Date: Thursday, October 25th, 2012
Channel: WTN (Wrestling Television Network)
Venue: The Mandalay Bay Events Center in Las Vegas, Nevada
Time: 9pm EST/ 5pm PST

[The theme song hits as pyro’s explode from the rafters. The TNT theme song plays as the fans cheer and the camera pans around the arena to cheering fans and signs in the crowd]

Thomas Simon: Welcome to Thursday Night Takedown!

Bob Herman: We have an incredible card lined up for you tonight

Thomas Simon: Let’s take you back to the end of the show last week!

{{LAST WEEK}}

[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.]

{{Replay End}}

Thomas Simon: We have no idea what got in to TWI last week but they made themselves known on more than one occasion.

Bob Herman: And than they……

Thomas Simon: Oh here we go..

[Walk Away hits as the fans begin to boo louder than ever. Rage and Johnny Clash walk out first in suits. Johnny lifts his sunglasses and looks out to the crowd. Biguns and Jason Xavier trail them. Johnny puts his arm around Biguns and they walk down the ramp]

Honey Winters: Please Welcome... True Wrestling Icons!

[Some more boos fill the arena. Rage and Johnny step up on to the apron and look at each other. Johnny puts his fist out and Rage hits it with his hand as they climb through the ropes and enter the ring. Biguns and Jason enter behind and Rage takes a microphone as the music dies down but the crowd lets them know how they feel]

Rage: As you just saw, we mean business. We are no pushovers and we certainly are no one to mess with. If you got a problem with us than you saw exactly what happened last week to ... Well the whole roster basically.

[The fans boo]

Rage: Don’t boo us! Just because they can’t live up to your expectations as fans and we can get the job done doesn’t mean you should hate on us!

[The fans keep booing as Rage paces back and forth getting worked up]

Rage: Clash! Here! Take the mic before I head out in to the crowd and rip apart these morons limb for limb!

[The fans boo even louder as Johnny takes the microphone and waits in still silence as the boo’s die down]

Johnny Clash: Ya done yet? Are you out of breath? You know the more you boo the more it makes me feel like I am doing my job correctly and will continue to do what we do.

Thomas Simon: Give me a break! Get these guys out of here, where is Madd Katt!?

Johnny Clash: I mean look at us. Me and Rage in our million dollar suits looking as Fly as an LL Cool J Video!

Thomas Simon: Did he just say LL Cool J?

Johnny Clash: and Jason Xavier our noble Prince. He isn’t wearing a suit but no one can pull off ripped jeans and a black tank top like this guy!

[Johnny messes up Jason’s hair as he continues walking. He stands in front of Biguns as she sticks her chest out and smirks at him]

Johnny Clash: And than there’s the sexy, fiesty, knowshowtogiveamanablowjob Ms Biguns. My god

[Johnny puts his hand on her chest and squeezes the left one than the right one]

Johnny Clash: Yup, just like I left em.

[The fans boo as Biguns giggles at Johnny and swats his hand away]

Johnny Clash: We are the first and last faces you see when you tune in every week and that is for a purpose. This is our show and it has been from the beginning. Sure we were sidetracked for a bit with some personal stuff but hey look, we are here now as one and we will not be stopped by anyone. Take a look at the two guys who we tortured the most over the past year, Chris Cable and Drake Hunter.

[The fans boo their names]

Johnny Clash: They couldn’t ever beat us, we tortured them and screwed with them over and over and where did that lead? They joined the dark side. Not saying we want anything to do with those idiots but I give credit where credit is due and those two have balls.

[Johnny stands back in the middle of the ring with Rage to his left and Jason and Biguns to his right]

Johnny Clash: It seems that something is missing here though and that is something that matches our Logo... Gold. So if you have gold around your waste, we want it and to put it simply.. You aren’t safe. That means everyone from TJ Pain to Trey Baxter. MPW you have officially been put on notice, signed, sealed, stamped.

[Johnny drops the microphone and Walk Away hits again. Johnny fixes his tie as the camera stares at him. He smirks as TWI exits the ring. They walk on to the stage and head to the back but Johnny stays behind. He pulls out a big black permanent marker and smirks. He throws the cap and walks over to the MPW Logo on the LCD Screen as it moves by. He holds the marker to the screen and autographs it with Johnny Clash TWI.]

Thomas Simon: TWI is completely out of control someone needs to put an end to this.

Bob Herman: Well I’m sure our Champion will have something to say about this as TWI called them out

Thomas Simon: Well we are sorry about that folks but we will be right back and jump right in to the action when we get back!

SANDWICH TIME WITH PRIMAL

[The shot opens in what looks like the settings of a cooking show, with a stove pots and pans and other kitchen utilities. After a few seconds Primal walks into the shot wearing an apron and a chefs hat , with a weird smile on his face]

Primal: Good evening everybody, today we are going to learn how to make a humble sand wish

[He ducks under the kitchen counter and reappears with some bread, peanut butter and jelly.]

Primal: we start with the bread and smear some peanut butter on it... be generous with it... and on the other we smear jelly and then we squash it together!!!

[Violently he starts squashing the pieces of bread together as his expression changes to a dark, grim mask of hate and frustration]

Primal: This sandwich is for you Bliss!... you squashed me like this bread!!!!

[Slowly he holds up the crumbling sandwich]

Primal: You beat me and proved to me, why you hold that title... and I don't

[His head sinks down and a growl escapes him before he looks back up]

Primal: I underestimated you, no overestimated myself I had the championship I had what I needed to make my plan work and because of my foolishness I dropped it

[A sick smile starts playing on his lips as he stares into the camera with a twisted look on his face]

Primal: But now the time for talk is over, as of now the beast is unleashed and its time to feast on MPW

[Primal starts to laugh a deep and roaring laughter as the shot slowly fades to commercial.]

FLAWLESS VS. DISTORTION

Honey Winters: This match is set for one fall and is a tag team match Introducing first weighing in at 492lbs FLAAAWWWLEEEEESSSSS!

[Pistol and Palmero make there way down to the ring in an arrogant manor. Brushing off fans looking to get a high five. They enter the ring and pose while waiting for there opponents.]

[Why can't we be friends by Smash mouth hits and Distortion comes bouncing out on stage waving and dancing, in their straightjackets, both holding a small bag.]

Honey Winters: Their opponents weighing in at 459lbs DIIISTOOORTIIIOOONNN!

[Jokah and Reapah start dancing down the ramp throwing out sock puppets to the fans, who meets them with a mixed reaction, they finally get to ringside and start shaking hands with people around the ring, even Bob and Thomas, before sliding in the ring where they mount the corners as the music fades out.]

Thomas Simon: Well these two are really something else

Bob Herman: Yeah its looks like the circus is in town

[Distortion puts their jackets in the ring corner and walk over to Flawless extending their hands for a show of sportsmanship. Pistol and Palermo just stares at them confused then slap their hands away, but Jokah and Reapah, just grabs them and tries to give them a hug]

Thomas Simon: what is wrong with these guys?

Bob Herman: I think they just want to be friends with Flawless

[As the bell rings Distortion finally gives up and turns to return to their corner, but from behind Flawless sneaks up on them looking to land an attack, Jokah spins around and lands a an Enziguri to Pistol, as Reapah nearly takes Palermo's head off with a discus clothesline before rolling him to the outside as he steps out on the apron.]

Bob Herman: Seems like there was a flaw in Flawless' game plan there

[Jokah is rebounding off the ropes as Kenny Pistol is getting up, Jokah steps up onto his opponents knee and lands a devastating Shining Wizard. Quickly the masked man follows up dragging Pistol back to his feet and going for the tag. As he gets to his corner Reapah isn't there Jokah looks around and finally Reapah shouts at him from ringside, where he found a girl with a I'm with stupid sign. Jokah lets Kenny Pistol go and joins up with his partner as the referee and Flawless stares at them looking confused. Howard Green starts his ten count.]

Thomas Simon: What the hell are they doing

Bob Herman: I think its called flirting

Thomas Simon: But there in the middle of a match

[Suddenly it seems like Reapah remembers why they are there and grabs Jokah and pulls him to wards the ring. Jokah quickly rolls in by the count of nine as Reapah jumps up on the apron. Kenny Pistol is quickly on his opponent as he rolls in stomping away on the masked man before dragging him up to his feet and over to the corner, where Luke Palermo is waiting, they tag and both grab Jokah by the arms whipping him into the ropes. As Jokah rebounds, Reapah blind tags, Jokah ducks a double clothesline and stops himself on the opposite side staring at Flawless, who spins around, Jokah points behind them and as the two turn Reapah grabs their heads and bangs them together. Pistol goes down and rolls out as Distortion grabs Palermo and whips him to the ropes nailing him with a double bicycle kick.]

Thomas Simon: What the hell are they doing Bob?

Bob Herman: Its called the Can-Can a dance Tom

Thomas Simon: But this is a wrestling match

[Howard Green finally gets the dancing duo to stop and escort Jokah to the corner as Luke Palermo is up again and him and Reapah locks up in the collar and elbow. Luke quickly gains advantage and goes behind with the waistlock, but Reapah nails him with a back elbow sending him staggering backwards as he himself runs into the ropes and rebounds spinning around Luke Palermo and taking him down with his signature Rollerblade. Swiftly he jumps to his feet and tags Jokah, who quickly jumps the turnbuckles and into Reapah arms in a Crucifix hold as Palermo rises, Reapah throws Jokah at him and Palermo is flattened with a clothesline like maneuver, Jokah rolls him over for the pin.]

