FWA CARNAGE
LIVE – FROM ROME, ITALY
As the main entrance finishes playing, the bursting of fireworks can be heard as they squeal into the air and explode into an array of colours, again and again this happens as the theme of “Kiss it goodbye” By Nickleback explodes from the speakers, the chorus fast and catchy, on the big screen various images of different stars hitting there finishers can be seen before the shot turns to the fans and zooms all around the arena watching the fans leap from their feet in a show of excitement. Many of the signs are in Italian, but are clearly in reference to the things relevant to the times with one sign reading “MCW fears FWA!!”
As the fireworks finally come to an end leaving the music to fight it out for the fans for the loudest noise in the arena, the shot turns to two new commentators sitting at ringside, with Sweeney and Brody heading back to MCW, the new commentary team appear for the first time and the two names in the seat are no rookies either, one of them being the famed Cannibal, Eddie Vines, a former UCWF, ULW and SCW superstar, the other none other than former IWC Owner, Jerry Walters.
Walters:
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WELCOME TO FWA CARNAGE!! And a special Christmas welcome from me and Eddie, coming in for our first ever show with this company, its truly an honour.
Vines:
I’m still waiting for payment.
Walters:
Payment? Eddie, you get paid monthly!?!
Vines:
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD!!!!
Walters:
What? Did I says something wrong?
Vines:
No. Why?
Walters:
… Great. I can see this is going to be lots of fun.
The show music suddenly stops as the arena goes silent except for the fans for a mere second before suddenly “Dumb Bitch” By Mickie James suddenly hits the speakers, the fans reaction says it all as suddenly the fans begin to boo heavily, all of them are awaiting the arrival of the World Champion and they don’t wait long as suddenly she steps out, a big smile across her face, she is dressed in normal clothing and just lifts her title in the air to the hatred of the fans, she is alone though and just slowly paces down the ramp, ignoring the fans either side of her before reaching the ring, she climbs up onto the apron and climbs the outside of the turnbuckle, lifting the belt clear into the sky and closing her eyes to listen to the loud and abusive negative reaction, a reaction that merely makes her grin from ear to ear. She steps back down and enters the ring, pacing the mat with a microphone in hand as her music stops and she waits for the fans to quiet down as well.
Glory:
Quiet finished?
More boos erupt at the provocation as Glory just shakes her heads, she then looks around the fans.
Glory:
Fucking Italians, no idea why the wanker who owns this place even bought us here, your country is shit, no wonder you have so much debt, idiots.
Extremely loud boos explode from every side of the arena, a couple of plastic cups even being thrown in the ring at her comments, but Glory ignores it and lifts the mic, her attention turning to the big screen and the curtained off area.
Glory:
It seems to me, that not only does the owner of this company have no idea where to take this show in terms of locations, but he also has no clue how to treat his most important superstar, me. Face it, I’m the World Champion and this is the FIRST time I have come out here and opened the show in weeks!
Riley Addison, if you are listening in the back, we both know the facts and the facts are that I deserve some more respect, you see, I am not in the shadow of Angelica Jones any longer, nor is Marie and neither is Brittany, we all stepped out from that and stand here strong by our own accord and this, this time you and the suits in the back have given me to finally speak, this is bullshit because it should be every week, not just now!
More boos fill the arena as Glory vents her frustrations angrily, however she seems to shake off her aggravation and instead looks back up the ramp with a renewed intensity.
Glory:
Speaking of Angelica Jones, bitch, if you are in the back, I suggest you get your ass out here!
The fans explode into cheers at the insinuation that Angelica might be coming to the ring, suddenly “All The things she said” by T.A.T.U suddenly erupts and the fans stand to there feet, all of them loud and happy to see Angelica as she steps out from the back, her face cold. She stands at the top of the stage and just glares at Braddock, however she has a microphone in hand and lifts it as her music comes to a stop.
Angelica:
I think I mis-heard you Glory, you see, I thought I overheard you just call me a bitch, that right?
Glory:
That’s damn right.
Angelica:
Normally, I’d take that as a compliment but considering that I was looking for the smallest reason I could find to come down there tonight and beat you to a pulp, I’ll take that in the way it was intended and give you the beating you deserve, right, now!
Angelica just drops the microphone as the fans go nuts with cheers, exploding as Glory to drops her mic and prepares for Angelica’s advance, however as Angelica steps forward, Marie suddenly appears from the back a chair in hand, suddenly she slams it across the back of Angelica!
Walters:
NO!! Marie Williams just struck her own mother with a chair!
Vines:
I’m hungry.
Walters:
Eddie for god sake, call the scene.
Vines:
Fine, I see breasts, fillets, steaks, chops… And now I’m starving!
Angelica doesn’t fall but arches her back from the shot, the pain riding up and down her spine, she turns but right into a shot over her head that bends the chair in two, this time she falls, blood instantly falling like a drip down her cheek and onto the steel underneath her! Marie just throws her titles aside and grabs Angelica lifting her back to her feet, she walks her up the stage and slams her face first into the LED lights that show the Carnage imaging for the show, she then clotheslines her to the ground.
Glory:
Angelica, you are old news and Marie is proving it to you right now!
Glory just laughs in the ring as Marie just grabs Angelica again and walks to the edge of the stage, the fans screaming and chanting for her to stop, but she ignores them and just lifts Angelica up onto her shoulders in a cross like manner, before throwing her clear into the air and down onto a number of electrical boxes with wires running from them! Angelica lands hard causing them to collapse to the ground, sparks exploding from two of the boxes, the fans are in utter shock as Marie looks on, a huge smile across her face, instantly EMT’s come rushing out to the scene, all of them shouting at Marie as she stands on the staging above, her eyes staring a hole right through her mother as the fans boo loudly, some chanting in Italian asking if she is dead.
Marie just backs up to the curtained off area and with a smile at Glory turns and walks back through the curtain as EMT’s continue to try and treat Angelica.
Glory:
Couldn’t have happened to a better person and with that done… My job here is finished for now.
Glory just goes to drop the microphone, but as she does Megadeath “Countdown to Extinction” Suddenly plays through the speaker system causing the fans to boo even louder as suddenly Jacob Laymon and Rayne Young step out from the back, both of them just walk across the staging to the side where Angelica is being looked after, both of them smiling as they look at the carnage caused, however they quickly walk back to the ramp and start heading down it as Glory watches on suspiciously. Both men enter the ring in there own fashion and Jacob just takes a microphone, his eyes glaring back at Angelica for a moment as his music dies down.
Jacob:
Firstly, Glory, let me tell you that since you cut your ties with the person you and your group just presumably made a cripple over there, I have had a hell of a lot more respect for you, I think we both have.
Rayne just nods in acceptance to Jacob’s comment.
Jacob:
But I don’t quite think your work is finished, after all, you might have just taken out Angelica in an impressive fashion and trust me, that does us both a favour here, but two weeks ago, I also become the number one contender for the World Championship, a title you hold, a title you stole, a title you don’t deserve to have and for that reason, respect or no respect, our little ‘thing’ Glory, is long from finished.
The fans are booing all three of the people in the ring at the moment, none of them liked by these fans.
Glory:
Stole it? Jacob, let me thank you for the public show of respect, but trust me, it isn’t required, myself, Brittany and Marie, we do things for ourselves now, we don’t do it for the respect or acceptance of others, especially you. However to say I ‘stole’ this title is pretty far from the truth, after all, it had more to do with you not being able to hold onto the belt when we fell, if you had a better grip, maybe you’d be the World Champion right now and not me.
Jacob just grins at the comment.
Jacob:
Denial, I thought as much. Ok Glory, you want to pretend that you defended that title fair and square, fine, you do that, but at Warfare and Riots, remember something, there is no ladders, no gimmicks, no little stipulations in place, actually, at the pay per view Glory, it’s going to be me and you, one on one, best wrestler wins and lets face it, in a straight up fight, the winner is going to be and has always been, me.
Glory:
That so?
Laymon:
That’s so!
Glory:
Then at the pay per view, lets see you prove it, because quite frankly, I’ve kept this title from all comers for a long, long time now and Jacob, I don’t care how you ‘intend’ on doing it, but the end result at the pay per view will be the same end result as tonight and all the nights before now, with me, Glory Braddock, the British Bombshell holding this title proudly above my head and you, Jacob Laymon, lying motionless on the ground, defeated and deflated.
Glory just grins, however before anymore can be said, the sound of “Passive” By Perfect Circle suddenly erupts over the speakers and the fans go MENTAL with cheers, the whole arena is on its feet as Priest suddenly steps out from the back, Glory, Jacob and Rayne all look up the ramp in shock, Rayne especially, they glare at Priest, but the big man has no microphone, he isn’t wasting anytime, he just walks down the ramp and just grabs the top rope, lifting himself onto the apron before stepping over the ropes and into the ring, both Jacob and Glory lunge at him, but Priest just clotheslines both of them to the ground! He then turns to see them both stumble into the ropes, he then charges forward, but both Jacob and Glory duck and roll out of the ring to safety, both of them slowly walking back up the ramp, Priest just shouts abuse at the two of them when suddenly BANG! Rayne slams a chair into the back of Priest, but he barely moves, instead the big man just turns to see Young looking shocked at his lack of reaction Rayne then lifts the chair again but Priest just slaps his hand around the throat of Rayne, PRIEST SLAM!! HE HITS IT!!! Rayne just hits the mat hard and instantly rolls out of the ring, all three of the disliked superstars looking on in shock as the reformed Priest angrily glares back at them. Jacob just helps Rayne up as Priest grabs a microphone from the mat and leans over the ropes, his eyes glaring at them all with an unmatched fury.
Priest:
Before anyone claims a right to that title, you have to go through me.
Cheers explode all around as Priest just pauses to take in the reaction of the fans, he then looks directly at the now furious Rayne Young.
Priest:
And as for you… I’m not finished with you, so hide Rayne, hide in the back somewhere, because I’m
coming…
More cheers explode as Rayne just points and shouts abuse at the big man, his anger exploding in an out of control fashion as slowly the image of Priest in the ring fades to black.
*********************************************************************************
Backstage
The sight of a car is seen entering the parking lot as we go backstage, the fans now looking up at the big screen wondering who it could be. The car, a large black Mercedes slowly pulls up in front of the doors and a driver steps out, he walks to the back door and just opens it allowing none other then The Lethal Weapon to step out from it. The legend just grins from ear to ear as Riley steps into the shot as well to meet him.
Riley:
Hey! You made it.
Weapon:
I said I would.
Riley:
Good, its good to see you back. I take it everything is sorted now?
Weapon:
Yes. Charges have been dropped, I have a case to go back to in March I think, but otherwise, we are good to continue where we left off, which by the way, got me thinking… I missed my World title opportunity last week.
Riley:
I know. I can’t do anything much about it though Lethal, however, if you win tonight, consider yourself in the World division, how does that sound?
Weapon:
I guess I can accept that.
Lethal shakes Riley’s hand, the two men smiling when suddenly, the boos return as Eli Legacy stops and stares at the two of them.
Eli:
You have to be kidding me?
Weapon:
You got a problem?
Eli:
Actually, yeah, I have. My problem is with Riley giving dinosaurs like you opportunities, rapist dinosaurs no less!
The fans ‘Oooo’ at the comment as Weapon’s anger begins to become clear in his expression, he stands square to Eli, both men glaring at one another as Riley tries to keep them apart.
Weapon:
You might want to say that again, I didn’t quite hear you before.
Eli:
I called you…A…RAPIST… DINOS-
Suddenly Weapon’s hand slaps Eli across the face so hard, Eli’s body jolts to the side as he grabs his face, angrily he stands back up and glares at the eyes of Weapon, however Riley manages to push himself between them.
Riley:
Stop it, enough. Eli you have a match tonight with Jackson Adams, I suggest you prepare for that as it’s coming up next. GO!
Eli angrily just steps away from Weapon and then walks off as the fans look on, Riley however just watches him leave and then turns back to Lethal.
Riley:
Welcome back.
With a raise of his eyebrows and a sigh of relief that the issue stopped there, Riley just walks off leaving an angry Weapon stewing on the comments of Eli Legacy as he glares out of shot.
********************************************************************************
In the Arena…
LIVE – FROM ROME, ITALY
As the main entrance finishes playing, the bursting of fireworks can be heard as they squeal into the air and explode into an array of colours, again and again this happens as the theme of “Kiss it goodbye” By Nickleback explodes from the speakers, the chorus fast and catchy, on the big screen various images of different stars hitting there finishers can be seen before the shot turns to the fans and zooms all around the arena watching the fans leap from their feet in a show of excitement. Many of the signs are in Italian, but are clearly in reference to the things relevant to the times with one sign reading “MCW fears FWA!!”
As the fireworks finally come to an end leaving the music to fight it out for the fans for the loudest noise in the arena, the shot turns to two new commentators sitting at ringside, with Sweeney and Brody heading back to MCW, the new commentary team appear for the first time and the two names in the seat are no rookies either, one of them being the famed Cannibal, Eddie Vines, a former UCWF, ULW and SCW superstar, the other none other than former IWC Owner, Jerry Walters.
Walters:
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WELCOME TO FWA CARNAGE!! And a special Christmas welcome from me and Eddie, coming in for our first ever show with this company, its truly an honour.
Vines:
I’m still waiting for payment.
Walters:
Payment? Eddie, you get paid monthly!?!
Vines:
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD!!!!
Walters:
What? Did I says something wrong?
Vines:
No. Why?
Walters:
… Great. I can see this is going to be lots of fun.
The show music suddenly stops as the arena goes silent except for the fans for a mere second before suddenly “Dumb Bitch” By Mickie James suddenly hits the speakers, the fans reaction says it all as suddenly the fans begin to boo heavily, all of them are awaiting the arrival of the World Champion and they don’t wait long as suddenly she steps out, a big smile across her face, she is dressed in normal clothing and just lifts her title in the air to the hatred of the fans, she is alone though and just slowly paces down the ramp, ignoring the fans either side of her before reaching the ring, she climbs up onto the apron and climbs the outside of the turnbuckle, lifting the belt clear into the sky and closing her eyes to listen to the loud and abusive negative reaction, a reaction that merely makes her grin from ear to ear. She steps back down and enters the ring, pacing the mat with a microphone in hand as her music stops and she waits for the fans to quiet down as well.
Glory:
Quiet finished?
More boos erupt at the provocation as Glory just shakes her heads, she then looks around the fans.
Glory:
Fucking Italians, no idea why the wanker who owns this place even bought us here, your country is shit, no wonder you have so much debt, idiots.
Extremely loud boos explode from every side of the arena, a couple of plastic cups even being thrown in the ring at her comments, but Glory ignores it and lifts the mic, her attention turning to the big screen and the curtained off area.
Glory:
It seems to me, that not only does the owner of this company have no idea where to take this show in terms of locations, but he also has no clue how to treat his most important superstar, me. Face it, I’m the World Champion and this is the FIRST time I have come out here and opened the show in weeks!
Riley Addison, if you are listening in the back, we both know the facts and the facts are that I deserve some more respect, you see, I am not in the shadow of Angelica Jones any longer, nor is Marie and neither is Brittany, we all stepped out from that and stand here strong by our own accord and this, this time you and the suits in the back have given me to finally speak, this is bullshit because it should be every week, not just now!
More boos fill the arena as Glory vents her frustrations angrily, however she seems to shake off her aggravation and instead looks back up the ramp with a renewed intensity.
Glory:
Speaking of Angelica Jones, bitch, if you are in the back, I suggest you get your ass out here!
The fans explode into cheers at the insinuation that Angelica might be coming to the ring, suddenly “All The things she said” by T.A.T.U suddenly erupts and the fans stand to there feet, all of them loud and happy to see Angelica as she steps out from the back, her face cold. She stands at the top of the stage and just glares at Braddock, however she has a microphone in hand and lifts it as her music comes to a stop.
Angelica:
I think I mis-heard you Glory, you see, I thought I overheard you just call me a bitch, that right?
Glory:
That’s damn right.
Angelica:
Normally, I’d take that as a compliment but considering that I was looking for the smallest reason I could find to come down there tonight and beat you to a pulp, I’ll take that in the way it was intended and give you the beating you deserve, right, now!
Angelica just drops the microphone as the fans go nuts with cheers, exploding as Glory to drops her mic and prepares for Angelica’s advance, however as Angelica steps forward, Marie suddenly appears from the back a chair in hand, suddenly she slams it across the back of Angelica!
Walters:
NO!! Marie Williams just struck her own mother with a chair!
Vines:
I’m hungry.
Walters:
Eddie for god sake, call the scene.
Vines:
Fine, I see breasts, fillets, steaks, chops… And now I’m starving!
Angelica doesn’t fall but arches her back from the shot, the pain riding up and down her spine, she turns but right into a shot over her head that bends the chair in two, this time she falls, blood instantly falling like a drip down her cheek and onto the steel underneath her! Marie just throws her titles aside and grabs Angelica lifting her back to her feet, she walks her up the stage and slams her face first into the LED lights that show the Carnage imaging for the show, she then clotheslines her to the ground.
Glory:
Angelica, you are old news and Marie is proving it to you right now!
Glory just laughs in the ring as Marie just grabs Angelica again and walks to the edge of the stage, the fans screaming and chanting for her to stop, but she ignores them and just lifts Angelica up onto her shoulders in a cross like manner, before throwing her clear into the air and down onto a number of electrical boxes with wires running from them! Angelica lands hard causing them to collapse to the ground, sparks exploding from two of the boxes, the fans are in utter shock as Marie looks on, a huge smile across her face, instantly EMT’s come rushing out to the scene, all of them shouting at Marie as she stands on the staging above, her eyes staring a hole right through her mother as the fans boo loudly, some chanting in Italian asking if she is dead.
Marie just backs up to the curtained off area and with a smile at Glory turns and walks back through the curtain as EMT’s continue to try and treat Angelica.
Glory:
Couldn’t have happened to a better person and with that done… My job here is finished for now.
Glory just goes to drop the microphone, but as she does Megadeath “Countdown to Extinction” Suddenly plays through the speaker system causing the fans to boo even louder as suddenly Jacob Laymon and Rayne Young step out from the back, both of them just walk across the staging to the side where Angelica is being looked after, both of them smiling as they look at the carnage caused, however they quickly walk back to the ramp and start heading down it as Glory watches on suspiciously. Both men enter the ring in there own fashion and Jacob just takes a microphone, his eyes glaring back at Angelica for a moment as his music dies down.
