2016.02.27: PWN - MSW - UNSTOPPABLE 18
Contents
- 1 The Card
- 2 Intro
- 3 Let's Get This Party Started!
- 4 Frank Debauchee vs Legacy Banks
- 5 The Big Name Talent
- 6 Drew Stevenson vs Chris Orton
- 7 The Panic! Has Spoken
- 8 Chris Williams vs Chris Alans
- 9 Delsin Oswald vs Tevolo
- 10 Nikki Venom vs Jorge Santos
- 11 Join the Party, Charles!
- 12 Silas Romero vs Loose Cannon
- 13 Party Time!
- 14 Tracy Race vs Phoenix Winterborn
- 15 IC4 & The Skylarks vs The Capital Crew
- 16 Not So Fast Mr. Stevenson
- 17 The Evil Shades vs Matt Ward
- 18 Artemis Kaiser w/ Peyton Kaiser vs TJ Bryce w/ Well Connected
- 19 TJ Bryce segment
- 20 Duke Andrews vs MSW Champion Tommy Angel w/ First Class
The Card
Date: Saturday, February 27th
Location: Folly Theater in Kansas City, MO
Commentary: Alex Smith (play-by-play), Alex Bradford (color)
Promoter: Isaac Cornelius III
(Match Order/Card Subject to Change)
Frank Debauchee vs Legacy Banks
Frank Debauchee is a man that is one of a kind that doesn't need a whole lot of introduction so we'll let him take care of that part as we saw a small vignette on US17. Frank makes his debut against newcomer and fellow debut competitor Legacy Banks.
Singles Match
Drew Stevenson vs Chris Orton
To say that Drew Stevenson had a rough week at US17 is an understatement. Not only was Drew issued with a protection notice from IC3 by attorney Eugene Verano and told that he's going to have to compete in the parking lot. But as if things couldn't get any worse for him after losing everything he was attacked by a mysterious man in black that was revealed to be "The Radical" Wolf Parker that launched an attack on Drew. Drew tried to fight back but not even security to keep these two apart and Wolf ended up leaving Drew in a wreckage of his truck window and Wolf drove off with Drew's truck. Wolf isn't scheduled to compete but if he's got his eyes on Drew, you can be sure that Drew will have eyes in the back of his head as Chris Orton is looking to redeem his loss to Silas Romero at US17.
Singles Match
Tevolo vs Delsin Oswald
Tevolo is newcomer but he's the next prospect of the legendary "Infamous" Jacob Mitchell and if Jake sees something in somebody it's 99% of the time because they've got some sort of "it" factor for him to take his time to work with them. However he has a tough debut against Delsin Oswald, one of IC3's hand picked star athletes and member of First Class. Delsin of course didn't have things go quite his way at the end of US17 being taken out by newcomer Barrel who joined up with Frankie Cocheese. They chose First Class to pick a fight with so they're definitely out numbered. So the questions here are: how will Tevolo hold up against First Class? With the team mentality can the Infamous fend off First Class? Will Delsin be able to keep focused after what happened to him and First Class at the end of US17? So many variables make this match of prospects very interesting.
Singles Match
Nikki Venom vs Jorge Santos
Nikki wasn't entirely successful in his PURE 15 title match as far as the victory went but it didn't stop him from turning a couple of heads. Jorge Santos fills a last minute vacancy here proving that nothing is immune to *card subject to change*. Jorge Santos was an old crowd favorite from MSW's early days and scored a massive upset in the inaugural round of the MSW Championship tournament, the same one that was ultimately won by Bryce Manning. While Jorge Santos didn't advance to the third round of the tournament the blue collar luchadore from Mexico is looking to catch lightning in a bottle once again. IC3 must certainly be scouting for future contenders and a win here could project either man into that picture. With IC3 you never know but he's always looking for the next best thing.
Singles Match
Loose Cannon vs Silas Romero
The match was initially scheduled to be Halvard Vinter and Silas Romero however Halvard was brought down with an injury that could not medically clear him in time for the match. As a result, Halvard is taking some time off to recover and stepping in, in his place at last minute is the P-I-M-P Loose Cannon. Silas is coming off of a big win over Chris Orton and is looking to get an impact going in MSW, while he looks at the gold in the future. Loose Cannon has been around the business for a while and could prove to be Silas' biggest opponent yet. But a win here for either party could be huge.
Singles Match
Tracy Race vs Phoenix Winterborn
Winterborn had tough luck the past 2 shows, first losing to Delsin Oswald to start and then in a tag team match, teaming with Duke Andrews to take on Delsin and MSW Champion Tommy Angel he was left to compete in a handicap match when IC3 had Duke Andrews arrested for trespassing on Emerald Academy property mid-match. They're even calling him West Nile Winterborn now and he's really not taking kindly to it. But now is the time Winterborn has another challenge where he can possibly redeem his losses in his battle with First Class as he takes on another well experienced wrestling coming our way from MLLS in Mexico, "The Experience" Tracy Race who defeated Matt Ward in his debut. Both men are veterans from two different walks of earth so to see styles collide in this one will be a match people will remember for a while to come.
Tag Team Handicap Match
Special Referee: Billy Vegas
IC4 & The Skylarks vs Frankie Cocheese & Barrel
IC4, the son of IC3 and the Skylarks who are a couple of lackeys felt the wrath of two men we haven't seen in the gold ol' USA in a little while now, Frankie Cocheese and Barrel. They debuted with impact when nobody expected it and we came to find out that the multiple signings reported a few weeks ago were actually these two men. They launched an attack on First Class coming from the crowd and leaving nothing but a trail of bodies behind them. What is it exactly they want? Well we do know First Class is none too happy. We'll find out the rest soon enough in this 3 on 2 handicap tag team match.
Handicap Match
The Evil Shades vs Matt Ward
From the Realm of Shades comes almost near impossibilities with Red Fireballs and Magic Purple Sand but they've managed to fall just short while getting ahead of themselves. Perhaps it's Blue's fault. Or perhaps they need to just pay more attention. Either way they take on the gate keeper, Matt Ward in a 2 on 1 handicap match. Matt Ward hasn't had the best of luck either, first Logan Brock and then Trace Race so this match can be good for either party, whomever picks up the win here could find themselves looking at a possible PURE 15 Contendership match.
Singles Match
MSW PURE 15 CHAMPIONSHIP
Special Referee: Billy Vegas
Artemis Kaiser w/ Peyton Kaiser vs TJ Bryce w/ Well Connected
Artemis has proven time and time again to be a fighting champion and to easily be one of the best to ever step in the ring. She's coming off of a very hard fought successful championship defense in that fatal 4 way at US17 but TJ Bryce who was just shy of breaking up the pin that won Artemis the match had demanded a championship rematch which IC3 gladly granted. So Artemis looks to defend her PURE 15 title one more time but under less stressful but perhaps tougher circumstances as she faces TJ Bryce 1 on 1 but his right hand men, T-Zone and The Lenny (Well Connected) will be accompanying him and so to even the odds, Peyton Kaiser will be in Artemis' corner. Will Artemis retain the title 1 more time or will First Class claim the gold with Special First Class referee Billy Vegas on board?
MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE
Special Referee: Billy Vegas
Duke Andrews vs Tommy Angel w/ First Class
To say things went down badly for Duke Andrews is an understatement. Thankfully he had a pretty decent lawyer and got out of the charges pretty quickly, scathing by with just some hefty fines after being arrested mid-match by order of IC3 at US17. But now we finally get the 1 on 1 both men have been looking forward to. Duke Andrews goes 1 on 1 in a non title match against MSW Champion, Tommy Angel. Of course, Tommy will have the entire First Class group in his corner and the First Class official calling the shots. Duke appears to be stacked up against a wall but if he can somehow pick up the win? This may catapult Duke Andrews into the championship picture as we start to for challengers to begin our journey to our first Supercard. How will Duke fare? Make sure to tune in to find out!
Intro
Bradford: I wish I could say the same about the arena! Half of our audience is outside with the Drew Stevenson Tailgate sideshow!
Smith: Well I'm glad you brought that up Bradford. For the first time ever we'll be holding a match across the street in the O'Reilly's parking lot. For those of you who have been long time fans or have been following along through Twitter and the news is that due to a court order Drew Stevenson must fulfill his commitments at least 300ft away from IC3. Which unfortunately leaves the arena itself a no go.
Bradford: And he brought it on himself! But enough about him; I want to talk about what's ACTUALLY going to be going on during the show, in the Folly Theater. We have Mr. February himself in the house, that's right Frank Debauchee! Artemis Kaiser defends her PURE 15 Championship for the third week in a row when my boy TJ Bryce gets his much deserved rematch! Plus THE SHADES are in action!
Smith: Also to come Tevolo, the student of The Infamous himself will be in one on one action against Delsin Oswald after a very emotional week with the passing of The Ultra Christian Othniel. While most of the wrestling world was mourning several people decided to piss on the Legacy of the Dead and I honestly hope Oswald and Debauchee get their asses kicked tonight.
Bradford: Are we still going on about that? You need to take after that song from Frozen and Let It Go!
Smith: It's despicable is what it is. You didn't have to like everyone you worked with but when death snuffed out a young, promising athlete's career you set your personal agendas aside just for one minute, one minute and you paid your respects. Even though he never worked directly for MSW he worked with our sister promotion LEGACY and that makes him a member of the extended family. The rest of us here at MSW would like to extend our condolences to the friends and family of Mr. Othniel. We will keep you in our thoughts and prayers during this incredibly difficult time.
Bradford: Enough, enough! You're missing track of the big picture! Tonight in the main event Duke Andrews will finally get what's coming to him as our MSW Champion Tommy Angel beats some respect into that little rebel's skull while he puts the roster on notice! Tonight is First Class's night, and mark my words Smith, but the end of tonight everyone will be talking; as if they weren't already.
Smith: The deck may be stacked against Duke Andrews but that never stopped him before. He's a man that doesn't want to know the odds; he just sets out to defy them. He plans to finish the job he started on the last unstoppable and I just pray he gets a chance to do it the right way; without First Class bailing Tommy out again.
Bradford: Tommy doesn't need bailouts! Tommy said it himself, you can't play on a bunch of ifs and should have beens; if it was meant to happen it would've happened! Duke thought Tommy was going to tap out but because he had to be stupid and break the law we'll never know for sure. But I do know the result will be the same, First Class gets the W and Duke takes the L.
Smith: You get a bonus every time you shill First Class don't you?
Bradford: You're damn right! I'm getting paid like an elite commentator while you're making minimum wage after you eat the fines you rack up week after week for diverging from the official media policy.
Let's Get This Party Started!
The camera cuts to the O'Reilly's parking lot across the street. The ring is already set up as smoke is rising from the grill as Drew Stevenson is already flipping burgers and hotdogs for the tailgate party. A few friends of Drew can be seen helping set up the tables; Scotty Addams, Duke Andrews, and Tevolo as well as a few volunteers from the autoshop. The camera pans around as people are already showing up in droves and even a contingent of fans are actually leaving the arena and crossing over to the parking lot to engage in the festivities.
Drew Stevenson: Kansas City, Missouri how are you tonight?
A chorus a cheers erupts from the crowd as he scoops the burgers up with a spatula and slides them onto the buns before grabbing a pair of tongs and placing the hotdogs in their respective buns.
Drew Stevenson: Tonight is going to be a huge night for all of us. Ichabod Crane can try to silence the fans, he can try and punish his own talent but tonight we're going to fight back. We're going to fight back by doing the one thing Ichabod Crane hates the most; by having fun. He thought he could punish me and all of you by making me wrestle in a parking lot but the only thing he did was create competition. If you think the prices at the snackbar are too high? Come here, we'll take care of you. Ticket prices too high? Come here, we'll take care of you and give you a night filled of fun for the whole family and a wrestling match to boot! Just sick and tired of Ichabod Crane's corruption? Come on over to Drew Stevenson's Tailgating party; sponsored by your local O'Reilly's!
The crowd cheers even louder.
Drew Stevenson: We got enough food and drinks to last till midnight or later so grab a plate and dig in! We'll also be more than glad to take pictures and sign autographs throughout the night. Everyone is welcome except Ichabod Crane's boys! Let's get this party started!
Bradford: The nerve of this guy! This scumbag is actively engaging in trying to hurt MSW's bottom line!
Smith: I think it's brilliant actually. He's turning a negative into a positive and he's making it a fan experience to boot. He's using it as a way to give back to the fans.
Bradford: He's a traitor! Danny would be ashamed of his nephew competing against his baby boy!
Smith: Now you're a Danny Stevenson guy? What happened to being a part of team First Class? Besides Danny gave him his blessing!
Bradford: Oh come on, he has Alzheimers, he can't even remember what he ate for breakfast!
Smith: You know that's a bold faced lie! Danny is healthy as a horse and enjoying his retirement.
Bradford: Denial is not just a river in Egypt apparently with you. I hope this punk gets what's coming to him!
Frank Debauchee vs Legacy Banks
Hall of fame by the script hits and the lights go out completely.
Yeah, you can be the greatest
You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest
You can beat the world
You can beat the war
You can talk to God, go banging on his door
You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock (yeah)
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don't wait for luck
Dedicate yourself and you gon' find yourself
The chorus hits and all the lights turn on. Standing at the top of the ramp is Legacy Banks in his gold ring gear and black and gold cape.
Standing in the hall of fame (yeah)
And the world's gonna know your name (yeah)
'Cause you burn with the brightest flame (yeah)
And the world's gonna know your name (yeah)
And you'll be on the walls of the hall of fame
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently residing in his Vacation Home in Cancun, Mexico, weighing 202lbs... Legacy Banks IV!
Smith: Welcome back to Unstoppable ladies and gentlemen. I'm Alex Smith alongside my broadcast partner Alex Bradford.
Bradford: I'm the only Alex that matters, naturally.
Smith: Ignoring that. To kick off Unstoppable we have a double debut between Legacy Banks IV and Frank Debauche. Legacy is the the cousin of Leo Banks, an alumni from the previous season.
Bradford: Legacy? Are you shitting me? Did his parents hate him as a child or something? Who names their kid Legacy?
Smith: It's certainly an unorthodox name but tonight he definitely has the chance to prove that he is deserving of his birthright.
Legacy looks at the crowd with a scowl on his face as he takes the cape off and starts running down the ramp. Once at the bottom he slides into the ring and clears it sliding to the outside of the other side. He hops back onto the apron and vaults himself over the top rope with a somersault.
The sounds of women moaning broadcast across the public address system. Shortly following you're rattled by.
"Step inside, walk this way. You and me babe, Hey! Hey!"
Def Leppard "pour some sugar" blares at an obnoxiously high level, strength testing the speakers volume. The Missouri locals stand in attendance, the voices carrying a low undertone boo. From behind the curtain steps Frank Debauchee in all his glory. A robe decorates his statuesque figure. It's gaudy in decor, rivaling anything scene before. His lips puckered up, the mustache shining in all its glory. Behind him trots Lainey Rae, A beautiful red headed vixen. She's dressed in a low riding pair of daisy dukes, the waist line well beneath her pelvic bone. The top was equally as revealing. Simply enough to cover the mammary glands. It's capped off with a shinny pair of cowboy boots and a hat.
