Dark Match
Hannah Monroe Vs The Great Ba-Boo
Hannah Monroe Vs The Great Ba-Boo
- Hannah beats Ba-Boo with Talor a Wnaed in 5:49.
FWA
Proudly Presents
PRIDE
“Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.”
The words appear momentarily and then fade into the darkness of the screen, suddenly the flash of an image, Jacob Laymon, appears, the former owner standing on the middle ropes, glaring out across the fans before once again it fades to black. Another flashing image, this time of Jackson Adams, pointing to his supporters, intensity in his face before like Jacob, his image fades. A third image appears, Priest this time, the big man standing alongside Kronik, the crosses behind him in the background but once again he vanishes.
Finally Glory Braddock appears, her face expressionless as she stands in the ring, her World title across her shoulder, but like the others, her image fades.
“There is this paradox in pride -- it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so”
Proudly Presents
PRIDE
“Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.”
The words appear momentarily and then fade into the darkness of the screen, suddenly the flash of an image, Jacob Laymon, appears, the former owner standing on the middle ropes, glaring out across the fans before once again it fades to black. Another flashing image, this time of Jackson Adams, pointing to his supporters, intensity in his face before like Jacob, his image fades. A third image appears, Priest this time, the big man standing alongside Kronik, the crosses behind him in the background but once again he vanishes.
Finally Glory Braddock appears, her face expressionless as she stands in the ring, her World title across her shoulder, but like the others, her image fades.
“There is this paradox in pride -- it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so”
“Faster” by Within Temptation begins to play under the black of the screen, the guitar chords catchy, suddenly images appear in no real order, Michael Kyzer, Jake Dangerously, Kirsta Lewis, Lethal Weapon, Rayne Young, all of them in non-physical video clips, walking to the ring, raising an arm to the fans, celebrating a victory, even grinning after being hit with a sledgehammer. Suddenly the music explodes into action with Jackson Adams slapping Priest across the face, the big man growling under his breath back at him, it then skips to Kronik dropping Jackson down in the middle of the ring, before skipping to Rayne Young hitting the perfect dropkick on Michael Kyzer, before it skips to him standing outside the ring, chair in hand, smile on his face.
“I can't see, cause it’s burning deep inside.
Like gasoline, a fire running wild.
No more fear, cause I’m getting closer now.
So unreal, but I like it anyhow.”
As the first verse plays out, the haunting voice of Temptations lady lead exploding onto the scenes, the camera angles from the roof show Rayne Young and Lethal Weapon in the ring together, both men staring at one another, it shows Jacob Laymon standing over Angelica Jones, a smile on his face, Marie Annabelle appears, climbing to the middle rope and lifting her title proudly into the air, Brittany Lohan coming onto the stage for the first time since her return to a huge ovation, it shows fans, excited as they hold their signs.
“I go faster and faster and faster
and faster and faster and faster and faster”
The images change to Jackson clotheslining Kronik to the ground, Michael Kyzer taking Rayne Young to the mat with a big leg lariat, Weapon dropping Brittany Lohan with a big spinebuster, Priest hitting Kirsta Lewis with a huge big boot, Simon Cagero picking up the pin in his debut match.
“I can’t live in a fairytale of lies.
And I can’t hide from the feeling cause it’s right.
And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.
And I can’t live in a fairytale of lies.”
Kirsta Lewis hits the Bitch Kick on Marie Annabelle Jones, Weapon spears Jake E Dangerously to the ground, Rayne Young turns on his heel slamming a chair across the head of Lethal Weapon, Priest stands triumphant with the hanging bodies on the cross behind him, an Ambulance with Angelica Jones inside explodes and collapses to the ground, Michael Kyzer hits Jake Dangerously with the steel chair, Jackie Daniels and Brittany Lohan go fist for fist on the steel ramp.
An instrumental begins, the guitar light in sound, but tuneful, the images continue on the same front, showing the feuds and the reason each match is on at the show tonight, with Jake being shown to leave Michael Kyzer to the affects of Rayne Young, Kyzer repaying the favour with the chair shot over Jakes head, Lethal Weapon coming out to stop the returning Rayne’s decimation of superstars, only to be dropped by the same repeated chair shots, however, it then shows Weapon’s fight back, including the sledgehammer to the face of Rayne, dropping him to the mat for Glory to pick up the win.
The chorus explodes back into the song as Kirsta and Jackie are seen fronting up to Marie and Brittany, the two women suddenly fighting back, with all four women shown at separate times, fighting it out, Kirsta hitting her finisher on Marie, Marie beating Jackie and lifting her title in the face of the retreating tag team champions, anger in her face.
The shot goes momentarily black, but only until the shot of Glory Braddock appears, her world title raised above her head, suddenly it cuts back to the ambulance exploding, the beat down on Angelica, followed by a graphical ‘Hell on Earth’ Image, Jackson and Glory are the final two, it cuts back to show Priest get pinned by Eric Herrera, only until Jackson drops Eric through the glass to the ring below, Jackson is then shown being electrocuted to unconsciousness as a tired and hurt Glory reclaims her World title, only until Jacob reveals himself and looks over the champion, a smile on his face.
Jackson is shown slapping Priest across the face as the two square up, Priest having to stop himself from attacking Jackson due to Riley’s ruling, however Kronik then appears, dropping Jackson before Priest is standing with pride, the crosses behind him, the bodies of his PRIDE opponents allegedly hanging, though it turns out to be only masks on the bodies of Piddle, Plop and Ba-Boo.
Jacob is shown to lose his momentum to Glory coming in and attacking him from behind, but the images show the continuing battle, with neither of them willing to back down, until the final images show Glory picking up the win over Rayne Young and lifting her title in the air, an angry Jacob looking up at her and the title, the camera angle managing to catch all of this in one shot…
FWA PRIDE!!!
“Faster” by Within Temptation suddenly starts again as fireworks explode in every direction from inside the Wembley Arena, London, the fans are going absolutely crazy, the whole place is sold out and everyone is ALREADY buzzing as the fireworks run down the ramp and explode from all four corners of the ring, blue, green, white, yellow, red, all of the colours exploding into the air and fading as they begin to decline back down to the ground, the shots just move around the fans now, all of them so excited, some even dressed up as their favourite superstars. Signs are in no shortage either with every other fan seemingly having one, explaining their feelings on the current dramas within the FWA or some even just saying “Hi Mum!”. There is magnificent support for Glory Braddock if the fans signs are anything to go by and also for Lethal Weapon, the fans showing a real unity with the United Kingdom superstars of the FWA roster.
Brody:
Ladies and Gentleman, WELCOME to FWA PRIDE!!
The sound of Brody’s voice disappears as the music comes across loud again along with the cheering and applause of the fans, all of them excited for this show to get started.
Brody:
Guys and girls, let us welcome you to the much anticipated FWA PRIDE and what a show it is destined to be, with the tag team, Atlantic and World titles on the line and of course, the Match that is ‘years in the making’, Rayne Young Vs Lethal Weapon!
Sweeney:
That is definitely one I am looking forward to without a shadow of a doubt, the opportunity to see Weapon get destroyed once and for all and maybe, finally, we’ll see his ACTUAL retirement, but do you know what I’m most excited about?
Brody:
Whats that?
Sweeney:
The big main event, the Ladder match, Glory Braddock, Jackson Adams, Priest & Jacob Laymon fighting for the grandest prize in the business and even better than that, it will be the moment that Jacob FINALLY takes what is rightfully his and becomes the FWA World Heavyweight Champion of the company he technically once owned!
Brody:
It certainly would be a story to tell if he is able to complete his task and reclaim the World title as his own, no doubt in my mind about that, but it’s still a big ask for him to do it and beating the likes of Glory and Jackson Adams isn’t going to be an easy task under any circumstances!
Suddenly the quiet chords of “Mind Heist” by Zack Hemsey begin to play in the arena as the fans get even louder, the lights begin to dim and gently every spotlight in the house points through the darkness to the stage as the beating drum of noise echoes through the speakers causing the name of “Riley Addison” to appear across the big screen, slowly the owner walks out, his dramatic entrance as ever causing the fans to stare on in awe. He walks down the ramp slowly and just stops every now and again to take in this reaction from the fans all around him, he smiles and just applauds the people surrounding him before walking up the steel steps and then entering the ring, the spotlights still following him until finally the lights come back up and his music gently fades away. He takes a microphone from the announcer and just grins up one side of his face as the fans continue to cheer very loudly, all of them excited and fuelled with adrenaline (and probably a beer or two!).
Riley:
Wow. I never knew it could feel like this, seriously. I stepped up to the plate when Jacob Laymon put this company up for sale, I had the money, but I didn’t really have the experience and so I have to admit, this has been a learning curve for me and with that, I accept I might have made some mistakes, such as booking a Battle Royal match only two weeks after the champions would be crowned tonight and so I’ve changed things, bought forward the official rankings which WILL be available to every FWA superstar and fan on the website and via MCW.tv of course.
A low cheer circles around the arena as Riley nods in acceptance of this reaction. He begins to circle the ring, his eyes focused on the ground, the mic placed firmly in front of his mouth.
Riley:
But seriously, all the mistakes, all the changes I’ve made have been worth it, worth THIS! The reaction, the sold out Wembley Arena, the pure level of noise from you people is friggin AWESOME!!
A much louder explosion of cheers goes up as the drink fuelled crowds just roar in agreement with Riley’s comments, causing the owner to smile.
Riley:
Well guys, I just wanted to come out here, officially announce those ranking matches for Carnage as a replacement to the Battle Royal and wish you all a great night and thank you for coming to what is the first PPV under my tender ship here in the FWA, so thank you.
A loud applause circles as Riley is about to drop the mic, when suddenly “Megadeath – Count down to Extinction” explodes through the speakers, the cheers instantly turn to boos of hatred, the animosity toward the former owner clear as day as Jacob just steps out, not ready for action yet. His suit is clearly designer along with his shoes and shirt and his swagger shows the same confidence as he walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans either side, except for one who he pretends to swing at causing the fan to leap backwards, this causes Jacob to laugh before continuing forward down the ramp, he walks up the steps to the apron and then climbs in, his gaze matching that of Riley’s as he takes a microphone and just glares across at him.
Jacob:
You know something Riley, I believed that you were the right person to run this company when I sold it to you, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have soured my own legacy by remaining here on the roster, I figured that you were a strong, egotistical character who would back up his decisions and throw caution to the wind, I thought you ‘had it’.
How wrong I was.
You see, you booked a battle royal, put the challenge out to everyone on the roster and said, ‘lets see what you got’, but a little bit of criticism from some mark fans, some god damn smarks and a few little twitter comments and suddenly, thee entire card is changed and the whole company is having to try something different to keep these idiot fans appeased.
Riley:
Wait a minute, didn’t you also criticise the battle royal?
Riley looks a little confused as Jacob grins at him.
Jacob:
I did, but I’m a talent now Riley, not the guy at the top of the board room, that’s you. It’s my job to belittle you, to make you feel stupid, to do whatever it takes to make a fool of you, its my job to make your job challenging.
Riley:
So you were going to complain, whatever?
Jacob:
Damn right.
Riley just nods in acknowledgement of this and paces back and forth as a smug and cocky Jacob Laymon glares at him.
Riley:
Well then, you’ll be glad to know I won’t be changing my mind again. But Jacob, before you pipe in and bore me with more of your monotone voice, let me tell you something, you see, as a wrestler, these people meant very little to me, I’m sure they all remember what I was like, the same as I remember how I was booed loudly from start to finish every night, but as an owner, I worked something out very quickly… That having these people on your side, it matters, it makes a difference, whether it be for the kick of someone liking an owner figure and the oh so little cliché ‘angle’ it gives me, or whether it be that the people actually WANT to turn up, WANT to buy merchandise. I like the fact that giving these people what they want, when they want it, puts ass’s on seats and sells out arenas!
A huge eruption of cheers explodes from every angle of the arena causing Riley to stop pacing and merely glare at Jacob Laymon angrily, however Jacob doesn’t flinch, instead he just grins wider.
Jacob:
Riley, Riley, Riley… Matches, gimmicks, clusterfucks, DO NOT sell tickets, if greater turnover and profits are all you want then let me get to the reason I’m actually out here, let me get to the point I am out here to make… Just give ME more airtime.
Boos erupt from every side of the arena causing Riley to look up at the fans and express his concern at their reaction to Jacob with his face.
Jacob:
Don’t listen to these people, these idiots. Riley, listen to me, listen to me because if you don’t sooner rather than later, things are going to get very ugly and doing anything BUT listening to me right now, might be the biggest mistake you ever made, just ask Dante, just ask Angelica Jones, they will attest to what happens when you cross me!
Riley just glares angrily at Laymon who steps in close to Riley, the two men eyeballing one another, the owner and the former owner.
Jacob:
When tonight is over and done with Riley, when the dust settles and the world stand up to glare at whomever was able to bring that belt down from the golden ring hanging from the ceiling, it will be me they see, it will be Jacob Laymon who is going to be the next big thing in the FWA, the next World Champion and it is me that will END the reign of Glory Braddock and her rating killer months at the top of this company… Me, Riley…Me.
The two men glare at one another, neither backing down.
Jacob:
At Carnage in two weeks Riley, I want you to pay close attention, because when I stand in the ring, the belt over my shoulder and a microphone in my hand, I am going to be calling ‘your’ name, you. I am going to be doing this Riley, because when I lift the belt as my own, it is going to be you that comes out in front of all these people and you are going to apologise to me, no, no, no, you are going to do more than that, you are going to get on your knees, you are going to grovel, you are going to beg and THEN you are going to apologise to me.
Riley suddenly grins from ear to ear and just lifts the microphone before lifting it to his mouth, the man clearly amused in a confused kind of way.
Riley:
Really? You believe that or do you just like the sound of your own voice? Jacob, it won’t happen, not now, not in two weeks, not ever. I won’t be apologising to you whether you win the belt – or not!
Jacob smiles now and just turns on his heel and walks back across the ring before suddenly turning and on the leap, kicking Riley’s healing bad leg from under him causing Riley to drop to the mat, grabbing his leg in pain! Jacob just stands over him, mic in hand.
Jacob:
You want to disrespect me ya little grunt? Come on, get up! Show me what you got!!
Boos are exploding from every angle of the arena as Jacob just stands over Riley, the owner just holding his leg in pain when suddenly “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva hits the speakers causing the fans to explode into cheers! Lethal Weapon’s name flashing across the screen and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of jeans, Lethal suddenly runs from the back causing Jacob to back off and prepare for the worst, Lethal reaches the ring and just leaps onto the apron, stopping momentarily to just glare at Jacob who merely glares back at him, slowly now he enters the ring and just kneels down to grab a microphone while quickly checking on Riley who lifts himself into a corner, anger on his face.
Weapon:
Sometime ago, just after you dropped the company to Riley, I was bought back to run his security, to watch his back while his leg healed, maybe you remember? And ok, things might have changed some, but the bottom line has not, I still have the back of the man at the top of this company, I am still at the back of Riley Addison, so if you want to kick him again Jacob, why not get through me first to do it?
Cheers erupt from the fans as Jacob just grits his teeth angrily, he paces for a moment and just glares a hole through Weapon.
Jacob:
Right, so NOW, you decide to toe the line? You decide to back up the administration?
Weapon:
Had the last boss not been such a prick, I might have done it before now.
Some ‘Ooo’s’ circle around the arena as Jacob just stops and glares at Weapon, a little surprised by the fast comeback, however, he laughs it off and just steps closer to Weapon, his eyes not moving from the former MCW World Champion.
Jacob:
Nick, let me be blunt… I am going to be the next World Champion of this company and as you know better than most, being a champion, means plenty of stroke, so if I were you… I’d back the fuck out of my business, now.
Weapon:
And if you want to lose that title and your beloved reputation very quickly, I’d reconsider what tone of voice you speak to me in…
Another loud eruption filters out as Jacob and Weapon go nose to nose now, both men ready to explode on one another, forgetting almost about the matches they have coming later in the evening.
Riley:
ENOUGH!
Both men slowly turn to face Riley who angrily stands with another microphone, his eyes glaring between the two men.
Riley:
Jacob Laymon, let me make something very fucking clear to you, I am not some suit and tie prick who can be manipulated and intimidated and there isn’t a hope in hell that I am ever going to apologise to you, not now, not ever and certainly not over airtime, something I feel I got spot on but you know what… If you want more, do it the right way, defy the odds, go into the main event tonight, become the World Heavyweight Champion and as leader of the roster, force me to give production no option but to give you more time in front of the cameras.
Jacob tells Riley off Microphone that he will and nods in agreement to his own statement.
Riley:
Good, but Jacob, also, I warn you… Making enemies is a talent you have that far outweighs even your wrestling ability, so if you choose to continue down this path, fine… But watch your back.
Jacob just turns to Riley and grins from ear to ear, nodding in understanding at this comment before suddenly, he turns and CLOCKS Lethal Weapon with the microphone, knocking him to the ground causing the fans to explode into boos as Megadeath suddenly explodes through the speakers again, Jacob just grins and backs up the ramp as an angry Lethal Weapon, rolls onto his knees, clutching his head, angrily glaring up toward Laymon, his arms raised gloriously at the booing fans all around him.
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The shot goes backstage for the first time to see Brittany Lohan watching on the monitors from her locker room, she shakes her head at what Laymon has done and just glares angrily at the monitor, as if wishing for another shot at the former owner.
Marie:
Watching Jacob huh? Want to fight him again?
Brittany:
More than you know, just with a different outcome this time. I’d crucify him given the chance.
Marie:
Get in there before Priest then.
The two girls smile at the comment before those same smiles quickly fade, suddenly the camera angle changes to show Jackie Daniels and Kirsta Lewis looking around the locker room, the tag team championships around there waists.
Jackie Daniels:
Wow, more promises that can’t be backed up by Lohan? Shocking!
Kirsta:
Get use to it, she’s always been the same, ambitions and visions of grandeur, but always without the talent to take herself to where she wants to be!
Boos ring out from the fans watching in the arena as Marie and Brittany square up to the tag team champions, the four ladies, set to meet later tonight.
Kirsta:
Brittany, if you want a lesson in backing up your claims, you might want to go back to the last pay per view, the night when myself and Jackie Daniels destroyed Twisted and Sadistic in the middle of the ring, hospitalised Angelica Jones and ended one of the companies most impressive reigns. Take a good look, that was us that done that.
Jackie:
Exactly and beating you two, that’s going to be even more simple, I mean really, how hard can it be, beating the daughter of the woman we put in the hospital and her pathetic little friend!
Brittany laughs off the comments and just tilts her head slightly with an inquisitive gaze.
Brittany:
See, unlike you two skanks, I do my talking out in the ring, but just so I’m sure, are you two quite finished bitching now?
Kirsta:
Good for you and the answer is no. You see, I’ll speak for myself in the ring as well, but the difference is, I’m good with my body AND my mouth, its that sort of talent that got me top of the mountain Brittany and by that, I’m talking about the World Championship… I wouldn’t expect you to understand, after all, it’s always evaded you, right?
Brittany just sucks it up and is clearly biting her bottom lip to stop herself from punching Kirsta Lewis right there and then.
Jackie:
And as for your fluke victory over me two weeks ago… Oh Marie, it’s long from over. You see, after we end your hopes and dreams and beat you to defend our titles tonight, I’m coming right back for that Inception title, you better believe it!
Jackie and Kirsta look very happy with themselves as they just turn and leave the locker room and two very angry opponents behind, the shot showing Marie and Brittany looking on, both of them ready to go.
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Simon Cagero Vs Eli Legacy
Ben Watson:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 195 pounds, SIMON CAGERO!!!!!!!!!!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
The voice booms over the speaker system, as the lights fade out.
"ARE YOU READY?!"
Pardon Me starts to play over the speakers, after the voice dies down. The crowd starts to boo, as a spotlight appears on the stage.
"TO GET..."
Cagero walks out from the backstage area carrying a microphone.
"WASTED?!"
He screams into the microphone, before stopping, and looking at all the fans, and then shaking his head.
"Never fear, ladies and gentlemen, your regularly scheduled, mundane, FWA is going to take a little bit of a break... Frankly, even you deserve better."
He says into the microphone, before walking down to the stage.
"You deserve... THE MOST WASTED MOTHERFUCKER ON THE FACE OF THIS PLANET!"
He chuckles, and looks around while he's walking.
"He stands a striking, FIVE FOOT NINE! AND WEIGHS AN AMAZING ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS!"
He stops, turns around, and slightly raises his arms, to me about shoulder level, and perpendicular to his body. He only stands like that for a minute, before bringing the microphone in to speak again.
"THE MAN YOU WISH WAS YOUR ILLEGITIMATE FATHER.....! THE BEST SEX YOU COULD NEVER GET...! AND THE REIGNING... UNDISPUTED.... MAN OF THE YEAR."
He finally gets to the ring, before climbing in, and up to the top rope.
"I AM... CAGERO! AND I AM EVERYTHING YOU NEVER COULD ACHIEVE!" He drops the mic over the top rope, before taking off his shirt, and dropping down to the mat. He backs up to his corner, and starts to laugh at his opponent.
Ben Watson:
And his opponent, from Newbridge South Wales, weighing in at 207 pounds, ELI LEGACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Last Look At Eden" by Europe begins to play over the PA system as the fans immediately let out a roar, a mixture of cheers and jeers. The arena goes black with the music pounding until the music picks up, Eli Legacy struts onto the stage area from behind the black draped curtain, a white hoddie worn over his wrestling gear. The crowd cheer as he salutes both sides of the fans before making his way down to the ring, avoiding as much contact with the fans as possible. He slides under the bottom rope of the ring, going to the nearest turnbuckle, nodding to himself in appreciation. He then jumps down, awaiting the bell to ring.
(Simon Cagero and Eli Legacy have already entered the ring, and this match is underway as the bell sounds and Legacy and Cagero seem to be feeling each other out first. Cagero and Legacy with a test of strength. Legacy with a go behind wristlock, reversal by Simon Cagero. Legacy taps the arm and he brings Cagero over with a snapmare. Cagero rolls sideways and he climbs to his feet. He has Legacy's arm. Cagero runs the ropes and comes off with a rolling armdrag. Legacy quickly rises to his feet and he attempt a clothesline, Cagero brings him up and drives him down with a samoan drop. Cover by Cagero and a quick kickout by Eli Legacy. Simon brings Legacy up and properly introduces him to a forearm shot before sending Legacy into the far side turnbuckle. Cagero charges in thereafter and comes up empty as Legacy sidesteps. Cagero hits the turnbuckle as Legacy comes off with a swinging neckbreaker and he follows it up with a cover of his own for a brief one count. Legacy brings Cagero up and monkey flips him over. Cagero on his feet. He turns and attempts a standing sidekick as Legacy slides underneath and takes the legs out from under Cagero. He crosses the legs and goes for the STF submission but Cagero scampers to the bottom rope before the hold can be applied. The referee holding Legacy back as Cagero climbs to his feet. Cagero with another clothesline attempt. Legacy ducks it as Cagero spins completely around. Legacy with a wistlock and he hoists Cagero up for a back suplex but he throws him face first to the canvas with a modified flapjack. Legacy locks Cagero's arm and elbow with an armbar as Simon cries out in pain from the immense pressure on the elbow joint. The referee checking for a submission in the early goings of this match as Cagero does not oblige the request. Cagero reaches for the bottom rope with his free arm and he attains the sought after goal with success as the referee forces Eli Legacy to break the hold. Cagero rolls under the bottom rope to regroup as Eli Legacy hits the ropes and delivers a baseball slide! Simon Cagero is sent back into the guardrail. Legacy climbs back onto the apron. He charges towards Cagero and leaps off but Cagero catches him in mid-air and then he drives him down to the concrete with a powerslam.)
Brody:
Wow! What an impact!
Sweeney:
That was devastating!
(Cagero rolls him into the ring. Cagero heads up top and waits as Legacy pulls himself up. Cagero leaps off, looking for a missile dropkick, but Legacy dodges the bullet just in times. Cagero makes an adjustment in mid-air and lands awkwardly on his feet but they buckle underneath, as he collapses to the mat.)
Brody:
That landing did not look good, Mike.
Sweeney:
That’s going to be bad for his attempts at victory here.
(Legacy quickly switches into a submission based attack, smelling blood. He locks in a knee bar. Cagero reaches the ropes. Legacy drags him back out and then drops several elbow drops in a row followed up by a leg grapevine. Again Cagero reaches the ropes. Legacy drags him back out to the center and locks in a sharpshooter.)
Brody:
This sharpshooter will do major damage, not just to the legs but to the back as well.
Sweeney:
Very smart wrestling by Eli Legacy.
(Eli Legacy keeps the deadly submission locked in for fifteen minutes. The referee is right there to check for a submission. Cagero finally makes it to the ropes. Eli Legacy delivers several knee breakers before locking Cagero in a muta lock.)
Brody:
And yet another submission.
Sweeney:
I am kind of surprised to a see submission attack from this kid.
(After twenty seconds, sensing that Cagero will not give up, Eli Legacy breaks the hold. Legacy pulls him up and goes for Heritage but Cagero blocks it, landing several right hands in a row. Cagero goes to run off the ropes but his leg gives way. Legacy pulls Cagero up and drops him with Devil’s Advocate. He then delivers Doctor’s Advocate!)
Brody:
Doctor’s Advocate!
Sweeney:
An ode to the good doctor himself!
(Legacy goes to the top rope and waits as Cagero tries to pull himself up. Legacy leaps off, connecting with New Rama Bridge for the cover…)
1…
2…
…3
NO! Cagero kicks out!
Brody:
Wow! Cagero kicked out!
Sweeney:
I can’t believe it.
Brody:
You have to hand it to Cagero.
Sweeney:
He is one tough son of a gun.
(Legacy pulls Cagero up and drops him with Heritage. He goes for the cover.)
1…
2…
…3!
DING! DING! DING!
Ben Watson:
Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, ELI LEGACY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brody:
Legacy wins it in what was a dominating performance!
Sweeney:
Cagero’s ship was sunk the moment he missed that dropkick and tweaked his knee.
Brody:
Indeed. Cagero hurt himself and Legacy took advantage.
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Cheers erupt as Jackson Adams appears backstage, his eyes focused, his face intense. He does his final stretches when suddenly Glory Braddock walks in to an even bigger cheer, the World title over her shoulder, Jackson stands to greet her and just glares at the title momentarily.
Glory:
I’m just here to talk over the plans for tonight.
Jackson:
Plans?
Glory:
Yeah. Look, if we work together, take Jacob and Priest out of this match, it comes down to me and you for the title, the match it should have been. One way or the other, Apocalypse will succeed tonight!
Jackson nods slowly listening to her words, before he lifts his hand, politely stopping her.
Jackson:
One way or the other?
Glory:
Are you ok?
Jackson:
Glory, I’m fine, but ‘one way or the other’ bothers me, you see, this isn’t a game to me. Going out there tonight is an opportunity to give me the chance, the opportunity to become World Champion of this company, something I have worked my ass off for too long not to have. In hell on Earth, I had your back against Herrera and Priest, but tonight, if I get the chance – I’m putting you away Glory.
The fans instantly react to what is now a tense situation as Glory and Jackson just glare at one another intently.
Jackson:
I’m fed up of being in someone’s shadow, even yours. Tonight is going to be different to other nights Glory, tonight I am going to the ring and I am coming out as the New World Champion and when the fans and the roster think of Apocalypse, it won’t be your name they say first anymore, no, it will be mine, Jackson Adams.
Don’t mistake what I’m saying Glory, I’m your friend, you know that, but tonight isn’t a night I want to be having friendly conversations with anybody, because tonight, I claim what is rightfully mine, tonight, I beat, Jacob, Priest and you to wrap that belt around my waist – FINALLY!
Jackson just glares at the belt again before tapping it with his finger, he then storms out of the shot and away from the scene as a shocked and angry looking Glory looks down at the ground before evilly glaring over her shoulder.
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Tom Hammond appears backstage, a big smile on his face, his suit smart and perfectly pressed, as the camera turns, it shows Hannah Monroe, the newest female on the FWA roster, she smiles sweetly at Tom.
Tom:
Ladies and gentleman, I am joined backstage at this time by the newest female on the roster, she had a terrific win before this show came on the air and she is set for big things here in the FWA, her name, is Hannah Monroe.
Wolf whistles amongst other things come from the fans watching in the arena as the camera focuses on Hannah.
Hannah:
Thanks for the opportunity to get some air time.
Tom:
No problem at all, so tell us Hannah, what can we expect from you here in the FWA?