Jacob:
Firstly, Glory, let me tell you that since you cut your ties with the person you and your group just presumably made a cripple over there, I have had a hell of a lot more respect for you, I think we both have.
Rayne just nods in acceptance to Jacob’s comment.
Jacob:
But I don’t quite think your work is finished, after all, you might have just taken out Angelica in an impressive fashion and trust me, that does us both a favour here, but two weeks ago, I also become the number one contender for the World Championship, a title you hold, a title you stole, a title you don’t deserve to have and for that reason, respect or no respect, our little ‘thing’ Glory, is long from finished.
The fans are booing all three of the people in the ring at the moment, none of them liked by these fans.
Glory:
Stole it? Jacob, let me thank you for the public show of respect, but trust me, it isn’t required, myself, Brittany and Marie, we do things for ourselves now, we don’t do it for the respect or acceptance of others, especially you. However to say I ‘stole’ this title is pretty far from the truth, after all, it had more to do with you not being able to hold onto the belt when we fell, if you had a better grip, maybe you’d be the World Champion right now and not me.
Jacob just grins at the comment.
Jacob:
Denial, I thought as much. Ok Glory, you want to pretend that you defended that title fair and square, fine, you do that, but at Warfare and Riots, remember something, there is no ladders, no gimmicks, no little stipulations in place, actually, at the pay per view Glory, it’s going to be me and you, one on one, best wrestler wins and lets face it, in a straight up fight, the winner is going to be and has always been, me.
Glory:
That so?
Laymon:
That’s so!
Glory:
Then at the pay per view, lets see you prove it, because quite frankly, I’ve kept this title from all comers for a long, long time now and Jacob, I don’t care how you ‘intend’ on doing it, but the end result at the pay per view will be the same end result as tonight and all the nights before now, with me, Glory Braddock, the British Bombshell holding this title proudly above my head and you, Jacob Laymon, lying motionless on the ground, defeated and deflated.
Glory just grins, however before anymore can be said, the sound of “Passive” By Perfect Circle suddenly erupts over the speakers and the fans go MENTAL with cheers, the whole arena is on its feet as Priest suddenly steps out from the back, Glory, Jacob and Rayne all look up the ramp in shock, Rayne especially, they glare at Priest, but the big man has no microphone, he isn’t wasting anytime, he just walks down the ramp and just grabs the top rope, lifting himself onto the apron before stepping over the ropes and into the ring, both Jacob and Glory lunge at him, but Priest just clotheslines both of them to the ground! He then turns to see them both stumble into the ropes, he then charges forward, but both Jacob and Glory duck and roll out of the ring to safety, both of them slowly walking back up the ramp, Priest just shouts abuse at the two of them when suddenly BANG! Rayne slams a chair into the back of Priest, but he barely moves, instead the big man just turns to see Young looking shocked at his lack of reaction Rayne then lifts the chair again but Priest just slaps his hand around the throat of Rayne, PRIEST SLAM!! HE HITS IT!!! Rayne just hits the mat hard and instantly rolls out of the ring, all three of the disliked superstars looking on in shock as the reformed Priest angrily glares back at them. Jacob just helps Rayne up as Priest grabs a microphone from the mat and leans over the ropes, his eyes glaring at them all with an unmatched fury.
Priest:
Before anyone claims a right to that title, you have to go through me.
Cheers explode all around as Priest just pauses to take in the reaction of the fans, he then looks directly at the now furious Rayne Young.
Priest:
And as for you… I’m not finished with you, so hide Rayne, hide in the back somewhere, because I’m
coming…
More cheers explode as Rayne just points and shouts abuse at the big man, his anger exploding in an out of control fashion as slowly the image of Priest in the ring fades to black.
*********************************************************************************
Backstage
The sight of a car is seen entering the parking lot as we go backstage, the fans now looking up at the big screen wondering who it could be. The car, a large black Mercedes slowly pulls up in front of the doors and a driver steps out, he walks to the back door and just opens it allowing none other then The Lethal Weapon to step out from it. The legend just grins from ear to ear as Riley steps into the shot as well to meet him.
Riley:
Hey! You made it.
Weapon:
I said I would.
Riley:
Good, its good to see you back. I take it everything is sorted now?
Weapon:
Yes. Charges have been dropped, I have a case to go back to in March I think, but otherwise, we are good to continue where we left off, which by the way, got me thinking… I missed my World title opportunity last week.
Riley:
I know. I can’t do anything much about it though Lethal, however, if you win tonight, consider yourself in the World division, how does that sound?
Weapon:
I guess I can accept that.
Lethal shakes Riley’s hand, the two men smiling when suddenly, the boos return as Eli Legacy stops and stares at the two of them.
Eli:
You have to be kidding me?
Weapon:
You got a problem?
Eli:
Actually, yeah, I have. My problem is with Riley giving dinosaurs like you opportunities, rapist dinosaurs no less!
The fans ‘Oooo’ at the comment as Weapon’s anger begins to become clear in his expression, he stands square to Eli, both men glaring at one another as Riley tries to keep them apart.
Weapon:
You might want to say that again, I didn’t quite hear you before.
Eli:
I called you…A…RAPIST… DINOS-
Suddenly Weapon’s hand slaps Eli across the face so hard, Eli’s body jolts to the side as he grabs his face, angrily he stands back up and glares at the eyes of Weapon, however Riley manages to push himself between them.
Riley:
Stop it, enough. Eli you have a match tonight with Jackson Adams, I suggest you prepare for that as it’s coming up next. GO!
Eli angrily just steps away from Weapon and then walks off as the fans look on, Riley however just watches him leave and then turns back to Lethal.
Riley:
Welcome back.
With a raise of his eyebrows and a sigh of relief that the issue stopped there, Riley just walks off leaving an angry Weapon stewing on the comments of Eli Legacy as he glares out of shot.
********************************************************************************
In the Arena…
The camera pans to the backstage area where we see the shoes of someone who is walking at a frantic pace, its almost jogging like.
Walters:
Who the hell is that?
Vines:
Who knows, he seems to be rushing somewhere though. Hmmm, I wonder if that stagehand managed to escape?
Walters:
Escape what?
Vines:
Oh… Nothing… No mother he knows nothing… NOTHING I FUCKING SAID, DAMN IT!!
At that moment the lights go down and a few spotlights appear before Eye of the Tiger hits out over the sound system.
Walters:
Oh my God I can't believe, it can't be...
Vines:
What? Rocky Balboa!?!
Walters:
No you idiot, it’s Tommy Dewitt!!
Vines:
I’m not a twit!!
Walters:
DE-Witt for Christ sake!
Vines:
NEVER USE THE LORDS NAME IN VAIN! Hmmm, Veins… Like Spaghetti! Yum!!
At the top of the ramp Tommy DeWitt appears he looks out towards the crowd and who instantly get up off their seats. He can be seen smiling to the crowd and nodding his head. Wearing a sharp grey suit topped with his trademark Sunglasses he makes his way towards the ring he slaps hands with some of the fans who catch his eye. As he gets by the ring he walks his way up the steps before climbing through the middle rope and motioning for each turnbuckle. As he bows to the fans on each side he grabs a microphone.
Tommy DeWitt:
Oh God almighty how I've missed that.
Vines:
DAMN IT! WHAT DID I JUST SAY!!!
Members of the crowd cheer as DeWitt removes his glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, he licks his lips before speaking again.
Tommy DeWitt
So why am I here? Well that's quite simple I'm here because to be totally honest I've missed this business. I've been away from it for the past six years. Now in those six years a lot has happened... Eli Legacy for one has come here and taken this business by storm, without a doubt he is going to go on and become one hell of a champion baby... One hell of a champion.
The fans begin to boo.
Tommy DeWitt
Hey guys you can't doubt talent. Anyway enough about him, what else has happened? Tommy DeWitt has finally moved away from Hollywood and back to Boston. I missed home and needed to get out, it’s just not like it used to be.
Vines:
I appreciate the life story… But is he here for a god damn reason? SHIT, NOW I’VE DONE IT! THIS IS THE TWITS FAULT!!
Walters:
Eddie, be quiet, for god sake!
Tommy moves the microphone from his mouth for a few seconds before he smiles and brings the microphone back to his lips.
Tommy DeWitt:
Tommy DeWitt has also become a forgotten man, you walk around this business today and there won't be many guys out there who remembers the name Tommy DeWitt. That kind of hurts me, I mean for years I went out and put my body on the line night after night and to be fair I got rewards. I can remember jumping from the top of a cage in UCWF and battling with the likes of Jake Matthews and Orlando Cruz and Dante in DAW. But no one remembers me.
Tommy rubs his chin.
Tommy DeWitt:
But that needs to change, I got one good run left in me and guess what FWA? I think it’s time Tommy DeWitt made a return to the ring.
The crowd erupts with cheers.
Tommy DeWitt:
Tommy DeWitt tonight signed a contract with the Future Wrestling Alliance and I'll be honest I'm pumped and I can't way to get back into the squared circle.
Tommy looks out to the crowd with a huge smile and seems to adore the attention, especially from many in the front row who begin bowing to him, he merely offers the gesture back and thanks them, however his moment is cut short as Marie Williams and Brittany Lohan suddenly step out, the tag team champions simply grinning from ear to ear as they continue to talk to one another at the top of the stage, a curious and confused Tommy just looks on.
Marie:
Oh wow, so welcome to the FWA Tommy, considering you’ve been gone so long and at your age, remembering names and stuff isn’t so great, we won’t bother to tell you who we are, no point wasting the limited time you have left of your life, right?
Brittany:
You can thank us later.
Marie:
Right. But we just came out on behalf of the FWA roster and figured we’d ask you to move on and get out of the limelight for a second, no offence, but the show needs to move on and a newbie like you is kind of boring the soul out of these fans, I mean, listen to them.
A huge roar of cheers circles around the arena as Tommy just grins from ear to ear and seems to find the girls amusing as they continue to sarcastically taunt him.
Brittany:
See what I mean Tommy, you could hear a pin drop.
Both girls agree with one another before Marie purposely lifts her Inception and Tag Team championship onto her shoulder to show them off.
Marie:
Now if you don’t mind?
Marie just grins as does Brittany before the two women just turn to walk away however as they do, Tommy just lifts the microphone to his mouth.
Tommy:
Whoa, whoa, whoa… Aren’t you the girl who just planted her mother through some sound boxes and had her rushed to hospital?
Marie:
Is he still talking?
Marie and Brittany turn back to him and with a sigh of impatience, just glare at Tommy.
Marie:
Yes, that would be me, now seriously if you have anymore questions, I’d suggest you do it in the back and not waste the precious minutes of this show in that ring, ok?
Tommy:
No, not ok, not really. You see, maybe I’m being a little old fashioned here, but throwing your mother off a stage, turning on these fans who’ve supported you through your career, all of that seems a little unethical to me, a little ‘wrong’ if you like and I noticed how you proudly paraded those titles to me a moment ago and it got me wondering…
Brittany:
Oh god, we could be here all year.
Tommy:
As I’ve yet to debut officially in this company, I believe I have a right to fight for the Inception title, right?
Marie:
What? I’m not going to give a loser like you a title shot!
Tommy:
A title shot? No, I don’t need a title shot, after all, a straight up match one on one would do and considering I’m eligible, all I’ve got to do is beat you and well, by default, I become the new Inception champion, right?
Marie:
…That’s career suicide, don’t even consider it.
Tommy:
Consider it? I’m already booked in the match you fucking idiot and that happens in two weeks on Carnage, Marie Williams, YOU are my debut and when I’m done, THAT Inception title will look pretty around MY waist.
Tommy just drops the microphone as Brittany and Marie look on in shock, “Eye of the tiger” Suddenly explodes through the speaker system, the fans are going mental with cheers as Tommy just gestures at Marie that her title is going to become his.
****************************************************************************
AD-BREAK
*****************************************************************************
In the Arena…
Eli Legacy Vs Jackson Adams
Walters:
Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to the show and moments ago, we saw the return of Tommy Dewitt, a legend in certain circles of this industry, a man who says he has ‘one more run’ left in him and that starts in two weeks, with a debut match against Marie Williams, a match that means by default, her Inception title is going to be on the line!!
Vines:
The twit certainly seemed to enjoy the noise of these fans… They couldn’t scream so loud if I ate there voice box you know?
Walters:
Interesting. Scary. But Interesting.
The song ‘Last Look At Eden’ by Europe beings to play over the sound system and the arena goes black. As the band begins to kick in, fireworks are let off the stage and lights turned back on as Eli Legacy appears onto the stage area, to a chorus of boos and jeers. With a hood over his head, Eli circles around the stage area, his eyes as cold as stone. Without acknowledging anyone, he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring. He keeps his head down, ignoring all the abuse thrown his way from the fans. As he reaches the steps to go into the ring, he takes off his hood and slowly struts up the steps. He slowly climbs into the ring, ascending the nearest turnbuckle when going through the ropes. He grins as he holds his arms out to his sides nodding to the negativity of the fans around him. He then drops down and just waits in the ring, his eyes focused on the rampway.
Walters:
I may not be Eli’s biggest fan because of his attitude, but I have to appreciate this kids skills in the ring, he can bring it to the best of them and has already some might argue!
Vines:
He’s never fought me!
Walters:
No, that’s true, but he’s a wrestler Eddie, not a savage!!
The ringside area grows Semi dim as the big screen illuminates. Flashes of a man can be seen doing different wrestling manoeuvres to various wrestlers. The words Jackson Adams flicker on the screen as we hear Break by Three Days Grace start to play over the P.A. System.
"Tonight, my head is spinning
I need something to pick me up
I've tried but nothing is working
I won't stop
I won't say I've had enough
Tonight, I start the fire
Tonight I break away"
Jackson Adams steps through the entrance ramp and the lights start to flicker wildly. He is wearing a hooded jacket with the hood covering his eyes; he walks slowly to the top of the ramp.
"Break!
Away from everybody
Break!
Away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take, yourself to higher places"
He stops for a moment, looks up then quickly jerks down the hood with an arrogant skip, as the pyro shoots up behind him causing a white flash.
"At night I feel like a vampire
It's not right
I just can't give it up
I'll try to get myself higher
Let's go
We're gonna light it up
Tonight we start the fire
Tonight we break away"
As the Pyros fade we can see the arrogance and readiness in Jackson's eyes as he starts to head towards the ring.
"Break!
Away from everybody
Break!
Away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take, yourself to higher places
Oh oh oh"
Jackson cockily strides down to the ring flashing grins to the crowd as they are cheering loudly as ever, many of them stretching for a touch of the wrestling legend.
"If you can't stand,
The way this place is
Take, yourself, to higher places"
He hops up on the apron then wipes his feet on the apron before he steps into the ring.
"Break!
Away from everybody
Break!
Away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take, yourself to higher places
Oh oh
Higher places,
Oh oh
To higher places,
Oh oh
Higher places,
Take yourself to higher places"
The song starts to fade and the lights turn to normal as Jackson does an arrogant hop across the ring taking off his jacket and tossing it to the floor, his eyes then turning angrily toward Eli Legacy who just glares confidently back at him.
Walters:
No doubt, both of these stars are full of confidence, but can the experienced Jackson Adams get the job done here, or is Eli going to have a number big name in his hat?
Vines:
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD!
Walters:
What the hell? What was that?
Vines:
Did you say he has a hat? I saw no fucking hat, where is the hat?
Walters:
Did we seriously make this guy a commentator!?!
The two men just circle the ring slowly as the bell rings, the verbal abuse coming straight away, however neither man hesitates to jump right into a collar elbow tie up, however Eli quickly breaks it, ducking low and trying to pull the leg of Jackson from under him, Jackson however counters, dropping one knee and trying to grip the arm of Eli into an armbar, but Eli rolls into a seated position, his back to Jackson, Jackson reacts by hooking Eli under the armpits, his fingers locking in behind the head of Eli causing him to grit his teeth in pain at the early submission move instantly put into place by Jackson, however Eli is able to break it easily and just pushes his back into the chest of Jackson as he gets to one knee and then rolls through while holding the arm of Adams, basically throwing him over his shoulder back first to the mat, he then changes his hold as Jackson quickly rolls onto his chest, locking in a tight side headlock, however Adams quickly stands to his feet and just throws Eli with his body as he drops back down to one knee, sending Eli over his back and breaking the hold as the two men separate but not for long as Jackson leaps at Eli as he sits back up, locking in a reverse chin lock, however Eli gives up on the pace being set and just hooks the ropes, shouting at the official as he does “GET HIM BACK! GET HIM THE FUCK BACK!”
Walters:
Scruffy start by both men, but it shows that both have mat skills in this match and both are technically proficient at what they do.
Vines:
I just want to see one of them hit the other with a brick.
Walters:
Erm, Eddie, this isn’t that kind of match!?!
Vines:
So? Who lets rules stop you hitting someone with a brick… You got a brick?
Walters:
No and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you now in case you hit me with it!!!
Jackson just grins and like a father does to his child, just scruffs his hair with his hand causing Eli to angrily roll away and glare a hole through the former Atlantic Champion. He stands up and shouts at the official claiming Jackson pulled his hair, Jackson however tells the official to not listen to him, however, while he’s distracted, Eli suddenly hits a cheap shot with his elbow into the face of Jackson knocking the veteran to the ground as the fans boo loudly.
Eli follows up his opportunism with a stiff kick to the stomach of Jackson before slapping the top of Jackson’s head in a disrespectful manner, Eli just grabs Jackson and lifts him to his feet before pushing him back into the ropes, he throws Jackson across the ring, the veteran then comes back at him, but reacts quickly sliding through the legs of Eli who just turns quickly, but Jackson is already up and hits a big European uppercut that causes Eli to stumble heavily and fall right through the top to middle ropes and onto the apron before his momentum rolls him to the safety mats around the ring. He dabs his face as Jackson angrily stands in the ring, glaring at Eli on the outside, as he begins to stand, Jackson just grabs the top rope nearest him and waits, finally when his chance comes, Jackson just catapults to the outside with a huge corkscrew splash that takes Eli right back down to the mats and causes the fans to cheer wildly as Jackson even manages to land on his feet, his eyes turning to the fans, the cheers being taken in with a wry smile from the main event superstar.
Walters:
WHAT A MOVE BY ADAMS! BIG MOVE!!
