Dark Match: Chris Gibson vs. Slade Sawyer

Overview: Chris Gibson gets off to a slow start as the fans eat up Slad Sawyer. Sawyer immediately gets off on the right foot and stays on the aggression for the remainder of the match. At 5:43 Sawyer hits the Bourbon Bomb on Gibson and pins him for the one two three.

Winner: Slade Sawyer

Reaction: Chris Gibson put the fans to sleep and it seemed like he didn't even show up. The fans loved Slade Sawyer as they chanted his name the entire match and he played to the crowd. Sawyer has a huge future in MPW

[The scene flashes back to a slow motion clip of the Army of One Match. The final contestants, Tristan Slater and Drake Hunter face off as they look up at the "Road 2 Glory" sign in the rafters. Kings and Queens by 30 Seconds to Mars kicks in as the scene flashes clips of the two battling it out to be crowned winner. Hunter finally eliminates Slater and drops to his knees]

Bob Herman: He did it! Drake Hunter is going to Road 2 Glory!

Thomas Simon: I can't believe it!

[The music dies down as all that is heard is a heart beat. Ash Soulsfate walks on to the stage and looks at Drake Hunter as he celebrates. The two stare at each other as the scene fades]

Thomas Simon: Welcome to TNT everyone! We are hot off the heels of Army of One Live on Pay Per View!

Bob Herman: And what an event it was. My man, Drake Hunter took it all!

Thomas Simon: Don't forget about Ash Soulsfate winning the World Title from Johnny Clash! Order the replay right after TNT folks so you don't miss a beat.

'PsychoSocial' plays over the PA as Drake Hunter and Chris Cable come to the MPW stage where they do the 'handshake of arrogance' before strolling to the ring to the chorus of boos which surround the stadium. Chris Cable holds the MPW Tag Team title on his shoulder as Chris now stands on the apron and Drake on the second turnbuckle outside the ring doing there signature poses, Drake and Chris now both get mics and wait for the crowd to quiet down.

Drake Hunter: Well It's obvious everyone here loves up tonight Chris.

[The two laugh as the crowd begin chanting insults towards the AoA]

Hunter: As you know we are the Age of Arrogance and only one week ago we took this company by the balls and it's only centimetres before they are ripped off and then Arrogance can come in and rebuild this place. Now I'm sure that most of you watch Army of One where not only did my companion 'C Double' win the tag team titles but I, Drake Hunter the prodigy, the Technical Messiah beat 29 other men to walk out of Army of One as the NEW number one contender to the world title. Ash Soulsfate you might have won at Army of One but all you are doing is keeping that title warm for me, but right now isn't about the world title, this is about the Age of Arrogance growing and being able to dominant even further.

Cable: Well put Drake because last week you saw the most dominant tag team EVER in professional wrestling do exactly what we said we would do, we told you the AoA would take every title precious to all you people, last night we took two huge steps. of course though I am only one half of the tag team champions and as Drake said the Age of Arrogance will grow and become the super power of this corrupt and blinded business. I'll let you do the introductions Drake.

Drake: Thank you Cable because I would like to introduce all to a man who is even stronger and bigger than anyone ever in MPW history, a man who could pick up a whole car and squash his opponents with it, he is one half of the tag team champion, grease monkeys let me introduce you to....ANDRE DIXON!!!!

['Psychosocial' plays again as the crowd begins to boo loudly again as Andre Dixon with the tag team title on his shoulder looks at the crowd before walking into the ring where he shakes the hand of Drake and then Cable, Drake than proceeds to hand the microphone to Andre]

Dixon: All my life I have been dominant, I have been able to walk into any situation and smash my way out. No one has ever been able to stop me in my path and that's when I saw the most dominant two guys in wrestling history, one "The Prodigy" the other "The KO Kid" I knew I had to be apart of something special. Most of you idiots probably don't know this now but the Age of Arrogance is right, everything these two fine gentlemen stand for is exactly what is wrong with this disgusting and vile place we call MPW.

[The crowd starts jeering again over the last remarks by Dixon]

Dixon: Look at us now, Cable and I the most dominant tag team in the history of pro wrestling and Drake Hunter the man who will soon hold the world title!

[Dixon hands the mic back to Drake]

Drake: On that point Dixon you are right! Soon the world title will be under the title of Drake Hunter and the thing that all you people look for at the beginning and end of each show will be around my waist! It will be SWEET DREAMS for the rest of MPW when at Road to Glory the AoA turn this place once and for all into Millennium PUNK Wrestling!! Now Chris please finish us off.

[Cable smiles as he is handed the mic]

Cable: AND THAT IS THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO CHR........THE AGE OF ARROGANCE!!!!

[The AoA music hits again as the three hold up each others hands to the huge amount of heat coming towards the three as they exit the ring and go to the back]

[The scene open backstage as Johnny Clash stares at the Tv with his arms folded. The fans boo as he watches intently. Laura walks in and stands next to him. She puts her hand on his arm]

Johnny Clash: Those are my guys. That's why I hand picked them

Laura Tavares: Didn't you yell at them just last night?

Johnny Clash: They are like my children. Have to show them tough love. It won't happen again. They made sure of it.

Laura Tavares: Do you trust them?

Johnny Clash: I would trust these men with my life.

Laura Tavares: Well Johnny, what are we going to do about that Ice chick.. or dude? I don't know im not really sure what it is. But something needs to be done.

Johnny Clash: Don't you worry baby. I suspended Ice for one week. She won't be here until next week so we have time to plan something.

Laura Tavares: Just a week? What am I supposed to do next week when she comes back? No one is safe! I swear I bet Bliss put her up to this

Johnny Clash: Listen Listen. Just stay by me and everything will be fine. We don't have to worry about it until next week. And if it happens again we sue her ass for everything she's worth

Laura Tavares: That's not very promising.

Johnny Clash: Just believe me on this one okay?

[Johnny hugs Laura and she nods as the scene fades to commercial]

Match 1 - #1 Contender for Television Championship

["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 begins to run to the ring to slide in, but suddenly, Tyler Rose hops the barricade and clobbers Cross over the back of the head. Rose lands a few stomps onto the gut of Cross before picking him up and sending him into the steel steps, spinning him and having the edge of the step go driving into the lower back of Cross. He picks him up once more and sends him sliding into the ring. The bell finally rings.]

Thomas Simon: Well, Tyler Rose wanted to get an advantage coming into this match!

Bob Herman: What strategy!

[As soon as his opponent is in the ring, Rose pins him.]

1...2... Kick out.

[Rose is a little frustrated and picks the innocent Cross up. He locks him up and connects with a huge DDT, sending the top of Rose's head into the canvas. Another pin.]

1...2... Kick out.

[Rose stands and locks Cross into a single legged Boston Crab.]

Thomas Simon: Look at this! Just picking apart the lower back of The Samurai!

Bob Herman: I know what it's like to be in this hold! I can imagine the pain this poor bastard is in right now!

[Cross scoots his way to the ropes, ever so slowly. He grabs the bottom one for dear life. The ref counts to four and a half before Rose releases the hold. After a moment, Rose drops a knee to the lower back of Cross. He screams out in pain. Another knee to the back. And another. Rose drags Cross into the center of the ring and pins him.]

1...2... Kick out.

Thomas Simon: It's been all Rose this match!

Bob Herman: And look at him! He's enjoying himself in that ring right now, Tommy!

[Rose stands and says a couple things to the fans at ringside. He is booed. As this happens, Cross is slowly getting to his knees. As soon as Rose turns around, Cross strikes the midsection. He finally gets some momentum. He bounces off the ropes, but is met with a clothesline from Rose.]

Bob Herman: Haha, Cross just can't get anything started here! Rose is just playing now!

[Rose pins Cross.]

1...2... Kick out.

[Rose is getting heated now. He picks Cross up, he Irish Whips him to the ropes, he goes down for a back body drop, but instead, he gets a boot to the face. Then, Cross steps up and connects with an Enziguri. Rose falls to the mat. A pin from Cross.]

1...2... Kick out.

[Cross gets up, slightly groggily. He climbs the ropes. He dives and connects with a leg drop across the neck of Tyler. He pins immediately.]

1...2... Kick out.

Thomas Simon: So many near-falls!

Bob Herman: Makes you wonder who will bring out that big move to end it all!

[Cross picks Rose up. Rose connects with a back chop across the chest, followed by some "woo"s. Cross does the same. They trade back chops for a couple moments. Rose gets the upper hand and kicks Cross in the gut. He bounces himself off the ropes, but Cross arm drags Tyler multiple times on rebounds. Rose stands after a moment of recuperation. He met with an axe kick to the face. Cross toys with the crowd. Setting them up.]

Thomas Simon: Nail in the Cross coming...

