2016.01.30: PWN - MSW - UNSTOPPABLE 16
Contents
- 1 The Card
- 2 Intro
- 3 Marie Porter interview
- 4 Logan Brock vs Matt Ward
- 5 Drew Locked Out
- 6 Artemis Kaiser interview
- 7 Kaiser Dynasty vs The "Evil" Shades (Red and Purple) w/ Blue Shade
- 8 Delsin Oswald teaser
- 9 IC3 Segment
- 10 Scotty Addams vs Steven Andrews
- 11 LeBroc Harris vs Chris Alans
- 12 Nikki Venom teaser
- 13 Duke Andrews vs Jack Nomad
- 14 IC3 & Lebroc Harris segment
- 15 Barbara Braman interview w/Kat
- 16 Kat Jones vs Molly vs Cecilia
- 17 Mark Storm vs Austin Strong vs Nikki Venom
- 18 Phoenix Winterborn vs Delsin Oswald
- 19 Artemis Kaiser vs Marie Porter
- 20 Spying on IC3
- 21 Scotty Addams vs Isaac Cornelius III
The Card
Date: Saturday, January 30th
Location: Folly Theater in Kansas City, MO
Commentary: Alex Smith (play-by-play), Alex Bradford (color)
Promoter: TBA
(Match Order/Card Subject to Change)
Logan Brock Vs Matt Ward
Matt Ward was an old MSW veteran mainstay, Logan Brock is a twenty something young upstart with roots in the business and each man will have a chance to set the tone for the first Unstoppable in the new era! Matt Ward, an old friend of the Stevensons was one of the first people to hitch their wagon to the reboot and often seen as a gatekeeper of sorts for the promotion. Logan Brock however is looking to break through that very same gate to make an impact in his very first match on a bigger stage. Don't let his age fool you, Brock has been wrestling on the indy circuit for the last 7 years and over the years has maanaged to a unique blend of traditional and amateur wrestling with the ancient grappling art of pankration. Will Matt Ward put the upstart in his place or will Logan Brock burst on through in his pursuit of that all important brass ring? Old Guard vs New starts here.
Tag Team Match
MSW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
Kaiser Dynasty (c) w/ Sirena Vandyne vs The "Evil" Shades
The Kaiser Dynasty shocked the world when they defeated Yugo Phailus and his his tag team partner Johnny B. for the Tag Team Championships on the final edition of Unstoppable in the previous season as brothers Cameron and Peyton put an end to their dominant reign. Since then though neither Cameron nor Peyton have been heard of and while it was ruled that Artemis could defend the belts via the Freebird rule her partner currently remains in doubt in one would assume could become a handicap match if a suitable partner is not found. Meanwhile The Shades of Destruction have become a certain bane within the industry having taken claim for "killing" both MSW and RWD. The quirky and eccentric trio by some people's standards had vanished since the closing of RWD but now the Blue Shade has decided to take MSW's existence as a personal crusade. Recruiting a new duo of Shades, Red and Purple the newly rechristened "Evil" Shades look to destroy MSW from the inside out by capturing the MSW Tag Team Championships. Will the Kaisers, Artemis in particular continue their dominance or will this ring the beginning of the end with an unthinkable upset from the "Evil" Shades?
LeBroc started this invitational because he wanted a match with Drew Stevenson, he wanted to prove that HE was the best technical wrestler in the world. Unfortunately that match never came to be, but that doesn't me it still wont. In the mean time, though, Harris told us that he's going to kick things off with another open challenge for the LeBroc Harris Invitational, where he swears he will only beat his opponent by submission. This challenge was answered by another MSW Mainstay that the fans know as the "Brick Wall" Chris Alans. This may be Harris' biggest challenge for the invitational to date, and Alans doesn't like to go down without a fight. Will the Brick Wall crumble down and tap to Harris? Or will Harris get knocked flat?
Singles Match
Duke Andrews vs Jack Nomad
Women of Tradition Triple Threat
Molly O'Hatherine Vs Kat Jones Vs Cecilia
Originally set up as a tag team match, but last minute upcomings will prevent Mikey Svarro and Deacon from being able to appear at Unstoppable. They may make it in time to be a part of the show, but in means of a safety precaution for the show, and stars involved, James Peterson has been removed from this match, but in his place is newcomer Molly O'Hatherine , taking on the first lady of MSW in Kat Jones and newcomer Cecilia in a Women of Tradition Triple Threat match! Want to make things even more interesting? It has been said that the boss has his eye on these women and the winner will receive an eventual championship match!
Singles Match
"The American Tradition" Pheonix Winterborn vs "Mister First Class" Delsin Oswald
Phoenix Winterborn is a man that has been around the business for some time now, and in the past number of years has just fallen short of the success he once knew. Knowing a number of people in MSW, he felt this was going to be the right place to rebuild himself and possibly his career but his first match is no easy task. We recently saw a promo piece for the man known as "Mister First Class" #DeadOn Delsin Oswald and if anything, his resume speaks for itself. A champion at everything he's done thus far, Winterborn is going to have a challenge in front of him. Will the experience edge come into PW's favor, or will Delsin's skill be enough to take the W?
Singles Match
Mark Storm Vs Austin Strong vs Nikki Venom
Mark Storm was around a little bit last season, and Nikki Venom had made it known his distaste for the "Heroes" of MSW, namely Luke Jackson. Nikki was beginning to gain his footing in MSW, and coming into the second season almost a year and a half later, he's ready to inject MSW with a lethal dose of Venom and show us all why he's the best and deserves to be MSW Champion. Mark Storm is looking to get his name out there and show everybody what a Storm can do when it's at it's best (or worst), but the one big question remains, who IS Austin Strong?
MAIN EVENT - WOMEN OF TRADITION SINGLES MATCH
MSW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP
Marie Porter vs Artemis Kaiser (c)
Intro
As the MSW logo flashes across the screen "I'm the Man" By Aloe Blacc immediately hits the announce system as the packed crowd is lively as it has ever been. Out from the back the nephew to MSW Founder Drew Stevenson, the former Co-Head of Talent Relations and mainstay on the various wrestling circuits.
Gavin Grey: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the Former Co-Head of Talent Relations, "The Emerald" Drew Stevenson!
Bradford: Looks like Drew Stevenson will be starting things off tonight, someone you certainly have quite the history with isn't that right Smith?
Smith: I'd prefer not to talk about what happened if that's alright with you.
Bradford: Oh come on, you tackled the man when he was making his victory lap.
Smith: I said I'd rather not talk about it but since you're just looking to open up past wounds yes I did tackle him a while back. The bell had rung and he wouldn't leave good enough alone so I tried to intervene.
Bradford: And you say I'm the biased one? Here you are engaging in hearsay. I thought you were a Stevenson guy?
Smith: I'm a Danny Stevenson guy. He put together a promotion that thus far stood the test of time. It has been nearly a year and a half since our last show and from the guys in the back to everyone in attendance we have received an outpouring of love and support. I will always respect Danny Stevenson, I will always admire Danny Stevenson for everything that he's done for all of us. But don't run that into a blanket statement. Drew Stevenson has a right to come out here and address the crowd a a member of this roster but I am NOT friends with the man.
Drew Stevenson slaps a few hands on the way to the ramp as he grabs a mic from the timekeeper before walking up the steps into the ring.
Drew Stevenson: It's been waaay too long since I've heard those three letters; to finally be back home. As many of you already know I've wrestled all around this world, on God's Green Earth. I've seen the frigged Great White North, I've been to Japan, Mexico, Europe; I've wrestled in front of jam packed arenas and I've sold out the largest venues but there truly is no place like home; no place like Missouri! There's no such thing as home field advantage wrestling in front of the home crowd and as sad as I am that my Uncle Danny had to sell the company...
Drew Stevenson: The show must go on. I have big plans coming back to the Emerald City, the house that Stevenson built and it all starts wi-
Suddenly the mic cut off. Drew pats the top of the mic and no sound comes out. With a great look of confusion on his face he pats it again and no sound comes out. He tosses it to the ground and ducks under the middle rope asking for another mic. He taps the top of it several times as the sound can be heard over the PA system. With a shrug he steps back to the middle of the ring.
Drew Stevenson: Hey anything can happen live right? Like I was saying, I have bi-
The mic cuts off again much to the frustration of Drew and the fans alike. Before Drew Stevenson could ask for yet another mic and to ask just exactly what the hell was going on, an unfamiliar theme hits the Folly Theater as "Money (insrumental)" by Pink Floyd roars out from the speakers.
Smith: Oh no... it can't be... say it isn't so!
Bradford: YES! The Man of Class is here in Missouri State Wrestling!
Smith: Somebody pinch me to assure me this is nothing more than a bad dream. He can't be here, he can't be here!
Bradford: Missouri State Wrestling is about to Win With Class baby!
Alex Smith's fears were quickly realized as Isaac Cornelius the Third; IC3 emerged from the back wearing a blue pinstripe suit with a mic in hand. The crowd didn't quite know what to think of the man yet but a few audible, loud boos could be heard coming from the crowd. Stevenson was completely befuddled and unsure whether to be happy or upset at the emergence of his one time associate.
IC3: Mr. Stevenson, it's been a while hasn't it? I know you were expecting to have a few moments with the crowd to wax fondly about nostalgic times that have passed long, long ago. To relive the memories of your beloved Uncle Danny Stevenson and to make a proclamation that you'd carry on his legacy right? Am I right Drew?
Drew Stevenson: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ISAAC?
IC3: Show some class Drew and try not to interrupt The Boss while he's speaking.
Smith: The Boss?
Bradford: IC3 bought MSW! Isn't it obvious Smith?! He's the mystery investor that Danny sold out to!
Smith: Oh son of a bitch!
Bradford: Show some class Smith! That's the man that signs our paychecks now!
IC3: In case all you rednecks, hicks, and cousin-lovers haven't caught on by now, yes I did purchase MSW. Danny Stevenson was looking to cash out before his early set Alzheimer's kicked into full gear and I gave him an offer he simply couldn't refuse. I figured the least I could do for such a beloved figure in Missouri State history was to take a tremendous burden off his shoulders and send him off to retirement with dignity and class before it was too late, a retirement I promise he will never come back from. Assets, video library, talent contracts, championship histories, you name it; I own it!
Smith: What a disrespectful little punk! Danny doesn't have Alzheimer's!
Bradford: Cool your jets, Smith. Remember this is a man of class you're talking about here. How do we know Danny wasn't keeping that diagnosis quiet, you know he doesn't want to be a distraction!
Smith: What a load of shit! You know that's a lie! This is nothing more but a malicious attack by IC3 hidden behind backhanded compliments. Cut the crap Bradford.
Bradford: I only play for the winning team Smith, you know this. IC3 is a winner and he has the acumen and the resources to take MSW to the next level. Give the man a chance.
IC3: Missouri State Wrestling is entering a new era; the I-C-3 Era. All good things come to an end and Danny's time has passed. I have a series of changes and proposals that I'm going to carry out to turn this brand into a winner again and while I'm sure plenty of these will prove to be rather unpopular with all the armchair GMs in attendance a leader must lead by example. A man of true class wins with class even if a few insignificant detractors choose to go against the grain merely for the sake of doing so.
Stevenson throws his arms up in the air as he leans over the top rope as the crowd continues to shower IC3 with hateful jeers.
Drew Stevenson: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
As Stevenson was shouting in protest due to a dead mic a contingent of security guards step out from the back and flank IC3 to the left and the right.
IC3: My first change? Under my leadership there will be no more Stevensons, especially tonight. No more Danny, no more Drew, I don't want to hear anybody utter the name 'Stevenson' for the rest of the night.
Smith: He can't do that!
Bradford: Oh he can't? Well gee Smith when did you join the Board of Directors? OH wait that's right! We don't have one! Why don't you try to stop him so you can lose your job too?
Smith: This is an abuse of power! This isn't the MSW way!
