Date:: Monday, August 13th, 2012
Channel: WTN (Wrestling Television Network)
Venue: Orleans Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time:: 9pm EST/ 5pm PST

Pre-show

[The camera opens to the MPW production truck that is outside the Orleans Arena. Al of a sudden Bytch and Falcon come into the picture.]

Bytch: Hehehehehe this is going to be soooo great!

Falcon: You think so? They won’t get pissed?

Bytch: What the MPW guys??? Nawwwwww me and them go waaaaay back….like 6 months…..old buddies. Used to spend hours on the NYCCW chat talking about Zombies and how much I loved and hated my ex-girlfriend.

Falcon: Like I am with MPW….I mean look at that truck with that beautiful well done MPW graphic…..I hate it! NO! I love it!

Bytch: Ya ya we get it…..look you bore me and I don’t want to talk about you anymore. But what I have here is the new Monday Night Main Event Zombified intro video. It’ll kill! Let’s go!

[Bytch and Falcon walk up the small steps and open the door into the production truck. A few employees are there and one turns around.]

MPW Employee: HEY! What are you two doing here?

Bytch: Oh uhhhh we are here with the new introduction for Main Event!

MPW Employee: Oh Finally! We didn’t know if it would make the deadline.

Bytch: Yup and we are here to install it as well.

MPW Employee: OH…..That’s strange….Do you know what you’re doing?

Bytch: Oh please! I attempted to make a Zombie game for three weeks once….I’m sure I will know my way around this stuff.

[Bytch walks over and sits down at the console.]

MPW Employee: Just don’t lose anything though alright? We haven’t had time to back up the system today because we are preparing for High Stakes as well. What’s wrong with that guy?

[Camera goes over and you see Falcon crying.]

Bytch: Oh….you mentioned the “L” word. He’s still kinda touchy about that…..

Falcon: Why?!?!?! It doesn’t make sense…..I cut two promos…..I mean…..WHY?!?!?!?!?!

Bytch: Yeah ignore that he’ll be done for the next 20 minutes or so. Ok so console……just hit this here…..move this there…..ok looks good….ENTER!

[Bytch hits ENTER and the screens all go black and the control boards all start sparking and smoking. MPW Employees freak out.]

MPW Employee: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?!?! YOU LOST EVERYTHING AND FRIED THE ONLY PRODUCTION WE HAVE!!!!!!!!!! YOU STUPID SOCKFACED MORON!

Bytch: HEY! No need for that…..I’m not a little shit…….Wait…..this isn’t Windows Paint? Ohhhhhh

Falcon: WHY?!?!?!?!?!??!? WHY!?!?!?!?!??!

Bytch: Still Falc? Come on man!

[Bytch gets up and walks to Falcon.]

Bytch: Come on body looks like our plan didn’t go so smooth……I tried for Zombies and got fireworks instead.

Flacon: *sniff* *wipes tears* Ohhhhh it’s sparkly…..I love it……NO! I HATE IT! LOVE! HATE! LOVE! HATE!

[Bytch slaps Falcon.]

Falcon: Thanks Bytch. You are my one true friend. Why don’t we go back to Crybaby Pro Wrestling?

Bytch: I think that’s a great idea. We need to get going before………

[Aidan Caine walks in with a 6 pack of Molson Canadian.]

Aidan Caine: Boys I just wanted to show my appreciation for your hard work so I thought I’d grab some imported beer direct from Canada. Because only the best comes from Canada…….*wink*…..Hope you are all thirs……….ty………..what in the sweet corn bread with mashed potatoes happened here?!?!?!

[All the employees point to the corner where Bytch and Falcon are cowering from Caine. He sees them then looks at the camera and mouths “Really?”

Aidan Caine: Didn’t you guys get the message last week? You are not wanted here. Boys what happened?

MPW Employee: Well these guys supposedly had the new MNME intro vid and said they would load it. Then Bytch happened!

Aidan Caine: Isn’t that always the case? Guys…..guys…..guys just want am I going to do with you two??? OH I KNOW!

[Caine walks over and grabs Bytch and Falcon by there heads and drags them to the door tossing them outside down the steps. Both of them are laid out at the bottom of the steps. Caine turns around and pulls a flash drive out of his pocket.]

Aidan Caine: Here…..I just so happen to have a copy of the actual new Main Event intro video right here!

MPW Employee: That’s great and all but the truck is destroyed….We can’t air MNME tonight at all.

Aidan Caine: Well it just so happens that I have a extra production that I drive around with….you know for Bytchy days!

[Caine points to the his car with the trailer attached to it.]

MPW Employee: How did you tow that with that car?

Aidan Caine: Silly man……Because I’m Aidan Caine…..

[The employees shuffle over to the truck across from the existing one and get in. Caine goes with them and they start it up and load up the new intro vid.]

Aidan Caine: Alright guys I’m out. You can keep this truck…..I have like 6 more at home…….oh yeah one more thing……START THIS UP WE ARE LIVE MPW-NATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thomas Simon: Hello MPW Nation and welcome to the Monday Night’s Main Event!!!!!!!!! Tonight is our Go Home show before our first Pay Per View HIGH STAKES!!!!

Bob Herman: Exciting times indeed!

Thomas Simon: Well let’s get right to tonight’s we are starting of MPW style!!!! Triple Threat….Take it away Honey!

Standard Match
Referee: Jude Mason

Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first from Groves Valley, Phloriphornia by way of Saratov, Russia weighing in at 123 lbs and standing at 5'4" she is "The Saratov Sweetheart" Sonja Maria Lickinova!!!!!

["FU Betta" by Neon Hitch blasts through the speakers as "The Saratov Sweetheart" and "Molotov Mocktail" Sonja Maria Lickinova seductively skips and slinks down the ramp in her trademark ruby-red robe and now Converse Red sneakers. She blows kisses to the audience and does some provocative dance steps as she nears the apron. She takes off her ruby-red bathrobe and hands it to an attendant at ringside. Despite being 5'7", Lickinova still walks in between the top and middle rope to execute a picture-perfect bum wiggle before entering the ring. Her wrestling attire ushers up catcalls and cheers as she either prances around the ring waiting for her opponent]

Honey Winters: Introducing second from Tampa, Florida weighing in at 132 lbs she is ROXI JOHNSON!!!!

["Outsider" by Green Day plays as Roxi to the cheer of the fans makes her way to the ring.]

Honey Winters: And last from The Pit standing at 6 ft 1 and weighing in tonight at 244 lbs he is "The Saviour" CASTIEL!!!!

[As Living in Sin plays, a blinding white light beams from the entrance ramp. Castiel slowly makes his way out from the light and stands with his arms spread, staring intently at the ring, ignoring the crowd. He slowly makes his way down the ramp and hops onto the apron, climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope and once again spreads his arms out wide.]

Thomas Simon: Well this is going to be an interesting match with two competitors that faced each other last week in a fatal four way which was won by Enigma, but these two along with the other two in the match last week was fantastic and of course we get to see "The Molotov Mocktail" Sonja Maria Lickinova in action tonight.

Bob Herman: Can you just shut up before a match once so we can see these fine athletes start there matches in peace!!

DING DING

Thomas Simon: Disregarding Bobo's last comments here we go!

[Straight away from the opening bell Roxi and Sonja go after Castiel bringing him into the corner with the double team left and right jabs. Roxi then gets quick kick in that is then followed up by Sonja lifting her leg and choking out Castiel. After the move Sonja steps back and gestures for Roxi to have a turn in attacking. Roxi obliges and starts kneeing Castiel in the gut but before Sonja who is behind Roxi attempts The 3-L..]

Thomas Simon: WOW look at this Sonja tires for her finishing submission so early on but no! Roxi grabs the back of Sonja's head and hits a jawbreaker that leaves Sonja facing the other way.

[Roxi then grabs Sonja and locks in a full nelson center of the ring. The hold is not on for long as Castiel from the corner cuts Roxi off by clubbing her in the back. Roxi and Sonja fall to the ground as Castiel follows by grabbing Roxi by her hair lifting her to her feet. Then follows with a Russian legsweep on Roxi, he then gets up quickly realising that Sonja was behind him and is to late and met with a clothesline that Castiel gets up quickly from but just after turning around is hit with a dropkick that makes Castiel fall out of the ring]

Bob Herman: Picture perfect dropkick there, hope to see a lot more of Sonja, she is a great wrestler and looks the goods.

[Sonja now turns her attention to Roxi who has just gotten up, she swings her around and hits a saito suplex. Roxi is down and now Sonja calls to the crowd before turning Roxi to her back and attempts the crossface but Roxi once again fights out flipping over then gets up and kicks Roxi in the gut and follows by attempting springing off the ropes attempting a springboard ddt but it caught by Sonja who grabs her by the legs and follows by turning Roxi over locking in the single leg boston crab named Chekov Gunslinger]

Thomas Simon: The Chekov Gunslinger is locked in this could be it! What a reversal by Sonja to get Roxi into position for the Gunslinger!

