Dark Match: Gabriel Griffin vs. Zaven

Overview: Not much known about these guys going in. Gabe Griffin is a spitfire from the start of the match and gets the fans under his control. His ring presence is spectacular and Zaven looks cold and full of ring rust. Gabe gives the crowd what they want to see from a new up and coming Superstar. Zaven gets Gabriel ready for his finisher when Gabriel ducks it. He runs under the attack of Zaven and springs forward with a Beat U. He gets the pinfall at 7:24.

Winner: Gabriel Griffin via Pinfall

Reaction: Gabriel Griffin has a bright future here in MPW. He has been granted a 30 day Rookie Contract. Zaven has yet to be called.

Last week, Ash Soulsfate and Trey Baxter defeat their Rivals Johnny Clash and Drake Hunter in a huge main event tag team match. This week it's Age of Arrogance taking on Bliss and Roxi Johnson. What will the AOA do next and will Johnny Clash orchestrate another attack on Ash and Trey? Find out tonight on TNT!

[The fans get up out of their seats as the camera pans around and zooms in from different angles on signs and "MPDUB!" Chants. The scene goes to the announce table as the music continues to play]

Thomas Simon: Welcome to Thursday Night Takedown!

Bob Herman: What a spectacular card we have for you tonight.

Thomas Simon: As usual the MPW Superstars are ready to go and we will start with...

Thomas Simon: It's Bliss!

[Bliss walks out on to the stage as the fans cheer for her. She poses and walks down the ramp and slaps some fans hands. She stops on the bottom and hits the Sin City Championship around her waste. She slides in the ring]

Honey Winters: Introducing your Sin City Champion, The Goddess Bliss!

[Bliss takes the microphone as the music dies down]

Fans: "BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS BLISS!"

Bliss: Wow Thank you so much! Every time I step through that curtain and head down to this ring you fans make me feel incredible. Thank you!

[The fans cheer again and Bliss nods and smiles at them]

Bliss: Well right now im out here to address my Sin City Championship. I have held this belt more and longer than anyone else and I have certainly beaten the best along the way.

Thomas Simon: Drake Hunter being the latest

Bob Herman: Bliss has almost beaten everyone. I can think of a few names

Bliss: With that, our biggest pay per view of the year is coming up. Road to Glory. Down in Texas you better believe I will be putting this Title on the line because I am a fighting Champion.

[The fans cheer for her again as she puts her hand on the belt around her waste]

Bliss: the question is who? I have beaten the best already I don't think there is anyone left. All the men back there have bowed to me. From Aidan Caine to Drake Hunter to Rage I have beaten them all. There is not a single man back there that can take this title away from me...

Thomas Simon: Woe What is this!

Bob Herman: It's Roxi!

[Roxi Johnson walks out to the ramp to a huge pop from the fans.]

Thomas Simon: these two will be parterning up tonight to take on AOA! I can't wait to hear their game plan!

[Roxi steps between the ropes as Bliss smirks and stares at her confused. The music cuts and Roxi takes a microphone as she stands in front of Bliss]

Bliss: Roxi. I didn't expect to see you out here until later tonight.

Roxi Johnson: I know Bliss we have our tag team match in the main event tonight. While I would love to dicuss a strategy with you, something else you said caught my attention.

[Bliss puts her hands on her hips and looks at Roxi still confused]

Roxi Johnson: You just said that you have beaten everyone. Beating every man backstage. Well Bliss, so have I.

[Bliss's eyebrows raise as she smirks at Roxi]

Roxi Johnson: Both of us have been here from the beginning and our paths haven't crossed yet. If you want to make the statement that you have beaten everyone, you have to beat me first. And Bliss, I am no Kandi Washington.

[The fans cheer as these two come face to face]

Bliss: You make some valid points Roxi. So you are saying that you want to face me at Road to Glory for the Sin City Championship?

Roxi Johnson: No, im saying I want to beat you at Road to Glory for the Sin City Championship.

[Roxi smiles as the fans cheer them both again. Bliss steps forward and takes the microphone up to her mouth slowly]

Bliss:.......... you're on

Thomas Simon: WOE!

Bob Herman: this is huge!

Thomas Simon: I know Road to Glory is stacked!

Bob Herman: Oh.. yeah... Road to Glory!

[The two shake hands and smile as Roxi points to the Sin City Championship. The scene cuts back to the announce table as the TNT music kicks back in]

Thomas Simon: What an announcement! Bliss and Roxi Johnson will meet at Road to Glory for the Sin City Championship

Bob Herman: Can't wait to watch these two tango!

Commercial:

Match 1

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

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

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

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

[He slides into the ring and quickly springs to his feet, rushing across and climbing the far turnbuckle. He raises his arms up above his head for a moment before hopping back down onto the canvas, turning around and leaning against the corner ready and waiting]

Thomas Simon: Let's start this match!

[Cross lands a cheap shot early as he beats down Andrews, forcing him into the turnbuckle as Andrews dodges a running elbow and goes to the second rope, looking to hit a hurricanrana early. But Cross counters, and just in the instant hits a massive powerbomb that has him already in immense control of the match.]

Thomas Simon: what a move by Cross

Bob Herman: Andrews will pick it up don't worry

[Cross locks in a quick submission hold as Andrews tries to squirm free of the leg lock and does, but Cross is right back on the attack, stomping on Andrews’s leg as he locks in a leg lock once more. Cross lands a leg drop and attempts a two count, but Andrews kicks out and pulls himself up on the ropes, waiting for Cross to charge as he plays possum and pulls down on the ropes, hurling Cross out of the ring.]

Thomas Simon: What a tricky move there!

Bob Herman: I'm just waiting for Taufik to come out here and attack Andrews

Thomas Simon: I hope he doesn't ruin this match!

[Andrews poses on the apron for a second before he waits for Cross to get to his feet, flying high in the air and hitting a Andrews body, and as both men land on the outside, Andrews makes it to his feet first, looking for his finisher. But Cross dodges, and then as he gets to his feet, hits a rolling elbow that almost renders Andrews unconscious. Cross hurls Andrews back in the ring, follows up with a pin that gets a two count, and then picks him back up, setting up for another rolling elbow.]

Bob Herman: Ready to hit another move!

Thomas Simon: What impact!

[But this time, more aware of his predicament, Andrews dodges, running to the ropes and looking for a clothesline. Cross ducks, and on Andrews’s rebound, Cross hits an elbow to his jaw, stopping him in mid-run, and then Cross goes to the ropes himself, hitting an elbow of his own. Andrews is down, and Cross looks to lock in the sharpshooter, only for it to be spun out of by Andrews, who then gets to his feet and looks for an enzugiri. Cross ducks once more, and as Andrews is down, Cross hits an elbow drop to his leg, and then locks in a sharpshooter making Andrews tap out for the victory.]

Thomas Simon: What a win!

Honey Winters: here is your winner, Shaun Cross!

Commercial:

"Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad" By Blessthefall begins to play and the lights turn blood red. After the intro the lights begin to violently strobe to the beat. Kuk Killswitch comes out from the back in his championship on his shoulder. He is dressed in a pair of black Track pants, a black T-Shirt, a old torn Black and Red Hoodie, and a pair of cheap Sneakers. He smirks as he holds up the Championship and points to himself. He then places the title on his shoulder again and begins to walk down the ramp.

Honey Winters:"Please welcome, the MPW X-Core Champion, The Hardcore Reject, KUKK KIIILLSSSSWWIIITCCCHHHH!!!!!"

Kuk is now at the end of the ramp and he bounces back and forth between one leg and the other. He stops and slides into the ring. Kuk stands up and holds his title in the air again before being given a microphone. He stands in the middle of the ring and soaks in the mixed reaction before opening his mouth the speak.

Kuk Killswitch:"See, now I come out here with this damn title, and y'all still wanna' boo me. That's just mean. THE Hardcore Reject Kuk Killswitch has finally won the X-Core Championship, and y'all wanna' continue to BOO ME?! Typical fan. Useless, pathetic, full of shit. You'll cheer for guys like Ash Soulsfate, but not me? Sad excuses of people you all are."

The fans boo, Kuk doesn't seem to care.

Kuk Killswitch:"Boo me ALLLLL you want, but I am still THE X-Core Champion! Can't change that."

Kuk laughs.

Kuk Killswitch:"Now last week, Brandon NyTrish came out here and said he want's his rematch at Road Two Glory. And if I win, no more shots for him till I lose the title. If he wins vice versa. First of all, where does NyTrish come from thinking he can make the rules?! He is NOT in charge here. Shit, doesn't look like anyone is anymore. NyTrish, you want a damn shot so bad? Too bad. You lost, get to the back of the line. Clash didn't get a rematch, TJ didn't get a rematch, Trey Baxter didn't even get a rematch. What makes you think you deserve one?"

The crowd boos again. A small "REMATCH" chant is heard, Kuk ignores it.

Kuk Killswitch:"Also speaking of last week..."

*Suddenly the beginning of "City" by Hollywood Undead booms over the loud speakers and the crowd dips into a massive crescendo of boos as "Punk" Drake Hunter walks out from the back with a wide grin on his face, Chris Cable and Andre Dixon in tow as he makes his way onto the ramp and executes a 'Sweet Dreams' taunt as he pulls a microphone out of his jacket pocket as he raises it to his mouth, still walking towards the ring with his fellow Age of Arrogance members in tow.

Drake Hunter: Kuk, Kuk, Kuk. I thought we went through this last week when i saved this company's ratings from you're useless rantings, and people could actually listen to something they WANT to listen to, and that's me.

