[the lights dim as the eerie dark bassline of angry chair screams threw the arena as the crowd looks to the stage. The guitar and and drums kick in as The Ice Wolf slowly walks out on the stage with a deviant expression on his face as he stares down the ramp at his opponent not taking his eyes off him he begins to move forward. His pace begins to pick up as he gets closer and closer to his prey, he slides threw the ropes and paces back and forth in an agitated manner to start the match as he impatiently wait with a look of darkness in his eyes.]

Honey Winters: Introducing second from Atlanta, Georgia weighing in tonight at 227 Lbs and standing at 6'3" he is FREDDIE STYLES!!

[The screen cuts to the [fXs] symbol as the first beats of “The Fire” hit the arena. As the song moves into the chosen verse, Freddie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there, bouncing from side to side, before making his slow walk towards the ring.]

One love, one game, one desire
One flame, one bonfire, let it burn higher
I never show signs of fatigue or turn tired
cause I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph
It's David and Goliath, I made it to the eye of
the storm, feeling torn like they fed me to the lions
Before my time start to wind down like the Mayans
I show 'em how I got the grind down like a science
It sounds like a riot on hush, it's so quiet
The only thing I hear is my heart, I'm inspired
by the challenge that I find myself standing eye to eye with
Then move like a wise warrior and not a coward
You can't escape the history that you was meant to make
That's why the highest victory is what I'm meant to take
You came to celebrate, I came to cerebrate
I hate losing, I refuse to make the same mistake

Ohhhh, the fire, the fire
Ohhhh, the fire, the fire

There's something in your heart
and it's in your eyes
It's the fire, inside you
Let it burn
You don't say good luck
You say don't give up
It's the fire, inside you
Let it burn

[Freddie slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. He then stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down and leaning over in a corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.]

Thomas Simon: Both competitors are in the ring and we are about to get going in a match which promises to see two of the finest talents breaking through the ranks of MPW fighting it out tonight.

WAIT WAIT!

[The crowd boo as Bill Adams rushes out to the stage, both Styles and Mouland look confused]

Bill Adams: I'm going to show the ‘BOARD’ That I make MPW what it is! So i am making this a Falls Count Anywhere Match!!

[The fans cheer as Bill with a smirk on his face drops the mike and leaves through the curtain]

[Both wrestlers nod as they get prepared for the new stipulation]

Thomas Simon: Well folks if you have just joined us then you missed a huge announcement that this match is now a falls count anywhere match!

Bob Herman: See! That man Bill Adams is a mastermind that has made this company exceptional, everyone might boo and hate him but the matter of the fact is this man puts together the best card every week and will continue with the TWI right next to him making the company even more exceptional.

Thomas Simon: Bobo, it looks like your dribbling a little.

DING DING

[Both wrestler approach each other as the bell goes. Freddie is the first to get a shot in by kicking Mouland in the gut, Freddie then goes on the quick offence with rights that leave Mouland against the ropes, Freddie then takes a few steps back and then sends Mouland over the top rope with a clothesline. The crowd cheer as Freddie gets pumped, he then bounces off the opposite ropes where he attempts a baseball slide to the outside of the ring but Mouland moves out of the way as Styles slides to the outside where he is met with a kick to the gut and right from Jeff. Styles falls over the steps trying to get some room between himself and Mouland but Jeff is quick to react and chases after him quickly meeting him with rights. Mouland then clubs the back of Freddie and follows by grabbing him in a suplex where he attempts to lift him over his head but Freddie puts his own leg between Mouland's so that he blocks the lift, Freddie than gives a lethal right to the gut of Mouland who realises the hold, Freddie than runs at Jeff and hits a running jumping knee]

Thomas Simon: This has been and absolute brawl and we are only minutes in on this match.

[Freddie helps Mouland to his feet and flips him around and attempts a butterfly suplex but is countered by Mouland who wriggles out of the hold and returns with a dropkick that makes a huge sound from the back of Style's head bouncing off the mat. Mouland makes the cover.]

