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Monday Night Revolution; May 12, 2008
Topic Started: May 11 2008, 10:03 PM (213 Views)
Nikolas Turner
EWF Staff
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[size=4]Monday Night Revolution Opening Video[/size]
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[size=4]::A huge explosion fill the arena, followed by the pyro. Cameras swing around the arena to cheering fans. After a quick whiz around the arena, the camera switches to the EWF Commentators::

John Stubbs: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Monday Night Revolution as we are here in Heinze Field in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The arena tonight is sold out as 60 thousand fans are in attendance here for the first Revolution in a long time and may I say I am happy to be back sitting next to my broadcast partner Mike Adams !

Mike Adams: John just listen to these fans as they are blowing the roof off of this arena here tonight. We got a huge first night for you as we are going to see some old EWF veterans take part in some matches as well as new wrestlers.

John Stubbs: Yes, also we got a new Monday Night General Manager that goes by the name of Logan O’ Riley that from what we heard he will be out here shortly as he will be opening the show with a important announcement. So I am certainly looking forward to that

Mike Adams: As am I! Tonight we have 4 very important matches in that ring though John. We will see 4 contender matches for the International Title. I don’t know just yet what will happen with the winner next week but the only thing I can say is obviously this pushes the winners one step closer to that International title!

John Stubbs: Oh boy, I can’t wait! We have a very interesting pre-main event match that will be taking place later on as we will see not one but two former world champs go one on one in that very ring. We will see the return of the World Heavyweight Champion Ryot take on the x Legacy Champion of Mayhem Mike Howard! If I am not mistaken I don’t think these two have ever met am I correct Mike?

Mike Adams: Nope, these two superstars have never went one on one with one another in that ring and to top that off these two will face off in a No Disqualification match! Can you say DAMN!

John Stubbs: Awesome! Than last but not least we got the returning Legacy Champion “The Global Assassin” Andrew Watts taking on Marcus Vincent Preston here in the main event tonight.

Mike Adams: I am honestly looking forward to that because I had been hearing a lot of word in the back how much Andrew Watts that heavyweight title and nothing can stop him but those were just words can MVP shut him down early?

John Stubbs: I can’t say all I know is this will be a match to watch! Wait a minutes I am getting word from the back that General Manger Logan O’ Riley is sitting in his Office.............[/size]

-Opening Segment-
Involving: General Manager Logan O’ Riley


The scene opens up as Logan is sitting in his office, on the phone as the camera zooms in on him

Logan: Yes, well why not? I order it for.......Oh you know what let me go. I got some business to attend to.

Logan shut his cell phone than speaks into the camera

Logan: Well welcome to the first Revolution in a long time and I am your new General Manager Logan O’ Riley! I look forward to taking Revolution to new heights and climb bigger hills. I got a few early surprises under my sleeve and I shall reveal the first one right here right now.

Logan goes to his desk opens his bottom draw and pulls out something that is big and heavy in a black gym bag, he places the bag on his desk and begins to speak again

Logan: So you may all ask yourself what is in this bag right before me? Well it is something that will catch almost everyone’s attention . This will be my first order of business around here as I will announce right here tonight that.....

Logan reaches in the gym bag and pulls out the X-Division Championship title, He than places it on his desk and continues speaking

Logan: Sitting on my desk is the X-Division Championship and there will be a champion crowned next week for this title. Now here is the major announcement that I promised I would have here tonight. Next week there will be a Elimination Fatal Four Way match for this X-Division Championship inside that EWF ring.....Who will the contenders be you ask yourself? Well that will be revealed at the end of the night.

Logan places the title back into the gym bag as he walks around his desk and sits down.

Logan: Let me be the first to wish you all taking part in those contender matches here tonight the best of luck but this is only round 1. The winners will go onto next week and face the opposing winner of the match after or before them in a singles match but not any ordinary match. They will compete in a 15 foot steel cage! Than the winners of those matches will meet May 26th for that International Championship and guess what.

He looks down at the calendar than looks back up at the camera

Logan: It seems that our June Pay-Per-View Kings of Hell is right around the corner and is set for June 8th. Therefore whoever comes out of this the International Champion May 26th, be prepared to make your first title defense at Kings of Hell! So like I said I had a huge announcement here tonight and it seems like it turned into 2 huge announcements. This is just the beginning of history as I will take Revolution to a level it has never reached. Now if you excuse me I got some work to do.

The camera slowly fades out as they send it back to the broadcast team.


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Sean Williams: This match is a singles match, introducing first he comes from Montreal, Quebec, Canada and weights in at 227 pounds! He is The Living Highlight!

The Living Highlight comes out as he storms to the ring and awaits him opponent

Sean Williams: His opponent coming from Las Angeles, California and weights in at 24 pounds! Let’s hear it for Ryan Streets!

Light go out and some gunshots can be heard. Afterwards Figure 9 by Linkin Park hits the PA System and Ryan Street comes out walking slowly down the aisle with a cocky and confident look on his face. The fans try to touch him but they are completely ignored by the man they call the best shooter in town. When he enters the ring, he climbs to the 2nd rope and taunts at the fans who completely boo him.

~Bell Rings~

Both men eye each other down in the ring before even walking a step. Street moves closer to Highlight as Streets get’s in the face and shoves Highlight away. Highlight looks back than look at the crowd and storms back with a right jab right to the head of Streets sending him down to th mat. Highlight gets on the attack early picking up Streets, whipping him into the ropes than sending Streets down with a spinebuster!

Stubbs: This match started off quick!

Adams: Yes sir! Now lets see if The Living Highlight can keep these early momentum going.

Highlight waste no time and stomps on the upper body of Streets, Highlight than hits the mat and rolls up Streets for the pin

1....


Kick out!

Streets kicks out with force as Highlight gets to his feet and grabs the head of Street. Highlight than ties up with Streets and goes for a suplex, before Highlight could even get him up Streets gives Highlight a shot to the mid section to break the hold. Streets follows that up with a devastating DDT! Highlight seems to be in a great deal of pain after receiving that DDT, Streets uses his technical skills and goes to the feet of Highlight and locks on a figure four leg lock! The ref gets down to check on Highlight as he is using all his might not to tap out....

Stubbs: What a match! It seems The Living Highlight is not in a good spot right now.

Adams: Gee, ya think? This match can be over in seconds if he can’t break this hold!

Streets applies the hold tighter as Highlight is barely hanging in there. The ref continuous to check on him. Highlight slowly tries to slide to the ropes, he is only a few feet away as he continues to fight through the pain. Streets yet again applies more force to the hold..........Highlight IS SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS!!!!!! He gets only inches away.............................HE EXTEND THATS ARM..................................................................................HE GRABS THE ROPE AS STREETS HAS TO BREAK THE HOLD!

Stubbs: Wow, talk about lucky. I mean I thought it was over.

Adams: Yeah you and me both but I have a feeling Street might pick up the win.

Stubbs: Why?

Adams: Well I don’t think The Living Highlight would be able to walk after being in that excruciating hold for that long....

Highlight seems to be in bad shape now as he grabs his right leg. Streets see’s this and takes advantage of it, Streets picks up Highlight, ties up with him and tries to hit a backbreaker but somehow Highlight slipped out of it. Highlight grabs Streets head and tries to hit a running bulldog but Streets counter that into a Russian Leg Sweep sending Highlight down with force! Streets now goes for the pin

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

Stubbs: What great action we just seen there. Counter after counter but Streets wound up getting the better end of it. If Living Highlight is not careful Streets will take that match very soon


Adams: I will agree with you but anything can happen in this business, remember that! Living Highlight might be able to turn this match around in one move who knows?

Streets looks up at the crowd and signals for his finisher called The Revolver, he grabs Highlights legs but Highlight realizes what he is doing and instantly grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells Streets to break it up as Streets looks at the ref in anger. Streets start to get into the refs face as he turns his back to Highlight who tries to get to one leg. As Streets turns around Highlights catches him with a Dropkick. Highlight and Streets get to their feet about the same time, Highlight still favoring that leg ducks under a clothesline from Streets to deliver a beautiful hurricarana!

Stubbs: How the hell did he do that with that leg of his!

Adams: If you want to win a match you’ll do anything to win it!

It seems he might have damaged that leg more, he holds his knee in pain but slides over to Streets for the pin....

1...

2...

Kick out!

Streets Kicked out as Highlight is hits mat in aggravation. Highlight slowly gets up once again favoring that leg. He awaits for Streets to get to his feet, as Streets turns around he walks into the Shooting Star Cutting planting Streets down hard! Highlight slowly walks over to the turnbuckle taking his time, he than gets to the top signaling for The Highlight of the Night.

Stubbs: Someone’s going airborne! If he hits this consider it a sealed deal!

Adams: Its over I told you since the beginning this was going to happen.

Winner:::::::::::Highlight
He leaps off the turnbuckle and hits the Highlight of the Night, he throws his arm over Streets shoulders as the ref slides into position

1.....

2....

3....

Sean Williams: Your Winner via pinfall The Living Highlight!!!!!


Segment
Involving: Justin Andrews and Matt Moore


EWF interviewer Matt Moore is seen backstage. He is dressed in a pair of black dress pants, a white button down t-shirt, a black jacket that is buttoned halfway and a microphone in his hand. Next to him EWF newcomer Justin Andrews who is new to the viewers which is the reason that they don't give much of a reaction. Matt Moore begins to speak.

Matt Moore: Ladies and gentlemen I am currently here with EWF newcomer Justin Andrews. Justin first off I would like to say, on behalf of the EWF and myself. Welcome to Revolution!

Justin Andrews stands with Matt Moore, wearing his trademark sunglasses and of course his attire also. Justin smiles and looks at Matt and speaks.

Justin Andrews: Yo, Yo, Yo, Thank you for this intro homie, I appreciate that man. It is good to make a return in this ring after the XWF released my contract after I made hell of an impact. But, when I was offered this contract I felt I can show the world that I am back and i can lay out any homie that can stand in my way. I am getting a little too carried away. Asks the questions Moore.