Kuk Killswitch: Hunter, the last thing people want to listen to is your insane rants about how they're a disease.

Drake Hunter: You're probably right, they probably don't want to listen to me. But here's the thing. They have to! Because this is my company, and i'm saving this place, this business, from them. I'm saving this business from people like you, who suck up to these stupid people.

*There is an incredibly loud chorus of boos from the crowd as they start to chant 'Hunter sucks. Hunter sucks.'

Drake Hunter: Oh really? I suck? You see? This is exactly what i'm talking about!! You people are nothing but a blight on society!! On this business! Do you really think i care about what you're all chanting? Do you really think that i care about anything you fucking people think!

*The crowd descends into an even greater collection of boos and jeers, and Drake just grins evilly at them, trying to egg them on further.

Drake Hunter: I don't care about you, just like i don't care if you boo me, or if you boo my comrades behind me. We are protecting the wrestling business from you, we are saving the wrestling business from you. We are a shield, so to speak, a barrier, to save all of these wrestlers who actually work their asses off just to please you and to make more money for those lackies in corporate.

*Drake looks into the camera dead on, moving his head forward so that it almost engulfs the screen.

Drake Hunter: It must kill you inside, to see your beloved Millennium Pro Wrestling being turned into MY show. Millennium PUNK Wrestling. Well guess what you fat, useless pieces of crap in corporate. You no longer own this place, because the inmates are running the asylum, and these inmates have had enough of the wardens. You fucking corporate junkies are the wardens.

Drake Hunter: And guess what? You've got Johnny Clash calling the shots, and you've got us - the Age of Arrogance - dominating the show. So what are you going to do about it? Send a couple of your bitches after us? Maybe Trey Baxter and Ash Soulsfate, or hell, even you're "X-Core Champion" here Kuk Killswitch.

*Drake says the name of the title with an incredible amount of mocking, dissing the very title inside the middle of that ring. He grins as he gets closer to the ring apron and tells Cable to go to one side of the ring, and Andre to the other.

Thomas Simon: Oh no!! Oh NO!! The Age of Arrogance has trapped Kuk inside that ring, there's no way out!!!

Bob Herman: Ohhh yes!! Here we go, they're going to make an example out of our X-Core champion!!

Drake Hunter: How much of what you were just saying did they write huh? How much of that was sincere, how much did you want to simply stop talking in the middle of that speech of yours and give the camera - and corporate - the finger, huh?

Drake Hunter: You're just like Bliss, you're just like Ash, you're just like Trey, and you're just like all the rest of those goddamn people back there. You do this because they tell you to. Heel or face? It doesn't matter! You do this, because that's what corporates want, because that's what brings them more money, and you do it because you have to, because that's what brings in the next paycheck.

Drake Hunter: I do this, because i want to. Because i have control over what i do around here - what WE do around here. We don't have anybody holding us back. We can come out here and do whatever the fuck we want, because we feel like it. It's that simple, and in the end, what can corporate do to stop something that just keeps racking in more and more money for them?

Drake Hunter: How can they stop the thing that makes this company so popular? You see Kuk, you're insignificant. You're just a side-part of their plan, you're nothing more than a very small part of the machine that corporate are winding around and around, and you wanna know what comes out of that machine? Money. Money makes the world go round - or at least in their minds.

Drake Hunter: And then there's us, the ones who are rising up against the Machine. The ones who are bringing forth the revolution, to stop this injustice from occurring, to stop the fans, and corporate, from ruining this company, and this business.

Drake Hunter: People cheer you because you can swing a chair over your head and make people bleed. So what? What else have you done here besides lose a couple of matches and then win one? What impact have you made in this company, and why haven't you made one? Because of corporates, because you're too busy sucking those people's dicks to even try to make an impact here.

Kuk Killswitch: What about this Hunter? Huh!

*Kuk raises the X-Core title.

Kuk Killswitch: I don't see one of these around your shoulders, and right now you're relying on two of your cronies to surround me. I'm not fucking scared, so if you want a piece of me, then step into my Kingdom, I'll give you the whole DAMN thing!

*The fans start cheering, chanting Kuk's name as he holds up the title. In response, Cable and Dixon jump up onto the apron and stare holes through Kuk.

Drake Hunter: I would rather give one of these disease-infested people a hug then hold that worthless piece of crap you're holding high in the air right now.

*The fans boo once more.

Drake Hunter: But Kuk, i don't care what you think, just like i don't care about what anybody else thinks of me. And that's the point, we are here to bring about a revolution, we are here to usher in a new era, the era of Arrogance. Do NOT, forget that.

*With that Drake grins once more and Cable and Dixon jump off the turnbuckle, walking back to Drake while still staring at Kuk. They back up off the ramp as "City" by Hollywood Undead booms over the loud speakers and the three back up the ramp, grinning arrogantly as the screen cuts out.

Match 2

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

Honey Winters: Making his way to the ring, from Singapore. Taufik!

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

Honey Winters: And his opponent from Miami Florida, Tyler Rose!

[Tyler Rose then emerges from the back, standing atop the rampway, basking in the light a smile upon his face.]

[The match opened with typical attacking nature from Taufik, while Tyler was biding his time, waiting for Taufik to miss an over-emphatic clothesline as he transitioned into an armbar, holding Taufik in the lock for a few moments before Taufik was able to make it to the ropes, and Tyler releases the hold. But Tyler was right back onto the attack, hitting multiple leg drops before looking for a front facelock facebuster, although Taufik was able to counter with a twist out and hit a bulldog, with Taufik right back on the attack.]

Thomas Simon: Taufik looking good tonight

Bob Herman: I am very impressed with both superstars

[After a couple of minutes Taufik changed into a snapmare position and looked for a running cutter, looking to shift the tide of the match and cement a thorough pin, but Tyler was able to flip Taufik over and hit a back body drop, but onto Taufik’s front, and as Taufik got to his knees, Rose charged and hit a running kick to Taufik’s jaw.]

Bob Herman: What a kick!

Thomas Simon: That rattled the arena!

[However, with his distinct tenacity Taufik got straight back up, running into a dropkick from Tyler Rose, before Tyler went for a cover and got a two count, Taufik getting a shoulder up. Tyler attempted to lock in another submission, but Taufik broke free and bounced against the ropes, leaping high into the air, looking for a Lucha DDT. But Rose held onto Taufik as he leapt in the air, locking in a bear hug, and holding on as he ran towards the turnbuckle, dropping Taufik onto the turnbuckle.]

Thomas Simon: what is Ian Andrews doing here?

[Andrews walks down to ringside and sits next to the announcers in silence. Taufik fought out of the bear hug, hitting elbows to the side of Tyler’s head, before Tyler finally broke free, and leapt onto the second turnbuckle, attempting a diving DDT. Taufik hits it and goes for the pin. Ian Andrews jumps up on to the turnbuckle. He distracts Taufik as the referee tells him to get down. Taufik walks towards him but Tyler Rose rolls him up from behind]

1...2....3!

Thomas Simon: Rose wins! Ian distracted Taufik!

Bob Herman: What is this now!? Ian he is your teacher!

[Ian slides in the ring and starts stomping away on Taufik. He lifts him up and hits the Andrews Effect. The fans give a mixed reaction but mostly cheer as Ian walks away]

[Scene opens with a camera following behind Tim Bowers as he looks for someone to interview]

Tim Bowers; Hey Joe... wait here, I gotta take a leak. Be right back.

Joe [from behind the camera]: Yeah sure dude.

[Tim disappears around a corner and the camera man pans around, zooming in on random items like a piece of paper on the floor, a spider in a web and then he catches movement in what appears to be a storage area for chairs and equipment for the arena. Curious he starts to move toward the commotion, careful to stay out of direct view and catches the face of a familiar Blonde spitfire]

Bliss: I hope you know that this doesn't mean anything!

[She adjusts her spandex top and then puts her hands on her hips as she's talking to someone who's hidden behind a stack of cabling]

Bliss: Smirk all you want you bastard it won't happen again. Ever!

[She angrily growls out a sigh.]

Male voice: You're hilarious Kahlan... I bet I can prove you wrong...

[There's a laugh to the voice and Joe tires to move in closer to catch a glimpse of the man Bliss is speaking too]

Bliss: I'm tired of you trying to prove shit to me Drake....this is insane and in a couple minutes I'm going to kick your ass all the way back to Vegas

[the camera man finally is able to make out a flash of dark and blonde hair and recognizable smile]

Drake: I look forward to it.

[Bliss huffs frustrated. She fingers her wrist before storming off in the opposite direction. Drake moves out from where he was hidden by the equipment and watches her leave. He whistles at her. She turns and flashes him the bird.]

Drake [yelling]: Always a pleasure Goddess...

[Drake turns and the cameraman knocks over a box while trying to stay out of view. Drake's mirthful smile suddenly disappears and he walks very quickly toward the man.]

Drake: What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Joe: I was going to ask you the same thing... hey aren't you facing her and Roxi in a few minutes?

[Drake rolls his eyes.]

Drake: Thank you captain obvious. I guess it's not to far fetched to assume you were hired for your brains...

[He rolls his eyes with sarcasm. He walks past the man and Joe runs along beside him, catching a side profile.]

Joe: What were you doing in that broom closet with Bliss?

[Drake stops, looking straight ahead for a second before facing the cameraman, the mirthful smile returned to his lips.]

Drake: Making sure we had enough brooms to go around. Seems Bliss also shares an affinity for... brooms.

[He smirks and laughs while he walks away, just as Tim comes out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his pants. He looks up and sees Drake. He starts to run after him.]

