Dark Match: Emi Yamamoto vs. Marco Macarena

These two opponents get a big reaction from the crowd. Marco dances his way down to the ring as Emi takes it a little more seriously. The match is quick paced and entertaining for everyone especially the fans in attendance.The offense goes back and forth with unique holds from Emi and traditional showman entertainment from Marco. In the end Emi hits the Supahasami for the win at 7:24.

Winner: Emi Yamamoto via pinfall

Reaction: Both Superstars received 90 day MPW Rookie Contracts and will continue to compete on TNT

[Instead of Pyros the scene cuts to the ring where the crowd is rampid and Trey Baxter and Ash Soulsfate stand in the middle of the ring. Trey has a microphone as Ash holds his World Title belt]

Trey Baxter: Johnny Clash and Drake Hunter. You guys run around this place like you own it. Hell someone was dumb enough to give Clash power around here and someone was dumb enough to sign Drake Hunter. Probably Clash. Well listen we are scheduled for a main event tonight but as you can see, me and Ash are ready to go right now. So how about you two get your asses down to this ring and we have this match right now!

[The fans go nuts as Baxter waits. Walk Away by Five Finger Death Punch hits as the fans boo. Clash walks out in a suit jacket on with a Clash t-shirt under it. Drake Hunter stands next to him as Clash raises the microphone to his mouth]

Johnny Clash: ....

[Johnny stands there smiling at Trey as Trey waits for Clash to speak]

Trey Baxter: Well? Are you gonna suck on it or are you gonna speak?

Thomas Simon: Ha Ha!

Bob Herman: shut up Thomas

Johnny Clash: Shhhh Sh Sh... Baxter you are always right on point with your childish schoolyard jokes. You think you are just so witty don't you. Well I gues you have to try double the amount since Ash is just going to stand there looking like your retarted mannequin.

[The fans boo as Ash holds up the World Title]

Johnny Clash: You want to fight us right now? Well seeing as im the one with the "power" around here I guess that is really up to me isn't it?

[Drake nods at Clash as he drops the microphone and takes off his suit jacket. The fans cheer as Drake and Clash walk towards the ring. Ash and Trey get in fighting stances and ready. Johnny backs up and takes the microphone off the ramp]

Johnny Clash: wait wait wait. Hold up. We aren't doing this on your terms Baxter. We will do this when I want to. And that is not right now. ha ha!

[Walk Away hits as Johnny and Drake stand on the ramp. The fans boo them as Trey holds the ropes open telling them to get in the ring]

Bob Herman: Smart move by Clash

Thomas Simon: Welcome to TNT everyone. Starting it with a Bang! Of course Clash has to do it on his terms. He is such a diva.

Bob Herman: hey watch your mouth Tommy! he is a saint!

Thomas Simon: What a card we have for you tonight! Coming up next is Jimmy Fatal vs. Taufik one on one!

Commercial

Match 1

[Both men stand in the ring waiting their introduction]

Honey Winters: Introducing first...

[Taufik runs towards Fatal and they start exchanging blows]

Thomas Simon: Forget the introductions! Here we go!

[The bell rings and the match gets underway with the referee keeping a close eye on the match. Taufik approaches Jimmy Fatal slowly and reaches out a hand for a hand shake; Fatal comes in and reaches out to shake his hand but pulls him in and nails him with a set of right hands sending Taufik aback. Taufik takes the next few right hands and seems like his strength is wearing away. Another right hand connects and all of a sudden Taufik is unfazed and the crowd pop as he gladly accepts the next right hand or two before sending Fatal down to the mat with a great clothesline. Taufik drags Fatal up and whips him into the ropes.]

Thomas Simon: Great action here

Bob Herman: Very nice display of moves

[Fatal goes flying across the ring and bounces right back. He is then sent down to the mat with another clothesline form his much larger opponent. Taufik then takes a few steps back and waits for Fatal like a hawk stalks its prey. Fatal gets up and Taufik comes in with a spear so powerful that it takes him from the centre of the ring right into a turnbuckle. Taufik starts nailing Fatal with shoulder thrusts in the corner but Fatal fights back clubbing Taufik in the back with axe handles slowly wearing down one of the NYCCW's newcomers. Fatal grabs Taufik's head, leaps up to the middle rope and leaps off turning the move right into a tornado DDT. Fatal gets up and quickly drags Taufik to his feet and nails him with a shuffle side kick, Taufik takes a few steps back and is nailed with another side shuffle kick.]

Bob Herman: Taufik got nailed!

Thomas Simon: What a move

[Again Taufik refuses to go down. Fatal finally comes in with a run up and takes Taufik down with a fore arm shot. Fatal quickly gets to work on a fallen Taufik and applies a choke hold. Fatal increases the pressure and junior referee the referee doesn't realise what's going on. Taufik manages to keep Fatal off of him with a strong push launching Fatal like a rocket. Fatal returns and applies the choke hold but Taufik turns him over and mounts him hitting him with several rights and lefts that look like they could crack a concrete block. Taufik gets off of Fatal and sends him into the ropes, Fatal returns and attempts a dropkick to the face but Taufik skilfully catches him mid drop kick and quickly spins him around and slams him down hard for a sidewalk slam.]

Thomas Simon: Nice side walk slam! Very good move by taufik

Bob Herman: Get up Taufik

[Taufik goes around to Jimmy’s legs and attempts a figure four leg lock. He completes the move and Jimmy starts yelling in pain. The ref asks if Jimmy gives up. He refuses to give up! Jimmy realizing he is close to the ropes he quickly stretches his hand out and clutches the bottom rope. Alex forces Taufik to break the hold which he does. Both men get to their feet and then Fatal and Taufik go their separate ways but Fatal comes in like a mad man with a flying lariat that barely harms Taufik. Fatal takes his chances and goes for his legs taking him down with a dive to shins. Fatal then locks Taufik up into Texas clover leaf and Taufik cringes and begins to grunt in a fit of pain. Taufik, however, manages to keep his composure and uses his raw power to drag himself over to the ropes getting a firm hold on them. Fatal refuses to let go but is quickly persuaded by referee the referee. Taufik uses the ropes to aid in getting up but Fatal wants none of this. Fatal takes it to Taufik with a vicious bevy of stomps on Taufik's back. Taufik turns over and Fatal continues to work his way into Taufik's ribs with those earth moving stomps. During mid stomp Taufik gets a hold of Fatal's leg and takes him down. Taufik turns him over and locks in a reverse leg lock with Fatal gritting his teeth at the submission hold.]

Bob Herman: Taufik got the hold in!

Thomas Simon: I don't know if he can kick out!

