A dark screen. A void of silence. So calm and peaceful. Abruptly the screen erupts with flames. They dance and twist in the void. Searching out it’s every inch for an escape…Slowly a face starts to form in the flames. The face of the Father, Creator…of evil…The entity speaks…
”M.o.A Supreme.”
The flames erupt again, ”After the Flesh” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult starts, and soon images are flashing across the screen…The first few to hit the screen are of the Masters in their golden age. Of their day’s in the WCIWA. Footage of Styx’s match with Misery. Their bodies tired and worn….
Footage of the original M.o.A as it stands together as one entity. That scene changes quickly as flames rush across the screen to be replaced by the Great Mutiny. Styx’s broken body lay’s limp upon a locker room floor. The original M.o.A with Fatal Charm members present stand around the fallen man…In the corner tied up sits Flesh. Rage and pain in his eye’s…
The scene changes again an image of an M.o.A without Styx. Led by his long time companion Stone. The footage that follows is of an M.o.A as it attacks one another. A fight for power had begun….More footage of three M.o.A’ers younger then, Flesh, Scott Davidson, and Jamie Williams all wearing New Blood shirts. Again the scene changes to images of Flesh leading a new and revived M.o.A against the WCIWA…
Those images fade away to another event. An event in which Styx takes back his creation. Takes back the M.o.A from Stone. All the time his pupil Flesh there to play the proper part. The scene moves forward in time as Styx stands center ring and those that chose to follow him walk to the ring….Jamie Williams, Saleah Ridgers, Mass Carnage, and Jamie Williams are given close up shots…
An image of Styx with his M.o.A suddenly vanishes…To be replaced with the face of Vice. Scenes of Vice as he stands with Jamie Williams. Together they create a great M.o.A. Then footage of the two as they bicker. They part way’s. Vice stay’s true to the Future. He brings his followers to the top…
New footage replaces that. Jamie William’s stands in a foreign ring. A look of disdain and hate on his face. Boredom and confusion. He stands alone…The scene changes back to Vice. His face bloodied in a match he fights for the name King o’ Extreme. Footage of Mass Carnage. He fights for the M.o.A…for the Future. Finally a collogue of the three. Each of their faces taken a third of the screen, and it is then that Flesh’s black masked face erupts through the collogue…
Footage of his attack after attack on the BEW . He sparks new life back into the M.o.A. They fight with a purpose. Jamie Williams stands beside Flesh and Vice. MC creates an army of his own…Shawn Twilight crashes through a stack of tables to the floor below…Flesh destroys Twilight’s body. Vice is no longer seen in M.o.A company. Jamie raises to the next level…he is the Heir. Mass Carnage dismantles an icon…he is the Angel…Flesh captures his final jewel…he is the King. Suddenly everything stops. The music stops, the images vanish, the flames reappear…
”…Where that faith leaves you with nothing my kingdom makes you complete. A kingdom that has never fallen under any forces that may oppose it…a revolution that I lead, breath, and give new life to every day. All of you here mean nothing to it in the grand scheme of things...M.o.A Supreme…”
The image of a jam packed San Diego Cox Arena erupts onto the screen. The thousands of fans in attendance, the majority dressed in silver and black M.o.A shirts, scream, holler, and yell. The energy is electric as various camera’s begin to pan through the arena. From camera to camera the scene shifts. Fans holding signs, flipping off the cameras, and celebrating the life of a stable that has never been stopped.
The camera’s continue to work the crowd as fire works erupt. All around the arena M.o.A Supreme, a slogan the M.o.A was born from, signs hang from the rafter in silver and black. The night belongs to the M.o.A. Many times they have taken over event’s, taken over federations, and even created their own, but tonight…Tonight this is their night.
The camera continues to sweep the arena until finally it lands on our two announcers. They sit at a small table by ringside. A ringside that is plain. No fancy trim or guard rails. One representing the M.o.A opposition. The other…the Voice of the M.o.A…BEW President Merrix and Big Hughy sit as the ring commentators for tonight.
The scene switches to a straight on view of our two announcers. Big Hughy play’s up to the crowd as Merrix goes over some notes. They begin…
Big Hughy: (His voice coming over the TV and arena PA system) “Well! Let’s get this bitch started!”
The arena erupts and the trash starts to fly through the arena…
BEW President Merrix: “Welcome everyone to the first annual BEW hosted Night of Armageddon. Coming to you live from Cox Arena of San Diego.”
Big Hughy: (His voice still coming over the PA) “San Doggie Dog let’s get the noise up in tis house!!”
The arena is rattling at the reappearance of the Voice of the M.o.A…
BEW President Merrix: “Tonight in a joint venture the M.o.A and BEW bring to you an event honoring the stable of the Masters of Armageddon. As the biggest names from the BEW and few select members of the M.o.A go head to head.”
The crowd pumped up enough. Hughy turns his attention back to Merrix…
Big Hughy: “Hey…head to head? More like M.o.A foot to a scrubs ass. Sheesh Brother of A Nobody you know what’s up. This is Night of Armageddon. We win you lose. That simple.”
A look of disdain crosses President Merrix’s face…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh wonderful the battle has begun already. Listen up Huge Ass I’m not above the name calling either. We can either be professional about this or um we can act like children…”
A pause from Hughy then….
Big Hughy: “Shup doo-doo head.”
BEW President Merrix: “Alright children it is…But getting back to the event tonight. The M.o.A have really gone to all lengths to put things in their corner. They have tonight three BEW title shots. That’s almost unheard of. Also tonight the M.o.A has secured the long time recluse Greg Eskridge as a ring announcer!”
Hughy raises his eyebrow in confusion…
Big Hughy: “Huh? We did? Why wasn’t I informed…Oh heads are gonna roll!”