Tim Bowers: Drake... Drake... a couple minutes....

[Drake laughs at Tim as he turns a corner. Tim turns and looks furious at the cameraman.]

Tim: What the hell did you say to him to chase him off? I've been trying to get an interview with him for months

Joe: Oh have I got a story for you...

[The scene fades out]

Match 3

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

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

[They walk around the ring and slide in on the opposite side of the ramp, mounting the turnbuckles and posing for the fans before jumping down and doing a chest bump in the center of th ring and then settling down in their corner. "Break The Silence" plays from the PA system and the lights turn dark. A single spotlight lands on the center part of the stage. Nikki Schott walks into it. The music picks up and the lighting turns to strobes and red undertone lighting. "The Hardcore Icon" Brandon Nytrus and Aaron "Stone" Cruz step out onto the stage.]

Honey Winters: Accompanied by Nikki Schott... At a combined weight of 526 lbs... "The Hardcore Icon" Brandon Nytrus, Aaron "Stone" Cruz... New England Nightmare!!!

[The three make their way down the ramp. Cruz getting pumped up. Hopping up and down and talking smack to the crowd. Brandon with a straight face with his focus set on his opponents in the ring. Once they make it into the ring, they look out to the crowd. Cruz smiles and slaps his partner's chest.]

[The bell rings, Matt and Brandon steps out on the apron, as Adam and Cruz slowly start to circle each other in the center of the ring, before locking up in the collar and elbow. Aaron gaining the upper hand overpowering Steele pushing him back into the corner, squashing him into the turnbuckles with a brutal knee to the abdomen. Adm doubles over and Cruz hooks the arm and sends him flying across with a hiptoss, Adam sits up arching his back as Aaron marches over to him. Cruz lands a series of clubbing blows to the chest of Steele before locking in a chinlock. Adam fights to get out of the hold, but to no avail, Aaron has him in an iron clasp wringing Adams head.]

Thomas Simon: Adam Steele in trouble here from the get go

[Slowly Cruz drags Steele up still holding him in the chinlock, forcing him over to the corner, Nytrus tags himself in and lands a heavy right to the ribs of Steele. Brandon quickly grabs Adam and sends him into the ropes and plants him on the mat with a spinebuster rolling onto his opponent in a float over motion for a lazy cover.]

Thomas Simon: Can this really be it already

Bob Herman: The idiot probably doesn't know he has to kick out

[1...2 Steele gets his shoulder up, Nytrus grabs him by the hair and starts pounding his opponent with stiff rights. He forcefully drags Adam back to his feet before tagging in his partner, they grab Steele and double whip him into the ropes nailing him with a double team flapjack. Brandon steps out and Aaron again goes to work over Steele, dragging him up and into the corner working him over with vicious kicks and stomps, he once again pulls Adam back up, draping his arms over the ropes. Cruz springs into motion, rebounding of the ropes and going for a clothesline, but Adam evades rolling out of the corner and comes up behind Cruz. Aaron hits the turnbuckles hard and staggers backwards right into a backdrop from Steele.]

Thomas Simon: Seems like Adam Steele is back in the game

Bob Herman: Back in the game?! he is hardly moving

[Both are down rolling around on the mat crawling towards their partners in the corner, the crowd cheering on as they inch their way. Cruz is the first to tag and Nytrus storms in and over to Adam, who is inches from the outstretched hand of his brother, he grabs him by the leg and pulls Adam back, punishing him with a brutal stomp on the back. Nytrus forcefully drags Adam off the mat and scoops him up on his shoulders going for the Oklahoma Stampede, but Steele slides down his back and sends Brandon head first into the turnbuckles, while almost throwing himself towards Matt's outstretched hand.]

Thomas Simon: and Adam finally gets the tag and Matt storms in like a firecracker

[Matt Steele rushes in and over to the rattled Nytrus pummeling away on the big man's back, then grabbing the arm sending Brandon into the ropes, springing into the ropes on the opposite side himself and flying at Nytrus with a crossbody. The hardcore Icon stops dead in his tracks catching Matt in the air. Steele fidgeting and wriggling, trying to make the big man fall but to no avail.]

Bob Herman: The moron really thing he can bring Nytrus down by that?

Thomas Simon: Don't know Bob, but great showing of power and ring presence by The Hardcore Icon here

[A grin grows on Nytrus, who stats laughing at Steele's attempt, before throwing him up on the shoulder and driving him back first into the turnbuckles and the the mat with a powerslam. Nytrus quickly tags in his partner and the two grab Matt's arms and legs throwing him high into the air. Brandon catching Matt around the torso and Cruz the neck driving Steele to the mat with a powerbomb neckbreaker combo.]

Thomas Simon: What a move here from the New England Nightmare, this could be it!!!!

Bob Herman: Nope Tommy boy, Dumb comes to the rescue of Dumber

[As Cruz rolls over for the cover, Adam comes flying cross the ring with an axe handle breaking up the pin. Brandon grabs the older Steele and throws him out to the floor with ease following after and starting to work on Adam at ringside with heavy rights and lefts. Inside the ring Cruz has pulled Matt back to his feet. The dazed Steele is throwing wild swings while wobbling around in the center, Aaron standing laughing at the ropes while watching the spectacle, before charging nailing Steele with a big boot. Matt hits the mat hard and rolls to the outside under the bottom rope. Cruz walks over to the ropes staring down at his opponent, smirking, before following.]

Thomas Simon: The New England Nightmare taking the action to the outside

Bob Herman: Of course the Steele brothers don't belong in the ring with athletes of the caliber of Cruz and Nytrus

[Aaron is stomping away on the floored Matt, as Nytrus is pummeling away on Adam, who is hanged up on the guardrail. Cruz finally drags up Matt and signals Brandon on the opposite side. The two grab the Steele brothers and whips them towards each other, but Matt and Adam hook their arms as they pass each other and start dancing around each other stopping facing one another and doing what looks like a sort of dance.]

Thomas Simon: Bring out the lederhoosen, the Steele brothers are back in the game

Bob Herman: Their making a mockery of the the wrestling business is what they do!!!

[The New England Nightmare close in on either side of the dancing Steele brothers, who doesn't seem to notice them. Nytrus and Cruz charges, but Adam and Matt, catch them on the run and starts the dance a new with their oppnents. Suddenly it seems like Adam remembers what he is there for and nails Cruz with a right, Matt stops and looks confused at his dancing partner, Nytrus, who swings at him, but Matt ducks and comes up behind Nytrus with a club like blow to the back. Quickly he slides into the ring as Adam rolls in Cruz.]

Bob Herman: Finally we can get back to wrestling

Thomas Simon: you don't like to dance Bobo?

[Matt grabs the rising Aaron and whips him across the ring and into the ropes catching him with a high leg lariat on the rebound. Swiftly he spins back to his feet and tags in his brother. Real Steele grab Cruz by the arms dragging him and whipping him into the ropes ones more, as they take a three point stands and launches themselves at Aaron with a double shoulderblock to a pop from the crowd. Cruz goes down, but stands right back up, staring at Real Steele celebrating with their back turns. Matt turns to go to his corner, but gets caught with a massive right from Aaron, Adam swiftly spins around and charges with another shoulderblock. This time Cruz stays on his feet, mocking Steele with a dust off motion. Adam springs into the ropes ones again and goes for another shoulder block, with the same result. He goes for a third, Matt has finally come back to his senses and crawls behind Aaron on all four as Adam charges, Cruz is taken down as he stumbles over the younger Steele, who quickly rolls out of the ring. Adam stands and stares as Aaron scrambles to his feet, waiting for a chance to go for the Adamantium Cutter, as Cruz stands he sets into motion, but is tripped from the outside by Nikki.]

Thomas Simon: Hey! This isn't a handicap match!

Bob Herman: It ain't cheating if you don't get caught Tommy Boy

[Aaron Cruz quickly stumbles over to his corner and Brandon Nytrus steps in, on the other side Adam tags in Matt. The two men stare each other down from across the ring, then both charges Nytrus going for a huge clothesline, but Matt ducks it and runs through, Brandon stops and spins, as Matt springboards of the second rope taking the big man down with a moonsault.]

Thomas Simon: David took down Goliath with a slingshot, Matt takes down Nytrus with a springboard its almost poetic

[Again Matt tags in Adam, then setting up the rising Brandon Nytrus for a backdrop, as Adam comes off the ropes with a lariat. Nytrus is planted on the mat, Matt rolls to the apron and Adam tags him back in as they grab a leg each and hit the wishbone leg splitter. Brandon rolls around in pain, in the center of the ring, holding his groin area, as Adam steps out on the apron for another quick tag as both Steele's climb the corner and dive off.]

Thomas Simon: BRAIN DAMAGE!!!

Bob Herman: Now this may explain their behavior

[In the last second cruz steps in and manages to pull Nytrus away, and Real Steele land head first on the mat. Aaron helps his partner over to their corner and tags himself in, going straight for the staggering Adam Steele, flooring him with a STO and going for the cover.]