The security guards march to the ring and quickly surround it. Drew Stevenson throws his arms up and exits the ring as his arms are quickly forced behind his back like he was being escorted out like a common criminal or a rowdy fan that hopped over the barricade. Stevenson looks completely and utterly confused as to why any of this was going on as he was escorted up the ramp and IC3 was walking down it.
IC3: Goodbye Drew.
Stevenson lunges at him for a quick moment as one of the nearby guards jabs a taser straight into his kidney. IC3 grinned and just simply waved to him.
IC3: Bye Mr. Lamestream! Win With Class!
Smith: This is wrong. My personal feelings of the man aside this is just wrong.
Bradford: This should serve as an example; don't interrupt The Boss. Show some respect, nod and say "Thank You for giving me a job Mr. Cornelius."
IC3 by this point has walked up the steps and entered the ring as Drew Stevenson is dragged to the back and out of the building.
IC3: Now that the trash has been taken out it's time to get down to business.
IC3: MSW wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for me so show a little class and tone it down you little inbred ingrates.
IC3: It's because of my money and investment that this return was even possible. Would you rather let your precious Uncle Danny continue to sit on his investment and produce zero gains from sitting on his couch eating deep-fried cheetos in his underwear? Show some respect for the man that highhandedly saved this promotion from obscurity.
Bradford: You tell em Boss!
Smith: Good grief...
IC3: Now as you may know Bryce Manning retired when MSW closed its doors the first time and has shown zero interest in returning, which leaves MSW without a Heavyweight Champion. Now I know a promotion without it's champion is like tossing money into a toilet and flushing it down the drain; it's incredibly wasteful and honestly it's bad business. I bought MSW to make mondy and to put my stamp on the promotion so tonight we WILL be crowning MSW's Second Ever MSW Heavyweight Champion.
IC3: Yeah, yeah cheer me now you fickle sheep. Don't think that I'm doing any of this for you. If I had my way I'd pack the tents up and I'd take this promotion out of this God forsaken state. I heard you recently lost the St Louis Rams to Los Angeles, if you ask me I think Stan Kronke has the right idea. Maybe the Kansas City Chiefs will realize what a lost cause this cesspool is too and they'll relocate to Sacramento or San Diego so you people are left with nothing.
Smith: That's just low. There's no rhyme or reason for any of this.
Bradford: The weather does kind of suck here you have to admit.
Smith: Shut up Bradford.
IC3: But right now that's neither here nor there. Tonight we're crowning a Champion to carry the torch proudly into the New Era. This is strictly a business decision and ultimately it's good business to have a standard bearer that I can be proud of. I'll be announcing the participants later tonight, until then Win with Class Missouri!
With that MSW cuts to commercial break.
Marie Porter interview
Logan Brock vs Matt Ward
Waking the Demon begins to play as Matt Ward makes his way out to the ring with a loud reception of boos from the fans in the arena, Matt taunts the fans as he makes his way into the ring as he prepares for his match.
Gavin Grey: The Following match is scheduled for one fall and it is the very first match of the new season! Introducing first, from Chicago, Canada, weighing 245lbs he is the Second City Nightmare... MATT WARD!
Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen my name is Alex Smith and I'm joined alongside my broadcast partner Alex Bradford; WELCOME BACK to MSW Unstoppable!
Bradford: I'm the better Alex, obviously. But if I can be serious for just a minute I have to say it's a pleasure to be back on the air after such a long absence.
Smith: Don't tell me you're having a change of heart Bradford.
Bradford: Don't expect it to last Smith. As much as I may not want to admit it I missed being down here in Kansas City, Missouri calling the action right down the middle with no bias.
Smith: Shouldn't you be taking a good, long look in the mirror? You're one of the most biased commentators I've ever worked with and that's certainly saying something considering I've been doing this forty something years.
Bradford: No, you side with whoever these people tell you to, I on the other hand provide the side often shunned and rarely embraced to get straight to the facts!
Smith: I just simply call the action Bradford, always have. If i catch someone cheating I'm going to point it out instead of making excuses for it. Bryce Manning could stomp on a kid's ice cream after knocking it out of their hands and you'd praise what a true professional he was.
Bradford: Hey that's our former champion you're bad mouthing!
Smith: I rest my case. Now before we get any more off topic there's been a lot of buzz going on about this match after it was first announced. Logan Brock and Matt Ward had quite the bit of an exchange of words leading up to this match. After Logan Brock made a bold proclamation of victory in 5 minutes or less word was sent out from the office of IC3 earlier today that he'd hold the youngster to his word.
Bradford: We'll see really quick if he's the real deal or a flash in the pan. I think he's biting off more than he can chew. I don't care if he's got 7 years of experience under his belt, he's in the big leagues now.
"Lifter" by Deftones hits the PA system as the lights go out with a lone spotlight shining on the stage. The crowd comes to life around the 12 second mark as Logan Brock steps out wearing a black leather jacket and black trunks with a white Venom logo on the back. He methodically makes his way down the ramp with a confident grin taking a moment to pause halfway down the ramp he points to his opponent standing in the middle of the ring, his grin only getting wider as he says something inaudible to the cameras.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 207lbs he is the self proclaimed Agent of Change... Logan BROCK!
Logan Brock takes his time as he walks up the ring steps he straddles the ring apron as he pulls out a pair of imaginary guns with his index finger and thumbs on each hand as he points down directly at the cameraman at ringside. Upon firing a pair of 'shots' he spins around towards the ring ropes and steps through them, using the ropes for balance. Once in the ring he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stretches his arms out to his sides before looking over his shoulder and hopping back into the ring. Finally he takes off his jacket and tosses it outside of the ring as he waits for the match to start.
As the bell rings the 5 minute clock begins to tick down both competitors tie up. Matt Ward tries to establish control initially paying no heed to the clock as he manages to catch him in a headlock as he rains a few punches upon his head. Logan Brock not to be outdone manages to slip out and catches him in a reverse waistlock and vertically inverts his opponent's body as he lifts him up and drives him into the ground as he retains his grasp. He transitions to a an armbar shortly after and Ward quickly gets his foot on the bottom rope to break the hold. Brock complies and releases the hold and manages to control the next minute of the match.
Smith: Impressive takedown and submission by Logan Brock.
Bradford: He got one good move in on Matt Ward but he's a long ways away from the finish line at this point. He let go of the hold too soon though, if I was him I would've milked that referee's 5 count for all it's worth.
Smith: Just because one can do something doesn't mean he should. The rules are the rules for a reason and when someone reaches the ropes a clean break must be made. MSW isn't some lawless trash heap where rules are seldomly to rarely enforced, it's what separates us from some of the other promotions out there; we're the Alternative for a reason.
Bradford: It's only illegal if he refuses to break at 5; up until that point it is well within the scope of the rules. You can call it a warning or whatever excuse you can come up with to justify breaking immediately but rules as written it is technically legal to hold your opponent in a submission on the ropes and break at 4. Why should you give your opponent any kind of reprieve?
Smith: It's a show of respect in the spirit of competition. Your example exploits a very grey area within the rules, the referee still has the right to act at his discretion and call for an instant disqualification if he thinks it's being repeatedly abused.
Matt Ward being the wily veteran that he is manages to hit him with a nasty eye rake after playing possum near the bottom rope before unleashing a vicious onslaught of various strikes. Ward nearly turns the Agent of Change inside out with the Chi-Town Crushed ( Running Crossbody) and manages to get a long two count from the sheer force of impact.
Bradford: Veteran move by Matt Ward. He suckered that cocky kid into a sense of security and pounced on the opportunity.
Smith: I wouldn't really call an eye poke a "veteran move"; I'd call that cheating. That being said Matt Ward definitely has no intentions of letting Logan Brock climb that ladder to success at his expense. He's giving him everything he's got right now and the clock keeps on ticking.
Bradford: Keep milking that clock Matt, don't give him any room to brag. Don't play his game.
As the clock keeps ticking Matt Ward controls the pace to his liking and managed to bust him open about 30 seconds later after lifting him up and dropping him face first on the turnbuckle. With the blood running down his forehead onto his face Matt Ward flashed a sadistic grin as he backed up and measured him up for the Chi-Town Crunched (Superman Punch). As Brock managed to grab onto the ropes to pull himself back up out of the corner Matt Ward launched himself at full speed as he lept through the air looking for the Superman Punch as Logan Brock suddenly sprung to life and countered with the Anti-Venom (Arm drag takedown transitioned into a triangle choke).
Smith: Anti-Venom! Logan Brock just caught Matt Ward with the Anti-Venom out of nowhere!
Bradford: No! Come on Matt!
Smith: Matt Ward is absolutely helpless right now. Logan Brock has him locked in a vise grip and I don't know if he'll be able to get out of it!
Bradford: That's lucky Smith, that was a lucky counter!
Smith: Luck? It's precision. He had a very small window of opportunity to counter the Chi-Town Crunch and just like the a great Gunslinger like Brett Favre he somehow managed to thread the needle and make a big-time play!
Bradford: But the clock is still ticking and time is against him. All Matt Ward has to do is outlast him and he'll win, he still has the advantage and one thing the Windy City Nightmare isn't is a quitter.
Smith: Both of these men have a ton of heart and they're definitely setting the pace here tonight.
The crowd went wild as Matt Ward's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock as he suddenly found himself flailing on the ground as Logan Brock wrenched back to torque the pressure for all it was worth.
Smith: Ward is fading fast, Mike Maddix might have to step in at this point and exercise discretion.
Bradford: His arm is still moving and he's still trying to make an effort to defend himself and that clock continues to wind down. Whether it's out of instinct or pride he's not going to give this newcomer anything without a fight.
Smith: His face is turning red now, stop the match! He's going to seriously get hurt if he can't escape soon, he's got him stuck in a damn bear trap!
Bradford: Don't count Ward out yet, he's slowly but surely inching towards the ropes with his foot. He doesn't have to pin him or make him submit, Ward beats Brock just by simply lasting until time expires and he's more than halfway there.
The referee nearly stopped the match several times when Matt Ward stopped moving but after a minute trapped in the hold Matt Ward was finally able to get the tip of his boot on the bottom rope with Brock breaking on the count of 2. With his eyes on the lock and seeing time nearly running out Logan Brock motions with his hand for Matt Ward to get up and he finally does as he stumbles forward. Brock goes for Omega Red (Cradle Piledriver) but Matt Ward manages to to escape and tries to counter with the Wasted Driver (Torture rack piledriver).
Smith: Omega Red! No Matt Ward with the counter, he's going for the Wasted Driver! After everything he's endured Matt Ward still somehow has victory within his reach.
Bradford: Both of these men have beaten the holy crap out of each other in such a short time span. I'm surprised either one of them is still able to stand, let alone somehow find the strength to try to lift each other up for their respective drivers.
Smith: Logan Brock isn't done yet! He's driving his elbow repeatedly into his head in an effort to slip free.
Bradford: Hold on Matt, you almost got him!
Brock manages to slip out and land on his feet as he fires off a lightning fast Character Assassination (Shoot style kick to the head) as Matt Ward spins around. Stunning his opponent Logan Brock goes for the Omega Red again and this time connects as he quickly rolls him over for a pin. 1, 2, 3.
Winner: Logan Brock at 4:57
Drew Locked Out
Artemis Kaiser interview
Barbara Braman: “Hello, everyone, Barbara Braman here and next to me right now is the first ever MSW Triple Crown Champion, Artemis Kaiser.”
The crowd pans lowly at the approaching Artemis. On her shoulders, she has the MSW Tag Team Championships. Around her waist, she bears the MSW PURE 15 Championship. Finally, around her neck, she wears the MSW Women’s Championship. She smirks, obviously enjoying the reveal.
Artemis Kaiser: “Hi there, sunshine. It has been a long time since we have seen each other last. Long time since I smacked you across your face too.”
Barbara tenses up at the mere mentioning of Artemis’s assault.