1.......

[Freddie kicks out quickly. Mouland gets to his feet first and then helps Freddie to his feet and then drills his back into the nearby ring post. Styles falls to the ground clutching his back in pain. Mouland follows suit by picking Freddie up once again and throwing him into the ring to the displeasure of the fans who are disappointed when Mouland slides into the ring without grabbing a weapon. Mouland then waits for Freddie to get to his feet where he runs at him but is met by a drop toe hold by Freddie. Styles is up quickly and brings Jeff to his feet to his the delayed Butterfly suplex. Cover by Freddie..]

1....2 barely getting 2

Thomas Simon: Wow how quick paced this match has been, counter after counter by each competitor.

[The crowd start chanting "We want tables" in unison as Freddie grabs Jeff and throws him to the outside. Jeff is on his knees as Freddie grabs him again and throws him into the steel steps shoulder first. The crowd cheer as Jeff rolls on the ground holding his shoulder. Freddie thinks for a second before grabbing the base of the steel steps and placing them near the downed body of Jeff. Freddie steps onto the base with Jeff in tow.]

Thomas Simon: Look at this, Freddie Styles has grabbed Mouland and looks to attempt the tombstone piledriver on the steps!

[Styles lifts Mouland into the powerslam position but Mouland slides off and follows by kicking Styles in the leg so he falls to his knees on the step base. Mouland then takes a run up but is met by Styles who his an over the shoulder belly to back piledriver on the steel steps. The fans go mental.]

Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD! A PILEDRIVER ON THE STEP!

Bob Herman: But what has Freddie done? he hasn't made a cover, he is looking to do more damage, which personally i think is a wrong move.

[Mouland holding his neck crawls behind the announce table where without Freddie noticing has grabbed a steel chair. As Freddie approaches Mouland, Jeff with a lunge hits Freddie square in the face with the chair and now both lay on the ground laid out. The referee gets to a 6 count before both are up, Freddie is groggy as Mouland scrambles to the apron where he looks under and grabs a cheese grater, Freddie turns and is met with a cheese grater shot to the head, Mouland then follows by grabbing the grater and scraping Styles' head across it. The fans burst out in amazement as Freddie turns holding his head in pain. Mouland lifts the grater to the mixture of boos and cheers for Mouland. Freddie gets to his knees with the help of the apron as he is busted open. Mouland drops the grater and looks under the apron again where he finds a trash can. Mouland waits till Styles gets to his feet and attempts to hit Freddie with the can but Styles ducks and responds with desperate rights and then a huge back elbow strike to the head which makes Jeff drop the can, Styles now picks it up and hits Mouland who is standing using the announce table for support with the trash can that makes Mouland lie on the announce table from the impact. Freddie now climbs onto the announce table as well where with Mouland groggy hits a back suplex sending both to the floor. The crowd continue to chant as now Freddie looks under the apron to find Rage's sledgehammer. Freddie lifts it before waiting till Mouland gets to his feet and hits Jeff in the head with the hammer. Styles drops the sledgehammer as he along with Mouland fall to the ground in pain and exhaustion.]

Bob Herman: Who does this guy think he is, using Rage's sledgehammer, all he is, is a Rage and TWI wannabe!

Thomas Simon: Is that all you can think about? This match has been nothing but brutal with both wrestlers putting in 200% and all you can think about is Styles using Rage's weapon? I think you need to get your eyes checked out Bobo.

