[The pyro hits as the fans get on their feet. The theme song to Reloaded continues to play as the scene cuts through the fans to the Announcers table]

Thomas Simon: Welcome to Sunday Night Reloaded! We have an amazing line up for you tonight

Richie Rhodes: You will only see talent like this here in MPW ladies and gentlemen

Thomas Simon: And only here! We are going to start it off with Johnny Clash and Crow going one on one!

Richie Rhodes: This one will be one for the ages!

Match 1

[The lights in the arena dim and white and red strobe lights fill the arena as Counting Bodies Like Sheep by A Perfect Circle begins to play throughout the arena. The arena fills with boo’s as Crow comes out dressed in his black wrestling gear. ]

Honey Winters: “Coming in from Omaha, Nebraska! Standing at 6’4 and weighing in at 240 pounds. He is the Angel of Death!.......he is CROW!” 

[Crow slowly makes his way down to the ring steps and makes his way up to the ring apron. Making his way into the ring, Crow makes his way to the other side of the ring and jumps on top of a turnbuckle and perches himself on top of it as he waits for the match to start.]

[Perfect Life by Red hits as the fans cheer. Johnny appears on the top of the aisle in the 100's section of the crowd. He makes his way down in his Resistance T-shirt and ring gear. He hops the guard rail and stares at crow in the ring before climbing up the steel steps quickly and hopping over the ropes in to the ring. He spins with his arms out and stares at crow]

Thomas Simon: Kicking off this show the right way!

Richie Rhodes: It's going to be a good one!

[As the bell rings the two go straight into the collar and elbow, Clash quickly gaining the upper hand forcing Crow back into the corner. Johnny Clash goes for the clean break, and takes a few steps backwards, as Crow tries to stare him down, while moving out of the corner. They lock up again; Clash once more gains the advantage going behind into the waist lock. Crow somehow manages to grab hold of the ropes, again Johnny releases his hold and steps back. Slowly Crow walks towards the center challenging Johnny Clash to a test of strength. Hesitant Johnny looks to the crowd, before carefully reaching out towards Crows hand. They lock up with their rights, but before Clash can react Crow kicks him in the midsection and spins into an Irish Whip, but Johnny Clash stands firm and reverses pulling Crow right into a clothesline that sends him to the mat.]

Thomas Simon: Clash establishing his power early on!

[Crow scrambles to his feet and right into a hip toss from Johnny, sending Crow right back on the canvas, Clash follows up locking Crow's right arm in a hammerlock, twisting his opponent onto his stomach. He keeps on the attack with a couple of knee's to the arm, before spinning around on top of Crow into a front headlock. Slowly Crow is dragged to his feet by the head, before Johnny Clash again, goes behind and sends Crow to the mat with a beautiful backdrop, he covers...1... Crow kicks out and quickly rolls out of the ring, eyeballing Johnny in the ring, as he searches for an opening. Clash walks over to the ropes and holds them open inviting Crow back in. Crow not finding amusing at all as he throws a tantrum, before sliding back in. They meet up in the center of the ring going for another lockup, but Crow goes for the eyes, Clash staggers back as Crow launches himself at him with a flying for arm and Johnny’s down]

Richie Rhodes: There we go….Crow is ahead now and once he starts he never let’s up!

[Crow keeps on the attack stomping away on his opponent, he grabs a hold of the rising Clash and drags him up, driving him into the ropes with a series of rights, before landing a hard knee to the gut of Johnny, grabbing the head Crow goes for Crowizer, but Clash pushes him of. Johnny shakes his head and charges, just as Crow spins around trying to get a boot up, but Clash catches it, Crow is hopping around on one leg, he goes for the Enziguri, but Johnny Clash ducks under and jumps forward into the side headlock as Crow hits the mat. Crow rolls over placing Johnnys shoulder on the mat...1... Clash rolls back, slowly the two get up, Johnny Clash keeping his hold on Crow's head, before spinning around and into a double chicken wing, lifting Crow into the air and sending him face first into the mat, with a facebuster, Clash covers.]

Thomas Simon: WOW! Devastating impact there by Clash!

[...1...2. Crow kicks out, and once again goes for the eyes, Clash staggers backwards as Crow gets to his feet with a viscous look on his face, Crow charges taking Clash to the mat with a spear. Crow follows up pounding away on Johnny, before dragging him back up and into the corner. Crow starts thrusting his shoulder into his opponent’s abdomen, pressing the air out of Johnny Clash. Quickly he grabs Clash’s head and sends him over with a snapmare, Johnny Clash lands sitting, Crow grabs a hold of Johnnys head and floats over letting Clash’s head snap back into the turnbuckle, Clash seems out of it as Crow drags him out of the corner and goes for the pin]

Thomas Simon: This is such a good match. Say what you want about Crow but he can sure bring it when he steps through those ropes.

[...1...2... Johnny Clash’s shoots the shoulder up, Crow looks at his opponent in disbelief, dragging him up and lifting him onto his shoulders for the Death Valley Driver, but Clash fights back landing a hard elbow the side of the head of Crow. Crows legs starts to buckle as he lets Clash back down. Johnny swiftly whips Crow into the ropes setting up for a back body drop, but Crow leapfrogs over, landing behind Johnny Clash with a big grin on his face and arms raised in a taunt. Clash spins and catches Crow off guard locking in a Full Nelson, hoisting Crow into the air and slamming him to the mat. Crow moves around arching and holding his back in pain. Clash shows no mercy forcing his opponent back to his feet and scoops him up and drops him down over the knee with a backbreaker. Johnny Clash lets go of Crow who slowly rolls of his knee and down on the mat. Johnny looks to the crowd signalling the ending with a cut throat motion as he grabs Crow and drags him to his feet, setting up for the Bloodline.]

Thomas Simon: Oh Clash could have him here!

Richie Rhodes: He is going for the Bloodline!

[A huge red pyro goes off on the stage as the lights turn red and dark. Turn The Page by Eric Minnesota hits as Johnny looks to the stage confused. A big man in black and red tights and a bald head walks out from backstage. He makes his way to the ring. The referee leans on the ropes telling the man not to interfere]

Thomas Simon: Who is this guy!?

Richie Rhodes: He’s Huge!!!

[Crow drops to his knee's and lands a low blow, sending Clash to the mat, Crow capitalizes rolling Johnny up, The referee goes down to check the shoulders, as Crow use the ropes for leverage....1...2...3 ding ding ding, Crow quickly lets go and rolls out of the ring.]

Thomas Simon: That dirty no good! What a way to ruin a match!

Richie Rhodes: a win is a win

[Johnny lays in the ring holding his groin as the big man steps on to the apron. Crow is barking orders at this man calling him “The Impaler.” He climbs over the top rope and stalks Johnny with his hand up in the air. The fans cheer as Madd Katt runs out from the back and nails Crow with a forearm from behind sending him down. He slides in the ring and comes face to face with Impaler looking for a fight. Johnny gets to his feet slowly but stands next to Madd Katt. The Impaler starts to laugh and raises his arms up in to the air. He drops them down as a huge pyro explodes from the turnbuckles. The lights go out and when they come back on Crow and The Impaler are gone. Madd Katt is behind Johnny. Johnny turns around and Madd Katt goes for a Superkick. Johnny drops down to his butt to avoid it but Madd Katt stops before going through with the kick. He laughs at Johnny]

Madd Katt: You owe me one...