Artemis Kaiser: “Oh stop, I am not going to hit you again. I am past that. When I left MSW, I went on a journey to change up. I became better. Most of all, I have learned not to abuse the backstage staff. Unless, of course, you do something stupid.”
Artemis narrows her eyes at Barbara, causing her once again to tense up and even shy away from the God of Anger. Artemis lets out her signature evil chuckle.
Barbara Braman: “U-Uh, okay, I will take your word on it. The world wants to know about what happened in Dynamite Pro. As a matter of fact, a lot of people will like to know how you became the MSW Triple Crown Champion. The last time I checked, you had only the Women’s Championship. Now you stand here as not a double, but a triple champion. Care to shed some light on that?”
Artemis chuckles again, loving the acknowledgment of her overwhelming success.
Artemis Kaiser: “It is simple, really. I came back to MSW, looking to continue my legendary run here. I was ready to pick up my championship and defend it. However, Danny Stevenson said that the Women’s Championship was not going to be defended anymore. It was put on ice. I could not just let my legacy go up in smoke like that. I reacted rashly I must admit, but I ended up getting a shot at Chris Williams. Danny gladly set up the match, probably doubting me like the rest of the staff always does. Hi, Giant.”
She looks at the camera and waves.
Artemis Kaiser: “I proved everyone wrong by going out there and winning the MSW PURE 15 Championship. That is another simple tale. Finally, I believe everyone speculates on why I have both of my brother’s belts on my shoulders right now.”
Barbara nods.
Artemis Kaiser: “The Kaiser Dynasty shared these belts. My brothers never stated that I was not included in their little game. For that very reason, I was able to walk into Danny’s office and take the Tag Team Championships. With my actions, I managed to succeed something that I have been striving to be since I began. I became the first Triple Crown Champion in MSW history.”
Artemis wags a finger.
Artemis Kaiser: “But if you think it stops here, no, no, no. The MSW Championship hangs in the balance and I need it to become MSW’s first and only Grand Slam champion. That is what I am striving for now. Once again, it is a simple goal with a simple execution. I need to decimate everyone who dares gets in the way.”
Barbara interjects.
Barbara Braman: “I assume you’re referring to the Shades and Marie Porter?”
Artemis Kaiser: “HA!”
Her singular and signature vocalization makes Barbara cringe a little again.
Artemis Kaiser: “I am the most dominant competitor in MSW’s history. That is never going to change. Tonight is supposed to be something like that. The Shades are going to continue to fail in their quest to end MSW. Thanks to me. And finally…”
Artemis pauses, rubbing her chin. She picks up the MSW Women’s Championship.
Artemis Kaiser: “Marie Porter. You know, Barbara, I had a mission to defeat every one of the ‘Trinity’ of sorts. The three MSW original Women of Tradition. They started that part of MSW. Yet, I have successfully made the division mine. Shawna and Kat have both fallen to me. Now, it is Marie’s turn. I do not like to leave stuff unfinished. That is all I got to say on that matter.”
Artemis begins to walk off, but she stops midway.
Artemis Kaiser: “But I can say this. Outside of the obvious, I do have a surprise for MSW. A big surprise.”
Artemis winks at the camera, before leaving Barbara by herself. The camera follows Artemis however, and she's stopped in her tracks as IC3 stares her down. She doesn't look intimidated or anything, but IC3 has a really big smirk on his face.
IC3: Artemis - Kaiser! Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. You know, I actually kind of admire the work that you do. Nice set of... championships you have there too. Keep up the good work, and maybe I won't fire you.
IC3 walks off heading back to his office and Artemis leaves a disgusted look on her face and we go back out to ringside.
Kaiser Dynasty vs The "Evil" Shades (Red and Purple) w/ Blue Shade
”Death By Glamour” hits the speakers. The arena lights start flashing in red and purple, as Red and Purple Shade skip their way to the entrance ramp. Both Shades have wide smiles on their faces. Red Shade raises his hand in the air with his index finger extended, while Purple Shade puts his thumb up and thrusts his arm in front of him. The two of them skip their way down the ramp and slide into the ring, both Shades getting onto different turnbuckles to do their signature taunts. Out of the air, Blue Shade descends down to the ring, his cape spread
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the MSW Tag Team Championship! Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by the Blue Shade weighing in at...
The announcer trails off, unable to read the rest of the index card.
Gavin Grey: ... uh they are the challengers, The "Evil" Shades!
"With blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, together with our hellish hate, WE'LL BURN YOU ALL! THAT IS YOUR FATE!"
The Red Lantern oath echoes out, spoken by the God of Anger herself, Artemis Kaiser. A shade of red lingers among the arena. Glimpses of the audience are shown next, seeing their intrigue. Some bear obvious disgust in the woman that is about to come out. They know of her; they bore witness to her reign in MSW. Now she falls upon them again. The lights go out, before the screeching guitar of "Sonne" by Rammstein abruptly interrupts any thoughts.
"ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs."
As the final number rings out, the lights begin to fluctuate at an alarming rate, white and a dark shade of blue. Artemis comes from the back, MSW Women's Championship in tow. The hood of her Greg Jackson MMA hoodie shrouds her face. She stands on the stage, soaking in the cascade of boos that follow her appearance. In one defiant motion, she makes the boos intensify. She raises the championship high into the air, allowing a glimpse of her face, or rather, her demented smirk. She begins her march down to the ring.
Announcer: "Making her way down to the ring, weighing in at 135 pounds, fighting out of Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada, she is the God of Anger and your MSW Women's, Pure 15, and Tag Team Champions, Artemiiiiiis Kaiiiiseeeeeeer!"
Artemis has made it to the end of the ramp. There, she removes the hood, revealing not only her scars, but also the empathetic red streak across her face. She once again raises her championship high into the air, before roaring out. She leaps onto the ring apron and enters the ring. She places her championship upon her shoulder, before ascending the top turnbuckle. There, she looks out towards the crowd before roughly turning her attention to her opponent. With a scowl, she drops from the turnbuckle. She begins her preparations for the upcoming match up.
Gavin Grey: And her tag team partner...
The Shades waste no time as Red and Purple strike out like a pair of pit vipers as the referee calls for the bell.
Smith: The Shades are wasting no time going after Artemis.
Bradford: Can you blame them? She's The Champion For Life! She holds every single piece of gold right now minus the MSW Heavyweight Championship, they need to get the jump on her early and often to even stand a remote chance.
The referee tries to assert control but the Blue Shade quickly distracts him. He has a hot dog from the vending stand and he demands mustard! The referee asserts that he is not the one he should be talk to about that but the Blue Shade will have none of it as he demands more mustard with a booming voice. While the referee is preoccupied the Shades have managed to get Artemis Kaiser into a corner and are trying to play rock, paper, scissors to determine who has the first crack at the champion. Artemis throws a flurry of kicks and hard elbows as the Shades stagger back in shock as she follows up with a series of vicious knife edge chops to each. Disoriented the shades apparently begin to succumb to the Champion in what appeared to be a handicap match but sensing the plight of his fellow Shades the Blue Shade hopped up on the apron in protest to the referee.
Smith: The Blue Shade is trying to get the referee's attention again, this is utterly ridiculous!
Bradford: Ridiculous? It's Genius! How can you accuse someone asking for mustard on their hotdog of any nefarious schemes? He's buying Red and Purple the time they need to regroup and get their act together. Granted it'll take a lot more than a simple series of distractions to get one up on Artemis Kaiser but it's better than running head first towards the pits of hell!
Smith: That's an understatement. Going into the match the Shades were set at heavy underdogs with +1800 odds! Nobody is giving them a snowballs chance.
Bradford: And they're right! Peyton or no Peyton Artemis is a Dynasty in her own right!
Artemis saw this and quickly hits a Falcon kick (Running Single Leg Dropkick) to the Blue Shade causing him to drop his precious hotdog. Purple staggers over to protest to the ref as Red appeared to bend over with his back to his opponent. Artemis seeing her prey in such a vulnerable state opted to go for Red instead looking to connect with the First Crusade (Rolling Elbow) only to catch a fireball to the face as Red turned around with his best hadoken impression.
Bradford: FIREBALL! RED MANIFESTED A FIREBALL FROM THE REALM OF SHADES! THE LEGENDS ARE REAL! I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I'VE EVER SAID ABOUT THEM!
Smith: Relax Bradford, it's just the ole' flash paper trick.
Bradford: Stop trying to be a junior mythbuster Smith! He just used a damn fireball in the middle of a wrestling match! If he used flashpaper where's the evidence!?
Smith: That's the point! Flash paper burns rapidly and it's easy for a wrestler to hide a lighter in their trunks. It's highly illegal but nearly impossible to prove unless the referee catches it the moment it happens.
Bradford: Why don't you just want to believe? We're witnessing a real life wrestling miracle right in front of our eyes!
Seeing that the advantage was now in their court Purple turned around as Blue managed to now regain the referee's attention as he gave him an out pour of outrage and plight at his hotdog and demanding that the referee buy him a new one. Red and Purple with their eyes wide stare at one another with a grin as they start bouncing around with alternating feet before they begin to hop on one foot in a circle around Artemis Kaiser before dropping down for the Double W.O.R.M. before dropping down with dual throat chops in stereo. Red quickly goes for the cover as Purple and Blue both urge the referee to drop down for the cover. 1...2...thr/kickout.
Bradford: NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! THE SHADES HAVE DONE IT! THE SHADES HAVE DONE IT! MSW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN!
Smith: The referee never called for the bell, Artemis kicked out just in the nick of time!
Bradford: You got to be kidding me!
Smith: Mike Maddix is waving it off, this match isn't over!
Bradford: The Shades need to keep on the gas and put this one away.
Smith: It'll take more than a Double Worm to put Artemis away, the Shades have the numbers advantage right now but their window is rapidly closing the more they celebrate a false victory. If Artemis regains her composure she's going to fire off on all cylinders and put them into a world of pain. This is the same woman that broke Shawna Martinez-Washington's neck to win the MSW Women's Championship and she was a dominant champion in her own right.
The Shades believe they won the match and Red and Purple start jumping up and down in giddy delight. They dart out of the ring and grab the tag team championships and start parading around the ring with the belts much to the referee's protest. The Blue Shade claps in approval like a proud father as they start to head up the ramp together with the belts. Blue pulls out a bottle of champagne from under the ring and pops the cork as he starts to spray it all over the crowd but the celebration was short lived once Peyton Kaiser unexpectedly attacks Purple and Red from behind.
Smith: Peyton Kaiser, MSW's Personal Villain! He's come to answer the call!
Bradford: Was there any doubt? Did you think he'd abandon his family's legacy?
Smith: Cameron and Peyton disappeared without a trace quite a while back and Giant's efforts to reach them went unanswered in the lead up to the resurrection of MSW.
Bradford: What matters right now is that he's here and that the Kaiser Dynasty is one step closer to being whole again. The outlook of this match just changed drastically and The Shades chances just went up in smoke!
Peyton violently slides Red and Purple into the ring into the bloodthirsty gaze of Artemis Kaiser. She hits Red with a swift Enter the Dragon (Flying Side Kick/Bruce Lee's Dragon Kick) before she tosses Purple into the corner and unleashes the most unsettling Hate Parade MSW has ever seen. Peyton tags in off a blind tag as Red gets up only to get blindsided by Peyton's Lights Out (360 Roundhouse kick) into a First Crusade by Artemis only for Purple to immediately suffer the same fate. Each Kaiser picks a Shade and pins them as the referee, having lost complete control of the match long ago drops down and slaps both hands against the mat to count the pins. 1, 2, 3.
Winners and STILL Tag Team Champions: The Kaiser Dynasty
Smith: It looked scary there for a minute but somehow, someway the Kaiser Dynasty survives.
Bradford: I have to admit I underestimated the Shades. It was a classic trap match and the Shades were just one move away from arguably sealing the deal.
Smith: But love her or hate her you got to give it up to Artemis Kaiser, and Peyton too.
Bradford: You up me a hundred bucks Smith, I told you he'd show up.
Smith: A broken clock is right twice a day. Still one has to wonder exactly what kind of mental state Peyton Kaiser must be in. He hasn't been seen or heard from in a while, what would cause him to suddenly end his seclusion?
Bradford: I wouldn't get too confident if I was Marie Porter by this performance though, if anything this is going to just motivate the God of Anger to turn it up a few notches.
Smith: For once you and I are in rare agreement. Marie Porter definitely has a shot, no doubt about it but I think Artemis Kaiser is far from running on empty at this point.
Artemis Kaiser had rolled out of the ring at this point to grab her collection of championships as she snatched a mic from the time keeper.
Artemis Kaiser: This was only the beginning of my conquest. Try as hard as they might the Shades proved to be no match for me. I hope you were taking notes Marie, the Hate Parade is in full swing and it's coming for you.
With a maniacal laugh she dropped the mic as she and Peyton made their way up the ramp as MSW cut to commercial.
It’s very rare that you come across somebody so amazing, so magical, so superb that all you can do is sit back, watch and enjoy the power the emanates off of them. The aura that they produce is something so amazing that there is nobody else like them. It’s like they’re gods in humanoid form, higher above all of the rest. These men are first class in every right, in every single sense of the word. These men are above everybody else… everything else. If these men clashed, they would destroy planets, destroy UNIVERSES but on the same side they are unstoppable. Underestimated by those that don’t know them whom have been living under a rock and for those we simply say… you’re going to wish that you learned to pay better attention. Because these men are not just athletes, they are not just scholars.. they are First Class in everything that they do. They win with class, they travel with class, they wine and dine with class. Everything about them will always and forever radiate greatness and if you don’t believe these words… than just look at them for yourself.
Our scene brings us outside on a beautiful sunny day in Tallahassee, Florida. It’s a track and a man can be seen running. This man is built well, and running at a much faster than average pace and has barely broken a sweat. This man was a true blue gold star, first class athlete. Nobody could match this athleticism, this speed, this charisma. The man comes running up, jumping over hurdles, higher and higher they get but he leaps over them, all while maintaining his speed and his pace like it was absolutely nothing. Faster and faster, closer and closer he gets to the camera before coming to a stop. This First Class Athlete looks to the camera, cocks his head to the side with a big grin and a sparkle on his perfectly white teeth and a name slides across his image. The name reads: Delsin Oswald.
Delsin comes from Florida State and all of his life has participated in every sport imaginable. Football, Baseball, Basketball, Soccer, Tennis, Hockey, Weight Lifting, Track and Field all the while maintaining an honor roll average, never missing a beat. That’s how good this man is. And that is why he is unquestionably the best athlete, the First Class athlete.
IC3 Segment
As the vignette for Delsin Oswald finishes airing IC3 can be seen in his office surrounded by his assistant and what appear to be a few "Yes" men. All the photos even remotely related to Danny or Drew Stevenson have already either been taken down from the walls or had tarps taped over them with a big portrait of IC3 himself hanging on the wall. The chatter quickly dies down as IC3's smile fades , instantly replaced with a scowl and a look of disgust on his face.
IC3: And exactly who let you into MY building? Who do you think you are bursting into my office like this unannounced? Go through my secretary and take a number just like everyone else.
The crowd erupts into cheers as Scotty Addams steps into view.
Scotty Addams: No, just who in the hell do you think YOU are? Look, I'm glad MSW is back even if some corporate stooge is at the helm but where do you get off on insulting the fans? Kicking Drew Stevenson out of OUR building?
IC3: Ours? I beg your pardon?
Scotty Addams: Yes, OUR building. You may have bought the company but you've contributed absolutely nothing to its success so far. From Alex Squared, Giant, to all the guys and girls in that locker room and especially the fans, WE created every bit of success you're just now profiting off of. If it wasn't for Drew and Danny Stevenson there would be no MSW, they were on the ground floor and put everything into motion. It was because of them that we even had a chance to build something special and I'm not going to just sit in the back and watch you shit all over the legacy and history of this company!
IC3: Expect a two thousand dollar fine in the mail. I made it very clear from the beginning that I didn't want to even HEAR the name Stevenson for the rest of this night. As for this...
He motions swirling his index finger in the air.
IC3: You want to get smart with me and show up uninvited to my show? Well today's your lucky day Mr. Addams, it just so happens that you have a match coming up next. Good luck and win with class Scotty, you're going to need a lot of both tonight.
Scotty Addams vs Steven Andrews
IC3 put Scotty in this match already in the ring is his opponent, Steven Andrews. He stood at 6’3” and 261lbs. He was a missouri local and definitely had the size advantage on Scotty Addams. Then “Through My Eyes” by Threat Signal hits the speakers with a roar from the crowd and Scotty makes his way out to the ring in his street clothes, wearing a TNR T-shirt and a pair of black denim jeans, definitely not dressed to compete. Scott slides into the ring and stares down the bigger Steven Andrews.
Smith: I can’t believe that dastardly IC3, putting Scotty in a match when he doesn’t even have a chance to change? The man was just standing up for his friend!
Bradford: Better watch your tongue there, Smith. Don’t wanna slip up. And who cares if he’s in his street clothes? If he’s as good as people say he is anymore, then he should have no problem winning this, even in street clothes.
They walk around each other, circling the ring trying to square each other up to figure out who was going to make the first move, but then Steven Andrews came to think that beating Scotty would put him in IC3’s good graces so he made the first attack. Going for a right hand, Scotty managed to dodge it and threw a kick into Andrews’ leg but with an elbow swinging around it caught Scotty right on the side of the head knocking him back into the corner.
Bradford: And look at Steven Andrews go! Brand new to MSW and he’s taking a seasoned veteran of the ring and showing him what’s what!
Smith: He may have the upper hand right now, Bradford, but Scotty clearly has the experience advantage and has faced many an opponent in his time so I wouldn’t count him out just her.
Andrews lifted Scotty to the top rope and climbs up attempted a superplex but got knocked down. This was the turning point when Scotty managed to take control against the bigger man. Of course Andrews wasn’t going down without a fight but there was definitely the experience edge in Scotty’s favor. At this point now Scotty has the bigger Steven Andrews wobbling and whips him across the ropes and he’s met with a dropkick. Both back to their feet and another dropkick, followed by another, the crowd firmly behind Scotty who calls to end it now and with a staggered Steven Andrews getting to his feet. Still feeling the effects from the dropkicks to the head and Scotty lifts Andrews to his shoulders in a torture rack position before tossing him off and dropping Steven Andrews on his head with the Platinum Driver (Psycho Driver) and covering Steven Andrews for the win.
Winner: Scotty Addams
Smith: And Scotty pulled out the win! All odds against him in this one and he pulled out the victory regardless. Looks like IC3’s plan is foiled to try and take Scotty out, or punish him. Just goes to show you how much of a trooper Scotty is!
While Scotty was celebrating, his music was cut off by "Money (insrumental)" by Pink Floyd and Scotty, out of breath, looks up at the entrance as IC3 stands there with a big smile slow clapping his hands.
IC3: Bravo, Scotty. Bravo, nice to see you can do well under intense situations. So I applaud your effort but that was still just moderately impressive! And if you’re going to compete here that means that you get to compete under MY rules and that means that you are far from done for tonight! Tonight you will compete in the main event for the MISSOURI STATE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP! And you will do so against an opponent of my choosing! So I had to think about it… who is good enough to take this piece of trash out where he belongs? Well I couldn’t think of anybody better than ME! Isaac Cornelius the Third! If you want something done right you need to do it yourself and you’ll be looking at the NEW MSW Heavyweight champion!
IC3: Shut it you scum! This is my house now and you’re lucky I don’t kick each and every single one of you out of my arena! Better get ready, punk.
IC3 heads to the back quite satisfied.
LeBroc Harris vs Chris Alans
Kiss it Goodbye" plays through the speakers and LeBroc comes in a casino style leather jacket. The attire represent his city's gambling culture which Las Vegas is well known for. He makes his way down the ramp and slides inside the ring. He then kneels down at the centre and raise his finger upwards," Believe in the Harris's luck ".
Gavin Grey: The following match is the Lebroc Harris Inivtational! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing 210lbs..."The Rebel" Lebroc Harris!
Smith: I missed the Lebroc Harris Invitational.
Bradford: Since when did you become a fan of Lebroc Harris?
Smith: I never hated the guy, he's a bit insecure but he's technically sound. For those unaware near the end of our last season Lebroc Harris would issue an open challenge in an effort to prove he was the best technical wrestler in all of Missouri with his eyes set on Drew Stevenso-
Bradford: Hey hey hey! Didn't you hear the boss? No more Stevensons. You're going to get me fined sitting next to you on commentary. I don't know if Lemoneater here can beat the Brick Wall though.
Smith: And why wouldn't he have a shot to?
Bradford: You're kidding me right? He looks like he could eat three stacks of him for lunch!
Smith: If size was the only factor we'd be like the NBA with a bunch of Shaqs, Yao Mings and Gheorghe Mureșans.
Bradford: Who?
Smith: Gheorghe Mureșan, Google him, he was seven foot seven.
Lebroc Harris: It's now time for Season 2 of the Lebroc Harris Invitational! Last season I proved a lot of doubters wrong. I TOLD YOU ALL that I would make Daniel Smart tap out and I did. I made Chris Alans squirm and snap in the middle of this ring and if he's got the guts I'll make him tap again! And if Jay B didn't jump me like a coward when I wasn't ready I would've made him tap out too! So feed me the next victim, step up to the plate and meet your fate!
The camera then cuts back to the hallway in the back focusing on a door with the letters “JANITOR” in all bold displayed on it. “Gay Bar” by The Electric Six hits the arena as the door swings open, Chris Alans stumbling out as brooms and mops fall over as he emerges. In a fit of frustration Alans grabs one of the brooms and snaps it in two over his knee and throws it at the ground. Alans storms through the hallway and bursts through the curtains to a pair of sparklers waiting for him by stagehands as he lowers his head before striking a “Magnificent” muscular pose showing off his physique wearing a cheesy grin.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent from Monterey, California, weighing 285lbs he is The Brick Wall… CHRIIIISSS ALLAAANNNS
Bradford: Look at that magnificent physique! Look at that… oh who am I kidding is that a beer gut I see in that singlet?
Smith: I'm getting a sense of deja vu here, didn't you say that exact same thing on the first Unstoppable?
Bradford: Sometimes the more things change the more they stay the same.
Alans takes his time walking down the ramp posing along the way to the displeasure of the crowd before he finally walks up the steps and enters the ring. Alans gets in the face of Lebroc Harris in the ring, flexing in front of him trying to intimidate him. Referee Mike Maddix tries to get inbetween the two but Lebroc wasn't going to take any of Alans crap today and he kicks him hard right in the kneecap turning the brick wall's face red in anger.
As the match starts abruptly Alans tries to chase Lebroc in the ring but due to his age and his poor physical conditioning almost in comical fashion. Whenever it looked like Alans was about to catch Lebroc he gets kicked hard in the kneecap as he yells loudly in anger, the vein in his forehead looked ready to pop as his face looked cherry red with anger and embrassement. Lebroc ducked in and out of the ring in an effort to wear out The Brick Wall as Maddix looked absolutely frustrated as his count was constantly broken and restarted and Alans tried as hard as he could to catch up but ended up winded with his hands on his knees on the outside as Lebroc slid back into the ring and moved towards a corner.
Smith: The crowd is loving every single minute of this match.
Bradford: That Lemoneater is making a mockery of this sport! This isn't some Tom and Jerry Happy Hour! I'm no fan of Chris Alans but this is a bit much!
Smith: Lebroc Harris is using The Brick Wall's physical conditioning or lack there of against him. The big man is winded and he's huffing and puffing but he can't seem to blow the house down.
Bradford: Definitely going a little heavy on the Olive Garden there. I swear did he even wash that singlet since last season? I can smell rancid onions and moldy cheese from here.