Hannah:
Well, I’m here to compete, to be the best I can be and hopefully prove to the world that not only do I belong amongst the ranks here, but actually, I can be one of the companies top talents, given the time.
A sarcastic round of applause comes out of shot, but as the camera zooms out to show who it was, the fans boo to see MCW hall of famer Kirsta Lewis step forward, the Tag title over her shoulder still.
Kirsta Lewis:
One of this companies ‘top talents?’, you?
Hannah:
Yeah, me.
Kirsta:
I got to tell you, I don’t like dreamers, I don’t like idiot dreamers who think they are to big for there boots, who can’t be realistic for even a second and to think you can achieve ANYTHING in this company hunny, is unrealistic and merely a dream. Do you see the roster on offer here? And you actually think you can compete.
Kirsta just laughs hard before suddenly shoving Hannah Monroe backwards, her humour fading instantly.
Kirsta:
Hunny, you are looking at one of the finest, if not THEE finest female athlete who ever competed in the wrestling business and you think you can be what I already am? A legend? A top talent on a roster like what this place has? No way. Hear me? No way. You ain’t got it, you don’t have it and you never will, I promise you that.
Boos erupt as Kirsta just grins and walks out off the shot, leaving an angry Hannah to look on and swear under her breath about the former World Champion and legend that is Kirsta Lewis.
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Atlantic Championship Match
Michael Kyzer Vs Jake E Dangerously
Jake charges in as soon as the bell rings and floors Kyzer with a forearm shot. Jake uses the cheap shot to his advantage and mounts Kyzer, pouring on right hands. Kyzer finally kicks Jake off. Kyzer scrambles back to his feet and Jake throws another punch but its blocked and Kyzer then retaliate with some punches of his own, backing him into a corner. Kyzer Irish whips Jake in and delivers a deep arm drag into an arm bar. Jake fights back to his feet and then switches into a hammerlock. Kyzer reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Jake recounters and then delivers a hammerlock suplex. Jake then drops an elbow onto his arm and then locks in an arm bar.
Brody: Dangerously is certainly the aggressor early on here, Mike.
Sweeny: What did you expect? He’s dangerous!
Brody: Is that supposed to be a pun?
Sweeny: Yes.
Kyzer fights back to his feet and then switches into a hammerlock. Jake reverses into a hammerlock of his own and then delivers another hammerlock suplex. Jake delivers an arm bar takedown and then locks in a fujiwara arm bar.
Brody: Jake Dangerously is really working over that arm, Sweeny.
Sweeny: Admit it. You didn’t expect him to dominate like this!
Brody: I am kind of surprised.
Sweeny: Have faith in Jake!
Eventually Kyzer gets to the ropes, forcing a break. Jake drops Kyzer with another arm bar takedown and then locks in another arm bar. Kyzer fights back to his feet and then switches into a hammerlock. Jake reverses into a hammerlock of his own and then delivers another hammerlock suplex. Jake delivers an arm bar takedown. Jake pulls him up and whips him into the ropes and delivers a deep arm drag into an arm bar. Kyzer fights his way back up and then breaks the hold with elbows to the gut. Kyzer runs off the ropes but Jake drills his knee into his gut.
Brody: And again Dangerously takes him down!
Sweeny: Kyzer just cannot catch a break!
Jake pulls Kyzer up and locks in a hammerlock but Kyzer blasts him in the nose. Kyzer throws a right but Jake blocks it. Jake whips Kyzer into the ropes but Jake lowers his head too early and Kyzer makes him pay with a swift kick to the face followed up by the Kyzer Effect.
Brody: Kyzer Effect!
Sweeny: What?! Where did that come from?!
Kyzer locks in an ankle lock. Jake fights to the ropes and gets to them. Kyzer drapes Jake’s ankle across the bottom rope and then cannonballs his ankle several times before reapplying the ankle lock. Jake again gets to the ropes. Kyzer goes for a figure four but Jake kicks him in the ass, causing him to go shoulder first into the steel ring post. Jake drops him with an arm bar takedown and then locks him in a fujiwara arm bar.
Brody: And Dangerously is back in control, working over that arm and shoulder.
Sweeny: Kyzer can’t have much left in the tank, Sweeny.
Kyzer fights back to his feet but Jake drops him with Dangerous Liaison. Jake goes to lock in a sharpshooter but he’s having trouble turning Kyzer. Kyzer kicks him square in the face, causing him to stumble backward. Kyzer scrambles back to his feet and then spears Jake.
Brody: Kyzer just broke him in half with that spear!
Sweeny: Unbelievable!
Suddenly Kyzer just stands to his feet and explodes with adrenalin, the fans feeling it as well, he grabs Jake and just puts him in position, INDULGENT BEHAVIOUR!! Jake instantly roars up onto his hands, shaking his head violently and trying his best to take the pain of the signature submission hold of Michael Kyzer, but Kyzer quickly drops to the mat and wraps his legs into a grapevine while keeping the submission hold in place, Jake can’t move, he can’t crawl around the ring, he can’t escape! He tries to take it on, he tries to handle the pain, refusing to tap, but it can’t last forever and FINALLY Jake taps!!! He taps!!! The fans go mental with cheers as Michael rolls away from Dangerously, shock on his face as he just rolls onto his knees, his hands out in front of him so the official can lay the belt across his arms, he grins from ear to ear, his face flush with pride, before suddenly he stands and throws the title into the air, clutching it still with one hand as the fans cheer louder, his music blares from the PA and he stands triumphant.
Brody:
Unbelievable match and we have a new ATLANTIC CHAMPION, its Michael Kyzer!!
Sweeney:
I never saw that coming… Wow.
Brody:
A brilliant counter to the Sharpshooter and Michael has really made an impact here, believe me, I think this is a man who really needs to be watched closely as his career continues to progress in this company!
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The scene opens outside the office of Riley Addison, his door suddenly opens and to loud boos all over the arena, Lance Williams, Tara Belle and Brandy Danielle all suddenly appear, the three of them shaking Riley’s hand and thanking him for taking them back on as superstars. However they stop as Priest walks into the scene, his eyes glaring back and forth from Riley to the trio of superstars standing before him, one of which he knows well.
Priest:
Addison, you want to explain to me why these pricks are back or did Lance forget something after the last time he took off?
Lance:
Priest, we aren’t here for trouble. I came back here alone, look, no Vincent, no Eric, just me and Tara and Brandy just want to compete fair and square as well, Riley is fine with all of this.
Priest:
Do I look like I give a fuck if you bought the rest of your group with you? Fact is, times have changed, once upon a time, me and you use to be friends, stable mates even, but now, you are nothing to me. Not just to me but a lot of the guys in the back here, with the way you left? Dropping the Atlantic title? You got some real heat coming your way and if I got things my way, I’m first in the queue.
Lance just grins from ear to ear, taking the threat from Priest with a pinch of salt.
Priest:
Something funny to you?
Lance:
Just you. You’ll never change Priest, always acting like the big man who can’t be bought down or beaten by anybody or anyone! Funny thing is Priest, I know, better than most, that you can be and exactly how to do it.
Priest just squares up to Lance, neither man backing away from one another.
Riley:
Ok, ok, enough of that I think. Priest, need I remind you, you have a World title shot to get ready for and Lance, fighting right in front of my office… Not a great start.
Both men slowly back down from one another, neither taking his eyes from the other.
Lance:
Good luck Priest.
Lance just grins smugly with Brandy and Tara doing the same at his sides, however Priest, just growls angrily and turns out of the shot, the cameras staying on Lance and co. The three of them looking on and watching Priest leave.
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Rayne Young is seen backstage to boos from the fans, he presses a button on a vending machine and watches as the bottle of coke drops to the flap at the bottom, he kneels down and removes it before opening the cap and pouring some of the coke back into his throat, he then turns, but right into the waiting figure of Michael Kyzer, Atlantic Championship over his shoulder.
Rayne:
Can I help you?
Michael:
I just came to make sure you got a message loud and clear…
Rayne:
And what would that be exactly?
Michael:
That what you did all those weeks ago, attacking me with a chair the way you did, making me look like I was nothing when truth is, I was beating your ass fairly in the middle of the ring, I haven’t forgotten a damn thing, not one damn moment of it.
Rayne:
Congratulations. You must be proud.
Rayne tries to walk past Kyzer, but Michal places his hand on the chest of Young, causing Rayne to glance at it as if he is ready to punch him for it.
Kyzer:
This title, it’s the beginning of something for me in this federation, everybody knows it and sooner rather than later Rayne, I’m going to get my chance to face you in the ring again and this time, not only will I win, but I’ll do it properly, cleanly, because no doubt, beating you will not only be satisfying for me, but it will also do my career in this place some good, after all, what better stepping stone then a hall of famer, huh?
Rayne just smiles and nods in agreement before drinking more fluid from his bottle.
Rayne:
Well, good luck with that Michael, but before you go jumping ahead of yourself, let me assure you… You won’t be beating me and your career, title or not, is going nowhere and quickly. You might have some talent Kyzer, but in this place, you’re still a small fry, still a worm stuck in the ground and if you push me one to many times, I’ll be that big bird that comes down and takes off your head – clean. Now if you don’t mind, I have to get ready for my part in the double main event for tonight’s show, when you can say that… Come back to me.
Boo’s continue to flood out as Rayne just barges past Kyzer, the new Atlantic champion clearly not happy with what he just heard, he glares furiously over his shoulder in the direction of Young, his title sparkling under the lights as it sits across his shoulder.
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Tag Team Championship Match
Hells Angels Vs Memento Mori
Brody: It’s been a heck of a show thus far, but now Ladies and Gentlemen we are going to crank it up a notch. Tag Team titles are on the line and this is Hells Angel biggest challenge to date
Sweeny: And a challenge you would have to say they will meet head on just like they always do. It should be one hell of a match up…actually can’t wait.
“I get off” by Halestorm kicks in over the PA system, and Kirsta Lewis and Jackie Daniels appear at the top of the ring with the title belts draped over their shoulders. The fans in attendance make it abundantly clear what they think of them as they walk down the ramp towards the ring. As they do, they mock a few fans at ringside, the both of them taking turns to annoying the paying customers, which raises the noise level another step. They both slide into the ring and climb a turnbuckle each, taunting everyone in the arena with the fact they are the champions
Brody: These two are not the most popular champions ever…I’m guessing Memento Mori’s reception will be a bit better
Sweeny: It’s what anyone who knows this business says the fans are idiots; they don’t see talent when they see it. They should be more respectful of the FWA Tag Team Champions
Brody: But that goes both ways wouldn’t you agree?
“Lithium” by Evanescence begins to play. There's a brief delay but with the spotlight focused on the large curtains, they are literally ripped open as Lohan steps out into the light, followed by Marie Jones. With clenched fists, gritted teeth and glaring eyes... Lohan begins to make her way down the ramp and towards the ring with Marie following closely behind, her attention only on the ring. As she nears the squared circle, Lohan slows down a little and then proceeds to walk around its entire perimeter once with her eyes closed before suddenly running up the steel steps and vaulting over the top rope and into the ring. Marie hops up onto the ring apron. She strikes a sultry and sexy pose for the audience. She then smirks, shakes her head smugly muttering ‘in your dreams’ before stepping into the ring. She then hops up onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner and holds her arms up high into the air, getting a reaction from the crowd.
Brody: What a reaction from the challengers, who rightfully feel this could be their night
Sweeny: Here’s hoping they don’t go home crushed…I hate it when girls cry
Brody: Both teams are in the ring, and there is the bell, one of the most eager awaited tag team battles in FWA history, and we bear witness to it right now
Sweeny: Considering the fact there isn’t a great deal of history in this place…that really doesn’t mean much does it?
Brody: You know what I mean
Sweeny: I know you’re an idiot
Brody: You’re just too kind. Well, it looks like its going to be Jackie and Brittany kicking us off in this one. Can Hells Angels retain the belts against this destructive team of Brittany Lohan and Marie Jones? Let’s find out.
Brittany stares from out of her corner, and motions for Jackie to advance. Jackie has no problem with that and lunges forwards, Brittany doing the same and ducking the attempted Clothesline before reaching back and grabbing Jackie by the wrist. She then whips her across the canvas and into the ropes, looking to scoop Jackie up. However Jackie scouts the move and does a cartwheel to her side. Brittany scowls, but advances again, straight into a right hand from Jackie and then a left, before going for a kick. Lohan however grabs her foot, but Jackie reacts quickly, spinning and hitting a Mule Kick which sends Lohan back towards the ropes. Daniels is quickly up, and ducks under a swinging right hook, before bringing her knee up and into the face of Brittany. Jackie then grabs Lohan’s head, driving it into the mat with the DDT. Jackie then climbs the turnbuckle, looking for a Swan Dive, but as she leaps, Brittany see’s it coming and rolls out the way, Jackie crashing into the mat hard. Brittany see’s a chance, and quickly crawls into a pin
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2…
Daniels kicks out, Brittany picking her to her feet and pushing her back into the corner, ramming her forearm into her jaw before tagging in her partner Marie Jones
Brody: Nice early offensive from Jackie Daniels, but Lohan turns it around like the true competitor she is.
Sweeny: Lohan is way too much for Jackie to handle, and Marie Jones will be as well
Marie Jones leaps over the ropes, and immediately rams Daniels head into the turnbuckle, before pulling her down with her tights and into the schoolboy pin.
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2…
Daniels kicks out again, and Marie helps her to her feet, before then bailing her across the ring and catching her with a Drop Kick on her return, before then immediately hooking in a head lock
Brody: Good wrestling there from Marie, she has really come on leaps and bounds. Taking Daniels down is a good idea
Sweeny: Yeah, but how long will she be able to keep her there, that’s the question
The referee checks that the hold isn’t a choke, as Daniels tries to grab the back of Marie’s head. She eventually manages it and then gets to her feet, still with Marie holding onto her head. She then falls down, brining Marie’s chin down on her shoulder, and breaking from the head lock, rolling across the ring and then tagging in her partner Kirsta as Marie holds her jaw in agony
Brody: Wow…that’s one way of getting out of a head lock.
Sweeny: No point holding anything back when the title is on the line Brody.
Kirsta strides over to Marie, the crowd booing her every step. She seems to revel in it however, and she slowly brings Marie to her feet, before kneeing her in the stomach and then hip tossing her across the ring. Kirsta then drops an elbow into her stomach, before rolling over and locking in the Ankle, twisting it and threatening to break it. Kirsta even has time to look over to Brittany, mocking her with a smile. Brittany enters the ring, but the referee quickly moves to stop her. As she does, Jackie comes in, and kicks Marie fully in the face with the Ankle Lock still locked in. Jackie quickly rolls out the ring as Brittany remonstrates with the referee who saw nothing.
Sweeny: She can’t remonstrate…it was Brittany’s fault in the first place
Brody: Jackie and Kirsta cheating…now there’s a shock.
The referee looks at Kirsta who pleads her innocence, even releasing the hold to talk to the referee. But behind his back Jackie climbs the turnbuckle, Brittany seeing this and entering the ring again to block the shot. The referee sees this and leaves Kirsta, again stopping Lohan, just as Daniels leaps from the top, dropping her leg across the chest of Marie Jones. Again she quickly rolls out the ring, and Kirsta drops into the pin
1…
2…
3…
No, Marie kicks out, using a surge of strength to lift up her shoulder and break the pin. Kirsta smacks the apron in frustration, before pulling Marie to her feet by her hair and dragging her over to her corner, slapping her fully across the face. Kirsta then tags in Jackie who bends through the stands, immediately taking Marie to the mat with a devastating Snap Suplex. Jackie takes a moment to take in the crowd’s negative reaction, before applying the pin
1…
2…
3…
No, Marie somehow kicks out again, the fans jumping to their feet at this effort from Angelica Jones daughter.
Brody: This has been all the Champions so far Sweeny, Marie needs to get the tag
Sweeny: But Hells Angels are wrestling this match perfectly…looks like Memento Mori are in a world of trouble
Kirsta shouts some more instructions to Jackie, getting more and more frustrated that this match isn’t over with every passing moment. Jackie picks Marie to her feet and bails her across the ring with an Irish Whip, and then as she comes back, Jackie leaps into a brutal Spear which nearly cuts Jones in half.
Brody: Oh snap…what a shot from Daniels
Sweeny: Pin her Jackie…she’s done
As if on cue, Jackie pins the shoulders to the mat
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2…
Brittany breaks up the pin, pulling Jackie off her partner. The referee intervenes again, and for a moment Brittany looks like she may explode, but instead she backs off to her corner, as Jackie once again puts a dazed Marie Jones to her feet.
Brody: Brittany intervening…and if she hadn’t this one would probably be over.
Jackie whips Marie across the ring once more, this time going for a Clothesline which misses. Marie spins around and instinctively throws out her foot, catching Jackie square under the chin with a super kick which snaps Daniels head back on her shoulders. She staggers back, and then falls through the ropes, Kirsta immediately there to check if she is ok. Marie drops to one knee, and then flat to the mat, the fans erupting with noise
Brody: Marie Jones saves herself with a devastating super kick, but she needs to make the tag, and fast.
Sweeny: Kirsta has already got Jackie up
Kirsta pushes Jackie back into the ring, and points towards Jones who has now pushed herself closer to her corner. Jackie shakes her head, and gets to her feet as Marie holds out her hand. Jackie then runs across the ring, dropping her elbow into the small of Marie’s back, but just a moment too late as Jones makes the tag with the powerhouse Brittany Lohan. Jackie immediately backs off as Brittany strides into the ring, her eyes full of fire and determination.
Brody: Oh dear…this doesn’t bode well for Jackie
Sweeny: Just lulling her in…you watch
Brittany stalks her opponent who seems to be trying to calm her down. But suddenly Jackie throws a punch, but why too slowly as Brittany fends off the shot, exploding which one of her own which sends Jackie back towards the ropes. As she bounces forwards Brittany hooks her waists and lifts her high into the air, holding her there in the suplex position before bringing her crashing back down into the canvas. Brittany gets to her feet, adrenaline pumping through her veins, and she quickly pulls Jackie up again, who escapes her grasp, and rolls backwards, picking up the tag. Kirsta walks into the ring eyeing Lohan and the two hooks up, both of them jockeying for position, but Lohan is too strong and pushes her back into the corner. The referee gets between them to break them up, and Lohan releases, but as she does Kirsta pokes her squarely in the eyes blinding her temporarily.
Sweeny: And that is how you stop someone like Lohan…a gouge to the eyes
Brody: Cheating again…surely not
Kirsta unloads with a flurry of shots which Brittany does her best to fend away, but what she can’t see she cannot block. She feels her back in the corner, and Kirsta grabs her wrists, going for the Irish whip. Lohan reverses it though, but Kirsta hits the ropes and launches into a high cross body. Lohan however catches her in mid air, and in one move brings her spine down across her knee with a brutal back breaker. Kirsta falls limply to the mat, as Brittany then drags her across the canvas, tagging in a now recovered Marie Jones. Marie lifts Kirsta to her feet, and then smashes her across the face with a right hand, before dropping her to the mat once more with an European Uppercut. Marie then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps from the middle rope, drilling her knee into the chest of the former world champion Kirsta Lewis. She then quickly hooks the leg
1…
2…
3…
No, at the very last possible moment Kirsta shows her championship pedigree with a kick out. Marie tags in Brittany, and then climbs the turnbuckle as Lohan pulls Kirsta to her feet. Brittany hits with the Bicycle Kick, as Marie prepares the 450 splash.
Brody: Carpe Diem…this is it
However Jackie is having none of it, and she enters the ring, running into the ropes so that Marie Jones loses her footing, landing across the ropes. Brittany turns and sees this, and runs towards Jackie who ducks under her vicious shot, before spinning around and connecting with a standing drop kick. A dazed Marie is still sat on the turnbuckle, and this allows Jackie to get onto the second rope and hook Marie’s head, preparing a Bull Dog from here. However Marie recovers, and pushes her off the ropes, Jackie landing on her feet, but unable to do anything about the Corkscrew Moonsault from Jones, who crashes into Daniels full force
Brody: What a segment of top, top tag team wrestling right there. And what a move from Marie Jones, she might have won this
Sweeny: Not if she can’t tag she won’t.
Marie hooks Jackie’s leg, and the referee counts
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2…
The referee stops counting, the fans going crazy
Brody: Why’s he stopped?
Sweeny: Simple Brody…neither Marie or Jackie are legal in this one.
The referee confirms this, and the fans erupt in boos in jeers, even though they know it is the correct call.
Brody: Fan’s don’t like it, but it’s the correct decision. And the referee has finally gotten back control and is getting Jackie and Marie out the ring. Brittany shakes her head, and picks Kirsta up to her feet, before scooping her up and onto her shoulders, before running across the ring and delivering a Power slam. Once again she hooks the leg…
1…
2…
3…No, Kick out by Kirsta Lewis
Brody: What a match we have witnessed here, its way too close to call
Sweeny: Both teams putting everything on the line, just the way it should be.
Brittany pulls Kirsta to her feet, but Kirsta knocks away Lohan’s arms, and crashes a right hand into Brittany’s face. Brittany lunges forwards in retaliation, but Kirsta nips out the way and around the back of Lohan, grabbing her jaw and falling backwards, bringing Lohan’s spine back into her knees.
Brody: Oh my…what a counter from Kirsta, showing all her skills right there
Sweeny: And Brittany felt the effects of that, no doubt.
Kirsta mocks the crowd once again, and pick a groggy Lohan to her feet. Lohan is holding her back in agony, but Kirsta isn’t hanging around, and she whips her across the ring, connecting with a Scissor Kick as she returns. Lohan hits the mat, and Kirsta climbs the turnbuckle, looking to finish this once and for all. She holds up her arms and leaps from the top, delivering a big splash from the very top, but hurting herself in the process.
Brody: What a Splash from Lewis, but she’s hurt herself
Sweeny: Pin her Kirsta, you’ve won
Brody: She can’t move…
Kirsta is holding her stomach in obvious pain, but Brittany isn’t moving either. Finally, Kirsta clears her head, and puts her arm over Brittany’s chest.
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2…
3…
The crowd deliver a chorus of jeers, but then explode as the referee holds up two fingers, and shows Brittany with a foot on the ropes
Brody: Brittany just saved herself right there…hold on though
Kirsta pulls Brittany up, but Brittany escapes, and delivers a kick to the already damaged cut of Lewis. She bends over in obvious pain, but Lohan grabs her head and spins around with a Spinning Neck breaker, crashing her into the canvas. Both crawl towards their own corner, both of them hurting badly, and both get the tags at virtually the same time.
Brody: Could we ask for anymore effort from these two teams?
Sweeny: It’s been a breath taking match thus far no doubt.
Marie enters the ring and immediately leaps towards Daniels, smashing her elbow into Jackie’s face. Daniels retaliates however with a Crescent Kick which Marie doesn’t see coming and takes the full brunt of, dropping to one knee. Jackie takes a step back, looking for a move and runs in, the Shining Wizard looking the most obvious, however Marie leaps forwards at the last moment, and nearly takes of Jackie’s head with a Flying Clothesline.
Brody: What a shot from Marie…Jackie in real trouble here.
Jackie steps back towards the ropes, but Marie drills her with a Super Kick. Kirsta enters the ring, but Brittany see’s to her, taking her head off with the Clothesline from hell, Kirsta falling through the ropes and to ringside. Marie picks Jackie up, and immediately Brittany drills her with the Bicycle Kick, as Marie climbs the corner.
Brody: They tried this before…
Sweeny: Come on Kirsta…get up and help her for God’s sake.
Marie doesn’t pause, and leaps from the top delivering the decimating 450 splash, immediately going for the cover
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3…
The bell rings and the crowd erupts, as Brittany grabs the belts, and Marie slides out the ring, the both of them then backing up the ramp as cheers erupt all around! Kirsta Lewis can’t believe it and just glares at Jackie inside the ring, her hands in her hair, her face horrified at the fact that she has lost the title.
However the fans cheers quickly turn to boos, when suddenly Tara Belle and Brandy Danielle explode from the back!! Tara is first out and just drops Brittany Lohan to the ground with a huge forearm to the back, her face slamming against the metal railings, Marie turns to attack, but not before Brandy kicks her in the stomach and grabs her head, driving her down into the steel with a vicious DDT!!! Suddenly to more boos from the fans, Brandy just grabs Marie and lifts her to her feet in a groggy state, before rolling her into the ring, she calls out an official and the man in the striped shirt just runs down the ramp, he slides into the ring as Brandy just covers Marie,
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3…
NO!!! Marie kicks out in the final second leaving Brandy confused and shocked. She gazes at Marie and just stands to her feet, posing herself for the ‘Moment of Truth’, she waits for Marie to stand, demanding her to do so, suddenly she does, Brandy lunges forward, but Marie just ducks out and rolls under the ropes, Tara runs around to meet her, but Marie just clotheslines her to the mats hard and to cheers from the fans, an angry looking Marie just lifts her tag and Inception titles into the air, her face glaring furiously into the ring at Brandy who is demanding she come back, Brittany joins with Marie, the two of them furious in there expressions.
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The camera goes backstage to see a cocky Eli Legacy grinning from ear to ear, he notices Tom Hammond standing to his side and just walks across to him.
Eli:
I said I’d win didn’t I? I told you!
Hammond:
Certainly was impressive, Cagero isn’t a slouch.
Eli:
He was a slouch tonight, he was a waster. But forget Cagero, time for looking backwards is gone, time to step ahead is about to begin and Hammond, I could stand here and tell you that I’m going to be the next World champion, really original, but instead, I’m not.
Hammond:
You’re not going to be World Champion? That’s not a great ambition you have there!
Eli:
No you idiot, I am not going to stand here with the same cliché bullshit you hear off every new piece of shit that enters this arena, you see, I want to be more than just a 15 minute wonder who managed to win the World title by some fluke, no, I am going to prove my place on this roster and in this industry and come Carnage, my plan to become a grand slam champion, no less, the FWA’s FIRST grand slam champion begins.
Hammond:
Wow… So you think you can win every single title this federation has? Even with the difference in rules per division?
Eli:
I am the total package Hammond, Cagero just found that out and yes, I am going to claim every title this federation has, one after the other and soon, these fans, love me or hate me, will be looking at me as the greatest superstar, who ever lived. At Carnage Hammond, the Legacy of Eli, begins.
Eli just grins his smug, cocky expression again and pushes past Hammond while the fans boo from inside the arena, the shot focuses on Tom who just glares at Eli as he walks away, shocked at the announcement and the statement made by one of the new faces to come into the FWA.
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The boo’s get louder as Brandy Danielle and Tara Belle are seen backstage, a referee in toe, they are looking for Marie, still trying to claim that Inception title, even if it means dragging her back to the ring from here, but clearly they’ve yet to find her.
Brandy:
Did you see how that bitch ducked me out there? Some champion she is!
Tara:
I agree with you totally! You know what, once we find her, assuming she hasn’t already ran away like a scared little cry baby and take her Inception title, maybe we can team up and take those tag titles from them as well, what do you think?
Brandy:
I think that sounds like a plan.
Brandy grins at Tara, but suddenly as she does, Marie appears from behind her slamming a forearm into her back and knocking her to the ground, Brittany appears a mini-second later doing the same to Tara, suddenly a brawl occurs with Marie and Brittany beginning to beat down Brandy and Tara, however, Brandy roles Marie onto her back and the fans watch on as all four women, pull hair, throw punches, anything to get the upper hand, moments later though, officials appear, they quickly pull the two groups away from one another, hatred clearly a mutual feeling right now, as all four women continue to try and jump over security for one final shot. The image remains as slowly it fades out and returns to the ring.
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Brody:
Wow, some serious heat backstage all coming off the back of Brandy Danielle attempting to use the 24/7 rule to claim that Inception title!
Sweeney:
Marie needs to get use to that, it won’t be the first or last time that happens, I assure you!
Brody:
I agree, she is going to need eyes in the back of her head, but on the note of needing an extra set of eyes, only 8 weeks ago, Lethal Weapon having those may have stopped what we have next, a match, years in the making, ladies and gentleman, it’s the Street fight!
Street Fight
Rayne Young Vs Lethal Weapon
“[Puff] Rayne season has returned...
[Nas]
It's been a long time, been a long time comin
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me - this is what I am
[Puff] Feel me? Let's go
[Base Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You can hate me now.. but I won't stop now..
Cause I can't stop now.. you can hate me now..
But I won't stop now.. cause I can't stop now..
You can hate me now.. you can hate me NOWWWW..