Matt Moore: Well, homie.

Matt laughs, thinking he made a joke but really made himself look like an idiot on television as he continues.

Matt Moore: Well the first question everyone wants to know is. What are your intentions here?

Justin Andrews: Well, I have no intentions. I just do what I do in the business. I mean what every chance I get, I go for it.

Matt Moore looks a bit shocked and puzzled. He thinks to himself "No intentions?"

Matt Moore: Wow, that’s a different approach than most superstars. You will be in your first match next week here on Revolution. Do you have anything you want to say to your opponent whoever he may be?

Justin Andrews: Well, I hope my opponent is listening because this is for him. I don't care who you are. I just want you to know, I am a superstar that is full of surprises, so you never know. I might cheat. I might play it fair. It all depends on how you play. So, play fair because if you don't. I will make sure you will play fair

Matt Moore nods his head as he continues.

Matt Moore: Is there a certain title that you might think of going for? Say, Heavyweight, International or X-Division?

Justin Andrews: I would love to go for all of them, but mostly the Heavyweight.

Matt Moore: Well that is a rather hard championship to go for. I mean there is Andrew Watts, Ryot, Mike Howard. Just a bunch of guys that will surely go for that championship, how does that effect your opinion? Does it make it seem like a tougher challenge or even change your mind a bit?

Justin Andrews: Moore, I love competition. It makes me hype for my match. Win or Lose. It makes me glad that I pulled my best effort.

Matt Moore nods his head as he slowly wraps up the interview.

Matt Moore: Well that wraps this up. Josh, Mike back to you guys.


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Sean Williams: The following contest is schedualed for one fall and it is an International Championship tournament match! Making his way to the ring first...

Smoke slowly begins to fill up the entrance way as Mosh begins to play over the P.A. system. The lights slowly begin to dim as a figure emerges from the backstage area with his head down. The fans give a mixed reaction, a few cheering, a few waiting to see who this is. He then lifts his head and clicks his knuckles together, looking around at all of the fans, anxious to see the next match. He takes a few steps, stopping before reaching the top of the ramp.
Sean Williams: From Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing in at a 198 pounds! Mark Steele!

Mark Steele begins to walk down the ramp, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. He stops halfway down, throwing a few pounches and kicks to the air as he continues down the ramp, making his way to the ring and jumping onto the apron. He enters the ring, circling it a few times and stopping in front of the turnbuckle where he throws a few practice blows at the top turnbuckle pad as his music slowly fades out and he awaits his opponent.

John Stubbs: My God, Mark looks pumped up tonight. He really wants to get his hands on Best tonight.

"Bloodsplattered Satisfaction" by Waking the Cadaver plays over PA system. The fans instantly begin to boo as Best comes out from behind the curtain with a strut. He stands at the beginning of the stage, and waits, looking from side to side with a cocky smirk on his face. Gold and red sparks fly from behind and under him as he throws his hands up simultaneously, he whipes his shoulders from the sparks that flew on him as he takes a few more steps.

Sean Williams: And his opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana. Weighing in at a 255 pounds. Best in the Business!

Best continues to walk to the ring making obscene gestures to fans who boo him. He stops halfway down the ramp, arguing with a fan who flips him the bird. Best spits right in the guys face as the fan whipes his face in disgust. Best continues down the ramp, laughing as he stomps up the stairs. Best enters the ring, looking at Mark Steele who is across from him as he climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms. He jumps down as his music slowly fades and the two men await the bell.

Mike Adams: Best is the one who looks pumped, I think he will be getting his hands on Steele and not the way you like manly hands on you.

John Stubbs: Shut up already. We aren't even halfway through the show and I am already sick of you...AGAIN.

The bells rings as Mark attacks with a forearm smash that takes Best down to the mat, but quickly getting up is best. Both superstars stop and stare down at each other. Mark trys to attack once more but Best counters and hits a high impact clothesline on Mark. Mark gets up but not quick. Mark surprises Best with a Roundhouse Kick hitting Best straight in the face. Best leans on the ropes holding his nose.

Mike Adams: Did you see that roundhouse kick, that nearly took his head off!

Mark takes Best and Irish whipes him and hits him with Jumping calf kick that takes Best down on the mat. Mark Covers...

ONEEEEEEEEE!!!

KICKOUT!

Best regains his focus and strikes back with a couple punches to the gut and a eye poke. The referee warns him but of course Best ignores him as Best hits him with back suplex, Mark trys to get up as fast as he can but Mark gets smashed by a big boot.

John Stubbs: DID YOU SEE THAT BIG BOOT! It nearly knocked him out!

Best covers Mark


ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NO!!!!


Best is in shock he just landed a strong big boot and Mark kicks out. Best picks him up and lands his suplex. Best drags Mark to the nearest turnbuckle laying him out and gets on the top-rope.

Mike Adams: HIT THAT SON OF A BITCH!

John Stubbs: Mike, he is going sky high!

Best taunts and shouts. He jumps and trys to hit a diving Leg drop, but Mark moves over. Best screams and goes on his knees holding his thigh, when out of no where...Mark hits a Shining Wizard on the side of the head!

John Stubbs: OH! What a hit!

Mike Adams: Get up! Get up Best!

Mark covers!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!


Mark wins the match. WAIT NO! but the referee finds Best's foot on the ropes. Mark finds out and he screaming and strikes Best with a load of foot stomps. Mark picks Best up and hits a Side belly to belly suplex. After, he locks in a rear naked choke.

John Stubbs: Choke hold locked in tightly...

Best fights out by reversing his choke hold to a jawbreaker. Mark going groggy and walking around holding his jaw as Best hits a spinning Spinebuster. Best picks him up and tucks his head in his arm, puts Mark's arm over his head and lifts him up for about 7 seconds and lands Mark on his head. Cover


ONEEEEEEEEEEEE


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOO!!

Mike Adams and Josh Stubbs: WHAT IN THE HELL!?!

Best argues with the referee saying he miss counted. Mark gets up in pain and lands a shoulder block on Best's back which causes him to fall on the ref. Mark low blows Best and lands a big yakuza kick! After, he lifts him up and Lands a Steele Driver, head first. He wakes the referee up, as the referee wakes up. Mark looks at Best and stands there and locks in his Dragon Sleeper.

Mike Adams: It just might be over!

Best tries to find a way to release his hold but Mark just releases the hold after Best pokes him in the eye. The referee tells him, if he does it one more time he is disqualified. Mark with a bending position rubbing his eye, but instead Best kicks him in the mid section and lands a Piledriver, which Mark gets out of and Mark pokes him in the eye also. Mark lifts Best with great strength and ready for the Steele Driver. After he lands him, he pins him 1...2...Kickout! The Steele driver wasn't really effective for Best, so Mark positions him up for the Atlanta Destroyer. Mark tries to land the Destroyer but Best flips him over. As Mark gets up he gets hit with a high impact Big boot which could be heard over the arena. Best, Picks him up in a Suplex Position and Best Brainbuster!!!!!. Best goes for a cover with his hand on Mark's face.


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Best looks up and smiles as the Match ends with a great amount of boos. He does a taunt that says the title will be his as he slides out of the ring under the bottom rope.

Sean Williams: Here is your winner, BEST IN THE BUSINESS!!!

John Stubbs: Imagine, Best in the Business as EWF International Champion. I LOVE IT!

Mike Adams: That may just happen.

Best makes his way to the top of the ramp. He said he would win and he did, he taunts once again as he exits to the backstage area.


Segment
-A short but powerful interview-
Involving: Marcus Vincent Preston and Matt Moore


The titantron lights up and we can see MVP getting out of his car. (((Interviewer))) walks up to MVP and MVP jumps back a little when the mic is thrust into his face.

Matt Moore: MVP! How's it going? Are you nervous that you are in the main event for the first new Revolution?

MVP: First off...back off me, you almost clocked me with that mic and second...I don't get nervous. I'm in the main event for a reason. Front office knows that I am a Franchise Player and that I am going to put butts in seats and sell tons of t shirts, which means I am going to make money for them...that is why I am in the main event.

Matt Moore: OK, I see...what about your opponent? Andrew Watts is a former Legacy Champion.

MVP: I know that he is no slouch but he happens to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. He is an innocent bystander...he's the person that gets hit by the bus on the only day that they ever walked to work...and it's unfortunate...in another place and in another time, Watts and I could of been friends...maybe even tag together to kick someone else’s ass but this time and in this place, he has to meet in the ring.

Matt Moore: What about..

MVP puts a hand in the face of (((Interviewer))) and takes the mic from him.

MVP: Lookie here, Punky Drewster...you are about to go one....on one....with the Phenomenal One and tonight...I am going to walk down that aisle and I'll hear the adulation of the millions...

MVP tilts his head up and the crowd yells out "And Millions!"

MVP: ...and millions of MVP's fans as I beat your ass from pillar to post. You, my metro sexual little friend...are about to be the first victim in a long list of victims, on my way to the EWF Championship...and there isn't one thing that you can do about it...and why is that? Because you aren't Phenomenal.

MVP starts to leave but stops.

MVP: Like the Phenomenal One is...I'll see you in the ring.

MVP hands the mic back to Matt Moore, takes his bag out of the car and leaves the garage area.


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Sean Williams: The following contest is a one fall contest and it is an International Championship tournament match! First...

Cocky by Kid Rock bursts over the P.A. system. The crowd gives a few cheers, some knowing the superstar others not knowing him at all. He slowly walks out from the backstage area, instantly posing, showing off his arms. He seems like a body building type wrestler and we believe that is exactly what he is. He takes a few steps, making his way down the ramp, flexing the whole time. He gives out a few high fives and the fans he gives them to go crazy. Girls look on, feeling hot for the superstar before them, he smiles at a few girls in the audience, stopping halfway down the ramp, dropping to his knees and doing a muscle taunt.
Sean Williams: Making his way to the ring from Charleston, West Virginia! He weights in at a 225 pounds! Big Daddy!!!