BEW President Merrix: “And you’re the Voice of the M.o.A huh?”
Big Hughy: “Yeah and you a brother of a loser, the owner of a federation that depends on the M.o.A to survive, and um…oh yeah you suck.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh how ever will I regain my confidence…Back to the matter at hand Greg Eskridge will make another public appearance tonight since “abandoning” the BEW, and call the wrestler’s to ring. I’m sure this has something to do with Styx and Gerg’s unusual friendship?”
Big Hughy: “Doubt it…he’s doing it for himself…no good dirty rotten show boater. No respect for Styx whatsoever! Why I oughta hit him with a Hughy Elbow.”
BEW President Merrix: “Calm down Hughy…there’s still plenty of event left. Oh and for the record name the brother of the last WCIWA champion scrub? Something the um M.o.A didn’t come close to?”
Big Hughy: “…Shup doo-doo head.”
BEW President Merrix: “And also of note…we have in the house a ton of former M.o.A members and haters. What part they will play on tonight is unknown. As a matter of fact one of the founders of the original M.o.A is here in front row. The man known as Stone.”
The scene shifts to the front row, and there indeed sits Stone. Still bald, an eye patch over his right eye, and a nice full beard he leans back in his seat a drink in one hand. Next to him sits his wife of one year and inactive M.o.A member Fire. Between them bounces the active child of Fire…Stone notices the camera and nods…
Big Hughy: “Ah the bloody hell. That sonuvabitch is a dead man. A dead man. When Flesh sees that fossil he’s dead. If I weren’t here keeping your commentary from sending the audience to sleep I’d go over there and slap him around a bit.”
BEW President Merrix: ‘Well please then be my guest. I’m sure the audience would love to see you slap around Stone.”
Big Hughy: “Um yeah…and I would too, but I can’t trust you here by yourself…Oh hey look Redemption and WolfBane back from Japan! Enforced Penance in da house!”
The scene switches over to two men seated in the thick of the crowd. Both with stern looks and a pair of Oakley’s on their faces they look ahead at the ring. Both men are huge. Under their clothing muscles bulge. Early in the WCIWA they had been an dominate M.o.A tag-team, but soon left to Japan…Tonight they seem intent on the events at hand…
Big Hughy: “Man I love those guy’s…They are so damn awsome…Ah but enough with the reminiscing…let’s get this party started…M.o.A style.”
Suddenly the lights go out…Laser pointers, lighters, and screams are the only testament that a crowd still looms…Suddenly “Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains begins to play, and a single pale blue spotlight shines down from the rafters to land upon the top of the ramp way where a lone figure awaits…
Big Hughy: “Well there he is…”
He is recognized immediately as Greg Eskridge and an M.o.A friend. The fans erupt into cheers. Greg simply looks at the crowd and gives them his patented smile. The ladies in the arena whistle. Greg brushes his hand back through his long flowing blonde hair and starts down to ringside. Dressed in a dark blue Armani suit he walks as if he owns the world, and perhaps in his mind he does…The lights suddenly flare on and the cheering intensifies…
BEW President Merrix: “Smug as always’.”
Big Hughy: “Oh Rod I hate him.”
Greg reaches ringside and with a couple of simple actions leaps to the apron and then pushes him self over the top rope. As he reaches the height of his leap over the top rope, his hand on the top rope, he kinda comes to a stop…As a skateboarder might make a slight pause in his performance on the ramp. Greg keeps himself balanced for but a couple of seconds before letting his arm collapse and landing gracefully on his feet. The crowd erupts…
Big Hughy: “Oh no he couldn’t just step through the ropes like a normal person. Sheesh.”
Greg moves to center ring pulling out a mic from an inside jacket pocket as he does…Suddenly he starts to speak…
“M.o.A Nation welcome to your show! Welcome to the night that Styx’s dream created. Welcome to Night of Armageddon. And lastly ladies welcome your eye’s to the perfection that Greg Eskridge is.”
The crowd erupts. Noticeable more cheers are heard from women. Greg smiles…
Greg Eskridge: “But hey before I go any further let me ask ya this one. Just where in the hell is Styx? Thought he was suppose to be something special? Guess he passed the show onto Fleshy Poo though…Someone my friend Big Kev is gonna kick the shit out of tonight can I get an amen!!”
There is a confused response from the crowd. Not really cheers nor boos…
BEW President Merrix: “Well what’s this about?”
Big Hughy: “Ah I’ll tell you what this is about! Greg’s stabbing us in our backs…That prissy footed preppy! I hope Styx comes back and rips your damn head off!”
BEW President Merrix: “Well seems as if the M.o.A isn’t all shits and giggles.”
Greg continues to pace around the ring…as he starts to announce…
Greg Eskridge: “And with that said…(a wink and a smile)…This first match up is scheduled for one pin-fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Coming to the ring first a child that is lucky to even be on the card. A child that tried top hang in the big leagues. This is his going away match to parts the elite would never tread. He is the greatest impersonator alive today! He is the originator of nothing. He is THE IMMATURE CHIIIIIIIIIIILD!!!”
The crowd erupts into boo’s before the Immature Child even show’s his face. Then slowly from behind the curtain he peeks his head out. He is pelted right away by a full cup of soda. The brown colored liquid runs down his face. A single tear falls down his cheek. Slowly he emerges from behind the curtain shame in his eye’s he bows his head over, and begins his long walk to ringside…
Big Hughy: “Haha…well looks like Immature Child isn’t all here. It’s almost as if his body is here…but there’s no life behind him…What did this guy’s name use to be?”
BEW President Merrix: “Um, uh…I think it’s something like Viru…Um, hell if I can remember.”
The Immature Child (formally known as Virus the “Lone Wolf”) finally reaches ringside. Still the trash is thrown at him. