2016.04.23: PWN - MSW - MSW PRESENTS WAR

Information & Dark Match card

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZdDSDJsXxg

Date: Saturday, April 23rd
Location: Golden Gate Arena, San Francisco, California
Commentary: Alex Smith (play-by-play), Alex Bradford (color)

Promoter: Isaac Cornelius III

Dark Match #1
Delsin Oswald vs Mark Storm

Dark Match #2
Glint vs Bullshark #6

Dark Match #3
Bonzo The Clown vs Ndamukong Asomugha

Dark Match results

Dark Match #1

Delsin Oswald vs Mark Storm

There wasn't a whole lot to this match. Mark Storm came in with confidence and was really looking to knock off a member of First Class. He figured that if he could do that, it would put a lot of momentum behind him and possibly even open himself up for a championships match. The bell rang and things were definitely not going the way that Mark Storm had wanted. It was just at the last Unstoppable that he faced the big man Ndamukong Asomugha and it didn't fare out so well and this time Delsin's power was too much for Storm, and he was being tossed around like a rag doll for a good portion of the match. Storm was able to keep up with Delsin's speed however, and that made it a little more even of a match. He tried to use his strikes through the match and at one point had Delsin staggered after some good back and forth action and Storm brought Delsin up to his shoulders looking for his GTS, he calls the Dystopia but Delsin threw some elbows into Mark's neck to get out of the hold. Delsin targeted that neck again but this time with a cravat. Delsin wrenched it a few times before tossing Storm overhead with a Cravat Suplex that he calls the Perfect Score. Storm lands flat and is out, Delsin covers for the win.

Winner: Delsin Oswald (Via pinfall after the Perfect Score)

Dark Match #2

Glint vs Bullshark #6

This was the debut of MSW's newest lady from the land down under, Glint. She surprised many people with her height, standing at an awesome Six Feet tall as she stood over the only female of the Bullshark Family, Bullshark #6. Glint really brought the high flying spectrum impressing a lot of fans in her untelevised debut. Of course Bullshark 6 put up a fight with the power of Party Rock behind her, or so she thought since she had been following Jay B around so much. But ultimately the speed and the agility that Glint had brought to the table in this match was not only impressive, but it was enough for her to be able to pick up the secure the victory after her Surfs Up, trouble in paradise kick. Very impressive as she gets cheers from the crowd expecting her back soon.

Winner: Glint (Via pinfall after Surfs Up)

Dark Match #3
BoNzO The Clown vs Ndamukong Asomugha

This was a fairly entertaining match with fun for the whole family throughout. Asomugha didn't manage quite the dominate display he had in his debut and what BoNzO lacked in technical ability he made up for with ingenuity. Asomugha looked frustrated the entire match as BoNzO seemed to enjoy some liberties with grey areas of the rule book. A banana peel is technically not illegal since it wasn't defined in the rule book, nor were balloon animals or the balloon chair he hit him with near the end of the match. Just when it look like Asomugha finally had The Greatest Clown That Ever Lived figured out a swift squirt from his flower was all he needed to put this match on ice. With the Nigerian Nightmare briefly blinded BoNzO was able to connect with The Clown Nose (Atomic Drop followed by hitting the ropes and a Jumping Butt to the Opponent's face). With that the Nightmare became a fairy tale as BoNzO picked up the win via pinfall. After the match BoNzO and Larry Lestrange had a fun time entertaining the crowd during intermission before the main card.

Winner: BoNzO The Clown (Via pinfall after The Clown Nose)

Intro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZdDSDJsXxg

EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB!

Smith: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the biggest event in Missouri State Wrestling history! Welcome to WAR! For the past three months so much has been leading up to this night. The return of Frankie Cocheese and his partner from MLLS, Clyde "Barrel" Chambers, to Duke Andrews and Tevolo stepping up and helping out Drew Stevenson when he really needed it the most in this battle against IC3, First Class and Wolf Parker!

Bradford: And they're going to regret getting involved in business that isn't theirs, either! As if their lives haven't been hell enough, they've got First Class to deal with tonight! TJ Bryce and Tommy Montana will be leaving here tonight as champions, I guarantee it!

Smith: Well anything and everything can happen here in MSW, Bradford, and especially when we're on new turf for the biggest event in MSW HIstory tonight! We've sold out the Golden Gate Arena and these fans are ready for a show! Also tonight The Shades all square off to finally see who is the dominant group of shades! Silas Romero and Nikki Venom finally clash, the Brolympic Games debut as Jay B and IC4 decide who the best "bro" is!

Bradford: The best bro is obviously IC4, Smith. I mean he's been doing this his whole life, and who's Jay B? Just some punk from Las Vegas that wants to think he's from Jersey. Jersey sucks, Smith. Have you ever been? It sucks.

Smith: Well I've never had a problem in New Jersey, but also tonight The Hardcore championship is of course on the line as current champion LeBroc Harris is in the building here tonight and anything is possible! And the Capital Crew may get what they want tonight!

Bradford: Those down right dirty, pieces of trash thugs is what they are, Smith. They've strong armed their way into these title matches tonight. As if Frankie Cocheese being in that MSW Title match wasn't enough because he decided to kidnap poor Izzy, Barrel made his way into that PURE15 title match too!

