2016.04.09: PWN - MSW - UNSTOPPABLE 21
Contents
- 1 The Card
- 2 Intro
- 3 First Class Ticket
- 4 Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Chris Williams
- 5 Jay B vs Chris Orton
- 6 Drew Stevenson vs LeBroc Harris
- 7 BoNzO The Clown vs Nikki Venom
- 8 Wolf Parker vs Matt Ward
- 9 Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: The Skylarks
- 10 Silas Has Some Words
- 11 "The Nigerian Nightmare" Ndamukong Asomugha vs Mark Storm
- 12 Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Bonzo The Clown
- 13 Drew Stevenson Makes the Challenge
- 14 Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Bullshark #5
- 15 Logan Brock vs Bullshark #5
- 16 The Boss Isn't Happy
- 17 Barrel vs Silas Romero
- 18 Drew Gets An Answer
- 19 BURAI vs Duke Andrews
- 20 Tevolo vs Frank Debauchee
- 21 Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Chris Orton
- 22 Frankie Cocheese & Chris Williams vs The Shades Of Destruction (Guest Commentary: Tommy Angel)
The Card
Date: Saturday, April 9th
Location: Folly Theater in Kansas City, MO
Commentary: Alex Smith (play-by-play), Alex Bradford (color)
Promoter: Isaac Cornelius III
(Match Order/Card Subject to Change)
Jay B vs Chris Orton
The Brolmpics are coming ever closer and it's going to be insane! Ton's of Bro-ing! Whatever that is. But Jay B looks to keep his momentum going against the former and first ever MSW Champion, "Bad Guy" Chris Orton. Orton has been on fire and even picked up a victory of former MSW Star Peyton Kaiser. It was a shame to see him go, but Chris Orton and Jay B are both on top of the world right now. Chris Orton hasn't quite found an opponent for WAR yet, but if he picks up a win of the residential party rocker here at Unstoppable, he may not be flying under the radar for much longer.
Singles Match
BoNzO The Clown vs Nikki Venom
BoNzO had such an extravagant night picking up his debut victory against the parakeet who has been focusing his attention elsewhere in the Hardcore 24/7 Division. But Bonzo is making waves and next up on his list for having a fun time is a man that's not having the best of times right now, Nikki Venom. Bonzo hopes to turn that frown upside down and maybe make a few balloon animals along the way! With Nikki trying to spread his positive message of the people beginning to really see what is right and wrong on their own-- maybe he'll even put on a bit of clown makeup and join Fun Times, inc as he heads towards WAR to take on Silas Romero a man that is everything Nikki stands against.
Singles Match
Wolf Parker vs Matt Ward
Wolf Parker has been called a lot of things, but dominant is what we can call him now. Even though he's only had one official match in MSW, Drew Stevenson can attest to how dominant Wolf has been. So now is his second match, taking on Matt Ward. Ward has not had a whole lot of success and even took home an L twice against the Shades when nobody thought it would happen. Now, Ward takes on one of his biggest challenges, Wolf Parker. Wolf obviously has something to prove to Drew Stevenson and continued his path through Duke Andrews, and now looks to continue it through Matt Ward on the way to WAR.
Singles Match
"The Nigerian Nightmare" Ndamukong Asomugha vs Mark Storm
The Nigerian Nightmare (we don't know how to pronounce his actual name), is making his in-ring debut against Mark Storm. There's not a whole lot to be known about him, except that he's been working to make himself as tough as possible against all kinds of opponents. Mark Storm returned to the main event at US20 against Chris Williams and fell just short. The distractions of Capital Crew probably did not help matters any either, but now we're here. The Nigerian Nightmare is a big man, at 6'7" and nearly 400lbs so Mark Storm is going to have his work cut out for him giving up a lot of size.
Singles Match
Logan Brock vs Bullshark #5
Logan Brock picked up his victory over Nikki Venom looking to further send his message to TJ Bryce and the PURE15 title, whom suffered a loss at the hands of Drew Stevenson. It has been decided by Logan's great record and attitude that he would face TJ Bryce for the PURE15 title at WAR in San Francisco but now he's not alone. Duke Andrews threw his name into that hat now as well and he has a contendership match later on with stipulations adding that 1/2 of Capital Crew may be added to that title match as well, most likely to get at Duke. So now the #1 contender may be looking at a possible fatal 4 way for the PURE title so tonight he looks to send a message to all of his challngers as he takes on Bullshark #5, the adopted shark of the "Mitchell clan."
Singles Match
Silas Romero vs Barrel
Silas has been on fire and he's been letting everybody know over twitter @knockoutsupreme that he's a strong 4-0 and he looks to make it 5-0 as he goes up against the monster known as Barrel. Barrel is 1/2 of Capital Crew and 1 month ago nearly took Duke Andrew's head off with multiple big boots and now has a pending chance at TJ Bryce's PURE 15 title, depending on if Duke Andrews pulls out the win later in the night. Barrel is very no nonsense and won't have any qualms taking it to the Hipster Hercules and trying to take his head off while he's at it. On the other hand, if Silas is able to go 5-0 after this show he not only puts a dent in the Capital Crew by defeating the muscle, he may also get himself into the PURE title picture, win or not. At this point, it's probably more about survival.
Singles Match
Drew Stevenson vs LeBroc Harris
This is a match that's been waiting for a while. Before Season 1 concluded so abruptly, we were one show away from seeing these two technical wrestlers going head to head over who's the best, really. So as both men are heading towards WAR and wanting to make a statement with their presence felt (Drew especially), a win here on our go-home show could REALLY help their case.
Singles Match
Duke Andrews vs BURAI w/ Alex Bradford
A special attraction match. BURAI had a brief stint in IC3's previous project that was housed in the arena that we will be in for WAR, but had his connected in good standing with IC3 for his great performances and of course having strong ties with IC3 enthusiast and long time MSW commentator, Alex Bradford. So this is where things get interesting for Duke Andrews. He's been on fire with great matches, but just coming short of the W at the previous unstoppables. So, after demanding a shot at the PURE15 title from IC3, a deal was made. IC3 is flying in the Japanese Hitman, BURAI, from Japan to Kansas City, Missouri. And if Duke Andrews is able to pick up the victory over BURAI with Alex Bradford in his corner, Duke Andrews WILL get that championship shot. And because IC3 is so confident in the fact that Barrel will be focused on Duke and not TJ Bryce, Barrel will be added in as well with Duke's victory. Should Duke not win, he will face Barrel in a rematch at WAR and perhaps BURAI will make the PURE title match a triple threat over a fatal 4 way. Either way, Duke has a lot riding on this match and a win here can spell big things for him.
Singles Match
Tevolo vs Frank Debauchee
These two have been going at it for almost 2 months now. It started on twitter and it's escalated over so many boundaries every time they're in the same building. At US20, Debauchee stated he could not wrestle and got a doctors release form stating he was not medically cleared. He did however watch the match from afar in a recliner, much where IC3 sat the first time he watched Drew Stevenson compete across the street for the first time. But now there's no more running. Tevolo finally gets his hands on Debauchee when Frank said his hand was miraculously healed and Doctor Vic cleared him. Now Tevolo can't wait.
MAIN EVENT
Tommy Angel on Guest Commentary
Frankie Cocheese w/ Barrel & Chris Williams vs The Shades
Now this is where things really get interesting. We have been seeing Williams and Cocheese be at each others throats week in and week out, and both men have laid their claim at Tommy Angel's championship that he successfully defended against Referee Mike Maddix at US20. Tonight Tommy Takes the night off but joins Bradford and Smith at the commentary table after being given the power to choose who he faces at WAR, be it Frankie Cocheese or be it Chris Williams. But instead of a 1 on 1 contendership, both men are forced to work together in a main event tag team match as they take on... The Shades! The problem here is that there's Red and Purple, the "Evil" Shades. And of course the originals, Yellow and Green, the Shades of Destruction. After the Shade on Shade violence and Green and Yellow making a triumphant return at US20, it's hard to say who the Blue Shade will bring.
Intro
EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB!
Bradford: That is absolutely not all, Smith! Jay B takes on BAD GUY! That's right folks, Chris Orton in action taking on that stupid "party rocker" and he's for sure to give him a lesson that he'll never forget! And there's BONZO! Now, I'm really not a big fan of clowns and he's taking on Nikki Venom who's had his bit of interaction with Silas Romero and they'll be squaring off in two weeks at WAR as well and I'm not quite sure who I'm more excited to cheer for!
Smith: Well, you could do your job unbiased and call the action.
Bradford: That's what we have you for, Smith! I'm here to add some flavor to your life!
Smith: Uh huh, well that loose cannon...
Bradford: Wait, LC is competing tonight?! I need to call his momma!
Smith: No, Bradford, I'm referring to "The Radical" Wolf Parker and he's taking on the man that calls himself the "Windy City Nightmare" Matt Ward! Now, we've been seeing for the past almost three months, Wolf Parker has been launching attack after attack on Drew Stevenson and every time has just been talking about this "puzzle" that Drew Stevenson has needed to figure out. And finally we heard Drew Stevenson two weeks ago step up and say something and he's ready for Wolf and whatever he can bring to the table!
Bradford: We'll see about that. Drew said he was going to have eyes in the back of his head and then Wolf got the jump on him again. He's got his number, Smith, plain and simple. Nothing Drew can do will be able to stop this until he solves the puzzle. But I tell you what I AM excited for tonight other than seeing Wolf Parker destroy Ward and give him another concussion, is The Nigerian Nightmare! A massive man full of power gracing us with his presence and he's going to destroy Mark Storm tonight! Gonna squash him like a pancake!
Smith: Well we will just wait and see, but that's only part of the show tonight! I couldn't be more excited for this show, Bradford. It has more explosive elements than it did when we came back for Season 2! Knockout Supreme Silas Romero takes on the big man and one half of the Capital Crew, Barrel! Both men over the past two weeks have said they were going to let this be a fight and both vowed to knock the other out. We know Silas Romero has heart and determination when his mind is set on something, and he plans on heading into WAR against Nikki Venom with all kinds of momentum! And on the flip side, Barrel isn't going to let this be a walk in the park! We've also got your client BURAI coming in from Japan to take on Duke Andrews! Now big stipulations on the line with this one.
Bradford: ABSOLUTELY! BURAI has been looking forward to this match for a while now. It's opportunity, Smith! Sure, sure, Duke Andrews has his opportunity that he got on a demand, strictly because Mister Cornelius was feeling generous two weeks ago but if Duke wins, he's got Barrel getting into that match to terrorize him as well! That match of course being the PURE15 championship at WAR. Now, should BURAI win, then there's a very good chance that the spot will be given to BURAI and WHEN that happens, I'm not too sure who to root for, seeing as I represent TJ Bryce AND BURAI.
Smith: We finally get to see a technical masterpiece between LeBroc Harris and Drew Stevenson, #1 Contender for the PURE15 championship Logan Brock takes on Bullshark #5 who with his brothers and sister haven't had much luck, despite their valiant efforts, in claiming the Hardcore Championship! Speaking of the Hardcore Championship, as always the 24/7 rule is in effect and Chris Williams is our current champion! Which if he keeps that belt through the night, it instantly makes anything he does, or done to him, in the main event perfectly legal! And of course, our pre-main event, Tevolo finally gets the chance to get his hands on Frank Debauchee!
Bradford: Mister February is going to crush TiVo! That unappreciative little punk has done nothing but to try and terrorize Mister Debauchee for weeks on end, ever since he lost to Delsin Oswald and blamed Mister Debauchee, so much so that he ended up terrorizing things backstage and had himself suspended from the arena for a night! Debauchee's hand did miraculously heal after Unstoppable #20, and I can't wait to see that unappreciative punk get what he deserves from Mister February. I can't believe Jacob Mitchell wasted his time with TiVo.
Smith: Well his name is Tevolo, and I think you've got your fact mixed up, Bradford. Frank Debauchee has done anything and everything in his power to avoid an actual confrontation with Tevolo but tonight he has nowhere left to run, just two weeks before WAR and it looks like WAR is starting early! It's going to be an explosive night that I can hardly contain myself! And folks, we have to give a big shout out to two of our good friends and guest stars, Christian Michaels and Javen!
The camera heads over to ringside, giving us a shot of CM and Javen with front row seats for the event tonight.
First Class Ticket
“Money (Instrumental)” by Pink Floyd hits the arena, nearly three quarters full erupts in a loud chorus of booes. Out from the back steps the man Missouri loved to hate, second to only maybe Stan Kronke, Isaac Cornelius III, IC3. Most of the usual suspects were there, Tommy Angel, Izzy, and Eugene Varano to his right, Ed Trampke to his left, behind them Delsin Oswald and TJ Bryce. Well Connected, IC4 and the Skylarks took up the rear. IC3 walked with a sense of triumph, a bit of pep in his step as the crowd let them have it.
