[The arena is bright as the fans cheer as the scene pans to the ring. it's been decked out with a red carpet that covers the canvass of the ring. In the center of the ring there is a table with a back table skirt covering the top. Standing in the ring is a figure dressed in a suit with a clipboard in hand. The crowd quiets down as this figure begins to address the camera.]

" Ladies and Gentleman, fans, and wrestlers a like, my name is Joseph Tax, and I am on of the many attornies on payroll here with Millinium Pro Wrestling."

[A mixed pop from the crowd can be heard as Joseph continues.]

Joseph Tax: Tonight is a glorious night if there ever was one, for you see tonight I'm here to officially sign on the the hottest and most controversial athletes to ever grace a professional wrestling ring, a man who's decorated throughout the globe, winning major championships on every continenant throughout the world.

[The crowd is heard chanting "TRISTAN SLATER *CLAP, CLAP* *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP* "TRISTAN SLATER" *CLAP, CLAP* *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP".]

Joseph Tax: He's recently been competing between not one, but two seperate promotions... but tonight, tonight he's prepared to sign an exclussive contract to compete right here in M.P.W.

[The chant breaks into "WE WANT SLATER! WE WANT SLATER! WE WANT SLATER!"]

Joseph Tax: With a little patience I guarantee that everyone is going to get what they want....

[The eruption is so loud upon the opening to "Cult of Personality" you can hardly hear yourself think! Joseph Tax's face goes from a smile to a blank expression as he turns his attention towards the top of the entrance ramp where we catch our first glimpse of Tristan Slater who emerges from behind the curtain followed by his agent Wilson Baldwin. Both men are dressed to kill in designer suits taylor made. SLATER, arguable one of the sexiest men in the business takes the lead as he and Wilson start walking towards the ring. The crowd is a buzz at this HUGE moment for M.P.W.]

[Tristan Slater ignores the cheering crowd and their signs as he's focused on one thing... the ring. SLATER reaches ringside before making his way up the steel steps to the ring apron where he's followed by Wilson Baldwin. TRISTAN is shown climbing up the set of buckles where he places his right boot on the top turnbuckle while his left remains on the middle rope. SLATER motions for the crowd to get louder with both arms as he extends them out before screaming out at the top of his lungs...]

Tristan Slater: BEST IN THE WORLD!

[Which garners an even louder pop from the crowd. TRISTAN hops into the ring while Wilson, a bald black man who shares a striking resemblence to Terrel Owens, steps through the ropes and into the ring. There's a chair with a microphone in front of it which TRISTAN is shown sitting in while Wilson Baldwin takes the microphone as the music fades away leaving a solid chant of "SLATER, SLATER, SLATER."]

Wilson Baldwin: I'm sorry, what was your name again?

[Wilson asks the M.P.W. attorney.]

Joseph Tax: My name is Joseph Tax, attorney for M.P.W.

Wilson Baldwin: No offense, Mr. Tax, but Tristan Slater doesn't require a corporate ass kisser like yourself giving him any introduction.

[There's a pop as SLATER kicks back in the chair placing his feet on the table as he places both hands behind his head.]

Wilson Baldwin: Tristan Slater is already known world wide, his accomplishments read like a who's who of this business, and quiet frankly... he doesn't to much care for attornies to begin with.

[Joseph Tax's body language starts to shift a little bit as the crowd starts to rally behind Wilson's every statement.]

Joseph Tax: I was hoping that we might be able to get a few words from Mr. Slater before he signed the contract making it official.

[Wilson and Slater make eye contact before Tristan removes his feet from the table and stands up out of his chair. Slater walks around the table to to Joseph Tax. Joseph, appearing to be more than willing to talk begins to ask Tristan several key questions.]

Joseph Tax: Mr. Slater, what is your goal here in M.P.W?

[Joseph places the microphone in front of Slater's face, yet not even a peep comes out of Slater's mouth which causes Joseph to glance towards Wilson who merely shrugs his shoulders.]

Joseph Tax: When will you make your in ring debute with this federation?

[Once again Joseph places the microphone in front of Slater's face, and much like his first question it too goes unanswered causing Joseph to glance back towards Wilson while stating.]

Joseph Tax: Does he talk?

[There's a huge ovation from the crowd as Tristan Slater plants a boot to the midsection of Joseph Tax causing him to double over before delivering a Powerbomb through the skirted table! The crowd roars as Tristan glances down at the M.P.W. attorney while Wilson Baldwin reaches down picking up the contract. He flips through the contract as Slater reaches down and picks up the microphone. Tristan Slater holds the microphone in his right hand before slowly raising it to his lips where he begins to address the crowd.]

Tristan Slater: My name is Tristan Slater... and each and everyone of you in the crowd tonight and who occupy that goddamn locker room had better get on your knee's and fucking thank me for even THINKING about signing a contract to compete in this federation.

[Wilson walks over towards Slater who stops in mid speech. Wilson points out something on the contracts which causes Slater to take notice. Tristan then directs his attention down to the attorney before issuing his next statement.]

Tristan Slater: I want you to run and tell who the fuck ever runs this joint one thing...

[Tristan Slater takes the contract from Wilson's hands before ripping it into pieces! He throws the pieces of of the contract on top of Joseph Tax]

Tristan Slater: I do what I want, when I want, and to WHO I want! Let's try this again at ARMY OF ONE!

[Slater drops the microphone down on top of Joseph Tax who's yet to even move. "Cult of Personality" hits the speakers once again as both Wilson and Tristan Slater make their exit from the ring as we fade to black.]

Thomas Simon: What an intro to the final TNT before Army of One! Tristan Slater is here and he has entered the Army of One match!

Bob Herman: You know I like this guy he has pizazz!

Thomas Simon: Bob no one uses that word anymore.

Bob Herman: Shut up Simon! I didn't know you were the grammar police

Match 1

Honey Winters: Already in the ring, Chase Ramsey!

Thomas Simon: Our second time seeing Chase Ramsey on TNT

Bob Herman: I like this guy Thomas

["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: Weighing in at 215lbs from Portland, ME. The Samurai. Shaun Cross!!

[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. Ramsey runs at Cross and tries to punch him but Cross blocks it and then starts filling Ramsey with lefts and rights. Cross whips him into the ropes and as Ramsey comes back and gets a vicious rolling clothesline. Ramsey falls to the mat and Cross gets right back then goes over and grabs Ramsey and starts punching him in the head. The ref stops Cross and he plays up to the crowd as they cheer in response.]

Thomas Simon: Cross is getting behind these guys

Bob Herman: Ramsey looks like a dead fish

[Cross gets him to his feet and throws him into the corner. Ramsey bounces off of the turnbuckle and staggers back towards Cross who waits and when Ramsey staggers to him Cross catches him and executes a beautiful belly to back suplex. Cross goes for a cover but Ramsey kicks out at two. Cross slowly gets Ramsey to his feet but Ramsey catches Cross with a low blow and Cross collapses to his knees as Ramsey rolls on to the mat.]

Thomas Simon: OUCH!

Bob Herman: Ramsey kicks out

[The ref is curious as to what happened as he didn’t see the cheap shot. Ramsey gets to his feet and walks over to Cross and nails him in the back of the head with a stiff elbow. Ramsey than applies a surfboard stretch on the sitting Cross. Ramsey pulls back hard and Cross yells in pain but won’t quit. Cross winces in pain and Ramsey pulls back again. Ramsey gets frustrated and let’s go of the hold. Cross is still sitting up and Ramsey gives Cross a swift kick square to his lower back. Cross curdles and lies on the mat.]

Bob Herman: Cross seems hurt there Tommy

Thomas Simon: He is resilient though Bob dont count him out

[Ramsey sees the ref checking on Cross and he decides to walk over the corner. Ramsey then unties a turnbuckle pad and takes it off tossing it away. Ramsey turns to see Cross trying to get to his feet and Ramsey helps him a bit. Ramsey makes it look like he’s helping him up but then he grabs him and executes a side Russian leg sweep. Ramsey gives a cocky cover and only gets a 1 count. He then grabs Cross by his head but as he’s coming up Cross starts punching away at Ramsey’s mid-section.]

