Date:: Monday, September 3rd, 2012
Channel: WTN (Wrestling Television Network)
Venue: Orleans Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada
Time:: 9pm EST/ 5pm PST

As the new CEO of MPW.....

[The scene starts off with Kurt Newman standing behind a podium. A MPW logo is on the front of the podium as Kurt wears a nice business suit. Kurt as a huge smile on his face as the camera zooms in from the waste up.]

Kurt Newman: “My fellow wrestlers. If you haven’t heard yet, which if you haven’t I’m starting to wonder where the hell you’ve been, I am your new CEO here in MPW. Now I now many of you have questions why I’m the new CEO here in MPW. I was interested myself when management first came to me with this offer, but I wasn’t surprised when they said they were in dire straits……and I’m not talking about how they were locked in a room and was on a bender of listening to the great rock group Dire Straits.”

[Kurt gives a strange look on his face, but plays it cool as he continues his speech.]

Kurt Newman: “Once I was able to look through the financial records of MPW and see what was keeping this place together, I found out that this place was only sticking together by bubble gum and paper clips, just like a Rage promo. Now I may act dump and be goofy at times, but I know how to run a company. Being CEO of Newman industries, I’m use to going into other businesses and saving them from financial destruction. So to put it nice and simple to everyone, I’m helping paying for your paychecks. You’re welcome.”

[Kurt pauses again as he shows a funny expression on his face. He regains his composure again as he continues the promo.]

Kurt Newman: “For the past couple of weeks now, I’ve been fixing this place up to standard. Now we were in so much dept, it was like Taufiks career. But, after manly sleepless nights and the help of my crew, we now we have a surplus that will help us make that next step to greatness. As the new CEO of MPW, I will make if perfectly clear. I will be fair. I will be just and I will……………………………”

[Kurt pauses again as he braces himself on the podium and gives a few loud grunts while twitching. The look on Kurt’s face is a classic…..well……just read till the end and you’ll understand what happen. Don’t want to ruin it for you. Kurt slowly regains his exposure as he continues his speech.]

Kurt Newman: “…..and I will…….. bring you all to greatness if you follow me. Now if you’ll excuse me, The Female Jello Wrestling Championship is on and I do not want to miss it. So, thank you for your time and God Bless MPW.”

[Kurt throws up a peace sign as he walks off. While he’s walking off though, you can notice that he’s not wearing any pants. Instead, he’s wearing a leopard g-string. Shortly after Kurt walks away from the podium, a female in a blue swim suite slowly stands up and makes her way from out behind the desk. The blonde takes her fore arm and wipes it across her lips and follows Kurt as the scene ends.]

Thomas Simon: Welcome to Monday Night Main Event Ladies and Gentlemen! We have quite a show here for you tonight and as you just saw, our NEW CEO is in the house and he is ready to make a change!

Bob Herman: We don’t need change; I like it better with Adams and TWI running the show

Thomas Simon: Let’s get right in to the action!

Honey Winters: this is your opening match of the evening and scheduled for one fall!

[FU Betta by Neon Hitch hits and the fans cheer as Sonja Lickinova makes her way to the ring]

Honey Winters: Making her way to the ring from Groves Valley, Phloriphornia by way of Saratov, Russia, The Molotov Mocktail, Sonja Lickinova!

[Sonja raises her arm in the air as the fans cheer for her. She waits for Jeff Jackson who is scheduled to make his debut match. "The Thing That Should Not Be" (S&M Version) by Metallica hits and the fans eagerly await the newest MPW Superstar. His entrance video plays for a little while]

Honey Winters: And her opponent, making his MPW debut from Halifax Nova Scotia, Canada.. Jeff..

[An image comes on the MPWtron of Jeff Jackson laid out backstage. The camera widens and you see MPW newcomer Scotty Devine standing over him with a lead pipe in hand. Jackson is out cold as Devine looks at the camera and smirks as the camera cuts back to inside the ring where Sonja is not quite certain what to do now. She is asking Jude Mason what to do but before he can answer ‘My Hero’ by Foo Fighters blasts as MPW GM Bill Adams strolls out with his bodyguard Titan in tow.]

Bob Herman: Now this is quality television

Thomas Simon: What does Bill Adams have planned now…..OH no! Now Sonja is getting a beat down as well! What did she do to Titan?

Bob Herman: Nothing! They are on Bill Adams time and when he wants air time, he gets it!

[Titan picks up Sonja with one hand and puts his huge hand around her throat. He lifts her up in to the air and chokeslams her to the mat. Bill Adams smiles and points up at Titan. Titan picks up Sonja’s body and sets her up for a Titan Bomb (Last Ride). He lifts her and slams her back down to the mat. Adams kicks her until she falls out of the ring and the crowd boo’s them.]

Bill Adams: Ladies and Gentleman that is how you clean house. Sorry Sonja but you were on my time! You see this is my show because I can do whatever the hell I want.

[The crowd boos]

Bill Adams: Kurt Newman is a joke and for all that had just seen his public address you can see that he is a joke. MPW needs a CEO who is a professional like me. You want to generate money in to a wrestling company? Well Newman isn’t your guy, if anything he is going to put this company in debt with his lack of knowledge and lack of ability to be a leader.

[The crowd boo’s harder]

Bill Adams: You wouldn’t want Bret Favre taking over the NFL would you? NO! You wouldn’t want Wayne Gretzky taking over the NHL would you? NO! Well this is more like Charles Jenkins taking over the NBA...

Titan: Who?

Bill Adams: Exactly.. Who? A no name like Kurt Newman, a man that had to create his own Championship belt.. Is now running this place?!?!?! How on earth are we ever going to take over the wrestling world with him in charge? Well done board of directors, well done taking two steps backwards after the most successful pay per view in the history of wrestling. You know why it was that successful? BECAUSE IT WAS MY VISION!

[Adam’s face is turning red and Titan looks down at him with his arms folded]

Bill Adams: You wanted to get a rise out of me well you did. To the board of directors and to Kurt Newman himself, this is MY Federation and it always will be. Thhhhhhank you!

[‘My Hero’ by the Foo Fighters hits and Adams steps out of the ring and leads the way to the back with Titan]

Thomas Simon: That was intense, it seems Adam is really pissed!

Bob Herman: You think Thomas? What if we had someone like.... Justin Fischer just take your job as announcer? Same thing as a nobody like Newman taking the CEO job!

Thomas Simon: Now onto our update on the former manager of John Fisherman, Ms. Biguns. No for those who have missed out last week, in the fallout of his loss to Bliss on Monday Night Main Event, the self-proclaimed epitome of talent took out his frustrations on his manager.

The search begins....

FLASHBACK: Backstage, John Fisherman, fresh after his match with Bliss, stares at a guilty Ms. Biguns in disdain.

John Fisherman: ...I don't need this. I'm a former World champion for Christ's sake, and I won that title on my own! I thought that I needed you, but quite frankly, you need me. And you know what else? I'm done. I can't take this shit anymore...find yourself another client!

[And with that, John stormed off camera, leaving Ms. Biguns behind to wallow in his disdain to wipe the tears from her eyes.]

Thomas Simon: Since then we've been unable to track down John Fisherman, but as we're about to find out, Ms. Biguns has already arranged plans to find his replacement.

Bob Herman: What? She's looking for a new client? Why the hell was I not informed?

Thomas Simon: Because you're stuck here with me...

Bob Herman: Quit cramping my style Tommy boy!

Thomas Simon: Well anyway, our colleague Tim Bowers has incidentally volunteered to help her as she conducts live interviews with what I believe to be several candidates that have already lined up outside her office in the back. So let's go live where we will get an update from Tim.

[The camera switches over to Ms. Biguns's office, where the woman herself is sitting at her desk with a ton of paperwork and Tim Bowers is standing behind her with a microphone in hand.]

Tim Bowers: Thanks Tom, as you can see, Ms. Biguns is rather determined to find a suitable replacement for her former client. The corridor outside is packed with people of all shapes and sizes just lining up for an interview with Ms. Biguns, some of which are even current members of the MPW and Step Up rosters. In fact, I believe that we're just about ready to conduct our first interview.

Ms. Biguns: Umm Tim...we're ready.

Tim Bowers: That's what I was just...

Ms. Biguns: Well? Send in the first candidate!

Tim Bowers: Oh right of course, sorry.

[Tim rushes off camera to welcome the first candidate, and in walks in the one and only Chicken. He is very nervous to approach Ms. Biguns. With a rather confused look on her face, she offers to shake his hand. He complies, and upon release, he immediately sniffs his hand, as if he intends to never wash it again...]