[The crowd claps in anticipation... Rose stands and is lifted onto the shoulders of Cross. The injured lower back of Shaun gives way and Tyler is released. Ross takes advantage and sends his opponent off the ropes. He lowers his head for a back body drop one more time, but Cross flips over and connects a Sunset Flip Powerbomb pin.]

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

DING DING DING

[Cross has his arm raised as he grabs his lower back. He slides out of the ring and up the ramp. The scene fades out.]

Honey Winters: Here is your winner, and New Number one Contender... Shaun Cross!

Thomas Simon: Shaun Cross our new number one contender for the TV title!

[Scene opens on a dressing room door, its open slightly and inside woman's voice is heard]

Voice: I really don't give a shit.

[A pause in her voice, followed by an aggravated sigh. The camera man moves closer and catches a glimpse of Tasha Jordan as she puts a finger to her lips to tell him to be quiet]

Voice: You know what Luce.. You know I love you like a sister but I don't need this right now. I did what I had to do to win MY belt back and I damn nearly made it to the end of the rumble. If you can't handle that then maybe...

[Suddenly the door opens. Bliss appears, dressed in a white crop top and jean shorts, her black and pink knee brace standing out. the Sin City belt is resting on her shoulder. She blinks slowly and sighs again, only this one is laced with anger. She stares a hole through Tasha]

Bliss: Lucy I will have to call you back. I just saw a bug I need to squish.

[Bliss ends her call and tosses her phone onto the leather loveseat in her dressing room. She frowns deeply at the red head]

Bliss: Spying on me again for your lover boy? What the fuck? Does he have this magic way of turning you on for information or something cuz last I checked you and he weren't bumping uglies

Tasha: I'm sorry... really. I went to try and get an interview and me overhearing your phone conversation...well... it came up in passing. I don't want Drake.. believe me... I actually really like Chicken and...

[Bliss interrupts her]

Bliss: Save me the harlequin romance. So... is that why you're habiting the shadows around my dressing room or did you have an actual good reason to be here?

Tasha: I was hoping to get a few words about your win last week

[Bliss smirks and shakes her head]

Bliss: Fucking vultures. That's all you people are. Fine.

Tasha: So how did it feel winning your title back after having to relinquish it 6 weeks ago?

Bliss: Well first off, Drake Hunter shouldn't have even been in the running. It should have been me and Rage duking it out. Hunter stuck his nose in business that had nothing to do with him. But it feels great to have this baby back where it belongs

[She pats the face of the belt and another slow smile spreads across her face]

Tasha: After last week there were some concerns by the fans that your knee wasn't fully healed

Bliss: I assure you and the fans that I am fully ready to be back in MPW. This brace is just a legal thing. By next week I won't even have to wear it any longer. Drake has not done anything to me. ..

[At that, the door across from them. Tasha turns just as Drake Hunter moves into the open door way. He leans against it and provides the women with a cocky arrogant smile]

Drake: My ears were burning... was someone talking about me?

[Bliss' hand moves to her left wrist and fingers the scar there. Her face gives away her anger and annoyance]

Bliss: What the hell are you doing in that locker room? I was told that Baxter was getting that one.

[Drake shrugs]

Drake: He wasn't quick enough. I wanted a bigger locker room... this one was available

[He shrugs and still smirking at her]

Bliss: So what, you're just claiming the locker room for yourself?

[Drake takes a few steps towards her and looks her dead in the eye, then at the Sin City belt on her shoulder. Bliss notices this and moves the belt a little bit higher on her shoulder.]

Drake: Damn fucking straight I am.

[Drake smirks before he takes a step back, still eyeing that Sin City title.]

Drake: I must say, that belt does look very nice wrapped around your shoulder.....

Bliss: Wow, another compliment from Mr. Hunter? Are my ears deceiving me.

Drake: Well, either way it's true.

[Drake smirks his arrogant smirk.]

Drake: But it still looks better on me.... Not that it'll matter. Tasha, why are you interviewing her when you should actually be doing your job and interviewing the best wrestler in this company - MY company.

Bliss: And you think it's you?

[Drake grins once more and laughs slightly, looking at her once more.]

Drake: That, darling, is me. The person that threw you over the top rope, just like I threw TJ over the top rope....

Bliss: Don't get cocky Drakey boy, there isn't any way you're beating Ash.

Drake: How many times do we have to go through this Kahlan? I'll tell you, I'll tell the world, hell Tasha, you can put this on your dating website tonight....

[Tasha blushes as her faces goes bright red with anger and embarrassment.]

Drake: I told you that I was going to win the rumble, I told you that I was going to rule this company, and I'm telling you now that I'm going to win that World Heavyweight championship. And though i may tell many lies, I guarantee you that is this the farthest from false.

Bliss: Don't get your hopes up there pepe, after all, you couldn't beat me...

Drake: Who ever said it was about winning on Thursday?

[Bliss looks puzzled for a second.]

Drake: I always have a master plan Kahlan. Always.

[Drake smiles that arrogant grin of his as he moves forward to once again go eye to eye with Bliss. He stays there for a moment before he leans in that his mouth is close to her ear. The camera is unable what Drake says to Bliss, but once Drake says it Bliss's features light up with anger and surprise, but before she can act Drake moves back and looks to turn back to his locker room.]

[However, he stops once again for a moment and the camera stops too, and suddenly he lunges forward with a foot looking to hit a super kick. Tasha screams as Drake's foot aims for Bliss's jaw, but Drake stops a few centimetres before his foot would collide with her face, and after the initial surprise, Bliss tries to look solid and un-fazed. Drake retracts his leg after the almost-kick and then opens the door to his new locker room.]

Drake: Guess i'll be seeing you around then....

Bliss: Not if I see you first.

[Drake smirks at her and closes the door. Tasha, looking still shaken up turns to Bliss]

Bliss: Interview is over.

[obviously pissed off she slams her own door in Tasha's face]

“Last of my kind” by Alice in Chains starts to blast into the speakers as everybody starts to jeer+ immediately as Taufik comes out with a chair in one of his hands and a microphone in the other. He walks in a slow pace and he doesn’t care what people have to say about him and when he reach somewhere near the ropes, he slides the chair to the ring and followed up with him sliding into the ring as well. He then place the chair in the middle of the ring as the sound from the speaker fades and the arena is filled nothing but the jeering of the crowd. The arena went dark except for a spotlight in the middle of the ring which the chair was place as Taufik sits down and starts to speak.

Taufik: SHUT UP!

Instead of the fans shutting up, they bring in more jeer as Taufik stands up and scream again.

Taufik: SHUT UPAND SHOW ME SOME RESPECT YOU IMBISIELS!

The fans keep jeering nonstop as Taufik finally gives up and take a seat on the chair as he continue to speak.

Taufik: People have been asking me since last week about my actions on what I did at Army of One Pay-Per-View where I superkicked Ian Andrew right in his face and cost us the titles. And every interviewer has been trying to ask me but they were all given the silent treatment by me. I’m sure everyone is wondering why I took an American under my wings and then stab him in the back. That question can be easily answered.

Taufik then take a short breather while the fans keep throwing their hate to him. He then raise the microphone to his lips as he gives out a grin on his face as he continues to speak.

Taufik: It’s nothing but just a typical American style of greed.

The jeering goes louder as Taufik stands up from the hair as he explains more on why he give them that answer.

Taufik: That’s right, its greed that what’s consuming him and that was the main reason why I did that to him. He thinks that he deserves to be in the spotlight right after winning the title or even main eventing one of TNT television shows? You’re dead wrong Andrew because if it wasn’t for me to take you under my wings, your name wouldn’t be even in the program sheets. You should be glad that I was kind enough to let an American be my disciple despite what I say about this country.

Taufik took a small pause as the fan jeer him down with a passion as he continues to speak.

Taufik: Well it wasn’t a mistake at first as we won the tag title and you actually put what you’ve learn from me into good use, but along the way your American lifestyle keep up with you and the things that I’ve taught you, you just throw it out of the window and think about yourself, you’ve cause us matches after matches and we almost lost our title to Real Steele for crying out loud. I guess that your defence in this is that you’re the one who make the pinfall victory but I’ve got to asked you this, who was the one that was dealing damage in most of the matches? Who was the one that take a beating? That person was ME!

A you suck chant broke out of nowhere as it didn’t bother Taufik as he continues to speak.

Taufik: You were just there to pick up the pieces and add in the finishing blow but even that you screw it up sometimes and I kept quiet and every single time that you score the victory for the team, you make it look like you’re the one that done all the work and that what’s makes me decided to put you in your place Andrew. If it wasn’t for me, you will be nothing; you won’t be in a title picture at all and instead of being in the ring, you would end up being future endeavoured. I saved you from that and this is how you say thanks? You’ve complained and whine that how you’re not being use ever since the last time you defended the title. Why didn’t you do something about it rather than whine about and with you saying that your intentions of eliminating me, that seals the deal and now that you’re no longer a champion and out of my sight, I hope you rot in silence and be that way from now on because you’re nothing but a pathetic loser.