Smith: I'm not sure if you want the answer to that Bradford.
Alans finally catches his breath and slides into the ring as Lebroc Harris is busy playing to the crowd. Seeing his one moment of offense shining right in front of him he dug in deep to what reserves of energy he had and charged full speed looking to hit the Brick Wall Special (Stinger Splash into the corner).
Smith: Chris Alans looking for that patented Brick Wall Special.
Bradford: Has he ever actually hit someone with that move?
Smith: On TV? No. But there are rumors on internet message boards that he did actually connect with that move in 2005.
Bradford: 2005? So you're telling me it's been 11 years?
Smith: Well you can't say he's never connected with the move but one can imagine he was in much better shape back then too.
Bradford: The drought is about to be over, that Lemoneater isn't even paying attention!
Lebroc however could hear the rumbling behind him and wisely ducked out of the way as Alans went chest first into the turnbuckle. Lebroc kicks him hard in the knee once more as he backed up before following up with a "Yes!Yes!Yes" combination (repeating kick to the chest to a kneeling opponent followed by roundhouse kick). Lebroc wastes no time locking in the Brockenstein submission(Omoplatta crossface) shortly after as Alans immediately taps out.
Winner (by submission): Lebroc Harris
Duke Andrews vs Jack Nomad
The single guitar riff of "Trenches" by Pop Evil hits the sound system as the lights dim. A quick flash of white and bright green lights flicker before settling in front of the curtain. At the 13 second mark, Duke Andrews steps from behind the curtain, standing at the center of the stage. Wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with "Epitome of Perfection" written in a script font across the chest. His right hand in the air.
"No time to hide
I'm alive on the inside
Breaking up my mind on the front lines
When I survive, when I survive another day
This great divide
Side by side on the inside
Breaking up our minds on the front lines
Never again, never again will I be denied
Here I come"
Duke has made his way down the ramp and to the ring.
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, standing six feet four inches, from Grand Rapids, Michigan....the Epitome of PERFECTION....DUKE ANDREWS!
Smith: Duke Andrews is a veteran of this business, having wrestled in mainstream promotions across the United States for most of his career.
Bradford: Giant and Frank Washington sure made one hell of a deal getting this veteran to sign onboard. He's got great name value and he's got national exposure.
Smith: Absolutely. I've had the privilage of seeing this man wrestle in North Carolina before and to say he was a beloved and decorated athlete there was an understatement. He's going to give anyone that steps inside that ring a run for their money.
Duke hits the top turnbuckle of the ring furthest from the ramp with his right hand back in the air.
"I've waited all my life to get out of trenches
I'm ready to fight for what I believe you can steal from me
I won't take this
Gonna fill these trenches
And stand up
Wake up"
The stage fills with a thick billowing fog as the sound of a motorcycle rolling up and stopping at an idle is heard. Over the P/A system, we hear the voice of the late Johnny Cash as heard in the song "The Man Comes Around..."
...And Behold a pale horse and his name that sat on him, was Death and Hell followed with him.
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. A figure is silhouetted by this light, seated atop a rumbling motorcycle. Johannes Eckerström of Avatar screams "Hail the Apocalypse" by Avatar screams through the house PA, jump cutting to the 1:15 mark in the song.
HAIL THE APOCALLLLYYYYYYPPPPPSSSSSSEEEEE!!!!
With a rev of a loud Harley engine, the fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad riding upon the back of a pearlescent white and chrome Harley Davidson Fatbob Motorcycle, a barbwire wrapped and electrical taped silver mop handle wedged in between the frame and the exhaust pipes. His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "PALE HORSE" on his shoulders, a small red blood spattered chess knight on the right breast pocket, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. Seated behind him wearing a tight black pants, a leather halter top, motorcycle boots, and studded leather bracers.
Gavin Grey: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! HE STANDS AT 6 FOOT ONE AND WEIGHS IN AT 220 lbs. HAILING FROM JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY....
He doesn't make a big display by riding around the ring. He pulls in, parking the bike off to the left from the entrance arch. He turns the key on the bike and slips it in his vest pocket. Jack slips off fo the bike, removing the barbwire wrapped mop handle in the process. Nyx follows in suit and saunters her way up the ring steps as He turns and slides over the apron and into the ring, where he promptly hops to a stand.
Gavin Grey: ACCOMPANIED BY NYX... HE IS THE PALE HORSE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!
Bradford: Now this is a guy that's chompin at the bit for a fight!
Smith: Jack Nomad has left a trail of bodies in his wake throughout his career, most recently engaging in a heated rivalry with MSW Alumni Tommy Angel in the North Eastern United States. According to eyewitness reports the entire thing started at a bar and esclated rapidly from there. They damn near tried to kill each other before it was all said and done.
Bradford: And do you know why? The man is hungry. All he cares about is leaving destruction and pain in his wake. I can see it in his eyes, hatred personified. He's definitely the last person you want to come across in a dark alley.
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. Behind him, Nyx presses herself against his back, nuzzling her face against it as she runs her fingers down his torso, unsnapping the clasps of his vest.
<ack turns and plants a deep kiss on his twisted little lover's black painted lips. He removes his vest and hands it over to Nyx who slips it over her shoulders with a smile. The Pale Horse starts pacing back and forth in the ring, anxiously awaiting his opponent. Nyx ducks out of the ring and walks over to Jack's motorcycle. She sits upon the leather seat, palms resting at either side as she crosses her legs.
Jack Nomad and Duke Andrews waste no time exchanging blows in the middle of the ring with no love lost between the two in the lead up to the match. As each man exchanges blows with one another Jack Nomad manages to hit a vicious MMA Style elbow shot to the head, and he follows up with several more as he tries to draw blood early. He manages to get Duke Andrews backed up into a corner and switches to more of a boxing style as he delievers a barrage of body blows and hooks to the head to keep him off balance. The referee tries to intervene with the obligatory 5 count with Nomad backing off at the count of 4 before going back to the corner and returning to the MMA styled elbow shots to the head. Finally busting Duke open the referee again resorts to the 5 count as Nomad again stops at the count of 4.
Smith: Nomad wastes no time drawing first blood.
Bradford: He's wasting no time sticking it to the 12 year veteran. Jack Nomad can strike with the best of them and right now Duke Andrews is getting a front row seat to the School of Hard Knocks.
Nomad looks to go back to the turnbuckle one more time looking for the hat trick but Duke quickly battles back with a knife edge chop, and another and another as he fights his way out of the corner before irish whipping Jack Nomad back into the very corner he just fought out of. Duke quickly climps onto the second rope as he starts raining down with a thundering barrage of right fists to the head as the crowd counts along with each punch. Once he reaches 9 he pauses for just a moment to build suspense in the crowd before finally connecting with the 10th as he hops off the turnbuckle and waits for Nomad to stumble forward. As Nomad stumbles towards him he catches him with a quick snap suplex to send him crashing to the mat.
Smith: Duke with the hard rights and lefts now followed up by a beautiful snap suplex.
Bradford: Duke may be the better technical wrestler but he doesn't have that hunger like Nomad does. He's already been on that ride to the fabled mountaintop. He's surpassed the valleys and foothills and he's become content with his status in the industry. He's just going through the motions if you ask me.
Smith: Have you ever watched a Duke Andrews match in your life? Listen to yourself.
Bradford: Yes I have, are you forgetting that I used to manage TJ Bryce? I've been a manager and an advocate myself. When I looked for clients I always looked for the guys that had that certain glimmer in their eye, a hunger for success. TJ Bryce had that hunger, Jack Nomad has that hunger but Duke has already had his fill.
Smith: I won't take anything away from TJ Bryce as a wrestler but you're dead wrong about Duke Andrews. He's paid his dues and has taken his fair share of lumps and bumps and he never had anything handed to him. You don't earn a moniker like Perfection Personified by resting on your laurels.
Duke Andrews goes for a a quick pin but only manages to get a 2 count. Duke tries to stay on the attack as he goes to pick Nomad off the mat but only manages to get a throat thrust for his trouble, making him stumble back. As Nomad returns to a vertical base he hits another throat thrust followed up with another and another before irish whipping him to the ropes and connecting with a vicious lariat that nearly turns him inside out. Nomad drops to the mat and goes for the pin but manages to only get a 2 count himself. Without blinking for even a moment Nomad returns to work as he picks Duke up by his head and drags him to the turnbuckle as he smashes it against the turnbuckle repeatedly as the referee begins his 5 count. Jack Nomad abruptly stops at 4 as he turns his attention to the ring as the two begin to argue.
Bradford: Nomad has got his foot on Duke's throat and he's refusing to let him catch his breath.
Smith: Nomad has no regard for the rules, there's giving it your all and leaving everything in the ring and then there's... this. This isn't supposed to be some bar brawl this is supposed to be a professional wrestling match.
Bradford: You say that like he cares about winning! A man like Jack Nomad would be in prison for what he does to people if he didn't do it in the middle of a Missouri State Athletic Commission sanctioned ring. All Nomad knows how to do is fight and he does a damn good job of it. Rules weren't meant to hold the strong down to the will of the weaker competitors.
Smith: Rules were meant to enforce a strict set of guidelines as a matter of respect between two or more competitors as well as to decrease the risk of serious bodily injury.
Bradford: Cry me a river why don't you. Personally I think it's great watching that smug Duke Andrews finally get what's coming to him.
The referee makes his case about keeping the match clean and to keep the action away from the ropes, the referee suddenly falling silent as Nomad steps in front of him and stares him down. He grabs the referee by shirt and quickly backs him up to the ropes and the referee appears to be momentarily frozen in fear.
Smith: He should be disqualified immediately! He can't put his hands on an official!
Bradford: Yeah and you're going to stop him? You and what army?
Smith: This is absolutely disgusting and I can't believe you're condoning this. The man is only trying to do his job.
Bradford: Well maybe he should man up and call for the bell then. He could do that but he'd probably have to explain to his family how he broke his nose and eye socket later. I don't think the ole' "falling down the stairs" excuse would be valid here.
After shoving the referee away Nomad returns his attention to Duke as he whips him against the ropes catches him in a samoan drop. Duke Andrews however much to Nomad's shock rolls through with the move and manages to pin his arms against the mat from behind as the ref counts the pin. 1, 2, thr/kickout. Nomad sits up with a look of shock on his face.
Smith: Duke nearly stole it here with that veteran awareness. He used Nomad's own momentum against him.
Bradford: But at what price? You can't exactly take a samoan drop like that and not expect to feel it in the morning. Duke Andrews has got to be feeling like a stuffed pig right now.
Nomad attempts to quickly regain his baring but Duke Andrews seizing the opportunity for what it was managed to catch him in a triangle lock. Nomad was desperately trying to reach the ropes but he was dead center in the ring and it appeared he was dead to rights if he couldn't make it to the ropes. Nyx looked on nervously from atop the bike as the referee kneeled next to him asking if he wanted to give up. Nomad attempts to lift him up for a powerbomb counter but Duke managed to lock it in too tight and too fast having had the quicker reflexes to catch him by surprise. Having no choice Jack Nomad taps out on the mat.
However the match wouldn't end here as Nyx took the initiative to give her man an assist as she hopped off the bike and onto the apron to catch the refs attention before Nomad tapped out.
Smith: That should be the match right there but that harlot had the nerve to insert herself into the match.
Bradford: Harlot? Come on Smith, she's looking out for her man. For a man that constantly preaches about 'doing the right thing' you certainly have a problem with it when someone you don't like is trying to do it.
Smith: Her 'concern' isn't the issue, it's the fact that she's robbing Duke Andrews of a hard earned victory right now. She can check on Jack Nomad after the match. She has no business being out here.
Bradford: As his significant other she has every right to. Come on Smith, what ever happened to Winning With Class? Why haven't you bought into IC3's system yet? Danny's gone, get with the program.
