Pre Show:

[Crow is in the ring stretching as he is waiting for Nathan James to come out for the pre show match in a sold out arena.]

Tim Bowers: Here we are Jay. The pre show match before the biggest pay per view of them all.

Jay Wyatt: I can't believe it's here Tim. This is the biggest night in sports. People everywhere will be tuned in to see the first ever Road To Glory.

Tim Bowers: It is going to be a night to remember that's for sure.

[All of a sudden we see a masked hooded man come out from the crowd and slide into the ring with a steel chair behind Crow who hears the crowd’s reaction.]

Jay Wyatt: What do we have here?

Tim Bowers: I don't know. Who is that?

[Crow turns around. As he does the masked man swings and connects with a hard shot to the top of Crow's skull that busts his head open and sends him down hard. The masked man throws the chair to the ground as he looks around and then looks down at the fallen Crow.]

Tim Bowers: Holy shit!

Jay Wyatt: What a way to start the night! Who is this man?

[The masked man picks him up before hitting him with the Adios Motherfucker!]

Tim Bowers: Was that what I think it was?

Jay Wyatt: Adios Motherfucker? Isn't that Ash Soulsfate's finisher?

Tim Bowers: It is...

[The masked man stands over the fallen Crow as the scene fades.]

Thomas Simon: This is it everyone!!! THIS IS ROAD TO GLORY!!!!!

Bob Herman: LISTEN TO THESE PEOPLE HERE IN DALLAS!!!

Thomas Simon: That’s right we are sold out in the American Airlines Arena!! I am overly excited for this card tonight….you want big pay per views nobody does it bigger than MPW!!!

Bob Herman: That is the truth Tommy Boy….I am proud to be sitting here and anxiously await a show that will go down in history as one of the absolute greatest ever!!!

Thomas Simon: That’s right Bobo! Let’s get this party started!!!

[The camera focuses and slowly zooms in on Honey Winters standing in the ring.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen this following match is a 3 way dance for the MPW Television Championship!!! Introducing first…..

[As "X Gonna Give It to Ya" By DMX begin to blast through the P.A. system.]

Honey Winters: weighing in at 210 pounds he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada…he is the MPW TELEVISION CHAMPION HE IS JASONNNNNNNNN XAVIERRRRRRRRRRRR

[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. 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. "Reborn" by Damageplan is heard blasting throughout the arena. Shaun Cross wastes no time as he walks onto the stage, immediately starting down the ramp. Occasionally drifting to the sides of the ramp to high-five a few fans.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent…..he weighs in at 215 pounds….he hails from Portland, Maine…..he is “The Samurai” SHAUNNNNNNNNNN CROSSSSSSSSSSS

[He slides into the ring and quickly springs to his feet, rushing across and climbing the far turnbuckle. He raises his arms up above his head for a moment before hopping back down onto the canvas, turning around and leaning against the corner ready and waiting. The arena lights dim, as golden spotlights pass throughout, catching various clusters of fans within their amber glow. "Bedroom Eyes" by Yngwie Malmsteen begins to pipe throughout the arena's sound system]

Honey Winters: And their opponent…….he weighs in at 195 pounds and hails from Miami, Florida….he is “Playboy” TYLERRRRRRRR RRRRRRROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE!!!!

[As the spotlights ascend upon the rampway, merging into one solid beam. Tyler Rose then emerges from the back, standing atop the rampway, basking in the light a smile upon his face. ]

Thomas Simon: What a way to kick off a Pay Per View! I am very excited for this match!

[The three start in the ring, as Rose and Cross move towards Xavier. Xavier charges after the two, ducking under a double clothesline and bouncing off the ropes, drilling both Rose and Cross with a clotheslines, taking them both to the mat. Xavier is on the offensive, kicking hard at the fallen Rose a couple of times, before turning to the rising Cross, catching him with a quick swinging neckbreaker. Xavier pulls Rose to his feet, but is met with a couple quick rights to the midsection, followed by an overhead arm drag. Xavier is back to his feet quickly, moving towards Rose, who catches Xavier with a belly to belly suplex.]

Thomas Simon: Some quick action in the early going.

[Rose's back to his feet, and he moves to the rising Xavier, who cuts him off with a shoulder to the ribs. Rose doubles over, and Xavier takes his to the mat with a hard DDT. Xavier is back on his feet, but is met by a hard boot from Cross, doubling him over. Cross catches him with a quick Double Arm DDT, spiking Xavier hard into the mat. He's back to his feet, and stomps a couple of times on the fallen champion. Cross pulls Xavier to his feet quickly, driving a couple of hard knees into his midsection, before taking him overhead with a butterfly suplex.]

Bob Herman: Shaun Cross showing his quickness early on as well.

[ Cross moves back to his feet, and is met from behind by a hard elbow to the back of the head. He turns around, and is met by a couple hard kicks to the ribs from Rose, who bounces off the ropes and drills Cross with a bicycle kick, sending him back against the ropes. Rose drills him with a couple hard roundhouse kicks to the head, and then follows up with a spinning back kick, sending Cross to the mat. Rose moves to the rising Xavier, cutting him off with a toe kick, then taking him to the mat with an arm drag. Rose's back on his feet, waiting for Xavier to rise, catching him with another arm drag. He holds on, locking in an armbar on Xavier, who fights towards the ropes, getting a foot on and breaking the hold. Rose's back to his feet and waiting for Xavier to rise, when he's caught from behind by a back suplex from Cross. Cross turns to the rising Xavier, crouching a moment, before dropping him to the mat with a back suplex.]

Thomas Simon: Shaun Cross, clearing house!

[Cross rises to his feet, as he does Rose runs at Cross catching him with a roundhouse kick, which stuns him. Rose jumps up dropping him down with a backstabber. Cross lies on the mat grimacing in pain, as Rose rises to his feet. He runs at Jason nailing him with a stiff forearm strike, which stuns him. He grabs him around sending him into the ropes. Rose runs at Jason, as he runs back at his. Rose goes for a kick to the stomach, but Jason catches his leg. He stands hopping on one leg.] 

Bob Herman: Jason Xavier catches Tyler Rose before he could land that kick!

Thomas Simon: Jason Xavier had Tyler Rose well scouted!

[Jason throws his leg down, and leans over lifting Rose onto his shoulders. Rose tries to fight Jason, but he drops his down with the Go 2 Sleep. Rose lies on the mat, as Jason turns, and gets nailed with a clothesline from Cross. Jason stumbles back, as Cross lands a stiff punch, which staggers Jason. Cross pulls Jason toward him sending him down with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Cross goes for the pin, as The ref counts 

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2.. 

Rose breaks up the count. They both rise to their feet, as they do, Rose lands a slap across the face of Cross. He looks at his, and moves toward his, as he does, Rose catches him with a stiff European upper cut, which stuns Cross. Rose kicks him flush into his stomach, which doubles him over. Rose connects with a bicycle kick, which sends Cross down to the mat. Jason turns, as he does Rose runs at him. He runs at Jason, but gets sent down with a drop toe hold, which plants Rose face first into the mat.]
 
Bob Herman: Tyler Rose had other plans than meeting the mat face first!

Thomas Simon: I’m sure that was never his intentions!

[Jason pulls Rose off the mat; he nails his with a pair of forearm strikes, which land flush into his face. He grabs his around his head, and lifts Rose up sending his down with a snap suplex. Jason rises to his feet, he pulls Rose off the mat, as he does Cross nails him across his back with a double axe handle knocking Jason into the ropes. Cross pushes Jason through the ropes out to the ring apron. Cross turns, as he does Rose catches him with a leg lariat sending him down to the mat.] 

Bob Herman: Shaun Cross didn’t see that coming!

[Rose steps back, as Cross rises to his feet, as he does. Rose runs at him, but Cross dodges out of the way. Rose turns, and gets kicked flush in his stomach, which doubles Rose over. Cross pulls Rose towards him. He lifts his up, and sends his down with the Razors Edge. Cross covers his, The ref counts] 

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[Xavier pulls Cross out of the ring to the floor. Jason nails him with a pair of European upper cuts. Jason kicks Cross in his stomach, and drops him onto the floor with a swigging neckbreaker. Jason slides back into the ring, as Rose is ready for him. He runs at him, and nails Jason with a running forearm strike. He backs up, and runs at Jason, but he catches his, and plants his down with a facebreaker into the mat. Jason rises to his feet; he pulls Rose off the mat. Jason jumps up, and plants Rose with the Codebreaker. Jason covers him, The ref counts] 

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[Cross breaks up the count. Cross grabs Jason throwing him into the corner into the ring post. Jason leans across the turnbuckles with his shoulder in the ring post. Cross turns, he grabs Rose off the mat landing in a pair of stiff punches, which cause his to stumble. Cross grabs his sending Rose into the corner. He runs in at his, but Rose moves out of the way. Cross turns, as Rose plants him down with The Facial! Rose rolls him over, as The ref counts] 

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.. Kick out. 

Bob Herman: I thought that was it for Cross!!

Thomas Simon: I did too!

[Rose rises to his feet, as Cross lies on the mat. He turns, as Jason moves from the corner. He runs at him, and nails him with a clothesline in the corner. He backs up moving back across the ring into the opposite corner. Rose runs at him, but Jason moves out of the way, as Rose slams into the corner. Jason steps back, as he does he turns to see Cross just getting to his feet. Jason runs over and quickly pushes him up in the air and nails him with the X-ed Out! Jason pins Cross The ref counts 

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3!!!!! SHAUN CROSS IS ELIMINATED!!

Thomas Simon: Shaun Cross has been eliminated!!!

Bob Herman: Down to Xavier and Rose!

[Xavier is getting back up from his pinfall over Cross as Rose has taken this time to perch himself on the top rope. Xavier turns around as Rose leaps and nails him with the missile drop kick. Rose pops back up as Xavier is clutching his chest and working his way back up Rose runs at him and nails him with The Facial!! Xavier hits the mat and spins onto his back. Rose ceases the opportunity and hops up to the top rope. He looks around and then leaps off perfectly executing The Money Shot!!! Tyler quickly covers Xavier.]

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!! TYLER ROSE WINS!!!

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner…..and newwwwwwwwwwwww MPW Television Champion TYLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ROSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE!!!

Thomas Simon: Wow! What a way to open a show!!! I can’t believe it!!! Tyler has finally climbed that mountain and won!!

Bob Herman: What a match….definitely a true showcase.

[Johnny Clash and Laura Tavares are backstage getting ready to do an interview but before Johnny can start he notices Laura looking away from the camera. She seems to have spotted something off camera. Laura has a pleasurable smirk on her face as she darts off camera. Johnny follows her in confusion, and so does the camera. The camera catches up to Laura, with Johnny standing behind her, pointing at an overweight lady by the catering table. She is wearing the outfit of a cleaning lady.]

Laura Tavares: Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?

[The cleaning lady freezes like a deer in the lights, instantly recognizing Laura's voice. She quickly scoffs the last of the cupcakes but before she can make a break for the exit Laura snaps at her.]

Laura Tavares: Ahem! Get back here now! I'm sure I've seen you...

[Laura's face lights up as the overweight cleaning lady turns around. The woman is clearly hesitant as Laura gives a wicked smile of satisfaction.]

Laura Tavares: Well, well, well. Why if it isn't Miss Biguns! My my Jasmine, you've really let yourself go haven't you? I mean honestly at first glance I thought the American Airlines arena had let a hippopotamus in here!!

[Laura laughs out loud as Biguns looks down in shame.]

Laura Tavares: It's amazing, and there I was thinking that you couldn't sink any lower. I mean look at what you've been reduced to! Why it seems like only yesterday you were blowing all your money on a wedding that turned out to be nothing more than a hoax. You remember that don't you porky? And now here you are, reduced to nothing more than a lowly janitor.

[Biguns looks humiliated.]

Laura Tavares: Hey, it's not all that bad though right? At least you finally have a job to match your miserable life. At least you're not sitting in your fat ass all day like what you've been doing since you got dumped by Chicken. Oh, but don't think that I missed you scoffing that cake just now. That's coming out of your salary!

[Johnny laughs at Laura's remark as Biguns tries her best not to look completely embarrassed.]

Laura Tavares: Oh this is too good! Oh, and from now on you will refer to me as Miss Tavares. You are also not allowed to physically harm or verbally abuse anyone in the roster, and if you do it will come out of your salary. The same goes for if I catch you scoffing your fat face again!

Ms. Biguns: Oh come on...

Laura Tavares: And if you even think of interrupting me again there will be hell to pay! Don't forget, you're just a cleaner. I'm your boss now! Heck, you're lucky to be on camera right now! People paid to see the biggest show in MPW history but I don't think they had a lardo like you in mind!

[Johnny pats Laura's back as Biguns sheds a tear.]

Johnny Clash: Come on Laura; let's leave this bitch alone...

[Laura stops Biguns from leaving.]

Laura Tavares: Oh, but before I go...you've missed a spot. Just there...on the table...

[Biguns turns around and bends over the table, looking for the spot that Laura is pointing at. Suddenly Laura raises her boot and kicks Biguns right in the butt, sending her crashing into the catering table. Biguns, now completely covered with food, is unable to even sit up, lying pathetically in the mess like a turtle on its back. Johnny and Laura are laughing hysterically.]

Laura Tavares: Oh my god! That was so funny!! Have fun cleaning that up Miss Piguns! Oh, and don't you even think about eating all that! Get all that clean now or you're fired! Ciao!!

[Johnny and Laura walk off camera, leaving Biguns lying in the mess. She finally sits up, completely covered with food. She openly weeps as the camera fades out.]

Honey Winters: The following contest is scheduled to be competed under the restrictions of a Four-way tag team match for the Millennium Pro Wrestling tag team championships!!

[Suddenly all the lights in the arena go out. After a long silence a spotlight suddenly appears on the stage. Under the light both Cami James and Emi Yamamoto are sitting in chairs, wearing light pink matching dressing gowns. They are pretending to be fast asleep. Then suddenly the intro of "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by the Proclaimers starts and the fans hop to their feet in excitement. As the first verse of the track starts, Cami and Emi pretend to wake up. They stand up at the same time and pretend to brush their hair and clean their teeth, as if they had just woken up. The fans clap to the beat of the song until finally the verse comes to an end. Suddenly they both throw off their dressing gowns, revealing their match glittering wrestling outfits to the delight of the fans. The chorus begins and they both begin skip dancing down the stage, skipping along to the music.]