Mike Adams: What a showoff

John Stubbs: I think the fans are enjoying it.

Big Daddy gets up from his knees, walking down the end of the ramp and quickly jogging up the black steel steps. He walks onto the apron, stopping hallway and posing, leaning back against it. He enters the ring through the middle rope, hopping to the middle turnbuckle and posing his muscles yet again. He jumps down, circling the ring a few times, thinking about what a big match he is in as his music slowly fades and he awaits his opponent.

John Stubbs: What a night we have had here tonight and it should continue with this great tournament match!

Sean Williams: And his opponent...

The roar of the crowd is unbelievable as "Breathe" by Prodigy hits the airwaves. Red lights begin to pulsate around, with the camera to fans with homemade signs for various superstars. The lights underneath the stage turn on, shining through the ramp and a series of rather disturbing pictures of a bloody Creed begins to slowly cascade on the screen. Next, a video begins with Creed viciously stabbing himself in the forehead with a fork plays, soon fading into a video of Creed giving staple shots to an opponent and that bleeds into A video of Creed lighting an opponent's chest with some sick strong-style spirited chops. A plume of smoke crosses the stage, followed by another red light, which soon flickers...

Sean Williams: Making his way to the ring from the Darkest Alley of New York City! Weighing in at 225 pounds! CREED!!!

Confusion sets in when Creed doesn't appear. Instead, the song continues to rip through the arena, destroying the ears of the fans. Soon enough, spotlights begin to dance across the crowd as a mob forms... and in a mob-like fashion, they all gather in one spot -- with the wrestler known as Creed in the center. The fans tug on him, as he fights his way through the crowd, risking life and limb as he stands on a front row chair with his other foot propped on a steel guardrail. Creed does his trademark crucifix pose, while the ruthless crowd gives "The Psychotic Mutilator" a verbal lashing. Hopping over the rail, he slides inside, stands in the middle of the ring and does his crucifix pose. Creed races to each four turnbuckles and does the exact same pose, until deciding to sit in the corner, listening as his music fades out.

John Stubbs: This match will be a knockout.

The two men circile the ring, awaiting the ring bell, staring at each other in the eye, not being able to wait another second, wanting to rip each others heads off here in their first match in the EWF. The bell rings, the anticipation in the ring is amazingly high as the two stars move in towards each other.

John Stubbs: HERE WE GO!!

Mike Adams: Creed will kill him. I predict it.

John Stubbs: Yeah and your wrong nine out of ten.

They lock hands, Creed overpowers Big Daddy into a headlock, kneeing him in the gut. Big Daddy throws him into the ropes, Creed comes back as BD goes for a clothesline. Creed ducks under BD's clothesline, bouncing off the ropes again and coming back with a huge spear, jumping on top of BD and powering away with right hands to the head of BD. Creed is pulled off by the referee, standing up, kicking BD in the chest and shoulder. BD manages to get away, sliding out of the ring, standing out of the ring, staring at Creed, whiping his bloody lip. Creed taunts, a smile on his face.

John Stubbs: Wow Creed is firing away in the early opening of this match.

Mike Adams: Wait? Wait a second? Who did I say was going to win?

John Stubbs: It's not over yet.

Creed looks as if he is not going to do anything but just then he bursts through the middle rope with a diving clothesline outside the ring, taking out BD but hitting his own head on the ground as well. They both lay on the ground, pretty hurt as the referee walks closer to the ropes, and begins to count the two men out.

ONEEE!!!!

TWOOO!!!!!!

THREEEEE!!!!!!!!!

FOUUUUURRRR!!!!!!!!!

Both men slowly begin to get up.

FIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Creed gets to a knee, BD slowly falls back down.

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!

Creed stands up but is pretty groggy, BD finally on his knees.
SEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENNNN!!!!!!

Creed can see in front of him, BD is finally up on his feet they begin to hammer away at each other.

EEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!

They continue to fire away at each other.

NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

They keep firing away, then finally stop. Looking at each other, eyes wide open, jaws dropped. They quickly burst towards the ring, both sliding in just before the ten count.

Josh Stubbs: Boy was that close

Mike Adams: I think Creed whispered to BD to stop fighting and get in.

Josh Stubbs: Are you calling the guy dumb?

Creed attacks BD with a few punches to the head, throwing him against the turnbuckle. He climbs up to the middle rope, leaning on BD as he begins to hammer away with punches and the fans count, 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8, and as he goes for number 9 BD grabs his hand, placing both his hands under the legs of Creed and hitting him with a huge powerbomb. Creed's back smashes against the canvas and BD does a little side flip after bouncing on the canvas, landing on his back as well as both me lay on the ground pretty beaten up.

Mike Adams: Come on! That was a low blow.

Josh Stubbs: What?? Where???

Mike Adams: After the powerbomb he hit him in the junk with his head.

Josh Stubbs: Yeah okay...

Mike Adams: Unless he was maybe trying to give him head.

Josh Stubbs: Your disgusting.

Both men slowly begin to get up, Big Daddy a bit faster than Creed. They both get to their feet after a few seconds, a bit groggy as Creed spins around and is met by a kick to the gut. BD grabs the head of Creed, holding him by the air, Creed hunched over from the kick as he takes a thigh to the gut, followed by another. BD then sets up for a DDT, holding Creed in position and falling backwards, hitting a huge DDT! BD thinks about going for the cover but instead he wants to inflict more damage as he begins to climb the turnbuckle, making his way to the top and diving for a huge diving headbutt, only to miss! Creed didn't move one bit but Big Daddy missed completely, his face smashing against the canvas and no one knowing what happened.

Mike Adams: Wow, this guy is a bigger retard than I thought.

Josh Stubbs: Wait, no, give us a replay.

The titantron shows us a reply, all the fans watching it as there is no action in the ring, other than both men attempting to get up at the same time yet again. We take a closer look in slow motion, noticing that Big Daddy's foot got tangled up in the ropes, which caused the inaccurate jump. We focus more on the ring, Creed is on his feet, Big Daddy on a knee. Creed has no idea what happened and laughs a bit, as he walks over to BD, slapping him in the head, toying with him as he stomps on his fingers. BD rolls around holding his hand in pain as Creed walks over to him yet again, delivering a huge kick to the head. Creed has a cocky smile on his face, control of the match is his. He walks over to BD, grabbing him by the hair, pulling him up and throwing him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. BD slowly backs up, hunched over, holding his shoulder. Creed dropkicks him in the behind, sending him flying forward, his face bouncing off of the middle turnbuckle as he hits the canvas.

Josh Stubbs: Creed is just adding insult to injury.

Mike Adams: No, I'd say hes just kicking some ass.

Creed walks over to the downed opponent, again grabbing his hair, but not this time says Big Daddy. BD does a back roll, grabbing Creed by the tights and throwing him through the middle rope and out of the ring as Creed lands hard on his back. Big Daddy makes his way to his feet, sliding out of the ring and grabbing the head of Creed, smashing it into the steel steps, nearly cutting him open. He grabs Creed by the back of the head, whipping him over the barricade and into the fans who go crazy. Creed slowly attempts to get up, leaning over the barricade as Big Daddy hops onto the barricade, walking on it slowly and jumping in the air hitting a leg drop on Creed who was still leaning his head and upper body of the barricade. His head flew forward, smashing into the barricade as he came flipping over onto the ground.

Mike Adams: Come on that’s a cheap shot.

BD not realizing the referees count until he hears the word...SEVEN!!!! He quickly lifts up his opponent, tossing him into the ring as he hears EIGHT!!!! He jumps onto the canvas, slowly climbing the turnbuckle, stalking his opponent as he slowly and barely makes his way to his feet. BD signals for the finish. Creed's back is to him and he has no idea where he is. Big Daddy stands on the middle turnbuckle as he jumps off, flipping over Creed. DADDY MAKER!!!! NO!!!!! Creed ducked at the last second as if he had eyes on the back. BD landed roughly on his back as Creed jumped on him for the cover...

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOO!!!!!!!

BD gets a shoulder up, no one could believe it. He hit pretty hard and it looked as if his eyes had rolled into the back of his head. Creed argued with the referee for a bit and by that time BD had made it to his feet without Creed realizing. He stalked Creed and as Creed turned around he was met with a kick to the gut. While he was hunched over BD ran to the ropes, coming back, thinking he would be hitting a huge DDT, but instead he was met with a kick to the face out of nowhere. BD looked as if he was out. Creed thought about going for the cover but knew it wasn’t enough.

Mike Adams: COVER HIM! COME ON CREED!

Josh Stubbs: Z..Z...Z....Z....Z

Mike Adams: Yeah, go to sleep.

Josh Stubbs: Your sucking up is just THAT boring.

Mike Adams: Im not sucking up.

As BD got to his feet, Creed ran to the ropes, jumping on them and hitting the Out of Control!!!! What a clothesline. BD was down and this may be it. Creed ran to the ropes again, jumping onto the ropes and bouncing from the middle of the ropes, hitting The Edge of Insanity!!! THE COVER...!!!!

ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEAAAAAAA NO!!!!!!!

A kickout! At the very very very last second BD got his shoulder up. UNREAL!!!!

Josh Stubbs: I thought he had it!!! I really did!

Creed got up, arguing with the referee yet again. He pushed the referee and the referee pushed him back, right into a lowblow that the referee did not see. Creed held his junkular area and the referee sat there, wondering what happened as BD hit a huge dropkick to the back of Creed's head. He grabbed Creed, pulling him up, throwing him to the ropes as Creed came back he was hit by a knee to the gut and then a huge Fishermans suplex!!!!

Josh Stubbs: WHAT A HIT!!!

BD lifted Creed up, he wanted to do more damage, kicking him in the gut and setting up for a powerbomb. Lifting up Creed but Creed pushed up, jumping over the head of BD. The two men were back to back with each other and they both spun around with a right hand, each meeting each other wish vicious right hands as they both lost balance, falling to the ground and slowly beginning to get up.

Josh Stubbs: Wow I've never seen that.