[Kenny Pistol enters the ring to safe his partner, but so is Reapah and Pistol is taken out of the ring with a strong lariat as Howard Green starts count]

[...1...2...3... DING DING DING as Why cant we be friends hit, Distortion starts dancing around in the ring spinning Howard Green between them]

Honey Winters: And here are your winners DIIIISTOOORRRTIIIOOONNN!

Thomas Simon: what the hell

Bob Herman: These two are a disgrace to our business

[Distortion finally stop dancing as they grab their jackets and go after Flawless wrapping them up in the straightjackets and start dragging them down the ramp, stopping at the girl from before and having a laugh about her sign as we go to commercial]

PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!

[As the enormous screen at the front of the set came to life the arena erupted into murmurs and conjecture as the image of a shaky camera was seen moving a short distance down a narrow backstage hallway and then it comes to a stop just in front of an open doorway. The arena was suddenly engulfed in an enormous pop when the all saw the camera had stopped just in front of Aidan Caine’s locker room. The two obviously did not realize they were being filmed as they were caught in the throes of a deep discussion. Caine stood with his arms folded across his chest as Electra stood in front of him, her hands on his arms.]

Electra Stevens: Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!

Aidan Caine: Yes, I do.

Electra Stevens: Why? I mean, I know why but why like this Aidan? Don't get me wrong, its not that I lack confidence in you its just....This match is… there’s a reason they never happen anymore! They’re just too dangerous! He could pull a knife!

Aidan Caine: Yeah, he could, but so could I... The man is a boil on the butt of MPW that needs to be lanced Lexi! I know it, you know it, the fans know it, and I’m pretty sure Romney and Obama discussed it in the debate the other night!

Electra Stevens: Oh Aidan come on, be serious for a second. You know you have to think about more than yourself and Gracie now. I just can't handle seeing you in the hospital again...

[Subconsciously one of her hands dropped to her stomach along with Caine’s eyes.]

Electra Stevens: So give me one good reason why you are risking so much. This isn’t just about that Roll of the Dice briefcase. This could end your career or worse! Give me one good reason you need to face him like this.

Aidan Caine: Because if I don’t do this he will never stop. He has threatened my daughter, put my personal life on display, stuck me in a hospital bed for weeks, revealed your pregnancy to the world, threatened to hurt you, hurt the baby, actually even slammed you into a truck, and now he hates me so much that he… Electra, he talked his way into my dead fiancé’s family home, took her urn, and poured her ashes down a toilet! I’m not going to let him get away with that and I’m not going to let those TWI band of idiots walk around here running amok and thinking they own this place! I owe that much to you, to me, to our family, and to all the MPW fans! I can’t let him walk away with that Roll of the Dice briefcase because you know what? That puts him one step closer to the World title. That. Can’t. Happen. Have you heard them? Those fans? The people of MPW? They WANT this! The response to this match has been huge! And you know me, I’m always going to try to give them what they want, because the thing that people seem to forget is that we wouldn’t be here without the fans.

Electra Stevens: I'm sorry about Lauren, it was a disgusting display, But Aidan, maybe they are asking too much of you this time. Trust me, I know, they have all given me my career too and I am so thankful for that but, when this is all over they won’t be the ones left picking up the pieces. They aren't the ones that have to watch someone struggle for life....

[As the fans looked on, a single tear started down her cheek, Caine dropped his defensive and stoic stance, enveloping Electra in a hug that left their foreheads touching and their eyes closed. Fans cheered the intimate moment that Caine and Electra still thought was all their own, especially when they heard Caine’s next words.]

Aidan Caine: He is going to pay for what he has done. Every single day for the rest of his sad, pathetic life if I can help it.

[She sighed loudly but didn’t move a muscle and neither did Caine.]

Electra Stevens: Well then, if you are going to insist on doing this you know what you have to do right? How far you will have to go?

[She offered up a sad half smile.]

Aidan Caine: No holding back, no giving up, no mercy, and leaving no room for regrets.

Electra Stevens: Unfortunately... yes....

[Slowly the scene faded to black, ending with the tense notes of silent acceptance hanging heavily in the air. Cut to commercial]

WAR OF WORDS

[The scene then shifts backstage, where Tim Bowers is standing backstage]

Tim Bowers: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Number One Contender for the X-Core Championship, Jordan Storm

[The crowd cheers in the background, as Storm appears, dressed in a burgundy shirt and some jeans. He shakes Tim's hand]

Tim Bowers: Jordan, in just over two weeks time, you will face the biggest challenge and the biggest match of your short career, when you face current X-Core Champion, Ash Soulsfate, in a match for the X-Core title. What are your thoughts on Ash and the X-Core title

Jordan Storm: Well, Tim, I understand how good Ash is. I mean, you don't become X-Core Champion without having some sort of ability. But I also know, that when it comes time for me to step up and prove myself and gain 10 pounds of gold around my waist, that I will be ready. You see, I am the hottest young stars in this industry and- What do you want?

[Current X-Core Champion Ash Soulsfate comes into the picture, his title on his shoulder. Ash laughs, before grabbing the mic off Tim]

Ash Soulsfate: Hottest young star? People are still learning your name out there, to them you're just another bitch with a ponytail telling them that you are ready for something you have no idea about. When you're in the ring with me, you will experience hell....my hell. But you were kind of right about one thing: I do have ability. I have the most wrestling ability of anyone on this roster. You, my little Australian friend, have been here 5 minutes and already you're telling us how great you. Tell me when you win multiple World Titles how great you are. I'm telling you this, "Stormtrooper", you ain't getting this gold around your waist, as long as I am champion"

[Storm snatches the mic off Ash]

Jordan Storm: Look, Ash, I'm not going to get into a petty little war of words with you. Why? Because words don't mean nothing when it comes to titles. You can claim to be the best, but I want to see you put your money where your big mouth is. You think that it'll just be a stroll in the park for you, that you'll walk all over me

Ash Soulsfate: Pretty much

Ash says with a smug smile.

Jordan Storm: Well, I got news for you: I'm not going down without a fight. You underestimate me, because I'm new here. Big mistake. It's a mistake that will cost you that title. It's a mistake that is going to put me on the map. It's a mistake that'll have Honey Winters announcing me as the new X-Core Champion. Like I said before, words don't mean that much to me, which is why at Uncivil War, I'll let my actions speak louder than my words

[Jordan and Ash then get nose to nose, both trash talking. After a few seconds, Ash slaps Jordan in the face and holds up his X-Core Championship]

CHICKEN VS. CHRIS CABLE

[“Machinehead” by Bush hits as we see Cable come to the stage doing a 360 spin and follows up by showing his elbow to the crowd. He walks to the ring and does the same in the ring with fireworks going off on the corner posts.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen introducing first he is……..CHRIS CABLE!!!!!!!!

[“Hit That” by Offspring plays and 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 Chris Cable who is just staring him down.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent………….CHICKKKKKKKKENNNNNNNNNNNN!

[The bell rings as Chicken and Cable begin to circle each other. You can tell that Chicken wants no part of Cable who walks up to Chicken who tries to run. Cable chases Chicken around the ring for a few seconds before just stopping meanwhile Chicken continues to run not knowing that Cable has stopped running after him. Chicken stops as he realizes nobody is chasing him anymore and as he turns to find Cable he is caught off guard when he's hit by a hard spear by Cable. Cable quickly bounces to his feet as the crowd begins to boo him. He picks Chicken up and whips him hard into the corner where Chicken runs into the turnbuckle hard as he is dazed and stumbles off Cable quickly hits him with a reverse neckbreaker. Cable climbs up to the top rope where he begins to pump the crowd up and he immediately gets a huge pop from the crowd as he waits for Chicken to make his way to his feet. Once Chicken finally makes it to his feet and turns to face him, Cable jumps off the top rope and connects with a hard missile dropkick that connects with the side of Chicken's face and sends him down to the mat and immediately grabs his face. Cable gets to his feet and mounts Chicken before nailing him with repeated elbow strikes until the referee finally comes over and puts an end to it. Cable backs off as he looks around at the crowd and then looks down on his fallen opponent who has made his way to all fours. Cable waits for Chicken to make his way to his feet and as soon as he does he starts hitting him with Cable Rush! Cable connects with one of his signature moves as he hits Chicken with an elbow furry followed by a rolling elbow.]

Thomas Simon: Cable Rush! This one might be over!

Bob Herman: That sure was a lot of elbows.

[Chicken falls to the ground and Cable jumps on top of him for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!!!]

Thomas Simon: Chicken is able to get a shoulder up at the very last second!

Bob Herman: I definitely thought this match was over.

[Cable sits up on his knee's as he can't believe Chicken was able to kick out. Cable gets to his feet before picking Chicken up and going for a fast clothesline that Chicken is somehow able to duck under but then is hit by a quick kick to the stomach by Cable. Cable then grabs a hold of Chicken's arm and whips him into the ropes. As Chicken bounces off the ropes Cable tries to hit him with yet another clothesline but Chicken is once again able to duck under it before bouncing off the ropes and hitting Cable with a dropkick that sends him stumbling but doesn't send him down. Chicken quickly gets up and hits Cable with another dropkick which this time sends Cable down but not for long. Cable quickly springs up to his feet but is immediately met with a battering ram by chicken right to the gut. Cable immediately grabs his stomach in pain which gives Chicken the time to connect with a reverse bulldog. Chicken hooks Cable's leg for the pin!]

Thomas Simon: We might have an upset here!

Bob Herman: Is Chicken about to beat the much bigger Cable?