Duke releases the hold after becoming suspicious as the bell to end the match never rang. As Duke looks up he realizes the referee never saw Nomad tap and makes his case to the referee, slapping his hands several time trying to sell the submission to the referee. The referee however has none of it and says if he didn't see it it never happened. Nyx having accomplished her mission coyly hops off the apron to let the two men bicker and argue. At this point Nomad was already coming back to life on the mat at this point unbeknownst to Duke and by the time Duke was wise to the situation his window of opportunity had officially closed. A rejuvenated Jack Nomad quickly catches a surprised Duke Andrews in a twisting wrist lock quickly followed by a series of repeated side kicks to the hip and outer thigh followed by with a swift kick to the elbow, before finally finishing this vicious combo with a hard stomp to the side of the knee. Stunned and momentarily crippled Nomad with a swift slash across his throat hit him with a devastating Spine Jacker (High speed Spinning Snapmare Driver).
Smith: Dammit, no! No! Not this way! Not this way!
Nomad covers the motionless Duke Andrews as the referee drops down to count the pin 1, 2, 3.
Winner: Jack Nomad
IC3 & Lebroc Harris segment
Immediately after Jack Nomad's victory over Duke Andrews the camera cuts back to IC3's office. A knock could be heard as he sat at his desk and unlike earlier it appeared that this was one visitor he was actually expecting.
IC3: Come in!
Lebroc Harris, still in his ring gear steps into the office and shuts the door behind him.
Lebroc Harris: You wanted to see me Bossman?
IC3: Yes, I did. First of all I wanted to congratulate you on your victory over Mr. Alans earlier tonight. I was a fan of the Lebroc Harris Invitational before and it's good to still see it bring... entertainment to the program. I'm going to cut straight to the chase; unlike Drew Whatshisname you're a true general between those ropes, a real technician. You're not a phony like he either, you don't pretend to be a man of class and then post on Twitter "oh hey guys have a beer with me." I mean after all if you are the man of class you claim to be then why would you strive for the admiration and approval of a bunch of insecure... Neanderthals?
Lebroc nods his head in agreement.
IC3: No Lebroc, you're a no frills, legit technician. You won with class out there tonight and I like to reward talent and effort with opportunities. What do you say Lebroc? Opportunity is knocking, do you answer the door?
Lebroc Harris: Yes I answer the door, you know what I want. I want Stevenson's ass in that ring!
IC3: That'll be a thousand dollar fine Lebroc.
Lebroc Harris: What kind of operation are you running here Ice?
IC3: That's IC3. No, you see I called you in here because I wanted to let you know that you will be one of the challengers for the Pure 15 Championship on Unstoppable 17.
Lebroc Harris: Thank you Bossman, I'm very happy that you feel secure in my abilities. I'll do my best to not let you down.
IC3: Now get the hell out of my office before I change my mind.
Barbara Braman interview w/Kat
Now backstage with Barbara Braman and the “First Lady” of MSW. Kat looks pumped for her match tonight. Kat, typically the ‘bad girl’ is being cheered by the fans tonight for the homecoming of MSW and her being the first Woman of Tradition, hence the “First Lady” moniker.
Barbara: Kat Jones, first off, it’s great to see you back here tonight. We’ve seen a lot of originals come back and it’s always nice to see the first lady. Now, onto tonight. Tonight you’re in a triple threat match against two newcomers Molly O’Hatherine and Cecilia. Being your first match back in MSW, the first show back, how do you feel about going against these two girls in your return to where you really got your first big break?
Kat: Barbara, it’s great to be back. Last time things didn’t end on the best of terms but there’s not a day that passes on this green earth that I would pass the opportunity to come back to MY stomping ground and be the first to welcome in a couple of new girls.
Barbara: Interesting that you call it your stomping grounds. Tonight your old friend Marie Porter finally gets her title shot against Artemis Kaiser for the Women’s Championship it what may be the final match for that belt for the foreseeable future, but Artemis has made quite a name for herself around here, being a triple crown champion now. It seems maybe a little more like her stomping grounds, don’t you think?
Kat: That’s fine, Barbara. I’m glad for Marie, she’s worked hard to get to this point. And so has Artemis. And to tell you what? I’m kind of glad that the divisions are going to start being mixed because I’ve grown a lot since last time, Barbara and I’m not afraid to get dirty. Artemis may or may not keep the Women’s title, and it may be on hold for a while longer but it just gives me the chance to get back at her one more time but this time on new grounds, for that PURE 15 championship. I like the idea of being able to get my hands on her giving her nowhere to run. This night is about opportunity, Barbara.
Barbara: I understand. Now, we saw that former Golden Gate Wrestling CEO, Isaac Cornelius the Third is the man in charge now and history shows he’s not a real big fan of Women’s Wrestling, how do you think that’s going to impact your stay this season?
Kat: It’s just going to make Artemis, myself, Marie, Molly… all of us, it’s going to make all of us work that much harder. I’m ready for tonight, I’m ready for this triple threat and I plan to win!
With those statements from Kat Jones, the crowd lets out a big roar of excitement as the camera pans over to see the strong scottish woman with fiery red hair, Molly O’Hatherine, staring down with Kat Jones. Not a word is exchanged but Kat walks off. Molly looks to the camera with a smile. Molly walks off and Barbara with her pearly whites faces the camera and we transition.
Kat Jones vs Molly vs Cecilia
The bells sounds and in the ring are Kat Jones, Cecilia and Molly O’Hatherine. The three girls all have a brief moment of staring each other down before they figure out who it is that they want to attack first and it’s no surprise that Kat launches first, knocking Cecilia right out of the ring with a big kick that catches her totally off guard. Molly then tries to get the jump on Kat with a strike from behind which knocks Kat into the ropes. Molly gives her a good few chops with the crowd giving a ‘WHOOOOOOOOOO!’ every time. A few chops later, Kat’s chest lit up red and she stops the chops by throwing Molly into the corner and chops Molly and a ‘WHOOOOOOO!’ comes for that chop.
Smith: Listen to those chops, Bradford! It really looks like she's going to be giving Kat a run for her money here tonight!
Bradford: Well let's not count Cecilia out now, Smith. She's the sleeper agent in this match. Just one good blow and she's going to snap and take this whole thing. Break it wide open!
Smith: It seems Molly and Kat are handling things on that end pretty well.
Bradford: Just wait and see. And why the hell are these people WHOOOOing?! That chop was weak! Ric Flair would be rolling over in his grave.
Smith: Ric Flair isn't dead.
Bradford: I uh... know that! But if he WAS dead, he'd be rolling over in his grave over those chops!
Smith: Why did I agree to come back and work with you.
Bradford: Because we're awesome together!
Kat then steps onto the middle ropes and begins a 10 punch with the crowd chanting along until it gets to about 6 and Molly slips out under and drops Kat with a massive powerbomb that rolls Kat over onto her stomach. Cecilia is up on the apron and grabs hold of Molly’s hair but Molly is able to wrap her arms around Cecilia’s head and drop with a stunner, dropping Cecilia’s neck across the apron. Things continued back and forth mostly between Kat and Molly, keeping Cecilia out of the picture as much as possible. Molly has taken charge and when trying to pick Kat up off the ground after connecting with “A Splash of Ginger” Stinger Splash but Kat caught her off guard getting only a two count being broken up by Cecilia. Finally she starts getting some offense in but it’s short lived when steps in with a snap sidekick that looks to take Cecilia out of the picture again, laying her flat.
Smith: And Kat Jones with a very brutal kick knocking Cecilia down again!
Bradford: I told you Cecilia doesn't stand a chance in this compared to those girls! You need to get your head together, Smith. And quit being so bias.
Smith: Bias?! I'm the one here calling the shots and you JUST got done saying Cecilia was the sleeper!
Bradford: No I didn't, don't insult me like that. IC3 should fire you and bring Mark Robertson back.
Smith: I doubt he'd do that, Bradford. Remember who he's related to.
Bradford: Yeah yeah, whatever.
Kat now in charge and after laying in some stomps to Cecilia and Molly brings the limp Cecilia to her feet, setting up for the Kat-Astrophy. Hooking Cecilia’s head brings her arm back and swings it forward around Cecilia’s leg with a modified swinging fisherman slam, or the Paige Turner.
Smith: KATASTROPHY ON CECILIA! THIS COULD BE ALL SHE WROTE! AND NO! THERE'S MOLLY O'HATHERINE BACK IN THE MIX!
Bradford: Called it.
But then Molly swings in real sneaky right behind Kat, and throws her out of the ring. Molly then picks up Cecilia who was just laid out and to add to the punishment, Molly swings her around and hooks the arm for a suplex. Molly lifts Cecilia up into the air, turns and drops her while sitting out with her Falcon Arrow Facebuster she calls the Cross to Bare and covers for the win.
Smith: And a huge victory by newcomer Molly O'Hatherine! I knew she was experienced and world traveled and she just showed Kat what she's made of!
Winner: Molly O'Hatherine
And while Molly was celebrating and Kat was getting up, she didn't like being beaten, especially by the new girl and her temper got the best of her. A single strike from behind sending Molly tumbling out of the ring and Kat yells at her "YOU GOT LUCKY, BITCH!" Molly gets up, holding her head looking at Kat who walks off with her boos and no regrets and we take a quick break.
Mark Storm vs Austin Strong vs Nikki Venom
Gavin Grey: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for contendership to the MSW PURE 15 Championship on Unstoppable 17!
Smith: For those of you just tuning in, we recieved word from the office of IC3 during the commercial break that the winner of this match would earn a spot in the PURE 15 Championship against The Champion Artemis Kaiser and Lebroc Harris on the next Unstoppable.
Each man individually made their way out to the ring, first Nikki Venom, then Austin Strong and finally Mark Storm. The previous women’s triple threat definitely set a goal to follow. One of the big questions leading into this is “Where is Austin Strong?” the man from harvard. The match begins with Mark Storm going for Austin Strong just to be caught off guard by Nikki Venom with a brutal forearm knocking Mark Storm down and rolling out of the ring. Austin Strong is backed into the corner and Nikki is staring him down, looking at him with evil intentions. Punches and Elbows over and over and Austin Strong is trying to put his arms up for protection until the referee comes over and starts the 5 count for DQ. Nikki backs out of the corner with his arms up before rushing back with with a brutal forearm/elbow shot to Austin Strong before the referee gets in Venom’s face giving him a warning and that’s when Nikki was caught off guard by Mark Storm.
Smith: Good night Austin Strong!
Bradford: Who IS Austin Strong?!
Smith: Where was Austin Strong?
Bradford: Where IS Austin Strong?
Smith: At ringside at the Elbow from Nikki Venom.
Bradford: Oh yeah. Hey Smith, call the match! You're distracting me! Mark Storm just took Nikki Venom down with a double leg take down! Oh hey Smith, I'm better than you at this!
Storm using his grappling to use a double leg take down and rolls it over into a headlock. The referee slides in to check for a submission. It's only on for a second before Nikki loops his leg around Storm’s neck for his own submission but Storm kicks out. The two get to their feet and have a stare down with an avid applause from the crowd. The match continues in a pretty back and forth fashion, except for Austin Strong getting the beat down that he was not expecting, as things got heated more and more between Nikki Venom and Mark Storm. Nikki began to take control and it looked like he might take it once he had Strong and Storm in the corner together. At full speed ahead and with running high knee he calls Comatoast and Strong falls flat and rolls out. Nikki tries again but is quickly flipped around when Mark Storm rushes out, catches Nikki Venom with a Huricanrana throwing Nikki into the corner.
Smith: Comatoast to Austin Strong and he's outta here! But Mark Storm just caught Venom with a huricanrana sending him flying into that corner upside down! Amazing counter for counter action here tonight! These two really can't stand each other!
Bradford: Of course they can't Smith! Venom is the truth and Storm is a falsification!
Smith: I think you have that switched around there, Bradford.
Bradford: Me? Never! Liar liar pants on fire!
Smith: A little childish?
Bradford: You're a towel.