Mike Adams: GET UP CREED! Come on!

The two men slowly make their way to their feet. They stand across each other, still a bit groggy. Big Daddy makes his way towards Creed, grabbing his back as Creed fights back with elbows to the head. Big Daddy is stunned, holding his nose in pain as Creed turns around, kicking Big Daddy in the gut Crucifixion!!! NO! It's reversed!!! Big Daddy overpowered Creed, landing on his chest. They both get up, as Creed walks into a clothesline. Creed slowly begins to get up, Big Daddy hopping on the middle turnbuckle. Creed's back to Big Daddy as he dives off hitting the DADDY MAKER! NO!!!!! HE MISSED AGAIN! Creed stalked him. Big Daddy got up and CRUCIFIXION!!!!!


ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It's over! The bell rings as Creed's music bursts over the P.A. system.

Sean Williams: Here is your winner! CREED!!!

Creed raises his arm as he leans back against the turnbuckle. What a match these two men put on as Creed exits the ring, walking up the ramp and walking to the backstage area.


Segment
Involving: Andrew Watts and Logan O’ Riley


Logan O' Riley was sitting in his office, going through some paperwork and humming to his favorite song. He went through a few files, taking a sip of his coffee as his office door burst open, practically flying off of the hinges. Andrew Watts came rushing into the room, stopping a few feet away from the desk, staring the General Manager in the eyes. Logan looked up as he said...

O' Riley: Excuse me! May I help you?

Andrew Watts: Yeah you damn sure can help me. I'm sick of all of these guys talking shit about me, saying I'm nothing but a joke. A fluke champion. Ryan Street, Mike Howard. Practically half of the damn roster. I want to stop this and all I need is your approval.


O' Riley: Exactly what do you have in mind than Watts?

Andrew Watts: Well I could care less what Mike Howard said. I've shoved his face in a horses ass one to many times. He’s just to fucking retarded to realize how bad he is. But this Ryan Street guy won't shut his mouth either. I want Street and I want him next week!

O' Riley: So you want Ryan Street one on one next week is that what your telling me?

Andrew Watts: I want that piece of shit in a one on one, no holds bared match. He says he was special forces, a weapon specialist. Well lets see if he can handle a weapon that doesn't shoot eighty bullets a second.

O' Riley: Alright you know what, I am going to make a deal with you. Tonight you got Marcus Vincent Preston in the Main Event. If you are able to win that match I will promise you that next week at Revolution it will be Watts v. Streets But.....Not in the match you decided. In a stipulation I will be picking

Andrew nods his head, either way he was happy with his odds.

Andrew Watts: And one more thing...

O' Riley: What would that be?

Andrew Watts: I want the first World Title shot

O' Riley: You want the first World Title shot huh? Alright well If you are able to win each match I put you in from now until Kings Of Hell than I promise you at Kings Of Hell you will be getting that Title shot. Although you will not now who or what type of match you will be in till than.

O'Riley Stops Watts before he speaks again

O'Riley: Oh and another thing

Watts: What’s that?

O'Riley: If you fail to win one match from now till Kings of Hell than don't expect your first Title opportunity to come until July. You can always turn back if you don't want this.....

O' Riley sits his coffee waiting for a answer from Watts as Watts looks him dead in the eye

Andrew Watts: I want this. But there is also one other stipulation...If I lose a tag team match and my partner gets pinned instead of me, that shouldn't count as a loss. If I get pinned then go ahead and give me the loss.

O' Riley: Like I said if YOU lose, meaning you must get pinned or tap. You know what the tag team tournament wont count towards this.

Watts nods his head, this sounds fair.

Andrew Watts: Well get ready to crown me as your first champion.

Watts gives the GM a smirk as he turns around, leaving his office.


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The bell is rung to signify the next match-up.

Sean Williams: The following contest is a Quarter-Final match, in the EWF International Championship Tournament. Introducing first…

F*ck Off by Kid Rock bursts over the P.A. system with instant fireworks exploding into the air. The cameras pan throughout the arena awaiting the entrance of the superstar known as Christopher Diamond. Our cameras are focused on the entrance way but he is not entering. Finally we spot him, making his way through the crowd as fans slap his back and cheer. He finally makes his way to the barricade, hopping over and jogging up the steel steps. He walks onto the apron, stopping and looking back at the entrance way as he enters the ring, instantly hopping onto the middle of the middle rubber ropes, balancing himself as he raises both arms up in an X shape. He jumps down as he cracks his neck a few times and prepares for his match.

Sean Williams: From Niagara Falls, New York. Weighing in at 238lbs. This is “The Hardcore Hitman” CHRISTOPHER DIAMOND!

John Stubbs: This man looks very interesting Mike, don’t you think?

Mike Adams: For once I agree with you Stubbs. This Diamond guy, the whole hardcore thing. I like it!

Diamonds’ music fades as Sean Williams begins to introduce his opponent.

Sean Williams: And introducing his opponent…

The Lights go out as the PA system comes to life with the opening of 'Forsaken' by David Draiman. As the singing begins a single red spotlight hits the stage and a man is shown standing there with his head down and wearing a long trench coat with the sleeves cut off. Its red and has 'Morality is your Humanity' on the back. He lifts up his head and looks around as the chorus kicks in and he spreads his arms as red smoke bellows from the side of the stage and the lights come up a bit. He makes his way to the ring as the fans boo. He slides under the bottom rope and then springs up and looks around before raising his arms up and the lights go up with them. He then smirks before removing his coat and hanging to someone near the ring.

Sean Williams: From “The Dark side of Humanity”. Weighing in at 245lbs… This is HANNIBAL BLACK!

JS: Two very different wrestlers, two very different personalities.
MA: True Stubbs. But ask yourself this, who is the weirder of the two?

JS: We will see some when Mike.

The bell is heard throughout the arena to signal the start of the match. Both men look focused, as they approach and a lock-up occurs. Black uses his slight strength advantage to force Diamond into the corner. After the referee breaks up the hold, Diamond pokes Black square in the eyes.

JS: Well I guess we are seeing early how Christopher Diamond wrestles!

MA: Come on Stubbs, its just breaking a hold. Hardly illegal or anything!

Diamond puts Black into the corner and begins to beat on him. However, out of nowhere, Black counters another attempted punch, and begins to fight back, forcing Diamond back. With Diamond reeling, Black darts off the ropes and shoulder charges Diamond onto the mat. Black roars, which sends the sold-out into frenzy!

JS: Black is in the driver’s seat now; the crowd are really cheering him on!

Black shoots off the ropes and delivers a quick leg drop. He repeats the move a few times before a quick cover occurs.

ONE…

T-POWER OUT!

Diamond powers out of the cover and gets straight back up. Black goes straight back to work, delivering some tough right hands to Diamond. However, out of nowhere, Diamond pokes Black square in the eye.

JS: What a cheap move there from Christopher Diamond!

MA: That was classic! Diamond is my favorite wrestler!

JS: You say that about any wrestler that bends the rules!

Diamond power clotheslines Black to the mat, and begins stomping on him, really making huge impact on the rib area of Hannibal. Diamond then jumps to his knees and begins choking Black. The referee executes his five-count, until Diamond releases at the count of four. Black, almost looking choked out, lies almost motionless on the mat. Diamond rolls Black over for the cover…

ONE….

TWO….

TH-KICKOUT!

Hannibal Black kicks out, and tries to get up, from the crowd cheering his name. Diamond however goes straight back on the offence, and picks Black up, and drops him straight back down with a HUGE DDT! Diamond is quick to make the cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE- NO!

Hannibal just manages to get the shoulder up, much to Christopher Diamonds’ disgust. Diamond begins shouting right in the referees’ face, which gives Black some valuable time to get up. Black takes advantage, and rolls up Diamond.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE-NO!!!!

Diamond kicks, out then straight away counters Black, and hits a stiff Jawbreaker to Black. Diamond signals that the end is near, and sets Black up for the Diamondplex. Black manages to counter the move, and out of nowhere hits the “Exposed”! Diamond lies flat out on the mat, as Black calls for his finisher.

JS: After an assault from Diamond, Hannibal Black seems right back in it, and the end seems near for Christopher Diamond!

MA: What? This can’t be?!

Hannibal picks Diamond up, and gets ready for the Morality Shift. However, Diamond grabs the nearby referee, and shoves him towards Black, breaking the move. The referee turns away to sort his top out. Diamond takes this moment to drop down and hit a huge low blow to Hannibal.

JS: NO! NO THIS IS NOT RIGHT!

MA: I love it!

Christopher Diamond picks up a helpless Hannibal Black, and hits his finishing move, The Diamondplex. Diamond takes his time to drop down and cover an out-cold Black.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Diamond rises from Black’s motionless body and raises his arms in celebration, while the bell is ringing.

Sean Williams: Ladies and Gentleman, the winner of this match, and thus qualifying in the EWF International Championship Tournament… CHRISTOPHER DIAMOND!!!

JS: A HUGE win for Diamond, as he advances through to the next stage. Are we looking at the first International Champion in our new run?

MA: I think we might of Stubbs; this kid has got some real potential!

JS: He certainly has Mr. Adams. Let’s just see what he can do in the next stage!


Segment
Involving: James Draven


The screen goes dark as a wolf howls and in a hushed haunting tone a ladies voice is heard

“Two years ago a light in the darkness was extinguished,

The scene fades to a grave side with a large grey head stone, the grave freshly dug and the headstone blank.

“Two years ago they laid to rest hope they killed Justice”

The screen flashes to a man being held down as different wrestler perform the finishers on him

“Two years ago masses weeped as a legacy was ended”

The screen shows the same man stood on titantron diving of the top swanton bombing an opponent through a table.

“Two years ago he tried to fight back he tried to lead an army to stand against the darkness but they destroyed him”

The scene changes to the same man being wheeled out on a stretcher blood dripping from his mouth and a grimace on his face.