Thomas Simon: Cross coming back!

Bob Herman: Ramson won't let it happen

[Ramsey hops back and Cross gaining some momentum gets a last punch in and then Ramsey lets go of Cross. Cross runs against the ropes and comes back only to be met with a hard spinning elbow by Ramsey. Ramsey walks over and climbs the turnbuckle. He sits atop the corner and tries to get the fans approval but they all do nothing but boo him. Ramsey then leaps off attempting a body splash but Cross gets his knees up and Ramsey lands squarely across Cross ’ knees. Ramsey grabs his stomach in pain and Cross lies on the mat.]

Bob Herman: Ha! I told you! Ramsey is solid

Thomas Simon: He won't last long though here comes Cross!

[Cross flips to his feet with a huge second wind. Ramsey gets up and turns around and is met by a huge right by Cross. Ramsey falls and gets right back to be met with a left. Ramsey falls again and then is whipped into the corner and Cross follows him. Ramsey hits the corner and Cross follows right up with a body splash. Ramsey’s weak body is hanging off of the ropes in the corner. Cross grabs Ramsey and flings him into the corner with the missing turnbuckle. Ramsey’s back hits the hard steel directly in his back. Ramsey yells in pain and Cross walks up and climbs the ropes in front of Ramsey and raises his fist in the air. Cross, starts with a 10 count punch.]

[The fans following and counting each shot]
1….
2…..
3….
4….
5…
6…
7…
8……
9……

[Cross holds his fist high in the air and Ramsey is dazed.]

Thmas Simon: This could be it!

[Ramsey then grabs Cross’ legs and lifts him a bit and brings Cross down on the turnbuckle with Cross’ head hitting the hard steel first. Cross is staggered by that hit and he starts to turn and walk away. Ramsey then sees an opportunity and he quickly goes over and tries to hit his finisher]

Thomas Simon: No! he doesn't have it all!

Bob Herman: Do it Ramsey!

[Cross quickly slides out of Ramsey’s move and kicks him in the mid-section disabling Ramsey quickly. Cross then ceases the opportunity and places him in a sharpshooter The ref is checking to see if Ramsey will tap out. He keeps waving it off. Cross bends the leg downward more as Ramsey screams then taps out. Cross breaks the hold and is declared the winner by submission!]

Honey Winters: here is your winner, Shaun Cross!

Thomas Simon: Shaun Cross got him!

Bob Herman: That was a cheap shot

Thomas Simon: What!? get that dimensia checked old man!

[We cut back to the locker room area where THE TRISTAN SLATER and Wilson Baldwin are headed towards the roll up door to the building where there limo awaits them. As they turn the corner THE TRISTAN SLATER comes face to face with JOHNNY CLASH!]

Johnny Clash: You must be Slater.

[Tristan seemingly stares a hole through Clash as Johnny continues.]

Johnny Clash-: I like your style.

[Johnny pats Slater on the right shoulder before looking to walk off in which causes Slater to reach up and take a hold of Clash by the right wrist.]

THE Tristan Slater: You should like my style... because I'm here to do what you can't, make this federation and program entertaining!

[Slater tosses the arm of Clash away as the scene suddenly cuts away.]

[The scene opens in a dim lighted locker room. It has the figure of what looks to be a man in wrestling trunks, bent over his butt sticking out. The head is turned as if looking back, both arms out to the side with both thumbs sticking up as if giving approval to something. The gold statue sits on a black marble base with a brass plaque on the front that reads: “To Jason-X, MPW Dumbass of the Week”.]

Thomas Simon: Someone think's Jason is a dumbass?

[Jason steps out of the bathroom and stretches before noticing the Rose laying there with the message]

Jason X: Ill kill that son of a bitch!

Match 2: 2/3 Falls

[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, 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.]

Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring, Tyler Rose!

[As "X Gonna Give It to Ya" By DMX begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form. 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.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada, Jason X!

[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. Rose gaining the upper hand, pushing Jason back into the corner, the referee steps in between breaking the hold. Tyler slowly backs up, Jason shooting him an icy stare as he steps put of the corner. Rose suddenly charges looking to catch his opponent off guard, but Jason ducks under sending Rose face first into the turnbuckle, Tyler stumbles out and Jason scoops him up into a bodyslam near the corner. Swiftly Jason jumps up onto the second turnbuckle landing a springboard like elbow drop right into the sternum of Rose. X spins back to his feet and drag Tyler up with him and whipping him to the ropes going for a dropkick on the rebound, but Rose stops himself holding on to the ropes. Jason hits nothing, but air and drops to the mat, Tyler capitalizing on the situation, nailing the rising X with a brutal knee strike to the head.]

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

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

Thomas Simon: Could this be the first fall already?

Bob Herman: Surely looks like it Tommy Boy

[1...2... Jason kicks out in the last second, Tyler scrambles to his feet and right in the face of the referee arguing about the call]

Bob Herman: That's right!!! it was a slow count!!!

Thomas Simon: Not sure I agree with you there Bob, but this doesn't seem like a sound strategy here from Tyler Rose

[Slowly Jason X is getting back to his feet and sneaks up behind Rose, who is still occupied with the referee, and plants him on the mat with a German, Jason keeps his arms locked around The Playboy as he rolls to his feet and takes Rose to the mat with a second German. Again Jason 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

Bob Herman: 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 Rose, who rolls to the outside to get a little breather, he leans up against the guardrail, but suddenly Jason X comes shooting out between the ropes torpedoing into Rose with the suicide dive. Jason lands on his feet, as The Playboy slumps down against the guardrail, X grabs Tyler's head and starts pounding away on his opponent with a series of heavy rights, before dragging him up to his feet. Jason goes for the Irsh whip into the ringpost, but Rose manages to grab a hold of the steel barricade and lands a stiff kick to the midsection of X, who doubles over, Tyler reacting almost in reflex as he drives Jason skull first into the Barricade with a DDT.]

Thomas Simon: OHH MY GOD!!! Jason X's skull must be split after that one!!!
Bob Herman: He will surely feel that one for a long time

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

Thomas Simon: This must be it!!!

[1...2... Kickout by Jason, Rose sits up and looks at his opponent in disbelief, before covering again, with the same result]

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

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

Bob Herman: 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 Bob

[1...2...3 Rose gets the first fall. Tyler lets go and springs to his feet and starts parading around, mocking Jason X to wild jeers from the crowd]

Bob Herman: Hey Rose you still need one more fall!!!

Thomas Simon: Take it easy Bob, I'm sure he knows

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

Thomas Simon: Can Jason X level the score here

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

Thomas Simon: Could this be it

Bob Herman: No way Tommy boy, even if he gets the fall, we will need another

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

Thomas Simon: Thats the X'ed out and Jason X drops for the cover!!!

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

Thomas Simon: Oh my god Jason is gonna win it

Bob Herman: No his not he is the won with his shoulders down, what a sloppy bridge

Thomas Simon: give the man a break its been a hard match, besides he is the one pinning Rose

Bob Herman: No Tyler is holding Jason's shoulders down

[1...2...3 Ding Ding Ding, both men rolls around on the mat seemingly out of shape to get up as “X is gonna give it to ya” plays and the referee rises Jason X's arm in victory. Honey Winters is on her way into the ring as suddenly a second referee enters the ring]

Thomas Simon: That's senior official Michael Greene, what does he want

[Greene argues with his colleague before walking over and rising Tyler Roses arm, overturning the original call. Jason X is furious as he walks over and pushes Tyler's arm down and raises his own, Rose smirks and does the same, both men are about to go at it again as Going Under hits and Laura Tavares walks out with a microphone in hand, striking a few poses and smirking, before she starts talking to the men in the ring, who are staring dumbstruck at her

Laura Tavares: Guys guys!!! no more fighting for you two tonight!!!... I know that you want a decision, but truth is you pinned each other, but instead of restarting this match, rested up for One Man Army where it will be Jason X. vs. Tyler Rose...