Gavin Grey: Hailing from the land of Smexy and being accompanied by Lainey Rae, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... Frank Debauchee!
Bradford: Now this guy has the world at his fingertips! It's Mr. February himself! I've been waiting for this moment.
Smith: Frank Debauchee certainly has a high opinion of himself that's for sure. Earlier in the week he and Tevolo had a heated and passionate exchange following the untimely death of “The Ultra” Christian Othenial. Tevolo took exception to this and one could also imagine that Jacob Mitchell was infuriated by these remarks as well.
Bradford: The show must go on Smith. One billionaire once uttered the words “Life sucks, and then you die.” It's a tragedy but at the end of the day Mr. February is just doing his job.
Smith: That sounds about as bogus as “just following orders”. A spade is a spade and it's wrong either way.
Frank's arms spread wide, ingesting all the negative feedback these ungrateful ingrates bestow upon him. Spinning a full three sixty he basks in the ambiance. Walking down towards the ring he'll momentarily stop to bad mouth a local.
Lainey Rae takes center stage and trots up the steel steps and alongside the apron. Frank still pandering to the front row section. Lainey sits on the middle rope and hoists the top up with her shoulder. Frank licks his finger tips and uses the saliva to comb the mustache before strutting that sweet stuff up on the apron.
Enter the ring through the window provided by Lainey Rae; Frank spins full circle his arms raised above his head. Lainey enters behind him as she positions herself so Frank's back is directly in front of her. Her hands clasp the shoulders of the robe, slowly peeling it back revealing the goods. Frank's pecks dance as Lainey fully unrobes him.
Lainey makes bail, exiting with the robe in hand. The main attraction interlocks his fingers behind his head and starts twirling his hips.
As the match begins Banks tries to get the jump on Debauchee from when he was twirling his lips. Debauchee quickly catches him with a sharp elbow to the head after Banks attempted to kick him in the back. Debauchee follows up with a few european uppercuts before whipping him to the ropes and popping him up into the air only to watch him freefall to the mat. Banks clutches his midsection in pain as he writhes on the mat as Debauche drops to the mat and lays on his side next to him, striking a pose for the ladies in attendance before jabbing two fingers into the eyes of Banks, Three Stooges style, as he tries to sit up.
Bradford: And Mr. February is just taking it to the rookie.
Smith: It's unnecessary if you ask me.
Bradford: Unnecessary? He's wrestling circles around him already!
Smith: We're not even 30 seconds into the match! And what's unnecessary is that eye gouge; this is Missouri State Wrestling not Saturday Night Three Stooges!
Bradford: I don't see Stevenson, Addams, and Andrews out here.
Smith: Funny.
Banks grabs his face in agony as Debauchee continuously slaps him in the face for the sole purpose of humiliating the young rookie before driving his elbow into his throat. Debauchee goes to cover Banks for the pin but pulls his shoulders off the mat after a count of 2 before shoving his head back down to the mat with an open palm. Debauchee gets up and goes to the far left turnbuckle and begins to undo the padding much to the referee's dismay as he repeatedly pleads with Debauchee to cease this activity at once.
Smith: And now he's trying to undo the padding on the turnbuckle? How is this necessary?
Bradford: Trial by fire Smith. Everyone has to pay their dues sooner or later and right now Banks is about to cash out with his.
Smith: Debauchee is risking disqualification by doing this. Those pads aren't just for show, they're there for safety reasons. Have you ever been whipped into a turnbuckle?
Bradford: No.
Smith: It hurts; like hell. I had one match 8 years ago and long story short. Someone abused their power and decided to take their frustrations out on a nonwrestler and I was the one that got the short end of the stick. Even with the padding I was feeling it for a few days after.
Bradford: So you even failed as a wrestler? That's hilarious!
Smith: I actually won that match. 1-0 Bradford.
Bradford: ...
Debauchee just flashes a devilish grin and backs off as the referee attempts to reattach the turnbuckle padding. Debauchee notices Banks trying to get back onto his feet and quickly puts an end to any impending comeback attempt as he kicks full force into the groin of Banks, for an about as illegal as you can get low blow behind the referee's back. This would be enough for most to attempt to put someone away but Debauchee had other plans as he quickly grabs a hold of Banks arm as he falls backward and irish whips him into the turnbuckle... and the referee.
Smith: This is just abuse at this point. That was blatant and intentional!
Bradford: Abuse? It was an accident! He thought the referee was done doing his job and he just didn't get out of the way in time!
Smith: Riiight. And how are you going to explain that obvious low blow?
Bradford: Obvious? Watch the replay at home later and tell me it was obvious! He was clearly losing his balance and he nearly fell over. Thankfully he was able to regain his center of gravity before suffering a tragic fall!
Debauchee quickly returns to removing the turnbuckle cover unopposed and picks up the motionless body of Legacy Banks and lifts him up for the classic snake eyes to the exposed turnbuckle before slumping into the corner. From there Debauchee wastes no time going for the Thunder down under (stink face in corner a la Rikishi). Banks squirms and struggles as Debauchee goes to the center of the ring and twirls his hips as Banks pukes to the outside on the corner.
Smith: Oh come on! Talk about adding insult to injury!
Bradford: Welcome to Missouri, Banks!
Banks gets up and stumbles forward only to step into the ready arms of Debauchee as he locks in an connects with the Debauchery (Rude Awakening). Debauche grabs the referee by the shirt and heaves him forward towards the center of the ring in an attempt to revive him, giving him a few light slaps in the face to get him to shake off the bump. Debauchee then rolls Banks over and places his elbow on his chest striking a pose. 1, 2, 3.
Winner: Frank Debauchee
The Big Name Talent
Outside behind the building, IC3, Verano, Referee Billy Vegas, Delsin Oswald, Tommy Angel, Trampke, IC4, and The Skylarks are all here. They are divided to each side, and IC3 has a big smile on his face. Literally, the red carpet is rolled out as he waits for a limo, but instead a truck pulls up. And stepping out from the driver side is IC3’s big aquisition that has been advertised over the past week, the “big name” if you will. IC3 is looking so pleasantly happy and from around the truck is a man that is a little hard to recognize at first because of his long hair as he carries his duffle bag over his shoulder, but the crowd in the arena erupted once they recognized who it was. IC3 then confirmed it.
IC3: CHRIS... WILLIAMS! Just the man we were all waiting for! So glad to have you back in the NEW and IMPROVED Missouri State Wrestling.
Chris: Uh… yeah. So what’s with the carpet?
IC3: Only the best for our newest acquisition. You deserve it after all! Come Chris! We have much to discuss about your future because now that you’re back, you have a bright one ahead of you!
The Skylarks are on the camera right, Chris and IC3’s left and they’re throwing their arms up with a chant, “CHRIS! CHRIS! CHRIS! CHRIS!” before Tommy Angel smacks them upside the head to get them to stop. IC3 puts his hand on Chris’ mid back to usher him towards the doors into the Folly Theater. And just as they approach the door, Charles Mattias comes out with microphone in hand and IC3 rolls his eyes.
IC3: STOP! Stop right there, Charles. What do you want? Make it snappy before I fire you.
Charles Mattias: I just heard the news that the former PURE 15 champion, Chris Williams was back and I had to come see it for myself to confirm! Chris, being here with First Class, did you come back to join them? Are you setting your sights on the winner of tonight’s PURE 15 championship match? You were just gone without a trace after RWD, where have you been the last year and a half?! Please, Chris, the people want to know!
IC3: ENOUGH! I can’t have you pestering MSW”s newest big name. Now, Chris, we have business to discuss, starting with your match tonight.
First Class walks off into the building as Mattias stands there.
Charles Mattias: Well folks, we may not have got the answers yet that we’re looking for but IC3 seems to be going all out for the return but one thing we can confirm is that just a little bit later tonight, Chris Williams returns to action! Back to you guys at ringside.
Drew Stevenson vs Chris Orton
Smith: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Most of you are used to watching the action take place within the building but due to a Protective Order set in place by IC3 and Eugene Varano, Drew Stevenson is banned from the building.
Bradford: That's right! He is prohibited from coming within 300 feet of IC3, his children, and his property. Since IC3 is the owner of MSW and since he always attends his own shows that means that Stevenson has no choice but to compete at a suitable setting of his choosing.
Smith: It's disgusting if you ask me. IC3 had this sham of an order approved by the legal system just to make things more difficult for him.
Bradford: Well if he would've actually shown up to court then he could have made his case but because he decided to be a degenerate punk he automatically forfeited his defense and accepted a default judgment by virtue of his absence. The law is the law, and Lady Justice is blind.
The camera quickly cuts to IC3 sitting in a chair with a pair of binoculars on the MSW side of things, respecting the 300ft restriction himself, giving himself about 50ft of extra distance just to be on the safe side. Next to him was Eugene Varano who appeared a bit irritated at the gathering around the parking lot ring.
Smith: Anyway a good deal of people have already gathered for the match and subsequent tailgate, the arena is at just a little more than half capacity right now.
Bradford: This is an anti-competitive practice! He is employed with MSW and he's actively drawing revenue away from the arena!
Smith: Well you have nobody to blame but IC3 seeking the frivolous order to begin with.
Bradford: Frivolous? The man was in fear for his life! Drew Stevenson is a damned criminal!
The camera cuts back to the ring set up in the parking lot. The ring apron sported the O'Reilly's logo and not MSW's and appeared to be a better ring than one would expect with professional craftmanship. Drew Stevenson was already standing in the ring in his gear, having just tossed off his BBQ Apron. Fans were gathered around the ring with a party going on in the background. A referee was in the ring and there was an intern manning the bell nearby. Chris Orton however was off to the side, outside the ring surrounded by go-karts.
Smith: Drew is already in the ring and Orton is on the outside. I don't think he got the memo.
Bradford: The match is in the ring you idiot!
The referee calls for the bell as he continues to usher Orton to the ring who refuses to enter the ring.
2!
Chris Orton: FIGHT ME DREW! FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN! THIS IS A PARKING LOT! PARKNG LOT BRAWLS DON'T HAVE A RING!
4!
Chris Orton: WHY ARE YOU COUNTING?! THERE'S NO COUNTOUTS IN PARKING LOT BRAWLS!
Smith: It appears we're having a failure to communicate here.
Bradford: That's an understatement! Don't be a damn fool, get in the ring!
6!
7!
Chris Orton: STOP COUNTING! THIS IS A PARKING LOT BRAWL!
Mike Maddix: NO IT'S NOT! 8! 9! 10!
Smith: It appears Drew Stevenson won by... essentially forfeit.
Bradford: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!
Smith: I guess he was serious when he said he wouldn't wrestle him in the ring and only fight in a “parking lot brawl” in his video earlier this week.
Bradford: STUPID!
Drew Stevenson shrugs and exits the ring to go put on his apron. Chris Orton is incensed and takes a loose steering wheel off a go-kart and clubs him with it! The crowd booes as he Orton hits him several times before picking him up and whipping him to the cluster of karts which does nothing but please IC3 350ft away. Orton poses arrogantly for the crowd as several members throw half eaten hotdogs and soda cups at him.
Chris Orton: CHEER ME! DON'T CHEER HIM! HE'S AFRAID OF ME!
Orton continues to stomp on Drew Stevenson until he's satisfied that he's been weakened enough. He starts to circle the karts as if he were looking for something. Finally he stops at a cart and reaches underneath, grabbing a pane of glass. Orton manages to wedge it between two carts and picks Stevenson up and leans him against the glass. He backs up and goes for a dropkick but Stevenson rolls out of the way and crashes through the glass! Stevenson is ready to start his counter attack as he picks up Orton and begins to lead him to the ringpost when all of a sudden a hooded figure darts out from the crowd and blindsides Stevenson.
Smith: It's that damn Wolf Parker again! He smashed Drew's head through a window last week and took his truck! Why is he targeting him?
Bradford: It's because he's a horrible person, that's why! Looks like he brought an equalizer too.
Wolf wielding a lead pipe quickly drops down and presses it up against Drew's throat in attempt to choke him as Mike Maddix goes to pull him off. As Maddix pulls him off Chris Orton is back at on his feet and continues his assault with repeated stomps on Drew Stevenson as blood is dripping down his back from the shards of glass. Wolf shoves Maddix away and swings the pipe, just nearly missing his head as it clanged against the turnbuckle. Orton and Wolf begin to work together as Orton whips him right into a pipe shot from Wolf to the midsection. At this point Duke Andrews can be seen walking out of the O'Reilly shop and quickly sprints through the crowd and ambushes Wolf and Orton from behind. With the pipe falling out of Wolf's grasp Drew Stevenson picks it up and uses it as an equalizer as he and Duke Andrews fight them back towards the 300ft line. With a healthy heave Duke and Drew throw them over the line back onto IC3's side as Drew chucks the pipe as far as he can. With a highfive and a pat on the back Duke and Drew head back to the party while IC3 violently throws down in binoculars in disgust.
Smith: Serves them right! IC3 was looking to stick it to Drew Stevenson yet again but this time it backfired!
Bradford: Everyone gets lucky every once in a while. He may have won this battle but he's still losing the war! He'll get his, mark my words.
As Duke and Drew make it back to the party they're greeted by Scotty Addams and Tevolo as they each grab a can of sodas and clink them together as MSW goes to commercial break.
The Panic! Has Spoken
Outside, the weather not too bad we see Nikki Venom standing in front of a chain link fence pacing back and forth before he stops to stare to the camera.
Nikki Venom: I’m sick of the spoiled. Sick of the people that believe and tell their peers that they can do anything, and amount to anything if they just put their minds to it! Sick of those that act like they’re better than those because they have their big mansions, their many cars but yet still want more. I’m sick of the people that worked hard and built enough for themselves to have a happy, easy living life but then get greedy and want MORE! Those are the kinds of people that will leave everything righteous behind them to seek out more for greed, for gluttony. Those people are the sinners of life, those people need to be cleansed, they need to be cured and healed. These people are parasites, they’re insects that need to be treated. People like First Class are people I am sick of. Living a lifestyle bigger than they are because they feel like they can. But it is a mission so much bigger than just First Class. It’s a mission so much bigger than just myself. I am going out on a limb, stretching myself as far as I can go for this mission, for the cleansing of the parasites. It’s bigger than me, and it’s more than I can handle all at once and so one by one they will fall until they are cleansed and people begin to see the world how it really is. A dark, dirty, cut throat and mean place where only the strongest survive. Silas Romero.. I’m coming for you.
Nikki nods his head and walks out of camera view and we cut to ringside.
Chris Williams vs Chris Alans
As “Over and Under” by Egypt Central 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.
Gavin Grey: Making his way to the ring, weighing 240 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, CHRIIIS WILLIAAAMMMMSS!
He walks down toward the ring with a purpose, high-fiving fans on one side of the rail. 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.
Chris Alans was already in the ring as Williams approached. The bell rang and Williams was on the attack wasting no time.
Smith: I tell you what, Bradford, it's nice to see Chris Williams back, Pure 15 trophy or not! This has been long awaited but I'm still perplexed as to why he was out there with IC3.
