2016.04.23: PWN - MSW - MSW PRESENTS WAR
Contents
- 1 Information & Dark Match card
- 2 Dark Match results
- 3 Intro
- 4 Previously recorded fan footage
- 5 Duke Andrews vs Barrel vs TJ Bryce (PURE 15 Champ)
- 6 Bautch/Harris segment
- 7 Brolympics Part I - Shotgun and Das Boot: Jay B vs IC4
- 8 Shades of Destruction vs Evil Shades
- 9 Drew Stevenson vs Wolf Parker
- 10 Brolympics Part II - Woo The Ladies and Dizzy Dance Off: Jay B vs IC4
- 11 Hardcore Championship
- 12 Frank Debauchee vs Tevolo
- 13 Brolympics Part III - Best Selfie and The Beer Mile: Jay B vs IC4
- 14 Silas Romero vs Nikki Venom
- 15 Hardcore Championship 2
- 16 MSW Championship: Tommy Montana (c) vs Chris Williams vs Frankie Cocheese
Information & Dark Match card
Date: Saturday, April 23rd
Location: Golden Gate Arena, San Francisco, California
Commentary: Alex Smith (play-by-play), Alex Bradford (color)
Dark Match #1
Delsin Oswald vs Mark Storm
Dark Match #2
Glint vs Bullshark #6
Dark Match #3
Bonzo The Clown vs Ndamukong Asomugha
Dark Match results
Delsin Oswald vs Mark Storm
Winner: Delsin Oswald (Via pinfall after the Perfect Score)
Glint vs Bullshark #6
Dark Match #3
BoNzO The Clown vs Ndamukong Asomugha
This was a fairly entertaining match with fun for the whole family throughout. Asomugha didn't manage quite the dominate display he had in his debut and what BoNzO lacked in technical ability he made up for with ingenuity. Asomugha looked frustrated the entire match as BoNzO seemed to enjoy some liberties with grey areas of the rule book. A banana peel is technically not illegal since it wasn't defined in the rule book, nor were balloon animals or the balloon chair he hit him with near the end of the match. Just when it look like Asomugha finally had The Greatest Clown That Ever Lived figured out a swift squirt from his flower was all he needed to put this match on ice. With the Nigerian Nightmare briefly blinded BoNzO was able to connect with The Clown Nose (Atomic Drop followed by hitting the ropes and a Jumping Butt to the Opponent's face). With that the Nightmare became a fairy tale as BoNzO picked up the win via pinfall. After the match BoNzO and Larry Lestrange had a fun time entertaining the crowd during intermission before the main card.
Winner: BoNzO The Clown (Via pinfall after The Clown Nose)
Intro
Bradford: And they're going to regret getting involved in business that isn't theirs, either! As if their lives haven't been hell enough, they've got First Class to deal with tonight! TJ Bryce and Tommy Montana will be leaving here tonight as champions, I guarantee it!
Smith: Well anything and everything can happen here in MSW, Bradford, and especially when we're on new turf for the biggest event in MSW HIstory tonight! We've sold out the Golden Gate Arena and these fans are ready for a show! Also tonight The Shades all square off to finally see who is the dominant group of shades! Silas Romero and Nikki Venom finally clash, the Brolympic Games debut as Jay B and IC4 decide who the best "bro" is!
Bradford: The best bro is obviously IC4, Smith. I mean he's been doing this his whole life, and who's Jay B? Just some punk from Las Vegas that wants to think he's from Jersey. Jersey sucks, Smith. Have you ever been? It sucks.
Smith: Well I've never had a problem in New Jersey, but also tonight The Hardcore championship is of course on the line as current champion LeBroc Harris is in the building here tonight and anything is possible! And the Capital Crew may get what they want tonight!
Bradford: Those down right dirty, pieces of trash thugs is what they are, Smith. They've strong armed their way into these title matches tonight. As if Frankie Cocheese being in that MSW Title match wasn't enough because he decided to kidnap poor Izzy, Barrel made his way into that PURE15 title match too!
Smith: Well IC3 made it a stipulation for Duke Andrews. When Duke Andrews defeated BURAI at Unstoppable, it allowed for Barrel to be entered into this match.
Bradford: Strong armed, Smith! They had been after IC3 and First Class for weeks! They practically had a gun to the bosses head!
Smith: He made the decision of his own accord and if Barrel wins it here tonight, IC3 has nobody to blame but himself. But of course, there are two other men in that match. Now, you're probably wondering what I mean by two. Well as you may be aware, a few days ago at the MSW Fan Fest here in San Francisco, Logan Brock was having a great time with some of our amazing fans before he was brutally attacked wtih a pending medical evaluation. He had that evaluation this morning and Logan Brock has not been medically cleared as of this moment, to compete after being assaulted at the Fan Fest. And unfortunately there is no identity known as of this time. And because of such, the PURE15 championship will not be contested in a triple threat match with champion TJ Bryce defending against Barrel and Duke Andrews. We do have some fan cell phone footage that we will show you all momentarily but please do be advised that it is graphic in nature and may not be suitable for all audiences. But the show must go on, so then to top the night, our main event that everybody has been waiting for, the triple threat for the MSW Championship!
Bradford: I'm waiting to see Tommy Montana kick the snot out of Frankie Cocheese! This match should have been a 1 on 1 but Cocheese did the most despicable of things and forced his way into this match and he's a damn thug that needs to be spending the rest of his life behind bars. I don't care about a stupid contract, you don't do that to the Golden Princess!
Smith: Well be that as it may, without further adieu, let's get this show on the road!
Previously recorded fan footage
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, once again, earlier this week Logan Brock was attacked earlier this week while conducting promotional work for MSW for the local media only to have been attacked by an unknown assailant. Logan Brock has yet to be officially cleared by the medical staff and his status tonight is very much still in doubt. The following footage was recorded by a fan who was in attendance at the time this heinous attack took place and due to the disturbing footage I have to stress that viewer discretion is advised.
MSW Fan Experience
San Francisco, California
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Logan Brock could be seen standing at a podium, promoting the event, as the shaky cell phone footage was capturing the press conference already in progress. Right before could resume his thought though a Hispanic man, about 6'6” with black hair and a bandanna covering his face darted out from the side of the stage and started to attack Logan Brock.
The crowd nearly broke out into a panic as this definitely did not appear to be part of the show, the Hispanic man slamming Logan Brock's head straight through the cheaply made podium, the wood splintering and scattering from the impact before the assailant tossed him into the light stand, causing them to crash to the floor in a domino effect, several of the bulbs shattering.
A production hand seemed to be yelling for help as the assailant scooped Logan Brock up, and put his head between his legs as formed a diamond with his hands high into the air before scooping him up for a crucifix powerbomb, chucking Brock like a rag doll into a table set up near the stage, completely breaking it in half and scattering paper and equipment everywhere. The assailant then hops of the stage and scatters into a panicked crowd, security unable to pursue him once they appear on the scene. Paramedics arrive on the scene shortly to check on Logan Brock as the footage ends.
Duke Andrews vs Barrel vs TJ Bryce (PURE 15 Champ)
"The following contest is schedule for one fall- and is a Triple Threat match for the PURE 15 Championship..."
That familiar hum of "Shook Ones PT. 1" by Mobb Deep sent the crowd into a early frenzy as once the track kicked in completely- moving through the curtain with his arms high in the air we see the behemoth that was Barrel.
Gavin Grey: Introducing first- a challenger- from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.. Repppppppppresssssenting the Cappppppppppitaaaaaaallllllll Cccrewwwwww..
Barrel threw up the double C hand gesture as he continued down the aisle..
Gavin Grey: Weighing in three hundred and twenty five pounnnnndssssss.. BBBBARRRRRREEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Alex Smith: In this day and age it's safe to say that the art of being a big man is lost in the industry. A lot of the times finding someone the size of Barrel, they're stiff- they're not athletic.. but not when speaking about this man.
Alex Bradford: I don't like these felons, I think they belong in prison.. I mean just look at Barrel! He should be locked in the pen, not competing for one of MSW's most prestigious prizes!
Alex Smith: It was all the fault of IC3! He outsmarted himself here as he put his champion at a disadvantage having Barrel AND Duke Andrews against TJ Bryce!
As Barrel continued down the aisle with a confident walk, he reached the ring and pulled himself up onto the apron- shoved the top rope down and stepped over it. Once in the ring, he once again threw up the double C's as he ripped his Capital Crew shirt off and tossed it off to the side. His ring attire was telling- it was a pair of black pants with white trim and his tank top seemed to be attached. Across the stomach portion of the torso read "CCTAKNOVR". As he stood in the corner and stretched himself out- his theme cut off the PA- quickly being replaced by "Trenches" by Pop Evil.
Alex Smith: And he's the other challenger- a man who's had to jump through flaming hoops to get a shot at this!
Gavin Grey: Introducing now.. the other challenger.. From Grand Rapids, Michigan.. Weighing in at two hundred twenty three pounds...
Shoving past the curtain Duke Andrews looked prime and ready to go. Staring down at the ring, he jumped from side to side as he loosened up-
Gavin Grey: .. THHHHHHHHHEEEEEEE EPPPPPITOOOOMEEEEEEEE OFFFFFF PEEEEERFFFECCCCTIOOOOOON.. DDDDDUUUUKKKKKEEEE... ANNNNNDREEEEWWWWWWWSSSSSSSSS!
Duke nodded at the announcement of his name and continued down the aisle as his track continued to rip through the arena- slapping hands with a few fans in a nonchalant manner. As he reached near the ring, he pulled himself up onto the ring apron and got into the ring through the ropes and pulled himself up onto the turnbuckle across of where Barrel was standing and threw his right arm into the air.
Alex Smith: To say the tension between these two alone is at an all time high would be an understatement. It's pretty safe to say that they do NOT like each other, and this match will just amplify that- especially with the PURE 15 Championship on the line.
Alex Bradford: Neither man should get their hopes up.. TJ Bryce is showing up- and leaving the champion.. end of story.
Alex Smith: You're pretty sure about that aren't you?
Alex Bradford: Damn right.
As Andrews' them finished up- there was a few second delay but "Fame" by B.o.B now sounded through the arena. A quick round of boos showered in and once the chorus sounded- the PURE 15 Champion moved through the curtain, of course with his back turned to the people and ring.
Alex Bradford: And there's the man!
Gavin Grey: AND INTRODUCING.. THE MISSOURI STATE WRESTLING.. PURE 15 CHAMMMMMMMPIIOOOOOON! From Toronto.. Ontario.. Canada.. Weighing in at two hundred, twelve poounnndsss.. Reeeeeepressssssenting Fiiiiirsttttttttt Claaaaaassssssssssssss..
Alex Bradford: That's right baby!
Gavin Grey: THHHHHHEEEEEEEE MOOOOOOOSTTTTTT.. VVVVVVVAAAAALUUUUUABLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE.. ASSSSSSSEEEEETTT... TTTEEE.. JJJJJJJJAAYYY... BBBBBBRRRRYYYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
As soon as his name was announced, TJ spun around and held his arms out to his side- the crowd continued to shower in boos and jeers, all as he soaked it up with a cocky grin. Bringing his right hand toward him as the camera zoomed in, he tapped at his Rolex with his left arm as he worded "TIME IS MONEY, BABY!" Now tapping the PURE 15 Championship that was around his waist- TJ continued down the aisle, he eventually reached the ring and scooped out his competition- Barrel stared in his direction, Duke Andrews was jumping from side to side- loosening up like he was doing at the top of the aisle- all as TJ scaled the stairs and slowly got into the ring- he unhooked the championship and hoisted it into the air as he shouted at the fans-
Alex Bradford: TELL'EM CHAMP!
Alex Smith: He's got his work cut out for him tonight.
Alex Bradford: He'll be fine Smith, just wait and see.
Alex Smith: Conspicuous by their absence is Well Connected- usually they follow their leader around like lost puppies.
Alex Bradford: Actually Smith- if you would of asked I would had told you that TJ DEMANDED they stay in the back as he was tired of the whispers that he couldn't defend the championship on his own. TJ is going to prove tonight without a shadow of a doubt that he's capable of beating anyone in Missouri State Wrestling- let alone.. the world.
Alex Smith: I'm sure he did.
Alex Bradford: Don't question me Smith, I know what I'm talking about you old fool.
The ref was handed the PURE 15 Championship as he made his rounds- he first showed it to Duke Andrews who let off a sharp exhale and then the ref moved toward Barrel who didn't seem to care either way about the title. Now moving to the center of the ring, the ref held the title high in the air as the camera zoomed out to show the scene. Moving to the corner, the ref handed the title to Gavin Grey as Grey left the ring.
Alex Smith: What was originally pegged as a fatal four way turned into a triple threat after challenger Logan Brock was attacked, I think Brock had a great chance in the match with his unorthodox style.
Alex Bradford: It's a toss-up really. Each of these men bring something completely different to the table. Teej has the champion's advantage, Duke Andrews has the experience and Barrel has the size.
Alex Smith: Oh, you're actually being impartial?!
Alex Bradford: No, Teej is my pick and it DEFINITELY isn't because he and I are best friends.
Alex Smith: We'll see.
The ref signaled for the bell- Duke instantly sprung towards Barrel but Barrel dropped him right a huge right hand. TJ Bryce quickly ducked from an oncoming lariat attempt by Barrel and rolled beneath the bottom rope as he circled around the ring with a smirk on his face as he tapped his temple to express his intelligence.
Alex Bradford: Already Teej's brain is showing to the biggest of the bunch!
As Barrel turned around, Duke Andrews sprung back to his feet and managed to close in on him with rights and lefts as the crowd jumped to their feet. Forcing Barrel back into the corner, Duke ducked and looked to hit a shoulder thrust or two into Barrel's mid-section but Barrel managed to lift his knee at JUST the right moment, cleaning Duke Andrews across the face and chest causing Michigan's Favorite Son to stumble backwards. As Duke tried to once again rush forward and connect with more rights and lefts, Barrel side stepped him and caused him to hit the turnbuckle pretty hard- winding Duke in the process. Barrel stepped forward and connected with a HUGE right of his own that stunned Duke as Barrel lifted a knee into Duke's gut-
Alex Smith: HUGE SHOTS BY BARREL!
Alex Bradford: That'll take a lot out of any one!
Throwing not one.. not two.. not three.. but four more, Barrel backed up as Duke hit the mat- clutching his midsection in the process. Barrel threw up the double C's on each hand to represent the Capital Crew as the fans responded by doing the exact same which brought a smile across The Big Badass's face. As Barrel turned to look for the missing champion it was too late as Teej had slithered back into the ring unnoticed and pulled Duke out of the corner and quickly hooked his leg-
Alex Bradford: TEEJ FOR THE WIN?!