“Last of my kind” starts to play in the speaker once more as Taufik walks out of the ring and heads to the back as the scene fades to black.

Match 2

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

Honey Winters: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, NV… JASON XAVIER!!!!

[He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring, he then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form.]

["Music for “Naughty, Naughty” cues and Cami James appears on top of the ramp. With a smile she starts to walk down the ramp with a partial skip. Once she gets to the ring, she climbs the stairs and gets into the ring.]

Honey Winters: And his opponent… From Chicago Illinois Making her debut… Cami James!!!!

[Cami walks down the entrance ramp and high fives fans along the way. Cami steps through the ropes. The two competitors subside for their match and prepare in each corner. Ready to pounce. The bell rings.]

Thomas Simon: One fall to a finish! Here we go! This should be a good one!

Bob Herman: Two very talented, high-flying, competitors going one on one!

[The two begin to talk trash to each other and get in each other’s faces. The two each have enough and start to battle it out. Blow after blow. Jabs and elbows, back and forth, back and forth. X gets the upper hand and knocks James to the mat with a crushing right hand. Dazed and confused, James picks herself, only to be knocked right back down to the mat by way of enziguri. The now confident Jason X starts to flex and show off to the crowd.]

Bob Herman: This guy doesn’t know what he’s doing…

Thomas Simon: Is this guy trying to be funny or something?

[Jason stays flexed and towards the crowd as Cami James slowly stands up. She turns Jason around and pops him a buzz saw kick to the side of the head and sends him flying down to the mat. The crowd cheers for James as she goes to the top rope and immediately flies off and hits a flying elbow drop. She stands up, extremely pumped up and screaming.]

Bob Herman: Wow! What an awesome couple of moves coming out of that girl right there! Awesome!

Thomas Simon: James really came to play tonight!

[James turns around and immediately goes to work on Jason. Mounting him and landing shots to the face. He climbs the ropes for a second time, but immediately, X stands and pushes her off to the outside where he is met with a thump from the padding below. Jason crumbles to the ground and rolls out of the ring. He picks James up and sends her careening into the barricade. He then gets on the apron and waits for James to stand. Once he does, he goes for a missile drop kick. He misses because James connects with a midair, moonsault dropkick that leaves the crowd in awe. James takes a second to catch her composure, she sends X into the ring and covers immediately when he slides in behind.]

1...
2...
Kick out.

[After a couple of moments, Jason stands via the ropes and James charges. X puts himself between the second and third ropes, making the ref force James off. While the ref pulls James away, Jason thumps his eye which sends him back.]

Bob Herman: Blatant cheap shot!!

Thomas Simon: No!!

[The ref pulls away without realizing and X goes for, and connects with, the X-Driver II. X makes his way for the pin and covers.]

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

Honey Winters: here is your winner, the Television Champion Jason X!

Thomas Simon: he cheated to beat Cami in her debut! Not fair!

Bob Herman: It’s only cheating if you get caught Tommy

The shot open with a view of the back entrance to the Metra Park arena. There is a wild commotion at door, where Matt and Adam Steele have arrived. The two brothers are shoving and pushing each other trying to get through the door as several members of the backstage crew try to pull them apart. After a few seconds it seems the two have calmed down as they are divided by a the crew.

Matt: I was here first!!!!

Adam: We arrived together stupid!!!

Matt: But I was the first one out the car!!!

Adam: Were not I stepped out, while you were fighting your seat belt

Matt: NO!!!

He throws himself at his brother, but is held back by security, as Adam is pointing and laughing. The younger Steele brother finally calms down again.

Matt: OK then you go first.... age before beauty.

A smile grows on Adams face as he takes a step towards the door, but then suddenly turns around again.

Adam: You saying I'm ugly?

Matt: Cant help that I got the looks in the family

This time its Adam, who charges his brother, but to no avail as security holds him back. Matt laughing it up behind the wall of security people.

Adam: Bro! You taken this to far tonight I'm gonna teach you a lesson in manners

Matt: Says the guy, who assaults people, while his zipper is open!!!

Everybody stops and looks down on Adams pants, while Matt slips by them and in through the door.

Adam: Its not open!!!... Matt?... Matt?...Maaaatttttt!!!

He turns around seeing his brother running down the corridor and quickly follows as the shot fades and we go back to ringside

Match 3

As Welcome to the Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch plays, Adam Steele bounces out on stage wearing his Reapah! Mask, going out on the edge of the stage posing to a pop from the crowd. Suddenly Matt bounces in on the left in his Jokah! Gear waving and jumping in the air to another pop. The two both moving down to the top of the ramp, where they bump into each other, they stare at each other, Adam pulls off his mask and then Matt does the same, both throwing them to the crowd as they engage in a yelling match while walking down the ramp.

Honey Winthers: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first... erm.... Real Steele!!!!!

Thomas Simon: This looks like a repeat from Army of One

Bob Herman: Those two idiots can't even enter the arena correctly

The two brothers part at ringside going opposite ways around the ring and sliding in mounting the turnbuckles, they jump down and turn to mount the opposite corner and come nose to nose blocking each others way. Finally the referee goes between demanding their split.

Thomas Simon: Well these two brothers have serious issues with each other.

Bob Herman: I guess, who of them will merry their sister is one of them

The bell rings and the two brothers start circling each other, taking turns on trying to grab the other. Finally they stop and just stare at one another, before locking up in the collar and elbow. Adam getting the upper hand pushing his brother back into the corner, th referee goes in and seperate the two. Adam, smirks as he backs off, Matt just sending him a gloomy glare as he follows and they lock up again. This time Matt gains the advantage pushing Adam back and holding him in the corner. Again there is a clean break as the two go back to the center and the lock up. Matt quickly gets Adams arm twisted into a hammerlock and parades his brother around with a big grin, but Adam turns the tables on him and does the same. A huge back elbow staggers Adam and he releases his brothers arm, Matt spins and goes for a big right, Adam does the same and a slug fest breaks out between the two exchanging hard blows.

Bob Herman: What the hell are those to morons doing, GET TO IT ALREADY!!!

Landing a huge forearm shot Adam gains control and sends Matt running into the ropes going for a body drop, but Matt rolls over the back of his brother and sends him stumbling forward with a kick in the ass. Adam spins around furiously and stares at his laughing little brother, charging him with a clothesline Matt ducks and springs into the ropes, both men running the ropes now going for clothesline without any luck. Suddenly Adam stops and starts to look up at the rafters, Matt just keeps running bouncing of either side for a few turns before stopping and joining his brother. As Matt looks up, Adam starts grinning and stomps him over the foot. The younger Steele starts jumping around on one foot as his brother is laughing at him. Then suddenly Matt stops and walks over stomping Adams foot.

Bob Herman: Is this a kindergarden brawl or a wrestling match, I really cant say!

Thomas Simon: Well the Steele brothers are not none for their conservative in ring style

Matt is laughing it up in the corner as Adam hops around on one foot. Finally Adam charges and catches Matt off guard with a clothesline in the corner and then taken his brother over with a bridging Nothernlights suplex, Matt breaks the attempt instantly going into a bridge as well. The two are back to a vertical base and Adam quickly connects with a slap across the face of his opponent. Matt gets a furious look on his face as he turns and connects with a kick to the gut of his brother and follows up with a suplex. Without wasting any motion Matt is back on his opponent dragging him to his feet and sending him staggering backwards with a European uppercut, swiftly he springs into motion and takes Adam down again with a clothesline. Matt proceeds over to the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault, but Adam gets the knees up and the air is driven out of his younger brother.

Bob Herman: Finally they seem to be taken care of business.

Swiftly Adam jumps to his feet and rolls Matt back up to a vertical base, dragging him close to the corner and driving him face first into the turnbuckle with a reverse STO.

Thomas Simon: You can't do that his your brother!!!

Adam pulls Matt back up and whips him into the opposite corner, Matt slumps down as he hits the turnbuckle back first and Adam follows up with the Steele Bomb, before dragging his kid brother out of the corner and going for the cover.

1...2... Kick out by Matt Steele, Adam looks down at his brother with a frustrated expression, then grabbing him and pulling him back up. Adam grabs his brother by the head and screams at him “THIS ENDS NOW!!!” before going behind him and lifting him up for the Adamantium Drill, but Matt rolls through and lands behind his brother, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around “NO!!!!!”, he springs into the ropes and nails Adam with the Steele Blade on the rebound, and dives in for the cover.

1...2... Adam gets his shoulder up, Matt wastes no time and scales the turnbuckles and sails off with another moonsault, Adam rolls out of the way and into the corner using the turnbuckles to get up, but Matt has him spotted lands on his hands and feet nailing Adam in the corner with a double high knee.

Thomas Simon: That's the Capt''n Crunch, Matt hasn't used that move since he was wrestling in Japan.

