s to late... Ding Ding Ding]

Thomas Simon: What the hell! Chicken won it its believable!

Honey Winters: And the winner of the match CHIIIIICKEEEEEEN!

[“Hit that” starts playing as Chicken celebrates taking in the fans cheers, jumping around in the middle of the ring with his arms in the air. Kobayashi has rolled to the apron, looking as if he is about to leave, but suddenly he turns and sends the celebrating Chicken an evil stare, before spring boarding back in the ring nailing Chicken with a missile dropkick to the back. Chicken is out cold as Ryu stands up, fury emanating from him as he grabs Chickens legs and locks in the Texas Cloverleaf.]

Bob Herman: Seems Ryu doesn't like losing

Thomas Simon: Really Bob, you figured that out on your own?

[Kobayashi keeps applying pressure as Chicken is screaming out in pain, Ross Parker trying to get Ryu to release the hold, but to no avail. As we go to commercials officials are running down the ramp and into the ring trying to overpower Kobayashi.]

I need to see something out of you.

[Backstage. Inside Madd Katt's office, you see him getting off his cell phone just as the big man you've recently started knowing as Terrin Reign walks in and quickly up to Madd Katt. The TNT GM scans the huge frame of Reign, then smiles widely at him.]

Madd Katt: Mr Reign. It's nice to finally meet you. How can I help you?

Terrin Reign: Look, man. I don't do to well with dancing around stuff so I'll just shoot it at you. With everything that you know of what’s going down with Jackson I wanted to let you know I've reformed the Extreme Arrogance team between him and Fischer into Violent Impact with myself and Fischer. Making sure you got it all straight before we go out there to demolish the Promised Ones tonight.

[Terrin starts to turn to leave, but Madd Katt grabs his elbow. Terrin looks down at that, and then turns his attention quickly back to Madd Katt himself.]

Madd Katt: Hold up a second there. I understand what’s going on, it’s all fine and dandy, but this is the MPW Tag Team championship match... I'm going to need to see something out of you.

[Terrin narrows his eyes. More determined and focused mixed with a little agitation.]

Terrin Reign: What the hell? You need to see something out of me?

Madd Katt: Uh.. yeah. Just something.

Terrin Reign: Every damn person around here needs me to show 'em something?

[Looking even more annoyed, Terrin turns away from Madd Katt, just in time to see Rye Payne bursting through the GM's door.]

Rye Payne:Look why in the hell are you going to constantly book me against Ian Andrews? He isn’t in my league!!!

Madd Katt: Is that why he beat you twice in a row?

Rye Payne:What? You can’t talk to me like tha……

[Before he could get out another word, Terrin takes a step forward and jumps, connecting very hard with a bicycle (brogue) kick to the front of Rye's face that shoves him backwards into the door, crushing through the cheap wood MPW used to construct his office. seeing Rye crumpled through a hole in the door, Terrin turns back to Madd Katt, who's got a slightly pleased expression on his face.]

Terrin Reign: How was that?

Madd Katt: Hey... Works for me.

[Screen fades to commercial as the camera zooms in on Rye Payne.]

JAMES HARLOW VS. TYLER ROSE

Honey Winters: The following match is scheduled for one fall……Introducing first……..weighing in at 195 pounds he is “PLAYBOY” TYLER ROSE!!!!

[The arena lights dim, as golden spotlights pass throughout, catching various clusters of fans within their amber glow. "Bedroom Eyes" by Yngwie Malmsteen begins to pipe throughout the arena's sound system, as the spotlights ascend upon the rampway, merging into one solid beam. Tyler Rose then emerges from the back, standing atop the rampway, basking in the light a smile upon his face as a huge afro American in a silk shirt and sun glasses joins him.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent……….hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 220 pounds………he is JAMES “THE HAMMER” HARLOW!!!

[As the opening chords of "Bang Your Head" by Quiet Riot blares over the arena's sound system, James "The Hammer" Harlow throws the curtains open and steps into view. He grins and nods as he starts down the aisle, slapping high fives along the way, and trading words with the fans. He trots up the ring steps and onto the apron, pausing to soak up the fans' reaction, before he vaults over the top rope and into the ring.]

Thomas Simon: I wonder if Harlow can bounce back after that vicious match at After Shock

Bob Herman: The same could be said about Rose as well. He had that show stealing ironman match against Ryu.

Thomas Simon: That is true Bobo!

[The bell rings and Tyler Rose confidently struts around and turns around right into a slap by Harlow, who unleashes a series of knife edge chops driving Tyler into the corner to the deafening WOOOOO's from the crowd. Harlow steps up on the bottom rope in the corner and starts hammering away with heavy rights as the fans count of 1.2.3.4.5.6.7. Rose finally gets a hold of Harlow's legs and lifts him up going for the inverted atomic drop, but James Harlow manages to evade the knee and stuns him with another right. Harlow springs into the ropes and launches himself towards Tyler Rose with a clothesline sending Rose down on the mat, James follows up grabbing Tyler's head and placing a knee against his back as he locks in the chinlock.]

Thomas Simon: Well Bob this must take you back to your days in the ring

Bob Herman: and why is that?

Thomas Simon: You're moves were from the stone age as well

[Harlow keeps up the pressure as Rose slowly fights back and gets to his feet, landing a hard elbow to the body of James Harlow. Tyler keeps the elbows coming freeing himself from Harlow's hold and taking control with a knee to the midsection. Harlow doubles over and Rose locks in a side headlock, he maneuver towards the ropes and jumps of planting James on the mat with a springboard bulldog. Tyler Rose rolls to his knees beside his downed opponent a smirk starts playing on his face as he takes his time getting to his feet and grabbing Harlow's legs rolling him onto his back. Rose looks out on the crowd with a sadistic smile before jumping into the air and connecting with a double leg drop.]

Bob Herman: Is it just me or did that leg drop land a little south?

Thomas Simon: By the look of Harlow's face it landed way south, but referee Alex Santiago seems to let him get of with a warning

[Rose and Santiago are arguing Tyler shrugging claiming an accident, as Harlow rolls around holding his crotch writhing in pain. Rose is back on the attack grabbing James Harlow by the hair and dragging him up. The Playboy grabs Harlow's arm going for the Irish whip, but Harlow reverses and flattens Rose with a short arm clothesline. The Hammer looks to the cheering crowd and then to the turnbuckle, before ascending.]

Thomas Simon: Seems like Harlow is ready to drop The Hammer

Bob Herman: sure does, but seems like Rose won't let him nail it

Thomas Simon: Stick to commentating Bob

[Harlow is up on the turnbuckle and jumps of going for the elbow drop, but Tyler gets his boot up and The Hammer hits it head first. Quickly Rose spins to his feet and throws himself at James Harlow with vicious stomps to the neck of the Hammer before dragging Harlow to his feet with the Cravat. Rose twist and squeezes Harlow's head and neck as he works Harlow across the ring, before swiftly changing into a front headlock, swinging The Hammer around into a swinging neckbreaker. Again Rose quickly gets back on his feet as he springs into the ropes bouncing of and catching the rising James Harlow with a brutal dropkick to the back of the head. The Hammer is thrown forward and then snaps back slamming the back of his head against the mat.]

Thomas Simon: Harlow is in a world of trouble here as Tyler Rose has found what he was looking for... Bob Herman: Vaseline?

Thomas Simon: No Bob a weak spot

[Slowly James Harlow starts to rise again, but Rose is on him targeting the head and neck with some brutal forearms. Tyler keeps up his pace sending Harlow running for the ropes, as The Hammer bounces of Rose goes for the leg lariat, but Harlow catches him in midair driving him into the canvas with a leg hook backdrop.]

Bob Herman: Did you see that is what I call instinct

[Both men are down Harlow still clutching his neck as he rolls to his knees, but The Playboy isn't far behind. As they get to their feet, they instantly lock up in the collar and elbow, Harlow gaining the advantage and twists into an arm wrench before starting to work over Roses arm and shoulder with some stiff elbow strikes ending it with the Polish Hammer to Tyler's back knocking him down. Harlow stays on the attack plastering Rose with stomps targeting the shoulder and arm.]

Thomas Simon: Both men showing a real mean streak here, targeting specific limbs of their opponent, maybe even trying to injure them

Bob Herman: That is what we call wrestling methodical.... with a slight sprinkle of sadism

[Inside the ring Harlow has slapped on a shoulder bar on the rising Tyler Rose, who is fighting his way back up only to be whipped into the ropes. On the rebound The Hammer scoops him up and drives him shoulder first onto his knee with the shoulder breaker. Harlow keeps his hold as he look to the corner, he sets into motion steering straight for the turnbuckle looking to drive Rose shoulder first in to it. In the last second The Playboy manages to push of him, and Harlow goes headfirst into the corner as Rose lands on his feet behind him. The veteran staggers backwards and right into the arms of Tyler Rose, who goes for the backdrop, spinning around and planting Halow neck first into the second turnbuckle.]