‘Rayne walks out onto the stage, steel chair in hand as it remixes into “Go To Sleep” he doesn’t look out to the crowd, instead he hears them, some baying for his blood, some understanding with what he’s going through and cheering him on, knowing he’s not taking out just good guys, but anyone that stands in his way.’
[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!
‘Walking down the ramp, Rayne slowly raises the chair into the air, signalling a combination of boo’s and cheers from pockets of fans. Hatred, anger and intensity in his eyes, Rayne doesn’t take his gaze from the ring and slides into the ring, under the bottom rope.’
[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Jacob, you'll get it too!
‘The music dies down as Rayne waits, the referee tries to take the steel chair away from him, but he gives him a look that could kill and decides to let him keep it. Rayne shows little emotion as he waits for his opponent.’
“I can't see, cause it’s burning deep inside.
Like gasoline, a fire running wild.
No more fear, cause I’m getting closer now.
So unreal, but I like it anyhow.”
As the first verse plays out, the haunting voice of Temptations lady lead exploding onto the scenes, the camera angles from the roof show Rayne Young and Lethal Weapon in the ring together, both men staring at one another, it shows Jacob Laymon standing over Angelica Jones, a smile on his face, Marie Annabelle appears, climbing to the middle rope and lifting her title proudly into the air, Brittany Lohan coming onto the stage for the first time since her return to a huge ovation, it shows fans, excited as they hold their signs.
“I go faster and faster and faster
and faster and faster and faster and faster”
The images change to Jackson clotheslining Kronik to the ground, Michael Kyzer taking Rayne Young to the mat with a big leg lariat, Weapon dropping Brittany Lohan with a big spinebuster, Priest hitting Kirsta Lewis with a huge big boot, Simon Cagero picking up the pin in his debut match.
“I can’t live in a fairytale of lies.
And I can’t hide from the feeling cause it’s right.
And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.
And I can’t live in a fairytale of lies.”
Kirsta Lewis hits the Bitch Kick on Marie Annabelle Jones, Weapon spears Jake E Dangerously to the ground, Rayne Young turns on his heel slamming a chair across the head of Lethal Weapon, Priest stands triumphant with the hanging bodies on the cross behind him, an Ambulance with Angelica Jones inside explodes and collapses to the ground, Michael Kyzer hits Jake Dangerously with the steel chair, Jackie Daniels and Brittany Lohan go fist for fist on the steel ramp.
An instrumental begins, the guitar light in sound, but tuneful, the images continue on the same front, showing the feuds and the reason each match is on at the show tonight, with Jake being shown to leave Michael Kyzer to the affects of Rayne Young, Kyzer repaying the favour with the chair shot over Jakes head, Lethal Weapon coming out to stop the returning Rayne’s decimation of superstars, only to be dropped by the same repeated chair shots, however, it then shows Weapon’s fight back, including the sledgehammer to the face of Rayne, dropping him to the mat for Glory to pick up the win.
The chorus explodes back into the song as Kirsta and Jackie are seen fronting up to Marie and Brittany, the two women suddenly fighting back, with all four women shown at separate times, fighting it out, Kirsta hitting her finisher on Marie, Marie beating Jackie and lifting her title in the face of the retreating tag team champions, anger in her face.
The shot goes momentarily black, but only until the shot of Glory Braddock appears, her world title raised above her head, suddenly it cuts back to the ambulance exploding, the beat down on Angelica, followed by a graphical ‘Hell on Earth’ Image, Jackson and Glory are the final two, it cuts back to show Priest get pinned by Eric Herrera, only until Jackson drops Eric through the glass to the ring below, Jackson is then shown being electrocuted to unconsciousness as a tired and hurt Glory reclaims her World title, only until Jacob reveals himself and looks over the champion, a smile on his face.
Jackson is shown slapping Priest across the face as the two square up, Priest having to stop himself from attacking Jackson due to Riley’s ruling, however Kronik then appears, dropping Jackson before Priest is standing with pride, the crosses behind him, the bodies of his PRIDE opponents allegedly hanging, though it turns out to be only masks on the bodies of Piddle, Plop and Ba-Boo.
Jacob is shown to lose his momentum to Glory coming in and attacking him from behind, but the images show the continuing battle, with neither of them willing to back down, until the final images show Glory picking up the win over Rayne Young and lifting her title in the air, an angry Jacob looking up at her and the title, the camera angle managing to catch all of this in one shot…
FWA PRIDE!!!
“Faster” by Within Temptation suddenly starts again as fireworks explode in every direction from inside the Wembley Arena, London, the fans are going absolutely crazy, the whole place is sold out and everyone is ALREADY buzzing as the fireworks run down the ramp and explode from all four corners of the ring, blue, green, white, yellow, red, all of the colours exploding into the air and fading as they begin to decline back down to the ground, the shots just move around the fans now, all of them so excited, some even dressed up as their favourite superstars. Signs are in no shortage either with every other fan seemingly having one, explaining their feelings on the current dramas within the FWA or some even just saying “Hi Mum!”. There is magnificent support for Glory Braddock if the fans signs are anything to go by and also for Lethal Weapon, the fans showing a real unity with the United Kingdom superstars of the FWA roster.
Brody:
Ladies and Gentleman, WELCOME to FWA PRIDE!!
The sound of Brody’s voice disappears as the music comes across loud again along with the cheering and applause of the fans, all of them excited for this show to get started.
Brody:
Guys and girls, let us welcome you to the much anticipated FWA PRIDE and what a show it is destined to be, with the tag team, Atlantic and World titles on the line and of course, the Match that is ‘years in the making’, Rayne Young Vs Lethal Weapon!
Sweeney:
That is definitely one I am looking forward to without a shadow of a doubt, the opportunity to see Weapon get destroyed once and for all and maybe, finally, we’ll see his ACTUAL retirement, but do you know what I’m most excited about?
Brody:
Whats that?
Sweeney:
The big main event, the Ladder match, Glory Braddock, Jackson Adams, Priest & Jacob Laymon fighting for the grandest prize in the business and even better than that, it will be the moment that Jacob FINALLY takes what is rightfully his and becomes the FWA World Heavyweight Champion of the company he technically once owned!
Brody:
It certainly would be a story to tell if he is able to complete his task and reclaim the World title as his own, no doubt in my mind about that, but it’s still a big ask for him to do it and beating the likes of Glory and Jackson Adams isn’t going to be an easy task under any circumstances!
Suddenly the quiet chords of “Mind Heist” by Zack Hemsey begin to play in the arena as the fans get even louder, the lights begin to dim and gently every spotlight in the house points through the darkness to the stage as the beating drum of noise echoes through the speakers causing the name of “Riley Addison” to appear across the big screen, slowly the owner walks out, his dramatic entrance as ever causing the fans to stare on in awe. He walks down the ramp slowly and just stops every now and again to take in this reaction from the fans all around him, he smiles and just applauds the people surrounding him before walking up the steel steps and then entering the ring, the spotlights still following him until finally the lights come back up and his music gently fades away. He takes a microphone from the announcer and just grins up one side of his face as the fans continue to cheer very loudly, all of them excited and fuelled with adrenaline (and probably a beer or two!).
Riley:
Wow. I never knew it could feel like this, seriously. I stepped up to the plate when Jacob Laymon put this company up for sale, I had the money, but I didn’t really have the experience and so I have to admit, this has been a learning curve for me and with that, I accept I might have made some mistakes, such as booking a Battle Royal match only two weeks after the champions would be crowned tonight and so I’ve changed things, bought forward the official rankings which WILL be available to every FWA superstar and fan on the website and via MCW.tv of course.
A low cheer circles around the arena as Riley nods in acceptance of this reaction. He begins to circle the ring, his eyes focused on the ground, the mic placed firmly in front of his mouth.
Riley:
But seriously, all the mistakes, all the changes I’ve made have been worth it, worth THIS! The reaction, the sold out Wembley Arena, the pure level of noise from you people is friggin AWESOME!!
A much louder explosion of cheers goes up as the drink fuelled crowds just roar in agreement with Riley’s comments, causing the owner to smile.
Riley:
Well guys, I just wanted to come out here, officially announce those ranking matches for Carnage as a replacement to the Battle Royal and wish you all a great night and thank you for coming to what is the first PPV under my tender ship here in the FWA, so thank you.
A loud applause circles as Riley is about to drop the mic, when suddenly “Megadeath – Count down to Extinction” explodes through the speakers, the cheers instantly turn to boos of hatred, the animosity toward the former owner clear as day as Jacob just steps out, not ready for action yet. His suit is clearly designer along with his shoes and shirt and his swagger shows the same confidence as he walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans either side, except for one who he pretends to swing at causing the fan to leap backwards, this causes Jacob to laugh before continuing forward down the ramp, he walks up the steps to the apron and then climbs in, his gaze matching that of Riley’s as he takes a microphone and just glares across at him.
Jacob:
You know something Riley, I believed that you were the right person to run this company when I sold it to you, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have soured my own legacy by remaining here on the roster, I figured that you were a strong, egotistical character who would back up his decisions and throw caution to the wind, I thought you ‘had it’.
How wrong I was.
You see, you booked a battle royal, put the challenge out to everyone on the roster and said, ‘lets see what you got’, but a little bit of criticism from some mark fans, some god damn smarks and a few little twitter comments and suddenly, thee entire card is changed and the whole company is having to try something different to keep these idiot fans appeased.
Riley:
Wait a minute, didn’t you also criticise the battle royal?
Riley looks a little confused as Jacob grins at him.
Jacob:
I did, but I’m a talent now Riley, not the guy at the top of the board room, that’s you. It’s my job to belittle you, to make you feel stupid, to do whatever it takes to make a fool of you, its my job to make your job challenging.
Riley:
So you were going to complain, whatever?
Jacob:
Damn right.
Riley just nods in acknowledgement of this and paces back and forth as a smug and cocky Jacob Laymon glares at him.
Riley:
Well then, you’ll be glad to know I won’t be changing my mind again. But Jacob, before you pipe in and bore me with more of your monotone voice, let me tell you something, you see, as a wrestler, these people meant very little to me, I’m sure they all remember what I was like, the same as I remember how I was booed loudly from start to finish every night, but as an owner, I worked something out very quickly… That having these people on your side, it matters, it makes a difference, whether it be for the kick of someone liking an owner figure and the oh so little cliché ‘angle’ it gives me, or whether it be that the people actually WANT to turn up, WANT to buy merchandise. I like the fact that giving these people what they want, when they want it, puts ass’s on seats and sells out arenas!
A huge eruption of cheers explodes from every angle of the arena causing Riley to stop pacing and merely glare at Jacob Laymon angrily, however Jacob doesn’t flinch, instead he just grins wider.
Jacob:
Riley, Riley, Riley… Matches, gimmicks, clusterfucks, DO NOT sell tickets, if greater turnover and profits are all you want then let me get to the reason I’m actually out here, let me get to the point I am out here to make… Just give ME more airtime.
Boos erupt from every side of the arena causing Riley to look up at the fans and express his concern at their reaction to Jacob with his face.
Jacob:
Don’t listen to these people, these idiots. Riley, listen to me, listen to me because if you don’t sooner rather than later, things are going to get very ugly and doing anything BUT listening to me right now, might be the biggest mistake you ever made, just ask Dante, just ask Angelica Jones, they will attest to what happens when you cross me!
Riley just glares angrily at Laymon who steps in close to Riley, the two men eyeballing one another, the owner and the former owner.
Jacob:
When tonight is over and done with Riley, when the dust settles and the world stand up to glare at whomever was able to bring that belt down from the golden ring hanging from the ceiling, it will be me they see, it will be Jacob Laymon who is going to be the next big thing in the FWA, the next World Champion and it is me that will END the reign of Glory Braddock and her rating killer months at the top of this company… Me, Riley…Me.
The two men glare at one another, neither backing down.
Jacob:
At Carnage in two weeks Riley, I want you to pay close attention, because when I stand in the ring, the belt over my shoulder and a microphone in my hand, I am going to be calling ‘your’ name, you. I am going to be doing this Riley, because when I lift the belt as my own, it is going to be you that comes out in front of all these people and you are going to apologise to me, no, no, no, you are going to do more than that, you are going to get on your knees, you are going to grovel, you are going to beg and THEN you are going to apologise to me.
Riley suddenly grins from ear to ear and just lifts the microphone before lifting it to his mouth, the man clearly amused in a confused kind of way.
Riley:
Really? You believe that or do you just like the sound of your own voice? Jacob, it won’t happen, not now, not in two weeks, not ever. I won’t be apologising to you whether you win the belt – or not!
Jacob smiles now and just turns on his heel and walks back across the ring before suddenly turning and on the leap, kicking Riley’s healing bad leg from under him causing Riley to drop to the mat, grabbing his leg in pain! Jacob just stands over him, mic in hand.
Jacob:
You want to disrespect me ya little grunt? Come on, get up! Show me what you got!!
Boos are exploding from every angle of the arena as Jacob just stands over Riley, the owner just holding his leg in pain when suddenly “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva hits the speakers causing the fans to explode into cheers! Lethal Weapon’s name flashing across the screen and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of jeans, Lethal suddenly runs from the back causing Jacob to back off and prepare for the worst, Lethal reaches the ring and just leaps onto the apron, stopping momentarily to just glare at Jacob who merely glares back at him, slowly now he enters the ring and just kneels down to grab a microphone while quickly checking on Riley who lifts himself into a corner, anger on his face.
Weapon:
Sometime ago, just after you dropped the company to Riley, I was bought back to run his security, to watch his back while his leg healed, maybe you remember? And ok, things might have changed some, but the bottom line has not, I still have the back of the man at the top of this company, I am still at the back of Riley Addison, so if you want to kick him again Jacob, why not get through me first to do it?
Cheers erupt from the fans as Jacob just grits his teeth angrily, he paces for a moment and just glares a hole through Weapon.
Jacob:
Right, so NOW, you decide to toe the line? You decide to back up the administration?
Weapon:
Had the last boss not been such a prick, I might have done it before now.
Some ‘Ooo’s’ circle around the arena as Jacob just stops and glares at Weapon, a little surprised by the fast comeback, however, he laughs it off and just steps closer to Weapon, his eyes not moving from the former MCW World Champion.
Jacob:
Nick, let me be blunt… I am going to be the next World Champion of this company and as you know better than most, being a champion, means plenty of stroke, so if I were you… I’d back the fuck out of my business, now.
Weapon:
And if you want to lose that title and your beloved reputation very quickly, I’d reconsider what tone of voice you speak to me in…
Another loud eruption filters out as Jacob and Weapon go nose to nose now, both men ready to explode on one another, forgetting almost about the matches they have coming later in the evening.
Riley:
ENOUGH!
Both men slowly turn to face Riley who angrily stands with another microphone, his eyes glaring between the two men.
Riley:
Jacob Laymon, let me make something very fucking clear to you, I am not some suit and tie prick who can be manipulated and intimidated and there isn’t a hope in hell that I am ever going to apologise to you, not now, not ever and certainly not over airtime, something I feel I got spot on but you know what… If you want more, do it the right way, defy the odds, go into the main event tonight, become the World Heavyweight Champion and as leader of the roster, force me to give production no option but to give you more time in front of the cameras.
Jacob tells Riley off Microphone that he will and nods in agreement to his own statement.
Riley:
Good, but Jacob, also, I warn you… Making enemies is a talent you have that far outweighs even your wrestling ability, so if you choose to continue down this path, fine… But watch your back.
Jacob just turns to Riley and grins from ear to ear, nodding in understanding at this comment before suddenly, he turns and CLOCKS Lethal Weapon with the microphone, knocking him to the ground causing the fans to explode into boos as Megadeath suddenly explodes through the speakers again, Jacob just grins and backs up the ramp as an angry Lethal Weapon, rolls onto his knees, clutching his head, angrily glaring up toward Laymon, his arms raised gloriously at the booing fans all around him.
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The shot goes backstage for the first time to see Brittany Lohan watching on the monitors from her locker room, she shakes her head at what Laymon has done and just glares angrily at the monitor, as if wishing for another shot at the former owner.
Marie:
Watching Jacob huh? Want to fight him again?
Brittany:
More than you know, just with a different outcome this time. I’d crucify him given the chance.
Marie:
Get in there before Priest then.
The two girls smile at the comment before those same smiles quickly fade, suddenly the camera angle changes to show Jackie Daniels and Kirsta Lewis looking around the locker room, the tag team championships around there waists.
Jackie Daniels:
Wow, more promises that can’t be backed up by Lohan? Shocking!
Kirsta:
Get use to it, she’s always been the same, ambitions and visions of grandeur, but always without the talent to take herself to where she wants to be!
Boos ring out from the fans watching in the arena as Marie and Brittany square up to the tag team champions, the four ladies, set to meet later tonight.
Kirsta:
Brittany, if you want a lesson in backing up your claims, you might want to go back to the last pay per view, the night when myself and Jackie Daniels destroyed Twisted and Sadistic in the middle of the ring, hospitalised Angelica Jones and ended one of the companies most impressive reigns. Take a good look, that was us that done that.
Jackie:
Exactly and beating you two, that’s going to be even more simple, I mean really, how hard can it be, beating the daughter of the woman we put in the hospital and her pathetic little friend!
Brittany laughs off the comments and just tilts her head slightly with an inquisitive gaze.
Brittany:
See, unlike you two skanks, I do my talking out in the ring, but just so I’m sure, are you two quite finished bitching now?
Kirsta:
Good for you and the answer is no. You see, I’ll speak for myself in the ring as well, but the difference is, I’m good with my body AND my mouth, its that sort of talent that got me top of the mountain Brittany and by that, I’m talking about the World Championship… I wouldn’t expect you to understand, after all, it’s always evaded you, right?
Brittany just sucks it up and is clearly biting her bottom lip to stop herself from punching Kirsta Lewis right there and then.
Jackie:
And as for your fluke victory over me two weeks ago… Oh Marie, it’s long from over. You see, after we end your hopes and dreams and beat you to defend our titles tonight, I’m coming right back for that Inception title, you better believe it!
Jackie and Kirsta look very happy with themselves as they just turn and leave the locker room and two very angry opponents behind, the shot showing Marie and Brittany looking on, both of them ready to go.
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Simon Cagero Vs Eli Legacy
Ben Watson:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 195 pounds, SIMON CAGERO!!!!!!!!!!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
The voice booms over the speaker system, as the lights fade out.
"ARE YOU READY?!"
Pardon Me starts to play over the speakers, after the voice dies down. The crowd starts to boo, as a spotlight appears on the stage.
"TO GET..."
Cagero walks out from the backstage area carrying a microphone.
"WASTED?!"
He screams into the microphone, before stopping, and looking at all the fans, and then shaking his head.
"Never fear, ladies and gentlemen, your regularly scheduled, mundane, FWA is going to take a little bit of a break... Frankly, even you deserve better."
He says into the microphone, before walking down to the stage.
"You deserve... THE MOST WASTED MOTHERFUCKER ON THE FACE OF THIS PLANET!"
He chuckles, and looks around while he's walking.
"He stands a striking, FIVE FOOT NINE! AND WEIGHS AN AMAZING ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY FIVE POUNDS!"
He stops, turns around, and slightly raises his arms, to me about shoulder level, and perpendicular to his body. He only stands like that for a minute, before bringing the microphone in to speak again.
"THE MAN YOU WISH WAS YOUR ILLEGITIMATE FATHER.....! THE BEST SEX YOU COULD NEVER GET...! AND THE REIGNING... UNDISPUTED.... MAN OF THE YEAR."
He finally gets to the ring, before climbing in, and up to the top rope.
"I AM... CAGERO! AND I AM EVERYTHING YOU NEVER COULD ACHIEVE!" He drops the mic over the top rope, before taking off his shirt, and dropping down to the mat. He backs up to his corner, and starts to laugh at his opponent.
Ben Watson:
And his opponent, from Newbridge South Wales, weighing in at 207 pounds, ELI LEGACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Last Look At Eden" by Europe begins to play over the PA system as the fans immediately let out a roar, a mixture of cheers and jeers. The arena goes black with the music pounding until the music picks up, Eli Legacy struts onto the stage area from behind the black draped curtain, a white hoddie worn over his wrestling gear. The crowd cheer as he salutes both sides of the fans before making his way down to the ring, avoiding as much contact with the fans as possible. He slides under the bottom rope of the ring, going to the nearest turnbuckle, nodding to himself in appreciation. He then jumps down, awaiting the bell to ring.
(Simon Cagero and Eli Legacy have already entered the ring, and this match is underway as the bell sounds and Legacy and Cagero seem to be feeling each other out first. Cagero and Legacy with a test of strength. Legacy with a go behind wristlock, reversal by Simon Cagero. Legacy taps the arm and he brings Cagero over with a snapmare. Cagero rolls sideways and he climbs to his feet. He has Legacy's arm. Cagero runs the ropes and comes off with a rolling armdrag. Legacy quickly rises to his feet and he attempt a clothesline, Cagero brings him up and drives him down with a samoan drop. Cover by Cagero and a quick kickout by Eli Legacy. Simon brings Legacy up and properly introduces him to a forearm shot before sending Legacy into the far side turnbuckle. Cagero charges in thereafter and comes up empty as Legacy sidesteps. Cagero hits the turnbuckle as Legacy comes off with a swinging neckbreaker and he follows it up with a cover of his own for a brief one count. Legacy brings Cagero up and monkey flips him over. Cagero on his feet. He turns and attempts a standing sidekick as Legacy slides underneath and takes the legs out from under Cagero. He crosses the legs and goes for the STF submission but Cagero scampers to the bottom rope before the hold can be applied. The referee holding Legacy back as Cagero climbs to his feet. Cagero with another clothesline attempt. Legacy ducks it as Cagero spins completely around. Legacy with a wistlock and he hoists Cagero up for a back suplex but he throws him face first to the canvas with a modified flapjack. Legacy locks Cagero's arm and elbow with an armbar as Simon cries out in pain from the immense pressure on the elbow joint. The referee checking for a submission in the early goings of this match as Cagero does not oblige the request. Cagero reaches for the bottom rope with his free arm and he attains the sought after goal with success as the referee forces Eli Legacy to break the hold. Cagero rolls under the bottom rope to regroup as Eli Legacy hits the ropes and delivers a baseball slide! Simon Cagero is sent back into the guardrail. Legacy climbs back onto the apron. He charges towards Cagero and leaps off but Cagero catches him in mid-air and then he drives him down to the concrete with a powerslam.)
Brody:
Wow! What an impact!
Sweeney:
That was devastating!
(Cagero rolls him into the ring. Cagero heads up top and waits as Legacy pulls himself up. Cagero leaps off, looking for a missile dropkick, but Legacy dodges the bullet just in times. Cagero makes an adjustment in mid-air and lands awkwardly on his feet but they buckle underneath, as he collapses to the mat.)
Brody:
That landing did not look good, Mike.
Sweeney:
That’s going to be bad for his attempts at victory here.
(Legacy quickly switches into a submission based attack, smelling blood. He locks in a knee bar. Cagero reaches the ropes. Legacy drags him back out and then drops several elbow drops in a row followed up by a leg grapevine. Again Cagero reaches the ropes. Legacy drags him back out to the center and locks in a sharpshooter.)
Brody:
This sharpshooter will do major damage, not just to the legs but to the back as well.
Sweeney:
Very smart wrestling by Eli Legacy.
(Eli Legacy keeps the deadly submission locked in for fifteen minutes. The referee is right there to check for a submission. Cagero finally makes it to the ropes. Eli Legacy delivers several knee breakers before locking Cagero in a muta lock.)
Brody:
And yet another submission.
Sweeney:
I am kind of surprised to a see submission attack from this kid.
(After twenty seconds, sensing that Cagero will not give up, Eli Legacy breaks the hold. Legacy pulls him up and goes for Heritage but Cagero blocks it, landing several right hands in a row. Cagero goes to run off the ropes but his leg gives way. Legacy pulls Cagero up and drops him with Devil’s Advocate. He then delivers Doctor’s Advocate!)
Brody:
Doctor’s Advocate!
Sweeney:
An ode to the good doctor himself!
(Legacy goes to the top rope and waits as Cagero tries to pull himself up. Legacy leaps off, connecting with New Rama Bridge for the cover…)
1…
2…
…3
NO! Cagero kicks out!
Brody:
Wow! Cagero kicked out!
Sweeney:
I can’t believe it.
Brody:
You have to hand it to Cagero.
Sweeney:
He is one tough son of a gun.
(Legacy pulls Cagero up and drops him with Heritage. He goes for the cover.)
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2…
…3!
DING! DING! DING!
Ben Watson:
Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, ELI LEGACY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brody:
Legacy wins it in what was a dominating performance!
Sweeney:
Cagero’s ship was sunk the moment he missed that dropkick and tweaked his knee.
Brody:
Indeed. Cagero hurt himself and Legacy took advantage.
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Cheers erupt as Jackson Adams appears backstage, his eyes focused, his face intense. He does his final stretches when suddenly Glory Braddock walks in to an even bigger cheer, the World title over her shoulder, Jackson stands to greet her and just glares at the title momentarily.
Glory:
I’m just here to talk over the plans for tonight.
Jackson:
Plans?
Glory:
Yeah. Look, if we work together, take Jacob and Priest out of this match, it comes down to me and you for the title, the match it should have been. One way or the other, Apocalypse will succeed tonight!
Jackson nods slowly listening to her words, before he lifts his hand, politely stopping her.
Jackson:
One way or the other?
Glory:
Are you ok?
Jackson:
Glory, I’m fine, but ‘one way or the other’ bothers me, you see, this isn’t a game to me. Going out there tonight is an opportunity to give me the chance, the opportunity to become World Champion of this company, something I have worked my ass off for too long not to have. In hell on Earth, I had your back against Herrera and Priest, but tonight, if I get the chance – I’m putting you away Glory.
The fans instantly react to what is now a tense situation as Glory and Jackson just glare at one another intently.
Jackson:
I’m fed up of being in someone’s shadow, even yours. Tonight is going to be different to other nights Glory, tonight I am going to the ring and I am coming out as the New World Champion and when the fans and the roster think of Apocalypse, it won’t be your name they say first anymore, no, it will be mine, Jackson Adams.
Don’t mistake what I’m saying Glory, I’m your friend, you know that, but tonight isn’t a night I want to be having friendly conversations with anybody, because tonight, I claim what is rightfully mine, tonight, I beat, Jacob, Priest and you to wrap that belt around my waist – FINALLY!
Jackson just glares at the belt again before tapping it with his finger, he then storms out of the shot and away from the scene as a shocked and angry looking Glory looks down at the ground before evilly glaring over her shoulder.
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Tom Hammond appears backstage, a big smile on his face, his suit smart and perfectly pressed, as the camera turns, it shows Hannah Monroe, the newest female on the FWA roster, she smiles sweetly at Tom.
Tom:
Ladies and gentleman, I am joined backstage at this time by the newest female on the roster, she had a terrific win before this show came on the air and she is set for big things here in the FWA, her name, is Hannah Monroe.
Wolf whistles amongst other things come from the fans watching in the arena as the camera focuses on Hannah.
Hannah:
Thanks for the opportunity to get some air time.
Tom:
No problem at all, so tell us Hannah, what can we expect from you here in the FWA?
Hannah:
Well, I’m here to compete, to be the best I can be and hopefully prove to the world that not only do I belong amongst the ranks here, but actually, I can be one of the companies top talents, given the time.
A sarcastic round of applause comes out of shot, but as the camera zooms out to show who it was, the fans boo to see MCW hall of famer Kirsta Lewis step forward, the Tag title over her shoulder still.
Kirsta Lewis:
One of this companies ‘top talents?’, you?
Hannah:
Yeah, me.
Kirsta:
I got to tell you, I don’t like dreamers, I don’t like idiot dreamers who think they are to big for there boots, who can’t be realistic for even a second and to think you can achieve ANYTHING in this company hunny, is unrealistic and merely a dream. Do you see the roster on offer here? And you actually think you can compete.
Kirsta just laughs hard before suddenly shoving Hannah Monroe backwards, her humour fading instantly.
Kirsta:
Hunny, you are looking at one of the finest, if not THEE finest female athlete who ever competed in the wrestling business and you think you can be what I already am? A legend? A top talent on a roster like what this place has? No way. Hear me? No way. You ain’t got it, you don’t have it and you never will, I promise you that.
Boos erupt as Kirsta just grins and walks out off the shot, leaving an angry Hannah to look on and swear under her breath about the former World Champion and legend that is Kirsta Lewis.