She turns to walk off stage to deafening jeers from the crowd and the two men in the ring fuming, suddenly she stops

Laura Tavares: Ups silly me I forgot something... vs Roxi Johnson in a three way dance!!!!
The crowd explode as Rose and X shoots each other a look of pure hatred as we go elsewhere

Match 3

[As soon as the intro of Taufik theme started, the fans immediately jeers because they know what's coming next. Taufik step pout of the curtain looking at the fans in disgust before spitting onto the floor signifying the dirty soils in America.]

Honey Winters: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Singapore, weighing in at 250 lbs, "The Franchise"... TAAAAUUUUUUFFIIIIKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

[He makes his way into the while exchanging words with the fans. When he reaches to the steps, he raises both of his hands high up while saying Allah with much passion before entering the ring. Once he reached to the ring, he looks at the fans while waiting for his opponent.]

[As his music plays, Chicken simply walks down the ramp and slides under the ropes. His face lights up as he sees Tasha Jordan walk down the ramp behind him. She waits at ringside as he waves at her.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado, CHICKENNN!!!

[He hops onto the turnbuckle and tries to flex what little muscles he has, but he is ultimately intimidated by his opponent (s), whoever they may be.]

DING DING DING

[Taufik crosses his arms in front of him. Staring into Chicken's eyes. He steps forward and Chicken stands in the corner, amazed to see what's in front of him. He charges at him to go for a clothesline. His arms bounces off Taufik's huge arms. Chicken's eyes open even wider. The crowd laughs, as does Taufik.]

Bob Herman: Wow, Chicken can't even get a good hit in on this guy...

Thomas Simon: I tell ya, it's gonna be real hard for Chicken to take Taufik down.

[Chicken looks around and runs to the top rope. He leaps at Taufik, going for a cross body press, and Taufik catches him in midair. He walks forward and then throws Chicken over his head, slamming Chicken's back to the mat.]

Thomas Simon: That was a show of Taufik's strength there.

Bob Herman: I don't know if you can call it strength when you talk about Chicken, Thomas.

[Taufik looks over at Chicken and laughs. He flexes his arms as Chicken grabs his back, trying to stand. Taufik walks over and picks him up. He places him under his arm and lifts him up. He holds him up in the air. The crowd boos as Taufik begins to taunt and smile. After about ten seconds of holding Chicken there, he finishes off the suplex. Hitting the lower back against the mat.]

Thomas Simon: What a brutal move by Taufik there.

Bob Herman: This guy really knows how to pick apart an opponent.

[Taufik covers Chicken.]

1... 2... Taufik raises him up, stopping the count.

[The crowd boos as Taufik shows cockiness and arrogance. He picks Chicken up and whips him into the corner. He lands a few rights and kicks him in the gut. He puts him under his arm and puts him on the top rope. He climbs on the second rope and puts his fist in the air. He grabs Chicken and hits a huge superplex.]

Thomas Simon: Oh wow! What a move!

[Another cover.]

1...2... Another pull up from Taufik.

[Taufik laughs even harder. He picks Chicken up so he's standing in front of him. He goes for a punch but Chicken ducks underneath. Taufik spins around, only to be hit by forearm shots. Taufik is forced back into the ropes. Chicken bounces off the opposite side and connects with a drop kick, sending Taufik out of the ring, over the ropes.]

Thomas Simon: I can't believe this!! Chicken is back in this match!

[Chicken smiles widely and runs around the ring in celebration. He then looks outside as the crowd cheers. Taufik is beginning to stand. Chicken bounces off the ropes and slides under the bottom rope, connecting with a baseball slide that sends Taufik into the barricade. The crowd pops. He rolls out of the ring and, as Taufik is leaning on the barricade, he bigs to hit forearms to the face. Each one sending Taufik's head violently backwards. After about twelve quicks shots, he whips him into the ring.]

Bob Herman: I can't believe this...

Thomas Simon: To tell you the truth, neither do I!

[Chicken slides into the ring. He looks to the top rope and puts his arm in the air. He climbs and looks out into the arena. The crowd cheers him on. He leaps and connects with a splash. He pins.]

1...2...Kick out.

[He stands up and looks out at the audience one more time, signaling the end.]

Thomas Simon: Can Chicken close it out right here...

[Taufik stands up. Chicken runs to him and wraps his arms around the head of Taufik. He runs to the ropes, hoping to connect with "The Flying Chicken". But on his way up the ropes, Taufik catches him and throws him to the outside, slamming his worked on back on the padding. Chicken lies there a broken mess.]

Thomas Simon: What a slam to the outside!!

Bob Herman: That's all she wrote, folks.

[The referee begins the count.]

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

DING DING DING

Honey Winters: Here is your winner, "The Franchise"... TAUUFFFIIIKKKKK!!!!!

Bob Herman: I knew it.

Thomas Simon: What a match by both me!

[Taufik looks out to the audience. He smiles and leaves the ring and up the ramp. Chicken sits up in the ring as the fans cheer him. As Tasha goes to enter the ring, Biguns runs down the ring and starts screaming at her. Chicken looks on confused. He gets in between them and tells them to stop fighting. Biguns pushes Tasha but Tasha pushes back. Chicken gets squeezed between the two as the fans cheer for him. He finally puts his hands on their chest and pushes them apart. He than tells Biguns to go to the back and takes Tasha's hand. Biguns looks on confused]

Thomas Simon: did Miss Biguns just get... jealous?

Bob Herman: If Chicken plays his cards write he could have a three..

Thomas Simon: OKAY! and lets go to the back where Tim Bowers is standing by with Chris Cable

Tim Bowers: Hello I am Tim Bowers and with me at this time is one half of The Age of Arrogance he is 'The KO Kid' Chris Cable, hello Chris.

Cable: Bowers, why do you call me 'one half of' the AOA, this revolution is more than just two people, this revolution is the entire joint anyways lets get this show on the road I have a match in like two minutes.

Bowers: Will do, first question your thoughts on Andre Dixon your tag team partner for your match tonight against Real Steele and of course on your opponents for this evening.

Cable: Well it's pretty simple Bowers, there is a reason why our worlds champ and the man who is running this show in Johnny Clash signed a man like Andre Dixon and that is because 1. He is a beast 2. Well anyone on the wrong end of that truck gets squashed, look at the little girls we have taken out, Ash Soulsfate, Trey Baxter, Madd Katt all who have been dealt the dead man's hand by Dixon. You put that with a running freight train in Chris Cable and you have yourself the combination which will squash any opponent.

Bowers: And your opponents for tonight in Real Steele?

Cable: I was getting to that skinhead!! Real Steele are nothing compared to the Age of Arrogance or the likes of Clash, they are nothing more than stepping stones, stones which I will walk over on my journey with of course The Sin City Champ Drake Hunter as we climb to the top of the mountain where of course lays what the AOA are after, the truth which than can be spread to the millions because at the moment it's obvious their small little heads cannot comprehend the truth being told to them without the lies which cover what we are trying to tell everyone.

Bowers: Funny you speak of the Top of Mountain because in only a couple of weeks time it is the Rumble match at Army of One and the winner of course getting a shot at whoever is champion at a later date, what is your strategy going in, what preparation is being done?

Cable: That one's easy, nothing. Drake and I already know what we are coming up against at Army of One. We both know what it's like to be in Battle Royals, we know how to survive and we are going to use that knowledge with of course our supreme wrestling skills to lead us to victory.

Bowers: But there's two of you? Only one can win, how will you to work together say if you are the last ones in?

Cable: The thing that the AOA has over the rest of the company, the rest of the wrestling world is that well of course we are not blinded from the truth but also we work in a tandem, we know our priority's and if....when we get to Army of One and we are the last two standing of course I will give the oppurtunity to the man who leads this change, the man who realised what was wrong with this corrupt wrestling industry in the Technical Messiah Drake Hunter.

Now if you excuse me I have some bugs to squash.

[Bowers looks at Cable who walks off set]

Match 4

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing the competitors:

[As the heavy guitar riffs of Thousand foot Krutch's Welcome to the Masqurade starThomas Simon 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 spotlighThomas Simon 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]

Winters: Coming down the ramp weighing 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]

Winters: And their opponenThomas Simon! They are the team of ANDRRRE DIXXXOONN, AND CHRRRRIIIISS CAAABBLLLEE!!!