T- KICKOUT!
Before the ref's hand could hit the mat for a full two count, Duke's shoulder popped off of the mat-
Alex Smith: NO! NOT YET!
The crowd popped for Duke kicking out there as Teej tried to slip out of the ring again only to see Barrel reach down and grab a hold of the PURE 15 Champion's right leg! As Teej pleaded with Barrel and the camera for him to be released, Barrel pulled him into the ring and stood him up- with absolute ease plucked him off of the mat in the form of Gorilla Press and held him up.. HIIIIIIIIIIGH IN THE AIR!
Alex Smith: NOW THE CHAMP IS IN TROUBLE, BRADFORD!
Alex Bradford: WHAT?! PUT HIM DOWN! THIS ISN'T LEGAL, YOU CAN'T LIFT SOMEONE NEARLY NINE FEET IN THE AIR! DISQUALIFY HIM!
As camera flashes rippled through the arena, Barrel was about to let Teej fall but Duke got to his feet and ran at Barrel at full speed connecting with a spear that took the big man down! Teej used his agility to land on his feet as Duke jumped back to his feet and connected with a right hand across of Teej's face which knocked him back into the ropes. Duke pressed his weight on TJ for a second before whipping him across the ring into the ropes- Teej jumped over Duke who hit the deck- as Duke jumped up and looked for a powerslam, Teej glided over Duke and fired off a kick to the low of Duke's back- Teej fired backwards and as he came off of the ropes Duke had turned around causing Teej to lift himself into the air and connected with a high elevation dropkick!
Alex Bradford: That's the TJ Bryce I know!
Alex Smith: There's no denying that TJ Bryce is a highly talented individual. A former champion in the Great North, there's a reason why IC3 wanted TJ associated with them, he has everything that they personify.
Alex Bradford: He's a winner, Smith- a freakin' winner. There's nothing he can't do.
Alex Smith: That's gonna be tested here as he needs to make sure that not one but two other challengers aren't able to steal that championship from him. Remember, TJ doesn't have to be pinned in order to lose the title!
Alex Bradford: Teej won't lose, he's unbeatable.
Alex Smith: You speak with such conviction! Do you know something we don't?!
Alex Bradford: I know that you're too wrapped up in thinking Barrel's size is the difference and Andrews' big match experience gives them an edge but Teej doesn't need any of that, he's got the brain and heart of a warrior!
Alex Smith scoffed at Bradford's comment as Teej got back to his feet and quickly applied the boot to Duke Andrews as he kept an eye on the stirring giant in Barrel near the far side of the ring. When Duke took Barrel down, Barrel's head bounced off of the mat and left him extremely woozy it appeared. As he tried to shake the cob-webs off, Teej reached down and stood Duke up and fired off a few rights and lefts of his own- completely disregarding warning from the official as he tried to fire Duke into the ropes- but no, Duke reversed! As Teej bounced off of the ropes- Duke this time was successful in landing offense- and it was big time as he lifted Teej off of the mat and with jarring speed dropped Teej onto the mat with HUGE freakin' impact with a spinebuster straight out of the Arn Anderson School for Chiropractors!
Alex Smith: WHAT FORCE! OH MY!
The crowd was beginning to gather behind Duke here as he floated over and hooked the leg, hoping to score a win-
TWO..
T- NO!
Barrel had managed to get his head back into the game at the right moment, lunging over towards the pin and kicked Duke in the back which broke the pin up as Duke rolled off of Teej!
Alex Smith: How close was that?! And geez, Duke looked like he wanted to take TJ Bryce out with how hard he planted him there!
Alex Bradford: Collusion Smith.. this is collusion! They're obviously wanting to take Teej out 'cause they know what a threat he presents!
Alex Smith: I'd say TJ needs to absolutely have eyes on the back of his head here as I don't think Duke nor Barrel wants any controversy over who the champion is if they're able to win it here. They seem dead-set on pinning the champ.
Alex Bradford: As I said.. COLLUSION!
Teej did infact looked to a bit shaken up from the spinebuster there as he rolled off to the side <still in the ring> clutching his back in pain as he bounced his head off of the mat while yelling something that was inaudible. Barrel's face had grown red from anger as he backed into the ropes as Duke got back to his feet- as Duke turned Barrel threw a HUGE boot..
Alex Smith: DUKE DUCKED!
Barrel soared across the ring as he missed the boot, his leg managed to hit the top rope as Barrel let off a ROAR of pain!
Alex Smith: THIS IS DUKE'S OPPORTUNITY!
The crowd jumped to their feet as he yanked Barrel backwards- before the big man could gain his balance completely, Duke kicked him in the stomach and quickly looped his arm over his own chest- hooking his leg, Duke pulled all their momentum backwards and PLANTED Barrel on the mat!
Alex Smith: REVERSE STO! VINTAGE ANDREWS!
Alex Bradford: OH MY GOD DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!
Alex Smith: It was!
Alex Bradford: WEAK! BOOO! BOO THAT MAN!
The crowd popped like CRAZY, especially those that were familiar with Duke from the past as when Barrel's face bounced off of the mat, Duke rolled him over and hooked the leg, throwing his arm up in the air expressing his confidence in the win..
Alex Bradford: GET UP TEEJ!
Alex Smith: DOES HE!?
Alex Bradford: NOOOOOOOOOO!
NO!
Barrel's shoulder popped off of the mat at the LAST possible second just as TJ Bryce threw all of his weight onto the pin to break it up.
Alex Bradford: PHEW!
Duke grabbed at his head and almost tore the hair out of his head out of frustration he thought he had it won there.. he was close. With Barrel down and Teej recovering, Duke wanted to push the pace and see what he could do to try and steal it here. He knew he had a much higher chance of beating Bryce and keeping him down rather than trying to pin Barrel just because of the strength of the big man. Turning his attention to Teej here- Duke managed to get Teej in a waist-lock but Teej hooked his arms on the ropes as Duke tried to pull him backwards- Duke tried it again and Teej gave JUST enough leeway to cause Duke's momentum to carry him backwards pretty hard- taking advantage of the rolling- Teej used his head and rolled Duke up with a handful of tights..
Alex Bradford: YES!
Alex Smith: HE'S GOT DUKE'S TIGHTS!
Alex Smith: WHAT A CHEATER!
Forcing the kickout as Duke still had gas left in the tank, it sent TJ Bryce firing forward- adjusting his body and hitting the ropes Duke didn't get to his feet yet and was still on both knees.. TJ sprinted towards him and jumped forward- catching Duke across the face with BOTH knees! As Duke snapped backwards, TJ slid and stuck the landing as he jumped to his feet and threw his arms out in the process to show off!
Alex Bradford: GET A LOOK AT GREATNESS, SMITH!
"TEE- JAY SUCKS!"
"TEE- JAY SUCKS!"
Alex Smith: According to the paying fans, he.. just.. well, he sucks!
Alex Bradford: Blasphemy!
Teej was still off messing with the fans, Duke Andrews had little to no movement and Barrel was still recovering from having his face meet the mat- as Teej circled around the two fallen men with a sinister grin spread over his face..
Alex Smith: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL?!
The crowd hadn't popped like that ALL evening but the second the rift kicked in.. they nearly blew the roof off the arena. TJ's eyes went wide- his face was as pale as a ghost as surely, moving through the curtain with his ribs taped up and a bandage across his forehead..
Alex Smith: LOGAN BROCK IS HERE! LOGAN BROCK IS HERE!
Brock was pointing down at the ring as TJ shook his head- he couldn't believe it. Doing some kind of motion with his hands.. Well Connected popped up from around ringside and instantly blocked the way to the ring!
Alex Smith: WHERE THE HELL DID THESE TWO COME FROM?! TROLL MAGIC?!
Alex Bradford: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU TEEJ WAS ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD!
Logan paused in place for a second before shrugging his shoulders and launching forward like a torpedo, managing to take BOTH T-Zone and The Lenny down with a body-press! As Well Connected fell backwards, Logan stood up- holding his ribs in obvious pain, he pointed up at TJ Bryce with a scowl across his face and as he was about to shoot forward and into the ring..
Alex Smith: NOW WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
The man who's face was hidden by a bandanna that matched the description of who jumped him earlier in the week and the same man who looked to have taken Tracy Race out weeks before grabbed Logan by the back of the trunks and whipped him around. Kicking him in the midsection- the official didn't know what to do because TECHNICALLY Logan was subtracted from the match! TJ Bryce had his hands on his head- Duke Andrews was still out and Barrel had gotten to a knee..
Alex Bradford: WHO IS THIS GUY?!
After the kick to the midsection, the man stepped over Logan's head and hoisted him into the air- holding him in the form of a crucifix powerbomb- he took a few quick steps forward and with absolute reckless abandon- threw Logan Brock into the turnbuckle- causing The Agent of Change to smack it and land at a awkward angle-
Alex Smith: OH MY GOD!
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
Alex Bradford: BROCK IS DEAD! LOGAN BROCK IS DEAD!
The "HOLY SHIT" chants continued to boom through the arena as the man looked down and seemed to be laughing at his work. As he looked up into ring, Teej himself couldn't believe what he saw- that was as the man reached and grabbed hold of the bandanna and ripped it off- the crowd let off another EMPHATIC pop for who was beneath it..
Alex Smith: SON OF A.. THAT'S THEO VEGA! BARREL'S RUNNING BUDDY! THEO VEGA IS BEHIND THE ASSAULTS!
Theo fired off a hearty laugh as he threw up the Captial Crew's double C hang gesture as the crowd reacted..
"CAPITAL CREW!"
"CAPITAL CREW!"
Alex Smith: Why are they cheering for these men!? They're cancer! They're out to HARM MSW!
Alex Bradford: ... I.. don't know...
Theo <on the outside the ring> pointed his finger to TJ, which meant he should turn around- all as the official pointed down at Theo on the outside and then to the back, effectively kicking The Sin City Slicer out of ringside! Theo held his hands up in innocent form as he put on last kick into Logan Brock's unconscious body and backed up the stage.. this was as Teej closed his eyes tight and did so, all as Barrel fired forward and DRILLED Bryce with a freakin' big boot that Teej's grandchildren would feel. As Teej hit the mat, Barrel looked down at Duke Andrews who was grasping his head in his hands and slowly took down the straps of his tanktop- all as he pointed down at Duke and then up to the rafters-
Alex Bradford: I think Duke Andrews' night is about to get a HELL of a lot worse..
Barrel stood over Duke and reached down to grab him- but Duke was either playing possum or was acting out of pure instinct as when Barrel went to stand him up, Duke wrapped his right leg over the back of Barrel's head and threw his left over his foot- all as he trapped Barrel's right arm..
Alex Smith: COMATOSED! COMATOSED! DUKE ANDREWS' TRIANGLE CHOKE IS IN EFFECT! ON MY!
The crowd was split in their cheers of the Capital Crew and for Duke Andrews as Andrews tried to choke the life out of Barrel's body. The big man tried to get free but it didn't seem to be working as he dropped down to a knee in the process.. slowly losing energy, Barrel was attempting to lock his hands to try some sort of last ditch effort escape.. and was able to do. With another roar of pain, Barrel- using EVERYTHING he had left in the tank picked Duke Andrews up in the air WHILE still in the choke and managed to slam Duke- Rampage Jackson on Ricardo Arona style- with a powerbomb!
Alex Bradford: JESUS, WHERE DID HE GET THAT FROM!?
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
Duke threw a right hand into the air as he was slammed to express whatever life that may of been left in his body leaving.. that was as Barrel once again was on a knee trying to shake off the cob-webs. Teej had used the ropes to pull himself up and was resting all of his weight in the turnbuckle- he noticed the opening that was provided.. all as he leaned forward and let off a half-cocked grin..
Alex Bradford: Wait a minute.. wait a minute.. Teej.. IS IT DIRECT DEPOSIT TIME!?
Alex Smith: Oh.. REALLY?!
Teej was feeling it- the boot he ate may of knocked a few teeth from his mouth but he was looking to put an end to it. Teej sprinted forward and looked for that punt to the head, but Barrel managed to roll to the side before Bryce connected- as Teej corrected himself, he turned and an almost dead looking Duke Andrews who was working more off of instinct and adrenaline by now had managed to shuffle to the side and planted his right foot across of TJ's jaw..
Alex Smith: THE 30.06!
As Bryce's legs turned to spaghetti beneath him, Duke quickly searched for Barrel who kicked him in his stomach and threw his arm over his head, Barrel didn't wait to lift Duke into the air and with Duke's heels facing the rafters- Barrel let Duke fall headfirst to the mat with the Steel Screwdriver..
Alex Bradford: DAMMIT!
Duke's head met the mat as he rolled off to the side, Barrel managed to throw his weight on the fallen TJ Bryce as the ref dropped..
Alex Smith: IS THIS IT?!
Bradford: T-ZONE!? LENNY?! TEEEEEEEEEEEEEJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ?!
Gavin Gray: "YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.. PURE 15 CHAMPION....... BAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"
Rolling off of TJ Bryce, Barrel got to his feet as the official handed him the PURE 15 Championship- grabbing it from him, Barrel threw it into the air as "Shook Ones Pt 1" begun to echo through the arena. Joining him in the ring we see Theo Vega who embraced his Capital Crew buddy with a hug as they "C'd" each other..
Alex Smith: What a battle.. What a battle..
Alex Bradford: .. Teej...
Vega stood above Duke Andrews and shouted obscenities down at him, as Barrel wore a smile across his face.. the Capital Crew did in fact grow tonight as Frankie and Barrel hinted at earlier in the week.. and they also added gold to their ranks. With Barrel and Theo enjoying the moment, TJ rolled out of the ring as Theo pointed down at Duke, both men shared a laugh at his expense as the camera faded.
Bautch/Harris segment
Now cutting to the back we see Lebroc Harris as the Hardcore Champion after he ended up making The Parakeet tap out several days prior. Having just arrived at the arena with his bag he heads towards his locker room when he hears someone yelling at him down the hallway.
Bob E. Bautch: HEY YOU, YOU PUNK!
Bautch was making his on screen debut at WAR; right now as he briskly walked down the hallway, his jeans way too tight and constrictive, cutting off blood flow to his legs if not his brain.
Lebroc Harris: Who are you, little insecure man?
Bob E. Bautch: HEY! EVERYONE KNOWS I SHOULDN BE THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP RIGHT NOW, NOTCHU! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN TAKE WHAT'S MINE YOU DUCK!
Lebroc Harris: Duck? What are you even talking about?
Bob E. Bautch: YOU'RE A DUCK! YOU'RE DUCKING ME, THAT MAKES YOU A DUCK!