[Both get to there knees busted open. Freddie is first to his feet but is met by Jeff who grabs Styles by his trunks and makes him fall head first into the ring post. Styles recovers against the post. Mouland now gets up and after catching his breath for a couple of seconds he grabs Styles and throws him in the ring. Before getting back into the ring himself Jeff goes under the apron to find a table and sets it up next to the ring on the stage side. Jeff now slides into the ring where Styles with the help of the turnbuckle has gotten to his feet, he doesn't have a time to breath before being met by Mouland who unloads with knees to the midsection. he then throws Styles to the corner where he with a run up runs to the corner hitting a corner spear that drives the breath out of Freddie. Mouland now slides out of the ring again while Freddie is iin the corner recovering and gets the steel chair used earlier and jumps into the ring with it in hand. Mouland puts it on the ground next to Styles and calls for the Mouland Effect. Jeff picks Freddie up and gets him in the cutter position but Styles realising counters by elbowing Mouland in the back and then follows by a forearm right to the opened wound of Jeff. Mouland falls to his knees groggy as Styles runs against the ropes and hits the ATL stomp on the chair. The crowd go mad "MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB.....THIS IS AWESOME CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP]

Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD THE ATL STOMP ON THE CHAIR THIS HAS TO BE IT!

Cover 1.....2.....KICKOUT

Bob Herman: How the...

[Styles can't believe it as he gets to his feet and starts arguing with the referee Michael Green, Freddie doesn't realise that Jeff has gotten to his knees quickly and stalks Styles. Freddie turns around and is met by the Mouland Effect on the chair]

Bob Herman: Well now Mouland has repayed the favour and looks to end this right here.

[After a few seconds Mouland who holds his face in pain makes the cover]

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

Thomas Simon: How the hell are these two still going, they have piledrived each other on steel steps, cracked over the head with sledgehammers and chairs and they still keep going!

[Mouland looks in disbelieve as he can't get the win. Jeff now slides to the outside and pulls this time a barbed wire 4x4 out of the apron. The crowd go mental even more as he slides into the ring holding the 4x4 and with a delayed motion hits Styles over the back with the bat. Freddie rolls in pain as you see blood now pouring from the back of Styles. Mouland then calls for Styles to get up as he holds the wood in a baseball like technique. Styles gets up and is hit with the barbed wire bat in the gut. The crowd now looked concerned as Styles falls to the ground in even more pain.

Thomas Simon: Someone has to stop this.

[Mouland with a crazed look on his face picks up Styles and looks to the outside where the table is placed. He with Styles in hand goes to the apron where the table lies. Mouland then lifts Styles and goes for the Mouland Effect and nails it through the table!!!! Mouland covers Styles………1………….2…………3!!!!!!!]

Thomas Simon: WOW! What a match!!! You can never tell what will happen here in MPW! Oh…Oh no not this again!

[“Angry Chair” is blaring as Mouland makes his way up the ramp. He stops at the top of the ramp and reaches into his boot and pulls out a razor blade. He holds his left arm out and takes the blade making another cut into his forearm signalling a victory. The crowd is in complete shock as the camera cuts to commercial on a sadistic somewhat euphoric smile from The Ice Wolf.]

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Getting the Last Word

[Tasha Jordan is seen telling her camera crew to hurry up. It shows a locker room door in front of them and the camera zooms in on the name...Justin Fischer. The door suddenly opens]

[Tasha Jordan: Okay...here he comes...]

[Justin takes one look at Tasha and rolls his eyes. He's wearing a T-shirt that says 'In the end...' and the rest of his wrestling gear. He keeps walking past them without a word]

Tasha Jordan: Come on Justin...you owe me at least one....

[Justin stops and it takes him a minute to turn his head to look at her over his shoulder. He flashes her a mocking grin]

Justin Fischer: Tasha honey. I don't owe you a god damn thing.

[He starts to walk away again]

Tasha Jordan: Don't you want the chance to tell everyone your thoughts on Baxter's rebuttal. I know it's probably eating you up that you didn't get a chance to say something else.

[Justin starts laughing and stops again.]

Justin Fischer: I have to give you a little more credit I suppose. You do know how to scout out my weakness....fine. A few minutes. I do have a certain ignoramus to beat after all.