Smith: Well IC3 made it a stipulation for Duke Andrews. When Duke Andrews defeated BURAI at Unstoppable, it allowed for Barrel to be entered into this match.

Bradford: Strong armed, Smith! They had been after IC3 and First Class for weeks! They practically had a gun to the bosses head!

Smith: He made the decision of his own accord and if Barrel wins it here tonight, IC3 has nobody to blame but himself. But of course, there are two other men in that match. Now, you're probably wondering what I mean by two. Well as you may be aware, a few days ago at the MSW Fan Fest here in San Francisco, Logan Brock was having a great time with some of our amazing fans before he was brutally attacked wtih a pending medical evaluation. He had that evaluation this morning and Logan Brock has not been medically cleared as of this moment, to compete after being assaulted at the Fan Fest. And unfortunately there is no identity known as of this time. And because of such, the PURE15 championship will not be contested in a triple threat match with champion TJ Bryce defending against Barrel and Duke Andrews. We do have some fan cell phone footage that we will show you all momentarily but please do be advised that it is graphic in nature and may not be suitable for all audiences. But the show must go on, so then to top the night, our main event that everybody has been waiting for, the triple threat for the MSW Championship! 

Bradford: I'm waiting to see Tommy Montana kick the snot out of Frankie Cocheese! This match should have been a 1 on 1 but Cocheese did the most despicable of things and forced his way into this match and he's a damn thug that needs to be spending the rest of his life behind bars.  I don't care about a stupid contract, you don't do that to the Golden Princess! 

Smith: Well be that as it may, without further adieu, let's get this show on the road!

EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB! EM ES DUB!

Previously recorded fan footage

Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, once again, earlier this week Logan Brock was attacked earlier this week while conducting promotional work for MSW for the local media only to have been attacked by an unknown assailant. Logan Brock has yet to be officially cleared by the medical staff and his status tonight is very much still in doubt. The following footage was recorded by a fan who was in attendance at the time this heinous attack took place and due to the disturbing footage I have to stress that viewer discretion is advised.

Previously recorded fan footage.

MSW Fan Experience
San Francisco, California
Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Logan Brock could be seen standing at a podium, promoting the event, as the shaky cell phone footage was capturing the press conference already in progress. Right before could resume his thought though a Hispanic man, about 6'6” with black hair and a bandanna covering his face darted out from the side of the stage and started to attack Logan Brock.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

The crowd nearly broke out into a panic as this definitely did not appear to be part of the show, the Hispanic man slamming Logan Brock's head straight through the cheaply made podium, the wood splintering and scattering from the impact before the assailant tossed him into the light stand, causing them to crash to the floor in a domino effect, several of the bulbs shattering.

"WHERE'S SECURITY? WHO LET THIS GUY IN? SECURITY! WE HAVE A SECURITY BREACH!"

A production hand seemed to be yelling for help as the assailant scooped Logan Brock up, and put his head between his legs as formed a diamond with his hands high into the air before scooping him up for a crucifix powerbomb, chucking Brock like a rag doll into a table set up near the stage, completely breaking it in half and scattering paper and equipment everywhere. The assailant then hops of the stage and scatters into a panicked crowd, security unable to pursue him once they appear on the scene. Paramedics arrive on the scene shortly to check on Logan Brock as the footage ends.

Duke Andrews vs Barrel vs TJ Bryce (PURE 15 Champ)

"The following contest is schedule for one fall- and is a Triple Threat match for the PURE 15 Championship..."

That familiar hum of "Shook Ones PT. 1" by Mobb Deep sent the crowd into a early frenzy as once the track kicked in completely- moving through the curtain with his arms high in the air we see the behemoth that was Barrel.

Gavin Grey: Introducing first- a challenger- from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.. Repppppppppresssssenting the Cappppppppppitaaaaaaallllllll Cccrewwwwww..

Barrel threw up the double C hand gesture as he continued down the aisle..

Gavin Grey: Weighing in three hundred and twenty five pounnnnndssssss.. BBBBARRRRRREEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

Alex Smith: In this day and age it's safe to say that the art of being a big man is lost in the industry. A lot of the times finding someone the size of Barrel, they're stiff- they're not athletic.. but not when speaking about this man.

Alex Bradford: I don't like these felons, I think they belong in prison.. I mean just look at Barrel! He should be locked in the pen, not competing for one of MSW's most prestigious prizes!

Alex Smith: It was all the fault of IC3! He outsmarted himself here as he put his champion at a disadvantage having Barrel AND Duke Andrews against TJ Bryce!

As Barrel continued down the aisle with a confident walk, he reached the ring and pulled himself up onto the apron- shoved the top rope down and stepped over it. Once in the ring, he once again threw up the double C's as he ripped his Capital Crew shirt off and tossed it off to the side. His ring attire was telling- it was a pair of black pants with white trim and his tank top seemed to be attached. Across the stomach portion of the torso read "CCTAKNOVR". As he stood in the corner and stretched himself out- his theme cut off the PA- quickly being replaced by "Trenches" by Pop Evil.

Alex Smith: And he's the other challenger- a man who's had to jump through flaming hoops to get a shot at this!