{The shot moves to the locker room area of the Staples Center. Soul Shadow is sitting on a bench, lacing up his right boot in final preparations for the upcoming match. Behind him, Aeryn Ashfield is leaning against the lockers, looking extremely relaxed. Despite their partner’s absence, they are discussing strategy for the upcoming match.}

Soul: So remember, keeping the tempo up on Radke is key. We need lots of tags and quick strikes to keep him off his toes. If we hit him with a few of those double-teams we practiced, we should keep him off-balance.

{Aeryn nods affirmatively, though she absent-mindedly inspects her nails while listening.}

Aeryn: And Emi? I think we ought to keep her grounded.

Soul: Exactly. She has great aerial prowess, but on her feet, she can be overpowered. Get her on the mat and we have her.

{As Soul finishes with his boot, Aeryn pushes off the locker and steps in front of her partner.}

Aeryn: And Taufik?

Soul (with a sigh): As much as I hate doing it, we’d be foolish not to take advantage of his injured leg. If you get him the ring…

{A shadow suddenly falls across Soul’s face, cutting him off abruptly. Both he and Aeryn look to their right. Following their gaze, the camera pans left to show the reigning MPW Television Champion Jason X standing next to them. He looks ready for battle, his title belt slung over his shoulder. Even though he is the duo’s partner tonight, he looks at Aeryn and Soul with complete disdain. Finally, he speaks.}

Jason: Taufik is mine and no one else’s. You’d do well to remember that and stay the fuck out of my way. Got it?

{Aeryn starts to give an angry retort, but Soul gently grabs her arm to stop her.}

Soul: Got it.

{Jason glares at the pair one more time before exiting. Aeryn angrily pulls her arm out of Soul’s grasp. She whirls around, looking defiantly at her partner as he stands from the bench. Calmly, he meets her gaze before looking towards the exiting champion.}

Soul: Time and place, Aeryn. He’s got a big title defense ahead of him at High Stakes, so we’ll let him do his thing. So long as it doesn’t cost us a victory in this match.

{Aeryn nods before walking out of the scene with Soul quickly following. The camera focuses on the lockers briefly, then switches back to the arena.}

Match 2

[The lights in the MPW arena go black, except for a lone large dark blue spotlight on the stage. The opening chords of “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson starts to echo throughout the arena. As the music starts to crescendo after the intro, Samuel steps out onto the stage. Samuel stands in the middle of the stage, and extends his arms to the side, hands in fists. As he does this, the ramp and the ring light up to a dark blue. Samuel then starts to make his way down to the ring down the ramp. As he gets to the ring, Samuel quickly slides under the bottom rope to get into the ring. Once in the ring, Samuel does the same pose that he did on the stage moments earlier. The music slowly starts to fade away as the house lights come back on. Samuel heads to his corner and waits for the start of the match...]

Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring... One half of The Night Terrors.. Samuel!

["Dragula" plays over the PA as Tyler Axe comes to the stage area, he looks at the crowd and throws his hand up before going to the ring. After highfiving the fans he jumps into the ring and goes to the middle turnbuckle and places both thumbs over his throat before doing the cutting motion before chucking both arms in the air]

Honey Winters: And his opponent.. from New York, New York.. Tyler Axe!

[The bell rings as Tyler and Samuel come together. They immediately trade right hands repeatedly until Samuel finally gets the upper hand as a hard right sends Tyler down the the mat. Tyler quickly bounces back to his feet but he's immediately hit with a hard clothesline that sends Tyler down hard. As Tyler makes his way to his feet his hit with a boot to the stomach followed by a DDT. The former TV champion has taken complete control of this match. He goes for the pin. 1...2..kickout! Tyler kicks out! Samuel sits up as he gives the ref a pissed off look before beginning to stomp on Tyler! After a few hard shots the referee pulls Samuel off. Samuel pulls the referee off him before walking back over to Tyler who is trying to get to his feet. Samuel grabs Tyler by the arm and tries to whip him into the ropes but Tyler reverses it and sends Samuel flying into the ropes.]

Thomas Simon: Good reversal by Tyler

Richie Rhodes: These two are very evenly matched

[As Samuel bounces off the rope he tries to hit Tyler with a clothesline but Tyler ducks under it, bounces off the ropes, and then hits Samuel with a hard spear! He falls onto Samuel for the pin. 1...2..kickout! Samuel kicks out! Tyler slowly gets to his feet and picks up Samuel before grabbing him around the waist and suplexing him halfway across the ring. He quickly gets to his feet as Samuel is slowly trying to make it to his. Tyler decides to climb up to the rope rope as he waits for Samuel to get to his feet. As Samuel gets to his feet and turns around Tyler jumps off and connects with a flying clothesline! ]

Richie Rhodes: a great move by Tyler Axe!

Thomas Simon: Tyler has so many moves in his arsenal

[He hooks Samuels leg for the pin! 1...2..kickout! Samuel does it again! Tyler site up as he is frustrated by not being able to get the win. He stomps on the still fallen Samuel before picking him up, grabbing him by the head and holding him there for a moment before hitting him with a moonsault! This might be over! He sits there with a smile on his face before pinning Samuel. 1...2..kickout! Samuel somehow kicks out yet again. Tyler stands up and begins to argue with the ref for a few seconds before deciding to climb up to the tope rope yet again. He climbs up, stands straight up, and then jumps off going for a frog splash but Samuel rolls out of the way! Tyler connects with the mat and immediately grabs his stomach in pain!]

Thomas Simon: It doesn't work the second time for Tyler!

[They both lay there for a few moments before they finally begin to make their way to their feet. The fans begin to cheer as they come together and begin to exchange punches just like they did at the beginning of the match. This time Tyler nails with a hard left followed by a hard right that sends Samuel down. Samuel quickly gets to his feet meanwhile Tyler bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Samuel ducks under and then kicks Tyler in the stomach before hitting him with the Fear’s Embrace! Samuel hooks Tylers leg for the pin!]

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

[Samuel gets to his feeFt slowly staring at Tyler]

Honey Winters: Here is your winner, Samuel!

[as Samuel sits in the ring smiling sadistically after his win Clay comes out and picks Tyler up. He clotheslines him down hard and kicks him out of the ring. They both follow. Clay and Samuel confer before putting Tyler in to position for a powerbomb. The crowd starts to cheer as Christian Carter walks down the ramp in a leather jacket with the hood up. He makes it to the bottom as Clay and Samuel look back at him. Carter slowly turns around and starts to walk back up the ramp as the fans boo him. Clay turns back around and Samuel helps him pick Tyler up. They deliver a double powerbomb to Tyler through the announce table. Carter takes one more look before walking back past the curtain completely]

Thomas Simon: Oh man! Tyler is broken in half right in front of us!