[1...2... Matt breaks the cover, Cruz is back over at Nytrus and tags him back in the two set up for the Obscure Insanity, but as Aaron lifts Adam up for the powerbomb Steele rolls through and into a sunsetflip pin. Nytrus instantly breaks it up with a brutal boot to the face of Adam. Brandon forcefully drag Adam back up and whips him to the ropes, Matt quickly blind tags him self in as Adam is broken in half by a violent spear from the Hardcore Icon, who goes for the cover. Furiously Nytrus gets in the face of the referee as he doesn't count, while Matt slowly sneaks up behind him and taps him on the shoulder, Brandon turns right into a right hand by Matt, the3 big man shrugs it off and Matt goes for another, but its blocked and Nytrus wraps a big hand around his throat and slams him with a chokeslam. Brandon follows through and doesn't let go of Matt's throat, but instead pulls him back up to his feet and flips him up in the canadian rack with a gut wrench. Confidently he parades around the ring with Matt roaring in pain as his back is being bend over Brandon's shoulder. Nytrus makes the tag and Aaron climbs the turnbuckles and flies off planting an elbow to the chest of Matt Steele. Quckly Cruz steps over his opponent and slaps on a camel clutch. Steele screams out in pain as his brother watches from the apron.]

Bob Herman: Great team work here from the REAL wrestlers, the New England Nightma.... what the hell is that idiot doing?

Thomas Simon: I believe its called mooning Bob

[Adam Steele is standing on the apron with his shorts pulled down, showing his bare ass to Cruz, who just stares in utter confusion. The referee walks over and tries to get Adam to stop, as Matt taps behind him and then fades out. Aaron lets go and goes after the referee the three men ending in an argument. Finally they go back to the match and Cruz walks over to Matt, who is starting to stir. Aaron pulls up Steele and sets him up for a gutwrench powerbomb, but Matt floats over and lands on all four behind Cruz, Steele jumps towards his brother and gets the tag. Adam comes in with his fists flying landing a hard right to Cruz, Nytrus steps in to help, but is caught between the ropes with a vile boot to the side of the head. Aaron charges, but is caught by a kick to the midsection and a quick snap suplex. Steele jumps to his feet and roars as a loud Real Steele chant emanates from the fans. Adam checks on Matt, who is back on his feet, tagging him back in, quickly he pulls Cruz back up and sets up for The Box Set. On the apron Nytrus is back up and complaining to the referee holding him with his back to the action.]

Thomas Simon: What is Brandon Nytrus doing?... Wait a second isn't that Rye Payne?

Bob Herman: More interesting is that a steel pipe in his hand?

[Payne comes storming down the ramp and slides into the ring, just as the Steeles set up for their finisher, nailing Matt in the gut with the pipe. Matt goes down and drops Cruz, Adam spins and is nailed by a blow to the head by Rye, who drags Aaron on top of Matt before exiting. Nytrus lets go of the referee, who turns and sees the cover.]

Thomas Simon: They stole the win!!!

1...2...3 Ding Ding Ding. Nytrus, Nikki and Payne step into the ring and help the confused Cruz back on his feet as their theme hits

Honey Winthers: And here is your winners THEEE NEEEWWWW ENNNNGGGGLLLLAAAANNNDDDD NIIIIIGGGGGHHHHTTTTTMMMAAAAARRREEEEEE!!!!!]

[Payne comes storming down the ramp and slides into the ring, just as the Steeles set up for their finisher, nailing Matt in the gut with the pipe. Matt goes down and drops Cruz, Adam spins and is nailed by a blow to the head by Rye. Just as the referee gets free of Brandon's grip and turns to catch Rye's actions, instantly calling for the bell.

Honey Winthers: And your winners as a result of a disqualification REEEEAAAALLL STTTEEEEEELLLEEEE!!!

Brandon and Nikki joins Rye in the ring helping up Cruz. Nytrus grabs a hold of Matt and throws him over to Aaron, who nods and sets up the powerbomb

Thomas Simon: Not this, why do they need to hit the Obscure Insanity, the match is over!

Bob Herman: To send a message to every other idiot out there

[Nytrus nails the spear and the New England Nightmare and Rye Payne stand with their arms lifted looking down at the battered and bloodied Steele Brothers]

[The lights come back up, and Rye Payne is In the ring with Nytrus and Cruz. They take out Real Steele/Jason X. They roll them/him out of the ring. Brandon grabs a microphone.]

Brandon: Seven months... Seven months I've been in this damned company getting opportunities pushed by me. Getting screwed out of everything and anything I attempt. Well, it's time for a change around here.

[The crowd boos.]

Brandon: That's why I called on Rye here to help Aaron and I out. You see, Rye has felt undermined for a while now. He feels my pain. Aaron, feels my pain. No one else in this business feels my pain... Accept for one more person.

[Brandon smiles and looks at Cruz and Payne.]

Brandon: This man has been right by my side since my time in Step Up! ... Do you people remember that? The promotion that sent the people that "weren't good enough" down and made them sit and rot in that prison... It was god awful.

[The crowd boos. Brandon is disgusted.]

Brandon: But I digress... This man has been by my side since the beginning days of his and my careers here in MPW. He's been just as overlooked, underrated, and frankly ignored as I have. This man is someone that we trust will lead this new group of young guys to the top of the ladder. That he will let newcomers in and raise them to the top.

[This crowd begins to kind of roars in anticipation.]

Brandon: Ladies and gentlemen... Please welcome the new leader of the new generation... DENNIS... BROWN!!!!!!

Thomas Simon: WHAT!?

Bob Herman: Oh my god!!

Thomas Simon: MPW's President of Talent Relations is the leader of this "New Generation"!!!

[Dennis enters on the stage in a suit. He's smiling and has his hands in his pockets. The crowd boos extremely loudly. The three men in the ring are smiling. Dennis holds a mic in one hand and as the music fades, he puts it to his mouth.]

Dennis: Yes, I am the mastermind behind this whole plot. To tell the truth, it's been a couple of months since I started to plan this whole thing out. It was only a matter of time and place. And boy, did I pick a great time and place.

[The crowd continues to boo.]

Dennis: Picking the right people was easy. As soon as I saw Brandon getting screwed over by management, I knew he was one of the guys. Rye, he's a talented kid who deserves more than what he's getting now. Aaron has this feel to him where he can be the beast of this company. By no one has given him anything. That's why I created this idea to combine all of the struggling superstars and make them into true icons. These three guys are the perfect example. Who better to start out with.

[He smiles as the three men in the ring feel extremely confident.]

Dennis: This is also a message to any of the struggling superstars out there who need help getting yourself going... The door is always open.

[The music hits again as Dennis exits and the three men in the ring follow behind. The crowd boos and the scene cuts to black.]

[camera pans in to two women, who are giggling. One of them is dressed in yellow wrestling gear, hair up in pigtails. the other in a crop top with very short jean shorts, dark hair flowing down her back]

Cami: Good luck Emi. I know that you can do it. I wish I had a match but I really needed this week to study for that exam. I'm glad that Johnny was so understanding about that.

[Emi shakes her head in agreement]

Emi: Of course...but no more online courses, ok?. It was killing you on top of a full load at college.

[Cami chews the inside of her cheek and then notices the camera. She smiles.]

Cami: Oh hi Jay! Did you want to interview us?

[Cami's face is alight with excitement. Emi looks almost as enthused as her friend. Jay Wyatt comes into the camera's view.]

Jay Wyatt: Sure... Maybe a couple questions. Emi... you face Roxxanne Pain tonight in her debut match in MPW. How do you feel about going up against someone with as much experience as she has?

[Emi shrugs.]

Jay Wyatt: Your not intimidated at all?

[Emi shakes her head no]

Cami: Why should she be? Just cuz this chicka has a few years under her belt doesn't mean that our Emi can't kick her can just as well as she did with the dancing disco guy.

Jay Wyatt: Are you her manager? Since you haven't had a match in 2 weeks now?

[Cami rolls her eyes]

Cami: Well not that it's any of your business, I've been studying for an exam. I'm sure I'll be back in action next week.

Jay Wyatt: Speaking of action, seems you've been pretty cozy with Gabe Griffin on Twitter. What's going on there? Is Gabe a boyfriend?

[Cami smiles coyly and shakes her head]

Cami: No. Gabe is just a nice guy that I let in the backdoor when no one was nice enough to let him in the front...

[Jay starts to laugh. Emi looks mortified. Cami looks at both of them with her eyebrows knitted together in confusion]

Cami: What? What's so funny about that?

Emi: Oh Cam... don't you know what that means? I forget how innocent you are...

[Cami still looks confused]

Cami: What is it a crime to let the new guy in through the back?

[Jay and Emi are laughing more. Cami is getting very upset]

Emi: Sweetie... here...

[he leans in and whispers into Cami's ear. Cami's eyes go wide and her face turns scarlet with embarrassment]

Cami: But that's not what I meant... I meant the actual back door... you know like a stage door...

Emi: I know...but that's not what it sounded like...

Jay Wyatt: You really didn't know what that meant?

[Cami, still embarrassed walks away without a word, leaving Emi and Jay behind]

Emi: She's a little more innocent then most. Gotta go. Nice talking to you.

[Emi runs off to find her friend, leaving Jay facing the camera laughing]

Match 4

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

Honey Winters: Introducing First, your Supa Sekushi, Emi Yamamoto....

[The Crowd erupts into cheers, they turn to boos as "Dirty Angel" by Voodoo Johnson hits and after the intro Roxxanne Pain walks out with TJ in tow. She steps to the edge of the stage and looks around at the jeering crowd with a look of disdain. TJ walks up close behind her as she slowly raises her arms. TJ throws up the "Devil horns" and a large blast of purple and red pyro explodes behind them. They both lower their arms and begin walking.]

Honey Winters: "From Baltimore, Maryland by way of Yonkers, New York, accompanied by TJ Pain, Roxx....Annn...PAIN!"

[While TJ mouths off to fans behind her, Roxxanne walks down the ramp with her nose in the air. She stops at ringside and looks around again. she flashes a smug grin and walks up the ring steps. TJ leaps onto the apron and holds the ropes open for her. She steps into the ring and takes to the second turnbuckle where she slowly raises her arms again, jumps down and waits for the bell as TJ stands at ringside.]