[After a few seconds Roxi is able to reach the ropes which makes Roxi realise the hold. Sonja grabs Roxi by the leg and tries to drag her into the middle to lock in the Chekov Gunslinger again but Roxi than kicks Sonja in the face getting up and runs at Sonja hitting a running dropkick than follows by springing off the middle rope this time connecting if the springboard ddt.

Thomas Simon: Cover by Roxi!

1..........2........

Oh wait Castiel from outside the ring breaks the cover and the match continues!

[Castiel waits for Roxi to get up before whipping her into the corner than running at her hitting a jumping corner splash followed by than running off the ropes and hit Roxi who was coming out of the corner with a jumping crossbody. Castiel is in control as he picks Sonja up lifting her into the powerslam position hitting a running powerslam. Now Castiel signals to the crowd calling for the Last Rite]

Bob Herman: I love this move! It will definitely win the match for Castiel if he is able to connect with the Last Rite!

[Castiel lifts Sonja onto his shoulders but she is able to wriggle out falling behind Castiel who turns around to a Soviet Sickle superkick to the chin. Sonja makes the cover 1…….. 2…….Roxi who had recovered runs off the ropes attempting the Reality Bites but Sonja seeing this moves out of the way as the move connects on the downed Castiel, Roxi gets up and is hits with the northern lights suplex. Sonja doesn't decide to make the cover but instead to climb the ropes where she connects with a moonsault on Roxi]

Thomas Simon: What an opening match we have here tonight!!

[Sonja makes the cover……1……….2………Kick out by Roxi!!!! Sonja gets up and looks at Jude Mason in disbelief. She gets up and helps Roxi to her feet. Sonja is attacked from behind by Castiel forcing her to let go of Roxi leaving her against the ropes. Castiel turns Sonja around and instantly lifts her up on to her shoulder then nails a Go To Sleep and follows with an Evenflow DDT!!!!]

Bob Herman: THAT’S THE LAST RITE!!!!

[Castiel still weakened from Reality Bites slowly flips over Sonja and covers her. Jude Mason goes to drop down to start the pin but out of nowhere Roxi gets a burst of energy and springs off the ropes landing on Castiel who was laying on Sonja for the Reality Bites!!!! Roxi holds her mid section grimacing in pain as Castiel rolls off Sonja. Roxi scoots over and covers Castiel. Mason down and counts…..1……….2……….3!!!!!!!!!!!]

Thomas Simon: Listen to crowd POP for Roxi getting her very first MPW win!!!!!

A Proposal….

[Backstage, TWI is relaxing in their locker room]

Rage: Xavier here yet?

Johnny Clash: Nah…he said he will be arriving fashionably late AKA TWI style! Love that kid

[Suddenly Apostle Kried walks into the room, causing all three of them to jump to their feet.]

Johnny Clash: Shit! The German is drunk! He walked right into us!

Apostle Kried: I’m not drunk Johnny…

Johnny Clash: He’s in denial, he must be smoking weed too, somebody call the cops! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Rage: Ignore him for now, what the hell are you doing here Kried?

Apostle Kried: I have a proposal for you guys…

Johnny Clash: Ha, a proposal for us? And why exactly would we want to do anything that involved helping you?

Apostle Kried: Weren’t you panicking just now?

Rage: He’s right, you’re wasting our time. There’s nothing you could possibly say to make us help you.

Apostle Kried: Look, I don’t want you to help me; I just want you to do something that you guys would probably enjoy doing anyways.

Johnny Clash: Why do you need us to do it?

Apostle Kried: Because Bill Adams isn’t letting me anywhere near him or his office.

Rage: Wait, Adams? We hate Adams almost as much as we hate you.

Johnny Clash: Maybe more!

Rage (to Johnny): Don’t say that in front of him! Remember?

Johnny Clash: I mean we hate you!

Apostle Kried: Look, I just need you guys to hit Bill Adams where it hurts. If you could just break into his office and take something he’s going to miss.

Rage: Again, why would we do this for you?

Apostle Kried: Because it’s going to hurt Bill Adams a hell of a lot more than it would help me. And I know how much you guys enjoy being a pain in the ass to Bill Adams. Look at it this way; I might be on my way out as it is, so you should be focusing on being jackasses to Bill now, so that you don’t fall behind.

Rage: Yeah but…

Johnny Clash: But uh… well, hold on a second.

[TWI huddle up, leaving Apostle standing behind them trying to see what they’re doing.]

Johnny Clash (whispered): Breaking and entering does sound like fun…

Rage (whispered): Yeah, but its Apostle we’re talking about, he must have a reason for wanting us to do this right?

Johnny Clash: Who cares? If it means making that fat prick with no discernable mic skills suffer, we should do it right?

Rage: Well yeah, I guess…

Johnny Clash: So I guess if we both agree we do it then.

[Apostle breaks into a grin and walks out just as they end their huddled discussion.]

Johnny Clash: So I guess we’ll… hey? Where’d the steroid jar go?

[Scene fades to commercial on Clash looking befuddled at Kried leaving.]

Hall answers the call!

[Fade back into the arena as the crowd is buzzing from that great match still. Suddenly “School of Hard Knocks” blasts and Shawn Hall walks out to a deafening POP from the Las Vegas crowd. He gets in the ring quickly and grabs a mic from Honey.]

Shawn Hall: How’s it going everyone???

[Crowd pops!]

Shawn Hall: Good, good……Now as you know last week the little bald man issued a challenge to me….well if you didn’t catch it here is what he said……

LAST WEEK

Bill Adams: Now on to the so called CEO Shawn Hall…..I’ve had just about enough of your interrupting MY show! You do nothing but disrespect me time and time again and I’ve had enough!!!! So at High Stakes I am willing to put it all on the line against you in a TABLES MATCH! Winner takes full control of MPW!!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you say Shawn?!?!? Do you have the balls?????

[MPWTron stops playing the recap.]

Shawn Hall: So……disrespectful am I?? Well let me put it to you like this Bill……

[Hall is interrupted as “Hero” blasts and Bill Adams angrily walks down the ramp and gets the ring. He demands a mic from Honey and gets it.]

Bill Adams: Well….well…..well……….The suit showed up! Nice to see you here on MY show! For once you are not here to interrupt a decision of mine but this time the tables have turned I am the one interrupting you! But I will be kind enough to let everyone hear the answer we ALL want to hear……

Shawn Hall: Bill I’m not a dumb man. I know that’s exactly what you are out here for. That’s what the people have been tweeting about…..BUT unfortunately the answer is simply…No!

[The fans boo loudly as they hear this answer.]

Shawn Hall: It’s simple actually…..You see Bill I am not an active roster member neither are you. So to advertise us and have us on the Pay Per View takes the valuable wages from members of this roster that deserve it! So myself and the board came to thi…….

Bill Adams: And there it is! ‘The Board’ Tell me something Shawn do you always do what the board tells you to do? I mean you seem like an intelligent man about fifteen percent of the time that I figure you would have the balls to step into this ring and fight me like a man!

Shawn Hall: I see what you’re doing here Bill I do…..you’re trying to goat me into saying yes…..not going to happen. My main concern is the boys in the back and the fans in the seats. Not to feed the ego of Bilbo Baggins in front of me.

Bill Adams: HAHAHAHAHHA Sooooo funny Shawn. Always with the wit huh? Well let me explain something to you….I’m Bill Adams…..the General Manager of MPW….I ALWAYS GET WHAT I WANT!!!!!!

Shawn Hall: That may be true Bill…..You are the General Manager of MPW……but sometimes little Hobbit you don’t get what you wan…….

[Bill Adams interrupts Shawn Hall by slapping him clean across the face. Hall grabs his face as it fills with instant anger. Adams looks on with an evil grin.]

Bill Adams: So how about now Shawn? I see that anger in you! I know you were a former wrestler…..I bet you don’t like to be punked out by a hobbit now do you? Give me an answer Shawn……GIVE ME AN ANSWER PUPPET BOY!!!!!!!! Oh right you need the ‘Board’s ‘decision…..how typical of a once might……

[Hall shocks Adams and grabs him then proceeds to nail the ‘Break Down!’ (Rock Bottom) leaving Adams on the mat. Hall picks up his mic and crotches down to Adams.]

Shawn Hall: Looks like at High Stakes……This ‘Puppet Boy’ is going to make a hobbit his BITCH!

[“School of Hard Knocks” blares and Shawn Hall drops the mic beside Adams. The crowd is popping HUGE as Half leaves the ring and heads back up the ramp.]

Thomas Simon: Wow Bobo! It’s on now! Hall has accepted Adams challenge!

Bob Herman: I don’t know if that was a smart way to do it. He hit Adams with his finisher. Bill will have that move scouted now for sure!

Thomas Simon: You’re an idiot…….Fans we will return after this short break!

Heads Up Trey!

[Scene opens with Trey Baxter standing next to a vending machine. he's running a hand through his dark hair and something seems to be on his mind. he nods his head at a few people that pass by him but once the hallway is clear again, his cell phone goes off. He answers it immediately]

Trey Baxter: Who the fuck are you? Why do you keep calling me?

[The voice is still disguised by an electronic changer]

Caller: I've been trying to warn and help you Mr. Baxter.