Quickly Matt locks his brother in an inverted headlock and drives him to the mat with a falling inverted DDT keeping Adam in the hold. The referee goes to check on Adam lifting his arm and letting it drop once, then twice and then going for the third, but Adams arm stays up his finger waving back and forth Hulk Hogan style as he starts to work his way back up. Slowly both get to their feet and Adam starts to power out of Matt's grasp. Matt throws himself into the ropes and hits a shoulder block to no avail, Adam stands and strikes a muscle pose mocking his little brother, who again goes for the shoulder block. Adam stops him and sends him to the mat with a big right hand, Matt scrambles to his feet only to be caught by another right and getting whipped into the ropes. The younger Steele ducks a huge clothesline from Adam rebounding of the ropes on the other side with a kick, but the foot is caught by Adam, who spins him around and again goes for the Adamantium Drill, but once more Matt rolls over the shoulder and sets up for a backdrop, this time Adam rolls through and lands on his feet, spinning his brother around. The two stand face to face in the center of the ring, both throw them selves into the ropes taking each other down with a double clothesline.

Bob Herman: God dammit are we going to watch these two idiots taking turns all night

Adam and Matt are both on the rise staring at each other, before once more going into a wild brawl, hammering away on each other with wild left and rights. Adam swings wide, Matt manages to duck it and drops down planting his brothers shoulders on the mat with a Schoolboy.

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

Honey Winthers: And here is your winner MATTTT STEEEEELLLEEEE!!!

Mat is jumping around with a wide grin on his face celebrating, as Adam sits staring down on the mat in disbelief. He slowly rolls out of the ring and starts walking down the ramp, as suddenly Matt's word is heard over the P.A system

Matt: Stop bro! Don't do this, don't turn your back on me and Real Steele....

Slowly Adam stops and turns half way up the ramp and sends an angry stare down at his brother in the ring

Matt: I know you want those titles bad and so do I, but bro it doesn't mean anything to win if we give up, who we are!!!... look at it we just kicked each other asses in this ring and we did it Real Steele style, now I don't mean to boast, but take a look around and listen to what the fans think about that

A huge pop explodes from the crowd as a big smile grows on Matt's face. Adam stil stands stoned faced on the ramp and looks around.

Matt: Come on bro!!! lets celebrate this like brothers and tomorrow we start worrying about the titles... please bro... pretty please

He walks over to the ring ropes and sends puppy dog eyes down at Adam as his lower lip trembles. Slowly Adam heads back to the ring and enters, demanding the microphone as he sends a strict stare at Matt.

Adam; you know what?... I like it!

He lights up in a smile and the two hug and smile, before Matt once more grabs the microphone

Matt: I knew you say that, so I prepared a little something for the occasion.... HIT THE MUSIC!!!

Smashmouths Why cant we be friends start playing as two pretty blondes in bikinis rolls out a huge Real Steele cake. Adam eyes widens and he turns into one big grin. The shot fades with the Steele brothers dancing down the ramp towards the cake and then we go elsewhere

Thomas Simon: before our show can continue we're interrupted by....

"Cult of Personality" hits the speakers to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Thomas Simon- "I didn't expect to see him tonight!"

The mixed reaction amplifies as THE TRISTAN SLATER is shown walking out to the top of the ramp with his agent WILSON BALDWIN following close behind him.

Bob Herman- "This man lasted the LONGEST in that ARMY OF ONE Match than anyone else on the M.P.W. Roster... and he's not under contract!"

THE TRISTAN SLATER and WILSON BALDWIN are each dressed in designer suits made by GUCCI. Looking sharp, as usual, TRISTAN reaches ringside before making his way up the steel steps to the ring apron before climbing up the buckles where he rests his right shoe on the top turnbuckle and his left foot on the middle turnbuckle before screaming out at the top of his lungs...

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "BEST IN THE WORLD!"

There's a loud mixed pop as SLATER jumps into the ring followed by WILSON who steps into the ring through the ropes.

Thomas Simon- "One can only wonder what's going to be on this man mind following his short coming at ARMY OF ONE."

WILSON BALDWIN walks across the ring where he reaches through the ropes and is handed the microphone by the ring announcer. The crowd starts to boo as the music fades away. WILSON smiles at the reaction from the crowd for him as he raises the microphone up to his lips and begins to address the live crowd.

WILSON BALDWIN- "Ladies and Gentleman what you have standing before you right now, in this very ring... is the personification of what Professional Wrestling is all about."

A more of a mixed pop is heard as Wilson continues.

WILSON BALDWIN- "What you have standing before you in this very ring is a man who spent more time in this ring during the ARMY OF ONE RUMBLE than anyone who occupies that M.P.W. locker room, and he's not even under contract."

The mixed pop turns towards more boo's from the crowd.

Bab Herman- "It's true."

WILSON BALDWIN- "What you have standing before you right now in this ring, is a man who even in a losing effort just had all the attention, all the spotlight, and all the talk center on him and him alone with his performance at ARMY OF ONE."

Thomas Simon- "This guy is annoying."

WILSON BALDWIN- "Ladies and Gentlman, would you please join me in welcoming the BEST IN THE WORLD, THE TRISTAN SLATER!"

The crowd boo's as SLATER steps towards WILSON where he is handed the microphone. There's a solid mixed reaction from the crowd. SLATER looks out across the masses before taking a deep breath. He raises the microphone up to his lips where he begins to speak.

THE TRISAN SLATER- "I could stand out here and talk about how dominating I was in the ARMY OF ONE RUMBLE last Thursday Night."

There's a slight pause before SLATER continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I could stand out here and talk about how I entered the ARMY OF ONE RUMBLE at Number Four and spent nearly 55 minutes in this ring, longer than anyone else in this federation."

There's another slight pause before SLATER continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I could stand out here and talk about how if anyone thought for one second that this company would take advantage of a huge opportunity to change the landscape and finally create of buzz... then you're right."

Suddenly the crowd begins to roar with boo's as TRISTAN doesn't hesitate and continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Do you know why this company is in the sham that it's in? It's because they refuse to try new things and make decisions that could quiet possibly be game changers. Let's sit back and REALLY talk about ARMY OF ONE, more specifically the World Heavyweight Championship contest between JOHNNY CLASH and ASH."

Bob Herman- "I'm not sure where SLATER's going with this."

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "On a night that was your first Pay-Per-View of the year this company poduced a World Title Match that was so predictable it wasn't even funny! The World Title, a title that supposed to be the center piece of an organzation, a title that's supposed to be competed by top tier talents was reduced to Predictability."

Thomas Simon- "The hell is this guy's problem."

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Speaking of Predictability, perfect way to shift towards the Rumble Match it self. I refuse to sit in this ring and profess just how great my performance was because unless you won the damn thing all that was for nothing."

Louder boo's ring out throughout the arena as TRISTAN slowly starts to pace back and forth in the ring as he continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "It's easy to toss someone over the top rope, it's easy to be opportunistic, it's EASY to win Battle Royals. DRAKE HUNTER isn't in my league and yet here I stand sitting on the side lines because this company has a hard on to push it's own stars as opposed to the REAL star!"

"SLATER SUCKS, SLATER SUCKS, SLATER SUCKS" begins to echo throughout the building as TRISTAN stops pacing and directs his attention solely into the camera.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "DRAKE, no offense bro, but in this ring one on one, man to man, wrestler to wrestler... you can't TOUCH me!"

The chant grows louder and louder as TRISTAN continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I'm not the man to come out here and make false promises or mislead all you mindless sheep that occupy this audience, and unlike most I actually tend to back my play and back any statement I choose to make, which is why I'm out here tonight. DRAKE HUNTER, if you're as big and as bad as you claim to be... why don't you meet me here live next week!"

There's a loud ovation at the possible contest.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I'm not going to ask you to put up your title shot because we all know you're not that stupid to do so seeing as you're walking into a no win situation, so instead I'm opting to kick the shit out of you for absolutely nothing more than to prove a very simple point. What do you have to lose?"

Bob Herman- "THE TRISTAN SLATER just laid down a challenge to the ARMY OF ONE winner DRAKE HUNTER for next week!"

Thomas Simon- "But will he answer the challenge?"

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "... other than your dignity and your self respect? Speaking of respect, I think it's about time this federation start showing me some!"

Louder boo's reign out from throughout the arena as SLATER removes his sport coat before handing it over to WILSON as he continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "In the span of two weeks, just two simple weeks all the eyes of this organziation have shifted towards one man, me! I've got a bigger ego, more arrogance, and more god given talent in my left nut than half of this roster put to fucking gether! I'M THE BEST IN THE WORLD!"

Suddenly...

The fans come alive as "Guerilla Radio" hits the speakers!

Thomas Simon- "Wait just a minute! IT'S TREY BAXTER!"

The fans roar as TREY BAXTER is shown walking out to the top of the ramp!