JA just lifts Eli back to his feet and rolls him into the ring before climbing up to the apron, however Legacy is back up and just runs a right hand at Jackson, but he blocks it and grabs his head, hanging Eli on the top rope and propelling him backwards toward the middle of the ring, he then climbs back up onto the apron and leaps onto the top rope to propel himself back into the match, but Legacy reads it and runs at the ropes causing Jackson to land groin first on the top rope before falling into the ring in pain.
Eli just shakes off the cobwebs and rolls out of the ring, he grabs Jackson by the ankle and just drags him ever so slightly over the apron before throwing his leg wildly so that Jackson spins 180 degrees around, his head hanging over the apron corner now, but only so Eli can just slam his boot into the head of Jackson leaving the veteran groggy and in pain as he falls from the apron down the safety mats on the outside.
This time Eli turns to the fans and poses, but the fans boo loudly, all of them showing there disgust, however Legacy just smiles and turns back to Jackson slamming his boot down onto his chest forcing Jackson to sit up, as he does, Eli then slams another boot into his back and another, Eli just grabs Jackson and rolls him into the ring before rolling in himself and quickly going for the cover,
1…
2…
Eli doesn’t argue the count and just gets to his feet before standing over Jackson, he lifts his head off the ground to slam a hard right into it taking him back down and again and again, his shots vicious. He lifts Jackson slowly off the mat before taking him back down with a sharp snapmare followed by some quick elbow drops across the chest.
Walters:
Eli is getting the upper hand here now, he pounced on a mistake by Jackson earlier in this match and ever since, it’s been one way traffic.
Vines:
Mother thinks you smell like roses…
Walters:
Tell your mother thank you and I send my regards, but we have a hell of a match your missing here Eddie?
Vines:
Are you mad? My mother is right next to you, tell her yourself!!
Walters:
Eddie, nobody is- Forget it.
Eli drops down for the cover again on Jackson,
1…
2…
No, kickout by Adams.
Legacy just quickly grabs him by the head, locking in a tight side headlock that has Jackson gasping momentarily, however Eli roars with adrenalin as he tries to tighten the grip as much as he can, Jackson is reeling here and looking in some pain as his head seems liable to pop with the amount of pressure being piled on here by Eli Legacy.
The fans just begin to applaud in a motion like way to try and bring Jackson back into this, slowly he stands and just circles the ring, trying to get out of this headlock, however he slams a hard elbow into the stomach of Eli and another and another, but Legacy holds on and instead, stands behind Jackson to keep the hold locked in, however Adams just charges backwards squashing Eli in the corner to loosen the hold before running forward and dropping to one knee as he did earlier, throwing Eli over him to break the hold, however Jackson is groggy and Legacy gets right back up and before Adams can retaliate hits a huge knee to the face of Jackson causing him to wobble on his legs, Eli then hooks his arm and drops him with a back suplex right into a fairly light cover,
1…
2…
Easy Kickout by Jackson Adams.
Walters:
Bad pinfall by Eli there, he might have got the three count had he covered him properly, maybe a sign of overconfidence there.
Eli just stands to his feet and turns his back on Jackson, instead choosing to pose for the fans who boo him heavily, he circles the ring, his arms held aloft as if he had already won, he turns back to Jackson who’s up to one knee and just hooks him under the arms as if going for a submission, but Jackson quickly drops back down to a seated position and just sits back lifting his leg right into the head and face of Legacy with a huge Pele kick that staggers Eli as the fans cheer loudly, Jackson then rolls to his feet and clotheslines Legacy down and again and again, Eli stumbles back to his feet as Jackson builds up some momentum, he grabs the wrist of Legacy and throws him across the ring before hitting a huge spinebuster on Legacy that has the fans cheering loudly and suddenly feels Jackson with confidence as he stands and roars to the fans with adrenalin.
He waits for Eli to stand, when he does, he grabs him by the wrist, however Eli tries to counter with a high kick to the head of Jackson, but Adams ducks that and then hooks Eli by both hands between his legs, suddenly he lifts him up in a double pumphandle pyramid driver!!! THE PLUNGE!!! Jackson Covers,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Eli Legacy is able to kick out somehow!!
Walters:
Big move! But how the hell did Eli kick out? It shows the guts of the kid whether you like him or not.
Vines:
I’d like to see the guts of the kid.
Walters:
The less said about that, the better!
Jackson looks pissed and just rolls up to his feet, he suddenly taunts the fans that this one is over and grabs Legacy by the head, he lifts him between his legs and hooks his chest, suddenly he lifts him into a piledriver position, but Eli uses the momentum and rolls right through onto his shoulders and then down his back, he instantly drops to the mat and grabs Jackson rolling him up,
1…
2…
WAIT HE’S HOLDING THE TIGHTS!!!
3…
ELI LEGACY WINS! HE STEALS THE WIN!!!
Walker:
WHAT!?! Referee, have a look, Legacy had the tights, he cheated!!
Eli just rolls out of the ring and drops to one knee on the outside of the ring, a huge smile across his face, he glares at Jackson Adams who is up on his knees, furious with the official demanding he look at a replay or something, but the official stands by his decision and Eli wins this, the fans are furious as well as Legacy picks up another big scalp in his short career so far in the FWA!
Eli just stands to his feet and walks around the ring as Jackson climbs out of it, he walks to the announce desk and just grabs a microphone as Jackson angrily backs up the ramp, glaring at Eli the whole time as Legacy roles back into the ring, a smug grin across his face.
Legacy:
Jackson, don’t feel bad, really, that was a good match, I enjoyed that and hey, you should be proud of yourself, an old man like you being able to keep up with a young guy like me, I was actually impressed, ok, not that impressed I worried you might beat me or anything, but impressed nonetheless!
Boos explode from every side of the arena as Jackson bites his lip, being held back from going back into the ring by the official and some security guards that come from the curtained off section of the arena, however, the lights suddenly dim and the big screen suddenly brightens up as the fans cheer loudly for Michael Kyzer who is seen sitting at home glaring at the screen from a video link, the Atlantic Champion sarcastically clapping Legacy.
Kyzer:
I was watching at home and the guys already had this stuff set up, so I thought it best that I say something to you, I mean after all, I didn’t get to leave the last show with my head held high did I? So Eli, congratulations on another win, beating Jackson Adams, even if you had to have your hand up his ass to get the job done, I guess you’re an ‘ass’ kind of guy right? Like touching men in your matches to get you off?
The fans fall about laughing as the smile on Eli’s face suddenly begins to fade.
Kyzer:
Eli, don’t you worry your little self though, because while you go around pissing off every big name in the business to try and get yourself some heat, in good time and sooner then you might think, I will be back in that arena, back in that company and with the title STILL around my waist, I’ll be getting in that ring along with you and beating you from pillow to post, ripping you limb from limb, so no matter what trouble you get yourself into Legacy, be assured, that the one thing you should be worrying about, is still very much on its way back for redemption!
The fans cheer loudly as Kyzer just sits back in his chair at his home to prepare for the rest of the show, the satellite link disappearing as the lights come back on, Eli just angrily looks on as he drops the microphone in the ring, the shot going backstage again.
******************************************************************************
Backstage
Walters:
Who the hell is that?
Vines:
Who knows, he seems to be rushing somewhere though. Hmmm, I wonder if that stagehand managed to escape?
Walters:
Escape what?
Vines:
Oh… Nothing… No mother he knows nothing… NOTHING I FUCKING SAID, DAMN IT!!
At that moment the lights go down and a few spotlights appear before Eye of the Tiger hits out over the sound system.
Walters:
Oh my God I can't believe, it can't be...
Vines:
What? Rocky Balboa!?!
Walters:
No you idiot, it’s Tommy Dewitt!!
Vines:
I’m not a twit!!
Walters:
DE-Witt for Christ sake!
Vines:
NEVER USE THE LORDS NAME IN VAIN! Hmmm, Veins… Like Spaghetti! Yum!!
At the top of the ramp Tommy DeWitt appears he looks out towards the crowd and who instantly get up off their seats. He can be seen smiling to the crowd and nodding his head. Wearing a sharp grey suit topped with his trademark Sunglasses he makes his way towards the ring he slaps hands with some of the fans who catch his eye. As he gets by the ring he walks his way up the steps before climbing through the middle rope and motioning for each turnbuckle. As he bows to the fans on each side he grabs a microphone.
Tommy DeWitt:
Oh God almighty how I've missed that.
Vines:
DAMN IT! WHAT DID I JUST SAY!!!
Members of the crowd cheer as DeWitt removes his glasses and places them in his jacket pocket, he licks his lips before speaking again.
Tommy DeWitt
So why am I here? Well that's quite simple I'm here because to be totally honest I've missed this business. I've been away from it for the past six years. Now in those six years a lot has happened... Eli Legacy for one has come here and taken this business by storm, without a doubt he is going to go on and become one hell of a champion baby... One hell of a champion.
The fans begin to boo.
Tommy DeWitt
Hey guys you can't doubt talent. Anyway enough about him, what else has happened? Tommy DeWitt has finally moved away from Hollywood and back to Boston. I missed home and needed to get out, it’s just not like it used to be.
Vines:
I appreciate the life story… But is he here for a god damn reason? SHIT, NOW I’VE DONE IT! THIS IS THE TWITS FAULT!!
Walters:
Eddie, be quiet, for god sake!
Tommy moves the microphone from his mouth for a few seconds before he smiles and brings the microphone back to his lips.
Tommy DeWitt:
Tommy DeWitt has also become a forgotten man, you walk around this business today and there won't be many guys out there who remembers the name Tommy DeWitt. That kind of hurts me, I mean for years I went out and put my body on the line night after night and to be fair I got rewards. I can remember jumping from the top of a cage in UCWF and battling with the likes of Jake Matthews and Orlando Cruz and Dante in DAW. But no one remembers me.
Tommy rubs his chin.
Tommy DeWitt:
But that needs to change, I got one good run left in me and guess what FWA? I think it’s time Tommy DeWitt made a return to the ring.
The crowd erupts with cheers.
Tommy DeWitt:
Tommy DeWitt tonight signed a contract with the Future Wrestling Alliance and I'll be honest I'm pumped and I can't way to get back into the squared circle.
Tommy looks out to the crowd with a huge smile and seems to adore the attention, especially from many in the front row who begin bowing to him, he merely offers the gesture back and thanks them, however his moment is cut short as Marie Williams and Brittany Lohan suddenly step out, the tag team champions simply grinning from ear to ear as they continue to talk to one another at the top of the stage, a curious and confused Tommy just looks on.
Marie:
Oh wow, so welcome to the FWA Tommy, considering you’ve been gone so long and at your age, remembering names and stuff isn’t so great, we won’t bother to tell you who we are, no point wasting the limited time you have left of your life, right?
Brittany:
You can thank us later.
Marie:
Right. But we just came out on behalf of the FWA roster and figured we’d ask you to move on and get out of the limelight for a second, no offence, but the show needs to move on and a newbie like you is kind of boring the soul out of these fans, I mean, listen to them.
A huge roar of cheers circles around the arena as Tommy just grins from ear to ear and seems to find the girls amusing as they continue to sarcastically taunt him.
Brittany:
See what I mean Tommy, you could hear a pin drop.
Both girls agree with one another before Marie purposely lifts her Inception and Tag Team championship onto her shoulder to show them off.
Marie:
Now if you don’t mind?
Marie just grins as does Brittany before the two women just turn to walk away however as they do, Tommy just lifts the microphone to his mouth.
Tommy:
Whoa, whoa, whoa… Aren’t you the girl who just planted her mother through some sound boxes and had her rushed to hospital?
Marie:
Is he still talking?
Marie and Brittany turn back to him and with a sigh of impatience, just glare at Tommy.
Marie:
Yes, that would be me, now seriously if you have anymore questions, I’d suggest you do it in the back and not waste the precious minutes of this show in that ring, ok?
Tommy:
No, not ok, not really. You see, maybe I’m being a little old fashioned here, but throwing your mother off a stage, turning on these fans who’ve supported you through your career, all of that seems a little unethical to me, a little ‘wrong’ if you like and I noticed how you proudly paraded those titles to me a moment ago and it got me wondering…
Brittany:
Oh god, we could be here all year.
Tommy:
As I’ve yet to debut officially in this company, I believe I have a right to fight for the Inception title, right?
Marie:
What? I’m not going to give a loser like you a title shot!
Tommy:
A title shot? No, I don’t need a title shot, after all, a straight up match one on one would do and considering I’m eligible, all I’ve got to do is beat you and well, by default, I become the new Inception champion, right?
Marie:
…That’s career suicide, don’t even consider it.
Tommy:
Consider it? I’m already booked in the match you fucking idiot and that happens in two weeks on Carnage, Marie Williams, YOU are my debut and when I’m done, THAT Inception title will look pretty around MY waist.
Tommy just drops the microphone as Brittany and Marie look on in shock, “Eye of the tiger” Suddenly explodes through the speaker system, the fans are going mental with cheers as Tommy just gestures at Marie that her title is going to become his.
****************************************************************************
AD-BREAK
*****************************************************************************
In the Arena…
Eli Legacy Vs Jackson Adams
Walters:
Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to the show and moments ago, we saw the return of Tommy Dewitt, a legend in certain circles of this industry, a man who says he has ‘one more run’ left in him and that starts in two weeks, with a debut match against Marie Williams, a match that means by default, her Inception title is going to be on the line!!
Vines:
The twit certainly seemed to enjoy the noise of these fans… They couldn’t scream so loud if I ate there voice box you know?
Walters:
Interesting. Scary. But Interesting.
The song ‘Last Look At Eden’ by Europe beings to play over the sound system and the arena goes black. As the band begins to kick in, fireworks are let off the stage and lights turned back on as Eli Legacy appears onto the stage area, to a chorus of boos and jeers. With a hood over his head, Eli circles around the stage area, his eyes as cold as stone. Without acknowledging anyone, he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring. He keeps his head down, ignoring all the abuse thrown his way from the fans. As he reaches the steps to go into the ring, he takes off his hood and slowly struts up the steps. He slowly climbs into the ring, ascending the nearest turnbuckle when going through the ropes. He grins as he holds his arms out to his sides nodding to the negativity of the fans around him. He then drops down and just waits in the ring, his eyes focused on the rampway.
Walters:
I may not be Eli’s biggest fan because of his attitude, but I have to appreciate this kids skills in the ring, he can bring it to the best of them and has already some might argue!
Vines:
He’s never fought me!
Walters:
No, that’s true, but he’s a wrestler Eddie, not a savage!!
The ringside area grows Semi dim as the big screen illuminates. Flashes of a man can be seen doing different wrestling manoeuvres to various wrestlers. The words Jackson Adams flicker on the screen as we hear Break by Three Days Grace start to play over the P.A. System.
"Tonight, my head is spinning
I need something to pick me up
I've tried but nothing is working
I won't stop
I won't say I've had enough
Tonight, I start the fire
Tonight I break away"
Jackson Adams steps through the entrance ramp and the lights start to flicker wildly. He is wearing a hooded jacket with the hood covering his eyes; he walks slowly to the top of the ramp.
"Break!
Away from everybody
Break!
Away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take, yourself to higher places"
He stops for a moment, looks up then quickly jerks down the hood with an arrogant skip, as the pyro shoots up behind him causing a white flash.
"At night I feel like a vampire
It's not right
I just can't give it up
I'll try to get myself higher
Let's go
We're gonna light it up
Tonight we start the fire
Tonight we break away"
As the Pyros fade we can see the arrogance and readiness in Jackson's eyes as he starts to head towards the ring.
"Break!
Away from everybody
Break!
Away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take, yourself to higher places
Oh oh oh"
Jackson cockily strides down to the ring flashing grins to the crowd as they are cheering loudly as ever, many of them stretching for a touch of the wrestling legend.
"If you can't stand,
The way this place is
Take, yourself, to higher places"
He hops up on the apron then wipes his feet on the apron before he steps into the ring.
"Break!
Away from everybody
Break!
Away from everything
If you can't stand the way this place is
Take, yourself to higher places
Oh oh
Higher places,
Oh oh
To higher places,
Oh oh
Higher places,
Take yourself to higher places"
The song starts to fade and the lights turn to normal as Jackson does an arrogant hop across the ring taking off his jacket and tossing it to the floor, his eyes then turning angrily toward Eli Legacy who just glares confidently back at him.
Walters:
No doubt, both of these stars are full of confidence, but can the experienced Jackson Adams get the job done here, or is Eli going to have a number big name in his hat?
Vines:
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING GOD!
Walters:
What the hell? What was that?
Vines:
Did you say he has a hat? I saw no fucking hat, where is the hat?
Walters:
Did we seriously make this guy a commentator!?!
The two men just circle the ring slowly as the bell rings, the verbal abuse coming straight away, however neither man hesitates to jump right into a collar elbow tie up, however Eli quickly breaks it, ducking low and trying to pull the leg of Jackson from under him, Jackson however counters, dropping one knee and trying to grip the arm of Eli into an armbar, but Eli rolls into a seated position, his back to Jackson, Jackson reacts by hooking Eli under the armpits, his fingers locking in behind the head of Eli causing him to grit his teeth in pain at the early submission move instantly put into place by Jackson, however Eli is able to break it easily and just pushes his back into the chest of Jackson as he gets to one knee and then rolls through while holding the arm of Adams, basically throwing him over his shoulder back first to the mat, he then changes his hold as Jackson quickly rolls onto his chest, locking in a tight side headlock, however Adams quickly stands to his feet and just throws Eli with his body as he drops back down to one knee, sending Eli over his back and breaking the hold as the two men separate but not for long as Jackson leaps at Eli as he sits back up, locking in a reverse chin lock, however Eli gives up on the pace being set and just hooks the ropes, shouting at the official as he does “GET HIM BACK! GET HIM THE FUCK BACK!”
Walters:
Scruffy start by both men, but it shows that both have mat skills in this match and both are technically proficient at what they do.
Vines:
I just want to see one of them hit the other with a brick.
Walters:
Erm, Eddie, this isn’t that kind of match!?!
Vines:
So? Who lets rules stop you hitting someone with a brick… You got a brick?
Walters:
No and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you now in case you hit me with it!!!
Jackson just grins and like a father does to his child, just scruffs his hair with his hand causing Eli to angrily roll away and glare a hole through the former Atlantic Champion. He stands up and shouts at the official claiming Jackson pulled his hair, Jackson however tells the official to not listen to him, however, while he’s distracted, Eli suddenly hits a cheap shot with his elbow into the face of Jackson knocking the veteran to the ground as the fans boo loudly.