Bob Herman: I think I was wrong on the sprinkle part, this is pure sadism

Thomas Simon: Makes you wonder if Rose does S&M flicks

[A sick grin is spreading on Tyler Rose's face as he tries to shake some life into the aching shoulder, before charging the seated Harlow, who tries to move, but from behind hiding behind him Rose's bodyguard gets a hold of his arms holding him in place as Tyler connects with a corner slingshot dropkick.]

Thomas Simon: We never see you do that kind of moves back in the day did we Bob?

Bob Herman: I would have done them, but it was a different time back then

[The Playboy is strutting around in the ring taunting both fans and Harlow. Slowly he walks over to The Hammer and starts pulling him up to his feet, but out of nowhere Harlow drops to his knee and staggers Rose with a devastating uppercut. Tyler stumbles backwards as Harlow follows up with a lariat. Both are down, but starting to rise, as they get to their knees Rose lands a right to Harlow, The Hammer retaliates with one of his own, both going blow for blow as they get to their feet.]

Bob Herman: Sure isn't any love lost here, these two men are already done, somebody just needs to tell them Rose gains the upper and backing Harlow up against the ropes as he slaps on a front facelock, but suddenly The Hammer counters rolling Tyler up in a small package and Alex Santiago drops down

...1...2...3... Ding Ding Ding

Honey Winters: and here is your winner JAAAMEEESSSS THE HAMMER HAAARRRLOOOWWW

Thomas Simon: Wow! Harlow pulls out a shocking win here this week!! Look at Rose he is livid! What? What the hell??

[The arena is suddenly plunged into complete darkness as the light shed from the arena's lighting fixture cease to exist. Several glow sticks and lighters ignite throughout the crowd, but to no avail . . . the darkness was too strong. Several long seconds later - the lights slowly come back to life with several flickers. Tyler Rose is laying sprawled out in the center of the ring with a red 'X' painted across his chest and a dead black rose placed perfectly centered on the 'X']

Thomas Simon: What the? What was that? Look at Tyler Rose he’s laid out!! Fans we are going to try and make sense of this mess we will be right back!

Let me interrupt you Kelly Ann.

[The scene opens with Kelly-Ann Hale in the middle of the ring. The crowd is quiet but buzzing at her appearance]

Honey Winters: Please welcome, MPW Executive Vice President, Kelly Ann Hale!

Kelly Ann Hale: Thank you Miss Winters. I am here to address a matter at hand that has shook up the MPW World and left the board of directors in an uproar.

[Kelly Ann clears her voice]

Kelly Ann Hale: At this moment I need Laura Tavares to come to the ring. I know you’re here Laura.

[Kelly Ann puts her hands on her hips and waits. Going Under by Evanescence hits and the fans go crazy as Laura appears on the stage in a white tank top and ripped jeans. She smirks as she starts walking down the ramp and enters the ring. She walks to the corner and lifts her arms with a smile on her face to more cheers from the crowd. She jumps down and stands face to face with Kelly Ann Hale.]

Kelly Ann Hale: Are you proud of what you did Laura? What are you celebrating, the fact that you ruined one of the biggest matches in MPW History last week? Who the hell do you think you are. This isn’t your company and that sure as hell wasn’t your main event..

Laura Tavares: Let me interrupt you Kelly Ann. After all that my disgusting ex husband put me through I had every right to be there and every right to screw him, just like you did... Right?

[The crowd lets out an “OHHHH” as Laura smiles and Kelly Ann is taken back]

Kelly Ann Hale: Do you know who I am!? I am Kelly Ann Hale, daughter of the most powerful man in the business today! You want to mess with someone, you picked the wrong dance partner honey. And you better keep your nose out of business that doesn’t concern you or your ass will be FIRED.

Laura Tavares: Don’t you understand Kelly? I have gotten offers from every single wrestling company there is when I took time off. If you want me gone just say the word. I will have no problem flying back down to the East Coast where the REAL ACTION is. Connecticut, Orlando or Philly... Hmmmmmmmmm.

[Laura puts her hand on her lips and thinks]

Laura Tavares: Your threats don’t hurt me Kelly. Everything I have been through just made me stronger and stronger and I am here to stay. And if you want to do something about that, you know where to find me

[Laura drops the microphone and attempts to leave the ring]

Kelly Ann Hale: Yeah, turn around and walk away. Prove that you are everything Clash said you were. A dirty little cunt!

[The crowd is in shock as is Laura as she turns around and walks back towards Kelly Ann]

Kelly Ann Hale: Oh did I hit a nerve? Maybe I should tell you he also said I was the best he ever had. I did things to him that you would never even think of. How did he describe you... Dead fish was it? That’s because..

[Laura throws a punch and lands on the jaw of Kelly Ann sending her to the mat. The crowd goes in to an uproar and cheers for Laura. Laura walks towards her and Kelly Ann holds her face and scrambles for the microphone]

Thomas Simon: CAT FIGHT CAT FIGHT!

Kelly Ann Hale: SECURITY! GET OUT HERE! ARREST HER! ARREST HER!

[Security walks out five officers deep. They surround the ring and Laura looks for a way out. They enter the ring and surround Laura]

Kelly Ann Hale: ARREST HER! GET HER OUT OF HERE!

[Laura puts her hands up and goes silently as they take her and put her in cuffs. The crowd boos as Kelly Ann stands up and slaps Laura across the face. Laura struggles and tries to kick Kelly. She is dragged away by Security to the ramp]

Kelly Ann Hale: GET HER FAT ASS OUT OF HERE

[Laura smirks as she looks back on top of the ramp at Kelly Ann and blows the hair out of her face]

JASON XAVIER VS. JORDAN STORM

[As "X Gonna Give It to Ya" By DMX begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form.]

Honey Winters: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, NV… JASON XAVIER!!!!

[He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring, he then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form.]

["Living in a Dream" by Finger Eleven blasts through the loudspeakers. The crowd goes wild as Jordan bursts through the curtain. Yellow fireworks go off as Jordan stands atop the entrance ramp and raises his arms.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent… From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia… JORDAN STORM!!!!

[Jordan walks down the entrance ramp and high fives fans along the way. Jordan steps through the ropes and as he does so, more yellow fireworks go off on top of the entrance ramp. Jordan goes to each of the turnbuckles and poses, with his arms in the air.]

[The two men subside for their match and prepare in each corner. Ready to pounce. The bell rings.]

Thomas Simon: One fall to a finish! Here we go! This should be a good one!

Bob Herman: Two very talented, high-flying, competitors going one on one!

[The two begin to talk trash to each other and get in each other’s faces. The two each have enough and start to battle it out. Blow after blow. Jabs and elbows, back and forth, back and forth. X gets the upper hand and knocks Storm to the mat with a crushing right hand. Dazed and confused, Storm picks himself, only to be knocked right back down to the mat by way of enziguri. The now confident Jason X starts to flex and show off to the crowd.]

Bob Herman: This guy doesn’t know what he’s doing…

Thomas Simon: Is this guy trying to be funny or something?

[Jason stays flexed and towards the crowd as Jordan Storm slowly stands up. He turns Jason around and pops him a buzz saw kick to the side of the head and sends him flying down to the mat. The crowd cheers for Storm as he goes to the top rope and immediately flies off and hits a flying elbow drop. He stands up, extremely pumped up and screaming.]

Bob Herman: Wow! What an awesome couple of moves coming out of that guy right there! Awesome!

Thomas Simon: Storm really came to play tonight!

[Storm turns around and immediately goes to work on Jason. Mounting him and landing shots to the face. He climbs the ropes for a second time, but immediately, X stands and pushes him off to the outside where he is met with a thump from the padding below. Jason crumbles to the ground and rolls out of the ring. He picks James up and sends him careening into the barricade. He then gets on the apron and waits for Storm to stand. Once he does, he goes for a missile drop kick. He misses because Storm connects with a midair, Thunderstruck that leaves the crowd in awe. Storm takes a second to catch his composure, he sends X into the ring and covers immediately when he slides in behind.]

1...
2...
Kick out.

[After a couple of moments, Jason stands via the ropes and Storm charges. X puts himself between the second and third ropes, making the ref force Storm off. While the ref pulls Storm away, Jason thumps his eye which sends him back.]

