2014.07.03: PWN - MSW - UNSTOPPABLE 10

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The Card

Date: Thursday, July 3rd

Location: Kansas City, MO

Commentary: Alex Smith (play-by-play), Alex Bradford (color)

Promoter: Danny Stevenson

Authority: Danny Stevenson, Drew Stevenson, Giant

(Match Order/Card Subject to Change)

Dark Match 

Dylan Thomas Vs Frank Washington

Dark Match

Autumn Raven Vs Heather Jones

Dark Match

St. Tuck w/ Pornstar Ron Vs TJ Bryce





Singles Match

LeBroc Harris Vs Akua

LeBroc Harris is a former champion in a former company that Alex Bradford was once a part of right here Kansas City, MO. This is LeBroc's singles debut as we saw him make it to the final 3 in the contendership battle royal just a few weeks ago. He takes on Akua who's looking to make a name for himself.

Women of Tradition Singles Contest

Ash Scion Vs Xena Nex

This match is the debut of both Xena Nex and Ash Scion. Ash is known to be a fighter but can go in the squared circle without weapons just the same and is looking to get her name out there to be among the best of the best female wrestlers in the business. Xena Nex, member of Leo Banks' High Society, wants to make her presence known as well. Her and Ash are polar opposites as it may seem, so in this debut match who will get the momentum?

Singles Match

Bradyn Saint Vs Peyton Von Licht

Announced just a few days ago, Bradyn Saint, a top independent wrestling prospect has made his way here to MSW. Quite the different one, covered in tattoos with a very old school mentality; one could almost imagine he and Bryce Manning could be very good friends. He makes his debut here on US10 to take on co-#1 contender for Bryce's Heavyweight Championship, Peyton Von Licht.

Singles Match

Magician Vs Chris Williams

The Magician briefly got his debut in the contendership battle royal a few weeks ago but now he looks to make his debut, and along side of him comes Chris Williams, a former World Champion, who aims to get his foot in the door in MSW and with a fan base backing him it's sure to be a hell of a contest.

Singles Match

Johnny B. & Yugo Phailous Vs Leo Banks & Ian Windermear

Bonecrusher and Phailous have been doing nothing but proving themselves as a formidable tag team since their debut as a team at Best of the Best. Now they've found their way to compete against Washington and Garland for the Tag Team Championships at Back to Basics, but for now they get a warm up match against the new alliance of Leo Banks and Ian Windermear. And because screw JBC. He asked us that we say that.

Singles Match

Steve Thunder Vs Neforian

Steve Thunder has been on quite the roll since his debut, picking up a big win over Jorge Santos just two weeks ago. Neforian hasn't been seen in action for a few weeks but he returns to the ring to take on "The Nephilim" in what is sure to be nothing short of a classic. And Thunder needs to keep eyes open in the back of his head because The Apocalypse could always be around the corner.

Women of Tradition Singles Match

Women's Championship #1 Contendership

Marie Porter Vs Kat

These two right here have quite the storied history with each other, bunting heads since the moment Marie came into MSW. It was just announced on Unstoppable #9 after Marie and Kat won after a dominating performance of Tamara Rose and Catherine Williamson that they would be competing once more 1 on 1 but this time the winner faces the new Women's Champion, Artemis Kaiser, at Back to Basics. Don't be surprised if Artemis has her eyes on this match.

MAIN EVENT

Bryce Manning Vs James Peterson

Bryce Manning dominating the amazing morphinominal Tommy Angel two weeks ago at US9, but it didn't stop there because he also assaulted a fan. Drew Stevenson is said to have some words to Bryce for his actions but in the mean time, Bryce headlines in singles competition against James Peterson; a new face to MSW but a determined new face ready to get his name out there. If he could pick the win here, maybe he'll find himself competing for the title following Back to Basics.



Welcome Party

"Just Run" by Digital Summer blasts across the speakers, the crowd is rowdy and in a frenzy and we cut over to Bradford and Smith, our commentary team.


Smith: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to a historic night as we come just around the bend of our 10th OFFICIAL show! We’re just shy of one month away from our second Supershow with implications that could make it even BIGGER than Best of the Best! Bryce Manning defending against Peyton Von Licht and Luke Jackson… Frank Washington and Robert Garland take on Yugo Phailous and Johnny B. for the tag titles and just so much, much more!

Bradford: Absolutely! But tonight is just as big! We get a Back to Basics preview with Bonecrushing Phailous taking on the High Society! I’m really excited for this Leo Banks and Ian Windermear team! Bryce Manning, our amazing wonderful champion takes on James Peterson in the Main Event… and it makes me wonder, when you have a champion like Bryce, as decorated as Bryce, how can he not be at the top of those rankings?!

Smith: Those rankings have been causing quite the stir over social media these past few days!

Bradford: And for good reason! I mean come on! MSW is better than over half of those companies, ESPECIALLY Knoxville!

Smith: You mean Uni--

Bradford: Hey! We don’t use Knoxville Logic around here! No name drops!

Smith: When you’re right, you’re right. I guess I was so caught up in being #49 that WRESTLING logic started to slip my mind. My apologies to everybody watching at home. But speaking of rankings, just the other day we saw Drew Stevenson speak out quite vividly about all of this and at some point tonight we're supposed to hear from our champion Bryce Manning. I have to wonder if it's about the same situation, Bradford!

With the sound of HEAVY drums beating struck sounding over PA—Unstoppable opens up with a camera shot that was fixed upon the top of the stage. After the drums continued for a few more seconds, it was clear that “Sound of Madness” by Shinedown was the track chosen. With the lyrics continuing—the curtain parted and through it stepped the hoodie ridden MSW Champion—Bryce Manning.

Smith: Things are about to get interesting really quick folks, it seems like we’re being joined by the MSW Champion to kick the show off!

Bradford: Bryce was on a MISSION since just a few days ago, after a set of rankings was released and failed to put either himself—or MSW in the Top spot, let alone top ten!

Smith: Really!? Goes to show how much I pay attention to social media!

Bradford: He said he was in a sour mood and by the look on his face.. It seems that couldn’t be any more true, I’m anxious to hear that he has to say here.. but on another note, it seems like he’s had a change in the music department—Shinedown!? Nice!

The MSW fans were totally aware of the situation Smith and Bradford briefly touched up on, all as Bryce made his way to the ring to.. a different sound from the fans, a round of cheers. They weren’t cheering him because he was a ‘good guy’ they were cheering him because he was the MSW Champion and how much he loved and respected the company despite his claims of not doing so shined through. Once he got into the ring, he ripped the hood off of the top of his head, tossed the MSW Championship over his shoulder and was handed a mic, all as the theme cut off.

Bryce Manning: The last time I was out here, I took a fan over the barricade there—

Manning pointed at the section of the fans where he abused the fan last week..

Bryce Manning: .. and Spineshanked him for the disrespect he showed. I’m not going to apologize for my actions, because that’s the past and it’s not why I’m out here. The reason I am here however.. Is because across Twitter I was tagged in a series of ‘rankings’ that was supposed to be circuit wide that put the best of the best into numerical order—both promotions AND champions were categorized.. and wouldn’t you know.. Neither I OR Missouri State Wrestling cracked the Top Ten.

Crowd: “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”



Bryce Manning: Usually I’d tell you to stick those boos straight up your asses, but today!? I’ll play along—BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The crowd broke into a FRENZY of chants as Bryce announced that, all as he paced around the ring for a brief second—all as he looked into the camera.

Bryce Manning: They’re saying that there are forty-eight other champions out there that are able to represent his company with more pride than I do and basically, am better than I am.

Bradford: Ridiculous!

Crowd: “MAN-NING! MAN-NING! MAN-NING!”



Dropping the mic from his lips, Bryce took a look around the arena as it was ROCKING in unison for their MSW Champion. There wasn’t a fan that was seated in the house—nor was he or she quiet. Bryce cracked a smile all as he shrugged his shoulders.

Bryce Manning: .. I know.. I know. You don’t have to tell me twice because the fact of the matter is, whether they like it or not—whether they want to admit that the ‘list’ they provided is nothing but political-- Capitol Hill styled BULLSHIT!

Crowd: “EM- ESS- DUB! EM- ES- DUB! EM- ES- DUB!



Smith: TELL’EM CHAMP!

Bryce Manning: I told them I was in a sour mood and I’d kick the show off with a nice little address for them, so listen carefully. To the forty-eight other champions that they ranked in front of me, it’s simple. Name the place, name the time—whether or not it’s sanctioned doesn’t matter to me. I guarantee you that when it’s all said and done—you two wouldn’t have a problem with deeming me.. The BEST.. IN.. THE.. UNIVERSE. Sounds familiar?! It should, I’m not simply ‘The Best in the World’ I’m not restricted to being just the greatest on this spinning blue and green colored sphere in space, I’m the best EVERYWHERE. Whether it’s in some alien promotion in a far away galaxy or maybe on Mars—Mars Wrestling Entertainment.. I don’t care. I’ve proven time and time again who and what I am, and the Missouri State Championship is a firm reminder to ANYONE that wants to doubt me—TRY ME.