[1...2.Kickout! Cable is able to kick out pretty easily as he basically throws the much smaller Chicken off of him. As Cable slowly makes his way up Chicken climbs up to the top rope and as soon as Cable turns to face him Chicken jumps off and connects with a cross body. Chicken wastes no time as he quickly climbs back up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Cable to make his way to his feet and as he does Chicken flies through the air and this time connects with a flying clothesline! The crowd goes crazy!]

Thomas Simon: Chicken has somehow taken complete control of this match.

[Chicken looks around the crowd with a crazed look on his face as it looks like he's ready to go for his finisher.]

Thomas Simon: Is Chicken getting ready to try to end this match?

Bob Herman: It would be a very impressive win for the youngster if he was able to somehow beat Chris Cable here tonight.

[Chicken picks up Cable by the hair before dragging him over to the corner where Chicken jumps up to the second turnbuckle before grabbing a hold of Cable's head and then twisting him around with a Tornado DDT!]

Thomas Simon: Chicken just hit his finisher on Cable! This has to be it!

[Chicken gets a big pop from the crowd as he goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!]

Thomas Simon: Cable kicks out again! This has turned out to be one hell of a match between these two wrestlers here tonight.

[Chicken sits up on his knee's as he can't believe Cable was able to kick out. Chicken stands up as he stares down at Cable who is now beginning to slowly make his way to his feet. Chicken helps him up and tries to whip him into the ropes but Cable is able to reverse it and send Chicken into the ropes. As soon as Chicken bounces back off the ropes he is caught by Cable who lifts him up high and slams him down hard on his back with a spinebuster! Cable goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Chicken just barely gets his shoulder up to stop the 3 count! Cable gets to his feet as he gets in the refs face saying he counted slow. Cable then turns his attention back towards Chicken who has made his way onto all fours. Cable gets a running start before connecting with a punt to the face of Chicken which sends Chicken flipping over onto his back.]

Thomas Simon: KO Kick! Cable just connected with the KO Kick!

Bob Herman: This one is definitely over now!

[Instead of going for the pin Cable picks Chicken up and turns him around before grabbing him around the head and connecting with Cable's Welcome!]

Thomas Simon: What's wrong with this man? Chicken is obviously out of it! Just pin the poor guy!

Bob Herman: He's having his fun...leave him alone.

[Cable hooks the leg of Chicken for the pin! 1...2...3! Chris Cable is able to pick up the victory over Chicken!]

LAURA TAVARES VS. IAN ANDREWS

[Come back from commercial and Ian Andrews is already in the ring with his theme music playing the background.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen already in the ring at this time he is IAN ANDREWS!

Honey Winters: And his opponent she is LAURA TAVARES!!!

[“Going Under” by Evanescence blasts and Laura walks out to a deafening POP. She walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.]

[The bell rings as the two tie up with Andrews getting the early advantage by dragging Laura to corner where the referee orders the release after a 3 count. Andrews releases the tie and gets a cheap right in. Andrews now goes on the attack with continued rights to the surprised Tavares. Andrews then attempts to whip Laura to the opposite corner but Laura counters by instead whipping Andrews. Laura than runs as Andrews but Ian lifts his legs and counters with a two foot kick into the jaw of Laura. Ian then waits for Laura to turn around and hits her with a running clothesline that downs Tavares. Ian then proceeds to pick up Laura but Laura counters as she is on her knees with a right hand to the gut of Andrews. Laura reaches her feet and continues the assault with rights until Andrews hits the ropes where Laura clotheslines him over the top rope]

Thomas Simon: Look at this, we are only a couple of minutes into this bout and it has already spread to the outside!

[Laura roles out of the ring and grabs Andrews who is groggy from the hard fall and drags him to the ring apron where she smashes his head into the apron, Laura then grabs Andrews once again this time to the ring barricade where she repeats the head smash but this time on the barricade. Tavares grabs Andrews a third time and throws him back into the ring on the referee's 7 count. Laura now is getting bask into the ring only to be hit by the surprise dropkick to the knee by Andrews which leaves Laura near the ring ropes holding her knee in pain. The crowd gasp at the high impact of the move.]

Bob Herman: This is why this man is a gold medalist, he is a great wrestler that is now going to destroy Laura Tavares!

Thomas Simon: Well Bobo Laura is one tough cookie as we have learnt over the last year and she wont just fade away that easy

[Andrews taunts Laura and the crowd to the boos of the crowd. Andrews now grabs Laura by the leg he kicked and drags her to the centre of the ring where he places an elbow drop right to the knee. Laura screams in pain as Andrews gets back up and multiple times hits the elbow drop. Andrews releases the leg and gets up whilst Laura is on the ground holding her knee. Andrews then continues the assault by grabbing Laura's leg once again, placing flat on the mat and stomps on it. Andrews doesn't stop there as he drags Laura this time to the ropes where he hooks her leg over the rope and then follows by putting his own foot onto the injured knee of Laura and puts weight on it. The referee counts to 4 before Andrews releases the pressure on Laura's knee.]

Thomas Simon: Laura must be a whole lot of pain right now! Ian Andrews is picking her apart with some methodical wrestling.

[Andrew lifts Laura up and grabs her knee and lifts her into the air with a knee smash. Laura falls to the ground as Andrew now covers Laura

1........2....... kickout

Laura jumps to her feet as Ian is stunned. She kicks him in the stomach and sets him up. She hits the Implant Buster and rolls him over for the pin. 1.....2.....3.!

Thomas Simon: isn't that ironic she hit the implant buster on Ian? Great win nonetheless!

Bob Herman: Laura looks fantastic out there. Glad to have her back……wait cut to another commercial?? Again? COME ON!

I WAS HERE, SIMPLY TO WRESTLE!

[Burn It Down by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play, and the entrance way turns green, and out walks Ash Soulsfate in a neck brace, and walking very carefully. For once showing this man is vulnerable, he walks down the ramp as the audience screams that Ash has gotten what he deserves and Ash is silent back to the crowd. Ash looks as if he's feeling sorry for himself. Ash makes his way up the stairs and climbs into the ring holding his neck and grimacing. Ash is handed a microphone.]

Ash Soulsfate: I was here, simply to wrestle. I was never here to get attacked, I was never here to be humiliated by Rage, Johnny Clash and the oh so powerful Jason X. Oh man when I felt their power, it made me realize that I am no champion at all. This has all been a sham. And so with a heavy heart, I have to say the following....

[Ash places his X-Core Championship on the mat before him with his head hung low.]

Ash Soulsfate: And what I have to say is...I'm sorry to inform the MPW that....

[Ash lifts his head with a smile. He rips off his neck brace, showing he was never hurt at all.]

Ash Soulsfate: I AM the motherfuckin' X-Core Champion! That I will never back down to anyone. FUCK Jason X, fuck Rage and fuck Johnny Clash. You see it was Jason X who was hit with the AMF, more than once at Aftershock and I must've knocked a few screws loose. But to step back and imagine, how Jason X had to walk back to his little buddies Rage and Johnny Clash and have to get them to do all together what Jason X couldn't, which was put my ass on that mat. I don't have friends here in the MPW and I don't need them. I see three guys, who can't stand on their own two feet so they've joined together in some sort of neanderthal group. Rage, you and I never had a problem now we definitely do, Johnny Clash, I get why you support Jason X....it's because Jason X plays second fiddle to me just like you will always live in Trey Baxter's shadow. You thought your little attack would shut me down. You think that this was the end of the road you sons of bitches. No, what you did was make things worse for you, because now, it will be my absolute pleasure to outshine all three of you. Johnny Clash, you have your hook ups and Rage, as horrible at putting words together as you are, you find yourself near the top of the card. What it is, is open season, and sure, I'm busy defending what your little buddy couldn't win at Aftershock, I'll say this, anytime, any place. And one day you will be on the other side of that ring from me. And when it you are, Johnny, your hook ups won't mean shit. Rage, your nose and muscles will not be a factor, and Jason X, your head will simply be your mother's new bicycle seat. All of you.....Welcome to the Hunt!

[Ash drops the mic and picks up his X-Core title and puts it back where it belongs....on his shoulder. The scene fades to commercial break.]

YOU GUYS AREN’T WORTH MY TIME.

[The crowd cheers as we come back from commercial and Laura Tavares is walking down the hallway in her wrestling gear and a towel around her neck. Chicken walks by and pats her on the back]

Chicken: Great match Laura! You killed it!

Laura Tavares: Thanks Chicken you too!

[Laura keeps walking and her face changes to a scowl as she walks slower and looks forward. Johnny Clash and Ms. Biguns are stopped staring at her as she walks by. Johnny pushes his sunglasses down and takes a look at Laura]

Johnny Clash: I thought I smelled something funny.

[Johnny laughs as Laura stops in her tracks keeping her back towards them but makes a pissed off expression. She turns around as Johnny and Biguns stare at her with arrogant smiles]

Laura Tavares: Johnny babe, that’s that skank next to you that smells a little funky. Maybe she should take a shower every once in a while. Especially after reading your tweets because that stuff makes us all sick.

Johnny Clash: Laura Laura, listen there’s no reason to be mad at us just because me and Biguns do things that you only dreamed about.

Laura Tavares: You know what Johnny, you guys just aren’t worth my time right now.

[Laura turns around to walk away]

Ms. Biguns: Not worth those dollar store funbags in our face either. Cover yourself up girl

[Laura turns around again]

Laura Tavares: You want to talk dollar store funbags? What about those nasty balloons on your chest? Surprised they aren’t around your ankles by now!