["Before I Forget" by Slip Knot plays and Chris Cable to the boos of the fans makes his way to the stage doing a 360 degree turn following to strike the air with his elbow. Meanwhile, behind him, Andre Dixon stands there for a moment and looks around at the fans before he throws both arms high in the air and both move towards the ring. Cable reaches the ring and stands in the middle doing the same 360 turn followed by showing his elbow, this time through red fireworks fly off in the corners, while Dixon slides into the ring and throws two fisThomas Simon in the air once more, standing in the centre of the ring as the music stops.]

[DING....DING....DING]

Thomas Simon: So here we go! The bell sounds and it's going to be a hard fight for Real Steele to beat this powerful team of Andre Dixon and Chris Cable, especially with all the underhanded tactics that Dixon and Cable use.

Bob Herman: What are you talking about? It's nothing more than getting a slight competitive edge, that's all.

Thomas Simon: Competitive edge my ass. I wonder what trick they'll pull today.

[Cable and Adam Steele start out in the centre of the ring, with an neck and shoulder tie up, into a headlock from Adam Steele. Cable geThomas Simon on the offensive, with multiple shoThomas Simon to the ribs, and as Adam Steele backs off, and then charges, Cable ducks, and as Adam comes back around, Cable hiThomas Simon a thumb to the eye, and geThomas Simon told off by the referee.]

Thomas Simon: See! That's what i mean, complete underhanded tactics by Chris Cable there!

Bob Herman: He was just checking to see if there was something in Adam's eye! I think it's perfectly legal.

Thomas Simon: God help us if you ever come to power Bob.

[Cable now hiThomas Simon a still right hand to Adam's gut, as he pulls him into a headlock and geThomas Simon pulled over to the turnbuckle. Adam tries to fight his way out with strikes, however Cable locks it in tight, and then hiThomas Simon an other right hand to Adam's jaw, thus releasing the headlock. Cable waiThomas Simon for Adam to face him again before he kicks him hard in the gut and locks in another headlock, wearing down the neck area.]

Bob Herman: Cable doing a wonderful job of wearing down the neck!

[Cable drags Adam Steele over to his corner and tags in Andre Dixon, who hiThomas Simon a big clobbering forearm to Adam's back, before he locks in a headlock as well. Adam tries to fight out with no avail, but as he geThomas Simon the crowd amped up, he eventually breaks out with a big back suplex. Andre releases the hold and Adam comes back with multiple right hands before he locks in a headlock of his own, but within a few seconds Andre fighThomas Simon out with multiple shoThomas Simon to the gut. Dixon then irish whips Adam to the ropes and hiThomas Simon a big time back elbow, sending Adam to the mat, and then hiThomas Simon an elbow drop, followed by a seated chin lock.]

[As Adam tries to desperately fight out of the submission, and ends up doing successfully, he turns and wrenches the arm of Dixon, pulling him into a big back elbow of his own, and another, and another, before he pulls him in and hiThomas Simon a sharp powerslam, then proceeds to cover.]

1.........

[Dixon kicks out at one, and geThomas Simon straight back to his feet, but Steele hiThomas Simon a kick to the gut to cease all momentum, then hiThomas Simon a right hand to the side of Dixon's face as he irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Adam yells to the crowd and geThomas Simon a big pop as he charges at Dixon, attempting a diving turnbuckle crossbody.]

Thomas Simon: Here we go! Adam Steele is getting fired up right here! He charges!

Bob Herman: No! Dixon caught him, and...BAM!! Ohhhh what a backbreaker!

[Dixon hiThomas Simon the big backbreaker and then goes for a cover, only to get 2. Dixon, now in control of the match, then pulls over Adam to his corner, where he seThomas Simon him up on the second turnbuckle and starThomas Simon to hammer away with right hands, only to be pushed off by Adam Steele at around six punches. However, before Adam can get any more momentum, Cable charges and hiThomas Simon a running clothesline from the apron when the referee isn't looking. Dixon raises his arms in the air in submission to the ref's warnings, as he grabs Adam Steele to his feet and kicks him hard in the gut, tagging in Cable as he places his leg on the second ropes, and Andre Dixon slams Adam Steele's head onto Cable's ouThomas Simontretched foot.]

[Cable now enters the ring and kicks Adam hard in the gut, locking in a suplex position and lifting Adam Steele high in the air as he leaves him there, dangling, before he drops him down hard in a vertical suplex. Cable then locks in an arm submission, hoping to wear down Adam Steele and isolate him from his partner.]

Thomas Simon: Cable is doing a great job of wearing down Adam Steele here, keeping him from making a tag and wearing down the body.

Bob Herman: What'd i tell you Tom? These boys are the elite, they can't be beaten.

Thomas Simon: We're still yet to see that Bob, as Adam geThomas Simon to his feet and hiThomas Simon a big dropkick!! Adam could be regaining some momentum here!

[Adam waiThomas Simon for Cable to get to his feet as he hiThomas Simon another dropkick, and another, followed by a running forearm smash while Cable is on one knee. Adam is really getting fired up now, hoisting Cable to his feet and irish whipping him against the ropes, ducking under a clothesline and then running to the opposite ropes, hitting a leaping clothesline.]

Thomas Simon: Adam Steele is now looking in control!

Bob Herman: He needs to tag in his fresh brother, otherwise he won't stand a chance.

[Just as Adam hiThomas Simon another dropkick and turns to his brother, Andre Dixon runs to their corner and pulls Matt Steele down from the apron, face first onto the apron iThomas Simonelf. He then hiThomas Simon a running clothesline, distracting the referee. Adam looks on and shouThomas Simon at Andre, but with both his and the ref's backs turned, Cable hiThomas Simon a low blow to Adam Steele, who falls to the mat, and Cable geThomas Simon the ref's attention and goes for a cover.]

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

Thomas Simon: NO! Somehow Adam Steele kicks out of the cover from Cable after that dastardly low blow! I told you Cable and Dixon were dirty players Bob!

[Cable looks shocked that Adam kicked out, and pulls him up to a standing position, motioning for a Rolling Elbow. Leaving Adam dazed in the centre of the ring, Cable runs to the ropes and spins, looking for the Rolling Elbow.]

Thomas Simon: Adam ducks!!! And big dropkick!!! And another!!! Adam is regaining that lost momentum again! And now a big clothesline!

[Adam geThomas Simon fired up, and hiThomas Simon a spinning back kick to Cable's gut as he brings Cable over to his corner and makes the tag, and Matt Steele enters the ring. Matt hiThomas Simon a big kick to Cable's gut, pulling him into a snapmare, and then hiThomas Simon a kenka kick to Cable's back. Cable is able to get to both knees, only for Matt to hit a running somersault facebuster, and Matt goes for a pin, only to get another two count.]

[Matt starThomas Simon to get fired up as he waiThomas Simon for Cable to get to his feet, and the crowd begins to get excited as he charges, looking for a running superkick. However, Cable ducks, and with Matt Steele off balance, Cable his a big elbow to the side of Matt's head, dragging him back over to Andre Dixon, where they hit a double suplex.]

Bob Herman: Cable and Dixon are working well together right here! They're looking good!

[Dixon hiThomas Simon multiple knee drops to the chest of Matt Steele, before he hauls him to his feet and pushes him against the ropes, then on the rebound hiThomas Simon a big clothesline. Andre looks out at the crowd with a serious face and geThomas Simon a reception of boos, then proceeds to lift Adam to his feet and hoist him in for a powerbomb position.]

Thomas Simon: Uh oh! Dixon could be looking to end it here!

[Dixon hauls Matt Steele into a powerbomb position, but Matt is able to get a couple of right hands in there, causing Dixon to lose balance for a moment and take a few steps over to the ropes, where Adam Steele pulls the leg of Andre Dixon to cause him to further lose balance.]

Bob Herman: Hey! That's cheating! Adam shouldn't be allowed to do that!

Thomas Simon: Really Bob? What about that low blow before? That wasn't illegal? And here comes Matt Steele! Big facebuster from the powerbomb position!!!