[Fatal slips out of the leg lock. Taufik gets to his feet and walks over to Jimmy who surprise Taufik with a nasty low blow. Taufik collapses to the mat and then Jimmy stands up. Then Fatal picks Taufik up and brings him down laterally onto his knee for a rib breaker. Fatal then decides to weaken Taufik down by focusing his attack on Taufik's ribs. Fatal lays in with the stomps before dragging Taufik over to a turnbuckle. Fatal grabs Taufik by the back of the head and jams his head right into the turnbuckle. Fatal then whips Taufik over to the opposite turnbuckle. Taufik rests at the turnbuckle as Fatal begins removing the turnbuckle padding from the where he is. Fatal comes in with a clothesline to Taufik but Taufik ducks in time and Fatal hits the turnbuckle. Taufik then whips Fatal towards the exposed turnbuckle but Fatal counters the Irish whip and hunter goes into the turn buckle side first damaging his ribs even further. Taufik bounces back off and is caught with a back body drop. Fatal gets up and starts hammering away at Taufik's ribs with knee drops, elbow drops, stomps and axe handles. Fatal places Taufik to his feet and mocks him before delivering an echoing chop to the chest. Fatal takes Taufik up and hits the Fatal Mistake! he pins Taufik

1….2….3!

Thomas Simon: Jimmy Fatal pulls off the win!

Bob Herman: Excellent match. The right man won

[Display is black as there is no video feed, but audio is running.]

Gabriel Griffin: Hey, what are you doing.

Unknown Male voice: Just hangin' out playing some Xbox, why?

Gabriel Griffin: Dude I need to record my spot for MPW Thursday Night so I need you to hold the camera.

UM: You got accepted? That rules.

Gabriel Griffin: Well probationary, apparently I still have to go through a tryout match, but that's just a formality.

UM: That so rocks, I mean MPW is a great fed to get your start in Gabe, some good wrestlers and the Bliss chick is Hot...

Gabriel Griffin: Chill dude I think the audio is recording do you want her to come kick your ass?. Hang on, you got a hold of the camera?

UM: Yea its just completely black.

Gabriel Griffin: Ah that's cause of the Lens cap.

[Light appears as the image of Gabriel Griffin pulling the lens cap comes into focus. Gabriel is dressed in a Black and Blue "Beat-U" Shirt and Jean shorts. His brown hair cut close showcases his bright blue eyes. He has a shit-eating grin on his face as he stares into the camera. It looks like he is standing in a fraternity house living room.]

Gabriel Griffin: Hello to the MPW universe. I am here to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel Griffin, elite wrestler. My entire career in the collegiate level I was an elite ranked heavyweight. I trained under Coach Robinson of the University of Minnesota. So make no mistake I am that good.

Now I look to expand my career into the professional ranks. I came to MPW because I could see the talent and athleticism that is on display here would be a welcome challenge to me. But understand this, I am here to win gold. I have always been at the top and I intend to climb there here, and in a hurry.

I get that I have to prove myself. I understand that there will be doubters until they see me in action. When they do though their skepticism will turn to worry as they will only begin to understand how close they are to being taught their own lesson. Schools back in session here at the MPW and soon everyone will be enrolled into Beat-U the school of hard knocks.

[Gabriel slams the lens cap back on the camera to send the scene to black.]

[Taufik walks backstage holding his neck. Ian Andrews walks passed him and giggles]

Ian Andrews: Ouch.. tough loss BOSS. I guess you aren't all you say you are huh?

[Taufik stares at Andrews]

Ian Andrews: Yeah got nothing to say for once. Go praise allah or whatever you do. Pfff

[Andrews goes to walk away. Taufik runs at him and takes out his knee from behind. He stops away on Andrews and than lifts him up and tosses him in to a storage crate as metal pipes fall on to him. Taufik looks at him and walks away]

Match 2

[The scene fades up from commercial and Rye Paine is in the ring, bouncing from toe to toe as "To the World" plays from the PA.]

Honey Winters: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall, introducing first in the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 190 pounds... RYEEEEE, PAYYYNNEEEE!!!!!

["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. SHHAAAUUUNNNNN CROSSSSSS!!

[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.]

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

Honey Winters: And their opponents, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 210 pounds... JASON...X!!!!

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

[The 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: From Miami, Florida weighing in at 195 pounds... "Playboy"... TYYYLEEERRRR... ROOSSEEEE!!!

[All four men stand on the opposite sides of the ring from each other. Tyler steps out of the ring, as does Payne.]

Thomas Simon: So, it will be Jason X and Shaun Cross getting things started for us here in this tag match.

DING DING DING

[The two men lock up. Toying for position. Jason locks in a head lock and swings Cross to the ground, maintaining the grip and the hold. Cross struggles as X repositions himself and slides up to a front-grounded face lock. Squeezing the head. The crowd begins to clap for Cross. As he begins to get up on his knee. Then his second knee gets up. X releases the holds and connects with a kick to the face. There is a cover.]

1...2... Kick out.

Bob Herman: What a kick to the face!

Thomas Simon: I don't think the blood will be coming back to the head after that blow!

[Jason drags Cross' body over to the corner and tags in Rose. Rose comes in with a head full of steam. He begins to stomp on the back. He uses the ropes for leverage, but the ref breaks him off. He shrugs him off and goes right back to holding the ropes. The ref rips him off again, but for the second time, the ref is shrugged off. Rose is pulled back by the ref and they exchange words. After a moment or two, Tyler walks back over to Cross. He stands him up and whips him into the corner. He begins a sequence of back chops, followed by loud "woo"s.]

Thomas Simon: It's been all Rose and X tonight so far!

Bob Herman: You've got that right. I good sit here and enjoy this all night!

[Cross is then whipped into the opposite, empty corner. Rose charges, looking for a clothesline, but is caught up in the turnbuckle. Cross ducked out through the ropes and is on the apron. He preps and springboards off the ropes and connects with a clothesline, taking both men to the canvas. The crowd is getting into it now. They clap for Cross to make the tag to Payne. Both men crawl slowly and anxiously to the corner to tag their partner. With a pop from the crowd, both men are tagged in. Payne is on the hot tag. Connecting with double axe handles to the chest, then a clothesline and then a drop kick and howls out. The crowd pops loudly. Rose crawls back into the ring, but is caught with a scoop slam.]

Thomas Simon: What a boost of energy from Payne!!!

[Payne grabs X and stands him up. He bounces him off the ropes and into his arms and into a belly to belly suplex, sending him overhead. X is lifeless and exhausted on the mat. Payne walks over and looks to the crowd, they boo but some cheer. He wraps his legs and locks in the Figure Four. X screams out in pain.]

[Suddenly, Rose slides in the ring and breaks the hold. Cross slides into the ring and clotheslines himself and Rose to the outside. Payne is a bit distracted until Jason connects with the X-Driver II. He covers.]

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

DING DING DING

Honey Winters: Here is your winner, the team of Tyler Rose and Jason X!!!!

["X Is Gonna Give It To Ya" plays as both men have their hands raised. The scene fades out on them smiling, toying with the crowd.]

[The camera fades into the interview area backstage where Jay Wyatt is backstage, preparing himself for an interview. He looks towards the camera as he straightens his tie and the wrestler in question walks into the view of the camera. It is none other than the Hardcore Reject himself, and X-Core champion, Kuk Killswitch.]