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Atlantic Championship Match
Michael Kyzer Vs Jake E Dangerously
Jake charges in as soon as the bell rings and floors Kyzer with a forearm shot. Jake uses the cheap shot to his advantage and mounts Kyzer, pouring on right hands. Kyzer finally kicks Jake off. Kyzer scrambles back to his feet and Jake throws another punch but its blocked and Kyzer then retaliate with some punches of his own, backing him into a corner. Kyzer Irish whips Jake in and delivers a deep arm drag into an arm bar. Jake fights back to his feet and then switches into a hammerlock. Kyzer reverses into a hammerlock of his own. Jake recounters and then delivers a hammerlock suplex. Jake then drops an elbow onto his arm and then locks in an arm bar.
Brody: Dangerously is certainly the aggressor early on here, Mike.
Sweeny: What did you expect? He’s dangerous!
Brody: Is that supposed to be a pun?
Sweeny: Yes.
Kyzer fights back to his feet and then switches into a hammerlock. Jake reverses into a hammerlock of his own and then delivers another hammerlock suplex. Jake delivers an arm bar takedown and then locks in a fujiwara arm bar.
Brody: Jake Dangerously is really working over that arm, Sweeny.
Sweeny: Admit it. You didn’t expect him to dominate like this!
Brody: I am kind of surprised.
Sweeny: Have faith in Jake!
Eventually Kyzer gets to the ropes, forcing a break. Jake drops Kyzer with another arm bar takedown and then locks in another arm bar. Kyzer fights back to his feet and then switches into a hammerlock. Jake reverses into a hammerlock of his own and then delivers another hammerlock suplex. Jake delivers an arm bar takedown. Jake pulls him up and whips him into the ropes and delivers a deep arm drag into an arm bar. Kyzer fights his way back up and then breaks the hold with elbows to the gut. Kyzer runs off the ropes but Jake drills his knee into his gut.
Brody: And again Dangerously takes him down!
Sweeny: Kyzer just cannot catch a break!
Jake pulls Kyzer up and locks in a hammerlock but Kyzer blasts him in the nose. Kyzer throws a right but Jake blocks it. Jake whips Kyzer into the ropes but Jake lowers his head too early and Kyzer makes him pay with a swift kick to the face followed up by the Kyzer Effect.
Brody: Kyzer Effect!
Sweeny: What?! Where did that come from?!
Kyzer locks in an ankle lock. Jake fights to the ropes and gets to them. Kyzer drapes Jake’s ankle across the bottom rope and then cannonballs his ankle several times before reapplying the ankle lock. Jake again gets to the ropes. Kyzer goes for a figure four but Jake kicks him in the ass, causing him to go shoulder first into the steel ring post. Jake drops him with an arm bar takedown and then locks him in a fujiwara arm bar.
Brody: And Dangerously is back in control, working over that arm and shoulder.
Sweeny: Kyzer can’t have much left in the tank, Sweeny.
Kyzer fights back to his feet but Jake drops him with Dangerous Liaison. Jake goes to lock in a sharpshooter but he’s having trouble turning Kyzer. Kyzer kicks him square in the face, causing him to stumble backward. Kyzer scrambles back to his feet and then spears Jake.
Brody: Kyzer just broke him in half with that spear!
Sweeny: Unbelievable!
Suddenly Kyzer just stands to his feet and explodes with adrenalin, the fans feeling it as well, he grabs Jake and just puts him in position, INDULGENT BEHAVIOUR!! Jake instantly roars up onto his hands, shaking his head violently and trying his best to take the pain of the signature submission hold of Michael Kyzer, but Kyzer quickly drops to the mat and wraps his legs into a grapevine while keeping the submission hold in place, Jake can’t move, he can’t crawl around the ring, he can’t escape! He tries to take it on, he tries to handle the pain, refusing to tap, but it can’t last forever and FINALLY Jake taps!!! He taps!!! The fans go mental with cheers as Michael rolls away from Dangerously, shock on his face as he just rolls onto his knees, his hands out in front of him so the official can lay the belt across his arms, he grins from ear to ear, his face flush with pride, before suddenly he stands and throws the title into the air, clutching it still with one hand as the fans cheer louder, his music blares from the PA and he stands triumphant.
Brody:
Unbelievable match and we have a new ATLANTIC CHAMPION, its Michael Kyzer!!
Sweeney:
I never saw that coming… Wow.
Brody:
A brilliant counter to the Sharpshooter and Michael has really made an impact here, believe me, I think this is a man who really needs to be watched closely as his career continues to progress in this company!
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The scene opens outside the office of Riley Addison, his door suddenly opens and to loud boos all over the arena, Lance Williams, Tara Belle and Brandy Danielle all suddenly appear, the three of them shaking Riley’s hand and thanking him for taking them back on as superstars. However they stop as Priest walks into the scene, his eyes glaring back and forth from Riley to the trio of superstars standing before him, one of which he knows well.
Priest:
Addison, you want to explain to me why these pricks are back or did Lance forget something after the last time he took off?
Lance:
Priest, we aren’t here for trouble. I came back here alone, look, no Vincent, no Eric, just me and Tara and Brandy just want to compete fair and square as well, Riley is fine with all of this.
Priest:
Do I look like I give a fuck if you bought the rest of your group with you? Fact is, times have changed, once upon a time, me and you use to be friends, stable mates even, but now, you are nothing to me. Not just to me but a lot of the guys in the back here, with the way you left? Dropping the Atlantic title? You got some real heat coming your way and if I got things my way, I’m first in the queue.
Lance just grins from ear to ear, taking the threat from Priest with a pinch of salt.
Priest:
Something funny to you?
Lance:
Just you. You’ll never change Priest, always acting like the big man who can’t be bought down or beaten by anybody or anyone! Funny thing is Priest, I know, better than most, that you can be and exactly how to do it.
Priest just squares up to Lance, neither man backing away from one another.
Riley:
Ok, ok, enough of that I think. Priest, need I remind you, you have a World title shot to get ready for and Lance, fighting right in front of my office… Not a great start.
Both men slowly back down from one another, neither taking his eyes from the other.
Lance:
Good luck Priest.
Lance just grins smugly with Brandy and Tara doing the same at his sides, however Priest, just growls angrily and turns out of the shot, the cameras staying on Lance and co. The three of them looking on and watching Priest leave.
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Rayne Young is seen backstage to boos from the fans, he presses a button on a vending machine and watches as the bottle of coke drops to the flap at the bottom, he kneels down and removes it before opening the cap and pouring some of the coke back into his throat, he then turns, but right into the waiting figure of Michael Kyzer, Atlantic Championship over his shoulder.
Rayne:
Can I help you?
Michael:
I just came to make sure you got a message loud and clear…
Rayne:
And what would that be exactly?
Michael:
That what you did all those weeks ago, attacking me with a chair the way you did, making me look like I was nothing when truth is, I was beating your ass fairly in the middle of the ring, I haven’t forgotten a damn thing, not one damn moment of it.
Rayne:
Congratulations. You must be proud.
Rayne tries to walk past Kyzer, but Michal places his hand on the chest of Young, causing Rayne to glance at it as if he is ready to punch him for it.
Kyzer:
This title, it’s the beginning of something for me in this federation, everybody knows it and sooner rather than later Rayne, I’m going to get my chance to face you in the ring again and this time, not only will I win, but I’ll do it properly, cleanly, because no doubt, beating you will not only be satisfying for me, but it will also do my career in this place some good, after all, what better stepping stone then a hall of famer, huh?
Rayne just smiles and nods in agreement before drinking more fluid from his bottle.
Rayne:
Well, good luck with that Michael, but before you go jumping ahead of yourself, let me assure you… You won’t be beating me and your career, title or not, is going nowhere and quickly. You might have some talent Kyzer, but in this place, you’re still a small fry, still a worm stuck in the ground and if you push me one to many times, I’ll be that big bird that comes down and takes off your head – clean. Now if you don’t mind, I have to get ready for my part in the double main event for tonight’s show, when you can say that… Come back to me.
Boo’s continue to flood out as Rayne just barges past Kyzer, the new Atlantic champion clearly not happy with what he just heard, he glares furiously over his shoulder in the direction of Young, his title sparkling under the lights as it sits across his shoulder.
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Tag Team Championship Match
Hells Angels Vs Memento Mori
Brody: It’s been a heck of a show thus far, but now Ladies and Gentlemen we are going to crank it up a notch. Tag Team titles are on the line and this is Hells Angel biggest challenge to date
Sweeny: And a challenge you would have to say they will meet head on just like they always do. It should be one hell of a match up…actually can’t wait.
“I get off” by Halestorm kicks in over the PA system, and Kirsta Lewis and Jackie Daniels appear at the top of the ring with the title belts draped over their shoulders. The fans in attendance make it abundantly clear what they think of them as they walk down the ramp towards the ring. As they do, they mock a few fans at ringside, the both of them taking turns to annoying the paying customers, which raises the noise level another step. They both slide into the ring and climb a turnbuckle each, taunting everyone in the arena with the fact they are the champions
Brody: These two are not the most popular champions ever…I’m guessing Memento Mori’s reception will be a bit better
Sweeny: It’s what anyone who knows this business says the fans are idiots; they don’t see talent when they see it. They should be more respectful of the FWA Tag Team Champions
Brody: But that goes both ways wouldn’t you agree?
“Lithium” by Evanescence begins to play. There's a brief delay but with the spotlight focused on the large curtains, they are literally ripped open as Lohan steps out into the light, followed by Marie Jones. With clenched fists, gritted teeth and glaring eyes... Lohan begins to make her way down the ramp and towards the ring with Marie following closely behind, her attention only on the ring. As she nears the squared circle, Lohan slows down a little and then proceeds to walk around its entire perimeter once with her eyes closed before suddenly running up the steel steps and vaulting over the top rope and into the ring. Marie hops up onto the ring apron. She strikes a sultry and sexy pose for the audience. She then smirks, shakes her head smugly muttering ‘in your dreams’ before stepping into the ring. She then hops up onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner and holds her arms up high into the air, getting a reaction from the crowd.
Brody: What a reaction from the challengers, who rightfully feel this could be their night
Sweeny: Here’s hoping they don’t go home crushed…I hate it when girls cry
Brody: Both teams are in the ring, and there is the bell, one of the most eager awaited tag team battles in FWA history, and we bear witness to it right now
Sweeny: Considering the fact there isn’t a great deal of history in this place…that really doesn’t mean much does it?
Brody: You know what I mean
Sweeny: I know you’re an idiot
Brody: You’re just too kind. Well, it looks like its going to be Jackie and Brittany kicking us off in this one. Can Hells Angels retain the belts against this destructive team of Brittany Lohan and Marie Jones? Let’s find out.
Brittany stares from out of her corner, and motions for Jackie to advance. Jackie has no problem with that and lunges forwards, Brittany doing the same and ducking the attempted Clothesline before reaching back and grabbing Jackie by the wrist. She then whips her across the canvas and into the ropes, looking to scoop Jackie up. However Jackie scouts the move and does a cartwheel to her side. Brittany scowls, but advances again, straight into a right hand from Jackie and then a left, before going for a kick. Lohan however grabs her foot, but Jackie reacts quickly, spinning and hitting a Mule Kick which sends Lohan back towards the ropes. Daniels is quickly up, and ducks under a swinging right hook, before bringing her knee up and into the face of Brittany. Jackie then grabs Lohan’s head, driving it into the mat with the DDT. Jackie then climbs the turnbuckle, looking for a Swan Dive, but as she leaps, Brittany see’s it coming and rolls out the way, Jackie crashing into the mat hard. Brittany see’s a chance, and quickly crawls into a pin
1…
2…
Daniels kicks out, Brittany picking her to her feet and pushing her back into the corner, ramming her forearm into her jaw before tagging in her partner Marie Jones
Brody: Nice early offensive from Jackie Daniels, but Lohan turns it around like the true competitor she is.
Sweeny: Lohan is way too much for Jackie to handle, and Marie Jones will be as well
Marie Jones leaps over the ropes, and immediately rams Daniels head into the turnbuckle, before pulling her down with her tights and into the schoolboy pin.
1…
2…
Daniels kicks out again, and Marie helps her to her feet, before then bailing her across the ring and catching her with a Drop Kick on her return, before then immediately hooking in a head lock
Brody: Good wrestling there from Marie, she has really come on leaps and bounds. Taking Daniels down is a good idea
Sweeny: Yeah, but how long will she be able to keep her there, that’s the question
The referee checks that the hold isn’t a choke, as Daniels tries to grab the back of Marie’s head. She eventually manages it and then gets to her feet, still with Marie holding onto her head. She then falls down, brining Marie’s chin down on her shoulder, and breaking from the head lock, rolling across the ring and then tagging in her partner Kirsta as Marie holds her jaw in agony
Brody: Wow…that’s one way of getting out of a head lock.
Sweeny: No point holding anything back when the title is on the line Brody.
Kirsta strides over to Marie, the crowd booing her every step. She seems to revel in it however, and she slowly brings Marie to her feet, before kneeing her in the stomach and then hip tossing her across the ring. Kirsta then drops an elbow into her stomach, before rolling over and locking in the Ankle, twisting it and threatening to break it. Kirsta even has time to look over to Brittany, mocking her with a smile. Brittany enters the ring, but the referee quickly moves to stop her. As she does, Jackie comes in, and kicks Marie fully in the face with the Ankle Lock still locked in. Jackie quickly rolls out the ring as Brittany remonstrates with the referee who saw nothing.
Sweeny: She can’t remonstrate…it was Brittany’s fault in the first place
Brody: Jackie and Kirsta cheating…now there’s a shock.
The referee looks at Kirsta who pleads her innocence, even releasing the hold to talk to the referee. But behind his back Jackie climbs the turnbuckle, Brittany seeing this and entering the ring again to block the shot. The referee sees this and leaves Kirsta, again stopping Lohan, just as Daniels leaps from the top, dropping her leg across the chest of Marie Jones. Again she quickly rolls out the ring, and Kirsta drops into the pin
1…
2…
3…
No, Marie kicks out, using a surge of strength to lift up her shoulder and break the pin. Kirsta smacks the apron in frustration, before pulling Marie to her feet by her hair and dragging her over to her corner, slapping her fully across the face. Kirsta then tags in Jackie who bends through the stands, immediately taking Marie to the mat with a devastating Snap Suplex. Jackie takes a moment to take in the crowd’s negative reaction, before applying the pin
1…
2…
3…
No, Marie somehow kicks out again, the fans jumping to their feet at this effort from Angelica Jones daughter.
Brody: This has been all the Champions so far Sweeny, Marie needs to get the tag
Sweeny: But Hells Angels are wrestling this match perfectly…looks like Memento Mori are in a world of trouble
Kirsta shouts some more instructions to Jackie, getting more and more frustrated that this match isn’t over with every passing moment. Jackie picks Marie to her feet and bails her across the ring with an Irish Whip, and then as she comes back, Jackie leaps into a brutal Spear which nearly cuts Jones in half.
Brody: Oh snap…what a shot from Daniels
Sweeny: Pin her Jackie…she’s done
As if on cue, Jackie pins the shoulders to the mat
1…
2…
Brittany breaks up the pin, pulling Jackie off her partner. The referee intervenes again, and for a moment Brittany looks like she may explode, but instead she backs off to her corner, as Jackie once again puts a dazed Marie Jones to her feet.
Brody: Brittany intervening…and if she hadn’t this one would probably be over.
Jackie whips Marie across the ring once more, this time going for a Clothesline which misses. Marie spins around and instinctively throws out her foot, catching Jackie square under the chin with a super kick which snaps Daniels head back on her shoulders. She staggers back, and then falls through the ropes, Kirsta immediately there to check if she is ok. Marie drops to one knee, and then flat to the mat, the fans erupting with noise
Brody: Marie Jones saves herself with a devastating super kick, but she needs to make the tag, and fast.
Sweeny: Kirsta has already got Jackie up
Kirsta pushes Jackie back into the ring, and points towards Jones who has now pushed herself closer to her corner. Jackie shakes her head, and gets to her feet as Marie holds out her hand. Jackie then runs across the ring, dropping her elbow into the small of Marie’s back, but just a moment too late as Jones makes the tag with the powerhouse Brittany Lohan. Jackie immediately backs off as Brittany strides into the ring, her eyes full of fire and determination.
Brody: Oh dear…this doesn’t bode well for Jackie
Sweeny: Just lulling her in…you watch
Brittany stalks her opponent who seems to be trying to calm her down. But suddenly Jackie throws a punch, but why too slowly as Brittany fends off the shot, exploding which one of her own which sends Jackie back towards the ropes. As she bounces forwards Brittany hooks her waists and lifts her high into the air, holding her there in the suplex position before bringing her crashing back down into the canvas. Brittany gets to her feet, adrenaline pumping through her veins, and she quickly pulls Jackie up again, who escapes her grasp, and rolls backwards, picking up the tag. Kirsta walks into the ring eyeing Lohan and the two hooks up, both of them jockeying for position, but Lohan is too strong and pushes her back into the corner. The referee gets between them to break them up, and Lohan releases, but as she does Kirsta pokes her squarely in the eyes blinding her temporarily.
Sweeny: And that is how you stop someone like Lohan…a gouge to the eyes
Brody: Cheating again…surely not
Kirsta unloads with a flurry of shots which Brittany does her best to fend away, but what she can’t see she cannot block. She feels her back in the corner, and Kirsta grabs her wrists, going for the Irish whip. Lohan reverses it though, but Kirsta hits the ropes and launches into a high cross body. Lohan however catches her in mid air, and in one move brings her spine down across her knee with a brutal back breaker. Kirsta falls limply to the mat, as Brittany then drags her across the canvas, tagging in a now recovered Marie Jones. Marie lifts Kirsta to her feet, and then smashes her across the face with a right hand, before dropping her to the mat once more with an European Uppercut. Marie then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps from the middle rope, drilling her knee into the chest of the former world champion Kirsta Lewis. She then quickly hooks the leg
1…
2…
3…
No, at the very last possible moment Kirsta shows her championship pedigree with a kick out. Marie tags in Brittany, and then climbs the turnbuckle as Lohan pulls Kirsta to her feet. Brittany hits with the Bicycle Kick, as Marie prepares the 450 splash.
Brody: Carpe Diem…this is it
However Jackie is having none of it, and she enters the ring, running into the ropes so that Marie Jones loses her footing, landing across the ropes. Brittany turns and sees this, and runs towards Jackie who ducks under her vicious shot, before spinning around and connecting with a standing drop kick. A dazed Marie is still sat on the turnbuckle, and this allows Jackie to get onto the second rope and hook Marie’s head, preparing a Bull Dog from here. However Marie recovers, and pushes her off the ropes, Jackie landing on her feet, but unable to do anything about the Corkscrew Moonsault from Jones, who crashes into Daniels full force
Brody: What a segment of top, top tag team wrestling right there. And what a move from Marie Jones, she might have won this
Sweeny: Not if she can’t tag she won’t.
Marie hooks Jackie’s leg, and the referee counts
1…
2…
The referee stops counting, the fans going crazy
Brody: Why’s he stopped?
Sweeny: Simple Brody…neither Marie or Jackie are legal in this one.
The referee confirms this, and the fans erupt in boos in jeers, even though they know it is the correct call.
Brody: Fan’s don’t like it, but it’s the correct decision. And the referee has finally gotten back control and is getting Jackie and Marie out the ring. Brittany shakes her head, and picks Kirsta up to her feet, before scooping her up and onto her shoulders, before running across the ring and delivering a Power slam. Once again she hooks the leg…
1…
2…
3…No, Kick out by Kirsta Lewis
Brody: What a match we have witnessed here, its way too close to call
Sweeny: Both teams putting everything on the line, just the way it should be.
Brittany pulls Kirsta to her feet, but Kirsta knocks away Lohan’s arms, and crashes a right hand into Brittany’s face. Brittany lunges forwards in retaliation, but Kirsta nips out the way and around the back of Lohan, grabbing her jaw and falling backwards, bringing Lohan’s spine back into her knees.
Brody: Oh my…what a counter from Kirsta, showing all her skills right there
Sweeny: And Brittany felt the effects of that, no doubt.
Kirsta mocks the crowd once again, and pick a groggy Lohan to her feet. Lohan is holding her back in agony, but Kirsta isn’t hanging around, and she whips her across the ring, connecting with a Scissor Kick as she returns. Lohan hits the mat, and Kirsta climbs the turnbuckle, looking to finish this once and for all. She holds up her arms and leaps from the top, delivering a big splash from the very top, but hurting herself in the process.
Brody: What a Splash from Lewis, but she’s hurt herself
Sweeny: Pin her Kirsta, you’ve won
Brody: She can’t move…
Kirsta is holding her stomach in obvious pain, but Brittany isn’t moving either. Finally, Kirsta clears her head, and puts her arm over Brittany’s chest.
1…
2…
3…
The crowd deliver a chorus of jeers, but then explode as the referee holds up two fingers, and shows Brittany with a foot on the ropes
Brody: Brittany just saved herself right there…hold on though
Kirsta pulls Brittany up, but Brittany escapes, and delivers a kick to the already damaged cut of Lewis. She bends over in obvious pain, but Lohan grabs her head and spins around with a Spinning Neck breaker, crashing her into the canvas. Both crawl towards their own corner, both of them hurting badly, and both get the tags at virtually the same time.
Brody: Could we ask for anymore effort from these two teams?
Sweeny: It’s been a breath taking match thus far no doubt.
Marie enters the ring and immediately leaps towards Daniels, smashing her elbow into Jackie’s face. Daniels retaliates however with a Crescent Kick which Marie doesn’t see coming and takes the full brunt of, dropping to one knee. Jackie takes a step back, looking for a move and runs in, the Shining Wizard looking the most obvious, however Marie leaps forwards at the last moment, and nearly takes of Jackie’s head with a Flying Clothesline.
Brody: What a shot from Marie…Jackie in real trouble here.
Jackie steps back towards the ropes, but Marie drills her with a Super Kick. Kirsta enters the ring, but Brittany see’s to her, taking her head off with the Clothesline from hell, Kirsta falling through the ropes and to ringside. Marie picks Jackie up, and immediately Brittany drills her with the Bicycle Kick, as Marie climbs the corner.
Brody: They tried this before…
Sweeny: Come on Kirsta…get up and help her for God’s sake.
Marie doesn’t pause, and leaps from the top delivering the decimating 450 splash, immediately going for the cover
1…
2…
3…
The bell rings and the crowd erupts, as Brittany grabs the belts, and Marie slides out the ring, the both of them then backing up the ramp as cheers erupt all around! Kirsta Lewis can’t believe it and just glares at Jackie inside the ring, her hands in her hair, her face horrified at the fact that she has lost the title.
However the fans cheers quickly turn to boos, when suddenly Tara Belle and Brandy Danielle explode from the back!! Tara is first out and just drops Brittany Lohan to the ground with a huge forearm to the back, her face slamming against the metal railings, Marie turns to attack, but not before Brandy kicks her in the stomach and grabs her head, driving her down into the steel with a vicious DDT!!! Suddenly to more boos from the fans, Brandy just grabs Marie and lifts her to her feet in a groggy state, before rolling her into the ring, she calls out an official and the man in the striped shirt just runs down the ramp, he slides into the ring as Brandy just covers Marie,
1…
2…
3…
NO!!! Marie kicks out in the final second leaving Brandy confused and shocked. She gazes at Marie and just stands to her feet, posing herself for the ‘Moment of Truth’, she waits for Marie to stand, demanding her to do so, suddenly she does, Brandy lunges forward, but Marie just ducks out and rolls under the ropes, Tara runs around to meet her, but Marie just clotheslines her to the mats hard and to cheers from the fans, an angry looking Marie just lifts her tag and Inception titles into the air, her face glaring furiously into the ring at Brandy who is demanding she come back, Brittany joins with Marie, the two of them furious in there expressions.
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The camera goes backstage to see a cocky Eli Legacy grinning from ear to ear, he notices Tom Hammond standing to his side and just walks across to him.
Eli:
I said I’d win didn’t I? I told you!
Hammond:
Certainly was impressive, Cagero isn’t a slouch.
Eli:
He was a slouch tonight, he was a waster. But forget Cagero, time for looking backwards is gone, time to step ahead is about to begin and Hammond, I could stand here and tell you that I’m going to be the next World champion, really original, but instead, I’m not.
Hammond:
You’re not going to be World Champion? That’s not a great ambition you have there!
Eli:
No you idiot, I am not going to stand here with the same cliché bullshit you hear off every new piece of shit that enters this arena, you see, I want to be more than just a 15 minute wonder who managed to win the World title by some fluke, no, I am going to prove my place on this roster and in this industry and come Carnage, my plan to become a grand slam champion, no less, the FWA’s FIRST grand slam champion begins.
Hammond:
Wow… So you think you can win every single title this federation has? Even with the difference in rules per division?
Eli:
I am the total package Hammond, Cagero just found that out and yes, I am going to claim every title this federation has, one after the other and soon, these fans, love me or hate me, will be looking at me as the greatest superstar, who ever lived. At Carnage Hammond, the Legacy of Eli, begins.
Eli just grins his smug, cocky expression again and pushes past Hammond while the fans boo from inside the arena, the shot focuses on Tom who just glares at Eli as he walks away, shocked at the announcement and the statement made by one of the new faces to come into the FWA.
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The boo’s get louder as Brandy Danielle and Tara Belle are seen backstage, a referee in toe, they are looking for Marie, still trying to claim that Inception title, even if it means dragging her back to the ring from here, but clearly they’ve yet to find her.
Brandy:
Did you see how that bitch ducked me out there? Some champion she is!
Tara:
I agree with you totally! You know what, once we find her, assuming she hasn’t already ran away like a scared little cry baby and take her Inception title, maybe we can team up and take those tag titles from them as well, what do you think?
Brandy:
I think that sounds like a plan.
Brandy grins at Tara, but suddenly as she does, Marie appears from behind her slamming a forearm into her back and knocking her to the ground, Brittany appears a mini-second later doing the same to Tara, suddenly a brawl occurs with Marie and Brittany beginning to beat down Brandy and Tara, however, Brandy roles Marie onto her back and the fans watch on as all four women, pull hair, throw punches, anything to get the upper hand, moments later though, officials appear, they quickly pull the two groups away from one another, hatred clearly a mutual feeling right now, as all four women continue to try and jump over security for one final shot. The image remains as slowly it fades out and returns to the ring.
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Brody:
Wow, some serious heat backstage all coming off the back of Brandy Danielle attempting to use the 24/7 rule to claim that Inception title!
Sweeney:
Marie needs to get use to that, it won’t be the first or last time that happens, I assure you!
Brody:
I agree, she is going to need eyes in the back of her head, but on the note of needing an extra set of eyes, only 8 weeks ago, Lethal Weapon having those may have stopped what we have next, a match, years in the making, ladies and gentleman, it’s the Street fight!
Street Fight
Rayne Young Vs Lethal Weapon
“[Puff] Rayne season has returned...
[Nas]
It's been a long time, been a long time comin
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me - this is what I am
[Puff] Feel me? Let's go
[Base Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You can hate me now.. but I won't stop now..
Cause I can't stop now.. you can hate me now..
But I won't stop now.. cause I can't stop now..
You can hate me now.. you can hate me NOWWWW..
‘Rayne walks out onto the stage, steel chair in hand as it remixes into “Go To Sleep” he doesn’t look out to the crowd, instead he hears them, some baying for his blood, some understanding with what he’s going through and cheering him on, knowing he’s not taking out just good guys, but anyone that stands in his way.’
[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!
‘Walking down the ramp, Rayne slowly raises the chair into the air, signalling a combination of boo’s and cheers from pockets of fans. Hatred, anger and intensity in his eyes, Rayne doesn’t take his gaze from the ring and slides into the ring, under the bottom rope.’
[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all of you, Jacob, you'll get it too!
‘The music dies down as Rayne waits, the referee tries to take the steel chair away from him, but he gives him a look that could kill and decides to let him keep it. Rayne shows little emotion as he waits for his opponent.’
Brody:
A loud but surprisingly mixed reaction for Rayne Young, I mean this is unbelievable, thee entire arena is electric.
Sweeney:
You ain’t kidding, this atmosphere is huge.
“I HAVE BEATEN EVERYBODY, THAT THERE IS TO BEAT”
Suddenly the noise level explodes once again, the opening words to the entrance of Lethal Weapon exploding from the speakers after what seemed like a never ending wait to the fans.
“I HAVE TAKEN YOUR HEROES… I HAVE BEATEN… EVERY… SINGLE… ONE OF THEM!”
“1,2,3,4!!!”