[Matt and Dixon are both laid out, trying to get to their feet as Matt scrambles over to his brother and Andre geThomas Simon to his feet, and Matt is able to make the hot tag, and Adam rushes into the ring, hitting a dropkick, and another, followed by a jumping clothesline and a bulldog, and suddenly the momentum has shifted. Adam waiThomas Simon for Andre to get to his feet, and then kicks him in the gut, hoisting him up into a Samoan drop position and looking for a Death Valley driver. However, before he can execute it, Cable intervenes with a shot to Adam's leg, and Adam buckles and Andre is able to escape.]

[Matt Steele then re-enters the ring and hiThomas Simon a big forearm to the jaw of Cable, who backs up to the turnbuckle, and as Andre slides out of the ring, Cable geThomas Simon to his feet and kicks Matt Steele in the gut. However, as Cable attempThomas Simon a right hand, Matt blocks and pushes Cable back, aiming for the turnbuckle. However, Cable catches the referee slightly with a fist and he goes down.]

Thomas Simon: The ref's down! The ref's down!! Oh NO!! Dixon's got a chair!!!

Bob Herman: BAM!! Big shot to Adam Steele!!!! What a noise!

Thomas Simon: This isn't right!! The ref's down and Dixon's got a chair!!

[Andre Dixon enters the ring and looks to hit a chair shot to Matt Steele's head, but the ref geThomas Simon back up and stops him, grabbing the chair and arguing with Andre Dixon near the ropes.]

Thomas Simon: Watch out Matt!

[Matt turns around and is met by a big kick to the gut by Cable, who then turns around and reaches into his trunks for something.]

Thomas Simon: What the hell is Cable doing! He's gotten something from his trunks and he's stuffing it in that elbow pad of his!! What the-OHHHH!

Bob Herman: Holy Crap!!! I think Matt Steele is out like a light!!!

Thomas Simon: Cable - the illegal man - has just stuffed some hard metal object into his elbow pad and it's knocked Matt Steele out cold!

Bob Herman: And here comes Andre Dixon to pick up the pieces! Cover!

Thomas Simon: No! Come on!

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

DING....DING....DING

Thomas Simon: You've gotta be kidding me! They cheated, AGAIN.

Bob Herman: We don't know what Cable put in his elbow pad was illegal Tommy!

Thomas Simon: Well he certainly didn't want the ref to see it, and it knocked out Matt Steele cold! I guarantee it was illegal!!!

Honey Winters: Here are you winners!!! ANNDRREE DIXXXOON AND CHRRRIIIIISS CAABBBLLLEEE!!!!

Thomas Simon: If you watch the replay ladies and gentlemen, here it is, Cable stuffs a hard metal object into that elbow pad of his and hiThomas Simon a massive elbow - with the object in it - right to Matt Steele's skull!

Bob Herman: Impressive from these two tonight!

[Come back from commercial break as the crowd is buzzing from the action so far tonight. Suddenly a familiar sound pulsates throughout the arena……

The crowd erupts as the MPW Sin City Champion Rage comes out. Noticeable by its absence is the Sin City title itself as it is still in the possession of one “Punk” Drake Hunter. Rage does his usual entrance and then once in the ring he calls for a mic as Honey Winters hands it to him.]

Rage: The usual hot crowd of crazy ass MPW fans I see!

[Crowd Pops]

Rage: I’m out here for reasons which I am about to explain to you. But first things first! You may notice that my Sin City title is still not in my possession. Well you see the age of arrogance leader Drake Hunter decided to take it back for himself a few weeks back.

[Crowd boos.]

Rage: No, no it’s ok…..I understand why he did it. Hell I’ve done it before myself. By now the old me would’ve dragged his father or mother out here and drove their head right through this mat or even the concrete outside. No remorse….I’ve made a career out of it. From James Harlow right up to *BLEEP*…….Huh still doing that huh?

[Rage shakes his head from side to side then continues.]

Rage: As I was saying I have made a career out of it. A career I am quite proud of in fact. But I think…..

[Rage pauses to clear his throat a bit.]

Rage: I think it’s time I hang it up. I just don’t have it in me anymore to compete. That fire is gone.

[Crowd has a mixed reaction.]

Rage: No, no this is actually for real. I have no reason to keep going. So Drake you can keep that title and just hold it until Bliss comes and kicks your ass for it!

[Crowd pops]

Rage: So to all of you……the fans or my “Rage-ites” it’s been a journey that I will never ever forget and I thank each and every one of you. You’ve cheered for me and you all have damn sure booed me but I want to let you all know that I have enjoyed every second of it. I have no regrets at all and I say tonight that I can finally step away from this business and know I’ve done it all……..

[The crowd instantly boo’s as MPW World Champion Johnny Clash comes out with his wife Laura Tavares in tow. Rage is shaking his head in the ring as his former TWI partner struts down the ramp with his World title on his shoulder. Laura has a mic in hand as they get in the ring she hands him the mic. The crowd delivers a huge chorus of boos.]

Johnny Clash: Yes, yes I know you all love me but for once I’m not here to trade barbs with useless morons like yourselves. Now did my ears deceive me or did you just retire?

Rage: No you heard right….

Johnny Clash: So what is this now like you five hundredth time you’re retiring?

Rage: Yeah you know I figure if I retire a few more times I could come close to how many times it took you to beat Trey Baxter for that title.

[The crowd laughs as Johnny steps back noticeably angered by the comment.]

Johnny Clash: Joking until the end huh? Always the funny guy…..haha…….well you want to know what I find humorous? Your sorry excuse for a career! The fact that your knees are so weak you couldn’t carry a company on your back if it weigh three pounds!!!

Rage: Oh that’s why you’re out here? Too try and poke fun at me more?

Johnny Clash: That is not the reason no…..it’s merely a perk! No you see you said something that made my jaw drop back there…..You said…that you can step away from this business and know that you’ve done it all……really? You’ve done it all huh?

Rage: What did you just come to the ring to remind of what I just said?

Johnny Clash: One of the reasons yes….you know you old people and your Alzheimer’s…..I’m also here to remind you that you have not done it all!

Rage: Look man I’ve told you before I don’t want a shot at Laura…..the line up is just way to long….

Laura Tavares: WHAT?!?!?

[Johnny holds back a visibly upset Laura as he calms her down and turns back around to Rage.]

Johnny Clash: Listen to me you washed up piece of crap! You were nothing last year until I started True Wrestling Icons! I made you relevant again…..you don’t get to quit until I say so!
So I have a proposition for you before I allow you to walk away from this business………hang on……Arggghhh this thing is heavy…..here can you hold it for awhile?

[Clash goes to hand Rage the title then pulls it back right away.]

Johnny Clash: Oh wait what was I thinking? You’d just end up dropping it like every title you’ve ever won! Here babe, hold this a minute….

[Clash hands his belt to Laura and takes off his suit jacket.]

Johnny Clash: Pleasantries are over now….What I’m talking about Rage is the one match that can make you or break you. Well it will break you for sure. I’m talking about going one on one with me! Johnny Motherfucking Clash!!!

Rage: One on one?

Johnny Clash: Uh huh

Rage: With you?

Johnny Clash: Good God am I talking to Taufik? You and me for the very first time!

Rage: Look Clash….as tempting as it may sound….I came out here to retire and that is exactly what I intend to do. So No….no match I’m done. Now I appreciate it if you have one ounce of decency left in you. You will respect my career and allow me one last time to enjoy myself in this ring.

Johnny Clash: Ok…..you’re right and you and I go back quite a ways so you can have your moment. Laura let’s go and leave the fossil to be stared at. But Rage this is MY ring….remember that once you leave this ring you are no longer an employee of MPW!

Rage: Just shut up for once and leave me the hell alone you titanic sized douchebag!

[Rage and Johnny stare down as Clash slowly gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp with Laura. They go back through the curtains as “Cryin’ like a Bitch” blares and Rage poses for the crowd. He walks around the ring high fiving and getting pats on the back from fans. Rage heads up the ramp and turns around walking backwards thanking all the fans. Slow tears are seen falling from Rage’s eyes as he stands atop the ramp admire the applause and admiration from the fans. He mouths “Thank you” to the crowd. He takes one last deep sigh and does his famous pose one last time as he finishes his pose he is nailed in the back of the head by Johnny Clash using the championship belt! The crowd boos as Clash stands over a fallen Rage as he leans down and the camera zooms in.]