Bautch definitely didn't appear to be in his right frame of mind but regardless he was going to try to take what he thought was his. Bautch nearly reaches the end of the hallway as a door swings open and a banana peel is tossed outside the door, causing Bautch to slip and fall on his back. His head whips back onto the concrete knocking him out cold as BoNzO steps out, honking a horn in his face. Lebroc has a hearty laugh at this before BoNzO turns his attention to him, causing him to break off into a sprint, quickly disappearing before BoNzO has the chance to catch up.
Brolympics Part I - Shotgun and Das Boot: Jay B vs IC4
HAHAHA!
Shades of Destruction vs Evil Shades
“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: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! 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!
Bradford: This is it, Shademageddon!
Smith: This was a day I thought I'd never see.
Bradford: Me neither! We have The Shades, Red and Purple and we have the usurpers, The Shades of Destruction. If you ask me the Queen Shade is manipulating Green and Yellow, turning them against Red, Purple, and Blue
Smith: Well this Queen Shade appears to be the mother of all Shades, or at least she thinks she is. She believes Blue has become incompetent and she intends to take his place.
Bradford: What they should be doing is combining their forces and dominate! This Shade on Shade violence does nothing to help their cause.
Smith: You do realize that they want to destroy MSW... right?
Bradford: They're misunderstood Smith. And should that day ever come then I for one would gladly welcome our new Shade Overloads.
Smith: You're hopeless.
"Run of Show" hits the speakers. The arena lights start flashing in red and purple, as Red and Purple Shade skip their way to the entrance ramp. Both Shades have wide smiles on their faces. Red Shade raises his hand in the air with his index finger extended, while Purple Shade puts his thumb up and thrusts his arm in front of him. The two of them skip their way down the ramp and slide into the ring, both Shades getting onto different turnbuckles to do their signature taunts. Out of the air, Blue Shade descends down to the ring, his cape spread
Gavin Grey: And his opponents, making their way to the ring, accompanied by the Blue Shade weighing in at a combined weight of...
Gavin Grey trails off, unable to read the rest of the index card.
Gavin Grey: … They are the Evil Shades!
Red, Yellow, Green, and Purple immediately darted for one another, the bigger Shades (Yellow an Green) having the advantage over the others. Purple and Red are tossed around like rag dolls as Blue throws some popcorn in the ring as a protest. The Queen Shade quickly runs over to chase Blue but Blue instead gets into her face and starts arguing. This quickly turns into a shoving contest as Green and Yellow halt their assault and begin to walk over to the side of the ring.
Smith: This match has already devolved into chaos as per usual, Mike Maddix just seems to expect it anymore.
Bradford: He's just letting them go at it Smith! This is a battle for supremacy and as a mere mortal he doesn't have the right to interfere!
Smith: Bradford, you're one of those “mere mortals” they talk about.
Bradford: I am an advocate! I respect what they bring to the industry. Almost every single time they step between those ropes the world witnesses another wrestling miracle! How could you not get behind that?
Smith: Every single time we have this discussion and every time you keep finding an excuse. Flashpaper, purple sand does not a miracle make. It's an old school trick to try and skirt the rules.
As Yellow and Green were distracted Red and Purple both had their backs turned as they reached into their trunks, grabbing their tricks of the trade. As Yellow and Green turn their attention back to the ring at the Queen's command Purple blows his purple sand into Green's face as Red launches a fireball at Yellow! Yellow and Green stagger backwards as Red and Purple go to run off the ropes as suddenly the light cuts out.
Smith: Did the power go out?
Bradford: Clearly it is the will of The Shades! This ring not enough to contain Men Among Gods!
Smith: This is ridiculous, not ever single thing that happens in a Shades match can be pointed to some mythological phenomena that quite certainly do not exist.
“Wasted” by Def Leppard hits the PA system as a Gold and Brown spotlight shine directly in the center of the ring. The four Shades look on amazement as a Gold and a Brown Shade stand within the spotlights. As the lights flicker back on Green and Red look outside the ring as The Queen and Blue Shades are laying unconscious on the outside.
Bradford: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU SO! The Wasted Shades are here! I thought they were a myth!
Smith: You got to be kidding me...
Bradford: No, I'm 100% serious! According to the history as according to the Realm of The Shades, Gold and Brown are bound to neither Blue nor Pink as they exist outside the RYBGPrlP Spectrum.
Smith: ...WHAT?
Bradford: Red, Yellow, Blue, Green Purple, Pink Spectrum! Come on Smith, you're supposed to know this!
Smith: I'm sorry, my job is to call wrestling not study mythology. Still, what exactly are these two doing here?
The Wasted Shades each grab a member of the opposite shades and whips them into one another before accomplishing a double somersault onto them. Green and Purple roll out of the ring as Red and Yellow are dragged to the center of the ring. Gold and Brown quickly pull out a pair of elbow pads, slipping them on only to throw them off in spectacular fashion. Gold and Brown run off opposing ropes hopping over their fallen cousins as they rebound off those ropes as well. They stop in the middle of the ring before dropping their elbows down in unison. Blue makes his way into the ring as he tries to stand up for his compatriots only to be hit by the Shade n Shower (Legsweep (Brown) / jumping European uppercut (Gold) combination). The Queen Shade is next to enter the ring, clapping like she was impressed but only manages to suffer the same fate as she too is hit with the Shade n Shower before she could even entertain the idea of trying to recruit them into her camp. The lights go out and then back on as abruptly as they cut out. Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, Purple, and Pink laid unconscious. The referee has thrown this match out.
Winners: No Contest
Drew Stevenson vs Wolf Parker
Before the match, the camera cuts over and front row we see Danny Stevenson sitting and he waves to the camera with the crowd giving a cheerful reaction as he’s there to support his nephew, Drew Stevenson tonight.
Gavin Grey: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the first ever Missouri State Wrestling CAAAGGGEEE MAATTCHH! The only way to win is to escape the cage either through the door or over the top. Both feet MUST touch the floor. If Drew Stevenson wins, he will be allowed back into the arena for his matches and the protective order WILL be lifted. If Wolf Parker wins, Drew Stevenson must continue to wrestle in the parking lot, and serve the remainder of his order for the full Seven Years and he gives up any and ALL opportunities to compete for MSW Championships.
The lights flicker and the cage is lowered slowly over the ring and the crowd was red hot.
The first ever steel cage in MSW history and it was between two men that just could not stand each other. Once the cage is down “Indestructible” by Disturbed hits the speakers and the crowd erupts but it’s with mixed views.
Smith: If we were back in Missouri this crowd would be on fire right now but I can’t stay that I blame them! It was about one year ago when I sat in this very spot in this very arena, Bradford, when Drew Stevenson won the Golden Gate championship after breaking Frank Washington’s leg over that ring post and since then up until recently, he was rubbing it in everybody’s face any chance he got. It wasn’t until he lost everything from his truck to his coveted Emerald Academy that was a staple for Missouri State Wrestling for a long time and it has also been home for stars like Scotty Addams, Bobby Langford, Steven Marion and Noah Adelaide! Drew has adopted a much more humble attitude and has been wrestling outside in the parking lot at every Unstoppable for the past three months!
Bradford: For once I can agree with you, Smith, because these people are better than Drew! He doesn’t deserve any of their admiration so he’s lucky so many people have forgiven him! The smart ones of course haven’t after he broke Frank’s leg!
Smith: Well it has also seemed recently that Frank Washington may have forgiven Drew as well. And as we well know of the incident that took place here about a year ago that's taken so long for forgiveness. Of course he didn’t actually say the words but the two seem to be.. Peaceful.. For lack of a better term, with each other. I don’t expect Frank to back Drew in his fight but one piece at a time it seems Drew is putting things back together. Well here comes Drew Stevenson now, Bradford, and he’s got nothing but a strong look of determination on his face here tonight!
Gavin: And now making his way to the ring, from Kansas City Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and fifty punds… DREEEEWWW STTTEEVEENNNSOOONN!
Drew gives some points and nods to the fans ringside that are cheering for him but he keeps his eyes locked in on that cage. He approaches it and stands at ringside right in front of the cage. Drew eyes it up and down and even grabs onto the cage and yanks at it a bit, ensuring that it is sturdy. He takes a deep breath and goes up the steps and through the open door to step inside of the steel cage. Drew looked more determined than ever. Then “Pandora’s Box” by Nonpoint hit the speakers and another mixed reaction hit the speakers.
Wolf comes down the ramp, slightly hunched just twirling his wet hair with a sinister smile and keeping his eyes locked on Drew who stands opposite of the entrance inside the cage. Wolf also stops at the cage and laughs, just staring down Drew and the cage and then starts to walk around it. The fans at ringside are going nuts as Wolf slowly circles around and Drew keeps his eyes on him at all times. Wolf has circled back around to the ramp and pulls at the cage and laughs but instead of going through the door, Wolf decides to climb up the cage. Sitting at the top he stares down into Drew who just ushers him to come and get some. Wolf slowly slides down the cage and hops off the top rope to the ring and they stare down.
Smith: Well both men are in the ring but there’s no referee! How are we going to conduct an official bout?!
Then “Money (Instrumental)” by Pink Floyd hits the speakers. This crowd is going to be divided all night.
IC3: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you the official for this evening’s bout! BILLY VEGAS!
Smith: Oh give me a damn break! It’s that crooked First Class referee that we haven’t seen since Chris Williams knocked him senseless!
Bradford: YES! THE BEST REFEREE FOR THE JOB! WELCOME BACK BILLY! Best man for the job right here! GO Billy! It's your birthday! Go Billy! It's your birthday!
Smith: Well this just got interesting for Drew!
Billy Vegas comes down to the ring with a light jog and closes the cage door from the outside and calls for the bell.
And we’re underway as Wolf and Drew waste no time rushing to the middle of the ring to slug it out. Just rapid fire punches from both men not slowing down until Wolf catches Drew by surprise with a knee to the groin that stops Drew almost instantly. Wolf grabs Drew by the head and viciously and forcefully THROWS Drew face first into the side of the steel cage. His skull bounces off the unforgiving steel and when he comes back down to earth, Wolf does it again to the other side, throwing Drew into the cage face first! Drew bounces off and lands on his back and a little bit of blood starts to fall from his head but not too bad. Wolf bends down to lift Drew to his feet but Drew grabs Wolf and rolls him up with a small package pin, but knowing there are no pins, Drew lets go and rolls over Wolf’s legs but holding onto his head and brings Wolf up to his feet and into the air with a stalling suplex. Drew takes a few steps back bouncing Wolf’s back into the cage, quickly spins and drops Wolf with a brainbuster. Wolf doesn’t look to be moving right now and Drew heads over to the cage door in an attempt to escape but when we gets there, Billy Vegas who has the key to the door walks away.
Smith: These two are going at it right now with no love lost at all! We knew we would be getting a fight tonight and that’s exactly what they’re bringing to the table and we’ve already got blood! Right now it looks like Drew is in control but he’s already bleeding from those shots that Wolf Parker delivered, throwing Drew face first into the cage!
Bradford: Give him an excuse to get plastic surgery again. It’s pretty simple though, Smith. Drew has earned every bit of this. Everything he did, especially from this arena in particular, he earned every bit of punishment that Wolf Parker is giving him! Not to mention Wolf has been on nothing short of a roll since making his debut and he’s making Drew feel the pain that he’s caused to others. This is retribution, Smith! Wolf is a man of the people! They're just too dumb to realize it yet.
Smith: Well I don’t know if I would really go that far, or say that at all. Wolf has done nothing but attack Drew left and right. Even if he doesn’t like the way Drew has acted in the past, I sure as hell know that I don’t, but that doesn’t mean that you go stalking the man and jumping him from behind at every chance you get! I’m hoping maybe that brainbuster just knocked some sense into that psychopath.
Bradford: That’s slander, Smith. Mister Varano should sue you for that.
Smith: Whatever you say, Bradford, but enough is enough! Now Billy Vegas, who was the specially appointed First Class official to this match by IC3 has chose to “argue” with a fan instead of paying attention to the match! Drew is right there at the door! Open the damn thing!
Bradford: These fans are annoying, Smith. They really like to pester you when you’re out there. Vegas is just giving them a what for! GREAT REFFING BILLY!
Drew can’t believe it and neither can his fans. Billy Vegas is actually arguing with a fan instead of opening the cage door. Drew gives it up and walks back over to Wolf and that’s when Billy Vegas turns back to the cage door. Drew is picking Wolf up but is stopped in his tracks with a nasty head butt by Wolf. Drew staggers and is caught with another and another breaking open that wound on his head even more with a stream of blood running down his face and over his nose. Drew’s had enough and gives Wolf a european uppercut that knocks him staggering back into a corner. Drew comes rushing in with another uppercut and then climbs to the middle rope using the cage to stabilize himself and the ten punch begins. Drew doesn’t get very far because Wolf is able to grab him by the legs and run out of the corner, holding Drew up for a powerbomb. But instead of powerbombing Drew right away, Wolf goes for one of his trademarks with a Buckle Bomb. Drew hits the corner with authority and sits there for a moment.
Smith: And Wolf Parker is back in control ladies and gentlemen. That buckle bomb looks like it could have done some damage as Wolf Parker has taken control of the match from Drew Stevenson. But Drew doesn’t look down and out yet and those uppercuts may have done some damage needed to Wolf to buy himself some time to get back into this.
Bradford: Don’t be so sure, Smith. He’s bleeding worse than before and Wolf has been ready for this and he WARNED Drew about this. He told him that this was going to happen and gave him a chance to be ready. But Drew decided to spend his time throwing puzzle pieces into a fire and playing Mike Tyson’s Punch Out instead of getting ready for this match. Everything Drew gets right now he has brought it all on himself!
Smith: Be that as it may, we know that Drew is a warrior, like him or hate him. He’s not going to give up or be counted out of a match until his dying breath! Wolf may very well be one of his toughest opponents to date, but Drew has so much more riding on this than Wolf does. If Drew wants to get back into this arena and have that order lifted, he has to win this. And that’s why I think Billy Vegas is out here and why he didn’t open the door earlier. IC3 is doing everything in his power to keep Drew away!
Bradford: So much slander tonight, Smith! IC3 is a good man, a great man! He’s letting Drew get off with just a warning after getting into the arena two weeks ago at Unstoppable, and he’s letting him wrestle in the Golden Gate Arena tonight! That fan was badgering the poor referee and Billy Vegas had to do something about it! You’re so hard headed sometimes, Smith! Get it together!