Bob Herman- "The hell is he doing here?"

TREY has a sly smirk across his face as he saunters towards the ring as SLATER appears to be offended that his time is being interrupted. BAXTER reaches ringside before crawling up on the ring apron before entering the ring. BAXTER walks across the ring where he reaches through the ropes and is handed microphone as the music fades out leaving BAXTER and SLATER gazing across the ring at each other before SLATER raises the microphone.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Well, if it's not TRISTAN JR, and to what do we owe this?"

TREY, still with a cock smirk across his face raises his microphone as a loud "BAXTER, BAXTER, BAXTER" chant is heard from the crowd.

Trey Baxter: Tristan Slater...excuse me THE Tristan Slater in the flesh. You know I've sat back and watched as you ran your mouth. I sat back and watched as you insulted the company that I built. Then I sat back and watched you NOT win the rumble that you all but guaranteed you would. A rumble that I would have EASILY won...

Slater: I doubt that...

Baxter: Shut the fuck up!

[Trey gets a huge pop from a crowd as Slater just smiles back at him and motions for him to continue.]

Baxter: I don't know how they did things in the XWF but here, in the MPW, in MY ring, you don't fucking talk when Trey Baxter is talking.

[The crowd begins to cheer.]

Trey Baxter- "When I'm done I'll LET you try to talk yourself up some more. Enough is enough though. I keep hearing you talk about this benefactor that brought you here. Fuck your benefactor and more importantly fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you are? You come in here and act all holier than though and talk bad about MY company?"

TRISTAN glances towards WILSON.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "How stupid is this guy, really?"

TRISTAN's attention diverts back to TREY.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "The question isn't who the hell am I, the question should be who are you? Because honestly, you're stepping to me like you're some sort of threat, like if some of the things I've had to say have struck a nerve with you. Why? Because some of the things I've said are true?"

The crowd breaks out into boo's as TRISTAN continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Unfortunately I'm not just some random nobody who's merely here to pop off at the mouth to generate a buzz. My purpose super ceeds you or ANYTHING you've accomplished with this federation, but more importantly... with this business."

Bob Herman- "Does he know who he's talking to like that?"

Thomas Simon- "I think this is about to get really good!"

TREY BAXTER- "It doesn't matter if you know who I am... THEY know who I am."

The crowd roars as TREY points out towards crowd garnering a huge ovation from the crowd.

TREY BAXTER- "... and I'm the guy who's going step to you face..."

On cue TREY steps directly up into the face of SLATER.

TREY BAXTER- "... and defend this federation from a glorified mouth piece!"

[Trey lets out a huge smile.]

Trey Baxter- " You see that's where you've got things all wrong. It doesn't matter what you're doing here as far as I'm concerned. But let me make one thing clear: NOBODY super ceeds me or the things I've donen in this federation OR this business! You see I know plenty about you Slater and I know even more about the place you've come here from. I'll wait till later on to expose you for the phony that you really are though."

The crowd explodes as BAXTER and SLATER stand inches away from each other before TRISTAN begins to laugh while taking a step backwards.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Wait, wait, wait..."

SLATER gathers himself before continuing.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "You, you're the guy who's going to step to me? You? A man who self proclaimed "built this federation" is the man who VALIDATES what I stand for!"

The crowd roars with boo's as TRISTAN continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "You're one of the so called "top guys" here, and yet you're here to do nothing more than give me something to do."

The crowd boo's louder as BAXTER doesn't refrain as he lashes right back.

TREY BAXTER- "Give you something to do? Is that why you think I'm out here? Is that why you think I was left with no choice but to peak my head from behind that curtain because you where putting everyone to sleep? I don't know if you're just retarded or if your head is shoved that far up your own ass."

The crowd explodes as BAXTER continues.

TREY BAXTER- "Let me explain something to you, kid, I'm out here to put another loud mouthed, ,arrogant bastard in his place."

Thomas Simon- "Lay it to em' BAXTER!"

TREY BAXTER- "You stand out here and claim to be the Best in the World? Well, I'm the KING OF THE WORLD!"

Another thunderous ovation from the crowd!

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I didn't know Leo Decaprio was in the building."

The crowd suddenly breaks out into boo's as SLATER continues.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Let me tell you something, Mr. King of the World, if you step to me son I'm sink you faster than the Titanic."

TREY BAXTER- "Prove it."

Bob Herman- "There it is!!"

TREY BAXTER- "Prove it."

The crowd boo's as WILSON BALDWIN steps up to SLATER where he begins whispering in his ear. SLATER begins to nod his head forward as a sign of understanding.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "....."

SLATER drops the microphone causing the crowd to roar with boo's. SLATER and WILSON BALDWIN exit the ring before dropping to the floor. The crowd roars with boo's as SLATER and BALDWIN leave TREY standing in the center of the ring.

Johnny Clash: Look at that. He is the biggest Bullshit artist I have ever met in my life

[Clash sits on the couch watching the show in his wrestling gear with Laura next to him]

Johnny Clash: I can't wait to get out there tonight and prove to the world that the first time wasn't a fluke

Laura Tavares: baby we know it wasn't. So instead of proving something, just kick his ass so you can get back here to me and show me who the real man is.

[Johnny smirks and puts his arm around Laura]

Johnny Clash: We are unstoppable. There is no one in this place that can take us down. We basically own this place and that is next on my list. We certainly have enough money to do so.

Laura Tavares: every girl I knew growing up dreamed of a pony. I wanted a global empire and MPW is that empire. Buy it for me Johnny

Johnny Clash: I would buy three if I could. But this one will do

[The scene fades back to the ring]

Match 4

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

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

[Brandon walks down the ramp with Nikki on his arm. They walk down the ramp smiling. Once to the end of the ramp, they stop. Brandon takes a look around the arena. The fans give him a mixed reaction. He walks to the steps and lets Nikki walk up first. He opens the bottom two ropes and lets her in. She walks in and watches her man get in. He walks to the turnbuckle and stands on the second rope, putting his arms in the "V" shape. The lights flash in many red and blue strobes as soon as he gets up on the buckle.]

["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.]

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

[TJ walks down the ramp slowly while mouthing off to every fan he can. as he reaches ring side he jumps up onto the apron 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.]

Thomas Simon: The crowd grows rabid as the bell Is about to sound!

[[Nytrus and TJ Pain stare each other down and come face to face. They mouth off to each other and TJ Pain pushes Nytrus. Nytrus barely moves but than he looks around and Pushes TJ Pain and he falls on his backside. The fans let out an “OH” as Nytrus stands there and lets out another roar. TJ Pain gets up and runs towards Nytrus. He begins kicking out his knees trying to get him down. He gets Nytrus down to one knee but Nytrus takes his hand and palms TJ Pains face and pushes him over]]

Thomas Simon: The strength of Nytrus!

Bob Herman: These two men are tremendous athletes

[[TJ Pain stands up and goes back to work on the legs of Nytrus. Nytrus headbutts TJ Pain and he stumbles backwards. He leans on the ropes and Nytrus clotheslines him outside the ring. TJ Pain regroups and shakes his head while leaning on the apron. Nytrus walks over and steps on to his hand. TJ Pain pulls his hand away in pain and Nytrus heads out to the ring to follow. TJ Pain turns around and Nytrus hits him with another massive head butt. TJ Pain leans on the barricade and Nytrus yells for the fans to move. He turns TJ Pain around and grabs his head. He gets him in vertical suplex position and lifts him up. He slams him down on his stomach hitting the barricade. TJ Pain hangs over the barricade and Nytrus steps back. He runs and puts his knee in to Nytrus’s head and he falls over in to the seats knocking chairs down with him.]]

Bob Herman: Nytrus is just a beast. I would no want to step in the ring with him

Thomas Simon: Haven’t you been in the ring with beasts like Nytrus before?

Bob Herman: I have, I have been in the ring with Lucas Pain and Blaze Dragon but never anyone like Nytrus!

[[Nytrus picks TJ Pain up with one hand and brings him over to the ring. He slams TJ Pains head in to the apron and than tosses him in to the ring. Nytrus looks out to the fans and raises his arms in the air. He slides back in the ring and TJ Pain attacks. He drops down on to Nytrus with an elbow keeping him grounded and proceeds to stomp on his shoulder. Nytrus tries to get up but TJ Pain runs off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to Nytrus. Nytrus drops down completely and TJ Pain drags him in to the ring. He puts Nytrus in to the camel clutch. The referee checks on Nytrus and asks if he submits. Nytrus shakes his head no]]

Thomas Simon: the hold is locked in. Will Nytrus tap out!?