Honey Winters: Introducing, at a combined weight of two hundred and eleven pounds, Cami James and Emi Yamamoto, they are...the Super Shiny Tiger Twins!!

Thomas Simon: Don't let the shenanigans fool you, these two young stars are incredible athletes and they are ready to get started in this match. They've been on a tremendous run since joining together here in MPW. Don't let their sizes fool you, they are in for a very good chance at the gold here tonight...

Bob Herman: Sshh! This tune is a classic! Don't interrupt!!

Thomas Simon: Huh...

[Once the chorus ends the two girls stop skipping. They approach the ring and hop onto the apron. They walk to the beat of the song on the apron before hopping onto the turnbuckles. They prep up the audience before the chorus kicks in again, and once it does they leap over the ropes, into the middle of the ring and begin dancing on the spot. The fans are absolutely loving it.]

Bob Herman: "I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more just to be the man to walk a thousand miles to fall down at your door... DA DA DA!!"

Thomas Simon: "DA DA DA!!"

Bob Herman: "DA DA DA!!"

Thomas Simon: "DA DA DA!!"

Thomas & Bob: "Undela Undela la la la!!"

[The song fades out as Cami and Emi step into their corner, thanking the crowd for their participation. They are now eager to compete.]

Bob Herman: Well that was fun...

Thomas Simon: I'm surprised you haven't had a heart attack yet...

Honey Winters: And their opponents!!

*As the heavy guitar riffs of Thousand foot Krutch's Welcome to the Masqurade starts playing the figures of two masked men appear on top of the ramp both shrouded in darkness. As the song goes into the chorus the name Real Steele is spelled out on the screen and spotlights catch the Steele Brothers who pull off their masks and hands them to a fan on each side of the ramp as they make their way down to ringside

Honey Winters: Coming down the ramp wiehing in at as combined wieght of 427lbs the team of Matt and Adam Steele REEEAAALLL STEEELLLEEE!

*They walk around the ring and slide in on the opposite side of the ramp, mounting the turnbuckles and posing for the fans before jumping down and doing a chest bump in the center of th ring and then settling down in their corner

Honey Winters: And their opponents!!

*"Say It" by Evans Blue plays as Aaron Cruz and Rye Payne emerge from the back and pose at the top of the ramp before they walk towards the ring.

Honey Winters: The team of AARON CRUUZ AND RYYEE PAYYNNEE!!

*The lights go out and the beeping noise at the beginning of the Age of Arrogance's titantron plays for a few seconds before "City" by Hollywood Undead booms over the loud speakers and the lights flash on and off, as the camera pans around looking for Cable and Dixon. They appear together, coming through crowd down they aisle, in their black jackets as they step over the barricade and outside the ring, spreading their arms out as they walk around and finally slide into the ring, Cable executing an elbow pose and Dixon executing a muscle pose before the climb the turnbuckles and hold up their Tag team titles.

Honey Winters: And finally, their opponents!! They are the MPW World Tag team champions!!!! CHRISSS CABBLLE AND ANNDREE DIIIXOON!! THE AGGGGE OFFFF ARRRROGGAANNNCEEE!!

Thomas Simon: Here we go!! Tag team titles on the line in a four way match!!! No disqualifications, no countouts!! The first team to get a pinfall or submission will be the MPW Tag team champions!!!

DING...DING...DING

*The teams go to their four separate corners, with Payne, Cable, James and Adam starting inside the ring. Cable and Payne both charges at Adam and Cami, who try to fight back but are eventually overpowered, as Cable and Payne pummel Cami and Adam down in their separate corners, before Cami is able to reverse a clothesline from Rye and kicks him in the gut, slamming his head down onto her knee multiple times. She hits him with a couple more strikes as she grabs his arm and tries to irish whip him into the turnbuckle, but Rye counters and goes for an irish whip of his own. Cami stops herself and ducks under the arm of Payne, turning around and running into a massive kick from Cable.

Thomas Simon: What a kick from Cable!! He's taking control of this match, pulling Cami over to his corner.

Bob Herman: This is why they're the tag team champs Tommy, incredible teamwork, and all of that power.

*Cable tags in his partner Andre and the two grab Cami in a back suplex position, however Adam Steele runs across and hits a chop block on Cable, who buckles, and as Andre lifts Cami, she reverses into a snapmare, only to be hit with a dropkick from Rye Payne. Adam gets back to his feet and pulls Rye forwards into an DDT position, yelling at the crowd only to be reversed into a face plant. Then, Cami gets back to her feet and jumps on the back of Rye, locking in a sleeper hold. But Rye grabs her by the hair and pulls her down, slamming her on her back.

Thomas Simon: Dirty play there from Rye Payne, that's disgusting.

Bob Herman: Anything goes Tommy.

*Rye runs to the ropes and looks for a charging kick to the face, but runs into a massive clothesline from Andre Dixon, who roars a the crowd, only to be received by a massive chorus of boos. Dixon lifts Payne to his feet and hauls him into an Oklahoma position, turning to where Adam Steele is getting to his feet and throwing Rye into Adam, as both crumple to the ground. Cami then sneaks up behind Andre and turns him around, kicking him in the gut three times before she leaps and hits a big enzugiri to the side of Andre's head, and Dixon crumples down on one knee. Cami runs to the ropes to finally knock him down, but Cable grabs her leg outside the ring and pulls her so that she lands flat on her face.

Thomas Simon: Cable always with the dirty tricks!!

Bob Herman: That's my boys!

*Cable grins as he poses, but as he turns around he runs into a diving cross body from Emi Yamamoto, and as Cable falls to the mat Emi runs into a big boot from Aaron Cruz, who yells at the crowd, only for him to run into a jumping clothesline from Matt Steele. The crowd roars in appreciation as Matt raises his fist, while inside the ring Rye and Adam are throwing punches at one another, right after right, until Adam starts to get the upper hand, with four successive right hands as he pushes Rye into the turnbuckle, then on the rebound Adam kicks Rye in the gut and pulls him into a suplex position. Adam hauls him up in the air, but Rye hits a couple of elbow shots to the side of Adam's head and is forced to drop, and Rye leaps over to his corner where he tags in Aaron Cruz.

Thomas Simon: Here comes the big man Aaron Cruz!! Big clothesline to Adam Steele! Big clothesline to Cami!!

Bob Herman: Try and do that to Andre Dixon!

*Aaron turns around and tries to clothesline Andre Dixon, but Andre catches his arm and twists it behind Aaron's back, pulling him into a scoop slam and dropping him on his arm. Andre then begins stomping on the arm of Aaron Cruz, before hauling him up and pulling him into a powerbomb position, signalling for a big move. However, Cami tags in Emi Yamamoto who runs into the ring and runs to the ropes, leaping up and hitting a big hurricanrana on Dixon who regains his composure in the corner. Emi charges and hits a diving dropkick, and as Andre rebounds off the turnbuckle he meets a Samoan drop from Adam Steele.

Thomas Simon: Unbelievable strength from Adam Steele!

*Steele gets to his feet, but turns back to Emi and seems hesitant to fight her. However, before they can get the chance Rye Payne enters the ring and Aaron Cruz gets back to his feet and start hammering down on Adam and Emi. Now Matt Steele enters and charges at Rye Payne, hitting a massive clothesline on Rye as he gets knocked back out of the ring, and Adam and Emi team up to hit a double dropkick on Aaron, sending him out of the ring. Cami enters the ring once again and the teams square off, with Adam locking up with Emi and Matt with Cami. Cami and Emi get the advantage, as Emi hits a headscissors and Cami hits a bulldog.

Thomas Simon: The Super Shiny Tiger Twins are rolling right now!! They're the only team standing tall!

Bob Herman: Think again!! Cable and Dixon with two clotheslines!!

*Cable and Dixon stand over the bodies of Cami and Emi and grin arrogantly at the crowd, as they pull them up and Cable throws Cami out of the ring, leaving Dixon to handle Emi in the middle of the ring.

Thomas Simon: And now we've finally got some order here, this match is chaos!! Now we've got the two legal wrestlers in that ring...i think.

Bob Herman: How can you tell? I lost track before the match even started.

*Dixon hammers Emi with clubs to the back before he hauls her to her feet and lifts her up in a powerslam position, but before he can drop forward Emi is able to struggle free and push Dixon forward into the forearm of Adam, and as Dixon wobbles back towards Emi, she goes for a hurricanrana.

Thomas Simon: No!!! Dixon catches Emi in mid-air!! Look at the strength! Powerbomb onto Adam Steele! And both Emi and Adam go crashing onto the outside!

*Dixon doesn't have time to regain his composure, as Aaron Cruz enters the ring and goes for a big boot, but Dixon ducks and the big boot hits Matt Steele, who launches off the apron. As Rye Payne enters the ring behind Dixon and waits to go for a running kick, he is interrupted by Cable, who enters the ring and charges, hitting a massive running elbow to the side of Rye's head. Cable continues the assault, pounding Payne with elbows and right hands before he's interrupted by the arrival of Cruz, who charges.

Thomas Simon: Cable ducks the clothesline...Rolling elbow!!!! What a shot!!

Bob Herman: Here we go!!! My boys are setting it up!!!

Thomas Simon: This could be it!!! Yes!!!

Bob Herman: ARS-1!!!! ARS-1 to Aaron Cruz!!!

*Cable guards the ropes while Andre Dixon goes for the cover, but Cable doesn't see Matt Steele coming up behind Andre, pulling him out of the ring and turning him around to Adam, who hits him with a kick to the gut and throws him face first into the steel ring post. Dixon bounces off and into a dropkick from Matt. Both Matt and Adam then slide back into the ring and charge at Cable, hitting a big double clothesline, as as he gets back up they haul him into a double samoan drop position.

Thomas Simon: Double Death valley driver incoming!! Real Steele are setting it up!!

Bob Herman: Hang on!! Emi Yamamoto goes springboard!!!

Thomas Simon: Big dropkick to the legs of Matt Steele, who's forced to drop Cable, and as Adam turns around he's met by a running forearm to the face by Cami James!!!

*Cami and Emi are getting pumped, and Cami climbs to the top of turnbuckle and the crowd cheer as Emi yells out and they hit the Soaring Shiny Super Rocket to Chris Cable, who rolls out of the ring after the impact. Cami raises her fists to the crowd as she waits for Adam Steele to get to his feet.

Thomas Simon: Here we go!! We've seen the ARS-1, now it's time for the Double Super Shiny Kick!!!

Bob Herman: This isn't good for Real Steele!

Thomas Simon: Here they go!! NO!! Adam ducks!!! And Cami gets a springboard hurricanrana from Rye Payne!!

*Emi goes for a headscissors of her own but is thrown off by Rye, who waits for her to get to her feet before he charges and looks for the LLL, which Emi dodges, and on the rebound, she hits a kick to the gut and then goes back to the ropes, hitting the scissors kick. The crowd roar in approval, however before she can cover, she's pulled out by Andre Dixon, who then dodges a wild right hand and connects with a massive uppercut, then grabs her arm and pulls her into a massive spinebuster.

Thomas Simon: Oh my God what an impact!!! And now Cable and Dixon slide into the ring, and they surround Cami James!!

Bob Herman: This is it!! Cami's in a lot of trouble!!

*Cable charges at Cami, who ducks and Cable almost runs into Dixon. Cami capitalizes and hits a dropkick to the back and Cable runs into Andre Dixon and the two fall out of the ring over the top ropes. Cami doesn't have time to celebrate however, as she turns around and runs into a big boot from Aaron Cruz.

Thomas Simon: Here we go!!! GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!!! That could be it for Cami James!! Emi and Cami are out right now!

Bob Herman: Watch Adam Steele!!

Thomas Simon: Adam Steele with a flurry of kicks to the gut!! Here comes Matt to assist!!

Bob Herman: Oh no, not these guys...

Thomas Simon: THE BOX SET!!! BOX SET TO AARON CRUZ!!!

Bob Herman: Hang on!! Here comes Rye!!

Thomas Simon: LIVING LIKE LARRY!! Elbow takedown to Adam Steele, and when Matt turns around, he's met with a roundhouse kick!!

Bob Herman: Look out!!!

Thomas Simon: And here comes the Tag team champions!!! Cable enters the ring, big kick to the gut....RIPCORD ELBOW!!! PAYNE IS KO'D!!!

Bob Herman: Who the hell is the legal man? Is there even one!!!

Thomas Simon: I don't think so Bobby...WAIT!!! CAMI WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY!!! Into the cover!!!

1................2...................NO! Dixon pulled Emi Yamamoto off of Cable, and now he's setting up a Samoan drop position!!

Bob Herman: Come on!! Tag team champs are looking good!!!

Thomas Simon: But here's Cami James with the save!! And BAM!!! ENZUGIRI TO THE HEAD!! Cami's motioning to Emi!!!

Bob Herman: Oh no...

Thomas Simon: Oh yes!! Double Super Shiny kick!!!

Thomas Simon: Here we go!!! NO!!! CABLE DUCKED!! And now...

Bob Herman: SPINEBUSTER!!! What a move from Dixon!!!

Thomas Simon: Oh no!! Cable's pulled something out of his boot, and he's sliding it into his elbow pad!!! Come on!!

Bob Herman: No disqualifications remember!!! This is going to be good!!

Thomas Simon: ROLLING ELBOW TO THE SIDE OF EMI'S HEAD!!! GOD ALMIGHTY SHE IS OUT!!!

Bob Herman: It's not over yet!!! ARS-1!!! ARS-1 TO CAMI JAMES!!! YES!

Thomas Simon: NO! Dixon covers!!! 1.................2......................3!!! No, no, no!

Bob Herman: They did it. Cable and Dixon did it!! They proved that arrogance is best!!

*Cable and Dixon hug as they receive their titles and raise them high in the air, as champions.

Honey Winters: Here are your winners and STIILLL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSSSS!!! THE AGEEE OOFF ARROOGGAANNCEE!!