Johnny Clash: I told you that you don’t get to leave unless I say so! I always have the last word you old piece of garbage!

[Clash drops his title to the side and helps Rage up setting him up for the Bloodline.]

Thomas Simon: NO CLASH NOT ON THE RAMP!!!!
[Clash hoists Rage up and slams him back down driving his face into the steel ramp with a Bloodline. The crowd boos as Clash looks to the side of the ramp and sees the pyrotechnic control panel.]

Johnny Clash: Let’s send the old man out with One Last Run?

Bob Herman: Wait….Johnny NO!!!! THIS IS ENOUGH!!! SOMEONE COME PLEASE HELP!

Thomas Simon: Is he really? OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!

[Clash picks up Rage’s lifeless body and sets him on his shoulder pointing towards the control panel.]

Johnny Clash: See ya later old man!

Thomas Simon & Bob Herman: NO!!!

[Clash then runs and slips Rage into the tombstone piledriver position as he leaps off driving Rage head first into the pyro control panel as it collapses and sparks fly up. Clash rolls off right away and gets up trying to shake loose the impact but he has a sickening smile on his face. MPW officials rush out to check on Rage who is lying unconscious in the broken panel. Sparks continue to flare off whenever an official gets close. Camera pans back to Clash and he is back up on the ramp and lifts his world title in the air with an evil smirk as the fans are all silent left in shock. Bob Herman rushes over to check on Rage and yells at Clash.]

Bob Herman: What the hell is wrong with you Johnny?

[Clash stares at Bobby and laughs to himself walking to the back.]

Thomas Simon: Fans I have no words right now…..Look we have to take a commercial break and we will have an update on Rage as seen as possible…….I’m going to be sick…

Match 5

Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a non title match.

Introducing first from Tampa Florida standing at 5'6 and the reigning MPW Television Champion of the world she is ROXI JOHNSON

"Outsider" 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.

Introducing second from Melbourne, Australia standing at 5'11 he is one half of the Age of Arrogance DRAKE HUNTER!

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.

Thomas Simon: What a match this is going to be, one man Drake Hunter who carries around the Rage's Sin City title and along with Chris Cable and the help of the world champ and his associate Andre Dixon has been on quite the roll of late. But he's opponent tonight is none other than the TV champ, she is a wrestler who talking of rolls has been on a massive one with Roxi Johnson beating nearly everyone in her path.

Bob Herman: Jees Thomas you always gets your stuff wrong! Drake Hunter isn't carrying Rage's title, he is carrying around his own because in a couple of weeks time those two will face eachother with that title on the line and we already 'The Technical Messiah' will walk out with that belt around his waist still.

Thomas Simon: Well no more time for chit chat lets get this match on the road!!

DING DING

[Drake and Roxi circle eachother for a second before both lock up, Roxi slides under quickly getting Hunter into a hammerlock behind his back, Drake is quick to counter by ducking under and locking in a hammer lock of his own, Roxi than follows by another roll under but this time grabs the ankle of Drake pulling it in the same motion flooring Punk. Drake realising the danger scrambles to the bottom rope where he clings on. Roxi tries to approach Drake but the ref gets in-between them. Drake gets back to his feet and when Roxi finally is allowed to approach Drake, Punk sees it coming and hits a huge roundhouse kick which downs Roxi holding her head. Drake gets to his knees looking to the crowd smirking]

Thomas Simon: Oh what a kick!!

Bob Herman: Everyone on twitter right now #NextSinCityChamp!!!

Thomas Simon: Sometimes Bobo..

[Drake now picks Roxi up and knees her in the sternum before dragging her hair first into the corner where Punk unloads with right hands until Roxi is down sitting on the bottom turnbuckle where he lands one lethal right kick straight to the upper chest on Roxi, the sound echo's around the arena while Roxi rolls on the ground in pain holding her chest. Drake now methodically stomps away at Roxi first in her two knees and then one big stomp place right below the chin. Drake now drags Roxi back to the middle of the ring where he picks her up knees her in the chest two more times before locking in an abdominal stretch, while in the hold Drake elbows the stretched chest area adding on further pain]

Thomas Simon: Look at this pacing by Drake Hunter, he saw a small window to attack earlier on and ever since in such a small amount of time has done so much damage to Roxi!

[After a few seconds and the chants behind her Roxi with her spare leg stomps on the foot of Drake which makes him release the hold and also hold his toe in pain. The crowd begin to laugh as Drake looks to have become aggravated at that and turns around to face a groggy Roxi who has just gotten up from her knees and flattened her with a running dropkick right to the chin.]

Bob Herman: And that's why you don't anger Punks, they'll hurt you.

[Drake covers Roxi

1......2. kickout

Drake now gets Roxi back to her feet where he lands one right kick straight to the gut before snapmaring her so she is in the seated position before Drake goes to the second rope where he jumps off quickly hitting another dropkick this one though aimed at the forehead, Roxi holding her face in pain is on the mat while Drake pops up after the aerial kick and spreads his arms out to the crowd which brings on a chorus of boos.

Drake covers again

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

the crowd cheer as Roxi kicks out]

Thomas Simon: As we say nearly every week Bob, Roxi always finds a way to kickout all the time, he has one of the biggest pain thresholds we have seen and she will continue to do that tonight

Bob Herman: But though she is coming up against the Punk something that she will not be used to because as you just saw with that diving kick there is a reason he had 1) the largest undefeated streak in NYCCW and of course 2) a former world champion multiple times.

[Drake begins to look a little frustrated at the referee as he now gets Roxi too the seated position again but this time locks in a body scissors centre of the ring. The crowd now begin to chant for Roxi again as she looks to break out of the hold, Drake realising this releases the hold momentarily before getting up to his feet and landing a NFL punt like kick straight to the back, now Drake proceeds to shush the crowd while putting a finger to his mouth which just brings on more boos. Drake now circles Roxi before jumping down and locking in a ground headlock. The hold is on again for a little while before Roxi starts slamming her foot on the ground which with the help of the crowd pumps her up and is able to get to a vertical basis whilst Drake has the headlock in place. Roxi now elbows Drake in the stomach twice which makes him release the hold. Roxi now while Hunter stumbles off holding his rib section runs off the ropes hitting one clothesline, Drake gets up quickly and is met by another.]

Thomas Simon: Here come Roxi Johnson!

[Roxi now waits for Drake who gets up a little slower this time and connects with a running dropkick that down Drake, now Roxi in a very fast pace climbs to the top rope just in time to meet Drake Hunter who is getting up with a diving hurricanarana

cover

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

The crowd look in disappointment as Punk is able to kick out. Roxi who is back on her feet appeals to the crowd before calling for something, she gets behind Drake and jumps off the second rope]

Thomas Simon: Reality Bites might be on the way and the end of this match!!

[Drake is able to dodge out of the way, Roxi lands awkwardly which allows Drake to kick the back of Roxi's leg before connecting with the Iron Foot]

Bob Herman: Screw the Reality Bites, the Iron Foot just connected and Drake has this in the bag!

[Drake now hooks both legs for the cover

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

Thomas Simon: OH MY hear this crowd and the look on Drake's face as Roxi kicked out of Drake's move!

[Drake now stands up shocked at first but now realises he can finish it, Drake does his Go to Sleep taunt before waiting for Roxi to stand up, she is slow to her feet and is met by Drake holding her in a cutter position before attempting the DIA, but Roxi is able to push Drake off as he lands on his feet after the flip off the top rope, Roxi then quickly jumps off the second rope and connects with the Reality Bites]

Thomas Simon; REALITY BITES CONNECTS, ROXI SLOWLY TO THE COVER

Bob Herman: NOOO

1..........2.......thre...KICKOUT OH MY GAWD WHAT A MATCH

Jees how did Drake kick out of a move that Roxi has put so many away with including Laura last week!