Smith: Manning is on a roll tonight!

Bryce Manning: See—like a dear friend of mine currently situated over in Carson, California said..

Crowd: “EYE- ARE- EX! EYE- ARE- EX! EYE- ARE- EX!”



Once again Bryce moved the mic from his lips and took a second to take it all in, those three letters represented more than just a professional wrestling company, it was a way of life.

Bryce Manning: “.. like he said, and I don’t even need to say his name because you’re all clear on who I’m talking about.. You can hide behind the safety of the internet and be a Twitter Tough guy. You can take extra precautions and mask your IP so we can’t find you—but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re nothing but a PUNK-BITCH that won’t come out with your REAL identity so I can have a go at you. You hide behind the sanctity of the internet with your little tweets and website, categorizing guys like me who night-in and night-out bust my ass for a living.. all so you can get an extra hundred or so hits when you don’t recognize me for what I am..”

Holding the mic over his shoulder and to the crowd—they knew the routine.

Crowd: “THE BEST IN THE UNIVERSE!”



Smith: Our crowd showing nothing but the utmost respect for Bryce right now!

Bradford: And that's what happens when you're done wrong. This is Bryce territory until at least Back to Basics and it's his job to stand up for his home!

Bryce Manning: My point exactly. But you know what? Do your monthly rankings, keep on avoiding the fact that as long as I’m here—Missouri State Wrestling DESERVES the number one spot, all above those promotions where they’re glorifying cutting boring-ass monologues that suck away a person’s time and patience. Yeah, good job—promote the guys that belong on a casting couch for the next Woody Allen film instead of standing in the center of this ring—ready to go to war with ANYONE who tries’em!

Bradford: I’ve NEVER seen him this pumped before, I mean seriously.. look at him! He looks like he’s about to jump through the camera and beat the people who released those whack rankings around the state of New Jersey!

Crowd: “EM- ES- DUB! EM- ES- DUB! EM- ES- DUB!”



Bryce Manning: You can have your rankings, you can have your champion of champions—whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean because I don’t need recognition from a bunch of smarks to know that I’M..

Crowd: “THE BEST..”



Bryce Manning: IN..

Crowd: “THE!..”



Bryce Manning: UNIVERSE! Sound cheesy!? GOOD! PROVE ME WRONG, I DARE YOU!

With a resounding ovation from the fans, they appreciated their champion’s words because they knew he was truthful. He wasn’t attempting to put himself ‘over’ at the expense of a few guys who he found to be in the wrong, he spoke from the heart because it bothered him that a promotion like MSW wasn’t getting its fair share of publicity for the talent and amount of success they’ve managed to achieve.

Bryce Manning: I may be ranked number forty-nine by a bunch of guys who’s never stepped foot into a wrestling ring, except to take pictures with me and smile to my face—but that doesn’t change the fact that you know the business.. well.. then again.. you did rank the promotion number forty-nine out of fifty, and let’s face it.. Danny Stevenson and you STUPID—GULLIBLE FANS DESERVE THAT!

Smith: WHAT THE HELL!?

Bradford: IT WAS ALL A PLOY! I KNEW IT! HAHAAHA!

Now letting off a cackle in the ring as he held the mic away from his lips, those cheers and chants he managed to get was turned into a VICIOUS round of boos and jeers, all as Bryce held his arms up.

Bryce Manning: .. You didn’t think I was coming over to the ‘light’ did you? No.. No.. No, it’s much too fun here—why would I give up being able to ridicule you people at any given time!? Why would I subject myself to the same routine that a guy like James Peterson..

Crowd: YEEEEEEEAAAAAA!

A light cheer there-

Bryce Manning: .. or Luke Jackson..

Crowd: JACK-SON! JACK-SON! JACK-SON!



The cheers got louder for Luke-

Bryce Manning: Or Peyton von Licht..

Crowd: YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! PEY-TON! PEY-TON! PEY-TON!



The roof nearly BLEW off of the arena as Bryce laughed.

Bryce Manning: Why would I want that!? I don’t need your support! I didn’t see any ‘super MSW Fans’ going at that rankings that was posted, all because you’re fair-weather fans! You’re the wrestling equivalent to the Miami Heat fans!

Smith: LOW BLOW BRYCE, LOW BLOW!

Crowd: “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”



Bryce Manning: So you know what!? I’m tired of allowing you to witness the greatness that is Bryce Manning, you obviously don’t deserve it. I deserve to be the champion of champions but MSW? It deserves its forty-ninth ranked spot, all because you people SUCK.

Dropping the mic, Bryce threw his hand in the air- and in his grasp? The MSW Championship. As ‘Sound of Madness’ by Shinedown kicked back in over the PA—the camera fixed itself upon the sight of Bryce Manning, who in a few moments went from one of MSW’s most loved—to his usual role of MSW’s most hated and by the smile that was currently crossed over his face, it was clear to see that he loved every.. single second of it all.

Steve Thunder Vs Neforian

Steve Thunder and Neforian were in the ring and stood across from each other. The bell rang and they began to circle around, waiting for the first one to make a move but before they can really get started the lights go out, the stage lights up blue while “Nailed” by Theocracy plays.

Smith: Wait… The Apocalypse?! What’s The Apocalypse doing here?!

Bradford: Neforian is their leader, Smith! I’d say they’re coming out here for some intimidation factor!

Smith: This is not looking good for Steve Thunder, he needs to get out of there and fast!

Bradford: Why?! Look at him, Smith! He’s like a deer in headlights, he’s too scared to even more because he knows what’s coming!

The two made their way down the ramp and began to circle the ring, Neforian and Steve Thunder just looking on, Neforian feeling very confident with a huge smirk.

It didn’t take them long as they slid into the ring and stood by Neforian’s side and the lights came up. That was until they each went different directions. Virgil caught Neforian off guard with a big elbow knocking him back into the corner. On the other side of the ring, Steve Thunder is taken out with a huge big boot from Dante.

Smith: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here, Bradford! The Apocalyse, the team that made their debut against Peyton Von Licht at Best of the Best, siding with Neforian… just… just turned on their leader!

Bradford: Well think about it, Smith! Neforian was supposed to be leading them into a better place, he was supposed to be leading them down this path of righteousness, and helping them destroy everything in their path that isn’t right. Then Neforian lost the battle royal, and now The Apocalypse are out of the tag team tournament after taking a massive loss to the Bonecrushing Phailous, I can’t say I blame them. Neforian isn’t keeping up with his promises and when you’ve got such a destructive duo like The Apocalypse, they’re a team you really just don’t want to mess with. If I was Bonecrusher and Phailous, or even Washington and Garland for that matter, I’d be watching in wake because something tells me these guys are far from done in the tag team title hunt!

Thunder taken off of his feet instantly. Neforian after being beaten up by Virgil was in a dazed state and Virgil held onto him, walking him out of the corner to the center of the ring. Dante brought up Thunder and did the same to him putting the two back to back in the center of the ring. The Apocalypse backs up to their corners looking to pounce at any moment. They yell out loudly with a battle cry rushing to the middle of the ring. Virgil leaps up with a spinning back elbow to Neforian who collides heads with Thunder, while Dante goes low with a leg sweep taking both men down, Thunder face planting and Neforian landing on top of him; connecting with a double "Hail The Apocalypse" The lights dimmed back down to a dark blue hue and the duo stand tall in the middle of the ring and we go to commerical.

Bubbles... Meet Claws

Returning from commercial, we're backstage we have Marie Porter and Kat, friends and rivals all the same and they’re dressed and ready to compete for their match later on in the night. The two are scheduled to compete in a contenders match to face Artemis Kaiser in the co-main event of the night.

Kat: Listen, Marie…

Marie: I get it, Kitty! Don’t worry! Tonight when the bell rings we gotta do what we gotta do!

Kat: I know we do. But you need to know, Marie, I’m going to win tonight. I never got my 1 on 1 with Shawna and Artemis…

Marie: Now now! I wouldn’t go THAT far! You WERE the one that she pinned…

Kat: And you weren’t even supposed to be in the match. If you weren’t there I would have…

Marie: Okay okay okay now, how about we just go out to the ring and do what we do best?

Kat: Ye… yeah, that’ll be good. I’ll see you out there. Good luck tonight, Marie.

Marie: Yeeeaa you too, Kitty!

The two ladies walk off in separate directions, camera’s following them both and they muster under their breath.

Kat & Marie: I’ve got this.

LeBroc Harris Vs Akua

Kicking our match off, Harris and Akua embrace and in a collar and elbow tie up. Using his speed, Harris gets in behind Akua as he wraps his arms around his waist and starts off the match with a huge German suplex from out of nowhere. Bridging it into a pin, the referee drops down to make the count.

One... Two...



Getting his shoulder up off of the canvas, Harris is quick to get to his feet as Akua is surprisingly fast getting back to his feet as well.

Smith: Harris starting this match off with a huge German suplex, he is showing great technical prowess as he always does.

Bradford: He still has a long way to go if he is going to beat Akua.

Smith: Oh I don't doubt that one bit, Akua is a monster in the ring and I think he will do great things here in Missouri State Wrestling.