Eli follows up his opportunism with a stiff kick to the stomach of Jackson before slapping the top of Jackson’s head in a disrespectful manner, Eli just grabs Jackson and lifts him to his feet before pushing him back into the ropes, he throws Jackson across the ring, the veteran then comes back at him, but reacts quickly sliding through the legs of Eli who just turns quickly, but Jackson is already up and hits a big European uppercut that causes Eli to stumble heavily and fall right through the top to middle ropes and onto the apron before his momentum rolls him to the safety mats around the ring. He dabs his face as Jackson angrily stands in the ring, glaring at Eli on the outside, as he begins to stand, Jackson just grabs the top rope nearest him and waits, finally when his chance comes, Jackson just catapults to the outside with a huge corkscrew splash that takes Eli right back down to the mats and causes the fans to cheer wildly as Jackson even manages to land on his feet, his eyes turning to the fans, the cheers being taken in with a wry smile from the main event superstar.
Walters:
WHAT A MOVE BY ADAMS! BIG MOVE!!
JA just lifts Eli back to his feet and rolls him into the ring before climbing up to the apron, however Legacy is back up and just runs a right hand at Jackson, but he blocks it and grabs his head, hanging Eli on the top rope and propelling him backwards toward the middle of the ring, he then climbs back up onto the apron and leaps onto the top rope to propel himself back into the match, but Legacy reads it and runs at the ropes causing Jackson to land groin first on the top rope before falling into the ring in pain.
Eli just shakes off the cobwebs and rolls out of the ring, he grabs Jackson by the ankle and just drags him ever so slightly over the apron before throwing his leg wildly so that Jackson spins 180 degrees around, his head hanging over the apron corner now, but only so Eli can just slam his boot into the head of Jackson leaving the veteran groggy and in pain as he falls from the apron down the safety mats on the outside.
This time Eli turns to the fans and poses, but the fans boo loudly, all of them showing there disgust, however Legacy just smiles and turns back to Jackson slamming his boot down onto his chest forcing Jackson to sit up, as he does, Eli then slams another boot into his back and another, Eli just grabs Jackson and rolls him into the ring before rolling in himself and quickly going for the cover,
1…
2…
Eli doesn’t argue the count and just gets to his feet before standing over Jackson, he lifts his head off the ground to slam a hard right into it taking him back down and again and again, his shots vicious. He lifts Jackson slowly off the mat before taking him back down with a sharp snapmare followed by some quick elbow drops across the chest.
Walters:
Eli is getting the upper hand here now, he pounced on a mistake by Jackson earlier in this match and ever since, it’s been one way traffic.
Vines:
Mother thinks you smell like roses…
Walters:
Tell your mother thank you and I send my regards, but we have a hell of a match your missing here Eddie?
Vines:
Are you mad? My mother is right next to you, tell her yourself!!
Walters:
Eddie, nobody is- Forget it.
Eli drops down for the cover again on Jackson,
1…
2…
No, kickout by Adams.
Legacy just quickly grabs him by the head, locking in a tight side headlock that has Jackson gasping momentarily, however Eli roars with adrenalin as he tries to tighten the grip as much as he can, Jackson is reeling here and looking in some pain as his head seems liable to pop with the amount of pressure being piled on here by Eli Legacy.
The fans just begin to applaud in a motion like way to try and bring Jackson back into this, slowly he stands and just circles the ring, trying to get out of this headlock, however he slams a hard elbow into the stomach of Eli and another and another, but Legacy holds on and instead, stands behind Jackson to keep the hold locked in, however Adams just charges backwards squashing Eli in the corner to loosen the hold before running forward and dropping to one knee as he did earlier, throwing Eli over him to break the hold, however Jackson is groggy and Legacy gets right back up and before Adams can retaliate hits a huge knee to the face of Jackson causing him to wobble on his legs, Eli then hooks his arm and drops him with a back suplex right into a fairly light cover,
1…
2…
Easy Kickout by Jackson Adams.
Walters:
Bad pinfall by Eli there, he might have got the three count had he covered him properly, maybe a sign of overconfidence there.
Eli just stands to his feet and turns his back on Jackson, instead choosing to pose for the fans who boo him heavily, he circles the ring, his arms held aloft as if he had already won, he turns back to Jackson who’s up to one knee and just hooks him under the arms as if going for a submission, but Jackson quickly drops back down to a seated position and just sits back lifting his leg right into the head and face of Legacy with a huge Pele kick that staggers Eli as the fans cheer loudly, Jackson then rolls to his feet and clotheslines Legacy down and again and again, Eli stumbles back to his feet as Jackson builds up some momentum, he grabs the wrist of Legacy and throws him across the ring before hitting a huge spinebuster on Legacy that has the fans cheering loudly and suddenly feels Jackson with confidence as he stands and roars to the fans with adrenalin.
He waits for Eli to stand, when he does, he grabs him by the wrist, however Eli tries to counter with a high kick to the head of Jackson, but Adams ducks that and then hooks Eli by both hands between his legs, suddenly he lifts him up in a double pumphandle pyramid driver!!! THE PLUNGE!!! Jackson Covers,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Eli Legacy is able to kick out somehow!!
Walters:
Big move! But how the hell did Eli kick out? It shows the guts of the kid whether you like him or not.
Vines:
I’d like to see the guts of the kid.
Walters:
The less said about that, the better!
Jackson looks pissed and just rolls up to his feet, he suddenly taunts the fans that this one is over and grabs Legacy by the head, he lifts him between his legs and hooks his chest, suddenly he lifts him into a piledriver position, but Eli uses the momentum and rolls right through onto his shoulders and then down his back, he instantly drops to the mat and grabs Jackson rolling him up,
1…
2…
WAIT HE’S HOLDING THE TIGHTS!!!
3…
ELI LEGACY WINS! HE STEALS THE WIN!!!
Walker:
WHAT!?! Referee, have a look, Legacy had the tights, he cheated!!
Eli just rolls out of the ring and drops to one knee on the outside of the ring, a huge smile across his face, he glares at Jackson Adams who is up on his knees, furious with the official demanding he look at a replay or something, but the official stands by his decision and Eli wins this, the fans are furious as well as Legacy picks up another big scalp in his short career so far in the FWA!
Eli just stands to his feet and walks around the ring as Jackson climbs out of it, he walks to the announce desk and just grabs a microphone as Jackson angrily backs up the ramp, glaring at Eli the whole time as Legacy roles back into the ring, a smug grin across his face.
Legacy:
Jackson, don’t feel bad, really, that was a good match, I enjoyed that and hey, you should be proud of yourself, an old man like you being able to keep up with a young guy like me, I was actually impressed, ok, not that impressed I worried you might beat me or anything, but impressed nonetheless!
Boos explode from every side of the arena as Jackson bites his lip, being held back from going back into the ring by the official and some security guards that come from the curtained off section of the arena, however, the lights suddenly dim and the big screen suddenly brightens up as the fans cheer loudly for Michael Kyzer who is seen sitting at home glaring at the screen from a video link, the Atlantic Champion sarcastically clapping Legacy.
Kyzer:
I was watching at home and the guys already had this stuff set up, so I thought it best that I say something to you, I mean after all, I didn’t get to leave the last show with my head held high did I? So Eli, congratulations on another win, beating Jackson Adams, even if you had to have your hand up his ass to get the job done, I guess you’re an ‘ass’ kind of guy right? Like touching men in your matches to get you off?
The fans fall about laughing as the smile on Eli’s face suddenly begins to fade.
Kyzer:
Eli, don’t you worry your little self though, because while you go around pissing off every big name in the business to try and get yourself some heat, in good time and sooner then you might think, I will be back in that arena, back in that company and with the title STILL around my waist, I’ll be getting in that ring along with you and beating you from pillow to post, ripping you limb from limb, so no matter what trouble you get yourself into Legacy, be assured, that the one thing you should be worrying about, is still very much on its way back for redemption!
The fans cheer loudly as Kyzer just sits back in his chair at his home to prepare for the rest of the show, the satellite link disappearing as the lights come back on, Eli just angrily looks on as he drops the microphone in the ring, the shot going backstage again.
******************************************************************************
Backstage
Hannah Monroe can be seen beginning to warm up for her match, she is stretching and dressed in her attire, however she suddenly stops as a shadow passes over her, her eyes glance upwards to see Marie Williams standing over her. Marie is already in a bad mood thanks to the announcement earlier and her expression says it all, nonetheless Hannah stands up and glares back at her, waiting for the trouble to start.
Marie:
I’m just here to tell you that even though Brittany cannot compete tonight, I’d much rather have her by my side tonight then a loser like you.
Hannah:
Wow, thanks. Well if its any consolation, I’d rather not be teaming with you either.
Marie:
I don’t care. All I care about is that tonight, you don’t let me down and you don’t give the likes of Tara and Brandy an opportunity to get in any offence, this should be a walkover and I expect nothing short of that, understand me?
Hannah:
Oh I understand you perfectly and when we go out there tonight, I’ll prove to you and to all the people in this place that I can ‘hang’, make no doubts about that.
Marie:
You better Monroe, because lets face it… Another loss on your record and it might just see you walking out the door, I’d even go as far as to say you need to be the one who gets the pin tonight, after all, nobody likes a loser.
Marie just grins from ear to ear before she walks out of the scene, an angry Hannah just takes in her words and then glares over her shoulder with a cold and furious expression, staring in the direction of Marie Williams as the scene fades.
*******************************************************************************
In the Arena…
Marie:
I’m just here to tell you that even though Brittany cannot compete tonight, I’d much rather have her by my side tonight then a loser like you.
Hannah:
Wow, thanks. Well if its any consolation, I’d rather not be teaming with you either.
Marie:
I don’t care. All I care about is that tonight, you don’t let me down and you don’t give the likes of Tara and Brandy an opportunity to get in any offence, this should be a walkover and I expect nothing short of that, understand me?
Hannah:
Oh I understand you perfectly and when we go out there tonight, I’ll prove to you and to all the people in this place that I can ‘hang’, make no doubts about that.
Marie:
You better Monroe, because lets face it… Another loss on your record and it might just see you walking out the door, I’d even go as far as to say you need to be the one who gets the pin tonight, after all, nobody likes a loser.
Marie just grins from ear to ear before she walks out of the scene, an angry Hannah just takes in her words and then glares over her shoulder with a cold and furious expression, staring in the direction of Marie Williams as the scene fades.
*******************************************************************************
In the Arena…
Walters:
Some tension between Hannah and Marie and with that match coming next, that’s a little worrying for the, remember, if End Effect are able to gain a victory here, they will be fighting for the tag team championships!
Vines:
Hannah kind of reminds me of a girl I once knew.
Walters:
Really? You knew a girl.
Vines:
Yes, she tasted great… Like KFC.
Walters:
Are you even allowed to be here legally?
Vines:
Ask mother…
Tag Team Match
End Effect Vs Marie Williams & Hannah Monroe
Tara Belle and Brandy Danielle are already standing in the ring, the two of them warming up and preparing for the duo that they face with an opportunity for the tag team championships on the line if they can gain a pinfall.
“The New Transmission by Lostprophets begins to play over the PA System and the crowd get to their feet as Hannah Monroe appears on the ramp from behind the black curtain. She looks out towards the crowd and smiles to herself. As she motions towards the ring she slaps hands with the younger members of the audience before climbing the steel steps and going between the bottom and middle rope to get into the ring. She then walks to the four corners of the ring saluting the fans before looking back at the two women against her, there gaze coming right back at her.
Walters:
So a wildcard like format tonight, Hannah and Marie have never tagged before and Marie must be worried, a title shot is on the line for End Effect if they can win and they have to be favourites right now, after all, they are the experienced team in this match.
Vines:
Rubbish. Teams can form nicely without any experience at all, individual talent is enough to ensure that.
Walters:
Wow. You just gave a serious journalistic point of view, congratulations.
Vines:
… Fuck you.
“You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break
It's getting dark and its all too quiet
And I can't trust anything now
And its comin' over you like its all a big mistake”
Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen….
“Holding my breathe, won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold”
Ben Watson: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 130 pounds, One half of the FWA tag team champions, “The Devilish Diva” MARIE ANNABELLE WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!
A spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp. Pyro goes off. Then Marie Annabelle Williams steps through the curtain with a determined look etched across her face. The Tron shows images of her striking at her opponents with her finishing and signature moves as the lyrics of “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begin to flow through the arena.
“Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong, your all I wanted
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted”
Marie begins to make her way down towards the ring to loud boo’s from the fans. She pays little to no attention to the reaction. Her focus is solely on the ring and the determined stride with which she walks tells that story.
“Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I say to you
He will try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishin he was you instead”
Marie hops up onto the ring apron. She strikes a sultry and sexy pose for the audience. She then smirks, shakes her head smugly muttering ‘in your dreams’ before stepping into the ring. She then hops up onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner and holds her arms up high into the air, getting a reaction from the crowd.
“Oh, oh, holding my breath, won't see you again
Something keeps me holding on to nothing”
Some tension between Hannah and Marie and with that match coming next, that’s a little worrying for the, remember, if End Effect are able to gain a victory here, they will be fighting for the tag team championships!
Vines:
Hannah kind of reminds me of a girl I once knew.
Walters:
Really? You knew a girl.
Vines:
Yes, she tasted great… Like KFC.
Walters:
Are you even allowed to be here legally?
Vines:
Ask mother…
Tag Team Match
End Effect Vs Marie Williams & Hannah Monroe
Tara Belle and Brandy Danielle are already standing in the ring, the two of them warming up and preparing for the duo that they face with an opportunity for the tag team championships on the line if they can gain a pinfall.
“The New Transmission by Lostprophets begins to play over the PA System and the crowd get to their feet as Hannah Monroe appears on the ramp from behind the black curtain. She looks out towards the crowd and smiles to herself. As she motions towards the ring she slaps hands with the younger members of the audience before climbing the steel steps and going between the bottom and middle rope to get into the ring. She then walks to the four corners of the ring saluting the fans before looking back at the two women against her, there gaze coming right back at her.
Walters:
So a wildcard like format tonight, Hannah and Marie have never tagged before and Marie must be worried, a title shot is on the line for End Effect if they can win and they have to be favourites right now, after all, they are the experienced team in this match.
Vines:
Rubbish. Teams can form nicely without any experience at all, individual talent is enough to ensure that.
Walters:
Wow. You just gave a serious journalistic point of view, congratulations.
Vines:
… Fuck you.
“You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break
It's getting dark and its all too quiet
And I can't trust anything now
And its comin' over you like its all a big mistake”
Ben Watson: Ladies and gentlemen….
“Holding my breathe, won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold”
Ben Watson: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 130 pounds, One half of the FWA tag team champions, “The Devilish Diva” MARIE ANNABELLE WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!
A spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp. Pyro goes off. Then Marie Annabelle Williams steps through the curtain with a determined look etched across her face. The Tron shows images of her striking at her opponents with her finishing and signature moves as the lyrics of “Haunted” by Taylor Swift begin to flow through the arena.
“Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong, your all I wanted
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted”
Marie begins to make her way down towards the ring to loud boo’s from the fans. She pays little to no attention to the reaction. Her focus is solely on the ring and the determined stride with which she walks tells that story.
“Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I say to you
He will try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishin he was you instead”
Marie hops up onto the ring apron. She strikes a sultry and sexy pose for the audience. She then smirks, shakes her head smugly muttering ‘in your dreams’ before stepping into the ring. She then hops up onto the second turnbuckle of the nearby corner and holds her arms up high into the air, getting a reaction from the crowd.
“Oh, oh, holding my breath, won't see you again
Something keeps me holding on to nothing”
As she jumps down, she instantly gazes at Monroe who just looks back at her, the look showing seemingly more hatred between the two partners, then shown toward there opponents, Marie just removes her inception title from around her waist and then holds her Tag team title in her hand, as she does, Tara Belle and Brandy step forward, the two of them shouting trash talk in there direction.
Walters:
And so the verbal begins.
However Marie suddenly turns and SLAMS the belt right into Tara’s face! Brandy swings wildly in retailiation, but Marie ducks her shot and as Brandy turns, she slams the gold right into Brandy’s face as well! Both members of End Effect are floored and barely moving as Marie just chucks her title aside to the pleas of the official who is yet to start this match. Instantly Hannah Monroe steps in and shoves Marie aside, angrily telling her that what she just did isn’t the right way of doing things! Marie argues back, but Hannah just grabs Tara Belle from the ground and lifts her to her feet before hooking her head, her eyes focused on Marie this whole time, TALOR A WNAED!!! SHE CONNECTS!!! Tara is laid out on the mat as Hannah roles back up to her feet and tells Marie that she can get the job done without the need for a weapon, Marie just laughs it off but as her smile fades, she grabs Brandy Danielle and lifts her to her feet as Hannah did with Tara, VINDICATOR!!! SHE CONNECTS ALSO AND BRANDY IS LAID OUT!!
Walters:
Oh my god! I didn’t see this coming! Marie laid out both members of End Effect with that title belt and now this has become a competition between Hannah and Marie as to who can beat them down better without a belt in hand!
Vines:
I love it, Lambs to the slaughter!
Walters:
What about competition? The best man wins etc…
Vines:
Yeah that’s good to if you like that kind of thing!
Suddenly the bell rings and without hesitation, Marie suddenly dives onto Brandy Danielle and hooks her legs,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Hannah Monroe drags her off the pin, instantly Hannah and Marie begin arguing with one another, but suddenly Hannah dives onto Tara,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Marie drags her off this time and again both the ladies begin to argue, Hannah just shoves Marie back tells her to watch her mouth and let her get the pinfall, Marie looks a little shocked by this, but seems to respect that Hannah has stood up to her and to the shock of the fans, raises her hands in defeat and backs off, she invites Hannah to try the pinfall again, Hannah just nods with acceptance of this and turns back to Tara, but suddenly as she does, Marie charges in behind her and runs her at the ropes before throwing her over the top and down to the outside of the ring landing hard on the safety mats, with that, Marie just dives onto Tara Belle,
1…
2…
3…
Boo’s ring out as Taylor Swift blasts out of the speakers again, Marie just grins from ear to ear as she takes her titles and rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp with both of them held aloft, she is grinning from ear to ear as Hannah just rolls back into the ring on her knees, anger and frustration in her expression as she watches Marie head backstage, the pinfall stolen from her.
*******************************************************************************
Backstage
Walters:
And so the verbal begins.