Suddenly the music kicks in, fireworks explode from the stage on three occasions as the fans, most of them cheering, just leap around, all of them waiting with cameras in the air for the legend of legends to appear, suddenly the curtains move and with an excitable anticipation, they are suddenly flung aside and a pumped Weapon walks out onto the ramp, his face filled with fury, he walks across the stage, from one end to the other, shouting abuse about Rayne Young, pointing at himself as if declaring himself the winner already and generally being pretty angry in his approach, he stops at the top of the ramp and just smiles as he sees Rayne, chair in hand in the ring, he then just paces down the ramp, extending his hands so the fans can touch them, he finally reaches the ring and just leaps onto the apron before talking shit to Rayne who just quietly nods back at him, Weapon then enters the ring and just waits as the fans excitement and his music die down.
Brody:
So here we go, both men in the ring and this match is going to get underway, man, this is so exciting.
Sweeney:
I got $300 says Rayne wins.
Brody:
You know what, you’re on.
The bell sounds and the official just steps back knowing his role in this match is very limited due to the rules surrounding it, nonetheless, neither man charges in at the other, Rayne stands and the two men just glare at one another from opposite corners of the ring, the fans are loving this, cameras flashing every two seconds, an extremely loud chant of “Let’s go Rayne” followed by “Let’s go Lethal” circulates constantly both chants as loud as one another. It is now the trash talk begins, with both men making their feelings known to one another, in doing so, Weapon begins to walk toward the centre of the ring, his finger aimed at Rayne, his actions clearly asking Young to be a man and put the chair down, but Rayne just grins and lifts it to his chest, before stepping toward Weapon, he shrugs his shoulders before suddenly lifting the chair and wildly swinging at Lethal, but LW see’s it coming and ducks under the shot before suddenly running at the ropes and hitting them with surprising pace, Rayne quickly turns, chair still in hand but he isn’t quick enough, to the shock of the fans, even Rayne, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!!!
The fans are instantly on their feet, all of them in shock, none of them can believe this is going to be over so quickly, Weapon just covers Rayne, lifting his leg as he waits for the count,
1…2…3…
NO!!!!!
Rayne Young kicks out at the very last second and as he pulls himself clear of the cover, rolls onto his side and grabs his ribs in pain, but Lethal just sits up, he can’t believe it, even at this early stage, his hands are on his head as he questions the referee. He stands and just walks across to Rayne who is up onto one knee and lifts him slowly to his feet, he boots him in the stomach bending him forward before slapping a hard chop across the chest of Rayne and another and another, but suddenly Rayne fires back with a right hand to the face of Weapon knocking him back a step, he shakes his head of the cobwebs and briefly grabs his ribs again, but as he does, Weapon fires back with a right hand, Rayne quickly hits another and steps forward, pushing Weapon back, suddenly both men are in the middle of the ring, the fans going nuts as Rayne quickly begins to get back into this match, both men hanging with one another, right hand for right hand, over and over and over again, neither man giving an edge, neither man stepping back, the chants of “Lets go Rayne” and “Lets go Weapon” getting quicker and quicker, louder and louder.
Suddenly though Weapon blocks a Rayne right hand and hits another of his own and another, but as he does Rayne stabs his thumb into the eye of Weapon causing him to grab at his face, as he does, Rayne suddenly grabs Lethal by the back of the head and runs him across the ring, slamming head first into the top turnbuckle causing him to bounce off it and stumble across the ropes and into the adjacent corner, Rayne walks right across with him, but as Weapon turns, he leans his weight onto the top rope and bucks a kick into the stomach of Rayne pushing him away before lunging out at his head and dragging him face first into the corner this time to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans all around, he then slams a right hand into the face of Rayne and another and another, he then drags him out by his head and hits another big right hand causing Rayne to run back into the turnbuckle, but Young seems to bounce right back off them and charges with full adrenalin, clotheslining Weapon to the mat hard and again as he stands and one more time!
Weapon is slower to stand this time and gets to his knees in the corner, but as he does, Rayne is on him and to boos from the fans begins to throw hard, slow right hands into the top of his head, but the shots don’t stop and the referee can do nothing about it, they get quicker, harder, over and over and over again!!
Brody:
How Rayne is on top of this match is beyond me! Weapon started so well, he even hit one of his patented finishers, but Young is back in this!
Sweeney:
Can you imagine if he lost early on? It would have been an embarrassment and now he has a point to prove!
Brody:
Rayne has nothing to prove to us, we know what this man is capable of, both these men are legends and both two of very few who are truly the best at what they do.
Rayne throws one final punch and to a loud chorus of boos this time, walks back to the middle of the ring and lifts an arm to the fans, his smile showing his contempt for the fans and their views. Weapon is laying back on the bottom turnbuckle pad, but pushes himself up to the middle one, however as he does, Rayne charges back at him, going for a boot across the face, however as he does, Weapon quickly ducks under the ropes and rolls to the outside cleverly. Rayne see’s this and noticing the man is still groggy, just turns and runs at the opposite ropes, he comes back and sprints across the ring, before leaping through them taking Weapon down to the mats outside to a huge “Holy shit” over and over again as the two men lie on the ground momentarily. Rayne suddenly stands and with a smile on his face just rolls back into the ring as he watches Weapon crawl to the apron and slowly climb back up, he drags himself onto it and is leaning through the bottom and middle ropes, when suddenly Rayne leaps into the air and drops a leg across the back of Weapon’s head, hanging him on the bottom rope, choking him and causing him to fall back to the mats on the outside.
Rayne just rolls out of the ring now, another smile at the fans, most of whom are booing this turnaround in the match, Weapon gets up to all fours, but he suddenly just boots him across the back of the head and continues to stomp on him while he’s down, but once he stops, Lethal gets to all fours again, Rayne just boots him again, but Weapon drops and then gets right back up to his knees. Rayne swears under his breath at this and just lifts Weapon to his feet before viciously walking him to the steps and slamming his face down into the steel to even more boos.
Brody:
Rayne in total control now, slowly taking Weapon apart.
Sweeney:
He has done well to come back into this, Weapon is going to have trouble stopping him now.
Brody:
It certainly looks ominous when someone like Rayne Young is able to be SO controlling.
Rayne just lifts Weapon from his slouched position on the steps and walks him around the ring before running him at the ring bell table, before slamming him down onto that as well! He just grins again as Weapon drops to one knee and turns to some fans shouting abuse at him, he points at Weapon, bragging about what he is doing to the ‘so called’ legend, however as he turns, Weapon has the ring bell in his hand and just slams it into the face of Rayne, the ringing noise echoing throughout Wembley arena as the fans cringe at the impact, many of them shocked at the blow!! Weapon just drops back onto a chair, his face showing the pain and grogginess within, however he stands to his feet as Rayne gets to his knees and just rolls into the ring. He gets to his feet and just walks over to the steel chair that Rayne originally had, as he does, Rayne is up on the outside and just stares in at him, both men seemingly at a stand-off.
Weapon just taunts Rayne, telling him to get in the ring, demanding he ‘be a man’ and come and face him in the same way others have recently had to face him, but Rayne just grins and slides under the ropes, he stands to his feet slowly, both men continuing to talk trash to one another as this happens, both of them glaring a hole through one another, suddenly Rayne shouts “SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!” and just charges at Weapon in a barbarian like fashion, it nearly shocks Weapon causing him to hesitate, but not for long as he swings the chair in a baseball like fashion, slamming it hard against the side of Rayne’s head and knocking him for six, the hall of famer dropping to the mat like a sack of potatos as the fans stand, hands on mouth, all of them in utter shock at the impact of that shot!!
Brody:
HOLY SHIT!!! WEAPON FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!
Sweeney:
Why did Rayne run at him like that? Is he insane!?!
Brody:
He must be! He must have known that was going to happen!!
Weapon just angrily throws the chair down as many of the fans cheer and just turns to them, his hands in the air to an even bigger reaction, the fans applauding as the official slides down beside Rayne, checking that he is ok and conscious. Weapon just walks to the corner and to more cheers begins to undo the ties keeping the cushioned leather protectors on the metal turnbuckles, he begins taking it off, but the reaction of the fans change before he can do it, he turns and charges forward as he see’s Rayne to his feet, but not quickly enough as Rayne manages to clothesline Weapon to the ground! Lethal just sits up, but Rayne just grabs him by the hair and viciously slams more hard right hands down onto the face and head of Weapon as the fans boo heavily!
Brody:
How did he get back up? Weapon must be wondering what the hell he has to do to keep this man down tonight!
Finally Rayne stops causing Weapon to drop down flat onto the mat, as he does Rayne just grabs the chair to a big reaction from the fans, he places it over the head of Weapon and then walks to the corner before lifting his arms into the air to boos from the fans, suddenly he charges forward and leaps into the air, dropping his leg across the chair, crushing the head of Weapon underneath!!! Lethal just kicks in agony as the chair bounces away, Rayne however just covers him,
1…
2…
NO! Weapon kicks out, lifting his shoulder off the canvas!
Rayne stands as Weapon rolls onto his side, however as he gets up onto his elbow, Rayne just boots him in the stomach hard, Lethal just rolls onto his side again, but again tries to stand, only for Rayne to do the same thing again, once more smashing the oxygen from his lungs, but again, Weapon fights through it and rolls up onto his knees, grabbing Rayne and using his opponent to get wobbly to his feet, however not for long as Rayne just slams a hard, slapping right hand into the jaw of Weapon knocking him back down to the canvas.
Weapon again rolls to all fours, refusing to stay down, but as he does, Rayne runs forwarding, punting him in the side of the head causing Weapon to roll onto his back under the ropes, half his body on the canvas, half of it on the apron. Slowly Weapon rolls back out of the ring, but Rayne quickly follows him up, sensing the upper hand and the opportunity, Weapon is up to his feet as Rayne walks around the steel steps in front of the announcers desk toward him, but Weapon suddenly reacts, running at Rayne and taking him down hard with a big forearm to the face, instantly Rayne is back up but Weapon doesn’t wait, running up behind him and using his momentum to run Rayne head first into the crowd barrier!
He then turns back to the ring and walks to the apron, before turning with a roar and running at Rayne, but at the right moment, Rayne ducks down and lifts Weapon high over him and into the front row of fans, the entire arena booing loudly as Rayne just grins from ear to ear again.
Brody:
That backfired for Lethal there!
Sweeney:
No shit!
Rayne just steps over the barricade and into the masses of fans now being held back desperately by the few security guards in position, as Weapon stands, he fires a right hand into his face knocking him deeper into the fans and another and another before grabbing his head and throwing him into the wall underneath the seats of the higher stands, as Weapon stumbles to his feet, Rayne connects with yet another right hand knocking him up the stairs this time, to a higher position within the arena, he then grabs Weapon by the head and runs him across the partition walkway and down another set of stairs leading right down toward the front row by the entrance and staging. Weapon just smashes into the barrier again back first, but slowly stands with a little help from Rayne, climbs over it and down to the side of the staging, with all sorts surrounding them, Rayne follows him over and just hooks his head before throwing him face first into some garbage cans, the metal bending around his weight and the impact!
Rayne then walks away to find some replacement steel flooring panels for the stage, the heavy metallic tiles are dragged to the floor, one placed on top of the other as Rayne then turns back to Weapon and walks him across to them, the fans are begging him not to do it, but Rayne hooks the arm of Weapon and with the same demonic grin suddenly SNAPS Weapon across the metal panels causing him to roar in agony as his back bends across them!!
Brody:
OH MY!! They are steel folks, serious steel, they are heavy and near on unbreakable and Weapon’s spine could be broken, damaged at the least!
Sweeney:
I think I heard a snap from here!
Rayne just crawls into the face of Weapon, the two men noise to noise and he begins screaming wildly in his face, over and over again to more boos from the fans as a hurt and groggy Lethal Weapon just rolls to his side and off of the metal panels, slowly he begins to stand, getting to one knee and then to his feet, however as he does, Rayne steps forward and just slams another garbage can over his head, bending it again as Lethal drops back down to his knees again.
Rayne just grabs his hair and once again, slams a hard right hand into his face knocking down to all fours, he then grabs Lethal by the hair lifting him to his feet before hooking his wrist and throwing him with pace right into the side of the 8ft staging! Weapon looks seriously dazed and just stands against it as the boos continue to echo across the arena at Rayne Young and his dominance in this match.
Rayne just takes Weapon by the wrist and leads him forward again before turning in a half circle and once again throwing Weapon hard into the side of the staging, he then hooks him by the sides of his head and sickeningly pulls it forward and then back into the steel staging and again and again and again and again and again, he then turns him around and this time slams Weapon into it face first and again and again and again!
Weapon drops to all fours, but Rayne just picks him up to his feet again as the fans begin to chant loudly “Let’s go Weapon” in complete unison this time, he walks him down the side of the ramp, back toward the ring, however suddenly as he does, Weapon slams an elbow into his ribs and another and another, he then picks him up under his arm and drops him neck first across the edge of the ramp!!! Rayne just rolls onto his side, cradling his neck in pain as Weapon drops back down to one knee, the fans cheering loudly as finally, Weapon is able to hit something offensive.
Slowly Weapon stands, still groggy, he lifts Rayne and slams a right hand across his face knocking Rayne into a stumble back onto the ramp, however Rayne quickly fires back with a stiff right hand of his own knocking Weapon back down, however he just grips his neck before grabbing Weapon, lifting him up and then running him face first into the steel steps again! Weapon drops into a seated position against them and Rayne viciously begins to rain down more right hands over and over and over again, each shot, vicious and fast.
Brody:
Everytime Weapon tries to get back into this, Rayne steps up another gear and handles it! This is a totally different match to what we expected to see after the first few seconds of it.
Sweeney:
Can you imagine if Weapon loses now? The embarrassment he tried to inflict on Rayne, will actually be on him instead, he is being destroyed out here.
A loud but surprisingly mixed reaction for Rayne Young, I mean this is unbelievable, thee entire arena is electric.
Sweeney:
You ain’t kidding, this atmosphere is huge.
“I HAVE BEATEN EVERYBODY, THAT THERE IS TO BEAT”
Suddenly the noise level explodes once again, the opening words to the entrance of Lethal Weapon exploding from the speakers after what seemed like a never ending wait to the fans.
“I HAVE TAKEN YOUR HEROES… I HAVE BEATEN… EVERY… SINGLE… ONE OF THEM!”
“1,2,3,4!!!”
Suddenly the music kicks in, fireworks explode from the stage on three occasions as the fans, most of them cheering, just leap around, all of them waiting with cameras in the air for the legend of legends to appear, suddenly the curtains move and with an excitable anticipation, they are suddenly flung aside and a pumped Weapon walks out onto the ramp, his face filled with fury, he walks across the stage, from one end to the other, shouting abuse about Rayne Young, pointing at himself as if declaring himself the winner already and generally being pretty angry in his approach, he stops at the top of the ramp and just smiles as he sees Rayne, chair in hand in the ring, he then just paces down the ramp, extending his hands so the fans can touch them, he finally reaches the ring and just leaps onto the apron before talking shit to Rayne who just quietly nods back at him, Weapon then enters the ring and just waits as the fans excitement and his music die down.
Brody:
So here we go, both men in the ring and this match is going to get underway, man, this is so exciting.
Sweeney:
I got $300 says Rayne wins.
Brody:
You know what, you’re on.
The bell sounds and the official just steps back knowing his role in this match is very limited due to the rules surrounding it, nonetheless, neither man charges in at the other, Rayne stands and the two men just glare at one another from opposite corners of the ring, the fans are loving this, cameras flashing every two seconds, an extremely loud chant of “Let’s go Rayne” followed by “Let’s go Lethal” circulates constantly both chants as loud as one another. It is now the trash talk begins, with both men making their feelings known to one another, in doing so, Weapon begins to walk toward the centre of the ring, his finger aimed at Rayne, his actions clearly asking Young to be a man and put the chair down, but Rayne just grins and lifts it to his chest, before stepping toward Weapon, he shrugs his shoulders before suddenly lifting the chair and wildly swinging at Lethal, but LW see’s it coming and ducks under the shot before suddenly running at the ropes and hitting them with surprising pace, Rayne quickly turns, chair still in hand but he isn’t quick enough, to the shock of the fans, even Rayne, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!!!
The fans are instantly on their feet, all of them in shock, none of them can believe this is going to be over so quickly, Weapon just covers Rayne, lifting his leg as he waits for the count,
1…2…3…
NO!!!!!
Rayne Young kicks out at the very last second and as he pulls himself clear of the cover, rolls onto his side and grabs his ribs in pain, but Lethal just sits up, he can’t believe it, even at this early stage, his hands are on his head as he questions the referee. He stands and just walks across to Rayne who is up onto one knee and lifts him slowly to his feet, he boots him in the stomach bending him forward before slapping a hard chop across the chest of Rayne and another and another, but suddenly Rayne fires back with a right hand to the face of Weapon knocking him back a step, he shakes his head of the cobwebs and briefly grabs his ribs again, but as he does, Weapon fires back with a right hand, Rayne quickly hits another and steps forward, pushing Weapon back, suddenly both men are in the middle of the ring, the fans going nuts as Rayne quickly begins to get back into this match, both men hanging with one another, right hand for right hand, over and over and over again, neither man giving an edge, neither man stepping back, the chants of “Lets go Rayne” and “Lets go Weapon” getting quicker and quicker, louder and louder.
Suddenly though Weapon blocks a Rayne right hand and hits another of his own and another, but as he does Rayne stabs his thumb into the eye of Weapon causing him to grab at his face, as he does, Rayne suddenly grabs Lethal by the back of the head and runs him across the ring, slamming head first into the top turnbuckle causing him to bounce off it and stumble across the ropes and into the adjacent corner, Rayne walks right across with him, but as Weapon turns, he leans his weight onto the top rope and bucks a kick into the stomach of Rayne pushing him away before lunging out at his head and dragging him face first into the corner this time to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans all around, he then slams a right hand into the face of Rayne and another and another, he then drags him out by his head and hits another big right hand causing Rayne to run back into the turnbuckle, but Young seems to bounce right back off them and charges with full adrenalin, clotheslining Weapon to the mat hard and again as he stands and one more time!
Weapon is slower to stand this time and gets to his knees in the corner, but as he does, Rayne is on him and to boos from the fans begins to throw hard, slow right hands into the top of his head, but the shots don’t stop and the referee can do nothing about it, they get quicker, harder, over and over and over again!!
Brody:
How Rayne is on top of this match is beyond me! Weapon started so well, he even hit one of his patented finishers, but Young is back in this!
Sweeney:
Can you imagine if he lost early on? It would have been an embarrassment and now he has a point to prove!
Brody:
Rayne has nothing to prove to us, we know what this man is capable of, both these men are legends and both two of very few who are truly the best at what they do.
Rayne throws one final punch and to a loud chorus of boos this time, walks back to the middle of the ring and lifts an arm to the fans, his smile showing his contempt for the fans and their views. Weapon is laying back on the bottom turnbuckle pad, but pushes himself up to the middle one, however as he does, Rayne charges back at him, going for a boot across the face, however as he does, Weapon quickly ducks under the ropes and rolls to the outside cleverly. Rayne see’s this and noticing the man is still groggy, just turns and runs at the opposite ropes, he comes back and sprints across the ring, before leaping through them taking Weapon down to the mats outside to a huge “Holy shit” over and over again as the two men lie on the ground momentarily. Rayne suddenly stands and with a smile on his face just rolls back into the ring as he watches Weapon crawl to the apron and slowly climb back up, he drags himself onto it and is leaning through the bottom and middle ropes, when suddenly Rayne leaps into the air and drops a leg across the back of Weapon’s head, hanging him on the bottom rope, choking him and causing him to fall back to the mats on the outside.
Rayne just rolls out of the ring now, another smile at the fans, most of whom are booing this turnaround in the match, Weapon gets up to all fours, but he suddenly just boots him across the back of the head and continues to stomp on him while he’s down, but once he stops, Lethal gets to all fours again, Rayne just boots him again, but Weapon drops and then gets right back up to his knees. Rayne swears under his breath at this and just lifts Weapon to his feet before viciously walking him to the steps and slamming his face down into the steel to even more boos.
Brody:
Rayne in total control now, slowly taking Weapon apart.
Sweeney:
He has done well to come back into this, Weapon is going to have trouble stopping him now.
Brody:
It certainly looks ominous when someone like Rayne Young is able to be SO controlling.
Rayne just lifts Weapon from his slouched position on the steps and walks him around the ring before running him at the ring bell table, before slamming him down onto that as well! He just grins again as Weapon drops to one knee and turns to some fans shouting abuse at him, he points at Weapon, bragging about what he is doing to the ‘so called’ legend, however as he turns, Weapon has the ring bell in his hand and just slams it into the face of Rayne, the ringing noise echoing throughout Wembley arena as the fans cringe at the impact, many of them shocked at the blow!! Weapon just drops back onto a chair, his face showing the pain and grogginess within, however he stands to his feet as Rayne gets to his knees and just rolls into the ring. He gets to his feet and just walks over to the steel chair that Rayne originally had, as he does, Rayne is up on the outside and just stares in at him, both men seemingly at a stand-off.
Weapon just taunts Rayne, telling him to get in the ring, demanding he ‘be a man’ and come and face him in the same way others have recently had to face him, but Rayne just grins and slides under the ropes, he stands to his feet slowly, both men continuing to talk trash to one another as this happens, both of them glaring a hole through one another, suddenly Rayne shouts “SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!” and just charges at Weapon in a barbarian like fashion, it nearly shocks Weapon causing him to hesitate, but not for long as he swings the chair in a baseball like fashion, slamming it hard against the side of Rayne’s head and knocking him for six, the hall of famer dropping to the mat like a sack of potatos as the fans stand, hands on mouth, all of them in utter shock at the impact of that shot!!
Brody:
HOLY SHIT!!! WEAPON FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!
Sweeney:
Why did Rayne run at him like that? Is he insane!?!
Brody:
He must be! He must have known that was going to happen!!
Weapon just angrily throws the chair down as many of the fans cheer and just turns to them, his hands in the air to an even bigger reaction, the fans applauding as the official slides down beside Rayne, checking that he is ok and conscious. Weapon just walks to the corner and to more cheers begins to undo the ties keeping the cushioned leather protectors on the metal turnbuckles, he begins taking it off, but the reaction of the fans change before he can do it, he turns and charges forward as he see’s Rayne to his feet, but not quickly enough as Rayne manages to clothesline Weapon to the ground! Lethal just sits up, but Rayne just grabs him by the hair and viciously slams more hard right hands down onto the face and head of Weapon as the fans boo heavily!
Brody:
How did he get back up? Weapon must be wondering what the hell he has to do to keep this man down tonight!
Finally Rayne stops causing Weapon to drop down flat onto the mat, as he does Rayne just grabs the chair to a big reaction from the fans, he places it over the head of Weapon and then walks to the corner before lifting his arms into the air to boos from the fans, suddenly he charges forward and leaps into the air, dropping his leg across the chair, crushing the head of Weapon underneath!!! Lethal just kicks in agony as the chair bounces away, Rayne however just covers him,
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Rayne stands as Weapon rolls onto his side, however as he gets up onto his elbow, Rayne just boots him in the stomach hard, Lethal just rolls onto his side again, but again tries to stand, only for Rayne to do the same thing again, once more smashing the oxygen from his lungs, but again, Weapon fights through it and rolls up onto his knees, grabbing Rayne and using his opponent to get wobbly to his feet, however not for long as Rayne just slams a hard, slapping right hand into the jaw of Weapon knocking him back down to the canvas.
Weapon again rolls to all fours, refusing to stay down, but as he does, Rayne runs forwarding, punting him in the side of the head causing Weapon to roll onto his back under the ropes, half his body on the canvas, half of it on the apron. Slowly Weapon rolls back out of the ring, but Rayne quickly follows him up, sensing the upper hand and the opportunity, Weapon is up to his feet as Rayne walks around the steel steps in front of the announcers desk toward him, but Weapon suddenly reacts, running at Rayne and taking him down hard with a big forearm to the face, instantly Rayne is back up but Weapon doesn’t wait, running up behind him and using his momentum to run Rayne head first into the crowd barrier!
He then turns back to the ring and walks to the apron, before turning with a roar and running at Rayne, but at the right moment, Rayne ducks down and lifts Weapon high over him and into the front row of fans, the entire arena booing loudly as Rayne just grins from ear to ear again.
Brody:
That backfired for Lethal there!
Sweeney:
No shit!
Rayne just steps over the barricade and into the masses of fans now being held back desperately by the few security guards in position, as Weapon stands, he fires a right hand into his face knocking him deeper into the fans and another and another before grabbing his head and throwing him into the wall underneath the seats of the higher stands, as Weapon stumbles to his feet, Rayne connects with yet another right hand knocking him up the stairs this time, to a higher position within the arena, he then grabs Weapon by the head and runs him across the partition walkway and down another set of stairs leading right down toward the front row by the entrance and staging. Weapon just smashes into the barrier again back first, but slowly stands with a little help from Rayne, climbs over it and down to the side of the staging, with all sorts surrounding them, Rayne follows him over and just hooks his head before throwing him face first into some garbage cans, the metal bending around his weight and the impact!
Rayne then walks away to find some replacement steel flooring panels for the stage, the heavy metallic tiles are dragged to the floor, one placed on top of the other as Rayne then turns back to Weapon and walks him across to them, the fans are begging him not to do it, but Rayne hooks the arm of Weapon and with the same demonic grin suddenly SNAPS Weapon across the metal panels causing him to roar in agony as his back bends across them!!
Brody:
OH MY!! They are steel folks, serious steel, they are heavy and near on unbreakable and Weapon’s spine could be broken, damaged at the least!
Sweeney:
I think I heard a snap from here!
Rayne just crawls into the face of Weapon, the two men noise to noise and he begins screaming wildly in his face, over and over again to more boos from the fans as a hurt and groggy Lethal Weapon just rolls to his side and off of the metal panels, slowly he begins to stand, getting to one knee and then to his feet, however as he does, Rayne steps forward and just slams another garbage can over his head, bending it again as Lethal drops back down to his knees again.
Rayne just grabs his hair and once again, slams a hard right hand into his face knocking down to all fours, he then grabs Lethal by the hair lifting him to his feet before hooking his wrist and throwing him with pace right into the side of the 8ft staging! Weapon looks seriously dazed and just stands against it as the boos continue to echo across the arena at Rayne Young and his dominance in this match.
Rayne just takes Weapon by the wrist and leads him forward again before turning in a half circle and once again throwing Weapon hard into the side of the staging, he then hooks him by the sides of his head and sickeningly pulls it forward and then back into the steel staging and again and again and again and again and again, he then turns him around and this time slams Weapon into it face first and again and again and again!
Weapon drops to all fours, but Rayne just picks him up to his feet again as the fans begin to chant loudly “Let’s go Weapon” in complete unison this time, he walks him down the side of the ramp, back toward the ring, however suddenly as he does, Weapon slams an elbow into his ribs and another and another, he then picks him up under his arm and drops him neck first across the edge of the ramp!!! Rayne just rolls onto his side, cradling his neck in pain as Weapon drops back down to one knee, the fans cheering loudly as finally, Weapon is able to hit something offensive.
Slowly Weapon stands, still groggy, he lifts Rayne and slams a right hand across his face knocking Rayne into a stumble back onto the ramp, however Rayne quickly fires back with a stiff right hand of his own knocking Weapon back down, however he just grips his neck before grabbing Weapon, lifting him up and then running him face first into the steel steps again! Weapon drops into a seated position against them and Rayne viciously begins to rain down more right hands over and over and over again, each shot, vicious and fast.
Brody:
Everytime Weapon tries to get back into this, Rayne steps up another gear and handles it! This is a totally different match to what we expected to see after the first few seconds of it.
Sweeney:
Can you imagine if Weapon loses now? The embarrassment he tried to inflict on Rayne, will actually be on him instead, he is being destroyed out here.
Rayne just walks away from this and grins at the fans, before suddenly turning and to the shock of the fans just crushes Weapons head against the steps with a big knee!! He then walks away from the slumped, motionless Weapon and just taunts the fans into a chorus of boos again, his smile only getting wider as they get louder.
Rayne just lifts Weapon to his feet and just rolls him into the ring before walking around the outside, he seems to look around for a moment before suddenly ducking under the apron, however as he slowly re-appears, the fans get louder, some of them actually cheering as Rayne lifts his new Weapon, a steel chair, WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!! He rolls into the ring, the entire arena on there feet, begging Weapon to get up and do something, but Lethal doesn’t even know where he is, he shakes his head of the cobwebs and just gets slowly to his hands and knees, however Rayne is circling, he stops in a corner but the official doesn’t realise and walks right between the two men, Rayne suddenly steps forward and grabs him, shoving the official aside, however as he does, Weapon lunges up, hitting a huge low blow causing the fans to cheer loudly as Rayne drops the chair and falls to the mat!!