As both men are on their feet, Harris hits the ropes and as he returns, he is caught by the much larger Akua who hits a devastating spine buster which rocks the ring.

Smith: What a spine buster by Akua, he literally just implanted Harris into the canvas.

Bradford: I will definitely give him that, he has one heck of a powerful spine buster.

Immediately picking Harris up by his hair, he grabs him from underneath the arms and launches him backwards into the nearest turnbuckle. Striking back first into the turnbuckle, Akua charges in with a full head of steam and hits a huge avalanche splash onto Harris which causes him to stumble out of the turnbuckle as he is hoisted over Akua's head with a huge gorilla press slam.

Smith: What power by Akua, I don't know how Harris is going to stop them!

As Harris struck the canvas hard, Akua drops down and hooks the leg looking for the win.

One… Two... Thr...



Harris manages to kick out at the very last second. Quickly applying a sleeper hold after that, Harris begins to squirm and begins to reach out to grab the bottom rope but it is much too far away. Managing to fight to his feet, Harris reaches up grabbing Akua by the top of his head and drops to the seated position with a modified jawbreaker which causes Akua to clutch his jaw stumbling around. Getting to his feet, Harris darts towards the ropes and upon returning back to Akua, he jumps in at him but is caught in the Fallaway slam position. Smirking, Akua tosses him upwards looking to position him over his shoulders but Harris manages to squirm free getting in behind Akua as he quickly rolls him up with a schoolboy really holding onto the tights as the referee never sees a thing.

One...



Smith: Not this way!

Two...



Bradford: Win by any means necessary.

THREE!!!



Quickly rolling out of the ring, the referee exits as well to raise Harris' hand into the air.

Barbara Braman: The winner of the match, LLLEEEBBBRRROC HHHAAARRRIIIIISSS!

Best Wrestler... EVER!

Motioning for a microphone, he is given one as he brings it up to his lips to speak.

Harris: Did you see what I just did there? I just started my journey to becoming the BEST technical wrestler in the world, even better than Drew Stevenson. So starting next week? I challenge anybody, yes ANYBODY to the Harris invitational because one by one? I WILL show all of you that I AM the BEST technical wrestler that this business has ever seen.

Throwing the microphone down and bringing his arms into the air, he heads backstage while smirking as Akua looks none too impressed.

Beast On The Horizon

"This man is a monster.

This man is is a beast.

This man is your Worst. Nightmare. 

And soon all of Missouri will feel his wrath.

Beware Missouri; The Yemen Submission Magician, The All Mighty, Usef is coming."



Xena Nex Vs Monika Linskey

Returning from commerical, we're met with a graphic on the big screen that Daniel Smart is returning.

Smith: Daniel Smart returns! I'm excited for this one, Bradford!

Bradford: It's going to be a good one, Smith. We've seen Smart out of action for about a month or so and just before that he was scheduled for his rematch against Bryce Manning from Best of the Best! So I'm sure he's going to be coming back with a vengeance and wants to get his shot at that belt again.

Smith: Smart is a great talent in MSW, and glad to have him coming back.

Heading to the ring, the referee signals for the bell, Monica and Xena embrace in a collar and elbow type as Monica goes to get the upper hand, Xena shut that down quick as she knees Monica in the abdomen doubling her over. Grabbing Monica by the face and screaming into it, Xena rears back and slaps her right across the face as Monica's head snaps to the side.

Smith: That Xena sure is aggressive as she takes on local Monika Linskey here tonight! She could be a real force here in Missouri State Wrestling!

Bradford: I agree with you, if she can keep this kind of intensity up-the women here could be in some deep trouble.

Picking Monica up and quickly putting her down with a scoop slam, Xena places her foot on Monica's chest has the referee drops down to make the pin fall.

One…


Two…


Smith: I can't believe Xena thinks she's going to put Monica away with this kind of maneuver.

Getting her shoulder off of the canvas just in the nick of time, Xena looks incredibly frustrated as she grabs Monica by the hair and rips her up to her feet. With Monica stumbling and dazed, Xena quickly hits the closing credits as she drops down covering Monica.

One…


Two…


Smith: Well this one looks to be over, Xena with a very impressive win here tonight!

THREE!!!

Barbara Braman: Your winner of the match, XXXXEEEEENNNA NEEEEXXXX!!!!

The referee raises her arm and she smiles and looks on devilishly but that is cut short as from behind the curtain steps out Farrah Farris and she just stares Xena down.

Bradford: Well would you look at this, this looks to be rather intense but at the same time oh so hot.

Smith: Oh stop it Bradford!

These two young ladies simply stare one another down as the tension can already be felt.


You are not in my league!

Robert Fields: Welcome folks, and here standing by with me is co-number one contender, Peyton Von Licht. How are you today, Peyton?

Peyton: I'm going good, Robert.

Robert Fields: In just a few moments you've got your match against the debuting Bradyn Saint, just two shows away from your big triple threat title match against Bryce Manning and Luke Jackson. What are your thoughts?

Peyton: I've got a lot going on in my mind right now, Robert but I'll tell you what--

"Really? ...Really Peyton..."

The voice rang out, interrupting Peyton and once he realized who it was he rolled his eyes.

Bryce: What were you going to say that matters? Were you going to run around and say how you're the underdog? Or maybe tell the world how you were going to stop me, the darkness and how you are going to be the light, right?

Smirking very arrogantly, he just shakes his head dumbfounded at this kid.

Bryce: Please kid, you are just like everybody else here in Missouri and that means that you are deserving of the number 49 spot that you were given. Because you see, I am Bryce Manning, I am the best-- in the UNIVERSE and you don't even come close to me-in fact, why don't you go grab my gym bag and carry it out to the car because the best in the universe doesn't have to carry his own bags.

Looking incredibly fired up, Peyton looks like he wants to Punch Bryce right the face.

Bryce: Go ahead, act on it-don't just sit there and be a pussy-if you want to punch me in the face than I suggest you do it right here and right now.

Refraining himself, Bryce smiles knowing that he is under Peyton's skin.

Bryce: That's what I thought; go back to being nothing more than second fiddle-go back to being number 49 because I'm number one, I'm the best in the universe and you can't touch me.

Reaching out and lightly patting Peyton on the cheek, he purposely did that just to piss him off.

Bryce: You'll never hold my jockstrap, so go back to being number 49 because you can't hang with the best.

Walking off arrogantly, the camera pans in on an angry Peyton who is livid right now and we cut to commerical

We're Comin'

The screen is nothing but darkness. Softly, what sounds like notes from a church organ begins to play.

A voice is heard. It sounds like it's being fed through a voice scrambler.

"2 years ago..."

"I broke onto the scene..."

"I rose from the gutter... I traveled the whole world..."

"For a year and a half, I've had multiple title reigns...

"I've steamrolled the competition... There's no denying that...

"But most importantly..."

"I've hurt people... I've hurt people bad..."

"Very bad...

"My name was in the mouths of everyone, and to this day, no one has forgotten me..."

"They still mention me... but they're going to wish they kept my name out their mouths..."

"Because it's like Isoroku Yamamoto said..."

"They've awoken a sleeping giant and filled me with a terrible resolve."

The organ hits a high note, before ending and suddenly a video is shown.

More audio kicks in, the opening part of the instrumental to Young Joc's "A Couple Grand."

In the video is a man's head. His hair is stubble; buzzed off. The lower half of his face is concealed by a white bandana and he appears to be standing in front of a white wall.

Creases appear on the bandana as his dark brown eyes narrow. It's almost as if... he's smiling under the bandana.

"I'm baaaaack!" His voice is clear this time. To those familiar, it's Frankie Cocheese.

"What, y'all just thought I was gonna phone the rest of my career in? Heh... y'all slay me."

The video cuts now to a black background with bold white writing reading "COCHEESE DEBUTS" with the MSW logo underneath it.

The video cuts back to Frankie as the music still plays. "I'm back, but I'm not alone." The music cuts now, and the video is back to COCHEESE DEBUTS, but a sound effect plays with what sounds like someone slashing a sword into somebody, and blood droplets in the pattern of an X cross out COCHEESE DEBUTS

The video immediately cuts to Frankie Cocheese and Tyson Pride, standing on a street by a long, chainlinked fence. Frankie's face is not clean shaven as normal, but with thick hair as if he hasn't shaven in weeks.

Tyson is visibly dressed in a tank top, with a pig mask on the top of his head.

The audio now changes to Notorious BIG and Bone Thugs 'N Harmony's classic "Notorious Thugs" Frankie and Tyson laugh and Frankie remarks. "We'll see you when we see you, Missouri!"

They both throw up peace signs. "Peace...! Hahaaaaa!"

Frankie looks to Tyson and remarks. "'ey Tyson, they think we invisible like bitcoins!" The two start laughing as the picture fades.

The picture now reads, with COCHEESE RETURNS still crossed out and the new text under it:

THE NOTORIOUS THUGS DEBUT SOON



Bradyn Saint Vs Peyton Von Licht

The bell rang and Peyton and Saint circled around each other trying to scout each other, to figure each other out. Both dive in forward with a tie up but Bradyn is able to twist Peyton’s arm using his size advantage but Peyton takes it, rolls forward to his back, kip-ups to his feet and twists back flipping Bradyn to his back, but he also kip-ups, pulls Peyton in with an elbow a couple of times, but on a third Peyton ducks it, the hold releases and he tries for a quick roll up but only a two and Peyton backs off and gives a nod.