Bob Herman: Blatant cheap shot!!

Thomas Simon: No!!

[The ref pulls away without realizing and X goes for, and connects with, the X-Driver II. X makes his way for the pin and covers.]

1...
2...
3!!!

Honey Winters: Here’s your winner, Jason X!!

[“X Is Gonna Give It To Ya” plays from the speakers. Jason holds his jaw as he leaves the ring, he walks out with his right hand up in the air and the left still holding his jaw.]

Thomas Simon: Jordan Storm falling to Jason Xavier of TWI!

[Jordan stands up in the ring groggy to an ovation from the fans. He smiles and raises his fists in the air for them. Jason turns around and sees this. He rushes back towards the ring and stands behind Jordan. Jordan turns around and he hits a Superkick dropping Jordan down. He takes a black sharpie out from his pocket and signs “JASON X” on the back of Jordan Storm]

Bob Herman: The signature brand of TWI! I love it!

Thomas Simon: that is despicable! We will be right back folks

ASH SOULSFATE VS CALISTA VANDAL

[The lights go out, and the stage fills with green, and out comes Ash in a white wife beater, torn jeans, black tapped from hand to forearm, one black elbow pad on the right side.]

Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring, the X-Core Champion from Los Angeles California, Ash Soulsfate!

[Ash alks at a comfortable pace, smirking. He rolls into the ring, and goes to the corner and props his self up on the corner turnbuckle awaiting his opponent. Calista Vandal’s music hits and she walks out to the ramp. She puts her arms up]

Honey Winters: And his opponent..

[Jason Xavier runs from behind Calista and nails her with a steel chair to the back of the head. Ash jumps down from the turnbuckle and calls for X to come the ring. From the crowd behind him, Johnny Clash and Rage jump the guard rail and slide in the ring. They stand behind Ash waiting. Jason slides in the ring and Ash goes to attack. Rage pulls him back and hits a spinebuster]

Thomas Simon: TWI Is ruining this X-Core Match!

Bob Herman: These guys can do whatever they want!

[Johnny takes off his jacket and throws it to the side. They all stop away on Ash and Jason takes his X-Core Championship and waits in the corner with it. Rage and Johnny lift Ash up and throw him towards Jason. Jason runs and nails him with his own title belt. In the ring Jason, Johnny and Rage stand in a line and raise their arms to a rain of boos from the fans]

Thomas Simon: These guys are a disgrace!

Bob Herman: Ash taunted them, he got what he deserved Tommy boy.

[Johnny, Rage and Xavier stand in the ring and Jason lifts Ash back up and Johnny and Rage head outside the ring and look under the apron. They take out a table and slide it in the ring. They are about to set it up when Aidan Caine, Trey Baxter and James Harlow come running out. As the crowd pops, TWI looks back and sees them. They scatter from the ring and escape through the crowd]

MPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
THE PROMISED ONES VS. VIOLENT IMPACT

Thomas Simon: Fans up next we FINALLY are crowning are very first MPW Tag Team Champions…..The Promised Ones versus the new team called Violent Impact! Here we go!

Freddie Class: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the MPW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first…..they weigh in at a combined weight of 445 pounds….they are the team of Christian Carter and Jake Cage….they are THE PROMISED ONES!!!

['Step Up (I'm On It)' blasts throughout the arena as the crowd roars in unison. Jake Cage comes out first and tugs on his beard. He crotches down in a catchers position. As the song hits the 15 second mark Carter runs out and leap frogs Cage as pyro goes off when Carter lands. Carter stops and turns as the teammates give each other a double high five then sprint down the ramp. They slip under the bottom rope and pop up instantly and climb the ropes to pump up the fans. They pop down from the ropes as Cage clutches his beard again with a smile and Carter smacks the mat in front of him and extends his arms wide to the delight of the crowd.]

Freddie Class: and their opponents….weighing in at a combined weight of 535 pounds they are the team of Terrin Reign and Justin Fischer….they are VIOLENT IMPACT!!

[

[Christian Carter and Justin Fischer start things off. Both men lunge at each other and tie up. They start a show of strength. Christian is initially pushed backward by Fischer. The crowd begins to clap as Christian pushes back and Fischer is the one who begins to backpedal. Christian quickly breaks the show with a hard kick to the gut. He wraps an arm around Fischer's head and throws a jumping knee to the face. The kick stuns Fischer as he stumbles backward. Christian jumps on him with a superman punch causing Fischer to drop and roll out of the ring. Christian spreads his arms wide, taunting Fischer. Reign enters the ring and blindsides Christian with a stiff clothesline. Christian jumps to his feet and sinks a gut punch combination before swinging forward with an elbow smash. Terrin ducks the attack and charges to his opponent's corner. He catches with a clothesline, sending him to the floor. He drops and rolls out of the ring himself as Carter charges toward his corner.]

Thomas Simon: Solid back and forth action here in the early going.

Bob Herman: This is surely going to be a great match.

[Fischer is now back in the ring. He runs at Carter and drops him with a running clothesline to the back of the head. Christian clutches the back of his head with his hands. Fischer follows up with a handful of hard stomps to Christian's back. Carter fights the pain and gets to his feet. Fischer rushes in again but Carter catches him in a double leg takedown!]

[Carter takes the mounted position quickly and begins to drop BOMBS on Fischer. Fischer holds an arm out to defend himself but Carter pins it down and keeps dropping the fist with his free hand. Fischer's nose bursts open with blood. The referee counts to four before Carter breaks the old.]

Bob Herman: The Promised Ones need to watch that.

Thomas Simon: Christian Carter almost getting his team disqualified here in this title match.

[Carter dismounts. Fischer grabs at his nose while he slowly tries to get to his corner. Carter jumps up and drops a hard boot into Fischer's shoulder blades. Fischer climbs to his feet. Carter charges at Fischer. Fischer catches Christian in a powerslam! Fischer hops toward his corner and tags in Terrin Reign.]

Thomas Simon: And it looks like Violent Impact is gaining the upper-hand in this title match.

[Christian gets to his feet and is met by a hard fist to the forehead. Christian gets to his feet and is caught by a snap suplex. Christian stays down for a moment as Terrin taunt's the crowd. Christian looks up as Terrin waves for him to stand. Christian stands. Terrin motions to Christian's corner. Christian eyes Reign and walks over to his corner. He tags in Jake Cage.]

Thomas Simon: And Jake Cage getting in on this match!

Bob Herman: This could result in a big momentum swing, Tommy Boy!

[Jake rushes at Terrin as Christian goes to his corner. Terrin meets Cage with a running forearm smash. He quickly locks him up with a side headlock. They wrestle around a bit before Cage shoves Terrin into the ropes. Terrin rebound and Cage goes for the clothesline but Terrin ducks it, wraps his arm around Cage's neck and spins it around into a running DDT! Terrin goes for the cover.]

1..

2.. Kick out!

Thomas Simon: Jake Cage not ready to give up yet!

Bob Herman: Not with the belts on the line!

[Terrin jumps to his feet and yanks Cage to his feet. He puts him back down with a scoop slam. He drops an elbow but Cage rolls out of the way. This slows Terrin for a moment and Cage gets to his feet following up with a kick to the back!]

[Cage throws a roundhouse but Reign catches it and counters with a dragon screw and locks in leg lock. The crowd is behind Cage; as a loud, continuous “CAGER! CAGER!” chant begins.]

Thomas Simon: Terrin Reign with the hold! Violent Impact could have this locked up!

[Christian starts banging the turnbuckle as Reign picks Cage up and whips him hard into his partner's corner and follows up with a huge running elbow smash into the corner! He tags Fischer. Fischer enters the ring and pushes the referee backward. Terrin grabs Cage and sits him on top of the turnbuckle. Callaway nails Cage with a hard uppercut before proceeding to the middle rope. He pulls Cage onto his back in a Death Valley Driver position. Terrin wobbles to the top rope. Christian jumps into the ring and runs for the ropes but Fischer cuts him off with a running Clothesline, sending both men careening under the ropes and onto the floor. The crowd gets to their feet as Terrin leaps off of the top rope and destroys Cage with a Top Rope Death Valley Driver!]

Thomas Simon: It could be over right here!

[Christian jumps back into the ring and catches Terrin with a roundhouse. Terrin rolls out of the ring. Christian grabs the ropes and launches himself over dropping Terrin with a flying crossbody.]

Bob Herman: You're right we could have new champions!

[Fischer rolls into the ring and jumps on Cage with the pin.]

1..

2....KICKOUT!

[Fischer is incensed! He helps Cage up and hoists him up sending him flying with an overhead Belly to Belly.]