Gavin Grey: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome at this time The Owner of Missouri State Wrestling Isaac Cornelius the Third and First Class!
IC3 grabs a mic upon entering the ring after he ordered Gavin Grey to hold the ropes open for First Class to step through. As First Class stood triumphantly in the ring together IC3 taps the mic several times, causing it to echo and screech which made some members in the crowd groan and cringe.
IC3: Do you imbeciles not understand what the definition of what insanity is? It is repeating the same action over and over again expecting different results! Every Unstoppable we come out here, you try to hijack my show when you should be grateful that another two weeks went by where I decided to keep MSW in Missouri instead of packing up the tent and moving to a bigger, more lucrative market. So if you want to be able to hear without a hearing aid by the time you reach 45 I strongly recommend that you zip it!
Tapping the microphone a few times, the crowd was completely drowned out by how obnoxiously loud the sound level was. With a satisfied grin IC3 raised his mic back up to his lips.
IC3: Splendid! The ear plugs still work! I had my sound crew pre-emptively raise my mic volume this time to stay several steps ahead of all of you! Speaking of taking MSW to a bigger market we're almost to that magical time of the year, one of MSW's several yearly supercards... WAR! On April 23 MSW will put on it's biggest card to date, and this time I promise this one won't get canceled!
IC3: I know, the truth hurts! The last time WAR was advertised Danny Stevenson dropped the ball because he spent his whole budget on booze and bingo! Live with class, Danny.
IC3 winks into the camera wearing the widest, most arrogant grin that has ever graced God's green earth.
IC3: As I was sayin-
IC3 taps the microphone several more times, each time louder than the next, until it became a rhythm of agony. A fan so upset that he chucked his drink right into the ring, landing right on Ed Trampke's suit.
IC3: Security, have that man escorted off the premises and detain him until police arrive. You just committed assault and seeing as Mr. Varano is on retainer for First Class you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, I promise you that charges will be filed.
Trampke took off his jacket and slammed it on the ground as he yelled out over the ropes to the fan being escorted out by security. The Skylarks and Well Connected quickly go to hold him back and calm him down.
IC3: Yeah, you people want that? You want to suffer the same fate? Keep it up! This is exactly why you people don't get to watch WAR Live and in person. Not you'd be able to handle it anyway, this event is way too big for Misery, and even if it could I wouldn't want some redneck hick town like Kansas City hosting it anyway. But I'll give Kansas City one small shred of credit, as much as none of you deserve it; it's still better than anything that came out of Incest County, Tennessee, just take our “guests” this evening. Ladies and Gentlemen, Christian Michaels and his brother Javen!
The crowd cheers as the camera shifts to the brothers McMillion momentarily, who while apparently no fans of IC3 appear to be enjoying the hospitality the fans and city have otherwise shown them.
IC3: Settle down. I know they're your kind of people but they are “guests” and they're remain that way. Just like all of you they'll have to watch WAR at home when the landscape is changed forever. You'll have to watch at home when THE Man of MSW, a man that smells as fresh like a mint because he's money, Mr. Thomas Angel successfully defends his MSW Heavyweight Championship against either Chris Williams OR Frankie Cocheese, pending his decision later tonight.
Tommy Angel raises his MSW Championship high into the air before slinging it on his shoulder with a grin and several confident pats on the center plate
IC3: And because I'm in such a giving mood and because I refuse to let any of you ingrates ruin my night I'll be giving Duke Andrews a chance to earn a shot for himself and Barrel against the PURE 15 Champions TJ Bryce, the best PURE 15 Champion in MSW's History if I do say so myself. A lot better than your hero Chris Williams or that illegal Canadian Artemis Kaiser... who was deported I might add!
Delsin Oswald: SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT WORTHY! NONE OF YOU ARE! BE QUIET WHEN MR. CORNELIUS SPEAKS!
IC3: Tonight is the last stop before I return to my home state of California and take MSW to new heights as part of my expansion initiative and by the end of the night everyone will know who will be competing for our championships. Actually.. let me rephrase that. Tonight is the last stop before WAR and by the end of night we will know who will earn the right to be defeated by First Class at WAR with the gold on the line! Win with class Misery, and we'll see you in a month assuming I don't decide to keep MSW permanently outside of this backwater state!
Smith: Disgusting, absolutely disgusting! This man won't stop threatening these fans.
Bradford: Well this is the only thing they got if you don't count the Chiefs, and who would honestly? Kansas City needs to get some class in a hurry!
Smith: Pride always comes before the fall Bradford. First Class may have been on a roll so far but if IC3 and First Class keep trying to overlook everyone they're going to be 30 pounds lighter after WAR. First Class is flirting with disaster and you can only push people so hard before they snap; and First Class has a laundry list of enemies. Someone is going to capitalize and it's going to be soon, mark my words.
Bradford: You sound like one of those doomsday prophets speculating on a societal collapse or the world ending or something. Mankind has been predicting the end from the beginning and do you know what all of those predictions have in common? They failed! The gold is staying in First Class and you can take that all the way to the bank!
Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Chris Williams
After First Class finishes speaking the feed cuts backstage to Chris Williams walking through the parkinglot with his bag and the Hardcore Championship draped over his shoulder.
Smith: And Chris Williams has officially entered the building. The fact that he's managed to hold the Hardcore Championship for several days uninterrupted is a new record.
Bradford: Anyone who competes for that belt is nuts if you ask me! Having to defend it 24 hours a day, you might as well hire a security firm just to watch your back!
Smith: Well it's definitely a workhorse belt if you ask me. You always have to be on top of your game. Later tonight we'll find out who Tommy Angel picks as his opponent but for now Chris Williams looks content with the gold he has now.
Bradford: Well he better not get too comfortable because here comes Chris Orton!
The hum of the go-kart can be heard rapidly approaching as Chris Williams turns around just a second too late to see Chris Orton run into him, launching him forward as he dropped his bag and his belt. Chris Orton quickly goes or the cover slapping the mat as a referee sprints out of his car in the parking lot.
2!
3!
New Hardcore Champion: Chris Orton (2)!
Smith: And just like that MSW's first Hardcore Champion just captured it for the second time!
Bradford:Well Chris Orton was set to begin the night in a match against Jay B and now it looks like that a little extra is going to be added! You know what this means right? It becomes a hardcore title match by virtue of the champion competing in a regularly scheduled match! Go Bad Guy, Go! You are bad guy!
Chris Orton gets back on his go-kart and starts shouting as he drives through the building with the Hardcore Championship strapped to the front of the vehicle.
Chris Orton: I AM BAD GUY! I WIN BECAUSE I AM BAD GUY! I AM BAD GUY AND HARDCORE CHAMPION!
Breaking the habit by Linkin Park starts blaring through the arena as Gavin Grey held his mic in hand, watching along with the MSW faithful on the screen.
Jay B vs Chris Orton
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is now for the Hardcore Championship! Driving his way to the ring he is the NEW MSW Hardcore Champion... Chris Orton!
Just right before Chris Orton could drive to gorilla position however Jay B happened to catch notice of the hardcore championship on the cart and thinking on his feet quickly grabs an empty keg of beer and chucks it right at Chris Orton's head, causing the kart to spin out with Orton slumping across the wheel. High squeaks from the horn blares through the backstage area.
Bradford: Come on, bro! That wasn't very nice!
Smith: Well when the Hardcore Title is on the line anything and everything is completely legal!
Bradford: And you say I make excuses? Come on! That is foul play and you know it!
Smith: I didn't hear you complain when Chris Orton his Chris Williams with his go-kart!
Bradford: That was different, Orton is bad guy! Jay B is just a poser, bro!
Jay B quickly flings Orton out of his kart and goes for the pin. Mike Maddix appears to be out of breath as he finally catches up, he slowly drops down to the floor to slap his hand down.
2!
3!
Gavin Grey: Here is your winner and the NEW Hardcore Champion... Jay B!
Jay B starts to fist pump as he takes the belt off the vehicle before having that arm raised in victory by the ref. However his fist pumping doesn't last long as he awkwardly lowers his hand, casually throwing the belt on his shoulder before taking his sunglasses off. Bullshark #6 was there gawking at him once again.
Jay B: Seriously?
Before he could continue IC4 quickly strutted onto the scene and glancing over at Jay B before planting the biggest kiss on her the world has probably ever seen.
Bradford: Bro! That's a flippin shark! What are you doing!?
Smith: She's in a shark costu-
Bradford: SHE'S A FLIPPIN SHARK!
Jay B: What are you doing bro? What are you... she's not even my type bro!
Right before Jay B could take a step forward he felt himself quickly falling backward as Jerry and Jerome, the Skylarks rolled him up from behind in a double pin, each grabbing a fistful of tights as the ref counted.
2!
3!
New Hardcore Champions: The Skylarks (2)
Bradford: YES! Now both Skylarks have to be pinned to lose the title. The Skylark Rule is in effect!
Smith: Skylark Rule?
Bradford: Yeah! Don't you watch the hardcore title stream? They were the first to win the belts off a double pin! You have to pin the champion, or champions in this case to win the belt.
The Skylarks scoop up the belts as they each hold onto one end running off before Jay B has a chance to get up and seek revenge.
The Skylarks: HARD-CORE CHAMPS! HARD-CORE CHAMPS!
Drew Stevenson vs LeBroc Harris
"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, yelling "Believe in the Harris's luck!"
It was time for the match that LeBroc had been waiting for, for a long time. The match to try and figure out who the best technical wrestler was. The bell rang and the two circle around each other giving feelers to see who was going to be the first to go and it was LeBroc.He went right for Drew’s leg attempting a takedown but Drew plants his feet to keep his position and LeBroc tries a few times to take Drew’s leg out but instead Drew turns it into a magistral cradle but only a two before Harris kicks out. Drew rolls through and is able to get behind Harris while he’s getting up locking in the waist lock and impressively deadlifts Harris up and over his head and drops Harris with a German Suplex and holds for another pin but only two. Harris kicks out and rolls over but Drew keeps the lock on and brings Harris over for ANOTHER German, and then another for a trifecta of sorts. The last one was a release and Harris uses the ropes to slowly get up.
Smith: This match is technical wrestler at its best, Bradford! And Drew Stevenson pointed out earlier in the week that this is the match Harris has been wanting to get for the longest time. This match is to see which one of these two can call themselves the best technical wrestler! And the suplexes are flying tonight! These men were doing this before “Suplex City” was popular!
Bradford: It’s hard for me to pick when it comes down to pure technical ability. Between the people? Obviously LeBroc Harris is the better person, but when it comes down to just real and raw technical ability, these two are showing what that’s about. Now if Drew Stevenson wasn’t such an idiot, maybe he could be enjoying this match IN the arena instead of wrestling outside in fifty degree weather with a nasty little breeze.
Smith: Well it’s a technical wrestling schooling tonight. When you want to know how it’s done, this is the type of wrestling classic that you watch. This match will go down in the MSW record books!
Bradford: Not sure if I’d go that far, Smith. Good match? Sure. Record worthy? Never. Not as long as Drew Stevenson’s name is attached to it. That’s Fake-plex City personified!
LeBroc caught Drew off guard with a couple of kicks to his legs, but that was until Drew caught Harris’ kick and turned it into a dragon screw but Drew held onto Harris’ leg and lifted up his other leg, looking for the Missouri Cloverleaf (Texas Cloverleaf) early on. But Harris had it scouted and pulled Drew forward, rolling him up tight for a pin but a kickout at 2 forcing Drew to release the hold. Harris got up and was favoring his left knee, the leg that Drew was focusing on the most. Drew is in for the grapple on Harris and whips him to the ropes. Harris comes back and Drew looks for an overhead belly-to-belly but Harris flips through and lands on his feet. The landing was a little rough but Harris swoops in, flips an unsuspecting Drew to his back and hooks Drew’s arms in the chickenwing. Harris floats over with a bridge to apply the pressure on Drew’s shoulder blades with a Lebonator.
Smith: Hold for hold, finisher for finisher! But Harris lands on his feet from that belly to belly and has the Lebonator locked in on Drew Stevenson! His arms are occupied and he’s too far from the ropes! Drew is going to have to say he quits unless he can find a way to counter this move!