Jay Wyatt: Ladies and gentlemen i am here with the MPW X-Core champion, Kuk Killswitch.

[There is a great pop from the crowd, cheering at the mention of Kuk's name.]

Jay Wyatt: Kuk, it was two weeks ago at Millennium Pro Wrestling's biggest PPV to date, Army of One, when you finally caught the break you've been looking for for a while now and you captured that X-Core championship when you beat Brandon Nytrus in a "Clockwork Orange House of Fun" match. It was there that you hit the "Ode to Violence" on Brandon Nytus, onto a part of the barricade in the middle of the ring, and you captured that title that it now on your shoulder.

[The camera zooms up on the X-Core title.]

Kuk Killswitch: Well let me tell you, it's an honour to finally be holding this title. Now that it's out of those filthy little hands on Brandon Nytrus and in the hands of a true Hardcore Reject, i can guarantee that nothing will stop me from holding onto this title.

Jay Wyatt: That's good to hear. So how are you recovering from your match? Obviously this is your first appearance at Takedown since Army of One, how are you feeling?

[Just as Kuk is about to respond, there is another man that is heard talking outside of shot, and Jay and Kuk both turn to the unknown man.]

?: Blah, blah, blah. Why interview such a loser like Kuk when the main attraction is standing right here, dweeb?

[The camera pans across and catches the face of none other than the "Punk" Drake Hunter, with his fellow Age of Arrogance members Chris Cable and Andre Dixon behind him.]

Drake Hunter: Congratulations Kukky boy! You won a title worth less than a bag of horse shit! You really should be proud of that, after all it is the best thing you've done in your career. Of course, that's not saying much is it - in fact that's not saying anything at all.

[Kuk scowls as Drake looks at him with that signature arrogant look spread across his face.]

Drake Hunter: What's wrong Kuk? Not going to say anything, not going to come back with a quick reply about how you won this title in a grueling match where you bled and broke bones? Or have you finally realized that NOBODY CARES! Because all the people out there care about, is when they're going to see their favorite star come out and pander to them.

Kuk Killswitch: Have you ever realized that you talk way too much?

[Drake takes a couple of steps towards Kuk, as Andre growls and clenches his fists. Drake waves his hand as if telling him to back down, and Drake steps forward once agan.]

Drake Hunter: No, as a matter of fact i haven't realized that. Just like you seem to not have realized that you're wrestling career is nothing? Just like you haven't realized you're nothing but a joke, a loser, you're worthless.

[Kuk looks like he's about to snap, but Drake just smiles and takes a couple of steps back.]

Drake Hunter: Just what i thought, you know that you can't beat somebody who actually has an ounce of skill. Have fun being mediocre, Kuk.

[With that Drake walks off, leaving a fuming Kuk Killswitch before the camera fades out.]

Match 3

[Cable with a hard right hand to start things off, surprising Ian Andrews, and hits multiple other right hands to follow, backing him into the turnbuckle before Cable starts going to work with rapid shoulder blocks. Cable steps back when the ref warns him, and then as Andrews charges Cable reverses with a hip toss.]

[Cable keeps on the offensive, not letting up with the hard shots to the gut and body of Ian Andrews as he tries to duck under the ropes, forcing Cable to stop once again. Cable lets up, but as Andrews attempt to get into the ring Cable turns around and then spins around, hitting a big kick to the gut before he hauls Andrews up and hits a scoop slam]

Thomas Simon: Cable launching the offensive here!

Bob Herman: He's going to make an example out of Ian Andrews, no doubt about it!

[Cable hits a big elbow drop before Andrews gets to his feet, still dazed, and Cable launches another offensive, hitting a big elbow to Andrews' jaw as Andrews is pushed back to the turnbuckle. Cable now looks to continue the offensive, looking smugly at the crowd as he charges at Ian, hitting a big running elbow to the jaw of Ian at the turnbuckle. As Ian drops to his knees Cable charges to the ropes and comes back, going for a big running knee.]

Thomas Simon: Cable going for a running knee! But he misses!!! Ian ducks and hits a big dropkick! And another! And another!

[Ian gets some momentum going, and as Cable gets to his feet he hits a reverse atomic drop, then runs to the ropes and goes for a running bulldog. However, Cable is able to duck at the last minute, and as Ian gets to his feet after a bad fall, Cable kicks him in the gut and throws him into the turnbuckle.]

Thomas Simon: The ref is checking on Andrews...and Cable is stuffing something inside his elbow!!!

Bob Herman: BAM!!! Rolling elbow!!!

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

Bob Herman: that's how you get it done!

Thomas Simon: It's Taufik's fault for attacking Andrews earlier!

[Backstage Tasha Jordan is seen with a big smile outside Chickens locker room door. She opens it and looks around and her eyes widen in shock as she looks down]

Tasha Jordan: Chicken!? WHAT THE HELL!? WHO DID THIS!

[The scene cuts down to Chicken laying bloodied on the ground in his locker room. Tasha lifts him up and he groans.]

Tasha Jordan: HELP! MEDICS! SOMEONE!

[Tasha holds him and starts to cry as the scene cuts]

Commercial

Match 4

[scene opens up with Kandi Washington on her phone, talking angrily

"Careless Whisper" cues up but instead of Bliss appearing in her normal attire and demeanour, she's dressed in Jeans and a dark sweatshirt and seems to be pissed off. she jogs to the ring, climbs in and immediately pics up a mic. She motions for them to cut her music.

Bob Herman: Oh... looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today...

Thomas Simon: She doesn't look ready for a match... she looks ready for a brawl.

The crowd is chanting her name.

Bliss: Shut up you drones. I'm supposed to be facing Kandi 'Donkey-face' Washington here tonight but she's no where to be seen. Guess she took my advice and decided to stay home. This just further proves my point that people like her are simply not good enough to be here, a place that sooner or later will be just for the upper crust of wrestling...something sadly she is not.

Thomas Simon: Kandi Washington was seen entering the building earlier this evening but no one has seen her since

Bob Herman: Maybe she did get a little gun shy, going up against the sin city champ like our goddess would have anyone frightened for their debut

Bliss: But I don't give a fuck if she's scared. I want to actually beat the shit out of her... I see enough cowards... So Kandi, get your saggy wrinkled old ass out here and face me you ho-bag.

suddenly the tron comes on. Kandi Washington is on her phone, talking angrily into a cell phone, it's obviously from earlier in the evening.

Kandi: I don't give a shit what your doing... I need you here...

[a pause and then she's yelling her response back to whoever is on the other line]

Kandi: If you can't bother to do your job then your fired.

[she hangs up and throws her phone. She turns and crossed her arms across her chest and stamping her foot like a common three year old]

: Missing a couple people are we?

[a female voice is heard and the crowds start to cheer as Kandi turns to see Laura Tavares, dangling the mistreated phone by it's phallus shaped charm. She drops it in her hands and then wipes her hands off on her pant legs, a disgusting look on her face]

Kandi: What do you want, you bitch? I don't have time for this... I have a whore to kill.