“as the sky’s opened and the heavens cried as they lowered history into the ground’

Images of the funeral and his coffin being lowered into the ground

“Two years ago a legend Died or did it if a legend is remembered if its story is told does he not live on like a phoenix from the ashes does he rise with the memory?”

We go back to the grave side where a lone person is seen cleaning up the weeds and dead flowers from the head stone. On the stone it has just two words URBAN LEGEND the figure stands up as we here a loud gong

“If the legend grows and starts to build and people start to believe again will miracles happen”

As the gong rings out we here banging that gets louder and louder and it seems to becoming from the grave the lone figure stands and watches intently waiting for the moment…

Nothing happens as we pan out and the figure turns and removes the hood and speaks

“What you where expecting me to rise from the grave or something come on I was gothic before it was cool”

As the hood falls to the ground we see it is James Draven The urban Legend

“Rumors of my demise the end of a legend are just plain nonsense how many times do I have to say this You will have to kill me it’s the only way it will never be over I will rise and rise no matter how many times you put me down. No matter how many of you beat me pound on me, My Grandma bless her dead soul always told me where there is no sense there is no feeling and I never claimed to be a genius.

After two long painful years on the side lines I am back and believe me when I tell you this I have watched I have laughed with the fans all over the world as the next So called superstar has labelled him self a legend or a legend killer, I have cringed when the next Icon in his own mind has stepped forward and proclaimed himself the best there is.

As I lay in my hospital bed getting pins in my neck being surgically repaired and even though I could not move I felt sick to my stomach as I watched these men these so called superstars belittle the fans berate and abuse the very people who put food on my table the very people who wrote to me thousands of get well soon messages the gifts the love and best wishes they sent me and they dare to abuse them.

Not any more you see to quote a famous seventies early eighties TV show they rebuilt me they made me faster they made me stronger and I am back, Too my old nemesis my own brother who I am sure will catch this little tirade of mine I have this message little brother I survived you want to try again you want to bring your UK Crew your army and try to end me I make the European Wrestling Federation my home now I made sure there is an open contract for you and your reprobates if you want another crack at the one man you have never pinned.

As for the other guys in EWF I have watched your tapes you guys are tough hell I see some great wrestlers I see some amazing talent I truly have never walked into a organization where there is so many greats who are at the top of the grappling game. I could be cliché and talk about how I will give a hundred and ten percent how I will elevate my game to beat you in the ring or I could stand in front of this shaking camera man who seems just a little scared that I was going to pop out of that grave and eat his brains (Don’t worry buddy even if I was a zombie you have to have enough upstairs for them to smell before they chase you any way.) And spout some corny catch phrases something like there is a new sheriff in town or the Dead man will bury you but hell you no doubt will have heard it all before.
So I simply say this I don’t have my first opponent yet I don’t have the name of the first man in the EWF I am going to face but I do know this on that fateful night when I step through the ropes for my first match in two years while the internet fans are going crazy about will I have ring rust will I be able to cut it will I be able to recapture my former glory, I will stare in my opponents eyes I will soak up the excitement from my fans from the EWF fans and I will give them the greatest match they have ever seen and when the smoke clears and when they have put out the fires as fans spontaneously combust due to me and my opponent burning up the arena.

The lockeroom will realize the fans will realize hell the world will realize that I earned the name Legend I worked for it and it was passed on to me by former greats former hall of famers.

I have heard other wrestlers other men ask the world are you ready for his greatness well I laugh and I ask this wrestling fans are you ready for the ride of your life because Monday night just got a whole lot hotter, Wrestling just got one hundred times better because the EWF is here and if the other boys in the back have half the pure love for this business for the fans as I do its going to be great…

He turns his back to the camera as he walks away and allows the robe to fall we see on his black t-shirt written on the black in a garish red it says

Inmate and proud

He turns back with a smile on his face leaving you with a cryptic message as the camera man steps to far back and falls into an empty grave we here him curse as the camera cuts out
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Sean Williams: Ladies and gentelmen the following is the final International Title Contenders match. It is schedualed for one fall.

Mike Adams: Hopefully it's not as boring as the other three.

John Stubbs: You know for a fact that those matches were NOT boring.

Sean Williams: Making his way to the ring first...

"Remedy by Seether" hits the pa system. Larry Fields walks out onto the entrance stage, with a smile across his face. He is the fan favorite in this match and gets quite a few cheers as he hops from foot to foot at the top of the stage. He nods his head, looking confident in this match. He takes a few steps forward on to the entrance ramp, stopping, looking to the left and then to the right, throwing his arms up into the air as fireworks explode behind him.

Sean Williams: From Lansing, Michigan! Weighing in at a 273 pounds! Larry Fields!

He slowly makes his way down the entrance stage, slapping the hands of several fans, ignoring others. He circles the ring, buying himself a bit of time for no reason other than extra time to pump up, as he jumps up onto the apron, entering the ring through the middle rope and jumping on top of the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his arms into the air and pointing up at the sky. He jumps down as his music slowly fades and he awaits his opponent.

Mike Adams: Isn't this guy a bit old?

Sean Williams: And his opponent...

C.R.E.A.M by Wu Tang Clan bursts over the P.A. system as the crowd instantly erupts into boos. Anthony Trantino comes out of the curtain with Matty Broccoli in front of him, Tina Tattigleone to his side. Tina clings onto Anthony's side and they exchange words which makes her Laugh. Ant begins to Say F Off to the fans by waving his chin. Matty looks Happy and talks to Ant about whacking someone, Ant laughs a bit as he slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp, stoping halfway down and scratching his chin.

Sean Williams: From Staten Island New York. Weighing 230 pounds, being accompinied to the ring by Matty Broccoli and Tina Tattigleone. Anthony Tarantino!

Mike Adams: Hmm I think I like this guy.

John Stubbs: Oh...So you like guys now?

Mike Adams: Shut up homo.

Matty hands Ant a huge stack of Hundreds. Ant rolls it out then quickly waves it in front of a fans face. He then pulls it back and gives it back to Matty. Ant rolls into the ring with matty behind him. They Matty holds out his hand while Ant practices punching mattys hand.Tina steps onto the apron by using the stairs. Ant pulls the ropes apart for her to enter the ring. They share a peck then Ant runs around the ring then begins to say f off to the fans again. Ant then hops to the middle turnbuckle and gives a final chin wave. This time he screams out. "F*ck off"

Mike Adams: Here we go again.

The bell rings, the two men looking at each other from across the ring, Ant has a cocky smirk on his face as Matty and Tina circle the ring, attempting to distract Larry Fields. Larry looked around a bit, trying to get used to the surroundings as he moved in towards Anthony who did the same. The two men locked up with each other, Anthony getting the early advantage as he takes Larry into a headlock, squeezing tight, flexing his arm as Larry's face begins to feel numb. Larry must do something quick, instantly fighting with elbows to the gut of Anthony. Anthony is feeling a bit beaten up as he spins out of it, kicking Larry in the back of the leg and hitting him with a huge russian leg sweep.

Mike Adams: Nice.

John Stubbs: A nice start here by Tarantino.

Anthony thinks about going for the cover, but instead he goes for an armbar, applying pressure to the arm of Larry. He holds it in for quite some time and then breaks it on his own, standing up and stomping away on the arm of Larry who shouts in pain. Anthony then bends down, sitting Larry up and digging his knee into the back of Larry as he locks in a neck/arm choke. Larry shouts in pain, kicking his legs up and down against the canvas as he attempts to break out of it, but the power of Anthony is just to much for Larry to break.

Mike Adams: I thought Larry Fieldswas supposed to be the submission expert?

John Stubbs: Who said he isnt?

Mike Adams: Doesn't really look like he is.

With that said Larry bursts out of the submission, jumping to his feet. Anthony is shocked by the power that Fields just displayed, standing to his feet as he looks at Larry who runs at him, hitting some sort of tackle/spear, taking Anthony down, as he pounds away with left and right hands, jumping to his feet and letting out a shout as he ran to the opposite ring ropes, bouncing off of them, coming back and jumping into the air, hitting a huge elbow drop as he goes for the cover.

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


KICKOUT!!!


A quick kickout by Anthony keeps his hopes alive.

Mike Adams: Ha. He really thought he was going to win with a little elbow drop?

John Stubbs: Didn't look to LITTLE to me Mike.

Mike Adams: Well it was.

Larry jumps back to his feet, he runs at the ropes again, coming back and jumping into the air with another elbow drop but does not go for the pin. He wants more. He runs to the ropes yet again but Matty Broccoli grabs his leg. Larry turns around, he shakes his head and shakes his finger as if saying "Bad move" But as he turns around he is met by a reverse elbow from Anthony and then a kick to the gut, followed by an arm drag take down. Larry quickly gets up but is sent back down with a clothesline, yet again instantly getting up, only to be met with a huge belly to back suplex! THE COVER!


ONEEEEEEE!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOO!!!


KICKOUT!!!!


Larry gets a kickout at the very last second and Anthony can't believe it.

Mike Adams: WHAT? THAT WAS A THREE!

John Stubbs: Everything is a three to you.
Anthony stands up, he grabs Larry by the neck, pulling him up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut again, uppercutting him in the nose and going for a clothesline. Larry ducks and goes for a clothesline of his own. Anthony ducking as well as both men run to opposite ring ropes, diving at each other with flying elbow drops, each hitting each other in the face as they fall to the canvas right next to each other. The referee checks on them both as they both lay there in pain.

John Stubbs: Wow both men are down!

Mike Adams: Get up! Get up!

Both men are now stumble to get back to their feet, Fields get’s up a little quicker as he goes to hit a clothesline but the quickness of Tarantino was able to avoid him connecting. As Fields turns around he gets met with the Keep it Silent, the ref slides into position as Tarantino throws the arm over Fields shoulder....

ONEEEEEEE!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sean Williams: Your winner and moving on in the qualifying match-up for the International title Anthony Tarantino!

Adams: Great match! Could have gone either way

Stubbs: Yeah I agree but WAIT WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/size]

Segment
-Brutal Post match assault-
Involving: The Living Highlight, Larry Fields, Anthony Tarantino and Tina


The fans start to rain down boos as TLH jumps over the barricade, carrying a steel chair with him.