Bradford: Look Smith, this Lemoneater is nothing spectacular. I could get out of that hold ten times over already! Drew Stevenson is a has-been and a never will be! Best technical wrestler? Psh. That’s definitely arguable. LeBroc Harris has had his number left and right and now that big baby Stevenson is about to tap out!
Smith: I wouldn’t be so sure about that one, Bradford. It looks like Drew is starting to find a counter out of his move! If Drew can get out he still has a chance to take this! Only the best of wrestlers have ever been able to get out of this move and it looks like Drew is about to put himself on that list! Leverage is on his side!
Bradford: This match is boring. Where’s Wolf Parker when you need him?
Smith: You need to get your eyes checked. And I’d say Wolf is a little occupied with Matt Ward later tonight! He doesn’t need to be worrying about Drew.
Drew shows struggle but he gets to his knees and then up on his feet while his face is on the mat and shoulders are still locked. That is until Drew starts to use the leverage and rolls Harris over. The chickenwing is still in but Harris is on his shoulders. Harris is on his gut, Drew is on top of him and uses Harris’ body and as a mat to roll on and now the hold has been reversed. Drew has himself and Harris on their feet with the double chickenwing and Drew suplexes Harris over his head with a nasty Dragon Suplex landing Harris on his neck. He rolls through and sits in the corner in a daze. Drew approaches him but Harris pulls Drew in hitting his face on the pads. Harris swoops behind Drew with a German Suplex pin but only two. Both men going back and forth, technical hold for hold, Harris holding his own and looks like he may even have it with Drew in the middle of the ring, the Brockenstein (Yes Lock) locked on Drew. It almost looks like he’s going to tap but that’s when Drew shifts the momentum and rolls Harris over. The ref slides in for a pin and counts one, Harris releases it to kick out and that’s when Drew runs down to Harris’ legs locks in the Missouri Cloverleaf (Texas Cloverleaf) and turns Harris over. He tries to fight it but once it’s locked in full, center of the ring and pressure on, Harris has nowhere to go and is forced to tap out.
Smith: Harris tapped! Missouri Cloverleaf after a series of counters and Drew Stevenson picks up the win! Very impressive showing by Harris but Drew Stevenson is on a mission after Wolf Parker and getting his rank back within MSW as a competitor and it was just too much for Harris tonight! I tell you what, folks. I look forward to Harris-Stevenson 2 in the future!
Winner: Drew Stevenson
BoNzO The Clown vs Nikki Venom
The sharp guitar chords of “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue reverberate across the arena. The lights darken and spotlights switch to a variety of different colours to the beat of the song. The electric guitar, bass, and drums all make their presence known within the song. As the vocals come in, the curtain opens up and Nikki steps out too a mass of boos. A smirk across his face, he raises his arms above his head and crosses his fingers into an 'x'. He walks down to the ring, a cocky swagger in his step; he stops short of the pads outside the ring and jumps in place for a second, before sprinting towards the ring and sliding in. He stands up, and walks to the nearest corner, quickly ascending it. He then lifts his arms in the air, throwing the same taunt he used before. He gets down and sits in the corner, awaiting his opponent.
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 259lbs... Nikki Venom!
Smith: Welcome back! Nikki Venom came up just short last Unstoppable against Logan Brock and on the last show before WAR he'll be looking to right the ship while sending a message to Silas Romero. BoNzO meanwhile came off a rather... unorthodox victory in a non-traditional match with The Parakeet and he'll be looking to use this match as a launching pad for Fun Times Inc. in MSW.
Bradford: Well he better think twice about this one. Nikki Venom doesn't appear to be in the best of moods as of late and you can bet that with his eyes focused on Silas Romero he's going to treat this as a rehearsal for the real deal. Watch out!
With a solitary spotlight burning down on the center of the ring, we see Ringmaster Larry Lestrange in his red suit, black pants and black top hat. Holding a microphone that hangs from the ceiling, Larry's enchanting voice sounds out, getting the crowd ready for the greatest show on Earth.
Larry Lestrange: LADIES & GENTLEMEN... BOYS & GIRLS... CHILDREN OF ALL AGES! ON BEHALF OF FUN TIMES, INCORPORATED I, RINGMASTER LARRY LESTRANGE OFFER TO YOU! THE SOLE SURVIVING MEMBER OF THE WORLD RENOWNED CLOWN CLAN, FROM CLOWNSVILLE... BoNzO... THE CLOWN!
With a drumroll going off in the background a horn to the tune of TA DA goes off as BoNzO rolls down the ramp in a shopping cart all the way to the ring! The cart appears to have a bunch of fireworks strapped to it, propelling BoNzO faster and faster down the ramp before colliding with the ring itself! The crowd laughs as BoNzO is flung forward outside of the cart and barely into the ring itself after nearly clearing the distance.
The laughs quickly turn to booes however as Nikki Venom shamelessly pounces on the clown, stomping and kicking and punching in a controlled frenzy as Mike Maddix having no choice but to ring the bell.
Venom quickly yanks BoNzO up to his feet and connects with a short-arm lariat, sending the clown tumbling in the air before crashing onto the mat. Larry Lestrange shouts in horror as he slams the ring apron several times.
Larry Lestrange: THIS ISN'T FAIR! BoNzO WAS INVOLVED IN AN ACCIDENT! NIKKI VENOM IS A BULLY!
Smith: I don't say this very often, but I have no choice but to agree with Larry here. He was involved in an accident thanks to an ill advised stunt, looking to try and please all the fans here in attendance tonight and Venom decides to take full advantage of it instead of letting the medical staff and the official check on him to see if he's still able to compete.
Bradford: Well consider it a success because BoNzO sure brought a smile to my face with that flaming disaster! HAHAHAHA! This guy is a human crash test dummy, it's great!
Venom slaps his hand against the clown nose, imitating a horn noise several times as the crowd is very vocal with their displeasure. With a sick grin Venom stares as Larry Lestrange as he scoops BoNzO up, holding him tightly as the clown tries to squirm away before dropping him on the mat with Yin's Song (Reverse DDT a'la Sting). The referee drops down as Nikki Venom goes to make the pin. 1, 2, 3!
Gavin Grey: Here is your winner... NIKKI VENOM!
Bradford: Now that's how you make a statement!
Smith: I wouldn't call it the fairest or the best way to do so but well, I guess the results speak for themselves. Disgusting nonetheless.
Nikki Venom: This is only a taste for the hell that's coming for you Silas! This man's blood is on your hands! You drove me to this! You would rather use your fists than your words so... I had to give you a lesson of those that get hurt in the process! And I'm going to make you pay for your sins, your self indulgence and ego run amok. At WAR, the cleansing begins!
Wolf Parker vs Matt Ward
Just as Matt Ward was sliding into the ring he didn’t even get all the way in before Wolf Parker pounced on him like a vicious animal not wanting to let up. The bell sounds and referee Derek Lay pulled Wolf Parker off of Ward to give a breather. Ward is slowly moving using the corner to get to his feet. As soon as he is, Parker rushes past the ref and charges Ward before he even knows what’s going on. Ward is caught with a forearm to the neck/side of the head and Wolf just keeps the punishment coming with constant blows. The ref is in the picture and is giving Wolf the five count. At 4, Wolf backs out. Ward is bringing himself together and when he looks at Wolf, he’s given two middle fingers with a sick smile.
Smith: This is just a vicious assault by “The Radical” Wolf Parker here tonight, Bradford. Ward came looking for a fight but he never expected the fight that he was going to get out of Wolf here tonight! No prisoners and the Windy City Nightmare may have his work cut out for him here tonight!
Bradford: I’ve known Ward for a long time. But the only time Ward was ever on top of his game was back in LEGACY as part of WASTE. His motivations were at their highest and when LEGACY went under, he brought that kind of attitude back here to Missouri but as always, our talent just continues to get tougher and tougher. Ward is in over his head and should probably stop before he suffers another concussion and becomes even dumber than he is already.
Smith: Seems a little drastic to call him dumb, Bradford. Ward just hasn’t had much luck lately, losing to the Evil Shades, The Shades of Destruction, Logan Brock and Tracy Race, whom we still have not heard anything from since his injury, but everybody has their down periods and Ward is in his right now.
Bradford: You’re wrong, Smith. Dead wrong. Not EVERYBODY has their down times. Tommy Angel has never had a ‘down time.’ That’s why he’s our champion, Smith, and Ward is no-where near it and Wolf Parker is reminding him of that, loud and clear! And he’s not done!
Ward looks to get a wind and charges after Wolf but is projected up and over with a huge Back Body Drop. Ward is getting up and is caught with a vicious jumping enziguri with a loud >SMACK!< as it echos out from Ward’s head. Ward is just dazed, wobbling in place. So Wolf kicks Ward in the gut and cut throats calling for something mean. Wolf lifts the big Ward to his shoulders and charges to a corner, tossing Ward into the corner with a vicious buckle bomb. Ward collapses and Wolf methodically approaches him. Wolf brings Ward to his feet again and throws Ward into the corner AGAIN with ANOTHER Buckle Bomb. Ward collapses again but Wolf is still not finished.
Smith: TWO buckle bombs to Matt Ward by the vicious and unforgiving Wolf Parker but he still doesn’t look finished with Matt Ward! I’m not too sure what more Wolf can do to Matt Ward to clearly send his message to Drew Stevenson!
Bradford: It doesn’t matter how much more he can do, Smith! The message is pretty loud and clear that Drew Stevenson isn’t going to stand a chance once the two finally lock up. Wolf is the most dangerous man in Missouri State Wrestling, hell, probably ALL of wrestling and Drew Stevenson made an enemy out of him. The message is sent and the rest is strictly for his own pleasure of hurting people, Smith! Ward asked for this by being lazy!
Smith: I’d hardly call Matt Ward being lazy. He was jumped from the very beginning and hasn’t even had a chance to collect himself. It’s just a vicious assault that I’m surprised the official is letting continue, especially after those two buckle bombs! This just goes to show you folks watching all over, do not try this at home because you never know just how dangerous it might be. And Wolf is bringing Matt Ward back to his feet again! What could he have planned here now?!
Bradford: Destruction, Smith! He and BURAI are much alike. No emotion, just destruction for the betterment of themselves because that’s what it’s always about, in case you haven’t figured that out yet, Smith. The only people that are truly successful are the ones that focus on themselves and only themselves. Tonight Duke Andrews will be learning that lesson just like Matt Ward has been learning the lesson tonight. When you face somebody like Wolf Parker, or BURAI or TJ Bryce or Tommy Angel, you approach them with RESPECT or else they’ll end you without a second thought.
Bringing Ward to his feet one more time, Wolf yells out at Matt Ward who has no idea where he’s at. Wolf yells “YOU’RE DEAD, MATTY!” Matt Ward is lifted to Wolf’s shoulders with a fireman’s carry and Wolf brings Ward’s head down near Wolf’s waist and hooks the head with his arm and just drops Ward on his head/neck with the Air Raid Crash he calls the Primal Instincts. Ward just lays there, no movement what-so-ever. Wolf sits up not pinning, just smiling but due to the lack of movement, referee Derek Lay checks on Ward and the result isn’t good. The bell is rung, and Wolf Parker wins by Knockout.
Winner: Wolf Parker
Smith: Well Wolf Parker has picked up the win tonight iin a very strong showing. Matt Ward never stood a chance from the beginning and we’ll keep you all updated on his medical condition as our professionals attend to him. But the night is still young because up next we have Mark Storm seeking retribution from his loss to Chris Williams two weeks--
Bradford: Shut your mouth, Smith! Wolf has something to say! I mean, you can keep talking but he’ll probably just treat you like Matt Ward. He’ll smash you up into little pieces and then I can get a new broadcast partner! Oh! Maybe Mark Robertson will join me!
Smith: Point taken; now why don’t you follow your own advice?
Both commentators got quiet as Wolf Parker had his sinister smile with a microphone in the middle of the ring. He laughs into it as he leans on the ropes looking towards the stage camera.
Wolf Parker: Oh Steeeveeennnsoon. Steeevvveeeennssoon. Where are you Drew? Too afraid to show your face? Oh wait, that’s right, you can’t. You can’t step foot in this arena without being within three hundred feet of IC3 and sending yourself to jail. That’s because you put yourself in this situation, Drew. You put yourself in this situation JUST like Matt Ward put himself in this situation. And you did it because you’re a COWARD, Drew. You’re a coward and you’re PATHETIC! You’re all talk. You’ve always been all talk. You’re just some parking lot idiot with no class just like your worthless uncle! Come on, Drew! Where are you! All that talk, but do you have the balls to do anything?!