Ms. Biguns: Thank you for coming. Take a seat.

Chicken: Oh...uhh...okay...

[He takes a seat opposite the desk, but not without catching a quick glance of Ms. Biguns's cleavage as she sits back down.]

Ms. Biguns: Your name?

Chicken: ...uh what? Oh right. Umm...Chicken.

Ms. Biguns: Chicken? That's your name?

Chicken: Umm...yes.

[She let out a sigh as she resumed to write something on paper, leaving Chicken to gaze at such a remarkable cleavage shot, which the crowd suddenly pops. Chicken is already beginning to sweat.]

Ms. Biguns: Alright then. So what makes you think you have what it takes to be my client?

Chicken ...oh umm...I just...uhh...

[She finally realizes what's going on.]

Ms. Biguns: Excuse me...

Chicken: ...

Ms. Biguns: My face is up here.

[Chicken's eyes suddenly widen. He then looks down and panics. Suddenly he launches out of the chair, snags one of the sheets of paper from the desk and uses it to cover his crotch as he rushes out of the room.]

Chicken: Oh hell!

[Both Ms. Biguns and Tim Bowers are in shock.]

Ms. Biguns: Utterly useless...

[Tim addresses the broadcast team.]

Tim Bowers: Umm...wow. Let's hope that not all of our candidates are...like that.

[The camera switches back to Thomas Simon and Bob Herman.]

Thomas Simon: Okay, thanks Tim. We'll have another update on her progress later on in the show.

Bob Herman: My god that Chicken, what a clucking dweeb!

Thomas Simon: Clever Bob...clever... MPW Nation we will return after these short messages

Brandon my Boy!

[Scene fades into backstage inside Bill Adams’s office. He is at his desk eating some jerky with his feet up. He offers some to Titan but he just shakes his head no. Suddenly a knock on the door is heard.]

Bill Adams: Come in!

[The door opens and Brandon Nytrus walks in.]

Bill Adams: Brandon my boy! Come in have a seat….grab some jerky!

Brandon Nytrus: Thanks boss……listen first things first…I want to say it is an honor to be in your presence.

Bill Adams: Of course it is….I built this place!

Brandon Nytrus: I’m just curious as to why you invited me here this week. I mean I have been cleaning up at Step Up….well until last week.

Bill Adams: Step Up, Schmep Up….I could care less about Cunningham and his band of merry idiots. I invited you here for one reason and ONE reason only…..Trey Baxter! I seen the way you trash talk him on twitter….I seen you attack him last week….

Brandon Nytrus: Did I overstep my bounds at all? I know he is champion but I just felt he needed to be shut up!

Bill Adams: Oh no no no….you were perfectly right in doing what you did…so much that in fact at Fusion on Wednesday, September 19th…..you will be booked in the main event against that smart mouthed moron and regrettably my MPW World Champion Trey Baxter.

Brandon Nytrus: Really!??!?! You kidding me? Wow!! I will not let you down boss! I’m going to make that asshole wish he never opened a twitter account!!

Bill Adams: No problem Brandon….show me that you have what it takes to hang with the big boys and bring me back that title!

Brandon Nytrus: Wait…..you mean this is for the World title?!?!

Bill Adams: You know it Brandon and just for kicks it’ll be a ladder match!

Brandon Nytrus: Fuck yeah! I’m going to beat that son of a bitch to within an inch of his worthless little life and then climb up that ladder and become MPW World Champion!!!

Bill Adams: Good man! No listen one last thing…..

Brandon Nytrus: Name it boss….

Bill Adams: Could you pass along a message to the lovely Ms. Biguns for me? Thanks kid!

Brandon Nytrus: Anytime boss!

[Adams hands Nytrus a piece of paper and he walks out of the office as the screen fades on Adams eating another piece of jerky.]

Thomas Simon: WOW! The main event for Fusion has been announced!! Very interesting indeed! Next up fans we have Laura Tavares taking on Freddy 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.]

Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Atlanta Georgia, Freddy Styles!

[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. Going Under by Evanescence hits and the fans boo louder. Laura Tavares walks out on to the stage with her arms folded. She looks out into the fans and doesn’t break her straight face.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent from Los Angeles California, Laura Tavares!

Bob Herman: Laura is looking HOT!

[Laura puts her hands on her hips and waits at the bottom of the ramp. She smirks and walks up the steel steps. She walks through the bottom rope and takes the opposing corner from Freddy. The referee checks both wrestlers and rings the bell]

Bob Herman: Here we go!

[Laura and Freddy circle each other before Laura rushes in and sweeps the legs. She pins Freddy.]

1...

Thomas Simon: Laura trying to put this one away early

Bob Herman: Do you blame her? Freddy Styles is no one to mess with

[Freddy stands up and Laura puts him in a headlock. He pushes her to the ropes and throws her off the opposing ropes. She runs back and slides under his legs. She dropkicks him from behind and he goes flying forward to the mat. He gets to his knees and looks around in shock. Laura tells him to bring it. Freddy swings at Laura but she ducks and punches him. She runs off the ropes and bounces back. She jumps and attempts a head scissors but Freddy catches her and puts her on his shoulders. He falls back with a Samoan drop and stands up.]

Freddy Styles: Come on Bitch get up!

[Laura crawls to the corner and Freddy stalks her. He picks her up and puts her arms over the top ropes. He runs back to the opposite corner and than runs and jumps with a splash. Laura falls to the ground and holds her chest. Freddy pounds his chest and plays to the fans who are split behind him]

Bob Herman: Freddy Styles in control now but Laura will win this one!

Thomas Simon: You are senile Bob

[Freddy picks Laura up and set her up for a powerslam. He holds her on his shoulders and starts walking with her. She wiggles out and falls behind him. She rolls out of the ring and takes a breather. The fans boo and she catches her breathe by the steel steps. She smiles and laughs sadistically while flipping off a fan]

Thomas Simon: Real lady like

Bob Herman: She’s one tough cookie!

[Freddy climbs out of the ring and walks to Laura. He turns her around and grabs her head. He throws her back in the ring and the fans cheer. Laura gets to her feet and kicks Freddy in the stomach. She runs off the ropes and goes for a DDT but Freddy blocks it and tosses her across the ring. Laura holds her torso but gets to her feet. She rests in the corner and Freddy attempts another splash. Laura moves and Freddy crashes in the corner. Laura flips him around and puts his arms over the top rope. She chops his chest and than takes her boot and chokes him with it. The referee counts and Laura lets go. Freddy holds his throat but Laura goes for the choke again. The referee counts again and Laura lets up. She climbs the ropes behind Freddy and wraps her legs around his head. She puts him in a choke hold with her legs while holding herself on the top rope with her arms]

Bob Herman: Where do I sign up! Me next!

Thomas Simon: Laura with a unique choke hold on Freddy Styles here!

[The referee counts again and Laura breaks it. The fans whistle and cheer as she jumps down off the ropes. She looks to hit Freddy with her signature Superkick but than the video board turns on back to Ms. Biguns office]

Ms. Biguns: Hm... Who’s next? Maybe I should call that guy.. What’s his name... Johnny Clash? He did say on Twitter he might be interested..

[Biguns dials her phone the speakerphone rings. Finally the voicemail picks up]

Ms. Biguns: Hi Mr. Clash it’s Ms. Biguns. I would like to talk business and... Well maybe more. So if you want to be with a REAL women.. Give me a call, you have my number. Muah

[Laura is fuming in the ring and stares at the Video screen. Biguns turns to the camera and laughs as the video board cuts off]

Bob Herman: That-a-boy Johnny!

[Laura turns around and is hit with The Sting by Freddy Styles. He pins her]

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

Honey Winters: Here’s your winner, Freddy Styles!

[The fans cheer and Laura looks shocked while holding her neck on the mat. She pounds the mat and lets out a scream. Freddy exits the ring and celebrates on his way up. Laura gets to her feet and takes a microphone]

Laura Tavares: BIGUNS!!!! BIGUNS YOU BITCH!

[The fans boo as Laura’s screechy voice bellows through out the arena. ]

Laura Tavares: BIGUNS ME AND YOU... FUSION!!!

[Laura drops the microphone and walks backstage with a scowl on her face]

[Machine Head by Bush hits as the crowd cheers wildly for Chris Cable. Cable comes to the stage doing a 360 spin and follows up by showing his elbow to the crowd.]