Both men are reeling, but suddenly to even louder cheers, Weapon grabs the steel chair, his eyes widening as he stands to his feet, he glares at the chair for a moment as Rayne crawls to the corner, the official is pleading with Weapon to put it down, but he ignores him as Rayne stumbles backwards toward him, he turns around, but Weapon SLAMS the chair right into the stomach of Rayne Young bending him forward!! He then lifts it again to screeches from the fans and slams it across the back of the MCW hall of famer!!!
Brody:
OH MY GOD!! No man should be using that, that’s sickening! God damn it, Rayne is bleeding from all over his body right now!
Sweeney:
Well, he got himself back into the match at least!
Rayne still doesn’t go down, he just walks across the ring slowly, his back arched in pain as Weapon stumbles into the ropes, still groggy, however he gets his feet and as Rayne turns back to him, he runs forward slamming the barbed wire chair into the chest of Young again forcing him to bend over once more, he then raises it for a fourth time and slams it across the back of RY, knocking him to the ground finally, the fans in utter shock at what they have just witnessed!
Weapon suddenly circles Rayne, beginning to get his barings, he demands that Rayne stand, angrily demanding he get up, Rayne does, to his hands and knees, causing Weapon to lift the chair again, however as he does, Rayne suddenly gets up onto his knees and slams a hard right hand into the stomach of Weapon knocking the air from his lungs! Weapon bends forward dropping the chair between his legs, as he does, Rayne quickly grabs it, turns it onto its side and lifts it straight up into the groin of Weapon to a huge reaction of cheers and boos from the fans!!! Weapon just drops to his knees and in a fit like state, pulses around on the canvas, the pain clearly overwhelming!!
Weapon slowly grabs the ropes, lifting himself back to his feet, he turns painfully back into Rayne who kicks him in the stomach and hooks his arms for a nice double underhook DDT! He rolls over Weapon,
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NO!! Weapon kicks out.
The fans cheer loudly as the official loudly shouts ‘2’ to the announce tables.
Rayne Young just stands up and looks around the ring, noticing his chair has gone missing, he gazes around before suddenly his temper shows its ugly face, he turns to the official who had kicked it out during the pin and grabs him by the shirt, demanding to know where the chair has gone, the referee just quickly points across to the ring announcers desk, angrily Rayne shoves him aside and climbs out of the ring, he demands the chair, but the announcer refuses to give it up, however Rayne just grabs him and throws him face first viciously into the steel ringpost to boos from the fans! He then grabs the chair and walks back to the ring, he rolls in and just lifts the chair above his head as Weapon begins to stand, but the official grabs his arm, spinning him around and demands Rayne put the chair down, angrily telling him he cannot use it! Rayne just argues with the official, but Weapon is up, he is up!!!
Brody:
Lethal is up! Rayne doesn’t have a clue!!
Sweeney:
LOOK OUT!!
GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!! NO!!! Rayne guesses its coming and sidesteps before dragging the official in the way causing Lethal to turn the referee inside out with his move!! Weapon just glares at the official on the ground and stands up, suddenly he remembers Rayne, turns and charges at him, but Rayne slams the barbed wire chair right across the head of Weapon causing the fans to cringe at the impact, the boos getting louder as Rayne then turns to the downed Weapon, hooks the chair under his arm and ELBOW DROPS WEAPON WITH THE BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR!!! Blood pours from the face of Weapon, the fans booing loudly, some in utter shock at the violence of Rayne Young!
Rayne Young covers…
But the official is out, Rayne continues to cover, demanding another show his face from the back, finally one does and he sprints out from the back before sliding in the ring, but the count could have been up to 20 by now,
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YES! RAYNE YOUNG WINS! HE WINS!!
Rayne Young stands to his feet, his arms lifted in the air to the boos of the fans all around him, but wait, the referee suddenly drags them back down and tells him he hasn’t won! The count only got to two! Rayne can’t believe it, he’s incensed! He screams that the count was three, but the official disagrees telling Rayne that Weapon got his shoulder up! Rayne just runs his hands angrily through his hair before suddenly he grabs the official onto his shoulders!
Brody:
NO! NOT THIS! RAYNE FOR GOD SAKE!!
CURTAIN CALL ON THE REFEREE!!! The official is out cold and through momentum just rolls out of the ring as the fans look on, booing heavily as Rayne gets back to his feet and angrily shouts abuse at the man in charge, his face filled with fury, he turns back to the ring and grabs the steel chair again, the fans pleading with him not to do it as they see his eyes turn to Lethal Weapon who sits up, blood pouring from holes in his head, the drips falling down his chest and onto his legs, he stands to his feet with a wobble and turns RIGHT INTO ANOTHER SHOT WITH THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR!! Weapon instantly rolls out onto the apron and just sits up, his hands dabbing at the blood coming from his face, but Rayne is relentless and leans through the ropes, suddenly placing the chair on his head and using it as a grater!! Weapon screams in agony, his pain shuddering as it echoes through the arena, the fans booing loudly, shocked at the level of violence being bought to the table here by Rayne Young, finally he stops allowing Weapon to fall to the mats on the outside, but Rayne just throws the chair down and steps out to meet Weapon who is up on his knees, the blood flowing like a waterfall down his face, however Rayne just grabs him by the hair and slams a fist into his face and another and another and another, the blood of Weapon all across his knuckles, he lifts Weapon up and just walks him to the announce table before slamming him face down across it, the momentum of the blow so hard Weapons body just lays across the top of the announce table!
Brody:
Time to move!
Rayne just climbs up on it to even more shock from the fans, he grins from ear to ear, enjoying what he is doing right now, enjoying the sight of Weapon. He lifts him to his feet and just boots Lethal in the stomach, bending him forward before suddenly looking around the arena, suddenly he shouts “Now, I end his career!” He hooks his arms around the waist of Weapon, looking to lift him for a piledriver, everyone in the arena is telling him to stop, but Rayne ignores them, lifting Weapon, wait, no, Weapon blocks it, suddenly he stands and Rayne flies over Lethals head onto the table smashing through it sending both men to the floor with a bang, but Rayne the hardest!!
Brody:
RAYNE TRIED TO END WEAPONS CAREER!! BUT I DON’T KNOW IF EITHER MAN IS GOING TO COME BACK FROM THIS!
Sweeney:
Jesus Christ! Our table is destroyed!! Where the fuck are the Spanish when you need them!?!
Slowly both men begin to move, Lethal just climbs over the wreckage of the table and gets to his feet first, but turns back to Rayne who is nearly up and helps him to get there, he then grabs his head and angrily rolls him back into the ring. Rayne just crawls away from him, but Lethal stalks him and lifts him to his feet before hitting a sharp right hand to the head of Young and another and another knocking him back into the corner of the ring he then steps back and hits a short running clothesline that has Rayne stumble out of the corner toward him, suddenly he boots him in the stomach bending him over, FINAL SHOT PEDIGREE!!! Weapon goes for it, hooking the arms of Rayne, but no, Rayne quickly drags the legs of Weapon from under him, dropping him to the floor and then in one swift movement drops back throwing Weapon into the air and face first across the top turnbuckle! He stumbles backwards and turns around to face the ring, but as he does, Rayne runs from behind him and bulldogs him right into the barbed wire steel chair! The fans can’t believe it!!
Suddenly though Rayne covers, hooking both legs,
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NO!! Weapon manages to throw his shoulder off the mat to the anguish of Rayne who slaps the mat repeatedly, angrily, he just kneels over Weapon, slamming right hands into his face over and over again before angrily tossing his head to the ground and standing up, the fans booing him loudly, slowly Weapon begins to stand on the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to stand, he finally does and turns to face Rayne, but Young angrily sprints at him and hits such a powerful clothesline that both men drop over the top and down to the mats below!
Rayne lands on his feet as Weapon drops groggily to the ground, the blood still flowing, no doubt making him faint.
Rayne suddenly smiles, seeming to find his enjoyment in this punishment again, his eyes gazing over the fans surrounding them, he then looks back to Weapon who’s up to his feet, he roars at him, charging at full pace, but Weapon reacts, stepping into him and lifting him with a huge hiptoss, RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! Rayne just grabs his back and his legs and cradles them for a moment as Weapon drops to his knees and crawls away, trying to get some composure, some focus.
Brody:
Good god almighty, Weapon just used Rayne’s own momentum to throw him into those steps.
Sweeney:
But can he follow it up, he’s already lost so much blood!
Weapon however stands and lifts Rayne to his feet, he slaps a chop across the chest of Young knocking him back a step before grabbing his wrist and with all his power, throws him at the steps causing Rayne to hit them knees first before flipping onto the safety mats the other side, the impact so heavy, the top of the steps flies off and rolls across to the smashed up announce desk.
Rayne just grabs the standing part of the desk, using it to get back to his feet, however as he does, Weapon is on him and just chop blocks the back of his leg, taking him back down to the mats. However Weapon doesn’t add to it, instead, he rolls back into the ring, trying to get some space, a breather, he crawls across the ring and just grabs the ropes adjacent to him, using them to stand back up as Rayne slowly begins to climb up onto the apron himself. He steps with his bad leg into the ring and looks to climb back in, but as he does, Weapon is on to him and sprints across the ring, chop blocking the back of his knee away again! Rayne just falls into the ring ungracefully and lays holding his knee as Weapon crawls back across the ring, his hands wrapping themselves around the already much used, barbed wire steel chair. He stands to his feet, the fans cheering loudly as he lifts it above his head and just slams it viciously across the bad knee of Rayne and again!!!
Weapon just throws the chair down and walks across the ring before practically falling out of the ring through the ropes, however he lands on his feet and just walks to the Spanish announce table, before snatching something from on the desk, he rolls back in the ring suddenly and lets them drop from his hand, HANDCUFFS!! Weapon just walks across to Rayne Young, the fans not sure what to make of what he has in his hand, he drops to his knees and just wraps one handcuff around the wrist of Rayne before trying to do the same with the other, bending his arms behind his back, but Rayne pulls his arms free and just slams a right hand into the face of Weapon knocking him backwards as they both stand and another right hand knocking Weapon down, he takes the breather to try and walk off his bad leg, but as he walks back to the standing LW, he is met with a stiff boot to the knee that takes him back down to the mat!!
Brody:
Weapon had handcuffs, what the hell is he thinking!?!
Sweeney:
It’s a street fight Brody, both these men have reputations and Weapon is no different, he might be cheered by these fans, but how he goes about the job won’t change!
Rayne lies face down on the mat, but as he does, Weapon suddenly drops across his shoulders with his knees, hooks his hands together and handcuffs them!! The fans are screaming as Weapon just stands back up allowing the entire arena to see what he is about to do, Rayne just gets up onto his knees, realising his predicament, he turns to face Weapon, swearing angrily, but Lethal slams a right hand into his face and another and another, Rayne unable to defend himself at all, he hits another right hand that floors Rayne and then grabs the top rope for leverage before stomping a hole in his chest, pure anger coming from him now!
He turns and rolls out of the ring and grabs the dislodged steel steps top, he slides it into the ring, some of the fans booing Weapon now as he rolls into the ring with it, Rayne is slowly up to his feet and just stands as Weapon lifts the stairs up and above his head, suddenly he charges forward to hit him with it, but Rayne suddenly counters, using the drop toe hold to send the stairs down to the mat, Weapon’s face right after it!!! He clatters off the steel as the fans react loudly, some booing, some cheering! Rayne is handcuffed, but gets to his feet in the corner of the ring, a groggy Weapon stands up next and just runs angrily toward him, but Rayne lifts his boot into the face of Weapon knocking him down in front of him, completely laid out, but Rayne suddenly drops with a headbutt right into his groin causing Weapon to kick around wildly as he rolls away in pain, the fans actually enjoying Rayne’s ability to keep fighting, even without his hands!
He gets to his feet and tries to pull his hands clear, trying to break the cuffs around his wrist, roaring with adrenalin to break them but he can’t, suddenly he turns to see Weapon is up, but Lethal just clotheslines him to the ground hard! Weapon just leans on the ropes and looks down on Rayne laying on the mat, he watches as Young slowly begins to move, but instead of jumping on him, he just walks across to the normal, standard Steel chair that Rayne had at the beginning of the match, he picks it up and just stalks Young, suddenly as he stands, he charges forward and slams the butt of the chair into his stomach bending him forward, the air leaving his lungs fast, he then lifts the chair and slams it across the back of Rayne nearly breaking the thing!!! He then lifts it again and AGAIN slams it across the back of Young!!!
Rayne is in utter agony and just drops through the ropes and hard to the outside of the ring, Weapon however doesn’t chase him, he throws the chair aside and to the surprise of everyone, just drops onto his front in the middle of the ring, the blood still pouring into his eyes, he rubs it clear and just takes a breather before noticing that Rayne is up, he grabs the chair again and rolls out of the ring, to see that Young is halfway up the ramp, trying to get some distance, still trying to break those cuffs, suddenly he charges Rayne, lifting the chair and slamming it across his head this time!
Brody:
Rayne is down and out, Weapon should cover him.
Sweeney:
I can’t believe this, Rayne is handcuffed, I know anything goes, but Weapon has taken it to far!
Brody:
Oh and Rayne didn’t? Using a barbed wire, steel chair!
Weapon just lifts the chair again, shouting loudly “get up, get up”, he demands Rayne get to his feet, but suddenly to the fans amazement and Lethal’s, Riley Addison walks out from the back, the owner of the company, has his hands in the air and some keys in his hand, he demands that Weapon back off, telling him it isn’t right, that Rayne needs to have a fair chance of fighting back, he tells him to back away, but Weapon is confused, shocked, he shouts abuse at Riley, demanding to know what the fuck he is doing.
Riley suddenly kneels down to Rayne, boo’s echoing out around the arena as he does and just undoes the handcuffs on Rayne Young, boo’s explode as Lethal begins shouting in the face of Riley, but Addison backs off telling Lethal that he is just trying to make this match a fair fight. Weapon seems to agree and just turns away from Riley, before suddenly, HE TURNS BACK, SWINGS THE CHAIR AND SLAMS IT OVER THE HEAD OF RILEY ADDISON, THE OWNER OF THE FWA!!!!
Brody:
OH MY GOD!!! Weapon just knocked out the owner of this company, what the fuck was he thinking!?!
Sweeney:
I think he’s pissed that Riley interfered in his match!!
The fans are going mental, all of them cheering loudly as Lethal stands over Riley, shouting abuse in his face, angry that he has come out and interfered in his match, his blood dripping onto the face of the owner as he stands over him, however he suddenly looks up to see Rayne up to his feet, he stands back up and throws a right hand at Rayne, but Rayne blocks it and fires back with one of his own and another and another knocking them back around the ring and to the announce tables, he grabs Lethal by the head and slams him down across the Spanish announce table this time, he rolls him on to it and then just crawls onto it himself, but this time, lifts Weapon without any taunts and to a loud reaction of screeches and shock, grabs Weapon around the waist and lifts him as he tried before, PILEDRIVER ON THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! BUT THE TABLE DOESN’T SMASH, WEAPONS HEAD BOUNCES RIGHT OFF IT!!
Brody:
WEAPON COULD BE DEAD!! HIS NECK COULD BE BROKEN GOD DAMN IT!!
Sweeney:
That table didn’t even smash!! Are we sitting in the wrong seats? Surely the Spanish guys always end up without a desk!?!
Rayne just sits up on the table as Weapon rolls off and grins from ear to ear, his pain ridden body forgotten for a moment as he glares across at the mixed reaction he is getting from the fans, he rolls off the table and just grabs the lifeless figure of Weapon, lifting him forcefully to his feet and dragging him to the ring, he lifts him onto the apron and just rolls him into the ring now before dropping to one knee and suddenly going under the apron again, he shuffles around for a moment before suddenly re-appearing, a bag in hand, he lifts it above his head like a trophy to the fans, many of them questioning what they are seeing right now, he rolls into the ring and just opens the bag, his smile coming again as he looks into it. Suddenly he turns it upside down and just pours the contents out causing the fans to explode into all sorts of noise!!
GLASS!!!
LARGE LUMPS OF SHARP, SPARKLING GLASS!!
Rayne just looks at it with pride for a moment before suddenly turning back to Weapon who is on one knee, he stands just in front of the glass as Rayne comes round to the front of him and slams a right hand into his jaw causing Weapon to NEARLY fall backwards onto it, another right hand and AGAIN he nearly falls onto it and AGAIN but still he doesn’t drop, Rayne, frustrated, suddenly steps back and with a run up, fires forward for a big right hand, but Weapon ducks and lifts him at just the right time to a huge explosion of shock as RAYNE FALLS ONTO THE GLASS SHARDS!!!
Brody:
NOOOO!!!
Sweeney:
Holy shit!
“Holy shit” and “Please don’t die” circle the arena from different areas of the crowds as Rayne just arches his back and has to roll his way out off the glass, cuts and blood appearing all over his body, one particular piece of glass lodged in his back for all to see, blood pouring from the wound. He slowly rolls up to his knees and then climbs to his feet, pain written all over his face, he turns to face Weapon, WAIT, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! He hits it!!!!!
HE COVERS…
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WEAPON WINS! WEAPON WINS!!! NO!!!! WAIT!!!! RAYNE KICKS OUT, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, RAYNE YOUNG HAS KICKED OUT!!!
Brody:
How has he done that!
Sweeney:
How have either of these men done this!
Weapon can’t believe it, he glares at the official, screams at him, demands with him, angrily he stands and backs the official into a corner, demanding to know what the fuck he is doing counting a two count, but the official is adamant that he is correct, as this happens, Rayne is up on his feet, he circles himself to try and get some composure, Weapon turns and charges him for another Spear, but Rayne boots him in the face standing him up straight, he then lifts him onto his shoulders, CURTAIN CALL!!!! NO!!! Weapon slides down his back, Rayne turns but right into a kick to the midsection, FINAL SHOT!!! NO! Rayne lifts Weapon up and over onto the canvas, he then turns and runs at Weapon, but Weapon ducks low and lifts Rayne over his head, but Rayne lands feet first on the middle ropes of a turnbuckle, the glass below him, Weapon turns and see’s Rayne trying to get his feet, suddenly he slams a forearm across his back and another, he then climbs to the middle rope himself, but Rayne slams a right hand into his face and another, Weapon nearly falls back onto the glass, but keeps himself in position, he slams a right hand into the face of Rayne and another nearly doing the same, the fans on there feet, not sure what to expect next, Rayne climbs to the top rope and tries to get some balance by turning to face Weapon who moves across right in front of him, but Rayne hits another right hand and another and then a headbutt! STILL Weapon doesn’t fall from the ropes, Rayne fires off another right hand but this time Weapon blocks it and hits a right hand of his own followed by a headbutt that leaves Rayne groggy, Weapon then climbs to the top rope himself, the fans watching as they both teter on the edge of the ropes, Weapon lifts Rayne to his feet, both men up, suddenly Rayne throws a right hand, but Weapon ducks it and in one movement lifts Rayne Young up onto his shoulders, NOOOO, PLEASE NOOO, HE FALLS BACKWARDS AND THROWS RAYNE OUT IN FRONT OF HIM, HOOKING HIS HEAD ON THE WAY DOWN, THE WORLDS MOST POWERFUL MOVE, EQULIBRIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEAPON HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS BACK LANDING ACROSS THE GLASS, RAYNE LANDING HEAD FIRST INTO IT AS BOTH MEN JUST LIE BLOODY AND BEATEN, THE FANS GOING NUTS!!!
Shockingly, Weapon is able to roll across, his lifeless arm suddenly folding across the body of Rayne Young,
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The bell sounds as the fans remain on there feet all of them cheering and hollering, thee applause loud, nearly deafening as both men remain motionless in the middle of the glass shards, both of them covered in claret and ripped apart in so many ways. The official just stands to his feet and makes an X symbol at the camera, but it isn’t required as masses of EMT’s charge to the ring immediately, both men being looked to as they lie motionless and still.
Brody:
Ladies and gentleman, officially, it will say that Lethal Weapon has beaten Rayne Young here tonight at PRIDE, but looking at the state, no man has won this, both men are battered and destroyed in this ring.
Sweeney:
I just hope neither of these two men have suffered any long term problems from this.
Brody:
It’s hard to see that they won’t!
Both men are quickly and carefully moved from the glass which is swept away, the fans watching as both men at the same time are slowly lifted from the ring, both men being treated on the outside of it, however, Rayne suddenly shoves the doctors away, anger in his expression as he realised what has just happened, he stands to his feet but falls straight back down, his grogginess getting the better of him, but he pushes the EMT’s away again and just climbs to his feet, roaring with fury as he slowly walks up the ramp, his hand holding his red and bruised neck and back, blood pouring from different parts of his body, a glass shard as big as a hand sticking out from close to his spine. The fans, just applaud him regardless, cheers erupting all around the arena as Rayne looks down the ramp, his eyes focused on Weapon who is also now standing and leaning on the ring apron, both men clearly aware of what they would have to go through again if a re-match was ever on the cards. With a final sneer of an expression, Rayne just turns his back to Weapon and walks out of site, the fans turning there applause and noise to Lethal Weapon, who looks as battered, if not worse, than what Rayne did and unlike Rayne, accepting EMT’s help as he is slowly walked up the ramp and backstage.
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The cameras go backstage to see Jackson Adams, ready for action and attired for the match coming next, the main event, he walks down the lobby toward the entrance area and just stretches a few final times, an expression of intensity clearly begins to show, however as he does a slapping sound of a steel chair across his back is heard, the shot knocking him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
The camera turns to show an assailant in all black staring over him, suddenly they lift the chair and slam it down again and again and again, the final shot slapping across the head of Adams causing him to lay unconscious, his eyes closed.
Suddenly the attackers drops to one knee beside him and throws the chair aside, his hand moves up to his mask and slowly removes it from his head causing the boos to explode as Eli Legacy grins from ear to ear, his eyes suddenly glaring around the lobby to see if anyone has seen him, but he smiles wider as he realises they haven’t.
He looks down at Jackson Adams one more time and just whispers close to his ear.
Eli:
The legacy of Eli – is nigh.
He stands back up and just walks out of shot as the camera focuses on the knocked out figure of Jackson Adams only moments from the World title match.
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Brody:
What the fuck was that?
Sweeney:
Wow, seems the kid wants to make a statement.
Brody:
Make a statement? He just beat Jackson down only moments away before the main event! That’s not a statement, that’s a fucking act of war!
World Heavyweight Championship Match
Ladder Match
Glory Braddock Vs Jacob Laymon Vs Priest Vs Jackson Adams
Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyro’s go off.
After a couple seconds, Priest twist his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn't. He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them to boos from the fans, he grins and just walks up the steps before entering the ring by climbing over the ropes, he glares back to the ramp at the ladder standing in place and then up at the hoop hanging from the roof that will eventually have the World title hanging from it.
Brody:
Ok, so this main event is about to get started, but by the sounds of it, we are now looking at a three way dance for the title, Jackson isn’t in any state to wrestle tonight and word has it, he isn’t even conscious yet!
Sweeney:
Eli Legacy obviously made the impact he intended to then. Jackson Adams is OUT of this main event tonight.
Suddenly “Megadath – Countdown to Extinction” hits the speaker systems causing the fans to stand to there feet and boo heavily, the big screen shows pictures of the man who once owned this company, the man known and hated, as Jacob Laymon. He suddenly steps out from the back and just glares across the fans, with a grin he takes in the abuse being thrown at him and then just walks down the ramp, his eyes focusing on the ladder up ahead of him. He stops in front of it and just look to the top of it before tapping a rung affectionately, he then walks around it and just glares a hole through Priest. He leaps up to the apron and just grins at the big man who doesn’t over him any kind of expression back before entering the squared circle and just sharing some words with his opponent as they both await the entrance of the lady currently in control of the title that they want.
Brody:
Jacob has been on a role since he joined the roster of this company and has really made some impact, but can he claim the big won tonight, can he back up his words and become the next World Champion.
Sweeney:
My money says yes, especially now Jackson is gone.
The opening chords of “Dumb Bitch” by Mickie James begins to blare over of the PA system. As the music begins to build the lights dim and a lone spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp. The words “British Bombshell” appear on the Tron. The tron shows images of Glory Braddock delivering Glorification to Erik Cade, the Gloria In Excelsis Deo to Eric Sailes, and a Blaze of Glory to Eric Herrera.
You musta got your play book
From a tabloid magazine
Full of trashy lies
And schemin’ behind the scenes
You were hittin’ on my baby
The first time I turned my back
Did you really think that I
Was gonna let you get away with that
Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage into the spotlight. The auburn haired beauty has a confident gaze written across her face as she pumps her fists, getting the crowd into this, the world title hanging proudly over her shoulder. The fans respond in kind with cheers, showing the cheers down upon Glory Braddock.
You’re a dumb bitch
You must think that I am like a smart bitch
Wouldnt step across that line
Cuz this bitch is gonna cut you down to size
Teach you not to mess with whats mine
You dumb bitch
Braddock raises her arms high up into the air, soaking up the fan reaction as the lights go back up to normal. She points down to the ring, nodding her head before making her way in a confident stride towards the ring.
Im a good woman
Lookin’ in a no good womans eyes
You knew what you were doin’
Now its too late to apologize
Maybe this’ll teach you
Not to try that trash again
And save another woman
From your slutty shenanigans
Glory climbs up the steel steps and steps towards the ring apron. She makes a leap over the top rope and into the ring. She heads over to each corner, raising her hands to the crowd, pumping her fists to get them into it and the fans respond in kind.
You’re a dumb bitch
You must think that I am like a smart bitch
Wouldnt step across that line
Cuz this bitch is gonna cut you down to size
Teach you not to mess with whats mine
You dumb bitch
You dumb bitch
Glory hops down from the turnbuckles and then heads to the centre of the ring where she raises both arms high into the air. She motions to the fans one last time before turning to Jacob and Priest, both men glaring at her. She hands her title to the official who calls for the hook to be lowered, slowly it is and he just places the championship around it before it is one again lifted toward the roof.
Brody:
One of the greatest champions in the history of the business, most certainly the best champion in the history of the MCW/FWA, with a reign that spans over a year!
Sweeney:
In modern wrestling, that’s almost unheard of.
Rayne just lifts Weapon to his feet and just rolls him into the ring before walking around the outside, he seems to look around for a moment before suddenly ducking under the apron, however as he slowly re-appears, the fans get louder, some of them actually cheering as Rayne lifts his new Weapon, a steel chair, WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE!!! He rolls into the ring, the entire arena on there feet, begging Weapon to get up and do something, but Lethal doesn’t even know where he is, he shakes his head of the cobwebs and just gets slowly to his hands and knees, however Rayne is circling, he stops in a corner but the official doesn’t realise and walks right between the two men, Rayne suddenly steps forward and grabs him, shoving the official aside, however as he does, Weapon lunges up, hitting a huge low blow causing the fans to cheer loudly as Rayne drops the chair and falls to the mat!!
Both men are reeling, but suddenly to even louder cheers, Weapon grabs the steel chair, his eyes widening as he stands to his feet, he glares at the chair for a moment as Rayne crawls to the corner, the official is pleading with Weapon to put it down, but he ignores him as Rayne stumbles backwards toward him, he turns around, but Weapon SLAMS the chair right into the stomach of Rayne Young bending him forward!! He then lifts it again to screeches from the fans and slams it across the back of the MCW hall of famer!!!
Brody:
OH MY GOD!! No man should be using that, that’s sickening! God damn it, Rayne is bleeding from all over his body right now!
Sweeney:
Well, he got himself back into the match at least!
Rayne still doesn’t go down, he just walks across the ring slowly, his back arched in pain as Weapon stumbles into the ropes, still groggy, however he gets his feet and as Rayne turns back to him, he runs forward slamming the barbed wire chair into the chest of Young again forcing him to bend over once more, he then raises it for a fourth time and slams it across the back of RY, knocking him to the ground finally, the fans in utter shock at what they have just witnessed!
Weapon suddenly circles Rayne, beginning to get his barings, he demands that Rayne stand, angrily demanding he get up, Rayne does, to his hands and knees, causing Weapon to lift the chair again, however as he does, Rayne suddenly gets up onto his knees and slams a hard right hand into the stomach of Weapon knocking the air from his lungs! Weapon bends forward dropping the chair between his legs, as he does, Rayne quickly grabs it, turns it onto its side and lifts it straight up into the groin of Weapon to a huge reaction of cheers and boos from the fans!!! Weapon just drops to his knees and in a fit like state, pulses around on the canvas, the pain clearly overwhelming!!