[Drake and Roxi are both slow to get to there feet, the crowd are behind Roxi as she trades blows with Drake, they go one for one in right hands before Roxi blocks a wild shot by Drake and strings together 4 or 5 rights, she looks to have the advantage and is pumped up but out of nowhere another huge roundhouse by Drake, he now grabs the groggy Roxi and sets up for the DIA]

Bob Herman: Oh what a move by the next Sin City Champ, DIA Time!

[Drake hits it and the fans boo. He pins her]

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

Honey Winters: here is your winner, Drake Hunter!

[The fans boo as Drake stands over Roxi. He takes the Sin City title and the Television Title and holds them up. He holds the Sin City higher than the Television and drops the TV belt on Roxi. He exits the ring]

Thomas Simon: What disrespect by Drake Hunter

Bob Herman: hes our greatest Sin City Champ

Thomas Simon: For the last time Bob he's not champ!

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Brandon Nytrus, Nikki Schott and Aaron "Stone" Cruz!

[Once they make their way down the ramp and into the ring, Brandon grabs a microphone and the music dies down.]

Brandon: Kuk. I'm gonna be simple and to the point, tomorrow, at Unsanctioned, you and I are going into that match with much more than just to face each other to settle the score. We are facing each other to determine who truly is the King of X-Core. Sure, I'm the Duke of Xtreme... But that can easily change with a simple, one... Two... Three.

[Aaron and Nikki both smile. Nikki moves up and grabs the microphone.]

Nikki: Kuk, you and your fat rat of a girlfriend, Rebecca have really gotten Brandon, Aaron and I's nerves. You see, she hasn't done anything, it's been you and we get that. But just seeing her fat, disgusting face every time you open your mouth just makes us sick. And another thing, we--

[Nikki is interrupted by "Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad" by blessthefall. They look to the stage where Kuk comes out. He's holding a microphone.]

Kuk: Brandon... Nikki... Brandons girlfriend.

[Aaron gets pissed and grabs the microphone out of Brandon's hand.]

Aaron: Listen you blubbering idiot. I am Aaron "Stone" Cruz. The "Stoned Faced Cruzah", the man--

Kuk: Shuteeeeee!

[The crowd cheers. Aaron puts the mic down and looks blankly at Kuk. Clearly pissed.]

Kuk: You see, you can come out here and make fun of my girlfriend, who I might add has never been on camera, but the fact of the matter is you won't be able to beat me. You can try and attempt to become the "King of X-Core", but you are going to drop the ball like you do on everyone big chance you get.

[The crowd cheers. Brandon and the other two are having a heated conversation, obviously about Kuk.]

Kuk: But Brandon, you're right about one thing, tomorrow night when we go into Unsanctioned only one of us will walk out. And he will be known as the King of X-Core.

[Brandon smiles a bit.]

Brandon: What? You don't think I know that? Kuk every single night for the past two weeks I've been thinking about stepping in this ring with you tomorrow night.

Kuk: You think about me at night? Wow Brandon, I knew you and your girlfriend were going steady, but in front of your beard of a boyfriend, Nikki? Really? I don't think tonight, right here is the time nor the place for you to officially come out.

[The crowd laughs. Brandon flips out and tries to leave the ring but Aaron and Nikki hold him back. Once Brandon is away and settling, Aaron moves to the ropes and points to him and yells some things out.]

Kuk: Woah, calm down girl. I'm only fucking with you! But when you're freaking the hell out like that, maybe my jokes have some truth behind em.

[Brandon moves to the ropes.]

Brandon: KUK, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF, YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!! TOMORROW NIGHT, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR DAMN HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!

[Kuk smiles and stands up.]

Kuk: See you tomorrow night, chicka!

[Brandon freaks out in the ring. He stops and then turns to the stage.]

Brandon: Brick!!! What about Brick!?!?

[Kuk stops with his back turned to the ring. He looks over his shoulder. He turns around.]

Kuk: What about Brick?

[Brandon has a wide grin on his face now.]

Brandon: You know about Brick. How, after the two of you split up he went in to his first company and won the world title and became a huge success. He got to stay in his company. You have to travel to different companies and scrap for success. You've been in more companies than guys have been in your whore of a girlfriend.

[The crowd "ooo!!!!"'s. Kuk's jaw has dropped. He scratches his chin and looks up at Brandon.]

Kuk: And?

Brandon: You're jealous. You're jealous of Brick and you put up this wall of insecurity. This wall of fake confidence. That's why you insult everyone. That's why you're an ass hole. You want to be this rough and tough, extreme wrestler. When all you can do is think about Brick, holding that World Championship up in the air. And you're down here, losing title shot after title shot, like me.

[Kuk's face turns from shocked to confused.]

Brandon: Oh yeah, I'm comparing us. But Kuk, like you said, it's all fun and games before this match. It's tomorrow that counts.

[Kuk looks at the ground and chuckles.]

Kuk: You're right, Brandon. You are absolutely right. I am "jealous of Brick". You truly are an idiot, aren't you? Brick and me are on perfectly good terms. He's got his business I got mine. He's won two World titles, I've won about five or six. So, jealousy is not a factor here. The fact of the matter is this. Tomorrow night, we go to war. And only one will be walking out of Unsanctioned with the win under his belt and be remembered as the King of X-Core. THAT, my hairy little friend, will be the Hardcore Reject, KUK Killswitch!

["Guys Like you Make Us Look Bad" begins to play again while Kuk begins to leave.]

Brandon: Good luck.

[He smiles as Kuk leaves. "Strong Arm Broken" plays as the scene fades on Brandon, Nikki and Aaron.]

Match 6

[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. She gets to the ring and pulls herself up to the ropes.]

Honey Winters: Making her way to the ring, from Toronto Ontario Canada, Bliss!

[She grabs a hold of the top rope and flips herself into the ring. She walks toward the Corner and pulls herself to raise an arm to the crowd (crowd cheers) Bliss moves to the opposite corner and does the same (crowd cheers) She moves to the centre and goes into a split.]

Bob Herman: this is my favorite part of the night!

[Going Under by Evanescence hits as the crowd boos. Laura struts out on to the stage in her gold and blue attire. She climbs between the ropes and stares in to Blisses face. The bell rings and as they circle each other Bliss runs towards Laura. Laura climbs between the ropes and puts her hands up. The ref stands between them as he breaks it up. Laura completely steps outside the ring on to the apron. The crowd boos her as Bliss tells her to bring it. Laura tells Honey Winters to hand her a microphone. She yells at her to move faster and takes the microphone.]

Thomas Simon: What is Laura doing? There is a match going on!

[Laura stays on the apron and walks down it towards the ramp side.]

Laura Tavares: All of you sheep out there cheer this blonde bimbo on. Her fake funbags, her fake tan, her fake attitude. This is the girl that spit on all of you only two months ago. This is the same girl who was out of control and rolled with Blood Runs Cold yet you still cheer her. I took you out for a reason Bliss! I took you out because you are worthless. You are as useful as the gum on the bottom of these idiots shoes here.

[The fans still boo Laura]

Laura Tavares: But you boo a real Goddess like me. A real Queen. I am the Queen of MPW and I am the dominant Diva. You don't deserve to even be in the same ring with me you whore!

[The fans yell OH! as Bliss's face turns red. She runs at Laura and swings at her but Laura jumps down. The referee tells her to get back in the ring as the fans boo her. The referee stats counting as Laura walks up the ramp backwards]

Thomas Simon: Laura is high tailing it

Bob Herman: She shouldn't have to waste her time on Bliss

Thomas Simon: She's scared of her!

[Laura stands on top of the ramp and Laughs. The fans boo her and she turns around. As she turns around she is hit with a massive clothesline]

Thomas Simon: OH MY GOD!

[Laura lays on the stage unconcious as the camera pans out and sees the face of the attacker. It is a muscular woman who stands over Laura breathing heavily.]

Bob Herman: Oh wow, She is huge!

[From behind the woman comes a smaller blonde woman with a crown in her haid. She places it on her head as the crowd looks confused. Bliss looks confused as well as the scene cuts to commercial]

MAIN EVENT

["Sticks and Bricks" by A Day to Remember hits and tJ Pain walks out from behind the curtain after the intro with Roxxanne close behind. He walks to the end of the stage and riases the "Devil horns" up on his right hand. A blast of red pyro goes off behind him and Roxxanne and they are headed down the ramo before the smoke settles.]