Trey Baxter: How has this been helping me? I've been a mess for weeks thinking about the fact that I was cheated out of 8 years with my son....

[The caller starts to laugh, Baxter's face going redder by the minute]

Trey Baxter: What's so god damn funny? Why are you playing these games with me? Who the hell are you?

[The laughing stops a minute]

Caller: heads up Baxter

[Baxter looks confused and then suddenly a male figure appears behind him and hits him over the head with a steel chair. More laughing is heard over the phone as the man in the hood hits him again with the chair before starting to kick him while he's down]

Male voice off camera: Hey...what's going on....

[Aidan Caine appears just as the dark hooded figure runs away]

Aidan Caine: I hope that’s not that Bytch or Falcon guy…...This place is getting crazy with masked and hooded people……

[He bends down trying to offer Baxter some assistance; he brushes it away with a growl]

Trey Baxter: Thanks, I'll be okay.

[He gets up slowly and leans against the wall, breathing heavily]

Aidan Caine: What in the hell was that about?

Trey Baxter: I don't know exactly...bastard didn't show his face

[Scene fades back to inside the ring.]

Standard Match
Referee: Alex Santiago

Honey Winters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Melbourne, Australia, Weighing in at 215 pounds!!! DRAAAAAAAAAAAKE HUUUUUUUUUUNTER!!!!!

[“Bound” by Disturbed blares as Drake Hunter comes out to a HUGE pop! He runs down to the ring and slides in then waits for his opponent.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent!! Weighing in tonight at 229 pounds!! Hailing from Washington, DC He is CHRIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS MICHAELSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

["Superstar” by Saliva blasts as the crowd pops for the MPW newcomer. Chris makes his way out and gets in the ring to start the match.]

[The bell rings as Chris Michaels and Drake Hunter begin to circle each other in a much anticipated match between one of the better newcomers in the MPW and a guy who will be fighting for Johnny Clash in a week’s time. They come together and lock up. Michaels immediately gets the upper hand as he puts Drake in a headlock. Hunter throws Michaels into the ropes and as he bounces back Michaels hits Hunter with a shoulder block that sends Hunter down. As Hunter quickly makes his way back to his feet Michaels bounces off the ropes and this time connects with a cross body and quickly goes for the pin. 1...Kickout! Michaels quickly gets up and begins to stomp on the body of Hunter as he starts to try to make his way to his feet as well. The ref finally stops Michaels as Michaels lets out a huge smile. He picks Hunter up, hooks his head, and lifts him up high before dropping him down on his back with a stalling suplex. Michaels wastes no time as he quickly climbs up to the top rope as he waits for Hunter to slowly make his way to his feet. As soon as he does Michaels jumps off and connects with a missile dropkick to the back of Drake Hunters head that sends him flying across the ring and stomach first into the corner.]

Thomas Simon: Two straight weeks for Chris Michaels…..two straight GREAT impressions!

[Hunter stumbles off the corner as Michaels quickly gets back to his feet and hits Hunter with a neckbreaker. Michaels quickly picks Hunter up and body slams him right in the middle of the ring before climbing up to the top rope. He stands up straight and pumps the crowd up who gives him a mixed reaction of boo's and cheers. He waits a second before jumping high in the air and trying to connect with a frog splash but Drake Hunter is somehow able to roll out of the way which makes Michaels connect hard with the mat and immediately starts grabbing his stomach. This gives Hunter enough time to finally gain his composure and get to his feet. Michaels slowly makes his way to his feet as well but as soon as Hunter notices him he charges at him and connects with a hard spear. Drake quickly picks Michaels up and hooks his head as he picks him up for a suplex but then drops him down before hitting him with a superkick! What a move! Michaels drops straight back as he seems to be out of it after the hard kick to his jaw. Hunter immediately goes for the pin. 1...2...Kickout! How did he do it? Michaels somehow was able to get a shoulder up.]

Bob Herman: Great resiliency shown by Chris Michaels here.

[Hunter sits up in frustration as he thought he had the match won. He immediately gets up to his feet and begins to pump the crowd up as he gets ready to try to end this match. Hunter picks Michaels up, turns him around, and grabs a hold of his head as the crowd goes nuts in anticipation of Hunter's finishing move. As Hunter turns Michaels body to hit him with The Game Over Michaels is somehow able to reverse it by pushing Hunter into the ropes. Hunter grabs a hold of the ropes to stop himself before turning around to face Michaels who is waiting and hits Hunter with The Debree! Michaels just connected with sweet chin music right to the chin of Drake Hunter! Hunter goes down hard! Michaels goes for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Drake Hunter is able to kick out once again and shows why he is one of the better superstars in the MPW and Michaels showing why he has such a bright future in this business. Michaels sits up in frustration as he thought he had the match won for sure that time. Michaels quickly picks Hunter up and puts his head under his legs before lifting him up and dropping him down on his head with a piledriver. Chris Michaels has taken back control of this match! ]

Thomas Simon: WOW! A spine tingling Piledriver!!!

[Michaels immediately grabs the head of Hunter and hooks him into Curtain Closed(Hell's Gate)! This might be it! Michaels has it locked in! Hunter does his best to try to reach the ropes and as he finally gets really close Michaels drags him back to the middle of the ring where he still has the Curtain Closed locked in! Hunter tries to reach out for the ropes again before having to tap out! Chris Michaels has done it!]

Bob Herman: Impressive win from Chris Micheals!

Thomas Simon: Indeed it was Bobo….

Viagra Stash!

[The camera switches to inside Bill Adams’ office just as the door slams open and three men in ski masks and black clothes enter. They look around as one voice that is clearly Johnny Clash speaks.]

Johnny Clash: Alright, we’re looking for something huge alright, something that’ll make Bill on his knees crying for the rest of the show.

[The second man stands up straight, and speaks.]

Rage: Sorry, can I just ask why the hell we’re dressed up like this?

Johnny Clash: What? We’re breaking and entering, thieves are supposed to dress like this. Haven’t you ever seen the Italian Job?

Rage: Did they dress like this in the Italian Job?

Johnny Clash: I don’t know, I never saw it.

[Rage pulls his mask off and flings it to the ground.]

Rage: I can’t believe you made me put this crap on, let’s just grab something and get out of here.

Johnny pulls his mask off and they both look around.]

Johnny Clash: I know, let’s take his chair! What’s he going to do without his chair?

Rage: We can’t fit that through the door, besides, I don’t think he ever uses this desk, it’s too hard for him to stand up.

Johnny Clash: Right, right…….OH I know! Let’s look for his Viagra stash! That’s just the thing!

Rage: I think you’re the only guy who keeps one of those at his workplace Johnny.

Johnny Clash: Really? Why? People should get on that. Wait! I found something! YAHTZEE!!

Rage: What have you got there??

[Johnny is standing by the desk holding a white box.]

Johnny Clash: Hey! Jelly donuts! This is perfect! Let’s go, Adams will be completely lost without his Jelly Donuts!

Rage: I don’t think…

Johnny closes the box and charges out the door. Rage sighs as he leaves too. The scene fades to commercial.]

Whatever you want to do Bossman!

[The scene fades to back stage in Bill Adams Office. Bill is in the middle of looking at some paper work when he hears a knock at the door.]

Bill Adams: Come in.

[The door opens to find Kurt with a huge smile on his face on the other side. Bill Adams has a ticked off expression on his face as Kurt makes his way in and stands on the other side of the desk. Kurt holds something behind his back as he looks down at Bill and addresses him with the smile still on his face.]

Kurt Newman: Hey buddy. You miss me?

Bill Adams: Damn it Kurt, management and I aren’t too happy what happened over in London. We sent you over there to do some reporting and all we got were videos of you and the camera crew drunk and taking shits in the middle of a corn field.

Kurt Newman: I know, I know we fucked up. I apologized to management and paid for the expenses for us going over to London. I wanted to give you a present that I got over in London.

[The anger in Bills face soon goes away as he’s now interested in what he got.]

Bill Adams: Oh, really.

[Kurt takes his hand from behind his back and places a gift bag on the desk. Before Bill can open the bag though, it begins to vibrate. The smile on Bills face soon turns into disgust as he slowly looks up Kurt.]

Bill Adams: Is that what I think it is?

Kurt Newman: It’s one of the best in the market and all the women that I know love the hell out of this device. I got this for you because I know how it is around your age. Sex life isn’t that great and you need to spice it up a little. So give it to your wife and act like you guys are kids again. Or if you want to play around with it on your own, be my guest. Not going to judge if you’re into that or not.

Bill Adams: NEWMAN!

[Kurt backs away from the desk and throws his arms up in defeat.]

Kurt Newman: Or give it to your wife. Whatever you want to do bossman. I got to get going though, my match is coming up soon. I’ll talk to you later.

[Kurt opens the door and exits the room. Bill waits a few seconds until he cautiously grabs the gift bag and pulls it close to him. He slowly opens the bag, looks inside and raises an eyebrow.]

Tag Team Match
Referee: Ross Parker

[“We Will Rock You” by Queen hits and the fans cheer as Chris Cable and Toby Foster run out on to the stage. They head towards the ring]

Honey Winters: Making their way to the ring, the team of Toby Foster and Chris Cable!