He hits it upside down and back first and falls forward onto his hands and knees. Back to his feet and Mark Storm is waiting. Storm connects with one German Suplex. Storm hangs on and rolls Venom back up and brings him over for ANOTHER German Suplex to make two. Storm then goes for ANOTHER and when tossing Nikki back, who lands on his feet. Storm caught off guard from behind, Nikki grabs Mark’s head, wrapped his arm around the neck of Mark setting up for Yin’s Song. Austin Strong seeing this chooses this to be the time he gets back into the action only to be caught with his arm over Nikki’s shoulder.
Smith: This is not going to be good! Venom has a Flatliner and Yin's Song lined up here! If he connects this could be all she wrote!
Bradford: Called it.
Smith: Will you shut up with that already?
Bradford: What? I called it.
Nikki now has the Scorpion Deathlock set up on Storm and the Flatliner set up on Austin Strong and with one single drop he managed to use the momentum in his favor to take them both down. Venom pins Austin Strong for victory and slides out of the ring. While walking up the ramp, Venom stares at Storm with his smirk.
Winner: Nikki Venom
"Money (Instrumental)" by Pink Floyd hits the arena for the second time of the night as IC3 steps out from the back as he interrupts Nikki Venom's celebration.
Smith: Oh come on, haven't we seen enough of him tonight?
Bradford: You can never get too much of Mr. Class, The Boss!
Smith: He interrupted Drew Stevenson, he put Scotty Addams through an impromptu match before inserting himself into the MSW Championship match and now ANOTHER interruption?
Bradford: Hey sometimes if you want a job done right you have to do it yourself! Also you do know you're going to eat a fine for saying that right?
Smith: I don't give a damn, I'm not afraid to talk about Drew or Danny Stevenson should it be appropriate. I've been frugal with my money, I can afford to eat a fine or two.
IC3: Congratulations Nikki Venom on winning your match and punching your ticket to a one way trip to the PURE 15 Championship match next week! Now don't get me wrong, both you and Lebroc earned your shot and Artemis Kaiser deserves nothing but the best as far as competition is concerned but I mean... nobody wants to see a triple threat match. That's kind of average don't you think? You see in IC3's MSW average might as well be synonymous with second place or second rate and when if you're riding with me, you ride First Class. I've been sitting back in my office watching the show and I just can't help that there was something... missing in the PURE 15 title picture. For the life of me I couldn't place my finger on it until this man walked through my door.
Smith: Who is he talking about now?
Bradford: SHHHHHH! Let the man speak and maybe you'll find out!
IC3: On Unstoppable 17 it will be Artemis Kaiser defending the Pure 15 Championship vs Lebroc Harris vs Nikki Venom vs... TJ BRYCE!
Bradford: YES!
"Fame" by B.o.B hits the PA as TJ Bryce emerges from the back standing next to IC3. Both men shake hands as Nikki Venom looks on mildly befuddled as the rules of the game were seemingly changed on the fly.
Smith: IC3 continues to stack the deck in his favor. He's making people jump through hoops but rewarding a selected few. This is San Fransisco all over again!
Bradford: This isn't Danny's MSW anymore, learn to love it!
TJ Bryce makes a belt motion around his waist as he and Nikki Venom have a brief exchange of words as Unstoppable cuts to commercial break.
Phoenix Winterborn vs Delsin Oswald
"Path" plays and Delsin steps out from behind the curtain, his arms out in wingspan and his head tilted up, yelling out "FIRST CLASS ATHLETE BABAY!" with the spotlight on him and the crowd boos to him with the smoke filling up at the entrance. Delsin walks down the ramp The spotlight stays on The crowd is reaching over trying to touch him or get his attention but he holds himself away from them, talking smack back to the fans before joggging up the steps.
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from Tallahassee, Florida, weighing 234lbs he is the "First Class Athlete"... Delsin Oswald!
Smith: Tonight we'll be getting out first look at Delsin Oswald, the self-proclaimed "First Class Athlete" as he takes on the veteran Phoenix Winterborn. A lot of people know Winterborn and his unique blend of technical wrestling but not much is known about Delsin Oswald other than the fact that he was a decorated athlete from Florida.
Bradford: Don't forget, he's IC3 approved! IC3 made the rounds while he was engaged in legal litigation on the independent circuit and surrounded himself with a few handpicked proteges. Along with Ulysses Queen the two made their way around the West Coast and Deep South as part of their development to prepare them for the big time. Ulysses Queen decided to return to University to further his education, studying for his Phd. in Psychology so tonight Delsin Oswald will be making his single's debut alone.
Smith: And that's what I'm afraid of, the fact that he's "IC3 Approved", whatever that means. The man is blessed with physical ability but with IC3 eager to put his grubby hands all over MSW with his stamp of approval I'm sure Danny Stevenson has got to be sick to his stomach watching this broadcast. I expect more of the same in this match simply due to this man's allegiances.
Bradford: It's not too late to join the "winning side" Smith. I'm sure if you apologize on air IC3 might only reduce your fine by half. It's time to stop living in the past and get with the program!
Walking about half way up the apron, Delsin puts his back to the ropes, arms out and head up, "IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER!" Grabbing hold of the top rope, he jumps it, clearing it with ease and jogs to the middle of the ring where he throws his arms out and head up one more time, all the while keeping a huge smile on his face the entire time.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent, already in the ring from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 229lbs he is The American Tradition... Phoenix Winterborn!
Delsin Oswald wastes no time establishing his dominance early on as he manages to knock Winterborn off his feet with a running discus polish hammer. Winterborn appeared to be totally caught off guard as Oswald quickly follows up with a knee to the face as he tries to get up. Oswald drops to his knees and starts doing pushups in Winterborn's face as he taunted him. "FIRST CLASS BABY! FIRST CLASS!"
Smith: Absolutely disgusting.
Bradford: How can you possibly call such an athletic display disgusting? Winterborn wasn't taking him seriously and he paid for it immediately. For such a veteran he should have given him the proper respect he was due.
Smith: You want to talk about respect? Delsin Oswald wouldn't give Winterborn an ounce of respect if the world depended on it. As far as he's concerned whenever he's in the ring it immediately becomes the "Delsin Oswald Show". I get that he's a decorated collegiate athlete but this is amateur hour anymore, he has yet to pay his dues and yet we're expected to suddenly buy into the hype and disregard the hard working men and women that have busted their asses night after night, month after month, and year after year for his sake? Respect is earned and he has yet to earn mine and I'm sure the veterans in the back feel the same way. If he walked in with this attitude in 1987 the locker room would've blacklisted him and made his life a living hell.
Bradford: That was the past, this is the present. This is 2016, this is the I-C-3 Era! Like it or not there's going to be a lot of torches being passed by choice or by force around here. We have a lot of hungry men and women that have yet to get their due. You want to talk about paying dues? Look at that man go, he's already earning his spot.
Winterborn quickly rolled over and hit Oswald with a sucker punch to the jaw as he immediately dropped to the mat. With a chuckle Oswald shakes his head muttering "oh so you want to play that way? Alright kid."
Smith: Welcome to MSW, Delsin Oswald.
Bradford: That was a cheap shot and you know it.
Smith: Cheap shot? This is a wrestling match not the NFL Combine!
Bradford: Total lack of respect on Winterborn's part. You don't crack a man in the head when he's exercising!
Smith: He's making a mockery of this match and his opponent, maybe Oswald could stand to have some respect knocked into him before pulling a ridiculous stunt like that again.
Both men get back to their feet and get into a collar and elbow tie up, each man striving for control. Oswald get the upper hand with his superior strength and drives Winterborn into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break as Oswald backs off only to drive his shoulder into Winterborn's gut. He does this several more times as the referee gets to a count of 3. Oswald then whips Winterborn to the ropes and captures him in a fluid scoop powerslam using his opponent's momentum to drive him straight onto the mat.
Bradford: Come on Smith! You got to give him credit for that one!
Smith: I admit that was a very impressive powerslam by Delsin Oswald. I'll never deny the physical tools this kid possesses but he needs to act like he's been there before. He's more concerned about stealing the spotlight than actually wearing his opponent down.
Bradford: Ok Roger Goodell. I wasn't aware that celebration and showmanship in a wrestling ring was punishable by a 15 yard Unsportsmanlike Conduct penalty.
Oswald then gets up and highsteps over to taunt and flex for the crowd before he goes for a standing moonsault straight onto Winterborn. Winterborn with his veteran ring awareness managed to catch the First Class Athlete with a rude awakening when he puts his knees up, literally taking the wind out of his sails. Winterborn seizes the opportunity and makes the best of it as he catches him in a headlock, looking to cut off oxygen to the brain to wear the First Class Athlete down. Oswald kicks at the mat several times as the referee asks if him he wants to quit.
Smith: Winterborn is cutting off circulation to that brain now. He's looking to wear Oswald down and slow this match down a few notches.
Bradford: Oh just look at yourself Smith. All giddy that your hero Phoenix Winterborn is making a comeback, and you say I'm the biased one.
Smith: You are, I'm calling the match and stating the facts; you're openly rooting for Delsin Oswald..
Bradford: What, so it's a crime to be a fan now?
Smith: No, but it gets old when you make every excuse in the book to try to justify this man's bad behavior. Winterborn has Oswald right where he wants him in the middle of that ring and he's got a long way to go to reach the ropes, Oswald will need to escape quickly before too much damage is done.
Bradford: You say that as if it isn't a forgone conclusion. You're slipping Smith!
Oswald manages to make it back to his feet as he reaches for the ropes, Winterborn quickly releases the hold and transitions to a sleeper as he pulls him away from the ropes. Oswald begins to fade as he drops to a knee as Winterborn clinches tighter trying to put him away. The referee goes to check his arm as it fell limp and raises it once as it dropped back down.
Smith: It might be over here, if that arm falls back down three times in succession the Derek Lay has to end this match as a result of submission and in the best interest of protecting the health and well being of our competitors.
Bradford: Come on Delsin! Don't tap to this Chi-raq trash!
Smith: Was that really necessary?
Bradford: Chicago is a cesspool of violence and corruption, and don't even get me started on the Chicago Bears.
Smith: I'm surprised you're a fan of IC3 with that logic.
Bradford: IC3 single handedly saved MSW, you shut your mouth.
The referee does it again and once more it drops lifelessly back down. Finally he goes to do it one final time but Oswald throws his arm back up in defiance. Winterborn having seen this song and dance before wisely and abruptly releases the hold before Oswald could power out. Oswald being caught of guard by that quickly stumbles back to his feet only to be met with a vicious back spinning heelkick! Oswald stumbles as he gets hit by another back spinning heel kick immediately followed by another in rapid succession as Winterborn completes the Reign of Fire. Oswald takes two steps forward before flopping on his face. Winterborn quickly goes for the cover. 1,2, 3!
Smith: Phoenix Winterborn has done it! He proved the doubters wrong and won his first match in MSW!
Bradford: This is a travesty of justice!
Winterborn's music starts to play as the crowd starts to boo. The referee quickly waves off the bell and orders for the match to continue.
Bradford: Haha! You spoke too soon Smith! That pin is null and void, his foot was on the bottom rope!
Smith: That's TJ Bryce! What the hell is he doing out here and why did he put Delsin Oswald's foot on the bottom rope?
Bradford: He's enforcing The Boss's will that's what he's doing!
Smith: He has no right being out here. He already got a Pure 15 Championship match on the next show, shouldn't that be enough?
Bradford: When the boss tells you to jump you ask him how high. If he tells you to help out one of your brothers in the corporate family you do it. IC3 is developing a team, a brotherhood comprised of only the classiest and gracious professional wrestling has to offer. With Ulysses Queen and Delsin Oswald he formed First Class and now he's looking to form a bonafide dynasty in its own right.