Ms. Biguns: Are you sure you want to do this bitch?

[Laura slaps Biguns and Biguns fires back. They start brawling as Johnny steps back and watches. Referee’s and security run in to separate them. They pull them apart and Johnny puts his arm around Biguns]

Johnny Clash: Let’s go while they scrape the road kill off the road.

[Laura stares them down breathing heavily and blowing the hair out of her face. She shakes her head as the scene fades]

TERRIN REIGN VS. MARINO/PAYNE

Thomas Simon: Welcome back MPW fans.. we've already started to see some action out there and we don't even have all three wrestlers in the ring yet.

Bob Herman: Rye doesn't seem to realize that Marino is supposed to be his partner tonight

[ Rye is show, shouting, getting right into the face of Marino who's got his hands raised, arguing back with the other man. Rye shoves him by the shoulders. A look crosses Marino's face and he pushes back]

Bob Herman: Looks like this may be an easy match for Terrin Reign

Thomas Simon: He hasn't even come out yet. What's he waiting for?

Bob Herman [with a laugh]: why waste your energy when they could be doing all the work for you? It's called strategy.

[ Rye lands a punch right to Marino's stomach, causing him to double over.]

Thomas Simon: Doesn't he know that Marino is his partner?

Bob Herman: And he doesn't know that obviously he needs all the help he can get if he wants to get any kind of advantage over Reign. Have you see that guy?

[ Rye gets up on the ropes and starts calling toward the stage, shouting for Reign to get his ass out to the ring, meanwhile Marino staggers toward Rye , pushing him. Rye loses his grip, and flips over the rope, holding on before losing his grip and landing to the mats below. Marino slides under the ropes to continue his assault when Pantera's "Five Minutes Alone" blasts over the speakers. Marino looks up and Rye sits up and they await the large man's arrival, but no one comes out from the top of the ramp. Marino doesn't see Reign come up behind him, having entered the action from the crowd. Reign does a double axe handle over Marino's head, knocking him to the mat. The Bell rings]

Thomas Simon: Look at that.... now this match as officially started

Bob Herman: Don't blink Tommy boy, Terrin Reign is about to clean up some trash and it won't take long.

[Reign moves over to Rye , who starts to crab walk backwards away from him, showing the audience that he wasn't prepared at all. It doesn't take long for Reign to pick him up by the collar. and stare into his face. The ref has appears and starts to count them all out. Rye is trying to claw at Reign's hand. A slow satisfied smile starts over his face as he throws the smaller man to the apron. Rye rolls underneath and on his feet he starts away from the larger man. Reign then turns to Marino and does the same, only shoving him under himself since he's still disoriented and groggy. He climbs in just as the ref counts to 8. he looks down at Marino a second before stalking toward Rye . rye runs at him, trying to spear him, but only hitting a wall and bouncing back. he shakes his head and tries to punch him. Reign grabs his fist in mid punch and squeezes his smaller hand until he hears the familiar cracking of bones. Rye screams out in pain. he holds his broken fist near his chest and is so busy concentrating and screaming out 'my hand... my hand' that Reign is able to deliver a kick to Rye 's head, sending him to the mat.]

Bob Herman: See Tommy... what did I tell you... Quick work

Thomas Simon: I really wish you'd stop calling me that. Looks like Marino is starting to get up.

[Reign is already on it though. He picks up the slightly conscious Marino up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry position, then throws Marino's feet upward, driving his head hard to the mat with a strong Death Valley Driver. He grabs Marino's arm and drags him across the mat and throws him on top of Rye and places a boot at Marino's neck. He waves at he ref who rushes over to count both opponents out. 1....2....3.... The ref holds up Reign's hand in victory]

Thomas Simon: this was an easy victory for reign. he hasn't even broken a sweat.

Bob Herman: That was total domination. The rest of the roster beware, Reign has been in this business a long time and is looking to kick some ass... Marino and Rye are just practice shots and not even good practice.

Thomas Simon: Oh look, he's wanting a mic...

[They hand Terrin a mic and he walks back to the middle of the ring.]

Terrin Reign: I seriously hope the competition gets better than this. [Terrin looks at the broken bodies from his match.]

Terrin Reign: It's time I introduce myself. My name is Terrin Reign. I'm here to fight and take my crew to the next level. We're on a mission to obtain every piece of gold here. I'm not beating around the bush or waiting in any fucking lines. That's not how we do it. We're not going to come out here and tell you any kind of jokes, we've got enough comedians in the back for that.

[Terrin walks towards the ropes.]

Terrin Reign: Instead, we'll be the guys that let these tired ass comedians run their schtick, then we'll step in and beat the fuck out of them for the encore. We're simply put... Here to dominate. Fight who the hell ever wants to get in the ring with us and take their title if they're carrying one. And if any champion refuses to fight us?

[Terrin smiles coldly.]

Terrin Reign: Then we'll beat that motherfucker's door down and make him fight. We don't care who we fight as long as someone steps up to the plate. Whether it's Apostle Kried, Aiden Caine, Trey Baxter or any MPW faithful guys. Rage, Clash or any of those fucking TWI kids. We don't care. We only say shut your mouth, knuckle up and get in our damn ring.

[Terrin drops the mic back down as Pantera's "5 Minutes Alone" hits over the PA again.]

DO SOMETHIN’

[“One Step closer” by Linkin Park starts over the speakers. The fans cheer as Madd Katt makes his way down to the ring. The ring has a table with a chair set up at it and Madd Katt is dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans. Honey Winters hands him a mic before he enters the ring. the crowd quiets down as MK moves the mic to his lips.]

Madd Katt: Thank you... thank you. Now I know you all are probably wondering what I'm doing out here tonight, in the middle of a ring with this setup. It looks an awful lot like someone is going to sign a contract here in MPW... well you’re right... someone is, but you’ll probably be surprised by who and for what....see this person is not coming here for a traditional contract. So why don’t we just get a move on, I’m sure everyone would much rather see the action planned for tonight.

[The intro to “do somethin’” starts up and the crowd starts to cheer again. Electra Stevens appears at the top of the ramp. She’s dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt. Her hair is pulled back into a braid. She smiles and waves at the fans as she makes her way into the ring, Madd Katt lifts the top rope so that she can climb in. He takes her hand and gives her a kiss on the cheek before they move to the center of the ring.]

Madd Katt: The lovely Electra Stevens....

Bob Herman: O.M.G... she’s back...

Thomas Simon: Keep it in your pants old man. It does look like Electra Stevens has returned to MPW after months of being MIA.

Bob Herman: But she’s been busy....

[Electra smiles and offers a wave.]

Madd Katt: Now, it’s not a secret anymore about Electra’s pregnancy so this of course means that she cannot come back to her wrestling career for some time, however... her skills won’t go to waste. I took some time out of my schedule a few weeks ago to talk to her about becoming my executive assistant... someone with knowledge of this business that could help me when I needed it. her contract is for 6 months with an option to come back in the same capacity or as a wrestler whenever she feels she’s ready.

[Madd Katt handed her the mic.]

Electra Stevens: Thank you. It’s nice to be back and with such a warm welcome. I look forward to helping Madd Katt behind the scenes, continuing to help make MPW an awesome show for you... the fans...

[Suddenly “Lights out” starts up and Electra stops talking and she and Madd Katt both turn to the ramp. Justin Fischer appears, mic in hand, tag belt around his waist. He’s dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt that says “In the End...”]

Thomas Simon: What’s Justin doing? Hasn’t he caused enough problems?

Bob Herman: They say to watch out for a woman scorned.....

Thomas Simon: I don’t think Electra is too upset about losing her friendship with Justin after what he did.

Bob Herman: I was referring to Justin...

[He makes his way down to the ring, climbs in and stares at both Madd Katt and Electra before bringing the mic to his lips as his music fades out.]

Justin Fischer: Are you serious? You're going to come here and work as an assistant... with me and rage and drake all mingling around... your three pissed off Exes. That’s kind of bold isn’t it? Think you’ll be safe here?

Electra Stevens: You’re really going to come after me Justin? For what reason. You said your peace weeks ago and I accepted it. I haven’t bothered you since.

Justin Fischer: Oh... but my revenge has yet to finish playing out.

Electra Stevens: Revenge? Please Justin... Grow up. You already shared my big secret with the whole god-damn world. Caused more problems between Aidan and I... what else do you want?

[Justin put a finger to his lips and tapped it, looking skyward as if thinking of his answer.]

Justin Fischer: Well baby... what I want is for you to be as miserable as I was for all those years. While you had fun with your Drake’s and Caine’s and I got to sit around in the friend zone. Think of how much better off you’d be if you had just followed through with your original plan the night before you married Ryan...

Electra Stevens: Actually I have thought about that recently and I came to the conclusion that I would still hate your guts.

[Justin shook his head with an amused look on his face.]

Justin Fischer: I highly doubt that.. but well your loss.

Electra Stevens: That’s right... you have ‘Bella’ now don’t you... the girl who looks suspiciously a lot like me in some ways.... hmmmm....

Justin Fischer: Well thankfully she’s nothing like you...

[By this time, Honey had handed up another microphone to Madd Katt.]

Madd Katt: Hey now... enough. Electra is part of my staff and she is not to have any physical harm done to her, by you... Rage, Drake or any roster members... got it?

[Justin smirked.]

Justin Fischer: Physical harm? No problemo boss man. I didn’t come out here intending to cause “physical” harm.

Electra Stevens: What the hell Justin. Can’t you just let it go? Your obviously happy with how your life has turned out now.. Tag champ... part of a stable... new girlfriend... what else you want?