However Marie suddenly turns and SLAMS the belt right into Tara’s face! Brandy swings wildly in retailiation, but Marie ducks her shot and as Brandy turns, she slams the gold right into Brandy’s face as well! Both members of End Effect are floored and barely moving as Marie just chucks her title aside to the pleas of the official who is yet to start this match. Instantly Hannah Monroe steps in and shoves Marie aside, angrily telling her that what she just did isn’t the right way of doing things! Marie argues back, but Hannah just grabs Tara Belle from the ground and lifts her to her feet before hooking her head, her eyes focused on Marie this whole time, TALOR A WNAED!!! SHE CONNECTS!!! Tara is laid out on the mat as Hannah roles back up to her feet and tells Marie that she can get the job done without the need for a weapon, Marie just laughs it off but as her smile fades, she grabs Brandy Danielle and lifts her to her feet as Hannah did with Tara, VINDICATOR!!! SHE CONNECTS ALSO AND BRANDY IS LAID OUT!!
Walters:
Oh my god! I didn’t see this coming! Marie laid out both members of End Effect with that title belt and now this has become a competition between Hannah and Marie as to who can beat them down better without a belt in hand!
Vines:
I love it, Lambs to the slaughter!
Walters:
What about competition? The best man wins etc…
Vines:
Yeah that’s good to if you like that kind of thing!
Suddenly the bell rings and without hesitation, Marie suddenly dives onto Brandy Danielle and hooks her legs,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Hannah Monroe drags her off the pin, instantly Hannah and Marie begin arguing with one another, but suddenly Hannah dives onto Tara,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Marie drags her off this time and again both the ladies begin to argue, Hannah just shoves Marie back tells her to watch her mouth and let her get the pinfall, Marie looks a little shocked by this, but seems to respect that Hannah has stood up to her and to the shock of the fans, raises her hands in defeat and backs off, she invites Hannah to try the pinfall again, Hannah just nods with acceptance of this and turns back to Tara, but suddenly as she does, Marie charges in behind her and runs her at the ropes before throwing her over the top and down to the outside of the ring landing hard on the safety mats, with that, Marie just dives onto Tara Belle,
1…
2…
3…
Boo’s ring out as Taylor Swift blasts out of the speakers again, Marie just grins from ear to ear as she takes her titles and rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp with both of them held aloft, she is grinning from ear to ear as Hannah just rolls back into the ring on her knees, anger and frustration in her expression as she watches Marie head backstage, the pinfall stolen from her.
*******************************************************************************
Backstage
Rayne Young is seen holding the back of his neck in pain, he takes a bag of ice from inside his locker room freezer and places it against the top of his spine before turning to Jacob who is lacing up his boots and preparing for his match with the Lethal Weapon later in the night.
Rayne:
You realise we got some problems, right?
Jacob:
What problems?
Rayne:
Priest, as in, thee old Priest. He’s back, that’s what we saw out there tonight, I hit the guy with a steel chair for Christ sake and he barely budged.
Jacob:
But that’s only a good thing, surely?
Rayne:
A good thing? Do you even remember the old Priest I’m referring to?
Jacob:
I mean we pissed him off, we got under his skin, sure, you took a chokeslam for the trouble but Rayne, you’re also in his head.
Rayne:
All I know is I’m glad Lance got himself sacked, gives me the night off.
Jacob:
Consider yourself lucky, I’ve got to waste my time with Lethal.
Rayne just laughs at Jacobs comment as the former owner continues to prepare for his match, however his locker room door suddenly swings open, both men react, ready to kill whoever it is, only to find a stagehand, practically out of breath, panting in front of them.
Rayne:
What the fuck do you want!?!
Stagehand:
Guys, I’ve been sent here to let you know that Priest is tearing the place down, he’s looking for you Rayne!
Jacob:
And? If Priest finds us, we’ll beat the fuck out of him, why should we worry?
Stagehand:
Because I’ve also been informed to tell you that Priest isn’t doing this alone.
Jacob:
With who then?
Stagehand:
…
Jacob:
Spit it out you fuckwit!
Stagehand:
He’s with Dante!
Jacob:
Impossible.
The stagehand just says nothing and backs up out of the locker room as Rayne and Jacob glare at the ground momentarily, both of them trying to understand how Dante could possibly be in the building, he was fried at the end of the MCW era, how could he be here tonight? Nonetheless, the fans in the arena are going mental at the announcement as the picture of Aftermath’s concerned faces fade to black.
******************************************************************************
The shot re-opens with Riley Addison backstage, he is surrounded by members of staff shouting at him about the damage and the carnage being caused around the arena by an angry Priest and a returning Dante, however Riley just lifts his hands to quiet them down.
Riley:
Enough, enough, enough… I will look into it I promise you, if they are here and they are doing what you say they are, then just stay out of there way, let them do whatever they want to do, I’ll get to them as soon as I can and try to stop it, ok?
Many of the accept this and with murmurs of unrest they all begin to walk away in separate directions, all of them on edge, however an angry Eli Legacy suddenly pushes through them and walks right up to Riley Addison.
Eli:
Did you see that? Did you see that out there? He embarrassed me, he made a mockery of the biggest star on your roster today and I don’t want to hear any arguments about it, after all, I took another main event star out tonight! SO… I want a match with Michael Kyzer, at Carnage 8, one on one and I don’t care if he’s cleared to wrestle or not.
Riley just seems a little surprised by how forthright Eli is being and takes a second to consider his proposal.
Riley:
I understand what you are saying, but the truth is, we are in Munich, Germany in two weeks and to be honest, Michael is getting physio in Boston, USA, so getting him out here to fight you, that’s going to be a little difficult.
Eli:
I don’t care, make it happen.
Riley:
Ah, I would, but we also have another problem…
Eli:
Which is?
Riley stays silent for a moment but then, with a sarcastically worried gaze on his expression, speaks.
Riley:
In two weeks, in Munich, Germany, you are going to be fighting The Lethal Weapon one on one.
Cheers erupt from the arena as Eli looks a little put back by the announcement.
Riley:
Seems you pissed him off earlier and calling him a rapist, well, it has that effect, but hey, you are claiming scalps of the top stars and few would argue that Lethal is at the top of that list somewhere, so it’ll be a great opportunity for you, right?
Riley is grinning from ear to ear with a smugness that is probably uncompariable, nonetheless, Eli forces a smile and with a rare silence and an anger on his face, just turns from Riley and walks away as the owner stares on, amused with his decision.
*******************************************************************************
Ben Watson:
Ladies and gentleman, I am joined at this time by FWA World Champion, Glory Braddock and former MCW Superstar, Randal Williams.
Rayne:
You realise we got some problems, right?
Jacob:
What problems?
Rayne:
Priest, as in, thee old Priest. He’s back, that’s what we saw out there tonight, I hit the guy with a steel chair for Christ sake and he barely budged.
Jacob:
But that’s only a good thing, surely?
Rayne:
A good thing? Do you even remember the old Priest I’m referring to?
Jacob:
I mean we pissed him off, we got under his skin, sure, you took a chokeslam for the trouble but Rayne, you’re also in his head.
Rayne:
All I know is I’m glad Lance got himself sacked, gives me the night off.
Jacob:
Consider yourself lucky, I’ve got to waste my time with Lethal.
Rayne just laughs at Jacobs comment as the former owner continues to prepare for his match, however his locker room door suddenly swings open, both men react, ready to kill whoever it is, only to find a stagehand, practically out of breath, panting in front of them.
Rayne:
What the fuck do you want!?!
Stagehand:
Guys, I’ve been sent here to let you know that Priest is tearing the place down, he’s looking for you Rayne!
Jacob:
And? If Priest finds us, we’ll beat the fuck out of him, why should we worry?
Stagehand:
Because I’ve also been informed to tell you that Priest isn’t doing this alone.
Jacob:
With who then?
Stagehand:
…
Jacob:
Spit it out you fuckwit!
Stagehand:
He’s with Dante!
Jacob:
Impossible.
The stagehand just says nothing and backs up out of the locker room as Rayne and Jacob glare at the ground momentarily, both of them trying to understand how Dante could possibly be in the building, he was fried at the end of the MCW era, how could he be here tonight? Nonetheless, the fans in the arena are going mental at the announcement as the picture of Aftermath’s concerned faces fade to black.
******************************************************************************
The shot re-opens with Riley Addison backstage, he is surrounded by members of staff shouting at him about the damage and the carnage being caused around the arena by an angry Priest and a returning Dante, however Riley just lifts his hands to quiet them down.
Riley:
Enough, enough, enough… I will look into it I promise you, if they are here and they are doing what you say they are, then just stay out of there way, let them do whatever they want to do, I’ll get to them as soon as I can and try to stop it, ok?
Many of the accept this and with murmurs of unrest they all begin to walk away in separate directions, all of them on edge, however an angry Eli Legacy suddenly pushes through them and walks right up to Riley Addison.
Eli:
Did you see that? Did you see that out there? He embarrassed me, he made a mockery of the biggest star on your roster today and I don’t want to hear any arguments about it, after all, I took another main event star out tonight! SO… I want a match with Michael Kyzer, at Carnage 8, one on one and I don’t care if he’s cleared to wrestle or not.
Riley just seems a little surprised by how forthright Eli is being and takes a second to consider his proposal.
Riley:
I understand what you are saying, but the truth is, we are in Munich, Germany in two weeks and to be honest, Michael is getting physio in Boston, USA, so getting him out here to fight you, that’s going to be a little difficult.
Eli:
I don’t care, make it happen.
Riley:
Ah, I would, but we also have another problem…
Eli:
Which is?
Riley stays silent for a moment but then, with a sarcastically worried gaze on his expression, speaks.
Riley:
In two weeks, in Munich, Germany, you are going to be fighting The Lethal Weapon one on one.
Cheers erupt from the arena as Eli looks a little put back by the announcement.
Riley:
Seems you pissed him off earlier and calling him a rapist, well, it has that effect, but hey, you are claiming scalps of the top stars and few would argue that Lethal is at the top of that list somewhere, so it’ll be a great opportunity for you, right?
Riley is grinning from ear to ear with a smugness that is probably uncompariable, nonetheless, Eli forces a smile and with a rare silence and an anger on his face, just turns from Riley and walks away as the owner stares on, amused with his decision.
*******************************************************************************
Ben Watson:
Ladies and gentleman, I am joined at this time by FWA World Champion, Glory Braddock and former MCW Superstar, Randal Williams.
Glory Braddock steps into shot first with her husband Randal Williams standing next to her. Brittany Lohan and Marie Williams also appear on either side of the power couple. Randal is wearing a typical Italian style black three piece suit. Braddock and Lohan are both sporting black pinstripe women’s pantsuits. Marie wears a black skirt suit. The titles on the three women are a clear indication to the groups current dominance and none of them are shy in showing them off to the cameras.
Glory:
Thanks, Benny. You may leave now.
Lohan just threatens to throw a punch at Ben causing him to literally jump out of the shot as Brittany grins to herself at how pathetic a man he is.
Glory:
It is obvious from the reaction you good people gave us that you still don’t get it. I will explain it one last time and after that, anyone who doesn’t get it can just fuck off. We don’t need you or your support.
Glory points to herself, Brittany, and Marie.
Glory:
Angelica Jones abandoned each and every one of us when she went missing in action at Devil’s Playground. And don’t give me that ‘she was injured’ bullshit, not like she is now anyways, because I don’t buy it. If she was healthy enough to check herself out of the hospital, she was healthy enough to drag her pathetic ass to the arenas with the rest of us. I went through pure and utter hell in the aptly named Hell on Earth match only to get power bombed off the stage onto electrical equipment – sound familiar - after the match was over and yet I made it to the next edition of Carnage. Where the hell were you? You were not there for us. You were not there to support your Apocalypse stablemates or your own flesh and blood, that in and of itself is treason.
That’s just one crime, that’s not considering the fact that as a professional athlete she has maimed and crippled opponents, she has shortened and at other times, ended the careers of promising young athletes for no logical reason whatsoever. Did you people forget the horrible crimes that she has committed or are you choosing to ignore them simply because she is Jacob Laymon’s enemy?
Glory shakes her head in disgust.
Glory:
That’s what I don’t like about you fans. You go as the wind blows, going along with whatever the latest fad is. You don’t have any principles and for those few of you that do, you never stay true to them. If you actually had principles and stuck to them, you would be booing a monster like Angelica Jones and cheering Apocalypse for making the decision to dump her sorry ass like yesterday’s news and leaving her in a hospital bed for the rest of her life!!
Speaking of news, Jackson Adams….
A smirk slides across her face.
Glory:
I’ve done some thinking and you know what? We really are better off without you. What good have you been to Apocalypse, really? You were Atlantic Champion, sure, but you lost the damn thing on your first title defence to hillbilly pig fucker himself Jay Williams! Outside of that all you’ve done is get injured or take breaks. You’ve hardly been on a Carnage or a pay per view. The only positive thing you’ve ever provided was a form moral support. And hell, if we want moral support, we can get that in a much finer, nicer place than what you have to offer.
Glory approaches Randal Williams and gives him a kiss on the lips, drawing more booing from the audience.
Glory:
So allow me to introduce to one and all the new manager of Apocalypse, my husband, Randal Williams.
Glory hands the microphone off to Randal Williams.
Randal:
This really was inevitable, wasn’t it? You never were Apocalypse material. I tried to tell my beautiful wife that, but she wanted to give you a chance. You are too unreliable. You’re hardly ever around and when you are you never took things seriously. To be honest, you weren’t the only one. Angelica Jones has always been on the verge of a total mental collapse. It is a wonder that she isn’t locked up in an asylum somewhere. Glory and Brittany made a brilliant decision in replacing her with a true champion of the present and future in Marie Annabelle Williams.
He passes the microphone off to Marie who grins from ear to ear and parades her gold with pride.
Marie:
Jackson, you blind fool, you think I am too weak, too puny, that I’m not ready? How many titles do you hold right now? That’s right….NONE! I hold two. And I have actually been doing something that you haven’t been able to figure out how to do, something you have forgotten how to do…….I’ve been winning. So go back, win a match, and then we’ll talk. Until then you aren’t in my league and you are not worth my time.
Marie passes the microphone back to Glory.
Glory:
In closing, allow me to address Jacob Laymon. Congratulations on earning another shot at the world heavyweight title.
Glory sarcastically golf claps.
Glory:
I’m glad you actually earned the title shot this time and I am glad you did it by pinning Angelica’s shoulders to the mat. I’m sure she wanted to get her hands on me, make me pay for kicking her out of Apocalypse, but that washed up bitch doesn’t belong in the same ring with me. She belongs in the nursing home with all of the other senior citizens and earlier on, Apocalypse made sure that’s going to happen. If she had beaten you to earn a shot at my title, I would have ‘accidentally’ broken that poor old lady’s brittle bones worse than Marie did and damn how that would have weighed on my conscience. So thanks for that.
What I don’t understand about you and your little Aftermath group is, why the hell do you want to be the FWA’s death sentence when it’s oh so much more fun to run it? And let’s be honest here, who really runs the show? Is it Riley Addison or is it….
Glory Braddock holds up the World Heavyweight title belt. Marie and Brittany are next, holding up their title belts respectively.
Glory:
….Apocalypse? With the exception of Michael Kyzer's Atlantic Championship, we hold all the belts and with the belts go all the power and influence. The Third Reich has been vilified in history, and rightly so, but damn, when those Nazis saw what they wanted, they went after it and would not be stopped! After they came to power in Germany they began a campaign of systematically euthanizing the ones they saw as weak.
That’s all we’re doing, mate. We’re taking over FWA and systematically eliminating the weak in the process. Now I can’t speak for my stablemates in Apocalypse, but I don’t view you as weak, Jacob. Anyone who is willing to go to the lengths you’ve gone to make a point, to win a championship, deserves some respect….even if it’s just a little.
A smirk slides across her face.
Glory:
We’re taking over, Jacob. No one can stop us. But if you play your cards right, Aftermath just might find a home within The Fourth Reich.
Glory just grins from ear to ear as she takes the hand of her husband and as a group, the four of them walk out of shot leaving a shocked and confused Ben Watson looking on as he walks back into shot.
*****************************************************************************
Tom Hammond is standing backstage with Tommy Dewitt, the two of them watching Apocalypse on the monitor in front of them, he smiles from ear to ear at what he has just watched and turns to Tom who looks expectantly at Tommy.
Hammond:
You, like me, just heard the words of Glory Braddock and your opponent in two weeks, Marie Williams, do you have anything to say?
Tommy:
Not really, but I have to ask, when did the wrestling world become so desperate to be controversial that we started referencing facist, racist groups like the Nazi’s? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not always been a PG13 kind of guy, but is that really where this business has got to?
Hammond says nothing, but shrugs.
Tommy:
That’s more like the wrestling world I know, a backstage reporter who is devoid of an opinion, maybe we have some hope yet?
With a smile he glares at Hammond who doesn’t know whether to smile or cry, his anxiety showing, however suddenly Tommy is flung forward as Brittany Lohan just slams a forearm into his back knocking him down, with an angry look on her expression, she just glares over Tommy for a moment before walking off, as the camera pans down, Tommy can be seen oddly laughing, he climbs to all fours and just looks into the camera lens.
Tommy:
It’s defintley good to be back, I missed this.
With a smile, he climbs to one knee and just glares in the direction that Lohan walked off as the fans look on in the arena, the shot then returns to the ring.
******************************************************************************
In the Arena
Glory:
Thanks, Benny. You may leave now.
Lohan just threatens to throw a punch at Ben causing him to literally jump out of the shot as Brittany grins to herself at how pathetic a man he is.
Glory:
It is obvious from the reaction you good people gave us that you still don’t get it. I will explain it one last time and after that, anyone who doesn’t get it can just fuck off. We don’t need you or your support.
Glory points to herself, Brittany, and Marie.
Glory:
Angelica Jones abandoned each and every one of us when she went missing in action at Devil’s Playground. And don’t give me that ‘she was injured’ bullshit, not like she is now anyways, because I don’t buy it. If she was healthy enough to check herself out of the hospital, she was healthy enough to drag her pathetic ass to the arenas with the rest of us. I went through pure and utter hell in the aptly named Hell on Earth match only to get power bombed off the stage onto electrical equipment – sound familiar - after the match was over and yet I made it to the next edition of Carnage. Where the hell were you? You were not there for us. You were not there to support your Apocalypse stablemates or your own flesh and blood, that in and of itself is treason.