Thomas Simon: Well folks, here we go. Roxxanne Pain's debut match here in MPW

Bob Herman: Lots of puppies tonight!

Thomas Simon: [with an audible sigh] of course... it looks like Roxxanne is the first to make a move...

[Roxxanne makes a run for Emi, locking her up in a grapple before the smaller woman can move away. Emi tries to break it up by pushing Roxxanne. She counters with a well placed punch to Emi's stomach. She backs up a bit, a pained expression on her face. Emi stands while Roxxanne is rolling her eyes and laughing. Emi Stares at her.]

Thomas Simon: Oh... looks like Madam Pain has made an enemy of little Emipon.

Bob Herman: I'd say that Roxxanne doesn't really care but she's not backing away from that stare.

[Both Emi and Roxxanne continue their stare down Emi seems to be able to over-power Roxxanne, but that is only momentarily as Roxxanne sees her opening and with a quick movement bends down and tosses Emi over her back with a hip toss that sends Emi rolling to the far corner. Emi and Roxxanne return to their feet at the same moment and both charge across the ring at the other before both landing vicious clotheslines to the other. Both women fall on their backs in the center of the ring. Emi being the smaller of the two is slower to recover from the run in, as Roxxanne rolls atop her and begins to rain down hard right hands to her face. Emi gets her hands up and tries her best to block the majority of the blows coming down upon her face, suddenly with a quick twist of her hips Emi is able to maneuver herself just enough and grabs the arm of Roxxanne as she continues to roll her hips countering the attack as she flips over and locks in an Armbar. Wrapping her legs around the elbow of Roxxanne, Emi begins to apply more and more pressure to her arm]

Bob Herman; She's a quick little thing isn't she?

Thomas Simon: This match isn't over yet Bobo, Roxxanne is a former Shimmer champ after all.

[In the ring, Roxxanne yells in agony as she begins to move about trying to free her arm of this hold. Finding that her movements are only causing more pain and strain on her locked up arm, Roxxanne begins to slowly stretch out in hopes of getting her hand on the ropes nearby. Emi sees the attempt by Roxxanne to get to the ropes and tries to roll her hips around in hopes to pull Roxxanne's frame from near the ropes. Roxxanne yells again in pain but this time she seems to get some strength with it as she reaches out and with one last push off the mat is able to get her hand upon the bottom rope. Emi releases her and backs away. Roxxanne slowly gets to back to her feet while still holding her right arm. She then turns and Emi hits her with a high drop kick that sends the injured Roxxanne back through the ropes and hard down to the mat at ringside. As Roxxanne hits the floor, Emi gets to her feet and looks over the ropes.]

Thomas Simon: Great move by our new superstar. I see her going far if she keeps up with moves like this.

Bob Herman: Look at this... TJ is helping his wife to her feet.

[Below TJ is helping his wife to sit up, while looking up and yelling at Emi. Emi smirks and shrugs at him. the ref starts to count Roxxanne out. She bats off her doting husband and shouts at him as she makes her way slowly to the apron and climbs up. TJ again is there trying to help her up but she pushes him away. the ref gets to 8 before Roxxanne is fully in the ring and breathing heavily with anger at the smaller woman who shrugs again and gives her a smile. Roxxanne charges. Emi stands her ground and jumps at the last second and landing behind her. Roxxanne looks up confused. Emi starts to back up toward the turnbuckle. he eyes go wide when she realizes she's trapped herself. Roxxanne smirks and starts toward her. Emi climbs up and leaps into her arms. Roxxanne is only slightly thrown off by her weight and manages to throw her down on to the mats.]

Bob Herman: Well little Emi just showed a little of her inexperience right there...never get yourself caught in a hard place like that

[Emi is on her feet quickly though and Roxxanne is frustrated. TJ motions over to his wife from the floor beside the ring. She tries to wave him away but he waves her over insistently. Emi backs away from her, taking a minute to catch her breath while only eyeing the couple slightly. The ref is instantly on the mats and in TJ's face, as TJ manages to slip something small and metal under the rope without the ref catching it. Roxxanne picks it up swiftly and something flashes on her knuckles]

Thomas Simon: No... Don't do this... not brass knuckles.

Bob Herman: Seems that TJ is determined to see his wife win her debut match no matter what.

[Emi looks up and runs toward her, determined to take her out but is met with a punch to the stomach again only this time with more force and the help of metal. The crowd boos, the ref has no idea that Roxxanne has the weapon at all. Emi goes down, clutching her stomach in pain. Roxxanne kicks her to her back and starts to go in for a pin. The crowd suddenly cheers as Cami James is seen running down from the ramp. She climbs up. immediately the ref is distracted and tries to tell Cami to get down. TJ pulls the smaller woman off the apron by her feet, and she slips and lands into him, knocking him off balance. The ref is looking down and Cami is yelling something up at him while TJ tries to cover her mouth]

Thomas Simon: What a friend!

Bob Herman: She saw it from backstage and came out to save the day.

[The ref is straining to hear Cami and when he hears the words 'brass knuckles' he turns toward Roxxanne who starts to back up toward the ropes to dispose of the weapon but he grabs her hand before she can. He signals for the bell]

Honey Winters: And your winner by disqualification, Emi Yamamoto....

[Roxxanne is yelling at the ref and Cami as TJ grabs her by her arms and forces her up the ramp. Cami wiggles her fingers at her as she climbs into the ring to help her fallen friend to her feet. She raises her arm in victory and then the two girls hug.]

Bob Herman: Woooooo....

Thomas Simon: don't get any ideas Bobo. rumour has it both of them are taken.

Bob Herman: Already? Damn.

Thomas Simon: Seems that TJ's meddling has cost Roxxanne her debut match

Bob Herman: Oh to be a fly on the wall at the Pain house tonight... ho ho.

Commercial:

The crowd breaks out into boo's as "Cult of Personality" hits the speakers to loud boo's from the crowd. The boo's intensify as THE Tristan Slater makes his way out from behind the curtain followed by Wilson Baldwin.

Bob Herman- "Dear god."

THE Tristan Slater is dressed in a pair of fades jeans, black converse shoes, a white t-shirt with a grey hoodie while Wilson is in a suit as usual.

Thomas Simon- "What the hell does this guy want tonight?"

THE Tristan Slater leads the way down the ramp. They reach ringside where Tristan makes his way up the ring steps to the apron before climbing up a set of buckles where he cups his hands around his mouth before screaming out at the top of his lungs...

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "BEST IN THE WORLD!"

Slater jumps off the top turnbuckle and into the ring where he lands on both feet while Wilson steps into the ring through the ropes. Baldwin walks across the ring where he demands the microphone. Wilson walks to the center of the ring where he hands Slater the microphone. The music fades away leaving nothing but solid boo's from the crowd to be heard.

THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I've heard all the rumors, I've heard all the speculation, and I've heard the talk amongst some of the talent that occupy the locker room about my performance last week."

Slater turns his attention towards the Tron as the following clip begins to play from last weeks episode of Takedown:

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!"

We cut back to the live shot of Slater standing in the center of the ring to a massive chant of "SLATER SUCKS, SLATER SUCKS, SLATER SUCKS" as THE Tristan Slater has s simple smirk across his face as he admires his handy work on Roxi Johnson last week.

THE Tristan Slater- "Being the best in the world isn't about a win/loss record, and if that is what any of your basis of labeling yourselves as that then you're about as retarded as Johnny Clash! Wht being the Best in the World is ACTUALLY about is do exactly what you say you're going to do when you say you're going to do it."

The chant of "SLATER SUCKS" continue to elevate as Tristan continues.

THE Tristan Slater- "I told you all that Roxi would tap out... and the bitch tapped out. I won that contest, but I am more in tune with making statements, which is why I intentionally got myself Disqualified AFTER the fact!"

Louder boo's ring out as Wilson stands in a neutral corner where he applauds Slater's statements.

THE Tristan Slater- "Being the Best in the World is about stealing the show at that Army of One Rumble Match, it's about putting in nearly an hour of ring time while most of you where in and out within a matter of seconds, it's about making each and everyone of you my own personal bitch to use as I see fit!"

Thomas Simon- "This is going a little to far."

Bob Herman- "We don't agree on much, but damn I'm ready for someone to put this prick in his place."

THE Tristan Slater- "The last two three weeks I've done nothing but make statements after statements... and we're just getting started!"

Tristan shifts his eyes towards towards the Road 2 Glory banner which hangs from the rafters, it's the very banner that's crammed down our throats daily.

THE Tristan Slater- "It disgusts me that for the next four weeks we have to look at this stupid banner of Ash Soulsfate looking like he's just taken a dick up his ass and Drake Hunter trying to be a cool emo... yet this isn't your Main Event, oh no, so why kid yourselves."

Tristan looks away from the banner and towards Wilson.

THE Tristan Slater- "Should we show em' the new banner?"

Wilson Baldwin- "Absolutely!"

Wilson's attention shifts to a crew member at ringisde.

Wilson Baldwin- "Now."

The crew member has a remote in his hand. He hits a button and a second banner drops down from the rafters competely covering the orginal. This banner firmly displays a still image of Trey Baxter tapping out to THE Tristan Slater two weeks ago.

Thomas Simon- "What an arrogant, egotistical..."

Bob Herman- "Easy, it's a family show."

The crowd roars with boo's as Slater's attention is firmly on the camera while he points up to the banner and begins stating.

THE Tristan Slater- "That! That is what is on the hearts and minds of everyone in this building, and everyone watching at home. Trey Baxter vs THE Tristan Slater!"