Justin Fischer: Nothing major... the truth maybe. Why don’t you tell the world who the baby daddy really is?

[Electra stared at him a moment but didn’t react.]

Electra Stevens: Aidan Caine. I think everyone already knows that.

Justin Fischer: Lies... all pretty little lies and you know why she lies...?

[He turned to the fans and then back to Electra]

Justin Fischer: Because you're ashamed, embarrassed... whatever the word is because you don't know for sure who the baby daddy really is... see You all know that I have my ways of finding out anything I want, so when your obstetrician's office had the easiest network password in the world, I just had to click a few buttons to get your record.

[He pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opens it up. He shows it to the fans.]

Justin Fischer: See that... official records and it says right here in doctor’s notes... Doesn’t know if Father is current boyfriend or ex-husband....hmmm and we all know who your current boyfriend is, but enlighten us again Lexi about who your ex-husband is?

[Before Electra can answer Madd Katt interrupts]

Madd Katt: That’s enough Justin.

Justin Fischer: No you see boss man... I don’t even think you know the sordid details. Seems that Miss perfect here had a slip up and now she doesn’t know if she’s having demon or redneck spawn. Frankly either is awful....

[“Smack Down” begins to play, interrupting Justin mid-sentence, and the arena erupted into a massive pop that only grew louder as Aidan Caine stepped out from the backstage area. He paused at the top of the ramp, a dark smirk on his face. He momentarily raised his Roll of the Dice briefcase into the air before pounding his chest, just over his heart once, and then pointing out into the stands in a silent tribute to the fans before making a beeline for the ring. Climbing in he immediately got right into Justin’s face, pulling a microphone out of his back pocket and speaking to Justin with tone that was both icy and still typical Caine.]

Aidan Caine: I’ll tell you what is awful. Having to sit in the back and listen to you go on and on and ON like a freakin Jersey Shore marathon... which come to think of it, would actually be more interesting and less likely to cause mass suicide due to boredom. Revenge huh? That’s what this has all been about? Lexi here can’t help it if you are miserable. Small dick syndrome is not a reason to be mad at the world man. One day there may be a cure so until that day comes... just have faith, hang in there, and stop “projecting.” It’s boring. And I think all these fine people here tonight would agree with me when I ask you to please shut your pie hole and accept the fact that you will always be “stuck in the friend zone” by any female that has the ability to see... or hear... or touch... okay, we’ll just cover all our bases and say any senses at all. So Justin if you’re looking for a good time why don’t you head on over to the coma wing? That’s where you’ll find the right woman for you. And Lexi, if this guy ever does come out of the closet and I’m ever in a coma again? Please don’t let him pay me a visit. Please?

[There came the sounds of cheers and laughter from the fans and Caine turned his attention back to Justin, his voice losing what little good-natured humour had been present.]

Aidan Caine: So, what was the password for the OB clinic huh? Justin Fisher Is A Dumbass? Justin Fischer is about to get his ass kicked? Kinda long but I think they both have nice rings to em. I warned you once before to stay out of our business and you didn’t listen. So, you can do yourself a favour and walk away right now and maybe, just maybe, I’ll leave what I know about YOU stuck in here.

[Caine pointed to his head before bowing his shoulders in Justin’s direction and clenching his free hand into a fist.]

Aidan Caine: Get to walking, or get to hurting, little man.

Justin Fischer: Whoa... you're going to start using that useless boring dribble on me you hoedown country redneck.. sure.. whatever floats your boat... but I bet that it just kills you inside to know that that kid might not be yours... just like it eats you up that when you were unable to protect your sweetheart and she came running to me... so tell me... how do you feel about the fact that Electra might be carrying another Stiles baby....how do you feel that she thought I was her #2 go to person in times of trouble.....

[He offered up his trademark cocky smirk]

Justin Fischer: Oh and yeah... by the way, When I said that Rage wasn’t the only one I shared your little secret with... I wasn’t bluffing. it’s not nice to keep secrets you know....

[He continued to smirk, not at all intimidated by the man.]

Justin Fischer: so just to make sure that what I said was clear, I am saying that the father of that baby is most likely Rage... and that is what they call just desserts. You wanna abandon me... you wanna ditch me Lexi... you don’t know what the hell you're missing and you only have yourself to blame cuz you know what, I bet that once the paternity test comes out showing that I'm right... your courageous and completely stupid boyfriend is going to leave you high and dry and then... you'll know what every guy you've left hanging feels like. 1 [Caine goes to raise the mic to his lips again before the sound of another mic dropping is heard behind him. Him and Madd Katt both turn just in time to see Lexi reach for her stomach and start to fall to the mat below. Immediately Caine drops his own microphone and, not even glancing Justin’s way, he drops to Lexi’s side, putting his own hand over hers on her stomach and whispering to her with a worried look as the audience watches on, unable to hear a word. Madd Katt is on the other side.]

[Justin drops his own mic, smirks and slides out of the ring, walking backward up the ramp, watching the destruction he’s started. Inside the ring Lexi looked pale and tired but still responsive and, with Madd Katt holding the ropes for them, Caine gently picked her up and began to carry her out of the ring, the GM following not far behind.]

Thomas Simon: You heard it here folks... looks like there may be some trouble in paradise for Clexi...

Bob Herman: Clexi? What the hell is that?

Thomas Simon: You know...like the couple name mash thing...

Bob Herman: Really? I’m shaking my head right now at you Tommy.

THIS PLACE IS GOING TO EXPLODE!

Tasha Jordan: Tasha standing by backstage with none other than.... Your General Manager Madd Katt!

[The fans cheer as the camera pans to Madd Katt in a referee’s shirt with the sleeves cut off. He smirks and rubs his hands together]

Tasha Jordan: Madd Katt tonight you will officiate the main event Street Fight between Apostle Kried and Johnny Clash. Are you ready for the challenge and do you think you can keep them in check?

Madd Katt: Not only can I contain these two and make sure no one gets hurt other than Clash and Kried but I will make sure that those True Worthless Idiots don’t get involved in any way making it unfair for Apostle. Will it be a challenge, yes because these two are ready to shred each other to pieces and I will let them.

Tasha Jordan: Tell us about the Unsanctioned Empty Arena match on Friday Night!

Madd Katt: You see, I wish there was an empty arena to throw Kried and Clash in but I believe that the entire building will be torn down after Caine and Rage are done here Friday Night. That place is going to EXPLODE and there will not be a single fan in harms way. And Tasha trust me.. Blood will be spilled. Let’s just hope it’s the right blood.

[Madd Katt looks down at Tasha as the scene fades]

DECISION TIME!

[The scene opens with the TNT stage darkening. The lights dim down and then completely off. Suddenly the words, "If only we could fly." are heard and then immediately into drums. "My Generation" by Limp Bizkit. Then a red haze comes over the stage where a man in a hoody stands in the center of the smoke and red light. He then raises his head when the music kicks in. Strobe lights follow along with the red haze as the man walks down the ramp followed by a woman. She is not too far behind him... Right on his tail. The strobes pick up a bit once they make it up to the stairs. The man lets the woman in and then follows after. The man lifts his head and hood. Fireworks explode from the corners of the ring as the red light turns to red strobes, following the track of the regular, white strobes. The lights begin to fade into a custom lighting for the man, who is now identified as Brandon Nytrus. The woman is Nikki Schott. Brandon grabs the microphone that Nikki has grabbed for him. The lights have turned into a red and white spotlight and a black arena around it.]

Brandon Nytrus: This past week on this very show, a new face appeared here in the MPW. His name is Terrin Reign.

[The crowd boos at the sound of his name.]

Brandon Nytrus: I know you people watched the end of the show last week. You saw the proclamation that could change the face of MPW for a while. Well, if you don't remember... Here's a clip of what happened last week at the conclusion of Thursday Night Takedown...

[The attention turns to the MPWtron where the clip of last week's show plays.]

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

Brandon Nytrus: So what you want 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 sh** 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.

[The scene cuts back to the current TNT... Brandon is still in the ring with Nikki.]

Brandon Nytrus: Blood Runs Cold... Not too enthused on the name but it works... Now, when Terrin made the offer, I was a little shocked and bewildered at the fact that he came to me to ask after I had lost against Trey Baxter. But one thing from that conversation really stuck out to me... "Making me better." That's what he wants to do? That's what he thinks Blood Runs Cold will do to me? Terrin, I'm better than what everyone believed I was. I came here and made an immediate impact. I made it to the main event and title matches faster than anyone else here. I've had more title opportunities in a shorter time period than anyone else in this business today. Needless to say, I've gotten to the top quicker than most other wrestlers in the locker room. Granted, I did lose those matches and I am still without a championship. Maybe your offer is more intriguing than I had thought, Terrin. Joining you and Justin Fischer? That's profound thought. I just don't really think you understand what I'm capable of, Terrin. I understand that having me apart of this group would be a huge advancement in your career here... But if you really think about it, I don't need you...

[Suddenly, Pantera's "5 Minutes Alone" blasts heavily through the PA system as you see the lights fade slightly and Terrin Reign appear at the top of the ramp on a motorcycle. The song continues to pump through the speakers while Terrin revs his bike and starts to ride down to the ringside area. as soon as he starts to move, you see both Justin Fischer and Bliss pull out from the back on motorcycles as well and follow Terrin out. They quickly make it to ringside area and all three circle the ring before parking their bikes next to the ring. They all three step off their bikes to a mixture of cheers and boos, people still not knowing their full thoughts on the big man and the newly formed BRC. Terrin steps away from his bike and makes a climb up the steps and into the ring with Justin and Bliss both following into the ring as well. As soon as they climb into the ring, you see Terrin run his finger across his throat and call for a mic.]