Richie Rhodes: Some tag partner. Christian Carter wanted nothing to do with this

Match 3

Honey Winters: The following match is a six-man tag team match, scheduled for one fall!

{"Breed" by Nirvana strikes the speakers, bringing the Staples Center crowd to their feet.}

Honey Winters: Introducing team number one! First, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing 215 lb… CHRIS RADKE!!

{Chris walks onto the stage wearing a Bad Religion t-shirt, pausing to look at the Los Angeles crowd. He gives a quick smirk before dashing down to the ring. Once there, he pulls himself onto the ropes and raises his arms to the crowd. They respond with cheers before he jumps down to await his partners.}

Honey Winters: Second, from Osaka, Japan, “The Millennium Pro Warrior”… EMI YAMAMOTO!!!

{"Hekira no Sora e Izanaedo" echoes across the arena. The fans are on their feet in excitement as Emi Yamamoto reveals herself on the stage. She blows the fans a kiss and raises her hands to show her appreciation for their support. She skips down the ring waving to her fans with a smile on her face. After giving high fives to a couple of nearby fans, Emi jumps onto the ring apron where she turns to face the crowd. She blows them another kiss before she scissor jumps over the top rope and into the ring. She jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle and waves to her fans once more before jumping back onto the mat.}

Honey Winters: Third, from Tampa, Florida… here is “Franchise”… TAUFIK!!!!

{“Awake and Alive” by Skillet starts to play throughout the arena as Taufik makes his way towards the entrance ramp. Taufik’s left knee is still bandaged, but Taufik walks down the ramp and interacts with the fans by bumping fists and even slapping their hands. Taufik gets to the end of the ramp and slides to the ring. Taufik throws his fist into the air as the fans cheer him on. He then shakes hands with his partners as they await their opponents.}

Honey Winters: And now for team number two! First, from London, England… AERYN ASHFIELD!!!

{“Prelude, 21/12” by AFI hits as the fans cheer. Aeryn Ashfield comes out to the ramp and raises her arms. She walks down the ramp and climbs up on to the steel steps. She climbs through the ropes and poses in the ring, keeping an eye on her opponents while awaiting her partners.}

Honey Winters: Second, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 lb… SOUL SHADOW!!

{As the opening of “Made of Scars” by Stone Sour hits, Soul walks slowly from behind the curtain. He remains hidden in shadows until the lyrics start, then he walks deliberately to the ring. The cloak's cowl obscures his face, but few in the audience notice as their eyes are drawn to his battle scared arms. In time with the bridge, the wrestler leaps on to the apron, pulling himself onto the second turnbuckle in one smooth motion. Looking at the crowd, he flips the cowl back just as the chorus begins. For a moment he scans the arena, soaking in the crowd’s adulation. Finally, he jumps over the top rope and into the ring, flipping his cloak to the attendants. The music cuts out as Soul walks over to Aeryn, talking to her briefly before the match.}

Honey Winters: Finally, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 190 lb… the current MPW TELEVISION CHAMPION… JASON X!!!

{As "Monster" by Skillet begins to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance. A dark figure steps out and can be seen in the smoke. As the smoke clears, Jason X is standing on the stage, wearing his title belt around his waist. He stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form. Then he takes the title belt from his waist and holds it up for the crowd, earning their disdain. Jawing at the fans, Jason continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles, throws the title belt onto his shoulder, and again puts his arms in an X form. Finally, he hops off of the turnbuckle and walks over to his corner, stretching with the ropes to prepare for this match while ignoring his partners.}

Thomas Simon: Unlike the team of Chris, Emi, and Taufik, Jason seems to not be quite as in sync with his partners.

Richie Rhodes: Unlike everyone else in this match, Jason is the one in least need of help. He is already a champion, after all!

{The referee brings everyone to the middle of the ring to discuss the rules for the match. Once done, Soul Shadow extends his hand to his opponents in a gesture of good sportsmanship. Aeryn is hesitant, but quickly follows her partner’s lead, shaking hands with all three members of the opposing team. By contrast, Jason X refuses to do so. Instead, he holds the Television title belt right in front of Emi’s and Taufik’s faces, telling them they will never take the belt from him. He then steps outside to the ring apron, handing his belt to the ring attendant.}

Thomas Simon: Bad sportsmanship by the champion right there!

Richie Rhodes: What are you talking about? Those two are going to try and defeat him for the belt at High Stakes! He’s just reminding them who is the reigning champ!

{Soul shrugs his shoulders at his partner’s actions and follows him to the apron, leaving Aeryn to start the match. Across the ring, both Chris and Taufik exit to the outside, meaning Emi gets to start. The two women circle each other, looking for an opening. Finally, in a show of bravery, Emi lunges forward and locks up with the bigger wrestler. Aeryn takes immediate advantage of her greater height and weight, shoving Emi backwards and sending her sprawling across the mat. A look of surprise crosses the Japanese star’s face. Aeryn dares Emi to come at her again. Emi bounces off the ropes and charges, only to be knocked down by a hard shoulderblock. Unfazed, Emi gets up and bounces off the ropes again. Aeryn this time tries for a clothesline, but Emi ducks under it. She hits the ropes on the opposite side and rebounds, looking to deliver a boot to the face. Aeryn catches her outstretched foot, but before she can take advantage, Emi counters with a wicked enzuigiri. Aeryn spins around, stunned by the blow. Quickly, Emi grabs her opponent’s arm and flips her with an armdrag. Aeryn swiftly gets to her feet, only to fall victim to the same move. Aeryn once again manages to regain her footing, but is this time met with standing dropkick from Emi, knocking her backwards into her corner. Chris and Taufik work the crowd while Emi beams in the center of the ring.}

Thomas Simon: Flurry of offense from the future TV title challenger! She’s looking to be in perfect form.

Richie Rhodes: She ought to be glad it wasn’t Jason in the ring. He’d definitely show her a thing or two!

{As Aeryn rubs the back of her head, trying to get her bearings, she sees the outstretched hand of Soul Shadow in front of her. Reluctantly, she tags it, allowing him into the ring. At that moment, Chris yells for Emi to give him a tag. The lady obliges and Chris vaults himself over the top rope. The two grapplers size each other up in a rematch from the previous week. Soul once again extends his hand to his friendly rival, who returns the gesture with a shake. Their hands break, then they lock into a collar-and-elbow tie up. The two battle for dominance, with Chris managing to trap Soul in a neutral corner. He breaks the hold, delivering a vicious chop to the chest that echoes throughout the arena. Soul winces for a moment, but then grabs Chris, tosses him in the corner, and delivers one of his own. Chris clutches his own chest for a moment, but he counters once more, switching with Soul and giving another chop. Soul once again reverses, repeating the cycle. Chris then executes the switch one more time, but instead of chop, delivers a high knee to the gut.}

Thomas Simon: Oh, nice move by Chris to stun his opponent!