[Laura's eyebrows go up. A smile starts to curve her face and she moves in so that she's inches from Kandi's face]

Laura: I haven't forgotten what you did to me a couple weeks ago. I think payback time is going to be sooner than you think.

Kandi: Whatever. You're nothing. I'm the real queen of MPW. I'll deal with you after I take out that sewer rat Bliss.

[Laura laughs. She doesn't answer instead she goes right in and slaps her across the face. Kandi's lips go into a 'O' as she brings a hand up the cheek. Kandi tries to go in to slap her back and Laura grabs her hand, pushing her into the brick wall hard enough to send her slinking to the ground. Laura smiles as she delivers a spinning heel kick to her head then starts to kick her in the stomach. After relentless shots, she knees her in the face. With a smirk, she starts to drag her down teh hall by her hair, Kandi screaming in pain. Laura comes to a door and kicks it. Immediately it's opened and Johnny Clash is seen. At first he looks annoyed but then realizes it's his lovely bride and then smirks when he sees who she has by her hair.]

Laura: Help me get this garbage out to the ring.

the Tron goes dark. "Falling under" goes off and Bliss crosses her arms across her chest. Laura appears, pushing an obviously very hurt Kandi in a wheelchair. She pushes her down the ramp with a laugh. It rolls and when it hits the bottom it topples, sending Kandi into the steel steps.

Thomas Simon: Kandi is obviously very hurt there if she can't even walk out on her own.

Bob Herman: gotta hand it to her, Laura is still the smartest woman to walk these halls.

Thomas Simon: Bliss looks pretty disappointed though. From the sounds of her latest promo, she's not taking any shit from anybody anymore.

Laura then picks her up and rolls her under the bottom rope. She walks over and takes a mic from a terrified looking Honey and then gives her a shove before walking back to where Kandi is looking back and forth, groggy and scared between the faces of both women staring at her.

Laura: That's what payback looks like you slut. I'm the true Queen of MPW, always imitated, never duplicated. Bliss... a gift. Have fun.

Laura pushes the mic back into Honey's hands and walks up the ramp. Bliss looks down at the injured woman who is now bleeding from the head after hitting the steps.

Thomas Simon: uh oh. Looks like the beating isn't over for Miss Dominant Female

Bob Herman: she should have known her place. With fems like Laura and Bliss around... you'd be lucky to get out alive

Bliss leans down, mic still in hand.

Bliss: Poor Poor Kandi. Did you piss off the wrong people? Seems to me your little clique didn't save you this time did they? This is what it looks like to be a real woman in this place. You just got handed your ass. Not to demean the skills of our 'Queen' but it must have been real easy since you know... you suck and all. Now... you know what I'm going to do now... since you know you think I'm nothing better than some whore who quote "sells her pussy for pennies". I'm going to show you what your idea of a whore does to soul-sucking dirty cunts. Start the match.

She drops the mic and the bell rings. immediately she starts to kick Kandi in the head and stomach. She grabs a hold of her hair and wretches the woman up to her knees. Kandi starts to beg for mercy as the blood starts to drip down the sides of her face. Bliss' face breaks into a big smile and she does a punt kick to her head, causing her to fall again to the mats, grabbing her head, sobbing in pain.

Thomas Simon: Seems that all the talk about how good she was, was just that. Talk.

Bob Herman: But if she needs someone to nurse her back to health...I'm free

Bliss then picks her up and leans her weak body against the ropes, arms hanging over the top rope and starts to back up. Taking a run she dives through the ropes, grabbing on to the top and swinging her body in to give Kandi's body a final two legged faint kick, also known as 'redemption is at hand'.

Bob Herman: She's getting pretty good at swinging her body around.

Thomas Simon: You never cease to amaze me bobo. It looks like Kandi is down for good, at the hands of Bliss' new finisher

The ref comes in and leans down to Kandi's face and motions for the match to end.

Honey Winters: And your winner... by Knock out. Your Sin City Champion... Bliss

The crowd cheers again, calling out Bliss' name. She scowls. The ref goes for her hand but she pushes him aside. She starts to get out of the ring while paramedics come rushing in to check on the prone body of the former first lady. She looks up to see Drake Hunter standing at the top of the ramp. She's smiling at her with his arms crossed against his chest. She stops to stare at him before he nods his head in approval and turns, walking out of view.

Thomas Simon: Seems the punk still has a little vested interest in our Goddess

Bob Herman: can I see what's under her vest?

Thomas Simon: Seems that eariler this week, 'the technical messiah' has been encouraging her to stop lying to herself about her anger. Wonder what plan he has up his sleeve.

Bliss drops the mic and takes one last look at the fallen Kandi while the paramedics get her onto a back board, strapping a neck brace around her neck. She smiles wickedly and then slides out the ring. She starts walking backwards, watching them take her down to a gurney.

Thomas Simon: I've just gotten word that it looks like Kandi Washington is out for good. Clash has released her from her contract.

Bob Herman: Good luck in your future endeavours...

Commercial

["Strong Arm Broken" plays from the speakers. Along with a mixed reaction from the crowd. Brandon Nytrus enters on the stage with Nikki Schott. They walk arm in arm. Nytrus isn't really happy. He's got a bandage on his forehead.]

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... "The King of Hardcore"... Brandon Nytrus!!

[They walk down the ramp, and once they get down to the apron Brandon hops up on top and opens the bottom and second rope up for Nikki to enter. He enters himself. Going directly to the side grabbing the microphone.]

Brandon: Last week, I was attacked by none other than TJ Pain. For those of you didn't know, we were scheduled to have a match. But instead, TJ took he's worthless pathetic little ass and grabbed a chair and ended it. Grabbed a microphone afterwards called me worthless and then hit me with said microphone opening me up. Which explains why I have a bandage on my forehead.

[He looks around for second.]

Brandon: He says my title shots and my opportunities were not earned. He said that I am not worth anything. TJ, there's something that you should know about me.

[He preps himself for what he's about to say.]

Brandon: I don't care who your friends are. Frankly, I don't care who you are. All I know, you're a little speck on my map of things I should be worrying about. Because whether you like it or not, I will be cashing in by rematch clause at Road 2 Glory in Dallas, Texas.

[The crowd pops a bit.]

Bob Herman: Whoa!

Thomas Simon: The Icon is throwing out the challenge!

[Brandon is smiling.]

Brandon: And a little message to my dear friend, Kuk Killswitch... This match will not just be any ordinary match. You see, this match falls on the biggest date in MPW history. The biggest PPV of the year. Road 2 Glory. It's the big stage. It's where we shine, legends are born. And Kuk, it will be the last time the world sees Killswitch versus Nytrus.

[Another rise from the crowd,]

Brandon: As I was saying, this match, will be where it all started. An X-core rules match.

[Another short pop.]