Terrin Reign: Cut the music and hit the clips.

[The lights fade to black and you see more clips of MPW past hit up on the MPW tron.]

[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.

[As soon as it ends another scene takes it's place.]

[Trey 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..

[With that, another scene fades into place.]

[Jason backs up and nails a Superkick on to Nytrus. It doesn’t send him down but it staggers him. Ash picks him up and hits the Adios Motherfucker! Kuk grabs him before he falls to the mat and hits the KOK bicycle kick. Chicken gets up with a bloody nose and looks at the three guys standing around Nytrus. At the same time Xavier, Ash and Kuk move out of the way and tell Chicken to pin him. Chicken reluctantly looks at them put drops down and pins Nytrus]

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

[fade into final scene.]

[Nytrus grabs him by the collar but Madd Katt doesn’t back off. He pokes Nytrus’ eyes and than delivers a superkick. Nytrus falls back in to the penalty box and the referees lock it]

Madd Katt: Don’t even run the clock! He’s not coming out!

[As soon as it ends the Tron cuts to black and the arena lights return to normal. When it does you see Terrin standing in front of Nytrus with a serious, stone cold look on his face.]

Terrin Reign: You don't need us? Are you sure about that? Incase you're not caught up on me, here's what I bring to the table. 9 time World Champion to go with 7 other title reigns. Current MPW Tag Team champion and more fighting knowledge than you can possibly fucking believe. In you I see something that can become very good in the future with the right guidance and leadership showing you the way. What I offered to you last week was that guidance and knowledge..

[Brandon stares at the big man momentarily, before Terrin begins to speak again.]

Terrin Reign: What else do I offer you in BRC? Brotherhood. A family to always have your back.

[Terrin uses his thumb to point at Bliss and Justin standing behind him.]

Terrin Reign: Everyone in BRC is a Champion. We all have experience that could be passed onto you. I would seriously consider this opportunity if I were you.

[Brandon keeps his stance and keeps his eyes locked onto Terrin's.]

Brandon Nytrus: Here's my question, if I've made it this far without any help, why would I need you guys behind me?

Terrin Reign: Because instead of just getting title shots or getting to a big name match, I'll help you get what you need to actually win the damn things. Think about it, Brandon. How may title match losses do you think they'll put up with?

[Brandon sits there, listening. Not saying anything more.]

Justin Fischer: Terrin and I were talking last night about this... We think that this group could make you a champion. We could make you something to be afraid of. Not saying you're not right now. You are. But we can make you into a TV Champion... Or X-core Champion... Or even MPW Heavyweight Champion. We will make sure you win the big one. With us at your side and a couple others we will recruit along the way, we will kill it here.

[Again, Brandon sits there listening and pondering.]

Justin Fischer: Give us an answer, Brandon. Give us something.

[Pause.]

Justin Fischer: C'mon man. It's a yes or no ques...

Brandon Nytrus: I heard you. I know what you want. I'm thinking. Don't you try to tell me what to do, that's number one. I don't want that. You don't want that. No one wants that.

[Pause.]

Brandon Nytrus: I'll join your group. On one condition.

[Terrin squints his eyes, show agitation at that comment.]

Brandon Nytrus: No bullshit. No cutting me off, no fucking me over. You follow through with everything you told me tonight. Everything. If you do, I will do what you want. You've got a deal.

[Terrin holds up his hand, stopping the demands.]

Terrin Reign: First things first, kid. I'm trying to offer you help to better your career. Blood Runs Cold is and always will be a Terrin Reign ran stable. We'll offer up the tools you need to succeed, what the fuck you do with them? That's up to you. But, never forget... You do not make demands to join my stable. I'm offering you our help, not begging for yours.

Justin Fischer: Also, just a little food for thought, there are other people that have potential here that we could just as easily ask to come into our fold. I've been watching you since you started and THAT'S why Terrin came to you... at my urging. and Terrin here... he doesn't put up with bullshit for hot shot wannabes. Doesn't matter how many title shots you get, it's about winning them and keeping them.

[Brandon looks a little angry at being told that he can't make demands]

[Bliss smiles and takes the mic from Justin.]

Bliss: I saw your last Promo kiddo... seems your girl is thinking this is a good move for you too. You know something... I was good.. arrogant... cocky when I started too... didn't do me any good when I entered the ROTD tourney and lost... Terrin and Blaze started to work with me and look at me now Brandon.... You see this....

[she points to the belt strapped to her waist]

Bliss: Not only did a retain my NA belt but I unified it with the sin city. You could do that too. You could win that TV title and just keep on moving up... but first you gotta take some knocks. Don't look at it like a step back... it's a move in the right direction.

[Justin took the mic back from his sister]

Justin Fischer: The choice is yours man. You’re either in or out.... pretty simple

[Brandon seemed to be seriously thinking about it. He turned to Nikki, she gave him a half smile and nodded, agreeing with Bliss and Justin. With a sigh he turned back to Terrin]

Brandon Nytrus: Alright... you have yourself a new stable mate.

[Brandon offered his hand. Terrin took it, gripping it firmly but not actually shaking it. He let go and gave the younger man a pat on the shoulder]

Terrin Reign: Wise decision

[Brandon puts his hood back up, as does Nikki, and they exit the ring as "My Generation" plays as the two exit.]

[The camera cuts to commercial.]

HOPE VS. JAYDE BROOKLYN

[As we return Hope is already in the ring waiting for our next match up.]

Honey Winters: And her opponent………JAYDE BROOKLYN!

[The lights go dim through the arena. Fog covers the runway and the sound of "Fingerprints" by Katy Perry begins to play through the speakers. Out steps Jayde Brooklyn and the crowd cheers for her. She takes off walking towards the ring. She steps up on the ring apron black confetti and silver sparks burst out of one turnbuckle and pink confetti and silver sparks comes out from another. Jayde enters the ring and walks dead center and stops. She looks through the crowd and then hops upon the turnbuckle and raises her arms.]

[The bell rings and Jayde Brooklyn flies out of the corner and straight into the face of Hope, staggering her opponent with a barrage of lefts and rights. Hope is driven back into the ropes and Jayde grabs her arm sending her running to the opposite side. Bouncing of the other side Hope is flattened by a Thesz press by Brooklyn, who again lets punches rain down from above.]

Thomas Simon: The Knoxville Knockout showing off her wild side from the early goings of this match...

Bob Herman: She sure does and I love it!!!

[Jayde grabs a handful of hair as she pulls up her opponent and drags her into the corner slamming Hope face first into the turnbuckles. Hope drops back down on her back, and starts to roll around her nose. Slowly she rolls to her stomach and starts to rise, Brooklyn lifts herself up on the second turnbuckle waiting for Hope to get to her knees, as she dives of with a leg drop driving Hopes head into the mat.]

Bob Herman: Ouch! That one must have hurt

Thomas Simon: Jayde Brooklyn sure means business here tonight, wanting to send a message to the MPW Nation

Bob Herman: They do say action speaks louder than words as She goes for the cover

[...1...2.. Kickout by Hope, Jayde furiously springs to her feet and into the ropes, charging the rising Hope. Brooklyn looking to cut her opponent down with a clothesline, but hope drops to the mat and plants the Knoxville Knockout face first on the mat with a drop toehold.]

Bob Herman: great reflexes shown from Hope here, maybe we will see a comeback

[Hope takes her time getting back up, trying to recuperate from Brooklyn's earlier attacks. Slowly she stands staring over at Jayde who is up on her knees. Hope moves over slapping on a front facelock yanking Brooklyn to her feet, as she starts pummelling away on her with heavy forearm shots to the back. Quickly Hope spins into a side headlock and pulls Jayde along as she runs forward and drops down with a bulldog.]

Thomas Simon: Seems like Jayde Brooklyn has lost some fire here as Hope goes for the cover

Bob Herman: She may have lost some fire, but she's still hot as hell

[...1...2 Brooklyn's arm and shoulder shoots in the air. Hope slowly getting up dragging Jayde with her. Brooklyn is on her knees as she lands a bodyshot to Hope, she starts hammering away on the midsection of Hope driving her backwards. Jayde gets to her feet and jumps forward taking Hope to the mat with a wicked STO almost sliding into a sideheadlock. Brooklyn starts hammering away on Hope's forehead, but Hope lifts her lower body and takes her over with a headscissor. Jayde Brooklyn trashes around trying to get her head out from between Hope's legs, but to no avail, suddenly she kicks off the mat and rolls over grabbing hold of Hope's legs and into a Rana pin.]

Bob Herman: I LOVE GIRL ON GIRL ACTION!!!

Thomas Simon: Are you still talking wrestling, Bob?

[...1...2... Hope gets free almost popping out from under Brooklyn, who drops forward. Both are slowly getting to their feet staring at each other, Brooklyn explodes forward with left and rights driving Hope back into the center of the ring before landing a big kick to the abdomen of her opponent. Hope doubles over and Jayde locks her arms around her body flipping her over and down to the mat with a Gutwrench suplex. Swiftly the Knoxville Knockout jumps to her feet and bounces off the ropes delivering a brutal dropkick to the back of Hope as she sits up. Jayde again springs to her feet and grabs the head of her opponent forcing her to her feet, as she signals for the end to a pop from the crowd. She lifts up hope and sets her up for her Hard Knox finisher driving Hope skull first into the canvas.]