*"City" by Hollywood Undead booms over the speakers as the fans boo and Cable and Dixon hold their titles, reigning supreme.

[Backstage Laura Tavares is playing with her phone sending a text message. A knock is heard on the door]

Laura Tavares: Come in

[Laura’s eyes widen as she sighs and rolls her eyes]

Madd Katt: I’mmmmm backkkkk!

[The fans cheer as the screen pans on to Madd Katt wearing a suit]

Laura Tavares: What did you win a backstage pass on the radio or something?

Madd Katt: Oh no no no my lovely lady. You see here, I have just signed a new contract with the MPW as of.. Well tonight!

Laura Tavares: What!? I didn’t authorize this!

Madd Katt: Actually you did. You see you signed my friend here... AJ come in here please

[A big samoan man walks in to the screen with a scowl on his face and a towel around his neck]

Madd Katt: You and Johnny boy signed this man right here to an MPW contract, His name is AJ Stark and he will be debuting Thursday on TNT. Now... The part in the contract where it was agreed he would bring in a manager, well TA DA! I’m here! I will be managing this young man to the glory and to the fame that MPW can offer.

Laura Tavares: Wow congratulations Madd Katt. After all you do have a brain huh? Alright well fine. AJ welcome to MPW. Thursday you will have a match, lets see if you like it here.

[AJ walks up to Laura and smirks before grunting and walking out. Madd Katt follows with a smile as the screen fades]

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

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

[As soon as the intro Last Of My Kind by Alice In Chains starts, 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 down the ramp, shortly followed by Jamal, while exchanging words with the fans.]

Honey Winters: And introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Jamal Abdul, from Singapore. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is the Savior... TAUFIK!!!!!

[When he reaches to the steps, he raises both of his hands high up while saying Allah with much passion before entering the ring. Jamal is not so hasty to enter the ring as Ian glares at him. Once he reached to the ring, he looks at the fans as Ian stares him down from the opposite corner.]

Thomas Simon: You can feel the tension boiling between these two guys Bob. These two were once MPW tag team champions, but now that seems like ages ago.

Bob Herman: Well what do you expect? Andrews was holding Taufik back! You can't expect the Savior to carry him all the time...

Thomas Simon: That's one way of putting it...both of these guys are just about ready to move on with their careers, but before they can, they are both looking to end each others' careers right here right now!

DING DING DING

[The bell rings and Ian shoots out of the corner charging at his opponent, but Taufik sees him and sidesteps. Ian stops himself from hitting the corner and turns around to see Taufik challenging him.]

Bob Herman: Andrews thought he could get the first blow in early...

[They begin circling each other. They are about to lock up but instead Taufik kicks him in the gut and follows up with a strong stiff right hand punch. Ian drops to one knee as Taufik bounces off the ropes, but gets countered into an arm drag. Taufik springs back to his feet but runs into another arm drag. Taufik gets caught on his knees as Ian slaps a headlock on him. Taufik manages to get back to his feet and shove Ian into the ropes, but as he bounces back Jamal hooks his arm around his feet looking to trip him up. The referee sees this and screams at him. Jamal holds his hands up begging for forgiveness but the referee is having none of it. Much to Taufik's frustration the referee sends Jamal to the back.]

Thomas Simon: Whoa, what a call by the ref! Looks like we're gonna settle this feud one on one, just as it should be!

Bob Herman: But how is Jamal going to learn from his savior from the back? The ref can't do this!

Thomas Simon: Oh yes he can, and he just did!

[Taufik rushes out of the ring and tries to argue with the referee as Jamal storms up the ramp after ripping off and throwing his shirt and tie in anger. Just as Taufik has finished yelling at the ref however, he turns around and gets met with a suicide dive from Ian Andrews.]

Thomas Simon: And the Narcissist just went airborne!

[Ian manages to roll Taufik back into the ring and attempt an early pin but Taufik kicks out straight away. Taufik tries to crawl away but Ian stomps on him several times before delivering a hard elbow drop across the back. He rolls him onto his back but Taufik shoves him off once again. Ian grabs him by the ankles but Taufik manages to boot him into the corner. He gets back to his feet and charges but Ian gets his feet up to the face just in time. Taufik stumbles away but as Ian darts out of the corner he runs right into a trapping suplex. However Ian springs back to his feet before Taufik and hits him with a T-Bone suplex on his own. Taufik recoils into the corner as Ian gets back to his feet and wipes his hands together.]

Thomas Simon: Ian Andrews proving that he can execute a suplex just as well as his former partner and mentor!

Bob Herman: Trust me, you don't wanna suplex competition with the Franchise!

[Ian approaches Taufik in the corner but instead Taufik grabs a handful of tights and throws him face-first into the turnbuckle pad. This stuns Ian, who crumbles in the middle of the ring. He swings a blind wild haymaker but only hits the air. Taufik seizes the opportunity, grabs Ian from behind and nails him with a full nelson suplex, transitioned into a koji clutch.]

Bob Herman: Hey, this could be it! Taufik is just as deadly with those submissions as he is with those suplexes!

[It takes some effort but Ian manages to roll Taufik's shoulders onto the mat, forcing him to release the hold before the referee's count to three. However Taufik is once again up first and instantly slaps him into a cobra clutch. Ian manages to get to one knee but before he can fight out of it Taufik throws him overhead with a cobra clutch suplex. Taufik dives onto him for the pin but Ian gets his foot on the bottom rope before the three count. Taufik drags Ian back into the center of the ring before crashing down on top of him with a sitting senton splash. He hooks the leg but Ian gets his shoulder off the mat before the three count once again. Taufik then hooks him into an armbar.]

Thomas Simon: Taufik has taken full control of this one...

Bob Herman: Of course he did! He has a lot more to learn in this game...

[Ian manages to fight out of the armbar with a trio of stiff punches to the head. Taufik releases the hold and allows Ian back to his feet. He ducks under the clothesline attempt and Taufik throws him overhead, but Ian lands on his feet after the back suplex attempt. He tries to hit the Andrews Effect on Taufik but he manages to squirm out of his grasp and roll out of the ring. Taufik catches a breather, unaware of Ian ascending the turnbuckle. He turns around and Ian dives off with a crossbody attempt, but Taufik catches him in mid-air, sets him up and nails him with a capture suplex across the apron, creating a huge pop in the crowd.]

Thomas Simon: OH MY GOD! Did you see that!

Bob Herman: That was gruesome! Blondie could have been broken in half after that one! Might as well stick a fork in him Tommy, this one is done...

[Taufik rolls the lifeless Narcissist back into the ring and hooks the leg.]

1...2...

[Miraculously Ian manages to kick out literally milliseconds before the three count. Taufik can't believe it.]

Bob Herman: How the hell did he do that!?

Thomas Simon: It's that Road to Glory mentality Bobby! No one wants to lose on the biggest night of the year, and the Narcissist is finding the heart and determination to keep fighting!

[After rubbing his head in frustration Taufik stalks his opponent, waiting for him to get back to his feet. He attempts to lock in May Allah Be With You but Ian manages to grab his arm and throw him over with a hip toss. Taufik is on one knee. Ian jumps up looking for the leg drop bulldog but Taufik catches him in mid-move and plants him on the mat with a vicious standing powerbomb. Rather than a pin attempt however, Taufik follows up by locking in the sharpshooter.]

Bob Herman: Sharpshooter! There's the sharpshooter Tommy! This has gotta be it now!!

Thomas Simon: You can see the pain all in his face Bobby, does Andrews have what it takes to reach the ropes? He's only inches away!

[At last Ian manages to grab the bottom rope. Taufik is forced to release, but not without taking advantage of the ref's five count. Taufik tries to pull Ian back into the middle of the ring and lock in the hold again, but Ian rolls him over into a small package. Taufik kicks out just after two and gets back to his feet, and so does Ian. They charge at each other and nail each other with a clothesline at the same time. The crowd gives them a standing ovation as they both lay in the middle of the ring completely drained.]

Thomas Simon: These two guys are giving it their all here tonight, and Dallas is absolutely loving it!

Bob Herman: This is what Road to Glory is all about Tommy! Everyone is out to steal the spotlight and make history!

[They both manage to get back to their feet before the referee's count to ten. Taufik nails Ian with a strong right punch, but Ian replies with one of his own. They exchange a few more punches before Ian kicks Taufik in the gut. He tries to hit him with a suplex but Taufik puts on the brakes. Instead Taufik attempts a vertical suplex of his own, but Ian manages to drive his knee into the top of his head, falling back onto his feet. Ian swings a wild roundhouse kick but Taufik ducks under the boot and grabs him from behind. He successfully hits a German suplex, but he does not leave go. He pulls him back to his feet and hits a second German suplex. He pulls him back up and attempts a third but Ian hooks his leg and blocks it. Ian then swings around him and hits him with a dropkick to the back. Taufik bounces off the ropes and gets met with a powerslam. Ian hooks the leg but Taufik kicks out after two.]

Thomas Simon: A close pinfall for the Narcissist One! Can he follow up?

[Ian pulls Taufik up to his feet looking for the Andrews Effect but Taufik instead slides out of his grasp and hits him with a discus elbow across the side of the head. Ian looks out on his feet. Taufik bounces off the ropes but rebounds right into a standing boot to the face, followed by a successful leg drop bulldog. Instead of going for a pin however Ian begins climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He gets caught on top by Taufik he joins him on top of the turnbuckle, looking for a superplex. Ian manages to shove him off but he lands on his feet. In a sudden burst Taufik hops onto the middle ropes in the corner, grab Ian and throw him to the opposite corner of the ring with a huge super belly-to-belly suplex.]

Bob Herman: Did you see that!? He threw him all the way to the other side of the ring! What power from the Savior!

[Taufik slowly crawls towards his opponent and wraps his legs around him, locking in May Allah Be With You. However they are already too close to the ropes, and the ref sees Ian's feet under the ropes and calls for Taufik to release him. Taufik does not and the ref is forced to intervene. After being pulled out of the hold Taufik gets straight into the face of the referee with a furious look on his face. Taufik is about to hit the ref but suddenly out of nowhere Ian rolls him over with a schoolboy. Taufik manages to kick out literally milliseconds before the three count. Ian gets back to his feet and bounces off the ropes. He attempts a wheelbarrow bulldog, but in mid-move Taufik counters with a wheelbarrow suplex. He goes for the pin but Ian kicks out yet again after another close count. Taufik grabs his head in disbelief.]

Bob Herman: This Ian Andrews is really showing a lot of guts just sticking in this match with the likes of Taufik...

[Taufik tries to roll his opponent back into May Allah Be With You but Ian rolls out of his grasp and back onto his feet where he nails Taufik with a series of elbow drops across the chest. Ian goes for a pin but Taufik quickly kicks out. Ian tries to pull him back to his feet but Taufik shoves him back into the corner. Taufik charges but Ian drops down and hits him with a drop toe-hold, sending Taufik's face into the middle turnbuckle pad.]

Thomas Simon: Oh man! That one had to hurt! He could be concussed after that one...

Taufik stumbles back to his feet still in pain. Ian hooks him from behind once again calling for the Andrews Effect. Taufik tries to fight out of it but instead Ian pulls him towards the corner and plants him face-first across the bottom turnbuckle pad with the Andrews Effect.]

Bob Herman: My god! Andrews Effect in the turnbuckle!! That's it. That's gotta be it!!

Thomas Simon: Andrews pulls him away from the ropes...and here's the cover...

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

Thomas Simon: He did it!!

DING DING DING

Honey Winters: Here is your winner... IAN ANDREWS!!!!!

[The referee helps Ian Andrews back onto his feet as his music plays. As Jamal slides back into the ring to help Taufik out, Ian celebrates in the middle of the ring.]

Bob Herman: Well, even I have to admit it. That was one hell of a contest!

Thomas Simon: It sure was Bobby, but in the end it was the student who managed to overcome the master! And now finally both men can move on with their careers on move onto much greater things.

[Scene opens backstage as Laura Tavares is seen talking on her phone. The camera zooms in on her.]

Laura Tavares: I heard you are a man that can get things done..........uh huh.......WHAT?!?! you want twenty-five thousand?!?! Are you some crazy drunk redneck?

[Laura holds back the phone from the man yelling on the other line.]

Laura Tavares: My husbands suits are not cheap as you think! We should have that type of money just laying around please! Look you are getting ten thousand and that's it!!

Laura Tavares: Don't argue with me....do you realize who I am?

[Laura looks disgusted.]

Laura Tavares: No I was not in Roadhouse and I don't know Patrick Swayze! Look do we have a deal???

[Laura looks confused.]

Laura Tavares: Really that's what you want? OK then I'm sure I can get you that.....OK so it's ten thousand and a Patrick Swayze autograph picture.......Thank you Mr. Dogwin.....I look forward to working with you.....

[Laura hangs up her phone looking very pleased with herself.]

[Music for Freak Like Me blares across the speakers fans begin hearing loudly as the Chant "Beat-U" kicks in as the words appear on the Titantron. Gabe walks out onto the stage smiling and nodding to the crowd. Gabriel begins jogging to the ring high fiving fans. Gabriel slides into the ring through the bottom rope. Circling the ring he acknowledges the crowd. Ending in the center Gabriel Flexes into a pose as the ring corners launch blue pyrotechniques into the air with a pop.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is an X-core rules match for the X-Core Championship....and Introducing first....from Nashville Tennessee weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds .... Gabriel Griffin!!

["Sticks and Bricks" by A Day to Remember hits and TJ Pain walks out from behind the curtain. He walks to the end of the stage and raises the "Devil horns" up on his right hand. A blast of red pyro goes off behind him and he is headed down the ramp before the smoke settles.]

Honey Winters: "From Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, the Baltimore Badass...Tee...Jay..PAIN!"

[TJ walks down the ramp slowly while mouthing off to every fan he can. as he reaches ring side he jumps up onto the apron. He takes to the second turnbuckle and raises his right fist before mouthing off more at the fans and jumping down.]

[TJ immediately starts to get in Griffin's face. The two start exchanging insults back and forth]

Thomas Simon: Looks like they're starting this match early.

Bob Herman: There is loads of animosity between these two.