Gavin Grey: Introducing now.. the other challenger.. From Grand Rapids, Michigan.. Weighing in at two hundred twenty three pounds...

Shoving past the curtain Duke Andrews looked prime and ready to go. Staring down at the ring, he jumped from side to side as he loosened up-

Gavin Grey: .. THHHHHHHHHEEEEEEE EPPPPPITOOOOMEEEEEEEE OFFFFFF PEEEEERFFFECCCCTIOOOOOON.. DDDDDUUUUKKKKKEEEE... ANNNNNDREEEEWWWWWWWSSSSSSSSS!

Duke nodded at the announcement of his name and continued down the aisle as his track continued to rip through the arena- slapping hands with a few fans in a nonchalant manner. As he reached near the ring, he pulled himself up onto the ring apron and got into the ring through the ropes and pulled himself up onto the turnbuckle across of where Barrel was standing and threw his right arm into the air.

Alex Smith: To say the tension between these two alone is at an all time high would be an understatement. It's pretty safe to say that they do NOT like each other, and this match will just amplify that- especially with the PURE 15 Championship on the line.

Alex Bradford: Neither man should get their hopes up.. TJ Bryce is showing up- and leaving the champion.. end of story.

Alex Smith: You're pretty sure about that aren't you?

Alex Bradford: Damn right.

As Andrews' them finished up- there was a few second delay but "Fame" by B.o.B now sounded through the arena. A quick round of boos showered in and once the chorus sounded- the PURE 15 Champion moved through the curtain, of course with his back turned to the people and ring.

Alex Bradford: And there's the man!

Gavin Grey: AND INTRODUCING.. THE MISSOURI STATE WRESTLING.. PURE 15 CHAMMMMMMMPIIOOOOOON! From Toronto.. Ontario.. Canada.. Weighing in at two hundred, twelve poounnndsss.. Reeeeeepressssssenting Fiiiiirsttttttttt Claaaaaassssssssssssss..

Alex Bradford: That's right baby!

Gavin Grey: THHHHHHEEEEEEEE MOOOOOOOSTTTTTT.. VVVVVVVAAAAALUUUUUABLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE.. ASSSSSSSEEEEETTT... TTTEEE.. JJJJJJJJAAYYY... BBBBBBRRRRYYYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

As soon as his name was announced, TJ spun around and held his arms out to his side- the crowd continued to shower in boos and jeers, all as he soaked it up with a cocky grin. Bringing his right hand toward him as the camera zoomed in, he tapped at his Rolex with his left arm as he worded "TIME IS MONEY, BABY!" Now tapping the PURE 15 Championship that was around his waist- TJ continued down the aisle, he eventually reached the ring and scooped out his competition- Barrel stared in his direction, Duke Andrews was jumping from side to side- loosening up like he was doing at the top of the aisle- all as TJ scaled the stairs and slowly got into the ring- he unhooked the championship and hoisted it into the air as he shouted at the fans-

Alex Bradford: TELL'EM CHAMP!

Alex Smith: He's got his work cut out for him tonight.

Alex Bradford: He'll be fine Smith, just wait and see.

Alex Smith: Conspicuous by their absence is Well Connected- usually they follow their leader around like lost puppies.

Alex Bradford: Actually Smith- if you would of asked I would had told you that TJ DEMANDED they stay in the back as he was tired of the whispers that he couldn't defend the championship on his own. TJ is going to prove tonight without a shadow of a doubt that he's capable of beating anyone in Missouri State Wrestling- let alone.. the world.

Alex Smith: I'm sure he did.

Alex Bradford: Don't question me Smith, I know what I'm talking about you old fool.

The ref was handed the PURE 15 Championship as he made his rounds- he first showed it to Duke Andrews who let off a sharp exhale and then the ref moved toward Barrel who didn't seem to care either way about the title. Now moving to the center of the ring, the ref held the title high in the air as the camera zoomed out to show the scene. Moving to the corner, the ref handed the title to Gavin Grey as Grey left the ring.

Alex Smith: What was originally pegged as a fatal four way turned into a triple threat after challenger Logan Brock was attacked, I think Brock had a great chance in the match with his unorthodox style.

Alex Bradford: It's a toss-up really. Each of these men bring something completely different to the table. Teej has the champion's advantage, Duke Andrews has the experience and Barrel has the size.

Alex Smith: Oh, you're actually being impartial?!

Alex Bradford: No, Teej is my pick and it DEFINITELY isn't because he and I are best friends.

Alex Smith: We'll see.

The ref signaled for the bell- Duke instantly sprung towards Barrel but Barrel dropped him right a huge right hand. TJ Bryce quickly ducked from an oncoming lariat attempt by Barrel and rolled beneath the bottom rope as he circled around the ring with a smirk on his face as he tapped his temple to express his intelligence.

Alex Bradford: Already Teej's brain is showing to the biggest of the bunch!

As Barrel turned around, Duke Andrews sprung back to his feet and managed to close in on him with rights and lefts as the crowd jumped to their feet. Forcing Barrel back into the corner, Duke ducked and looked to hit a shoulder thrust or two into Barrel's mid-section but Barrel managed to lift his knee at JUST the right moment, cleaning Duke Andrews across the face and chest causing Michigan's Favorite Son to stumble backwards. As Duke tried to once again rush forward and connect with more rights and lefts, Barrel side stepped him and caused him to hit the turnbuckle pretty hard- winding Duke in the process. Barrel stepped forward and connected with a HUGE right of his own that stunned Duke as Barrel lifted a knee into Duke's gut-

Alex Smith: HUGE SHOTS BY BARREL!