...1...2...3... DING DING DING

Honey Winters: And here is your winner The Knoxville Knockout JAAAYYYDEEE BROOOOOOKKKLYYYNNN!

[Jayde celebrates in the ring as we go elsewhere]

GOOD WORK BIG MAN!

[Madd Katt walks out of the locker room holding his phone texting someone in his referee’s shirt. He puts his phone down on a stack of crates and thinks for a second. He looks down at his shoes]

Madd Katt: You know what, I don’t want blood on my new nikes..

[Madd Katt walks back in to the locker room. The door closes behind him and suddenly the crates start moving. The crates slide closer and closer towards the door until they completely block the door]

Madd Katt: Hey!

[Madd Katt bangs on the door]

Madd Katt: Let me out of here! What the hell! Who is there!?

[Madd Katt bangs on the door. From the outside the camera pans past the crates to Titan standing there dusting off his hands. Jason Xavier stands next to him and pats him on the shoulder]

Jason Xavier: Good work big man. Let’s get out of here.

[They walk away as Madd Katt bangs on the door and his cell phone sits on top of the crates]

Thomas Simon: You gotta be kidding me!

Bob Herman: Ha ha! They locked Madd Katt in his office! He can’t ref the match!

DRAKE HUNTER VS TJ PAIN

[The beginning of "Chalk Outline" by Three Days Grace 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. Drake steps through the ropes and into the ring as he waits for TJ Pain.]

Honey Winters: First to the ring coming to us from Melbourne Australia... is the punk, DRAKE HUNTER!

[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 and the MPW TV title belt around his waist. 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. His wife Roxxanne follows close behind with a admiring smile.]

Honey Winters: "Wrestling out of Sin City by way of Baltimore, Maryland...he is the MPW Television Champion and accompanied by Roxxanne...he is the self proclaimed "Jesus of Wrestling" and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds...Teee....Jaaay....PAAAAIN!!!"

[TJ struts down the ramp and glides his hands over the outstretched ones of fans. He reaches the ringside area and jumps from foot to foot briefly before putting a knee on the apron and pulling himself up as Roxxanne takes the stairs. TJ holds open the ropes for her and follows, jumping up onto the second turnbuckle. He takes off the belt and holds it up with his right hand. He lowers it, nods and jumps down. He hands Roxxanne the belt as she takes a position at ring side and TJ waits for the bell.]

Bob Herman: Would you look at that hottie he has for a wife....

Thomas Simon: Word was there was some issues eariler this week and rumour was that they were divorcing... doesn't appear that way now.

Bob Herman: Oh really? Maybe she'd like the taste of a real man then....

Thomas Simon: Didn't you hear what I said... you know...doesn't appear that way now....

[The bell rings as TJ and Drake come together in the middle of the ring and stand face to face. Neither move an inch as they just stare each other down for a few moments. Drake says something to TJ which TJ just smiles at before throwing a hard right that connects to the face of Drake. Drake hits him with his own right and they both begin to exchange right and left hands until TJ finally gets control by throwing two rights, and a left before throwing a haymaker that connects with the side of Drake's face and sends him down hard. Drake quickly gets up but he's met with a hard clothesline by TJ when he does. Drake is slow to get up this time and as he does TJ connects with a hard chest slap that echo's throughout the arena. Drake grabs his chest in pain. TJ pushes Drake's arm out of the way before connecting with an even harder chest slap. TJ gets in front of Drake, kicks him in the stomach, and drops him down on his head with a DDT. TJ quickly gets to his feet as he gets a pop from the crowd.]

[TJ quickly picks Drake up and whips him into the corner. TJ goes to the opposite corner before charging full speed and jumping at Drake with a corner splash but Drake Hunter is somehow able to slide out of the way which sends TJ crashing into the corner. As he comes off the corner dazed Drake jumps up and connects with a hurricanrana on TJ. The crowd boo's as he hooks TJ's leg for the pin! 1...Kickout! TJ is able to easily kickout as Drake gets back to his feet and as followed slowly after by TJ but as soon as he does he's hit with a dropkick by Drake that sends him back down to the mat. Drake gets to his feet and waits for TJ to make his way up and as soon as he does he hits him with a clothesline that nearly takes TJ's head off. Drake takes his time as he climbs up to the top rope and waits as TJ is finally getting back to his feet. Drake jumps off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick this time that sends TJ flying all the way over the top rope and to the outside of the ring!]

Bob Herman: See a new man in Drake Hunter. Seems nearly having his arms torn off has had him turn over a new leaf

Thomas Simon: It's true, he does seem to have a renewed sense of need to turn this company into his own playground.

Bob Herman: Well if you got the skills....

[Drake waits for TJ to slowly make his way up and as soon as he does he springs himself over the top rope and connects with a cross body. Drake gets up, picks TJ up, and slams his head on the mat before sliding him back into the ring and sliding back in himself. He picks TJ up and grabs him around the head as he tries to lift him up for a suplex but he's not able to fully pick TJ up as TJ reverses it and hits a suplex of his own. They both lay there for a few moments before both beginning to get back to their feet. They make their way up at about the same time and as they do Drake swings with a hard right but TJ ducks under it, kicks him in the gut, and then drops him down with a hard DDT. TJ goes for the cover! 1...2..Kickout! Drake Hunter gets his shoulder up before the ref can get to the 3 count. TJ wastes no time as he picks Drake up, grabs him by the head, and then spins him around hitting him with a spinning neckbreaker. TJ once again picks Drake up and hits him with a hard right that sends a dazed Drake into the ropes and as he bounces back TJ picks him up and slams him down with a high angle spinebuster!]

[The crowd begins to cheer as TJ goes for the pin after the brutal spinebuster! 1...2...Kickout! Drake kicks out again! TJ can't believe Drake was able to kick out but quickly gets to his feet and picks Drake up before turning him around and hitting him with a belly to back suplex that showcases his power as he shows Drake halfway across the ring. TJ pumps his hands up at the crowd who go nuts. TJ picks Drake up before hitting him with a hard elbow to the side of the head followed by a kick to the stomach. TJ puts Drake's head under his legs as he looks around at the crowd and tries to lift Drake but Drake is able to stop him and flip him over on his back before running off the ropes and as TJ makes his way to his feet Drake hits him with a hard spear. TJ is able to get to his feet rather quickly but as soon as he does he is hit with a roundhouse kick from Drake Hunter that sends him right back down to the mat. Drake climbs to the outside of the ropes before jumping onto the top rope and connecting with a Springboard Double Knee! Drake goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!]

Thomas Simon: TJ is able to kick-out this time as the TV Champion stays alive in this match.

[Drake picks up the dazed TJ and grabs him around the head before lifting him up with a suplex lift into a superkick! Drake connects with a superkick right to the jaw of TJ that sends TJ falling straight back. Drake hooks the leg as he goes for the win! 1...2...Kickout! TJ somehow kicks out again! Drake sits up as he can't believe what just happened. Drake gets into the face of the referee as he argues with him for a few moments before turning his attention back to TJ who is still down. Drake climbs up to the top rope, stands up straight, and jumps off going for an elbow drop but TJ is somehow able to roll out of the way! Drake goes crashing into the mat and immediately grabs his arm in pain!]

[TJ slowly makes his way to his feet and picks up Drake before slamming his head into the corner turnbuckle. TJ then grabs Drake's arm and whips him as hard as he can into the opposite corner where Drake goes crashing back first into the corner. As Drake stumbles out of the corner TJ hits him with a hard clothesline! TJ picks Drake up and powerslams him in the middle of the ring before climbing up to the top rope himself. He stands up straight before jumping off and connecting with a front flip senton! TJ goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Drake Hunter kicks out again!]

[TJ looks around at the crowd before climbing back up to the top rope. He stands up straight again before jumping off with a shooting star press! Drake moves out of the way! TJ goes crashing into the mat stomach first and immediately grabs his stomach in pain. Drake slowly gets to his feet as he waits for TJ to make his way up. All of a sudden we see Apostle Kried run out towards the ring and stop right in front of it. Drake immediately takes notice when he hears the cheers from the crowd as he walks over and points at Kried as the two exchange words for a moment which gives TJ the time to recover in the ring. Kried smiles as he points behind Drake at TJ. As Drake turns around to face TJ, TJ is waiting for him. Drake dodges TJ's attempt to grab him. Drake moves in punching TJ in the midsection and setting him up for his finisher, DIA. He got a face-lock on TJ running him into the ropes and flipping over him, slamming him into the mat. Drake smiles before going in for the pin... 1....2....3...]

Thomas Simon: Even while distracted, Drake Hunter manages to win this match against the TV champ.

Bob Herman: Look at Kried, backing up the ramp like the coward he is.... thinking he could come out here and distract the great "punk" drake hunter!

Thomas Simon: Time for a commercial break folks, we'll be right back with more MPW top notch action.a

STREET FIGHT
JOHNNY CLASH VS APOSTLE KRIED

Bob Herman: We are back and ready for our main event!

Thomas Simon: With no referee! But Kried looks ready to go!

[Kried is in the ring as his theme song is playing in the background and he bounces around. Hero by Skillet hits as the fans boo. Gold sparks shoot down from the rafters on to the stage. Johnny Clash walks on to the stage in a silver cape. He walks through the sparks and spins around with his arms out.]

Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring, the challenger from Los Angeles California, Johnny Clash!

[Johnny smirks and struts the ring with arrogance. He steps in to the ring and looks Honey Winters up and down. She appears creeped out but holds her position]

Honey Winters: And your special guest referee!!!