Smith: HOLD ON! HOLY CRAP BRADFORD! THAT’S DREW STEVENSON! DREW STEVENSON IS IN THE ARENA! HE’S JUST JUMPED THE BARRICADE AND IS STANDING BEHIND WOLF PARKER!
Bradford: Oh come on! How the hell did security let this son of a bitch in the arena?! We need security out here now!
Wolf turned around at the rowdiness of the crowd and was instantly tackled down by Drew Stevenson who was throwing fists at Wolf who was laughing the whole time. Wolf flips it around to get some strikes in of his own but Drew rolls it back over to keep the strikes going until security is in the ring and pulling Drew away forcefully and dragging him out of the ring. Drew is struggling wanting to get back at Wolf, but Wolf stares on, his lip busted open and he smiles and we cut to commercial.
Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: The Skylarks
As the action cut back backstage following Wolf Parker's victory over Matt Ward the Skylarks appear to be running for their lives as they sprint down the hallway. Several seconds later Pornstar Ron can be seen giving pursuit in a blinged out golf cart with a tie-dye paintjob with the inscription “Ron-Mobile Classic” etched onto the hood.
Smith: Pornstar Ron is trying to regain the Hardcore Championship. He finished the previous Unstoppable but hasn't gotten close to the gold since.
Bradford: He's terrorizing The Skylarks is what he's doing! Isn't he supposed to filming an adult film or something?
Smith: Well he already might have. He has a voluptuous lady friend with him wearing the smallest referee uniform I've ever seen.
Bradford: Well at least Ron has good taste, I'll give him that.
The Skylarks duck around the corner and quickly duck into the Janitor's closet as Ron turns and keeps on driving. The Skylarks step out and begin to walk back with Jerry holding onto the Hardcore title. Suddenly the sound of a toilet flushing is heard as Chris Alans, The Brick Wall himself steps out of the bathroom. The Skylarks are rather nonchalant about this as they keep walking until a referee steps out of the bathroom as well. Suddenly The Skylarks panic but they're tragically within arm's reach and The Brick Wall quickly slams them into the wall, causing them to comically slump to the ground. As the Skylarks are prone Chris Alans hits what would only be described as a running BANZAI drop as he lands ass first onto the Skylarks who are unable to kick out no matter how hard they tried.
2!
3!
New Hardcore Champion: Chris Alans
Bradford: Right place, right time for Chris Alans! He finally won a match, he finally won a title! The streak has ended!
Smith: Rumor has it that Chris Alans hasn't won a match since 2005 and if this is true would have ended what was a historic drought.
Bradford: Well there wouldn't be a drought if he didn't eat and drink everything in sight in the first place. Look at that beer gut!
Alans, breathing a bit heavily picks up the Hardcore title and he clutches it against his sweaty chest. He slowly gets up as the referee raises his arm when suddenly a honking could be heard.
Smith: That sound could only mean one thing, BoNzO the Clown!
Bradford: Doctor Vic cleared him! He's going to be ok!
As Alans slowly turns around he gets met by a blast of water to the face from BoNzO's flower. BoNzO laughs as he pulls out his horn and honks it right in his face, a burst of mist or gas coming out of it was Alans suddenly falls to the floor like a giant redwood, the referee quickly hopping up off the ground in reaction. BoNzO quickly goes for the cover.
2!
3!
New Hardcore Champion: BoNzO (2)
Smith: And that has to be the shortest title reign in MSW history. The unofficial count by my stopwatch lists the reign at 14 seconds.
Bradford: Well I have the feeling this is the beginning of a new drought.
The referee goes to hand BoNzO the belt but spooked, BoNzO honks the horn in his face as well, causing the referee to drop down for a nap. BoNzO covers his mouth with his hand out of shock before scooping the Hardcore Title up and running off down the hallway.
Silas Has Some Words
"The Nigerian Nightmare" Ndamukong Asomugha vs Mark Storm
The bell rang and Asomugha stood across from Storm. Storm was giving up some inches and one hundred and forty pounds and he to totally rethink his typical strategy. Well, Storm went charging in jumping at Asomugha with a big forearm but Asomugha stood still and laughed at Storm. Another big elbow and the same result, nothing. Asomugha grabs Storm by the head and effortlessly tosses him halfway across the ring. Storm lands tough on his back but is quick to his feet and he looks at Asomugha who just calls for him to bring it. Storm rushes at Asomugha again but this time slides between his legs, rushes up the corner and jumps off with a big dropkick but it only staggers Asomugha. So Storm hits the ropes and with a full head of steam he hits a big dropkick on Asomugha again and he once again is only staggered. Storm wants to change that so he gets another running start and Asomugha is looking to stop another dropkick so this is when Storm goes to the knee and brings Asomugha down to his knee.
Bradford: Okay now, Smith, since you know everything… how the hell do you pronounce this guys name? I can’t be a fan if I can’t even pronounce the big guys name!
Smith: Well I’m sure you’re not the only one with that question. It’s pronounced In-Dahm-oo-Kong Ah-Sum-Wah. And as we look at these two there’s such a major size difference between these two that Mark Storm is at the obvious disadvantage and it is showing! That huge toss early on really looked to shake Mark Storm up but it hasn’t kept him down yet and now he’s got Asomugha down to a knee!
Bradford: Storm is an idiot if he thinks that just getting this guy down to his knees is going to give him the advantage! This man is a monster and monsters destroy, Smith! Storm was partially right when he talked about this being a squash! The best part is IC3 hasn’t even had anything to do with it! Storm is squashing himself! Go Nightmare, Go!
Smith: That’s not really a fair assumption, Bradford! We’ve seen quite a few “giant killers” in our business over the years, men that were a lot smaller than Mark Storm taking on just as big if not bigger opponents than Ndamukong Asomugha!
Bradford: Yeah, but this is Mark Storm! He’s the Marty Jannetty out of his team with James Peterson!
Smith: Last I knew you weren’t a fan of of James Peterson.
Bradford: You have no proof! LIES AND SLANDER! Don’t make me talk to Mister Varano, Smith!
Smith: Go right ahead, I’m not the one that said it.
Bradford: Fine, I will!
Smith: I’m not stopping you.
Bradford: Well I have a job to do to keep you in check, so I’ll go talk to him later! But I’m going to do it!
With Asomugha on his knees and slightly staggered, Storm comes rushing up with a Step-Up Enziguri, one of his trademarks and knocks Asomugha and covers. It’s only a one count with a powerful kick out just tossing Storm off of him. Asomugha was making Storm look like a cruiserweight and it was insane. Asomugha was slowly getting up and Storm was right on the attack again with a flurry of kicks but his kick was caught and Asomugha was to his feet. He stared down at Storm and lifted him up with a Gorilla Press and started to actually do lifts with Storm in the air before tossing him but Storm lands on his feet. He comes face to face with Asomugha, showing no fear before slapping him right in the face.
Bradford: I told you, Smith! Storm is in over his head with this one! Nothing he can do, absolutely nothing in his arsenal is going to be able to take this man down. Kicks are ineffective and he’s already worked over the dropkick and let’s face it, Mark Storm is too weak to pick up a man one hundred and forty pounds heavier than himself without throwing his back out or some crap, Asomugha has this in the bag!
Smith: Did you just hear that smack?! The crowd sure did and just listen to their reaction! Despite the… colorful choice of wording on my partner’s behalf, I have to agree that things are definitely not looking bright for Mark Storm so far in this match tonight. From that toss earlier in the night to the powerful kick out at just one, to that effortless Gorilla Press and Mark Storm may have just angered the beast even more with that slap to the face! I’m not sure if this is the most wise decision on Mark Storm’s part. But if he’s trying to make a point that he’s not going to be “squashed” as he put it, I’d say he’s plenty well made his point!
Bradford: Made his point? Storm just signed his death warrant! Kill Asomugha kill!
Smith: Based on that look on his face he just might, Bradford! This isn’t not looking good for Mark Storm! And back to the kicks he goes! This is about the only offense he can get in with hpes of leveling the playing field with these kicks and elbows but they’re not showing much effect!
Storm was brave but it wasn’t wise. Asomugha starts to step forward and Storm tries to stop him with a series to kicks and they do look to be slowing him down, but not enough. Storm chops Asomugha, and then Asomugha chops back and knocks Storm off his feet. Storm staggers back to his feet like the wind had been knocked clean out of him. Asomugha scoops Storm to his shoulder looking to end it with the POW, but Storm slips out and actually gets a quick roll up on Asomugha but only two with a forceful kick out.
Smith: Storm narrowly escaped the POW from Asomugha but there just wasn’t enough behind that pinfall and Asomugha is still in this! Storm better figure out something quick if he wants to walk out of this tonight!
Storm isn’t sure what he can do but it’s no matter. By the time he realizes that Asomugha is standing there it’s too late. Storm is caught off guard with the scoop to the shoulder and a loud >THUD<, Asomugha connects with the POW (a piledriver similar to a tombstone from the shoulder). Asomugha puts his big body on top of Storm for a pin and the three count hits and it’s over.
Smith: And there it is, folks! The Prisoner of War Piledriver! Mark Storm isn’t getting up from that one and Asomugha has just picked up a very successful victory in his debut on the go-home event before WAR! Will Asomugha be at WAR is a big question! Time will tell!
Bradford: I told you Storm wasn’t very smart! He just got squashed… quite literally, by the massive Asomugha! And that piledriver is a thing of beauty! They’re going to have to peel Storm off that canvas!
Winner: Ndamukong Asomugha
Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Bonzo The Clown
Following Ndamukong Asomugha vs Mark Storm the camera cuts to the backstage area where BoNzO appears to have finally ditched everyone, clutching onto the Hardcore title. He turns the corner to head over to catering when the Bullsharks, all 6 of them are hovering around a plate of lobster. They all stop and pause, looking at BoNzO before swarming and pouncing on him. BoNzO tries to honk out an S.O.S. but quickly gets taken down to the floor as all 6 take turns stomping on him. Bullshark 1 gets on all fours and runs at BoNzO to hit him with a headbutt before Bullshark 5 falls on him for the cover. A referee sprints out from a nearby locker room and goes to count.
2!
3!
New Hardcore Champion: Bullshark 5
The Bullsharks start yelling and throwing up fin taunts with their hands on their heads as they run off. Shortly after however Pornstar Ron in his Ron-Mobile Classic finds the Bullsharks celebrating. Ron steps out with a smirk on his face as he walks over to Bullshark 6, oiling up his chest trying to seduce her with his manly charm and good looks but Bullshark 4 catches onto this and gives him a swift kick to the nuts, dropping him as tears were nearly flowing out from his face.
Bradford: NO! That's Ron's money maker!
Smith: Well it's going to be an awful night for Pornstar Ron. Not only did he fail to regain the hardcore title twice but now he's going to have to hope he can get the... You know I'm not even going to finish that thought.
The Bullsharks run off with the Hardcore Championship in their grasp and they quickly duck into IC3's office.
IC3: What the hell are you doing in here? You don't have an appointment and you're all far from being First Class. You have 5 seconds to get out of my office or I'm firing all 6 of you!
The Bullsharks quickly duck out as MSW cuts to commercial.
Drew Stevenson Makes the Challenge
Cameras open outside where the arena doors open and we see the security guards that were dragging Drew Stevenson and they throw Drew out of the arena and he doesn’t look too pleased. Charles Mattias runs up to Drew with microphone in hand.
Charles Mattias: Drew! Drew! Can we get a few words about what just happened?! How did you get into the arena?! What prompted you to attack Wolf Parker knowing it could get you throwin in jail?!
Drew Stevenson: I’m sick of hearing his mouth, Charles! I’m sick of Wolf talking about this “puzzle” that he’s yet to give more information about. I’m sick of Wolf Parker jumping me from behind each and every single week and then calling me the coward. But that’s not what prompted me to jump in there, Charles. No, see I’ve been dealing with people and their petty insults about me for my entire career but he had NO business bringing Danny into this. This company wouldn’t even exist for Ichabod Crane to take over if it wasn’t for Danny! To say the man, who’s a respected legend all over these parts and has done NOTHING but give his entire heart and soul to this business and to training me to take on his legacy as a second generation wrestler, has no class?
Drew put his hand over his mouth and chin. He looked up, pacing around slightly and running his hand down and off of his chin, very frustrated, which is different than we normally see him. It appeared that Wolf finally struck that nerve.