Weapon slowly grabs the ropes, lifting himself back to his feet, he turns painfully back into Rayne who kicks him in the stomach and hooks his arms for a nice double underhook DDT! He rolls over Weapon,
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2…
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NO!! Weapon kicks out.
The fans cheer loudly as the official loudly shouts ‘2’ to the announce tables.
Rayne Young just stands up and looks around the ring, noticing his chair has gone missing, he gazes around before suddenly his temper shows its ugly face, he turns to the official who had kicked it out during the pin and grabs him by the shirt, demanding to know where the chair has gone, the referee just quickly points across to the ring announcers desk, angrily Rayne shoves him aside and climbs out of the ring, he demands the chair, but the announcer refuses to give it up, however Rayne just grabs him and throws him face first viciously into the steel ringpost to boos from the fans! He then grabs the chair and walks back to the ring, he rolls in and just lifts the chair above his head as Weapon begins to stand, but the official grabs his arm, spinning him around and demands Rayne put the chair down, angrily telling him he cannot use it! Rayne just argues with the official, but Weapon is up, he is up!!!
Brody:
Lethal is up! Rayne doesn’t have a clue!!
Sweeney:
LOOK OUT!!
GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!! NO!!! Rayne guesses its coming and sidesteps before dragging the official in the way causing Lethal to turn the referee inside out with his move!! Weapon just glares at the official on the ground and stands up, suddenly he remembers Rayne, turns and charges at him, but Rayne slams the barbed wire chair right across the head of Weapon causing the fans to cringe at the impact, the boos getting louder as Rayne then turns to the downed Weapon, hooks the chair under his arm and ELBOW DROPS WEAPON WITH THE BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR!!! Blood pours from the face of Weapon, the fans booing loudly, some in utter shock at the violence of Rayne Young!
Rayne Young covers…
But the official is out, Rayne continues to cover, demanding another show his face from the back, finally one does and he sprints out from the back before sliding in the ring, but the count could have been up to 20 by now,
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2…
3…
YES! RAYNE YOUNG WINS! HE WINS!!
Rayne Young stands to his feet, his arms lifted in the air to the boos of the fans all around him, but wait, the referee suddenly drags them back down and tells him he hasn’t won! The count only got to two! Rayne can’t believe it, he’s incensed! He screams that the count was three, but the official disagrees telling Rayne that Weapon got his shoulder up! Rayne just runs his hands angrily through his hair before suddenly he grabs the official onto his shoulders!
Brody:
NO! NOT THIS! RAYNE FOR GOD SAKE!!
CURTAIN CALL ON THE REFEREE!!! The official is out cold and through momentum just rolls out of the ring as the fans look on, booing heavily as Rayne gets back to his feet and angrily shouts abuse at the man in charge, his face filled with fury, he turns back to the ring and grabs the steel chair again, the fans pleading with him not to do it as they see his eyes turn to Lethal Weapon who sits up, blood pouring from holes in his head, the drips falling down his chest and onto his legs, he stands to his feet with a wobble and turns RIGHT INTO ANOTHER SHOT WITH THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR!! Weapon instantly rolls out onto the apron and just sits up, his hands dabbing at the blood coming from his face, but Rayne is relentless and leans through the ropes, suddenly placing the chair on his head and using it as a grater!! Weapon screams in agony, his pain shuddering as it echoes through the arena, the fans booing loudly, shocked at the level of violence being bought to the table here by Rayne Young, finally he stops allowing Weapon to fall to the mats on the outside, but Rayne just throws the chair down and steps out to meet Weapon who is up on his knees, the blood flowing like a waterfall down his face, however Rayne just grabs him by the hair and slams a fist into his face and another and another and another, the blood of Weapon all across his knuckles, he lifts Weapon up and just walks him to the announce table before slamming him face down across it, the momentum of the blow so hard Weapons body just lays across the top of the announce table!
Brody:
Time to move!
Rayne just climbs up on it to even more shock from the fans, he grins from ear to ear, enjoying what he is doing right now, enjoying the sight of Weapon. He lifts him to his feet and just boots Lethal in the stomach, bending him forward before suddenly looking around the arena, suddenly he shouts “Now, I end his career!” He hooks his arms around the waist of Weapon, looking to lift him for a piledriver, everyone in the arena is telling him to stop, but Rayne ignores them, lifting Weapon, wait, no, Weapon blocks it, suddenly he stands and Rayne flies over Lethals head onto the table smashing through it sending both men to the floor with a bang, but Rayne the hardest!!
Brody:
RAYNE TRIED TO END WEAPONS CAREER!! BUT I DON’T KNOW IF EITHER MAN IS GOING TO COME BACK FROM THIS!
Sweeney:
Jesus Christ! Our table is destroyed!! Where the fuck are the Spanish when you need them!?!
Slowly both men begin to move, Lethal just climbs over the wreckage of the table and gets to his feet first, but turns back to Rayne who is nearly up and helps him to get there, he then grabs his head and angrily rolls him back into the ring. Rayne just crawls away from him, but Lethal stalks him and lifts him to his feet before hitting a sharp right hand to the head of Young and another and another knocking him back into the corner of the ring he then steps back and hits a short running clothesline that has Rayne stumble out of the corner toward him, suddenly he boots him in the stomach bending him over, FINAL SHOT PEDIGREE!!! Weapon goes for it, hooking the arms of Rayne, but no, Rayne quickly drags the legs of Weapon from under him, dropping him to the floor and then in one swift movement drops back throwing Weapon into the air and face first across the top turnbuckle! He stumbles backwards and turns around to face the ring, but as he does, Rayne runs from behind him and bulldogs him right into the barbed wire steel chair! The fans can’t believe it!!
Suddenly though Rayne covers, hooking both legs,
1…
2…
3…
NO!! Weapon manages to throw his shoulder off the mat to the anguish of Rayne who slaps the mat repeatedly, angrily, he just kneels over Weapon, slamming right hands into his face over and over again before angrily tossing his head to the ground and standing up, the fans booing him loudly, slowly Weapon begins to stand on the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to stand, he finally does and turns to face Rayne, but Young angrily sprints at him and hits such a powerful clothesline that both men drop over the top and down to the mats below!
Rayne lands on his feet as Weapon drops groggily to the ground, the blood still flowing, no doubt making him faint.
Rayne suddenly smiles, seeming to find his enjoyment in this punishment again, his eyes gazing over the fans surrounding them, he then looks back to Weapon who’s up to his feet, he roars at him, charging at full pace, but Weapon reacts, stepping into him and lifting him with a huge hiptoss, RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! Rayne just grabs his back and his legs and cradles them for a moment as Weapon drops to his knees and crawls away, trying to get some composure, some focus.
Brody:
Good god almighty, Weapon just used Rayne’s own momentum to throw him into those steps.
Sweeney:
But can he follow it up, he’s already lost so much blood!
Weapon however stands and lifts Rayne to his feet, he slaps a chop across the chest of Young knocking him back a step before grabbing his wrist and with all his power, throws him at the steps causing Rayne to hit them knees first before flipping onto the safety mats the other side, the impact so heavy, the top of the steps flies off and rolls across to the smashed up announce desk.
Rayne just grabs the standing part of the desk, using it to get back to his feet, however as he does, Weapon is on him and just chop blocks the back of his leg, taking him back down to the mats. However Weapon doesn’t add to it, instead, he rolls back into the ring, trying to get some space, a breather, he crawls across the ring and just grabs the ropes adjacent to him, using them to stand back up as Rayne slowly begins to climb up onto the apron himself. He steps with his bad leg into the ring and looks to climb back in, but as he does, Weapon is on to him and sprints across the ring, chop blocking the back of his knee away again! Rayne just falls into the ring ungracefully and lays holding his knee as Weapon crawls back across the ring, his hands wrapping themselves around the already much used, barbed wire steel chair. He stands to his feet, the fans cheering loudly as he lifts it above his head and just slams it viciously across the bad knee of Rayne and again!!!
Weapon just throws the chair down and walks across the ring before practically falling out of the ring through the ropes, however he lands on his feet and just walks to the Spanish announce table, before snatching something from on the desk, he rolls back in the ring suddenly and lets them drop from his hand, HANDCUFFS!! Weapon just walks across to Rayne Young, the fans not sure what to make of what he has in his hand, he drops to his knees and just wraps one handcuff around the wrist of Rayne before trying to do the same with the other, bending his arms behind his back, but Rayne pulls his arms free and just slams a right hand into the face of Weapon knocking him backwards as they both stand and another right hand knocking Weapon down, he takes the breather to try and walk off his bad leg, but as he walks back to the standing LW, he is met with a stiff boot to the knee that takes him back down to the mat!!
Brody:
Weapon had handcuffs, what the hell is he thinking!?!
Sweeney:
It’s a street fight Brody, both these men have reputations and Weapon is no different, he might be cheered by these fans, but how he goes about the job won’t change!
Rayne lies face down on the mat, but as he does, Weapon suddenly drops across his shoulders with his knees, hooks his hands together and handcuffs them!! The fans are screaming as Weapon just stands back up allowing the entire arena to see what he is about to do, Rayne just gets up onto his knees, realising his predicament, he turns to face Weapon, swearing angrily, but Lethal slams a right hand into his face and another and another, Rayne unable to defend himself at all, he hits another right hand that floors Rayne and then grabs the top rope for leverage before stomping a hole in his chest, pure anger coming from him now!
He turns and rolls out of the ring and grabs the dislodged steel steps top, he slides it into the ring, some of the fans booing Weapon now as he rolls into the ring with it, Rayne is slowly up to his feet and just stands as Weapon lifts the stairs up and above his head, suddenly he charges forward to hit him with it, but Rayne suddenly counters, using the drop toe hold to send the stairs down to the mat, Weapon’s face right after it!!! He clatters off the steel as the fans react loudly, some booing, some cheering! Rayne is handcuffed, but gets to his feet in the corner of the ring, a groggy Weapon stands up next and just runs angrily toward him, but Rayne lifts his boot into the face of Weapon knocking him down in front of him, completely laid out, but Rayne suddenly drops with a headbutt right into his groin causing Weapon to kick around wildly as he rolls away in pain, the fans actually enjoying Rayne’s ability to keep fighting, even without his hands!
He gets to his feet and tries to pull his hands clear, trying to break the cuffs around his wrist, roaring with adrenalin to break them but he can’t, suddenly he turns to see Weapon is up, but Lethal just clotheslines him to the ground hard! Weapon just leans on the ropes and looks down on Rayne laying on the mat, he watches as Young slowly begins to move, but instead of jumping on him, he just walks across to the normal, standard Steel chair that Rayne had at the beginning of the match, he picks it up and just stalks Young, suddenly as he stands, he charges forward and slams the butt of the chair into his stomach bending him forward, the air leaving his lungs fast, he then lifts the chair and slams it across the back of Rayne nearly breaking the thing!!! He then lifts it again and AGAIN slams it across the back of Young!!!
Rayne is in utter agony and just drops through the ropes and hard to the outside of the ring, Weapon however doesn’t chase him, he throws the chair aside and to the surprise of everyone, just drops onto his front in the middle of the ring, the blood still pouring into his eyes, he rubs it clear and just takes a breather before noticing that Rayne is up, he grabs the chair again and rolls out of the ring, to see that Young is halfway up the ramp, trying to get some distance, still trying to break those cuffs, suddenly he charges Rayne, lifting the chair and slamming it across his head this time!
Brody:
Rayne is down and out, Weapon should cover him.
Sweeney:
I can’t believe this, Rayne is handcuffed, I know anything goes, but Weapon has taken it to far!
Brody:
Oh and Rayne didn’t? Using a barbed wire, steel chair!
Weapon just lifts the chair again, shouting loudly “get up, get up”, he demands Rayne get to his feet, but suddenly to the fans amazement and Lethal’s, Riley Addison walks out from the back, the owner of the company, has his hands in the air and some keys in his hand, he demands that Weapon back off, telling him it isn’t right, that Rayne needs to have a fair chance of fighting back, he tells him to back away, but Weapon is confused, shocked, he shouts abuse at Riley, demanding to know what the fuck he is doing.
Riley suddenly kneels down to Rayne, boo’s echoing out around the arena as he does and just undoes the handcuffs on Rayne Young, boo’s explode as Lethal begins shouting in the face of Riley, but Addison backs off telling Lethal that he is just trying to make this match a fair fight. Weapon seems to agree and just turns away from Riley, before suddenly, HE TURNS BACK, SWINGS THE CHAIR AND SLAMS IT OVER THE HEAD OF RILEY ADDISON, THE OWNER OF THE FWA!!!!
Brody:
OH MY GOD!!! Weapon just knocked out the owner of this company, what the fuck was he thinking!?!
Sweeney:
I think he’s pissed that Riley interfered in his match!!
The fans are going mental, all of them cheering loudly as Lethal stands over Riley, shouting abuse in his face, angry that he has come out and interfered in his match, his blood dripping onto the face of the owner as he stands over him, however he suddenly looks up to see Rayne up to his feet, he stands back up and throws a right hand at Rayne, but Rayne blocks it and fires back with one of his own and another and another knocking them back around the ring and to the announce tables, he grabs Lethal by the head and slams him down across the Spanish announce table this time, he rolls him on to it and then just crawls onto it himself, but this time, lifts Weapon without any taunts and to a loud reaction of screeches and shock, grabs Weapon around the waist and lifts him as he tried before, PILEDRIVER ON THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! BUT THE TABLE DOESN’T SMASH, WEAPONS HEAD BOUNCES RIGHT OFF IT!!
Brody:
WEAPON COULD BE DEAD!! HIS NECK COULD BE BROKEN GOD DAMN IT!!
Sweeney:
That table didn’t even smash!! Are we sitting in the wrong seats? Surely the Spanish guys always end up without a desk!?!
Rayne just sits up on the table as Weapon rolls off and grins from ear to ear, his pain ridden body forgotten for a moment as he glares across at the mixed reaction he is getting from the fans, he rolls off the table and just grabs the lifeless figure of Weapon, lifting him forcefully to his feet and dragging him to the ring, he lifts him onto the apron and just rolls him into the ring now before dropping to one knee and suddenly going under the apron again, he shuffles around for a moment before suddenly re-appearing, a bag in hand, he lifts it above his head like a trophy to the fans, many of them questioning what they are seeing right now, he rolls into the ring and just opens the bag, his smile coming again as he looks into it. Suddenly he turns it upside down and just pours the contents out causing the fans to explode into all sorts of noise!!
GLASS!!!
LARGE LUMPS OF SHARP, SPARKLING GLASS!!
Rayne just looks at it with pride for a moment before suddenly turning back to Weapon who is on one knee, he stands just in front of the glass as Rayne comes round to the front of him and slams a right hand into his jaw causing Weapon to NEARLY fall backwards onto it, another right hand and AGAIN he nearly falls onto it and AGAIN but still he doesn’t drop, Rayne, frustrated, suddenly steps back and with a run up, fires forward for a big right hand, but Weapon ducks and lifts him at just the right time to a huge explosion of shock as RAYNE FALLS ONTO THE GLASS SHARDS!!!
Brody:
NOOOO!!!
Sweeney:
Holy shit!
“Holy shit” and “Please don’t die” circle the arena from different areas of the crowds as Rayne just arches his back and has to roll his way out off the glass, cuts and blood appearing all over his body, one particular piece of glass lodged in his back for all to see, blood pouring from the wound. He slowly rolls up to his knees and then climbs to his feet, pain written all over his face, he turns to face Weapon, WAIT, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! He hits it!!!!!
HE COVERS…
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2…
3…
WEAPON WINS! WEAPON WINS!!! NO!!!! WAIT!!!! RAYNE KICKS OUT, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, RAYNE YOUNG HAS KICKED OUT!!!
Brody:
How has he done that!
Sweeney:
How have either of these men done this!
Weapon can’t believe it, he glares at the official, screams at him, demands with him, angrily he stands and backs the official into a corner, demanding to know what the fuck he is doing counting a two count, but the official is adamant that he is correct, as this happens, Rayne is up on his feet, he circles himself to try and get some composure, Weapon turns and charges him for another Spear, but Rayne boots him in the face standing him up straight, he then lifts him onto his shoulders, CURTAIN CALL!!!! NO!!! Weapon slides down his back, Rayne turns but right into a kick to the midsection, FINAL SHOT!!! NO! Rayne lifts Weapon up and over onto the canvas, he then turns and runs at Weapon, but Weapon ducks low and lifts Rayne over his head, but Rayne lands feet first on the middle ropes of a turnbuckle, the glass below him, Weapon turns and see’s Rayne trying to get his feet, suddenly he slams a forearm across his back and another, he then climbs to the middle rope himself, but Rayne slams a right hand into his face and another, Weapon nearly falls back onto the glass, but keeps himself in position, he slams a right hand into the face of Rayne and another nearly doing the same, the fans on there feet, not sure what to expect next, Rayne climbs to the top rope and tries to get some balance by turning to face Weapon who moves across right in front of him, but Rayne hits another right hand and another and then a headbutt! STILL Weapon doesn’t fall from the ropes, Rayne fires off another right hand but this time Weapon blocks it and hits a right hand of his own followed by a headbutt that leaves Rayne groggy, Weapon then climbs to the top rope himself, the fans watching as they both teter on the edge of the ropes, Weapon lifts Rayne to his feet, both men up, suddenly Rayne throws a right hand, but Weapon ducks it and in one movement lifts Rayne Young up onto his shoulders, NOOOO, PLEASE NOOO, HE FALLS BACKWARDS AND THROWS RAYNE OUT IN FRONT OF HIM, HOOKING HIS HEAD ON THE WAY DOWN, THE WORLDS MOST POWERFUL MOVE, EQULIBRIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEAPON HITS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS BACK LANDING ACROSS THE GLASS, RAYNE LANDING HEAD FIRST INTO IT AS BOTH MEN JUST LIE BLOODY AND BEATEN, THE FANS GOING NUTS!!!
Shockingly, Weapon is able to roll across, his lifeless arm suddenly folding across the body of Rayne Young,
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3…
The bell sounds as the fans remain on there feet all of them cheering and hollering, thee applause loud, nearly deafening as both men remain motionless in the middle of the glass shards, both of them covered in claret and ripped apart in so many ways. The official just stands to his feet and makes an X symbol at the camera, but it isn’t required as masses of EMT’s charge to the ring immediately, both men being looked to as they lie motionless and still.
Brody:
Ladies and gentleman, officially, it will say that Lethal Weapon has beaten Rayne Young here tonight at PRIDE, but looking at the state, no man has won this, both men are battered and destroyed in this ring.
Sweeney:
I just hope neither of these two men have suffered any long term problems from this.
Brody:
It’s hard to see that they won’t!
Both men are quickly and carefully moved from the glass which is swept away, the fans watching as both men at the same time are slowly lifted from the ring, both men being treated on the outside of it, however, Rayne suddenly shoves the doctors away, anger in his expression as he realised what has just happened, he stands to his feet but falls straight back down, his grogginess getting the better of him, but he pushes the EMT’s away again and just climbs to his feet, roaring with fury as he slowly walks up the ramp, his hand holding his red and bruised neck and back, blood pouring from different parts of his body, a glass shard as big as a hand sticking out from close to his spine. The fans, just applaud him regardless, cheers erupting all around the arena as Rayne looks down the ramp, his eyes focused on Weapon who is also now standing and leaning on the ring apron, both men clearly aware of what they would have to go through again if a re-match was ever on the cards. With a final sneer of an expression, Rayne just turns his back to Weapon and walks out of site, the fans turning there applause and noise to Lethal Weapon, who looks as battered, if not worse, than what Rayne did and unlike Rayne, accepting EMT’s help as he is slowly walked up the ramp and backstage.
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The cameras go backstage to see Jackson Adams, ready for action and attired for the match coming next, the main event, he walks down the lobby toward the entrance area and just stretches a few final times, an expression of intensity clearly begins to show, however as he does a slapping sound of a steel chair across his back is heard, the shot knocking him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
The camera turns to show an assailant in all black staring over him, suddenly they lift the chair and slam it down again and again and again, the final shot slapping across the head of Adams causing him to lay unconscious, his eyes closed.
Suddenly the attackers drops to one knee beside him and throws the chair aside, his hand moves up to his mask and slowly removes it from his head causing the boos to explode as Eli Legacy grins from ear to ear, his eyes suddenly glaring around the lobby to see if anyone has seen him, but he smiles wider as he realises they haven’t.
He looks down at Jackson Adams one more time and just whispers close to his ear.
Eli:
The legacy of Eli – is nigh.
He stands back up and just walks out of shot as the camera focuses on the knocked out figure of Jackson Adams only moments from the World title match.
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Brody:
What the fuck was that?
Sweeney:
Wow, seems the kid wants to make a statement.
Brody:
Make a statement? He just beat Jackson down only moments away before the main event! That’s not a statement, that’s a fucking act of war!
World Heavyweight Championship Match
Ladder Match
Glory Braddock Vs Jacob Laymon Vs Priest Vs Jackson Adams
Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyro’s go off.
After a couple seconds, Priest twist his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn't. He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them to boos from the fans, he grins and just walks up the steps before entering the ring by climbing over the ropes, he glares back to the ramp at the ladder standing in place and then up at the hoop hanging from the roof that will eventually have the World title hanging from it.
Brody:
Ok, so this main event is about to get started, but by the sounds of it, we are now looking at a three way dance for the title, Jackson isn’t in any state to wrestle tonight and word has it, he isn’t even conscious yet!
Sweeney:
Eli Legacy obviously made the impact he intended to then. Jackson Adams is OUT of this main event tonight.
Suddenly “Megadath – Countdown to Extinction” hits the speaker systems causing the fans to stand to there feet and boo heavily, the big screen shows pictures of the man who once owned this company, the man known and hated, as Jacob Laymon. He suddenly steps out from the back and just glares across the fans, with a grin he takes in the abuse being thrown at him and then just walks down the ramp, his eyes focusing on the ladder up ahead of him. He stops in front of it and just look to the top of it before tapping a rung affectionately, he then walks around it and just glares a hole through Priest. He leaps up to the apron and just grins at the big man who doesn’t over him any kind of expression back before entering the squared circle and just sharing some words with his opponent as they both await the entrance of the lady currently in control of the title that they want.
Brody:
Jacob has been on a role since he joined the roster of this company and has really made some impact, but can he claim the big won tonight, can he back up his words and become the next World Champion.
Sweeney:
My money says yes, especially now Jackson is gone.
The opening chords of “Dumb Bitch” by Mickie James begins to blare over of the PA system. As the music begins to build the lights dim and a lone spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp. The words “British Bombshell” appear on the Tron. The tron shows images of Glory Braddock delivering Glorification to Erik Cade, the Gloria In Excelsis Deo to Eric Sailes, and a Blaze of Glory to Eric Herrera.
You musta got your play book
From a tabloid magazine
Full of trashy lies
And schemin’ behind the scenes
You were hittin’ on my baby
The first time I turned my back
Did you really think that I
Was gonna let you get away with that
Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage into the spotlight. The auburn haired beauty has a confident gaze written across her face as she pumps her fists, getting the crowd into this, the world title hanging proudly over her shoulder. The fans respond in kind with cheers, showing the cheers down upon Glory Braddock.
You’re a dumb bitch
You must think that I am like a smart bitch
Wouldnt step across that line
Cuz this bitch is gonna cut you down to size
Teach you not to mess with whats mine
You dumb bitch
Braddock raises her arms high up into the air, soaking up the fan reaction as the lights go back up to normal. She points down to the ring, nodding her head before making her way in a confident stride towards the ring.
Im a good woman
Lookin’ in a no good womans eyes
You knew what you were doin’
Now its too late to apologize
Maybe this’ll teach you
Not to try that trash again
And save another woman
From your slutty shenanigans
Glory climbs up the steel steps and steps towards the ring apron. She makes a leap over the top rope and into the ring. She heads over to each corner, raising her hands to the crowd, pumping her fists to get them into it and the fans respond in kind.
You’re a dumb bitch
You must think that I am like a smart bitch
Wouldnt step across that line
Cuz this bitch is gonna cut you down to size
Teach you not to mess with whats mine
You dumb bitch
You dumb bitch
Glory hops down from the turnbuckles and then heads to the centre of the ring where she raises both arms high into the air. She motions to the fans one last time before turning to Jacob and Priest, both men glaring at her. She hands her title to the official who calls for the hook to be lowered, slowly it is and he just places the championship around it before it is one again lifted toward the roof.
Brody:
One of the greatest champions in the history of the business, most certainly the best champion in the history of the MCW/FWA, with a reign that spans over a year!
Sweeney:
In modern wrestling, that’s almost unheard of.
Brody:
Exactly.
The three competitors just stand, facing one another, preparing for the bell, suddenly it comes and instantly Laymon leaps forward, slamming a right hand into the face of Glory and another, but Priest shoves Laymon so hard he stumbles into the corner, suddenly he hits a tough right hand of his own and another, but Glory breaks it up now with a stiff martial arts kick to the ribs of Priest and another and another causing him to walk away, Jacob then lashes out again with another right hand, he tries for another, but Glory blocks this attempt and kicks him in the stomach before slamming a forearm across his back causing him to drop to one knee in the corner, she then slaps a terrifying kick into his chest, the slap echoing around the arena as the fans react loudly.
Jacob just falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring in pain, his hands covering his chest as Priest charges in behind Glory slamming a forearm across her back before placing a big knee into her ribs stopping her from even thinking about fighting back, Glory backs into the corner but Priest just slams a huge right hand across her face and another and another, he then places his large boot across her throat and just chokes her until she’s blue in the face. As he lets go she chokes for a moment, trying to get some fresh air back into her lungs, Priest just steps back and then charges back in, but Glory lifts her foot into the air catching Priest in the face and causing him to stumble, she then lashes out with a right hand catching him sweetly, however before she can gain any momentum, Priest quickly drops low and spears her back into the corner followed by some stiff shoulder strikes to her stomach, he then grabs her by the wrist and throws her across the ring, Glory charges across, quickly followed by Priest, but she manages to stop herself with her foot and quickly turns to attack Priest, but both of them have the same idea and clothesline one another to the mat, taking each other out as the fans watch on, all of them firmly behind Glory.
Both Glory and Priest roll out of the ring, trying to shake the effects of that clothesline, meanwhile, Jacob has walked away from the action and walks up the ramp to the ladder, to some cheers from the fans, he just pulls the ladder together and lifts it onto his shoulder, he slides it into the ring getting more cheers from the fans higher up in the arena and just slides in after it, quickly he picks it back up and just sets it up perfectly under the World Championship.
Brody:
Jacob looking to end this match early and why not, Glory and Priest are out of this match right now.
Sweeney:
This would surely be a record victory for a ladder match?
Brody:
I think you’d be right!
Jacob doesn’t waste anytime and practically sprints up the ladder, but Priest and Glory both see this and slide into the ring, both of them grabbing a leg of the ladder each just as Jacob’s fingers begin playing with the belt strap, but the ladder suddenly begins to tip, Jacob makes a defiant last grasp but fails and lands throat first on the top rope causing the fans to cheer loudly, however Priest quickly turns on Glory, slamming a big boot into her stomach, he then grabs her head and swings her at the fallen ladder leg, but she grabs it and blocks the attempt before slamming some tough elbows into Priests ribs breaking his hold on the back of her head, she then grabs his head instead and with momentum slams it down into the leg of the ladder causing the big man to stumble backwards and fall to one knee, he quickly stands back up however, but only for Glory to leap perfectly into the air and hit a big dropkick that drops him hard this time! Priest just grabs the ropes to try and get back up, but Glory lifts the ladder, she see’s him standing and suddenly shoves the ladder at him, catching his hands between the ladder and the ropes as the fans watch as Priest roars and shakes his hands from the impact, his fingers throbbing from it!
Priest just rolls out of the ring and cradles one of his hands as if he had broken a finger or two, the referee instantly runs over to him, however Glory turns right into Jacob who is back up and just slams the end of a different ladder right into her stomach causing her to stumble away, Jacob then throws the ladder down and waits as she turns back to face him, suddenly he charges forward, BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!! Glory drops to the mat and grabs her face in pain as the boos explode from the fans.