Tristan drops his hand to his side as he begins pacing back and forth in the ring as he continues.

THE Tristan Slater- "It's funny, we're five weeks out from the biggest show this company has put on, and most of the 90% of this roster is jockeying for position on the card... but guess who's not? ME! Guess who's going to walk on to the sacred ground that is your Road 2 Glory and STEAL the show?"

Slater cuts his eyes towards Wilson who can be picked up by the camera saying.

Wilson Baldwin- "That'd be you because you're the best in the world."

Slater's eye divert back to the camera.

THE Tristan Slater- "Me."

The crowd roars with boo's as Tristan continues.

THE Tristan Slater- "I'm the most CONSISTENT man in this business regardless what any of you idiots may think!"

The boo's get louder and louder and more hostile as Tristan continues.

THE Tristan Slater- "I'M THE BEST IN THE WORLD!"

It's as if we're on the verge of a riot as Tristan continues.

THE Tristan Slater- "... and come Road 2 Glory, come this companies biggest event of all time I will establish myself as the threat, as the future MPW World Heavyweight Champion, and I will establish myself at the expense of YOUR 2012 Superstar of the Year, TREY BAXTER.

The roof explodes at the mention of Trey's name which causes Slater to shrug his shoulders before stating.

THE Tristan Slater- "Yeah, cheer for him like the mindless sheep each and everyone of you are."

The cheers instantly shift into boo's.

THE Tristan Slater- "No, I want you to cheer, I want you to stack your chips on him, and I want you all to assume that this is being put together just to put him over... because THAT..."

Slater points back to the Road 2 Glory banner that features Baxter locked into the Crossface.

THE Tristan Slater- "THAT's going to be the picture that's painted come Road 2 Glory! THAT is what everyone is going to remember while Ash and Drake play second fiddle to ME! You think Ash and Drake is what's going to be remembered? HA! They're not going to be able to FOLLOW what I put on the table... mark my words..."

"Gorillia Radio" hits the speakers to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!

Thomas Simon- "Here we go!"

Slater's attention diverts towards the top of the ramp in anticipation of TREY BAXTER! Suddenly the crowd roars louder as Baxter comes from the crowd! Baxter hops the barricade before sliding into the ring behind Slater! The crowd roars as Baxter spins Slater around before hammering away with vicious right hands!

Bob Herman- "Trey Baxter's getting him some of THE Tristan Slater!"

Thomas Simon- "It couldn't happen to a nicer guy!"

The crowd roars with boo's as Wilson Baldwin comes up behind Baxter smacking him across the back which does nothing but infruiate Trey! Slater slips out of the ring and to the floor as Baxter's attention diverts towards Wilson who begins to coware towards a neutral corner while begging for Baxter's forgiveness!

Bob Herman- "He's got a bigger mouth than Slater! Shut it up, Trey!"

The crowd roars as Baxter gets his hands on Wilson! Tristan is shown sliding back into the ring with a Steel Chair in hand where he comes up behind Baxter smacking him violently across the back! The crowd roars with boo's as Baxter drops to the mat. Both Slater and Baldwin start laying the boot's to Baxter!

Thomas Simon- "This is nothing more than a numbers game!"

Slater drops down to the mat where he locks in the Canadian Crossface!

Bob Herman- "The crossface is snitched in! Slater's got Baxter locked in the Crossface!"

Before anymore damage can be done there's a thunderous ovation as ROXY JOHNSON shoots out from the locker room with a chair in hand! Both Wilson and Slater quickly exit the ring as Roxy dives under the bottom ropes! The crowd roars with boo's as both Wilson and Slater have nothing but shit eating grins etched across there faces as they back track up the ramp while Roxy checks in on Trey. Slater points towards the Road 2 Glory Banner as he screams into the camera.

THE Tristan Slater- "NOBODY CAN STOP ME! I'M THE BEST IN THE WORLD!"

The crowd roars with boo's as Tristan and Wilson disappear through the curtain.

Commercial:

Match 5

Honey Winters: The following contest is a no disqualification match set for one fall!!!

["To The World" plays from the speakers as Rye Payne enters through the curtain and onto the stage. The crowd boos him loudly as he walks down the ramp.]

Honey Winters: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 180 lbs... RYEEEEE, PAYNEEE!!!!

[Payne waits between the ropes for his opponent to enter.]

[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 his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in tonight at 210 lbs... 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.]

DING DING

Thomas Simon: This should be an exciting no DQ match!!

Bob Herman: You got that right!!

[The two go face to face, nose to nose. Talking smack back and forth to each other. None letting any resistance, though Rye is noticeably smaller than his opponent, neither gain any upper hand. The referee then motions for them to begin once again. Rye throws a quick punch but misses while Jason ducks underneath and lands a sweep in the process. Sending Rye to the mat. He slides into a waste lock and keeps him, belly down, on the mat. He then slides up into a front face lock. He holds there, squeezing the neck and head.]

Thomas Simon: What a hold!!!

[Rye begins to make his move from his feet. Suddenly, he wraps an arm around X's neck and DDT's him into the mat. A cover.]

1... Kick out.

Thomas Simon: Not even a one count!!

[Rye quickly stands up and starts to stomp on X. Blow after blow. It makes Jason cough a lot. The shots to the chest are taking their toll.]

Bob Herman: Take it to him, Rye boy!!

[Rye stops and rolls out of the ring. He waltzes over to the announcer table and grabs a chair. He folds it up and slides back into the ring with it. He raises it in the air. The crowd is booing. He smiles and places the chair on the face of X. Payne jogs over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands on the second rope with a huge smirk on his face. He yells something out, that you cannot make out. He leaps and lands a leg drop on to the chair lying across the face of Jason. The crowd "OOO"s. Rye goes for a cover.]

1...2... Kick out.

Bob Herman: What!?!

Thomas Simon: What strength and willpower!!!

[Rye looks a bit surprised. He then rolls out of the ring nice more and goes under the ring and grabs an extension chord. He rolls it up a bit and then slides back into the ring. He then bends down and wraps it around X's throat and applies a Camel Clutch with the chord around his neck. The ref can't stop it. The crowd boos out loudly. X's face is turned red and he is losing it. Not moving. Going out.]

Tomas Simon: X may be out here!!!!

Bob Herman: C'mon!!!

[The ref checks in on Jason. He raises his arm up once. Then twice. The third time, Jason keeps it up. The crowd pops a bit. Jason starts to stand up and gets to his feet. Then, he throws Rye over his shoulder and to the mat in front of him. Rye stands immediately and is caught with a clothesline, then another. As Payne stands, X picks up the chair and drop kicks it to the face of his opponent. Sending him to the mat. X covers.]

1...2... Kick out.

[Blood begins to trickle down the face of Payne. X picks him and sets him up for a X-DDT. He connects. Payne rolls over on his back. He is out. X notices and grabs the chair then climbs the top rope and is looking for the X-star Press. He leaps.]

Thomas Simon: Here we go!!!

[He connects with the chair on his stomach. He covers.]

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

DING DING DING

Honey Winters: Here is your winner, JASON.... X!!!!!

["X is Gonna Give It To Ya" plays from the speakers. X has his hand raised in the air. He is smiling. The crowd gives out a little pop.]

Thomas Simon: Wow! What action!

Bob Herman: You're right... But Payne had that one!

Commercial:

Match 6

Thomas Simon: Now ladies and gentlemen, is it time for the main event of the night! Here we go!!

*"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.

Honey Winters: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Main event of the evening!!! The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and introducing first!! From Tampa, Florida!!! Weighing in at 132 pounds!!! ROOOXXIIII JOOOOHHHNNSSOOONNN!!!!!!!

*The crowd hears intro of "Careless Whisper" Start up. purple-pink strobe lights & fog go off at the top of the ramp. A figure appears in the smoke. The fog clears to show Bliss. She winks at the crowd and flashes a smile Bliss flips her hair and starts down the ramp in a slow strut. She gets to the ring and pulls herself up to the ropes She grabs a hold of the top rope and flips herself into the ring. She walks toward the Corner and pulls herself to raise an arm to the crowd (crowd cheers) Bliss moves to the opposite corner and does the same (crowd cheers) She moves to the centre and goes into a split.

Honey Winters: And her partner!! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada!!! Weighing in at 125 pounds!!!! She is the "GODDEEEESSSSSS" BLIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

'City' by Hollywood Undead booms of the PA as to a chorus of boos and abuse Drake Hunter and Chris Cable stand on the Stage where they perform the 'handshake of arrogance' where golden fireworks burst off, Andre Dixon walks behind them looking at the crowd. They walk down the aisle taunting before Cable jumps on the apron first with his hands out before drawing them in with his right elbow still the air and Drake on the turnbuckle doing the Go to Sleep pose, Andre stands in the ring holding up both arms before closing in to pose showing off his ripped muscles.

Thomas Simon: What the hell is Dixon doing out here!! He shouldn't be allowed to be ringside in this match, it's basically three on two!

Bob Herman: Andre is a completely fair man, banning him from ringside is discrimination about the people who are simply trying to bring justice!

Thomas Simon: You really are full of it Bob, aren't you.

Honey Winters: And their opponents!!!! Both hailing from Melbourne, Australia!!! At a combined weight of 446 pounds!!! They are "C Double" Chris Cable and "Punk" Drake Hunter!!!!!! THE AGGGGEE OOOOFF ARRRRROOOOGGAAANNCCEEE!!!!!!!!