Thomas Simon: What a match Bobo! These two teams are giving it their all!

[Cage stumbles to his feet. Fischer stalks him. Cage turns around and tastes a hard right as Fischer follows up by swinging around and grabs around Cage's waist. He hauls back and bridges back with a German Suplex pin!]

1..

2.... Kick out!

Thomas Simon: What must Violent Impact do to keep Jake Cage down?

[Fischer grabs Cage and pulls him to his feet. He knees him in the gut. He sets Cage up and attempts a double underhook suplex. Cage counters with a back body drop and the crowd goes wild. He leaps at his corner and smacks Christian's awaiting hand.]

Thomas Simon: Hot tag to Christian Carter!

[Christian storms out of the corner like a bat out of hell before Fischer has time to counter. Christian flies forward with a vicious running knee strike which sends Fischer flying into the corner. Christian charges forward and elbow smashes Fischer in his bloody nose. The blood is covering the lower half of his face. Christian proceeds to hit him with huge fists to Fischer's forehead. He hops backward and Fischer stumbles forward onto his knees. Christian charges in with a stiff running knee to the side of Fischer's face. He pins Fischer.]

1..

2.... Kick out

Thomas Simon: Justin Fischer kicking out at the last second!

Bob Herman: I'll say it again what a match!

[Christian rolls around clutching his neck as Terrin jumps on top of Christian and locks in a rear naked choke. Christian lasts for over thirty seconds before he begins to tap furiously. The ref puts his hands up. He can't count because Terrin isn't the legal man.]

Bob Herman: I think Christian Carter forgot that Terrin Reign was not the legal man.

Thomas Simon: That tap doesn't matter. This match is still going.

[Terrin lets go as Cage runs out from his corner. He catches him with a clothesline. Both men tumble over the ropes, crashing to the floor. They begin to exchange blows outside of the ring. Fischer climbs to his feet and climbs on top of Christian. He locks in the Camel Clutch! He begins to yank hard backward. Carter tries to escape but can't. He is turning red. Fischer has a sadistic smile as he leans backward to add the pressure. Carter reaches for the ropes. Carter is slowly turning purple. Carter's hand is shaking. The crowd starts chanting, getting behind the former Sin City Champion.]

Bob Herman: How much longer can Christian Carter hold on?

[The crowd spurs Christian on as he slowly powers his way up to his feet and Fischer has no choice but to turn his offensive into a side headlock. Christian wraps an arm around Fischer's neck and suddenly leaps up with a surprise jumping knee out of nowhere! Fischer stumbles back and falls into the corner. Christian takes advantage and runs in with an insane running knee, driving Fischer's face into the turnbuckle. He grabs either side of the ring ropes and starts bashing Fischer with knee after knee. The referee begins the 5-count.]

Thomas Simon: Careful Christian...

[Christian steps back as Fischer tries to catch his breath. Christian moves forward but Fischer swings his leg up and kicks in between the legs. The referee doesn't see it! Christian drops to his knee. Fischer gets a moment to catch his breath as he pulls himself up with the rope. Christian gets to his feet and is met by a Samoan Drop. Fischer picks Christian up slowly and hits the Cruise Control! He goes for the cover.

1..

2……THRE…..KICK OUT!!!

Thomas Simon: WHAT? HOW DID HE?!?!

[Terrin tosses Cage hard into the barricade. He rolls into the ring. The referee pushes him back until he climbs over to his corner. Fischer walks over to his corner and tags in Terrin. Both men walk over to Christian and begin laying boots into the downed fighter. Reign picks Christian up and scoop slams him to the ground. He follows up with an elbow drop. Fischer goes to his corner. Terrin locks in a headlock on Christian. He lays there as Reign continues the pressure. Reign finally lets Christian’s head go and calls Fischer. Terrin hoists Carter on to his shoulders and turns as Fischer springboards from the top rope and kicks Carter in the head dropping him to the mat. Terrin covers Carter.]

1…..

2……

3!!!!!

Freddie Class: Here is your winners and NEW MPW Tag Team Champions………VIOLENT IMPACT!!!!!!!!

[“Here to Stay” blasts as Michael Green hands the tag titles to Terrin Reign and Justin Fischer. Before Fischer can grab his Terrin grabs both titles as Justin looks on confused. Terrin looks at the title then to Justin and tosses the title at him. Justin catches it as they hoist the titles high to a booing crowd.]

Thomas Simon: Wow what a match! We have our very first MPW Tag Team champions! I cannot believe this!

Bob Herman: Believe it! Violent Impact is here to stay!

Thomas Simon: I guess so….Fans we will return shortly….

A new M “P” W!

[The lights dim for a moment, leaving the crowd in massive suspense as to who or what is about to appear. Suddenly, the beginning of an unknown theme starts and multiple spotlights appear on the stage just in front of the entrance curtain.]

[As the new theme bursts through the loud speakers and the lights begin to flash on the entrance ramp, and suddenly familiar images of the "Punk" Drake Hunter begin flashing on the screen. The man himself walks out from the back with his arms outstretched wide as he takes a few steps out into the light, a look of pure arrogance spread across his face. Drake Hunter looks around for a bit before he brings his arms close to his head and executes his signature "Sweet Dreams" taunt. There are massive boos resounding from the crowd, although there are a few cheers mixed in there, and Drake takes a few steps forward before he spreads his arms wide once again, setting off a set of fireworks as he heads down to the ring.]

Thomas Simon: This is Drake Hunter's first official appearance at a show in over a month, it is electric inside this arena right now, and i don't think the electricity is all that happy to tell you the truth!

Bob Herman: After what Drake did on Sunday night, i'm not surprised! He finally let his true traits show!

Thomas Simon: None of us still know why Drake did what he did on Sunday night, but for those who missed it, here's the replay!

[The screen suddenly shows the beginning of last week's replay, when Drake suddenly emerged from the back and hit a massive DIA onto Justin Fischer, and then just as he was about to hit Jackson over the head with the chair he stopped and smashed it over the head of Kried, to the stunned silence of all the fans in attendance. Then, as quickly as he entered, he left, a stony face look spread across his face.]

[The camera suddenly comes back to Drake's face, which is look at the screen, a smile spread across his face. He raises the microphone in his hand to his lips and begins to speak as the crowd dies down.]

Drake Hunter: The ladder of success is best climbed by stepping on the rungs of opportunity....' that is a quote from Ayn Rand. I have no distinct clue who the fuck he....or she? is, was, or ever will be. I couldn't care less to tell you the truth. However, what i do care about, is the words that came from her mouth. These words had a truly emphatic meaning on me, and i would tell you what they were in detail, but i imagine it would be much like talking to a monkey try to eat a four bananas at once - or in your case, hamburgers.

[There is a resounding boo from the crowd that completely overtakes all other sounds in the arena. Drake simple smirks and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting for it all to stop, before he continues once again.]

Drake Hunter: And on that note i would like to formally welcome you all to Millennium....PUNK....Wrestling!!!!

[Once again the crowd erupts into a chorus of loud boos and Drake waits for a moment before continuing.]

Drake Hunter: You people aren't even worth waiting for. And that's exactly the reason i've been so desperately waiting to inform you all about! People keep asking me, 'why i did it' and 'what went through my head'. The truth of the matter is, there was no one second decision that caused me to crack Apostle over the head with a steel chair. It's simple. He symbolizes all that i am against in this business, in this life!"

Drake Hunter: Every single time i gave a fan a high-five i felt the dirt seep through my fingers, every time i i tried to appeal to you i felt all of your condescending thoughts bear down on me, judge me, and pressure me. And where did that get me? I was a prisoner! And you, Apostle, symbolize everything wrong with this company, and this business. He symbolizes the biggest lie in professional wrestling: Appealing to the people. You people are like leeches, you are just another massive obstacle in the road, and you're not even worth my time...

[Crowd Boos]

Drake Hunter: And, Mr. Kried, i would like to make an example out of you. This is the Age of Arrogance, and i'm afraid, it will be the last piece of the puzzle that is your career. Soon enough it will be complete, you will be nothing more than a whisper that spreads throughout the backstage area as people try so desperately to remember the accomplishments that were so few and far between when it comes to you, and all they will see is me, standing on top of the mountain. And then you will know the true meaning of the words - I told you so.

[Once again there is a massive succession of boos that spread across the arena, and Drake simple stands there with a broad grin across his face.]

Drake Hunter: And, with that behind me, and being finally ridden of all of you, i would like to formally welcome you to Millennium.....PUNK....WRESTLING!!!

[The boos erupt once more, completely booming throughout the arena.]