Jacob just walks back to the ladder and lifts it off the floor, he then places it rungs down on the middle rope and tries to set it into place, as he does, Glory stands to her feet with a stumble, she then angrily runs across the ring and leaps high into the air going for a double footed dropkick to the back of Laymon, but Jacob reads it and moves just in time causing her to land ass first onto the top of the ladder, the rungs digging into her ass and legs, the fans cringing at the impact, however Jacob isn’t finished, he hooks her head as he turns to see Priest getting treated still for his bad wrist and fingers outside the ring, however Jacob ignores this and just drops to the mat, bringing Glory down off the ladder with a spike neckbreaker to the mat causing the fans to ‘OoO’ again!
Brody:
OH! Big impact on the champion! Great move by Jacob Laymon!
Sweeney:
He completely read Glory Braddock then, he knew everything she was trying to do.
Priest just rolls back into the ring and walks across to Jacob who is still sitting on the floor, he suddenly grabs the ankles of the former owner as Glory rolls out of the ring and seems to be trying to hook in some Achilles lock, a submission move, which isn’t like Priest, however he can’t do it and instead just hooks both ankles of Jacob instead and drops back, lifting Jacob FACE FIRST right into the bottom of the ladder!!!! Jacob just drops to the mat holding his face as Priest rolls to his feet, he grabs his wrist in pain, the injury caused by Glory Braddock still obviously bothering him as he walks across to the large ladder, his eyes turning to the World title above him.
He lifts the ladder and just begins to place it, however as he is, Glory leaps back up onto the apron, she grabs the top rope and suddenly leaps up onto it before leaping into the ring, between the two ladder legs and just kicking Priest in the chest with both feet sending him backwards and through the ropes onto the ring apron. Somehow the ladder doesn’t fall and Glory, with the backing of the entire arena, just looks at the ladder herself before suddenly beginning to climb, however she notices Priest roll back into the ring and suddenly leaps back off the ladder hitting a lovely missile dropkick that takes Priest down to the mat! She then rolls back up to her feet and walks across to the second ladder, she lifts it high above her head impressively and then drops it across the chest of Priest, she then leans over the big man, talking trash to him, however Jacob suddenly re-enters the ring and to the amazement of many, leaps over her bent over body and drops her forward with a leg drop across the back of her head, squashing her face first against the rungs of the ladder!!!
Brody:
OH MY!! Big move by Jacob Laymon!!! Big, big move!
Sweeney:
Glory made a rookie mistake to. She should have been up the ladder, not talking crap to Priest, that isn’t like her at all!
The move seems to take something out of everyone as Glory and Jacob roll back out of the ring. Priest remains on the mat, but pushes the ladder off him, his hand still firmly round his opposite wrist, he to rolls out of the ring now, but it isn’t empty for long as Glory just shakes the cobwebs off, she climbs to her knees and just leans on the apron before standing up and rolling into the ring, she quickly stands and just sets the ladder up, still stumbling a little bit, but then just begins to climb, however Jacob is up now as well and does the same thing, but on the opposite side, both of them going for the top and the grand prize. They both reach the top, but Glory throws a right hand and connects and another, Laymon fires one back, Glory, Laymon, Glory, Laymon, the fans cheering and booing with each shot correctly, however, suddenly Priest rolls back in the ring, he grabs the second ladder and to a mixed reaction from the fans, slams the ladder top into the ribs of Glory Braddock sending off the ladder and throat first onto the top rope, he then slams the ladder across the back of Jacob before ramming the top into his ribs as well knocking them both from the ladder and taking everyone back to square one.
Jacob just crawls to the corner of the ring, but Priest is waiting, as he stands, Priest just throws the ladder aggressively into him causing Jacob to drop back down to the mat and roll out onto the apron.
Priest just walks back to the ladder and with everyone down, slowly begins to climb up the rungs, though he is clearly trying to keep pressure off his bad hand which is only slowing him up further and it makes him to slow as Glory gets up, she grabs the second ladder and with aggression in mind, slams the top of it into the bad wrist of Priest causing him to roar with pain before leaping back down to the canvas only for Glory to slam the ladder into his wrist and chest again the shot taking him through the ropes and all the way back to the outside.
Glory then lifts the ladder and with Priest instantly climbing back to one knee and then up to his feet, he turns but right into the scene of a flying ladder, thrown by Glory right onto Priest knocking him down to the ground, however suddenly Jacob clotheslines Glory from behind causing both of them to fly forward over the ropes and down to the mats alongside Priest as well!
Brody:
This match could go any one of three ways, all of these competitors have got a chance and nobody has really dominated.
Sweeney:
No, but its whoever can get the opportunity first Brody, they need to time to get up that ladder and that means getting in that ring, right now, they are all miles from doing that.
Glory is the first to her feet and she slowly rolls into the ring, the fans cheering loudly as they expect her to go straight for the ladder, she stands, but as she does, Priest suddenly rolls in and grabs her ankle, dragging it from under her and causing her to land face first on the mat, suddenly he hooks in an ankle lock!!! The fans are as shocked to see Priest use a submission as they are that nobody has climbed this ladder yet, however, as he keeps it locked in, bad wrist an all, Glory just crawls to the rungs off the ladder, her face in agony, her teeth grating against one another as she slowly begins to lift herself up the rungs of the ladder even with the ankle lock in place, however it doesn’t last as the impatient Priest suddenly drags her back down, pulling her by the ankle, but letting go so she lands on her feet, he then slaps his hand around Glorys throat, PRIEST SLAM!!! He lifts her, but suddenly lets go, his wrist hurting him to much, he grabs it in pain, but as he does… GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO!! Priest just drops to the mat, his arms and legs spread wide, the fans going mental as suddenly Glory glares up the ladder to her title hanging from the hook, with a slight limp, she just grabs the rungs of the ladder and begins climbing, but suddenly Jacob Laymon slides in, her to begins climbing but on the opposite side, the fans are on their feet, all of them watching, waiting for something to happen, both of them reach the top, Jacob firing the first blow, but Glory punches back, both of them throwing stiff right hands, stinging shots that have the fans waiting for one to fall, time and time again with each shot, both Glory and Jacob look like letting go and dropping to the mat, ultimately seeing their chance to be World Champion disappear, but somehow they continue to hold on, they don’t let go.
Brody:
This is tense!
Glory fires another right hand, but Jacob blocks it and suddenly grabs her head, slamming it against the top of the ladder and again, suddenly to screams from the fans, Glory slips down a rung on the ladder, instantly Jacob is on to this and reaches up, his hand touching the belt, the hook swinging as he tries to unhook it, as he tries to end an era, but Glory is quickly back up and slams a right hand into his stomach and another, Laymon brings his arm back down but gets a stiff right hand to his face rocking him for a moment, this time, Glory reaches up to the title, her hand touching it and Jacob doesn’t stop her, instead, he to reaches up, both of them are holding the title!!!
Brody:
Is it unhooked?
Sweeney:
I don’t know, I can’t see!!
Suddenly the belt unravels and falls from the hook, but Laymon has one end of the World Championship, Glory is pulling on the other end, both of them in a tug of war, but only one can become the World Champion, the fans are chanting, cheering, applauding, all of them in support of Glory Braddock, she continues to tug as does Laymon, neither giving up or giving in, however, Priest is suddenly up, the angry giant of a man, just grabs the ladder and begins rocking, it, with there free hands, Jacob and Glory hold on, but not for long, suddenly Priest just shoves the ladder!!! GLORY AND JACOB BOTH TIP WITH IT AND FALL OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING, HOLY SHIT!!! BUT WHO HAD THE TITLE??
The fans are as confused as everyone else, in the ring Priest just drops to one knee, his hand holding his wrist, the fans are all looking around, suddenly the referee runs around to them, Jacob and Glory are lying right next to one another, both of them face down, the title is underneath them, but STILL nobody can see who is actually holding the title still.
Sweeney:
What the fuck!?! Who’s the champion!?!
Brody:
I’ve no idea, both fell and the referee can’t move them in case he accidentally moves the title unfairly in the favour of one of the opponents.
The official just kneels between them and looks for the belt underneath there bodies, but he doesn’t have to look long as Jacob Laymon suddenly rolls over!!! The official stands up and calls for the bell!!!
Sweeney:
IS IT!?! Is it Laymon? Has he done it?
Brody:
I can’t believe it, has Jacob just won the title! Just like he said!
The official runs across to the ring announcer, the fans all still waiting as Jacob can be seen on all fours, Glory Braddock now moving as well.
Tom Hammond:
Ladies and Gentleman, the referee can now confirm who has won this match, your winner and STILLL WORLD CHAMPION… GLORY BRADDOCK!!!!!!!!!!!
Exactly.
The three competitors just stand, facing one another, preparing for the bell, suddenly it comes and instantly Laymon leaps forward, slamming a right hand into the face of Glory and another, but Priest shoves Laymon so hard he stumbles into the corner, suddenly he hits a tough right hand of his own and another, but Glory breaks it up now with a stiff martial arts kick to the ribs of Priest and another and another causing him to walk away, Jacob then lashes out again with another right hand, he tries for another, but Glory blocks this attempt and kicks him in the stomach before slamming a forearm across his back causing him to drop to one knee in the corner, she then slaps a terrifying kick into his chest, the slap echoing around the arena as the fans react loudly.
Jacob just falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring in pain, his hands covering his chest as Priest charges in behind Glory slamming a forearm across her back before placing a big knee into her ribs stopping her from even thinking about fighting back, Glory backs into the corner but Priest just slams a huge right hand across her face and another and another, he then places his large boot across her throat and just chokes her until she’s blue in the face. As he lets go she chokes for a moment, trying to get some fresh air back into her lungs, Priest just steps back and then charges back in, but Glory lifts her foot into the air catching Priest in the face and causing him to stumble, she then lashes out with a right hand catching him sweetly, however before she can gain any momentum, Priest quickly drops low and spears her back into the corner followed by some stiff shoulder strikes to her stomach, he then grabs her by the wrist and throws her across the ring, Glory charges across, quickly followed by Priest, but she manages to stop herself with her foot and quickly turns to attack Priest, but both of them have the same idea and clothesline one another to the mat, taking each other out as the fans watch on, all of them firmly behind Glory.
Both Glory and Priest roll out of the ring, trying to shake the effects of that clothesline, meanwhile, Jacob has walked away from the action and walks up the ramp to the ladder, to some cheers from the fans, he just pulls the ladder together and lifts it onto his shoulder, he slides it into the ring getting more cheers from the fans higher up in the arena and just slides in after it, quickly he picks it back up and just sets it up perfectly under the World Championship.
Brody:
Jacob looking to end this match early and why not, Glory and Priest are out of this match right now.
Sweeney:
This would surely be a record victory for a ladder match?
Brody:
I think you’d be right!
Jacob doesn’t waste anytime and practically sprints up the ladder, but Priest and Glory both see this and slide into the ring, both of them grabbing a leg of the ladder each just as Jacob’s fingers begin playing with the belt strap, but the ladder suddenly begins to tip, Jacob makes a defiant last grasp but fails and lands throat first on the top rope causing the fans to cheer loudly, however Priest quickly turns on Glory, slamming a big boot into her stomach, he then grabs her head and swings her at the fallen ladder leg, but she grabs it and blocks the attempt before slamming some tough elbows into Priests ribs breaking his hold on the back of her head, she then grabs his head instead and with momentum slams it down into the leg of the ladder causing the big man to stumble backwards and fall to one knee, he quickly stands back up however, but only for Glory to leap perfectly into the air and hit a big dropkick that drops him hard this time! Priest just grabs the ropes to try and get back up, but Glory lifts the ladder, she see’s him standing and suddenly shoves the ladder at him, catching his hands between the ladder and the ropes as the fans watch as Priest roars and shakes his hands from the impact, his fingers throbbing from it!
Priest just rolls out of the ring and cradles one of his hands as if he had broken a finger or two, the referee instantly runs over to him, however Glory turns right into Jacob who is back up and just slams the end of a different ladder right into her stomach causing her to stumble away, Jacob then throws the ladder down and waits as she turns back to face him, suddenly he charges forward, BIG BOOT TO THE FACE!! Glory drops to the mat and grabs her face in pain as the boos explode from the fans.
Jacob just walks back to the ladder and lifts it off the floor, he then places it rungs down on the middle rope and tries to set it into place, as he does, Glory stands to her feet with a stumble, she then angrily runs across the ring and leaps high into the air going for a double footed dropkick to the back of Laymon, but Jacob reads it and moves just in time causing her to land ass first onto the top of the ladder, the rungs digging into her ass and legs, the fans cringing at the impact, however Jacob isn’t finished, he hooks her head as he turns to see Priest getting treated still for his bad wrist and fingers outside the ring, however Jacob ignores this and just drops to the mat, bringing Glory down off the ladder with a spike neckbreaker to the mat causing the fans to ‘OoO’ again!
Brody:
OH! Big impact on the champion! Great move by Jacob Laymon!
Sweeney:
He completely read Glory Braddock then, he knew everything she was trying to do.
Priest just rolls back into the ring and walks across to Jacob who is still sitting on the floor, he suddenly grabs the ankles of the former owner as Glory rolls out of the ring and seems to be trying to hook in some Achilles lock, a submission move, which isn’t like Priest, however he can’t do it and instead just hooks both ankles of Jacob instead and drops back, lifting Jacob FACE FIRST right into the bottom of the ladder!!!! Jacob just drops to the mat holding his face as Priest rolls to his feet, he grabs his wrist in pain, the injury caused by Glory Braddock still obviously bothering him as he walks across to the large ladder, his eyes turning to the World title above him.
He lifts the ladder and just begins to place it, however as he is, Glory leaps back up onto the apron, she grabs the top rope and suddenly leaps up onto it before leaping into the ring, between the two ladder legs and just kicking Priest in the chest with both feet sending him backwards and through the ropes onto the ring apron. Somehow the ladder doesn’t fall and Glory, with the backing of the entire arena, just looks at the ladder herself before suddenly beginning to climb, however she notices Priest roll back into the ring and suddenly leaps back off the ladder hitting a lovely missile dropkick that takes Priest down to the mat! She then rolls back up to her feet and walks across to the second ladder, she lifts it high above her head impressively and then drops it across the chest of Priest, she then leans over the big man, talking trash to him, however Jacob suddenly re-enters the ring and to the amazement of many, leaps over her bent over body and drops her forward with a leg drop across the back of her head, squashing her face first against the rungs of the ladder!!!
Brody:
OH MY!! Big move by Jacob Laymon!!! Big, big move!
Sweeney:
Glory made a rookie mistake to. She should have been up the ladder, not talking crap to Priest, that isn’t like her at all!
The move seems to take something out of everyone as Glory and Jacob roll back out of the ring. Priest remains on the mat, but pushes the ladder off him, his hand still firmly round his opposite wrist, he to rolls out of the ring now, but it isn’t empty for long as Glory just shakes the cobwebs off, she climbs to her knees and just leans on the apron before standing up and rolling into the ring, she quickly stands and just sets the ladder up, still stumbling a little bit, but then just begins to climb, however Jacob is up now as well and does the same thing, but on the opposite side, both of them going for the top and the grand prize. They both reach the top, but Glory throws a right hand and connects and another, Laymon fires one back, Glory, Laymon, Glory, Laymon, the fans cheering and booing with each shot correctly, however, suddenly Priest rolls back in the ring, he grabs the second ladder and to a mixed reaction from the fans, slams the ladder top into the ribs of Glory Braddock sending off the ladder and throat first onto the top rope, he then slams the ladder across the back of Jacob before ramming the top into his ribs as well knocking them both from the ladder and taking everyone back to square one.
Jacob just crawls to the corner of the ring, but Priest is waiting, as he stands, Priest just throws the ladder aggressively into him causing Jacob to drop back down to the mat and roll out onto the apron.
Priest just walks back to the ladder and with everyone down, slowly begins to climb up the rungs, though he is clearly trying to keep pressure off his bad hand which is only slowing him up further and it makes him to slow as Glory gets up, she grabs the second ladder and with aggression in mind, slams the top of it into the bad wrist of Priest causing him to roar with pain before leaping back down to the canvas only for Glory to slam the ladder into his wrist and chest again the shot taking him through the ropes and all the way back to the outside.
Glory then lifts the ladder and with Priest instantly climbing back to one knee and then up to his feet, he turns but right into the scene of a flying ladder, thrown by Glory right onto Priest knocking him down to the ground, however suddenly Jacob clotheslines Glory from behind causing both of them to fly forward over the ropes and down to the mats alongside Priest as well!
Brody:
This match could go any one of three ways, all of these competitors have got a chance and nobody has really dominated.
Sweeney:
No, but its whoever can get the opportunity first Brody, they need to time to get up that ladder and that means getting in that ring, right now, they are all miles from doing that.
Glory is the first to her feet and she slowly rolls into the ring, the fans cheering loudly as they expect her to go straight for the ladder, she stands, but as she does, Priest suddenly rolls in and grabs her ankle, dragging it from under her and causing her to land face first on the mat, suddenly he hooks in an ankle lock!!! The fans are as shocked to see Priest use a submission as they are that nobody has climbed this ladder yet, however, as he keeps it locked in, bad wrist an all, Glory just crawls to the rungs off the ladder, her face in agony, her teeth grating against one another as she slowly begins to lift herself up the rungs of the ladder even with the ankle lock in place, however it doesn’t last as the impatient Priest suddenly drags her back down, pulling her by the ankle, but letting go so she lands on her feet, he then slaps his hand around Glorys throat, PRIEST SLAM!!! He lifts her, but suddenly lets go, his wrist hurting him to much, he grabs it in pain, but as he does… GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO!! Priest just drops to the mat, his arms and legs spread wide, the fans going mental as suddenly Glory glares up the ladder to her title hanging from the hook, with a slight limp, she just grabs the rungs of the ladder and begins climbing, but suddenly Jacob Laymon slides in, her to begins climbing but on the opposite side, the fans are on their feet, all of them watching, waiting for something to happen, both of them reach the top, Jacob firing the first blow, but Glory punches back, both of them throwing stiff right hands, stinging shots that have the fans waiting for one to fall, time and time again with each shot, both Glory and Jacob look like letting go and dropping to the mat, ultimately seeing their chance to be World Champion disappear, but somehow they continue to hold on, they don’t let go.
Brody:
This is tense!
Glory fires another right hand, but Jacob blocks it and suddenly grabs her head, slamming it against the top of the ladder and again, suddenly to screams from the fans, Glory slips down a rung on the ladder, instantly Jacob is on to this and reaches up, his hand touching the belt, the hook swinging as he tries to unhook it, as he tries to end an era, but Glory is quickly back up and slams a right hand into his stomach and another, Laymon brings his arm back down but gets a stiff right hand to his face rocking him for a moment, this time, Glory reaches up to the title, her hand touching it and Jacob doesn’t stop her, instead, he to reaches up, both of them are holding the title!!!
Brody:
Is it unhooked?
Sweeney:
I don’t know, I can’t see!!
Suddenly the belt unravels and falls from the hook, but Laymon has one end of the World Championship, Glory is pulling on the other end, both of them in a tug of war, but only one can become the World Champion, the fans are chanting, cheering, applauding, all of them in support of Glory Braddock, she continues to tug as does Laymon, neither giving up or giving in, however, Priest is suddenly up, the angry giant of a man, just grabs the ladder and begins rocking, it, with there free hands, Jacob and Glory hold on, but not for long, suddenly Priest just shoves the ladder!!! GLORY AND JACOB BOTH TIP WITH IT AND FALL OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING, HOLY SHIT!!! BUT WHO HAD THE TITLE??
The fans are as confused as everyone else, in the ring Priest just drops to one knee, his hand holding his wrist, the fans are all looking around, suddenly the referee runs around to them, Jacob and Glory are lying right next to one another, both of them face down, the title is underneath them, but STILL nobody can see who is actually holding the title still.
Sweeney:
What the fuck!?! Who’s the champion!?!
Brody:
I’ve no idea, both fell and the referee can’t move them in case he accidentally moves the title unfairly in the favour of one of the opponents.
The official just kneels between them and looks for the belt underneath there bodies, but he doesn’t have to look long as Jacob Laymon suddenly rolls over!!! The official stands up and calls for the bell!!!
Sweeney:
IS IT!?! Is it Laymon? Has he done it?
Brody:
I can’t believe it, has Jacob just won the title! Just like he said!
The official runs across to the ring announcer, the fans all still waiting as Jacob can be seen on all fours, Glory Braddock now moving as well.
Tom Hammond:
Ladies and Gentleman, the referee can now confirm who has won this match, your winner and STILLL WORLD CHAMPION… GLORY BRADDOCK!!!!!!!!!!!
Brody:
HOLY SHIT! SHE HELD ON!!!
The fans go mental, the entire arena leaping up and down as the cameras now show Glory rolling onto her back, the title held firmly in her arms, Priest just sits in the ring, lost, his final opportunity at the title, gone. Even Jacob can’t believe it. Her music explodes through the speakers as Glory just gets to her feet, a smile beaming across her face! She rolls into the ring, the fans getting even louder as she holds the title out in front of her before planting a kiss on it, she turns to see Priest roll out of the ring and just walk up the ramp, no looking back. Yet she grins further and with a rush of adrenalin, just roars as she lifts her title above her head!
However the cheers quickly turn to screeches and boos as suddenly Jacob Laymon slides in the ring, he slams a forearm across her back and another and another, Glory drops the belt suddenly as Jacob spins her around and slaps his hand around her throat, GODIVA’S KISS!!! HE HITS IT!!! Jacob angrily just stands over Glory, his words furious, his eyes intense, he continues to point in the face of Glory, pain riding through her body after the chokeslam, but Jacob isn’t done, he grabs her by the hair and to an outrage of boos from the fans just boots her in the stomach and places her head between his legs, he then showcases this to the entire arena before suddenly lifting her up onto his shoulder and then tugging her above his head, OWNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Glory is laid out on the mat, her eyes shut, her body motionless as Jacob leans down and grabs the World Heavyweight Championship, he places his foot on her chest suddenly and just grins from ear to ear for the first time, his eyes focused on the World title.
Brody:
SON OF A BITCH! He didn’t win it, he didn’t win a god damn thing!
Sweeney:
He’s pissed Brody, what do you expect? Glory probably stole that from him when they were on the floor, we don’t know that she didn’t!
Brody:
Bullshit! He let go on the way down, she won this fair and square!
Jacob just lifts the title in the air and closes his eyes, however as he does, the sound of static suddenly comes across the big screen followed by a cackling, sickening laugh, Jacob confused and concerned just lowers the title and glares at the big screen, he steps away from Glory allowing the officials to roll the World Champion from harm’s way. “What the fuck is this?” Comes the shout from Jacob over and over to the surrounding officials, but nobody seems to know, suddenly the lights go out and the entire arena is in pitch darkness, bolts of electricity seem to appear and with loud clashing sounds, move from the spotlights above the ring to the big screen, the static suddenly becomes a fiery screen, words appearing on it in black.
“THE CLOCK IS TICKING… TICK… TOCK… TICK… TOCK…”
“MY REVENGE IS COMING… TICK… TOCK… TICK… TOCK”
Suddenly a spark of flames explodes from the staging and then down the ramp, the fans and Jacob alike, leaping out of there skin at how loud it was. More words then appear…
“YOU BURNT ME AND I FELT ANGER…
BUT SOON…
HOLY SHIT! SHE HELD ON!!!
The fans go mental, the entire arena leaping up and down as the cameras now show Glory rolling onto her back, the title held firmly in her arms, Priest just sits in the ring, lost, his final opportunity at the title, gone. Even Jacob can’t believe it. Her music explodes through the speakers as Glory just gets to her feet, a smile beaming across her face! She rolls into the ring, the fans getting even louder as she holds the title out in front of her before planting a kiss on it, she turns to see Priest roll out of the ring and just walk up the ramp, no looking back. Yet she grins further and with a rush of adrenalin, just roars as she lifts her title above her head!
However the cheers quickly turn to screeches and boos as suddenly Jacob Laymon slides in the ring, he slams a forearm across her back and another and another, Glory drops the belt suddenly as Jacob spins her around and slaps his hand around her throat, GODIVA’S KISS!!! HE HITS IT!!! Jacob angrily just stands over Glory, his words furious, his eyes intense, he continues to point in the face of Glory, pain riding through her body after the chokeslam, but Jacob isn’t done, he grabs her by the hair and to an outrage of boos from the fans just boots her in the stomach and places her head between his legs, he then showcases this to the entire arena before suddenly lifting her up onto his shoulder and then tugging her above his head, OWNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Glory is laid out on the mat, her eyes shut, her body motionless as Jacob leans down and grabs the World Heavyweight Championship, he places his foot on her chest suddenly and just grins from ear to ear for the first time, his eyes focused on the World title.
Brody:
SON OF A BITCH! He didn’t win it, he didn’t win a god damn thing!
Sweeney:
He’s pissed Brody, what do you expect? Glory probably stole that from him when they were on the floor, we don’t know that she didn’t!
Brody:
Bullshit! He let go on the way down, she won this fair and square!
Jacob just lifts the title in the air and closes his eyes, however as he does, the sound of static suddenly comes across the big screen followed by a cackling, sickening laugh, Jacob confused and concerned just lowers the title and glares at the big screen, he steps away from Glory allowing the officials to roll the World Champion from harm’s way. “What the fuck is this?” Comes the shout from Jacob over and over to the surrounding officials, but nobody seems to know, suddenly the lights go out and the entire arena is in pitch darkness, bolts of electricity seem to appear and with loud clashing sounds, move from the spotlights above the ring to the big screen, the static suddenly becomes a fiery screen, words appearing on it in black.
“THE CLOCK IS TICKING… TICK… TOCK… TICK… TOCK…”
“MY REVENGE IS COMING… TICK… TOCK… TICK… TOCK”
Suddenly a spark of flames explodes from the staging and then down the ramp, the fans and Jacob alike, leaping out of there skin at how loud it was. More words then appear…
“YOU BURNT ME AND I FELT ANGER…
BUT SOON…
I SHALL BURN YOU AND YOU SHALL FEEL NOTHING BUT AGONY AND PAIN…”
Jacob suddenly seems to know who this is and his face drops, his eyes become wide, his head slowly begins to shake from side to side, his mouth saying the word ‘no’ over and over again.
“MY TIME IS COMING JACOB…
…DANTE’S TIME… IS COMING…”
An explosion of cheers, a sound like nothing heard before just explodes from around the arena, nobody able to believe what they’ve just seen, not even Jacob, suddenly the screen goes black and the entire arena is in pitch darkness, the only sounds are those of the fans in the arena speaking with excitement about what has just happened.
Suddenly they re-appear and the cheers explode even louder, the roof practically comes off the Wembley Arena, Jacob Laymon is still shaking his head at the screen, his face full of disbelief, he turns to face the ring again, but gets a kick to the stomach and his arms hooked, THE HOT SHOT BY ANGELICA JONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANGELICA JONES IS BACK AND SHE JUST LAID OUT JACOB LAYMON!!!
The fans are going insane as she just stands up and walks across the ring, lifting the World title and then handing it back to Glory Braddock through the ropes, the World Champion just angrily glares in the ring and then walks up the ramp as Angelica walks back over to Jacob, her eyes furious, her face cold and expressionless, she then leans down and just smiles as Jacob lays out cold, the credits then appearing in the corner.
The show… Coming to an end.
Jacob suddenly seems to know who this is and his face drops, his eyes become wide, his head slowly begins to shake from side to side, his mouth saying the word ‘no’ over and over again.
“MY TIME IS COMING JACOB…
…DANTE’S TIME… IS COMING…”
An explosion of cheers, a sound like nothing heard before just explodes from around the arena, nobody able to believe what they’ve just seen, not even Jacob, suddenly the screen goes black and the entire arena is in pitch darkness, the only sounds are those of the fans in the arena speaking with excitement about what has just happened.
Suddenly they re-appear and the cheers explode even louder, the roof practically comes off the Wembley Arena, Jacob Laymon is still shaking his head at the screen, his face full of disbelief, he turns to face the ring again, but gets a kick to the stomach and his arms hooked, THE HOT SHOT BY ANGELICA JONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANGELICA JONES IS BACK AND SHE JUST LAID OUT JACOB LAYMON!!!
The fans are going insane as she just stands up and walks across the ring, lifting the World title and then handing it back to Glory Braddock through the ropes, the World Champion just angrily glares in the ring and then walks up the ramp as Angelica walks back over to Jacob, her eyes furious, her face cold and expressionless, she then leans down and just smiles as Jacob lays out cold, the credits then appearing in the corner.
The show… Coming to an end.