Bob Herman: I don’t think Nytrus has ever tapped out and don’t think he ever will

[[Nytrus reaches forward but the ropes are miles away. Nytrus uses his strength and gets on to all fours. He stands up and keeps TJ Pain on his back. He falls backwards and TJ Pain releases the hold as he is slammed. Nytrus rolls over and holds on to the ropes. TJ Pain kicks Nytrus off the ropes and tries to apply the hold once again. Nytrus flips TJ Pain forward. TJ Pain gets up quickly and pounds on Nytrus’s back before he gets up. Nytrus gets up unaffected and pushes TJ Pain away.]]

Thomas Simon: TJ Pain can not seem to keep Nytrus down!

[[Nytrus puts his hand around the throat of TJ Pain. He goes for a chokeslam but TJ Pain slams him in to the referee who gets pushed away. TJ Pain pokes Nytrus’s eyes and than drops down for a low blow. Nytrus’s face turns red and he sees stars after the low blow and drops to his knees. TJ Pain plays to the fans who boo. The referee turns around and questions TJ Pain who ignores and continues to work on the legs and arms of Nytrus.]]

Thomas Simon: that’s one way to do it

Bob Herman: Ha Ha! TJ Pain is a smart fella!

[[TJ Pain stalks Nytrus and waits for him to get up. Nytrus gets up and TJ Pain rushes towards him. Nytrus steps aside and TJ Pain clotheslines the referee. TJ Pain looks down at the referee and puts his hands on his head. He turns around and dodges an attack from Nytrus. TJ Pain escapes the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides in the ring and slams the chair on the ground. He yells for Nytrus to get up. The fans start to cheer]]

TJ Pain: GET UP YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!

[Nytrus stands up and TJ wacks him with the chair. The bell rings as TJ is disqualified]

Honey Winters: Here is your winner via disqualification, Brandon Nytrus!

[As the crowd jeers and "Sticks and Bricks" plays, TJ Pain pulls himself to his feet and demands a microphone. He is immediately granted one and he seats himself onto the top turnbuckle. His theme fades as he begins to speak.]

TJ: "Do you feel that, Brandon? That's the truth settling in as you lay there holding your head. That is the fact that you are a fucking FAILURE finally settling in!

[TJ leaps down and drops down to the mat, screaming into Brandon Nytrus' face.]

TJ: "Do you hear me?! HUH?! You are a fucking failure, Brandon! You are worth nothing and you ARE nothing! All you do is talk and talk and now look at you! Here you are laying on your back like the little bitch you are! You are not worth the breath I am wasting right now!"

[TJ stand sup with a red face and begins stomping on Nytrus. He then drops down to a knee and brings the mic down into Brandon's forehead three times, each causing a loud thud throughout the arena and drawing blood. TJ then grabs Brandon's head and shows the blod to the camera, shouting again.]

TJ: "You see that?! You are NOTHING BRANDON! I am the only King of hardcore! Do you hear me?! ME not YOU! I am the King and the FUCKING ICON! You are NOTHING!"

[TJ slams the mic into Brandon's face again and stands with his arms out, soaking in the boos from the crowd. He drops the mic and leaves the ring. He walks to the back still in a rage as tNt goes to commercial.]

Match 5

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: And here is our Rumble Winner and new #1 contender

Honey Winters: Introducing first, hailing from Melbourne Australia.... the punk. Drake Hunter!

he provides the crowd with a cocky smile and crosses his arms across his chest, waiting for his opponent

As soon as Taufik's theme starts, the fans immediately starts to jeer. Taufik steps out of the curtain, looking at the fans in disgust before spitting onto the floor. Jamal follows closely behind. He makes his way into the ring, all the while exchanging words with the fans. When he reaches to the steps, he raises both of his hands high up.

Honey Winters: And his opponent, from Tampa Florida, he is the Saviour... Taufik.

Taufik enters the ring. His face is void of all emotion while hunter, smiling is the total opposite. The bell rings and Taufik id the first to rush toward Hunter and automatically try to bring him down with a gore. Hunter takes the shot but only stumbles rather than being knocked down completely. regaining his balance he pushes Taufik away forcefully and ducks when a fist flies for his face.

Thomas Simon: Taufik is certainly not forgetting the last time they faced off against each other.

Bob Herman: he's really going all out but all Hunter's doing is avoiding... Taufik's going to wear himself out before too long. It's a good strategy by the Technical Messiah.

Hunter grabs his fist when he tries to make contact again, catching Singaporean off guard. Hunter pulls him close enough to deliver a knee to the chest, bringing the bigger man down to the mat on his knees. Hunter then steps back and gives him a super kick right to the head.

Bob Herman: That's the same kick we saw earlier tonight when he tried to take out the goddess...

Thomas Simon: I don't think his goal was to actually hit her, I think he was trying to gain some kind of control

Bob Herman: Anyway, he's got his hit now.

Taufik is down. 'the punk' gets down beside him, immediately locking his arm in a leg scissor and then applying a crippler Crossface. Taufik starts to flail on the mat, trying to see through Hunter's hands to find the rope. the ref is on the other side, asking Taufik if he gives up. Taufik shakes his head still continuing to try and grab the rope. Hunter pulls harder on 'the Saviour'. the ref is still asking if he forfeits. Taufik, with a renewed strength, propels himself forward, grabbing the rope. Hunter doesn't let go. The ref starts to yell at him. Hunter lets go, putting both hands in the air as Taufik is still holding on to the rope with dear life, panting heavily.

Bob Herman: What an impressive start for the punk here tonight

Thomas Simon: Still Taufik managed to get the rope and pull out of it. I don't think this is going to be an easy win for either man.

Taufik gets to his feet, being more cautious then when he first started the match. Hunter makes the first move, going in for a grabble. Taufik reverses him, throws him against the ropes and catching him, quickly flipping him over with a fisherman suplex. Taufik moves in and captures the weakened Hunter in a Half Boston Crap. Hunter grimaces as his back and legs are wretched. the Saviour keeps pulling Hunter away from the ropes. Again the ref is beside the fallen man but Hunter tells the ref to 'fuck off'.

Thomas Simon: Looks like Taufik just might have him.

Bob Herman: Don't be so quick to count out Hunter. Look, he's managed to get a hold of the bottom rope.

The ref motions for Taufik to let go, he hesitates a second before letting go and backing away. Hunter stands almost right away, holding his lower back and glaring at Taufik.Hunter immediately comes after Taufik, kneeing him in the face and setting up for his finisher, DIA when suddenly "Careless Whisper" Sounds from the speakers. Hunter looks up just as Bliss comes out from the curtains and runs down to the ring. Jamal intercedes her and the two start to argue as he holds her back from the ring. Hunter is distracted long enough that Taufik counters his setup and grabs him, putting him down for a one handed DDT. Bliss and Jamal stop arguing long enough to watch as Taufik then puts Hunter into sleeper hold. Bliss pushes Jamal away and gets up to the turnbuckle. the ref goes to her forces her to get down. Hunter is starting to go in and out of consciousness.

Thomas Simon: Looks like Miss goddess has distracted Hunter enough that he's gotten himself into a compromising position.

Bob Herman: I'd like for her to get me in a compromising position within seconds, Hunter goes limp. the bell rings.

Honey Winter: and your winner, by way of knock out, Taufik.

Taufik stands, points at the crowd. Jamal and him go up the ramp. Bliss climbs into the ring and stands next to the fallen Hunter and shakes her head with a grin. Hunter looks up groggily as she goes to stomp her foot down on his head and stops before it makes contact. She blows him a kiss and slides out of the ring.

Thomas Simon: Poor Drake Hunter. Got what he deserved. Wait now what is this!

[Drake stands up as a video begins to play on the screen]

Thomas Simon: Sit down Bob, you don't have any dance skills

Bob Herman: What!? I like this song. Is this Dancing Dan's return?

Thomas Simon: I am not sure what it is but we know Drake Hunter is just as confused as we are. You have to Believe Bob!

Bob Herman: That's what i'm doing! Im believing!

["Hit That" by the Offspring suddenly blares on the PA and the fans hops onto their feet. Chicken walks down the ramp with a microphone in hand.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, Chicken!

[He climbs the steps and enters the ring.]

Bob Herman: What's this about?

[Chicken clears his throat before he speaks.]

Chicken: Thanks for the welcome guys, really appreciate it. I remember when I first came here to MPW. That seems like a long time ago now, but I think that I've kinda matured over the past couple of months. I feel like I've grown up with the company, you know? I've been through so much since I joined MPW. I've been in feuds with the likes of Brandon Nytrus, Jason Xavier and Andre Dixon. I've raged war with the best of the best in the X-core division. I've even had one of the longest runs in the Army of One rumble match last week! But as people grow up, things change. And that's why I've asked for some time out here tonight, that's why I'm out here tonight. The past couple of weeks have been incredibly rough for me, and I've had a lot of thinking to do. So I'm out here tonight to clear a few things up.

[He looks up to the stage.]

Chicken: Firstly, I'd like to call Tasha Jordan out here. Tasha, if you're back there, please come out here with me.