Drake Hunter: This is no longer the show of Billy boy, Mrs. Slutbag, Mr. Clash, or even the GM himself; Madd Dogg....Katt....Zebra...whatever. The point is, this is nobody's show, but mine! Because this is Millennium Punk Wrestling, MPW will be changed forever! Because ladies and gentlemen, this is the first step in The Punk's Age of Arrogance, and you're all going to absolutely love opening night!!

[Drake spreads his arms wide as if welcoming everybody to what he now believes is his show, and whatever the "Age of Arrogance" may be. However, suddenly…..]

[Absolutely booms throughout the arena, and the fans absolutely leap to their feet as the fan favorite Chris Cable enters from the back, with a new green and black attire on, including a bright green elbow pad that bulges unnaturally out slightly.]

[The fans are lit up with excitement as Chris Cable makes his way to the ring and slides in, raising his fist to the fans as he backs up and turns to face Drake, grabbing a microphone as he does so.]

Drake Hunter: Well, well, fancy you return at this exact time. Talk about stealing the spot-

Chris Cable: How about you shut up!

[The fans go alight with excitement once more as Cable interrupts Drake, and Drake stands there with a odd smile across his face, as if he was slightly offended but not put off by the interruption.]

Chris Cable: I think we're all sick of hearing you talk....

[Suddenly, the beginning of "Money" by Brian "Head" Welch begins to play through the arena and the crowd lights up once more as Apostle Kried comes out from the back and looks into the crowd, absorbing the enormous atmosphere and high-fiving fans as he makes his way to the ring. He slides inside the ring, and stares Drake down as both he and Cable stand strong in the centre of the ring.]

Thomas Simon: Apostle is here! The tide has turned for Mr. Hunter!!

[The music stops and Kried and Cable simply stare Drake down, and Drake raises his hands in defeat and is backs up towards the ropes. He gets to the ropes, when suddenly Cable takes two steps forward, then spins around...]

Thomas Simon: HEY!!

Bob Herman: HAHAAA!!

Thomas Simon: ROLLING ELBOW TO THE JAW OF APOSTLE!!! WHAT THE HELL CHRIS? That impact! I think there must've been something inside that elbow pad - that wasn't a regular elbow!!

Bob Herman: I knew Cable had it in him!! The two Aussies reunite inside that ring! It's wonderful!!

[Drake places his hand on Cable's shoulder in a supportive and reassuring manner, laughing out loud as he goes down to a prone position and gets right in the knocked out face of Apostle, who is laid out in the centre of the ring.]

Drake Hunter: Apostle, Apostle, Apostle....I told you you'd love the opening night.....So without further ado, welcome to the Age of Arrogance.....

[Drake throws the microphone down and walks back, spreading his arms wide once again as Cable looks down at Kried with a stony face, following Drake as they both look back at the now awakening Kried at the top of the ramp, and both smile devilishly as they make their way to the back.]

Thomas Simon: Ladies and gentlemen, i don't quite believe this! Drake's explanation for why he turned his back on the fans was something that shocked the world - whatever this "Age of Arrogance" is, he's certainly put it into action after these dastardly events! Chris Cable has shown that he is following Drake, for reason currently unknown, and we'll update you on the situation as it happens!

Bob Herman: What a night so far Tommy boy!! Talk about the Aftershock to Aftershock!!

MPW NORTH AMERICAN/SIN CITY UNIFICATION MATCH
BLISS (NORTH AMERICAN) VS. PRIMAL (SIN CITY)

Honey Winters: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the unification of the North American & Sin City titles. Introducing first, from Solvang, California, weighing in at 284lbs....

[Red lights start to flicker over the arena, as the the Danish national hymn starts playing as a montage from Denmark is shown with the little mermaid, Hans Christian Anderson and ending with the Danish flag waving across the screen, suddenly the music starts to distort and the heavy guitars of Metallica's Sad But True fills the arena as blood dripping fangs bite down over the flag spelling out Primal.]

[As James Hetfield starts singing Primal appears on the top of the ramp, head bowed marching straight ahead. As the last line of the chorus is sung, he explodes down the ramp and slides into the ring, bouncing of the ropes in what seems like a wild rage ending up in the center. He once again bows his head, then suddenly thrust his arms out to each side, throwing his hair back and lets out an animalistic roar fading out with the music.]

Honey Winters: He is the Sin City Champion, Primal!

[The crowd hears intro of "Careless Whisper" Start up. purple-pink strobe lights & fog go off at the top of the ramp. A figure appears in the smoke. The fog clears to show Bliss. She winks at the crowd and flashes a smile Bliss flips her hair and starts down the ramp in a slow strut. She gets to the ring and pulls herself up to the ropes She grabs a hold of the top rope and flips herself into the ring. She walks toward the Corner and pulls herself to raise an arm to the crowd who begins to boo her. Bliss moves to the opposite corner and does the same which is followed by some more boos and a few cheers. She moves to the centre and goes into a split.]

Honey Winters: and his opponent, coming to you from Toronto, Ontario Canada.... she is the North American Champion.... Bliss!

[She gets to her feet as she begins to stretch and get ready for the match. Her music stops as the referee calls for the bell. The bell rings as Primal and Bliss surround each other in the match that will unify their titles. Only one of them will walk out of here still a champion. They lock each other up and Primal immediately gets the advantage as he puts Bliss into a headlock. He squeezes really tight until she drops down to one knee. She is finally able to hit Primal with an elbow to the stomach and then gets the power to get to both feet before hitting Primal with another elbow, this time to the face. Primal lets go of his hold as he is a little stunned by the elbow to the head. Bliss quickly bounces off the ropes and jumps and connects with a cross body. She goes for the pin! 1...2.Kickout! Primal is able to kick out pretty easily. Bliss gets to her feet and begins to stomp on the fallen Primal until the ref pulls her off him. She then walks over and picks up Primal by his hair before kicking him in the stomach and dropping him down with a DDT. Bliss once again goes for the pin as she is trying to end this match fast! 1...2..Kickout! Primal is once again able to kick out. Bliss wastes no time as she gets up and climbs up to the top rope where she waits for Primal to make his way to his feet. As he does she waits for him to turn around and as soon as he starts she jumps off and by the time he turns all the way he is hit with a missile dropkick to the head! Primal goes flying into the corner!]

Thomas Simon: What a dropkick!

Bob Herman: I'll say... I think I got a panty shot there...

Thomas Simon: I'm stuck up here with a horny idiot

[Bliss gets in the opposite corner and charges at Primal before hitting him with a corner splash that sends him dazed out of the corner. She runs and hits him with a reverse bulldog before once again going for the pin! 1...2..Kickout! Primal kicks out again! Bliss angrily gets to her feet and begins to argue with the ref about how he made a slow count. This gives Primal enough time to regain his composure and before she's even able to turn around he rolls her up! 1...2...Kickout! Bliss is just able to kickout before Primal was able to sneak a win in and become the Sin City Champion. They both make their way to their feet quickly and Bliss immediately charges at Primal attempting a clothesline which Primal is able to duck under before a knee to the stomach of Bliss followed by a reverse neckbreaker. Primal considers going for the pin but decides against it as he decides to climb up to the top rope. He stands straight up before jumping off and connecting with a flying leg drop! Primal goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Bliss is somehow able to kickout! Bliss showing the world one of the reasons she just won Superstar of the Month and has no intentions of losing this match. Primal gets to his feet and picks Bliss up before irish whipping her into the ropes and as she returns picking her up and slamming her down with a brutal spinebuster that can be heard throughout the arena! Primal hooks Bliss's leg for the pin! 1...2..Kickout!]

Thomas Simon: Bliss kicks out yet again!

Bob Herman: Bliss can kick me any day as long as I get to see those puppies up close...

Thomas Simon: Can you focus on the match Bob?

Bob Herman: Sorry what? I think I just saw a nip slip

[Primal can't believe it as he picks her up and scoop slams her in the middle of the ring before climbing up to the top rope yet again. He quickly jumps off and tries to hit Bliss with a frog splash but Bliss see's it coming and is able to move out of the way which sends Primal crashing into the mat! Both Bliss and Primal are laid out in the ring as the fans begin to cheer them on after they have put up one hell of a match to decide who the Sin City Champion will be. They both make it up to their feet at about the same time and as they do Primal runs at Bliss and attempts a clothesline which Bliss is able to duck under and then hits Primal with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that sends Primal straight down. Bliss bounces off the ropes before hitting Primal with a quick elbow drop. Bliss then jumps to her feet and jumps up to the top rope where she pumps the crowd up. She get's some cheers and some boo's before she jumps off and connects with a senton bomb! The crowd goes nuts as they see her fly through the air and connect with the high flying move and then hook the leg of Primal for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Primal will not give up! Bliss can't believe it as she sits up on her knee's and tries to figure out what it's going to take to win this match. She gets on top of Primal as she begins to hammer down on him with some hard right and left hand shots before the referee finally pulls her off him. She wiggles free of the ref before pushing him off her.]