Thomas Simon: Griffin did make TJ tap and make him look weak when he had the advantage of a match that he's helped make famous

[Both men look away to the top of the ramp as "Strong Arm Broken" by Sevendust plays from the PA system in the arena. The crowd erupts with mixed reactions throughout the arena. There's a huge flash of red and blue strobe lights sweeping on the stage and in the arena. Brandon Nytrus, walks on to the stage. He puts his arms up in the air in a "V" and an array of fireworks explode from the stage.]

Honey Winters: Introducing...... From South Boston, Massachusetts... Weighing in at 272 pounds... He is the "King of Hardcore"... BRRANDON... NYTRUSS!!!!

[Brandon puts the title down and back on his shoulder and then walks down the ramp. Once to the end of the ramp, he stops. Brandon takes a look around the arena. The fans give him a mixed reaction. He walks to the steps. He walks to the turnbuckle and stands on the second rope, putting his championship in the air. The lights flash in many red and blue strobes as soon as he gets up on the buckle. TJ is the first to approach his as he hops down, becoming a little more violent with Brandon by pushing him. Griffin smirks and stands back to watch.]

Bob Herman: TJ is fired up tonight

Thomas Simon: He has a lot at stake....he's made everyone in that ring an enemy.

["Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad" By Blessthefall begins to play and the lights turn blood red. After the intro the lights begin to violently strobe to the beat. Kuk Killswitch comes out from the back in his usual entrance attire. He walks to the edge of the ramp and finishes his tape and then pounds his fist to make sure it's tight. Kuk begins to walk down the ramp, ignoring the fans and focusing on the match.]

Honey Winters: "Weighing in tonight at 200 pounds, hailing from Ozone park, New York, he is The Hardcore Reject, and your X-Core Champion..... KUKK KIIILLSSSSWWIIITCCCHHHH!!!!!"

[Kuk is now at the end of the ramp and he bounces back and forth between one leg and the other. He stops and slides into the ring. Kuk stands up and pounds his fists again before taking off his jacket and placing it ringside. Now Nytrus, Pain & Killswitch are all insulting each other. Griffin is still looking on rather amused.]

Bob Herman: Looks like Griffin is having a good time out there

Thomas Simon: If I were him I would use this as an opportunity to get started with something hard and damaging...look at that...it's like he can hear me

[Bob Herman can be heard laughing. Meanwhile, the bell rings as Griffin slides out of the ring and pulls up the curtain around the ring. The three other men have started to back away from each other, all looking like they're coming up with a way to start to battle off, none of them have even thought to look for Griffin. Griffin has now pulled out a few items. A chair...a garbage can and a kendo stick, which he holds up to the cheers of the crowd and starts to climb in the ring]

Bob Herman: Really? What is it with this guy and using that damn stick. Of all the things he could pick....

Thomas Simon: I see his logic. He's just looking for something he can easily bring into the ring and that will be the fastest to cause damage.

[TJ and Kuk have now locked up, and Brandon smiles as he slides out like Griffin had seconds earlier. Griffin starts to advance up behind TJ. Kuk smiles when he sees him raise the stick over his head and bring it down onto TJ's head, cracking it in half and making the large man stumble. Griffin looks at the broken kendo stick in amazement.]

Bob Herman: Oh my god...did you see that... I knew Pain had a thick skull but that's just proof right there...

Thomas Simon: Pain's starting to recover...didn't seem to hurt him all that bad.

Bob Herman: Here comes Nytrus with a steel chair...

[Nytrus comes up behind a still rather shocked Griffin and goes to hit him when Griffin turns and kicks out his knee. The chair clatters to the mat and Nytrus lets out a quick roar of pain. Griffin grabs Nytrus by the head and sets him up for a DDT. Kuk drags a slightly disoriented Pain toward the robes where he bounces him off the top rope at the neck.]

Bob Herman: Another shot to Pain. If this keeps up TJ isn't going to last much longer

[Griffin manages to barely get Nytrus into position and deliver a slightly sloppy DDT, mostly do to Nytrus struggling. Now Nytrus is prone on the mat, breathing heavily. Griffin raises his arms in victory and the crowd cheers. He goes in for a cover.]

Thomas Simon: What a move by Griffin. He’s off to a great start here tonight

Bob Herman: The rookie got lucky; he was seconds away from getting a head shot with a steel chair.

Thomas Simon: Regardless he executed a perfect float over DDT there

Bob Herman [huffing with amusement]: Hardly. He almost botched that up and gave him a new nickname...

[1....2....Kick out by Nytrus. Griffin moves back, running a hand through his hair, amazed that Nytrus still has enough strength to get himself up. Kuk on the other hand is on the floor, searching under the ring. He pulls out a Bat, tests it's weight before walking over to where Pain is still in the ring, trying to catch his breath]

Thomas Simon: Now we see the real Kuk Killswitch. There's a reason that this man is the x-core champ

Bob Herman: This is what I've been looking forward to ever since this match was announced.

[Kuk grabs the collar of Pain and drags him out of the ring so that he lands onto the ground in a heap.]

Thomas Simon: How can TJ still be out of it? That rope shot wasn't that bad and he wasn't hit with anything overly hard...

Bob Herman: I think this might be TJ playing coy...

Thomas Simon: What do you mean...

[Kuk raises the bat and suddenly TJ is on his feet, grabbing it mid swing and pulling it from Kuk's hand and pushing him back toward the barrier. Pain smiles as he looks at the bat now in his hand and then at Kuk. Kuk's eyes go wide at the rage burning in TJ. He rushes Kuk and drives the butt of the bat right into Kuk's midsection]

Bob Herman: YES!!!

Thomas Simon: That was a dirty move...

Bob Herman: A smart one. Look in the ring now. Griffin has finally gotten smart and picked up that chair...

[Griffin has the chair posed and ready as Nytrus pulls himself to his knees, Griffin goes to take a swing. Nytrus ducks. Griffin strikes air and the momentum causes him to stumble forward. Nytrus is on his feet, grabbing Griffin from behind, crashing him down into a brain buster. Nytrus gets up and is immediately yelling down into the face of Griffin who is holding his head. Pain has grabbed the garbage can previously discarded by Griffin. He picks it up and throws it at the crumbled body of Kuk. The sound of it hitting him brings a united "Ooohhh" from the crowd. Pain then picks up Kuk by the neck and throws him toward the steel steps. He lands on them and rolls off, holding himself in pain. Pain shakes his head with a sadistic smile]

Thomas Simon: As TJ told me in his interview earlier this week, there is a long sorted history between him and Kuk. I'm sure this had been a long time coming, couldn't have asked for a better event or venue for this to take place

Bob Herman: Right now it's anybody's match still.

[Griffin swerves and ducks several right and left punches by Nytrus, causing the larger man to growl in frustration. Griffin throws a punch of his own, hitting Nytrus in the chest, but it doesn't do much to him. Nytrus laughs while Griffin rubs his fist. Nytrus reaches forward, getting a hand around Griffin's throat and starts to lift him. Griffin starts clawing at the hand flexing around his throat, struggling to not only get a breath out but to free himself. Pain looks up from the floor and see's that Nytrus has an advantage. Looking back to the unmoving Kuk, he slides into the ring, bringing the lid to the garbage can with him. He moves in behind Nytrus and swings it, crashing the metal into the side of his head. He drops Griffin to his knees on the mat and pants while holding his injured neck. Nytrus turns slowly, looking at his attacker with anger. Pain starts to yell in his face and the two are arguing again. Griffin uses the ropes to get to his feet, still rubbing at his obvious reddened neck. He shakes it off and sees the chair. He moves quickly to pick it up]

Bob Herman: Bravo...looks like Griffin is finally starting to get the meaning of 'X-core'. Last thing we need is another champion that isn't even familiar with it.

Thomas Simon: Are you trying to say you think our world champ isn't hardcore enough? Please Bob, get your head out of your ass. There's a reason that Ash is world champ at the moment.

Bob Herman: We'll see for how long. We may just be seeing a new champ tonight Tommy boy.

Thomas Simon: Doubtful. Look at that, Griffin is getting ready to charge the unguarded back of Brandon Nytrus

[Griffin backs up to the turnbuckle where he takes a run. the end of the chair slams hard into Brandon's back, knocking him to TJ. The pair go flying to the mat. Griffin smirks, throws the chair and puts a foot on Brandon's back, pinning both opponents]

Thomas Simon: There's no way it's going to be that easy....

[The ref starts his count. 1...2... Suddenly Griffin is pulled by his other foot and it reveals that Kuk has gotten up and has pulled griffin to the mat. He climbs the apron and comes in, between the first and second. Griffin looks up at him, shaking himself a bit. Kuk shakes his head and wags his finger]

Thomas Simon: See I knew Kuk wasn't going to let a couple hard shots keep him down.

Bob Herman: These two have a rivalry starting outside the ring. The affections of a certain shiny bouncy twin...

Thomas Simon: is that all you can think about Bob?

Bob Herman: Of course not...but you have to admit...she is pretty super bouncy....

Thomas Simon: I'm face palming right now Bob...

[Kuk looks to the two fallen men still slightly on top of each other and then back to Griffin who has started to back toward the ropes to pull himself back to a standing position. He motions for Kuk to bring it. Kuk looks him up and down and laughs. He notices the chair, steps on it so it flips up where he grabs it and starts to hit it lightly against his leg as he advances on Griffin. Griffin suddenly pulls himself between the ropes and jumps down to the ground. Kuk starts shouting down at him.]

Bob Herman: Is it just me or does it seem like Griffin is afraid of the hardcore reject...

Thomas Simon: I don't see fear Bob-0 I see smarts. He's thinking of a plan...he knows that bone vs. steel is a bad combination. Like a certain goddess said this week...survival of the fittest right?

Bob Herman: She said that? I guess I missed that....

Thomas Simon: Pathetic. Look at that, there's life in the ring again. Nytrus is starting to get up.

[Brandon gets up; looks around for who it was that knocked him down with the chair and see's Kuk, holding it. His face distorts and he charges. He's almost right on Kuk before he turns and places the chair in front of him. Nytrus is unable to stop before he goes head first into. Another "Ooohhh" from the crowd and Brandon is down. Kuk looks over to see that TJ is also up on all fours. he looks back to the hardcore icon and then decides to go after Pain.]

Thomas Simon: What's he doing? He could easily pin Nytrus for a win right now...

Bob Herman: He doesn't want an easy win.

[First Kuk places the chair on the ground and moves stealth-fully toward TJ, his eyes now darting toward the other abandoned and bent chair in the ring. He moves in and pulls at the back of Pain's shirt, forcing him up as well as choking him. Pain's face starts to turn red as he struggles. Kuk drags him toward the chair he set up. Brandon starts to come too, sees the setup and immediately uses a rush of adrenaline to gore Kuk successfully this time. He lands on the chair that he'd setup for TJ, his head bouncing off the steel]

Thomas Simon: These men are certainly bringing it here tonight

Bob Herman: God.. Not this again. TJ is starting to mouth off to Nytrus. Come on boys lets stop chit chatting and get to fighting.

Thomas Simon: What's that?

[The momentum of the crowd starts to rise as Griffin appears, climbing the turnbuckle from the outside and there's something large and black in his hands]

Bob Herman: What's he got there?

Thomas Simon: Oh my god, it's the ring bell.

Bob Herman: He's going to bring it down right on the fallen champ while Nytrus and Pain scream at each other like teenage girls

[Griffin starts to dive with the ring bell. Kuk opens his eyes, sees what's happening and brings up his knees. Griffin lands and is launched back into the turnbuckle. The Bell in his hands hits first and then Griffin after. Kuk rolls out of the way as Griffin falls backwards onto the chair previously vacated by the hardcore reject. There's a loud sound of ringing. It's enough for the two arguing men to turn and look.]

Thomas Simon: Oh, that looks like it hurt. I think Griffin's out for the count.

[The men stare at each other for a few minutes before Kuk dives right into the action. He runs at the men. Pain grabs Nytrus and throws him in front of Kuk. He puts his hands out at the last minute and pushes him into the ropes. He stops himself and turns toward TJ. Nytrus looks to the still fallen Griffin and runs to the corner and lays across him for a count]

Thomas Simon: Nytrus just might be redeeming himself here with a win...

Bob Herman: Don't assume anything. Oh and Griffin brings up the ring bell.

[Nytrus isn't even able to get a 1 count before Griffin takes his last ounce of strength to swing the ring bell into the side of Nytrus's head. The ringing is louder than previously. The crowd is on it's feet.]

Thomas Simon: What a match!!
[Griffin drops the bell and collapses back to the mat, his last bit of momentum gone. Kuk bounces back against the ropes and goes in for a Irish whip towards TJ. TJ ducks and Kuk goes to the opposite side, Pain turns with him and manages to get a shoulder into the already injured mid section. Kuk stumbles back. He coughs and spits out blood]

Bob Herman: a hardcore match isn't complete without some kind of blood.

Thomas Simon: Seems it's down to these two fierce competitors.

Bob Herman: Fierce? TJ is just relying on his anger. Kuk's the one with the real advantage out there. Look at him; he's right back at it even if it looks like he might have some internal damage.

[Pain gets a sadistic look on his face as he picks up the bent chair but Kuk is already up and pushing himself off the ropes and hits TJ with a bulldog Lariat. Pain is down. Kuk looks down at his opponent while holding his lower stomach and heaving]

Thomas Simon: I think this is over right here

[Kuk goes toward where the chair is next to Griffin, he kicks Griffin off it and brings it over to the turnbuckle where he stands it up. He then drags a disoriented Pain toward it and sets his head against it]

Thomas Simon: Oh my god...what's Killswitch doing?

Bob Herman: Showing the world that he's the rightful x-core champ that's what...

[Kuk smirks, picks up the broken chair and starts running. He slams the chair into Pain, sandwiching him between the too. The bent piece of steel on the chair in Kuk's hands graze's TJ's forehead and the blood starts to fall down the side of his unconscious head. The bell rings.]

Honey Winters: And your winner, by way of total knockout....and still X-Core champion...KUK KILLSWITCH!!!

[The ref holds up Kuk's hand. there's a little bit of blood coming from Kuk's nostril and he coughs and spits red again. He takes rips the x-core belt from the ref's hands and walks over to Griffin. He shakes his head and then proceeds to project bloody spit into Griffin's motionless face.]