Alex Bradford: That'll take a lot out of any one!

Throwing not one.. not two.. not three.. but four more, Barrel backed up as Duke hit the mat- clutching his midsection in the process. Barrel threw up the double C's on each hand to represent the Capital Crew as the fans responded by doing the exact same which brought a smile across The Big Badass's face. As Barrel turned to look for the missing champion it was too late as Teej had slithered back into the ring unnoticed and pulled Duke out of the corner and quickly hooked his leg-

Alex Bradford: TEEJ FOR THE WIN?!

ONE..

T- KICKOUT!

Before the ref's hand could hit the mat for a full two count, Duke's shoulder popped off of the mat-

Alex Smith: NO! NOT YET!

The crowd popped for Duke kicking out there as Teej tried to slip out of the ring again only to see Barrel reach down and grab a hold of the PURE 15 Champion's right leg! As Teej pleaded with Barrel and the camera for him to be released, Barrel pulled him into the ring and stood him up- with absolute ease plucked him off of the mat in the form of Gorilla Press and held him up.. HIIIIIIIIIIGH IN THE AIR!

Alex Smith: NOW THE CHAMP IS IN TROUBLE, BRADFORD!

Alex Bradford: WHAT?! PUT HIM DOWN! THIS ISN'T LEGAL, YOU CAN'T LIFT SOMEONE NEARLY NINE FEET IN THE AIR! DISQUALIFY HIM!

As camera flashes rippled through the arena, Barrel was about to let Teej fall but Duke got to his feet and ran at Barrel at full speed connecting with a spear that took the big man down! Teej used his agility to land on his feet as Duke jumped back to his feet and connected with a right hand across of Teej's face which knocked him back into the ropes. Duke pressed his weight on TJ for a second before whipping him across the ring into the ropes- Teej jumped over Duke who hit the deck- as Duke jumped up and looked for a powerslam, Teej glided over Duke and fired off a kick to the low of Duke's back- Teej fired backwards and as he came off of the ropes Duke had turned around causing Teej to lift himself into the air and connected with a high elevation dropkick!

Alex Bradford: That's the TJ Bryce I know!

Alex Smith: There's no denying that TJ Bryce is a highly talented individual. A former champion in the Great North, there's a reason why IC3 wanted TJ associated with them, he has everything that they personify.

Alex Bradford: He's a winner, Smith- a freakin' winner. There's nothing he can't do.

Alex Smith: That's gonna be tested here as he needs to make sure that not one but two other challengers aren't able to steal that championship from him. Remember, TJ doesn't have to be pinned in order to lose the title!

Alex Bradford: Teej won't lose, he's unbeatable.

Alex Smith: You speak with such conviction! Do you know something we don't?!

Alex Bradford: I know that you're too wrapped up in thinking Barrel's size is the difference and Andrews' big match experience gives them an edge but Teej doesn't need any of that, he's got the brain and heart of a warrior!

Alex Smith scoffed at Bradford's comment as Teej got back to his feet and quickly applied the boot to Duke Andrews as he kept an eye on the stirring giant in Barrel near the far side of the ring. When Duke took Barrel down, Barrel's head bounced off of the mat and left him extremely woozy it appeared. As he tried to shake the cob-webs off, Teej reached down and stood Duke up and fired off a few rights and lefts of his own- completely disregarding warning from the official as he tried to fire Duke into the ropes- but no, Duke reversed! As Teej bounced off of the ropes- Duke this time was successful in landing offense- and it was big time as he lifted Teej off of the mat and with jarring speed dropped Teej onto the mat with HUGE freakin' impact with a spinebuster straight out of the Arn Anderson School for Chiropractors!

Alex Smith: WHAT FORCE! OH MY!

"DUKE! DUKE! DUKE!"

The crowd was beginning to gather behind Duke here as he floated over and hooked the leg, hoping to score a win-

One..

TWO..

T- NO!

Barrel had managed to get his head back into the game at the right moment, lunging over towards the pin and kicked Duke in the back which broke the pin up as Duke rolled off of Teej!

Alex Smith: How close was that?! And geez, Duke looked like he wanted to take TJ Bryce out with how hard he planted him there!

Alex Bradford: Collusion Smith.. this is collusion! They're obviously wanting to take Teej out 'cause they know what a threat he presents!

Alex Smith: I'd say TJ needs to absolutely have eyes on the back of his head here as I don't think Duke nor Barrel wants any controversy over who the champion is if they're able to win it here. They seem dead-set on pinning the champ.

Alex Bradford: As I said.. COLLUSION!

Teej did infact looked to a bit shaken up from the spinebuster there as he rolled off to the side <still in the ring> clutching his back in pain as he bounced his head off of the mat while yelling something that was inaudible. Barrel's face had grown red from anger as he backed into the ropes as Duke got back to his feet- as Duke turned Barrel threw a HUGE boot..