[They slide under the ropes and climb to opposite turnbuckles. The fans give them a huge pop as they jump down and prepare for their opponents. Lights out by Breaking Benjamin hits and the fans boo as Justin Fischer and Taufik walk out on to the stage. Justin holds up his TV title belt as Taufik trails behind]

Honey Winters: And their opponents, Introducing first…..he is the MPW Television Champion Justin Fischer!!!!!!

[The fans boo as “Lights Out” blasts and Justin walks out and heads down the ramp and into the ring.]

Honey Winters: And his partner Taufik!!!!

[“Unsettling Differences” plays as Taufik walks out to boos from the crowd. He climbs in the ring and match is ready to get started.]

Thomas Simon: We are under way!

[Foster and Taufik slug it out in the ring as the crowd gets behind the two. Foster whips Taufik off the ropes and delivers a back body drop sending him on his back. Toby runs off the ropes and delivers an elbow to Taufik. He jumps up and picks Taufik up by the head. He delivers a body slam and walks to the corner. He heads to the top rope. Justin Fischer climbs to the top rope and pushes Foster in to the ring. Foster crashes to the mat. The camera shows outside the ring as Cable is trying to get to his feet. Inside the ring Taufik tags Fischer in to the match. He comes in full fury and stomps on Foster. He puts him in a head lock on the mat and Foster struggles.]

Bob Herman: Justin Fischer full of fire here.

Thomas Simon: He certainly has become more aggressive as of late.

Bob Herman: Ever since he got rid of those god awful leather pants!

[Fischer lets go of the hold and gets to his feet. He stomps on Foster one more time and than tags in Taufik. Cable climbs up to the apron in his corner. Taufik takes the leg of Foster and drops down on to it with his knees. Foster is in pain and Taufik hits it once again. He stands Foster up and delivers a jab to the jaw. Foster stumbles back and Taufik runs off the ropes. He jumps on to Foster to cross body but Foster catches him. He steps forward and than falls back with a fall away slam sending Taufik to the mat. Foster gets up and looks over at Fischer who stares back at him. He walks over and puts his finger in Fischer’s face. Taufik rolls up Foster from behind!]

1............2....................

Bob Herman: Almost had him!

[Foster kicks out and gets to his feet. He tags in Chris Cable and Taufik tells him to “Come on!” Cable runs towards Taufik who catches him and delivers a T-Bone release suplex. Cable crashes to the mat and Taufik smirks. The fans boo and begin to chant for Chris Cable. Cable uses the ropes to get up and Taufik stalks him from behind. He wraps his arms around the belly of Chris Cable and delivers a German Suplex. Cable holds his back and tries to tag in Toby Foster. Taufik tags in Justin Fischer and Fischer rushes to Cable and pulls him away from his corner. He mounts him and begins punching. The referee pulls him off and Fischer argues with him. Taufik jumps down on the mat and chokes Cable on the bottom rope. Toby Foster tries to climb in to the ring but the referee stops him. Taufik throws Cable back in to the ring and Fischer waits for him to get up. When he does he kicks him in the mid section and hits a DDT. He pins him]

1.........2...............

[Cable kicks out and Fischer mouths off to the referee. Cable stretches out his hand and attempts to tag again. Fischer turns around and drags Cable away. He tosses him in to his corner and tags in Taufik. They whip Cable off the ropes and deliver a double arm drag. Fischer goes to his corner and Taufik continues to lay in to Cable. He drives his knee in to the back and pulls on Cables arms stretching him out. Foster waits in the corner trying to get the fans in to the match. The fans get rowdier and rowdier until Cable reaches the ropes. Taufik holds until the four count and than releases. Cable tries to get to his corner but Taufik cuts him off once again and delivers another German Suplex.]

Bob Herman: Cable is getting beat down in there. I like it!

Thomas Simon: Taufik and Fischer really cutting off the ring and not letting Toby Foster back in the ring.

[Taufik waits for Cable to get up, stalking him from behind with his arms out. When Cable gets up he delivers the “May Allah Be With You” submission hold. He drags Cable to the center of the ring and drops him to the mat. Cable is about to tap out but Foster rushes in the ring and delivers a boot to the head of Taufik breaking it up. The referee makes Foster leave the ring. Taufik goes to Foster’s corner and yells at him. Foster punches him and Cable jumps up and delivers Taufik a drop kick.]

Thomas Simon: This could be the turning point here!

[Cable and Taufik are both down. They both crawl to their corners and Cable jumps up and tags in Foster. Foster rushes to the other side of the ring and pull Taufik to the center. He knocks Fischer off the apron and the crowd gets fired up. Foster picks up Taufik and delivers a body slam. He runs off the ropes and hits a leg drop. He pins Taufik]

1.............2................

[Taufik kicks out last second and Foster looks shocked. He lifts Taufik up and delivers a vertical suplex. He than goes to the top rope. Foster poses and than leaps off with an elbow drop. He stays on the mat to catch his breath as Taufik looks down and out. Foster looks over at Cable in the corner and is ready to make the tag. Taufik holds on to Foster’s feet and Foster turns back around to keep Taufik down. Fischer shows up on the opposite side of the ring and pulls Cable off the apron. Fischer ducks down and waits by the apron. Foster turns around and goes to tag Cable. Cable isn’t there but Fischer jumps up on to apron and delivers a guillotine to Foster. Fischer slides in to the ring and hits the Cruise Control on Foster! Taufik rolls over on to Foster and gets the pin]

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

[The bell rings and Taufik’s theme song hits. The referee holds up the arms of Taufik and Justin Fischer. Fischer holds up the TV title and looks down at Foster and yells at him]

Honey Winters: Here are your winners, Taufik and the Television Champion, Justin Fischer.

[Fischer slides in the ring and starts beating down on Toby. He helps him up and nails another Cruise Control for good measure! On the outside Taufik is beating down Cable as he tosses him into the ring steps. Taufik helps him up and then flips him with a nasty belly to belly suplex. Justin makes his way out of the ring and starts laying the boots to Cable as well. Taufik spins Justin around and pushes him explaining that no one shall end Cable but him! Just looks at Taufik with an “Excuse Me?” expression then quickly nails him with a Cruise Control. Justin springs to his feet as “Lights Out” plays as the crowd boos. Scene fades on Justin holding his title high in the air staring in the ring at what he just did.]

What the hell is this?

[Scene fades into backstage looking down a long hallway. As the visual turns to the left, the locker room of Nightdyne Incorporated is now visible. Their logo sits in the center of the door, and as the visual gets closer, both Chris Michaels and Enigma are seen walking into the picture from the left side of the screen. Chris opens the door and they both walk into their locker room as the visual follows. The lights come on, and then they both notice a package sitting in the center of the floor.]

Chris Michaels: What the hell is this?

Enigma: Who knows... Is there anything written on it?

Chris Michaels: Just a typical UPS shipping label.

Enigma: Where does it say it was sent from?

Chris Michaels: Let's see... Ummm.... Chicago, Illinois, and it is addressed to the both of us.

Enigma: It has to be something from Zero. Nobody else would really send something to the both of us, using my stage name on the label, here.

Chris Michaels: You are right. Hang on a second, I have an idea.

[Chris Michaels stands up and then walks back to the locker room door. He opens the door, and notices a maintenance worker walking passed.]

Chris Michaels: Hey, kid, how old are you?

Worker: I am 24 sir.

Chris Michaels: Fantastic, come on in here, I will give you one hundred bucks to open a package for me. I would do it, but I just got done beating the hell out of Drake Hunter, and my arms are a little sore.

Worker: Okay... Let's see the money first.

Chris Michaels: Here you go.

[Chris Michaels hands over a one hundred dollar bill to the worker. The worker then walks into the locker room and kneels down in front of the package. He pulls out a utility knife and cuts the taping on the package. Both Enigma and Chris Michaels are seen standing back just a little bit. The worker then opens the package, and a mask similar to the one that Enigma wears is seen mounted on a mannequin head. The worker grabs the mannequin head and pulls it out of the box and shows it to Enigma and Chris Michaels.]

Enigma: Is this some kind of a joke?

Chris Michaels: Alright kid, get out of here.

Worker: Yes, sir.

[The worker leaves the locker room and the door is seen being shut behind him by Enigma.]

Enigma: You gave that moron one hundred bucks to find the mask I sent to Zero in a box?

Chris Michaels: No.

Enigma: Yes you did, I just saw you!

Chris Michaels: No, you witnessed me giving him a fake one hundred dollar bill. I'm not stupid.

Enigma: You are bad.

Chris Michaels: What can I say? So, are you ready for your match tonight?

Enigma: As ready as I will ever be. The battle is halfway done, you won your match, now it is my turn.

Chris Michaels: Exactly. I told Drake Hunter what was coming to him, and he got exactly that. Now, the bastard better think twice before opening his mouth at a later date to reference me regarding this match. The world is starting to experience, first hand, the reincarnation of Nightdyne Incorporated.