Wolf keeps his eyes locked in on Drew but Drew isn’t done. He comes running out of the corner and chop clocks at the front of Wolf’s leg causing him to fall forward. Drew grabs Wolf by his long hair and brings him to his feet and Drew now throws Wolf into the cage face first. Wolf bounces off and Drew tosses him into the other side and Wolf bounces off. Drew now points towards the side that most are more familiar with seeing the commentary table position in other places. The crowd pops and Drew throws Wolf into the cage again. Now he holds Wolf and points to the ramp where the crowd cheers. Drew looks to throw Wolf into the cage again but Wolf counters, spinning Drew around and with the momentum they had and Drew hit the cage with his back and upon coming down he’s caught with a code breaker type of a single knee to the jaw. Drew pops up in a daze and Wolf clocks him right in the jaw with an elbow. Drew falls into the ropes, his arms tangled in them and Wolf laughs. He blows Drew a kiss and uses his body to climb up instead of the ropes to add insult to injury and Wolf starts to climb the cage. Drew looks pissed and is shaking frantically and able to get his arms loose. Wolf is nearly to the top after taking his time. Drew backs up and with a running start rushes up the cage and grabs hold of Wolf and prys him off of the cage and both men go falling down and a huge and sick >THUD< from a huge release German Suplex from the cage. Drew has landed on his back, Wolf on his gut and neither man moves.
Smith: HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT! Would you listen to the crowd?! They’re on fire after that huge death defying move by Drew Stevenson! Neither man is moving and the arena just exploded!
Bradford: I.. I’m lost for words right now. Wolf Parker nearly had that but he took just too much time, and Drew is not giving up. After that huge German Suplex, I have to give the man some credit and these fans are too. He’s not giving up but there’s no way that’s going to be enough to keep Wolf down! All he needs to do is get over to that door and it’s all over!
Smith: It just goes to show you how much this company means to him. Drew gave up his reins as talent relations to compete with the talent he has helped develop so much in the past, to help them improve and to improve himself as well! It looked like it may have been over with his arms in those ropes but that German Suplex says it all! Pure self sacrifice to take out the enemy with your MSW future on the line! Pure heart!
Bradford: He may have heart, but Wolf eats hearts for breakfast, Smith! The more Drew gives, the stronger he’s making Wolf Parker! LET’S GO WOLFY! OW OW OWWWWW!
The roof exploded was right. Both guys are barely moving but they still are-- somehow. Using the ropes to get to their feet The blood has continued to pour from Drew’s head and his face is covered in it.
Drew’s face is completely covered in red and Wolf bleeds from the mouth but still smiles. His teeth just red from blood and he spits some out. He and Drew come face to and slowly trade punches back and forth.
Drew had effectively won over this crowd tonight by fighting this battle for them and for MSW. Drew had Wolf barely on his feet with that last punch. Drew ducks Wolf’’s next punch and grabs hold of his head and takes Wolf’s head and GRINDS his face into the steel cage until Wolf’s head rips open and the blood pours. Wolf on his feet still trying to collect himself and his back is turned to Drew. Drew brings one arm around the side of Wolf’s neck and brings his other arm up and around Wolf’s arm, trapping it in an upward position and Drew locks his hands and drops to his back and rolls to his side with The Gem locked in, which is similar to that of the Tazmission. The blood still runs from Drew but Wolf’s face is turning red and the blood just pulses from his head until he passes out. Drew holds it on for another second to ensure the hold is released and it does. Blood stains the mat and Drew gets to his feet, still groggy. Drew stumbles over to the door and Vegas puts his hands up and steps back from the door, again, refusing to open it.
Drew flips the bird to Billy Vegas who’s face gets red. The crowd cheers and laughs and Drew starts to climb the cage. As Drew is climbing the crowd gets real hot and we see First Class charging down to the ring. Delsin Oswald, IC4, The Skylarks are the ones run in. Now Billy Vegas opens the door and First Class flood into the ring and Delsin Oswald starts to climb the cage after Drew and knocks him off of the cage. Then the crowd gives a huge pop and a familiar face starts to dart down the ramp.
Smith: THATS SCOTTY ADDAMS! HE HASN’T BEEN BACK SINCE OUR RETURN! SCOTTY IS BACK TO STOP FIRST CLASS!
Bradford: WHAT’S HE DOING HERE?! This is none of his business! ARREST THAT MAN DAMNIT! ARREST HIM! WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY TONIGHT?!
Smith: Of course it is! Scotty got beat down three months ago by First Class when he and Tommy Montana went at it for the MSW Championship. He’s Drew’s best friend and he’s here to stop First Class and their bullshit! GO SCOTTY!
Scotty jumps up onto the cage and climbs it as fast as he can and at the top he stands, and yells down to First Class. They all look up and Scotty leaps off, the cage, the camera’s flashing and he lands across all of them taking them down. Scotty gets up and yells out to the crowd as they cheer loudly, you can barely hear yourself! Scotty is in the ring helping up Drew who pats Scotty on the chest and starts heading over to the open cage door because he can barely stand but Billy Vegas slams it shut real fast and locks it back up. Scotty kicks at it but to no avail. Billy Vegas looks happy with his handy work but then the crowd erupts even more and out of nowhere Billy Vegas is spun around and BIONIC ELBOW! Billy Vegas is down because DANNY STEVENSON knocked him the hell out!
Smith: HOLY CRAP! THAT’S DANNY STEVENSON! DANNY STEVENSON HAD ENOUGH AND HE JUMPED THAT RAIL AND JUST GAVE ONE HELL OF A BIONIC ELBOW TO BILLY VEGAS! UNLOCK THE CAGE, DANNY! YES, UNLOCK THE CAGE!
Bradford: He’s just a fan! He needs to be arrested, damnit! SECURITY! For crying out loud! He gave up his right to do anything physical in MSW the moment he gave control to IC3! Security get his wrinkly old ass out of here!
Sure enough, Danny Stevenson takes the key from Billy Vegas, Drew and Scotty have big smiles and Danny unlocks the cage and takes the chain off the door to open it. Drew Stevenson’s face is not even recognizable by the blood at this point and he slides out of the ring. Another referee from the back comes charging down as Drew Stevenson’s feet hit the ground and he calls for the bell.
Winner: Drew Stevenson
Drew and Scotty and Danny raise their hands but the celebration is short lived because First Class is back up, with Wolf now, and attacking both guys from behind. Drew and Scotty are trying to fight back but Drew barely has anything left in him to fight so it’s pretty much Scotty fighting this on his own and the numbers just seem to be too much for him to fight off… then Re-Education (Through Labor) hits and the crowd erupts even more!
Smith: No way.. Could it be?! Is he here tonight?! And if he is, why?! YES! YES! HE’S HERE, BRADFORD! FRANK WASHINGTON IS HERE!
Bradford: Is this just a free for all or something?! This is supposed to be a 1 on 1 cage match! Danny Stevenson doesn’t belong here and neither does Scotty Addams or Frank Washington! Arrest those men! None of them belong here damnit!
Smith: I disagree, Bradford! They more than belong here! But the question is WHY is Frank here?! Well, he’s headed down to the ring so I guess we’re going to find out!
Frank started with a fast walk that turned into a jog and he rushed down to the ring. The Skylarks try to stop him but a couple of good hits take them down. Then Frank stands with Scotty, Drew and Danny, standing off with IC4, Wolf Parker and Delsin Oswald who slowly back away with plenty of trash talk from all sides. The doctors finally rush down to help Drew and start to clean him up.
Bradford: They still have the clear numbers advantage here! Something doesn’t seem right that they’re just backing off! YOU’RE FIRST CLASS, DAMNIT! TAKE THEM OUT WITH CLASS!
Smith: Don’t you realize what this is, Bradford?! It’s the Joker’s Wild! THEY’RE BACK TOGETHER! If for only one night only, THE JOKER’S WILD ARE BACK TOGETHER! Folks, I can barely contain myself with all of this action tonight! But next up is the next chapter of the Brolympic games!
Bradford: That’s probaby why IC4 didn’t want to get himself hurt! He needs to beat that Jersey Shore wannabe Jay B senseless! BROLYMPICS! WOOOOOO!
Brolympics Part II - Woo The Ladies and Dizzy Dance Off: Jay B vs IC4
Following the energetic end to the Steel Cage match the camera cuts backstage to the Brolympic Games. Earlier in the night IC4 and Jay B consumed a tremendous amount of beer between shotgunning and then the world famous Beer Boot. A group of very lucky ladies looking to party and have a good time were gathered, as were The Skylarks for moral support.
IC4: You ready for the next one Jay Bro?!
Jay B: You know I am bro.
Both men appeared to be buzzed to say the least. IC4 looked like he was having a great time as his eyes wondered around to each of the ladies. Jay B was definitely in the zone with that contagious smile, this certainly wasn't the Party Rocker's first rodeo either and he too couldn't help but appreciate all the lovely hos that came for a party!
Jay B: So who goes first bro?
IC4: I'll go bro. Someone's gotta set that bar!
IC4 strutted over with a bit of swagger in his step or at least he thought he did. In reality he was nearly losing his balance had almost fell flat on his face after getting snared on his own two feet. Jay B chuckled, the Skylarks could have been standing on eggshells with how cautiously they looked on, hoping that their hero wouldn't embarrass himself in front of everyone. The ladies didn't care though, each one studiously looking at IC4. He may have been dumber than a box of rocks but he had one hell of a physique. He began to flex and pose for the ladies making small talk and what not, general bro things.
Bradford: IC4 already won this! I mean look at those abs Smith!
Smith: IC4 does manage to stay in shape, that can't be denied.
Bradford: It's one of the few things he's good at. Drinking, partying, gym; that's it. I know Mr. Cornelius doesn't approve but let's be honest, this sells! He should find a way to monetize this.
Smith: Can't the Brolympics just be about friendly competition and just having fun?
Bradford: Winning is fun.
Smith: Right now I think the ladies are ahead on the score sheet then; at least as far as I can tell.
Bradford: They got free VIP passes; I would hope so!
Jay B not to be outdone manages to walk on over to the ladies next, fist pumping all the way. The ladies begin to join him much to IC4's shock. They begin trying to outdo one another with their various moves but ultimately it leads to a stalemate. Jay B and IC4 even try to see who can get the most ladies to accompany them to the baseball bats that the Skylarks were holding onto. IC4 managed to snag 3 while Jay B got 4. IC4 would have had 4 as well but one of the ladies ended up puking, having had just a little too much to drink before hand. Each man grabs a bat and presses their foreheads against it as they begin to spin around and around. Faster and faster until the Skylarks, each holding a stopwatch signals them to stop. Jay B and IC4 sprint to a ribbon 20ft away for the designated spot for the dance off. IC4 stumbles mightly and he falls flat on his face. Jay B manages to make it to the ribbon and begins to dance, going for the electric slide face first as he loses his footing. IC4 manages to get up and runs to the ribbon he busts out a classic known only as The Carlton. The ladies oooh and aaaah at it as he seems to finally find his groove before he too slips and falls on his back as he loses his balance once again.
Bradford: Is there anything in the rulebook for this?
Smith: Well technically speaking Jay B did woo the most women by one but it looks like neither man was able to keep their balance for the dance off for more than a few seconds. Ultimately this is a popularity contest and in which case... you know I don't even know. I've been in the wrestling business for over 40 years and I've never called a Brolympics in my life. We'll be back in just a few short moments.
Hardcore Championship
2!
3!
NEW Hardcore Champion: Chris Orton (4)
Smith: Orton is on a roll in the hardcore division! He's now tied for the second most reigns!
Bradford: Lebroc sure rolled after being hit by that go-kart!
Chris Orton holds the title up high in the air.
Chris Orton: I AM BAD GUY! I AM BADDEST BAD GUY!
Chris Orton straps the belt to the front of his kart, going back on it as he takes a victory lap around the parking lot as MSW cuts back to ringside.
Frank Debauchee vs Tevolo
"LOVE IS LIKE A BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB"
"BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB"
"BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB"
"LOVE IS LIKE A BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB-BOMB"
"LIKE A WHAT?"
"BOMB-BOMB-BOMB"
The HEAVY 80's rift of Def Leppard kicked into gear as the bell sounded in the background, but it was barely heard. As soon as the vocal kicked in, we saw Frank Debauchee move through the curtain with that strut of his. Debauchee looked as cocky as ever as Lainey Rae followed behind him. The robe he rocked for the evening was purple with silver letting reading "MR. SMEXY" across the back as he flicked his hand forward, toward the front row fans.
Gavin Grey: "INTRODUCING FIRST.. ACCOMPANIED BY LAINNNNNNEYYYYY RAEEEEEEEEEEE.. FROM THE LAND OF SMEXY.. WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX POUNDS.. FRAAAAAANKKKKKKKKKK DDDDDDDDEEEBAAUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
On cue, Frank spun three-hundred and sixty degrees with his arms extended out as his theme pulsated at a ridiculously loud level.
Smith: This is one match we can assure.. we will not be seeing pin falls and hold traded.
Bradford: Nope, this is going to be a fight Smith and I agree with Frank, he's in Tevolo's head. He's beat Tevolo on one approach, now it's time to finish the job.
Smith: I wouldn't say Debauchee beat Tevolo psychologically, if anything I'd say Frank lit a fire in Tevolo that may not be able to be extinguished.
Bradford: He's a savage! It's something he admitted! Frank Debauchee has the face of a superstar.. all as Tevolo looks like he belongs pounding taro and making mats like those Hawaiians do!
Smith: .. I hope he heard that, because with how he's been recently.. that's the last man I'd want to agitate.
As Frank threatened to smack a fan across the mouth and take his mother AND wife out on a date, Lainey managed to get in front of Frank and elegantly climbed the stairs- all as she sat on the middle rope for Debauchee. Frank licked at his index and thumb and used that to comb his most prized possession- his mustache- as he slowly climbed the stairs and stepped into the ring. Doing so, he stepped into the ring and did another spin as he extended his arms out cueing a spotight to beam down onto him as he basked in the boos and jeers.
Bradford: What a sight. If I was a woman, I'd definitely want Frank Debauchee.
Smith: .. that's.. weird, but OK.
Bradford: What!? How could a woman NOT be attracted to'em! Frank Debauchee is a man's man!
With his back to Lainey, she slowly moved behind him and removed the robe and folded it over her forearm as the lights cut back on- and of course, another round of games by Frank was played as his long tights was air-brushed for the match. Across the front was "I OWN YOU" and across the backside was a picture of Tevolo.
Smith: Disgusting.
Bradford: HA! That's where he belongs! On Frank's butt!
As Frank nodded and grinned at his tights, it got a rise out of the fans as he wanted.. but the glory wouldn't last long. The lights in the arena cut TOTALLY as the arena was PITCH BLACK.
Smith: .. here.. we.. go.
A low but heavy bass line echoed through the arena, vibrating the seats and even the ring.