Honey Winters: This next bout is a Tag Team Match and is scheduled for one fall. First, from Melbourne Australia, Chris Cable!

[He walks to the ring and does the same in the ring with fireworks going off on the corner posts. Outside by Green day hits as Roxi Johnson runs out on to the stage. She puts her fist up in the air and smiles. The crowd cheers]

Honey Winters: And his partner, from Tampa Florida, Roxi Johnson!

[Roxi runs down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope in to the ring. She jumps on to the middle turnbuckle and puts her arms up like a superhero. She stands next to Chris Cable]

[Of Wolf and Man by Metallica begins to in the arena. After a few seconds, Bloodhound emerges from the back. As the lyrics "Off through the new days mist I run Out from the new days mist I have come" Bloodhound raises his and head and howls several time before dropping to a knee. ]

Honey Winters: And their opponent, making his way to the ring from Budford, Montana, Bloodhound!

[He looks around; getting his senses acquainted to his surroundings and then intensely studies the ring. After a few seconds, he gets back onto his feet and makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans. He enters the ring by climbing the steel steps and waits on the apron for his partner. As "X Gonna Give It to Ya" By DMX begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form.]

Honey Winters: And his partner, making his way to the ring from Las Vegas Nevada, representing TWI, Jason Xavier!

[He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring; he then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form. The teams confer with each other and Cable will start it off with Jason Xavier. The bell sounds]

Thomas Simon: Seeing the history between Chris Cable and TWI, this should be interesting

[Jason and Cable look to strike first. They lock up and Jason backs Cable in to the corner. The referee tells him to back off and he does but than smashes his forearm in to Cables face. He looks at the fans and smiles as they boo him. Cable shakes it off and rushes towards Jason Xavier. He clotheslines him down and than goes to attack throwing punches. He gets back to his feet and waits for Jason to get up. Jason rolls to his corner and tags in Bloodhound. Cable shakes his head at Jason and focuses on Bloodhound.]

Thomas Simon: Remember it was Bloodhound that attacked Roxi last week

Bob Herman: She probably deserved it

Thomas Simon: How on earth can you say that?

[Cable runs towards Bloodhound and ducks under his clothesline. He jumps off the middle rope and springboards with a flying elbow. Bloodhound goes down and Cable runs off the ropes and hits a leg drop. He pins Bloodhound but he quickly kicks out before the count. Cable gets back to his feet and stops the arms of Bloodhound. He takes Bloodhound’s left arm and goes for an arm bar. Bloodhound avoids it by locking his hands together. Bloodhound gets to his feet and Cable whips him against the ropes. Jason X tags himself in blindly. Bloodhound gets hit with a back-body drop sending him down. Jason X climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a missile drop kick sending Cable down to the mat. Jason Xavier stands up to more boos from the fans in attendance]

Bob Herman: Jason Xavier is flawless, this kid has it

Thomas Simon: He fights cheap Bob! That’s why you like him!

[Jason picks up Cable and puts him in a full nelson from behind. He lifts Cable and hits a full nelson slam. He pins Cable]

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

[Chris Cable kicks out and Jason argues with the referee. He picks Cable up and tosses him in the corner. He chops the chest of Cable. Cable comes back with a forearm. Jason hits another chop and is met with another forearm. Cable starts getting the best of Jason and grabs on to his head and hits a tornado DDT out of the corner. Both are down and out in the ring and the ref starts the ten count.]

1.........2........3........4........

[Both men start to crawl to their corners as their partners await their tags.]

5.......6.......

[Jason Xavier tags in Bloodhound who rushes to Cable. He pulls the leg of Cable and drags him away from Roxi. The fans boo and Bloodhound viciously attacks Cable with stomps. He drops down and slams Cable’s head against the mat. He looks over at Roxi who can’t do anything in the corner. He stands Cable up and hits a sidewalk slam, sending him back to the mat. He holds on to Cable’s head with a head lock keeping him grounded. Cable struggles to fight out and puts his feet on the turnbuckles. He uses the corner as leverage and flips out of the hold. He dropkicks Bloodhound down and jumps to his corner to tag in Roxi Johnson.]

Thomas Simon: Here comes Roxi Johnson! Payback is a bitch Bloodhound!

[Roxi jumps off the top rope and hits a hurricanrana on Bloodhound. She runs to their corner and knocks Jason X off the apron. She climbs to the top rope and waits for Bloodhound to get up. When he does she jumps on to him with a senton. She pins him]

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

[Bloodhound kicks out and the fans stay behind Roxi who raises her fists in the air. She stalks and waits for him to get up to hit the Ray of Hope. Bloodhound stands up and Roxi walks towards him. Jason Xavier pulls Bloodhound out of the ring to safety. The fans boo but Roxi holds on to the top turnbuckles and springs herself outside the ring landing on both Jason X and Bloodhound. The fans cheer Roxi on as she gets to her feet slowly. She brings Bloodhound back in to the ring and holds her back as she waits to hit the Ray of Hope. Bloodhound stands up and she hits it!]

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

Thomas Simon: Come on Roxi!

[Jason Xavier jumps in and makes the save to the crowd’s disapproval. Chris Cable runs towards X and hits him a clothesline out of the ring. He follows him outside the ring. Roxi looks at the crowd and climbs to the top rope. She does a superhero pose and gets ready to leap off on to Bloodhound. Outside the ring Jason Xavier throws Chris Cable in to the guard rail. He jumps on to the apron and knocks Roxi Johnson off the top rope. She crashes to the mat and her and Bloodhound are both down. Jason Xavier yells at Bloodhound for him to tag him. Bloodhound crawls to him slowly. Roxi crawls to her corner as well but sees no one there. Bloodhound tags in Jason Xavier and he jumps over the top rope and walks towards Roxi slowly. Roxi sits in the corner staring in to Jason. He smiles and leans over to trash talk her. She punches him in the face and Jason stumbles back. Roxi stands up and goes for the Ray of Hope on Jason. She grabs on but Jason reverses it and hits a DDT sending Roxi to the mat. He laughs as the fans boo]

Bob Herman: Jason Xavier is a genius

Thomas Simon: He’s playing mind games with Roxi

[He pins Roxi with confidence]

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

[Roxi kicks out last second. Jason’s eyes widen and the crowd cheers loud. Jason looks at the ref and grabs him by the shirt. He yells at him and the referee backs up. Roxi leans on the ropes and Jason Xavier turns around to continue the fight. He walks towards her but she kicks him in the stomach and turns around. Chris Cable gets on to the apron and tags himself in. Cable hits a shoulder block in to Jason’s gut and rolls in to the ring. He waits for Jason to turn around and runs at him with intent of a Ripcord Elbow. Jason ducks and Cable hits Roxi. Cable holds his head in shock and Jason Xavier rolls him up from behind and pins him, grabbing the tights]

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

[The bell sounds and Jason rolls out of the ring. Bloodhound joins him as the referee raises their hands in victory. Jason laughs at Cable who tends to an injured Roxi Johnson]

Bob Herman: What a match! Good win for my boy Jason Xavier!

Thomas Simon: We will be right back after this commercial break folks!

Hi Guys....

Thomas Simon: Welcome back folks, Chris Cable has a microphone, let’s see what he has to say.

Cable: Hi Guys.

[The crowd cheers!]

Cable: As you know I've been doing this for a long time, I've been on the road and I haven't seen any of my family or friends in a long time. It is hard for me to say this, but I've lost that fire and drive that keeps me going in this wrestling world. I've been doing this for so long that I can't even remember the street name of where I lived in Melbourne. So all you Cable Cutters out there, I'm sorry but I'am going to be gone for a little while. I'm not sure how long but I promise you I will be back and when I am, I promise all of you that I, Chris Cable shall come back bigger and stronger.

Anyway I would like to thank Bill Adams and the rest of the crew back there for what has been a great run so far in MPW, this fed is fricken awesome and I would not want to be anywhere else right now. I know that a lot of people want agree with me taking some time off but it is the right thing to do. I have made a lot of bold choices in my life but this one is the toughest. All you fans have been awesome to me and I thank you a million. So see you all soon.

[Chris drops the mic to the sound of the fans chanting "Thank you Chris" and "Please don't leave". Chris looks around the crowd before high fiving a couple of fans in the front row of the ramp. He gets to the top of stage and turns around tapping his elbow with tears in his eyes as the crowd heavily applauds. The crowd is silenced as Cable is attacked from behind by a returning Rye Payne.]

Thomas Simon: Wow I can’t believe it! IT’S RYE?!?!?