Enigma: Indeed they are brother, and this new form of Nightdyne will make more of an impact than Zero ever did, trust me on that. Pretty soon, I will have his head in a box, and I shall mount it on the wall in our headquarters next to John Fisherman's and Kurt Newman's. These followers have no idea the power that I hold in this business, and they can discredit my skill only until tonight when I make them a footnote in MPW's history thus far. There is no more time for games from either of them, I have made my peace with what I am about to do them. The comedian and the troll will fall at my feet. If Kurt Newman feels he is up for the challenge, I want him to feel like he was hit by a tank. If John Fisherman wants to prove he is the King of the World, he has to take me off of the throne first. They will fully understand what No Tolerance, No Mercy, and No Escape is about tonight, just as you taught Drake Hunter. It's time to get ready; I have some "superstars" to teach a lesson to.

[The visual fades to black and goes into another commercial break.]

Why X?

[Scene fades to backstage in the MPW interview area where Tim Bowers is standing by with TWI’s newest member Jason Xavier.]

Tim Bowers: Hi MPW fans to my right is none other than the newest member of the True Wrestling Icons Jason Xavier! Thanks for joining me X

Jason Xavier: Ya ya ya…..hurry this up will ya I have planes to catch and women to snatch!

Tim Bowers: Well I’m just going to cut straight to the chase here….why did you join TWI?

Jason Xavier: Why? Has that light been beating down on your stupid bald head for too long?? Why not?!?!?! I am The Star and Rage and Clash realize that. They came to me asking me to join because they saw what I am truly am and will become…..the biggest STAR in MPW…..

Tim Bowers: One would suggest that you joined them because of your recent….uh losing streak…..

[Jason grabs Tim by his collar and pulls him in.]

Jason Xavier: You listen closely you ignorant moron……I have no losing streak….the Jason Xavier you see now does not lose. Jason X was weak…..last week you saw the birth of the Real Jason Xavier. I run with the big dogs now at TWI and we are taking over…..

[Jason lets Tim go. Bowers straightens his shirt and talks.]

Tim Bowers: Yeah I know but you can’t ignore the fact tha…….

[Xavier superkicks Tim Bowers knocking him out. He bends down and picks up the mic then straightens his suit.]

Jason Xavier: There that’s better…..Now as I was saying the Real Jason Xavier begins next week at High Stakes because I will be running a gauntlet……….a Step Up Gauntlet!! That’s right I am calling out every single member of that piss poor roster to face me next Monday……What do you say Stepsters? You have what it takes to hang with a Star like Jason Xavier??? I’ll show you all what it takes to run with the bulls!

[Scene fades on Xavier dropping the mic on Tim Bowers and walking away.]

ROTD Showcase Match
Referee: Rage / Enforcer: Bloodhound

[Rage and Bloodhound have already made their entrances as Honey Winters gets on the mic.]

Honey Winters: Our next match is Triple Threat match……Introducing first……..ENIGMA!

["Sonne" by Rammstein begins to play throughout the arena as the lights go out. An orange light emits from the stage as Enigma makes his way from behind the curtain. He methodically walks to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He walks to the far turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope as he stretches his arms out and holds his head back as if to be embraced like a god. He jumps back down to the mat and waits in the corner.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent……JOHN FISHERMAN!!!

[As the opening riff of "John the Enigma" echoes across the arena, John Enigma and Ms. Jasmine Biguns reveal themselves on the stage. They stand side by side, Ms. Biguns hooking her arm around her client's arm as John simply stares into the crowd in disdain. They start walking down the ramp, John ignoring the boos from the crowd as Ms. Biguns agitates them from the comfort of her man's side. When they approach ringside, Ms. Biguns releases her hold, steps back and applauds her man as he performs his signature pose: holding both arms from his signs, his thumbs pointing down and his middle and index finger pointing away (hand gesture like this:,=). After a brief moment in this pose, John leaps onto the apron, as Ms. Biguns walks up the staircase in the corner. John enters through the ropes and sits on the middle rope, allowing Ms. Biguns to enter without the struggle of keeping her short skirt from above the waist. They then both stand in the center of the ring. There, John Enigma does his signature pose once again, this time with Ms. Biguns beside her, resting one hand on his lower back and holding out her other hand to complete the pair's pose.]

Honey Winters: And their opponent….KURT NEWMAN!

[The arena fills with cheers as Infection by the Bellrays plays throughout the arena. Kurt makes his way out with two female models on each side of him. Kurt has a huge smile on his face as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. As the three individuals make their way to the ring, Kurt quickly jumps up to the ring and sits on the bottom of the rope. The two females slowly make their way up to the ring and pass underneath the ropes that Kurt is sitting on. Kurt flips into the ring and makes his way over to one of the ring post as streamers of different colors fill the ring. Kurt claps his hands in celebration as he jumps off the ring post and walks over to the two ladies who smile at Kurt as he leans over and kisses both of them on the cheeks.]

[The bell sounds, Newman stands on the apron and panders to the crowd in the front row as he does Enigma runs at him nailing him with a clothesline to the back of the head knocking him into the corner. Enigma grabs Newman pulling him out of the corner as Biguns shouts instructions to Enigma he picks him up and goes to drop him with a lifting DDT but Fisherman runs at Enigma jumps up hitting him with a lariat that causes him to drop Nicky. Enigma stands stunned Fisherman steps back he runs at Enigma as he does Enigma nails him with a big boot that knocks Fisherman down onto the mat. Newman runs up behind Enigma as he goes to pick up Fisherman he starts hitting him over the back of the neck he pulls his head over the ropes choking him, Rage calls for a break but Newman keeps choking Enigma over the middle rope, Rage starts his count 1……2……..3………4 Newman breaks the hold as Enigma leans over the middle rope holding his throat. Newman slides out of the ring as Enigma leans over the middle rope he nails him with a hard right hand and slides back into the ring as Newman gets to his feet Fisherman runs at him as Newman turns around he nails him with a running Yakuza kick that knocks him down onto the mat.]

Thomas Simon: Newman had his mind focused on something else and he got kicked in the face!

Bob Herman: Indeed he did he comes out here pandering to these idiots! Fully deserved!

[Both men get to there feet as they do Enigma slowly gets to his feet. Fisherman grabs Newman around the arm he whips him into the Enigma both men fall back into the corner with Newman leaning on Enigma. Fisherman starts to run at both men as they lay in the corner but Enigma comes out of the corner and throws Newman into Fisherman knocking him down onto the mat. Enigma comes out of the corner he pulls Fisherman to his feet as he does Fisherman starts kicking him with stiff kicks to his legs. Enigma goes to grab Fisherman him with a bearhug but Fisherman manages to block it he moves around behind Enigma. Fisherman turns him around and starts nailing Enigma with stiff European upper cuts that stun Enigma. Fisherman grabs him around the arm he goes to whip him into the corner but Enigma blocks it. Fisherman stands pulling on his arm as Enigma stands blocking it with his feet firmly planted in place. Enigma pulls Fisherman around as he does Newman runs at Fisherman hitting him with a STO. Newman gets to his feet as he does Enigma runs at him he goes for a lariat but Newman ducks out of the way as Enigma turns around Newman hits Enigma with a lariat. Newman moves back across the ring he runs at Enigma as he does Fisherman runs at Newman and knocks him down onto the mat with a spear. Fisherman covers him, Rage counts 1…………..2 Enigma pulls Fisherman up to his feet breaking up the count.]

Thomas Simon: Fisherman went for the cover but Enigma was having no part of that!

[Enigma grabs Fisherman around the arm and throws him into the corner he runs in at him but Fisherman moves out of the way as Fisherman moves Newman runs in and jumps up and nails Enigma with a clothesline while he lays back in the corner. Newman steps back as he does Fisherman grabs him around the head he turns Newman around locking his arms around him Fisherman throws Newman with a overhead belly to belly suplex but Newman lands on his feet as he does Enigma runs out of the corner he goes for a lariat but Fisherman ducks Enigma runs through he runs at Newman who ducks out of the way as well. Enigma turns around and Newman starts kicking Enigma in the stomach with repeated kicks to the stomach. Newman grabs him around the head he goes to drop him with a DDT but as he does Enigma picks up Fisherman runs in at Newman as he does he throws his legs up and wraps them around the neck of Fisherman. Enigma throws both men down onto the mat. Biguns stands on the outside slapping the ring apron encouraging Fisherman on, Bloodhound comes over and tells her to stop. Enigma grabs Fisherman pulling him to his feet he whips him into the corner he runs at him but as he does Fisherman moves out of the way and Enigma slams into the corner. Fisherman steps through the ropes out onto the ring apron he looks over his shoulder at Miss Biguns, blows a kiss at her turns, and starts slamming Enigma’s head down onto the top turnbuckle.]

Thomas Simon: Fisherman is taking it to Enigma by slamming his head down onto the top turnbuckle!

Bob Herman: The Fisherman needs to keep on the attack of Enigma!