"LOCK AND LOAD.. LOCK AND LOAD"
A red spotlight beamed down on the top of the entrance way as the black curtain parted and moving through it we saw Tevolo.. and it was quite a sight.
Bradford: Smith.. What the hell is this? It's giving me the chills! Why did it get so cold in here all of a sudden!?
Smith: Debauchee wanted a savage.. and Tevolo looks prime to give him one.
The track currently playing was called "Nightmares" by The Game, all as Tevolo had a black vest wiith a hood pulled over his head- but it was enough to see that war paint he had on his face. With a slow walk, the usual upbeat Tevolo was gone- in his place was what he said he'd show up as.. a monster. As he moved toward the stairs, he leaned forward and braced his hands on it as he allowed himself to fall forward and then pushed himself back up and sprinted up the stairs, on the apron, he hopped over the top rope and backed himself into the corner. Jumping onto the second rope as he faced Frank, Tevolo ripped the hood off of his head showing the paint across his face as he had his tongue pointing out of his mouth like you'd had seen in ancient Polynesian warriors.
Smith: .. I don't.. know what to say other than.. I would not want to be Frank Debauchee right now.
Bradford: This isn't human, he's a savage! He should be banned!
The lights kicked back onto life as Tevolo tore the vest off and let it fall to the ground, he hopped off of the ropes and squatted down as he stared across the ring at Frank who looked emotionless.
"TEVOLO'S GONNA KILL YOU!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"TEVOLO'S GONNA KILL YOU!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
Frank brushed at the tip of his nose with his thumb as he let his pecs dance, as the official got the nod from both men- he called for the bell all as Frank stuck his right hand up and called for Tevolo while shouting it..
"BRING IT TIVO!"
Tevolo wasted NO time and sprinted forward- Frank quickly ducked beneath the ropes and pointed at Tevolo in the process while calling for the official
Smith: C'MON!
"FRANK'S A PUSSY!" stomp- stomp
"FRANK'S A PUSSY!" stomp- stomp
Tevolo backed up with a grin across his face as Debauchee got out from the ropes and moved around the ring, circling Tevolo in the process. Feigning a stemp, Tevolo jumped forward as Debauchee ducked and rolled out of the ring and moved to the barricade, leaning against it and flicked some sweat in Tevolo's direction.
Smith: Is he going to avoid Tevolo the whole match?!
Bradford: He's gaining a psychological edge!
Frank pointed at Tevolo and laughed, all as he moved forward but Tevolo did the same- Frank shouted up at the ref to get control of the "savage" as the official pushed Tevolo back, allowing Frank a chance to get into the ring. Tevolo gave Frank a dose of his own medicine and feigned a step forward, Frank rolled backwards and turned his back to the ring as he threw his arms up in the air towards the fans in the process- the fans boo'd.. but it wasn't for long as when Frank turned around- all he saw was two hundred and thirty pounds of pissed off Polynesian SOARING through the air and CRASHED on him!
Smith: DID YOU SEE THE HANGTIME?! AMAZING!
Both men hit the ground as Tevolo pulled off a flying crossbody, rolling though he quickly got to his feet and stood Frank up in the process- yanking Frank by his hair, Tevolo SLAMMED Frank's face into the barricade as Frank jumped backwards and grabbed at his nose in pain. Tevolo fired off a STIFF chop across of Frank's chest which sent him flying backwards and rolling into the ring, Tevolo followed but Frank managed to get to his feet and as Tevolo tried to grab hold of him- Frank threw a quick thumb to the eye as Tevolo dropped to a knee-
Bradford: Yes! What ring psychology by Debauchee!
Smith: All he did was throw an illegal thumb to the eye!
The crowd was absolutely HOT for this match, letting him hear it already. Frank would find the advantage with quick- but hard jabs pointed towards Tevolo's painted face- each shot connected on point, at the tip of Tevolo's jaw as his head snapped back each time. Tevolo- dazed from the shots, backed into the ropes as Frank stormed forward and connected with a clothesline that sent Tevolo over the ropes- but to Frank's surprise.. Tevolo landed on his feet.. and was smiling. As he pointed up towards Frank, Tevolo cupped his hands around his mouth and let off a..
.. before jumpiing up onto the apron and getting back into the ring. Frank clobbered Tevolo across the upper back but he kept charging forward. Tevolo managed to force Frank into the corner and connected with a few shoulder thrusts- Frank was a bit winded but once again reached into his bag of tricks and lifted a palm into Tevolo's throat after the shoulder thrust flurry.
Smith: C'MON REF!
Tevolo grabbed at his throat as Frank connected with another solid right hand, sending Tevolo's head snapping backwards. Frank backed up and used the ropes to spring forward, as he did so he put the toe of his boot against Tevolo's head, knocking him down to the mat. Quickly making the cover- Frank only received a two count before he purposely lifted Tevolo's head off the mat and broke the pin. The ref shouted at Frank all as Frank laughed and took top mount position- clutching Tevolo's hair- Frank shouted down at him-
"I OWN YOU! YOU'RE MY BITCH! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY BITCH!"
Firing down right hands, Frank's fist bounced off of Tevolo's skull as the crowd let off a round of boos for each punch that connected, all as Frank would eventually stand and nodded with arrogance.
Smith: This is a fight Bradford, each man is trying to gain a competitive edge.. But how do you treat someone like Tevolo who's in that state of mind?!
Bradford: Well Smith, I think Frank is putting together a pretty good showing. I don't see Tevolo cheering or I don't hear any smarky chants from the fans. All I see if Debauchee punking Tevolo out and beating him at his own hand-to-hand combat game!
Frank moved towards Tevolo who was to a knee and connected with a axe-handle smash across the back which sent Tevolo falling to the mat again. Frank backed up and jumped up onto the second rope- measuring Tevolo- the second he got up, Frank leaped forward and connected with ANOTHER axe-handle smash across the dome of Tevoio's head- sending The Young Gun back down onto the mat. Frank picked his spots- a stomp here.. a stomp there- all as he whipped Tevolo into the ropes- as he hit it, Frank looked for a backbody drop, but all he received was a kick to the chest which stood him up-
Smith: HERE WE GO!
Tevolo fired off a few right hands, forcing Debauchee into the ropes. Grabbing at Debauchee's wrist, Tevolo fired him into the ropes- hitting it himself, he looked for a clothesline but Debauchee ducked. As Debauchee hit the ropes- Tevolo jumped up onto the second rope and fired himself backwards with a 180- with another round of CRAZY elevation, he connected with a HUGE dropkick straight to the kisser as Debauchee dropped to the mat!
Smith: Tevolo showing that athleticism!
Bradford: OK.. OK.. That was pretty good- not great, but pretty good.
Smith: Give the kid his due! That was impressive!
Bradford: Five out of Ten.
Springing back to his feet as Debauchee rolled to the turnbuckle and used it to pull himself up, he had the palm of his hand pressed against his face in a daze as Tevolo pointed at Frank and pumped up the crowd's noise volume..
Smith: What's he going for here?!
In a full sprint- Tevolo leaped from about HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING.. SOARED.. AND..
Bradford: FRANK MOVED!
Looking for that corner splash- he missed as Frank yanked himself out of the corner at JUST the right moment- Tevolo went chest first into the top turnbuckle as he sprung backwards- the crowd let off a gasp as Frank kicked Tevolo in the gut upon spinning him around- Frank had Tevolo's head in place and looked for the finish..
Bradford: Frank's gonna put Tevolo down! He has him set up for the Debauchery!
But no! Tevolo managed to fight through and get loose- all as he turned around but once again fell victim to a quick shot to the midsection. Frank didn't go for the same move here- instead, he threw Tevolo's arm over his head and lifted him into the air. Letting Tevolo hang there- the blood rushed his head as showcasing that amazing strength of his, Debauchee removed one hand from the delayed suplex and licked his thumb, brushed his mustache as the crowd counted a loud the amount of seconds Tevolo was held upside down..
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
ELEVEN!
TWELVE!
THIRTEEN!
Before the crowd could reach fourteen, Frank kicked his leg out and PLANTED Tevolo into the mat with a brainbuster, floated over and made the cover..
TW- KICKOUT!
Tevolo lifted a shoulder as Frank threw his hands out and questioned the ref's call as Tevolo rolled over and tried to use the ropes to pick himself up but Frank pounced and fired off some kicks to Tevolo's exposed ribs as he had his hand on the rope- all perfectly placed shots. The ref shouted at Debauchee all as he waved the warning off and reached in and grabbed Tevolo but The Young Gun had fight left in him. Catching Frank with a rising European Uppercut, Frank was taken back by the shot as he jumped backwards- hitting the ropes and firing forward with momentum, Tevolo connected with ANOTHER! As Frank jumped in place from the impact and bounced off the mat to his feet, Tevolo hit him with a right- left- right chop- kick to the stomach with with his foot and backed into the ropes- firing forward and thus- dropped Debauchee with a loose looking bulldog!
Smith: The kid is back at it! His heart can't be questioned, he looks like a house on fire here!
Debauchee once again tried to get back to his feet but Tevolo was successful in shots across Debauchee's face- right after right- it took a toll on Mister February. As Debauchee was dazed in the turnbuckle, Tevolo backed up once again and standing across from Frank- Tevolo sprinted forward and this time took off a bit closer to Frank landing a HUGE bodysplash in the corner on him!
Smith: HANGTIME!
As Frank stumbled out of the corner from that weight hitting him from above, Tevolo wrapped his arm around Frank's head and with his side facing Frank's back, Tevolo yanked Debauchee down over his knee..
Smith: The Whiplash! TEVOLO IS ON A ROLL HERE, BRADFORD!
Bradford: Frank's got him just where he wants him! I know it!
Picking up Frank's legs, Tevolo went to place his right leg in and look for his submission- The Island Chain but Frank kicked Tevolo backwards.. as he did so, The Young Gun smashed the ref in the corner behind his weight. As Tevolo went to check on the ref- he noticed he was down and that gave Lainey the opportunity to reach into her jezebel bag of tricks and quickly slid a pair of brass knuckles into the ring across the mat, Frank grabbed them and put it over his right hand- all as he played possum!
Smith: WATCH OUT KID! WATCH OUT TEVOLO! HE'S GOT A FOREIGN OBJECT!
Bradford: SHUT IT SMITH! NO HE DOESN'T, FRANK JUST WENT TO GRAB HIS MOUTHGUARD!
The ref waved Tevolo off, assuring him he was OK which caused Tevolo to turn towards Frank- reaching down to grab him- Frank threw ANOTHER thumb to the eye causing Tevolo to jump backwards in pain and down onto a knee. As he stood up to try and find Frank, Frank got to his feet, winded up and DRILLED Tevolo across the side of the jaw with the brass knuckles as he tossed it over the top rope. Lainey caught it and slipped it into her top as Tevolo looked to be unconscious from the shot as Frank dropped down to a knee as well- winded from the match as the ref was attempting to pull himself together. As Frank pressed his palm against his lip where a cut had opened up, he took a deep breath.. not before Tevolo perked up- not to his feet, but rather with his back towards the mat. His arms held him up as he had his head tiled at a backward position (think Bray Wyatt's spiderwalk).
Bradford: Oh.. My.. What in the BLUE HELL.. IS THAT?!
Arching his back like he was possessed, Frank was in absolute.. disbelief. His eyes were wide- his mouth was open- if it could fall any further, it'd be on the mat. As Frank backed up, Tevolo crawled toward him, not too close but close enough to force Debauchee's back in the corner- quickly spinning around and being on all fours- Tevolo pounded the mat as Debauchee wording something sprung forward- Tevolo jumped up and hit the ropes as Debauchee turned around, Tevolo FIRED forward and connected with a HUGE spear that almost broke Frank in half!
Smith: FRANK DEBAUCHEE JUST GOT SMEARED! OH WOW WHAT IMPACT!
Hooking the leg after taking Frank down- the ref who was woozy but enough to get into position dropped to the mat..
TWO..
THR- NO!
Lainey Rae jumped up onto the ring apron and called out to the ref- of course using her assets to her advantage. The ref- completely bewildered by the redhead attempted to tell her to get down but she seductively called him forward with a wave of her index finger.. like an enchantress, she was successful. The ref moved toward her in a trance-like state, all as she sweet-talked him long enough to be able to kick the brass knuckles back into the ring towards Frank who JUST so happened to feel it reach his hand. With all he had left, he slipped it back onto his hand as he turned over onto his stomach- Tevolo was MAD with Lainey interrupting the pinfall- that was as he separated the ref from her and shouted in her direction-
Smith: WOULD YOU THROW HER OUT OF HERE!? SHE'S GETTING INVOLVED IN THE DAMN MATCH, DISQUALIFY DEBAUCHEE!
Bradford: SHE'S LOOKING OUT FOR THE BEST INTEREST OF HER MAN, SMITH! YOU'D KNOW IF YOUR WIFE LOVED YOU!
Lainey reached over and SMACKED the taste out of Tevolo's mouth- he grabbed his face and grinned in the process as Debauchee had got to his feet. Pointing at Lainey as he quickly snatched her by the hair- the fans sounded out..
"KNOCK HER OUT!"
"KNOCK HER OUT!"
Just as Tevolo was about to sock Lainey, he jetted forward, the ref this time managed move as Frank sprung at Tevolo with his right hand firing out- the light of course beamed off of the brass knuckles and he missed- but the weight of his body carried him into Lainey who was knocked off of the ring apron and down onto the mat. As Frank shouted down at her, absolutely livid she didn't catch him- he turned and stepped right into it..
Smith: HE JUST GOT SMEARED AGAIN! EVEN HARDER THIS TIME!
Tevolo almost tore Frank in half there as this time he made the cover, there was no Lainey Rae in sight..
TWO..
Bradford: LAINEY HELP HIM!
Smith: TEVOLO DID IT! HE BEAT DEBAUCHEE!
Gavin Grey: Yourrrrrrrrrr winnnnnnnnnnnerrrrrrrrr.. TTTTTEEEEEEVOOOOLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Smith: What.. a.. match.
Tevolo rolled off of Frank as Debauchee was out cold on the mat. Rolling out of the ring, Tevolo jumped into the stands and navigated until he found someone- telling him to stand up- the man was the same that Frank had assaulted during his trip to the island of Oahu. Tevolo held his arm in the air as the man smiled toward the camera and pointed into the ring where Frank lay-
Smith: Tevolo said he was out for revenge and.. well, he wasn't wrong. And who would of thought that it'd be Debauchee falling victim to his own approach to the business- had Lainey Rae never been out there- maybe he would of connected with that punch!
Bradford: Who cares about the win?! I just hope Frank and Lainey are OK! Tevolo should be suspended for his savagery tonight!