Bob Herman: That means somewhere there is an orange selling stand unattended!!

[Rye puts the boots to Cable some more and helps him to feet as blood now trickles down the face of ‘C Double’. Rye runs with Cable and tosses him off of stage on the pyrotechnics console below as it begins to spark. The crowd is at a complete loss for words as Rye stands atop the ramp with hatred in his eyes. He looks up to the crowd and smirks as they all boo him in unison.]

Thomas Simon: Somebody please come out here quick!! Cable is lying motionless!! That sick and twisted son of a bitch!

[The camera shows MPW medical officials tending to Cable as the screen fades.]

Sticking Together

[The camera switches back over to Ms. Biguns' office, where she was already in another interview with a rather familiar figure.]

Ms. Biguns: So...umm I'm sorry, what was your name again?

[The camera zooms in on the familiar figure, who was wearing a pair of over-sized sunglasses and what appeared to be a fake mustache that covered most of his mouth.]

?: Oh umm...it's Chris...no...I mean Mike Chris.

Ms. Biguns: Uh huh...so you've never worked here before?

Mike Chris: Nope. Nope. Why?

Ms. Biguns: Oh...no reason. Well thanks for your time, and I'll come back to you.

Mike Chris: Cool. Please call me, life has been shit since...umm...nevermind. Thanks.

Ms. Biguns: Whatever.

[The familiar figure walks out, strangely trying to cover his identity. Ms. Biguns rubbed her fingers between the bridge of her nose as Tim finally speaks up.]

Tim Bowers: Well Tom, there've been no comments regarding her interference in Laura's match, and still no luck for Ms. Biguns so far, and we've already passed the halfway mark, already half of our candidates have come in, and half of them have been ultimately rejected, but I understand that she is expecting a familiar face to turn up momentarily. So let's hope that...

Ms. Biguns: NEXT!!

[Tim was caught off track as she demanded the next candidate. He walks in, and suddenly she takes notice. The camera zooms out to reveal the figure of Brandon Nytrus. He approaches Ms. Biguns at her desk as she leans back in slight intimidation. He looks down at her with no expression on his face.]

Ms. Biguns: Umm...are you here for...

Brandon Nytrus: Well seeing as how the big boss likes my work he asked to pass on a message to you…….It seems Mister Adams wants a few words with you…..He told me to give you this.

[Nytrus hands Biguns a piece of paper. She unfolds it and reads it.]

Ms. Biguns: Oh yeah...sure no problem. I'll catch up to him after the show. Okay? Umm...is that all?

[Brandon Nytrus does not answer. Instead he turns around, but before he could leave, Apostle Kried walks in, creating a pop amongst the crowd. He approaches Brandon Nytrus and comes face to face with him.]

Apostle Kried: Huh. I thought I smelled burnt pork ass in here.

[Brandon Nytrus scowls, but Kried is not intimidated. The two go chest to chest, nose to nose, Brandon Nytrus glaring, and Kried with a smirk.]

Apostle Kried: You know what, after weeks of seeing your lame attempts against Chicken I think it’s about time you really ‘Step Up!’

[Brandon Nytrus snarls.]

Brandon Nytrus: Believe me, if I had my way, I'd have smashed your face against the floor the day I stepped in here.

Apostle Kried: Oh? And how would you have managed that? Hiding in a corner like a rat, waiting your chance to jump me from behind? Or perhaps you'd feel better if I were asleep? Maybe you'd like to break into my hotel room?

Brandon Nytrus: You're just worried because I'm just as big and strong as you.

Apostle Kried: Yeah, and I'm faster, tougher, and smarter.

Brandon Nytrus: I beg to differ.

Apostle Kried: I beg you to prove me wrong...

[Brandon Nytrus's hands fly to Kried's throat; Kried raises his arms between Brandon Nytrus's arms, and knocks Brandon Nytrus's arms off him. Kried is about to throw a punch when Ms. Biguns finally shouts out.]

Ms. Biguns: ENOUGH!

[Kried and Brandon Nytrus freeze mid-brawl and stare at her.]

Ms. Biguns: Mister Kried, I specifically asked you here because I'm looking for a new client, and I was considering you. I'd like you to please calm down, and perhaps at least get your mind off disembowelling someone long enough to listen to me?

[Kried doesn't look happy, but he reluctantly lowers his arms, and heads towards the desk. Brandon Nytrus suddenly grabs him from behind.]

Brandon Nytrus: Oh no you don't..

[Kried slams his elbow into the face of Brandon Nytrus, catching him by surprise. He spins and slams a fist into Brandon Nytrus's gut, before grabbing him by his wife-beater, flinging him out the door into the hallway, and slamming the door shut with a resounding thud. Kried quivers in anger for a moment, before straightening himself, letting out a loud sigh, and heading over to Ms. Biguns.]

Apostle Kried: Look...I know you wanted to talk and all...and I do appreciate the offer, but I've given it some thought, and I really don't see much benefit for either of us to make a deal.

Ms. Biguns: Oh but mister Kried, I couldn't disagree more. I am exactly what you need. After what mister Adams did I think you need somebody like me! Somebody who can convince the MPW higher-ups that you deserve to be on Monday nights, not stuck in the pits with the riff-raff rookies and has-beens. With me helping you, I can make you a star, I can get you on the big scene, I know I can.

Apostle Kried: That's the problem though...I like having to prove myself. I know I have ways to go, but the more I have to work, the better I have to be. Taking the easy way is just going to make me weaker when I get there. I do appreciate that you would even consider me, but seriously, I think your talents would be better used on someone else. So thank you, I won't take up any more of your time, I have a meeting with Sir Cunningham soon. Thank you...

[Apostle rises and quickly leaves, booting Brandon Nytrus in the head for good measure as he exits before Ms. Biguns can stop him. She then turns back to Tim Bowers in the corner.]

Ms. Biguns: Well? Don't just stand there, help that man out!

[Tim sighs as he drops down and tries to recover Brandon Nytrus, but Brandon Nytrus simply shoves him off and climbs back to his feet, now enraged. Ignoring her, he storms out of the office, leaving Ms. Biguns alone once again. She resumes her work as the camera cuts to a commercial.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentleman this next match is a Hardcore match! Introducing first hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 275 pounds he is RAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGEEE!!!!!

["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. Rage stops at the ring apron and looks at his opponent. He smirks at his opponent then walks over to the ring steps. He climbs up the steps and goes through the ropes into the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises one arm in the air in predetermined victory.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent…..hailing from North Sydney, Nova Scotia and weighing in at 235 pounds….he is ‘The Ice Wolf” JEFF MOOOOOOOOOULAND!

[‘Angry Chair’ by Alice In Chains. 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 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. He continues the same pace but glances over at a male fan who is booing him. Jeff tilts his head slightly and stalks towards the fan, who is now egging on The Ice Wolf. Rage looks on from the ring curious at what’s going on. Mouland goes face to face with the fan, who is now yelling right in face mocking his sanity. Mouland steps back and forcefully cracks his neck and then snaps grabbing the fan and flipping him over the barrier. Mouland is now on top of the fan punching him over and over as the fan tries to cover himself in defense. Mouland grabs the fans head and headbutts him square into the forehead knocking out the fan as a steady stream of blood now comes from The Ice Wolf’s forehead. Jeff licks the blood then wipes it on his hand. He smirks with an evil grin as the fans boo as he wipes his blood on to the fans face.]

Thomas Simon: My God! I’m going to be sick….He’s oh no!

[Mouland tilts the unconscious fan’s head to the side and licks his lips. His mouth goes open wide but he is taken down by MPW security before he can bite the fan’s ear off. He tries fighting them off as they start using excessive force to keep The Ice Wolf at bay. Suddenly the doctor in the white coat from the pay per view appears and yells at the security guard to get off of Mouland. They break free as Mouland has snapped and is swinging wildly. The doctor comes towards him cautiously and places his hand on his shoulder. Mouland looks at the doctor as his breathing slows. The doctor leans in and whispers something in his ear as the Ice Wolf has been tamed. The doctor nods to Jeff who nods back. They both walk back up the ramp as the security team is now tending to beaten up fan while medical officials come out as well.]

Thomas Simon: Wow! Fans in all my years I have never seen anything like that…..

Bob Herman: I really thought that Mouland was going to make a pork chop out of that fans ear. I wonder if he’s been talking with Mike Tyson?

Thomas Simon: Is everything a joke to you Bobo?

Bob Herman: Of course it is! Wait my main man Rage has a mic in hand….I wonder what this could be about.