Alex Smith: DUKE DUCKED!

Barrel soared across the ring as he missed the boot, his leg managed to hit the top rope as Barrel let off a ROAR of pain!

Alex Smith: THIS IS DUKE'S OPPORTUNITY!

The crowd jumped to their feet as he yanked Barrel backwards- before the big man could gain his balance completely, Duke kicked him in the stomach and quickly looped his arm over his own chest- hooking his leg, Duke pulled all their momentum backwards and PLANTED Barrel on the mat!

Alex Smith: REVERSE STO! VINTAGE ANDREWS!

Alex Bradford: OH MY GOD DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!

Alex Smith: It was!

Alex Bradford: WEAK! BOOO! BOO THAT MAN!

The crowd popped like CRAZY, especially those that were familiar with Duke from the past as when Barrel's face bounced off of the mat, Duke rolled him over and hooked the leg, throwing his arm up in the air expressing his confidence in the win..

ONE!

Alex Bradford: GET UP TEEJ!

TWO!

Alex Smith: DOES HE!?

TH-

Alex Bradford: NOOOOOOOOOO!

NO!

Barrel's shoulder popped off of the mat at the LAST possible second just as TJ Bryce threw all of his weight onto the pin to break it up.

Alex Bradford: PHEW!

Duke grabbed at his head and almost tore the hair out of his head out of frustration he thought he had it won there.. he was close. With Barrel down and Teej recovering, Duke wanted to push the pace and see what he could do to try and steal it here. He knew he had a much higher chance of beating Bryce and keeping him down rather than trying to pin Barrel just because of the strength of the big man. Turning his attention to Teej here- Duke managed to get Teej in a waist-lock but Teej hooked his arms on the ropes as Duke tried to pull him backwards- Duke tried it again and Teej gave JUST enough leeway to cause Duke's momentum to carry him backwards pretty hard- taking advantage of the rolling- Teej used his head and rolled Duke up with a handful of tights..

ONE..

Alex Bradford: YES!

Alex Smith: HE'S GOT DUKE'S TIGHTS!

TWO!

Alex Smith: WHAT A CHEATER!

THR- KICKOUT!

Forcing the kickout as Duke still had gas left in the tank, it sent TJ Bryce firing forward- adjusting his body and hitting the ropes Duke didn't get to his feet yet and was still on both knees.. TJ sprinted towards him and jumped forward- catching Duke across the face with BOTH knees! As Duke snapped backwards, TJ slid and stuck the landing as he jumped to his feet and threw his arms out in the process to show off!

Alex Bradford: GET A LOOK AT GREATNESS, SMITH!

"TEE- JAY SUCKS!"

"TEE- JAY SUCKS!"
"TEE- JAY SUCKS!"

Alex Smith: According to the paying fans, he.. just.. well, he sucks!

Alex Bradford: Blasphemy!

Teej was still off messing with the fans, Duke Andrews had little to no movement and Barrel was still recovering from having his face meet the mat- as Teej circled around the two fallen men with a sinister grin spread over his face..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVmQXP_eqZo

Alex Smith: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL?!

The crowd hadn't popped like that ALL evening but the second the rift kicked in.. they nearly blew the roof off the arena. TJ's eyes went wide- his face was as pale as a ghost as surely, moving through the curtain with his ribs taped up and a bandage across his forehead..

Alex Smith: LOGAN BROCK IS HERE! LOGAN BROCK IS HERE!

"LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN!"

Brock was pointing down at the ring as TJ shook his head- he couldn't believe it. Doing some kind of motion with his hands.. Well Connected popped up from around ringside and instantly blocked the way to the ring!

Alex Smith: WHERE THE HELL DID THESE TWO COME FROM?! TROLL MAGIC?!

Alex Bradford: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU TEEJ WAS ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD!

Logan paused in place for a second before shrugging his shoulders and launching forward like a torpedo, managing to take BOTH T-Zone and The Lenny down with a body-press! As Well Connected fell backwards, Logan stood up- holding his ribs in obvious pain, he pointed up at TJ Bryce with a scowl across his face and as he was about to shoot forward and into the ring..

Alex Smith: NOW WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

The man who's face was hidden by a bandanna that matched the description of who jumped him earlier in the week and the same man who looked to have taken Tracy Race out weeks before grabbed Logan by the back of the trunks and whipped him around. Kicking him in the midsection- the official didn't know what to do because TECHNICALLY Logan was subtracted from the match! TJ Bryce had his hands on his head- Duke Andrews was still out and Barrel had gotten to a knee..

Alex Bradford: WHO IS THIS GUY?!

After the kick to the midsection, the man stepped over Logan's head and hoisted him into the air- holding him in the form of a crucifix powerbomb- he took a few quick steps forward and with absolute reckless abandon- threw Logan Brock into the turnbuckle- causing The Agent of Change to smack it and land at a awkward angle-

Alex Smith: OH MY GOD!

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"

Alex Bradford: BROCK IS DEAD! LOGAN BROCK IS DEAD!

The "HOLY SHIT" chants continued to boom through the arena as the man looked down and seemed to be laughing at his work. As he looked up into ring, Teej himself couldn't believe what he saw- that was as the man reached and grabbed hold of the bandanna and ripped it off- the crowd let off another EMPHATIC pop for who was beneath it..