The scene faded on a shot of Tevolo and his cousin embraced in a hug after his victory as the scene faded out..
Brolympics Part III - Best Selfie and The Beer Mile: Jay B vs IC4
It was time for the final two rounds of the Broympics. Jay B was up 2 to 1 and if IC4 wanted to be the Brolympic champ he’d have to win both events. The next event was the best selfie and then the beer mile.
Jay B: You ready for this, bro?! Selfie is my game!
IC4: Oh you know it Jay Bro! You can’t get more selfie than the selfie king!
Jay B: You’re up first then, Bro!
IC4 is handed his cell phone by Jerome Skylark. IC4 takes a moment to think about what to do then it clicks and then the light bump goes off. One actually goes off over his head because the Skylarks held one over his head with a battery powered switch.
IC4: Get that outta here, bro! You’re embarrassing me!
They back off and he smirks. He holds his phone out above him at an angle with one hand and flexes with his other arm showing off his physique while giving a duck face. The Skylarks are in the background trying to photobomb.
Bradford: Look at that form, Smith! Perfect precision!
Smith: I still have a blackberry, I couldn’t tell you what good precision on a “selfie” looks like.
IC4: YEAH! BEAT THAT JAY BRO!
Jay B: Easy bro!
Jay B walks over to a car, the cameras and everybody following him and he gets on it and planks the hood of the car and takes his selfie with his big smile and shades on looking like a true bro. The selfies are taken and they go to the ladies for judgement. Both guys look on while they judge, then the ladies make their pick and the go with IC4.
IC4: TOLD YOU JAY BRO! I got this!
Jay B: That’s cool bro, we’re all tied up but we got that mile! I ran the best mile in high school, bro! I got this!
Barbara: Well gentlemen, it’s all tied up. Whoever wins the mile wins the Brolyympics. For the mile we’ve got some of the strongest imported beers. The mile will be one lap around this parking lot and at every quarter of the mile there will be a station with a drink where you must chuck the entire 12 ounce glass. Of course, due to the high percentage of alcohol in theses drinks, we must advise everybody at home to drink responsibly and always have a designated driver. Water will also be supplied to drink after each beer to help prevent alcohol poisioning. And as always, you puke, you lose! Station one will have BREWDOG SINK THE BISMARCK, station two will have BREWDOG THE END OF HISTORY, station three has SCHORSCHBRAU SCHORSCHBOCK 57 and station 4 right here at the end has BREWMEISTER SNAKE VENOM, the world’s strongest beer! Now on your marks… get set… go!
Jay B: Yo bro! I love this stuff! Had it overseas once!
Jay B drinks it like nothing, and then takes a drink of some water and starts his light jog again. IC4 can’t believe it so he finishes his and doesn’t even drink the water and starts running to get past Jay B as quick as possible.
Bradford: Go IC4 go!
Smith: I don’t really drink anymore but I do know that if Ic4 keeps pushing himself like this he’s going to vomit and be out of this contest. He’s so worried about being faster than Jay B he’s not even thinking about the alcohol level in these drinks and how it affects him!
IC4 is slowing down, Jay B and he reach station 2 at the same time. The drink is “End of History” at 55%. Jay B takes the drink of water first, a little bit of it. IC4 just goes right to the beer and starts to drink but can barely keep his balance. He’s getting tipsy now and Jay B laughs at him. Jay B finishes the drink and then the rest of his water and starts his light jog again and IC4 rushing behind him.
Smith: Jay B looks on fire right now just taking his time with these strong drinks! IC4 is not in his frat days anymore and definitely showing!
Bradford: They’re just trying to rip him off, that’s all! Jay B must have watered his down or something! IC4 is the drinking champ, baby! FIRST CLASS!
Jay B is at station three first, IC4 right behind him. Now is the SCHORSCHBRAU SCHORSCHBOCK, a 57% drink. It’s getting rough and they’re halfway there. Jay B is starting to feel the effects just like IC4 is so he drinks the water first but has to use the bathroom. Good think porta potties are there so he can take a quick leak. While he’s in there, the Skylarks come up trying to be sneaky and IC4 is directing them to knock over the porta potty with Jay B in it. Not cool. Jay B just finished up though and used some hand sanitizer, gotta stay clean. The skylarks knock it over but Jay B gets out just in time and then all the blue liquid from inside splashes up and hits IC4. Jay B laughs and finishes his drink and moves on the the final quarter of the mile, stumbling a bit from being tipsy. IC4 is mad, he’s furious! So he chugs the rest of his drink and throws the cup of water at Jerome’s head.
SORRY BOSS!
Ic4 takes off running and mad now that his plan to foil Jay B didn’t work.Jay B reaches the marker first at eight minutes, IC4 right behind him at eight minutes and ten seconds.
Jay B: Haha bro, lookin’ a little blue! Just down that I’mma beat ya?! Time to finish it!
Bradford: Tasteless joke.
Smith: I found it actually quite entertaining.
Bradford: You would.
The final home station had BREWMEISTER SNAKE VENOM, 67.5% alcohol to be the strongest in the world. Jay B takes a deep breath and takes a sip and puts a sour look on his face. IC4 laughs at him and then gets the same look so Jay B laughs at him. So Jay B starts to chug the beer, though he clearly doesn’t like it. He’s close to finishing but had to put it down for a second. He’s making gagging noises like he’s going to throw up. Not because the beer tasted so bad but because he’s been running in heat and drinking so much. The water was helping keep them hydrated. IC4 puts his down for a second and laughs but the gagging noises just activated his own reflex and before he knew it, IC4 had thrown up all over both Skylarks.
GROSS BOSS!
The air horn was blown and Jay B laughed, drinking some water to cool down and bring his gagging down. He raises his hands in victory as the first ever Brolmpics champ! Izzy came over to help her brother sending off the Skylarks to get cleaned up. He's walking with Izzy holding his arm, and Trampke, IC3's assistant comes walking up, catching her just in time to give her her newly dry cleaned dress for tonight's pre-planned First Class Celebration when Tommy retains.
IC4: Awesome, thanks a lot bro!
Well it wasn't clean for long because IC4 grabs the dress and wipes his nasty, vomit covered mouth on it. Izzy turns red and yells out, smacking IC4 and storms off.
Winner: Jay B
Smith: Well that was definitely a unique contest! Well folks, the night is getting closer to an end and next up we’ve got two guys that have been waiting to get their hands on each other. Nikki Venom and Silas Romero up next!
Silas Romero vs Nikki Venom
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Number One Contender's match for the PURE 15 Championship!
Smith: That's right ladies and gentlemen. We received word moments before from the office of IC3 that this upcoming match would now determine the next challenger for the PURE 15 Championship; won earlier in the night by Barrel of Capital Crew.
Bradford: Amen, absolutely the right call. The sooner the gold leaves that camp the better. I may not be a big Nikki Venom guy after his boycott but I'd even prefer to have him as champion representing this company over any of those felons.
Smith: Well either of these men would be worthy challengers in my opinion regardless of what Capital Crew has done. The PURE 15 Championship represents the best of what traditional wrestling has to offer and either man would bring a unique challenge to the table. It's not like either man needed any more motivation going into this match though as it is, their intense hate for one another is enough.
Bradford: Well they're on opposite sides of the spectrum. Silas Romero has an ego that reaches to Saturn and back but with the impressive record he's put up it's justified. Nikki Venom has his own crusade and minus that whole boycott incident has definitely made his case at all. The only thing I don't understand is who in the blue hell were those women?
Smith: Well Venom is a bit of an enigma that's for certain. Still this match should definitely be fierce and dangerous. With both men coming from striking background we may see little in the way of traditional wrestling in this match.
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: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 259lbs... Nikki Venom!
With the lights dimming down in the arena, various gold spot lights started going over the crowd. The super thrashy, post-hardcore sounds of "Snake Oil" by Good Tiger filled the arena; the gold and maroon lights pulsing to the beat. Once Elliott's crunchy screams came in full force, the "Hipster Hercules" emerged onto the the stage, with one spotlight shining, but just barely, onto him. Silas stared out into the crowd, while some of them were cheering him on, but most were jeering him. Soon as the first breakdown kicked in on the song, Silas slowly elevated his right arm up to chest level; bending it at the elbow so that his forearm running parallel with said chest. The letter's "GKFO" written across his black forearm sleeve that went all the way up, connecting to his elbow pad, in a crisp, clean gold font. A smirk rolled across his lips, before lowering his arm back down even slower than before. Silas strolled down the entrance way, keeping as much distance from the fans on either side as humanly possible. Every so often he would go to smack someone's hand, only to pull back at the last second.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida weighing 245lbs he is The Knockout Supreme himself, The Hipster Hercules.... SILAS... ROMERO!
Once he got to ringside, he went directly for the steel steps that led up to the apron of the ring. Silas leaned up against the steel ring post for a moment; again letting his smug smirk roll across his lips, just before stepping slowly between the second and top rope. He walked across the ring, straight for the hard camera side of the ropes. He leaned forward, letting the top rope support his weight, while sticking his right arm out in front of himself. It was level with his chest; the letters on his arm were once again readable, he even pointed to each letter with his left pointer finger. As music reached the final chorus of the song, Silas pushed himself away from the ropes and proceeded to make his way to the opposite turnbuckle and leaned against it. He stroked his well-trimmed beard, before warming up before the match-up.
Right before the bell rang both competitors shot out of their respective corners like a pair of rockets, colliding in the center of the ring. Each man wasted no time throwing out an exotic barrage of punches, knife edged chops, elbow shots and palm strikes all in the name of disorienting the other. Neither man was able to get a solid advantage as this brawling lasted over two minutes as they fought to every corner of the ring. Derek Lay attempted to call for a clean break several times in the corner but the other man would quickly find a way out of it and turn the tables, a seesaw game being played before everyone's eyes as they fought for momentum. Fighting his way out of the corner Romero pushed Venom away and went for a lightning quick GKFO (rolling elbow) but Venom saw it coming and ducked and charged back at him with a short-armed lariat knocking him down to the ground.
Smith: They wasted no time having this match turn into little more than a good ole fashioned bar brawl. The only thing missing being the beer and cards. Romero looked to end this one very early but Venom had him scouted all along, taking him down with a vicious short-arm lariat.
Bradford: Not as good as the Toe Tagger if you ask me but he definitely had some heat on it nonetheless. It's clear that these men just can't stand one another and it makes for one hell of a fight if you ask me.
Smith: They're polar opposites. Nikki Venom sees Silas Romero as the poster child, the rally cry as to why he began his crusade, meanwhile Romero is just trying to be himself. You don't have to agree with Romero's life style or how he carries himself but it's easy to understand how someone would get pissed off by someone else telling them to fit their line of thought.
Bradford: Well this certainly isn't going to have a peaceful ending; there's going to be no peace until one man can't stand on his own two feet anymore.
Venom had him scouted and now that he had him exactly where he wanted him he went to methodically dismantle the very weapon that Romero took pride in. Venom grabs Romero's right arm and he extends it all the way out before stomping on his hand with his left boot, keeping it in place. Now with it stretched out Venom repeatedly stomps away at the elbow joint as Romero screamed in pain. Venom stomps and stomps and stomps away until backing off, Romero's body movements threatening to throw him off balance. Romero clutched his elbow, cradling it against his body as Derek Lay quickly goes over over to check on him.
Smith: And Venom attacking that elbow repeatedly, the famous elbow being the GKFO, he's trying to break his arm!
Bradford: Veteran maneuver if you ask me. You find their bread and butter and you take it away from them; you force them to try to find another way to beat you and in a way they may not be as proficient in.
Smith: That's one thing Bradford but it's another to try to intentionally break a man's arm. He's got a family to take care of, food to put on the table and bills to pay!
Bradford: And he's in a violent line of work. He knows the risks.
Smith: Of course there's risks! But there's a difference between a freak accident and trying to cripple a man; what happened to leaving it in the ring?
Bradford: Well I'll tell you right now, Venom is leaving the ring and he's got sinister intentions on his mind. He's got a hold of that bad arm, that Achilles heel if you will and he's going to shatter any hopes Romero has at victory. That's how you win contenderships, THAT is how you move up in the wrestling business; you take your competition out!
Venom backs up with Romero's wrist in hand and rams it right into the turnbuckle post as a thundering CLANG is heard as the bone bounces off steel. Romero kicks his feet repeatedly on the mat as he rolls and clutches his arm as the referee once again asks him if he's ok. The ringside doctors storm the ring to check on him as Venom grins from ear to ear.
Nikki Venom: This is for your own good Silas! I have to break you in order to reshape you.
Smith: Stop it, stop it! Enough is enough, you proved your point Nikki! You damn near broke the man's arm!
Bradford: Well a medical stoppage still counts as a victory and it's one hell of a statement to win a match on stoppage.
Smith: He's a hypocrite! So much for preaching against aggression! This is sick!
Bradford: You heard him yourself; he has to break him in order to reshape him. Where was this Nikki Venom before?
Romero is adamant about finishing this match no matter what as he shoves the personnel away with his good arm. Derek Lay yells at him and insists that he gets checked out but Romero shoves him away too yelling for the ring to be cleared. Lay shows leniency and throws his arms up warning him that he's only putting his own health at further risk and that he'd have no choice but to throw the match out if he showed that he was unable to defend himself from here on out. Venom appears to be slightly shocked but he hid it well with his grin, taking it as a sign that he has more work to do before Romero was ready to be reshaped. Lay urged Venom to return to the ring but he appeared to ignore him as he decided to circle the ring instead.
2!
3!
4!
Right before the referee could hit five, Romero darted out of the ring, his right arm nearly lifeless and held tightly against his body as Venom went to close the gap with him before darting into the ring at the last second after pivoting halfway through the motion. Venom smirks as he holds his hand out to beckon Romero back towards the ring and Romero goes for a quick feint towards the ring to gauge Venom's intentions and he caught him getting ready to pounce on him by the bottom rope. Romero anticipating this quickly spun his body and hooking his left arm cut Venom's legs out from under him. Romero quickly pulled Venom out of the ring and with his left arm he threw him into the barricade, the structure buckling as Venom slid down to a seated position. Lay shouts at them both to get into the ring but one wasn't in the position to and the other planned to carry out his own punishment.
2!
3!
Romero backs up as he sizes his target up. Venom tries to shake away the cobwebs but just as he comes to he's hit with the .44 Caliber Love Letter (Running Mafia Kick) straight into the barricade, his skull sandwiched between a mean boot and bars of metal.
Smith: DEAR LORD! That is not a love letter you want sitting in your mailbox! This is vicious, this match is downright vicious, this is WAR!