Rage: Newman! This is what you try and set me up with? A psychotic cannibal who can’t even make it halfway down the ramp without thinking its snack time? This is bullshit! Ah well listen since I have microphone in hand I might as well let you all in a little tid bit of info that was passed to me from a little birdy……Aidan Caine…the man who seemingly is the perfect gentlemen. The model employee…..

[The fans cheer loudly.]

Rage: Yeah that’s right cheer like the lemmings that you are……Well this ‘man’ is not what he seems….you see from the information I’ve been given……..well why don’t you just take a look for yourself!

[Rage points to the MPW tron and a picture is shown. The crowd gasps as some say ‘awwww’…..One fan is heard saying ‘damn that’s an ugly kid!’]

Rage: No that’s not Caine doing something for make-a-wish foundation….that is in fact Aidan Caine’s BASTARD daughter!!!! McKenna Grace Caine!!! Now what I want to know Caine is why do you seem to have all this free time to weasel in on my son and worthless slut of an ex-wife….all the while little McKenna sits at home wondering just where Daddy is……Well McKenna don’t you worry…..I’ll be there for you sweetheart! You see morons my worthless, diseased ho-bag of an ex-wife Electra Stevens has banned me from seeing my son. But she opened her legs and her door to Aidan Caine just letting him walk right in! So I believe one good turn deserves another…..so McKenna….your new Daddy is coming home....don’t you worry princess…..I will be all that you…….

‘GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!!’

[The crowd in the Orleans Arena goes absolutely ballistic as Aidan Caine’s music blares. It plays for a little bit as he finally comes out from behind the curtain infuriated. Rage is readying himself in the ring motioning for Caine to bring it on. Caine takes his shirt off tossing it aside and places his North American Title on the stage. Caine’s face is beat red then he snaps and runs down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring. Rage attacks Caine right away with some boots to the back. Caine manages to get to his feet as Rage irish whips Caine and follows him clotheslining the angered Caine over the rope. Rage plays up the crowd as they boo. Rage goes outside and grabs Caine slamming his head into the timekeepers table. Rage lifts the ring apron and pulls out a sledgehammer. He starts jawing at Caine and lifts the hammer charging at Caine. Rage swings down but Caine slips out of the way as Rage misses with the sledgehammer shot. Rage turns around and Caine unloads on Rage with hard fists. Rage drops the hammer just as he is speared to the ground by Caine. The North American Champion is all over The Only One. Caine gets up and screams with his arms spread out as the fans pop. Caine sees the hammer and picks it up. Rage works his way to his feet and is clocked in the ribcage with a nasty hammer shot. Rage grabs his midsection and doubles over. Tears of anger run down Caine’s cheeks as he lifts the hammer high and bring it top end down to the upper back of Rage. Rage is clutching his neck on the ground.]

Thomas Simon: I have never in my life seen Aidan Caine act like that before…..it’s scary.

[Caine begins to walk away and steps over the steel steps then stops. He looks down at the steps and then back at Rage. Caine doesn’t think twice and he turns the steps off to the side step side facing Rage. Caine goes over and helps Rage to his feet. Caine grabs Rage and then lifts him up and nails a release Tria Mera onto the steel steps. Rage’s head and neck crumble against the steps as his body goes limp. Caine stands back up looking at Rage’s seemingly lifeless body. He seems to break from his blinded anger and mouths “Oh My God” Caine stumbles back a bit as MPW Medical officials are running down again to tend to Rage.]

Thomas Simon: Fans….uh we will…..just cut to commercial.

Thomas Simon: Fans moments ago….Now I know everyone has their own opinion of Rage….mostly really bad but fans during the break Rage was unresponsive and could not move anything below his shoulders. Paramedics have loaded him up into the ambulance and he is on his way to Valley Hospital Medical Center for further testing we will update you on his status if we hear anything.

Bob Herman: Everyone knows that I have a history with Rage because of his association with Johnny Clash….but tonight he did step over the line and push a man to do the unthinkable. I wish Ryan all the best and a speedy recovery and hope it’s nothing too serious.

Thomas Simon: My sentiments exactly Bob….Fans let’s try and get back to normal….Jay Wyatt is standing by with Taufik about his upcoming match with the man you saw a few minutes ago Aidan Caine!

You never told me!

[Camera fades into backstage where Taufik is standing with Camilla nervously by his side. Jay Wyatt has the mic and begins to speak.]

Jay Wyatt: Thanks Thomas…..Fans I am here with Taufik, in a few mere moments will be facing his former friend Aidan Caine one on one! Taufik your thoughts?

Taufik: My thoughts?? My thoughts are to strong for your weak mind to comprehend! But all I will say is that Caine you and I have shared a long road together…..You unfortunately decided not to journey down this same path so tonight I have no choice and no remorse for making you tap out!

Jay Wyatt: Tap out? Taufik you do know that on Twitter Bill Adams announced that this would be a Tables match right?

Taufik: WHAT?!?!

Jay Wyatt: Yeah Camilla was on twitter asking the GM to cancel the match and he made it into a tables mat….

[Taufik turns around with an angry stare at Camilla.]

Taufik: WHAT?! Are you stupid!!! You knew and never told me??

Camilla: I tried Taufik but I ju...….

[Taufik slaps Camilla and begins berating her in islamic tongue.]

Taufik: You get your worthless ass back to the locker room and wait for me there do you understand? You make my life very difficult!!!!

[Scene fades to inside the ring as Honey Winters is all ready to announce the match.]

Honey Winters: Our next match is a table’s match!!!! Introducing first hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina and weighing in at 251 pounds….he is the MPW North American Champion AIDAN CAINNNNNEEE!!!

[‘GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!’ blasts as Aidan Caine comes out without his shirt or NA title. He walks with a blank stare on his face and gets in the ring as the fans cheer as others don’t know how to react.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent….residing in Tampa, Florida and weighing in at 250 pounds he is TAUFIK!!!

[As soon as the intro of Taufik theme started, the fans immediately jeers because they know what's coming next. Taufik step pout of the curtain looking at the fans in disgust before spitting onto the floor signifying the dirty soils in America. He makes his way into the while exchanging words with the fans. When he reaches to the steps, he raises both of his hands high up while saying Allah with much passion before entering the ring. Once he reached to the ring, he looks at the fans then stares across the ring at Caine. Caine looks very determined.]

Thomas Simon: I can tell you this fans there is an uneasy tension in this arena since Rage was taking off on a stretcher but there is even more tension between these two rivals.

[The bell sounds, Caine and Taufik run at one another nailing each other with stiff shots. Caine grabs Taufik and whips him into the corner he begins kicking him with stiff kicks to the stomach. Taufik grabs him and turns around and throws Caine into the corner and runs in at him nailing him with stiff forearm shots as he lies back in the corner. Taufik grabs Caine and shoves him at the ropes he falls through the ropes out onto the apron and out onto the floor. Taufik steps out onto the apron he stands as Caine gets up to his feet, Taufik jumps off the apron as he does Caine catches him and drops him with a spinebuster on the floor. Taufik lies on the mat screaming in pain as Caine gets up to his feet. Caine pulls Taufik up to his feet he falls back down onto his knees, Caine turns and grabs a chair he folds the chair up and slams the chair into the back of Taufik he falls face first onto the floor, Caine throws the chair down onto the floor. Caine pulls Taufik up to his feet he grabs him around the wrist and whips him towards the security railing he hits the railing and falls up and over the railing into the front row. Canadian makes his way over the railing as Taufik gets up to his feet he moves towards Taufik as he does Taufik nails him in the stomach with a stiff punch and comes up and nails him with a stiff forearm shot that knocks Caine back onto the security railing, Taufik runs at Caine and nails him with a step up enziguri that knocks him filliping up and over the railing back towards the ring.]

Thomas Simon: This match is all over the place!

Bob Herman: I don’t see how these two can take this much punishment!

[Taufik grabs a hold of the railing and pulls himself up onto it and jumps off and connects with Caine with a back heel kick that knocks back onto the floor, Taufik takes a hard fall onto the floor as well. Taufik gets up slowly with a slight limp from his spill onto the floor he pulls Caine up to his feet he shoves him back against the apron, Taufik runs at him and Caine moves out of the way and he slams into the ring apron chest first. Caine grabs Taufik off the apron and pulls him away from the ring out into the ring aisle, Caine pulls Taufik into him leans him over and picks him up and turns and drops him with a spinning out powerbomb that slams Taufik down hard onto the floor. Caine gets up slowly holding his back from the impact. Taufik lies on the floor not moving at all. Caine grabs Taufik pulling him up to his feet slowly he grabs him and nails him with a big boot that knocks Taufik falling back onto the security railing. Caine runs at him and Taufik moves out of the way and Caine straddles the security railing, Taufik runs at him nails him with an enziguri that knocks him over into the front row. Taufik steps over the railing he grabs a chair and folds it up he raises the chair up and nails Caine over the head he falls onto the floor he rolls over and he has blood flowing down his face.]