The referee asks what TJ Bryce is doing out here as he's met by a smug grin. As Winterborn argues with the referee and TJ Bryce Delsin Oswald manages to catch his breath and he runs against the opposite side of the ropes and with a streaming streak of momentum behind him he leaps and catches Winterborn from behind with devastating Crucifix Driver. Winterborn crashes to the mat as Oswald slaps the mat several times shouting "That's it baby! Your goose is cooked birdbrain!" Winterborn slowly gets up to his feet as Oswald captures his arm, pulling it across Winterborn's neck as he lifts him up for the Perfect Score (Cravat Suplex). Oswald places his elbow on Winterborn's chest with a wide grin as he raises his other arm into the air to count with the referee. 1, 2, 3.
Winner: Delsin Oswald
Artemis Kaiser vs Marie Porter
Gavin: The following contest is schedule for one fall and is for the MSW Women’s Championship! Making her way to the ring first, the challenger, from San Diego, California the #1 contender MAAARIIIEE POOORRRTTERRRR!
“Love Lockdown” plays and with cheers from the crowd comes the challenger to the ring to much fan approval. But her entrance is interrupted by "Sonne" by Rammstein that results in a number of boos as the triple crown champion Artemis Kaiser makes her way out from the entrance with manager Serena Vandyne and brother Peyton Kaiser who had just made his return earlier in the night. However they stop at the top of the ramp, Artemis gives the PURE title to Serena, the Tag title to Peyton and sends them to the back, telling them she can do this on her own tonight. And with confidence she walks down to the ring holding her Women’s championship up high.
Smith: It doesn’t look like there’s been any love lost between these two tonight and the tension is high with that Women’s championship on the line!
Bradford: So much so that Artemis is sending her group back to the back! Confident as she should be! Kill all bubbles!
Gavin: And now making her way to the ring, from Mt. Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada, the MSW Women’s Champion, ARRRTEEEMMIIISSS KAAAIIIISSSERRR!
Artemis looks to waste no time with Marie and charges to the ring for a quick face to face staredown with Artemis holding the belt up high talking trash to Marie. It took no time at all for Marie to swing the first punch knocking Artemis back and dropping the belt. The ref quickly got the belt out of the ring. A few more forearm shots and Artemis is backed against the ropes and Marie whips her with authority not playing around. Artemis comes back and gets launched high into the air with a big back body drop that Marie tries to capitalize on with a cover but only a two. Marie then transitions it into a headlock putting her knee right into Artemis’ back as the ref checks for a tap out but Artemis spits in his face and manages to get her foot on the ropes for a break. Marie lets it break clean and backs up. Artemis gets up wiping at her mouth, possibly checking for any blood. Her and Marie walk around each other a bit before going into a tie up with aggressiveness but it doesn’t last long because Artemis drives a knee into Marie’s gut to double her over, followed by another vicious knee to take Marie down but Artemis hangs onto her arm, pulls Marie into a seated position and drives a kick into her chest.
Smith: Brutal kicks here by Artemis, looking to not only defeat Marie but to send a very strong message to her here tonight!
Bradford: Of course she is, Smith! She's the Champ for life! She's matured but she'll still be the champ for life! Nobody, especially Marie is taking that from her.
Smith: I thought you liked Marie.
Bradford: I hate bubbles.
All of this was followed by another quick cover but only two. Artemis can’t believe it, and the offense stays pretty strong on her end for a few minutes, Marie looking practically dead on her feet, that is until Artemis throws a right kick that Marie catches the leg to pull Artemis in and toss her over with a capture suplex and a cover. The cover is only two with Artemis getting her foot on the ropes. Marie looks to pick Artemis up just to be caught by a random kick right into the side of the head stumbling Marie back. The next few minutes was a strong back and forth of kicks and punches, showing just why the Women of Tradition were the ones to watch. Marie takes charge with a hip toss that Artemis lands on her feet and quickly spins going for her rolling elbow she calls the First Crusade. Marie luckily was able to scout it and dodge it by rolling under Artemis and getting her in a sleeper hold. Artemis' arms flailing as she tries to escape and sees she's facing the corner. Artemis uses it to run up and over Marie, and proceeds to push Marie into the corner chest first. Artemis taking no prisoners starts to throw knees into Marie's sides but she’s able to stop the kicks and shoves Artemis back. Some more face offs before Marie gets sick of it, and catches Artemis off guard with a kick to the gut, setting up for TME I, a Stone Cold Stunner but Artemis scouts it like they’ve been doing to each other all night but Artemis spins Marie around and with a brutal rolling elbow attempt for the 2nd time but connects this time and Marie falls flat.
Smith: I can't believe it! They've been scouting each other all night long, hold or hold, blow for blow but Artemis just used the ultimate counter to connect the First Crusade and knock Marie out cold! This could be it!
Bradford: You KNOW it's it, Smith. Nobody gets up from that move. She's used it against all of her top rivals at one point or another and now Marie has fallen victim to it too. if she kicks out of this, she'll need a Golden Globe for best performance.
Smith: That's going a little far, don't you think?
Bradford: I'd say it's not going far enough.
Artemis covers and takes the win decisively. She holds her title up high before 'wiping the dirt' on Marie who lays there motionless.
Winner: Artemis Kaiser
Spying on IC3
Immediately following the Women's Championship match IC3 is in a pair of sweats with his wrists taped up throwing punches to his assistant as he warmed up for the MSW Championship match. The door is barely cracked open as the camera peers through and the camera is able to pick up a little bit of audio unbeknownst to the Boss.
IC3: Do you have everything down?
He throws a few more fast punches towards his assistant with his palms held up to absorb the blows.
IC3: Listen, as long as you stick to the plan there won't be any problems that can't be dealt with. I'm counting on you to make this a success, the entire plan hinges on you doing your part. Protect the Investment, always keep that in the back of your mind.
Smith: Who could he be talking to?
Bradford: It isn't nice to eavesdrop but knowing The Boss I'm sure it has to do with Scotty Addams in the Main Event coming up next.
Smith: Is he actually going to follow through with this? IC3 has never wrestled a match in his life!
Bradford: Does it look like he's dressed to go on a luxury cruise? He's going to win the MSW Championship and he's going to do it while winning with class! I bet this is to make sure "He Who Cannot Be Named Under Threat of Fine" doesn't try anything funny to help his old Joker buddy Scotty Addams.
Smith: You mean Drew Stevenson right?
Bradford: Hey man it's your bank account.
Smith: I have a really bad feeling about this.
IC3 can be seen patting the third person on the shoulder as the camera man quickly backs away from the door. MSW abruptly cuts to its last commercial break.
Scotty Addams vs Isaac Cornelius III
Gavin Grey: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Missouri State Wrestling CHAMPIONSHIP! First, making his way to the ring, he is the Chairman of MSW, Isaac Cornelius The THIRD!
“Money (instrumental) by Pink Floyd starts to play with a loud reaction from the crowd.
IC3 comes out in sweats with his big smile and taunting to the people. IC3 is in a sweatshirt and sweatpants completely ready to compete. IC3 gets into the ring keeping his eyes locked on the entrance.
Gavin: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, “Never Say Die” SCOTTTYYY ADDAMMMMMSSS!
“Through my Eyes” by Threat Signal begins to play and Scotty comes out from the back, still in his street clothes from earlier and has his eyes fixed on IC3. It’s not but a moment before Scotty is in the ring staring down IC3. Gavin Grey is holding up the brand new MSW Championship title. IC3 looks at it like a golden ticket, and is even throwing some fake jabs in the ring in an attempt to “punk” Scotty. Then suddenly it looks like something is wrong and IC3 comes down with an "injury."
IC3: You know what, Addams!? You’re lucky! You hear me? YOU’RE LUCKY that my shoulder has been bothering me for a while and I can’t compete against you or else I’d take that title from you so fast. But just in case of this, I’ve lined up another hand picked opponent for you! Your actual opponent will be... DELSIN OSWALD!
“Path” by Apocalyptica plays and “Dead On” Delsin Oswald comes out to the stage pumped and ready to go after just defeating Phoenix Winterborn a bit ago. In the ring we see Scotty as he prepares himself.
IC3: Hang on, hang on.
The music cuts.
IC3: Delsin is great and in time? Delsin will get his shot. But I think what you need is a real CHALLENGE, isn’t it, Mister “Never Say Die?” Well allow me to introduce you to a man to can do just that! My hand picked champion, a man destined for stardom who just hasn’t quite been given that opportunity but you know what? He impressed me, he’s tough as nails, and certainly tougher than you or any of your pathetic little followers out there chanting your name! It’s time to usher into a NEW era! Allow me, Mister Addams, to introduce you to the man that is going to destroy you and walk out tonight as champion, TOMMY ANGEL!
“Money (instrumental)” by Pink Floyd plays and Tommy Angel comes out to a mixed reaction, but looking a little bulkier than he previously saw him.
Scotty doesn't seem too concerned, but due to his focus being on Tommy he’s jumped from behind by Delsin Oswald, totally caught off guard and is taken down by the “Perfect Score” which is a Cravat Suplex, just tossing Scotty like nothing. IC3 is laughing in the corner and Tommy Angel hits the ring.
Tommy goes for the pin right away but Scotty kicks out!
Tommy Angel picks him up to go for a finish but Scotty starts to brawl back. Tommy is caught by surprise, and so is IC3 outside the ring. He couldn’t believe his plan wasn’t working. Scotty calls for the end lifting Tommy up to his shoulders for the Platinum Driver to end it early but Delsin runs in from behind and coming from the side is new arrival TJ Bryce! Delsin chop blocks Scotty in the back of the knee at the same time as TJ Bryce using a jumping knee to Scotty’s head. As such, Scotty drops Tommy Angel who leans back into the ropes taking a breather for a moment, meanwhile the referee is ready to call for the DQ. IC3 gets up at ringside though and yells at the ref.
IC3: THIS MATCH GOES ON! YOU CALL FOR THAT BELL AND YOU’RE FIRED!
Smith: I can’t believe this. As if facing Steven Andrews earlier wasn’t bad enough, now he’s got TJ Bryce, Tommy Angel, Delsin Oswald and IC3 to deal with?! This is sick! It’s power abuse for a man that was just standing up for his best friend!
Bradford: You need to watch your tongue talking about the boss like that, Smithy. The only thing that we need is a hot chick in this awesome group to make it even more amazing! Don’t you dare doubt the power of IC3, Smith, he knows what he’s doing!
Smith: Despicable is what this is. A man being brutally punished for no reason by a power hungry megalomaniac!
Bradford: I’m going to laugh when you end up getting fired.
Tommy tells Delsin to stand clear and toss him a weapon that happens to be a kendo stick. IC3 with a big grin. Delsin does and Tommy winds it up like a baseball bat. Scotty is getting up to his feet, holding at his knee a little bit. As soon as he turns around *SMACK* he’s caught square across the head not even seeing what was coming and began to have blood trickle from his head.
Smith: Oh for crying out loud! As if things weren’t bad enough already and everybody in the back is too afraid of losing their jobs to step in and help! And the only man that would is kicked out of the building! Damnit IC3, Drew Stevenson belongs here!
Bradford: Thousand Dollar fine, Smith.
Smith: Can it.
Bradford: Hey don’t get mad at me when you’re paycheck is looking like you make minimum wage. Which I mean, you probably already do because you can’t match up to the awesomeness that is me, but that’s okay. VOTE IC3 2016!
Scotty still showing that “Never Say Die” attitude and is getting up even after being blasted by the Kendo Stick but he was staggering. His face was red with blood and as he got up *SMACK* Tommy catches him with the A.G.F. which is a step up enziguiri and it looks to lay Scotty flat and Tommy covers him with IC3 yelling “HURRY UP AND COUNT OR YOU’RE FIRED YOU PIECE OF TRASH!” and the ref does just that and the count is over, Scotty isn’t moving and the entire crew is in the ring celebrating.
Gavin: Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW MSW Heavyweight Champion, TOMMY ANGEL!
“Money (instrumental)” is playing again and Tommy Angel is celebrating with the championship in the ring while the trainers are helping Scotty get cleaned up and the show ends.