That’s just one crime, that’s not considering the fact that as a professional athlete she has maimed and crippled opponents, she has shortened and at other times, ended the careers of promising young athletes for no logical reason whatsoever. Did you people forget the horrible crimes that she has committed or are you choosing to ignore them simply because she is Jacob Laymon’s enemy?
Glory shakes her head in disgust.
Glory:
That’s what I don’t like about you fans. You go as the wind blows, going along with whatever the latest fad is. You don’t have any principles and for those few of you that do, you never stay true to them. If you actually had principles and stuck to them, you would be booing a monster like Angelica Jones and cheering Apocalypse for making the decision to dump her sorry ass like yesterday’s news and leaving her in a hospital bed for the rest of her life!!
Speaking of news, Jackson Adams….
A smirk slides across her face.
Glory:
I’ve done some thinking and you know what? We really are better off without you. What good have you been to Apocalypse, really? You were Atlantic Champion, sure, but you lost the damn thing on your first title defence to hillbilly pig fucker himself Jay Williams! Outside of that all you’ve done is get injured or take breaks. You’ve hardly been on a Carnage or a pay per view. The only positive thing you’ve ever provided was a form moral support. And hell, if we want moral support, we can get that in a much finer, nicer place than what you have to offer.
Glory approaches Randal Williams and gives him a kiss on the lips, drawing more booing from the audience.
Glory:
So allow me to introduce to one and all the new manager of Apocalypse, my husband, Randal Williams.
Glory hands the microphone off to Randal Williams.
Randal:
This really was inevitable, wasn’t it? You never were Apocalypse material. I tried to tell my beautiful wife that, but she wanted to give you a chance. You are too unreliable. You’re hardly ever around and when you are you never took things seriously. To be honest, you weren’t the only one. Angelica Jones has always been on the verge of a total mental collapse. It is a wonder that she isn’t locked up in an asylum somewhere. Glory and Brittany made a brilliant decision in replacing her with a true champion of the present and future in Marie Annabelle Williams.
He passes the microphone off to Marie who grins from ear to ear and parades her gold with pride.
Marie:
Jackson, you blind fool, you think I am too weak, too puny, that I’m not ready? How many titles do you hold right now? That’s right….NONE! I hold two. And I have actually been doing something that you haven’t been able to figure out how to do, something you have forgotten how to do…….I’ve been winning. So go back, win a match, and then we’ll talk. Until then you aren’t in my league and you are not worth my time.
Marie passes the microphone back to Glory.
Glory:
In closing, allow me to address Jacob Laymon. Congratulations on earning another shot at the world heavyweight title.
Glory sarcastically golf claps.
Glory:
I’m glad you actually earned the title shot this time and I am glad you did it by pinning Angelica’s shoulders to the mat. I’m sure she wanted to get her hands on me, make me pay for kicking her out of Apocalypse, but that washed up bitch doesn’t belong in the same ring with me. She belongs in the nursing home with all of the other senior citizens and earlier on, Apocalypse made sure that’s going to happen. If she had beaten you to earn a shot at my title, I would have ‘accidentally’ broken that poor old lady’s brittle bones worse than Marie did and damn how that would have weighed on my conscience. So thanks for that.
What I don’t understand about you and your little Aftermath group is, why the hell do you want to be the FWA’s death sentence when it’s oh so much more fun to run it? And let’s be honest here, who really runs the show? Is it Riley Addison or is it….
Glory Braddock holds up the World Heavyweight title belt. Marie and Brittany are next, holding up their title belts respectively.
Glory:
….Apocalypse? With the exception of Michael Kyzer's Atlantic Championship, we hold all the belts and with the belts go all the power and influence. The Third Reich has been vilified in history, and rightly so, but damn, when those Nazis saw what they wanted, they went after it and would not be stopped! After they came to power in Germany they began a campaign of systematically euthanizing the ones they saw as weak.
That’s all we’re doing, mate. We’re taking over FWA and systematically eliminating the weak in the process. Now I can’t speak for my stablemates in Apocalypse, but I don’t view you as weak, Jacob. Anyone who is willing to go to the lengths you’ve gone to make a point, to win a championship, deserves some respect….even if it’s just a little.
A smirk slides across her face.
Glory:
We’re taking over, Jacob. No one can stop us. But if you play your cards right, Aftermath just might find a home within The Fourth Reich.
Glory just grins from ear to ear as she takes the hand of her husband and as a group, the four of them walk out of shot leaving a shocked and confused Ben Watson looking on as he walks back into shot.
*****************************************************************************
Tom Hammond is standing backstage with Tommy Dewitt, the two of them watching Apocalypse on the monitor in front of them, he smiles from ear to ear at what he has just watched and turns to Tom who looks expectantly at Tommy.
Hammond:
You, like me, just heard the words of Glory Braddock and your opponent in two weeks, Marie Williams, do you have anything to say?
Tommy:
Not really, but I have to ask, when did the wrestling world become so desperate to be controversial that we started referencing facist, racist groups like the Nazi’s? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not always been a PG13 kind of guy, but is that really where this business has got to?
Hammond says nothing, but shrugs.
Tommy:
That’s more like the wrestling world I know, a backstage reporter who is devoid of an opinion, maybe we have some hope yet?
With a smile he glares at Hammond who doesn’t know whether to smile or cry, his anxiety showing, however suddenly Tommy is flung forward as Brittany Lohan just slams a forearm into his back knocking him down, with an angry look on her expression, she just glares over Tommy for a moment before walking off, as the camera pans down, Tommy can be seen oddly laughing, he climbs to all fours and just looks into the camera lens.
Tommy:
It’s defintley good to be back, I missed this.
With a smile, he climbs to one knee and just glares in the direction that Lohan walked off as the fans look on in the arena, the shot then returns to the ring.
******************************************************************************
In the Arena
No Disqualification
Jacob Laymon Vs The Lethal Weapon
Before anyone can even speak “Countdown to Extinction” By Megadeath suddenly plays through the speaker system, the fans are booing loudly as the video of the biggest heel in the business begins to play, suddenly the curtains move aside and Jacob Laymon appears, his face one of intensity and focus as deep down, he knows the job he has to do tonight and he knows it isn’t going to be easy.
With a glare around the fans, he just walks down the ramp and ignores the abuse coming at him from either side before leaping up onto the apron and rubbing his feet on the apron, he then enters the ring and with a glazed over look on his face, he just turns back to the staging, awaiting his opponent.
Walters:
Jacob Laymon has been on a real role since he made his return to the ring and technically he is still undefeated, he’s not been pinned or made to submit, the only two occasions he has been on the losing side of a match, was at the pay per view for the World title and against the man he faces tonight in a tag team match when Lethal Weapon pinned Rayne Young to give them a victory.
Vines:
I know Weapon well, he trained me, so I’m actually going to side with him in this match.
Walters:
So, no talking about eating them then?
Vines:
Maybe Laymon, that bold head does make his brain easier to get to, you have no idea how horrible it is to try and bit someones head only to get a mouth full of hair – seriously!
A light guitar riff begins to play over the speaker system suddenly as the fans stand to there feet and begin cheering loudly, all of them preparing for the entrance of The Lethal Weapon, his face beginning to appear from the shadows on the big screen.
“1, 2, 3, 4!!”
Suddenly the music explodes loudly into the arena as fireworks fly from either side of the staging and the fans go mental, Lethal Weapon steps out, his eyes focused, he stands at the top of the staging and with a clenched fist, he slams his hand against his chest and roars loudly over the sound of the fans and his music, he then points to the ring where Jacob is standing and slowly walks down the ramp, the fans touching him as he passes, finally he stops and climbs onto the apron, he takes a look at Jacob momentarily before turning to the fans and lifting his arms high above his head with another roar of adrenalin. He then enters the ring with a spring in his step and just glares at Jacob who doesn’t back down and just looks right back at him, the fans giving the whole place a pay per view like atmosphere as these two men stand in the middle of the ring.
Walters:
Wow, what an atmosphere, what a moment.
Vines:
FUCK OFF MOTHER! I’M TRYING TO WORK YOU BITCH!
Walters:
Are you ok?
Vines:
Mother wants me to fuck you…
Walters:
…Oh… YEAH, HE’S TRYING TO WORK FOR FUCK SAKE… *gulp*
Both men just slowly begin to circle the ring as the bell sounds, both of them wary of the consequences of making an early mistake, however, they finally stop and with a small build up, jump into a tough collar-elbow tie up and push back on one another for early dominance, both of them pulling and pushing to get the head start in this match that is likely going to be required, however, neither can seem to break the hold into something else, instead, they push back and forth, both of them moving around the ring in the collar-elbow tie up, Jacob suddenly shoves Weapon back toward a corner, but Lethal plants his foot, stopping the momentum and pushes Jacob back to the centre of the ring, the grit and determination is on the face of both men as finally both men break the hold, but Jacob instantly reacts with a kick to the stomach of Weapon bending him forward as the air leaves his lungs. He grabs Lethal into a side headlock and then grinds it in as Weapon angrily grinds his teeth with the pain, he then plants his hand into the back of Jacob and throws him into the ropes before dropping onto his chest, Laymon leaps over him and then comes back into the ropes opposite but Weapon stands and swings wildly for a clothesline, however Jacob ducks it and as Weapon turns, he boots him hard in the stomach again, he then runs back into the ropes for momentum, but Weapon retaliates with a boot to Laymon’s stomach before gripping his head and snapmaring him to the floor and then hooking that side headlock in even more, grounding the big man to the mat.
Walters:
Neither man has really hit any earth shattering moves right now, but this is very much a feeling out process to find the other mans weaknesses or to wait for a mistake to come.
Jacob just rolls up to his knees, but Lethal doesn’t let go, if anything he grins harder on Jacob, suffocating the air to his head and trying to wear the former owner of the company down, however Jacob stands and slams a hard forearm into the ribs of Weapon and another and another knocking Weapon backwards into the ropes, he then uses the momentum to throw Weapon out off the hold and across the ring into the opposite ropes, he hits them and comes back but clashes shoulders with Jacob taking the big man down and showing his power, a power that even surprises Jacob as he glares up at Weapon from the ground, he quickly rolls to his feet, but runs right into a Weapon clothesline and another and another before Jacob instead, rolls for some space on the outside of the ring.
Lethal follows him out and just walks across to Jacob as he leans on the steel steps getting his breath back, however as he draws close, Jacob slams a boot into his stomach before hitting a big chop across the chest of Weapon, he then takes him by the wrist and with swift force, throws Lethal shoulder first into the steel steps causing a huge rattle upon impact as the fans boo loudly.
Walters:
This is more what we expected and Jacob waited patiently for that attack, clever by the former owner of the MCW.
Vines:
He let Lethal get close and then attacked him like a predator, something I’d know a lot about.
Lethal just grabs his arm in pain as Jacob catches a breather, however Laymon then leaps into a knelt position over Weapon and with merciless aggression just pounds right hand after right hand into the skull of Lethal causing the fans to boo even louder. He stands up and just grins at the fans before holding the ring barrier for leverage as he just plants some boots into the chest and stomach of Weapon, keeping the legend down, he then places his boot across the throat of Weapon and pushes down on it, choking Lethal and causing the fans to boo loudly as Weapon arches his back and tries to push the boot of Laymon away from his throat so he can breathe again.
Jacob finally lets go as Weapon rolls away, choking for breath, he stumbles up to his feet and uses the ring barrier to try and get some distance between him and Jacob, but Laymon slams a hard forearm into his back and another he then places his nails into the eyes and face of Weapon and just digs them in causing Weapon to yell out loudly in pain, Jacob scratches them across his face as he lets go, that smile coming back to his expression, total dominance on his part.
He turns back from the fans to Weapon, but Lethal suddenly rallies and slams a boot into the stomach of Jacob bending him over he then hits another boot in the same spot, however Jacob angrily just lunges forward and grabs Weapon by the wrist before throwing him with pace into the corner of the apron causing Lethal to yell out again, his momentum gone.
Jacob then fires off a pinpoint right hand into the face of Weapon knocking him down to one knee, he then hits another and another as the fans just look on in disbelief, praying for Lethal to get back into this, Jacob just grabs the apron and leaps into the air before dropping his boot down across the chest of Weapon again who claws his way quickly back to his feet, however Jacob just grabs him by the head and snapmares him down onto the safety mats outside the ring before leaping in the air and dropping a knee across the forehead of Weapon causing Lethal to sit up in pain, grabbing his head.
Walters:
Jacob is totally dominant here, Lethal is looking in real trouble.
Vines:
You can say that again…
Walters:
Jacob is totally dominant here, Lethal is looking in real trouble.
Vines:
You can say that again…
Walters:
No.
Weapon just gets up and quickly rolls into the ring to get away from Jacob, but Laymon smells blood and rolls in after him, quickly he scurries over and hooks the legs of Weapon, his confidence showing in his expression,
1…
2…
NO! Weapon kicks out powerfully to cheers from the fans all around the arena.
Lethal just rolls out to the apron and sits up on it, cracking his neck to try and get rid of some of the pain he is feeling, however Jacob doesn’t waste any time and walks across to him, he leans over the ropes and grabs Weapon by the head, slowly lifting him to his feet, however an angry Weapon suddenly drops down and hangs Jacob on the top rope to huge cheers from the fans! Jacob doesn’t drop, but holds his throat in pain and shock at the counter by Weapon who just grabs the ankle of Jacob dropping him to the mat as he pulls it and drags him out to the outside of the ring, he then thunders off some hard right hands time and time and time again before grabbing Jacob by the head and slamming him face first into the top of the steel steps to huge ovation from the Italian audiences surrounding the ring.
Weapon just takes a breather but then grabs Jacob by the top of his trousers and drags him back before grabbing his head and slamming him down into the steps again, he then pulls him back and grabbing Jacob’s wrist, just angrily throws him back first into the crowd barrier with a stiff Irish whip, he then charges in and with a huge clothesline takes Jacob over the barrier and down amongst the fans!!!
Walters:
Weapon is coming back into this, they are with the fans!!
Weapon climbs over the barrier and ignores the pats on the back and the support from the fans around them as he stamps a big boot into the chest of Jacob keeping him down, he then picks him up and slams a huge European uppercut into the jaw of Jacob causing him to stumble back into a wall of the higher tiered seats.
Weapon just stalks Jacob but as he comes close, Jacob fires back with a right hand and another, however he is stopped by another stiff uppercut by Weapon and another, both shots causing him to stumble through the fanatic fans who are going mental at being so close to the action. Weapon just punts Jacob in the stomach before grabbing his head and slamming it down onto the top of one of the chair backs that are one side of them before taking him again and slamming face first into the wall of the tier above that is the other side of them, Jacob is reeling!!
He stands to face Weapon, but Lethal hits another big uppercut that knocks Jacob to the ground, Lethal just lifts his head and slams some hard right hands into his face before picking him up and walking him round to the crowd barrier, he throws him back over it and back to ringside before climbing over it himself.
Jacob is up and just charges at Weapon with a roar, but Lethal meets him and takes him down with a powerful spinebuster on the mats that has the fans going mental and causes Lethal to stand with a roar of adrenalin, he then grabs Jacob and with momentum throws him back into the ring, instantly Jacob gets to his feet with a stumble but quickly rolls back out the other side, shaking his head and throwing his hand at Weapon as if to say “Fuck this”, he begins backing away as Weapon stands tall in the middle of the ring, he turns and walks up the ramp, but the fans go mental as Weapon rolls out of the ring and sprints up behind him knocking Jacob down with a forearm to his back, he then grabs him and runs him back to the ring, throwing him under the ropes, he then rolls in himself, Jacob stands, but Lethal clotheslines him down and again and again, as Jacob stands, he lashes out with a clothesline of his own, but Weapon ducks it and as Jacob turns, Lethal hooks him and hits a spinning powerslam into a pinfall,
1…
2…
Jacob kicks out but is clearly dazed.
But Weapon just stands and with the support of the fans calls for an end to things as he kneels down in the corner and prepares himself for the Golden Bullet Spear, he waits and waits and waits, finally Jacob stands and Lethal charges, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR, NO, Jacob times his boot carefully as he hits Lethal with the big boot taking him down hard to the mat, Weapon however stands right back up, holding his head in pain, Jacob just slaps his hand around the throat of Weapon, GODIVA’S KISS!!! HE HITS IT!!!! HE COVERS,
1…
2…
3…
NO!! Weapon kicks out causing Jacob to sit up, his hands on his head, his face in shock.
Walters:
Lethal kicked out of that chokeslam and Jacob cannot believe it!
Vines:
Jacob has to get back on him, give him space and this momentum could be gone very quickly!
Jacob just stands to his feet and with anger in his face, demands Weapon stands, slowly he does and as he faces Jacob, Laymon slams a boot into his stomach bending him forward, he then sets him up for Owned, his angry face staring right at the camera amongst the fans, however as he stalls, Lethal reacts and stands, throwing Jacob over his head and down to the mat, Jacob arches his back in pain and stands, but as he turns, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!!! WEAPON HITS IT PERFECTLY!!! HE COVERS,
1…
2…
3…
NO!!! JACOB LAYMON KICKS OUT!!! Weapon just slaps the mat, but stands to his feet calling for Equlibrium, he waits for Jacob to stand, slowly he does, using the ropes as leverage and for his balance, he lets go of them and stumbles with a turn, right into the waiting arms of Weapon who tugs him up onto his shoulder, instantly, Jacob reads the danger though and just slams an elbow into the face of Weapon time and time again before sliding down his back, he hooks his waist and runs him at the ropes but Weapon holds the top rope forcing Laymon to roll backwards to the centre of the ring, Lethal then turns as Jacob stands and runs at him but Jacob just slaps his hand around Weapon’s throat again, GODIVA’S KISS!!! HE HITS IT AGAIN!!!! Lethal lays out on the mat and Jacob just slowly covers him,
1…
2…
3…
The bell sounds as the boos ring out, however Jacob knows he has been in a battle, his eyes looking tired, his body looking hurt. He breathes a sigh of relief as Weapon rolls out of the ring, clearly frustrated at making the mistake that he did. Jacob however finds his smile again and just stands in the ring as the official holds his arm up in victory, however his smile quickly fades as the lights go out and the sound of Dante’s music suddenly erupts around the arena.
Walters:
WAIT! WAIT! HE IS HERE!!! JACOB GOT THE WIN, BUT NOW HE HAS TO FACE THE MAN HIMSELF!!!
Vines:
Fuck me, have I gone blind? I can’t see a thing!