Brandon: We're going to lay it all on the line, no disqualification. No count out. No rope break. Just two men ready to beat the living shit out of each other. And if I have to go to TJ to get to you, then so be it. But that will not stop me from cashing in my rematch clause. Something I can do until I lose again. Like I said before, this will be the last time we will face each other. If I win, you can't contend for the title until I lose it. And if you win, I can't contend for the title until you lose it.

[A "Killswitch" and "Nytrus" chant has broken out in the arena.]

Brandon: And another thing...

[The crowd erupts in a sea of boos as all attention turns to the stage, expecting to see TJ Pain standing there. But he isn't. Confused the crowd, and Brandon, look around for him. A few moments later and a spotlight catches him midway up in the stands with a microphone in hand and a scowl. Fans all around him boo and gesture in hate.]

TJ: "WA! TJ Pain said mean things about me and gave me a boo boo! WA! Shut the fuck up you overgrown bitch."

Brandon: "Says the guy hiding in the stands."

TJ: "Hiding? No. If I was hiding you wouldn't be able to find me right now, idiot. What I am doing right now is simply covering my ass."

Brandon: "I call it you being a little bitch!"

[A loud "Oooo!!!" comes from the crowd. This doesn't improve Pain's mood.]

TJ: "You can call it whatever you wish, Nytrus, but what I said last week to your unconscious body still rings true. You are a worthless piece of trash who doesn't deserve to pick the thumb tacks out of my ass let alone call himself the King of Hardcore!"

[The crowd boos loudly again. Tj looks around at them.]

TJ: "Oh, none of you liked that, huh? Well newsflash morons! I don't give a flying F..."

Brandon: "Now TJ, how about I stop you before you go on one of your stupid rants that obviously no one cares about? Why are you even here? You aren't booked or in recent MPW news. I barely even addressed you."

TJ: "And there was your mistake, Brandi. Why wouldn't you want to take more time to address the guy who bashed your brains in last week? Why are you insisting on this creepy fascination with Kuk?"

Brandon: "Well if you had payed attention before you would already know why. And you call me the idiot."

TJ: "Ah yes, your little rematch clause. Too bad for you that it was made public that the Kukster is done with you. Finished. Doesn't want to wrestle you ever again. You are beneath his, mine and the rest of the entire damn roster and we are all done wasting our time on kicking your ass and embarrassing you. How about this, consider retirement, Brandon. Play golf with Rage and tell him I said hello while you're on the back nine. OR! How about this? Just stop talking and leave that ring."

Brandon: "Or how about you walk down here and face me like a man?"

TJ: "You don't want me to do that."

Brandon: "Oh I think I do."

[The crowd starts a "BITCH!" chant directed at TJ, infuriating him.]

TJ: "You want another hole in your head, Brandi? Fine."

[TJ throws the microphone down and begins marching out of the crowd, to the barrier and towards the ring but is stopped at the barrier by a charging elbow to his face by Nytrus just as he swings a leg over the barrier. Nytrus lifts TJ to his feet and slides him into the ring, following soon after. He then kicks TJ in the gut as he tries to stand, knocking Pain back down. Brandon steps over to the corner and waits for TJ to stand, obviously preparing for the Spear. Slowly, TJ pulls himself to his feet and Brandon goes for it....only to be stopped by Roxxanne who has sprinted down to the ring and gotten in the way. She pleads with Brandon to stop but he only tosses her aside. When he turns back to TJ he recieves a low blow by a recovered TJ.]

Thomas Simon: "Here comes the Pain."

Bob Herman: "Yeah...in the ass."

[concerned, TJ checks on Roxxanne as Nytrus goes to his knees, holding his crotch. After making sure his wife is fine, TJ picks up Nytrus' droped mic.]

TJ: "How DARE you put a hand on my wife! I may be an ego driven, self centered, foul mouthed asshole but even I won't put a hand on a woman outside of a match!"

[Enraged, TJ begins stomping on Nytrus for the second week in a row while Roxxanne goes looking under the ring for a chair but before she can slide it into the ring, Nikki Schott runs down the ramp and plants a forearm into the back of Roxxanne's head. This creates a distraction for TJ and he takes his attention from Nytrus. He sees Roxxanne and Nikki fighting on the floor and decides to turn back to Brandon when..."

Bob Herman: "BOOM! WHAT A SPEAR BY NYTRUS!"

Thomas Simon: "MPW has turned into utter chaos! We got a CATFIGHT on the outside of the ring and Nytrus just turned Pain inside out in the ring! OH MY GOD!"

[Nytrus roars in triumph just as Nikki sends Roxxanne flying itno the steel steps on the outside. Brandon looks down and sees the mic. He picks it up and then looks at the downed TJ Pain. An evil smirk grows on his face as the crowd chants "DO IT!". Brandon walks over to TJ and crashes the microphone into TJ's head five times, drawing a thick running of blood.]

Thomas Simon: "Looks like Brandon got some payback tonight!"

["Strong Arm Broken" plays for Nytrus as he celebrates in the ring. the crowd cheers until suddenly the lights black out.]

Thomas Simon: "Ah! I"m scared Bob!"

Bob Herman: "Get the fuck off of me you fool!"

[The crowd is silent from surpirse and a scuffling can be heard in the ring and then a sudden and loud pop and shattering of glass. The lights switch back on and now the roles seemed to have flipped. Now Nytrus lays on the ground with a crimson mask and Nikki laid beside him and TJ and Roxxanne standing. There is also now a man dressed in all black with a broken light tube in his hand and long, dark hair covering his face.]

Thomas simon: "Who the hell is that? Killswitch?"

Bob Herman: "Who else do you think it would be, idiot?! Cyrus Moore?!"

[The mystery man cracks his neck left and then right before dropping the broken half of the tube. He then turns to a seemingly shocked TJ and offers out his hand. TJ's look of surprise changes to happiness as he shakes the man's hand, obviously knowing this would happen. He walks over and picks up the mic and then takes a knee beside Brandon.]

TJ: "Brandon, I know you can barely hear me right now, deja vu huh? But anywho, I want you to learn something from this. It's a very simple lesson after all. Always...have....an insurance policy. Something I definitely have right here! Assholes and ingrates, let me introduce to you my good friend, my brother in arms and most importantly my tag team partner in crime...the man simply known as CROW!"

Bob Herman/Thomas Simon: "WHAT?! WHO?! HUH?!"

[The man flips his hair out of his face and reveals himself to be clearly not Kuk Killswitch. He has thick lines of black face paint drawn under each eye in a straight line. He grins much like TJ does after an act of violence and shoots both arms straight out to his sides as "Bad Seed" by Metallica plays again and things fade to a comercial.]

Commercial

Match 5

Honey Winters- "Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall....

"Save Me" by Remy Zero hits the speakers to a massive ovation.

Honey Winters- "Introducing first, about to make her way to the ring... she is ROXI JOHNSON!

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

Honey Winters- "... and her opponent."

The crowd grows silent as heads shift towards the top of the ramp.

Thomas Simon- "This is what we've been waiting for, finally let's see what this arrogant S.O.B. can do!"

There's a long pause, a very long pause.