He slithers into the ring, behind an unsuspecting Tarantino. Tina's frantically screaming at Tarantino to turn around...

CRACK!!!

...AND TLH LANDS A BRUTAL CHAIRSHOT TO ANTHONY TARANTINO'S FACE!!!
Tarantino goes down immediately, blood trickling from his nose. TLH turns to face Fields, who's now up to one knee. Once he gets to his feet, TLH boots him in the stomach. TLH locks him up.... AND HITS THE SICKENING FLIP PILEDRIVER HE CALLS THE FADE TO BLACK ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!!

Fields is out cold on the ground, and Tarantino is struggling to get back to his feet with the help of the ropes. TLH picks up the bloody chair and drills Anthony across his back. Tarantino drops down to one knee, exerting his toughness. TLH takes an MLB swing and connects the chair to Anthony's dome one more time, sending him to the mat. Tina, obviously distraught, runs up the ring steps and throws herself over Tarantino's body.

TLH grins and drops the chair, then makes a move to the ring apron as Tina's now calling for help from the back. As the referees and EWF officials are coming out from the backstage area, TLH quickly turns and grabs Tina by her hair. He picks her up in a powerbomb position....

Stubbs: GOD GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Adams: We GOT TO MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TLH runs...

The referees and officials run...

Stubbs and Adams are diving to get out of the way...

TINA IS SENT FLYING OUT OF THE RING... AND DRIVES RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!

Tina's not moving underneath all of the monitors and wood. As the referees and officials slide into the ring, TLH slides out of it then quickly jumps over the barricade and into the fans, but not before leaving a message for the EWF management...

TLH: TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT WHAT I DID, FLUNKIES!!! THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE GOING TO BE ABLE TO CONTROL ME!!!

And with that, TLH disappears into the mass of fans.


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Sean Williams: Our next match is a No Disqualification match! Introducing first, he is coming from Seattle, Washington and weighting in at 278 pounds! He is Ryot!

The lights go out and the music instantly hits the PA system along with flashing lights. Ryot comes out and pauses at the top of the ramp extending his arms out side to side cause blue flames to ignite on the sides of the ramp all the way down. Ryot makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring with only a determined look on his face.

Sean Williams: His opponent coming from Orlando, Florida he weights in at 270 pounds. He is Mike Howard!

The lights go down as a small classical piece of music is heard. All of a sudden, a huge explosion occurs, as "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park bursts through the PA. Out from the curtains emerges Mike Howard, to a chorus of boos from the fans in the arena. Howard descends the ramp, with a real smirk on his face, much to the crowd's disgust. He continues to get jeered as he reaches the ring apron. Howard leaps up and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the middle of the ring and raises his arms, in which the crowd respond with a chorus of boos.

Stubbs: WELL LET’S GET THIS MATCH UNDERWAY!

Adams: I have been looking forward to this match all night!

~Bell Rings~

The match starts off quick as Ryot and Howard meet in the middle of the ring but Ryot gets the momentum going his way early as he grabs Howard and slams him down hard with a scoop slam. Howard gets up right away but Ryot grabs Howards head and sends him over the top rope, Howard hits the ground floor with force! Ryot waste no time as slides out after Howard.

Stubbs: Is it me or does Ryot really want this win so far?

Adams: Yes but I mean anything can happen, the match has just started! This is where things will get really fun outside the ring.

Stubbs: Obviously in a No DQ match anything goes!

Ryot picks up Howard, Ryot goes to whip Howard into the steel steps but is quickly countered as Howard reversed Ryot sending Ryot into the steel steps! Howard takes a little time to recover still holding his shoulder after that fall he took from the ring to the outside. Howard walks over to Ryot who is still down, Howard picks up Ryot and takes him to the barricade. Howard picks him up and drops him down directly on the barricade, sending Ryot’s chest into it. Howard now looks at a fan that is holding a sign “Howard sucks”, Howard takes the sign right out of his hands and rips it up!

Stubbs: Oh come on! Why? That was uncalled for

Adams: Well sometimes you got to do what you got to.

Ryot slowly gets to his feet as Howard is getting ready to plant him with a strong clothesline, Ryot get’s to his feet and turns around. Ryot ducks away from the clothesline than connects with a evenflow DDT on the outside!!!!!! Ryot gets up as he picks Howard back up and slides him into the ring, Ryot follows him and hooks the leg right away

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2..........

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Shoulder up!

Ryot looks up as he thought he had it after that vicious DDT on the outside, Ryot than slides out of the ring one more time as he look sunder the ring for a weapon of some sort. Ryot pulls a steel chair out from under the ring and than slides back into the ring with it.

Stubbs: Here we go! We knew this was going to happen between these two.

Adams: I wonder what damage Ryot will do with that steel chair?

Howard unaware of the steel chair gets up still in somewhat of a daze. Ryot is getting ready to plant him right in the skull with that steel chair, Howard slowly turns and BAM!!!!!!!! The sound of metal to bone! As Ryot just knocked Howard out with that steel chair!

Stubbs: DAMN! What a chair shot! Could this be the end?

Adams: I seen Howard take more than that, I am sure this is no where close to the end.

Ryot drops the chair and goes for the pin...

1....

2....

2 3/4

Shoulder up!!!!!!

Ryot can’t believe it as Howard once again kicked out. Ryot now goes to the top rope as he awaits Howard to get to his feet, Ryot starts taunting Howard once he gets to the top rope. Howard slowly getting to his feet after that chair shot, Howard gets up to one knee and than as he gets to two knees and turns around he gets met with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE OFF THE TOP ROPE!

Stubbs: Howard is just taking a beating this match! I mean Ryot is on fire!

Adams: On Fire? I don’t think that is possible, wouldn’t he be in the hospital?

Stubbs: Oh shut up fool!

Ryot on attack yet again as he grabs that chair that is still in the ring, he looks at the nice dent he made in it with Howards skull than smurks. He looks at Howard that is still down and slams the chair over his back not once, not twice but THREE TIMES! As the crowds erupts and gets louder each time that chair is slammed over his back! Ryot now picks up Howard, but out of desperation Howard delivers a low blow to Ryot sending him down as both men are down on the canvas now

Stubbs: That was low!

Adams: Hey in a no DQ match anything goes!

Howard still can’t seem ti make it to his feet, he is holding his back in agony after those chair shots. Ryot is still down but moving faster than Howard. Howard only is able to make it up to one knee as Ryot gets up still holding is groin area but recovers quicker. Ryot makes his way over to Howard who is still on one knee but Howards is trying to fight back hitting Ryot in the mid section with elbows. That pushes Ryot back a bit and Howard gets to 2 feet now, Ryot runs at him with force but Howard somehow was able to pull of a spinebuster sending Ryot crashing down to the mat! Both men are yet again down as that used up all of Howards energy he had.

Stubbs: Wow! This match is getting interesting now and very intense. I don’t see how Howard is pulling these moves of but he is still in this match

Adams: Yeah I agree with you there but I told you don’t count Howard out

Stubbs: You said that?

Adams: Yeah just now......

Howard slowly makes it over to Ryot throwing the arm over his shoulder as the ref slides into position

1....

2...

Kick out!

Howard now pulling something out of his boot, it seems he has BRASS KNUCKLES! Howard still in pain gets to his feet as he puts on the brass knuckles. Ryot has no clue what is heading his way when he gets up, BUT WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Andrew Watts comes out from the crowd and spins Howard around and hit THE HIGHLIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stubbs: OH MY GOD! WATTS IS HERE!

Adams: Hey! He is not suppose to come out till next match! WHAT THE HELL!

Watts slides out of the ring and back through the crowd as Ryot didn’t even see what happen as he was still getting his senses back after Howard connected with that spinebuster. Ryot gets to his feet and see’s Howard knocked out in the middle of the ring, Ryot looks at the crowd and signals for his finisher the Ryot Driver. He goes over to pick up Howard and without any hesitation hits THE RYOT DRIVER! Ryot throws the arm over Howards body for the pin

1...

2...

3...

Sean Williams: Your Winner via pinfall RYOT!

Stubbs: Well let me say this was a amazing match!

Adams: Yeah but we both know if Watts hadn’t come out and stuck his nose into this match we might have seen a different winner.

Stubbs: But guess what? We don’t and Ryot gets the victory here tonight.

Stubbs: What a match we just witnessed with former EWF Champions, Ryot and Mike Howard!

Adams: Mike Howard is just a better performer in my opinion. My taste in talent is far superior then yours..

Stubbs: You both share the disliking for others, it's no wonder you like him better.

The cameras scan the entire arena as fans filled each and every seat in the house. Signs stating claims for their favorite stars, signs with jokes about some wrestlers. Your typical wrestling audience are loving tonight's show as EWF has already proven that they have returned with a deep impact. Then the cameras come down to the first few rows at ringside. You see probably the only three guys in the entire arena who aren't pouring down beers, they aren't standing and cheering or cursing at a hated wrestler inside the ring. The announcers right away recognize the three men as they wear Influential Minds T-Shirts and they make time to talk about the well known names sitting at ringside watching the show as it goes into the Main Event.

Adams: You know who that is? Those three guys there, you know them right?

Stubbs: Yes, that is "The Bad Influence" Jason Kash. He just signed with EWF and will appear on Thursday Nights!

Adams: Not just him, he is sitting with "Big Pimpin" Ryan Wisler and El Presidente, better known together as the 3-Man Super Group that has dominated every company they have appeared in, Influential Minds! Influence has come to EWF!

Stubbs: You don't think Mr. Sparks got contracts laid out with all three of them do you? Wow, that would be a huge addition to EWF's roster! People would come flowing from every direction to challenge Influential Minds.