[Fisherman steps through the ropes as he does Newman runs at him he jumps up and goes to hit him with a dropkick but nails Enigma as he leans in the corner. Fisherman grabs Newman around the arm and shoves him out through the ropes out onto the floor. Enigma turns around slowly out of the corner as he does Fisherman runs at him jumps up and hits the Codebreaker. Fisherman covers him, Rage counts 1……….2… kick out. Biguns slaps the ring apron trying to encourage Fisherman on as she does John grabs Enigma and turns on the mat and locks Enigma into an Armbar. Fisherman locks in the hold as Rage gets down checking to see if Enigma gives up he doesn’t but Fisherman locks in the hold tight as Biguns stands on the outside of the ring slapping the ring apron screaming, Bloodhound again interrupts Biguns and grabs her to stop. She instantly slaps him and runs off. Rage asks Enigma if he gives up he shakes his head no as he does Fisherman pulls on the hold tighter, Rage once again asks Enigma if he gives up but he just tell Rage No emphatically! Fisherman continues the hold and as Rage goes to check Newman comes in the ring and breaks it up out of no where. As he does though he knocks Rage out of the ring to the floor. Enigma grabs his arm as Fisherman has broken the hold and Newman helps Fisherman up and picks him up nailing the Omega Driver!!!! Bloodhound slides into the ring and counts 1……….2…………3!!!!!!]

Thomas Simon: What a match! Newman pulls out the win!!!!

Bob Herman: That he did….wait a minute!

[Newman gets up to celebrate but is attacked by Bloodhound right away. Bloodhound aggressively tosses Newman into the turnbuckle. Bloodhound follows him and attempts a splash but Newman gets out of the way as Bloodhound hits the corner. He turns around and is nailed in the corner with a superkick by Newman! Newman turns around and is hammered with a steel chair by Rage. Newman lies on the mat laid out as Rage turns around and smashes the chair onto that hurt arm of Enigma. Rage drops the chair on Enigma and sets up waiting for Fisherman to get to his feet. He holds the ropes and turns around then is kicked in the guy and instantly nailed with the Northern Touch!!! Rage pops up and poses as the crowd boos.]

Thomas Simon: I knew he would do something! WAIT ITS CAINE!!!!!!!

[Rage slowly is backing up the ramp unaware that Aidan Caine is behind him. Rage keeps back up and is grabbed and nailed with a released Tria Mera on to the steel ramp!!! The crowd pops as Caine gets to his feet and smiles at the fallen Rage. “Smackdown” blares as the camera fades on Caine pumping up the crowd.]

Maybe you should knock first!

[Scene opens with a very irate Trey Baxter storming through the halls of MPW, he's pushing open doors and yelling at staff. ]

Trey Baxter: Have you seen a guy in a dark hood?

[A staff member is pushed up against the wall and shakes his head. Baxter moves on still forcefully pushing open doors]

Trey Baxter: Where are you, you coward?

[He passes more production staff and a few step-up roster members]

Trey Baxter: Hey if you see a guy in a dark hood around here you tell me...

[The confused people slowly nod their heads]

Trey Baxter (muttering to himself): I'm going to kick this assholes' sorry butt back to whatever dump he came from.....

[He kicks open another door and two dark hooded figures jump out at him, slamming him into the wall. They then continue the assault by kicking and punching him until he's down on the floor half conscious. They hear footsteps and disappear before a crowd appears to see what's happened to Baxter as the scene fades to commercial.]

It’s a Jelly!

[Bill Adams walks into his office and sits down at his desk. He looks around his desk and shuffles some papers around.]

Bill Adams: Where the hell did I put those?

[He continues to search around the desk, before standing up and looking around his office. Finally, he heads over to his phone and punches in a number.]

Bill Adams: Hey, catering? Yeah, this is Bill Adams; can I get a box of Jelly Donuts to my office? … … WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE ALL OUT? HOW THE HECK DO YOU RUN OUT OF JELLY DONUTS? I TOLD YOU I ORDERED 500 OF THEM!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE MY DONUTS!?!?

[The camera switches to the TWI locker room, which is filled with boxes of donuts. Johnny and Jason are standing in the middle of the room looking around.]

Johnny Clash: That’s a lot of donuts, What are we going to do with them all?

Jason Xavier: I don’t know, I hate Jelly Donuts…

Johnny Clash: Same…

[Rage walks into the room clutching his back in pain from Caine’s attack.]

Rage: I swear I’m so pissed off right now! NO ONE GETS THE UPPER HAND ON……OH MY GOD! JELLY DONUTS!!!!!

[Clash and Xavier look at each other bewildered.]

Rage: Heheheh it’s a jelly! Take off eh! Haha great times with these little jelly filled sugared donuts of joy. You guys want in on this?

Johnny Clash: Uhhhh No….We’re good man….In fact I gotta go to the ring….Jason keep an eye on him….Kinda have a Homer Simpson vibe going to this whole thing….only with it being a Canadian….we are at Ragecon 4….just so you’re aware.

Jason Xavier: Ahhh yes Ragecon 4…..Too much Canadiana at once for Rage…then he gets…..

Rage: You know what would go great with this??? Maple Syrup!

Jason Xavier: Homesick……I got this Johnny….you do what you gotta do!

Johnny Clash: Thanks broski……..

[Scene fades on Rage huddled around a bunch of Jelly donuts.]

Have you gone Madd?

[Hero by Skillet hits and the fans boo as the lights dim and gold sparks fill the stage. Johnny Clash walks through the sparks in a black suit with the NYCCW title around his waste. He holds his arms out and smiles as the fans let him here it.]

Thomas Simon: I was wondering if we would see Clash tonight, it was peaceful without him.

Bob Herman: We are in the presence of a Legend! Show some respect nerd.

[Clash walks up the steel steps and stops on top. He looks out to the arena and laughs as he steps between the ropes and takes a microphone]

Johnny Clash: Shhhhh…… Shhhhh….. Shhhhhh

[Johnny puts his finger to his mouth and shushes the crowd who does not respond positively. He looks down and holds the microphone to the air until the crowd dies down]

Johnny Clash: No please, don’t stop. Every boo, every time you guys call me a douchebag or a dick it just solidifies that I’m doing my job right so thank you!

[The fans boo some more as Johnny laughs]

Johnny Clash: You sheep never cease to amaze me. I mean you guys cheer for a phony like Drake Hunter on a regular basis so there has to be something wrong with you.

[The fans boo once again and Johnny just nods and waits for it to end]

Johnny Clash: Typical. And next week we will see who you are cheering for as your hero is battered and beaten and will be left helpless and bloodied on this very mat. I will gladly put this NYCCW title on the line and even if I am retiring it I will officially go down in history as the last ever NYCCW Champion, and longest reigning I might add.

[Johnny holds his jacket open and the belt shines]

Johnny Clash: Drake Hunter and I are different and he will never amount to the levels I have in this business.

[The fans keep reigning down boo’s]

Johnny Clash: Drake Hunter is nothing! He relies on you fans and sugar coats everything from his flamboyant strut to the ring to his bleached skunk striped hair. He plays you idiots like a fiddle and you buy in to it! You sit there wearing spiked collars and punk rock t-shirts going nuts for Drake Hunter! The PUNK! DRAKE HUNTER! WOOOOOO

[Johnny mocks the fans who don’t let up against Johnny. Johnny the corner ropes and perches himself on the middle rope staring out at the fans]

Johnny Clash: DRAKE HUNTER IS NOTHING! I AM THE MAN IN THIS BUSINESS! I TAUGHT MYSELF EVERYTHING I KNOW AND I PROVE MYSELF IN THE RING! WHILE HE THANKS YOU FANS I THANK MYSELF BECAUSE I OWE IT ALL TO ME! I AM......

[Headstrong by Trapt hits and the fans look up at the ramp. Older fans get excited while some younger fans speculate. Johnny jumps down and stares at the ramp looking stunned]

Thomas Simon: that’s the legendary music of... No it can’t be...

Bob Herman: I swear to god if it’s him... I thought I got rid of him from my life years ago!

[From the stage the legendary Madd Katt walks out and the crowd goes nuts. He folds his arms and heads towards the ring. He is wearing a wife beater, baggy jean shorts and his hair in a ponytail with multi color hair die. He steps in to the ring and asks for a microphone]

Johnny Clash: Woeeeee Woeeee Woeee wait just a second before you say anything... You have no right being out here! You are retired! You abandoned the wrestling business and all these fans years ago! You have no right being out here! You..

Madd Katt: SHUT THE HELL UP!

[The fans pop as Madd Katt’s eyes light up and he gets in Johnny’s face]

Madd Katt: I have seen enough! You come out here week after week as I sit at home and watch you spit on all these fans and everything that made you who you were! You can’t honestly think that you don’t owe these fans anything. Without them you would still be that green little boy that came to my wrestling academy 5 years ago and begged for me to train you. You had nothing, no money, no job, no family and you came to me. I took you under my wing and I made you who you are. You are the one that turned your back on this business not me! You can bash Drake Hunter all you want but you know that it’s your insecurities that make you point out others flaws!

[The fans cheer as Madd Katt lowers the microphone and takes a step back. Johnny stands there and scratches his head. He goes to speak but pulls the microphone back down. He turns around and looks at the fans who boo him]

Bob Herman: I can’t believe he is here. I am infuriated right now

[Johnny turns back around and smiles. He lifts the microphone to his mouth and takes a deep breathe]

Johnny Clash: MK how the hell are ya!