Alex Smith: SON OF A.. THAT'S THEO VEGA! BARREL'S RUNNING BUDDY! THEO VEGA IS BEHIND THE ASSAULTS!

Theo fired off a hearty laugh as he threw up the Captial Crew's double C hang gesture as the crowd reacted..

"CAPITAL CREW!"

"CAPITAL CREW!"
"CAPITAL CREW!"

Alex Smith: Why are they cheering for these men!? They're cancer! They're out to HARM MSW!

Alex Bradford: ... I.. don't know...

Theo <on the outside the ring> pointed his finger to TJ, which meant he should turn around- all as the official pointed down at Theo on the outside and then to the back, effectively kicking The Sin City Slicer out of ringside! Theo held his hands up in innocent form as he put on last kick into Logan Brock's unconscious body and backed up the stage.. this was as Teej closed his eyes tight and did so, all as Barrel fired forward and DRILLED Bryce with a freakin' big boot that Teej's grandchildren would feel. As Teej hit the mat, Barrel looked down at Duke Andrews who was grasping his head in his hands and slowly took down the straps of his tanktop- all as he pointed down at Duke and then up to the rafters-

Alex Bradford: I think Duke Andrews' night is about to get a HELL of a lot worse..

Barrel stood over Duke and reached down to grab him- but Duke was either playing possum or was acting out of pure instinct as when Barrel went to stand him up, Duke wrapped his right leg over the back of Barrel's head and threw his left over his foot- all as he trapped Barrel's right arm..

Alex Smith: COMATOSED! COMATOSED! DUKE ANDREWS' TRIANGLE CHOKE IS IN EFFECT! ON MY!

The crowd was split in their cheers of the Capital Crew and for Duke Andrews as Andrews tried to choke the life out of Barrel's body. The big man tried to get free but it didn't seem to be working as he dropped down to a knee in the process.. slowly losing energy, Barrel was attempting to lock his hands to try some sort of last ditch effort escape.. and was able to do. With another roar of pain, Barrel- using EVERYTHING he had left in the tank picked Duke Andrews up in the air WHILE still in the choke and managed to slam Duke- Rampage Jackson on Ricardo Arona style- with a powerbomb!

Alex Bradford: JESUS, WHERE DID HE GET THAT FROM!?

"HOLY SHIT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"

Duke threw a right hand into the air as he was slammed to express whatever life that may of been left in his body leaving.. that was as Barrel once again was on a knee trying to shake off the cob-webs. Teej had used the ropes to pull himself up and was resting all of his weight in the turnbuckle- he noticed the opening that was provided.. all as he leaned forward and let off a half-cocked grin..

Alex Bradford: Wait a minute.. wait a minute.. Teej.. IS IT DIRECT DEPOSIT TIME!?

Alex Smith: Oh.. REALLY?!

Teej was feeling it- the boot he ate may of knocked a few teeth from his mouth but he was looking to put an end to it. Teej sprinted forward and looked for that punt to the head, but Barrel managed to roll to the side before Bryce connected- as Teej corrected himself, he turned and an almost dead looking Duke Andrews who was working more off of instinct and adrenaline by now had managed to shuffle to the side and planted his right foot across of TJ's jaw..

Alex Smith: THE 30.06!

As Bryce's legs turned to spaghetti beneath him, Duke quickly searched for Barrel who kicked him in his stomach and threw his arm over his head, Barrel didn't wait to lift Duke into the air and with Duke's heels facing the rafters- Barrel let Duke fall headfirst to the mat with the Steel Screwdriver..

Alex Bradford: DAMMIT!

Duke's head met the mat as he rolled off to the side, Barrel managed to throw his weight on the fallen TJ Bryce as the ref dropped..

ONE..

Alex Smith: IS THIS IT?!

TWO..

Bradford: T-ZONE!? LENNY?! TEEEEEEEEEEEEEJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ?!

THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding..

Gavin Gray: "YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.. PURE 15 CHAMPION....... BAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

Rolling off of TJ Bryce, Barrel got to his feet as the official handed him the PURE 15 Championship- grabbing it from him, Barrel threw it into the air as "Shook Ones Pt 1" begun to echo through the arena. Joining him in the ring we see Theo Vega who embraced his Capital Crew buddy with a hug as they "C'd" each other..

Alex Smith: What a battle.. What a battle..

Alex Bradford: .. Teej...

Vega stood above Duke Andrews and shouted obscenities down at him, as Barrel wore a smile across his face.. the Capital Crew did in fact grow tonight as Frankie and Barrel hinted at earlier in the week.. and they also added gold to their ranks. With Barrel and Theo enjoying the moment, TJ rolled out of the ring as Theo pointed down at Duke, both men shared a laugh at his expense as the camera faded.

Bautch/Harris segment

Now cutting to the back we see Lebroc Harris as the Hardcore Champion after he ended up making The Parakeet tap out several days prior. Having just arrived at the arena with his bag he heads towards his locker room when he hears someone yelling at him down the hallway.

Bob E. Bautch: HEY YOU, YOU PUNK!

Bautch was making his on screen debut at WAR; right now as he briskly walked down the hallway, his jeans way too tight and constrictive, cutting off blood flow to his legs if not his brain.