Adams: With only 3 Versions ever of this group, they have a detailed history like no other. They have 10 Long Reigning Championships in their History! I wish they were on Mondays but could it be? Could EWF become Influenced? I sure hope so!! I so hope Mr. Sparks and the respective GMs have done what is truly best for EWF and that is bring in some Influence to this company. With them here, everyone will step up their game. That is the truth as true as can be. I am excited! Tonight is AWESOME!!

Stubbs:We still have the Main Event Hurly, this will be one for the ages!!


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The fans were pumped. The night was crazy, full of surprises. A huge International Title Tournament rocked the card for the most part. Andrew Watts responded to Mike Howard's so called challenge. New faces were seen, big announcements took place and now it was time. It was time for the biggest of big. For the MAIN EVENT!!!

Sean Williams: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is the Main Event!

John Stubbs: It's here!

Mike Adams: Finally, I want to get out of here, you stink.

The crowd goes wild, they know who is in this main even and what a match it will be.

Sean Williams: And it is scheduled for one fall! First...

Also Sprach Zarathustra, op. 30 by Richard Strauss hits the PA system as the crowd instantly erupts into boos. A few seconds pass by and then MVP walks out from the backstage area wearing a hooded top. He stops at the top of the ramp, his head looking down as he spits down at the ground. The crowd continuing to boo him, MVP flips off the hood and slowly begins to walk down the ramp with his hands spread out. He stopped halfway down the ramp as he stopped, looking to the left at the fans who boo and then to the right at even more fans booing him.

Sean Williams: Making his way to the ring from Eagan, Minnesota. Weighing in at a 235 pounds. "The Phenomenal One" Marcus Vincent Preston!!!

Mike Adams: MVP better kick this fuckers head off!

MVP continues down the rest of the ramp, showing off his robe. MVP walks up the steel steps to the ring, walking to the middle of the apron as he wipes his feet off on the apron and steps over the 2nd rope and into the ring. MVP spins around and then drops to one knee and points his thumbs at himself and the crowd gives a mixed reaction, a few giving MVP chants, others giving You Suck chants. MVP shakes his head, cracking his neck as his music slowly fades. He throws a few practice punches as he awaits his opponent.

Sean Williams: And his opponent!!!

John Stubbs: Here he comes!!!!!!!
Mike Adams: I guess even if I don't like him much I can say he’s a hell of a fighter.

"Wake Me Up Inside" by Evanescence bursts over the P.A. system, the crowd erects to their feet with loud cheers and clapping. The loudest ovation that we have heard all night here in the kickoff of the EWF. Smoke clouds up the top of the stage as Andrew Watts comes running through the smoke, leaned down and looking at the ground, walking behind him, his beautiful girlfriend Kelly Roviska who throws her arms up in the air. He is wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a green t-shirt with some sort of random design on it. Watts begins to walk down the ramp, smirking at some of the fans who look on still cheering. Watts stops about halfway down the entrance ramp, he gets down on a knee posing in a muscle taunt, Kelly standing behind him, she throws her leg over his shoulder as he grabs it with his arm and she raises her arm in the air, leaning her head bacl as blue and white fireworks explode behind him.

Mike Adams: I guess there is one good thing about this entrance, man look at that stretch on her leg.

John Stubbs: Say it a little louder, maybe Watts will hear you and come kick your ass. I'd love that.

Sean Williams: Making his way to the ring from Cleveland Ohio!!! Being accompanied by the beautiful Kelly Roviska. Weighing in at a 258 pounds. "The Global Assassin" Andrew Watts!!!!!

Kelly moves her leg off of the shoulder of Watts as Watts jumps to his feet, running towards the ring and sliding in, jumping up onto the middle turnbuckle and raising his arms into the air once again. Kelly enters the ring through the bottom rope. Watts jumps back doing a back flip back to the middle of the ring as he bounces off of the ropes a few times and then stops, walking towards Kelly, putting his hands on her waist and giving her a kiss on the lips for good luck. She exits the ring, standing outside the ring watching as Watts winks at her, turning to his opponent while his music fades.

John Stubbs: Wow Watts looks better than ever.

Mike Adams: Man your such a homo.

The velocity in the arena is practically unreal. The crowd is going crazy for the main event, not one person sitting down, every single person on their feet, including the six hundred pound guy who had to purchase two tickets because he didn't fit in one seat. The two superstars looked each other in the eyes as if they wanted to kill each other. They both were about to do anything for the win. The tension rising between them could make the building shatter.

Mike Adams: Lets gooo!!!

John Stubbs: Wow the roof is about to explode!!!!!!!

RIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

THE MATCH HAS STARTED! THE MAIN EVENT IS ON! The two men walk towards each other, locking hands, struggling a bit as Watts over powers MVP into an arm twirl. He grabs the arm of MVP, spinning it around a few times as MVP yells in pain, he struggles, trying to get out, doing a back roll to make his arm straight with Watts and then going to run into Watts for some sort of clothesline but instead is met by a spinning kick to the face by Andrew Watts. MVP loses his balance, falling to the ground as Watts scores the first of many knockdowns in the main event, the momentum surely in his way. The crowd is going wild.

Mike Adams: Come on MVP, come on get up!

John Stubbs: This looks just like the Watts we used to know.

MVP sits up, he is a bit shocked, he was expecting to knock down Watts and the next thing he knew he was on the ground with a slightly bloody lip. He nodded his head, Watts respected the fall and let MVP get to his feet. MVP walked towards will as he went to grab Watts, Watts sliding behind him, elbowing MVP in the back of the neck and then jumping, hitting a front dropkick that sent MVP into the turnbuckle post head first. Watts grabbed MVP is a sleeper hold like position, jumping in the air and hitting his famous sleeper drop! The cover!


ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOOOO!!!!


KICKOUT!!!!!


It wasn't enough not yet.

John Stubbs: Wow that was super close. Watts going for the finish early.

Mike Adams: That would have been the dumbest main event ever had it ended.

Watts checks with the referee to be sure there was not a mis count as the referee says it was okay, Watts nods his head, he wasn't an arguer. Kelly clapped her hands from outside of the ring, letting out a scream to motivate her boyfriend. However it was completely the opposite. Watts lifted up MVP, going for a knee to the gut, but MVP put his arms in the way, blocking the knee, standing straight up and sending a right cross to the face of Andrew Watts. Watts was hit so hard that he lost his balance as MVP ran at Watts, jumping in the air and hitting a flying clothesline, bringing Watts to the ground.

Mike Adams: There you go baby! Kick his ass!

MVP shot up from the ground, stomping away at Watts, who tried putting his arms in the way of the stomps, but couldn't stop them. Watts slid out of the ring, holding hid chin in pain. MVP ran towards the ropes, faking as if he were going to dive out of the ring. Watts jumped up to prepare for some sort of super block move, but he landed back on his feet. MVP fooled him there, but he was ready just in case. MVP smirked at Watts with a cocky look. Watts nodded at MVP, jumping up onto the apron and then onto the ropes as he dove for a cross body, but MVP jumped up hitting a drop kick to the gut of Watts as he fell to the ground in pain.

Mike Adams: Nice!!!

John Stubbs: Watts got outsmarted twice in a row there.

MVP stood up, toying with Watts, bending over and slapping him across the back of the neck. Watts tried to make his way to his feet but MVP kicked him directly in the gut, Watts flipped over, landing on his back as MVP hammered a way like a construction man on the gut of Andrew Watts with stomps. Watts managed to curl up, avoiding the stomps as MVP grabbed Watts by his hair, pulling him up and licking his fingers, slapping Watts right across the chest. Watts held his chest in pain as MVP threw him into the turnbuckle and ran at him, spearing Watts into the turnbuckle, cracking the body of Andrew Watts in half.

John Stubbs: My god what a spear.

MVP continues to toy with Watts, slapping him in the head, spitting on him, adding insult to injury. Kelly screams from outside to give Watts a bit of a boost, slapping her hands against the apron. MVP turns to Kelly, walking towards her and pointing a finger at her as he speaks.

MVP: Shut your mouth you stupid slut.

Watts heard that loud and clear, jumping to his feet and attacking MVP with an elbow to the back of the head before MVP could even turn around. MVP fell to the ground as did Watts. Watts began to power away with right hands to the face of MVP, calling him a son of a bitch. You could toy with Watts, spit on him, slap him, but you couldn't talk about his girlfriend, it was a big no no. Watts stood up as MVP slowly began to sit up. Watts ran at MVP, kneeing him in the nose, almost busting it open, MVP flew back to the canvas. Watts jumped onto the middle rope, bouncing backwards and hitting a blind leg drop. Watts went for the cover.


ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOO!!!!!!


WATTS WAS SO CLOSE! KICKOUT THOUGH! He couldn't add the icing to the cake, at least not yet. Watts nodded his head, it was okay. He got up, picking up his opponent as he set him up in a suplex position, hitting a fall foward suplex as MVP's stomache bounced off the ring ropes and he landed outside on the apron. Watts ran to the opposite side of the ropes, running towards MVP and sliding on the ground, his feet sliding into the gut of MVP in a dropkick like way as MVP flew to the ground. Watts ran at the opposite ropes again, bouncing off of them, coming back to the ropes, jumping up onto the TOP ROPE AND BAM!!!!!! WATTS DID A SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO MVP!!!!!!!!! WHAT A MOVE!!!!! Both men laid on the ground in pieces.

Mike Adams: GET UP MVP!

John Stubbs: AMAZING! WHAT A MOVE!

The referee started a count....ONE!!!!!! TWOOOOOOO!!!!!! THREEEEE!!!!!!!!!! FOURRRR!!!!!!!! Both men slowly began to get up, Watts a bit faster. FIVEEEEE!!!!! SIXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watts was on his feet, he rolled into the ring and back out to restart the count. MVP was on his feet, he punched Watts in the gut, pushing him aganst the ring and clotheslining him against the ring. MVP turned around, ripping the top off of the announce table, removing the monitors as well. He turned around and was met with an elbow to the face. Watts rolled MVP back into the ring, following him as both men slowly began to get up.

Mike Adams: He knew better than to mess with my announce table. Sucks for the stupid Spanish broadcasters.