Jacob looks in utter shock at what he is seeing, shaking his head saying “No, this can’t be, YOU BURNED!!” he backs to the centre of the ring and waits for Dante to appear, but suddenly the music stops and the lights re-appear, the noise of the fans grow louder, suddenly Jacob turns, BUT RIGHT INTO GLORY BRADDOCK!!! GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO!! The fans go mental as Glory lays Jacob out in the middle of the ring, with a smile she then leaves the ring, a big grin across her face as she backs up the ramp, Jacob just lays on the mat, his eyes wide open as he counts the stars above his head, the fans and the entire arena all around realising that this whole time, Dante was never hear, it was all a ploy by Glory Braddock!!!
******************************************************************************
Riley is looking backstage on the monitor, a little surprised by what he is seeing, he turns to see Priest preparing for his main event match and just walks across to him with a slight confusion on his expression.
Riley:
Priest?
Priest:
Yeah?
Riley:
Is Dante with you? Is he here like I heard he was?
Priest:
Dante? Nope, not seen the guy since he got burned in MCW, why?
Riley:
No reason… I think Glory Braddock has been playing silly games at the expense of Jacob Laymon tonight, that’s all.
Priest seems a little confused by this now, but Riley shrugs it off and grins up one side of his face, impressed by the ploy.
Priest:
By the way, on the subject, I’m not always a big fan of owners and corporate, but thanks for tonight, I appreciate it.
Riley:
Don’t thank me Priest, you earned it. Good luck out there.
Riley supportively slaps the side of Priests shoulder and walks out of the shot, leaving the camera on the focused figure of Priest who is preparing for his World Title shot coming next.
********************************************************************************
AD – BREAK
*******************************************************************************
The cameras return backstage to see Jacob Laymon angrily walking backstage, he slaps some water bottles across the lobby and growls loudly through frustration and anger.
Rayne:
You ok?
Jacob:
DO I LOOK IT!?!
Rayne:
No, you look like shit.
Jacob:
Rayne, I don’t need this right now, WE don’t need this right now! Aftermath was meant to be the stable of stables, we are meant to be dominating and things like what just happened keep happening and all because I believe in the ghost of Dante! THE FUCKER IS GONE! I SAW IT!
Rayne:
Exactly, so stop falling for it, nobody can help you with that one Jacob!!
Jacob just sighs heavily, his temper still clearly at the forefront of his mind.
Rayne:
Anyway, I think you’re forgetting something here…
Jacob:
And what would that be?
Rayne:
Glory still has to fight…
Rayne just grins from ear to ear as Jacob suddenly realises the show hasn’t finished yet, he glares at the monitor, to see the stagehands preparing the ringside area for the main event and just begins to grin himself, the two of them clearly plotting something to come.
******************************************************************************
In the Arena…
Jacob Laymon Vs The Lethal Weapon
Before anyone can even speak “Countdown to Extinction” By Megadeath suddenly plays through the speaker system, the fans are booing loudly as the video of the biggest heel in the business begins to play, suddenly the curtains move aside and Jacob Laymon appears, his face one of intensity and focus as deep down, he knows the job he has to do tonight and he knows it isn’t going to be easy.
With a glare around the fans, he just walks down the ramp and ignores the abuse coming at him from either side before leaping up onto the apron and rubbing his feet on the apron, he then enters the ring and with a glazed over look on his face, he just turns back to the staging, awaiting his opponent.
Walters:
Jacob Laymon has been on a real role since he made his return to the ring and technically he is still undefeated, he’s not been pinned or made to submit, the only two occasions he has been on the losing side of a match, was at the pay per view for the World title and against the man he faces tonight in a tag team match when Lethal Weapon pinned Rayne Young to give them a victory.
Vines:
I know Weapon well, he trained me, so I’m actually going to side with him in this match.
Walters:
So, no talking about eating them then?
Vines:
Maybe Laymon, that bold head does make his brain easier to get to, you have no idea how horrible it is to try and bit someones head only to get a mouth full of hair – seriously!
A light guitar riff begins to play over the speaker system suddenly as the fans stand to there feet and begin cheering loudly, all of them preparing for the entrance of The Lethal Weapon, his face beginning to appear from the shadows on the big screen.
“1, 2, 3, 4!!”
Suddenly the music explodes loudly into the arena as fireworks fly from either side of the staging and the fans go mental, Lethal Weapon steps out, his eyes focused, he stands at the top of the staging and with a clenched fist, he slams his hand against his chest and roars loudly over the sound of the fans and his music, he then points to the ring where Jacob is standing and slowly walks down the ramp, the fans touching him as he passes, finally he stops and climbs onto the apron, he takes a look at Jacob momentarily before turning to the fans and lifting his arms high above his head with another roar of adrenalin. He then enters the ring with a spring in his step and just glares at Jacob who doesn’t back down and just looks right back at him, the fans giving the whole place a pay per view like atmosphere as these two men stand in the middle of the ring.
Walters:
Wow, what an atmosphere, what a moment.
Vines:
FUCK OFF MOTHER! I’M TRYING TO WORK YOU BITCH!
Walters:
Are you ok?
Vines:
Mother wants me to fuck you…
Walters:
…Oh… YEAH, HE’S TRYING TO WORK FOR FUCK SAKE… *gulp*
Both men just slowly begin to circle the ring as the bell sounds, both of them wary of the consequences of making an early mistake, however, they finally stop and with a small build up, jump into a tough collar-elbow tie up and push back on one another for early dominance, both of them pulling and pushing to get the head start in this match that is likely going to be required, however, neither can seem to break the hold into something else, instead, they push back and forth, both of them moving around the ring in the collar-elbow tie up, Jacob suddenly shoves Weapon back toward a corner, but Lethal plants his foot, stopping the momentum and pushes Jacob back to the centre of the ring, the grit and determination is on the face of both men as finally both men break the hold, but Jacob instantly reacts with a kick to the stomach of Weapon bending him forward as the air leaves his lungs. He grabs Lethal into a side headlock and then grinds it in as Weapon angrily grinds his teeth with the pain, he then plants his hand into the back of Jacob and throws him into the ropes before dropping onto his chest, Laymon leaps over him and then comes back into the ropes opposite but Weapon stands and swings wildly for a clothesline, however Jacob ducks it and as Weapon turns, he boots him hard in the stomach again, he then runs back into the ropes for momentum, but Weapon retaliates with a boot to Laymon’s stomach before gripping his head and snapmaring him to the floor and then hooking that side headlock in even more, grounding the big man to the mat.
Walters:
Neither man has really hit any earth shattering moves right now, but this is very much a feeling out process to find the other mans weaknesses or to wait for a mistake to come.
Jacob just rolls up to his knees, but Lethal doesn’t let go, if anything he grins harder on Jacob, suffocating the air to his head and trying to wear the former owner of the company down, however Jacob stands and slams a hard forearm into the ribs of Weapon and another and another knocking Weapon backwards into the ropes, he then uses the momentum to throw Weapon out off the hold and across the ring into the opposite ropes, he hits them and comes back but clashes shoulders with Jacob taking the big man down and showing his power, a power that even surprises Jacob as he glares up at Weapon from the ground, he quickly rolls to his feet, but runs right into a Weapon clothesline and another and another before Jacob instead, rolls for some space on the outside of the ring.
Lethal follows him out and just walks across to Jacob as he leans on the steel steps getting his breath back, however as he draws close, Jacob slams a boot into his stomach before hitting a big chop across the chest of Weapon, he then takes him by the wrist and with swift force, throws Lethal shoulder first into the steel steps causing a huge rattle upon impact as the fans boo loudly.
Walters:
This is more what we expected and Jacob waited patiently for that attack, clever by the former owner of the MCW.
Vines:
He let Lethal get close and then attacked him like a predator, something I’d know a lot about.
Lethal just grabs his arm in pain as Jacob catches a breather, however Laymon then leaps into a knelt position over Weapon and with merciless aggression just pounds right hand after right hand into the skull of Lethal causing the fans to boo even louder. He stands up and just grins at the fans before holding the ring barrier for leverage as he just plants some boots into the chest and stomach of Weapon, keeping the legend down, he then places his boot across the throat of Weapon and pushes down on it, choking Lethal and causing the fans to boo loudly as Weapon arches his back and tries to push the boot of Laymon away from his throat so he can breathe again.
Jacob finally lets go as Weapon rolls away, choking for breath, he stumbles up to his feet and uses the ring barrier to try and get some distance between him and Jacob, but Laymon slams a hard forearm into his back and another he then places his nails into the eyes and face of Weapon and just digs them in causing Weapon to yell out loudly in pain, Jacob scratches them across his face as he lets go, that smile coming back to his expression, total dominance on his part.
He turns back from the fans to Weapon, but Lethal suddenly rallies and slams a boot into the stomach of Jacob bending him over he then hits another boot in the same spot, however Jacob angrily just lunges forward and grabs Weapon by the wrist before throwing him with pace into the corner of the apron causing Lethal to yell out again, his momentum gone.
Jacob then fires off a pinpoint right hand into the face of Weapon knocking him down to one knee, he then hits another and another as the fans just look on in disbelief, praying for Lethal to get back into this, Jacob just grabs the apron and leaps into the air before dropping his boot down across the chest of Weapon again who claws his way quickly back to his feet, however Jacob just grabs him by the head and snapmares him down onto the safety mats outside the ring before leaping in the air and dropping a knee across the forehead of Weapon causing Lethal to sit up in pain, grabbing his head.
Walters:
Jacob is totally dominant here, Lethal is looking in real trouble.
Vines:
You can say that again…
Walters:
Jacob is totally dominant here, Lethal is looking in real trouble.
Vines:
You can say that again…
Walters:
No.
Weapon just gets up and quickly rolls into the ring to get away from Jacob, but Laymon smells blood and rolls in after him, quickly he scurries over and hooks the legs of Weapon, his confidence showing in his expression,
1…
2…
NO! Weapon kicks out powerfully to cheers from the fans all around the arena.
Lethal just rolls out to the apron and sits up on it, cracking his neck to try and get rid of some of the pain he is feeling, however Jacob doesn’t waste any time and walks across to him, he leans over the ropes and grabs Weapon by the head, slowly lifting him to his feet, however an angry Weapon suddenly drops down and hangs Jacob on the top rope to huge cheers from the fans! Jacob doesn’t drop, but holds his throat in pain and shock at the counter by Weapon who just grabs the ankle of Jacob dropping him to the mat as he pulls it and drags him out to the outside of the ring, he then thunders off some hard right hands time and time and time again before grabbing Jacob by the head and slamming him face first into the top of the steel steps to huge ovation from the Italian audiences surrounding the ring.
Weapon just takes a breather but then grabs Jacob by the top of his trousers and drags him back before grabbing his head and slamming him down into the steps again, he then pulls him back and grabbing Jacob’s wrist, just angrily throws him back first into the crowd barrier with a stiff Irish whip, he then charges in and with a huge clothesline takes Jacob over the barrier and down amongst the fans!!!
Walters:
Weapon is coming back into this, they are with the fans!!
Weapon climbs over the barrier and ignores the pats on the back and the support from the fans around them as he stamps a big boot into the chest of Jacob keeping him down, he then picks him up and slams a huge European uppercut into the jaw of Jacob causing him to stumble back into a wall of the higher tiered seats.
Weapon just stalks Jacob but as he comes close, Jacob fires back with a right hand and another, however he is stopped by another stiff uppercut by Weapon and another, both shots causing him to stumble through the fanatic fans who are going mental at being so close to the action. Weapon just punts Jacob in the stomach before grabbing his head and slamming it down onto the top of one of the chair backs that are one side of them before taking him again and slamming face first into the wall of the tier above that is the other side of them, Jacob is reeling!!
He stands to face Weapon, but Lethal hits another big uppercut that knocks Jacob to the ground, Lethal just lifts his head and slams some hard right hands into his face before picking him up and walking him round to the crowd barrier, he throws him back over it and back to ringside before climbing over it himself.
Jacob is up and just charges at Weapon with a roar, but Lethal meets him and takes him down with a powerful spinebuster on the mats that has the fans going mental and causes Lethal to stand with a roar of adrenalin, he then grabs Jacob and with momentum throws him back into the ring, instantly Jacob gets to his feet with a stumble but quickly rolls back out the other side, shaking his head and throwing his hand at Weapon as if to say “Fuck this”, he begins backing away as Weapon stands tall in the middle of the ring, he turns and walks up the ramp, but the fans go mental as Weapon rolls out of the ring and sprints up behind him knocking Jacob down with a forearm to his back, he then grabs him and runs him back to the ring, throwing him under the ropes, he then rolls in himself, Jacob stands, but Lethal clotheslines him down and again and again, as Jacob stands, he lashes out with a clothesline of his own, but Weapon ducks it and as Jacob turns, Lethal hooks him and hits a spinning powerslam into a pinfall,
1…
2…
Jacob kicks out but is clearly dazed.
But Weapon just stands and with the support of the fans calls for an end to things as he kneels down in the corner and prepares himself for the Golden Bullet Spear, he waits and waits and waits, finally Jacob stands and Lethal charges, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR, NO, Jacob times his boot carefully as he hits Lethal with the big boot taking him down hard to the mat, Weapon however stands right back up, holding his head in pain, Jacob just slaps his hand around the throat of Weapon, GODIVA’S KISS!!! HE HITS IT!!!! HE COVERS,
1…
2…
3…
NO!! Weapon kicks out causing Jacob to sit up, his hands on his head, his face in shock.
Walters:
Lethal kicked out of that chokeslam and Jacob cannot believe it!
Vines:
Jacob has to get back on him, give him space and this momentum could be gone very quickly!
Jacob just stands to his feet and with anger in his face, demands Weapon stands, slowly he does and as he faces Jacob, Laymon slams a boot into his stomach bending him forward, he then sets him up for Owned, his angry face staring right at the camera amongst the fans, however as he stalls, Lethal reacts and stands, throwing Jacob over his head and down to the mat, Jacob arches his back in pain and stands, but as he turns, GOLDEN BULLET SPEAR!!! WEAPON HITS IT PERFECTLY!!! HE COVERS,
1…
2…
3…
NO!!! JACOB LAYMON KICKS OUT!!! Weapon just slaps the mat, but stands to his feet calling for Equlibrium, he waits for Jacob to stand, slowly he does, using the ropes as leverage and for his balance, he lets go of them and stumbles with a turn, right into the waiting arms of Weapon who tugs him up onto his shoulder, instantly, Jacob reads the danger though and just slams an elbow into the face of Weapon time and time again before sliding down his back, he hooks his waist and runs him at the ropes but Weapon holds the top rope forcing Laymon to roll backwards to the centre of the ring, Lethal then turns as Jacob stands and runs at him but Jacob just slaps his hand around Weapon’s throat again, GODIVA’S KISS!!! HE HITS IT AGAIN!!!! Lethal lays out on the mat and Jacob just slowly covers him,
1…
2…
3…
The bell sounds as the boos ring out, however Jacob knows he has been in a battle, his eyes looking tired, his body looking hurt. He breathes a sigh of relief as Weapon rolls out of the ring, clearly frustrated at making the mistake that he did. Jacob however finds his smile again and just stands in the ring as the official holds his arm up in victory, however his smile quickly fades as the lights go out and the sound of Dante’s music suddenly erupts around the arena.
Walters:
WAIT! WAIT! HE IS HERE!!! JACOB GOT THE WIN, BUT NOW HE HAS TO FACE THE MAN HIMSELF!!!
Vines:
Fuck me, have I gone blind? I can’t see a thing!
Jacob looks in utter shock at what he is seeing, shaking his head saying “No, this can’t be, YOU BURNED!!” he backs to the centre of the ring and waits for Dante to appear, but suddenly the music stops and the lights re-appear, the noise of the fans grow louder, suddenly Jacob turns, BUT RIGHT INTO GLORY BRADDOCK!!! GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO!! The fans go mental as Glory lays Jacob out in the middle of the ring, with a smile she then leaves the ring, a big grin across her face as she backs up the ramp, Jacob just lays on the mat, his eyes wide open as he counts the stars above his head, the fans and the entire arena all around realising that this whole time, Dante was never hear, it was all a ploy by Glory Braddock!!!
******************************************************************************
Riley is looking backstage on the monitor, a little surprised by what he is seeing, he turns to see Priest preparing for his main event match and just walks across to him with a slight confusion on his expression.
Riley:
Priest?
Priest:
Yeah?
Riley:
Is Dante with you? Is he here like I heard he was?
Priest:
Dante? Nope, not seen the guy since he got burned in MCW, why?
Riley:
No reason… I think Glory Braddock has been playing silly games at the expense of Jacob Laymon tonight, that’s all.
Priest seems a little confused by this now, but Riley shrugs it off and grins up one side of his face, impressed by the ploy.
Priest:
By the way, on the subject, I’m not always a big fan of owners and corporate, but thanks for tonight, I appreciate it.
Riley:
Don’t thank me Priest, you earned it. Good luck out there.
Riley supportively slaps the side of Priests shoulder and walks out of the shot, leaving the camera on the focused figure of Priest who is preparing for his World Title shot coming next.
********************************************************************************
AD – BREAK
*******************************************************************************
The cameras return backstage to see Jacob Laymon angrily walking backstage, he slaps some water bottles across the lobby and growls loudly through frustration and anger.
Rayne:
You ok?
Jacob:
DO I LOOK IT!?!
Rayne:
No, you look like shit.
Jacob:
Rayne, I don’t need this right now, WE don’t need this right now! Aftermath was meant to be the stable of stables, we are meant to be dominating and things like what just happened keep happening and all because I believe in the ghost of Dante! THE FUCKER IS GONE! I SAW IT!
Rayne:
Exactly, so stop falling for it, nobody can help you with that one Jacob!!
Jacob just sighs heavily, his temper still clearly at the forefront of his mind.
Rayne:
Anyway, I think you’re forgetting something here…
Jacob:
And what would that be?
Rayne:
Glory still has to fight…
Rayne just grins from ear to ear as Jacob suddenly realises the show hasn’t finished yet, he glares at the monitor, to see the stagehands preparing the ringside area for the main event and just begins to grin himself, the two of them clearly plotting something to come.
******************************************************************************
In the Arena…
World Heavyweight Title Match
Glory Braddock © Vs Priest
Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a huge reaction of cheers and support. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyro’s go off. After a couple seconds, Priest twists his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and tosses them into the crowd before standing patiently in waiting for the World Champion to come out next.