Lebroc Harris: Who are you, little insecure man?

Bob E. Bautch: HEY! EVERYONE KNOWS I SHOULDN BE THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP RIGHT NOW, NOTCHU! GET OVER HERE SO I CAN TAKE WHAT'S MINE YOU DUCK!

Lebroc Harris: Duck? What are you even talking about?

Bob E. Bautch: YOU'RE A DUCK! YOU'RE DUCKING ME, THAT MAKES YOU A DUCK!

Bautch definitely didn't appear to be in his right frame of mind but regardless he was going to try to take what he thought was his. Bautch nearly reaches the end of the hallway as a door swings open and a banana peel is tossed outside the door, causing Bautch to slip and fall on his back. His head whips back onto the concrete knocking him out cold as BoNzO steps out, honking a horn in his face. Lebroc has a hearty laugh at this before BoNzO turns his attention to him, causing him to break off into a sprint, quickly disappearing before BoNzO has the chance to catch up.

Brolympics Part I - Shotgun and Das Boot: Jay B vs IC4

Barbara Braman: This has been such an amazing night so far! We’re here in sunny San Francisco for the very first time and we’ve already crowned a brand new PURE15 champion with Barrel picking up the victory and LeBroc Harris has managed to escape with the Hardcore championship so far. Now there’s a lot more excitement to come but for now it’s time to start the BROLYMPICS! 

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH! 

Barbara: We’re now outside in the parking lot of the Golden Gate Arena and the table is set up. Jay B and IC4 look like they’re ready to go so let’s go ahead and break down this event. The Brolympics will be a series of events taking place through the course of tonight with two events at a time. On the table there’s a standard 12oz can of Budweiser, specifically chosen as both men said they did not like this particular brand. And next to the cans you see is a 2 Liter Boot filled to the rim with this beer as well. The rules for these two events are simple. The can is a shotgun. The pin to poke it is there as well. Both men on the count of three will pop their beers in the side and shotgun the beer. Whoever finishes their drink the quickest will be the winner of the first event. The second event is “Das Boot.” Much like the Shotgun challenge, both challengers will drink from the boot on the count of three and whoever finishes it first will be the winner. Every drop of beer must be consumed and if you puke, you lose! Gentlemen on the count of three! 

Smith: Well there’s the rules for the event and it’s about to begin! This has got to be the single most unique thing I have ever seen in professional wrestling, Bradford: 

Bradford: My boy Ic4 has this! He was the party champion at his old frat Zeta Beta Beta you know. 

Smith: I did not know this but I do know from my research that Jay B is the “Party Rock Champion” in Las Vegas where he comes from. I don’t quite know what credentials that brings but with this drink off I’m curious what will happen! 

One… Two… THREE! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The air horn goes off and they both pick up their can of beer and the pin to pop the can open. Jay B is moving quicker than his hands and drops the pin on the ground so he has to spend a moment looking for it. IC4 on the other hand is laughing at Jay B and pops his can and starts to chug with his head tilted back. Jay B gets the pin to pop his can open but when he does, IC4 has finished.  

IC4: YEAH JAY BRO! YOU LOSE SUCKER!
HAHAHA! 

Jay B: That’s cool, Bro. Mistakes happen. But not drinking this is a party foul and I don’t want any excuses from you later when I beat you and send you back to Brolementry School! 

Bradford: He can't talk to IC4 like that! He graduated from Brolementry school with perfect check marks! IC4's been the best at this since he was in diapers!

Jay B pops his can and chugs his beer, quicker than IC4 did actually. He slams the can down and the crowd is cheering behind him. Now both men put their hands on the boots. The air horn sounds and they pick the boots and the crowd is cheering and chanting. The beer chugging begins. 

CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! 

IC4 is in the lead but Jay B not far behind. The beer is coming down to the heel, Jay B is looking over at IC4 and then at his own boot. IC4’s drink hits the heel and then splashes all over him spilling beer everywhere. Jay B smiles while drinking and his boot hits the heel then Jay B spins it! 

OOOOOHHHH! PAR-TY ROCK! PAR-TY ROCK! CHUG THAT BOOT! CHUG THAT BOOT! 

The air bubble popped and sent the rest of the beer just sliding down his throat. Every last drop is gone, Jay B slams the boot down in victory and starts to fist pump with his fans. 

IC4: NOT COOL JAY BRO! I WASN’T READY! 

Jay B: I call b/s on that one, bro!

Smith: Well that puts it at 1 all so far, Bradford. The next event will be in just a little but, but next up is The Shades of Destruction taking on the Evil Shades! Now this is a match that's been in the making for some time since Blue brought Red and Purple into the fold, I'd like to imagine. Green and Yellow showed back up and they definitely were not happy about what was going on. So we see the many colors of the Shades collide in just a few moments! 

Shades of Destruction vs Evil Shades

“I See Demons” by Book of Black Earth starts playing. Smoke and red lights cover the arena as the kickass song plays. At 1:20 of the song, The Shades of Destruction come out to the ramp. The crowd starts booing out of fear and hatred, but the Shades of Destruction ignore it as they walk down the ramp. The Shades climb to the apron like Kane and get inside the ring, doing simultaneous Kane taunts inside the ring, causing fire to come out of the ring posts.