Freddy Class: "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 while Roxxanne takes the stairs. He holds the ropes open for her and follows her into the ring. He takes to the second turnbuckle and riases his right fist before mouthign off more at the fans and jumping down.]

[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.]

Freddy Class: "And his opponent in this main event of the evening hailing from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds...he is ASSHHHHH SOULSFATEEEEE!!!

[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 the beginning of the match.]

Thomas Simon: Here we go Bob. I think this is going to be a great main event!

Bob Herman: Hopefully! What's the chances that TJ Pain hands Ash his first MPW loss here tonight?

Thomas Simon: The way Ash has been wrestling I don't know if anyone can beat the guy right now.

[The bell rings and the two walk towards each other to get the main event of the night underway. TJ immediately charges at Ash and goes for a clothesline but Ash is able to duck under it. Ash bounces off the ropes and hits TJ with a clothesline of his own that sends TJ down. TJ quickly makes his way back to his feet but is met by a boot of Ash to the midsection followed by a DDT. Ash picks up TJ and irish whips him into the corner. Ash then backs up to the opposite corner, charges at TJ, and nails him with a hard corner splash. TJ falls straight forward face first into the mat.]

Thomas Simon: Ash looking impressive once again.

Bob Herman: Has TJ even got a hit in yet?

Thomas Simon: Not yet...but i don't think this one is anywhere near over yet.

[Ash climbs up to the top rope and waits for TJ to make his way back to his feet once again. As he does Ash jumps off the top rope and connects with the back of TJ's head with a brutal missile dropkick that sends TJ flying over the top rope and out of the ring completely. Ash waits for TJ to make his way to his feet again and once he does springs himself over the top rope and connects with a cross body that sends TJ to the ground again.]

Bob Herman: I know some people might not like the guy but there's no denying Ash has got some serious talent.

Thomas Simon: That's true. I think he's got a big future in this business. But TJ's no slouch either.

[Ash picks up TJ, slams his head onto the apron, and then rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Ash once again climbs up to the top rope. Ash jumps off and hits TJ with a frog splash. Ash stays on top of TJ for the pin! 1...2..Kickout!]

Bob Herman: I can't believe he just kicked out of that!

Thomas Simon: TJ is one tough son of a bitch that's for damn sure!

Bob Herman: That's true, TJ isn't done yet.

Thomas Simon: Ash thought he could make quick work of TJ but that might not be the case.

[Ash argues with the ref saying that he counted to slow. Meanwhile Ash is arguing with the referee TJ has finally made his way to his feet. As Ash turns to pick TJ up off the mat he is met by a big boot right in the face! Ash goes down hard! TJ picks Ash up and irish whips him into the ropes. Ash bounces off the rope and as he comes back TJ picks him up and slams him down hard on his back with a spinebuster.]

Thomas Simon: TJ has now taken control of the match!

Bob Herman: We knew he was going to make a move at some point!

[TJ bounces off the rope and then connects with a leg drop on Ash's neck. Ash grabs his neck in pain but is still able to make his way to his feet. TJ kicks Ash in the stomach and then grabs a hold of his head. He picks him up high in the air before dropping him down on his head with a brainbuster! Ash is in some serious pain now! TJ thinks about going for the pin but decides against it. He picks Ash up, grabs him by the side, and slams him down on his back with a russian leg sweep. TJ quickly gets up and waits for Ash to slowly make his way to his feet. TJ waits and seems to be ready to end the match.]

Bob Herman: Is TJ about to try and end this match?

Thomas Simon: Could he be the first to beat Ash?

[As Ash turns around to face TJ he is hit with a superkick! Superkick right in the face! Ash goes down hard once again! TJ hooks his leg for the pin! 1...2...Kickout!]

Thomas Simon: Ash somehow kicks out!

Bob Herman: This guy never quits!

Thomas Simon: Ash is able to kickout even though he seemed to have been knocked out by that kick to the face!

[TJ is frustrated that he wasn't able to get the win. TJ picks Ash up and hits him with a few elbows to the face before irish whipping Ash into the ropes. As Ash bounces off the rope TJ tries to go for a hard clothesline but Ash is able to duck under the arm of TJ, bounce off the ropes once again, and then hit TJ with a dropkick to the back. Both men make their way up to their feet quickly.]

Thomas Simon: No matter who wins this has been one hell of a match!

Bob Herman: Even I can't argue with that!

[Ash bounces off the rope and hits TJ with a clothesline that sends TJ back down this time TJ isn't able to get up so quickly. Before TJ is able to make his way to his feet kicks him in the stomach which sends TJ spinning back to the ground. TJ is able to make his way to his feet but as soon as he does is hit with a double arm DDT. Ash wastes no time as he picks up TJ, who swings his right hand trying to punch Ash in the face. Ash is able to duck under the punch, before bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a hard spear to TJ!

Bob Herman: Not the spear!

Thomas Simon: You know what's next!

Bob Herman: Adios...

[Ash waits as TJ slowly makes his way to his feet and as soon as he does Ash kicks him in the stomach and then quickly hits him with Adios Motherfucker in the middle of the ring! Ash hooks TJ's leg for the pin! 1...2...3!]

Thomas Simon: Yet another impressive win for Ash Soulsfate! Can anyone beat this guy?

Bob Herman: Johnny Clash can!

Thomas Simon: I don't know about that but I hope we get to find out...

[As Ash's music plays and he celebrates his win with the X-Core title over his shoulder, Johnny Clash walks out and the fans erupt in boo's]

Johnny Clash: Cut the music. Cut this damn music. We have business to take care of

[Ash puts his hands on his hips as the fans continue to boo. The music stops and Johnny steps in to the ring in his typical suit and the World Championship over his shoulder.]

Johnny Clash: congratulations you beat TJ Pain.. who the hell hasn't.

[The fans boo as Ash stares a hole through him]

Johnny Clash: Now I have been waiting two hours for a decision Ash. You have been avoiding me but now you're here and i'm here and I want an answer!

Bob Herman: Rightfully so!

Johnny Clash: What will it be Ash? Am I kicking your ass at Army of One or are you going to stay in the lower card and continue with your ridiculous little stunts in the X-Core Division?

[The fans boo as Ash looks at the X-Core belt]

Johnny Clash: What? You can't talk? Let me answer for you "No Johnny I'm scared you might beat me so bad!" Am I right?

[Ash looks at Johnny than his title again]

Thomas Simon: Ash worked hard for that title. Remember the King of The Mountain Match?

Bob Herman: Yeah I remember...

Johnny Clash: SPIT IT OUT ASH!? WHAT WILL IT BE!?

[Ash gets back in Johnny's face and holds up the X-Core Championship as the crowd cheers]

Thomas Simon: I think he made his decision! He's keeping the X-Core title!

Bob Herman: What a dumbass! He's afraid of Clash

Johnny Clash: That's just what I thought. You are a coward and a little bitch just like the rest of them.

[Clash turns around and points to the stage]

Johnny Clash: There is not a single human being back there in that locker room that can ever stand up to the great Johnny Clash! Look what happened to Rage earlier! It's a prime example

[The crowd gets fired up as Ash loads up behind Johnny with the belt in his hand]

Johnny Clash: You are all pathetic! Especially you Ash.....

[As Johnny turns around to point at Ash, Ash runs and hits him with the X-Core title. The fans pop as Johnny gets laid out on the mat.]

Thomas Simon: NOW WE HAVE ASHES DECISION! JOHNNY IS LAID OUT!

Bob Herman: Now he's a dumbass for sure!

[Ash takes the X-Core title and kisses it before throwing it on top of Johnny. He picks up Johnny's World Title and stares in to it.]

Thomas Simon: Ash could be looking in to his future!

[Ash looks a the crowd who roars their approval and holds up the belt. The fans go balistic as Ash points to the Army of One banner in the rafters]

Thomas Simon: What a TNT! We will see you at Army of One!

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