[She turns around and once again picks Primal up by the hair and to his feet before hitting him with a hard chest slap that can be heard throughout the arena. Primal grabs his chest in pain before she grabs him by the arm and tries to whip him into the ropes but he reverses it and sends her flying into the corner so hard that she hits her back and falls straight down on her face. Primal gets to his feet and walks over to the fallen Bliss who has made her way to her knee's. As Primal grabs her by the head to pick her up. She tries to hit him with another chest slap but he catches her arm before she's able to hit. He quickly kicks her in the stomach before grabbing her around the head and picking her up high in the air as he holds her there and lets the blood rush to her head before dropping her down on her head with a brainbuster. Primal goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Bliss is somehow able to get a shoulder up! Primal wastes no time this time as he quickly picks her up and hits her with the Beast Bomb!]

Thomas Simon: Primal just connected with one of his signature moves The Beast Bomb with that sit out sideslam spinebuster in the middle of the ring!

Bob Herman: Don't count out Bliss just yet. She didn't get to be North American Champion for nothing...

Thomas Simon: This one has to be over! Primal has to be our Sin City Champion!

[The crowd begins to cheer for Primal as hooks Bliss's leg for what has to be the final pin of the match! 1...2...Kickout! She does it again! Bliss is somehow able to kickout from The Beast Bomb and Primal is in shock as he sits up on his knee's and whispers something to the ref before getting up and getting in the refs face arguing about how he should have won the match. Primal turns back to face Bliss who is slowly trying to make her way up to her feet but is on all fours. He picks her up to his feet before kneeing Bliss in the stomach and putting her head underneath his legs. He looks around at the crowd before lifting her up high over her head for a powerbomb but before he's able to slam her down she reverses it and hits him with a quick hurricanrana into a pin! 1...2...Kickout! Primal kicks out this time! ]

Thomas Simon: What a battle between these two champions!

Bob Herman: I can think of another battle I'd like to see... me and the 'champ' in my hotel room later...

Thomas Simon [ignoring Bob]: Neither one wants to leave here tonight not a champion.

[Bliss gets to her feet before Primal who slowly makes his way up and turns to face Bliss who immediately connects with a superkick to the jaw of Primal! Bliss picks Primal up by the hair, kicks him in the stomach before hitting him with The Blissful End!]

Bob Herman: Bliss just hit her finisher! What a double knee backbreaker!

Thomas Simon: The Blissful End! This has to be the end!

[Bliss hooks the leg of Primal as the ref makes the count! 1...2...3!!!]

Thomas Simon: Bliss does it! Bliss is the MPW Sin City Champion after winning a straight up battle with Primal! We will be right back after this short break!

I want to speak to Caine…

Thomas Simon: Fans welcome back! Bliss is our new Sin City Champion! What a match that was! Fans coming up we have our main……..

Thomas Simon: I guess we are not going to our main event…..Im not even sure what Caine is doing here…

[Aidan Caine comes out to a deafening pop from the crowd! He has his ROTD briefcase in hand and shows it to the camera nodding his head. He runs down to the ramp as the fans are elated. He slides under the ring and pops up lifting the case high above his head. Caine brings it down and motions for a microphone. He gets a mic and goes to speak before he is interrupted by chants of “WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!” He applauds the fans and mouths “Thank you!” in return.]

Aidan Caine: Wow….just WOW! Thank you guys so much……..It really hasn’t been that long since I left at the hands of Rage but it really felt like forever. I thank you all for your get well messages, your tweets, your email’s, your facebook messages….look I could go on and on…There was even that weird guy who sent me a pic of himself in lingerie saying “I can’t wait until you come back.” It was really the way he spelt “come” that got me weirded out but hey…..weird guy….thanks…..I guess…..Now why am I out here? I’m sure you are all dying to know!!!

[The fans pop again then calm down.]

Aidan Caine: Well as you see I have the my Roll of the Dice title shot for any title in MPW…..on any show………whenever I want! Well…..I’m thinking what better way for me to return in a few weeks once I am cleared then for a match for the MPW WORLD TITLE!!!!!!

[The crowd goes absolutely crazy as Caine drops the mic and goes to leave the ring.]

Thomas Simon: Oh come on…what is he doing here?!?!

[Rage steps out from the back as Caine brings his leg back in the ring in anticipation for his rivals attack. Rage stalks to the ring and motions to Caine that he isn’t here to fight. Caine looks untrusting as Rage goes over to the timekeepers table and grabs a mic. Caine grabs the mic he dropped earlier. He looks across as Rage gets in the ring as his music stops as the crowd fills the arena with boo’s.]

Rage: SIT DOWN SHUT UP AND LET RAGE….

Aidan Caine: BORE THE PANTS OFF OF EVERYONE IN LAS VEGAS!!!

[Crowd POPS.]

Aidan Caine: Seriously what do you want Rage?

Rage: Want? What I want is title that YOU stole from me. The title that I would be holding right now! The unified Sin City Championship! I had that old washed up hack pinned one two three but YOU had to be the one to ruin my moment! MY TITLE VICTORY! A MOMENT FOR THE TRUE WRESTLING….

Aidan Caine: MORONS! I know, I know….You had the match won….trust me I know….but that is precisely why it went so well…..Nobody wants you as champion Rage. Just listen to these people…..Do you want Rage to have an MPW title?

[Crowd boos.]

Aidan Caine: Ok ok…maybe they’re biased let’s see……Do you all want to see Aidan Caine fight for the MPW World title?!?!

[Crowd POPS HUGE.]

Aidan Caine: Sounds like a good crowd to me….

Rage: ENOUGH!!! I almost forgot about your smartass mouth….Listen you are not cashing in that title shot.

Aidan Caine: Uhhhhh yes I am!

Rage: No you’re not!

Aidan Caine: Yes I am!

Rage: No you’re not!

Aidan Caine: Yes I am!

Rage: No you’re not!

Aidan Caine: No I’m not….

Rage: Yes you are…

Aidan Caine: Thanks buddy….

[Caine taps Rage’s shoulder and goes to walk out of the ring.]

Rage: NO! LISTEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CHILDISH BULLSHIT!! Do you want me to go pay a visit to that pregnant slut of an ex-wife of mine?

[Caine instantly stops as his smile turns to instant anger as he stands up.]

Rage: Oh you didn’t realize I knew? A little birdy in leather pants told me…..If you remember or not….you probably don’t seeing as how you were otherwise incapacitated….but I tossed that bitch right into the side of a pick up…..maybe next time I will…

Aidan Caine: YOU TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING END YOUR LIFE RYAN!

Rage: Oh there he is…..Thanks for coming to the party Caine…I was hoping Aidan would leave and I can talk to you……

Aidan Caine: What do I have to do to get you out of my life?

Rage: Die….plain and simple…..just die….but seeing as how that doesn’t look like that can happen I’ll settle for a match.

Aidan Caine: If you didn’t hear me, you ignorant son of a bitch, I am not medically cleared to wrestle yet.

Rage: Oh I know….but that didn’t stop you last week at After Shock did it? So here is my proposal….next week….right here on TNT…..you and me….one fight….winner take all….

Aidan Caine: Winner take all?

Rage: Yeah….put your roll of the dice title shot on the line and I will sign the contract making this a non-sanctioned match. That means anything goes…..the MPW as an organization….Madd Katt….The Hale’s none of them have control over that match the only way it can end if pinfall, submission or one of us cannot answer a standing ten count. You get to do whatever you have ever dreamed of to me….use any weapons you see fit…..it doesn’t matter to me…..what do ya say Caine?

[Caine lowers the microphone thinking over the seriousness of this match proposal. He knows this match could end his career.]

Aidan Caine: Look….I understand….

Rage: What’s there to think about Caine? You know what I can do to you….and you’re family…..your girlfriend Lexi…..your daughter…

[Caine snaps and grabs Rage’s face forcing him into the corner shaking in anger.]

Aidan Caine: Is this what you want Ryan? YOU GOT IT!!!

[Caine lets go of Rage and backs off slowly.]

Aidan Caine: But just to let you know….this is it…..once I end you AND I WILL END YOU….this is it….you leave Lexi alone…you leave me alone….this all ENDS! See you next week Ryan!