Smith: And would you look at these two go?! It’s almost like they’ve known each other for ages, matching move for move!

Bradford: That’s because Bradyn Saint is no slouch and he knows he’s in the ring against one of the number one contenders to Bryce’s championship!

Saint is up and has a smirk and Peyton wasn’t sure how to take it. Saint just have that devilish smirk and just waved to Peyton to bring it on and got off of his knees to his feet. They two came to the middle of the ring again with a tie up but Peyton managed to flip it around in his favor to a headlock takedown and Peyton kept control for a few moments, the momentum picking up on his side of the fence while keeping that headlock locked on, but Bradyn made it to the ropes to break the hold. Peyton is forced to let up, and Saint rolls outside waving his hand back to try walk away but Peyton won’t allow it.

Smith: A great back and forth here between these two but Saint is trying to just say ‘Screw this’ and walk away!

Bradford: Can you blame him?! I mean come on! Saint is a complete Saint and Peyton is trying to ruin that by shoving his contendership down his throat!

Smith: How is he shoving it down Saint’s throat? They’re having a match! It’s a back and forth contest!

Bradford: You’re blind then. Peyton is clearly shoving it in his face! THERE! HE DID IT AGAIN!

Smith: His back is turned! Wait… AIR PEYTON!

Peyton had hit the ropes and came soaring over the top with a massive Tope Conhillo taking Saint down and yelling out to the fans who yell back. Peyton rolls Saint back in the ring and slides in to follow. Saint is quick to the punches to Peyton taking charge and takes Peyton down with a low dropkick to the knee and follows it with a series of stomps which leads to Saint taking Peyton to the corner after bringing him to his feet.

Bradford: Yes! Saint is in control! Take that you snub nose son of a..

Smith: Whoa there, Bradford, you need to watch your language!

Bradford: Whatever you say Smith… TREE OF WOE! YES! TREE OF WOE!

Saint had control with that tree of woe and he slipped out to the outside and started to crank on Peyton’s neck with what he calls “Paradise Lost” while the referee was doing a 5 count to get him to break it. Saint did at 4 and slid back in and Peyton dropped out of the tree. Bradyn began to get cocky and called for the end. Beginning to pick up Peyton but out of no where, Peyton swings around with a Roaring Elbow taking Saint clean off his feet.

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!



Peyton rolls over for the pin and the referee counts.

One… Two… Three!



Barbara: Your winner, PEEYYYTOOON VOOONN LIIICCHHHTTT!

A "Back to Basics" Surprise

Peyton exited the ring, and Bradyn started moving but Peyton’s music faded out and Drew Stevenson appeared on the screen.

Drew: Hey Braydn… Bradyn.. up here. Yea, there you go. We’re just a month away now from Back to Basics, and it’s going to be an amazing Supershow just like Best of the Best but even better. And the way that we’re going to do this is we’re going to debut our brand new singles championship! That’s right, a brand new championship but things… things are going to be a little bit different for this one but we’ll reveal those details in two weeks time. In the mean time.. Bradyn, unfortunately you didn’t pick up the win but you impressed me. You impressed me so much so that I’m naming you the first participant in this championship match. The others will be revealed as the night progresses so I suggest you start getting ready.

The scene then cuts away and brings us backstage with Luke Jackson.

The Kid is Ready

Robert Fields: Ladies and Gentlemen I’m here with one of two top contenders for the MSW Championship, Luke Jackson. Now Luke you have to be one of the fastest rising talents in MSW and all of professional wrestling yet most of the attention seems to be focused on Bryce Manning and Peyton Von Licht. Care to give me your thoughts?

Luke Jackson: Both men deserve to be in the spotlight, they’re amongst the very best in all of Missouri State Wrestling, Each man earned their spot and I can’t take anything away from that, Robert. But I’m also earning my spot and just like every single person in the MSW locker room I’m hungry for success. Tonight all eyes are going to be on Bryce Manning and little by little the chinks are going to be exposed in his armor. With all respect to my good friend Peyton Von Licht, you’re looking at the next MSW Champion and I’m going to make history as the youngest man to hold top championship gold.

Robert Fields: Thank you for your time. Ladies and Gentlemen Luke Jackson has made his voice loud and clear! We’ll be back shortly after this commercial break!

A Candle Lit Dinner For Two

As we come back from a quick commercial break, some static can be seen before a scene begins with a mysterious video package playing upon the screen. 


“The following footage may contain disturbing scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.” 


After a voice accompanied by some generic text warns the audience of the upcoming footage, it slowly fades in to gray-scale security camera footage of a swanky looking restaurant somewhere located in downtown Columbia, Missouri – which is made clear by the night-time skyline seen through the large open window in the background. 


Suddenly, the distinct sounds of Ennio Morricone's theme score to the movie “Salo: 120 Days of Sodom” fills the scene; as we see none other than a suit-clad Andrew Mercer sitting at a segregated table, sipping on a glass of ice water. 


Around about thirty seconds or so pass us by, where literally nothing really happens; except Mercer frantically gulping down the water like it's going out of style – fidgeting with his tie, and generally acting nervous and out of his element. 


That is, until he is eventually sheepishly approached by one of the many maitre d's walking around the main floor. 


Maitre D: Is everything alright, sir? 


Gazing up at the horrendously metro-sexual looking young male, Mercer glares at him like he's just asked him the most ridiculous question that he's ever heard in his entire life. 


Mercer: Yeah, everything's fine. Why wouldn't it be? 


Maitre D: No reason, I was just checking, sir. Would you like to order now? 


Mercer: Does it look like I'm ready to f(censored)king order? I'm waiting on someone. Don't worry, she'll be here... soon. 


Maitre D: Okay, sir. Just let someone know when you want to order. And please, mind your language. 


Following this awkward exchange, the maitre d walks off into the distance, and the scene plays on for a few short seconds or so; until we see some bold font flicker across the screen reading: ONE HOUR LATER. 


Mercer, still all by himself, remains seated at the isolated table, no food in front of him and several empty glasses of water placed atop of the table before him. With a much more agitated expression upon his face, the same maitre d from before rapidly approaches the table. 


Maitre D: Excuse me, sir... I'm afraid I'm going to have to urge you to order. You've been seated for over an hour now, and this table has been reserved by other guests. 


Slamming his balled up fist down against the table out of frustration, Mercer turns to face the maitre d once again. 


Mercer: I told you, I'll order when my date gets here. She won't be long. 


Maitre D: With all due respect, sir... Pardon my bluntness, but I don't think she's coming. As I said, you've been seated for well over an hour now. 


Mercer: I don't give a f(censored)k how long I've been seated! I told you, she won't be long; and she won't. 


Maitre D: Okay, sir... I warned you about your fowl language. Now I'm going to have to ask you to leave. 


Clearly aggravated, Mercer slowly rises up to a vertical base; his lip quivering and his eye twitching as if he were about to snap and blow a gasket. 


Mercer: LEAVE?! I can't leave! I'm meeting Lacey Von Licht, would YOU leave? 


Maitre D: I don't know who that is, sir; nor do I care. I warned you about your language, and now you're going to have to leave! 


Staring blankly back in to the eyes of the maitre d, Mercer stands emotionless as he slowly but surely reaches over to the table top and scoops up a sterling silver fork in to his hand. 


Mercer: You... You don't care about Lacey? 


In an almost state of disbelief, Mercer's yes widen a she suddenly launches the spiked end of the fork straight into the maitre d's neck; causing blood to splatter out from beneath the skin whilst the maitre d yelps out in pain and falls to the floor – with Mercer in toe. 


Mercer: You think you can ruin my date with Lacey?! She was coming. She was! 


Repeatedly, Mercer continues to jab the fork into the side of the maitre d's neck, crimson red blood completely soaking his shirt and tie, and the table cloth close beside them. 


Mercer: LLLLAAAACCCCEEEEYYYY!!!! 


Watching all of this madness unfold before their very eyes, many of the other staff dart over and grab a hold of Mercer, attempting to pull him off of the maitre d but to no avail. 


Mercer: LLLLAAAACCCCEEEEYYYY!!!! 


Eventually, they somehow manage to drag Mercer kicking and screaming off of the maitre d; many spectators gathering around to watch the depravity go down – as people try to console the maitre d, and block up the near fatal wound to his jugular. With commotion and moral panic running rampant throughout the entire restaurant, the scene is suddenly filled with some static once again, as we fade out to black – and zone out to something more traditional...



Truly a High Society

High Society can be seen talking backstage as Leo and Ian can be seen laughing and talking in the distance. As the camera zooms in the two start walking down the hallway in their ring gear as their tag team match was looming.

Leo Banks: I’m telling you this is High Society’s night! Xena’s original opponent tuck tailed and ran home and Monica Linskey couldn’t find her way out if Bill Clinton gave her a guided tour of the White House! And later tonight we take our rightful spots back in the upper echelon of the tag team division by proving Yugo and JBC being in the finals is a fluke!