MVP and Watts got to their feet at the same time. MVP poking Watts in the eye and then kicking him in the shin, followed by a kick to the back of the knee that sent Watts to the ground. MVP climbed the turnbuckle, this was a big risk. He stalked Watts, awaiting him to get up, but was met by someone different. Kelly jumped to the canvas, grabbing the leg of MVP.

Kelly: You want to call me a slut again?

Kelly pulled the leg of MVP as he fell hitting his junk on the turnbuckle. Kelly quickly jumped down to the ground, the referee not seeing it, a bit confused. MVP fell forward onto the canvas. Watts made his way to his feet, a bit hurt. He limped over to MVP. Grabbing him by the hair and picking him up. MVP grabbed Watts by the legs, pulling him to the ground and slingshotting him into the turnbuckle, Watts face colliding with the top turnbuckle pad. MVP went for the quick roll up! THIS COULD BE IT!!!!!!!

ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICKOUT!!! KICKOUT BY WATTS!!!!!


Mike Adams: What? SLOW COUNT, I CALL A SLOW COUNT!!!

John Stubbs: Wow that was close!!!

MVP got up, arguing with the referee, claiming that the count was to slow. The referee shook his head not wanting to hear it. MVP told the referee to count correctly next time as he turned around, kicking Watts in the back of the head. Watts tried to get up with help from the ropes but was met with another kick to the face. Watts tried to shake it off but couldn't. He rolled out of the ring, thinking he was safe. But just as he turned around he was met by an elbow to the face. MVP had made his way to the outside of the ring as well. Watts went to fight back but MVP speared Watts, throwing him into the air as both men landed on top of the announce table, smashing it!!!! They laid there in pieces as the crowd began to chant HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT.

Mike Adams: As the crowd is saying, HOLY SHIT!

John Stubbs: I've never seen anyone get speared...THROUGH AN ANNOUNCE TABLE?

Mike Adams: That was crazy.

John Stubbs: For ONCE I agree with you.

Both men lay there in pieces. The referee is counting...THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! FOURRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! Both men slowly start moving around on the ground...FIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! MVP makes his way to a knee, Watts still struggling. SIXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MVP on his feet as he delivers a kick to the gut of Watts, sending him back to the ground as he slides back into the ring. SEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHTTT!!!! Watts makes his way to his feet, he has no idea where he is as he walks around as if he just had his eyes pulled out. NIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Watts still had no idea where he was. He bumped into the ring, realizing what was going on, sliding into the ring at the last mili second.

Mike Adams: Again, slow count!.

Watts was instantly met with a kick to the head. MVP went for the quick cover in hopes of getting Watts with a pin while Watts was in his own world still.


ONEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOO!!!!!!


KICKOUT! WATTS KICKED OUT!!!!!


Watts managed to get a shoulder up at the last second. MVP stood up as well, stalking Watts, setting up for some sort of move. Planning it to perfection. Watts made his way to his feet, his back towards MVP, still looking as if he just had thirty beers. Watts back was still towards MVP as MVP locked in the Best F'n Choke!!!!! THE BEST FUCKING CHOKE! IT'S IN. Watts is in pain!!! Will he tap!!!

Mike Adams: This is it! It's over!!!

John Stubbs: You don't know that.

Mike Adams: It's locked up in the middle of the ring, theres no way out.

Watts tries to fight back, throwing elbows and kicks, stomping his feet against the ground, reaching for the ropes, reaching for his screaming girlfriend. He had nowhere to do. Nothing to do but tap. However he knew if he tapped that he would be looked at as a failure, at least that is what he thought of himself as if he lost. He was slowly fading away, he felt his neck being smashed. Career ending damage may be done if he doesn't tap.

Mike Adams: Come on TAP!

John Stubbs: His eyes are closing.

Watts eyes slowly began to close. The pain was slowly going away, he was fading away faster than Stone Cold did when Bret Hart had the sharpshooter locked in on him. Watts opened one eye, still trying to fight back. He hit a head butt with the back of his head, colliding with the mouth of MVP. He continued, hammering away with his head untill MVP stopped the headbutting. He hit Watts with a chop to the throat and then a punched to the side of the head. Watts slowly began to get to his feet, MVP still holding on. He ran towards the turnbuckle, smashing MVP back first against the turnbuckle. He did the same thing to the opposite turnbuckle but then fell backwards in the middle of the ring. The hold still locked in.

Mike Adams: This is crazy! TAP OUT!!!

John Stubbs: Look at the durability of Andrew Watts. It's unbelievable

MVP's hands suddently dropped from around of the neck of Watts. He wore himself out, he couldn't squeeze the neck of Watts anymore. Watts durability beat MVP's. Watts slowly got to his feet. MVP was on the ground but he was fine, hopping up, out of breath a bit, but otherwise fine. MVP went for another head lock but Watts pushed MVP back. ASSASSINATING CHOKE!!!!!!!!!! WATTS LOCKS IT IN, THIS COULD BE ITTT! Both men are standing, MVP being shook by his neck. Watts however was cheated out of this one, MVP delivering a back blow with his leg, kicking Watts where the sun does not shine. The referee not seeing a thing. Watts fell to the ground as MVP runs towards the opposite rotes, bouncing off of them and running back, hittiing Watts with a dropkick to the head.

Mike Adams: Man this is crazy. FINISH THAT BASTARD!!!

John Stubbs: It's not as easy as you think.

Mike Adams: Hes a pretty boy with a skank girlfriend, he can't wrestle.

John Stubbs: Then why is he taking your guy to the limits?

Mike Adams: Please. MVP is toying with him.

John Stubbs: Right

MVP continues with kicks to the back of Watts. Watts on the ground can't really fight MVP off. MVP walks towards the turnbuckle again, climbing the turnbuckle and making sure Kelly does not interfere again. Watts slowly gets to his feet, turning around as he is met by a Flying Forearm from the top rope! MVP may have it. He goes for the cover!!!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAA NOOOO!!!!!!!!


KICKOUT!!!!


Mike Adams: Not again. No. Not again. What the hell

John Stubbs: Watts is a hell of a fighter.

Mike Adams: My ass. I'm about to go in there and finish the job.

MVP once again could not believe it. He made his way to his feet yet again, sick of not being able to finish the job. He slid out of the ring, walking towards the announce tables...Table. He grabbed a steel chair, closing it, taking it into his hands as he walked back to the ring, swinging it and smashing it against the steel turnbuckle pole. He slid in the ring, the referee attempting to stop him but unable to. Watts was on his feet, MVP swung the chair, Watts duck hitting MVP with a dropkick to the knee, sending him down on his knees as he dropped the chair. Watts ran at MVP hitting a huge Enzuigiri !!!!!!!

John Stubbs: Wow what a move.

Mike Adams: He can't even cheat and win. I think I might as well cheer for Watts.

John Stubbs: Or you can play it neutral and actually enjoy the match?

Watts slowly and painfully made his way to his feet. He walked over to MVP, thinking of he should pin him but deciding not to. Watts kicked the chair out of the ring to avoid being hit by it or accidently throwing MVP on it and getting DQed. Watts lifted up MVP, kneeing him in the gut and hitting a huge jumping tornado DDT! Watts hit that move to perfection as he crawled over to MVP for the cover!!!!!!!!!!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOO!!!!!


KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mike Adams: Wow. I'm not teaming with either of these losers.

John Stubbs: Then shut up already.

Watts shook his head, falling backwards onto his back, holding his head. He made his way to his feet watching MVP. MVP slowly began to get up, Watts stalking him. MVP was down to a knee and Watts was just as well. Watts was in a push up position practically, only his one knee was touching the ground as if he were about to race in a forty yard dash. MVP made his way to his feet, turning around. WATTS JUMPS!!!! HIGHLIGHTTTT!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!! MVP REVERSED IT!!! Gold Medal !!! GOLD MEDAL!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!! WILL WATTS TAP!!!!

Mike Adams: There it is. HE HAS IT!!!

John Stubbs: I thought you weren't picking side.

Mike Adams: Shut up.

Watts struggled to avoid the choke, MVP trying his best to lock in in safely but he couldn't keep it on! Watts pushed MVP away as MVP got to his feet, falling on top of Watts with left and right hands to the face in anger. Both of these men were exhausted. Watts kicked MVP off as both men got up at the same time, walking towards each other as MVP kicked Watts in the gut. He goes for the kill....Best F'n Move Ever!!!!! THE COVERRR!!!


ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!


NOOOOOOO! KICKOUT!!! WATTS KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND AND MVP CAN NOT BELIEVE IT.


Mike Adams: Unreal. It's just not real.

John Stubbs: I've never seen this type of effort from anyone in my life.

Mike Adams: I guess he is doing, OKAY.
John Stubbs: He is doing way more than just OKAY.

MVP was sick of arguing with the referee. He spit on the back of Watts, stalking him again, waiting to hit the Best F'n Move Ever once again. Watts made his way to his feet as MVP hammered away with right hands. He wanted to pound Watts down first, weaken him. He whipped Watts towards the ropes, Wats bouncing off the ropes. MVP goes for a huge clothesline but misses! He turns around...HIGHLIGHT!!!! WATTS HIT THE HIGHLIGHT!!!! THE COVER!!!


ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!


TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The bell rang as Watts rolled over onto his back. His music bursting over the P.A. system.

Mike Adams: NOO! NOO!!!!

John Stubbs: IT'S OVER! WATTS DID IT!!!!

Mike Adams: Wow. Whatever.

John Stubbs: What a match! What a night! What a show!!!!!

Sean Williams: Here is your winner! "The Global Assassin" ANDREW WATTS!!!!

Watts made his way to his feet with a bit of help from Kelly. Kelly raised Watts hand as he put his arm around her. Watts put on one hell of a match, both men did. Watts celebrated in the ring for a few seconds as the crowd went wild.

John Stubbs: What a main event that was, thank you for joining us here tonight as Revolution exploded! Join us next week as we embark on another amazing night! Goodnight ladies and gentlemen
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