Gavin Grey: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Realm of Shades weighing in at a combined weight of 754lbs, accompanied by The Queen of the Shades they are... THE SHADES OF DESTRUCTION!

Bradford: This is it, Shademageddon!

Smith: This was a day I thought I'd never see.

Bradford: Me neither! We have The Shades, Red and Purple and we have the usurpers, The Shades of Destruction. If you ask me the Queen Shade is manipulating Green and Yellow, turning them against Red, Purple, and Blue

Smith: Well this Queen Shade appears to be the mother of all Shades, or at least she thinks she is. She believes Blue has become incompetent and she intends to take his place.

Bradford: What they should be doing is combining their forces and dominate! This Shade on Shade violence does nothing to help their cause.

Smith: You do realize that they want to destroy MSW... right?

Bradford: They're misunderstood Smith. And should that day ever come then I for one would gladly welcome our new Shade Overloads.

Smith: You're hopeless.

"Run of Show" hits the speakers. The arena lights start flashing in red and purple, as Red and Purple Shade skip their way to the entrance ramp. Both Shades have wide smiles on their faces. Red Shade raises his hand in the air with his index finger extended, while Purple Shade puts his thumb up and thrusts his arm in front of him. The two of them skip their way down the ramp and slide into the ring, both Shades getting onto different turnbuckles to do their signature taunts. Out of the air, Blue Shade descends down to the ring, his cape spread

Gavin Grey: And his opponents, making their way to the ring, accompanied by the Blue Shade weighing in at a combined weight of...

Gavin Grey trails off, unable to read the rest of the index card.

Gavin Grey: … They are the Evil Shades!

DING DING

Red, Yellow, Green, and Purple immediately darted for one another, the bigger Shades (Yellow an Green) having the advantage over the others. Purple and Red are tossed around like rag dolls as Blue throws some popcorn in the ring as a protest. The Queen Shade quickly runs over to chase Blue but Blue instead gets into her face and starts arguing. This quickly turns into a shoving contest as Green and Yellow halt their assault and begin to walk over to the side of the ring.

Smith: This match has already devolved into chaos as per usual, Mike Maddix just seems to expect it anymore.

Bradford: He's just letting them go at it Smith! This is a battle for supremacy and as a mere mortal he doesn't have the right to interfere!

Smith: Bradford, you're one of those “mere mortals” they talk about.

Bradford: I am an advocate! I respect what they bring to the industry. Almost every single time they step between those ropes the world witnesses another wrestling miracle! How could you not get behind that?

Smith: Every single time we have this discussion and every time you keep finding an excuse. Flashpaper, purple sand does not a miracle make. It's an old school trick to try and skirt the rules.

As Yellow and Green were distracted Red and Purple both had their backs turned as they reached into their trunks, grabbing their tricks of the trade. As Yellow and Green turn their attention back to the ring at the Queen's command Purple blows his purple sand into Green's face as Red launches a fireball at Yellow! Yellow and Green stagger backwards as Red and Purple go to run off the ropes as suddenly the light cuts out.

Smith: Did the power go out?

Bradford: Clearly it is the will of The Shades! This ring not enough to contain Men Among Gods!

Smith: This is ridiculous, not ever single thing that happens in a Shades match can be pointed to some mythological phenomena that quite certainly do not exist.

“Wasted” by Def Leppard hits the PA system as a Gold and Brown spotlight shine directly in the center of the ring. The four Shades look on amazement as a Gold and a Brown Shade stand within the spotlights. As the lights flicker back on Green and Red look outside the ring as The Queen and Blue Shades are laying unconscious on the outside.

Bradford: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU SO! The Wasted Shades are here! I thought they were a myth!

Smith: You got to be kidding me...

Bradford: No, I'm 100% serious! According to the history as according to the Realm of The Shades, Gold and Brown are bound to neither Blue nor Pink as they exist outside the RYBGPrlP Spectrum.

Smith: ...WHAT?

Bradford: Red, Yellow, Blue, Green Purple, Pink Spectrum! Come on Smith, you're supposed to know this!

Smith: I'm sorry, my job is to call wrestling not study mythology. Still, what exactly are these two doing here?

The Wasted Shades each grab a member of the opposite shades and whips them into one another before accomplishing a double somersault onto them. Green and Purple roll out of the ring as Red and Yellow are dragged to the center of the ring. Gold and Brown quickly pull out a pair of elbow pads, slipping them on only to throw them off in spectacular fashion. Gold and Brown run off opposing ropes hopping over their fallen cousins as they rebound off those ropes as well. They stop in the middle of the ring before dropping their elbows down in unison. Blue makes his way into the ring as he tries to stand up for his compatriots only to be hit by the Shade n Shower (Legsweep (Brown) / jumping European uppercut (Gold) combination). The Queen Shade is next to enter the ring, clapping like she was impressed but only manages to suffer the same fate as she too is hit with the Shade n Shower before she could even entertain the idea of trying to recruit them into her camp. The lights go out and then back on as abruptly as they cut out. Red, Yellow, Blue, Green, Purple, and Pink laid unconscious. The referee has thrown this match out.

Winners: No Contest

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