[Backstage Jay Wyatt is standing by next to a big red sheet covering a rectanglular object]

Jay Wyatt: Hey fans Jay here, what I have here is the unveiling of next Month's pay per view as well as a few more surprises. Here we go!

[He pulls down the sheet and a tournament bracket is shown. It has some names written in with Ruthless Assault above it. The fans cheer]

Jay Wyatt: Fans we have for you an X-Core tournament leading up to our X-Core pay per view "Ruthless Assault." And the week of April 25th, we have what we call "X-Core Week!" More details will be reveiled in the coming weeks. Back to the show boys!

Holly Winters: This Next match...is a STREET FIGHT, FOR THE SIN CITY CHAMPIONSHIP!

["Save Me" plays over the PA system. Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a bouncy walk/skip towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience. ]

Thomas Simon: And there is Roxi Johnson, And this, is by far, the biggest match of her career.

Bob Herman: She said she wants the beast...we'll see how much Bliss brings to this party.

Thomas Simon: I don't know about you, but...I'm a little scared for both women.

[The crowd hears intro of "Careless Whisper" Start up. purple-pink strobe lights & fog go off at the top of the ramp. A figure appears in the smoke. The fog clears to show Bliss. She winks at the crowd and flashes a smile Bliss flips her hair and starts down the ramp in a slow strut then Roxi meets Bliss in the aisle and the two begin exchanging punches!]

Thomas Simon: Here we go!

Bob Herman: This is great!

[ Roxi beats Bliss to the punch and begins to stumble backwards, then stop Roxi with a knee that doubles her over. Bliss begins throwing punches and knocks Roxi back up the entrance way. Grabbing Roxi by the hair, she begins to throw her into the barricade, the impact causing the fans to "ooh". Roxi scrambles away to crate distance and regain her feet. She does so, and stops Bliss from coming further with a kick to the gut. Forearms follow, then Roxi puts Bliss's head between her legs and tries to lift her, but Bliss instead backdrops Roxi back first on the steel entrance.]

Thomas Simon: Ow! This match is about 90 seconds old, and these two are trying to kill each other!

[ Roxi clutchs her back in pain and Bliss begins to stomp her like she's something that needs to be stomped. Bliss goes to pick Roxi up again, but she fires a few right hands that drive Bliss backwards. Roxi gets back up and nails Bliss and that drives her back through the curtain. Roxi follows.]

Thomas Simon: And now this match is headed backstage!

Bob Herman: But...this isn't a falls count anywhere match!

Thomas Simon: I don't think they care!

[ Roxi and Bliss have once again hooked it up backstage with Roxi on top of Bliss punching her as the referee tries to get them to head back to the ring. Roxi gets off of Bliss and goes in search of something. Bliss however, actually listens to the referee and goes to head back to the ring. Bliss once again parts the curtain, stumbling around, then lying in wait for Roxi to follow her. Bliss soon tires of waiting, and as soon as she steps into the curtain, she's nailed with a garbage can! ]

Thomas Simon: What a shot that was!

Bob Herman: I may be heaven right now.

[ Roxi then reaches back behind her and begins carrying a second garbage can full of weapons towards the ring. Bliss meets her halfway, but Roxi stops her and kicks her in the gut. With Bliss doubled over, Roxi reaches in the trash can and pulls out a Kendo stick and whacks Bliss across the back with it! The audible "thwack" is heart and again causes the fans to moan with Bliss. Finally at the edge of the ring, Roxi throws the trashcan inside the ring, and goes back over to Bliss who is leaning up against the steel post. Bliss strikes when Roxi close enough with a boot, which forces Roxi back. Bliss stands, grabs Roxi and chucks her as hard she can into the steel ring steps, which dislodge upon Roxi's back and shoulder striking them!]

Thomas Simon: Did you hear that?

Bob Herman: I felt it!

[ Bliss begins searching under the ring for something, finally she pulls out a table from under the ring and proceeds to set it up as the crowd is going wild. After the table is secure, Bliss walks over to Roxi and gives her a few more stomps for good measure before bringing her back to her feet. Roxi creatively uses the steps and instantly drop toe hold's her face-first into the bottom set of stairs! Roxi then eyes the table and pulls Bliss in position and looks behind her to ensure the table is there as she hopes to drive Bliss through the table but as she goes to lift her, Bliss escapes from Roxi's clutches and then takes her off her feet with a short armed clothesline! Bliss stumbles to the apron as she tries to shake off the effects of Roxi's early on assault.}

Bob Herman: Roxi almost put Bliss through the table. Roxi is almost primal in there. I don't think she cares about the limitations of her body body right now.

Thomas Simon: With the anger she's feeling right now, she probably would've had the strength of ten men and put Bliss through that table if she hadn't escaped.

Bob Herman: Yeah but Bliss did escape and now Roxi is in for a world of hurt.

{Bliss looks furious as he viciously stomps out Roxi. Roxi keeps on taking a boot to the chest until Bliss finally stops, leaving Roxi to cough up a lung. Bliss then reaches down, and viciously brings her back to her feet and in one fluid and very angry motion hoists her unto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position before driving Roxi through the table with the Death Valley Driver! Both women lie in ruins as the crowd goes wild.}

Thomas Simon: Just the beginning of a very serious match.

Bob Herman: What you talking about? The match hasn't officially started yet.

{Both women slowly begin crawling away from the rubble but it's Bliss that is able to use the apron to get to her feet first. Roxi is finding it difficult to even move right now. Bliss shouts at Roxi to stay down but Roxi, stubborn as she is, uses the guardrail to pull herself to a standing position. Shes leans against the rail, trying to recover as an angered Bliss goes for a kick but Roxi ducks out of the way and Bliss is left hung up on guardrail with one leg over it! Roxi then takes a piece of broken table lying beside her and rises to her feet, lunges at Bliss and smashes the broken table into pieces over Bliss's head! Bliss looks like she wants to drop but one leg is still over the guardrail so Roxi takes advantage by taking Bliss by the head from behind and driving it to the floor with a Reverse DDT! Roxi rolls to his feet as Bliss writhes around with a hand over her head.}

Bob Herman: Holy crap! Roxi's not out of this yet.

Thomas Simon: Neither woman is. It's going to take considerable amount of damage before any one of these two women stays down.

{Bliss rolls to his knee and Roxi looks to keep her down with a shining wizard but Bliss gets the arms up and catches Roxi in mid air! Bliss then gets to her feet, keeping her head in between Roxi's legs so that when she stands, she simultaneously raises Roxi into the air in a Powerbomb position. Bliss then runs with Roxi on his shoulders and hits a Running Powerbomb on the floor!}

Bob Herman: That's how you get things done!

Thomas Simon: That's one way to slow down your enemy.

{Roxi immediately tries crawling out of instinct, trying to get away from the pain. Bliss stumbles around before looking up and realizing thats she's just getting warmed up so she takes Roxi by the back of the head and brings her to her feet, and throws her back into the ring. Bliss then pulls herself up to the apron when Roxi kips up and then springboards off the ropes with an enziguri to the back of Bliss's head! Bliss falls forward into the ring as Roxi is laid out next to her when the bell finally rings!]

Thomas Simon: And finally this match can begin. It only took a broken table and a Powerbomb get it started.There's a lot riding in this match and Roxi is holding his own. I have to say, I expected Bliss to come in here and dominate but it looks like he's going to have to work hard if he wants this one.

Bob Herman: Gotta love these big time matches.

{The match is officially underway now and Roxi and Bliss have not moved for a few seconds when suddenly, Bliss shoots up. She looks around and sees a kendo stick nearby. Bliss slowly crawls over to it, and picks it up. Roxi also starts to move towards a weapon. Bliss stands turns around to clock Roxi, unaware that the sneaky Roxi has also picked up a weapon of her own as she smashes a light tube across Bliss's face! Bliss drops the kendo stick as blood starts pouring from her cheek. Roxi then picks up the kendo stick and cracks it across Bliss's ribs before cracking it across the side of her head! Bliss is in trouble as she backpedals against the corner. Roxi continues the assault though as she cracks the kendo stick over the head of Bliss over and over again until Bliss is pushed down into a sit down! Roxi then raises the kendo to get a few cheers from fans before tossing it aside as she makes his way to the other side of the ring and air shotgun taunts Bliss before charging into her with a sliding dropkick to the chest ! ]

Thomas Simon: Roxi is looking good out there right now. He's keeping Bliss on the ropes.

{Roxi then sees his moment as Bliss is pulling herself back to his feet. The blood is pouring from his cheek as Roxi goes to lock in The "Justice Lock" Triangle Choke) but Lex is wise as he immediately rolls out of the ring. Roxi looks upset but she gathers herself as he flips over the ropes with a tope con giro! Roxi crashes on top of Bliss and she is sent stumbling backwards, crashing into the barricade! Roxi rushes in in hopes of kicking Bliss into the barricade again but Bliss catches the foot as the back of Roxi's head crashes at ringside. Bliss then takes Roxi by her caught legs and proceeds to viciously Big Swing Roxi right into the side of the barricade! The crowd is going nuts as Roxi slides down the and looks out of it. ]

Bob Herman: There's so much blood. I don't even know how they could remain standing.

Thomas Simon: Years of practice? It takes a certain kind of man to even be willing to participate in these types of matches.

Bob Herman: And in even better man to come out the winner.

{Bliss smiles at her work before taking Roxi by the legs and Big Swinging her into the barricade again, this time stronger than before! Roxi is in anguish as the wounds on her body are even more visible now. Bliss then is distracted by a fan waving a cloth "Roxi" sign in the crowd. She snatches it away from him, smirks, and winds it up before using it to choke Roxi with it! Roxi is reaching for something, anything as Bliss is choking the life out of her.]

Thomas Simon: I don't think Bliss plans to let go. We may be witness to a murder.

Bob Herman: Hey it's pay per view time. The most magical time in all the world where anything could happen. Including murder.

[Bliss tightens the thread around Roxi's neck and brings her up to her feet. Roxi does the only thing she could think off and does a reverse headbutt, Butting Bliss in the nose! It works as Bliss lets go and Roxi falls in a heap, coughing up blood. Roxi begins crawling away as fast as she can in hopes of reaching her destination before Bliss could recover. Bliss holds her face, but comes to as she makes his way towards Roxi who has managed to crawl around the corner. Bliss turns and reaches down, grabbing Roxi by the legs but as she goes to pull her, Roxi reaches into a bag under the ring full of thumbtacks and grabs a handful so that she could throw them in Bliss's eyes! One pierces Bliss's eye lid so she lets go of the legs and checks her eye to make sure its okay. Once satisfied, Bliss goes on the attack but Roxi gets to her feet in time to Back body Drop a charging Bliss into the freshly dumped out bag of Thumbtacks!}

Thomas Simon: God they're killing each other.
[Bliss can be seen trying to crawl out of the pit but having a bit pf a problem as she keeps slipping. Roxi takes this moment to reach under the ring and grab a steel chair! Bliss finally pulls herself out but as she looks up, Roxi baseball swings the chair into the face sending Bliss back in for a second round of tack swimming! Bliss is seen struggling as tacks are sticking to every part of her body but she eventually crawls out a second time. Unfortunately, she crawls out right into Roxi as she locks in a rear naked choke! Bliss begins slapping the chest of Roxi but no matter how hard she hits her, Roxi doesn't let go. In fact it seems to drive her to tighten the hold more. Bliss is desperately trying to find a way out but the move is locked in tight as Roxi squeezes for dear life. Both women's blood merges and creates a blood puddle beneath them as Roxi wrenches the hold as tight as she can.}

Bob Herman: Bliss might want to escape this one.

Thomas Simon: It's not that easy. Roxi has it locked on tight and Kane doesn't look like she's letting go anytime soon.

{Bliss bucks wildly trying to find a way out, but does little. Bliss struggles in the hold and finally gets an arm free but Roxi is far from letting go. Bliss is reaching with her hand until she notices that the chair is laying beside her. Bliss reaches with his free arm and takes the steel chair and awkwardly swings it up, catching Roxi in the face with it! Roxi lets go of the move as Bliss crawls away and sits against the ring, shaking the cobwebs off. Bliss then takes the steel chair as she pushes past the pain and gets to his feet and swings it wildly at Roxi, who is on one knee holding his bleeding eye, but Roxi rolls out of the way and the steel chair hits the floor and painfully reverberates in Bliss's hands so she lets go of it. Roxi then kicks the back of Bliss's knee to drop her on it before hitting an enziguri to the back of the head! Roxi picks up the steel chair but before she can do anything with it, Bliss lunges at her with a mafia kick that kicks the chair right back in Roxi's face! The crowd is as loud as it's going to get, cheering for the blood and pain these women are spilling and enduring respectively.}

Thomas Simon: That's what happens when two men give it their all in a match.

Bob Herman: Ain't that the truth.

{Roxi is down and now bleeding from the forehead but Bliss is not doing so good either. Both women bleed as the match continues on. Bliss stands there with a look of what do I have to do to finish this. She walks over and rips Roxi off the mat and sends her rolling back into the ring. Bliss slides in and immediately hits the ropes as she notices Roxi is rolling to her feet. Bliss runs past her and then rebounds, taking to the sky with an flying clothesline that devastates Roxi! Roxi is looking like she might be on her last legs but both women have seen better days. Bliss drills a mighty elbow drop into the chest of Roxi before hooking a leg and 1... Roxi GETS THE SHOULDER UP!}

Bob Herman: Gotta give much love to Roxi. I don't think I've seen her this hungry in quite some time.

Thomas Simon: Agreed. No denying her fighting spirit.

Bob Herman: Or her stubborn spirit. She may want to sit this one out before Bliss takes it too far.

Thomas Simon: Both women look to be running on fumes here. It's still anybodies ball game.