[After a brief silence Tasha shyly appears on the stage. She enters the ring holding her hands together as Chicken smiles at her.]

Chicken: Tash, the time we've spent together has simply been the best time I've ever had.

[Chicken grabs her hand.]

Chicken: I've never known another woman to be as caring, funny and beautiful as you. I've absolutely cherished the time we've spent together, and I'd like nothing more than to spend even more time with you. Tasha I don't want anything to come in between us...

[Suddenly "23 Days" by Framing Hanley plays and the crowd hiss with boos. The overweight Ms. Biguns reveals herself on the stage with a microphone in hand as she begins to waddle towards the ring, ignoring the pig-related signs in the crowd. She climbs the steps and struggles to squeeze between the top and middle rope. She steps into the ring and pushes Tasha aside.]

Chicken: Hey!

Ms. Biguns: Don't you dare! I've been trying to talk to you for two weeks! I'm supposed to be your manager, you ought to treat me with a little more respect!

[The crowd boos as she anticipates Chicken's reaction.]

Chicken: Nice to see you again too Ms. Biguns. I was actually going to call you out actually, because as I said just now, things change. You want to know something? When I broke into wrestling, my biggest goal was to form an alliance with you. I always thought that you were the most beautiful woman in history, and I made it my life-long quest to get you to acknowledge me and love me the way that I loved you. But as the weeks went by, I learned that I wanted something more. I wanted to make a name for myself, and I think it's fair to say that I have. I'm a star in MPW! I have a pretty decent fan base, and now my goal is to become a champion...

Ms. Biguns: Exactly! That's why you hired me remember? I've led wrestlers like you to championship reigns before, I can do the same for you. Heck, that jerk Clash wouldn't have ever held that world title if it wasn't for me!

Chicken: Well, I think everyone else would say differently about that, but the thing is after that whole fiasco ended, and I saved your career by hiring you, I foolishly thought that I had finally accomplished my dream. But after that, you changed, and not for the better. I had to hear you moan on and on about how Johnny and Laura cheated you out of your job, how you blew all your money on that wedding and most importantly how miserable you were as my manager even though let's face it, it could have been a lot worse. In fact, since I hired you, I don't think I've even won a single match! Your career was going down the drain, and when I tried to save you, you decided to try and take me down with you.

[Biguns looks appalled.]

Ms. Biguns: No, that's not...

Chicken: I thought I would have been happy with you! But instead, I had to watch you spiral out of control and turn yourself into...this!

[He points at her as the fans let out a little snigger.]

Chicken: I thought I needed you, but after what happened, I thought that you needed me. The only reason why I kept you as my manager was because I felt sorry for you. You dug a hole for yourself preparing for that wedding that you ended up without a friend in the world, and instead of doing something about it, all you ever did was complain and comfort eat, oblivious to how much weight you were putting on. You were completely upset, and what was once love was turned into pity. I tried and I tried to make you happy and at least help you get started with turning not just your career but your life around. But you didn't want any of it. You didn't want my help or anyone else's. You never even took that over-eaters meeting that Bliss emailed you!

Ms. Biguns: For the last time, I'm not...

Chicken: Have you seen yourself lately? You're over 200 pounds! You put on over 60 pounds in six weeks! That's what I'm talking about! You don't want to accept the fact that you have an eating problem once again! You reject any help that comes your way! But now whenever I try to talk to someone, you always have to stick your nose in my personal life, like some child in need of constant nourishment, and then when I actually try to help you, you reject me once again! You've even tried to attack Tasha the other week!

[Biguns scowls at Tasha, who is shyly standing in the corner.]

Chicken: You forced me to try and decide between the two of you! You wanted me to decide between love and pity! I was torn. That's why I'm out here tonight. Things do change, and I have made my decision. Jasmine...

[She suddenly looks horrified.]

Ms. Biguns: You...you've never called me by my first name...

Chicken: Jasmine...I'm sorry. I have to let you go.

[She is gobsmacked. A few fans cheer as Tasha sneaks a little grin on her face.]

Ms. Biguns: No...no you can't...what about me? What am I supposed to do?

Chicken: I don't know, but I don't know what I can do to help anymore. Whatever happens, quite frankly I don't want any part of you anymore.

[Chicken turns to Tasha, who's heart was pounding after watching the whole speech. They are about to leave until...]

Ms. Biguns: YES!!

[They both turn around with confused looks on their faces.]

Ms. Biguns: I mean I do! You remember at that wedding? You interrupted and asked me to marry you. I never gave you an answer. Well, my answer's yes. I will marry you! Please don't leave me!

[Chicken sighs.]

Chicken: Jasmine, I'm sorry but I just told you. I loved the old you. I don't love you anymore, and I don't pity you anymore. Quite frankly, I don't feel anything for you anymore. I feel nothing for what you've become. And I've moved on. I'm with Tasha now. If you can't deal with that then that's your problem, but quite frankly I don't want anything to do with you anymore.

Ms. Biguns: No...you can't do this to me...

Chicken: I wish you the best of luck on your future endeavors...

[With that said, Chicken and Tasha exit the ring, leaving Ms. Biguns alone in the middle of the ring. She drops to her knees in disbelief as a tear runs down her chubby cheek. She looks out to the relentless fans who sing out loud "Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye" by Paul Leka. She lets out a frustrated scream as she drops to all-fours. Chicken and Tasha exit the stage without looking back.]

Thomas Simon: I...I don't know what to say...Biguns is gone!

Bob Herman: Good riddance! Leaves a lot more room in the locker-room!

Thomas Simon: I'm sure gonna miss the fat jokes though...

[The camera fades out as Biguns throws a hysterical tantrum in the middle of the ring.]

Match 6

Honey Winters: This match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event for tonight!!

Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois standing at 6"2' and weighing in tonight at 220 Lbs he is TREEEYYYY BAXXTTTEEERRR

[Guerilla Radio plays as to cheers from all around the stadium boom Trey Baxter appears on the stage, he takes in the atmosphere before high fiving the fans on his way to the ring, Trey jumps on the apron and goes on top of the second rope and spreads his arms out, he gets in the ring and awaits his opponent]

Introducing second from Las Angeles, California standing at 6"1' and weighing in tonight at 235 Lbs he is JOHNNNNNNY CLLLAAASSSHHH!!!!

[Walk Away plays as to boos Johnny comes out to the stage, he comes out holding his arms out embracing the boos. He does a 360 spin before coming to the ring, he abuses one of the fans before he slides into the ring and looks dead into the eyes of Trey, he then goes to the second turnbuckle spreading his arms out again before going down to the mat again]

Thomas Simon: And ladies and gentleman what a night we have had so far and in a few short seconds it will be a match that 2 of the 3 MPW World Champions we have had so far in the existence of this company are going to face each other tonight, there is no love lost between these men and this is a rematch of when Clash beat Baxter for the world title.

[The bells rings as Clash and Trey circle each other, Trey quickly jumps onto the offence with forearms to the surprised Clash, he gives gives him a couple more forearms before kicking Johnny in the ribs to make him fall to the corner, Trey appeals to the crowd before running to the opposite corner before running at Clash, Clash realising the danger falls to his knees and rolls out of the ring in the corner. Clash looks at Trey in the ring holding his nose while Trey perched on the second turnbuckle looking down at Clash smiling.]

Bob Herman: Look at this Clash has come out and been surprised what seems to be a fired up Trey Baxter!

[Clash rolls back in the ring as Trey backs away, the ref is between the two until Clash is back on his feet and in the opposite corner to Trey, they approach each other again but this time it's Johnny who comes out of the blocks with a stomp in the gut before unloading with rights, Clash now with Trey barely on his feet mocks Trey before trying one last punch, Trey sees it coming and blocks it, he returns with punches of his own, Trey now pushes Clash to the ropes before irish whipping him, Clash is about to whip off the ropes before he holds on, Trey looks at Clash in frustration as he runs at him, Clash sees the incoming Trey and ducks to grab the legs of Baxter and flapjack onto the top rope. The crowd boo as Clash starts taunting Trey, he waits behind him as he gets up with the aid of the ropes. Trey gets to his feet and is met with a russian leg sweep by Clash, cover.

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

Thomas Simon: Some really nice moves there by Johnny Clash, he seems to have his eye on the ball tonight.

[Clash gets Trey to a seated position in the centre of the ring before kicking his in the chest which makes Baxter fall to the mat back first Johnny than follows by dropping an elbow drop, Clash gets up before dropping another elbow drop and then covers.

1..2...kickout.

[Clash looks in frustration as Trey kicks out, now Clash stomps away at Trey before picking him up and placing him in the corner, Clash than shoulder thrusts Trey before elbowing him in the face, he now places Trey on the top turnbuckle by lifting him, he now gives another right hand before going up to the top rope as well.]

Bob Herman: What is going to happen here!!!