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

Thomas Simon: Here we go ladies and gentlemen, we've got our main event of the evening, and i guess the question of everybody's mind is how will this play out? The Punk and the Goddess in the same ring once more, and what is this insurance policy Drake's been going on about?

Bob Herman: Tommy, i think the real question is what's going on between Drake and Bliss outside the ring? I smell something suspicious here....

Thomas Simon: Really? You can still smell at your age?

Bob Herman: Hey! Respect your elders Thomas!

Thomas Simon: Yeah, right. Okay MPW universe!! Here we go! It's Drake and Bliss starting inside the ring and this crowd is going mental!!

*Drake smirks at Bliss and she grins back, trying to combat Drake's mind games as she reaches forward into a head and shoulder tie up, and Drake moves into a headlock, before he twists out of it and ends up behind Bliss, pushing her to the ropes and as she comes back he hits a big forearm to her back, swinging her around once more as he attempts to hit a snapmare, but Bliss manages to reverse, pushing Drake to the ropes this time as she comes back with an arm drag, and Drake gets to his feet, the two facing off once more.

*Drake smirks and blows Bliss a kiss, and Bliss charges at Drake in response, and Drake ducks, pulling Bliss's arm into another headlock as he applies some pressure. Bliss backs up to the turnbuckle and tries to push Drake off, and does so successfully, but Drake is able to execute a forward roll and land on one knee, then turns around and ducks a clothesline from Bliss who charged, then grabs her in a three quarter facelock and attempts to hit another snapmare. However, Bliss is able to catch onto Drake's arm before he can pull down, and pushes Drake off, pulling him into a DDT position before Drake pushes her to the turnbuckle.

*They are forced to separate, but Drake comes back at Bliss with a charge, but at the last moment Bliss is able to duck out of the way and Drake hits a leaping splash onto the turnbuckle, going face first, and as he turns around, Bliss kicks him in the gut and throws Drake into her turnbuckle, where she tags in Roxi, who jumps onto the top rope and kicks Drake in the jaw, and as Drake backs up to the middle of the ring, Roxi jumps.

Thomas Simon: Roxi leaps, going for a cross body! Nobody home!! Drake ducks at the last moment and Roxi hits the mat hard, and as she gets back to her feet Drake runs to the ropes and charges, hitting a big leaping clothesline!

Bob Herman: That's what you get for going high risk! Too much opportunity to crash and burn!

*Drake pulls Roxi to her feet and grabs her by the head, pulling her into a DDT position as he drags her over to his corner, and Chris Cable tags in as Drake throws Roxi into the turnbuckle, then Chris irish whips Drake into a big elbow to Roxi, and then as Drake gets out of the ring and Roxi groggily walks towards Cable, he grabs her in a samoan drop position and throws her in the air, flipping her over into a big backbreaker. He goes for the cover....

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

*But Roxi is able to kickout at two, and with a new sense of momentum she gets to her feet, attempting to hit a dropkick after ducking under a right hand, but Cable catches onto it and blocks it, waiting until Roxi gets back to her feet as he hits a massive clothesline. Cable then locks in a tight grounded abdominal stretch, and as Roxi tries to fight out, the ref's back is turned to Bliss in her corner, and Andre Dixon grabs the leg of Bliss and pulls her down, and she goes face first onto the apron. The ref is able to catch it out of the corner of his eye however, and as he goes to tell Andre off, Roxi is able to hit a kick to the jaw of Cable while in the submission, but before she can regain momentum, Drake grabs her from the apron, grabbing her by the hair and spinning her round as he executes a massive enzugiri from the apron, spinning Roxi around into a kick to the gut from Cable, followed by a big Oklahoma slam.

Thomas Simon: You see!! Right there!! Completely unfair from the Age of Arrogance!! It's three versus two!

Bob Herman: That is what you call smart wrestling! They're utilizing their numbers advantage!

Thomas Simon: It's called cheating Bob.

*Cable keeps Roxi grounded once more, hitting multiple grounded strikes before locking in a modified leg lock as Roxi tries to get back to her corner. Cable keeps the pressure up, but eventually Roxi is able to hit multiple right hands to Cable as she breaks free of the hold, and as she gets up, she is able to duck an elbow from Cable and hits a dropkick, and another, and as Cable gets to his feet, she ducks under the flying arm and then jumps onto the second rope, diving back and hitting a moonsault on the standing Cable, as she rolls into the cover.

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

*Cable kicks out, but Roxi keeps the momentum going as she runs to the ropes and hits a swinging hurricanrana, and as Cable gets to his knees she runs to the ropes once more, charging and attempting a shining wizard. But Cable is able to duck, and as Roxi crashes to the mat, she quickly tries to get to her feet but Cable restricts her ability to move with a big chop block, dragging Roxi over to his corner and tagging in Drake as he goes springboard, hitting an elbow to the back of Roxi's head as he keeps the intensity up. Drake looks across at Bliss and winks as he kicks Roxi in the gut and irish whips her to the ropes, hitting a snap powerslam on the way back as he lands on his knees, taking a moment to look out at the crowd with a particularly smug look on his face - to be received with a massive collection of boos.

Thomas Simon: Look at Drake, so smug, he loves the fans booing him, he loves it how they hate him!

Bob Herman: He a natural born asshole....

Thomas Simon: You got that right.

*Drake pulls Roxi to her feet and kicks Roxi in the gut, hitting a big uppercut to the jaw as Roxi falls back to the turnbuckle, and Drake climbs to the second turnbuckle, attempting to grab Roxi in a DDT position, but Roxi is able to push him off as he leaps, and Drake lands face first on the mat.

Thomas Simon: Here we go!! Roxi will make the tag!!! And here comes Bliss!!

Bob Herman: Oh this is going to be good, she's been itching to get a piece of Drake after that first few minutes!!

*Bliss hits a running clothesline, then another, then as Drake gets to his feet she hits a dropkick, and follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker, looking for the cover, but only able to get a two count before Drake kicks out. Bliss doesn't seem fazed, just getting back on the attack as she irish whips Drake into the turnbuckle and looks at him and charges, attempting to hit a big running spear. But Drake is able to move out of the way at the last moment, and Bliss skillfully brings her arms up and stops herself from crashing into the ring post, but as she turns around Drake hits a thumb to the eye and the ref pushes him back for illegal conduct.

Thomas Simon: Hey!! Watch out for Dixon!!! OHH! Big clothesline to Bliss!! The ref didn't see it! This is wrong!!

Bob Herman: If the ref doesn't see it, it's not illegal.

Thomas Simon: Hang on a second!! Looks like the referee did see it! He's walking towards Andre Dixon....And he's sending him to the back!!! Dixon is being banished from ringside!!! Haha!!!!!

Bob Herman: This isn't right!! He didn't do anything! Come on ref!

Thomas Simon: You saw it and you know it Bob!!!

*Cable argues with the referee, but with the ref's back turned and Cable arguing, Drake hits a massive low blow on Bliss and as she bends over, Drake grabs her in a three-quarter facelock and looks to finish it with the Death In Advance, but before he can make it to the turnbuckle Roxi rushes in and hits an enzugiri to Drake's jaw, releasing the hold as both Bliss and Drake fall to the mat, both trying to make it to their corners.

Bob Herman: Did you see that? THAT was cheating!! Roxi shouldn't be allowed in the ring like that!

Thomas Simon: Andre wasn't even in the match!! And he interfered! You wanna talk justice, THAT was justice Bob!

*Both Bliss and Drake make it to their respective corners and make the tags to their partners, but as Cable goes for an elbow, Roxi ducks and then hits a hurricanrana, waiting for Cable to get to his feet once more as she hits a step-up enzugiri, and as Cable tries to recover at the turnbuckle, Roxi charges and hits a running knee to the gut, seating Cable at the bottom turnbuckle. Then she grabs the top ropes and leaps up, coming down for a massive turnbuckle dropkick to Cable's jaw.

*Roxi, with all the momentum now, throws a fist to the crowd and winds up, looking for the Reality Bites.

Thomas Simon: Here we go!!! Reality Bites it coming!!!

*Roxi waits for Cable to get to his feet, and then goes springboard on the second rope, looking for the Reality Bites. But Cable ducks, and as Roxi lands unsteadily, she spins around and hits a massive rolling elbow.

Bob Herman: Now that's what i'm talking about!! Rolling Elbow to Roxi Johnson!!!

*Cable signals for the end and tags in Drake, as Cable hauls Roxi into a powerbomb position and Drake climbs to the top turnbuckle. Drake grabs the head of Roxi in a three-quarter facelock in a DIA position, and Cable holds the powerbomb position, as they look for "Your Worst Nightmare". However, Roxi is able to elbow Drake multiple times in the ribs as Drake is forced to release the hold, and then hits multiple right hands to Cable as she executes a picture perfect hurricanrana, and turns as Drake jumps off the top turnbuckle, hitting a dropkick while Drake is in mid-air.

Thomas Simon: What a move by Roxi Johnson!!! And now she makes the tag to Bliss and here comes the Goddess!!! Clothesline! And another! Now a dropkick, and a kick to the gut, followed by a massive running knee to the side of Drake's head!!

*Bliss raises both arms and starts to wait for Drake to get to his feet, possibly looking to set up the Adpropinquat Redemptio, Drake gets to his feet, and Bliss hits a drop toe hold and Drake goes throat first onto the second rope, and Bliss sets up her main finisher.

Thomas Simon: Here we go!!! Redemption is at Hand!!!

Bob Herman: NO! Drake caught her!! Oh wow what a move from Drake!!!