[He walks the distance so that he's in closer view of the camera again. Tasha signals for the camera guy to get ready, not realizing that he was already filming]

Tasha Jordan: So tell me Justin...did Trey Baxter's words get to you?

Justin Fischer: Hell no. I still stand by my original assessment that the man probably doesn't have more than a standard grade school education. The one thing he seems to like to repeat is that I'm a homosexual and that Jackson Blaze is my 'boyfriend'. You know what they say about people that make a lot of gay jokes?

[Tasha shook her head]

Justin Fischer: Simply that they're insecure about their own sexuality. Even though he did just face Blaze, he does seem to spend most of his time talking about him....just an observation. The claims that I've never been seen with a woman are the words of a man that couldn't spend the time to come up with a better insult because as everyone has seen...I have been with many women since my tenure here at MPW...isn't that Right Tasha?

[Tasha blushed and nodded her head]

Justin Fischer: As for the stunt he pulled with setting up an autograph session.... please, even if I had known about it do you think I would have shown up? I could give two shits about whether or not I have fans or merchandise. Apparently Baxter needs glasses or a hearing aid because as I've said countless times, I do not grovel at my fans' feet and kiss their asses like he seems to do. They're opinions means dick all. So if he thinks that because he had a couple hundred morons lined up outside to get his autograph that makes him better than other people in this company he's not only lacking intelligence he's got a mental disorder.

Tasha Jordan: Can you explain your twitter post that was obviously directed at him even though you didn't name him in it...

Justin Fischer: Simply that his vulgar attempt that insulting me was the work of a desperate man. A man that knew he was out done and had nothing better to do then not only insult me but insult my sister. He'd have to wake up pretty early in the morning to find something that would get to me. Even insulting my sister, who can take care of herself and probably will....

[Justin laughs]

Justin Fischer: Baxter will soon find out that he's steadily making more and more enemies around here with his lip.

Tasha Jordan: People would say the same about you...

[Justin laughed]

Justin Fischer: The difference is that I don't give a fuck. Like I said. Baxter hides behind this Anti-hero thing but sooner or later, everyone will see that he's not better than anybody. At least I use a little thought when I insult someone. Maybe my mistake was not dumbing it down for the idiot to understand. So I'll try one last time.

[Justin smiles before continuing]

Justin Fischer: Me Justin...Me kick your ass...Me smarter than you by whole lot...you paper champion with lucky streak.

[Tasha's eyes go wide at Justin's ignorant and arrogant statement]

Justin Fischer: Now if you'll excuse me Tasha darling. I have a man to humiliate...again.

[He flashes his trademark smirk before walking away. Tasha was watching him go with her mouth hanging open]

Cameraman: Ah, Tasha...we're still rolling...

[Tasha shakes herself and turns back to the camera]

Tasha Jordan: Okay....let's go.

[The scene fades out]

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Singles Match
Referee: Kelvin Gordon

Freddy Class: Ladies and Gentlemen….this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first……hailing from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 220 pounds he is the MPW World Heavyweight Champion TREY BAXTER!!!!

[“Guerrilla Radio” blasts as the fans POP HUGE and Trey walks out and has the MPW World title on his shoulder. He holds his arms out on top of the ramp and then begins to walk down the ramp. He gets to ring side and holds the title high in the air to another POP.]

Freddy Class: And his opponent…..hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…..weighing in at 235 pounds…..he is the MPW Television Champion…..JUSTIN FISCHER!!!

["Lights Out" cues as fireworks go off and Justin Fischer appears at the top of the ramp. He walks down wearing a T-shirt with the words "In the end" across the front and "I always win" written across the back. Once he gets to the ring, he stands and waits for his opponent, not even caring about the fans booing him.]