[Clash sets up for a top rope hurricanrana, as Clash goes to jump and connect with the move, Trey holds onto the ropes as Johnny falls to the mat, he rolls on the floor in pain holding his neck as Trey gets to his feet on the turnbuckle, he raises his hands to the crowd before jumping off the top rope and connecting with a diving elbow drop]

Bob Herman: Elbow drop by the longest reigning MPW world champion!!!

Thomas Simon: Could this be it?

[Cover

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

Some of the crowd jump up celebrating thinking that Trey had the win there, he slams his hands on the mat thinking it was three, Trey now raises to his feet and stomps away at Clash, Trey lift Johnny to his knees before going to work with knees to the head, Clash falls back as Trey now goes to the second rope , he waits momentarily for Johnny to stand up and dives at him. Johnny dodges out of the way as Trey rolls through after not finding the mark with the dive , both are to there feet and as they both run at each other Johnny slides and connects with the dropkick to the knee. Clash gets up a little slower this time but when he does he spreads his arms out to the fans and then across his waist signalling for the world title. Clash now grabs Trey by the head and drops elbow straight to the top of his head. Clash follows up by locking in a body scissors centre of the ring.

Thomas Simon: The body scissors when applied right can drain the energy of your opponent very fast because of the stress it puts on there ribs making them struggle for air

Bob Herman: So in other words they are in pain?

Thomas Simon: I am trying to be professional here Bobo!

[Clash is forced to release the hold after Trey elbowed Clash in the side of the head, both men get to there feet and Trey gets the first shot in with a forearm, he then tries an irish whip but Clash reverses, Trey bounces off the ropes and is met with a kitchen sink by Clash. Trey holds his midsection as Johnny walks to the downed body of Baxter grinning. he lifts him and then proceeds to put Baxter into the fireman's carry position. Trey slides down the back of Clash and clubs him in the back, he turns him over and connects with a kick to the midsection, Trey now kicks Clash in the right thigh and follows by grabbing Clash in the suplex position and connects with a snap suplex. Trey gets pumped up as Johnny gets up quickly holding his back, Clash gets up and is met with Trey who moves him to his back again and connects with a backstabber, Clash is about to fall to the ground in pain but Trey gets up and connects with a codebreaker. Clash falls on his back as Trey goes for the cover

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

Thomas Simon: Look at the innovation by Trey Baxter, I've never seen the before!

[Trey now waits for Clash to gets to his knees before climbing to the top rope with his back facing the ring, he gets to the top but he is to late, Clash pushes the off-balance Trey from the ring to the outside, the crowd go mental as Trey lands head first on the guard rail

MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB MPDUB

Thomas Simon: OH MY GAWD TREY BAXTER MIGHT BE OUT COLD!!

Bob Herman: Did you see how his head bounced off that guardrail!!!!

[Trey gets up with the help of the rail while Clash is still in the ring, he waits till Trey is to vertical basis and Clash runs off the opposite ropes and connects with a heat seeking missle through the bottom rope, both fall to the ground as the crowd get into the match. After 6 seconds Clash is able to get to his feet and roll into the ring and then out, this resets the referees count as he now picks Trey up and puts him on the apron. Clash then follows and now both men are on the apron, Clash tries to lift Trey but Baxter grabs the back of Johnny's head and hits a jawbreaker, Clash is groggy on the apron as Trey now gets to his feet and then puts Clash in-between his legs looking for the Lights Out]

Thomas Simon: OH MY WE COULD SEE A LIGHTS OUT TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!

Bob Herman: Wait though Clash is fighting out!

[Johnny is able to wriggle out and kicks Trey in midsection before connecting with a right kick to the head which makes Trey fall into the ring, Clash quickly follows and waits for Trey once again, Trey gets up to Clash who puts Trey in the powerbomb position looking for the Bloodline, Trey fights out and is able to put a forearm to the side of Clash's head, Clash falls back to the corner , Trey grabs Clash and whips him to the opposite corner but Trey when he whipped him put a little more effort into it making Clash rebound off the turnbuckle holding his back, he is still on his two feet but doesn't see the incoming leg lariat by Trey. After a couple of seconds both men are on there feet again but Trey is first to it and tries a roundhouse kick, Clash ducks as Trey does a spin from the momentum of the kick, as he spins around he is met by a discus elbow by Clash. Trey falls to the corner from the impact, Clash seeing the opportunity taunts the crowd before going to the other corner to Trey, running at him and attempting the running dropkick in the corner. Trey with the wherewithal moves out of the way as Clash connects with nothing but turnbukle. Clash gets up with the help of the corner holding his neck as he turns around to a waiting Baxter who connects with a roundhouse kick to the temple]

Thomas Simon: Roundhouse kick by Baxter, Clash looks like he is out cold and this could be it!!

[Cover

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

Trey looks frustrated as he gets up telling the official it was three, Clash is slow to his feet so Trey helps him to it, as he does Trey tries to go for Lights Out again but this time Clash using his strength throws Trey over the top of him with a back body drop]

Bob Herman: Everytime one of these men go for the Bloodline or Lights Out respectively they counter it because these two phenomenal wrestlers know each other so well

[Trey gets up holding his back as Clash grabs him and put him in the suplex position and connects with a standing suplex but Clash holds on and goes for the second which connects as well, Clash still holding on comes back up with Trey to connect with the Three Amigos. Clash tries to pick Baxter up but Trey pushes away the hands of Clash in a rush of adrenalin by Trey, he kicks Clash with his right boot into his right thigh and then one to the left one, he then goes for another kick but Clash catches the leg, he looks up at the surprised Trey and smiles before putting the leg down and dragging the surprised to Trey into a firemans carry hold, Clash then in the hold pushes Trey in the air before making him land on the two knees to the gut by Clash, Trey hits the mat holding his ribs as Clash makes the cover

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

Thomas Simon: Wow another kick out!!!!

Bob Herman: These guys just don't quit

[Clash makes it back to his feet looking frustrated he thinks for a moment before looking at the crowd and putting his hands up in the air, the crowd boo as Clash approaches Trey and puts him in a double underhook hold the crowd begin to boo in numbers]

Thomas Simon: NO COULD CLASH BE LOOKING TO HIT LIGHTS OUT!!!!

[Clash smiles before connecting with the Lights Out to Trey]

Thomas Simon: LIGHTS OUT, CLASH STOLE TREY'S MOVE AND THIS COULD BE IT!!!

[ Cover

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

The crowd are cheering as Clash gets to his knee and puts his hands in his face in frustration, he doesn't realise this but Trey Baxter is already behind him]

Bob Herman: Clash look behind you!! Trey is there and he deosn't look happy.

[Clash gets to his feet and wonder why the crowd are all cheering he turns around to a ready Trey Baxter who kicks Trey in the side of the head with a roundhouse, but instead of letting him fall to the ground he puts him in the powerbomb hold and connects with Bloodline close to the corner.]

Thomas Simon: BLOODLINE BY TREY AND THE COVER!!! 1...........2..........3 TREY WINS, TREY W.

Bob Herman: Wait you idiot, Clash has his foot on the rope before the three count, the match continues!

[Trey thinks he has won momentarily but the ref turns his attention to the fact Clash's foot was on the rope. He now shows frustration as he gets to his feet and lifts the body of Clash and now Trey attempts the Lights Out but Clash who is wriggling grabs the ropes before Trey could hook the arm, the ref makes Trey release the hold. He looks at the ref angrily before running at Clash, before he can hit a move Clash moves out of the way and uses the momentum of Trey to throw him into the steel pole shoulder first in-between the second and third turnbuckles. Trey sits in the corner holding his shoulder. Clash waits for Baxter in the opposite corner as he with the help of the ropes stands up. Clash runs as him and hits a big impact running dropkick straight to the face of Baxter. Both men fall to the ground]

Thomas Simon: Oh what a move there!! That could've knocked the teeth of trey down his throat!!

Bob Herman: Uh oh here comes trouble

[Age of Arrogance stands on the titan tron stage as the fans boo them. They stare out at the ring as Baxter leans on the bottom rope and watches them. He uses the ropes to help himself up as Clash stands up behind him. Johnny walks towards Trey using the distraction to his advantage. Baxter turns around and hits a jawbreaker. The fans cheer as Baxter grabs Clash by the head and hits the Lights Out! He pins Clash quickly]

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

[The fans erupt as Guerilla Radio hits. As soon as the referee calls for the bell, AOA rushes down to the ring and starts stomping away on Baxter. The fans boo them as Clash sits in the corner watching his goons go to work]

Thomas Simon: No Stop it!

Bob Herman: Clash is just watching. He is staying out of it

Thomas Simon: He doesn't need to be involved its three on one!

[The fans pop as Ash Soulsfate runs down to the ring. AOA and Clash clear the ring and head up to the stage]

Thomas Simon: That's all the time we have for today! See you next week on TNT! My god!

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