Bradford: Didn't you get the news, Smith? IC3 brought him back. Gave him an offer he couldn't refuse.
Smith: And what's that?
Bradford: First Class. You're looking at the newest member, Smith! It's only fitting.
Smith: Somehow.. I can't bring myself to believe that.
Forearm shots were heavy as they backed the Brick Wall up into the corner where Williams backed off, taunting Alans to come out. Alans charges out but is met with a hip toss, followed by another hip toss and another and another giving Alans no time to breathe. With Alans up, Williams calls for a suplex but this is where Alans gets some momentum using his power to launch Williams up and over, landing flat on his back. Williams pops up holding his back and he turns around to be knocked over the top rope with a large lariat by Alans. As soon as he does it, Alans turns around and puts his arms up flexing like a muscle man before letting himself fall forward landing on his palms doing pushups.
“WHO’S THE BEST?” He goes down. “I’M THE BEST!” he comes back up. “WHO’S THE BEST?” He goes down.
Meanwhile the crowd pops for Williams who landed on his feet when he landed outside. He slid in and was behind Alans the whole time he did his taunts. He shook his head and when Alans went down the second time, Williams walked in front of him as he came up.
Smith: The arrogance on that one is strong but it's not going to be strong for much longer once he realizes Williams is just waiting for him!
Bradford: At least Chris is being relatively courteous. Just like First Class. Letting the man get in a minor workout and I guess he thinks he's the best.
Smith: Arrogance is never very good mid-match.
Bradford: It's not arrogance when there's... some truth to it. He's got the body of a greek god after all.
“I’M THE BE--” and Alans stopped the moment he saw Williams crouched down looked him in the eye and waved at him before it’s a right hand knocking Alans over and Williams goes for a cover. Referee Billy Vegas goes down for a count, but it’s rather quick. He gets a two and a half in the standard one count and Williams gets up from the pin looking at him with a ‘WTF?’ look on his face. Williams covers again, but Vegas does it again. Alans rolls over using the ropes to get up and stumbles forward after a moment. Williams was arguing with Vegas who swore up and down he was going to call it down the middle.
Smith: For a ember of First Class, he certainly doesn't seem to like his own special referee working in his favor, Bradford.
Bradford: It's just something that takes some getting used to. He's not used to the perks of being classy, Smith. Quit trying to spin it, he's with us now!
Smith: Certainly doesn't seem like it.
Bradford: Shut your dirty whore mouth!
So Williams turns around and Alans is caught with another right hand and falls into the ropes. He uses the ropes to bounce back just to be scooped up by Williams to his shoulders and thrusts Alans forward across Williams’ body to drop Alans flat on his back on the left side with the Emerald Flowsion he calls the Boiling Point. Alans is flattened and Williams makes the cover but Vegas drops making another really fast count. At a fast 2, Williams gets up again and gets in Billy Vegas’ face and the ref swears he’s just doing his job. Williams shakes his head before he decides to just deck Billy Vegas because he’s tired of it. Vegas flies back, lies flat and rolls out of the ring. Williams grabs the mic as IC3 at the stage looks at him with his jaw dropped, not understanding what’s going on.
IC3: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Bradford: YES CHRIS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Smith: Knocking out a crooked referee is what he's doing! And he's doing it with how you would say... "class!"
Williams: ENOUGH! IC3, I didn’t come back for crooked referees or to work for you. Chris Williams doesn’t work for IC3, Chris Williams works for Chris Williams! So your referee and the red carpets? You can stick it!
“Over and Under” hits the speakers and Williams throws down the microphone exiting from the ring and walking up the ramp as we cut back to ringside.
Smith: Williams is on our side! Yes! IC3 has tried to pull out all the stops but finally karma is working back against him! Take that, IC3!
Delsin Oswald vs Tevolo
With the opening beat kicking off to "Deep Cover" moving through the curtain quickly we can see Tevolo- following behind him with that cocky smirk spread across his face. As Tevolo poured a bottle of water over his head while moving down the aisle towards the ring, he tossed it aside and slapped a few hands of the fans before sliding into the ring and pushing himself up to his feet. Jumping onto the bottom rope and throwing his arm into the air- he leveled himself and bounced in place as Jake instructed him from the outside as they awaited his opponent.
Smith: Interesting note here, Bradford, Jacob Mitchell who as we understand will typically be managing this new young upstart Tevolo who’s dedicated this match tonight to the late Christian Othniel whom many of our fans may remember from our sister promotion LEGACY Wrestling. But due to his recent passing, Jacob Mitchell isn’t here tonight as he’s back home in Hawaii with some family matters. But he made sure that Tevolo was ready and let’s home ‘The Infamous’ is right because Tevolo has a big challenge ahead of him tonight!
Bradford: Oh please! There’s absolutely no way that this punk kid is ready to take on the muscle of First Class, “Dead On” Delsin Oswald. The man is IC3’s go-to when he needs somebody punished or something taken care of because he’s just that good. Why do you think IC3 picked him up right out of College and spent the time and money to have him trained for this sport? Don’t answer that. It’s because he’s the cream of the crop, Smith. IC3 hand picked him and Ulysses Queen to be the original First Class which the logo they sport is based off of that. You ever notice the chess queen in the center of the star, Smith? Yeah didn’t think so. When you’re against a true talent like Delsin you can never be ready!
Smith: That’s going a little bit far, Bradford. I think under Jake’s training he’s plenty ready.
Bradford: We’ll see, Smith. Ten bucks says he’s not.
"Path" plays and Delsin steps out from behind the curtain, his arms out in wingspan and his head tilted up, yelling out "FIRST CLASS ATHLETE BABAY!" with the spotlight on him and the crowd boos to him with the smoke filling up at the entrance. Delsin walks down the ramp and the spotlight stays on him. The crowd is reaching over trying to touch him or get his attention but he holds himself away from them, talking smack back to the fans. IC3 pats him on the shoulder to keep his focus to the ring. Delsin nods with approval and jogs up the steps. Walking about half way up the apron, Delsin puts his back to the ropes, arms out and head up, "IT DOESN'T GET ANY BETTER!" IC3 is clapping, On the apron, grabbing hold of the top rope, Delsin jumps it clearing it with ease and jogs to the middle of the ring. Delsin throws his arms out and head up one more time, all the while keeping a huge smile on his face the entire time while IC3 heads back to the back.
The size of both guys on paper was similar, but Delsin was more bulky with muscle and he gave up two inches. It was a stare down to see who would make the first move and Tevolo decided it would be him. Made it look like he was going for a tie up but switched it around to a rear waist lock and attempted to lift Delsin off of his feet, but Delsin was able to turn it into an arm drag. Tevolo stood up and they stared at each other but Delsin got cocky and flexed with a smile. This is when Jake’s attitude came out in Tevolo and he rushed forward at Delsin for a lariat. Delsin ducked it and ran to the ropes. He springboarded off of the middle rope with a moonsault, and in the air Tevolo ran at him but caught off guard with Delsin landing behind him and throwing his arms up to his sides and flexing until >SMACK< a rough right hand from Tevolo knocking Delsin back to the corner and he holds his jaw.
Smith: This is an absolute amazing back and forth between these two so far tonight, Bradford. Two all star athletes that have gone down two entirely different paths just to clash here tonight.
Bradford: And Delsin is taking home the gold, baby! It doesn't get a whole lot better than the D-O!
Smith: Tevolo is a very young upstart too, Bradford, not to mention he's been trained by Jacob Mitchell!
Bradford: Who's not even here because he's probably off sulking in Christian Othniels unfortunate passing. But you know what? Time has passed. Move on, and do your damn job!
Smith: To be fair, Bradford, he's not here due to family issues that had to keep him in Hawaii this week.
Tevolo flexes like Delsin to make fun of him. It really seemed like an even match between the two which the crowd was absolutely loving every minute of it. It continued with both men looking to try and one up each other with move for move but no luck on either end. At this time, Tevolo has the upper hand, Delsin backed into the corner and Tevolo across the ring. With a big running start Tevolo jumps in the air, flying through looking for a big Stinger Splash with huge elevation he calls Hang Time and he connects. The momentum is in his favor and he tries for it again but this time is caught with a huge high angle dropkick from Delsin.
Smith: The velocity and high impact hits from both of these men is astonishing! If things were any different, I'd say they were cut from and same cloth and could very well be one of the most dominant tags teams of this generation!
Bradford: I wouldn't go that far. D-O is first class, and Tevolo is.. reckless. He went for that splash a second time and Delsin caught it because he's actually smart. I mean... why do you think people from Hawaii stay on their island? They can't make it here! Jacob Mitchell was a rare case and then even he retreated!
Smith: He was actually one of the trainers here at the Emerald Academy for a while...
Bradford: The what academy? I'm sorry, never heard of such a thing.
Tevolo is down, and Delsin makes a cover but only a two with a fierce kickout. Delsin couldn’t believe it so he pinned again and again only two. Delsin starts to lift Tevolo up to his feet but with a huge burst of energy Tevolo breaks Delsin’s grip and >BAM< a Dropkick from out of nowhere that knocks Delsin to the ropes and is calling for his spear he calls Smeared. But before Tevolo can act “Pour Some Sugar On Me” plays and it catches everybody, especially Tevolo, off guard with Frank Debauchee showing up on stage with like five hot women on each side.
Smith: What the hell?! What is Frank Debauchee doing out here interrupting this classic match between these two amazing athletes?!
Bradford: Did you not see all the twitter banter, Smith? Debauchee obviously has hd Tevolo’s number but the kid is so damn stubborn he’s not realizing it yet so he’s out here to finish the job!
Smith: Of course I saw the twitter banter, and Debauchee crossed the line if you ask me, talking about Christian Othniel the way he did. How are you going to disrespect somebody like that who just passed away?!
Bradford: Come on old man..
Smith: Old man? Come on now Bradford. you know full well that it’s wrong and now he’s out here just to taunt the kid because his mentor isn’t around!
Bradford: That’s exactly why, Smith! Weakness! Like I said at the beginning, this kid is anything BUT ready and he can’t put Delsin down, FIRST CLASS BABY! And he’s letting Debauchee distract him from taking the win.
Smith: Going against your team now, are we?
Bradford: ...before I was so rudely interrupted. There’s no way he’ll beat Delsin, no way ever, but this is the only chance he’ll ever have to come close and he’s letting Debauchee take that away from him. He’s too young and too impressionable. Jake would be ashamed.
Smith: He’s not impressionable, Bradford! Frank Debauchee has no business out here and this should disqualify Delsin. It’s an all star match and it’s definitely being ripped apart here! Times like this I wish Danny was still around.
Bradford: Yeah, but he’s not so… tough luck bub!
Smith: I can’t believe you. You’re just sick.
Tevolo is leaning into the ropes looking up at the stage where Debauchee is stroking his mustache with a big grin ignoring everything Tevolo was yelling at him. But with his back turned to Delsin, Delsin charges in and quickly rolls Tevolo up and once referee Mike Maddix is counting, Delsin puts his feet on the middle rope shifting all of his weight on top of Tevolo using the ropes for leverage. Tevolo is struggling to kick out but it’s just enough leverage to make it difficult for Delsin to pick up the one, two, three. Debauchee smiles and with his women turns back around to head back to the back and Delsin is quickly out of the ring with “Path” playing and Tevolo can’t believe it as he’s kneeled in the ring.
Bradford: D-O BABY! Win with Class! That's what I'm talking about!
Smith: He had Debauchee's help AND used the ropes! I'd hardly say he won!
Bradford: Ref never saw it and it's a W in the books! First Class baby!
Winner: Delsin Oswald
Nikki Venom vs Jorge Santos
In the ring already is MSW’s favorite Luchador, Jorge Santos. Then the sharp guitar chords 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, waiting for the bell.
The bell rings and Santos wastes no time going right after Nikki with some quickness that he was not expecting. By the time NIkki saw it coming, Jorge was already circling around his head and flipping Nikki over with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors. Nikki lands on his back and starts to sit up. When he does Jorge runs at him and jogs on his lower back and runs forward to the ropes and comes back with a dropkick and a quick cover but only two. Nikki kicked out with authority not very happy.
Smith: For anybody just tuning in, this has been an amazing night so far. Originally Nikki Venom was scheduled to take on somebody else, but we’ve since been told by IC3 that if we were to say his name we would be fired and blacklisted and I’d rather not lose my job. But due to immediate termination, Nikki Venom was given a last minute opponent replacement in Jorge Santos. We haven’t seen Jorge Santos a lot since we came back, but this a young man with a ton of talent. One of his earlier matches in MSW he defeated Dylan Thomas to advance in the MSW Championship tournament but was quickly taken out by Peyton Kaiser and just hasn’t seemed to find his groove since then but he’s looking great tonight so this could be his night!
Bradford: I wouldn’t count on it, Smith! He’s just not cut out for it. He’s enhancement at best. Maybe if he went back to Mexico he’d have more luck. I heard MLLS doesn’t like us very much because Tracy Race decided to sign with us so maybe we can make a peace treaty and send them Jorge Santos back!
Smith: You don’t find that the least bit racist?
Bradford: You’re too weak, Smith! Be real about this he had 1 win two years ago and then he got stomped by Peyton Kaiser in record time. He’s not cut out for it here and Nikki is about to show him that! LET’S GO NIKKI!
Smith: Whatever you say, Bradford. But it’s never over until it’s over.
It’s funny because just as Bradford said that Jorge’s offense stopped. Jorge springboarded off of the middle rope, twisting in the air looking for a body attack of some kind but he’s caught literally in mid-air and Nikki drops him with the “Mark of Yin” a vicious implant DDT and Jorge isn’t moving. Nikki goes for the cover, and gets the one, two, three.
Bradford: TOLD YOU, SMITH! SEND HIM TO MLLS! IT’S A PEACE TREATY! ACCEPT OUR OFFERING!
Smith: I just… I have no words. Why do I still work next to you.
But instead of his music playing, it’s "Death's Great Black Wing Scrapes the Air" by Being As An Ocean, Silas Romero’s theme. Nikki looks up to the ramp with a sick smile and Silas steps out to the top of the stage just staring down Nikki as we cut to a break.
Winner: Nikki Venom
Join the Party, Charles!
As MSW returns from commercial the party is going strong, some fans are dancing in or around the ring as Drew Stevenson can be seen eating a double cheeseburger he likely made himself. Charles Matias manages to navigate his way through the sea of people.
Charles Matias: Drew Stevenson! Drew! Can I get a word with you?
Drew Stevenson: Charles! Absolutely, what can I do for you?
Charles Matias: Early tonight you were victorious against Chris Orton before you were jumped by him and Wolf Parker. What are your thoughts on being forced to wrestle outside instead of the arena like you have your entire career? Never in the history of professional wrestling have I seen something like this actually been carried out; it's unprecedented. Many people are calling it an abuse of power but you appear to be making lemonade out of lemons tonight.
Drew Stevenson: It's easy to be mad about it Charles. We all know Ichabod Crane is hellbent on reshaping MSW in his image but I'd like to think we proved tonight that's far from being a reality. I hope he enjoys having a half empty arena because quite honestly? I'm just enjoying being out here with the fans and giving back. I don't know, what do you guys think? Are you having fun out here tonight?