[“Get Ready for the Smackdown” blasts as Caine drops the mic and grabs his ROTD case leaving the ring. Rage stares a hole through him.]

Thomas Simon: MY GOD! Rage versus Caine Next Week!!! I can’t believe it!!! This is unreal!!! Fans we will return with our main event!!!

IAN MPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
TREY BAXTER VS BRANDON NYTRUS

Thomas Simon: This is it folks our Main event lets not waste anymore time and get right to it!!!

[The lights in the arena go dark. So dark, the people within the arena cannot see in front of their noses. All of a sudden, you hear the words, "If only we could fly." Then, dull, dim red lights show the stage and the ramp. Then, after about, 10 seconds of silence, Limp Bizkit's "My Generation" plays from the speakers and the red lights start flashing along with strobes, filling the stage and rampway. Brandon Nytrus walks onto the stage in a leather robe with his hood on. Nikki follows behind him. He looks to the ring and begins to walk down the ramp. The red lights and strobes continue.]

Freddie Class: Introducing first, accompanied by Nikki Schott, from South Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 272 pounds, he is The Hardcore Icon... BRANDONNNNNNNN NYTRUUUUUUUUUUUUS!

[The two make their way down the ramp, Nikki following behind Brandon. He climbs the steps and walks along the apron before entering in the ring through the second rope. He looks to the crowd for a second, and then flips up his robe as it flies off, exposing his ring attire, and fireworks from the corners blast, the red lights have now turned into just white strobes filling the whole arena, and Brandon lets out a huge yell. He looks around at the crowd and then makes his way to the corner to await the match.]

Freddie Class: And his opponent……hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 220 pounds he is the MPW World Heavyweight Champion…………TREYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BAXTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

[“Guerrilla Radio” by Rage Against the Machine blasts as the crowd gets on their and feet and goes wild as the MPW World Heavyweight Champion Trey Baxter steps out. He has the title on his shoulder and slowly struts down to the ring. He gets to the ring apron as he looks at Brandon hopping in the ring. Trey smirks at him mockingly then slides into the ring and raises his title eye then looks across the ring at Nytrus.]

Thomas Simon: This match….I don’t know….I’ve got chills….

[The bell sounds, as both men slowly move from their corners, as the fans wait with anticipation for the first man to make their move. Both men slowly circle one another, as Baxter smiles from ear to ear, as Nytrus looks all business. They move into a collar and elbow tie up Nytrus slowly backs Baxter back into the corner Kelvin Gordon calls for a break Nytrus slowly steps back out of the corner. Baxter slowly moves out of the corner, as he looks at Nytrus, as they move back into a collar and elbow tie up. Baxter quickly grabs Nytrus around his head into a side headlock; he locks his arms tight around Nytrus’s head. Nytrus manages to pull Baxter’s arms up into an overhead wristlock, he counters around taking Baxter into a side headlock. Baxter reaches his hands up grabbing Nytrus by his hair, as both men walk back against the ropes. Baxter sends Nytrus off, he runs across the ring hitting off the ropes, he runs back at Baxter, he leapfrogs over Nytrus, as he runs returning back off the ropes. Baxter jumps up taking Nytrus over with a hurricanrana. Baxter bounces back up to his feet with a huge smile on his face, as the fans reign down with cheers.]

Thomas Simon: The champ is looking very confident as always.

Bob Herman: He better wipe that smile off his face before Brandon Nytrus knocks it off his face.

[Baxter grabs Nytrus by his hair pulling him to his feet, he hits him with a stiff forearm shot, he runs back across the ring bouncing off the ropes, he runs back at Nytrus, as he does Nytrus locks his arms around Baxter, as he goes to throw him Baxter pokes Nytrus in his eye. Nytrus stumbles back grabbing at his eye, as Baxter moves toward him. Baxter pulls Nytrus up, as he does Nytrus kicks Baxter in his stomach, he doubles over in pain. Baxter slowly leans up; as he does he gets met with a hard clothesline that sends him falling back across the ring. Nytrus runs at Baxter hitting him with a running big boot that sends him falling back into the ropes, and out to the floor.]

Thomas Simon: Brandon Nytrus kicks Trey Baxter out of the ring!

Bob Herman: Trey Baxter just got hit by a truck named Brandon Nytrus!

[Nytrus steps through the ropes, as Baxter stumbles to his feet, he hits him with a pair of stiff European upper cuts that stun Baxter. He locks his arms around Baxter, as he does Baxter headbutts Nytrus; he stumbles back against the ropes apron. Baxter grabs Nytrus slamming him down face first into the security railing. Baxter pulls Nytrus back, he holds onto him and drops Nytrus down onto the floor with a reverse DDT. Baxter gets over Nytrus, he starts hitting him with a stiff punches. Baxter gets to his feet, he grabs Nytrus pulling him up to his feet, and sending him back first into the security railing.]

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter sends Brandon Nytrus into the security railing.

Bob Herman: Brandon Nytrus looks to be in pain, as his back slams off the security railing!

[Baxter pulls Nytrus off the security railing; he pushes him back into the ring, and slides in behind him. Baxter gets to his feet, as Nytrus lies on the mat still grabbing at his back in pain. He jumps up landing down onto Nytrus with a jumping knee drop.]

Thomas Simon: Baxter is really intent on injuring Nytrus tonight!

[Baxter pulls Nytrus to his feet, he sends him into the corner, as Nytrus lays against the turnbuckles grimacing in pain Baxter looks around with a smile across his face. He runs toward Nytrus in the corner, but Nytrus moves out of the way. Nytrus moves up behind Baxter, he slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. Nytrus pulls Baxter out of the corner, he pulls his arm up locking him into a half nelson, he pulls Baxter up throwing him down on top of his head with a half nelson suplex. Baxter rolls around on the mat holding at his neck. Nytrus pulls him to his feet, he moves around behind him locking his arms around Baxter, he pulls Baxter up driving him into the mat with a belly to back suplex. Nytrus quickly covers him, Kelvin Gordon counts]

1..

2.. Kick out.

Thomas Simon: Brandon Nytrus with a quick pin, as he had Trey Baxter in pain from the belly to back suplex.

Bob Herman: Brandon Nytrus is slowly breaking Trey Baxter down

[Nytrus grabs Baxter into a rear chinlock, he pulls his arms tight around Baxter’s head. Kelvin Gordon checks on the hold, and to see if Baxter gives up, but he doesn’t. Both men return to their feet, as they do Baxter hits Nytrus with a pair of stiff elbows to his stomach knocking him off. Nytrus stumbles back, as he does Baxter jumps up connecting with a stiff enziguri. Baxter slowly gets to his feet, he runs toward the ropes, he jumps off landing down onto Nytrus with a lionsault. Baxter returns to his feet seemingly getting back his confidence, he jumps up landing down onto Nytrus with a standing shooting star press. Baxter covers him, Kelvin Gordon counts]

1..

2.. Kick out.

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter with the cover, but only a two count.

Bob Herman: Trey Baxter needs to stay on the attack, and not let up he knows how dangerous Nytrus can be.

[Baxter gets to his feet, he grabs Nytrus by his leg kicking him with a stiff kick to the back of his leg. Baxter pulls on Nytrus’s leg, he pulls him over near the ropes placing his leg over the bottom rope. Baxter stands over his leg, he jump up landing down onto Nytrus’s leg. Nytrus rolls back across the ring grabbing at his leg in pain, as Baxter slowly walks up behind him. He slowly grabs Nytrus by his leg, he turns him over, and locks Nytrus into a single leg Boston crab. Baxter pulls back as he tries to get to the ropes, but just isn’t close enough.]

Thomas Simon: Brandon Nytrus desperately trying to get to the ropes, but he just isn’t close enough.

[Kelvin Gordon asks Nytrus if he gives up, but he doesn’t, as Baxter pulls back adding more pressure onto the hold. Nytrus reaches for the ropes, but isn’t close enough, he tries pulling himself up and slowly moves, but nowhere near the ropes. Kelvin Gordon asks Nytrus again if he gives up, but he shakes his head no. As Nytrus reaches for the ropes, he reaches, as he pulls him and Baxter toward the ropes. Kelvin Gordon stands up to his feet, as Nytrus reaches for the ropes Baxter manages to pull Nytrus back across the ring.]

Thomas Simon: So close for Brandon Nytrus, but Trey Baxter pulled him away!

Bob Herman: That’s what Trey Baxter hopes to do with the World Heavyweight Title here tonight get Nytrus close enough, and pull it back away from him.