Ian Windermear: You know it! We got money, we got fame, and we have the best personal trainers money can buy, we got this Leo!

Leo hesitates and stops momentarily as Ian looks back.

Leo Banks: You still never told me about that deal between you and SVD, what are you doing hanging around a serf like him? He’s not on our level and he certainly lacks the class you and I have and come on man he’s POOR and we’re RICH! He doesn’t belong in the High Society.

Ian laughs and grins as to blow it off as a trivial concern.

Ian Windermear: Don’t worry about it Leo, he’s not going to come between High Society. He had a business proposition and I listened to what he had to say. Look we have a tag team match to win and you have to stay focused. Lets go out there and show MSW where Tag Team Gold really belongs and send these uncultured swine packing for the hills.

Smith: Appears to be trouble in paradise for High Society. Despite an impressive victory by Xena Nex there appears to be dissention or at least a difference in vision for the group.

Bradford: Don’t be ridiculous Smith. They showed impressive teamwork in the battle royal, sometimes teammates have differing opinions but in the end it comes down to results. SVD is a nonissue, stop trying to be a certain dirtsheet trying to stir the pot! We don’t appreciate that in MSW, Be A Star Smith!

Both men shake hands and walk down the hallways as MSW cuts to commercial.

Chris Williams Vs The Magician

Barbara Braman: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring from London, United Kingdom weighing 214lbs… Matt “The Magician” Michaels!

Smith: After an impressive showing in the 25 man battle royal The Magician looks to dazzle the crowd with another performance but this week he goes against the debuting Chris Williams.

Bradford: Chris Williams is an incredibly talented athlete that much is for sure but I don’t think he can escape whatever The Magician has up his sleeve tonight.

As “Headstrong” by Trapt blasts from the sound system, Chris Williams jogs out onto the MSW set to great fanfare. Williams lifts his cross pendant to his lips, then raises an arm to the sky and looks up, a tribute to his late father. He walks down toward the ring with a purpose, high-fiving fans on one side of the rail.

Barbara Braman: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan weighing 240lbs… Chris Williams!

He walks up the steps to the ring and pauses, then looks into the crowd and thrusts his arm into the air, getting a nice reaction. Williams steps into the ring and takes off his necklace, handing it to the referee, and then waits for the referee to call for the bell. As the bell rings Williams takes control immediately as he captures The Magician in a belly to belly suplex as he tries to rush his opponent. The Magician quickly springs to his feet again and tries another advance but this time he gets caught in an armdrag, and then another once he makes it back to his feet. Williams irish whips Magician to the ropes and hits a thunderous clothesline sending him to the mat rather unceremoniously.

Smith: Williams is on fire! He’s come out of the gate rather quickly and The Magician looks dazed and confused!

Bradford: He wasn’t ready Smith! Do over! Do Over!

Williams scouts his opponent and waits for him to get up as the crowd claps in support.

Crowd: WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS!

As Magician makes it back to his feet Williams hoists him up and connects with the Boiling Point! (Emerald Flosion). Williams quickly goes for the pin.

1!

2!

3!

Barbara Braman: Here is your winner… Chris Williams!

Smith: Impressive victory by Chris Williams in a total shutout!

Bradford: I haven’t seen a win that convincing in quite a while Smith, big things are in his future.

"Indestructible" by Disturbed erupts through the arena as Williams celebration is interrupted by the Co-Head of Talent Relations himself, Drew Stevenson. As the music dies down Drew Stevenson raises the microphone to address the sold out crowd.

Drew Stevenson: Impressive victory Chris, that’s what I like to see. You took the initiative in your first match in MSW and proved the all these fans what a world class athlete you are which is why I’d like to take this time to announce that YOU, Chris Williams, will also be entered into the match with Bradyn Saint at Back to Basics.

Chris Williams nods and smiles as the crowd roars in approval.

Smith: What an opportunity! Actions speak louder than words and Chris Williams just earned himself a high profile match at the supercard!

Bradford: I’m as shocked as you are Smith but when you beat a guy in such a convincing fashion in your first match you’re bound to turn heads but the competition only gets stiffer from here. Enjoy your moment Chris because you’re stepping into the lion’s den.

Judge Garland

The crowd is excited as the cameras tour the arena. Quickly, the atmosphere changes to oppressive booing, the song “Ephemeral” by Insomnium playing loudly over the PA system as Travis Rech walks out of the back. Rech is shown dressed as a security guard, the audience confused but still jeering while Robert Garland walks out in a judge’s outfit. The black robe touches the ground as Garland poses for the crowd while raising a gavel up high in the air. Garland wears an arrogant smile while Travis Rech heads down the ramp and toward the ring. After a short while, Garland’s smile disappears as his usual scowl takes over, Robert Garland now heading down the ramp as well as Rech is already in the ring and setting up a wood grained podium.

Smith: What’s this idiot doing now?!

Bradford: Obviously Smith, the judge of character here in The MSW is making a statement! I’m sure everyone is interested in what he has to say! Just listen to how fired up this crowd is!

Smith: We are obviously hearing a different reaction Bradford! After everything he’s been doing recently, you really think these fans are trying to honor him?! Don’t make me laugh! This is obviously some sort of scheme, just like the way he’s been acting while tagging with Frank Washington! Garland is unstable, and this should be enough evidence of that claim!

Garland heads over to the steps and walks up and onto the apron. Rech starts to yell for the crowd to calm down, the MSW faithful still yelling and jeering as Garland once again shifts back to an odd smile and steps between the ropes. Garland places himself behind the podium and raises his arms high again, before slamming the gavel onto the podium furiously and Travis Rech talking into a microphone.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*



Travis Rech: ORDA! ORDA IN THA COURT!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Travis Rech: Judge Garland will be presiding over this courtroom ta review tha case of Frank Washington vs. Tha People! An’ ya betta damn well be respectful ta tha Figurehead of Justice here in Tha MSW!

The crowd continues to boo as Garland remains quiet and Rech places the microphone on the podium. Garland waits patiently for the audience to die down, the crowd continuing before Garland finally speaks up.

Robert Garland: Thank you Bailiff Rech. You always have the best interest of this courtroom in mind, and it upsets me that this jury just doesn’t understand that we’re only here to look out for them!...

Crowd: FUCK YOU BADGER! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* FUCK YOU BADGER! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*



Robert Garland: Yes… They just don’t get it! Like I’ve been saying since my arrival, you sheep are all falling for every lie that this company and a very certain individual present to you… However… I’ve come to the conclusion that the only person to blame for your attitude is… Myself. You see, I’ve been on this microphone these past few months and I’ve been tellin’ you how horrible Frank Washington is… But now, I’m out here to show you the evidence to my claims! That’s right… This is my chance to prove to you all that I’ve been speakin’ the truth… And it’s also my chance to warn Frank’s upcomin’ opponents of Johnny B. and Yugo Phailous.

Garland laughs to himself as Rech stands at attention, the fans cursing The Badger and remaining irate as Garland once again slams the gavel down.

*BANG BANG BANG!*



Travis Rech: AH SAID ORDA! ORDA IN THA COURT, YA MISCREANTS! Judge Garland will find ya all in contempt if’n ya’ll keep this up!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Robert Garland: Once again, thank you Bailiff Rech. You are truly a credit to this mission of justice. Now, as I was sayin’… People have been constantly asking me why I’ve been actin’ the way I have recently. “Garland, why are you helpin’ Frank win these matches?” “Garland, why did you pull Frank over Deacon Cash for the cover?” “Garland, why are you wantin’ the two of you to keep progressing in this tournament?” “Is it for championship glory?” “Are you blinded by your personal win loss record?” “Are you just tryin’ to get in Frank’s head?” ...Yes. Yes!.. Yes!… And more I will say yes!

I’m sure you’ve all heard the saying of keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Well, that my dear jury is exactly what I am up to! You see, as long as this tag charade continues, I can watch Frank get destroyed in that ring while I obtain all the glory of the victory and he obtains just another bloody lip, messed up shoulder, damaged ligaments, bloody foreheads… You understand now, right? This is all just one big game between the two of us, that I am currently winnin’! And the best part of all of this? The best part? ...Well, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the best part is that I’ll be there when Frank finally drops this nice guy act with his back truly against the wall! I’ll be there, at Back To Basics, when Frank’s personal pride and ambitions drive him to reveal his true character and do everythin’ a rabid animal can do to survive and capture the MSW gold! That’s what I mean by warnin’ The Bonecrushing Phailous! That’s what I mean by Frank Washington bein’ just another bad guy!

You see, currently the other half of this tag team title match will be seeing me as the true threat… But, no… No, no, no. Johnny B.… Yugo… Frank Washington will stop at nothing to cheat his way to victory and I, Robert Garland, will be there at ringside laughin’ as his charade falls to pieces and that backstabbin’ snake puts his personal greed first! This is his true character! This is not only my judgement, but this is the truth behind this “hero” of the masses!

Crowd: WASH-ING-TON! WASH-ING-TON! WASH-ING-TON!