{Bliss gets to her feet and brings Roxi with her. She whips Roxi into the ropes and goes for clothesline on the rebound but as she spins Roxi counters it into a Single Arm DDT! Both women are down and out as the lay on the mat next to each other. Both look to need medical help but the match has to end for that to happen. Bliss rolls out of the ring, and looks under it, pulling out a huge pane of glass! Putting it into the ring, Bliss pulls herself up using the turnbuckles and leans it against the corner. Her frame kind of covering the glass. With blood in the eyes, Roxi can barely see to begin with as she stands. She foolishly charges into Bliss, going for some type of spear and Bliss steps out of the way and throws Roxi right into the pane of glass! Roxi's head is cut even more than it already was as she just lays there, bleeding profusely.}

Bob Herman Bliss should just pin her. Roxi's lost a lot of blood. She's probably out.

Thomas Simon: I agree with you, Bob but Bliss has also lost a lot of blood so she might not be thinking straight.

Bob Herman: The woman knows what she's doing.

{Bliss stands there, barely. She smiles as a plethora of boos are thrown his way. The crowd knows it's over as Bliss drops to a knee, pulls Roxi out of the corner and hooks the leg and 1... 2... KICKOUT! Bliss can't believe it. She's furious as she stands up and yells at the referee about the speed of the count. Roxi, however, is hardly moving, probably kicking out of pure instinct. Bliss put her hands on her hips and scowls. She rips Roxi off the floor and screams into her face.}

Bliss: JUST STAY DOWN!

{That's when Roxi slaps the arms away and strikes with a desperation Spinning Backfist! It connects and Bliss drops to a knee as Roxi tries to lock in "The Justice lock" again but she's moving slower than before and that backfist wasn't as strong as it normally is so when Roxi gets close, Bliss kicks her and delivers and X-Factor Roxi is not moving as Bliss wipes the air clean and hooks the leg and 1... 2... 2.9KICKOUT! Bliss is furious as she slaps the mat.}

Bob Herman: Dude, Roxi needs to just let this one go.

Thomas Simons: The woman is running on fumes now and she refuses to do just that. It's inspiring.

Bob Herman: And unnecessary. There's too much blood spilled and too much carnage to continue on. She needs to think about her career at this point.

{Bliss gathers her bearings and goes to the corner, and reaches in her outfit and pulls out some handcuffs. She mouths "Don't make me do this." to Roxi, but Roxi however begins pushing herself to his feet. Bliss frowns as she kicks Roxi against the corner into a sitting position. Bliss grabs Roxi's arm and handcuffs it to the ropes, then produces a second set, and repeats this with her other arm.]

Thomas Simon: Roxi is now handcuffed to either side of the corner. She's defenseless!

Bob Herman: You think Bliss uses those -

Thomas Simon: Shut up Bob!

[ Bliss pulls a semi-conscious Roxi to her feet and rolls outside, asking for the microphone. She rolls back into the ring and stares at Roxi. ]

Bliss: I warned you...*huff* I told you this would happen. *huff* You are not in my league little girl. Now, *huff* just give up, before this gets any worse for you.

[Bliss holds the mic to Roxi's face...]

Roxi: Is...*Huff* is...*huff* that all you got?

Thomas Simon: Oh no.

[ Enraged, Bliss begins beating Roxi in the head and face with the microphone. Blood pours out of her head as Bliss repeatedly hits her. Bliss then yells into the microphone. ]

Bliss: QUIT!

Roxi: ...No..

[ Bliss drops the mic, and rubs her chin in frustration. She rolls outside the ring and grabs a brand new steel chair from under it. Rolling back into the ring. She aims with it overhead, before bringing it DOWN onto Roxi's head!]

Thomas Simon: Sweet Lord! Did you hear that shot?!

Bob Herman: I think Roxi is dead.

[ Roxi slumps down, her feet no longer support her. Her head drops and she looks to be out of it. Bliss drops the chair, and tells the referee to check Roxi. He kneels down and looks at Roxi, who is somehow still conscious. He asks her if she's had enough, but she shakes her head in a definitive "No." The crowd cheers, but some look worried. Bliss again picks up the chair and raises it overhead. She comes in again, and SMASHES Roxi harder than ever. ]

Thomas Simon: This is sick.

Bob Herman: Someone needs to stop this!

[ Bliss again requests the referee ask, he does, and AGAIN Roxi shakes her head "No". Now the fans are really concerned. Bliss begins using the chair like a baseball bat, preparing to swing. She comes in again, but Roxi miraculously brings her feet up and kicks the chair back into Bliss's face!]

Thomas Simon: I...I don't believe it.

[ Roxi weakly asks the referee to uncuff her, so the ref finds the keys laced in Bliss's boot. He finally uncuffs Roxi, who simply collapses in the corner. Bliss struggles to get back up but finally does, looking more and more angry. She walks to the corner and drags Roxi's limp form away from it. Picking Roxi up, she slumps her across the middle rope. ]

Thomas Simon: I don't think I can watch much more of this.

[ Bliss backs away and prepares for her finish. She runs in, but Roxi falls out of the way. Bliss catches herself on the apron, Roxi with a rush of adrenaline reaches up and snaps Bliss off the apron, clotheslining her on the top rope. ]

Thomas Simon: And this match...may not be over yet.

[ The crowd roars in approval as Roxi finally gets up using the ropes. She goes to the outside of the ring and picks up Bliss, and throws her back into the ring. Sliding in, Roxi sees the microphone and picks it up. ]

Roxi: ....*huff* LET'S FIGHT!

[ The crowd cheers as Roxi begins stomping away as Bliss scurries into a corner. Kick after kick, until Bliss is down slumped against the corner. Roxi then eyes a shard of glass and picks it up. She steps outside the ring behind Bliss and climbs the ropes. Bliss makes it up, but Roxi pulls her by the hair and pulls her back into the corner. Bliss screams as Roxi begins DIGGING THE GLASS INTO HER FOREHEAD! ]

Bob Herman: I think I may be sick!

Thomas Simon: Oh sweet Jesus!

[ Bliss's screams can be head as Roxi finally removes the glass and the blood pours live a siv out of Bliss's head. Bliss collapses after a few steps as Roxi climbs down. Roxi slowly makes her way over to Bliss who still has blood running down her face. Reaching down, Bliss fires off a kick that drives Roxi back into the same corner. Bliss gets up, and puts Roxi on the top rope and begins climbing with her. She hooks Roxi and with every ounce of strength, takes her over with a top rope superplex!]

Thomas Simon: If this isn't it, I don't know anymore.

Bob Herman: It has to be over...

[ Both girls are down for seemingly forever. Bliss finally begins to stir, and crawls over to Roxi, and THAT is when Roxi instantly locks in the Justice Lock (Triangle choke)!]

Thomas Simon: WHAT IN THE WORLD! JUSTICE LOCK OUT OF NOWHERE!

[ Squeezing with everything she has left, Roxi tightens the grip as much as she can. Bliss fights on and one, refusing to tap out. ]

Thomas Simon: She's got it locked in!

Bob Herman: But Bliss won't surrender!

[Indeed, Bliss fights, with everything she has, but she in the middle of the ring and going nowhere. Bliss continues not to tap out, but to fight. She begins to get to her knees, then her feet.]

Thomas Simon: This is incredible!

[Bliss begins to slide closer in an effort to lift Roxi off the canvas, she readies herself, and then tries, but then quickly slumps over to the side. The referee quickly checks her, then checks her arm, its drops. Again, and it drops. And a third time, it drops! ]

Thomas Simon: We've got a new champion!

[ The bell rings as Roxi releases the hold, and both woman appear to pass out. The ref drops the Sin City title on Roxi's chest, but then medical staff pour out of the back as "Save Me" plays over the PA.]

Thomas Simon: What...what have we all just witnessed?

Bob Herman: How much these two women, were willing to sacrifice in order to win or retain that Sin City title.

Honey Winters: Here is your winner!!! ROOOXXII JOHNNSSOONNN!!!!!!!

Thomas Simon: Roxi did it!! Roxi has won the Sin City title!!

[Roxi is celebrating in the ring as Bliss is slowly coming to. She sits in the ring in disbelief.]

Thomas Simon: Hang on a second!!! Wait a sec. This can't be good. Drake Hunter's coming to the ring, clapping his hands together with his usual arrogant self. Why the hell is he out here?

Bob Herman: Maybe he just wants to congratulate her...

Thomas Simon: Somehow i doubt that Bobby.

[Drake steps up onto the apron and grins arrogantly at Bliss, who looks at Drake with a cold, hard stare. However, suddenly...]

Thomas Simon: WAIT!! WHOA!!! BLISS JUST SUPERKICKED ROXI!! What the hell is going on!!!

Bob Herman: I'm as clueless as you are Bobby.

Thomas Simon: Come on!! The match is over, there's no need to do this!!! What's gotten into her!! Bliss is hammering down on the defenceless Roxi for no reason!! Now she's pulling her up....wait a second. That's the three-quarter facelock!!!

Bob Herman: Don't tell me!! Oh this is gonna be good!!!!

Thomas Simon: NO NO NO!!! DEATH IN ADVANCE!!! YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!

[Drake simply stands on the apron clapping his hands, but as he steps into the ring he's interrupted by the arrival of Lucy, Bliss's sponsor. She starts arguing with Drake, pushing her finger into his chest and blaming him for Bliss's actions. Her starts to get a look of anger beginning to spread across his face, but before she can do anything...]

Thomas Simon: WAIT!!! WHAT!!!

Bob Herman: I knew it!!!

Thomas Simon: BLISS JUST HIT LUCY WITH THE DEVIL'S RECKONING!!! THAT'S...WAIT...WHAT!!!!!

Bob Herman: This can only mean one thing!!

Thomas Simon: God no...come on!!!

[Bliss stands in the centre of the ring and rolls up her sleeve on her ring attire, pulling it up to her shoulder as the crowd is stunned when the camera zooms up on a tattoo with three letters on it...]

Thomas Simon: Oh no.....

Bob Herman: Oh yes!!!

Thomas Simon: BLISS IS A PART OF THE AGE OF ARROGANCE!!!! THIS CAN'T BE!!!

Bob Herman: It is!!! Believe in the AoA Tommy!!!

[Drake raises the hand of Bliss to a massive chorus of boos as the camera focuses on the newest member of the Age of Arrogance...]

Thomas Simon: Wow I did not expect that! Bliss just turned her back on the MPW!

Bob Herman: Don't tell me you didnt see this coming Tommy. Come on now.

Thomas Simon: Alright well...

Thomas Simon: I wish that guy would stop interrupting me!

Bob Herman: ha ha! I like him already

Freddy Class: The following contest is set for one fall and will be contested inside... HELL IN THE CELL!!!

[The crowd pops.]

[“Walk Away” by Five finger death punch hits as the fans boo knowing that the one and only Johnny Clash is about to make his entrance. Johnny slowly walks to the stage and loosens up his shoulders. He cracks his neck and smiles at the fans. He begins walking and spins around facing backwards as a pyro explodes and gold sparks rain down.]

Freddy Class: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at 235 lbs... JOHNNY... CLASH!!!!!!!!!

[Johnny walks through the sparks and stops at the end of the ramp. He looks up at the Cell, and smiles. Then, he hops up on to the Apron. He leaps over the top and heads to the top rope. He looks out to the fans and smirks at them. He jumps down and awaits his opponent while laying down on the top rope.]

Thomas Simon: Look at Clash... Oozing out confidence.

Bob Herman: He's ready for this one.

[The cell begins to lower slowly over the ring. The crowd begins to chant "Rage, Rage, Rage".]

Thomas Simon: Listen to MPW Nation!!!

[Cryin' Like A Bitch" by Godsmack 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. The fans are on their feet as Rage looks out to the crowd nodding in appreciation.

Freddy Class: And his opponent... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Weighing in at 275 lbs... RRRAGE!!!!!!!!

[Rage stops at the edge of the cell and looks at his opponent. He smirks at his opponent then walks through the open Cell door, 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 his arms high in the air as the fans pop back in response.]

Thomas Simon: Well, here we go... This will only be the second Hell In A Cell match in MPW's short history. Remember the first one being back at Uncivil War.

Bob Herman: These two guys are gonna rip each other's heads off!!

Thomas Simon: You're right. These guys have no disqualifications, no count out, no rope break and falls count anywhere.

Bob Herman: Don't forget about the massive cell surrounding them!!!

DING DING DING

[Rage and Clash stand in opposite corners and don't even budge when the bell rings. Neither man has taken an eye off of each other. Slowly, Clash and Rage step slowly toward each other. The crowd is stomping their feet as the vibration is thundering throughout the arena. Rage and Clash come face to face finally and begin to exchange words. Johnny steps back then suddenly charges and tries to clobber Rage, but is stopped by Rage, who lowers his head and utilizes the double-legged takedown. He immediately begins to reign down punches once Clash is on his back.]

Bob Herman: Rage strikes first!!! What action!!!

[Rage rolls off and stands immediately. He moves towards the ropes and waits for Johnny to stand. Once he does, Rage charges and clotheslines him out of the ring. Clash hits the floor and lands right next to the cell wall. Rage rolls out of the ring and picks Clash up by his hair. He takes his head and slams it into the cell wall. He holds it there and starts to grate it back and forth, cutting the forehead. Blood begins to trickle then pour down the face of Johnny, whose gash has already been opened up pretty big.]

Thomas Simon: We already have blood!!! Rage has completely taken it to his former partner already!!

Bob Herman: We need a medic!!!

[Rage smiles and drops Johnny. He moves over to the apron and lifts it up, looking for something to strike his opponent with. He finds a steel chair. He throws it in the air. The crowd pops as Rage smiles. He slides that back under the ring, saving it for later. He takes Johnny and picks him up and throws him into the ring. He mounts on top of Johnny and begins to reign down fists to his face. The blood continues to flow down the face. He gets off and walks to the ropes. He looks out to the arena. He smiles and picks Johnny up. He looks to hit the One Last Run. But Johnny manoeuvres out of it.]

Thomas Simon: Uh oh, Rage is in trouble here!!

[Johnny rolls over and sits up on his knees and low blows Rage. Rage screams out and holds his crotch as he falls over. Johnny, his face a crimson mask, falls to the mat as well, but tries to get up immediately. He crawls to the ropes. He uses them to stand up. There's a moment of Johnny contemplating his next move, but once he has an idea, he executes it. He climbs to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. At this point, he is at the top rope, staring down at Rage. He leaps and connects with a huge elbow drop onto the chest of the big man.]