[Baxter pulls back adding pressure on the hold, as Nytrus screams in pain, as he reaches for the ropes. Nytrus reaches, as he tries pulling himself, but just isn’t close. As Nytrus fights through the pain, he manages to pull Baxter over kicking him off with his free leg.]

Thomas Simon: Brandon Nytrus breaks the single leg Boston crab!!

[Nytrus gets to his feet, as he does Baxter runs at him, but he gets met with a running shoulder block that sends Baxter down to the mat. Nytrus grabs Baxter, as he gets to his feet; he kicks him in his stomach. Nytrus pulls Baxter towards him, and pulls him up, and throws him into the turnbuckles with a powerbomb. Baxter staggers out of the corner, as he does Nytrus locks his arms around him, and throws Baxter with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Nytrus covers him, Kelvin Gordon counts]

1..

2.. Kick out.

Thomas Simon: That was close!

Bob Herman: It was close, but not close enough!

[Nytrus pulls Baxter up to his feet, he quickly moves around into a rear waistlock, as he does Baxter quickly hits Nytrus with stiff elbows to the side of his head. Nytrus stumbles back, as Baxter moves toward him; he gets met with a running big boot that sends Baxter down to the mat. Nytrus grabs Baxter by his hair. He pulls Baxter up throwing him down hard on the back of his head with a release German suplex. Nytrus gets to his feet, he looks around, as the crowd seems to be getting behind Nytrus, as Baxter stumbles to his feet, and he locks him into a standing cobra clutch. Nytrus locks the hold on, as Baxter tries to fight free, but just can’t.]

Thomas Simon: Nytrus has Trey Baxter in a standing cobra clutch!!

Bob Herman: That looks like a Million-Dollar dream!

Thomas Simon: Really?

[Kelvin Gordon checks on the hold, as Baxter fights to get free, but he can’t. Nytrus locks the hold on tighter, as Baxter slowly isn’t fighting back, as hard. Kelvin Gordon checks on the hold, as Trey Baxter slowly starts to fade out, he checks on him, but Baxter is still fighting back.]

Thomas Simon: I thought Trey Baxter was out, but he is fighting on!

[Nytrus pulls tighter, as Kelvin Gordon checks on Trey Baxter, as he slowly starts to fade out. Kelvin Gordon pulls his arm up, it drops once. He pulls his arm up again, as he does Baxter pulls his arm back up, and starts fighting to get out of the hold. He slowly walks Nytrus into the corner; he kicks off the turnbuckles, flips back over landing on his feet. Nytrus turns around, as he does; he gets kicked in the stomach. Baxter grabs him around his head, and drops him down with a swinging backbreaker. Baxter covers him, Kelvin Gordon counts

1..

2..… Kick out.

Thomas Simon: So close!

Bob Herman: Yet so far away!

[Baxter gets to his feet, as Nytrus lays on the mat, he turns him over on his stomach. Baxter pulls up Nytrus’s arms after a few slaps to his side. Nytrus pulls his arms up, and drives him into the mat with a curb stomp. Baxter kicks Nytrus over on his back; he jumps up landing down onto Nytrus with a jumping elbow drop. He moves back to his feet, and proceeds to drop numerous elbow drops down onto Nytrus. Baxter covers him, Kelvin Gordon counts]

1..

2.. Kick out.

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter trying to put Brandon Nytrus away, but he’ll have nothing of it.

Bob Herman: Brandon Nytrus won’t go down without a fight.

[Baxter stands arguing with Kelvin Gordon, as he does Nytrus moves up behind him locking his arms around him, and throws him back with a German suplex. Nytrus rolls through back to his feet, he has his arms locked around Baxter, and drops him with another German suplex. He rolls back up to his feet, and throws Baxter back down with yet another German suplex with a bridge, Kelvin Gordon counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

Thomas Simon: I thought that was it!

Bob Herman: So did I that was close!!

[Nytrus pulls Baxter up to his feet, he sends him into the ropes. Nytrus runs at him for a big boot, but Baxter runs under it. Nytrus turns around, as he does Baxter hits him with the running knee shot to the head. Baxter covers him, Kelvin Gordon counts]

1..

2.... Kick out.

[Baxter gets to his feet, he moves into the corner, and moves up the ropes. He stands on the top rope, and jumps off for a Moonsault, but Nytrus rolls out of the way, as Baxter slams into the mat.]

Thomas Simon: Brandon Nytrus just did move in time!!

Bob Herman: Brandon Nytrus has an open window now!

[Nytrus pulls Baxter to his feet, he hits him with a stiff spinning back fist, then a right and a left, as Baxter staggers back Nytrus spins around for an elbow shot, but Baxter ducks under it. Baxter goes for a super kick, but Nytrus ducks under it. Baxter turns, as he does Nytrus kicks him with a big boot that staggers him. Nytrus lifts him for a Next Level…..Baxter wiggles free dropping down. Nytrus turns and gets met with a kick to the gut. He hunches over as Baxter hooks the arms and jumps up nailing him with the LIGHTS OUT! Baxter covers, Gordon counts.]

1..

2..

3..

Freddie Class: The winner of this match and STILL!!!!! MPW World Heavyweight Champion!!!!! TREY BAXTER!!!!!!

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter has done it!

Bob Herman: What a match!

[Trey slowly rises to his feet; he takes the MPW World Heavyweight Title belt, and places his over his shoulder, as he’s catching his breath. Trey Baxter asks for a microphone. Trey walks around the ring, as he’s catching his breath.]

Trey Baxter: I’m going to make this short, and sweet. I’m your MPW World Heavyweight Champion, and with that comes challengers from all directions. I’m standing here waiting and ready for anyone, whether it be the Apostle Kried or Johnny Clash, who I heard talking earlier tonight, or even Brandon Nytrus again, it doesn’t matter I’m ready for anyone who wants to step up and take a shot!

[Trey drops the mic and climbs the turnbuckle hoisting his MPW title high in the air.]

Thomas Simon: He wanted to make a statement there and I believe he did.

Bob Herman: I know there is someone out there that can beat him…..I mean it can’t be tha……

Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD!!!

[Johnny Clash slips from under the ropes and pops up to his feet. Trey bounces down from the turnbuckle and immediately gets nailed with a clothesline taking the champ out. Baxter rolls on the ground as Clash takes his belt off and starts whipping Trey. Clash’s face is beat red with a sickening look in his eyes. He stops whipping Baxter as official run down to the ring to stop him. Clash tosses them aside and wraps the belt around Trey’s neck choking him. Johnny releases the belt as Trey falls forward dropping to the mat as he is out cold breathing real heavy.]

Thomas Simon: THAT SON OF A BITCH! Fan we are out of time we will see you next week……

[Screen fades on Clash holding the MPW World title in his hands with a sickening smirk on his face.]

I’ll think about it…..

[Screen fades into backstage. Brandon Nytrus is outside his locker room, angered from losing the world title match again. He's punching the wall in front of him, letting his anger out, then turns around to find himself almost eye to eye with the slightly bigger, Terrin Reign. Terrin and Brandon both stand silent for a second, before Terrin breaks the silence.]

Terrin Reign: Brandon, all I can tell you is that was a hell of a good job you did out there tonight. You may not have won, but you showed me you have some raw talent. And with the right training and mentoring, I think you can be someone.

[Brandon crosses his arms in front of his chest]

Brandon Nytrus: I Know that. What's it to you?

[Terrin rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm]

Terrin Reign: I'm sure you may have heard I'm starting a new stable of sorts around here. Blood Runs Cold...

Brandon Nytrus: So what you want me to replace Blaze? Are you serious?

[Terrin shakes his head and laughs at that question.]

Terrin Reign: Whoa! Hold up there. I said you had potential to be great. Blaze is already there. Just needs to get some shit straight in his head first. So, no, you're not replacing anyone. You're being given your one chance at getting the knowledge to take what you have and make it better.

[Terrin drops what looks to be a business card onto the table next to Nytrus.]

Brandon Nytrus: You really think you can make sure next time I face someone like Baxter I win?

Terrin Reign: All I do is tell you shit as straight as you can get it. No. Next time you face someone like Baxter I'm not saying you'll win. But, you will do better. Baxter and people like that are at the top of this company. You are going to be working your way up it as you learn to tear this place apart. You may not beat Baxter the next time you fight him... But, a few times down the road may be a different story.

[Nytrus glances at the card on the table and then back to Terrin]

Brandon Nytrus: I'll think about it

Terrin Reign: If you get interested in hooking up with us and learning a lot about this business... Get at me.

[Terrin Turns and walks away from him. Nytrus picks up the card and examines it, watching Terrin's back until he disappears as the screen fades to an MPW logo.]

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