[The bell sounds both men move slowly toward one another nose to nose staring one another down. They look at one another, as the crowd waits with anticipation. Fischer quickly catches Baxter with a kick to his stomach, which stuns him. Fischer quickly pulls Baxter around sending him into the ropes, he runs at him connecting with a running European upper cut, which staggers Baxter. Fischer grabs Baxter around his wrist; he pulls him towards him locking his arms around him. Fischer throws Baxter across the ring with a overhead belly to belly suplex, but Baxter lands on his feet. Baxter charges at Fischer nailing him with a running shoulder block sending Fischer down to the mat, he turns. Baxter leans over lifting Fischer up; he throws him down hard into the mat with a front bodyslam. Baxter pulls Fischer to his feet; he nails him with a knee to the midsection. He pulls him around shooting him into the corner. Baxter charges in at him, but Fischer moves out of the way, as Baxter slams into the corner. ]

Thomas Simon: Fischer moved just in the nick of time.

Bob Herman: Trey Baxter was about to splash Fischer into next week.

[Baxter turns around moving out of the corner, he jumps up nailing him with a standing dropkick sending Baxter down to the mat. Baxter slowly rises up to his feet, as he does Fischer catches him with a kick to the stomach doubling Baxter over. Fischer grabs him around his head into a front facelock; he lifts him up sending him down with a snap suplex. Fischer floats over returning to his feet, he steps through the ropes out to the ring apron, and makes his way up to the top rope. Fischer leaps off the top rope landing down onto Baxter with a diving leg drop. Fischer turns covering him, Kelvin Gordon counts!]

1..

2.. Kick out.

[Fischer returns to his feet, he grabs Baxter pulling him up slamming his forearm flush into his face stumbling Baxter back across the ring. Fischer jumps up nailing him with a enziguri landing flush into the side of his face. Fischer slides out of the ring onto the floor; he pulls Baxter under the bottom rope leaning him over the ring apron. Fischer nails Baxter across his chest with clubbing shots. Fischer slides back into the ring; he grabs a hold of Brooks’ legs. He pulls him up catapulting him throat first into the bottom rope. Baxter slides turning around out onto the ring apron grabbing at his throat. Fischer steps out through the ropes out onto the ring apron, he stands over Baxter, and he kicks him with a hard kick to his side. Fischer drops down onto the floor; he pulls Baxter onto the floor. He pulls Baxter around sending him into the guardrail. He runs in at him hitting him with a running forearm smash, which almost knocks Baxter over the guardrail.]

Thomas Simon: These two have taken to the floor!

Bob Herman: Kelvin is letting this go.

Thomas Simon: Of course he is! Its Champion versus Champion!

[Fischer grabs Baxter around his wrist, he pulls him around to send him into the ring post, but Baxter stands his ground, he pulls Fischer around sending him slamming into the ring post, and falling to the floor. Fischer staggers back, as he does Baxter grabs him lifting him up sending him down onto the floor with a belly to back suplex. Fischer lies on the floor arching his back in pain. Baxter rises up to his feet, he pulls Fischer up. He grabs him pushing him back into the ring, and slides in behind him.]

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter taking the action back into the ring!

Bob Herman: Of course he is after he dropped the man on the floor with a belly to back suplex that could have ended Justin’s career.

Thomas Simon: Fischer doesn’t look to be in any career ending danger.

[Baxter pulls Fischer up; he quickly lifts him up sending him down with a snap suplex. Baxter holds onto him, as he returns to his feet, he moves around behind Fischer into a rear waistlock. Baxter lifts Fischer up sending him down with a German suplex. Baxter rises to his feet, as Fischer staggers to his feet grabbing at his back in pain, as he falls into the corner. Baxter looks at Fischer, as he slowly moves toward him, as he does Fischer kicks Baxter in his stomach pushing him around into the corner.]

Thomas Simon: Fischer Tyrell acting more hurt than he actually is that’s just sick!