Thomas Simon: That was incredible! And into a samoan drop position! FALCON ARROW!!! Big impact!!! And now both wrestlers are down!!! And wait a second, Cable goes to Roxi's corner, trying to pull her leg down!!! But Roxi reverses....and a diving knee off the apron!!!! Oh wow!

Bob Herman: What a match we've had so far! HANG ON!!!!

*Suddenly, "Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad" by Blessthefall booms over the loud speakers and Kuk Killswitch comes charging to the ring with a steel chair in hand.

Thomas Simon: Kuk Killswitch is out here! And the fans are actually cheering him!!! They think he's here to get revenge on Drake!

Bob Herman: No way!!! This isn't right!! Referee stop this!!!

Thomas Simon: I have a feeling Kuk is about to dish out some pain to the Age of Arrogance!!!

*Kuk slides into the ring, and as the referee tries to stop him he shoves the referee out of the way, lining up Drake for a steel chair shot as Drake leans forward on the turnbuckle and tries to make it to his feet, unaware to the entrance of Kuk.

Thomas Simon: Do it Kuk!!! Come on!!!

*Kuk lifts the chair, but then pauses, and as the crowd are on their feet now, cheering for Kuk to do it, he turns around....

Thomas Simon: NO!!!!!! STEEL CHAIR OVER THE HEAD OF BLISS!!!!! GOD NO!!!! AND NOW A CHAIR SHOT TO ROXI JOHNSON!!!!!

Bob Herman: YES!! THIS IS WONDERFUL!!!

Thomas Simon: IT WAS ALL A RUSE!! KUK KILLSWITCH IS A PART OF THE AGE OF ARROGANCE!!!!

*The bell rings as the ref points to the timekeeper, and Honey Winters grabs a microphone.

Honey Winters: Here are your winners by disqualification!!!! "BLIIIIISSSSSS AND ROOXXIII JOOOOOHHHNNSOOONN!!!"

*However, Honey is interrupted by Drake Hunter, who has a microphone in hand.

Drake Hunter: Shut up bitch!!!!

*The crowd descends into an incredible chorus of boos.

Drake Hunter: I told you all!!! I told you about my insurance policy!!!! AND HERE HE IS!!!!!

*The crowd boos once more, and Kuk grins as Drake raises his arm.

Drake Hunter: Your newest member of the Age of Arrogance. KUK KILLLLLLSWWIITCCCHH!!!

*The camera zooms up on the partnership of Cable, Drake and Kuk as Drake raises Kuk's arm high in the air and the MPW logo appears on screen and the show ends with Drake Hunter grinning and Kuk's hand raised.

Thomas Simon: Wow! Kuk is now apart of the AOA!!!    

Bob Herman: It’s just unbelievable! No one saw that coming at all!!    
Thomas Simon: Just goes to show that……..    

Thomas Simon: Oh what does he want now?

[Johnny Clash walks out with his wife Laura Tavares. He stops and looks at his wife as she twirls and poses to the crowd. A few cat calls are heard as he she bends towards him and he smacks her in the ass as they begin down the ramp.]

Bob Herman: It’s my man! Our fearless leader! Oh wow! Look at Laura tonight…….

Thomas Simon: I would……

Bob Herman: Would what?

Thomas Simon: Really?

[Clash ignores fans flipping him off but then stops as he sees a fan holding a sign that says “JOHNNY CLASH #1 MARK” He walks towards the fan and points to the sign. The fan goes nuts and poses for a photo with the former MPW Champion. They take the pic on his phone and the fan thanks Johnny. Clash steps back then motions for security to come down. He tells them to escort the fan from the building but not before taking the fan’s phone and smashing it on the ramp. The fan is screaming at Clash as the husband and wife power couple mockingly laugh as they step into the ring as Johnny demands a mic. Freddy Class delivers it and Clash looks at him weird.]

Johnny Clash: Who the hell are you?

Freddy Class: I’m Freddy Class the main event announcer for MPW.

Johnny Clash: You see it’s funny I’ve been in several main events yet I haven’t seen the overwhelming gleam from that bald head of yours gracing its presence. Usually I have the pleasure of staring at those fine legs……..OW!

[Laura smacks Johnny in the back of the head.]

Johnny Clash: I mean hearing those majestic vocals from Honey Winters……..Come on Laura……..you know you would….I gotta get the belt somehow.

[Laura mutters something to Clash.]

Johnny Clash: Which belt? Oh probably both…..Why not hit a grand slam on the first swing you know?

[Clash looks over as Freddy Class is ogling Laura.]

Johnny Clash: Wait….what the? Are you creeping my wife Rogaine Randy?

Freddy Class: No I was simply…………yes…….yes I was……You see I just took these blue pills and…….

Johnny Clash: Good god man! Go look up in Rage’s black book for woman your age. This queen is all mine……go on…….get!

[Freddy lowers his head and leaves the ring as the crowd boo’s Clash.]

Johnny Clash: NOW! On to the true reason I am out here tonight…….well other than it being my fed……..You see at Army of One I was robbed of MY MPW Championship! Ash stole that belt from me. You see I had my foot on the ropes as clearly seen on the MPWtron………..queue it up douchebags!

[The tron shows Clash being pinned in the middle of the ring and an obviously photoshopped leg from Clash coming out with the foot resting on the rope. The crowd boos as Clash looks angered in the ring.]

Johnny Clash: Yeah I know….Your one true champion lost because of a stupid decision by the referee! How could he not see that? I don’t know but safe to say I made the executive decision and fired his ass! But to the case in point. Since I was robbed I am announcing that next week in the main event I have been granted a rematch by out esteemed GM…………..ME!!! hahahahaha!

[The crowd thunders down with raucous boos towards Clash.]

Johnny Clash: Oh cram it! Go get laid by your cousins…..I mean we are in Nebraska are we not!?!?!

[The crowd begins to throw cups and crushed cans into the ring at the power couple.]

Johnny Clash: HEY! I’M JOHNNY MOTHER FUCKING CLASH AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!!!!!

[More boos and debris is thrown.]

Johnny Clash: Whatever……..inbred hicks! Next week once I defeat Ash……fair and square NOT like how he claimed to have beaten me…I will become the first ever two time MPW champion…….A multi time title holder following the footsteps of legends……well legends just like my long time mentor Bob Herman! Get up here Bobby!

[The fans applaud as Herman stands up and removes his headset. Laura holds the ropes for him motioning to get into the ring.]

Thomas Simon: Something doesn’t seem right here…….

Johnny Clash: Get in here my friend!

[Herman climbs into the ring and is greeted with a hug from Laura then he approaches Clash as the two former stablemates and long time friends hug.]

Johnny Clash: Bob……you…..you’ve always been there for me to show me the ropes. To show me how to work the crowd…even showing me how to be a true champion. I’d like to think that I’ve lived up to your teachings.

Bob Herman: You have my man…..with flying colors……you have!

Johnny Clash: Man….that means so much coming from a true living legend in our industry. Now Bob I actually had an ulterior motive coming out here. Now it wasn’t just to announce my title rematch for next week…no…….you see……..well this may be a bit early but at High Stakes in August…..there will be a MPW Hall of Fame show and on that show………

[Bob Herman is shedding tears slowly as is Clash.]

Johnny Clash: That’s right my friend…….you……..will NOT be heading into the Hall of Fame you ben gay scented fossil!!!

[Herman’s humbled face turns to instant confusion but right before he is able to speak Laura low blows him out of nowhere dropping the legend to his knees clutching his groin. Clash grabs Herman’s hair and begins smashing the butt end of the mic into his head. After about ten quick shots he tosses Bob aside and drops down to his level on the mat getting right in his face. Herman is split wide open and turning his head from side to side slowly as Clash brings the mic to speak.]

Johnny Clash: You stupid son of a bitch! Did you think I would simply allow you to continually say “There’s my man!” I’m not your boy….I’m not your man…..I’m not your friend! I never was! I used a washed up hack like yourself to open doors for me. And it worked. But now……I’m done with you…..I got you this job in MPW and suffice to say you’ve sucked worse then Kandi on a Friday night! So…..with that said before I fire you and get your old age pension started early how about a little Atomica for the road?

[Clash pops up dropping the mic and quickly grabs Herman’s leg and cloverleafs him into the Atomica. Herman is heard screaming and tapping as Laura just looks on laughing at the living legend.]

Johnny Clash: Come on! I wanna hear those brittle bones snap!!!

[Clash arches back even more before the lights suddenly go out.]

Thomas Simon: What the? Is this the Super Bowl? Fans I can’t quite make out what’s going on in the ring. I can kinda make out Clash wondering what’s going one……wait……..no……….OH MY GAWD!!!! IT CAN’T BE!!!!!

[The crowd goes absolutely crazy as “Cryin’ like a bitch” by Godsmack blasts throughout the Century Link Center. Rage’s tron continues to play as the houselights are on and Clash is looking around shocked as to what is going on. The fans growing restless but then POP to a deafening level as Rage hops the guardrail by the commentary table and slips in under the ropes. Laura turns around and screams and gets out of the ring quickly as Rage runs at Clash who turns around to get levelled with a clothesline that sends him out of the ring. Clash hits the outside floor and is met by his wife. Rage stands at the ropes shaking in anger. Clash grabs his jaw shaking the grogginess from his head. Clash looks uneasy as the Only One burns a hole through him from the ring. Clash is looking at Laura freaking out. The camera pans back to Rage as he simply continues his death stare at Clash and his left arm rises and points at the Road To Glory sign hanging in the arena.]

Thomas Simon: WHAT?!! MY GOD!!!

[Camera holds on Rage as the camera fades to the ending MPW logo and TNT goes off air.]

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