Charles Matias: You heard it here yourself ladies and gentlemen. It's safe to say the first ever Drew Stevenson tailgate is a success.
Drew Stevenson: Hey, would you like to join us?
Charles Matias: Me? Absolutely! Alex Smith wanted me to grab him a burger for later anyway.
Bradford: You traitor!
Smith: What? I'm hungry and the prices at the snackbar are kind of outrageous.
Bradford: Turncoat.
Drew Stevenson reaches over and grabs a cheeseburger from a nearby table and hands it to Charles Matias who begins to eat it.
Charles Matias: Is this Missouri beef?
Drew Stevenson: You're damn right it is!
Charles begins to mingle with Drew and the fans as the camera catches Wolf Parker in the distance, carefully watching Drew Stevenson after their encounter earlier in the night. Whether or not he would try to strike again so soon was anybody's guess. Wolf Parker is a predator that could strike at any given moment. The only thing that was predictable about Wolf was that he was completely and utterly unpredictable; a loose cannon. The camera focuses on Wolf for another moment or two before it slowly pans to the crowd as MSW fades into a commercial break.
Silas Romero vs Loose Cannon
Bradford: To borrow a line from my old friend Sammy Daniels... THAT WAS INSANE!
Smith: It looks to me like he's further sending a message to Nikki Venom from earlier!
Then backwards and instead of a heel clap Silas charges forward with the Busaiku Knee Kick, the Kneel Before Zod knee kick is more like it. LC is down but Silas isn’t done. He gives a cut-throat type of a taunt and goes at LC’s legs. Silas wraps them like a sharpshooter but leans forward grabbing LC’s arm and then falls back to his own back, LC sitting him, his legs wrapped and arm being tugged on to pull him forward. Loose Cannon taps out quickly and Silas Romero picks up the win.
Smith: Momma LC isn't going to be too happy and LC is going to feel that in the morning!
Bradford: No comment at this time.
Party Time!
It was beautiful outside where the camera opened up. The music was blaring, "Party Rock Anthem" to be specific, the party was pumping, the beautiful women were everywhere and then we hear the voice ring out..
Jay B: WHAT UP MY BRO'S AN HO'S?! That's right, your main man Jay B isn't there at Unstoppable this week but I tell ya what, I just got word not too long ago that in two wees at Unstoppable 19, yours truly will be going one on one with the man with a "Masters in Bro-Science" IC4. Bro, the only one that knows anything about Bro-Science is me, BRO, but I guess you'll have to find that out when we come face to face.
Jay B: What the...
Jay B turns around to see some of the women in their bikini's running across the beach screaming and the camera catches the Bull Sharks, 1-4 and 6 running after the women, and 5, the adoptive bastard shark of the "Bull Shark" Jacob Mitchell running just behind. Jay B face palms as he can't believe what he's seeing.
Jay B: YO! SHARKIES! I TOLD YOU GUYS YOU CAN'T CHASE OFF THE HOTTIES! Aaah, anyway! Bro's and Ho's, don't worry too long without your main man Jay B, because I'll see you in two weeks! Be ready Icee!
Tracy Race vs Phoenix Winterborn
"My Generation" by Limp Bizkit is already playing as Unstoppable returns from commercial break.
Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, introducing first; from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 229lbs Phoenix Winterborn!
Winterborn raises his arms in the air.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from King's Mountain, North Carolina weighing 227lbs... “The Experience” Tracy Race!'
Smith: Tracy Race is coming off a huge victory from the last Unstoppable off of Matt Ward while Winterborn eventually fell to First Class after his partner was arrested midmatch.
Bradford: If you can't do the crime don't do the time. West Nile Winterborn hasn't had the best month in MSW that's for damn sure. He backed the wrong horse.
Smith: Winterborn was doing the right thing. I know you're a big First Class guy, being their official voice on the broadcast and all but even you can't deny Duke Andrews getting arrested mid match was low. At least wait until after the match!
Bradford: Justice is blind my friend. I don't think he'll be able to right the ship for atleast another two weeks since he's going against The Experience. Both men are veterans but Race has that fire in his eyes.
Smith: Never count Winterborn out though. He's only just barely come up short the last few times he's been in the ring and I'm sure he can get his head back into the game if applies himself. He's far from done if you ask me.
Race steps into the ring and leans back in his corner as the referee calls for the bell.
Both men start off in a collar and elbow tieup with neither man gaining much of an advantage. Race manages to capture him in a hammerlock and wrenches up the pressure. Winterborn manages to slip out and connect with a few knife edge chops as the crowd WOOOOs along to each chop. Winterborn follows up with a sharp armdrag sending Race to the mat and goes to follow up with an elbowdrop. Race rolls out of the way and hits him hard in the face with a slap before quickly returning to a vertical base and slides down low for a DDT as Winterborn manages to get up to a knee to quickly plant him back down.
Smith: Both men are going move for move so far.
Bradford: It looked like West Nile Winterborn had the upperhand until Tracy Race sat him back down.
Smith: It's still anyone's game right now as each man is looking for a wave of momentum to ride as the roster continues to jockey for position and state their cases for the various contenderships. Everything for the most part is still in flux; it's an exciting time to be on the ground floor.
Bradford: For once I agree with you. We get to see who wants it more; to see who has that eye of the tiger and the drive to be the best. The brass ring is hanging there and waiting for someone to grab it.
Smith: Absolutely. Veterans, rookies and everyone in between are all in the mix. Two battle tested veterans are going to pull everything out of the tank that they can to prove that this business has yet to pass them by.
Race applies the single leg crab quickly, perhaps noticing some wear and tear from the tag match against First Class but Winterborn quickly makes it to the ropes to force a break. Race backs off as Winterborn gets up and soon the two tie up again. Winterborn manages to transition into a side headlock but Race manages to slip out and tries to irish whip him to the ropes only for Winterborn to grab onto his arm and manage to whip him himself by using his own momentum against him. Winterborn goes to connect with a discus lariat off the rebound but Race ducks and rebounds off the ropes again an quickly catches him by surprise with the Shin Splitter <dropkick to the shins>. Winterborn is reeling and stunned on a knee as Race catches this opening and quickly follows up with the world's greatest shining wizard, Access DENIED!
Smith: And just like that Tracy Race, the master of the shining wizard hits his mark!
Bradford: Just goes to show how deadly The Experience truly is. It looks as if Winterborn's tough luck is destined to continue!
Race quickly hooks the leg as the crowd counts with the ref, 1, 2, 3.
Winner: Tracy Race
IC4 & The Skylarks vs The Capital Crew
“Money (Instrumental)” by Pink Floyd hits the speakers, and the crowd turns to boos until IC4 and the Skylarks appear then they turn to cheers. IC4 and the two Skylarks who are like 250lbs combined soaking wet make their way to the ring. The Skylarks chanting “IC4! IC4! IC4!” on the way to the ring. They’re in the ring and “Shook Ones (instrumental)” by Mobb Deep hits and the crowd lights up even more with Frankie Cocheese and Barrel making their way down. Frankie’s head held high, though his eyes are focused ahead on their opponents. They don’t regard the fans with their focus right in the ring on the three members of First Class. Once they reach the ring, they move casually to the stairs and walk up them. Frankie is taking off his hat and hanging it on the post before entering the ring at the middle rope. Barrel takes off this gas mask like fixture on his face and he steps into the ring over the top rope. Once they steps inside, Frankie 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 while Barrel stands in the middle keeping his eye on Frankie as the Capital Crew stand together.
Trying to decide who’s going to start it off, on one side Barrel decides he’s going to start it. On the other side, IC4 goes to the apron, leaving the Skylarks to decide between themselves so they start to Rock, Paper, Scissors for it. But it doesn’t matter because Barrel grabs them both by the neck, rocks their heads together and then tosses them both half way across the ring. The crowd responded nicely as Jerry and Jerome are both getting up and run at Barrel not knowing what was ahead of them.
Smith: This may not be very good on behalf of the Skylarks. We've seen what Frankie can do and we know that Barrel is a bit of a monster himself.
Bradford: Show some respect for First Class, Smith. The Skylarks may not be much on the outside but they're hand picked by IC3 to be part of the best group in wrestling history.
Smith: You say they're gifted, I'd say they're fodder. Fodder to make some of these people think that First Class are a bunch of chumps until the real competition.
Bradford: You're delusional.
Jerome gets a huge back body drop getting elevated a good eight feet into the air before landing hard and Jerry gets Mowed Down (big boot) and is out like a light. Jerome reaches out and makes a big tag to IC4 and the crowd is loving it. He clubs Barrel in the back and he stumbles with one step forward. Barrel turns around and IC4 slowly backs away before pointing to Cocheese. Figuring Cocheese is smaller than Barrel and obviously never paying attention to anything Cocheese related. Barrel points to Cocheese and the crowd erupts so Barrel grabs Jerry Skylark, tosses him outside of the ring clear over the top and he thuds on the mat below. Barrel then tags in Cocehese who’s in the ring quickly. The crowd is erupting with chants.
Smith: The Capital Crew making really short work of this trio here tonight with next to no effort. Kind of invigorating actually, Bradford. Looks like your First Class buddies aren't so immortal after all!
Bradford: They're just playing coy, Smith. Let these hoodlums think they've got the one up but as soon as the going gets tough and it really matters, they've got it.
They come face to face and Frankie is talking his trash to IC4.
Frankie: Daddy’s boy, huh?! Fuckin’ litle punk. You’re gonna regret callin’ me out.
IC4 just laughs until he’s met with a tough right hand right to the face catching him entirely off guard. Frankie keeps the flurries of punches and forearms coming until IC4 is on the ropes. Frankie whips him across, or tries but IC4 plays a bit of a power game and gets his first real offense in, reverse the whip sending Frankie to the ropes but when he comes back, IC4 isn’t paying attention instead he’s messing with the crowd not knowing any better and gets clobbered by Frankie with a nasty Toe Tagger that turns IC4 inside out, flipping him around in the air landing flat on his back. Frankie covers him and it’s over just like that.
Smith: TOE TAGGER! Frankie Cocheese just nailed that Toe Tagger clothesline and just tuned IC4 inside out and for the win!
Bradford: They let them take it. It's all part of the First Class master plan!
Smith: Guess we'll find out.
Bradford: Guess we will.
Winners: Capital Crew
We then cut outside to Drew Stevenson's on-going party.
Not So Fast Mr. Stevenson
Drew's BBQ to spite IC3 had been a success, a fraction had joined the festivities that had included liquor and endless amounts of Kansas City bar-be-q which is known to be the best of the best. As learned per Twitter, Drew had managed to get the owners of the lot that the BBQ was taking place on- an O'Reilly's to forbid either IC3 and/or Varano from stepping foot on their property which was a seldom victory for The Emerald.
Drew: "Who's having fun tonight?!"
A collective "YEAHHHHHHHH" sounded from the crowd as for the first time in a while, Drew looked to be happy with the events of MSW. It had been a tough ride for him with how Isaac Cornelius III and Eugene B. Varano seemingly ripped everything away from him- but not this.. right?
Drew: "Keep on eating, there's more where this came from!"
Drew lifted his bottle of water into the air in form of a "toast" of sorts as the crowd let off another collective reply of approval as across the way- exactly 301 feet from the BBQ was Eugene B. Varano, and with him? A police cruiser and two uniformed officers. Standing in front of the cruiser, Varano has a megaphone in front of his mouth as he sounded off-
The megaphone was loud enough to catch the attention of some, but not all. Drew noticed what was going on and in an act of defiance, he extended his arm and turned the volume of the music louder- the crowd grew rowdier from the tunes blasting through the parking lot-
Drew turned the volume even LOUDER now to drown out Varano's voice which then in turn made Varano to max out the volume on the megaphone!
Varano: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE LEND ME YOUR EARS OR RISK FINES OR EVEN A BEING PUNISHED WITH A MISDEMEANOR!"
A voice replied from across the way as Varano's words were successfully diluted from the music. Knowing that it wasn't working the way he intended, he turned to the officers and showed them a piece of paperwork which caused one of them to move towards the driver's door of the cruiser, reach into the vehicle and hit the siren on the top of the car which got the attention of the people. Drew was seen sighing from across the way as he reluctantly turned the music down.
Officer: "Mister Stevenson thank you for obliging with the request for silence."
Flipping Varano off from his stance, Varano's eyes went wide as he pointed at the gesture from Stevenson and tried to plead some case to the officers but wasn't successful. Instead, one of the officers requested the megaphone from Varano- as he handed it to him, the officer now spoke up-
Officer: "Drew Stevenson, please approach the vehicle!"
No doubt on Drew's mind was the order of protection that made it illegal to be within 300 feet of IC3, IC4 or Izzy Cornelius but Drew wasn't about to disregard an order from one of Kansas City's Finest. Moving toward Varano and the cops, Drew took a long sip of the water as the cop handed the megaphone back to Varano.
Officer: "Sir, I've been informed that there is liquor being served at that BBQ, is this true?"
Drew: "Liquor? Nah, we've got water, cranberry juice, Coca-Cola.. Sprite and I think Mountain Dew."
A sly smile moved across Drew's face as Varano shook his head from behind one of the officers, disgusted with Drew skating on possible charges to take him down.
Officer: "So if we go there and we check containers, there's no alcohol... at all?"
Putting his hands up to express innocence, Drew shook his head.
Drew: "Hey, we're not serving alcohol, officer. I've got more respect than to break the law like that, especially when I know that chicken-hawk-"
Drew pointed in Varano's direction.
Drew: "Is watching my every step. Feel free to join, there's lot of food and drinks, we'd be honored to have you attend!"
Varano: "He's kissing up, don't buy it! Stevenson is a wolf in sheep's clothing, don't fall for that goofy act of his!"
Drew: "Excuse me, Beatrice? That's not very professional of you! I'm just here with the fans letting them interact with me, what's wrong with that? I've done nothing but abide to the stipulations of the court, this get-together was paid for out of pocket by myself for the people of Missouri. I'd appreciate it if you stopped harassing me!"
Varano: "WHAT?! HARASSING YOU!? YOU'RE THE ONE FINDING CLEVER WAYS AROUND INSULTING MY CLIENT ON TWITTER!"
Drew: "I have no idea what you're talking about, I refuse to even think of such a thing. I'm a law-abiding citizen with nothing but the utmost respect for law enforcement in Kansas City as well as the United States legal system. Now officer-"
Firing a wink in Varano's direction- Drew had Varano's number.. which allowed Drew to look in the officer's direction.
Drew: "I know you both are on duty right now but if you like I can make you a plate of food for later?"
The officers looked at each other before shaking their heads and extending their hands out to Drew, which Drew accepted and shook.
Officer: "No need Mister Stevenson, we apologize for interrupting your Fan Experience."
The officers turned away from Drew and back to Varano as with the cops attention off of him- Drew gave Varano an good ol' fashioned crotch chop with a smile as big as the state of Texas across of his face. Varano- outraged that Drew was being given 'preferential treatment' in his opinion quickly raked through the words and laws in his head- as Drew backed up and bobbed his head to the music that he signaled from across the way to turn back up... the bigger, more built cop spoke.