Bob Herman- "Where is he?"

Suddenly...

There's a massive mixed reaction from the crowd as "Cult of Personality" hits the speakers. Regardless if you love him or hate him, he sparks some sort of emotion.

Honey Winters- "About to make his way to the ring, he is making his in ring Thursday Night Takedown debut, ladies and gentleman, THE TRISTAN SLATER!"

THE Tristan Slater walks out to the top of the ramp dressed in his black tights that extend to his thigh, a black hoodie. Following Tristan is Wilson Baldwin. Wilson's dressed to impress as usual. THE Tristan Slater stops at the top of the ramp while Wilson keeps pumping his head.

Bob Herman- "There he is."

Thomas Simon- "Finally."

THE Tristan Slater starts walking towards the ring, followed by Wilson. They completely ignore the crowd as they reach ringside. THE Tristan Slater makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron before climbing up the set of turnbuckles where he unzips his hoodie before screaming out...

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "BEST IN THE WORLD!"

The mixed pop is louder as Slater hops into the ring before removing his hoodie. He passes it out to Wilson who continues to applaud Slater. The music fades away leaving nothing but the opening bell.

DING...DING...DING....

Bob Herman- "Here we go!"

Thomas Simon- "How is Roxi going to over come these odds? Slater's a foot taller than her, over one hundred and ten pounds of a weight advantage."

Bob Herman- "We've seen her do it before, Thomas, perhaps tonight is another night for her to do it again."

Slater and Roxi walk out to the center of the ring where flashbulbs flicker throughout the arena. Slater and Roxi lock up center ring, Slater uses his size and strength to shove Roxi to the mat to loud boo's from the crowd. Slater has a cocky grin on his face as he glances towards Wilson who states "Best in the World". Roxi works her way to her feet, she's non to pleased as she and Slater circle each other once again before locking up which see's Slater latch on to a side head lock. He cranks on the hold before being backed into the ropes by Roxi where she fires him across the ring, Slater bounces off the near side before mowing Roxi over with a shoulder block which sends her crashing on her back. Slater bounces off the ropes, Roxi rolls over to her chest, Slater leaps over Roxi bouncing off the far side, Roxi springs to her feet where she takes Slater over with an armdrag to a pop from the crowd! Roxi locks in a armbar on Slater!

Thomas Simon- "Roxi's going to have to do what she's doing, use her speed and quickness to deal with the larger Slater."

The referee is on the spot asking Slater to surrender, Tristan waves of the referee before starting to work his way to his feet before shoving his free hand back into the face of Roxi before pushing her back into the ropes where the referee is forced to lay the count to Johnson.

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE"

"FOUR"

Roxi releases her grasp on Slater's arm before taking a knee to the midsection which draws boo's from the crowd. Slater fires Roxi across the ring, Roxi bounces off the roeps and into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Slater! Tristan executes the cover!

Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THR

Roxi throws a shoulder up off the mat to a pop from the crowd. Tristan is the first to his feet where he picks Roxi up off the mat before smacking her across the chest with a knife edge chop which staggers Roxi back several back, yet Roxi comes right back with a forearm smash to the face of Slater! Tristan staggers back before coming back with a right hand which Roxi ducks under while running towards the ropes where she springboards off the middle rope catching Slater with a Missile Dropkick to a thunderous ovation from the crowd as Slater crashes to the mat!

Bob Herman- "Come on Roxi!"

Roxi reaches her feet where she reaches down picking Tristan up off the mat before taking him back into a neutral corner where she locks in a front face lock before stepping up to the middle rope. The crowd roars as Roxi peals off a Tornado DDT spiking Slater head first into the mat! She quickly rolls him over making the cover and hooking the nearest leg!

Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE

Slater throws a shoulder up off the mat to a gasp from the crowd!

Thomas Simon- "Roxi was eyelashes away from putting Slater away!"

The crowd is solidly behind Roxi as Wilson Baldwin is heard screaming instructions towards Slater as Roxi picks him up off the mat before shooting him across the ring and into a set of buckles! Roxi runs full speed looking for a running shoulder block! Slater side steps Roxi sending her crashing right shoulder first into the ring post! Tristan quickly takes control by pulling Roxi out into the center of the ring before driving her into the mat with an armbar DDT!

Bob Herman- "Tristan vowed that Roxi would Tap Out tonight, and seeing what he did to Trey Baxter just last week there's no telling what he's going to do now that he's got Roxi wounded!"

The crowd roars with boo's as Wilson Baldwin applauds from ringside while saying with a elevated tone... "BEST IN THE WORLD". Tristan reaches his feet where he lays several boots to the shoulder of Roxi before picking her up off the mat. Slater scoops her up before delivering a Hammerlock Body slam driving Roxi's body weight on top of her arm and shoulder. Tristan drops down making a cover on Roxi.

Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE

The crowd roars as Roxi throws a shoulder up off the mat before the fatal count of three!

Thomas Simon- "Slater had to know that he wasn't going to get Roxi right there, yet he's making her use energy to kick out."

Slater reaches a vertical base before reaching down where he looks to pick Roxi up off the mat only to have Johnson counter with an Inside Cradle!

Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE

Slater kicks out of the near fall before beating Roxi to her feet where he charges Roxi looking for a Clothesline From Hell! Roxi ducks her head which sends Slater bouncing off the ropes and into a Spinning Heel Kick that sends Tristan crashing to the mat! Roxi rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope where she reaches her feet! She measures Slater who starts working his way to a vertical base, Roxi springboards off the top rope delivering a Hurrincanranna to the delight of the crowd! Roxi nips up to her feet before charging towards the ropes where she delivers the REALITY BITES to Slater! The crowd explodes as Roxi executes the cover hooking the closest leg!

Referee and Crowd: ONE...... TWO...... THRE

A collective gasp from the crowd is heard as Slater throws a shoulder up off the mat before the fatal count of three.

Thomas Simon- "Impressive kick out by Slater! I thought this one was over!"

Roxi reaches a veritcal base where she reaches down looking to pick Slater up off the mat only to have it countered into a jaw breaker by Tristan! The crowd boo's as Slater reaches a vertical base before hurling Roxi towards a neutral corner! Slater charges towards Roxi delivering a running knee to the face before following it up by driving Roxi into the mat with a running bulldog headlock!

Bob Herman- "Slater is showing us all that maybe, just maybe he can live up to the hype that he's built for himself in such a short period of time."

Tristan rolls out to the ring apron before pulling himself to his feet using the ropes before climbing up to the top turnbuckle! Slater raises both arms up in the air before leaping off the top rope looking to deliver a Shooting Star Press! The crowd explodes as Roxi Johnson rolls out of the way causing Slater to crash and burn as he splashes the canvass! The crowd starts a solid chant of "ROXI, ROXI, ROXI" as Johnson pushes herself up to a vertical base, still favoring the right arm. Roxi measures Slater as he starts pushing his self to a vertical base!

Thomas Simon- "Roxi's setting Slater up for the Ray of Hope!"