Drew Stevenson: To say he’s a parking lot idiot just like me? Again, say what you want about me, but I heard enough. Now Charles, I’m tired of waiting. WAR is in two weeks and I want that son of a bitch Wolf Parker 1 on 1! No more guerilla warfare! I want Wolf Parker where I can see him, face to face, 1 on 1, locked inside of a steel cage inside of the Golden Gate Arena where everybody can see me rip this “monster” to pieces. Wolf wants to talk about puzzles, well here’s a puzzle for Wolf. How many ways can I make you tap out? How many times will I add you to the chronicals? You’re about to get a quick lesson in respect so I want Varano, and I want Varano RIGHT NOW to come out here, face to face with me to okay this match!
Drew storms away over to his new used car that he recently purchased after the loss of his truck, also by Wolf Parker, and Drew waits patiently for Varano.
Charles Mattias: Well folks, this is a side of Drew Stevenson we have not seen in a long time and he’s made a pretty big challenge for WAR. Drew Stevenson versus Wolf Parker 1 on 1 inside of the steel cage at the Golden Gate Arena at WAR in two weeks time. The challenge is issued and he’s demanded that Mister Eugene Varano come out here to the parking lot to make the match official. Of course any final decision comes from IC3 but if this match is given the okay, this is one for the record books!
Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Bullshark #5
Logan Brock vs Bullshark #5
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is now also officially a Hardcore Championship match! Introducing first, from the Deep Blue Sea, he is the current MSW Hardcore Champion... BULLSHARK #5!
Smith: He doesn't even look like a shark!
Bradford: He's adopted that's why! The Bullsharks are a multicultural family. I'm sure somewhere Jake Mitchell is one proud papa.
Smith: He doesn't even claim them!
Bradford: ...For tax reasons! It's a little wink and nod kind of deal. Child support is a bitch I'll tell you what.
"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.
Logan Brock wastes no time going after Bullshark #5 as he shoots a flurry of kicks at Bullshark #5 any time he gets close, who appears to be starstruck after actually winning the championship moments ago. Bullshark #5 darts out of the ring and quickly pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring, tapping it several times on the apron just daring Logan Brock to come after him. Bullshark #5 is actually a little surprised when Brock ducks out of the ring and begins to approach and more out of desperation to retain at this point over actually wanting to compete he tries to swing it around like a fly swatter. Logan Brock expertly parries each swing with his feet with precise timing, raising his leg at the right moment and angle to blunt the impact of the weapon. Finally Bullshark #5 goes for a wild swing leaving himself wide open as Logan Brock hits him with a shoot styled kick straight to the head.
Smith: Character Assassination by Logan Brock, those educated feet strike once again!
Bradford: Come on! He was toying with him this entire time! He's abusing an endangered animal! Somebody get PETA on the phone! This is animal abuse!
Logan Brock kicked the kendo stick out of the way as he looked like he was getting ready to go for the pin when suddenly Chris Orton hopped over the barricade with a spare referee to boot! Logan Brock throws up his arms in confusion as Orton makes the cover on Bullshark #5, the original referee standing next to Logan Brock absolutely befuddled.
2!
3!
Gavin Grey: Chris Orton is now the Hardcore Champion!
Chris Orton quickly powerwalks to the timekeeper as he hoists up the belt high in the air.
Chris Orton: I AM BAD GUY! I AM HARDCORE CHAMP!
Orton throws the mic down as he quickly makes his escape through the crowd.
Smith: What the hell just happened?
Bradford: Chris Orton stole the Hardcore Title right from under Logan Brock, that's what! Second time he's held it tonight and that makes him a three time champion altogether. The first man to win it and the first man to hold the belt multiple times on the same Unstoppable! Give that man a gold medal!
Smith: Well Mike Maddix hasn't called for the bell so I'm assuming the regularly scheduled match between Logan Brock and Bullshark #5 is still on since it was originally scheduled as a non-title match before Bullshark #5 won the belt earlier tonight.
Simply shaking his head Logan Brock picked Bullshark #5 off the ground and hit him with the Omega Red (Cradle Piledriver) just for good measure before going for the pinfall. The original referee drops down this time to count the pin. 1, 2, 3!
Gavin Grey: Here is the winner of this match, Logan Brock!
Logan Brock's eyes catch TJ Bryce and Well Connected standing at the top of the ramp with golf claps. Logan Brock makes a belt motion around his waist before pointing at him as MSW cuts to commerical break.
The Boss Isn't Happy
IC3 could be seen fuming sitting in his office and one could only assume it had to do with Drew Stevenson violating the order and jumping over the barricade. He wore a scowl on his face and it seemed like it took everything he had in him to just not flip him desk in a rage. Trampke and Varano were in his office, Trampke appeared to be afraid to speak while Varano while not exactly in the best of moods himself appeared to be able to keep a better hold on his composure than either other man in the room.
IC3: At every single corner that... charlatan keeps trying to throw his family name around like it was some get out of jail free card! He tries to illegally occupy the Emerald Academy after trying to evade US Bankruptcy law, then he goes out of his way to try to turn his punishment into some three ring circus and take away MY paying customers for his side act. This needs to end and it needs to end soon.
Trampke: Why don't you just fire him?
IC3 slams his hands down on the desk which actually startles Trampke as he sees the anger in his eyes, which was uncommon for someone usually so calm.
IC3: What, and give him something else that he wants? Come on, if I fire him then he's free to do practically whatever he wants and he'll evade justice. No, this is about teaching him a lesson and bringing that Jupiter sized ego down to size. He needs to learn that he doesn't have free reign over this company anymore and that his actions have consequences.
IC3 turned his gaze over to his trusted attorney and right hand man, Eugene B. Varano.
IC3: Mr. Varano I trust that you'll be able to handle this situation?
Eugene B. Varano: Leave it to me. You focus on the show and enjoy your night. He wants Wolf Parker? Well maybe he should be careful for what he wishes for.
IC3 flashes a sinister grin as he sits back in his chair.
IC3: Good. This is why you and I are good friends, you're a man of class and you have a track record of results. Give him just enough rope for him to hang himself. If he wants it this badly I say we should give it to him; on a certain set of conditions.
With that the two men smile ominously at one another as MSW abruptly cuts to commercial.
Barrel vs Silas Romero
Coming back from a commercial, "Death's Great Black Wing Scrapes the Air" by Being As An Ocean is fading out with Silas Romero in the ring.
Gavin Grey: The follow contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighting in at two hundred and forty five pounds... SIIIIILLLASSS ROOMMEEERROO!
Then, "Shook Ones (Pt. 1)" hit the speakers. Coming to the stage was Barrel, Frankie not with him this time. He comes out wearing some kind of a gas mask looking thing on his face and he just stops at the top of the ramp staring down at the ring before just walking down the ramp, straight line to the ring ignoring everything around.
Gavin Grey: And now making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighting in at Three Hundred and Thirty pounds, CLYYYYDEE "BARRREEELLLLL" CHAAAMMMBEERRRSS!
Barrel got into the ring and tosses his gas mask off to the side and stood in his corner. Silas Romero stares down the big man, Barrel who just cracks his knuckles ready for a fight. Well, of course Silas doesn’t look intimidated and is stretching in the corner looking more than ready.
The bell rings and it takes Barrel a moment to move out of the corner but he slowly walks out, radiating confidence. Silas is feeling him out and starts a clap to get the crowd clapping. Silas goes in for a tie-up but Barrel has the leverage and just shoves Silas off. Silas rolls backwards and sits up on a knee looking at Barrel who just waives Silas on, a challenge for him to bring it. Silas nods his head and gets to his feet with a smile and goes for another tie up and is shoved off one more time but Silas used the momentum into the ropes and came back on Barrel with a running european uppercut that actually staggers the big man. So Silas stays on the attack with multiple uppercuts knocking Barrel to the corner. Silas climbs up beginning the ten punch. Silas gets to about six before Barrel is able to grab his legs and walk Silas out of the corner, slamming him down with a huge powerbomb and a cover but only two.
Smith: This fight is going back and forth between these two! This has got to be the hardest hitting match of the night so far! Barrel has the distinct power advantage over Silas Romero but the heart of the Knockout Supreme isn’t going away any time soon! Just look at those European Uppercuts catching Barrel off guard!
Bradford: Yeah yeah, they’re impressive but look at that power by Barrel! It may only be matched by the Nigerian Nightmare! I mean how dumb is Silas to be doing these punches when Barrel can just… HOLY BAMZOO BATMAN! Silas just BOUNCED off the canvas with that massive powerbomb and a cover!
Smith: That definitely was a nasty powerbomb delivered there by Barrel! He had Silas Romero well scouted when he moved into those corner punches that just didn’t seem to have much effect! We’re really getting to see a lot of this powergame provided by Barrel to us here tonight! But it doesn’t look like Silas Romero is done because he just got the shoulder up at two!
Bradford: All that means is that Barrel is playing with him like a Cat plays with a mouse before it goes in for the final kill. Once Barrel is done playing with his prey, it’s going to be Silas’ curtain call, just you wait and see!
Silas still had fight left in him to the crowds pleasure though it looks like a he was knocked loose a bit. Barrel couldn’t believe Silas kicked out of that one but it wasn’t going to hold him back. Barrel starts to pick Silas up but with a loud >SMACK< Silas threw a kick up and caught Barrel on the side of the head and Silas rolled it over for a cover but a kick out at two, forcefully. Silas backs off trying to rethink his strategy while Barrel gets to his feet. Although when he’s on his knee Silas charges in with a step up enziguri but Barrel is just dazed. Silas gets a little more momentum and with a charge grabs Barrel’s arm looking for that Fujiwara Armbar but Barrel’s size and being near the ropes allows for him to break the hold but Silas doesn’t want to let it go. Barrel is able to slide under the bottom rope to the outside and pulls Silas with him. Silas isn’t sure what’s going on until Barrel swings him with his one arm right into the barricade twice, until Romero let go and fell.
Smith: Barrel just keeps showing his power with a very unorthodox counter to that Fujiwara Armbar by Silas Romero, quite literally dragging Silas out of the ring and then just SLAMMING him into that barricade until he let go! There’s nothing but fight in him but that fight may end up getting him killed here tonight! Live to fight another day, Silas!
Bradford: This is what I’ve been talking about! Silas can try all the covers he wants, he can try and wear down Barrel with all of those pins all he wants but it’s not going to work! KILL ‘EM BARREL!
Smith: You know what... I’m pretty sure this is what Frankie was talking about when he mentioned us not being able not being able to pick a side! You’re the most inconsistent person I’ve ever worked with!
Bradford: Look, it’s simple. I like Frankie and Barrel… until they’re up against First Class. It’s the Kaiser Syndrome, Smith. Amazing talents, love to watch them do their thing and tear the roster apart but when it comes to First Class, I have to back my Classmates but I’ll ALWAYS respect what Frankie and Barrel do.
Smith: Keep that mentality up and they’re going to get fed up with hearing it and I may end up with a new broadcast partner sooner than later.
Bradford: Well it looks like Barrel is keeping the fight outside just dominating Silas not giving him much room to breathe! Come on, Smith! I’m doing your job here!
Smith: Okay, sure. Well, Barrel is back in the ring, looking for a possible count out victory over a downed Silas Romero right now! This may be it for Silas but NO! HE’S MOVING! AFTER ALL OF THAT HE’S STILL MOVING!
The match continued with a size and power dominance over Silas outside the ring until the count reached about five and Barrel slid in. Silas wasn't moving a lot but at 9, he got into the ring. Barrel brings Silas to his feet by his head and tosses Silas to the corner. Barrel approaches him and slaps across his chest real hard with a nasty open handed chop, powerful enough to leave a mark. Silas holds his chest and comes stumbling out of the corner but Barrel grabs him and throws him back and ANOTHER mean chop! Silas staggers forward again and Barrel brings him way up and down hard with a massive hip toss and a cover but only two. Barrel is getting annoyed now, and lifts Silas BACK to his feet again wanting to end it here and now. But Silas let’s out a yell, his chest lit up from the chops just moments ago and rushes forward with a short burst and gets some nice height and is able to deliver a big knee right to Barrel’s jaw and drop him with the Kneel Before Zod with a pin but Barrel STILL kicks out!
Barrel is staggering to his feet quickly. Silas taps his elbow, calling for that rolling elbow he calls the GKFO that he’s talked of knocking Barrel out with tonight. When Barrel turns around >BAM< the GKFO! But it doesn’t look like he got all of it or the effects haven’t shown yet because Barrel is able to grab that loose arm and quickly swoop Silas up for a suplex just to drop him in front on his head with a Steiner Screwdriver Barrel calls the Steel Screwdriver! BUT it looks like that GKFO did take it’s toll but the screwdriver did its damage to Silas. Silas immediately rolls out of the ring and lands flat on his back and the ten count begins.