Thomas Simon: Taufik just busted Caine open!

Bob Herman: This match is brutal!!

[Taufik stands over Caine and begins hitting him over and over on the forehead with stiff punches that causes Caine’s blood to flow even more down his face. Taufik pulls him up to his feet as he does Caine swings wildly at Taufik, he grabs him around the waist and goes around behind him he goes to pick him up, but Caine blocks him and turns Taufik around and hip tosses him over onto the floor. Caine moves slowly and pulls him up to his feet. Caine goes around on the side of Taufik garbs him around the arm pulls him back and they both fall back onto a chair dropping Taufik with a side Russian leg sweep. Caine gets up to his feet he tells everyone to move back he pulls Taufik up to his feet and pulls him through the crowd as they move back, Taufik hits him in the stomach with hard shot that stuns Caine he nails Taufik over the back with a stiff shot that knocks him down onto his knees, Caine runs at Taufik and nails him with a big boot that knocks Taufik back onto the floor. Caine pulls a table over near to where they are he pulls Taufik up to his feet he grabs him pulls him towards him, Caine picks up Taufik and drops him with a brainbuster into the table, both men are laying in the pieces of broken table. Caine gets up first to his feet as Taufik turns and gets up slowly, Caine pulls him up to his feet he grabs Taufik and goes to whip him into a merchandise table, Taufik blocks him and pulls Caine and throws him into the table he slides onto the table and knocks all the merchandise off the table and falls over to the other side.]

Thomas Simon: These two have been all over this building!

Bob Herman: This has been wild!

[Taufik walks over grabs Caine, pulls him up out of the merchandise, and pulls him up to his feet and starts pulling him through the crowd who moves back. Taufik shoves him over the security railing back towards the ring, Taufik steps over the railing next to where Caine is laying on the floor. Taufik pulls him up to his feet he grabs him and shoves him into the ring, Taufik slides in after him. Taufik gets up to his feet as does Caine he kicks Caine in the stomach with a stiff kick that doubles him over, Taufik grabs Caine around the neck he blocks him grabs Taufik around the arm whips him to the ropes Taufik runs off the ropes Caine runs at him and nails him with the jumping double knee buster. Caine gets up to his feet slowly he pulls Taufik up to his feet he grabs Taufik as he does Taufik nails him with a stiff forearm strike that stuns Caine, Taufik jumps up wraps his legs around the neck of Caine and takes him over with a snap hurricanrana. Taufik turns gets up to his feet as does Caine, Taufik nails him with a pair of stiff elbow strikes that stun Caine. Taufik runs at him as he does Caine grabs Taufik and goes around him picking him up and nailing a release Tria Mera and Taufik falls onto the mat!]

Thomas Simon: Out of nowhere!

Bob Herman: I think this audience got chills when Caine hit that!!

[Caine rolls outside and lifts the ring apron pulling a table out as the crowd pops! Caine slides it into the ring and places it leaning in the corner. Caine goes over and starts laying the boots to Taufik before helping him up.]

Thomas Simon: Looks like Caine is attempting another Tria Mera…..but this time into the table set up in the corner.

Bob Herman: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! IT’S CAMILLA!!! Taufik told her to stay out of the match!

[Camilla runs down to the ring and slides in pleading with Caine. Aidan drops Taufik to the side and begins trying to get Camilla out of the ring. Camilla begins to cry and pushes Caine away. He looks confused but then she goes to grab the table to get it out of the ring. Caine goes over to try and stop Camilla. Behind them Taufik gets to his feet and runs at them. Caine sees Taufik out of the corner of his eye and moves just in time pushing Taufik past him as he spears Camilla through the table and Michael Green calls for the bell.]

Thomas Simon: Wait…that…..that’s it? Michael Green is talking to Honey Winters…..here we go….

Honey Winters: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this match as he pushed Taufik through the table……AIDAN CAINE!!!

[‘Get Ready for the Smack Down’ blasts as Caine argues with the ref that he accidentally did that. Caine quickly pushes Taufik off of Camilla and slides her out of the broken table. He yells for the medics as they run down again.]

Thomas Simon: Boy they have been a busy bunch tonight!

Bob Herman: Seems to be a trend with Aidan Caine.

[Caine helps the medics get Camilla on the gurney as it cuts to commercial.]

Getting the Last Word

Thomas Simon: Well apparently folks, Ms. Biguns is very close to finishing her search.

[The camera switches back to Ms. Biguns' office, where Tim Bowers stands with a microphone in hand, and Ms. Biguns is already in another interview.]

Ms. Biguns: Thank you for coming. First of all, your name?

[The camera spins to a shot of a Latino gentleman with a thin mustache and soul patch, who looks rather calm and confident.]

?: I am Sancho.

Ms. Biguns: Okay, and what makes you think you have what it takes to be my manager?

Sancho: I am Sancho.

Ms. Biguns: What can you offer me?

Sancho: What do I offer? I am Sancho.

Ms. Biguns: ...

Sancho: ...

Ms. Biguns: ...umm, great...

Sancho: ...I am Sancho.

[Ms. Biguns looks rather confused. As attracted as she is to such a ravishing gentleman, she realizes that he has some kind of problem...]

Ms. Biguns: Okay, thanks for your time. I'll let you know how you get on. Now goodnight.

[He silently gets up and leaves, but not without trying to show off his rather built tushy. Ms. Biguns sighs as Tim finally speaks up.]

Tim Bowers: I believe there is only one more candidate standing outside. Oh, and here he comes.

[The crowd pops as suddenly the CEO of the company Kurt Newman approaches the desk, with a pencil in hand. Ms. Biguns takes off her glasses as she leans back and greets the boss.]

Ms. Biguns: Oh umm...mister Newman. Are you here to...

Kurt Newman: Well actually no. I've just stopped by to remind you that...well...I'm the CEO and you're not. So umm...na na na na naa naaaaaa!!

[Giggles are heard from the crowd as Ms. Biguns struggles to restrain herself.]

Kurt Newman: Oh, and one more thing. Ever since I met you, I've always wanted to try this...

[Ms. Biguns looks on confused as he proceeds to aim his pencil at her. He then launches the pencil, which lands directly down her top, straight into her cleavage.]

Ms. Biguns: Ah!

Kurt Newman: Score!! Haha thanks, take it easy!

[As Newman struts out of the room, Ms. Biguns throws the pencil out of her top in frustration and holds her head in her eyes. This search was clearly a failure.]

Tim Bowers: Well, looks like an unsuccessful night for...wait, hang on...

[Ms. Biguns immediately stands up and scowls as Laura Tavares suddenly walks into the room and comes face to face with her.]

Laura Tavares: Ahem. Oh dear, is this a good time? I just couldn't help but notice your completely pathetic attempt to hire yourself a new client, and I just thought that I'd stop by to check on your progress. Clearly I didn't miss much.

Ms. Biguns: What do you want Laura?

Laura Tavares: I just wanted to thank you for costing me my match before, but you know what they say, payback is...well in this case you already are a bitch but let's just say what goes around comes back around.

Ms. Biguns: Get out you skank, get out now!

Laura Tavares: And what if I don't?

[Suddenly Ms. Biguns throws a slap straight across Laura's face. Instinctively Laura reacted by leaping over the desk and spearing Ms. Biguns from her chair and down onto the floor. The two continue to scrap on the floor before MPW security finally comes rushing in to separate them. The two are being restrained by security, kicking their legs and screaming profanities at each other as the camera cuts to a commercial break.]

Thomas Simon: Fans since we are expecting to have Trey Baxter joining us shortly on commentary we have decided to get ourselves a front row seat for this match at the time keepers table!

Freddy Class: This next match is your Monday Night Main Event and is scheduled for one fall!

[Lights out by Breaking Benjamin hits and out from the stage comes Justin Fischer holding his MPW Television Championship. He walks to the stage and holds it up in the air as the fans boo him.]

Freddy Class: Making his way to the ring from Toronto Ontario Canada, he is the MPW Television Champion.. Justin Fischer!