[Fischer nails away on Baxter with repeated forearm strikes landing flush into his face. With each forearm strike, Fischer gets more and more aggressive. Fischer pulls Baxter out of the corner; he shoots him off into the ropes. Fischer charges at him nailing Baxter with a vicious lariat sending Baxter down to the mat. Fischer pulls Baxter up quickly; he locks his arm around his head, as he moves into the corner. Fischer lifts him up sending Baxter down into the top turnbuckle with a brainbuster. Baxter falls onto the mat grabbing at his neck, as Fischer drops down covering him, Kelvin Gordon counts ]

1..

2.. Kick out.

[Fischer pulls Baxter up to his feet, he slaps him across his face, and connects with a European upper cut, which staggers Baxter. Fischer shoots around behind Baxter locking him into a rear waistlock; he lifts him up sending him down with a German suplex. Fischer grabs Baxter pulling him up quickly, he pulls him up to his feet, he moves around locking him into a crossface chickenwing. Fischer locks the hold on, as Baxter fights to break free, but just can’t. Fischer locks the hold on tight, as Gordon checks on the hold. Fischer pulls on the hold, as Baxter fights to break free, but just can’t. Gordon checks on Baxter but he doesn’t give up.

Thomas Simon: No way Baxter will give up, not like this!

Bob Herman: He’s fought for almost a year to get to the top of the mountain no way he will give up this easy!

[Fischer pulls tighter on the hold, as Baxter slowly stops fighting, as much. Gordon checks on Brooks, but he’s still going, as he throws his arm up clinching his fist. Fischer starts to look worried, but Baxter can’t break free. Baxter slowly starts to walk Fischer toward the ropes. Fischer tries to pull Fischer back, but he keeps walking. Baxter pulls himself up, he kicks off the ropes, as he does he turns taking Fischer around with a arm drag. Both men return to their feet, as they do Baxter nails him with a European upper cut, which staggers Fischer. He catches his composure, and runs at Brooks, but he hip tosses him over onto the mat. Fischer turns returning to his feet, as he does Baxter catches him with a Spear. Baxter covers him, Gordon counts

1..

2..

.. Kick out.]

Thomas Simon: So close!

Bob Herman: Trey was able to nail that spear out of nowhere!!

[Trey pulls Fischer to his feet, as he does Fischer catches Trey with a European upper cut, which staggers him. Fischer stands up, as Baxter charges back at him; he catches Trey sending him down with a Pendulum Backbreaker. Fischer covers him, Gordon counts

1..

2..

.. Kick out.

Fischer pulls Trey to his feet, he sends him into the ropes. Fischer spins around for a Roaring Elbow, but Trey ducks under it. Trey grabs Fischer before, he can turn around, and he locks him into a Rear Naked Choke. Fischer fights to break free, but just can’t. Fischer walks Trey into the ropes, as he does Trey pulls Fischer back, he holds on the hold on tighter, as he pulls him back across the ring. Trey falls back onto the mat, as Gordon checks on the hold.]

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter has the rear naked choke locked on!!

[Trey pulls the hold on tighter, as Fischer slowly stops moving, as much. Kelvin Gordon checks on Fischer, and he’s out cold, Gordon calls for the bell.]

Freddy Styles: The winner of this match TREY BAXTER!!!

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter has done it! He has picked up revenge on Justin Fischer!!!

Bob Herman: What a match!

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

Trey Baxter: I’m going to make this short, and sweet. I’m your MPW World Heavyweight Champion, and with that come challengers from all directions. I’m standing here waiting and ready for anyone, whether it be Johnny Clash who interrupted me earlier tonight, or Jackson Blaze wanting to try his luck again, it doesn’t matter I’m ready for anyone who wants to step up and take a shot!

[Trey Baxter drops the microphone, and looks around, as he holds the UWL World Heavyweight Title belt high into the air and the crowd POPS! He goes on the turnbuckle and celebrates pumping up the crowd! From the crowd Brandon Nytrus hops the barrier and slides into the ring. Baxter gets down from the turnbuckle and turns around only to be laid out with a big boot from The Hardcore Icon. Nytrus grabs the title and then picks up the mic.]