Smith: Just listen to this crowd! The arena is crammed full for this go-home show and it’s going to be hard to top this match but there’s still so much to go! They’re literally slugging it out with everything they’ve got and they’re both down but Silas just fell out of the ring! GKFO to Barrel and then the Steel Screwdriver! Both men are down and neither man is moving! The fans are right on the money, Bradford, this is truly awesome!
Bradford: At this point, I can’t even argue that! These guys both said this was going to be a fight! A straight knock down, drag out brawl and they both said that they’d knock each other out and it looks like they just did! Holy Shit is right, Smith, I. I’ve got no words for this! No matter who walks out of this as the winner, we’ve got to get a rematch between these two after WAR!
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Smith: The count is at eight, this could be it for Silas!
Barrel is slowly moving on the ropes and Silas is using the barricade outside to get to his feet but not fast enough.
..TEN!
Gavin Grey: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by COUNT OUT, CLYDE “BAARREEELLL” CHAMBERS!
Smith: Silas got to his feet but it just wasn’t enough! What an amazing showing by these two just had but that Steel Screwdriver just had the impact it needed to knock Silas Romero out of the ring and that’s what did him in! We’ll be right back..no… wait a minute, before we go to break we’ve got an update with Drew Stevenson outside! Let’s go out there and check it out!
Drew Gets An Answer
Drew Stevenson can be seen 301ft away form the arena as the two security guards are posted up on the boundry to prevent any re-entry attempts.
Eugene B. Varano: Excuse me, gentlemen.
The security officers looks over as does Drew as he turns his head to see his nemesis.
Eugene B. Varano: I would like a word with Mr. Stevenson, privately for a moment if you don't mind.
Security 1: Sir... we were ordered to escort him off the premises if he made his way into the arena and keep him out.
Eugene B. Varano: And I'm not here to infringe upon your duties, but I'd just like to remind the two of you that I'm acting on Mr. Cornelius's authority here and that my words may as well be coming from the man himself. You can escort him all the way to the O'Reilly's auto shop across into the next county if you want after I'm done for all I care.
Security 2: Hey man, I just refinanced my house, let's do what he says.
The two rent-a-cops walked off to go speak with the officers as Varano pulled Drew Stevenson aside.
Drew Stevenson: Nice to see you, Beatrice.
Eugene B. Varano: I'd bite my tongue if I were you. I have enough evidence on you from tonight alone on tape to put you way for at least a year on felony charges if Mr. Cornelius gave me the word. So I'd watch my Ps and Qs if I were you.
Drew grits his teeth as he made and effort to bite his tongue.
Drew Stevenson: Well I assume you're out here for a reason and I don't see any cops here.
Eugene B. Varano: Yet. That all depends on your attitude towards me. I saw that little stunt you pulled earlier by illegally entering the building and your subsequent exchange with Mr. Matias. Luckily for you my client is in a good mood this evening and is in quite the giving mood I might add, so he wanted me to counter your proposition with one of his own. You want Wolf Parker in a cage at WAR? You got your match. As a matter of fact he'll even allow you into the arena but for your match and ONLY for your match. You can't be in the building before and you must leave immediately after, you should feel fortunate that he's allowing you such leniency since he owns the land that building is built on as well as the building itself.
Drew Stevenson looks at him a bit wearily.
Drew Stevenson: So just like that, I got my match? That easy?
Eugene B. Varano: Yes.
Drew Stevenson: So what's the catch?
Eugene B. Varano: Well in the interest of fairness it's a catch that works both ways. If you can defeat Wolf in a cage the ban will be lifted and you will be allowed to wrestle back in the building again on a full time basis. Buuuuuut, if you lose not only will the ban remain in effect for it's entire duration, 7 years, you will also forfeit the right to EVER challenge for ANY MSW Championship ever again. Do I make myself clear?
Drew nods.
Drew Stevenson: You got yourself a deal. And tell your boss Ichabod Crane that I'll have a special page saved in my chronicles just for him, right next to Wolf Parker.
Eugene B. Varano: It would be unwise to count your chickens before they hatch. You've got 2 weeks to prepare. Good luck, you'll need it.
BURAI vs Duke Andrews
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.
Gavin Grey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, now making his way to the ring from Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighting two hundred and twenty three pounds, DUUUUKKKE ANNNDREEEEWWSS! And now, currently standing in the ring from Nagoya, Japan, weighting one hundred and eighty pounds, BUUURRAAAIII!
It was now time for the special attraction match. Duke Andrews didn’t waste any time. As soon as the bell rang he charged after BURAI in his corner but BURAI side steps and Duke crashes hard with the corner. BURAI sweeps out the leg and pins quickly but just a one count. Duke is quickly to his feet and annoyed as BURAI just stares at him and tells Duke to bring it on. They come face to face and Duke Andrews stares down at BURAI and shoves him but that is when BURAI fires back.with a series of slaps, punches and kicks all over Duke’s body backing him up to the ropes. With Duke in the ropes, BURAI backs up and charges ahead with a lariat that takes both of them up and over to the floor.
Smith: We expected nothing less than a fight between these two with the way that you and Duke had a verbal back and forth, Bradford. And the fight is spilling to the outside!
Bradford: BURAI is a simple man, Smith. But he’s a man of opportunity and that’s why he’s here. Duke Andrews is making demands about deserving this or that but as far as I’m concerned, Duke Andrews doesn’t deserve squat but BURAI… BURAI deserves the world and then some and he’s going to make short work of Duke Andrews tonight. Just you watch, Smith.
Smith: Well, as they tumble to the outside, BURAI is in control at the moment but in a match like this, that can change at any given moment!
BURAI is working over Duke, but then Duke is able to block a kick from BURAI and throw him into the barricade yelling “THIS IS MY TIME, PUNK!” Duke grabbed BURAI’s head and started to give him a couple of punches to the head before whipping him over to some stairs but BURAI is able to plant his foot to stop himself but he turns around to get a mean clothesline by Duke. The count is at five, Duke slides in and back out to reset it and he grabs hold of BURAI’s arm to bring him to his feet but that’s when BURAI pulls Duke forward and into the steps face first. Duke sits up against the steps and BURAI gives him one of those brutal kicks right to the chest. Duke shows the pain and BURAI rolls back into the ring. The count is at seven and Duke is back in. He stands and gets in BURAI’s face and sticks his pointer finger in BURAI’s chest, just taunting him. BURAI grabs hold of Duke’s left wrist that he was using to poke BURAI, but then a right hand from nowhere clocks BURAI.
Smith: Oh come on, Duke! This is a clean competitive match and that was a sucker punch! The official is warning Duke Andrews about closed fists, however as that did look pretty close to it. I’m always a fan of working with international talent and provided all goes well with his MSW visit, we could perhaps see more of BURAI in the future but when you’ve got Duke Andrews taking shots like that, cheap shots, it may hinder us getting to work with any amazing international talent like BURAI in the future!
Bradford: I’m glad you can finally see how corrupt Duke Andrews is! He doesn't care about anybody but himself and he certainly doesn’t even DESERVE this opportunity against BURAI!
Smith: Don’t go twisting my words now, Bradford. You and I are on completely different view points. If Duke Andrews has earned the shot, it’s totally up to IC3 and IC3 decided to give Duke this opportunity, not you. But Duke Andrews must be getting desperate, resorting to cheap tactics and taunting him the way he is.
Bradford: Tomato, Tomahto.
It continued this way for a good couple of minutes, both guys getting an upper hand for a bit and it really switches off back and forth. Duke Andrews now in control and he whips BURAI to the ropes. BURAI coming back ducks a clothesline attempt and when Duke turns around to catch BURAI face to face, he’s met with a dropkick to the knee taking him down. BURAI is quick to switch over to a crossface but Duke Andrews reaches the ropes for a break and it’s called. We fast forward a bit and BURAI is in control but it doesn’t last for too long as Duke has him scouted. BURAI came jumping in with a slingshot tornado DDT but Duke Andrews countered it dropping BURAI across the top rope followed by a knee to the chest knocking BURAI to the apron. Duke sets up for a suplex to bring BURAI back into the ring but he flips through and lands on his feet. Duke turns around and BURAI throws his foot up looking for that Death Kick, a standing kick to the temple but Duke had it well scouted and dodged it, barely. BURAI recovering just to get caught but a twisting mule kick of sorts that Duke calls the 30.06 and Burai fell into the ropes barely able to stand but Duke called for the end.
Smith: Oh man! Duke Andrews has definitely done his homework on the international athlete, BURAI and has almost all of his signature moves scouted! BURAI has won quite a few matches with his Death Kicks that typically come after being set up BY that springboard Tornado DDT that Duke Andrews just countered! But that counter may have saved himself in this match! BURAI needs to be careful, especially after that 30.06, the move that Duke Andrews said he’d use to win tonight! This could go down any time!
Bradford: If BURAI was a lesser man? You bet. But this man is the king of the kick! There’s no kick that can take him down but there’s any kick that comes from BURAI that can take down his opponents. Duke just thinks he has him right now but BURAI can throw those Death Kicks from nowhere! Duke almost got one already! This is just the beginning!
Smith: Well Duke Andrews is calling for the finish here. All he has to do is get BURAI on the ground and cover him!
Duke brought the limp BURAI off of the ropes but he wasn’t quite done. BURAI had enough in him to throw a kick into Duke’s knee to drop him to his knees. BURAI yells out and kicks Duke with a right kick, then a left kick, and then he charges up a right kick for the Death Kick #2 but Duke was able to narrowly avoid it and he used that split second to slip behind BURAI and hook the chickenwing. Duke lifts BURAI off of the ground and plants him face first with a chickenwing facebuster, the Andrews Effect. The whole match was more for move but it looked like Duke had it. He rolls BURAI over and covered him.
Smith: Andrews effect! He’s got BURAI down and the cover! This may be it for BURAI!
Bradford: Come on BURAI, kick out! KICK OUT! Screw this…
The headset was thrown down. The ref was counting.. ONE… TWO… Bradford inched closer to the referee and slid in under the bottom rope… THREE! Then Bradford pulled the referee out of the ring, just a split second too late. The ref shoved Bradford out of the way and called for the bell. Bradford made his way back to the table, not very happy and the crowd was hot, cheering strongly for both men. They both slowly got to their feet and when they did, BURAI on a knee holds his head as he’s slow to get up but he extends his hand to Duke. A moment of reluctance and Duke shakes his hand. A show of sportsmanship from the Japanese talent as Duke advances to WAR and we cut to a break.
Winner: Duke Andrews and joining the PURE15 title match at WAR, Duke Andrews and Barrel.
Tevolo vs Frank Debauchee
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
With the opening beat kicking off to "Deep Cover" moving through the curtain quickly we can see Tevolo- following behind him with that cocky smirk spread across his face his manager, Jacob Mitchell followed. As Tevolo poured a bottle of water over his head while moving down the aisle towards the ring, he tossed it aside and slapped a few hands of the fans before sliding into the ring and pushing himself up to his feet. Jumping onto the bottom rope and throwing his arm into the air- he leveled himself and bounced in place as Jake instructed him from the outside as they awaited his opponent.
Gavin Grey: Introducing first, accompanied by “The Infamous” Jacob Mitchell, from Honolulu, Hawaii weighing 235lbs... Tevolo!
"Step inside, walk this way. You and me babe, Hey! Hey!"
Def Leppard "pour some sugar" blares at an obnoxiously high level, strength testing the speakers volume. The Missouri locals stand in attendance, the voices carrying a low undertone boo. From behind the curtain steps Frank Debauchee in all his glory. A robe decorates his statuesque figure. It's gaudy in decor, rivaling anything scene before. His lips puckered up, the mustache shining in all its glory. Behind him trots Lainey Rae, A beautiful red headed vixen. She's dressed in a low riding pair of daisy dukes, the waist line well beneath her pelvic bone. The top was equally as revealing. Simply enough to cover the mammary glands. It's capped off with a shinny pair of cowboy boots and a hat.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent. Hailing from the land of Smexy and being accompanied by Lainey Rae, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... Frank Debauchee!"
Frank's arms spread wide, ingesting all the negative feedback these ungrateful ingrates bestow upon him. Spinning a full three sixty he basks in the ambiance. Walking down towards the ring he'll momentarily stop to bad mouth a local.
Lainey Rae takes center stage and trots up the steel steps and alongside the apron. Frank still pandering to the front row section. Lainey sits on the middle rope and hoists the top up with her shoulder. Frank licks his finger tips and uses the salvia to comb the mustache before strutting that sweet stuff up on the apron.