As Slater is near a vertical base Roxi spingboards off the middle rope looking to deliver a vicious Disaster Kick to the temple of Slater! Slater ducks out of the way sending Roxi crashing into the mat! The crowd roars with boo's as Slater quickly drops down locking in the CANADIAN CROSSFACE!!

Bob Herman- "Crossface! Crossface! Slater's for Roxi in the center of the ring!

Thomas Simon- "She's got nowhere to go!"

Slater cranks back on the submission hold applying more and more pressure! Roxi tries to fight free but ultimately it's to much as she's forced to TAP OUT!

DING... DING... DING...

"Cult of Personality" hits the speakers!

Holy Winters- "The winner of this contest, via submission, THE TRISTAN SLATER!"

Slater continue to crank on the Crossface forcing the referee to lay the count to him!

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE"

"FOUR"

"FIVE"

DING....DING.....DING....

Slater's refusing to release his grasp on the hold!

Holly Johnson- "Ladies and Gentleman, the referee has REVERSED his decision, your winner as a result of a Disqualification, ROXI JOHNSON!"

Slater cranks further and further back on the Crossface until suddenly the ROOF EXPLODES as TREY BAXTER hits the ring! Slater quickly releases the hold before escaping the ring with Wilson in tow. Wilson snatches the microphone from Honey as Trey is shown checking on Roxi.

Wilson Baldwin- "Mr. Baxter, my client would like to inform you that if you want a piece of him after he forced you to tap out... He'll see you at Road 2 Glory!"

Thomas Simon- "YOU TALK ABOUT A MARQUEE MATCH! Road 2 Glory just got BIGGER!"

Trey helps Roxi to her feet while nodding his head in approval as Tristan and Wilson disappear behind the curtain.

Commercial

Match 6

Freddy Class: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is a tag team match and it’s scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 239 pounds…….he is the current MPW World Heavyweight Champion……ASH SOULSFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[The lights go out, “Massacre” by Escape the Fate begins to play. Then the stage fills with blue and green, sparks shower down from the MPWtron, and out comes Ash, walking through those sparks, in a hoodie vest, long wrestling gear, black elbow pads, and gloves. Ash stops at the entrance way and peeks from under his hoodie and then walks at a comfortable pace with the hood covering his face, smirking most of the time. 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 exposing the MPW World Title. Once that's done, he goes to the corner and props his self up on the corner turnbuckle awaiting his partner.]

Freddy Class: And his partner…he hails from Chicago, Illinois…..and he weighs in at 220 pounds….he is TREY BAXXXXXXXXXXXTEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!

[“Guerrilla 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 goes to fist bump Ash who holds up a high five palm. They both look awkward at each other and then turn their attention to the ramp.]

Freddy Class: And their opponents…..Introducing first……he hails from Melbourne, Australia and weighs in at 215 pounds…..he is the Army of One rumble winner he is leader of the Age of Arrogance….he is “PUNK” DRAKE HUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

[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. Suddenly his music stops as a video interrupts his.]

Thomas Simon: What in the? Another one?

Bob Herman: I believe this man…could be gunning for Drake.

Drake Hunter looks around for a bit confused again as to what these cryptic videos are. When it stops his tron starts up again and Drake continues down the ramp with a perplexed look on his face and slides into the ring.]

Freddy Class: And his partner…….Hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighs in at 235 pounds…..he is….I’m told to say this fans so I’m sorry….hmm….he is the absolute leader and true MPW Champion…..he is JOHNNNYYYY CLAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH!!

[Walk Away plays as to boos Johnny Clash 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 Ash and Trey, he then goes to the second turnbuckle spreading his arms out again before going down to the mat again. He turns around and orders Drake to go to the corner so he can start the match. In the other corner Ash and Trey are deciding who should start. Trey takes the reigns and is the one to confront his long time rival.]

Thomas Simon: Ohhhhh boy Trey and Johnny are starting this off!! Pay Per View calibre! You won’t see this on Monday Nights!

[Baxter and Clash tie up as the bell sounds. Clash gets Baxter in a headlock. Baxter slips out and wrenches the arm of Josh Clash. Clash manages to reverse it into an arm-wrench of his own, before pulling Baxter into Snap Suplex! Baxter gets to his feet and manages to avoid an elbow smash, grabbing Clash' arm and taking him over into an armbar! Clash manages to break free, but gets caught with a Spin-Kick to the chest that sends him staggering into the ropes. Baxter catches Clash with another kick before pulling him legs out from under him. Clash crashes to the mat, but rolls out of the way of a falling headbutt. Baxter grabs his head and stumbles back. Clash grabs him and takes him over with a Back Suplex. He brings Baxter to his feet and catches him with a knee to the gut, following up with a stiff Elbow Strike to the jaw. Baxter misses a punch and gets taken over with a Snap Suplex! Clash wrenches on another headlock and drags Baxter to his corner. Clash makes the tag. Hunter climbs the turnbuckles and jumps off, driving a Double Axe Handle Smash to the back of Tristan Baxter. Clash steps out onto the apron as Hunter lands a hard chop across the chest of Baxter. Baxter steps back and makes a dive to his corner. Hunter grabs his leg and keeps him from making the tag.]

Thomas Simon: Clash and Hunter are working to together to cut the ring in half!

Bob Herman: If your opponent makes the tag, all the work you just did goes out the window! Very smart move by my man Clash and the AOA leader!

[Hunter pulls Baxter to his feet with a handful of hair and lays him flat with a Gutwrench-Suplex. He follows up with a tight chin-lock, pulling back as hard as he can. Baxter struggles, but manages to get into the ropes. The referee calls for the break and Hunter obeys without missing a beat. He pulls Baxter to his feet and delivers a powerful Scoop Slam in the center of the ring. Baxter starts to get to his feet, but gets caught in a Sleeper! Baxter fights it, but cannot break free. He reaches for his partner, who is a mile away. He manages to take a few steps forward, but falls to his knees. Hunter uses his leverage, only making things worse for Trey Baxter. Baxter reaches out again, crawling to his partner. Hunter squeezes tighter, causing Baxter's arm to suddenly go limp.  After failing to get a verbal response, the referee raises Baxter's arm. It falls back down to the mat, lifeless. He raises it again, and again it slaps back down to the mat.] 

Thomas Simon: If his arm falls a third time, this match is over.

Bob Herman: It would be a short night for Trey Baxter!!

[The referee raises Baxter's arm a third time and it begins to drop. Just as the referee is about to call for the bell, Baxter extends his arm. He beats his hand on the mat and powers to his knees. Hunter tries his best, but cannot keep him down. Still out of reach from his partner, Baxter manages to get to his feet. He pulls Hunter forward a bit, and drops down to his knees - catching Hunter in a jaw-breaker. In a desperate attempt, Baxter dives forward and makes the hot tag to Ash Soulsfate. Hunter is quick to make the tag to Clash. Ash rushes in and meets Clash in the center of the ring. The fans are pounding the chairs with intensity!]