Richie Rhodes: Thank god, I was starting to get bored by the repetition.

{Reacting quickly, Chris grabs his opponent and lifts him for a suplex. However, Soul manages to get his legs out, push off the turnbuckle, and flip before Chris was ready to fall back, ending up standing behind him back-to-back. Soul reaches behind him, perhaps for a neckbreaker. However, with amazing ring awareness, Chris steps up the turnbuckles, somersaulting himself into the air over his foe. He then runs to the opposite turnbuckle, Soul chasing close behind. Upon reaching the corner, Chris grabs the top rope and does a standing jump, kicking his legs back as if expecting Soul to run underneath him and slam into the buckles. Instead, the older wrestler stops and catches Chris’s legs on his shoulders. Instantly, the younger wrestler twists, sending his opponent through the air. With shocking grace, Soul cartwheels and lands on his feet. He then swings his arm around, hoping to catch Chris unaware. However, Radke is trying to connect with his own lariat. Their arms connect, effectively blocking each other’s blows. The two hold their position for a moment, then smile and break. The crowd applauds with wild appreciation.}

Thomas Simon: Wow! What an incredible display of athleticism by the two competitors!

Richie Rhodes: I gotta say I was impressed, though I wish someone would just hit somebody already!

{Chris and Soul back into their respective corners. Radke holds his hand out and Taufik slaps it, coming into the match. At the sight of one of the future challengers, Jason demands Soul tag him in. His partner grants his wish. Within moments, the two enemies are inside the ring, staring at each other.}

Thomas Simon: Two-thirds of the High Stakes TV Title match being previewed right now!

Richie Rhodes: If Taufik ends on his back, it will be a perfect preview!

{Taufik and Jason circle each other warily. Jason crouches low and extends his hand cautiously, offering to lock up in a test of strength. Taufik reaches to engage, but it turns out to be a feint. Jason quickly floats behind him and locks on a rear waistlock. He moves to pull Taufik into a suplex, but Taufik manages to hook the leg and block it. Breaking the hold, he switches positions with Jason and locks on a rear waistlock of his own. Jason runs to the ropes, hooks them, and jerks back, shaking Taufik off. The future challenger rolls backwards to his feet. Jason turns to charge his opponent, only to be caught in a standing huracanrana! Landing on his skull, he rolls to his corner clutching his head. Surprisingly, he reaches out and slaps Soul Shadow’s hand, even though it wasn’t offered. He then rolls under the ropes and to the floor.}

Richie Rhodes: Smart move by the champ! Getting out quickly once things turned!

Thomas Simon: Seemed a little cowardly to me.

Richie Rhodes: Cowardly? Jason is very brave! He’s just nobody’s fool!

{Soul looks very annoyed at the champion’s actions, but grudgingly steps through the ropes. Much like what he did to Radke, he offers his hand to Taufik. It is accepted, then the two circle. The two lock up, with Soul managing to trap Taufik in a headlock. To the crowd’s delight, Taufik powers out it by lifting the veteran into a back suplex side slam. Stunned, Soul falls victim to a standing senton splash, driving the air from his body. Taufik goes for the first pinfall… 1… 2 Soul manages to kick out. “The Franchise” doesn’t let up, pulling Soul to his feet and dropping him right back down with a neckbreaker. Trying to recover, Soul rolls slightly away, pulling himself to his knees. Taufik runs the ropes for momentum, then comes towards his foe, jumping to deliver an axe kick to the back of the neck. However, Soul steps back, causing Taufik to miss and land awkwardly on his bad leg. Soul notices, mouths “sorry” to Taufik, then unmercifully dropkicks him square on the knee.}

Thomas Simon: Veteran move from Soul right there, exploiting the opponent’s weakness.

Richie Rhodes: Ha! Guess they shouldn’t have told Taufik to break a leg prior to the match!

{Taufik grabs his injured limb in pain, reaching for a tag in the corner. Unfortunately for him, Soul pulls him to his own corner, preventing either Chris or Emi from making the save. Soul lifts Taufik in air and drops him knee-first on top of his own, damaging it even further. He then shoves him face-first to the ground, applying an Argentine leglock. Taufik screams from the pressure on his knee. The referee checks to see if he wants to tap when suddenly, Jason tags himself in by slapping Soul’s back.}

Thomas Simon: What was that? Taufik looked to be ready to submit when Jason tagged himself in!

Richie Rhodes: It’s called “the big picture”, Tommy. Jason wants to work on that knee ahead of the title match!

{Both Aeryn and Soul look confused by Jason’s actions. He ignores both of his partners, placing Taufik’s leg on the bottom rope. Next, he repeatedly jumps into the air and lands on the knee, causing “the Franchise” intense pain. Taufik manages to get his leg off the ropes, but Jason gives it one more stomp for good measure. Then, he raises both of his middle fingers in the direction of Chris and Emi, bringing them both into the ring. The ref moves to cut them off, allowing Jason to toss Taufik from the ring.}

Thomas Simon: Jason is taking it to the floor!

{Jason follows Taufik to the ground. He picks him up and places him on the barricade. He then climbs on the apron, runs along it, and delivers a dropkick right into Taufik’s leg. With no give, Taufik feels the double impact of foot and steel. He screams as he falls onto the mat in the ring area.}

Thomas Simon: Good God!

Richie Rhodes: Taufik will be lucky to be able to walk at High Stakes!

{Both Chris and Emi argue desperately with the ref, who is more concerned with returning them to their corner. Outside, Jason walks over to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a chair. The crowd screams in disapproval as he folds it, apparently planning to do more damage. However, when he turns, he sees Aeryn rolling Taufik back into the ring while Soul stands between her and Jason. Jason debates using the chair on his partners, but the look in Soul’s eyes warns him off. He drops the chair and slides back into the ring. Aeryn, who had been holding Taufik’s foot to keep him from reaching his allies for a tag, tells him to finish it. Jason scowls while he grabs his foe.}

Richie Rhodes: Soul and Aeryn had no right to interfere! That was strictly Jason’s business!

Thomas Simon: Hey, they want to do things the right way! They realize Taufik is finished and want the match to be over!

{Jason pulls Taufik in a standing position and then drops him with a T-Bone suplex. Moving quickly, he grabs Taufik’s legs, sets him up, and then locks on a figure-four leglock. Taufik screams once more, reaching backwards for a tag, yet his partners are a whole ring away. The referee gets right in his face, asking him if he wants to submit. Behind the ref’s back, Jason grabs the bottom rope for extra leverage. Discreetly, Soul gives the bottom rope a kick, knocking the hands free. Shocked, Jason reaches once again, only for Soul to repeat his move. Angry, Jason moves his body slightly, grabbing the bottom rope closest to Aeryn. She seems amused and doesn’t break the TV champ’s grip. This time, though, the ref has looked back and seen Jason’s illegal maneuver, so he forces him to release the hold.}

Richie Rhodes: I swear, Soul doesn’t want to win!

Thomas Simon: I think he does, just not the way Jason would like to do it.