[Fischer climbs in to the ring and looks Honey Winters up and down and smirks at her. Hero by Skillet hits and the fans boo louder than they did for Fischer. Gold sparks drop down from the rafters on to the stage and Johnny Clash runs out from behind them in a Pink fuzzy vest.]

Freddy Class: And his opponent, from Los Angeles California, he is Johnny... Clash!

[The crowd boos as Clash smirks on his way down to the ring. He hops up on to the apron and lays down on it before rolling in to the ring. He walks to the corner and hops up on the top turnbuckle and lays down across it with his feet crossed. The referee check on each Superstar and gets ready to call for the bell.]

Bob Herman: This match should be one for the ages but Johnny’s got it!

Thomas Simon: Fischer seems determined as well

[Fischer and Clash circle each other as they wait for the bell to ring. As soon as they do though "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hits as the lights in the arena begin to flicker. The crowd goes nuts in anticipation of Trey Baxter. Some smoke fills up the entranceway until we see Trey step out onto the top of the ramp already wearing his wrestling attire with a white shirt that says "Better than You" on it, and his MPW World Heavyweight Title over his left shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp as he looks around at the crowd who is cheering him on. The lights turn back on as Trey slowly walks down the ramp with a huge smile on his face as he is staring down both Clash and Fischer who are in the ring staring right back at him. Baxter gets to the bottom of the ramp and holds the title up in the air as he whispers something to Clash and Fischer before going over to the time keepers table and sitting down in the seat they have set up for him. Trey sets his World Title on the table before putting on is headset.]

Trey Baxter: What's up guys?

Thomas Simon: Welcome Champ! It’s good to have you on commentary again

Bob Herman: That's not what he was saying a little while ago...

Trey Baxter: You guys are a trip. You know that?

Bob Herman: It's good to have you out here for such a big match like this one. We all know you're not too big of a fan of either of these guys.

Trey Baxter: Well they both seem to think they're better than me for some reason. In fact, TWI has to be the stupidest group of individuals I've ever seen in my life. I'm trying to figure out how long it will be till Fischer joins up with them.

Thomas Simon: It would be a good fit...

[Meanwhile in the ring Clash is still staring Trey down.]

Thomas Simon: Clash can't take his eyes off of you...

Trey Baxter: Yeah somebody needs to tell the guy that I just don't swing that way.

Bob Herman: I'm pretty sure that's not the reason he's staring at you...

Trey Baxter: You watch your mouth Bob!

[Trey stands up and points at Fischer who is standing behind Clash and about to attack him but Clash thinks he's pointing at him and he points right back at him and then to the title. At that moment Fischer quickly throws Clash over the top rope as Clash goes crashing to the mat.]

Trey Baxter: You see...that's what he gets. And what a fitting move by Fischer too. He LOVES it from behind.

Bob Herman: How do you know that?

Trey Baxter: Uhh... rumors?

[As Clash makes his way to his feet Fischer springs over the top rope and connects with a hard cross body to Clash. Fischer then gets up and begins to say something to Trey himself.]

Trey Baxter: There's something wrong with these guys. They both seem to be obsessed with me...then again who isn't, right?

Bob Herman: Oh god...

Trey Baxter: Watch out behind you!

[Trey yells at Fischer who turns and is met with a hard clothesline from Clash. Clash then quickly picks Fischer up and whips him into the guard rail before turning his attention back to Trey. Clash walks over and gets right in front of the table and points at the World Title. Trey immediately stands up].]

Trey Baxter: You want some of this?

[Clash says yes as he nods his head.]

Trey Baxter: That's it...I'm about to teach this kid a thing or two...

Thomas Simon: Don't do it Trey! It's not worth it!

[Trey smiles as he looks down on the announcer table and see's a pencil. He picks it up and snaps it in half right in front of Clash's face. Clash see's this and immediately backs up with his arms up.]

Thomas Simon: You really showed him there! He wanted no part of that!

Bob Herman: Yeah but is there really a need for threats like that?

[Clash turns around and goes over to Fischer who is slowly recovering. As Clash gets over to Fischer he is hit with an elbow to the stomach followed by another hard elbow to the face that sends Clash reeling back. As Clash turns back to face Fischer he is quickly hit with a super kick that sends him down hard!]

Trey Baxter: Is this a fight or a date? They're looking like a bunch of girls out there!

Bob Herman: You're crazy Baxter. They're showing you how real men fight.

Trey Baxter: All I see is two bitches.

Thomas Simon: In a way I'd have to agree.

Bob Herman: I bet you do you ass kisser. I don't think you're giving Johnny Clash enough credit here Trey. He's one of the best wrestlers in the world. He has a good chance of beating you if you ever do meet for that World Title.

Trey Baxter: Clash? Beat me?

[Trey immediately begins to laugh meanwhile Fischer rolls Clash into the ring and climbs up onto the apron himself.]

Trey Baxter: This loser isn't even going to be able to beat our TV Champion!

Bob Herman: Fischer could have beaten you last week...

Trey Baxter: Could have? What match were you watching?

Thomas Simon: I've got to agree with Trey. That was a very impressive choke out win.

Bob Herman: Fischer claimed you didn't really beat him because you didn't pin him or submit him.

Trey Baxter: I showed Fischer he was out of my league. If the kid wants to go around whining and crying like a little bitch about how I didn't pin him or submit him he can do so but the facts remain I beat his ass in the middle of the ring last week and walked away with my hand raised in victory meanwhile he was still passed the fuck out in the middle of the ring.

Bob Herman: Yeah but...

Trey Baxter: Yeah but nothing! I told him eh shouldn't have been talking all that shit. He got what was coming to him that's for damn sure.

[Fischer climbs up to the top rope as he waits for Clash to slowly make his way to his feet. As soon as he gets to a vertical base and turns to face Fischer, Fischer jumps off and connects with a hard missile dropkick right to the face! Clash goes down hard! Fischer climbs on top for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!]

Trey Baxter: I know Fischer didn't really think he was about to get the win right there. I know Clash sucks and all but it's going to take more than that to beat him.

Bob Herman: He doesn't suck...

Trey Baxter: I think somebody has a little crush

Bob Herman: I do not!

Trey Baxter: Don't worry bro! I'm pretty sure Clash would be interested...

[In the ring Fischer gets to his feet as he argues with the ref about a slow count as he thinks he had the match won. Fischer picks Clash up and tries to irish whip him into the corner but Clash is able to reverse it and send Fischer crashing into the corner back first before stumbling out of it. Clash quickly charges Fischer and hits him with a hard spear.]

Bob Herman: What a match this is!

Thomas Simon: These guys are both going all out tonight!

Trey Baxter: I guess if that's what you call this. This is what my fights looked like in preschool...

[Clash slowly gets to his feet and quickly picks Fischer up. He grabs a hold of his head before lifting him up high in the air and holding him there for a few seconds and then dropping him down with a stalling suplex. He again quickly gets up as he tries to pump up the crowd and they begin to boo him. He smiles as he enjoys the boo's from the crowd.]

Trey Baxter: It's about damn time Clash started doing something. I was starting to think this should have maybe been the opening match of the card after that slap fest we've been watching.

Bob Herman: I don't know what you're talking about because this is a great main event!

Trey Baxter: Yeah if this was Step Up...

[Clash picks up Fischer and quickly hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Clash then climbs up to the top rope and quickly jumps off connecting with an elbow drop to the chest of Fischer. Clash turns and faces Trey before going for the pin! 1...2...Kickout! Fischer is able to kick out!]

Trey Baxter: Maybe if he was more concerned about his match than about me he probably could have gotten the pin there.

Thomas Simon: I'd have to agree with you there champ. He's a little too worried about you.

Bob Herman: Can you blame him though? He probably thinks you're going to attack him at any moment.

Trey Baxter: Why would I do that?

Bob Herman: Because you hate him? Because he called you out last week?

Trey Baxter: Look I'm here to be an impartial commentator and nothing else. I have NO plans of getting involved in this match.

Bob Herman: For some reason I don't believe you...

Trey Baxter: I haven't done anything yet; have I?

Bob Herman: Not yet...

Trey Baxter: I could have easily gone out there and knocked both of these guys out real fast and given these fans a real show but I haven't. I've sat here and watched this boring ass match that's borderline gay porn.

Bob Herman: You're ridiculous...

Trey Baxter: You know what...fuck it...I'm about to help Fischer out real fast...

[Trey gets up and takes his headset off.]