Enter the ring through the window provided by Lainey Rae; Frank spins full circle his arms raised above his head. Lainey enters behind him as she positions herself so Frank's back is directly in front of her. Her hands clasp the shoulders of the robe, slowly peeling it back revealing the goods. Frank's pecks dance as Lainey fully unrobes him.
As soon as the bell rings Debauchee ducks out of the ring and quickly snatches a mic from ringside. He begins to circle the ring as Lainey Rae is still standing in it.
Frank Debauchee: A few weeks ago I was unable to compete due to an unfortunate injury you my hand. And while Doctor Vic has given me the green light IC3 gave me the ability to make an executive call if I wasn't feeling up to it.
Smith: What a snake! He's going to slither out of another match with Tevolo.
Bradford: Where's your empathy? This man puts his body on the line every single week. It's not easy being a Calendar Man but when you are you're in demand. These kind of things happen and not only is it the humane thing to do but it's a smart business decision for IC3 to protect his investments. Your top guys have always got to be in tip top shape and sometimes that requires a night off here or there. And yet he still made the trip all the way out here so his adoring fans wouldn't waste their money. That's a class act right there.
Smith: A coward, that's what he is. I don't believe he was hurt for a second and I doubt anyone else is buying it either. Frank Debauchee acts like he has the biggest you know what when he opens his mouth but when it comes to actually face the consequences for his actions he manages to find excuse after excuse to get out of it. The fact that IC3 is enabling him is sickening.
Frank Debauchee: And I'm going to do exactly that. There will be a match however and your opponent is that sweet thing standing in the ring.
The referee shouts as he raises his arms in confusion as Debauchee nonchalantly strolls over to the timekeeper.
Smith: And now he's practically using her as a shield! The referee is confused, I think all these fans are confused and most of all Tevolo has to be confused.
Bradford: Sometimes life isn't fair. Either Tevolo beats her in the middle of that ring and sullies his reputation or he lays down and gets beat by someone who never completed her wrestling training!
Smith: Tevolo isn't going to lay a finger on her!
Bradford: He's a savage, do you really think he wouldn't if given a reason?
Smith: He's from Hawaii! That doesn't make him a savage.
Bradford: He's a crazy islander where milk is 7 dollars a gallon and they're building a railroad to nowhere! He's probably one of those crazy secessionists who thinks life would be better off without the US government writing him welfare checks.
Smith: Don't you think that sounds just a wee bit I don't know, stereotypical? Racist?
Bradford: Is it a stereotype if it's true?
With much confusion swirling around this match Debauchee nonchalantly rings the bell.
Tevolo shouts at Debauchee as Lainey Rae looks very nervous and hesitant before dropping down to her knees and giving Tevolo a low blow! Debauchee quickly rushes the ring as Lainey Rae quickly moves out of the way as he begins punching Tevolo repeatedly in the face while he's stunned and unable to defend himself
Smith: He was faking it again! This was a set up from the very beginning!
Bradford: You ever hear the old saying “don't work harder, work smarter?" This was a brilliant setup and once again Debauchee managed to think ahead of Tevolo!
Debauchee grins as his knuckles turn red, blood dripping down rapidly from Tevolo's forehead. Jacob Mitchell rushes the ring but the damage was already done when Debauchee made his escape. Mitchell checks on his protege, the referee having no choice but to throw this match out.
Smith: That sickening display may come back to bite him later, Tevolo already has enough reason to go to WAR and the worst thing you could do is give your opponent a little bit of added motivation.
Bradford: Let the kid be motivated, his anger is going to continue to be his own undoing! So long as Debauchee keeps the kid frustrated he's going to telegraph his flaws and the Calendar man is going to exploit every last one of them!
Let the Hardcore Games Begin! Champion: Chris Orton
Backstage now, the sputtering of Chris Orton’s Go-Kart is heard and now seen and the Hardcore championship on the front. Chris Orton is driving around, very happy with himself but he slows to take a corner and that’s when the unthinkable happens! Chris Orton is knocked off of his Go-Kart but not in the way you’d expect. Chris Orton was LIFTED out of his seat by THE PARAKEET!
Smith: Whoa! The Parakeet is back, Bradford! And he’s after Chris Orton and the Hardcore championship!
Bradford: I can’t believe we just saw The Parakeet LIFT Chris Orton out of his seat! This is crazy!
Chris Orton is too heavy for the Parakeet to keep up so he drops Orton AND poops on his head! It keeps Orton distracted enough so that the Parakeet may come down and start to flutter his wings like crazy to make Orton’s sinuses act up!
Smith: This is.. Something else! He just took a number two on Chris Orton’s head and then made his sinuses go crazy with all of those bird feathers!
Bradford: It’s cheap, it’s dirty, it’s HARDCORE! And that’s why I love it! Always expect the unexpected!
All it took now was just one good, strong peck to Orton’s head and he fell, still sneezing. The Parakeet pinned him and in ran our referee.
One… Two… THREE!
NEW Hardcore Champion: THE PARAKEET!
Bradford: New hardcore champ the Parakeet! I don’t believe it! The Bird is back and he just flew away with the Hardcore title! I don’t think anybody is catching him tonight!
Smith: That's not even a real bird! I don't know how he's doing it but that's obviously a costume!
Bradford: There's no room for non-believes in MSW at this table, Smith! Get with the program!
Smith: Oh lord.
Frankie Cocheese & Chris Williams vs The Shades Of Destruction (Guest Commentary: Tommy Angel)
Suddenly the familiar sound of coins clanging together accompanied by a cash register ding of Pink Floyd's “Money (Instrumental)” hit the PA system. The crowd boos mercilessly as Tommy Angel slowly emerges from the back wearing a slick armani suit with the MSW Championship fit snuggly around his waist. He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, enjoying the hostile reaction from this MSW crowd.
Gavin Grey: The Following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he is the special guest commentator for this match, he is YOUR MSW Heavyweight Champion... TOMMY ANGEL!
Smith: Shoot me now.
Bradford: I would Old Yeller but that'd be considered animal cruelty! You should feel excited, the Champ is going to grace us with his presence! He is the standard bearer of this company and a fantastic human being to boot.
Smith: Would a fantastic person bully a referee? Would a fantastic person cheat his ass off because he's afraid to be exposed as a fraud? Would a fantastic person go out of his way to laugh at the plight of the downtrodden? No. I know you buy into and say whatever IC3 tells you to but you can't really sit there with a straight face and believe any of this.
Bradford: I can and I do! Money talks Smith!
Tommy Angel makes his way around the ring, stopping as he sees CM and Javen in the front row. Going to a nearby fan he takes their bucket of popcorn and throws handfuls as the two brothers before dumping the bucket right on CM's head to a chorus of booes. Tommy Angel finally makes his way to announce table as he unbuckles the championship and throws it over his shoulder. Bradford gets out of his seat to shake his hand before Tommy Angel takes a seat right next to him, picking up his headset.
Bradford: Pleasure to have you aboard.
Angel: It's good to be here. Thanks for having a seat for me away from Smith.
Smith: Well it's sooo good to see you too.
Angel: You better watch your mouth before I slap your dentures out of your mouth and send you to retirement, Grandpa. You don't think I hear all the trash you say about me, about Mr. Cornelius and First Class? You're lucky I'm a gentleman and don't yank you out of your seat for that; you don't want to be Thunderstruck.
“I See Demons” by Book of Black Earth starts playing. Smoke and red lights cover the arena as the kickass song plays. At 1:20 of the song, The Shades of Destruction come out to the ramp. The crowd starts booing out of fear and hatred, but the Shades of Destruction ignore it as they walk down the ramp. The Shades climb to the apron like Kane and get inside the ring, doing simultaneous Kane taunts inside the ring, causing fire to come out of the ring posts.
Gavin Grey: Introducing first, from the Realm of Shades weighing in at a combined weight of 754lbs, accompanied by The Queen of the Shades they are... THE SHADES OF DESTRUCTION!
Angel: I think these guys are the real deal. Not like Red and Purple, they're too soft; they've become a parody. Red and Purple lack that killer instinct, that eye of the tiger.
Bradford: They do have that killer instinct, I'll agree with that I still think they're usurpers but the Champ has got a point.
Angel: Of course they're usurpers; they want to be the Kings of that Mountain only so they can destroy it. Of course... they'll never succeed with me around but I admire their guts and fortitude.
Smith: Well at least you're not going on about “wrestling miracles” for once.
Angel: The only miracle I see here is the fact I haven't reached over and slapped you silly yet.
Over and Under by Egypt Central hits the PA system as Chris Williams walks out from the back. He slaps several fans hands as he heads to the ring before stopping halfway down the ramp
Gavin Grey: And their opponents, introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 235lbs... Chris Williams!
The music suddenly cuts off as Chris Williams turns his head as Shook Ones Pt 1 by Mobb Deep blares through the arena. Frankie Cocheese steps out with the black bandanna around his face and he makes his way halfway down the ramp, stopping to look at Chris Williams.
Gavin Grey: And his tag team partner, from The Drama City, Washington D.C. weighing Fat Stacks of Kilos... Young Cochedda the Don... Frankie Cocheese!
Angel: You know they're lucky that either one of them is in consideration for my championship and that Mr. Cornelius is in a giving mood. I mean take Chris Williams for example; I offered him one last chance to join First Class. I even offered to go to bat for him to Mr. Cornelius to get him a PURE 15 Championship match instead and instead he decided to act like the classless neanderthal he is and he practically spit at my generous offer! And Frankie Cocheese? He's admitted to being a thug! Neither of these men represent what the new MSW is all about. Neither man carries themselves like a champion.
Bradford: I completely agree Mr. Angel!
Angel: Please Bradford, call me Tommy. I consider you a friend. I'd call you Alex but I remembered Smith stole your name.
Smith: Get a room you two! The ass kissing is real! Look, you don't have to agree with Frankie's lifestyle but his record speaks for itself and he leaves everything in the ring. Chris Williams is rediscovering himself and he's trying to atone for his past. You know what this makes the two of them? Actual people, with actual flaws who live in reality. Not everyone has Scrooge McDuck money and gets to live a pampered life of luxury and those that do are out of touch with what the rest of us go through!
Angel: Oh Smith, you're the only one to blame for the fact that as a 40 year veteran making minimum wage. You speak out of line week after week and the fines just keep racking up. Before you know it you're going to be paying to work here instead of being paid to do your job.
Williams and Cocheese after looking at each other rush to the ring. They begin brawling with the Shades as Derek Lay quickly calls for the bell.
The first two minutes of the match are just uncontrolled brawling and chaos, Williams, Cocheese, Yellow, and Green all just going after each other. Derek Lay attempts to enforce order but comically gets shoved away by each of the competitors whenever he tries to get in close. Cocheese and Williams manage to whip Green and Yellow into opposite corners and they take turns launching themselves at the Shades. First Williams whips Cocheese into Green, then Cocheese whips Williams into Yellow. Then Williams whips Cocheese into Yellow and Cocheese responds in kind by whipping Williams into Green. Finally Williams whips Green towards the center as Cocheese simultaneously whips Yellow to the center as the Shades collide into one another!
Smith: Surprising teamwork being displayed by Chris Williams and Frankie Cocheese right now. They're working together as a well oiled machine and so far appear to be on the same page.
Angel: This isn't going to last. Bottom line is they're both fighting for the same thing, which is only one vacant spot in the Main Event of WAR. Sooner or later they're going to realize that and this whole thing is going to fall apart.
Bradford: Very astute observation, Champ. I mean why would they want to work as a team for any undetermined length of time? They have almost nothing in common and they're certainly not friends nor are they part of an elite brotherhood. They're selfish to the core.
Lay once again insists on restoring order but Cocheese and Williams ignore the ref and Lay remains powerless as no legal man has yet been established for either team. Williams and Cocheese appear to have caught onto this fact and decide that it'd be in their best interests to work together for now to deny giving Tommy Angel the opportunity to pick a worn out challenger. Cocheese and Williams decide to work on the slightly slimmer Yellow Shade first as they pick him up off the mat and they try to lift him up for a double suplex but halfway through Yellow shifts his body weight as he lands back on the ground and plants them both with a double DDT. Green sits up ominously as the Shades look at each other briefly before turning to Williams as they each lift him up off the mat with a hand around his throat before swiftly slamming him back down and kicking him out from under the bottom rope and onto the outside. They then turn to Cocheese as Lay again attempts to establish order as he points out that Cocheese has been established as the legal man and that the Shades should quickly do the same. With a menacing glare from the destructive duo Lay quickly throws up his hands and backs up. The Shades eerily glare at the refereee as they grab each other's hand like they were getting ready to arm wrestle before both dropping down to the mat as they connect with a double elbow drop. Yellow then ducks out to his team's corner.