{Soul asks to be tagged in, but Jason flips him the bird instead. Behind him, Taufik tries on one leg to reach his corner. Seeing this, Jason grabs him, spinning him around. Taufik raises his leg to the champ’s stomach, but it is caught. Desperate, Taufik tries for an enzuigiri, but Jason ducks. He tries to grab both legs to pull Taufik into some sort of hold, but “The Franchise” rolls forward. Jason is dragged by the momentum right into his opponents’ corner, meeting an elbow from Radke. Meanwhile, Taufik, to the delight of the crowd, manages to tag Emi.}

Thomas Simon: Finally, Taufik gets a tag!

Richie Rhodes: Dammit, they were so close! If only Aeryn and Soul hadn’t messed it up!

{Stunned by the elbow, Jason doesn’t realize Emi has entered the ring until a dropkick nails him right in the jaw. He rolls to his feet and tries to counter with a clothesline. Emi ducks under, flips into the ropes, rebounds, and delivers a somersault cutter to the TV champ. The impact bounces him onto his back, where Emi goes for a quick pin. 1… 2.. Jason manages to kick out and rolls to his feet. Emi snares his arm and sends him hurling to the ropes. She catches him on the rebound, lifts him up, and nails him in the junk with an inverted atomic drop. Jason doubles over in pain while she positions herself underneath him. To the amazement of the crowd, her partners, and her foes, she lifts him directly over her head and drops him behind her with a gorilla press slam!}

Thomas Simon: Good God, she hit it! She said it was her goal and she nailed it!

Richie Rhodes: If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it!

{Emi’s eyes look wider than any anime girl’s as she jumps in elation at adding to her moveset. Her enthusiasm distracts her as Jason uses the opportunity to roll to his corner, tagging in Soul. The champ falls to the outside as Soul takes his place, charging Emi from behind. The Japanese superstar turns at just the right moment, ducking under the incoming blow and charging the ropes herself. Soul jumps in the air as she returns towards him, anticipating her going underneath him. Instead, she stops, catches him around the waist in mid-air, and drops him into an inverted atomic drop of his own. Much like what she did with Jason, she positions herself underneath him, looking for another gorilla press.}

Richie Rhodes: Oh, she has got to be delusional if she thinks she can pull off the same move twice in one match…

{Indeed, the 65 pound difference between Jason and Soul makes quite a difference, as Emi can’t pull off the required leverage. Recovering from the earlier blow, Soul fights out of her hold with a pair of elbows to Emi’s temple. He adjusts her position slightly, then nails her with a standing powerbomb. The ref moves into position to count, but Soul doesn’t go for the pin. Rather, he yells for Aeryn as he falls back while holding Emi’s legs, springboarding his foe to the ropes. Aeryn quickly moves into the perfect spot to catch Emi’s head, then drops from the apron, slamming the rookie’s throat across the top rope. She staggers back, where Soul catches her in a full-nelson suplex, bridging for the pin. 1… 2.. Emi manages to slip a hand free and barely escape. Looking to hit her with a crushing move, Soul picks her up, charges a neutral corner, and slams her into the turnbuckles. She crumples into the corner as the veteran retreats to the opposite corner.}

Thomas Simon: I think he’s going to a senton splash in the corner!

Richie Rhodes: Poor Emi is going to be crushed if this lands!

{Soul sizes up his foe, then charges towards her. Just as he launches into his senton, Emi manages to flip herself onto the top turnbuckle, using the top rope as leverage. Unable to stop himself, Soul crashes into the corner, landing upside down. Emi then brings her legs together as she comes down, driving her feet into Soul’s chest. Finally, she rolls forward, tagging Radke’s outstretched hand.}

Thomas Simon: Chris finally comes into the match after a long break!

Richie Rhodes: Let’s see what he can do!

{Soul returns to his feet and turns towards his opponent’s corner, where he met by a flying crossbody from Chris. The two slam into the mat with Soul taking the brunt of the impact. Chris rolls swiftly to his feet, jumps onto the middle rope, and flies backwards with a moonsault. Landing on his foe, Chris tries for a pin. 1… 2.. Soul manages to get a shoulder up. Chris pulls Soul to his feet and carries him to a neutral corner. He places him on the top turnbuckle, looking for a big move. However, as he climbs to join his foe, Soul fights back, nailing him in the gut to slow him down. He pushes Chris off, sending his opponent tumbling to the mat. Looking to rally, Soul jumps off the top rope. However, Chris counters with a superkick, nearly knocking the veteran senseless.}

Thomas Simon: That might be it!

Richie Rhodes: They should have listened to Jason and let him do his thing!

{Feeling it, Chris gets ready for the Omega Driver. He decides to add some extra power to it and tosses Soul against the ropes. He doesn’t realize it is too close to Aeryn, who takes advantage to get a blind tag on Soul. Oblivious, Chris catches Soul, flips him, and nails the Omega Driver. He tries to pin the nearly unconscious grappler, but the ref indicates his foe is no longer the legal man. Confused, Chris gets to his knees, only to be met by a violent knee strike to the head from Aeryn. Stunned, he starts to fall backward, but struggles to keep his balance. Aeryn decides to give him a helping hand to the ground, this time doing a low dropkick to his jaw. Chris rolls with the impact, fighting to get to his knees. Aeryn jumps on the middle rope, then lands a rocker dropper on Chris. She rolls him over into a pinning predicament. 1… 2… Chris manages to kick out. Aeryn pulls him to his feet, continuing the assault.}

Thomas Simon: Aeryn has got to finish him off here. Soul looks to be about out of it as the ref gets if to the apron. I haven’t seen Jason since he exited earlier. Aeryn might be the only one functional on her team while both Taufik and Emi cheer Chris on!

Richie Rhodes: Looks like Jason is doing what he can to even the odds!

{While everyone is focused on the action inside the ring, outside of the squared circle Jason has grabbed the steel chair from earlier. He approaches Taufik from behind and smashes it into the future challenger’s knee. Taufik drops from the apron, screaming in pain. Angry at her friend being assaulted, Emi dives from the apron, tackling Jason to the ground. The crowd goes nuts at the action both inside and outside the ring.}

Richie Rhodes: All hell has broken loose!

{Inside the ring Chris Radke and Soul Shadow exchange punches and blows. Shadow gets the upper hand but Radke kicks him in the knee sending him down to one. He lays kicks in to his chest and nails a DDT}

Thomas Simon: What a move!

{Radke lifts Shadow up and Shadow breaks the hold. He kicks him in the gut and nails the Soul Crusher!}

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

{The fans cheer as Soul Shadow gets the win. Aeryn Ashfield joins him in the ring to celebrate their win. Jason X also stands behind them with his arm raised in victory. He takes his TV belt and nails Soul Shadow in the back of the head with it. Soul Shadow goes down and the fans boo. Jason leaves the ring and hold the belt up the whole way up the ramp. Aeryn checks on Soul Shadow as the scene cuts}

[EMT's are standing around backstage as Bob Herman pushes his way through]

Bob Herman: What happened!?