Smith: How many times will it take for Garland to realize that Frank is a changed man!? What will it take for this psychopath to understand?

Bradford: Please Smith! We all know the history between these two men! Robert Garland can’t forget the way he was treated, and a man who would treat someone like Washington did can never fully change!

Robert Garland: Of course, of course you people will continue to act this way. I knew swayin’ you with just this revelation wouldn't be enough… So, to help you further understand my points I will now begin with this evidence that I have previously mentioned… And I will leave you, The MSW jury, the MSW faithful, to decide the fate of this man Frank Washington.

The crowd aggressively shouts as Garland ignores them and tries to turn their eyes to the screen. Bailiff Rech does his best to quiet them down, yelling out statements such as: “Garland is truth!" "Garland is just!" "Garland is righteous!” After a few moments, the screen pulls up a slightly dated looking image. A magazine cover, with Frank on the front, is displayed for the audience to see:

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The crowd mumbles in confusion as Garland displays the cover with pride. Garland smiles as the camera cuts back to him, standing at the podium and waiting to raise the microphone back to his mouth.

Robert Garland: And just look! The company itself was cheating and cutting corners when they put this magazine out there! Look at that lazy crop job! Can you be less subtle about yourselves?! Now, I know what you're gonna say to me... "But Garland, that picture's old!" "Frank's a changed man!" Well, you know what I SAY?! That anyone who will go that far to show that side of them and revel in it... That man will always be that very same person somewhere on the inside. Somewhere deep and down within them, where Frank is currently hidin' himself from all of you! That's right... And since we're talkin' about this very same character... How about I show you very recent footage of Frank Washington showing his true character?!

Once again, the cameras point to the screen, Garland signaling for footage to begin to roll, as a video plays of Frank Washington on his way to the MSW ring...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JeYXwlICuw



The crowd once again seems confused, as all Garland showed was Frank Washington entering the ring from the crowd. However, Robert Garland shows the very same smile as before, as he once again raises the microphone.

Robert Garland: I'm sure you all saw what I'm talkin' about, right!? That footage was from earlier tonight, and it was commandeered from one of you fans out there! You see, on his way to the ring tonight, for a dark match to please our local audience, Frank seemed to have gotten a little hot headed. What you didn't see, as the audience member was asked not to film it, was Frank punching one of you poor people as he entered the ringside area! That's right! He showed his true character... Tonight! This wasn't in the past! This wasn't "the old Frank Washington!" This was a cover up from the powers at be who are currently still working on protecting their playboy's image! You believe me yet!?

Crowd: WASH-ING-TON! WASH-ING-TON! WASH-ING-TON!



Garland, clearly upset, slams the gavel down violently as the audience starts to ignore him. With one final burst of energy, Garland brings the microphone back to his mouth as he and Travis Rech angrily address the audience.

Travis Rech: ORDA! Yer all sheep! Sheep!

Robert Garland: I'm tellin' you the truth! He's a bad guy, playin' off of you fools! You're gonna let him get away with all of this!? You're just gonna -

"Re-Education (Through Labor)" by Rise Against interrupts Garland mid-sentence as the crowd cheers, much to his dismay. Frank quickly emerges from the back with a microphone in hand, looking anything but pleased to see the dirty laundry being aired.

Smith: It's about time someone put a stop to this Kangaroo Court hearing!

Bradford: Kangaroo Court? Changed man or not these are crimes he has to answer for!

Frank Washington: You just don't get it do you? Time after time you come out here and you continue to demonize me based on my past while completely ignoring the man you've become today! I'm not going to make any excuses for that magazine cover from 2010... back then I was a different man, I was scum, a liar and a cheater back then.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



Garland smirks as the crowd seemingly begins to sway towards his side.

Bradford: The truth is out!

Frank Washington: And no matter how much I wish I could go back in time and correct the mistakes in the past... I can't take any of it back. But show me ONE person that has never done a thing in their life they've regretted, just one! We've all made mistakes in our lives and done things that we're not proud of, but who are you to judge the man I am now? You're living every waking moment of every day in the past while you think you're walking on water! Can't you put the past behind you and bury this hatchet for heaven forbid a month for sake of the tournament!? Even in the middle of a tag title chase you have to find whatever little nugget you can to paint me a the villain with preposterous stories like attacking a fan?

Frank shakes his head in disgust.

Frank Washington: I've NEVER hit a fan! I may have busted a fair share of my opponents open in my day and I may have even broken a coffee pot over an attack hound -

Garland sneers as Frank references their now famous brawl at Best of the Best.

Frank Washington: But I've never attacked a member of the audience without provocation! Not only would MSW and myself get slapped with a fat lawsuit but I'm simply not lucky enough like Bryce Manning to get away with it; otherwise I wouldn't have to deal with you! Garland... I'm tired of you ducking my challenges, I'm tired of you demonizing and assassinating my reputation that I've worked hard to rebuild, and I'm tired of you trying to end my career. This ends now!

Suddenly, Frank drops the microphone and removes his red jacket. Garland does the same with his judges outfit as Frank dashes to the ring. Immediately, the two start throwing punches, Garland getting the upper hand at first until Frank takes over!

Crowd: WASH-ING-TON! WASH-ING-TON! WASH-ING-TON!



Frank Washington shoves Garland back, Garland being bounced off the ropes and Frank hitting a hard looking shoulder block! As Garland hits the mat, Frank yells out a war cry, the audience fully behind him as Garland is reeling... Frank gets in position for The G.O.A.T...

*SMACK!*



Smith: Frank Washington was in full control until Travis Rech got involved!

Bradford: He was only looking out for his client! Frank Washington was looking to end his career!

With Garland now back in control, Rech calls for him to get back to his feet and removes a pair a handcuffs from his pocket. Garland gets the idea, the audience fully against him as he stomps Washington over and over again before taking the cuffs and dragging him to the nearest corner. With Washington in pain, Garland handcuffs him to the turnbuckle and lets a few more stomps go before arrogantly "posing" for the audience. The crowd completely reject him, Garland getting the chair from Rech and smacking it onto the mat a few times until -

Smith: Wait a minute! That's Yugo and Bonecrusher!

Bradford: What are they doing out here?! This is just getting more and more hectic by the minute!

Bonecrusher and Phailous hit the ring quickly, Garland noticing them and ducking out in a hurry. Travis Rech exits with Garland, both men yelling at The Bonecrushing Phailous as they check on Frank Washington and keep Garland from re-entering the ring. In complete frustration, Garland finally backs off, calling for Rech as both men exit through the crowd in a huff of anger. Rech yells back as Garland keeps walking away, The Bonecrushing Phailous un-cuffing Washington and helping him to his feet. Washington eyes the both of them, The Bonecrushing Phailous nodding back and keeping their guard as Washington exits the ring. With the ring now clear, The Bonecrushing Phailous begin to pose for the fans who are cheering for them loudly...

Bradford: They had no business coming out here! We were finally about to see this rivalry come to an end tonight! And why would they help their future opponent at Back To Basics?!

Smith: Well ladies and gentlemen, what appropriate timing nonetheless! It seems that Johnny B. & Yugo Phailous Vs. Leo Banks & Ian Windermear is next!

The Bonecrushing Phailous Vs The High Society

The referee signs for the bell to be rung and as it tolls Johnny B. immediately rushes forward to Ian Windermear the two to start the match with both of the men being brawlers it is a stiff hard fistfight with both men landing hard shots on the other. Johnny soon gets the upperhand on Ian Windermear with a few hard body shots. Grabbing the hand of Ian, Johnny whips him into the corner immediately following him there smashing his forearm into the side of Ian's head stunning Ian for a moment. Long enough for Johnny to run across the ring and run in with another forearm shot.

Smith: Johnny B. is making a much stronger impression in this match.

Bradford: I would say a slightly stronger impression.

Smith: Johnny tags in Yugo..

Bradford: Someone is about to get butthurt!

As Ian is trying to shake off the cobwebs in his head Yugo delivers a vicious atomic drop. Ian jumps forward and tags in Leo Banks. The two circle each other before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up going back and forth Leo uses his slight hight advantage to push Yugo into his corner delivering a knife edge chop to the chest. The slap of it is loud and Ian cringes in the corner before he tags himself in to the match.

Smith: Frequent tags by Banks and Windermear.

Bradford: Yugo is sent into the ropes.

Yugo comes flying of the ropes and Ian goes for the "Eat my forearm" but Yugo ducks underneath to bounce of the ropes across the ring and as Ian turns around Yugo delivers the "Cowboy in your face"

Smith: Cowboy in your face by Yugo and look at him go with those punches

Bradford: Those punches are not going to be enough.

Smith: Yugo makes his way to his corner and tags in Johnny..

Ian gets up only to be taken down by Johnny with a clothesline and again when he tries to get up again. As Ian gets up and tries to swing at Johnny. Johnny picks him up and hits him with the "Cement mixer" as the move is locked in you can see Ian trying to get out of it and from behind Leo Banks comes into the ring and knocks Johnny to the mat with a blow to the back of the head, effectively breaking the hold he had on Ian. As Johnny recovers from the blow to the head Ian makes his way to his corner and tags Leo into the match. He gets in to the ring and is acting all cocky and hits Johnny with a hiptoss three times in a row. He is standing tall and is acting cocky towards the crowd in attendance.