Officer: "Sir there's nothing going on here that requires our presence. Please refrain from calling for matters such as these."
Drew once again- silently of course- pointed in Varano's direction and fired off another crotch chop as Varano's eyes scanned the area- then, his eyes lit up.
Varano: "Missouri Revised Statute; five-seven-four dot zero-four-zero."
The other officer, a lot smaller in size arched a brow at Varano and stroked the tip of his chin with his thumb before gazing over at his partner.
Officer: "You know what he's quoting?"
Officer: "No clue, what?"
Officer: "Illegal Assembly."
Officer: "But they granted Drew and company use of the parking lot of the BBQ."
Varano: "Actually officer..."
Now Varano fired a smile as Drew closed in on the area as he didn't trust that look across Varano's face.
Varano: "Drew Stevenson actively assembled six or more people- which is considered a gang by definition- with the intent to disturb the peace with such loud music and obviously intoxicated fans. Now officers- this illegal assembly which was organized by Drew Stevenson and promoted via Mister Stevenson's personal Twitter account can lead to several violations of the law such as DUIs, DWIs, Assault and Battery even more severe cases like homicide. I seriously doubt that your commanding officer would appreciate the fact that you had the opportunity to break up such an event that could lead to these tragic.. tragic events, right? Wouldn't the city and county of Kansas City thus be responsible and held liable by the families of the hurt and or deceased?"
The cops looked at each other- the slender one nodded as the bigger one shrugged and turned to Drew-
Officer: "Sorry Mister Stevenson, he's right. We can't risk being held liable for property damage, personal injury or death."
It was as if a brick had hit Drew square in the stomach as he.. couldn't do anything aside of bite his tongue with what he wanted to say. Varano was very good at his job and quickly showed the two officers his 'concern' of the BBQ that could cause the officers to be in trouble if things went South-
Officer: "You've gotta break it up."
Drew: ".. really?"
Officer: "For the safety of your party-goers as well as the general public. Maybe there's no alcohol being served, but obviously the participants are intoxicated and that causes problems if they decide to attempt to drive home. We can't have that... sorry Drew."
With the cops back to him, Varano gave Drew some of his own medicine and pointed and laughed silently as he held his stomach in the process. Drew though, he nodded and smiled at the officers knowing that they were just doing their job to protect the community.
Drew: "Absolutely officer, you're right. I understand your position and we can end the BBQ now. Please though, I ask that you come over with me in case some don't understand why they're being asked to vacate the lot. Is that OK?"
Both cops nodded in agreement as they moved to their vehicle and got in- hitting the siren a few times they moved to the BBQ are leaving Drew alone with Varano- all as Varano showed zero fear across his face. Drew ran the tip of thumb across his nose as he shot Varano a smile.
Varano: "This is just the beginning, I hope you know that."
Drew: "We welcome the challenge."
He smirked towards Varano.
Drew: "Good, because I won't rest until you're as miserable as humanly possible.. Beatrice."
Varano: "Thank you for reminding me of my middle name Stevenson, maybe if you paid as much attention to your finances and business matters you wouldn't be in this spot."
Drew: "You won't win, you're crooked and we both know that. It's only a matter of time before it all crashes down on your heads, Varano.. and you better believe that I'm going to be there to laugh as it happens. No matter how hard you try, you can't break me. You can take away my Academy, you can take away my occupational right to wrestle in the arena but you'll never take this away-"
Drew pounded his right fist over his heart as he nodded.
Drew: ".. no matter how hard you try. So long as this is beating, I'll keep standing up no matter how many times you knock me down."
Varano: "That's great to know Drew because we plan on constantly knocking you down... eventually though... I have a feeling that you're gonna get tired of standing up."
Drew: "As you said, I welcome that challenge. You won't win in the end Varano- good always prevails."
Varano: "You've got a weird version of what's considered 'good.' Here I am, an attorney that works to serve the justice system- and here you are, the same man that used to go on record insulting people because of their lack of zeros in their checking or saving accounts. Consider this karma for all you've done Drew Stevenson.. and we're not going to stop until you're as broken and damaged as that neck of yours."
Drew: "First Class won't be enough to do that, I promise you."
Varano didn't reply, he simply shrugged- smiled, and turned off and walked away. As he did so, the camera cut back to Drew as he was seen watching Varano step back onto IC3's side of the grounds- shaking his head in disappointment with how the evening had gone with the very promising BBQ that had generated fans and fun.. as the scene cut out.
The Evil Shades vs Matt Ward
Waking the Demon begins to play as Matt Ward makes his way out to the ring with a loud reception of boos from the fans in the arena, Matt taunts the fans as he makes his way into the ring as he prepares for his match.
Gavin Grey: The Following handicap match is scheduled for one fall!Introducing first, from Chicago, Canada, weighing 245lbs he is the Second City Nightmare... MATT WARD!
Smith: Matt Ward just can't seem to catch a break lately. Coming off of tough losses to both Logan Brock and Tracy Race now he has to take on not one but both Shades here tonight in a handicap match.
Bradford: Anytime you face one of the Shades you might as well be facing them all. They hail from the Realm of Shades and despite what some would have you think they possess enormous power!
Smith: Blowing purple sand and shooting 'fireballs' are not 'powers'. They're cheap parlor tricks, old school tactics used by some of the greatest villains in wrestling history in one form or another.
Bradford: They're wrestling miracles Ebeneezer Scrooge. Why wont you believe for once in your life? I know you're an old grumpy man but for Christ's sake!
Smith: I'm only grumpy because I have to deal with your biased commentary each week If you're not careful Matt Ward just might decide to take his frustraition out on you! I can't be the only one tired of it.
Bradford: Nonsense Smith, I'm a friend of the Ward family. Jim, James, Jeremy, honestly I lose track sometimes. But they are absolutely wonderful people! I don't care for their taste in friends though cough DrewStevenson cough. But that's beside the point, my point is this man is ready to inflict some punishment and he has a ton of frustration to exercise. This will be a very good match, no bias here of course though.
Smith: This has to be one of the few times where your biases actually cancel each other out...
Bradford: What? I'm capable of rooting for both sides for a compelling match. I'm a professional Smith; I'm insulted you'd insinuate otherwise!
"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 Shades!
Red and Purple decide to play a game of rock, paper scissors to determine who starts the match as Blue has a big tray of nachos topped with red jalapeno peppers and purple onions; out of solidarity for The Shades of course. As each Shade determines their object of choice, they both land on ROCK! The Shades go or a second game to break the tie but this time they both shoot out...SCISSORS! Before the Shades could go a third time however Matt Ward having enough just charged forward and took them both down with a double clothesline. The crowd boos much to Matt Ward's surprise as he quickly responds with a firm and loud “SHUT UP YOU PINHEADS!” Much to Matt's surprise the reaction gets even louder as he picks up Red by the throat and tosses him like a ragdoll across the ring. Purple wouldn't fair that much better as he scooped him up and quickly dropped his back against his knee as Purple kicked his feet all over the mat before rolling out, presumably making Red the legal man in the match. Finally getting the odds in his favor Matt wastes no time taking advantage as he casually kicks Red in the head repeatedly as he tries to get up before kneeling down and hitting him with a swift throat thrust. Red clutches his throat in agony having perilously sat up once the kicks stopped. Matt goes for a cover but only manages a 2 count.
Smith: Matt Ward is in the driver's seat right now. He has the size advantage and he's using that to quickly establish his momentum after nearly turning the Shades inside out.
Bradford: It's going to take more than that to put Red away that's for sure. The match is still young, we got a ways to go before this one is determined.
As this is going on Blue is eating his nachos as he keeps one eye on the recovering Purple on the outside and the other in Matt Ward. Matt Ward roughly yanks Red off the mat and whips him so hard into the opposing turnbuckle that he causes Red to flip upside-down upon impact. Blue winces at the impact as Purple begins to crawl back onto the apron and manages to make a blind tag as Ward has his back turned as he began to back up. As Red struggles to get up with the ropes he turns right into a Chi-Town Crushed ( Running Crossbody) from Matt Ward. Ward goes for the cover and shouts for the referee to count but Derek Lay lets him know that Red isn't the legal man.
Smith: Ward hits the devastating crossbody but Purple managed to get the blind tag.
Bradford: The Shades are always thinking one step ahead! Matt's going to need to keep eyes in the back of his head.
Smith: No doubt, we've seen what the shades could do over the last few shows. You think you got one of them and suddenly the situation changes on the dime.
Bradford: Matt Ward is definitely excersizing some frustration either way right now and he's beginning to look like a runaway freight train.
Blue was on the verge of intervening when Purple ascended to the top rope, perched and waiting to strike and when Ward got up and turned around he was knocked back by a surprisingly effective missile dropkick. Purple quickly sprung back up to his feet and went to follow it up with a dropkick but it only manages to make Ward stumble back more. Purple gets up and runs and throws his whole weight and momentum behind him as he goes for a Running Crossbody of his own and finally he takes Matt Ward down! The referee quickly drops down to count... 1, 2, NO! Matt Ward managed to hold onto him and carried him with him as he managed to return to his feet, quickly dropping him down and transitioning to the Concussioned (Lifting inverted DDT). Ward goes for what would surely be the final nail in the coffin, the pinfall to end it all. 1, 2, 3!
NO! Red managed to see what was going on and used all the reserves he had in the tank to leap forward and break up the pin in the knick of time!
Smith: Ward nearly had him with the Concussed but Red managed to just barely make the save.
Bradford: You mean Concussioned right?
Smith: That's not proper english.
Bradford: Who cares? It's the man's move, he can call it Zipper Fling Ding if he wants; doesn't make it any less effective.
Blue breathed a sigh of relief at ringside before resuming his consumption of his delicious snack. In a fit of rage Ward grabs Red by the head and flings him over the top rope, out of the ring and flipping Blue's nachos all over the floor.
Bradford: Matt Ward just made a big mistake. You don't mess with Blue's food.
Smith: Somehow I actually think you're right... Blue has thus far prevented himself from getting involved, which is when the Shade's usual antics come to light. He's surely going to make a fuss now.
Blue flips out as he hops up on the ring apron shouting and complaining, pointing repeatedly to his nachos on the ground and demanding reimbursement. The referee pleads that he was not responsible and the two have a lengthy back and forth discussion. Meanwhile Red slides back into the ring and clubs Ward in the back as he makes his way back to Purple, which buys Purple enough time to turn around and reach into his trunks. Just as Ward is about to give Red the business he quickly points behind Ward. Ward turns around a Purple blows purple sand in his face, blinding him temporarily. As Ward is stumbling around he walks right into a fireball from Red to make matters worse as he drops to the mat clutching his face.
Bradford: MIRACLE! DOUBLE WRESTLING MIRACLE!
Smith: For the final time, it wasn't a miracle. It was nothing but a lighter, flash paper, and a bunch of colored sand.
Bradford: Can it, Ebeneezer!
Smith: It is what it is Bradford. Whether or not you want to admit it the proof is in the pudding. Either way Matt Ward is in a world of trouble now with his sight temporarily robbed from him.
Red and Purple point to the corner as the crowd actually cheers and they drag Matt Ward to the corner in a seated position. Back to back the Shades link arms and begin to square dance-stomp in alternating succession for about 6 rotations before they each skip and back off as they take turns dropkicking him in the face, Purple followed by Red. Finally Red slaps his hands together to indicate a tag as Purple slips under the rope and back to the corner. Finally the referee turns around as Red drags Ward to the center for a pin. 1, 2, thre/KICKOUT! Red jumps up and begins to parade around the ring as Blue shouts that he kicked out. Red continues this parade until he runs into the referee holding up two fingers, his celebration quickly fading like a kid that thought he won the lottery only to realize he was one number off.
Bradford: Watch out, Red!
Smith: Their moment may have just passed with that premature celebration. Ward is getting back to his feet and he looks angry.
By this time Ward regained his sight and like a man possessed nearly turns Red inside out with a lariat. With a quick slash across his throat Matt Ward scoops Red up and looks to hit the Way of the Warrior (Vertical suplex lifted and dropped into a sitout side power slam) but as he lifts him up for the suplex Purple reaches over and just barely manages to get his fingertips on Red's boot which was just good enough to be a legal blind tag and hits him square in the gut with a toe kick as he turns around, causing Red to land back on his feet with Matt's head tucked under his arm. Purple's eyes light up as he reaches over to secure the head as well.
Smith: Could this be the rarely seen Double Tornado DDT?
Bradford: I thought it was a myth! It's been ages since cameras recorded this undertaking. If that isn't a wrestling miracle I dont know what is.
Smith: It's not a miracle, it's a simple double team wrestling manuever. But I don't know if they can close the deal, both men have to be in sync with one another to have a chance to pull it off.
The Shades somehow, someway manage to pull off a Double Tornado DDT as they plant Matt Ward unceremoniously to the mat. Purple covers Ward as Red piles on top of Purple to make sure there was no kicking out of this move. 1, 2...3!
Gavin Grey: Here are your winners... The Shades?
Gavin Grey was absolutely stunned as "Run of Show" played to confirm that this was finally the real deal the Shades had been looking for this entire time.
Bradford: THE SHADES! THE SHADES HAVE WON! MSW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME! SUCK IT SMITH! SUCK IT! I TOLD YOU WRESTLING MIRACLES ARE POSSIBLE! SUCK IT!
Smith: I don't know what to say... over 40 years in this business and I thought I truly saw it all until now.
Red and Purple hug and jump for joy as Blue enters the ring. Red and Purple hoist Blue up high like they just won the NCAA Championship and with his arms extended Red, Purple, and Blue confetti shoot out from his wrists.
Bradford: HOLY SHIT! HE CAN EVEN SUMMON CONFETTI FROM THE REALM OF SHADES!
Smith: Do I really need to explain it? He's got tubes hidden under his... forget it. Just forget it. Why do I even bother?
Bradford: MARK THIS DAY ON YOUR CALLENDERS, SAVE THIS EPISODE ON YOUR DVR, AND BUY THE DVD FROM OUR STORE! WRESTLING HISTORY WAS MADE TONIGHT!
The Shades continue their celebration as Red and Purple put Blue down. The trio exits the ring as Blue pulls out a bottle of champagne and sprays it all over the place before taking a healthy gulp. Red and Purple pull out plastic matching red and purple champagne glasses as they try to catch as much of the spraying champagne before getting their own share poured from the blue bottle. The triumphant trio take a victory lap around the ring before walking up the ramp as MSW cuts to commercial.
Artemis Kaiser w/ Peyton Kaiser vs TJ Bryce w/ Well Connected
Backstage, Artemis and Peyton Kaiser are heading up towards the entrance with Artemis’ introduction happening now. But as they’re heading up there, they’re stopped by Edward Trampke, IC3’s assistant and second in command. They look at him very unpleasantly.
Trampke: Annnd just where do you think YOU’RE going?
Artemis: WE’RE going to the ring because I have a title to defend.
Gavin Grey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PURE 15 Championship! Introducing first, the champion…. Arteeemmiiiss Kaaiiisserrr!