Smith: And finally after nearly 5 minutes the legal men have finally been established in this match. Derek Lay didn't even know who to order out of the ring.
Bradford: Isn't it obvious? Derek Lay is scared of The Shades and Frankie Cocheese so he's pretty much just letting them go at it and letting multiple rule infractions slide.
Angel: Let's call it what it is Bradford; Derek Lay isn't doing his job. He's calling this match far too loosely and as you saw from the very beginning it quickly devolved into chaos. Normally I'd file a report with IC3 about this but considering Derek Lay isn't Mike Maddix and that he doesn't have an established agenda against me I think it's best to let it slide. Well that and the longer The Shades beat on the Thug and the Ingrate the more I benefit.
Smith: Talk about double standards. It was only two weeks ago that you were bullying Mike Maddix and trying to inflict bodily harm on him over a perceived slight in an attempt to abdicate responsibility for your own actions and you have the nerve to pull that card tonight?
Angel: Do you see that belt on our desk right now? That means I can say whatever I damn please. It means I am the best wrestler in MSW, hell the World for that matter. If the Boss tells you to officiate a match a certain way? You do it; you don't ask questions, you do it. Tell me Grandpa, why do you enjoy making far less than someone with your impressive resume would command? If you kept your mouth shut and called the matches as corporate tells you to you'd be one of the highest paid men in this company, you could have even had a spot in First Class as a Senior Consultant. Instead you keep going against the script and guidelines laid out before you and you're getting fined so hard that your grandchild is going to be in debt before too long.
Smith: You leave him out of this you son of a bitch! I have integrity, unlike the stooge sitting next to me!
Angel: Apologize! Apologize to that man right now!
Smith: NO! I have something called pride and integrity, I have morals and I'm not asking you to agree with them but you damn well better respect them! What happened to you? You went from being a man trying to make a name for himself the right way to some corporate sellout! You didn't earn that championship, you haven't earned anything, IC3 has handed you everything because he thinks you're a puppet he can control!
Angel: I opened my eyes, I woke up. I don't expect you to grasp such a basic concept. I decided I was going to start doing what was best for me, I decided that I was going to stop being what other clueless suits told me to be and I found my self-respect. Look at the results, look at that belt! That validates every single decision I've made since returning to MSW. Look me up when you win one of those.
Green goes for a pinfall with his hand placed on Cocheese's chest. The ref drops down to count 1, 2/KICKOUT! Cocheese shoots the arm up just shortly after the count of 2. Green wraps his hands around his throat and begin strangling him as his feet kick up and down the mat as his struggles for air. The Queen Shade looks extraordinary pleased by these turn of events as she watches her engines of destruction reek havoc. Lay shouts for a clean break which causes Green to again glare eerily at him, causing a brief moment of hesitation.
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Green lets go before Lay could finish the number, narrowly avoiding disqualification. Green grabs Cocheese by the legs as Yellow slaps him on the back for a blind tag. Green then begins to spin around, faster and faster as Cocheese appears to be trapped in some sort of cyclone hold by Green!
Bradford: I can't believe I'm seeing this with my own two eyes! The rarely seen Cyclone of Destruction; I thought it was just a rumor!
Angel: There you go Green, make him puke!
Smith: That takes a lot of balance and self control to pull off. Rotating your opponent in such a circular motion often can be a doubled edged sword as you're disorienting yourself just as much as your opponent. The human body isn't meant to be spun around like that.
Round and around Green spins, the referee caught in awe of the move.
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13 rotations before Green released him and flung him across the mat. As this was going on Yellow had sneakily ascended to the second rope and he came flying off with a diving legdrop on Cocheese. Yellow quickly goes for the pin. 1, 2, THRE- Williams had darted into the ring and with a desperate dive managed to break up the pin just in time! The Queen Shade was outraged as she pointed and yelled at Williams and the crowd quickly booed as Lay began arguing with Williams and trying to usher him back to his corner. Yellow seized the opportunity and began to choke Cocheese with his boot as Green darted back in and proceeded to stomp a mudhole into him with the ref's back turned. As Lay turns back around Yellow releases the choke and goes onto the apron as he slaps his hands together to imitate the sound of a tag being made. At the beckoning of the Queen Shade, Green puts Cocheese resting on the second rope before running off and rebounding off the opposing ropes looking to guillotine Cocheese between the ropes and his body but Cocheese just manages to roll to his right to escape a grisly fate. Green catches nothing but the middle rope and infact actually gets caught by his momentum taking him a little too far as he was now painfully straddling the middle rope where the sun or the shades don't shine.
Bradford: OH NO! What a tragedy! Nobody, man nor Shade should have to suffer such a cruel fate!
Angel: He got lucky, Bradford. He has to be acting on instinct after being spun around like a top and repeatedly choked. He doesn't even know where he is right now and I'm a little surprised he isn't vomiting.
Smith: For maybe the first and only time I actually have to agree with you. You have a point there.
Angel: Of course I have a point, I'm the MSW Heavyweight Champion and that's not by accident.
Cocheese quickly uses the rope as a guide as he clotheslines Yellow off the apron before being caught by a throat thrust by Green who while moving a bit slowly had enough awareness to land the strike. Cocheese staggers back as Green lunges forward to grab him around the neck for a Chokeslam, lifting him high into the air. Cocheese manages to slip out of his grasp midair, as he bounces back against the ropes and connects with a desperation Toe Tagger (crooked arm lariat). Both men are down on the ground now, as Cocheese is too exhausted to take full advantage to go for the cover. Williams starts clapping and stomping his foot on the apron as he holds onto the tag rope and stretches his arm as far as he could.
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Both men start crawling towards their corners, Cocheese making the most progress out of the two.
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The Queen Shade yells at her minions to “STOP HIM!” as Green begins to get up to a knee upon hearing his liege's beckoning.
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Green gets up and grabs Cocheese by his boot just barely a fingertip's length away from his partner. Green starts to drag him back as the ref stops his count but Cocheese shifts his weight and momentum backwards for an enziguri to stun the big man in his tracks! Cocheese gets to his feet and makes one last heroic lunge as he just barely manages to slap Chris's hand as Lay claps his hands up to acknowledge the tag. Yellow reaches over and with his impressive reach slaps the downed Shade to tag himself in as well!
Angel: Here we go. Green may be down but Yellow is fresh and he looks like he's been chomping at the bit to get in the ring.
Smith: But so is Chris Williams and he looks fired up as well.
Bradford: Chris Williams should have just hopped off the apron and preserved himself. Why is he wasting his time with this?
Angel: You know, there's a good chance I would've actually chosen him as my opponent right here and now if he did that. That would've been the correct move to preserve yourself and look out for your own interests.
Smith: I don't buy that for a minute.
Angel: You don't have to; it's my choice at the end of the day.
Smith: You would've probably waited for the fall out between the two before you picked an opponent; that's how First Class operates isn't it? Take the easy way out?
Angel: Work smarter, not harder. You're starting to catch on.
Smith: Disgusting.
Bradford: And that's why your the Champ, Tommy!
Williams comes out firing on all cylinders off the hot tag as he knocks Yellow down with a clothesline. Yellow quickly gets back up only to be slammed back down with an armdrag. Green gets up and tries to bail out his fellow Shade but eats a belly-to-belly suplex for his troubles. Yellow thinks he has Williams in a blind spot but the veteran ducks his onslaught and quickly follows up with another belly-to-belly suplex, using his momentum to take the big man down. Green gets back up again and tries to catch him with a Stinger Splash into the corner but he wisely moves out of the way before lifting him and and hitting a very quick Boiling Point (Emerald Flosion).
Smith: BOILING POINT! BOILING POINT! Chris Williams somehow found the strength to lift him with that Boiling Point, that's close to 400lbs!
Bradford: Green had something in his eye, that's why he missed! The referee should've called for a pause in action for that based on medical grounds!
Smith: I wonder what Tommy has to say about what we're watching right now? Do I detect distress coming from the First Class Camp?
Angel: ...
Yellow doesn't appear to be much better off as he struggles to get off the mat and Williams goes to snuff out any attempts of a comeback with a swift double armed DDT to plant him into the mat. Williams drags yellow over the corner and tags Frankie Cocheese who during the surge from Williams managed to regroup himself and recover a bit as he begins to climb up onto the top rope. Yellow gets up as Williams in a great show of might manages to scoop him up on his shoulders in an electric chair hold.
Bradford: Williams can't possibly keep the big man up like that for long, he was barely able to hit that Boiling Point. His leg is going to give way, his back is going to go out... there's no way he can pull this off.
Smith: We haven't seen a move like this in a very long time, a move made famous by a very decorated tag team. Frankie Cocheese isn't known for going to the top rope but if he's about to do what I think he's going to do it's going to spell Doomsday for The Shades!
Angel: ...
Before the answer to the Bradford's question would be answered one way or another Cocheese lept off the to rope, connecting with a Flying Toe Tagger to put a modern twist on the classic Doomsday Device as Yellow tumbles all the way down to the mat with authority. Cocheese rolls over and hooks both legs as the crowd counts with the pin. 1, 2, 3!
Gavin Grey: Here are your winners... the team of Chris Williams and Frankie Cocheese!
Tommy Angel throws off his headset as he grabs a mic off the announce table. Holding his championship on his shoulder he raises the mic up to his lips.
Tommy Angel: Congratulations, the two of you. You really busted your asses out there tonight, just like the working man. No wonder these hicks love you.
Tommy Angel: Oh shut it, you know it's true. I see a few lil Frankies in the crowd with there bandannas up and a rap sheet that probably includes vandalism and various other mischief. You're going to be in prison by the time you drop out of high school Junior.
Tommy says this as he points to a kid in the crowd wearing Captial Crew gear, couldn't be any older than 12 or 13.
Tommy Angel: Instead of striving for class you're diving for the gutters of society. As much as I don't want to choose you Chris, you're not a self-admitted thug and I think that by choosing some dunce who couldn't even pass his GED because he was too busy selling dope on the yard I'd set a bad precedent. We can't have people think that you should get rewarded for living that kind of life style so I'm sorry Bandanna Man, you're out of the running.
Frankie chuckles as he picked up a mic from the ring announcer as he stood in the ring with Chris Williams, their celebration cut short before it could even begin. Williams watched on with a vested interest as well as everyone else watching in person and at home.
Frankie Cocheese: You see, I had a feeling you'd duck me. You know, I'm starting to think Chris Williams was right, you don't have the balls to put your money where your mouth is and make it a triple threat. You want to take the easy way out of everything. But that's OK Chief, you have the right to choose your opponent...
Frankie's voice trails off as a sly grin shoots across his face.
Frankie Cocheese: But... I wonder what your girlfriend has to say about that? Does she think you made the right choice?
Tommy Angel goes to raise his mic up but before could speak Barrel was on the screen as the big screen started airing a feed from backstage, and he wasn't alone. Izzy, the pride and joy of IC3 was sitting nervously in a chair, her eyes darting around out of panic as Barrel rested his hand on her shoulder.
Barrel: You sure about that Champ? Are you sure you don't want to rethink that choice? See your girlfriend and I were watching this match backstage and well... I think she'd want you to think this over long and hard. She doesn't look very comfortable with your current choice, do you Izzy?
Izzy doesn't say a word, absolutely terrified by this bald tattoo'd man. IC3 could be heard shouting frantically in the background, a frantic tinge of fear in his voice.
IC3: Do what he says! Do what he says! Don't let him hurt Izzy! Do what he says Thomas! Just pick Frankie... please!
Tommy looks absolutely flustered as he looks at the ring, his belt, the screen and back again. Finally after what felt like eternity but no more than 5 seconds he raises the mic up as if his brain was running on autopilot.
Tommy Angel: You got your match! You got your match you son of a bitch! I.. I'll just kick both your asses! Just let her go!
Tommy Angel slams the mic down like a football player spiking a football before the reality of the situation finally dawns on him. His face turns pale as if he just saw a ghost when he realizes exactly what he just agreed to.
Smith: I can't say I agree with his methods but that's one way to back the champ into a corner!
Bradford: Where's Varano? This can't count, it can't! Tommy and IC3 didn't have a choice! This is blackmail and coercion, this is a felony!
Smith: Like it or not Tommy Angel just locked himself into a Triple Threat at WAR! That's all the time we have for tonight, we'll see you in 2 weeks in San Francisco!