Smith: He is arrogant in there..

Bradford: He knows he is good and he shows it.

Smith: Ian wants back into the match and is reaching for the tag.

Leo is taking to long acting cocky and Johnny has recovered from the moves already and the two start trading blows and Johnny is getting the upperhand between the two of them.. When Leo has finally pushed away from Johnny and turns to his corner Ian jumps off the apron and ushers Leo to continue on. Waking The Demon by Bullets for my valentine hits the air.

Smith: What is he doing out here!

Bradford: That is Matt F'ing Ward! And he is coming for Leo Banks!

Leo is distracted with Matt Ward coming down to ringside with a huge smile on his face. Leo is shouting at him to get out of there but Matt actually gets on the apron to be Leo's partner.

Smith: No Matt is here to tag with Leo because Ian just bailed on him.

Bradford: He did not bail on Leo he recognizes Leo's greatness.

All of this distracted Leo so much Johnny had already made his way over to the corner and Yugo tags himself in and sneaks up behind Leo. Yugo taps him on the shoulder as Leo turns around he is poked in the eyes before he connects with "Shut eye time" and covers Leo for the pin the referee jumps into position

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Barbara Braman: Here are your winners, the team of Yugo Phailous and Johnny B.!

We are PURE!

As the match had just ended, out from behind the curtain steps Drew Stevenson standing on the stage with the microphone already in hand as he points in the ring at Leo and Matt.

Drew: Hey! Matt, Leo, don't go anywhere because I've got a little something to say to the two of you. See... I know you two were scheduled to have a No Disqualification match at Back to Basics but... well your no disqualification match at back to basics will not be happening!

Smith: What? Drew cancelling an advertised match for Back to Basics?

Bradford: The man isn't done! Shush!

Drew: -instead, the two of you will be the final two participants in the new championship match!

Freaking out in the ring, Leo is stomping and shaking his head no as you can hear him screaming.

Leo: NO! I am NOT facing or going near that overgrown monster! All he wants to do is hurt and ruin this handsome face! No! I refuse to let it happen, in fact-I quit!

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH! BYE BYE LEO, BYE BYE! *stomp stomp* BYE BYE LEO, BYE BYE! *stomp stomp*



Lowering his head momentarily, Drew then brings it back up and slightly nods his head.

Drew: Okay, okay... calm down now... Leo, since you're no longer employed here you can go ahead and get the hell out of my ring!

Crowd: YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!


Drew smirks.

Drew: That's fine man-- so in Leo's place will be none other than IAN WINDERMEAR! 

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH



Smith: What a blockbuster announcement by Drew! Matt Ward, Ian Windermear, Bradyn Saint and Chris Williams will compete for the new title!

Bradford: This is going to be interesting!

Matt and Ian stare at each other with smirk. The fans erupt into cheers as they are excited to see what will be such an epic encounter. Flashing that traditional smirk, Stevenson brings his hand into the air waving at the fans as they deafen the arena as he turns around and walks back through the gorilla curtain after having made a blockbuster announcement.

Marie Porter Vs Kat Jones

Coming back from commerical, the bell rang, Marie and Kat stood across the ring from each other, and our Women’s Champion, Artemis Kaiser was at the commentary table. The two girls went to the middle of the ring and shook hands and Kat made the first shot. Throwing elbows to Marie backing her up until Marie caught one and turned it into an arm drag taking Kat by surprise. She leaned up against the ropes looking at Marie who was to her feet and hunched over with a smile. Kat gave a smirk and rotated her arm a bit to make sure she still had feeling. They started to circle around each other and the crowd was loving it already.

Crowd: LET’S GO MAH-RIE! LET’S GO KAT! LET’S GO MAH-RIE! LET’S GO KAT! 



Smith: This crowd tonight is heavily between both ladies tonight!

Bradford: It’s like this EVERY time there’s a Women of Tradition match, Smith, they set the standard for women’s wrestling!

Artemis: You’re damn right we set the standard and this belt here proves it.

Smith: So Artemis, seeing the two potential challengers for your title in the ring right now, is there one particular one that you’d prefer to face?

Artemis: I really don’t care because I’m not going to lose this title. I broke Shawna Martinez’s neck to win this thing because that’s how important it is to me to be the best. Win at any cost. I’d love to rip Marie limb from limb and shove those bubbles down her throat, spaying that Kat would be nice too. Show her what a real champion does.

Bradford: See, Smith, that’s what I love about Artie! She’s so confident in her ability to win that there’s no other alternative! She is our champ after all!

Artemis: Never call me Artie again or I’ll break you too.

Smith: Might want to watch that one, Bradford, haha.

Meanwhile in the ring the two had locked up and were having a power struggle going back and forth with their steps before Marie flips Kat into a headlock but it doesn’t take long before Kat lifts Marie up and drops with a huge back body drop, bridged with a pin.

One… Two… Thr-NO! 



Marie got her shoulder up but Kat held the rear waist lock as they staggered to their feet. Marie wrapped her right arm around Kat’s head and used her leg to sweep Kat’s out and Marie took her over the hip and to the mat and held on with a pin.

One… Two.. Kick out! 



Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*  



Artemis: It’s… impressive but it’s not Women’s champion impressive.

Smith: These two always put on a clinic in the ring and tonight is no different! Just look at them go!

Bradford: And not half bad to look at, either!

Artemis: Comments like that are going to make me stab you.

Bradford: Feisty, I like it. I wonder if Peyton will give me his blessing.

The match continued as a massive back and forth, neither lady could really get the upper hand on one another as they knew each other so well. It led them to the corner where Kat started to light up Marie with vicious chops but that was until Marie caught one and flipped Kat into the corner. Marie took her up top looking for a massive superplex.

Smith: OH MAN! MASSIVE SUPERPLEX THERE FROM MARIE TO KAT! THEY’RE BOTH LAID OUT! MY GOD!

Bradford: Just further showing why our women are the best! Hey wait… Artie, where are you going!? Ooohhh hate to see you leave but love to watch you walk away…

Artemis had gotten up from the announcers table and headed to ringside with her belt in hand watching as the two women were getting up, slowly and staggerly. But once to their feet, Artemis slid into the ring and with the referee looking, nailed Kat in the back of the head with her championship belt. The bell rang almost immediately calling for the end of the match. Once Marie realized what was going on, it was too late because Artemis hit her with the belt as well.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU ARTIE! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* FUCK YOU ARTIE! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*

Barbara: Ladies and gentlemen… your winner by Disqualification… KAAAAAATTT!

Smith: I… I can’t believe what we just saw! Artemis interrupted the contenders match… essentially choosing to face Kat by getting Marie Porter disqualified! Especially after she just wished her luck on twitter earlier tonight!

Bradford: SHOCKER!

Smith: Well folks, it looks like we’re going to see Artemis taking on Kat for the championship at Back to Basics… but what will Marie and Kat have to say about this afterwar

“Hey, Artemis… Artemis… up here.”

Smith: Wait a minute… that’s Drew Stevenson! We’ve been seeing him enforce the authority given to him by Danny all night tonight!

Bradford: Kind of sickening.

Drew: Artemis, congratulations are in order. You managed to interrupt a classic match for the ages… so now you’ve got Kat at Back to Basics but that’s not going to be your only worry, little lady. See at Back to Basics we’re going to have ourselves a #1 contenders match-up with some strong up and coming women… and of course the woman you may have potentially cost a win tonight, Marie Porter. That’s right, at Back to Basics, Marie Porter will be challenging for the contendership of the Women’s championship and she will be joined by Heather Jones and Christine Nash! Thank you.

Artemis couldn’t believe what she was hearing and we cut backstage.

Handicap?

Backstage, we see Deacon Cash dressed up, getting a cup of coffee when he's interrupted by Roman Gold and TJ Bryce.

Roman Gold: Well look at what we've got here, Teej, a good ol' boy!

TJ Bryce: Would ya lookie there! I don't think I've ever actually seen one in person!

Deacon: What do y'all want? I ain't here ta be startin' no trouble.

Roman Gold: Well... I guess you're in the wrong place, bud, because you've started up a shit storm that you just can't get yourself out of. Because without your buddies Davis Wiley and Stefan Wallace, you've got nobody to back you up at Back to Basics.

"Hey, Deek, we got a problem here?"

Roman Gold and TJ Bryce both back up a bit when a rather large man, 6'8" large, steps into the scene.

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAH!

Smith: Wait a minute, I can't believe it! That's Bobby Langford from LEGACY Wrestling! What's he doing here?!

Bradford: Getting in where he doesn't belong, for starters.



Deacon Cash: Yeah, Bobby! These guys seem ta be thinkin' they're gonna beat tha tar outta me at Back ta Basics since I ain't gotta partner anymore.

Bobby Langford: Well that's unfortunate for them Deacon, because you do have a partner. I just got done talking with Drew Stevenson and he told me about the situation and I volunteered to be your partner. I figured with the hospitality you've shown me I'd be more than happy to return the favor.