EMT: He is unconscious. Appears someone struck him in the head with this..

[a lead pipe is shown on the ground next to a fallen Gabriel Griffin. The Superstars are standing around looking on as Herman puts his hands on his face]

Bob Herman: God dammit. Who could have done this.

Match 4

["King Of The Stereo" by Saliva plays from the microphone as a lone spotlight appears on the stage while the rest of the arena dies out. Brandon Nytrus walks out into the light with his eyes set on the ring.]

Honey Winters: From South Boston, Massachusetts... Weighing in at 302 lbs... Your Sin City Champion Brrrrandon... Nytruss!!

[He continues down the ramp and down into the ring. He stands on the turnbuckle and looks out into the crowd. The spotlight stays on him the entire time. He hops down and waits for the bell.]

[The lights in the MPW arena go black, except for a lone large dark blue spotlight on the stage. The opening chords of “Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson starts to echo throughout the arena. As the music starts to crescendo after the intro, Clay steps out onto the stage. Clay stands in the middle of the stage, and raises his arms above his head and makes an “X” with them. as he does this, the ramp and the ring light up to a dark blue. Clay then starts to make his way down to the ring down the ramp. As he gets to the ring, Clay steps over the top rope to get into the ring. Once in the ring, Clay does the same pose that he did on the stage moments earlier. The music slowly starts to fade away as the house lights come back on. Clay heads to his corner and waits for the start of the match...]

Honey Winters: And his opponent.... One half of the Night Terrors.. Clay!

[Match Summary: the two big me exchange powerful moves until one finally budges. Nytrus gets the upperhand on Clay early but the tide changes quickly as Clay takes Nytrus down. The two exchange most of the match with power moves. In the end Nytrus lifts Clay over the top of his head with a Military Press. Clay grabs on to the top rope and presses down on Nytrus in to a pin getting the 1..2..3. Clay stands up and gets his arm raised in victory. The fans boo him as Nytrus pounds the mat in anger]

Match 5

["Play dead" cues up as Laila appears at the top of the ramp, a black pagan type robe covering her entire body. The lights are dim except for a muted spotlight that lights only her. As the base kicks up and Bjork yells out Laila lifts her head and throws the robe off, her mouth mimicking the singer. She then eyes the crowd and struts in time with the music. once she gets to the ring, she climbs the steps, enters the ring. Standing in the middle she eyes the crowd once more before throwing her head back once more. ]

Honey Winters: Making her way to the ring, from Queenstown Singapore... Lalia!

 ["Help Is On The Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, 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 slow walk 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. ]

Honey Winters: And her opponent.. from Tampa Florida.. Roxi Johnson!

[The bell rings and the two combatants slowly start to circle each other, both doing a few fall outs before they lock up in the collar and elbow. Johnson gaining the upper hand, pushing Laila back into the corner, the referee steps in between breaking the hold. Roxi slowly backs up, Laila shooting her an icy stare as she steps put of the corner. Johnson suddenly charges looking to catch her opponent off guard, but Laila ducks under sending Johnson face first into the turnbuckle, Roxi stumbles out and Laila scoops her up into a bodyslam near the corner. Swiftly Laila jumps up onto the second turnbuckle landing a springboard like elbow drop right into the sternum of Johnson. Laila spins back to her feet and drag Roxi up with her and whipping her to the ropes going for a dropkick on the rebound, but Johnson stops himself holding on to the ropes. Laila hits nothing, but air and drops to the mat, Roxi capitalizing on the situation, nailing the rising Laila with a brutal knee strike to the head.]

Thomas Simon: That one must have hurt. These two clearly have something they want settled here

[Roxi has Laila back on her feet and punishes her with a series of stinging chops to the chest, with the crowd WOOOing throughout the attack. Laila staggers backwards holding her burning chest, but Roxi doesn't let up grabbing a hold of her opponents head and going for the suplex. Laila shifts her weight and drops down behind Johnson, but Roxi quickly catch her with an elbow to the face. Laila again staggers back wards and ends up in the corner, Johnson charges and sends her opponent flying with a monkeyflip, before ascending the corner and flying off with a moonsault, craching down on top of Laila.]

Thomas Simon: Could this be the first fall already?

Richie Rhodes: Surely looks like it Tommy Boy

[1...2... Laila kicks out in the last second, Roxi scrambles to her feet and right in the face of the referee arguing about the call]

Richie Rhodes: That's right!!! it was a slow count!!!

Thomas Simon: Not sure I agree with you there Richie, but this doesn't seem like a sound strategy here from Roxi Johnson

[Slowly Laila is getting back to her feet and sneaks up behind Johnson, who is still occupied with the referee, and plants her on the mat with a German, Laila keeps her arms locked around Roxi as she rolls to her feet and takes Johnson to the mat with a second German. Again Laila brings them both back up and delivers another German and bridges into the pin]

Thomas Simon: Both men really fighting to get the first pin here

Richie Rhodes: Well getting the first fall will give the person getting it an advantage, so its clear they both want it and as quick as possible

[1...2... Kickout by Johnson, who rolls to the outside to get a little breather, she leans up against the guardrail, but suddenly Laila comes shooting out between the ropes torpedoing into Johnson with the suicide dive. Laila lands on her feet, as Roxi slumps down against the guardrail, Laila grabs Roxi's head and starts pounding away on her opponent with a series of heavy rights, before dragging her up to her feet. Laila goes for the Irsh whip into the ringpost, but Johnson manages to grab a hold of the steel barricade and lands a stiff kick to the midsection of X, who doubles over, Roxi reacting almost in reflex as she drives Laila skull first into the Barricade with a DDT.]

Thomas Simon: OHH MY GOD!!! Laila's skull must be split after that one!!!

Richie Rhodes: she will surely feel that one for a long time

[Still wobbly Johnson rises and grabs Laila, who seems down and out, and drags her over to ringside having her trouble with rolling her into the ring, before following in and going for the cover]

Thomas Simon: This must be it!!!

[1...2... Kickout by Laila, Johnson sits up and looks at her opponent in disbelief, before covering again, with the same result]

Thomas Simon: How did she kick out from that!!!

[Furiously Johnson pulls Laila back to her feet and scoops her up and into the Tombstone position, but Laila somehow manages to shift her weight and flipping the move over going for the piledriver himself. This time Johnson reverses the move and flips it back to the start position before dropping down to a seated position driving Laila's head into the mat and grabbing the legs as she lets Laila slide down onto her shoulders and back in a pinning predicament]

Richie Rhodes: Damn these guys a flexible.... Dont look at me like that Tommy Boy, there is nothing wrong admiring other men's flexibility

Thomas Simon: Sure Richie

[1...2...3 Johnson gets the first fall. Roxi lets go and springs to her feet and starts parading around, mocking Laila to wild jeers from the crowd]

Richie Rhodes: Hey Johnson you still need one more fall!!!