Bob Herman: Don't do it!

[Trey ignores him as he walks over to the edge of the ring and grabs a hold of Clash's leg as the ref isn't paying attention and quickly lets it go.]

Bob Herman: What's he doing?

Thomas Simon: I'm not quite sure...

[Clash turns to face Trey and tries to reach out and grab him but Trey backs up a little so he can't. Trey just smiles as the angry Clash is yelling out profanities at Baxter. The ref comes over and tells Clash to get back to the match and tells Trey to go take a seat. Trey says OK and begins to back away as Clash turns his attention back towards Fischer but as soon as he does Trey grabs his leg again and quickly lets go.]

Bob Herman: Is he just playing games with him?

Thomas Simon: I think he's trying to make Johnny mad.

Bob Herman: It sure is working.

[Clash once again turns to face Trey and this time is irate. He yells for Baxter to get in the ring and Trey tells him to come out of the ring. Meanwhile Fischer is making his way back to his feet in the ring. Fischer quickly rolls up Clash as his attention is turned towards Trey! 1...2...Kickout! ]

Thomas Simon: Fischer almost just snuck a win in right there! That was CLOSE!

Bob Herman: Yeah thanks to Trey's antics he did.

Thomas Simon: Clash should be paying attention to his opponent and not Trey!

Bob Herman: Kind of hard when Trey keeps grabbing his leg!

[Trey walks back over with a huge smile on his face and sits back down at the table.]

Bob Herman: Did you have your fun? Are you done now?

Trey Baxter: Whoa now! Calm down there! I definitely had my fun. Would have been even better if Fischer would have gotten the roll up win right there. Can you imagine how mad Clash would have been?

Thomas Simon: He would have been irate.

Trey Baxter: He probably would have killed the prostitute he's going to buy later tonight.

[Bob shakes his head as both Trey and Simon laugh. Meanwhile in the ring Fischer has gained control of the match yet again as he picks Clash up and hits him with 2 hard slaps across the chest followed by a kick to the stomach and immediately followed by a DDT.]

Thomas Simon: I've got to hand it to Fischer he sure has looked good here tonight against Clash.

Bob Herman: I may not like the guy but he sure does know how to fight.

Trey Baxter: You call that fighting?

Bob Herman: Oh come on! Even you have got to admit he's been impressive here tonight.

Trey Baxter: For him...I guess if you look at it that way then yeah he's been impressive.

Bob Herman: He was impressive last week too...

Thomas Simon: In a losing effort...

Trey Baxter: Thank you Thomas! The guy kept calling me lucky. ME?! Lucky?

Thomas Simon: Yeah that's crazy. You've worked hard for what you've got!

Trey Baxter: Damn right I have. And I'm not going to let any loser like him or Clash take that away from me.

[In the ring Fischer quickly picks up Clash and puts his head between his legs. He looks around at the crowd who is actually cheering him on as the two men are putting on one hell of a match in the main event of the evening. Fischer picks Clash up and drops him down on his head with a hard piledriver that leaves Clash out in the middle of the ring.]

Thomas Simon: This could be it right here!

Bob Herman: Fischer has done a good job taking advantage of Trey's distraction to take complete control of this match! This would be a very, very impressive win for Fischer going forward.

Trey Baxter: Not really...

[Fischer picks up Clash and power slams him right in the middle of the ring before climbing up to the top rope. He waits for a moment and then points at Baxter before jumping off with a frog splash! ]

Bob Herman: Clash moved!

[Clash is able to roll out of the way as Fischer goes crashing into the mat stomach first and immediately grabs his stomach. Trey starts laughing hysterically.]

Bob Herman: What's so damn funny?

Trey Baxter: What a moron! If the guy wouldn't have pointed at me, for no reason at all, then he would have landed that Frog Splash and would probably have won the match seeing how Clash is probably too big of a vag to kick out of that.

Thomas Simon: Probably wasn't the smartest idea.

Bob Herman: Both of these guys seem to have an intense hate for you Trey. Why do you think that is?

Trey Baxter: That's simple. It's the same reason all these guys hate me.

Bob Herman: Which is?

Trey Baxter: They want to be me. I can't blame them either. Seeing how I'm already the best damn wrestler in the world and they're all just trying to get to where I'm at today.

Thomas Simon: There's no doubt that a lot of guys would love to be in your situation. Becoming the first ever MPW World Heavyweight Champion was very impressive indeed.

[In the ring both Clash and Fischer slowly make their way to their feet at about the same time. Fischer charges at Clash and attempts to hit him with a clothesline but Clash ducks but Fischer still connects with the clothesline to the referee!]

Bob Herman: Oh god!

Thomas Simon: He just nearly took the referee's head off with that clothesline!

[Fischer can't believe what he just did and as he stares down at the fallen ref he is quickly hit with a low blow from Clash!]

Thomas Simon: Ouch!

Trey Baxter: What a surprise there...

Bob Herman: What do you mean?

Trey Baxter: That was more of a dick grab than a low blow. I'm pretty sure Clash has been waiting to do that all night...maybe even all week.

Bob Herman: Why do you say that?

Trey Baxter: I think everyone saw how obsessed Clash was with Fischer wearing leather. This is like a match made in heaven in you ask me.

Thomas Simon: Either way Fischer is down in pain!

Trey Baxter: From the looks of it so is that poor ref. Maybe I should go be the new ref?

Bob Herman: I don't think that's such a good idea...

Trey Baxter: Of course you don't...

[Trey gets up and takes his headset off as he grabs his World Title off the table and throws it over his shoulder.]

Bob Herman: Don't do it! Let them finish this!

Thomas Simon: He's the World Champion Bob!

Bob Herman: So?

Thomas Simon: So he can do whatever he wants!

Bob Herman: Says you...

[In the ring Clash quickly picks up Fischer and sets him up for what looks to be his finisher!]

Bob Herman: I don't think it's going to matter anyway!

Thomas Simon: Looks like Clash is going for The Bloodline!

[Clash picks Fischer up and hits him with The Bloodline!]

Bob Herman: That's it! That's the match!

[Clash flips Fischer over and goes for the pin but the ref is still out!]

Bob Herman: Wake up ref! This match should be over!

[Clash notices that there's no count and gets up and walks over to the ref as he tries to wake him up. Meanwhile Trey slides into the ring and gets his World Title in his hand as he waits for Clash to turn around and face him.]

Bob Herman: Oh no! What's he going to do?!

Thomas Simon: Looks like things might get ugly for Clash! He has no idea that Trey is even in the ring!

[The crowd goes nuts as Trey waits for Clash to turn around and face him. Clash finally leaves the ref alone and turns to face what he thinks will be a laid out Fischer but as he does he catches a glimpse of Baxter but is then quickly nailed with the World Title right to the face by Trey Baxter! Clash goes down hard!]

Bob Herman: That son of a bitch!

Thomas Simon: He just knocked Johnny Clash out! There's no getting up from that one!

[Trey puts the title back over his shoulder as he stares down at the body of Clash who is knocked out in the middle of the ring! A huge smile comes over the face of Baxter as he puts Fischer on top of Clash and begins to exit the ring. AS he puts his leg through the middle rope he stops. He turns back around and gets back in the ring as he looks around at the crowd who is cheering him on.]

Thomas Simon: I don't think the champs done yet...

Bob Herman: What now? Hasn't he done enough!

Thomas Simon: I guess we're about to find out. Trey sets his title down on the ground near the middle of the ring as he picks up Fischer and puts him between his legs. Trey then hits The LIGHTS OUT on Fischer on top of the World Title!

Bob Herman: What was that for? Was that necessary?!

Thomas Simon: It might not have been necessary but it sure was awesome!

Bob Herman: There was no reason for any of this!

Thomas Simon: I guess he's an equal opportunist. Wouldn't have been fair to just knock out Clash...

[Trey looks over at the ref as he is finally starting to recover and then looks over at both Fischer and Clash laid out in the middle of the ring. Trey then puts Fischer back on top of Clash and picks up his World Title before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp backwards. The ref finally recovers and slowly begins to count! 1...2...3!!! ]

Thomas Simon: Fischer did it!

Bob Herman: Thanks to Trey Baxter!

Thomas Simon: No matter how you look at it that was a very impressive win for the MPW TV Champion!

[Trey smiles as he is still backing up the ramp and Fischer's music begins to hit. Trey finally turns around and heads up the ramp and to the back as both Fischer and Clash are still both laid out in the middle of the ring as the MPW logo flashes across the screen to end the show.]

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