Deacon Cash: Yeah! So why don't y'all run along an play doll house an I'll see ya at Back to Basics!

Bryce Manning Vs James Peterson

As MSW returns from their final commercial break MSW Champion Bryce Manning and James Peterson are in the middle of the ring awaiting the start of the match.

Smith: It’s main event time! James Peterson has a hell of an opportunity against our MSW Champion and a victory here would not only put him on the map but in prime position to stake claim to MSW gold!

Bradford: Even a loss would put this guy on the map! Two weeks ago Tommy Angel’s star was just starting to shine before squaring off against Bryce; afterwards he’s become a supernova! There’s no shame in losing to Bryce Manning and he’ll prove exactly why he’s GOD!

Smith: As talented as Bryce Manning is I agree with James Peterson, he’s mortal, he’s beatable. So far he’s beaten every challenge sent his way, from the championship tournament to Daniel Smart but as the old saying goes “the bigger they are the harder they fall.” James Peterson is a very calculating and intelligent individual having obtained several PhDs in his studies; Bryce Manning isn’t going to have an easy ride this time.

As the bell rings both competitors engage in an impressive show of chain wrestling for the first few moments. Bryce Manning manages to get the upperhand and with a side suplex sending Peterson to the mat in agony. Bryce smirks and grinds his forearm into his face, slapping him several times before going for the pin. In supreme arrogance he pins with arm on his opponent’s chest, lying down.

1!

Tw-/KICKOUT!

Smith: Not even 2, what arrogance!

Bradford: When you’re as good as Bryce Manning you can do whatever you want!

Bryce poses for a moment to taunt the fans before James Peterson shoves him in the back! The crowd roars as each man quickly makes it back to their feet for another round of chain grappling. This time James Peterson comes out on the better end of the exchange with an impressive belly to belly suplex! James Peterson runs against the ropes and hits a low dropkick to the face of the champion! Before Peterson can continue his assault however Bryce Manning quickly rolls out of the ring calling for a time out and shakes his head.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO! YOU’RE A PUSSY! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU’RE A PUSSY! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU’RE A PUSSY! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU’RE A PUSSY! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* YOU’RE A PUSSY! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Bradford: Now that’s unfair! Look at the blatant disrespect the crowd is showing our champion!

Smith: What do you expect? He trashes the fans, he trashes his opponent and tries to humiliate him,. Bryce got what was coming to him if you ask me

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4!

Manning takes his time checking his wrist as if he was telling the time as he makes a gesture with his free hand to tell the referee to do his thing

5!

6!

7!

James Peterson has had enough as he darts out of the ring and chases the champion in pursuit around the ring! The referee shouts at both to get back in the ring but its all for naught as they race around the ring on the outside.

1!

2!

3!



Bryce quickly slides back in the ring after running halfway around the ring. As Peterson darts back in the ring Bryce Manning slides out yet again. Peterson exits again but this time the Champion is ready and hits a stiff elbow to the head stunning his opponent. Manning then tosses Peterson to the steps with a hard irish whip, as he crashes and falls to the floor after a loud thump! Manning quickly rolls back into the ring and instructs the referee to count with haste.

1!

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5!

Peterson begins to stir as he grabs ahold of the apron in an attempt to pull himself up. The Champion, concerned that his opponent was surely going to break the 10 count quickly goes towards the apron, and goes to stomp on his hand. Peterson recoils back having lost his grip momentarily.

6!

7!

Peterson manages to make it back to his feet as Manning sticks his head between the middle and top rope to grab his opponent by the hair and unleashing a few strikes. Peterson rears back with all his might and retaliates with a stiff MMA styled elbow strike causing him to immediately lose his grip. Peterson quickly follows up with an Enziguri kick causing Manning to slump and fall to the outside!

Crowd: PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON! PETE-ER-SON!

Smith: The ring can’t contain these two, look at James Peterson giving the champion a run for his money! Bryce Manning expected an easy ride but Peterson is giving him some major turbulence right now!

Bradford: This is a travesty! He’s treating Bryce Manning without a shred of respect! He’s the cornerstone of MSW! He’s trying to injure the champion like a rabid savage, PhD my ass!

Smith: Professional Wrestling is a physical, violent sport by nature, Bradford. The man who holds the MSW Championship has the biggest target on his back; he’s the man to beat bar none. When you get an opportunity against the king of the mountain you pull out all the stops.

Bradford: Thank you oh great and knowledgeable Einstein. There’s going all out and there’s trying to intentionally injure an athlete, it’s disgusting!

Smith: Quit the witch hunt already! This match has been as clean as you’d expect with Bryce Manning in the ring.

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2!

James Peterson knew his chance was here to turn the tables and never look back. Not wanting to win a hollow victory he quickly grabbed the champion by his head and slid him back inside the ring. With the crowd firmly behind him he shoots a series of stiff kicks to the head and chest of Manning once he makes it up to his knees. Manning tries to block the kicks but Peterson alternates between the head and chest. Manning wisely retreats to the ropes and sticks his head and torso underneath it holding his hands up forcing the referee to call a rope break.

1!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Peterson backs off as the referee scolds him giving Bryce Manning an opportunity to recover. After discussing the situation for a moment with the official Peterson goes to pick Manning up only to get gouged in the eye!

Crowd: Fuck you Manning! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* Fuck you Manning! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* Fuck you Manning! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* Fuck you Manning! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*

Smith: Absolutely despicable! There’s no low to which Bryce Manning won’t sink to!

Bradford: He’s showing everyone why he’s the champion! Show some respect four OUR champion!

Manning seizing the opportunity quickly follows up with a running bulldog before locking Peterson into a single legged boston crab!

Smith: Manning hits the Jersey Devil Combo! This could be it?

Bradford: This IS it! He’s going to tap!

Peterson yells in pain as he reaches for the ropes as Manning applies more pressure. Peterson looks like he’s about to tap but at the last second he reaches out and grabs ahold of the bottom rope! Despite this Manning wrenches back on the leg and applies even more pressure as the referee quickly tries to pull him off before starting the 5 count.

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4!

FIV-

Manning releases the hold at the last possible second. The referee gets in his face but Manning threatens to hit the referee who backs off holding his hands up and pointing to his shirt. Manning smirks and goes to pick his opponent off the mat and signals for the Spineshanker but Peterson manages to reverse into a DDT!

Smith: Desperation by James Peterson, he manages to avoid defeat for the time being. Peterson’s showing that veteran ring awareness and he’s taking the fight to the Champion.

Bradford: It’s not over until it’s over, and Bryce Manning says it isn’t over!

Smith: Are you the president of the Bryce Manning Fanclub? You sing his praises at every opportunity.

Bradford: You’re damn right I am! And don’t you forget it!

Peterson seeing his window of opportunity closing rapidly goes to put this one away in the record books as he locks in his patented ankle lock, the Therapist Treatment! James Peterson torques the pressure on the ankle as Manning screams out in pain! The crowd is on their feet and roaring in support as Manning reaches for the ropes only to be pulled back to the center of the ring.

Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Smith: James Peterson has him! He has him in the center of the ring with nowhere to run! James Peterson is on the verge of making history!

Bradford: Dammit no! Don’t tap Bryce!

The referee asks Bryce if he wants to quit only hearing a resounding “FUCK NO!” as a response. Bryce Manning makes one last desperation attempt to crawl back to the ropes but Peterson has none of it as he again drags him back to the center of the ring. Just as it looks like the Champion would tap he manages to roll through and catch him inside a cradle pin. The referee quickly drops to the mat to count the pin as Bryce Manning manages to grab a fist full of tights for leverage.

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3!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bradford: Bryce Manning escapes! Eat that Smith! WOOOOOOO!

Barbara Braman: Here is your winner…. The MSW Champion…. BRYCE MANNING!

Bryce Manning grins as he raises his arms in the air as Peterson looks up in shock holding up 2 fingers while the ref holds up 3.

Smith: James Peterson had the champion beat but that little snake in the grass cheated to pull out the victory! Is this the kind of champion we want representing the state of Missouri?

Bradford: You’re DAMN right we do! You don’t become champion by being a charity case; you do what you have to get your arm raised at the end! Bryce Manning is the very definition of what a champion should be!

The crowd then erupts as Peyton Von Licht can be seen making a beeline for the ring, unable to tolerate his antics a second longer.

Smith: IT'S PEYTON! PEYTON VON LICHT IS COMING!

Bradford: What is that punk doing out here?!

Smith: I'd say it has something to do Bryce's words earlier tonight!

Manning wisely rolls out of the ring and quickly grabs his belt from the time keeper as Peyton enters the ring, shaking his head and wagging his finger. Bryce Manning wisely hops over the barricade and starts exiting through the crowd as Peyton is fuming with anger.

Smith: That’s all the time we have tonight as the road to Back to Basics is approaching its end with one final stop in two weeks. For Bradford thank you for tuning in and we’ll see you next week!




Dark Match Results

Dylan Thomas def. Frank Washington

Heather Jones def. Autumn Raven

TJ Bryce def. St. Tuck w/ Pornstar Ron