Thomas Simon: Take it easy Richie, I'm sure she knows

[With a broad grin on her face Johnson swaggers back to her opponent, who is starting to rise still holding her head after the piledriver. Roxi grabs Laila and drags her back to a vertical base, again delivering a series of grueling chops that send Laila staggering backwards. Johnson quickly goes for the follow up with a clothesline, but Laila dodges it and lands a knee in the midsection of Roxi. Laila quickly sets into motion springing into the ropes on the other side and nailing Johnson's head into the turnbuckle with a bulldog like maneuver as she slides through the top and middle rope and lands on the apron. Roxi staggers backwards out of the corner as Laila springboards into the ring with a high cross body dropping down on top of Roxi Johnson for the pin]

Thomas Simon: Can Laila level the score here

[1...2... Roxi gets her shoulder up in the last second. Laila hammers her fists into the mat in frustration as she grabs Johnson and drags her back up setting her up for the X-Driver, but Roxi has it spotted and pulls Laila's leg away from under her and rolls over for the pin. Laila breaks out of the predicament before the referee can start her count. Both men swiftly spins to their feet and launches themselves at each other unleashing a volley of wild stiff rights. Roxi gets the best of the exchange and grabs the arm of Laila sending her into the ropes and going for the tilt'n'whirl backbreaker, but Laila somehow manages to turn it into a DDT driving Johnson skull first into the mat, qucikly going for the cover]

Thomas Simon: Could this be it

Richie Rhodes: No way Tommy boy, even if she gets the fall, we will need another

[1...2... Kickout by Johnson. Both men stay on the mat, both seemingly running on fumes. Johnson is the first to stir, slowly getting to one knee as she looks over at the floored Laila, who slowly rolls onto her stomach. Roxi is now on her feet, still staring and waiting on her rising opponent, Laila gets up on one knee as Johnson charges and nails her with the shining wizard. Roxi seemingly not taking any chances Laila back up and sends her running, going into the ropes and springboarding off himself going for a flying forearmsmash, but Laila catches her off guard with a European uppercut]

Thomas Simon: Thats it and Laila drops for the cover!!!

[1...2...3 and Laila gets the fall as she sits back on her knee's, Johnson rolling around holding her head in front of him, neither looking able to continue. Slowly both men get up and start to slug it out with wide swings. Laila getting the best of the exchange as she staggers Johnson with a forearm shot. Laila grabs her opponent and drives her into the corner with left and rights, but suddenly Johnson sets into gear reversing the roles and punishing Laila in the corner with a series of heavy rights. Laila fights back and pushes Johnson out of the corner and charges her opponent with a clothesline, but Roxi ducks and spins around Laila and slaps on the waist lock. Johnson goes for the German, but Laila blocks it and goes for the elbow, Roxi evades and lets go and Laila spins around to stand face to face with Roxi, who goes for a toe kick, Laila catches the foot and spins her around nailing Johnson with a roundhouse kick as she comes around to face her again. Roxi staggers sideways and Laila capitalizes with the Bewitched.]

Thomas Simon: Oh my god Laila is gonna win it

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

Thomas Simon: Wow she did it... Laila did it!

[Trey Baxter walks out on to the stage with a smile on his face holding his Championship belts. Laila stares down at Roxi with a blank look. The scene cuts]

[Backstage Johnny Clash is in Bob Herman's office flirting with Ms. McKenzie]

Johnny Clash: Yeah I pulled out but she refuses to take a test. I guess time will tell right?

Jamie McKenzie: um.... Right.

[Bob Herman walks in with Madd Katt and Johnny and Madd Katt come face to face]

Bob Herman: Woe woe.. I can feel the tension. I like it!

Johnny Clash: No tension here. Hey Ms. McKenzie... do you smell moth balls or is it just all the oldness in this room right now.

Madd Katt: Good one kid. Hey remember that time I saved your ass and stopped myself from kicking your face in?

Johnny Clash: Remember that time I didn't need your help and would have been find on my own

Madd Katt: Oh remember that time I...

Bob Herman: Gentlemen... let's stop the bickering. I brought you both in here for a reason. Now next week I think it would be in everyone's best interest to put the Night Terrors back in Tag Team Action. Am I right?

Johnny Clash: Um.. I guess so?

Madd Katt: Sure, they're pretty good

Bob Herman: Great great.. now seeing as they earned a Tag Team Title shot I was thinking of giving them a warm up match. So next week they will face, well, you two! WOOOOOO ha ha ha

[Johnny smirks as does Madd Katt. Johnny extends his hand]

Johnny Clash: Well i'm game if you're game... partner

[Madd Katt shakes Johnny's hand as the scene cuts on them two staring at each other face to face]

Match 6

[Mz Hyde by Halestorm hits as the fans cheer. Chrissy Starr is up in the aisle of the 100's section and makes her way down towards the ring. Chrissy has her new signature look with black leather pants and black cut and tied Resistance T-shirt. She hops over the barricade and climbs in to the ring. She awaits her toughest challenge yet in MPW]

Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring from Buffalo New York... Chrissy Starr!

["Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hits over the PA System as the lights begin to flicker and smoke begins to fill up the ramp. The reaction from the crowd is a mixture of boo's and cheers as after a few moments Trey Baxter steps out onto the top of the ramp. He is wearing his wrestling attire plus his usual black hoodie, this one that says "The Bad Guy" on it. He has his MPW Tag Team Title wrapped around his waist as he pauses at the top of the ramp.]

Honey Winters: "Coming to the ring we have one of the founding members of Iconic Aggression. He is fighting out of Chicago, IL. and weighs in at 220 pounds. He is one half of the MPW Tag Team Champions....he is TREYYYY BAXTERRRR!!!

[After a few moments Trey begins to walk down the ramp with a huge smile on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring where he walks to the middle of the ring and simply raises his title high up in the air. After a few moments he pulls it down and goes to his corner where he begins to get ready for the match.]

[The bell sounds, both men slowly move towards one another. They lock up, as they do Baxter slowly walks Chrissy back against the ropes, The referee calls for a break. Baxter slowly steps back moving back away from Chrissy. Both men circle one another. They lock back up, as they do Baxter grabs Chrissy around his arm taking it slowly around into a wristlock. Chrissy rolls forward, as the bridges back up reversing the hold taking Baxter into a wristlock. Baxter stands grimacing in pain, as Chrissy twist his arm slowly adding to the pain. Baxter moves out of his wristlock into a rear waistlock on Chrissy. Baxter stands with his arms locked around Chrissy, as he tries to get free. Chrissy grabs a hold of Baxter’s hands, and quickly moves around reversing the waistlock. Baxter blocks the waistlock attempt grabbing onto Chrissy’ arm. He pulls him around whipping him into the corner. Baxter runs in at him, but Chrissy pulls his leg up kicking him in the face. Baxter stumbles around, as he does Chrissy runs out of the corner. Baxter leans over flipping him over with a back body drop.]

Thomas Simon: That is one way to put your opponent down.

Richie Rhodes: You can say that again.