Bob Herman: What a move!! Wow!!!

Thomas Simon: Johnny must have knocked the wind out of Rage there!!! Where’s Clash going?!?!?!

[Clash rolls out of the ring and lifts the apron. He has an evil grin as he pulls out a sledgehammer holding it high.]

Bob Herman: Oh no….

[Clash slides back into the ring and sets up across from Rage. He yells for Rage to get to his feet. Just as Rage stands up Clash charges and swings the sledge wildly but Rage ducks and as Clash spins around Rage grabs the sledge pushing Clash down. The crowd roars as Rage points the hammer right at Clash who has slide back to the corner and is pleading with Rage not to hit him with it. Rage smirks then charges but it gives Johnny enough time to roll out of the ring to the outside. He grabs on to the cage and uses it to quickly move to the door. He begs and pleads for the ref to let him out. The ref argues back saying that he can't. Rage Johnny continues to argue, but this time he gets aggressive, shaking the cage door. Rage gets out the ring with the hammer in hand. He walks around to Johnny and swings, but Clash ducks. Rage swings again but Johnny runs away. The two chase each other around the ring. Johnny slides into the ring. As does Rage but as soon as Clash sees him, he leaves the ring.]

Thomas Simon: This is turning into a game of cat and mouse now!! Clash is doing everything possible to avoid a sledgehammer shot!

Bob Herman: Wouldn’t you?!?!

[Johnny crawls under the ring as Rage catches up to him. Rage becomes confused and looks all around for Johnny. When Rage turns his back, Johnny climbs out from under the ring and throws Rage into the cell which cause him to toss the sledge to the side. He slams his head into the cell multiple times. He stops, but throws Rage's head into the padding on the outside. Johnny keeps wiping the blood away from his eyes as he continues on. He puts his arms out to the side and starts mouthing off to the fans. There is a pop of boos. He turns back to Rage and drills him in the back with a jumping knee. He doesn't hesitate afterwards and slams Rage's face into the padding once more.]

Thomas Simon: I wouldn't be surprised if Rage has a concussion after this one!!!

Bob Herman: Are you kidding?! Of course he will!!! Johnny is stronger than he looks, Tommy!!!

[Johnny picks Rage up and throws him into the cell once more. Then, he throws Rage head first into the ring post, opening Rage up.]

Bob Herman: Rage is bleeding now!!!

[Johnny smiles at the sight of blood. He picks Rage up on his knees by his hair. He looks him right in the eyes and mouths off to him. He then connects with a huge punch to the face. Rage falls to the mat. Clash stands over Rage and mocks him by stealing Rage’s pose by holding his arms high above and screaming in the air. The crowd boos as a bloodied Clash stumbles backwards and lines Rage up before running forward and dropping a nasty knee right into Rage’s sternum. Clash pops back up extending his arms out to the crowds displeasure.]

Thomas Simon: He’s wasting all this time mocking him when he should focus on finishing him.

Bob Herman: That’s what Clash does best. Play up the crowd he knows what he is doing…

[Clash turns and helps Rage to his feet. The blood from Rage’s head has stained his hair already. Clash slides his hand across Rage’s forehead and then slaps it across his chest.]

Johnny Clash: Is this what you were looking for old man?!?!

[Clash irish whips Rage against the ropes but the on the rebound a dropkick attempt is ducked as Clash gets back to his feet and spears Clash right out of his boots. Rage hits the mat and flops over in exhaustion as Clash grabs his mid section and rolls around in obvious agony.]

Thomas Simon: That spear came out of nowhere!

[Rage reaches out and clutches the bottom rope as he slowly starts to pull himself up on his feet. He gets to his feet and leans forward on the ropes breathing heavily. He turns around to be met by a clothesline from Clash sending Rage up and over to the outside landing on his feet and smacking his back against the cage. Clash acts fast and runs against the ropes then on the rebound he jumps and nails a sickening suicide dive that sends both men right through the cell wall. Clash rolls on his back as Rage rests on the chain link near the entry ramp.]

Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD?!!? DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!

Bob Herman: See it? I am still having a hard time believing it!!

[Clash is the first one that gets to his feet. He looks at the wall then at Rage and is shocked. He wipes the blood from his eyes plotting his next move. To Clash’s right a fan is waving a Rage banner at Clash. Clash snaps and rips it out of the fans hand and then proceeds to mount a crawling Only One. Clash yells then wraps the banner around Rage’s neck pulling back as the crowd boos.]

Johnny Clash: Fans act fast quantities like Rage’s life span are……

[Clash let’s go and then stomps Rage in the back.]

Johnny Clash: LIMITED!

[Clash holds the banner up and wipes the blood from his face clean with it. He stares at Rage crawling towards him. Clash boots him in the chest causing Rage to flop on his back. Clash mounts him quickly and punches him a few times before shoving the banner in Rage’s mouth. Clash stands up holding his arms wide to a chorus of boos as Rage is coughing the banner out of his mouth. Clash sees the cameraman right next to him then grabs the camera pushing the cameraman away. He brings the camera close to Rage.]

Johnny Clash: How’d the clearance section taste?

Rage: *heavy breathing mumble*

Johnny Clash: What? What was that Lassie? Rage is in trouble? Show me girl…come on….

Rage: You son of a bit….

[Clash smashes the camera on Rage’s back causing him to let out a bone chilling scream.]

Bob Herman: We just lost camera two it looks like.

Thomas Simon: Really? That’s what you have to say? Rage could be permanently injured tonight.

Bob Herman: Man you’re right….and he was so close to retirement.

Thomas Simon: You’re an ass….

Bob Herman: Only when I’m paid to be.

[Back to the action where Clash has a huge handful of Rage’s hair and charges at the ring barrier. Clash goes to slam Rage’s face into the barrier but Rage holds his arms out and elbows Clash in the jaw driving him back. Rage holds the barrier as Clash then spins around and charges Rage who greets Clash with an alley oop that sends Clash driving down on the top of the barrier and onto the floor. Rage collapses against the barrier as he looks at Clash rolling on the outside floor.]

Thomas Simon: Does Rage start his come back now?

[Rage very slowly gets to his feet and sees Clash doing the same. Clash still the more energetic of the two charges Rage who quickly grabs him and spins him down nailing a nasty spinebuster on the ring steps behind him. Clash arches his back higher then ever before and screams. The crowd is taken aback by the sickening impact just witnessed. Clash rolls on to the floor clutching his lower back. Rage rises to his feet breathing and spitting out his own blood. Clash has one hand on his back as he uses the other to plead with Rage to give him a few moments. Rage slowly stalks Clash who can barely move.]

Thomas Simon: How will Clash be able to walk after that?!?!

[Rage continues to slowly walk toward Clash as Clash in agonizing pain tries to slide back. Rage goes over and yanks Bob Herman’s seat from under him. Herman stumbles over into Thomas as fumbling sounds are heard over commentary. Rage folds the chair up and points it right at Clash. Clash shakes his head no as Rage lifts the chair high and then comes crashing down but Clash rolls out of the way in agonizing pain as Rage slams the chair into the floor. Clash tries using the cell to climb but is nailed instantly in the back with the chair. Clash yells in horrifying pain as Rage winds up and nails him again. Clash lets go of the chain link material and falls back seemingly passed out from the pain. Rage stands over a crimson mess with the chair in hand. He grabs Clash’s head and helps him to his feet. Rage lifts him up high in a suplex position and sends him back down making impact with his knee.]

Thomas Simon: The Northern Touch!! Rage hit it on Clash…look at Clash he is out cold.

Bob Herman: But he can’t pin him out here it needs to be in the ring!

[Rage hobbles from exhaustion and grabs Clash’s arm dragging him to the open wall of the cell. Rage slides Clash’s lifeless body into the ring. He flips the ring apron and pulls out a table as the crowd goes crazy. Rage slides it in the ring and sets up the legs. He helps Clash up and sets him for a powerbomb. Rage lifts Clash up and goes to powerbomb Clash through the table but Clash springs off of him causing Rage to stop dead in his tracks. Clash lands on his feet and as Rage turns around he is nailed with a super kick from the former world champion. Rage collapses to the mat and Clash falls to his knees and goes for a cover.]

1…….2……RAGE KICKS OUT!

[Clash looks at the referee in absolute disbelief blaming him for counting slow. Clash gets up and helps his rival up then quickly tosses him through the ropes to the outside. Clash follows and then slaps Rage’s head around trying to wake him up. Clash sees Rage’s eyes open.]

Johnny Clash: See you at the top you old prick!

Thomas Simon: Wait he isn’t??!?!?

Bob Herman: He is!!!

[Clash starts to climb the cell as the fans buzz throughout the arena. Rage slowly uses the cell to get to his feet. Clash reaches the top and stands up looking down at Rage making a very weak attempt to climb. Clash laughs as Rage wills himself to continue his ascent. Rage reaches near the top as Clash backs away letting Rage slowly get to his feet atop the cage. Clash stands near the center of the cell roof wincing in pain at his back and urging Rage to bring it. Rage still groggy from that kick runs at Clash and is met with a drop toe hold sending Rage face first into the cell roof. Clash flips Rage and mounts him filling him with punches widening that busted forehead. Clash gets up and holds his bloodied fist high in the air as Rage is gasping below him. Clash makes a double arm slashing gesture through the air.]

Thomas Simon: I think this is it. Clash means to end it here!

[Clash uses all his strength to pull up his beaten former stablemate. Clash places him in position and holds his arms out wide signalling a bloodline. He lifts Rage up and flips him sending him right down on the cell roof. Rage hits the center and lays for a second before the roof suddenly gives way as Rage falls through and goes right through the table below. Clash ran back when he noticed this and looks down in pure shock as he sees Rage lying in the rubble below not moving. The ref is checking on him and getting no response. Clash’s eyes are wide as he quickly gathers himself and climbs down the cell. He gets in the ring and stands with the ref to see Rage’s condition. Clash pushes the ref out of the way and swiftly covers Rage. The ref is hesitant as the crowd boos mercifully. The ref slips down and begins his count.]

1………………..2…………………THRE………….RAGE KICKS OUT!!

Thomas Simon: HOLY SHIT!

[Clash is dumbfounded and quickly hooks Rage’s leg covering him again.]

1……….2………..RAGE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!

[Clash is irate and goes to the outside of the ring searching for something. He smirks right away as he bends over and picks up the sledgehammer that was tossed aside earlier. He slips back in the ring and see Rage barely lifting himself up trying to get to his feet. Clash warms up the sledge as Rage clutches the middle rope. Rage finally gets up and turns as Clash sees his opportunity and rushes at Rage going for the headshot. Clash swings but Rage ducks and quickly lifts Clash up twisting him around and then drives him down with the One Last Run! Clash’s skull drives right into the mat leaving him motionless as the hammer falls to the side again. Rage collapses back down and the ref begins a standing ten count.]

Thomas Simon: The One Last Run out of nowhere!! I can’t believe it!!!

Bob Herman: No one can Tommy boy listen to these people on their feet!!

Crowd: MPDUB! MPDUB! MPDUB!

1………….
2………….
3………….
4………….
5………….
6…………..
7…………..Rage stirs
8……………he begins to roll over……
9……………Rage rolls over again and drapes his arm across Clash…..The ref counts

1……………….2…………..THRE……….NO CLASH KICKS OUT!!!

[Clash gets a shoulder up as Rage bows his head in disbelief that this match continues. Rage crawls over to the corner and finds the sledgehammer. He uses it to prop himself up as Clash is fighting to get to his feet.]

Bob Herman: Wow…what a reaction…..

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

[Rage gets to his feet with the help of the turnbuckles and his sledgehammer. He rests in the corner waiting for Clash. Clash gets to his feet very dazed and turns to see Rage coming out of the corner with the hammer. Clash acts fast and flips Rage’s legs from under him. Clash going on fumes and pure instinct grabs Rage’s legs and flips him around in to the Atomica. Rage lets go of the sledge right away and is screaming in pain trying to clutch at a rope. His finger tips whisk the bottom rope for a mere fraction of second as Clash pulls Rage away to the center of the ring and digs his knee into the upper back of Rage arching him further back. The ref checks as blood is just pooling by Rage’s head he is refusing to give up. The ref asks again and Rage tells him off. Clash hears this and arches back with his last ounce of energy. Rage let’s out a blood curdling scream then goes limp. His eyes roll back as the ref checks on Rage and lifts his arm up with no response. He does it again and it drops once more.]

Thomas Simon: Could this be it?

[The ref raises his arm again and it drops…….DING DING DING……The ref taps Clash’s shoulder to release the hold which he does. Clash falls to the mat with his arms out in absolute exhaustion. The ref makes the X sign for medics to rush as “Walk Away” blasts throughout the Arena. The crowd is on their feet realizing the history they just witnessed. Clash rests himself against the bottom ropes and looks over at Rage getting attended to by the medics. Two medics help Rage to his feet but just as he gets to his feet he pushes them away and flips them off. Clash is on his feet at this time and stands bloodied and sweating looking at his former friend barely able to stand. Clash walks up to Rage and looks him up and down. Rage is holding his abdomen and only has the one eye open from the amount of blood filled up in the other eye. The crowd is one their feet applauding these two combatants. Clash looks around at the crowd and smirks to himself. He looks back at Rage to see Rage’s hand out looking for a handshake. Clash places his hands on his hips and shakes his head no. The crowd greets that with a chorus of boos but it’s short lived as they give off a deafening pop of approval as Clash embraces his longtime friend with a hug. The two TWImates embrace as Clash is whispering into Rage’s ear. They come out of the hug as Clash raises Rage’s arm high in the air and gives his friend one last hug before leaving the ring and applauds Rage as he walks up the ramp. Rage stands alone in the ring as the clean up crew feverishly cleans up the mess. Clash stands right before the entrance and nods his head in approval as “Cryin’ like a Bitch” blasts and Rage hobbles out of the ring barely under his own power. He slowly goes up the ramp and turns around to wave goodbye to the crowd as they respond with a “THANK YOU RAGE! THANK YOU RAGE!” chant. Rage is noticeably emotional as he heads back in through the curtains.]

Thomas Simon: Wow!