[One Step Closer by Linkin Park hits as the fans cheer. After thirty seconds the music turns off and everyone looks around confused]

Johnny Clash: Where is he!?

Thomas Simon: Funny Johnny, you know exactly where he is!

[Suddenly 23 Days by Framing Hanley hits and Miss Biguns walks out on to the stage in a referee’s shirt and an evil smirk on her face. Johnny looks fake shocked and Kried scowls at him from across the ring.]

Honey Winters: Your Guest Referee..... Miss.... Biguns....?

[Biguns walks down the ramp and poses in the middle. Johnny claps for her and looks over at Kried with a giant smile on his face. Suddenly a motorcycle is heard revving. The fans cheer as a black japanese motorcycle is on the stage with a female rider in jeans and a black leather jacket. She takes off the helmet and Laura Tavares smirks at Biguns. Biguns turns around and Laura revs the engine and starts driving towards her. Biguns jumps out of the way and falls to the ground scared. Laura circles the ring on her motorcycle and makes her way back to the ramp. She gets off the bike and she walks towards Biguns. Biguns crawls back against the barricade.]

Bob Herman: Run Jasmine!

Thomas Simon: Get her Laura!

[Laura corners her and grabs her by the hair. She lifts her up and brings her to the ramp. She stares at Johnny with a smile as Biguns squirms. She kicks Biguns in the stomach. She doesn’t break her stare with Johnny as she lifts her up and delivers an Implant Buster to Biguns on the ramp. The fans cheer as Biguns lays motionless on the ramp. Laura walks towards the ring and jumps on to the apron. Honey Winters fleas ringside and Johnny stares at her in shock. Laura unzips her leather jacket to reveal a referee’s shirt and the fans erupt]

Thomas Simon: YES! We have a special guest referee!

Bob Herman: She isn’t going to call this down the middle! This isn’t fair!

[Laura looks at Kried and looks at Johnny and than calls for the bell. Johnny walks towards her]

Johnny Clash: Are you kidding me? Who the hell do you think you are? No one gave you permission to come out here and ref...

[Kried nails Johnny from behind with a clothesline sending him down to the mat. The fans cheer as Laura backs off and watches on]

Thomas Simon: This match is officially underway!

[Kried picks Johnny up and tosses him out of the ring. Laura keeps her distance as Kried follows him. He grabs Johnny’s head and throws him in to the steel steps. Johnny flips and tumbles over them. He holds his back in pain as he screams. Kried doesn’t let up and jumps on top of Johnny and begins punching him]

Bob Herman: Not the first Kried to mount Johnny WOO!

Thomas Simon: After what Johnny did to Kried’s sister and the disrespect he showed his family this is well deserved.

1 [Kried picks Johnny up and throws him in to the barricade. He puts his arms over the top and takes a fans beer in the front row. Kried takes a sip and spits it in Johnny’s face. The fans cheer as Johnny flinches and wipes his face. Kried puts his arms back and chops his chest. The crowd yells “Woo” with each chop as Johnny’s chest turns red. Kried turns around and puts his fists up to cheer with his fans. ]

Thomas Simon: These fans are enjoying this!

[Kried turns around and Johnny punches him in the face. He than low blows him with a kick between the legs. Kried drops to his knees as Johnny walks around the ring slowly. He touches his face to check for blood]

Bob Herman: Never turn your back on TWI!

[Johnny looks under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up next to the apron and walks back to Kried. Apostle gets up slowly and Johnny cracks him across the face with a left hand. Johnny slams Kried’s face in to the apron and rolls him back in. Johnny jumps up and stands on the apron. Kried gets to his feet and Johnny launches himself on to the top rope and hits a springboard drop kick on Kried. He pops up and points to his brain with a huge smile on his face. He than looks over at Laura and smiles at her. She stares at him as Kried rolls him up from behind]

Laura Tavares: 1....2....!!

[Johnny kicks out and Kried picks him up. Johnny rakes Kried’s eyes and he backs up. Johnny whips him in to the ropes and delivers a spinning elbow. Kried goes back down to the mat as Johnny hits another elbow on to him. Johnny stomps on Kried’s face and exits the ring. He takes a steel chair from the time keepers table and slides back in. He walks towards Kried slowly and stares at him as he holds the chair over his head. Kried on all fours takes a brutal chair shot to the back.]

Thomas Simon: OH! We felt that all the way from up here

Bob Herman: I would hate to be Kried right now.. Actually I would hate to be Kried at any time

[Johnny fires again with the chair and drops it. He rolls Kried over and pins him.]

Laura Tavares: 1..........2.............!

[Laura counts slowly and Johnny stands up and smirks at her]

Johnny Clash: Oh okay.. That’s how it’s gonna be huh?

[Johnny lifts Kried up and gives him a european uppercut back down to the mat. He walks towards Laura and backs her in to the corner.]

Johnny Clash: You know what I’m capable of so why the hell do you want to mess with me.

[Laura raises her hand in the air to slap Johnny but he catches her]

Johnny Clash: Go ahead... Do it. The lawyers are watching! HAHA

[Johnny turns around around as the fans grow loud. Kried stands up and is breathing heavy. Kried nails Johnny with a massive boot to the face. He jumps up and roars. He lifts Johnny and places him in powerbomb position.]

Bob Herman: NO!

[Kried lifts Johnny up in the air above his head. Johnny punches Kried in the head and drags him towards the ropes and hurricanranas him over the top rope. Kried goes crashing through the table set there as the crowd looks on in shock]

Thomas Simon: OH MY GOD! KRIED IS BROKEN IN HALF!

[Laura looks on in shock and Johnny lays on the apron. Kried lays motionless as Johnny stirs a little bit. Laura jumps out of the ring to check on Kried. Johnny pulls himself in to the ring and lays in the corner. He smiles realizing what he did as the fans boo. He props himself up using the ropes and looks down at Kried outside the ring. He runs off the ropes and back towards Kried and Laura. He jumps over the top rope with a plancha and Kried pushes Laura out of the way and takes the hit]

Thomas Simon: Johnny was about to take out Laura and Kried! What a guy he is

[Johnny stands up as Laura looks on by the barricade scared. Johnny walks over towards her and laughs. He picks Kried up and throws him in to the ring. Johnny looks under the ring and pulls out a black bag. He walks in to the ring with it and unties it. The fans buzz as Johnny turns it over and thousands of metal tacks fall down on to the mat. Laura keeps her distance outside and looks on scared. Johnny has a crazed look in his eye and he turns to Kried. He sets him up for the Bloodline directed towards the tacks. Johnny attempts to lift Kried but than shakes his head really quick]

Johnny Clash: no no no no no!

[Kried reverses it and flips Johnny on to the tacks. Johnny screams in pain and in shock as the tacks penetrate his skin. He looks at Kried who smirks and tells him to bring it. Johnny stumbles over to Kried and points in his face. He than puts his finger in Kried’s face and Kried smacks it away. Johnny turns around and flips in the air hitting a pele kick on Kried. Kried falls back and Johnny stands up still with a psychotic look on his face. Suddenly the fans boo even louder as Drake Hunter and Chris Cable run down the ramp and slide in the ring. Johnny looks around confused until they start stomping away on Apostle Kried. The fans boo louder and Johnny walks to the corner and lays on the top rope watching.]

Thomas Simon: this isn’t fair!

Bob Herman: hey the rule was TWI can’t interfere.. Cable and Hunter aren’t TWI!

[Drake lifts Kried up and Cable nails him with a spinning elbow. Cable than holds Kried as Drake hits a huge Superkick. They look at Johnny and point at Kried]

Drake Hunter: He’s all yours

[Johnny jumps down from the corner and walks towards Kried with confidence as the crowd boos. He sets Kried up and nails the Bloodline as the fans boo even more. He pins Kried as he stares Laura in the eyes as she counts reluctantly]

Laura Tavares: 1..................2....................................3...

[Johnny remains pinning Kried as the bell rings and he and Laura stare at each other. Johnny laughs as he stands up and he points to his wrist. Laura grabs his wrist and lifts it in the air while staring him down with a scowl. She than leaves the ring as he celebrates]

Johnny Clash: Hey where’s my Champagne! Bring it down here!

[Rage and Jason Xavier walk down to the ring. Jason has a bottle of Champagne in his hand and Rage claps for Johnny. Johnny turns around and rolls Kried out of the ring as medics come to attend to him and help him out of the arena.]

Johnny Clash: Let’s get this party started!

[Rage and Jason enter the ring and Rage pops the bottle off the top of the champagne]

Thomas Simon: Here comes the cavalry!

[Aidan Caine, Trey Baxter and James Harlow appear on the stage. They look at each other and run down the ramp and slide in the ring. They start brawling with TWI as both parties throw punches. Baxter and Jason Xavier fall to the outside and Baxter takes it to Jason. He walks him up the ramp and backstage]

Thomas Simon: Jason and Trey make their way backstage! Clash and Caine are going at it as are Rage and Harlow!

[Johnny and Caine wear each other down before Caine takes Clash and throws him over the top rope. Rage kicks Harlow in the gut and tosses him through the middle rope with speed as he goes crashing in to the barricade. Harlow holds his shoulder in pain. As the fans react from hearing a nasty POP from Harlow’s shoulder! Rage and Caine back up in to each other and slowly turn around]

Thomas Simon: these two will meet tomorrow night in an empty arena match! Don’t miss it fans!

Bob Herman: We will see you next week!

[Caine and Rage stare each other down as the show comes to an end]

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