[Johnny goes for a hug but Madd Katt backs away]

Johnny Clash: .... Alright than. Tough crowd. So im confused. You came out here to tell me what I have been hearing since day one? You came out here to just talk to me and lecture me? I’m sorry but im not enrolled in your camp anymore you can’t tell me what to do. Remember a few years ago when you went broke? I’m pretty sure I helped you out more than enough to help you get back on your feet!

[Johnny moves towards Madd Katt and screams in his face]

Johnny Clash: You sit home blogging about the business you left just hoping that you find your big break once again. You will never make a come back, the business forgot about you. You will never work in this industry again because you fucked it up for yourself! Look at your friend up there in the booth!

[Johnny points to the commentators box in the rafters]

Johnny Clash: Bob Herman didn’t screw his life up and look, he’s still here. You’re 45 and been to rehab what 15 times? You feed off of who you were rather than moving on. You are old news old man. You guys ever see the movie the wrestler? Here's who the main character is based on! An old washed up pathetic piece of trash!

[The fans boo as Madd Katt just folds his arms]

Johnny Clash: You still tour the indy circuit for two hundred bucks a night trying to make ends meet. How many more legends expos do you plan on doing? Huh? Isn’t it embarrassing that more fans go to get autographs from Abdullah the Butcher rather than you. HELL! Doink the Clown has more facebook friends than you! YOU ARE PATHETIC!

[Madd Katt starts to get madd and Johnny continues to scream in to his face]

Johnny Clash: You know who you remind me of right now? Drake Hunter... Because you look like a sorry, sad, little bitch. And when he’s laying on the mat under me next Monday, I will think of your wife and the time I....

[Madd Katt grab’s Johnny by the throat and the crowd pops as he walks to the middle of the ring. He mouths off to Johnny and releases his hand. Johnny puts his hands up and backs off with a serious face. Madd Katt shakes his head and backs off. He goes to head out of the ring and Johnny raises the microphone again]

Johnny Clash: As I was saying... I fucked your wife.

[The crowd let’s out an OHHHHHHH as Madd Katt runs back towards the ring. Johnny kicks him in the stomach and than hoists him up. He flips him forward and hits the bloodline. He looks down at Madd Katt silently without breaking his stare. Johnny removes the NYCCW Championship belt and gets back to his feet. He throws it over his shoulder and stands in the middle of the ring.]

Thomas Simon: That was un called for!

Bob Herman: That son of a bitch deserved that! I worked for him for years and he is a horrible person!

[Johnny quickly throws the title down and grabs the legs of Madd Katt and puts him in the Atomica. Madd Katt screams in pain and taps out as Johnny tightens the hold. The crowd suddenly pops as Drake Hunter runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. Johnny drops Madd Katt’s legs and slides out of the ring on the other side. Drake Hunter yells towards Johnny as he retreats up the ramp.]

Thomas Simon: Johnny Clash is a coward! Thank god Drake Hunter came in to save Madd Katt

Bob Herman: I hope he’s crippled!

[Drake Hunter kneels down to check on Madd Katt. He stands up and goes to call for help. He turns around and is met with a Championship Belt to the face by Johnny Clash. Drake Hunter gets knocked out cold and Johnny stands holding the belt smirking. The fans boo and Johnny looks down at Drake Hunter. Johnny holds the belt up in the air and places one foot on the back of Drake Hunter. Hero by Skillet hits and the fans boo as Johnny Clash holds the post until the commercial break]

MAIN EVENT
Standard Match
MPW North American Championship
Referee: Bill Adams

[Bill Adams has made his entrance and is looking upset at the missing donuts still as Freddie Class takes the mic.]

Freddie Class: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the MPW North American Championship……Introducing first…..The MPW North American Champion…..AIDAN CAINE!!!

["Get Ready For The Smack Down!"

The arena lights dim as red and blue spotlights begin to circle overhead and the fans are on their feet in a huge pop as, at the end of the refrain, Aidan Caine runs out from the backstage area. He pauses momentarily at the top of the ramp to run first to the left side of the stage and then to the right, throwing his arms wide and further rousing the already raucous crowd with his playful antics. Then Caine sprints down the ramp, slides into the ring, and leaps up onto the nearest turnbuckle urging the crowd on until the entire arena is clapping to the addictive beat of the music.]

Freddie Class: And the challenger……..APOSTLE KRIED!

[“Money” blasts as Kried walks out to a HUGE pop! He comes down the ramp and steps into the ring. Bill Adams is staring intently at Kried as the match begins.]

[The bell sounds, Caine starts hitting Kried with stiff knife edge chops that echo all over the building. Kried turns around holding his chest. Caine quickly grabs him, and drops him down with a side Russian leg sweep. Caine covers him, Bill Adams counts 1……..2 kick out. Both men get to their feet; Caine grabs Kried whipping him into the corner. He runs in at him, but Kried moves out of the way. Kried moves up behind Caine locking him into a full nelson. He pulls him out of the corner. Kried picks him up, and throws him down with a full nelson slam. Caine staggers to his feet; Kried grabs him around his arm whipping him into the ropes. He hits off the ropes; Kried grabs him, and throws him down onto the mat with a hard spinebuster. Kried pulls Caine to his feet. He leans over picking him up. Kried starts to run across the ring with him, but Caine manages to slide down his back. Caine scratches his back. Kried stands stunned, Caine jumps up hitting him with a dropkick that knocks him down onto the mat.]

Thomas Simon: Caine connects with a textbook dropkick!

Bob Herman: Caine has skill in that ring don’t let him fool you!

[Kried rolls under the bottom rope out to the ring apron. As he gets to his feet, Caine runs at him, dives through the ropes, and hits Kried with a spear that knocks him back down onto the floor. Both men are lying on the floor. Caine gets to his feet first. He walks around Kried, as he lies on the floor. Caine stands back away from Kried. He slowly gets to feet; Caine runs at him, jumps up, as he does, Kried catches him. He turns, and throws him down throat first over the security railing. Caine flips over onto the floor holding his throat. Caine gets to his feet slowly. Kried starts hitting him with stiff boxing style punches. Caine staggers back around the floor. Kried runs at him, and hits him with a big boot that knocks him over the security railing into the front row.]

Thomas Simon: There goes Caine into the crowd!!

Bob Herman: This is very intense and hard hitting. I love every second of it!

Thomas Simon: Me too!!!

[Kried slides back into the ring, as Caine is making his way out of the front row. He walks over to the ring, and slides back in. He gets to his feet; Kried hits him with a stiff forearm shot that stuns him. Kried leans over picking him up into a fireman’s carry position. He falls back dropping Caine down with a Samoan drop. Kried covers him, Bill Adams counts slow 1…………kick out. Kried stares a hole through Adams but Adams just flashes the ref stripes in his face. Kried grabs Caine whipping him into the ropes. He runs at him, and goes for a big boot, but Caine runs under it. Kried turns around, Caine runs at him, hitting him with a running clothesline that knocks him down onto the mat. Caine grabs Kried, and locks him into a triangle choke. He locks the hold on, as he does. Kried starts hitting Caine in the side with stiff punches. Caine breaks the hold. He runs at, Kried kicking him in the face with a stiff kick.]

Thomas Simon: Caine might have knocked some of Kried’s teeth out with that kick!

Bob Herman: That was a vicious kick!

[Caine covers him, Bill Adams fast counts 1..2 kick out. Caine looks at Bill and shakes his head telling him not to do that again. Caine turns on the mat, and locks Kried into a bearhug, as he sits on the mat. Bill Adams stands over Kried asking him if he gives up, but he says no. Caine locks his arms tight around Kried. He tries to get out of the hold, but Caine has his arms locked tight around him. Bill Adams asks him again if he gives up, but Kried still says no. Caine locks his arms tight around him again, as he does, Kried headbutts Caine causing him to break the hold.]

Thomas Simon: Caine breaks the bearhug!

[Both men get to their feet; Kried kicks Caine in the stomach. He grabs him around his head. Kried picks up Caine, holding him up in a suplex position. Kried falls back dropping Caine with a stalling vertical suplex. Kried gets to his feet. He pulls Caine up with him. He locks his arms around him, and throws Caine with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Caine staggers to his feet, as he does. Kried jumps up, as Caine has his back turned to him, and drops him down with a back cracker. Kried covers him, Bill Adams slow counts 1……………..2………….. kick out. An angered Kried gets to his feet he pulls Caine up with him. He grabs him around his arm whipping him into the ropes. Caine hits off the ropes, Kried goes for a clothesline, but Caine runs under it. Kried turns around, and Caine hits him with a stiff roaring elbow that knocks him down onto the mat. Caine covers him, Bill Adams fast counts 1..2.. kick out. Caine gets up and warns Bill Adams again.]

Thomas Simon: Another near fall! But I’m not sure of this refereeing job by the GM.