Trampke: Correction, YOU Artemis are going to the ring. YOU Peyton are not. You are banned from ringside for this match and if you DO happen to get involved? Well let us just say that you Artemis will no longer be able to compete for ANY Missouri State Championship. No MSW Championship, no PURE 15 championship because you will be automatically disqualified… you’ll also be stripped of the Women’s Championship and you’ll both be stripped of the tag team championships. But definitely good luck out there, Artemis. You’ll need it.
Trampke walks away and Artemis just looks at Peyton. Knowing full well that Artemis is out numbered he wants to be there, but it would take away everything from Artemis.
The shot heads out to ringside with the music now beginning to play.
"With blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, together with our hellish hate, WE'LL BURN YOU ALL! THAT IS YOUR FATE!"
The Red Lantern oath echoes out, spoken by the God of Anger herself, Artemis Kaiser. A shade of red lingers among the arena. Glimpses of the audience are shown next, seeing their intrigue. Some bear obvious disgust in the woman that is about to come out. They know of her; they bore witness to her reign in MSW. Now she falls upon them again. The lights go out, before the screeching guitar of "Sonne" by Rammstein abruptly interrupts any thoughts.
"ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs."
As the final number rings out, the lights begin to fluctuate at an alarming rate, white and a dark shade of blue. Artemis comes from the back, MSW Women's Championship in tow. The hood of her Greg Jackson MMA hoodie shrouds her face. She stands on the stage, soaking in the cascade of boos that follow her appearance. In one defiant motion, she makes the boos intensify. She raises the championship high into the air, allowing a glimpse of her face, or rather, her demented smirk. She begins her march down to the ring. Artemis has made it to the end of the ramp. There, she removes the hood, revealing not only her scars, but also the empathetic red streak across her face. She once again raises her championship high into the air, before roaring out. She leaps onto the ring apron and enters the ring. She places her championship upon her shoulder, before ascending the top turnbuckle. There, she looks out towards the crowd before roughly turning her attention to her opponent. With a scowl, she drops from the turnbuckle. She begins her preparations for the upcoming match up and we cut back to the entrance.
Gavin Grey: And introducing the challenger…. being accompanied by T-Zone and Lenny, the team of Well Connected, he is TEEE JAAYY BRRYYYYCCEEE!
"Fame" by B.O.B. hits on the P.A and TJ Bryce comes through the curtain walking backwards until the chorus kicks in. Once the chorus kicks in, TJ turns around and the camera zooms in. Pointing down to his Rolex he mouths "Time is money" and gives up that classic arrogant wink toward the camera. He continues his way down the ramp with Well Connected at his sides, rubbing his shoulders and pep talking him. TJ completely ignoring the fans and slides in the ring. Once in the ring we leans against a turnbuckle and waits impatiently for the match to start.
The bell rings and Artemis wastes no time going for TJ but he’s quick to dip out of the ring and laugh with Well Connected and he walks around the ring. The count out has begun but Artemis refuses to let this happen so she slides out to cut TJ off but he slides back in to avoid Artemis so she follows. But TJ was to his feet and caught her with some stomps while holding onto the top rope with the referee giving the five count. At four, TJ stops and turns around taunting the people with the crowd booing. Artemis is up though and she charges at TJ, jumping up with a forearm to the back of his neck stumbling TJ Bryce forward and Artemis keeps the hits coming in a rapid fury and TJ is crouched and covering himself and slides back to the outside again.
TJ slides outside and Lenny jumps up on the other side of the ring distracting the referee and in comes T-Zone jumped up on the other apron but Artemis catches it and with TJ down she knocks T-Zone right off the apron. Artemis then turns around and with a running single leg dropkick she knocks Lenny off the apron and he clashes into the steel barricade. Artemis looking over talking trash to Well Connected when TJ Bryce is able to sneak up behind Artemis with a rear waist lock and drops her with a German Suplex and rolls quickly in for a pin but only a two. TJ shows frustration so he covers again but Artemis kicks out again after 2.
Smith: Take that, Well Connected! They shouldn't even be out here!
Bradford: Look at that TJ Bryce! Such a brilliant tactician! He's using multiple pins to ware out Artemis a lot sooner to make her less of a threat... as if she was to First Class anyway.
Smith: I seem to recall that we had this discussion last time too. It seems your allegiances to Artemis are completely thrown out the window.
Bradford: Lies and slander. Look, Artemis is amazing. She's been one of the single most dominant champions that we've ever seen in the business but I've known TJ Bryce for a very long time. I was there when Well Connected came into the picture, too. These three together are dangerous. Well Connected will do whatever TJ says and will make sure he wins no matter what. They weren't there last week so he has them now as his insurance.
Smith: So he's afraid he can't beat Artemis on his own?
Bradford: Of course he can, but why should he?
TJ is on his knees complaining to the referee but when he’s not paying attention, Artemis throws a kick up and knocks TJ in the head knocking him back and Artemis is quick for a cover but only a two as TJ uses one of his three rope breaks to break the pin. Artemis is forced to break the pin but isn’t happy about it. TJ is pointing to his head thinking he’s outsmarted Artemis and is down to 2 rope breaks.
Smith: TJ Bryce just used a rope break to get out of that pin and is now down to two! Not sure how wise that may have been.
Bradford: It's perfectly smart. 2 more to go, use less energy to kick out. 2 more rope breaks is plenty for Teej!
Artemis grabs TJ by the foot trying to pull him forward but TJ hangs onto the ropes and uses his feet to push Artemis off and she rolls backwards but comes charging back. TJ is getting up but Artemis catches him with a right knee to the side of the head while he’s in the ropes knocking him to the outside. Lenny and T-Zone rush over to help TJ up with the count out beginning. They’re brushing TJ off and talking him down. He nods his head with the count up to 11 and slides back into the ring. The ref keeping Artemis at bay while TJ gets into the ring.
Smith: There's those damn goons coming back into play again. It's really getting on my nerves when you can't just have a good, clean championship match anymore. There's always got to be somebody or something involved. Artemis is fighting off 3 and Pyeton is banned from ringside, it's like First Class is trying to screw her at every turn.
Bradford: No, Smith. You're wrong. Completely wrong. See, Well Connected are here to ASSIST TJ Bryce just like they did, picking him off the ground and brushing him off and helping him collect himself. They're assistants, Smith. And you're even MORE wrong about them trying to screw her. Artemis goes around each and every show and talks about just how good she is and how she's the most dominant champion. She says she's more dominant than Bryce Manning was as champion, that she's better than Bryce, the only actual talent to really believe in the power of our new champion, Tommy Angel. So IC3 is ensuring that Artemis can stand up to her words. I mean, if she plans to be MSW Champion some day she needs to be able to prove herself.
Smith: How has she not proven herself? Tag champion..
Bradford: Given to her by her brother.
Smith: Women's Champion...
Bradford: She had one tough match with Kat Jones who couldn't even beat that ginger Irish chick and got herself fired. Don't get me wrong, she's had some good matches, but nothing to push her like this. This is First Class benefiting her.
Smith: Pure 15 Champion, she beat Chris Williams for it and then defended it in that fatal 4 way two weeks ago.
Bradford: Dumb luck. That's why TJ Bryce is rematching now. She's unproven. No real opponents until now. She's so far from the MSW Championship and TJ Bryce is proving it right now! IC3 did say she was fairly impressive, and she is off to a great start, but he did tell her to keep it up or he'd fire her. So he's not THAT impressed. This isn't the Danny Stevenson or RWD Era anymore.
He keeps his eye on Artemis and as soon as he’s in but TJ moves and Artemis nearly flies over the top but realizes what it would mean and is able to throw her body down just in time to crouch and bounce into the ropes and rushes forward across the ring. Artemis hits the ropes and TJ looks at her to try and catch her coming but he’s caught with a Falcon Kick (single leg dropkick). Well, so she thought but TJ was able to catch her single leg and turn it into a single leg crab with a big smile on his face, Well Connected outside cheering him on. Artemis is struggling, TJ Bryce keeps the pressure on but she’s able to make it to the ropes using a rope break, using one of her three, now down to two. TJ holds it until the count of 4 before letting go to risk disqualification.
Smith: And there's Artemis using a rope break to get out of a very stick and possibly very dangerous situation! And then there's TJ Bryce holding it longer than he should! It's a damn rope break, let her go!
Bradford: He did, Smith! Pay attention. He has until the count of 5 to let go and he did. He's still in it and unfortunately so is Artemis.
Thing continued like this, Well Connected causing some distractions but not enough for Artemis to be thrown off her game. Time has passed, action continues with numerous near counts, the time count is now down to five minutes, each left with one rope break. Artemis appears to be in control but TJ isn’t giving much room to keep control. Artemis is looking to pick TJ up off the apron but he counters with quick roll up trapping her legs but at two she’s able to kick out. As she does, TJ is able to flip it over into a crossface and is yanking back on it but Artemis is able to roll it over looking for a pin counter but just as soon as she does Well Connected are right back on the apron distracting, keeping the referee away and Artemis releases the pin.
Smith: Amazing counter from Artemis but will the referee do something about those two? They've gotten involved more times than should be legally allowed and yet they're STILL getting involved. I'm sick of it. I'm so sick and tired of seeing this. Good people left and right... Drew Stevenson, Scotty Addams, Duke Andrews, all feeling the wrath of First Class because they don't believe in IC3. And now Artemis!
Bradford: You really should quit being so Bias, Smith! Artemis, as much as I don't want to admit, for all intents and purposes, could have had that won but instead she chose to let the pin go.
Smith: Because the referee got distracted by Well Connected! If T-Zone and Lenny were not out here, Artemis could have had that victory right there!
Bradford: She's also making the mistake of keeping her back turned on TJ Bryce! He's getting up, Smith! And when he does it's all over for Artie! Down with Kaiser!
The booing was heavy but not just from Well Connected, it was because another member of First Class, Delsin Oswald comes running out.
Smith: Come on, ENOUGH! What the hell is Delsin Oswald doing out here?! Wasn't his cheap victory over Tevolo earlier tonight enough?!
Bradford: YES! D-O BABY!
Artemis doesn’t even see it as she’s too busy with Well Connected. Delsin actually grabs the PURE 15 championship from ringside and slides into the ring. Artemis turns around, mostly likely to keep an eye on TJ but when she see’s Delsin she goes for him just to be nailed across the head with the championship.
We get a quick scene of the back, Peyton pacing back and forth unable to stand the fact that if he goes out there right now, it takes away everything Artemis strives for in MSW, then the camera cuts back to the ring.
Delsin dips from the ring, timekeeper calls out 2 minutes left and Delsin ducks under the apron. Well Connected jump off of the apron and TJ Bryce quickly crawls over to cover Artemis. He hooks the near leg and the referee rushes down for the count but doesn’t notice that Artemis, who has 1 rope break left, has her far foot under the ropes. The referee counts-- one, two, three.
Artemis isn’t moving, the crowd is booing and the bell sounds. TJ Bryce is handed the championship and he holds it up high, First Class enters the ring. Peyton rushes out since the match is over to help Artemis, as medics rush out and we cut to a commercial break.
TJ Bryce segment
Coming back from commercial, after managing to steal the PURE15 Championship from Artemis Kaiser, the scene opened with TJ Bryce- as happy as can be with the gold thrown over his right shoulder. T-Zone and The Lenny had got their bells rung by Artemis in the match, she managed to fight three off but the extra hand by Delsin Oswald was just too much for MSW's first Triple Crown Champion to handle. Moving through the back, Teej carried a nauseating sense of confidence about himself and that was only amplified with the PURE15 Championship in his possession.
TJ Bryce: I told her that I'd leave as champion, these people are too stupid to realize who the best is.
T-Zone: Hell yeah, tell'em boss.
The Lenny: That was SICK, boss. Now there's no doubt who the elite is and it sure as hell ain't Artemis "Concussed" Kaiser!
TJ Bryce: I'd say I'm worried about her condition- but then I'd be lying, and the world knows there's one thing TJ Bryce isn't.. and that's a liar.
If there was an option to freeze the frame and drop a pair of the "Deal With It" sunglasses over Bryce, this would be that time. Instead, the three chuckled. Soon, they'd be escorting their First Class brother, Tommy Angel out to his match with Duke Andrews- where TJ knew without a shadow of a doubt that once again, First Class would leave victorious as IC3 had assembled the greatest collective talent.. ever. As they turned the corner- sitting on a black production crate, we see one of MSW's hottest young stars- Logan Brock talking to a stagehand. With the night off, Brock was keeping an eye on developments as he was the type to keep out of problems unless of course, it had something to do with him.
TJ Bryce: What's the matter with you kid, don't you have class?
Logan- unsure who TJ was talking to, paid no mind to the PURE15 Champion which irritated Teej.
TJ Bryce: Hey punk, I'm talking to you!
Brock arched a brow and pushed himself off of the crate, standing his ground. TJ Bryce and Well Connected moved towards the two and as Bryce seemed to be glaring in Logan Brock's direction- he made a sharp turn and got in the face of the young- smaller stagehand who looked terrified.
TJ Bryce: I asked you a question stupid!
T-Zone: Yeah nerd, answer the man!
The Lenny: I think a swirlie is in this punk's future!
T-Zone and Lenny shared a sophomoric handshake as Logan looked at the stagehand- sensing the kid's fear and spoke up-
Logan Brock: What's your deal?
Bryce- taken back by Logan Brock speaking out in his direction looked at his boys before pointing his thumb at himself.
TJ Bryce: Whoa.. Whoa- did you just address me with THAT tone?!
T-Zone: He totes did boss!
The Lenny: Maybe there's TWO swirlies in the future!
With another sophomoric high five in effect- Logan Brock chuckled before he scoffed.
Logan Brock: Listen Dumb and Dumber- I'd suggest you shut up before I knock you out- and you-
Brock fixed his attention on TJ Bryce-
Logan Brock: You're a bully- nothing more. You run with these two idiots 'cause you're insecure and know you're not good enough to get things done on your own. You didn't impress ANYONE with that garbage earlier- we both know that Kaiser should still have that title you're wearing now.
TJ Bryce: WH- WHAT?!
Absolutely floored by Logan Brock's words- Bryce didn't expect the young star to stand up to them the way he did.. but knew he couldn't be filmed being told off like he was now- fumbling for words, Teej managed to speak up-
TJ Bryce: Slow down, Wile E. Coyote before we drop an ACME Anvil on your head. Do you know- do you have any understanding on who the HELL you're talking to!? They're Well Connected, but we're FIRST CLASS! We RUN MSW! If I wasn't so worn out from earlier I'd slap the taste o-
Brock had heard enough and shoved past the stagehand and got in Bryce's face- going nose to nose.
Logan Brock: You'd do what.. exactly?
Showing ZERO fear, Logan Brock's glare burnt a hole through Teej that extended out towards Well Connected.
TJ Bryce: Your mouth is going to write a check your ass can't cash kid.
Logan Brock: I'm ready whenever you are.
Not backing down from Teej and Well Connected, Teej backed up as Well Connected acted as if they were 'holding him back'-
TJ Bryce: You're lucky we've got things to do and they're here or else I would of put your simple self down! You're trash kid, you're nothing- you're freakin' gum under my shoe!