Bradford: And WAR is hell I'll tell you what. These men are pulling out all the stops here tonight, they're beating the absolute piss out of one another! Do it again Romero! FIGHT!
Smith: Enough Julius Caesar, these men aren't gladiators.
Bradford: Don't tell that to me, tell that to them! Just look at them!
5!
6!
Romero grabs Venom by his hair but with only one good arm and trying to pick up a bunch of dead weight he was struggling to get him back towards the ring.
8!
Romero manages to finally slide him into the ring.
Romero slides back in shortly after 9, rolling him over away from the ropes as he goes for the cover. 1, 2, thre/KICKOUT! Much to Romero's surprise Venom shot his arm up on instinct, retaining just enough awareness to remember he was in a wrestling match. Trying to put this one away Romero goes for the The Dharma Initiative (Dungeon Lock) but Venom manages to jab his thumb swiftly right into his eye to prevent the hold from being locked in.
Venom grins as he pulls himself up, looking at his opponent before he eyes the turnbuckle as he quickly makes his way to and and begins to ascend to the top rope.
Smith: No no no no, don't do it Nikki. Don't do it! It's not worth it, a shooting star press just isn't worth it. You're damn near 260, a man your size isn't meant to fly like that, your body frame just isn't built for that!
Bradford: It's dangerous Smith; it's balls to the wall and it's throwing caution to the wind and I love it. These two have been in dogfight all match, they're tearing each other limb from limb, go big or go home! This is your moment Nikki, seize it!
Venom goes for the F*ckstar Press (Shooting Star Press) but Romero managed to spring back up to his feet as Venom began to launch himself as he spun around and hit the GKFO with all of his might, catching Nikki Venom midair with sniper-like precision
Smith: OH MY GOD! GKFO! GKFO! ROMERO SOME HOW HIT HIM IN MID AIR WITH THAT GKFO! AMAZING!
Bradford: But at what cost did it come by? That was his bad arm, he's going to win but he's going to give his next few opponents something they can exploit, that's something Barrel could exploit!
Romero's arm is shooting pain throughout his body but he manages to pull himself together long enough to go for the cover, hooking the leg with his left arm. 1, 2, 3!
Winner and Number One Contender to the PURE 15 Championship: Silas Romero
Smith: What a great match! Silas Romero is the new number one contender to Barrel's PURE15 championship and wait... hang on a second folks. It looks like we're going to head to the back where there's more Hardcore championship action going on!
Hardcore Championship 2
Smith: I'm not sure what's going on here but it looks like we got there just a second too late! Chris Orton is knocked out cold and the Hardcore Championship is gone!
Bradford: AND SO IS HIS GO-KART! C'MON NOW! HE IS BAD GUY! BAD GUY NEEDS HIS GO-KART!
Smith: Well I don't know what to say about that, but what I do know is that we have a new hardcore champion but we don't know who it is or where they are! Hopefully Chris Orton will be okay and we see him in action in two weeks at Unstoppable. Well with that being said, folks, it's time for our main event of the evening! Up next, Frankie Cocheese and Chris Williams try to take the coveted MSW Heavyweight Championship away from Tommy Angel...
Bradford: It's Tommy Montana, get it right, Smith!
Smith: Well they try to take that coveted championship from Tommy Montana..
Bradford: Much better. Respect is key around here, you know!
MSW Championship: Tommy Montana (c) vs Chris Williams vs Frankie Cocheese
Gavin Grey: The following Triple Threat Contest is schedule for one fall and it is for the EM ES DOUBLE-YOU HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Making his way to the ring first, From Washington, D.C., FRAAANNKIIIIE COOOOCHEESSE!
Right before the lyrics start to his entrance music, Shook Ones PT. 1 by Mobb Deep, Frankie walks through the curtain and heads to the ring with a languid pace. His head held high, though his eyes are focused ahead on the ring/his opponent. He doesn't regard the fans as they boo him and hurl insults his way. Once he reaches the ring, he moves casually to the stairs and walks up them, taking off his hat and hanging it on the post before entering the ring at the middle rope. Once he steps inside, he moves to the center of the ring crosses his hands at the wrists in front of him and form a d with his left hand and a c with the right, walking to each corner while holding up the letters of his hometown.
Gavin: Making his way to the ring next, from Detroit, Michigan, CHRRIIIISSSS WILLLIIIAAMMMMS!
As “Over and Under" by Egypt Central blasts from the sound system, Chris Williams sprints out from backstage and heads straight to the ring. The crowd responds with a roar of approval for Williams, who high fives as many as he can while heading down the ramp. He slides headfirst into the ring and keeps sprinting to the corner. Williams quickly climbs up the turnbuckle and throws his hand high into the air, pointing to the sky. As the music and crowd dies down, Williams climbs down from the turnbuckle and throws a few phantom punches to stay loose.
“Sympathy For The Devil” by Guns N Roses hits the PA system as the lights go out. Laughing is heard around the 24 second mark as a lone spotlight shines on the stage.
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Tommy Montana emerged from the back with the MSW Heavyweight Championship fit snug around his waist. He was wearing blue trunks with the new First Class logo on the back, gold kneepads and white boots. The crowd boos his emergence. This time there was no First Class at his side; no IC3, no Skylarks, no Delsin, no TJ Bryce, no IC4, and no Izzy; he stood alone at the top of the ramp with his eyes full of stoic determination as he tuned out the crowd.
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Tommy made his way down the ramp as every single fan in the building were sure to tell him exactly what they thought of him as this arena was far from being IC3 country despite his name being on the deed to the building. Still he doesn't react, his eyes locked squarely on Frankie Cocheese and Chris Williams as he unbuckles his belt and slings it across his shoulder.
Gavin Grey: And finally; from Los Angeles, California, he weighed in tonight at 203lbs he is the current reigning and defending MSW Heavyweight Champion... TOMMY... MON-TAN-A!
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Tommy Montana makes his way into the ring as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes, his eyes never leaving Cocheese and Williams for a even a brief moment.
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made
I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
The music dies down as Tommy Montana holds his belt high in front of his challengers faces, the referee stepping in between the the three of them to separate them as Cocheese and Montana especially exchange a few choice words at one another. Once Tommy Montana backs off to his corner he looks at his belt before bringing it up and kissing the center plate before passing it off to the referee who holds it up high for everyone to see.
One.. Two… NO!
Smith: Toe Tagger right away in the early goings of this match but it looks like Tommy Montana is still too fresh for that to end the match! He got his shoulder up just as Chris Williams stepped back in to break up the pin!
Bradford: That’s because Montana is the best! He’s the champ, baby! He’s the champ and it’s that way for a reason! And he’s going to be leaving tonight as champ as well! Those damn thugs in Capital Crew don’t stand a chance in the big leagues with guys like Tommy, with any of First Class for that matter! Remember Delsin’s chart! Capital Crew are at the bottom! And to think, I used to be a fan of these guys, Cocheese at least, but Class doesn’t associate with no good thugs and punks!
Smith: Well, I understand your strong opinions on that, Bradford, but they certainly don’t seem to have any transgressions about taking out anybody. Just look at Logan Brock earlier! But Chris is on the offensive now and Facepeeler is locked in! Will Cocheese tap?!
Williams managed to slide into the ring quickly to break up that count and before Cocheese could do anything about it, Williams used his speed to get right on top of him and lock in that headlock that’s very similar to a crossface that he calls the Facepeeler. He’s wrenching at Cocheese’s neck but Frankie is slowly able to pull himself to the ropes, not thinking about there not being DQ in this match so the ropes won’t do anything. Frankie is trying to break the hold but when he realizes that he can’t do it with one hand he rolls his body over to end up having a cover on Williams who is now on his back.
One… Two.. KICK OUT!
Williams kicked out and because of such, he lost hold of the Facepeeler. Cocheese dips to the outside holding his neck, feeling it to make sure everything is good to go. Williams encourages Cocheese to come back in but when he isn’t, Williams goes for a pin on a now starting to move Montana. The pin gets to two before Cocheese breaks it up. Williams and Cocheese are having a stand off pushing each other and poking each other while trash talking. Their focus is entirely on one another and this is when Tommy Montana comes up behind them and clocks their heads together, meeting of the minds. Both men hold their heads and Chris falls back into a corner. Tommy takes this opportunity to go after Frankie with vicious right hands sending him to the ropes. Tommy whips Frankie across the ring and executes a beautiful back body drop, sending Cocheese up and over and landing hard on his back. Tommy has a vicious look in his eyes wanting to just hurt Cocheese after what he did to Izzy. Tommy approaches Cocheese and pulls down his kneepad, goes up on his tip-toes and drops his bare knee across the skull of Cocheese. Tommy gets back up and drops his knee again. Cocheese rolls over holding his head and using the ropes to get up. Tommy is stalking Cocheese but Chris Williams comes running out of the corner from nowhere and trips up Tommy’s legs and locks in a leglock really torquing at Tommy’s knee. Chris holds it for a moment before Cocheese comes running by and stops it with a stomp right in Chris’ face.
Cocheese leans over Tommy and starts to slap him a couple of times to get him to get up and when he tries it again, Tommy catches his arm and tries to roll Cocheese up but he’s able to roll through while losing Tommy’s grip and when Tommy is on all fours getting up, Cocheese charges him with a big running front kick to Tommy’s face like he was playing kickball with a nice and loud >SMACK< and covers Tommy quickly.
One.. .Two… NO!
Chris pulls Cocheese off and covers Tommy.
One… Two.. NO!
Cocheese pulls Chris off and then the two start to slug it out, not holding anything back from each other. Referee Mike Maddix can’t even get between them to stop them, but Tommy can. He comes rushing up to them looking for a lariat and Chris sees him from the corner of his eye so he pushes himself off of Cocheese who takes the lariat to the outside of the ring. Before Tommy can even process that Williams is still there, Tommy is dumped to the outside. He lands on his feet and when he and Cocheese are looking at each other, the crowd goes nuts when Williams grabs hold of the top rope and projects himself up and over with a plancha, but Tommy moves and Cocheese takes the hit. Tommy was slick and got into the ring just before. Now with a lot of speed, Tommy hits the ropes and runs back and to the surprise of the crowd, Tommy leaps OVER the top rope with a huge suicide dive, taking out Chris Williams.
Smith: This crowd hit the nail on the head tonight, Bradford! Plancha from Williams to Cocheese and Suicide Dive from Tommy Angel to Chris Williams! Everybody is down and the champ is on top of the world right now! Of course that kick could not have felt very good but I guess it’s just payback from those bare knee drops to Cocheese’s head. Either way it goes, all three guys here are pulling out all the stops. I’m not sure how many more times I’ll have to say it but there is absolutely no give in any single one of them and that is what the heart and soul of MSW is all about! Like them, love them or hate them you’ve gotta respect what they do in that ring!
Bradford: Well even though all of this the champ is still alive and kicking as well! That’s two near falls back to back a kick to the face and a toe tagger at the start and the champ is still on fire! That’s what First Class is, Smith! IC3 chose Tommy for a reason and the reason is showing itself here tonight! So people calling him a weak champion can buzz off because Tommy Montana has the heart of a champion!
Smith: Some of his actions may be questionable but there’s no doubt he’s got the heart and fight of a champion, Bradford, and he’s showing it plain as day here tonight. But Williams and Cocheese have it too and it’s going to take a lot to put any one of them down!
Tommy is very proud of his handy work but he knows to win this he has to do it in the ring. So Tommy picks up Cocheese from the ground and walks him near the ring but decide to whip Cocheese into the steel guard rail. Tommy follows and with Cocheese sitting in that corner, Tommy just starts to lay the punches into his head, totally unrelenting. When he feels he’s done enough, Tommy whips Cocheese into the the steel ring post and then rolls him into the ring. Then Tommy hears “HANNAAAHH MONTAANNAA!” and he turns to see Williams diving THROUGH the ropes and he hooks Tommy’s head. They spin like he’s going to do a Tornado DDT ala Sami Zayn but instead lands on his feet and picks Tommy up to the Fireman’s carry looking for that F-5 he calls TNT. But before Williams could execute he’s dropkicked in the back with a baseball slide that causes him to drop Montana and hit the guard rail. The impact wasn’t a lot to keep him staggered for long though and Williams slides into the ring. What he slides into is an empty ring because Cocheese and Montana are fighting across the ring on the other side. When Williams was knocking into the rail, Tommy had slid into the ring and his fight with Cocheese spilled outside in no time. Williams is feeling froggy again and jumps through the ropes with a suicide dive but is caught in mid-air with a vicious right from Cocheese and Williams falls. For a moment we see a team up with Cocheese and Montana double stomping on Williams. Cocheese takes advantage of this though, and catches Montana with a throat thrust punch, causing him to stagger. Cocheese picks Williams up and just flips him the bird before locking his arms and just giving Williams repeated head butts, over and over again before whipping him into the steel steps at ringside, causing Williams to flip over them.
Smith: This is how you know this match means so much to all three of them! We’re seeing high risk from Chris Williams that we normally don’t ever see! Tommy has been in total control of Cocheese here the past few minutes and really letting him have it with that whip to the guard rail, those punches and then that whip to the ring post as well! But that corner dive from Williams is something out of beauty because that shows the passion and the drive for this, Bradford! Williams to pull out all the tops! But unfortunately that TNT and that suicide dive did not pay off! And now Cocheese in control on the offense with Williams here, those nasty head butts!
Bradford: All Cocheese is doing here is giving Tommy Montana time to recover and that’s where he’s making his mistake. Barrel got lucky earlier taking that PURE15 championship because he was obviously behind the attack on Logan Brock but TJ Bryce and First Class still have their rematch, Silas Romero can wait his turn. But Montana is about to show both of these guys what being a First Class champion is all about! He’s being smart now and letting Cocheese take out that extra annoyance Chris Williams and recovering while Cocheese is busy. Then he can execute the thug, give us one less thug to worry about in this world and retain his championship!
Smith: Tommy does appear to be using his time wisely to recover but one has to wonder if enough damage has been done to Tommy that may hinder him from being able to recover to one hundred percent in time to finish this match as the winner. Cocheese has been on fire tonight and we know that he will pull out all the stops to claim the championship. And if he does win this tonight, it’s not going to look very good for First Class because then the PURE15 and the MSW Championship will be in the hands of the Capital Crew!
Bradford: That’s blasphemy! You take that back! You take that back right now, Smith!
Smith: I only issue the facts, Bradford, even if I don’t like the fact that they’re attacking MSW Roster like Logan Brock and Tracy Race. It’s disgusting, and appalling, especially what happened to those two but right now Barrel is the PURE15 champion, we saw Theo Vega make his debut as part of the Capital Crew doing the damage to Logan Brock but no confirmation if it was he that attacked Tracy Race as well. But if Tommy Montana is going to do something to end this match, he’s going to need to do it very soon!