Bob Herman: That’s exactly right Thomas….look I’ve been known to play up exactly what I am on tv but right now I’m breaking character. What I just saw tonight in this match will stay with me the rest of my life. We have seen a legend in this business at his best for the last time. It’s a sad day for wrestling fans but a what an exceptional way to go out….Rage…Ryan…I love ya buddy thanks for everything…..

Thomas Simon: I couldn’t have said it better myself.

Thomas Simon: Fans! While they clean up the debris from the Hell in a Cell match, it is time for our main event! Let's look back at the past six weeks between these two combatants

[The scene shows Drake Hunter winning the Army of One match followed by the multiple times these two have encountered over the weeks]

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

[The lights go out, Massacre by Escape the Fate begins to play. Then the stage fills with blue and green, sparks shower down from the MPWtron, and out comes Ash, walking through those sparks, in a hoodie vest, long wrestling gear, black elbow pads, and gloves. Ash stops at the entrance way and peeks from under his hoodie and then walks at a comfortable pace with the hood covering his face, smirking most of the time, depending on his opponent. He rolls into the ring, he stands in the middle of the ring and right as the singer of his theme song screams, Ash throws back the hood and exposes his face and holds his arms out at his sides. Once that's done, he goes to the corner and props his self up on the corner turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.]

[The fans are on their feet and as loud as they have ever been as Drake and Ash stand in their respective corners.  Freddy Class stands in the middle of them with referee Kelvin Gordon who holds the MPW World Heavyweight Championship in his hand]

Thomas Simon: listen to this place Bob!

Bob Herman: these people are ecstatic!

Freddy Class: this match is scheduled for one fall and your Road To Glory Main Event of the Evening!

[the fans cheer as Drake and Ash remain in their corners]

Freddy Class: introducing first, he is the challenger. From Melbourne, Australia. He is the winner of the Army of One match and stands before us representing Age of Arrogance... Drake Hunter!

[Drake raises his arms with a determined look on his face. The fans boo him louder than anyone tonight]

Freddy Class: and his opponent. Fighting out of Los Angeles California. He is the current and reigning World Heavyweight champion of the world... Ash Soulsfate!

[the fans go crazy as Ash raises his arms and climbs to the turnbuckle. When he jumps down Kelvin shows Ash the title belt and then walks it over to Drake. Kelvin stands in the middle and holds the belt up high. He calls for the bell as Ash and Drake walk to the center of the ring and start mouthing off to each other]

Thomas Simon: here we go! Match of the century right here

Bob Herman: lets go!

[Drake and Ash stare each other down. They look out to the crowd who is on their feet and going crazy. A smirk develops on Drake's face and then Ash's. They nod at each other before stepping back to start the match. The fans get even louder as they both rush in towards each other and tie each other up.]

Thomas Simon: HERE WE GO!

[Drake squirms around Ash and gets him in an arm lock. Ash drops to a knee and rolls Drake over his shoulder and on to his back, grabbing Drake's arm in an arm lock on the ground. Drake rises back up with the hold still intact. Drake kips up and reverses the hold to his leverage. Drake advances the hold to a German Suplex position behind Ash, taking the back. Ash tries to break it. Ash runs towards the ropes and grabs on. Drake flies off of Ash and rolls backwards to one knee. The fans cheer as both men reset. Ash waits for Drake to stand up as they go for another tie up. This time Drake stomps on Ash's foot and runs off the ropes behind Ash. Drake goes to chop the legs of Ash but Ash leaps over Drake. Drake ends up on the mat as Ash grabs his leg and goes for a half boston crab]

Thomas Simon: What a combination! Ash has the submission hold

Bob Herman: Drake won't tap Thomas.

Thomas Simon: At least not now he wont.

[Ash applies pressure but Drake rolls on to his back and kicks Ash off of him. Ash drops an elbow down on to Drake but Drake moves and Ash hits the mat. Drake quickly hits an elbow drop of his own and goes for a quick pin.]

1.....

Thomas Simon: Barely a one count

Bob Herman: Too soon to go for a cover.

[Drake lifts Ash on to his feet and whips him in to the ropes. Ash springs back and Drake drops down. Ash leaps over him. On his way back towards Drake from the opposite ropes Drake flips Ash with a monkey flip behind him. Ash lands on his feet. Drake gets to his feet and is met with a back kick to the stomach from Ash. Ash looks to the crowd who cheer their approval. Ash grabs Drake's head and runs towards the turnbuckle. Ash plants Drake with a spinning tornado DDT using the turnbuckle for leverage]

Thomas Simon: What a move! Ash is phenomenal!

Bob Herman: That was a pretty move. But i will tell ya Simon. It could be the pretty moves that take too long that put Ash away at the end of this one.

Thomas Simon: We will see when we get there Bob

[Ash gets to his feet and climbs to the apron. He awaits Drake to get to his feet. Drake stumbles and turns around towards Ash. Ash springboards off the rope and dives in to the ring with a clothesline taking Drake down to the mat again. Ash holds his right arm but shakes it off]

Thomas Simon: Another great athletic move from Ash

[Ash picks Drake up and tosses him to the corner. Ash climbs to the middle rope and raises his fist in the air. He starts throwing punches down at Drake as the fans count with him]

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!

[The fans cheer as Ash lays the last punch on Drake. Ash drops down to his feet and props Drake up on top of the turnbuckle. Ash steps back to the opposite corner and points at Drake]

Thomas Simon: What is Ash thinking here!?

[Ash runs and leaps in to the air sky high as he wraps his legs around Drake and goes for a hurricanrana off the top. Drake catches him last minute and puts his legs over the ropes so he is in control]

Bob Herman: Like I said... the pretty moves will kill him

[Drake jumps off the middle rope and flattens Ash on to the mat in a styles clash type move.]

Bob Herman: Oh man!

Thomas Simon: Drake just turned Ash in to a pancake!

Bob Herman: Who writes your material Tommy? Andy Richter?

Thomas Simon: Im no comedian Bob. Pay attention to the match

[Drake and Ash are both on the mat. Drake is first to his feet and awaits Ash getting up. Drake throws a punch at Ash and then whips him in to the ropes. Ash whips back and Drake hits a jumping neck breaker. Both men back down but Drake is up quickly. Drake lifts Ash's head and puts him in a sleeper hold.]

Thomas Simon: Oh Drake has it in tight.

[Drake keeps the hold in as Ash tries to pull apart Drake's fingers and release the hold. Drake tightens. Ash reaches out and attempts to get to the ropes. The referee is in Ash's face looking for him to quit. Ash shakes his head no as he continues to reach for the ropes. Drake drags Ash back towards the middle of the ring with the sleeper still tight. The fans cheer Ash on as he continues to fight the hold. Ash attempts to get to his feet and slowly does. Ash tries to keep the hold in but Ash fights out. He elbows Drake in the gut a few times before Drake releases the hold. Ash runs off the ropes and attempts a clothesline]

Bob Herman: This is crazy! You can feel the tension in the air between these two!

[Ash ducks under Drake who attempts a Superkick. Ash dodges and immediately spins out of the way of a superkick from Drake, Drake misses Ash, but instead nails the ref in the face, sending him down hard to the mat!

Thomas Simon: Drake just nailed the ref!

Bob Herman: Perfect, hit him with a chair Drake!

Thomas Simon: No! This is the most important match of the night! We can’t have chaos here, not now! Wake up ref!

Bob Herman: What are you talking about Tommy, this is what wrestling is all about!

[Ash gives the ref a quick glance before locking up with Drake again. They twist each other around the ring, trying to gain an advantage with the ref down.]

Thomas Simon: No, not these two!

[He refers to Chris Cable and Kuk Killswitch, who come down the ramp, looking ready for a fight. Drake kicks Ash in the gut, and lands a quick DDT. He smirks at his allies as he rolls outside the ring towards the rest of the Age of Arrogance. He shouts out a couple instructions as he walks behind Cable and Kuk, catching his breath. As the intruders take a step towards the ring, all of the lights in the arena suddenly black out.]

Thomas Simon: Oh no… now what’s this? What’s going on?

Bob Herman: I thought you’d know. I don’t like this.

[Slowly, the accent lights in the arena pulse a dark mixture of purple, then crimson. The A.O.A. are looking around in confusion as the titantron suddenly snaps on…]

[As the video ends, holding on the last symbol, the lights continue to pulse. Suddenly, the crowd begins to cheer as a figure appears, lowering down from the rafters of the arena. Clad in a black robe with the crimson symbol from the video blazoned on the back. He lands softly behind Chris and Kuk, who are still staring up at the titantron. ]

Bob Herman: Who is that?

Thomas Simon: Well, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s probably Khaotek.

Bob Herman: Well what’s he doing out here, this isn’t his match, it is a he right? Either way, he has no business being out here!

Thomas Simon: Please tell me you aren’t serious…
[
Drake turns and immediately stumbles backwards, pointing behind his allies. As Chris and Kuk turn they are each met with a punch to the gut from the dark figure. It grabs them by the back of the head and smashes their heads together.]

Thomas Simon: A meeting of the minds! I haven’t seen a move like that in a long time!

Bob Herman: Probably because it’s a stupid move.

[The newcomer grabs Kuk by the back of head and flings him over the barrier into the stands. It then pulls Chris’ head back and puts him in an inverted headlock. It lifts him up and holds him in the air for a few seconds, while the crowd can’t see the figures face, it is clearly staring down Drake; after a few seconds it leans back and nails Chris with an inverted brainbuster. It bounces back to its feet and advances towards Drake, who crab-scrambles backwards. The figure stops, then slowly raises its arms and pulls back its hood. It jerks its head upwards and the camera zooms in.]

Thomas Simon: Oh my God…

[Long, dark, messy hair partially hides its face, which is masked by a grotesque skull, leering down at Drake. The figure turns away and moves back to where it initially landed. With its back to Drake, it spreads its arms outwards and flings its head back as it flies upwards back from whence it came.]

[As the figure vanishes, the lights suddenly return to normal and Drake slowly rises to his feet. Ash has made it to his own feet, and Drake shakes his head viciously, as if trying to regain his focus, before sliding back into the ring.]

Thomas Simon: What the hell just happened?

Bob Herman: I am not too sure... Khaotek!? What the hell does that mean

[Drake climbs to the apron nervously and looks up to the rafters where nothing is seen. Ash stalks him and when Drake looks back down Ash drops him with a moonsault dropkick. The crowd gets on their feet and cheers as Ash sets up Drake for the Adios Motherfucker. Drake turns around and Ash goes for it. He hits it! He pins Drake]

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

[Drake kicks out with a split second left]

Thomas Simon: Oh my god a close call here!

[Drake lays motionless as Ash looks in shock and pulls on his hair. He lifts Drake up and punches him. He drops him down and goes for an STF. Drake squirms and holds on to the ropes. The referee breaks the hold. Drake stands up and holds his head as Ash rushes him. He goes for an enziguri but Drake catches his foot. Ash goes for a spin kick but Drake blocks that too and drops Ash to the mat. Drake lifts Ash and stalks him. He turns Ash around and props him up. He hits the DIA on Ash!]

Thomas Simon: He hit it! He could have him here!!!!

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

[Ash kicks out as the crowd roars!]

Bob Herman: NO! THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!

Thomas Simon: Oh my god.

[Drake looks in shock and tugs the referee’s collar. Ash gets to the middle ropes and helps himself up. Ash stumbles over to Drake. The two stand face to face beat up and tired. The fans roar and cheer as the two stay silent. Finally Drake slaps Ash. Ash slaps Drake back as the crowd grows louder. The two start exchanging punches. Finally Ash gets the upper hand and whips Drake in to the corner. Ash runs at Drake and hits a jumping superman punch. Drake stumbles back and Ash runs off the ropes and hits a hurricanrana. Ash looks out to the crowd and climbs to the top rope]

Thomas Simon: Ash looking for the finish!

Bob Herman: Oh god!

[Ash balances himself on the top rope straight up as he leaps off in to a 450 splash. Drake moves out of the way at the last second as Ash crashes to the mat and holds his stomach. Drake pops up and grab’s Ash’s head]

Bob Herman: Oh! The fancy moves come back to haunt Ash!

[Drake runs and hits the DIA! He pins Ash]

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

[The bell rings!]

Thomas Simon: oh my god he did it!

Bob Herman: Drake Hunter just won the World Championship!

Freddy Class: Here is your winner and NEWWWWWWWWWW MPW World Heavyweight Champion... Drake Hunter!

[Kelvin Gordon hands the Championship to Drake Hunter. He hugs the belt and drops down on to the mat. Chalk Outline hits as Drake gets to his feet and Gordon holds his hand up in victory. Drake looks at the title stunned as Ash lays in the middle of the ring. Drake smirks as he exits the ring. He is met on the ramp with Age of Arrogance who prop him up on their shoulders and celebrate with him]

Bob Herman: What a beautiful picture!

Thomas Simon: Well I have to admit it, Drake did it and he did it on his own, for the most part.

Bob Herman: Incredible match up! Both men!

[Age of Arrogance walks towards the ramp with Drake as he once again looks at his title and clutches it tight]

Thomas Simon: Thank you for sharing this incredible piece of history with us tonight! We will see you next week on Thursday Night Takedown!

Bob Herman: Wait hold on a second Tommy..

[Ash stands up in the middle of the ring to the a huge applause from the fans. Ash looks disappointed in himself as the fans chant his name]

“ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH ASH!”

[The crowd suddenly stirs as the masked man in the black hood heads jumps the guard rail and stands behind Ash. He has his arms out and stalks him. Ash waves to the fans and then turns around to pay respect to the fans behind him when the masked man catches him. The masked man props Ash on his shoulders. He swings him off and puts his knee in to the face of Ash. Ash falls back and is knocked out cold. The masked man stands above him]

Thomas Simon: Who is this guy.. My god

Bob Herman: I have no idea but we need medical attention for Ash

[The man pulls down the hood slowly of his black zip up sweatshirt and puts a hand on the top of his black mask.]

Thomas Simon: go ahead and show our face you coward!

[The man slowly pulls off the mask with his head facing down. He looks up in to the camera as the fans let out a huge “OHHHHH!!!!!!”]

Thomas Simon: oh... My..... God........

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