Logan Brock: You know where to find me... "champ."
The way Brock said it was dripping with sarcasm, causing Teej to flinch as if he wanted to move forward but Well Connected had him locked down.
Logan Brock: I'd take that title away from you quicker than a blink of an eye TJ, don't forget that.
Bryce simply pointed in Logan's direction as Well Connected pulled him away.. once the three were out of the shot- the camera panned back to Brock who was standing next to the stagehand- before Brock slapped him on the shoulder.
Logan Brock: That's how you deal with bullies Bobby- when you stand up to them, they back down. Don't let that guy boss you around and make you feel like you're insignificant, put him in his place next time.
The stagehand simply nodded, glad and relieved Logan Brock was there or else.. he knew he'd be a victim to hazing and insults.
Duke Andrews vs MSW Champion Tommy Angel w/ First Class
The single guitar riff of "Trenches" by Pop Evil hits the sound system as the lights dim. A quick flash of white and bright green lights flicker before settling in front of the curtain. At the 13 second mark, Duke Andrews steps from behind the curtain, standing at the center of the stage. Wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with "Epitome of Perfection" written in a script font across the chest. His right hand in the air.
"No time to hide
I'm alive on the inside
Breaking up my mind on the front lines
When I survive, when I survive another day
This great divide
Side by side on the inside
Breaking up our minds on the front lines
Never again, never again will I be denied
Here I come"
Duke has made his way down the ramp and to the ring.
Gavin Grey: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, standing six feet four inches, from Grand Rapids, Michigan....the Epitome of PERFECTION....DUKE ANDREWS!"
Duke hits the top turnbuckle of the ring furthest from the ramp with his right hand back in the air.
"I've waited all my life to get out of trenches
I'm ready to fight for what I believe you can steal from me
I won't take this
Gonna fill these trenches
And stand up
Wake up"
Suddenly the music cuts off as the oh so familiar sound of coins clanging together accompanied by a cash register ding of Pink Floyd's “Money (Instrumental)” hit the PA system. The crowd boos mercilessly as Tommy Angel slowly emerges from the back wearing a pair of black trunks with the First Class logo on the back, the MSW Championship fit snuggly around his waist. He slowly begins to walk down the ramp with all of First Class in toe; Izzy on his arm flanked by The Skylarks with heavy bandages wrapped around their stomachs, IC4 was only a few steps behind them looking pumped as ever despite the beating he took earlier in the night with Delsin Oswald walking next to him albeit a little sore from his match with Tevolo earlier n the night. Trailing the pack was TJ Bryce with the MSW PURE 15 title in toe with Well Connected on either side of him. Behind them was the proud Poppa himself, IC3 clapping with approval with Eugene B. Varano to his right threatening to sue an obnoxious member of the crowd and Ed Trampke to his left nodding with an authoritative power walk next to the boss.
Gavin Grey: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by First Class, he weighed in tonight at 203lbs, hailing Los Angeles, California he is YOUR MSW Heavyweight Champion... TOMMY ANGEL!
Bradford: Look at this classless crowd, these are Stevenson's people! And Duke Andrews is in bed with that degenerate. It makes me sick!
Smith: Why does it make you sick? It takes a lot of courage to stand up against corruption, even if your numbers are small. He knows First Class is going to make his life hell for standing up for his longtime friend and he doesn't give a damn either! MSW needs more people like Duke!
Bradford: How dare you talk that way about the First Family of MSW! This isn't Stevensonland anymore and I'll keep telling you over and over until it gets through your thick little skull; get with the times! He's the boss, he calls the shots and like it or not you'll have no choice but to learn to love it.
Duke begins to scan around the ring as First Class suddenly breaks ranks as IC4, the Skylarks, Delsin Oswald, and even Ed Trampke each decide to take a side of the ring as if they may try to enter all at once. IC4 hops up to one side and Duke quickly goes to run and swing only for IC4 to quickly hop off. Then both the Skylarks try to enter on their side of the ring and Duke lunges for them only for them to do the same. Then Delsin hops up and Duke nearly hits him, just barely missing his nose by less than an inch. Finally as Duke frantically scans around the ring expecting a IC4, Skylarks, or Trampke ambush he's instead met by Tommy Angel running at him full speed, hitting him in the head with the MSW Championship as the crowd turns livid.
The referee tries to reprimand Tommy Angel but quickly stops as IC3 barks at him to ring the bell and shut up. Mike Maddix, reluctantly standing in for Billy Vegas who was hurt earlier in the night thanks to Chris Williams rings the bell.
Tommy Angel quickly goes for the corner as IC4 quickly grabs the MSW Championship near the apron and hands it off to IC3. The referee drops down and only manages to get a 2 count. Tommy Angel quickly goes for another pin as the referee only manages a 2 count. Frustrated he hooks both legs as Andrews kicks out again at 2.
Bradford: Veteran move by Tommy Angel. By going for the pin often and early he's exhausting Duke Andrews. At this rate he'll run out of gas the longer this match goes.
Smith: Veteran move? This was premeditated and you know it! He ambushed him with the championship belt in an attempt to put this match away quickly.
Bradford: 100% legal. The bell hadn't rung yet. When you're the Champion everyone is trying to take your spot. You're under attack from all sides and you have to take every advantage you can get. Week in and week out you have to give it your all; even in a non-title match. A win here could go a long way to earn a future championship opportunity and he just can't risk that happening.
Smith: He didn't earn it, Scotty Addams was never given a fair chance. It was a setup from the very get go. It wasn't enough for IC3 to buy the company, he has to shove it in everyone's faces with his poster boy holding the belt. He's bound determined to recreate MSW in his image.
Tommy Angel quickly clocks Andrews with a punch to the face as he tries to sit up and he follows up by another and another. Angel repeatedly rains down with a barrage of punches as the referee calls for a clean break. Tommy continues to ignore until the count of 4 when the referee practically pries him off of Duke Andrews, as Duke's forehead has been busted open at this point. First Class are all applauding and shouting encouragement at this point as Duke manages to get his hand on the middle rope as he slowly begins to pull himself up.
Smith: And now Duke Andrews is busted open, no doubt due to the belt and a barrage of punches!
Bradford: Duke is paying for his sins right now. He decided to make enemies out of the wrong people and instead of keeping his nose out business that didn't concern him he decided to try and be a hero!
Smith: Sins? How is standing up for what you believe in a sin? How is standing up for your friend and against corruption a sin? He's doing what's right, he's daring to stand up against this tyranny! He doesn't deserve this!
Tommy Angel and Mike Maddix have a heated but brief exchange of words before Tommy shoved him out of the way, Tommy Angel goes to forcibly help Duke Andrews to his feet but manages to get hit with a sucker punch for his trouble as Tommy Angel quickly dropped to a knee clutching his stomach. Duke manages to make it back to a full vertical base as he follows up with a left, a left, a left followed by a right hook as he sends Tommy Angel backwards. The crowd begins to heat up and quickly becomes a rhythmic reaction of dueling chants as Tommy fires back with a punch of his own
Duke fires back with another vicious punch of his own as the two continue to go back and forth.
BOOO!
YAY!
BOOO!
BOOO!
BOOOO!
YAY!
YAY!
YAY!
YAY!
YAY!
Tommy Angel is reeling against the ropes at this point as Mike Maddix goes to intervene and this time Duke Andrews shoves him away only for Tommy Angel to catch him with a swift thumb to the eye.
Maddix is incensed at this point and issues a stern warning to Tommy Angel for playing loosely with the rules only for the Boss to quickly overrule him.
IC3: If you disqualify him you'll be fired! Do you hear me? I pay you to officiate the matches around here and ultimately you're playing by my rules, do you hear me, Mike? Thomas has incurred no such rule violation of which you speak!
Smith: And now IC3 is threatening Mike Maddix for trying to do his job!
Bradford: If the boss says if there was no rule violation then no such violation occurred!
Smith: Just because his puppet Billy Vegas isn't around to enforce the rules as loosely as possible he has the nerve to threaten Maddix with termination. This is a singles match, not no DQ or only one side can be DQ'd!
Bradford: Ultimately IC3's word is the law of the land, have you been living under a rock?
Smith: He's a fucking megalomaniac is what he is!
Bradford: Language! You're going to eat another fine over that! Where's your class, Smith?
Smith: It's true! IC3 and First Class are absolutely drunk with power and they're abusing it every step of the way! I don't do this for the paycheck! I do it because I love doing what I do. I love calling the action in the ring, I love helping this business grow. Danny Stevenson built a wrestling juggernaut built on tradition and respect and it makes me sick to see these clowns destroy what he and the roster built so hard to create!
As this is going on Tommy Angel is quick to follow this up with a Cradle DDT as his torso as well as the mat is stained red in Duke's blood by this point on the point of impact, the brawling doing little to keep the wound small. Tommy grabs him by the chin forcefully as he shouts at his foe.
Tommy Angel: Still think I mean nothing to the industry? Do you?! Do you still think I'm a paper champion? DO YOU?
Tommy Angel: Facing me is the closest you're ever getting to that MSW Championship you disgusting Dollar Store Johnny Cash knockoff. DO YOU HEAR ME?
Tommy's eyes go wide as Duke Andrews flips him the double bird in defiance.
Bradford: AAAH! HE CAN'T DO THAT! HE CAN'T DO THAT!
Smith: He can and he did! Despite it all Duke Andrews in a fit of defiance shows that he won't go down without a fight! The fact that Tommy can't break him is starting to get to him. Give em hell, Duke!
Bradford: And you say that if it's a good thing? Tommy Angel has the upperhand, he's fresh, and he's got the Boss's blessing. Duke is only showing that he's a glutton for punishment!
Tommy Angel in a fit of rage drives his right knee straight into the head of Duke Andrews, protective metal brace and all, using it as a weapon. Tommy Angel drops down and goes to pin Duke again with the ref initially refusing to count due to Tommy Angel intentionally being loose with the rules once again before a death glare from IC3 mouthing “Do it” before he drops down to count the pin. 1...2...KICKOUT. Duke manages to get the arm up at the last moment!
Smith: And still Duke Andrews refuses to stay down! Despite throwing nearly everything he has at him Tommy still can't manage to put Duke away.
Bradford: He's digging his own grave. He should just throw in the towel now and beg for forgiveness. The longer this goes on the worse it's going to get.
Smith: Duke is showing a tremendous amount of heart tonight and despite it all he's not going to give First Class what they want. They can't break his spirit, they can't break his resolve and despite all the blood they still haven't broken his body!
Bradford: You sycophant. You just insist on biting the hand that feeds aren't you? Drew Stevenson can't even save him without becoming a certified felon! He's alone, he's outnumbered and he's definitely outclassed.
In a fit of rage Tommy Angel throws up three fingers before Maddix throws two back. Tommy Angel gets to his feet and violently shoves Maddix to the ground as he backs up and begins to undo his knee brace.
Tommy Angel manages to get his brace off and holds it up as Duke Andrews is stirring on the mat, fully intending to use it as a weapon. Maddix gets back to his feet and begins to wrestle for control of the brace. Finally Maddix manages to force the brace out of Tommy's hand and tosses it to the outside as Tommy again shoves him, this time against the ropes. Just when it looked like Tommy was about to seriously hurt the official get gets blindsided by a spear from Duke Andrews! Duke rains repeatedly down on Tommy Angel with a flurry of fists, the crowd getting hotter and hotter with each punch before nearly going nuts when this time Duke Andrews busts Tommy Angel open. IC3 is seen visibly shaken at the display of blood pouring from his champion, the very beating he was trying to avoid his investment from taking. This time Maddix was a lot slower to call for a clean break after Tommy Angel nearly crippled him and only reluctantly does so out of fear for his job. Andrews keeps the foot on the gas however as he scoops Tommy Angel up and positions him between his legs and lifting him up above his head, his opponent held up by his arms back to back before slamming him down with that patented Perfection Plant (Razor's Edge). The sickening thud echoed throughout the arena as Tommy Angel folded like an accordion from the impact.
Smith: PERFECTION PLANT! Even with the deck stacked against him Duke Andrews still managed to find a way! He's on the verge of securing a signature win in Missouri State Wrestling over the Heavyweight Champion! IC3 is viasably shaken and Izzy looks like she's as pale as a ghost!
Bradford: This is a travesty! This match should be thrown out! Mike Maddix was showing him preferential treatment!
Smith: The only reason why Tommy Angel hasn't been disqualified by now was because IC3 threatened to fire Maddix for doing his job. Never in my entire career have I seen an official take so much punishment and abuse with zero repercussions. Can you blame Maddix after he was nearly seriously injured?
Bradford: YES! He has one job Smith, one job and he can't even do that right! Now Tommy Angel is about to be screwed and Duke Andrews is going to scrape by with a victory by the skin of his teeth!
Smith: It's perseverance. He endured the storm and he made a statement after weathering the onslaught. I wouldn't call that "by the skin of his teeth", I'd call that showing true grit! Duke Andrews is on the verge of defying the odds!
IC3 had seen enough and so had First Class. Just when it looked like Duke was sizing him up for the 30.06 First Class had surrounded the ring again and everyone besides IC3, Izzy, and Eugene Varano were positioned on all four sides. Duke was wearing a crimson mask but he wasn't going to go down without a fight as he began to mentally prepare himself the best he could. Duke Andrews was stuck in a bad position- TJ Bryce stood on one side of the apron, Well Connected and the heavily bandaged Skylarks did the same. Delsin Oswald's massive frame and toothy smile occupied one side and of course, IC4 made sure all bases were covered. Tommy Angel, who's face was just as much of a bloody mess as Andrews' had- in intelligent fashion, backed near where Oswald had stood to have the numbers on his side-
Smith: This pack like mentality needs to be stopped! First Class is RUINING MSW!
Bradford: Oh give it a rest Fake Alex! Mister Cornelius owns Missouri State Wrestling, this is him showing his power! Duke Andrews is done! HA-HA!
Smith: How can you find pleasure in this?! The guy has Wolf Parker stalking Drew Stevenson, not only that but he has Varano pulling strings to torture Drew from every possible angle- he had a hand in TJ Bryce STEALING the PURE15 Championship from Artemis Kaiser earlier this evening.. and now, when his champion faces adversity- he calls for the reserves!
Bradford: Obviously you've never been in a position of power Smith, this is what champions do!
Smith: Champions?! More like chumps! First Class is nothing but a bunch of cowards! Nothing but a bunch of damn wolves!
Duke realized he was outnumbered eight to one, this was without counting Trampke who had rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.. now making it nine on one. With IC3 and Izzy grinning down from the ring apron- IC3 held his thumb in a sidewards motion like that of Joaquin Phoenix from Gladiator-
Smith: .. great, as if his ego wasn't big enough. Now he thinks he's Emperor Commodus?!
Bradford: HA! He's LORD CORNELIUS!
Tommy Angel at this point had lost so much blood in such short time that he couldn't stand on his own two feet, Duke Andrews- who wore a crimson mask as well didn't seem to be as woozy as Angel- he was conscious enough to look around at the number he was outnumbered by and flipped them off- one by one- by one- until he finally looked down at IC3, Izzy and Varano and shot them a DOUBLE BIRD! The crowd ERUPTED for Duke's show of defiance as IC3 shook his head and turned his neutral angled thumb... down.