Brandon Nytrus: Speak of Step Up and I shall appear! Trey…..I’ll see you soon!

[Brandon tosses the mic down and throws the title at Baxter. He leaves as he came in, through the crowd as the camera fades to commercial.]

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MAIN EVENT
Referee: Bill Adams

[Scene opens back into the Orleans Arena. Bill Adams in already in the ring waiting with his referee shirt on.]

Freddy Class: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 275 pounds he is “The Only One” RAGE!!!

["My Own Summer" by Deftones blares throughout the arena. Smoke begins to fill the entrance way as the heavy guitar riff kicks in and Rage slowly walks out on to the stage wearing his signature black boots and charcoal grey trunk with "The Only One" written on the back. He slowly walks down the ramp as the fans boo at his every step. The fans start to POP as Aidan Caine runs down and attacks Rage from behind! Bill Adams is in the ring yelling at Caine. Caine helps Rage up and whips him into the ring steps. Caine looks at Bill and flips him off then picks Rage up and slides him into the ring and follows shortly after. Bill Adams calls for the bell.]

DING! DING!

Thomas Simon: Good strategy by Caine to try and get the upper hand first!

[Caine stands up in the ring and tells Adams to back off. Caine helps Rage to his feet and nails him with a spinebuster. Caine covers but Adams does not make the count as he acts like he lost his contact. Rage is grabbing his back as Caine slaps his head. Caine helps Rage up but Adams gets in between both and forces them to break up. Caine looks confused as Adams tells him to back away from him.]

Bob Herman: Smart move by Adams catching a cheater before he does it!

[Adams gets Rage resting the corner. Caine stands in the opposite corner not believing what is going on. He becomes impatient and walks over grabbing Bill by the shirt and pulls him off of Rage. Caine starts unloading on Rage and then Adams goes outside and rings the bell grabbing a microphone in the process.]

Bill Adams: The winner of this match as result of a disqualification for intending to cause bodily harm to an official is……RAGE!!! Hahahahaha better luck next time Cainey! Looks like Rage now holds that title shot!

[Caine goes beat red and turns his attention back to Rage only to find that he has already slipped out of the ring. Rage is staggering beside Bill Adams as Clash, Titan and Jason Xavier make their way out from the back. Adams smiles with evil intentions as the group slowly walk towards the ring. Caine readies himself but all of a sudden “Infection” by The Belrays blares throughout the Orleans Arena and Kurt Newman comes out in a suit jacket and ducky pyjamas with his Awesome Title around his waist. He has a mic in hand as Bill tells the group to hang on for a minute.]

Kurt Newman: First things first Billy Bob….I wouldn’t be throwing around your weight…..as much as there is just quite yet…..you see the Kelly Ann Hale came out earlier and said she would announce the new CEO of MPW……and well wouldn’t you know it………

[Bill Adams is heard yelling “No! Come on NO!”]

Kurt Newman: that new CEO….well you’re looking at him!!!

[Crowd POPS MASSIVE]

Kurt Newman: Which is the reason why I dressed up because I am the new Chief Executive Awesome Officer of MPW! So I have a few orders of business to address since I am out here in a suit jacket and my finest ducky pants. This match Caine….never happened! You still hold your Roll of the Dice title shot!

[Rage yells “THAT’S BULLSHIT!”]

Kurt Newman: Yes……..yes it is………Now Rage on to you….I’m feeling generous…..so generous that in fact I’m going to book you in a match next week………..hmmmmm a hardcore match against the resident razor blader around here JEFF MOULAND! ISN’T THAT AWESOME?!?!?! I sure think it is!!!

[“Infection” blasts as Adams and his group are visibly upset.]

Thomas Simon: I guarantee you that this was NOT how Bill Adams pictured this night to end! Kurt Newman is our new CEO!!!!! This is unbelievable!!!! Nation we are out of time! See you next week!!!!

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