[Baxter pulls Chrissy up to his feet. He hits him with a stiff forearm shot. Baxter grabs Chrissy around his head into a side headlock. Chrissy sends him off. Baxter hits off the ropes. He runs back at Chrissy, as he does Chrissy leapfrogs up and over him. Baxter runs hitting off the ropes. He runs back at Chrissy, but Chrissy drops down onto the mat. Baxter runs over him hitting off the ropes. Baxter runs back at Chrissy, as he does both men jump up for a dropkick. They both get back to their feet again, but again they jump up at the same time for a dropkick. Both men sit on one knee, as the fans jump to their feet clapping the effort. Both men move to their feet. They move into a lock up. Baxter grabs Chrissy around his head taking him over with a side headlock takedown. Baxter locks his arms tight around his head, as Chrissy tries to get free. The referee checks on the hold, but Chrissy doesn’t give up. Chrissy pulls his legs up taking Baxter into a head scissors. Baxter quickly pushes his way out moving to his feet.]

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter broke out of the head scissors with no real effort at all.

Richie Rhodes: I think Chrissy Starr was just happy to be out of that headlock.

[Chrissy moves to his feet. Both men move slowly around one another. They move to lock up, as they do Chrissy kicks Baxter in his stomach. He quickly hits him with a stiff open palm strike followed by a stiff European upper cut. Baxter stumbles back against the ropes. Chrissy walks over grabbing Baxter off the ropes. He pulls him into the middle of the ring. Chrissy picks Baxter up throwing him down with an inverted exploder suplex. Chrissy covers him; The referee counts 1….2 kick out. Chrissy pulls Baxter to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Chrissy runs in at him, but Baxter moves out of the way. Baxter pulls Chrissy around out of the corner. He grabs him around his head. Baxter picks Chrissy up, and drops him down with a snap suplex. Baxter gets to his feet he moves back into the corner. Baxter climbs up onto the second rope. He jumps off landing down onto Chrissy with a front elbow drop. Baxter covers him; The referee counts 1….2 kick out.]

Richie Rhodes: The action is back and forth, and I love it.

[Both men get to their feet, as they do Baxter hits Chrissy with a stiff forearm shot. Chrissy staggers back, as he does Baxter runs at him, but Chrissy leans over flipping Baxter up, and over the top rope out onto the ring apron. Baxter stands on the ring apron. Chrissy turns around, jumps up hitting him with a stiff enziguri that knocks him off the ring apron down onto the floor. Chrissy moves out to the ring apron. He stands looking back waiting for Baxter to get to his feet. Baxter moves to his feet, as he does Chrissy moves up the ropes. He jumps off landing down onto Baxter with an Asai moonsault. Both men are lying on the floor, as the fans are going wild.]

Thomas Simon: Listen to this crowd!!

Richie Rhodes: I know I can barely hear myself think!!

[Chrissy gets to his feet slowly. He pulls Baxter to his feet. Chrissy whips Baxter into the security railing. Baxter hits his shoulder against the security railing, and falls onto the floor. Baxter rolls around holding his shoulder in pain. Chrissy grabs Baxter’s arm slamming it down across the security railing. Chrissy pulls his arm down across the railing, as Baxter screams in pain. Chrissy pulls Baxter up. He pulls his arm back around behind his back into a hammerlock. Chrissy runs Baxter into the ring post. Baxter falls onto the floor on his knees holding at his shoulder. Chrissy runs at him kicking him in his shoulder. Chrissy pulls Baxter to his feet shoving him back into the ring. Chrissy slides in behind him. Chrissy grabs Baxter slowly moving up onto his shoulders into a cross armbreaker, and moves into an armbar. Chrissy locks on the armbar, as Baxter screams in pain.]

Thomas Simon: Chrissy Starr has that armbar locked on tight!!

[Chrissy pulls back, as Baxter screams in pain. The referee asks him if he gives up, but Baxter shakes his head no. Chrissy pulls back with even more force Baxter screams in pain. The referee asks Baxter again if he gives up, but again he says no. Chrissy pulls back even more adding even more pressure onto Baxter’s arm. The referee gets over Baxter asking him if he gives up, but he shakes his head no. With his free arm Baxter tries to get to the ropes, but he isn’t close enough. Chrissy pulls on his arm, as he screams in pain. Baxter reaches out toward the ropes with his free arm. He manages to pull himself around getting his feet on the bottom rope. Chrissy breaks the hold.]

Thomas Simon: Say what you want about Baxter but he displays pure toughness!

[Chrissy pulls Baxter to his feet, as Baxter holds to his arm. Chrissy grabs his arm, and goes to slam it across the top rope, but Baxter blocks it. Baxter turns hitting Chrissy with his good arm. He hits him with stiff forearm shots. Baxter kicks him in his stomach. He grabs him around his head with his good arm. Baxter runs dropping Chrissy down with a bulldog. Baxter slowly gets to his fee clutching at his arm. He steps through the ropes. Baxter makes his way up the ropes. Baxter stands on the top rope. He jumps off landing down onto Chrissy with an elbow drop. Baxter covers him, The referee counts 1…..2 kick out.]

Thomas Simon: Trey Baxter keeps fighting even though his arm has to be in tremendous pain.

[Baxter pulls Chrissy to his feet. He hits him with a pair of stiff punches. Baxter pulls him around whipping him into the corner. Baxter runs at him, as he stumbles out of the corner. Baxter grabs him around his head dropping Chrissy down with a swinging neckbreaker. Baxter gets to his feet. He pulls Chrissy’ legs up. Baxter kicks him in his mid-section with a stiff kick. Baxter pulls Chrissy to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Baxter runs in at him, but Chrissy pulls his leg up kicking Baxter in his face. He staggers back around the ring. Chrissy moves up the ropes. He jumps off landing down onto Baxter’s back with the mushroom stomp with both feet. Chrissy pulls Baxter to his feet. He leans him over hooking up his arms. ]

Thomas Simon: What is Starr doing?!?

[Chrissy pulls him up, and drops Baxter down with a double arm backbreaker. Baxter staggers to his feet. Chrissy leans over picking him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. Chrissy runs dropping him down with a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Chrissy bounces to his feet. He runs moving up into the middle rope. He jumps off landing down onto Baxter with a moonsault. Chrissy covers him, The referee counts 1……2 kick out. Both wrestlers get to their feet. Chrissy whips Baxter into the ropes. He hits off the ropes Chrissy goes for a clothesline, but Baxter ducks under it. Baxter runs hitting off the ropes. He runs back at Chrissy for a clothesline, but he ducks under it. Chrissy turns for an open palm strike, but Baxter dodges out of the way. Baxter turns Chrissy around and nails the Lights Out!! 1………….2……………3!!!!!]

Thomas Simon: Baxter got the win!

Richie Rhodes: Poor Chrissy... I should go give her mouth to mouth

[Trey stands over Chrissy and gets his titles handed to him. He smiles and yells down at her before putting his foot on her chest and holding the titles up high in the air. Laila appears on the ramp and starts clapping for Trey as the scene fades]

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