IC3: END HIM!
Smith: C'MON!
Bradford: SOMEONE CALL THE WAH-BULANCE!
IC4 faked getting into the ring causing Duke to turn to him which allowed Ed Trampke to slide beneath the bottom rope and push himself up- charging at Andrews, Duke turned and..
Smith: DUKE ANDREWS JUST KNOCKED IC3'S STOOGE OUT!
Duke connected with a sick 30.06 that caused Trampke's legs to turn to spaghetti.
Bradford: THAT'S ASSAULT! ED TRAMPKE WAS JUST TRYING TO INTERVENE AND STOP DUKE FROM COMMITTING CAREER SUICIDE!
Smith: Give me a break!
Then... hell rained down on Duke Andrews. Delsin hopped over the top rope showing that amazing agility for a man his size- stuck the landing and clobbered Duke from behind with a huge forearm shot to the back and neck. IC4 jumped in as well quickly putting the boot to a downed Drew Stevenson.. The Skylarks limped their way toward Duke and joined in on the stomping. TJ Bryce pointed at Well Connected and motioned them to get involved... and Bryce's lackies indeed jumped in. T-Zone and The Lenny jumped into the ring- slid towards Duke Andrews and begun to fire off rights and lefts to Duke who was taking strikes from every angle. As Teej moved towards Tommy and extended a hand to his brother in need, Tommy stood up buck fell backwards into the corner- Teej on the other hand called out to his 'posse.'
TJ Bryce: STAND HIS PUNKASS UP! STAND'EM UP!
Smith: THIS IS SICK! DREW STEVENSON IS FREAKIN' BANNED FROM RINGSIDE, WHO'S GONNA SHOW DUKE SOME SUPPORT?!
Bradford: No-One! No-one is going to help Duke Andrews, you know why Smith?! Because everyone in the back knows.. Don't.. Cross.. the Boss.
Smith: The hell with that! Someone needs to help Duke before he's taken out! We've already seen Artemis Kaiser be possibly taken out of action when she got smacked across the head with the PURE15 Title.. It seems like it's gonna happen again!
Teej tapped at the PURE15 Title as Delsin grabbed hold of Duke's right arm- IC4 grabbed at Duke's left- Well Connected and The Skylarks put their heads together and made sure to hold Duke's shoulder and head in place as Andrews' eyes had glazed over. Teej looked to Angel as Tommy shot Teej a thumbs up.. but before Bryce could shoot forward-
Smith: FINALLY! FINALLY DUKE GETS SOME HELP!
The man that had his nght ruined earlier by Delsin Oswald and Frank Debauchee- 'The Young Gun' Tevolo shot from beyond the curtain like a bat out of hell and put the brakes to a screeching halt as First Class laughed at the lack of numbers he brought with him-
Bradford: Stupid kid! Jake is going to be pissed the hell off that he's interjecting himself into something that doesn't concern him!
Smith: I'd dare to go onto record saying that Jacob Mitchell would be out here with his pupil, he wouldn't stand for this!
Bradford: Oh you stupid old geezer.. Jake would be proud of how they've used the numbers game! Natural Selection ring a bell!?
While Smith and Bradford bickered over the possibilities, Tevolo took a deep breath as Trampke who was formally knocked out- rolled out of the ring and tried to approach Tevolo but.. that fell on deaf ears as Tevolo sprung forward and nearly ripped Trampke in half-
Smith: MY GOD, TEVOLO JUST SMEARED TRAMPKE OUTSIDE THE ARENA!
The crowd popped like CRAZY for that spear- Trampke's neck snapped back from the impact as First Class let Duke fall and turned their attention to him. Tevolo circled around the ring- ignoring legal threats from Varano and scooped up a black folding chair that was left unoccupied after the madness had erupted in the arena.
Bradford: THAT'S AN ILLEGAL WEAPON! HOW DARE HE!
Smith: That's a damn equalizer!
IC3 shouted at Tevolo, giving him an ultimatum but that didn't seem to matter as Tevolo faked a few steps with the chair to get into the ring all as "Over and Under" by Egypt Central pounded through the arena-
Smith: CHRIS WILLIAMS! CHRIS WILLIAMS! CHRIS WILLIAMS FOR THE SAVE!
Williams' theme had put new life into the crowd who seemed to think things were lost as a camera panned to a shot of IC3 who looked FURIOUS. Duke Andrews was beginning to stir now but First Class was too busy looking for Williams who.. hadn't moved through the curtain. In that moment which provided a great opening, Tevolo slid into the ring and managed to crack one Skylark across the head with a chair!
Smith: GET'EM KID!
The second bandaged up Skylark tried to help his fallen brother but Tevolo cracked him as well- this time swinging the chair like a baseball bat which took him out!
Smith: THE NUMBERS ARE DROPPING!
But before Tevolo was successful in landing any more chair shots, Oswald and IC4 had managed to knock Tevolo down with shots to the back- which then caused the crowd to erupt again as hopping the barricade.. was Chris Williams- and he came prepared!
Bradford: TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND!
In his hands was a Louisville Slugger and he put that sucker to work. Hitting T-Zone first in the gut- he doubled over and Williams brought the bat across of his back which sent one half of Well Connected down! The Lenny tried to jump at Williams but Chris kicked him in the stomach and used the blunt end of the bat to come down across the back of The Lenny's head which eliminated HIM from the picture!
Smith: MSW IS STANDING UP TO THE CORRUPTION!
Bradford: Fired- FIRE THEM ALL!
Williams was on a roll, he looked towards TJ Bryce but before he could get to him- somehow, T-Zone grabbed onto Chris' right leg- slowing him just enough for Delsin to intercept him. Tommy Angel had been handed a towel by Varano and cleaned up most of the old blood across his head which allowed him to move towards a stunned Chris Williams and begun putting work in with left and rights!
Bradford: Yes! Go to work Tommy!
Chris ducked beneath a right hand that Tommy threw- let Tommy turn around and kicked him in the gut. Scooping him up over his shoulder..
Smith: WILLIAMS IS GONNA HIT ANGEL WITH THE BOILING POINT!
.. but IC4 made the save and decked Chris across the stomach which allowed Tommy to fall backwards and land on his feet. Chris sprung forward from his semi-dazed state and hit IC4- in forth taking him down with a clothesline!
Smith: This is pure freakin' pandemonium out here!
Tevolo had gotten back up and was exhanging lefts and rights with Delsin Oswald when- through the craziness, the sly nature of Frank Debauchee showed as he had snuck to ringside and reached under the ropes, grabbing hold of Tevolo and yanked him out of the ring.
Smith: What the hell is Debauchee doing out here now?!
Before Tevolo could stand tall, Debauchee clocked him across the side of the face with a right hand- that JUST so happened to be decorated with a pair of brass knuckles. Tevolo stumbled backwards- he didn't fall and that gave Frank every chance he needed to book it out of there before Tevolo could do the same. As Frank jumped the barricade and moved through the sea of fans, Tevolo did the same- leaving Chris Williams to fend for himself as Duke Andrews still moved very slowly to get up. Delsin Oswald rolled out of the ring, stunned from the hands he ate on behalf of Tevolo and that was as Peyton Kaiser had stormed from the back, grabbing hold of Oswald from behind and SLAMMING him face first into the ringpost!
Smith: MSW'S FIRST HERO IS LENDING A HAND TO ELIMINATE FIRST CLASS!
IC3 was once again losing it, he was doing everything he could to try and gain control of the situation. Peyton had zero interest in what was going on within the ring with Chris Williams having to fight off IC4, TJ Bryce and a still dazed Tommy Angel, rather, Peyton just wanted Oswald for what had happened with his sister earlier in the show. As Oswald managed to reach the barricade- Peyton lunged forward and nearly took his head off with a HUGE lariat that sent Oswald crashing over into the crowd.
The crowd was going absolutely insane for Peyton here- all as Oswald had pushed himself up enough to get up and back up in the crowd- Peyton followed and continued the assault with wicked rights and lefts.
Smith: THERE'S FIGHTS ALL OVER THE ARENA! KAISER AND OSWALD IN THE CROWD, DEBAUCHEE AND TEVOLO PROBABLY IN ARROWHEAD STADIUM- ALL THE MEAN WHILE CHRIS WILLIAMS IS DOING ALL HE CAN TO KEEP HIS GROUND AGAINST FIRST CLASS!
Finally seeming to gain an edge over Williams, Angel and Bryce worked him over- The Skylarks were beaten and bruised but had slowly stirred and one half of Well Connected was conscious. The crowd broke into ANOTHER roar as sprinting out from the back now was Logan Brock who had got into it with TJ Bryce and Well Connected earlier- Brock was all business and as ripped his shirt off and sprinted to the ring- ducked beneath a double clothesline attempt from The Skylarks- jumped into the air as Trampke had got to his feet right in front of the apron- and Brock got high enough to put both knees on Trampke's shoulders and drove him backwards so Trampke's back slammed across the apron- giving Brock the shot to catapult himself onto the apron in one fluid motion and slingshot himself into the ring, taking TJ Bryce and T-Zone out with a crossbody!
With Brock now working on Bryce who had rolled out of the ring- Duke had gotten to his feet and joined Chris Williams in standing up to Angel and IC4- that was as IC3 got on the mic quickly, knowing things had gotten out of hand-
IC3: SECURITY! SECURITY! I NEED ALL SECURITY TO RINGSIDE.. NOW!
Black shirts quickly filled the ring- separating Angel, IC4 and The Lenny from Chris Williams and a 80's-ish era bloody mess, Duke Andrews. Managing to get outside and stop Brock's assault on TJ Bryce- they shoved Logan Brock backwards and out of the way, holding him back as he was freakin' HOT and wanted to go more!
IC3: This is UNACCEPTABLE! Chris Williams?! Tevolo?! Logan.. Brock!? Peyton Kaiser! You are NOT to interfere in First Class business- security, where the hell is Delsin Oswald?! SOMEONE FIND OSWALD!
A few security members ran in the direction of where Oswald and Kaiser were seen brawling earlier as IC3 continued-
The chorus of boos were successful in drowning out IC3's voice-
IC3: Yeah? And I want him to go away and never come back, sadly we can't always get what we want!
IC3: Don't make me pump the volume up a-
Whether or not they had someone paid off on the audio/video side of things- IC3 was NOT thrilled with what we've come to know as The Capital Crew's theme kicking in OVER IC3's voice. The crowd popped like freakin' crazy as from different sides of the arena- we see Frankie Cocheese with a black bandana tied over the lower portion of his face and of course- his pal, Clyde" Barrel" Chambers. As both men moved through the crowd, Frankie jumped the barricade as Barrel stepped over it-
Bradford: *gulp*
Smith: ... now it's a party.
Frankie and Barrel joined each at other's side- as Frankie nodded at Barrel, causing the big man to pull himself onto the apron and stepped over the top rope. IC3's mic was still cut off as Frankie slid beneath the ropes and pushed himself up to stand aside of his enforcer as Angel, IC4, The broken Skylarks and TJ Bryce were all standing.. then, war happened.
Smith: NOW THE TABLES ARE TURNED!
Not even security could stop what had happened- Frankie and Barrel threw caution to the wind and took out a few black shirted, private security members as Duke Andrews and Chris Williams too jumped forward. For the SECOND week in a row, The Capital Crew had played a part in foiling IC3's devious plans and that didn't sit well with him. Shouting for Tommy to exit the ring, Tommy did so- IC3 called out to TJ Bryce as well who ducked out and JUST managed to grab hold of the PURE15 Title before Frankie kicked it out of the ring. With Barrel and Chris Williams tossing security out of the ring- IC3, Izzy, Tommy, Varano and TJ Bryce had escaped up the ramp and stood at the top- security surrounded them as the fans broke out in chants-
"TOM-ME IS A PUS-SEE!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"BARREL'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"BARREL'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"BARREL'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"CO-CHEESE!"
"CO-CHEESE!"
"CO-CHEESE!"
"C-DUB!"
"C-DUB!"
"C-DUB!"
Several different chants sounded through the arena, the fans changed it up as IC3 covered his ears with his hands and shook his head violently refusing to listen to what the people were calling for. The final blow in eliminating First Class from ringside came with IC4 pushing himself up, completely oblivious to what had gone on because.. well he was dense as they came and found himself- much like Duke was, at the mercy of the collective unit in the ring.
Smith: Let's see how IC3 likes it when it's HIS people on the receiving end of a beating like they gave Duke!"
Quickly realizing he was in a bad position, IC4 tried to offer a handshake- not before Frankie shook his head- Barrel tilted his head back, Chris Williams did the same as Frankie and Duke Andrews wiped some blood away from his forehead with the back of his right hand and fired off his trademark kick- dropping IC4 on the spot. Duke kicked him out of ring to the delight of the people as the crowd popped again. With First Class' most important at the top of the ramp reeling from the CRAZY turn of events, it didn't take long for Logan Brock to make his way around the ring and stand at the foot of the stage- staring up at them but pointing directly at TJ Bryce and made the title motion across his waist-
Smith: Oh.. I think we know who's gunning after TJ Bryce's PURE15 Championship!
Bradford: He hasn't earned anything! None of the fools have!
Turning now- the camera cut back to ringside where Frankie and Barrel exchanged "C" motions by pressing their hands against one another- then, they fixed their attention on Duke Andrews and Chris Williams. Frankie and Chris was involved in a pretty epic staredown as Frankie pulled the bandana down from his face and worded something in Chris' direction- Williams returned fire...
Smith: .. oh no, do- don't do this- c'mon Frankie! We need everyone on the same page!
Bradford: HA-HA! They can't get along! They're gonna come to blows!
Frankie said something and nodded his head, Chris did the same as the crowd popped- but before they could get any closer- Duke Andrews stepped forward and used his hands to keep Cocheese and Williams separated- the second Duke's hands extended Barrel charged forward and put the sole of his boot STRAIGHT into Andrews' face, knocking Duke down and out-
Smith: WHAT THE HELL?!
Chris Williams jumped back and scooped up his bat that had been kicked around during the melee, all as Frankie put his arms out to the side...
Frankie Cocheese: Do something!
Williams looked from left to right at Cocheese and Barrel as the camera quickly cut to the top of the stage where IC3, Tommy and Izzy were seen looking on- IC3 and Tommy especially had smiles across their faces knowing that despite the threat from both sides- it was very likely that the volatile situation would result in casualties between the two sides before First Class would seen any damage.. the camera cut on a wide shot of the arena where Cocheese kept his arms out, welcoming Chris to do something and First Class just watching on...
Smith: .. this is exactly what IC3 wants, he doesn't want the attention to be solely on destroying First Class- he wants them to obliterate each other! I hope The Capital Crew realize that First Class is the true enemy, not Missouri State Wrestling! For myself, ladies and gentlemen- and my broadcast partner, we're outta time for the evening.. see you on March 12th!
Bradford: That's IF this promotion doesn't blow up first!
Smith: .. you're not far off from what can happen, Bradford...
Fade.