Walters:
Priest must surely be aware that this is going to be one of his last opportunities if he doesn’t win here tonight, so this is a big night for him!
Vines:
He looks intense enough and he is another boldy… Why do we have so many bold people in the FWA?
Walters:
I don’t think we have lots of Bold people…
Vines:
We have enough!
The opening chords of “Dumb Bitch” by Mickie James begins to blare over of the PA system. As the music begins to build the lights dim and a lone spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp, the words “British Bombshell” appear on the big screen followed by images of Glory Braddock delivering Glorification to Erik Cade, the Gloria In Excelsis Deo to Eric Sailes, and a Blaze of Glory to Eric Herrera.
You musta got your play book
From a tabloid magazine
Full of trashy lies
And schemin’ behind the scenes
You were hittin’ on my baby
The first time I turned my back
Did you really think that I
Was gonna let you get away with that
Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage into the spotlight. The auburn haired beauty has a confident gaze written across her face but instead of pumping her fist, she just shakes her head at the fans who are booing loudly.
You’re a dumb bitch
You must think that I am like a smart bitch
Wouldnt step across that line
Cuz this bitch is gonna cut you down to size
Teach you not to mess with whats mine
You dumb bitch
Braddock raises her arms high up into the air, soaking up the fan reaction as the lights go back up to normal. She points down to the ring, nodding her head before making her way in a confident stride towards the ring.
Im a good woman
Lookin’ in a no good womans eyes
You knew what you were doin’
Now its too late to apologize
Maybe this’ll teach you
Not to try that trash again
And save another woman
From your slutty shenanigans
Glory climbs up the steel steps and steps towards the ring apron. She makes a leap over the top rope and into the ring. She heads over to each corner, raising her World title in the air, ignoring the boo’s and the negative reaction of the fans and just grinning at them instead. She then jumps down and just points at Priest, firing off some verbal abuse immediately.
Walters:
Most people would be intimidated by the site of this man, but Glory is already giving him some abuse from the beginning, no intimidation at all.
Vines:
Overconfidence is a killer… Alongside me.
Walters:
Right… Ok. Should you be admitting that on Live TV?
The Bell sounds and Priest just stands silently in the corner looking at Glory who continues to shout verbal abuse at him, suddenly she just runs at full pace across at him, but suddenly Priest reacts, with a huge open hand chop underneath her chin knocking her viciously to the mat and causing her to backtrack toward the ropes to a huge ovation of cheers from the fans, instantly Priest surprises Glory and he doesn’t back down, stalking her in the ring, he grabs her by the back of the head and with momentum, runs her across the ring and throws her easily right over the top rope and down to the outside of the ring, she lands hard on the safety mats and just grabs her side as the fans chant “Lets go Priest” In Italian over and over again.
Priest just rolls out of the ring and as Glory stands, he slams a right hand across her face causing her stumble into the crowd barrier, the champion totally on the back foot at the moment, he then grabs her and lifts her above his head to the shock of the fans before throwing her chest first across the ring barrier!! She grabs her chest in pain and just stumbles away from the big man, but Priest takes her by the head and throws her back into the ring, but keeps hold of her hair and drags her back across the corner of the apron mat, her neck hanging over the back of it, Priest slams a right hand across the side of her head to keep her in place and then steps back before lunging forward with a big boot to the side of her head!! Glory grabs her head in agony and rolls back into the ring followed quickly by Priest who doesn’t give her a second of space.
He stands as Glory is on all fours and lifts her up before running her face first into the corner buckle, she grabs her face and turns to face him, but still Priest is merciless with a right hand to the jaw of Glory that rocks her, Priest then slams a boot into her chest and another and another and another knocking Glory into a seated position in the corner, finally the official forces the big man to back off.
Walters:
Priest is really taking his opportunity here. He needs to as well, he wins here, he will FINALLY become the World Heavyweight Champion!
Priest just listens to the official but walks right back to Glory, lifting her to her feet, he then snapmares her to the centre of the ring and runs into the far ropes before coming back with a big boot to the face knocking her back flat to the mat. He covers,
1…
2…
Kickout by Glory who is totally dazed in the early goings of this match.
Priest just picks Glory back up to her feet and grabs her wrist throwing her hard into the corner before charging right in after her with a big clothesline, he then steps away and lines himself up before running in and hitting another big clothesline, he then drags Glory back out to the centre of the ring and lifts her for a nice sidewalk slam into a cover,
1…
2…
Glory Braddock © Vs Priest
Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a huge reaction of cheers and support. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyro’s go off. After a couple seconds, Priest twists his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and tosses them into the crowd before standing patiently in waiting for the World Champion to come out next.
Walters:
Priest must surely be aware that this is going to be one of his last opportunities if he doesn’t win here tonight, so this is a big night for him!
Vines:
He looks intense enough and he is another boldy… Why do we have so many bold people in the FWA?
Walters:
I don’t think we have lots of Bold people…
Vines:
We have enough!
The opening chords of “Dumb Bitch” by Mickie James begins to blare over of the PA system. As the music begins to build the lights dim and a lone spotlight shines down at the top of the entrance ramp, the words “British Bombshell” appear on the big screen followed by images of Glory Braddock delivering Glorification to Erik Cade, the Gloria In Excelsis Deo to Eric Sailes, and a Blaze of Glory to Eric Herrera.
You musta got your play book
From a tabloid magazine
Full of trashy lies
And schemin’ behind the scenes
You were hittin’ on my baby
The first time I turned my back
Did you really think that I
Was gonna let you get away with that
Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage into the spotlight. The auburn haired beauty has a confident gaze written across her face but instead of pumping her fist, she just shakes her head at the fans who are booing loudly.
You’re a dumb bitch
You must think that I am like a smart bitch
Wouldnt step across that line
Cuz this bitch is gonna cut you down to size
Teach you not to mess with whats mine
You dumb bitch
Braddock raises her arms high up into the air, soaking up the fan reaction as the lights go back up to normal. She points down to the ring, nodding her head before making her way in a confident stride towards the ring.
Im a good woman
Lookin’ in a no good womans eyes
You knew what you were doin’
Now its too late to apologize
Maybe this’ll teach you
Not to try that trash again
And save another woman
From your slutty shenanigans
Glory climbs up the steel steps and steps towards the ring apron. She makes a leap over the top rope and into the ring. She heads over to each corner, raising her World title in the air, ignoring the boo’s and the negative reaction of the fans and just grinning at them instead. She then jumps down and just points at Priest, firing off some verbal abuse immediately.
Walters:
Most people would be intimidated by the site of this man, but Glory is already giving him some abuse from the beginning, no intimidation at all.
Vines:
Overconfidence is a killer… Alongside me.
Walters:
Right… Ok. Should you be admitting that on Live TV?
The Bell sounds and Priest just stands silently in the corner looking at Glory who continues to shout verbal abuse at him, suddenly she just runs at full pace across at him, but suddenly Priest reacts, with a huge open hand chop underneath her chin knocking her viciously to the mat and causing her to backtrack toward the ropes to a huge ovation of cheers from the fans, instantly Priest surprises Glory and he doesn’t back down, stalking her in the ring, he grabs her by the back of the head and with momentum, runs her across the ring and throws her easily right over the top rope and down to the outside of the ring, she lands hard on the safety mats and just grabs her side as the fans chant “Lets go Priest” In Italian over and over again.
Priest just rolls out of the ring and as Glory stands, he slams a right hand across her face causing her stumble into the crowd barrier, the champion totally on the back foot at the moment, he then grabs her and lifts her above his head to the shock of the fans before throwing her chest first across the ring barrier!! She grabs her chest in pain and just stumbles away from the big man, but Priest takes her by the head and throws her back into the ring, but keeps hold of her hair and drags her back across the corner of the apron mat, her neck hanging over the back of it, Priest slams a right hand across the side of her head to keep her in place and then steps back before lunging forward with a big boot to the side of her head!! Glory grabs her head in agony and rolls back into the ring followed quickly by Priest who doesn’t give her a second of space.
He stands as Glory is on all fours and lifts her up before running her face first into the corner buckle, she grabs her face and turns to face him, but still Priest is merciless with a right hand to the jaw of Glory that rocks her, Priest then slams a boot into her chest and another and another and another knocking Glory into a seated position in the corner, finally the official forces the big man to back off.
Walters:
Priest is really taking his opportunity here. He needs to as well, he wins here, he will FINALLY become the World Heavyweight Champion!
Priest just listens to the official but walks right back to Glory, lifting her to her feet, he then snapmares her to the centre of the ring and runs into the far ropes before coming back with a big boot to the face knocking her back flat to the mat. He covers,
1…
2…
Kickout by Glory who is totally dazed in the early goings of this match.
Priest just picks Glory back up to her feet and grabs her wrist throwing her hard into the corner before charging right in after her with a big clothesline, he then steps away and lines himself up before running in and hitting another big clothesline, he then drags Glory back out to the centre of the ring and lifts her for a nice sidewalk slam into a cover,
1…
2…
Kickout by Glory Braddock again.
Priest just sits up as Glory rolls out onto the apron and gets up to one knee, Priest stands and walks across to her, grabbing her by the hair to throw her back in the hard way, but before he can, Glory just grabs him around the head and drops down hanging Priest on the top rope causing him to grab at his throat as he stumbles back to the centre of the ring. Glory see’s an opportunity and leaps back onto the apron before grabbing the top rope, she then leaps up onto the ropes as Priest turns to face her and flies at him, but Priest reacts, slapping his hand around her throat in mid-air catching her as she lands back on the mat feet first, PRIEST SLAM!!! NO!!! Glory stamps on his foot and then leaps into the air with a perfect dropkick taking Priest off his feet and down to the mat! Glory just backs away and crawls to the far corner.
Glory just gets back to her feet and notices Priest is up to all fours, she walks across to him, trying to turn the tides of this match with a stiff kick to Priest’s ribs and another and another and another, keeping the big man down.
Walters:
This could be opening Glory needed.
Vines:
Priest went for a big move to early… I think he needs a brick.
Walters:
Bricks… Again? Eddie, this is a non-hardcore match!
Vines:
I don’t care. I like bricks.
Glory places her foot briefly across the throat of Priest, choking him on the ground out of frustration before the official pushes her back, Priest uses the space to stand, but Glory just slams a right hand into his face and another and another knocking him back into the corner of the ring, she then slams a boot in and hits some wild attacks with fists and boots, but Priest just pushes her away back to the centre of the ring to get some rest bite.
However Glory is right back on him and hits a standing spinning heel kick to his stomach that causes Priest to drop into a seated position in the corner, she then lifts her knee and using the ropes as leverage just repeatedly slams her knee into the side of Priests head, she backs away as the official asks allowing Priest to stand back up, but as he does, she slams a forearm into his back and another and another as he walks the length of the ring, sticking near the ropes. Priest continues to walk around the ring, trying to get away from Glory’s attacks, but she is relentless with her kicks to his legs and his ribs, her shooting tactics working to keep Priest at bay and apply some pain, however just when it looks like Priest is being worn down, the big man suddenly lunges out at Glory and slaps his hand around her throat, PRIEST SLAM!?! NO! Glory continues to kick his legs, attacking one thigh in particular that stops Priests momentum and finally breaks the hold, she then turns and runs into the ropes, she hits them and comes back, BUT A BIG BOOT FROM PRIEST!!! The fans go mental as Priest just grabs his leg in pain, but roars to the fans with adrenaline.
He then turns to the ropes and steps out onto the apron before climbing to the top, as he gets his bearings though, Glory is up and runs up to meet him with some stiff right hands, she stalls him with her attacks and then hooks his arm, Superplex?? She stands in position and attempts to lift him, but Priest blocks it, she tries again, but again he blocks it, Suddenly Priest lifts Glory and throws her back into the ring causing her to land chest and stomach first, she kicks and rolls in pain as Priest just gathers his bearings again, he then perches himself, however, Glory just looks up at him from her position and wisely rolls to the outside of the ring to huge boos from the fans!
Walters:
Clever by Glory, but not something these fans are going to appreciate.
Vines:
That was clever, because she knew what was coming if she stood up.
Glory just stands on the outside of the ring, claiming she is getting a breather, but Priest is furious, however the boo’s suddenly get louder, some screams appearing as suddenly Rayne sprints down the ramp, chair in hand, he slams it across the back of Glory Braddock knocking her to the ground!!! He then stops and smiles at Priest as the official waves his hands wildly at the timekeepers table.
Ben Watson:
Ladies and Gentleman, your winner, by disqualification… GLORY… BRADDOCK!!
Priest just runs his hands through his hair in disbelief before glaring a hole through Rayne Young who continues to smile in the ring, however as he does Jacob Laymon slides into the ring behind the big man and just slams a chair across the big man’s back knocking Priest down to one knee, he then slams the chair across his back again knocking Priest to the ground. Rayne just lifts Glory Braddock to her feet and rolls her in the ring, before sliding in himself, as a dazed Glory begins to stand she does so right into MIDAS TOUCH!!! The superkick slaps off her jaw knocking her right back down as Rayne just grins from ear to ear.
Jacob walks across to Glory and kneels down at her side before viciously throwing a volley of right hands down onto her face over and over again, he then stops and just watches as Rayne Young takes the chair and as he has been doing for months, just lifts it above his head and slams it down on Priest over and over and over and over again causing the fans to boo heavily.
Finally Brittany Lohan, Marie Williams and Randal Williams run down the ramp causing Rayne and Jacob to casually leave the ring as they enter it, they however continue to grin from ear to ear as the fans boo heavily at the two members of aftermath who just lift their arms in the air and celebrate as the show credits suddenly appear in the bottom corner, the picture focusing on the victorious feeling of Rayne Young and Jacob Laymon before the picture disappears, the FWA lettering fading under a black cover.
Priest just sits up as Glory rolls out onto the apron and gets up to one knee, Priest stands and walks across to her, grabbing her by the hair to throw her back in the hard way, but before he can, Glory just grabs him around the head and drops down hanging Priest on the top rope causing him to grab at his throat as he stumbles back to the centre of the ring. Glory see’s an opportunity and leaps back onto the apron before grabbing the top rope, she then leaps up onto the ropes as Priest turns to face her and flies at him, but Priest reacts, slapping his hand around her throat in mid-air catching her as she lands back on the mat feet first, PRIEST SLAM!!! NO!!! Glory stamps on his foot and then leaps into the air with a perfect dropkick taking Priest off his feet and down to the mat! Glory just backs away and crawls to the far corner.
Glory just gets back to her feet and notices Priest is up to all fours, she walks across to him, trying to turn the tides of this match with a stiff kick to Priest’s ribs and another and another and another, keeping the big man down.
Walters:
This could be opening Glory needed.
Vines:
Priest went for a big move to early… I think he needs a brick.
Walters:
Bricks… Again? Eddie, this is a non-hardcore match!
Vines:
I don’t care. I like bricks.
Glory places her foot briefly across the throat of Priest, choking him on the ground out of frustration before the official pushes her back, Priest uses the space to stand, but Glory just slams a right hand into his face and another and another knocking him back into the corner of the ring, she then slams a boot in and hits some wild attacks with fists and boots, but Priest just pushes her away back to the centre of the ring to get some rest bite.
However Glory is right back on him and hits a standing spinning heel kick to his stomach that causes Priest to drop into a seated position in the corner, she then lifts her knee and using the ropes as leverage just repeatedly slams her knee into the side of Priests head, she backs away as the official asks allowing Priest to stand back up, but as he does, she slams a forearm into his back and another and another as he walks the length of the ring, sticking near the ropes. Priest continues to walk around the ring, trying to get away from Glory’s attacks, but she is relentless with her kicks to his legs and his ribs, her shooting tactics working to keep Priest at bay and apply some pain, however just when it looks like Priest is being worn down, the big man suddenly lunges out at Glory and slaps his hand around her throat, PRIEST SLAM!?! NO! Glory continues to kick his legs, attacking one thigh in particular that stops Priests momentum and finally breaks the hold, she then turns and runs into the ropes, she hits them and comes back, BUT A BIG BOOT FROM PRIEST!!! The fans go mental as Priest just grabs his leg in pain, but roars to the fans with adrenaline.
He then turns to the ropes and steps out onto the apron before climbing to the top, as he gets his bearings though, Glory is up and runs up to meet him with some stiff right hands, she stalls him with her attacks and then hooks his arm, Superplex?? She stands in position and attempts to lift him, but Priest blocks it, she tries again, but again he blocks it, Suddenly Priest lifts Glory and throws her back into the ring causing her to land chest and stomach first, she kicks and rolls in pain as Priest just gathers his bearings again, he then perches himself, however, Glory just looks up at him from her position and wisely rolls to the outside of the ring to huge boos from the fans!
Walters:
Clever by Glory, but not something these fans are going to appreciate.
Vines:
That was clever, because she knew what was coming if she stood up.
Glory just stands on the outside of the ring, claiming she is getting a breather, but Priest is furious, however the boo’s suddenly get louder, some screams appearing as suddenly Rayne sprints down the ramp, chair in hand, he slams it across the back of Glory Braddock knocking her to the ground!!! He then stops and smiles at Priest as the official waves his hands wildly at the timekeepers table.
Ben Watson:
Ladies and Gentleman, your winner, by disqualification… GLORY… BRADDOCK!!
Priest just runs his hands through his hair in disbelief before glaring a hole through Rayne Young who continues to smile in the ring, however as he does Jacob Laymon slides into the ring behind the big man and just slams a chair across the big man’s back knocking Priest down to one knee, he then slams the chair across his back again knocking Priest to the ground. Rayne just lifts Glory Braddock to her feet and rolls her in the ring, before sliding in himself, as a dazed Glory begins to stand she does so right into MIDAS TOUCH!!! The superkick slaps off her jaw knocking her right back down as Rayne just grins from ear to ear.
Jacob walks across to Glory and kneels down at her side before viciously throwing a volley of right hands down onto her face over and over again, he then stops and just watches as Rayne Young takes the chair and as he has been doing for months, just lifts it above his head and slams it down on Priest over and over and over and over again causing the fans to boo heavily.
Finally Brittany Lohan, Marie Williams and Randal Williams run down the ramp causing Rayne and Jacob to casually leave the ring as they enter it, they however continue to grin from ear to ear as the fans boo heavily at the two members of aftermath who just lift their arms in the air and celebrate as the show credits suddenly appear in the bottom corner, the picture focusing on the victorious feeling of Rayne Young and Jacob Laymon before the picture disappears, the FWA lettering fading under a black cover.