Thomas Simon: Listen to this crowd!

[They exchange a few words before trading punches! Ash drives Clash into the ropes with a series of hard lefts and rights. Clash steps forward and crashes down onto the mat. He scrambles to his feet, but catches a boot to the stomach. DDT! Ash makes the cover.]

1!

2!

[Clash kicks out. Ash pulls him to his feet and catches him with an inside European Uppercut. Clash gets whipped into the ropes, getting floored with a Shoulder Block on the rebound. Ash climbs to the middle rope and misses an elbow drop. He gets to his feet, but Clash is waiting with a big clothesline. He gets Ash back to his feet and plants him firmly into the mat with a brutal Piledriver. Clash gets to his feet and raises his arms to the crowd to jeers before making the tag to the Punk. Hunter gets in and attempts but Ash avoids a chop and counters with one of his own. Drake wobbles, but doesn't go down. Ash throws another hard chop that has Drake reeling. Ash scoops up Hunter and slams him to the mat. Ash misses a knee drop and gets back to his feet, holding his leg. Hunter catches him with a Standing Dropkick that sends him back down. Ash gets whipped to the ropes. He comes running back and Hunter hoists him up for a Samoan drop but Ash slips free and grabs Clash, lifting up and delivering a devastating Spine Buster! Drake writhes in pain as Ash hurries to his feet. He gets to the corner for the tag, but Hunter comes rushing from his corner and pulls Baxter down from the apron to the floor. Trey reacts with a punch to the Punk. Hunter blocks a second punch, and ducks then irish whips Baxter into the guard rail. The referee tries to stop Hunter, but he shoves him out of the way and grabs a ringside chair. The referee again tries to stop Hunter, who again shoves him out of the way. He raises the chair high overhead and stands over the fallen Trey Baxter. At the very last second, Clash pulls the chair away from his partner and throws it to the floor. They have a heated exchange before the referee forces everyone back to the ring.]

Thomas Simon: Oh my goodness! Johnny Clash stops his partner from getting disqualified!

Bob Herman: I think the tension is boiling over on both sides, Tommy Boy. 

[Ash is hurt back in the ring as outside the ring Clash is yelling at Drake to get back to his corner.]

Johnny Clash: Get your head right you overgrown hormone!

Thomas Simon: Wow Clash really lit into Drake there.

[Drake gets back to his corner as Baxter is still reeling outside the ring being tended to. Clash slides back in the ring and sees Ash fighting to get to his feet and quickly side kicks his leg from under him. Clash picks him up and takes him over with a Dragon Screw, holding onto the leg and locking in a Single-Leg Boston Crab. Ash can't get free and is nowhere near the ropes. Trey Baxter comes out of nowhere and climbs to the top rope and quickly comes crashing down with kick to his back. Clash snaps to the mat, releasing the hold. Baxter is forced back to his corner while both legal competitors get to their feet slowly and lock up again. Clash applies an Arm-Wrench, but Ash catches him with a punch to the jaw to break free. Clash gets caught with second and third punches, but blocks a forth, countering with an elbow strike to the chest. Ash doubles over and gets caught with a knee to the head. Ash falls to his knees. Clash quickly bounces off the ropes and drops down with a clothesline - but catches a boot to the gut! Ash gets to his feet, pulling Clash close and taking him over with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex! Ash gets to his corner, and this time the tag is accepted. Baxter comes in and catches the prone Clash with a stomp to the ribs, and follows up with an Elbow Drop for the pin.]

1!

2!

[Clash kicks out. Baxter pulls him up and delivers a Three Kick Combo. Clash falls into the ropes and bounces back. Baxter catches him on the rebound with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick! Clash crashes to the mat, Trey with the cover!!]

1!

2!

[Drake Hunter jumps into make the save, dropping a knee to the head of Baxter. He pulls Baxter to his feet and delivers a DIA before returning to his corner!]

Thomas Simon: Both men are out in the middle of the ring!

Bob Herman: The referee has begun his count. This crowd won't be happy with a draw!

1!
2!
3!

[Clash crawls toward his corner. Baxter rolls over onto his stomach, but can't manage to move any further.]

4!
5!
6!

[Clash gets to his knees. Baxter gets to all fours and crawls a few feet before collapsing again.]

7!
8!
9!

[Clash makes the tag! Hunter rushes in and stops Baxter from reaching his partner. Hunter brings Baxter up to his feet and drops him down with a snap-mare. Hunter drops a hard elbow to the chest. He bounces off the ropes and jumps up, delivering another elbow to the chest. He makes the cover.]

1!
2!

[Baxter reverses the pin into one of his own! The referee slides back into position.]

1!
2!

[Hunter breaks free, but Baxter is still on his chest. He rains down hard lefts and rights onto Hunter before the referee breaks it up. Hunter has a bloody nose, but gets to his feet in a hurry. Baxter ducks a clothesline, but Hunter doubles back and catches him with another. As Baxter falls, he manages to get the tag. Drake Hunter and Ash Soulsfate rush into the ring and stare each other down. Drake moves toward Ash, as he does, he sends him back into his corner, as he does Clash slaps him on his chest. Clash runs into the ring, and gets nailed with a spear.] 

Thomas Simon: Johnny Clash just got sent out of his boots with that spear!

Bob Herman: This isn’t the way to ………..what the hell?

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[Tristan Slater’s music blasts and Baxter immediately turns around as Slater comes sauntering out onto the stage. He locks eye contact with Trey as Baxter drops down from the apron and the two approach each other on the ramp and begin to exchange lefts and rights.]

Thomas Simon: Look at these two go at it!!!

[Security rushes out to try and break it up as the two rivals are now trading back and forth with Trey taking control. Trey kicks Tristan in the gut and goes for the lights out but security guards grab him pulling him off. Tristan takes advantage and tackles Trey on the stage. More officials pour out from the back to try and regain some order. Back in the ring the ref is distracted as Clash low blows Ash as he is trying to get him to his feet. Clash turns around goes over to tag Drake in. Drake surprises everyone and drops down from the apron throwing his hands up in the air.]

Bob Herman: Drake is committing career suicide!!!

[Clash is yelling at Drake whilst clutching the top rope. He is surprised as Ash quickly lifts him up from behind into a reverse death valley position and then continues to nail the Adios Motherfucker! On Clash! Drake folds his arms and smirks as Ash covers Clash. The ref counts]

1……
2……
3!!!!!!!

Thomas Simon: Ash has done it!! He’s won this match for his team!

Bob Herman: It was Drake who really won this match for Ash. If he wasn’t such an Auss…

Thomas Simon: WHAT THE HELL?!?!

[Drake slides in the ring while Ash is getting his hand raised and quickly chop blocks him. Drake grabs him and lifts him to his feet then proceeds to nail the DIA on to the World Champ! The crowd boos as Drake smirks and stares a hole through the laid out Champ.]

Thomas Simon: Drake has fired the first shot!! How will Ash react next week!?!?! You’ll have to tune in to find out! Good night MPW nation!!!

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