[Both men get to their feet, Caine hits Kried with a double handed ear slap. Kried falls down onto one knee. Caine grabs him around his head, and starts hitting him with stiff headbutts. Caine pulls his head back, and hits Kried with another stiff headbutt knocking him down onto the mat. Caine covers him, Bill Adams counts 1…….2…… kick out. Caine looks up with a shocked look on his face. He gets to his feet, and moves over into the corner. Caine gets on the second rope. Kried gets to his feet, Caine jumps off, as he does, and Kried catches him. Kried runs across the ring throwing him down with a running powerslam. Kried gets to his feet he pulls Caine up with him. Kried picks up Caine, and throws him down with the Blockbuster Suplex. Kried covers him, Bill Adams slow counts 1…………….2……… ………………….kick out.]

Thomas Simon: We would’ve had a new champ if it weren’t for Adams.

[Kried grabs Caine whipping him into the ropes. He hits off the ropes, Kried goes for the superman punch, but Caine dodges out of the way. Caine runs at him, and hits Kried with a shining wizard. Caine covers him, Bill Adams counts 1……2…… kick out. Caine gets up to his feet. He leans Kried over. Caine has Kried in a piledriver position. He goes for pick him up, but Kried blocks it. He leans over, flipping him over onto the mat with a back body drop. Caine slowly gets to his feet. Kried drops him with a massive boot. Kried covers him, Bill Adams slow counts 1………………2…….. ………………Adams acts like his arm is cramped as Kried gets off of Caine and slaps the mat in frustration. Kried has had enough he gets up and gets right in Adams’ face. The GM tries to explain that his arm is cramping up he can’t help it. Kried grabs Adams by his shirt and lifts him to his face. Adams is screaming as Caine interferes. He pushes Kried away and they lock eyes. Caine is telling Kried to focus on him and not Adams. Kried is frustrated to no end. The circle each other and then Bill Adams quickly low blows Kried. Caine goes right up to Adams forcing him in the corner.]

Thomas Simon: What a low down…..WAIT ITS RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!

[Rage runs down from the back and slides into the ring. He perches behind Caine. Adams pushes away as Caine gets turned and lifted up then is nailed with the One Last Run!!! Rage pops to his feet and wipes some powdered sugar from his face. Adams points to him as Rage plays innocent. Rage turns around and is met with a big lariat from Kried. Kried sees Caine lying on the mat and looks at Adams. He shakes his head no and goes towards Adams. Rage rolls to the outside and goes over to the announce table grabbing the North American Title. Kried gets Adams in the pre Ride of the Valkyries set up. The crowd is popping for him to nail the GM. From behind Kried is nailed with the belt by Rage. Rage looks at Adams who is cowering against the ropes. Rage tosses the title aside and gets out of the ring and heads back up the ramp. Both men still are out as Adams looks around and then gets an evil grin on his face. He gets up and pushes Kried from his side on to his back. Adams pulls Caine’s free arm on Kried. Adams counts with a big grin on his face…..1……..2……Welcome to Step Up!....THR……NO KRIED KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!! Adams is in disbelief!!! The crowd is chanting “MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB!”

Thomas Simon: I thought for sure Adams had screwed Kried!!!! This is…..oh no….

[Adams looks furious as he grabs the title belt. He holds it and waits for Kried to get to his feet. Caine is on the other side of the ring using the ropes to get up. Adams stares at Kried and then to shock of many runs at Caine laying him out with his own title. The crowd is confused as Kried is coming to in the corner. Adams calls for the bell and rips the mic from Freddie Class’ hand.]

Bill Adams: The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification and still MPW North American Champion Aidan Caine!!!! Time to Step Up your game Kried!!!!

[Adams drops the mic in a hurry as Kried snaps and in a burst of anger filled energy dives out of the ring to try and get to Adams. The GM scurries away and runs as fast as he can up the ramp. Kried gets up and soon gives chase.]

Thomas Simon: What a screw job!!! This is sickening!!! Fans we will be right back after all of this mess is sorted out!

Fallout!

[Guerrilla Radio by Rage Against the Machine blasts as Trey Baxter marches down the ramp, not bothering to address the crowds. He is determined and looks a little beat up. The expression on his face shows that he's obviously majorly pissed off. He gets in the ring and grabs a mic from Honey Williams and shoos her out of the ring. His music fades out and he brings the mic to his lips]

Trey Baxter: I'd like to call out those stupid bastards that thought it would be funny to attack me. To mess around with my personal life....I know you hear me....

[The sound of Motley Crue's "Wild Side" cues up and Jackson Blaze appears on the ramp. He's holding the MPW World Heavyweight title over his shoulder and a mic in hand. His long hair hangs down freely and his eyes are shielded by dark sunglasses. He slowly pulls the glasses from his face, smiles a cocky smile and raises the mic.]

Jackson Blaze: Everything about you and your personal life is funny and pathetic. But, instead of worrying about those people that are fucking with you. You better keep your eye on the prize.

[Blaze holds up the World title and smiles arrogantly again.]

Trey Baxter: If you think your keeping that you're kidding yourself. I don't care about your opinion Blaze. Now if you'll kindly get lost, I have a score to settle with a couple cowards that can't even show their faces

[Blaze chuckles slightly, finding humour in that comment.]

Jackson Blaze: The only thing needing to be settled here is how you squirmed your way around that match until the time ran out. Keeping me from adding yet another victory to my untarnished record here.

[Trey shakes his head as he smiles]

Trey Baxter: You're kidding right? Everyone in this arena and everyone in the back saw me kick your ass all over that ring. There's no doubt in anyone's mind, except yours, that I should be the World Champion. But hey, at least you were able to steal the title right? Now you can at least say you held the thing. Make sure you keep that thing nice and warm for me

Jackson Blaze: You really must be delusional, Trey. Probably make that cunt wife of yours a little bit more happy that someone ended her life to get her ass away from you and your warped mind. Cause thinking you have what it takes to kick my ass is straight fucking delusion, kid. And all these worthless fucking fans are gonna see me doing again at High Stakes what I did at the Supershow. Putting your ass through a table.

Trey: Speaking of putting people through tables haven't I already put you through 2? You know the difference between us? I'm not a BITCH! If you're so bad how come you ran like a coward last week and let your little midget lover take the fall for you?

[Blaze once again smiles arrogantly as he shakes his head in disbelief.]

Jackson Blaze: You really are too fucking dumb to get it aren't you, Baxter? What I did had nothing to do with 'running'. In case you're not noticing, I'm in control here. I hold the World title and I choose whether we fight or you get left looking a complete fool. What I did was once again show that this is my show and I call all the fucking shots. When I decide we fight, we'll fight. Not until then. You're just another of the supporting cast members of my fucking show. Never forget that.

Trey Baxter: If you call stealing a title that you will never win being in control then yeah you sure are in control Blaze. How about this? You can keep calling the shots but come next Monday I'm TAKING that title you've got right there and putting it where it belongs. That is after I clean the bitch. Who knows what you've been doing with the thing.

Disguised Caller: Speaking of bitches....I guess you haven't put it together yet have you Mr. Baxter

[From within the crowds a man in a dark hood makes his way through them and hops easily over the barrier to stand on the mats below the ring. He has a mic and the voice box]

Trey Baxter: How many retards am I going to have to deal with tonight?

[The man shakes his head and offers a short laugh]

Disguised Caller: I'm sure your wondering as well Mr. Blaze why you have also been getting 'presents' from me

Trey Baxter: Whoa now...nobody wants to hear about these "presents" you're giving Blaze. Keep this shit PG

[The man shakes his head]

Disguised Caller: it's a shame that someone going for a title as prestigious as the World Heavy weight has such a disgusting mind. Perhaps it's that disgusting mind that drove your wife to go out in such horrible weather in the first place

Trey Baxter: How about we end this right the FUCK now?! I'm getting sick and tired of all these games you keep playing. Man the fuck up and show me who you are!

[The masked man dropped the mic and changer to the ground and started to climb into the ring, during this time, Blaze has already made his way up to the ring, sliding in behind Baxter. he gets into position to deliver a spear to him. He turns a little and catches Blaze's movement and moved out of the way just in time. the other man has already dropped onto the man just as Blaze rams him right into the turnbuckle. He slides down to the mat, seemingly out from the impact. Blaze appraises his mistake, surprise on his face. Baxter takes this opportunity to grab Blaze, spin him around and deliver a kick to the gut. He then sets him up for the Lights out. Baxter slams him down hard and Blaze is out cold. Baxter grabs the belt off the mat and raises it above his head and looks at it a minute before bending down and placing it over Blaze's body. He turns and is met with a kick to the stomach and then a stunner by the hooded man who had time to get up from his place against the turnbuckle]

Thomas Simon: That's the Cruise Control....

Bob Herman: Could it be...

[The man pulls down his hood to reveal that it is indeed Justin Fischer. A slow smile spread across his face as he looks down at the two fallen men]

Thomas Simon: MY GOD! It was Justin Fischer this whole time....Fischer was behind everything!

Bob Herman: That's why he's called the Hidden Gem Tommy boy...

Thomas Simon: And were out of time here MPW-Nation! We'll see you next Monday for MPW's Very first PPV, High Stakes!

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