Montana catches Cocheese from behind now and drives Cocheese face first into those same steps and he’s just slamming Cocheese’s head into them over and over again, causing him to start bleeding. Tommy goes for one more slam into the steps but Cocheese blocks it and slams Tommy’s face into the steps instead. Tommy’s head bounces off and he staggers back. Cocheese lifts up the ring apron, apparently looking for a weapon of some kind and he ends up grabbing a lead pipe. The very kind of weapon that Tommy had said in his promo that he was afraid of these thugs using. Cocheese taps it into his hand before slugging Tommy in the head with it, busting him open now too. Tommy is seeing stars, so Cocheese throws him into the ring and follows with a quick pinfall.
One… Two… Three-NO!
Williams pulled Referee Mike Maddix out of the ring at the VERY last possible second to stop the count and save the match.
Williams leans into the guard rail, exhausted and can barely move but he’s laughing. When Cocheese looks out at him to see what happened, Williams flips him the bird like Cocheese was doing earlier. Cocheese exits the ring, slower than before due to the ware and tare and bleeding that he’s suffered. He gives Chris a good couple of punches but Chris is able to drive his knee it Frankie’s gut to stop the hits and Chris slides in the ring with an attempt to pin Tommy. Mike Maddix counts.
One… Two… KICK OUT!
Tommy Montana is still alive and kicked out. Williams gets to his feet and goes right after Tommy’s legs calling for the Williams Crab which is an inverted Boston Crab. He’s getting it locked in but then here comes Cocheese from the side of the screen and NO! Cocheese was attempting a surprise Toe Tagger but Williams ducked it, released his hold on Montana. When Cocheese turns around, Williams is able to scoop him to his shoulders looking to end it with the Boiling Point, which is an Emerald Flowsion; Cocheese however had different plans and was able to slip out of it and shove Williams forward to Tommy and Williams is caught smack dab in the side of the head with a step-up Enzuigiri he calls the Riding First Class. Williams turns around to get a TOE TAGGER! Williams is down and Frankie pins but is knocked off by Tommy and he pins. Tommy is knocked off by Cocheese That’s when Cocheese had enough and looked to drop Tommy with his flatliner he calls Makin’ It Rain. Tommy fights out of it and neither man sees that Chris is moving. Cocheese and Tommy, both still bleeding are slugging it out giving Chris time to get up.
Smith: This match the whole way through has been nonstop and Williams is down from a Riding First Class and Toe Tagger combination but neither Tommy nor Frankie can get the pin with the other standing there! And that lead pipe shot was just vicious moments ago! It looked like Williams had a strong handle on things for a moment there with the Williams crab and good looking out for that Toe Tagger but it wasn’t enough because he caught it anyway following that counter to the Boiling Point! There’s no give in any of these men with the MSW Championship on the line!
Bradford: Like you said, Smith, there’s no give. Every man is pulling out all the stop here. It’s finisher after finisher, hold for hold, brute force, Tommy and Frankie are both bleeding but Tommy wouldn’t be bleeding if it wasn’t for that damn thug, Cocheese! He brought that damn pipe and just hit Tommy with it for no reason! That man has a marketing face! You don’t hit the face of the company with a pipe! And that’s why people like Cocheese and Barrel will never amount to anything. Thugs don’t last in life, Smith. Take a note.
Smith: Well I’m not sure what prompts you to think they’re thugs because they do things a bit differently, and I will say that maybe it was a bit much to kidnap the bosses daughter to get things their way but it got the results so that we can have this amazing match here tonight! Never mind the way that they got here, the fact is that after all of this, everything tonight they’ve thrown at each other, they are here and every single man in that ring deserves to be champion right now, incuding your baby boy Tommy Montana. But it looks like Chris is moving! Chris Williams is still in this game while Cocheese and Montana are slugging it out!
Bradford: Come on, Tommy! End it already! You’ve got this! FIRST CLASS BABY! WIN WITH CLASS!
Chris can barely stand after being like like he was and Tommy’s hits to Cocheese seem to get more aggressive every time. Williams shoves Tommy from behind knocking Cocheese into the corner; and when Tommy turns around, in one fell swoop he’s brought to Williams’ shoulders and spun off, Tommy landing on the mat hard, hard enough that he rolls out of the ring, the F-5 connecting that Williams calls the TNT. Cocheese bursts out of the corner looking for that Toe Tagger again but Williams ducks it. He turns around and he and Cocheese charge at each other full speed ahead and it looks like Williams uses a Toe Tagger of his own but both men connect with it at the same time and both fall to their backs.
Tommy was down outside the mat- his head was busted open and he seemed to be moving very little. Frankie and Williams had exchanged lariats in a sense- they too were down, all as the crowd was beginning to stir- they could feel the momentum changing.
Smith: This is a battle, truly fitting for the most prized possession in the Mid-West!
Bradford: You can say that again Smith, as much as I despise what Cocheese and his goons represent, he's leaving it all in the ring tonight. Regardless, Tommy Montana is leaving tonight as champion- he's too damn good not to!
The official knew he was stuck in a difficult position- he wasn't able to start a 10 count on Montana on the outside due to the No Disqualification stipulation.. that also went for Cocheese and Williams who slowly were making movements to get up. Either way he needed to let this play out to see who would be able to get up and gain an advantage. A figure was seen moving through the crowd- the audience of course sounded off as the camera caught angle of Barrel- the new PURE 15 Champion, on his shoulder was the championship.
Smith: Now what the hell is he doing out here?!
Bradford: Exactly, this felon should be locked up for theft after what he did to TJ Bryce earlier in the evening!
Frankie had managed to sit up JUST enough and gain the angle of sight to see his big buddy approaching the ring, suddenly Frankie wenched and pointed down at his ankle as he called out to the official as he attempted to roll his foot but seemed unable to.
Smith: Aside of what's going on OUTSIDE of the ring, Frankie Cocheese seemed to have hurt his ankle after he and Chris Williams knocked each other to the mat. He seems to be in some pain here, not exactly the way we'd want the MSW Championship to be determined.
Bradford: Who cares?! Get up Montana! Williams! Whoever, pounce on this!
With the ref's back to outside of the ring, Barrel stepped over the barricade and removed the PURE 15 Championship off of his shoulder- Tommy Montana had managed to get to his feet and turned to the source of the buzz- as he did so Barrel sprinted forward and PLANTED the PURE 15 Championship straight into Montana's already bloody head- knocking the MSW Champion back down and probably out!
Smith: WHAT THE HELL, HE JUST TOOK OUT THE MISSOURI STATE CHAMPION!
The crowd roared there- interestingly enough in support of Tommy as Barrel smirked and backed up and away from the fallen Montana- the referee turned towards the noise and noticed Barrel on the outside but he was standing at the tip of the aisle- he had his hands up and palms out, pleading innocence-
Bradford: He's not innocent! He's the one that put Tommy down! Throw his ass out!
The ref continued to argue with Barrel- that allowed MORE shady happenings to occur! As Chris Williams managed to pull himself up, he was definitely on his last legs and tasting his own blood- he looked down at Frankie who gripped at his ankle in pain still- Williams flashed a toothy smile- the whites of his teeth stained with the blood from his face.
Smith: WILLIAMS IS UP, HE'S ABOUT TO PUT AN END TO THE INJURED FRANKIE COCHEESE! WHAT AN EXCLAMATION MARK THIS WOULD PUT ON CHRIS WILLAMS' RETURN!
Frankie tried to back up but was stuck- tilting his head back in pain- Chris smiled and moved toward Frankie- all as his world turned upside down. Two masked thugs- much like the ones that he had seen at Unstoppable 19 popped up out of seemingly no where with black bandanas tied around their faces which made them look like bandits from the Wild West. The slightly taller one pointed at Williams and before Chris could notice it the two connected with a few shots as Barrel kept the ref's attention by shouting at him- making a scene. The taller one pointed high as Chris stand in the center of the ring- locked in a daze as the shorter man pointed at his legs- then with one swift movement the taller man threw a HUGE jumping roundhouse kick as the shorter man threw a sweep like it was out of Mortal Kombat which WRECKED Chris Williams!
Smith: THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING!
The two figures rolled out of the ring and slowly came around the front as the ref turned to see Williams down in the center of the ring and Frankie Cocheese.. mysteriously not wailing in pain anymore. The two figures joined Barrel at the tip of the aisle now and confirmed the thoughts of many as they shared the Capital Crew C gesture with Barrel-
Smith: So they WERE Capital Crew goons all along! Williams got the best of them at Unstoppable but not tonight- this is sickening!
The two figures untied the bandanas from their faces and tucked it into their pant pockets- showing them to be..
Smith: SERIOUSLY?! THE 'BURB BOYS; DANNY AND DONNY TAYLOR?!
Bradford: They were part of the Crew down in MLLS! They set the tag team division on fire- this ISN'T good Smith!
The brothers laughed at Williams misfortune as Frankie pulled himself up to his feet- he used the back of his hand to wipe away traces of fluid from his hairline. At first he walked with a limp towards the fallen Chris Williams all before breaking out into a laugh as he picked Williams up and managed to hook him in a double underhook.. Frankie lifted his 'injured' foot off of the mat and rolled his ankle- it was absolutely pain free as with one heave- Frankie lifted Chris Williams off of the mat and completed the tiger-bomb motion in sitout form-
Smith: THAT SON OF A BITCH WAS FAKING THIS WHOLE TIME! NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE JUST LANDED THE TAKEOVER ON CHRIS WILLIAMS!
Keeping the pin position- the ref dropped down to the mat as the tip of Tommy's head was seen below the bottom rope as he struggled to get to his feet..
ONE..
Tommy's right hand grabbed the rope as he pulled himself up-
Smith: DOES COCHEESE HAVE WILLIAMS FINISHED HERE?!
Bradford: SICKENING!
TWO..
Montana used whatever strength he had left in his body to TRY to pull himself up onto the apron- his face was a bloody mess now..
THREE!
Smith: .. it's.. it's over. Oh.. My God.. What does this mean for Missouri State Wrestling?!
Bradford: He used The Takeover to end this.. How fitting. This is what you wanted Smith, you complained- you cried, you bitched and bitched about IC3 and First Class' iron-fist rule over MSW- now look at what you've helped create.. Cocheese and Barrel control Missouri State Wrestling's championships!
The bell was rung- Tommy Montana was never able to get into the ring- instead his arms gave out as he crumbled to the floor outside of the ring. As Cocheese shoved Chris Williams' legs away from him, Frankie got to his feet and snatched the MSW Championship away from the official as Barrel and The Taylor Brothers jumped into the ring to celebrate the victory.
Gavin Grey: YOUR WINNER.. ANNNNNNNNNNDDDD.. NNNNEWWWWWWW.. MISSSSSOURRRRRIIIIII STTTATTTTTEEEEEE CHHHHHAMPPPPIIIOOONN.. FRRRRRANNNNNKIIIIIEEE.. CCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOCHHHHHEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE!
Smith: I- I'm speechless.. this is the worst thing that could have happened to MSW.. The Capital Crew now have control of the MSW Championship AND the PURE 15 Championship! I- What do we make of this Bradford?!
Bradford: Don't talk to me right now.
Cocheese and Barrel were embraced in a hug as they complimented each other's championships. The Taylor Brothers joined in as they too enjoyed the moment- but it wasn't a party until the other member of the Capital Crew made his way through the curtain-
Alex Smith: ARE YOU SERIOUS!? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN?!
Alex Bradford: I GIVE UP! I QUIT! I OFFICIALLY QUIT!
Theo Vega who had debuted earlier in the evening by taking Logan Brock out of commission had pep in his step as over HIS shoulder was the MSW Hardcore Championship that had vanished right before the main event kicked off! Noticing this as Theo closed in on the ring, the rest of the Capital Crew welcomed Theo would open arms as he hit the ring and too joined in on the group hug. The crowd was split at the moment, it wasn't unanimous at all which was an interesting turn of events seeing as they just cheated Tommy and Chris out of the MSW Championship. The five man celebration didn't last long however as Frankie's eyes centered on the fallen Chris Williams who was beginning to stir after eating The Takeover. Pointing down at Chris- Frankie shouted something at the group as like a bunch of vultures- they circled Williams in the ring..
Alex Smith: C'MON! YOU WON THE TITLE, GIVE IT UP COCHEESE- WE GET THE POINT!
Alex Bradford: All you fools wanted this.. Now we've gotta deal with it.. Chris Williams, you have my condolences..
Before the Capital Crew could strike Chris Williams the fans let off a HUGE pop as someone was definitely shoving his way through the sea of people.. the camera couldn't get a clear shot of who it was until the man reached the very end of the barricade and hoisted a black chair up into the air that was wrapped in barbed wire..
Alex Smith: IS- IS TH- IS THAT BADGER?! BADGER IS BACK! BADGER IS BACK IN MSW!
Frankie, Barrel and Theo exchanged glances as Badger pointed the chair in their direction all as he hopped the barricade and stormed the ring.
Alex Smith: HE'S MAKING THE SAVE!
Swinging wildly, The Capital Crew ducked out of sight and backed up the aisle before anyone was hit as Badger stormed forward and rested his weight against the ropes that faced them.
Holding the chair high into the air again, the fans let off another thunderous pop as Frankie waved Badger off as the Crew hit the top of the aisle.
Alex Smith: God knows what would have happened if Badger didn't pop up when he did- Chris Williams might of been picked apart by these pack of wolves.
Alex Bradford: I've agreed with you more this evening than ever- it's beginning to make me uncomfortable.
With Frankie standing in the center- Barrel at his right and Theo to his left.. The Taylor Brothers stood in front of the three as Frankie hoisted the MSW Championship into the air with both hands- Barrel lifted the PURE 15 Championship into the air with his right hand and Theo lifted the Hardcore Title with his left- all as The Taylor Brothers posed in front of them..
Alex Smith: Yeah.. Yeah.. Soak the moment up Crew, we'll see how long it lasts!
Alex Bradford: As sick as I am to say this- War is decided by greater numbers- and at the moment.. who's stronger than The Capital Crew?!
Alex Bradford: MSW is, Bradford.. and we're going to prove that in the long run! For my colleague, Alex Bradford and myself, Alex Smith- this is us signing out.. The Capital Crew may have won the battle, but the WAR is far from over!
"Shook Ones PT. 1" by Mobb Deep begun to blast through the arena as a quick camera shot of Badger staring a hole through The Capital Crew was seen all as it shifted back to the winners of the evening- three titles, three new members.. The Capital Crew- as Frankie and Barrel would say.. was in effect.
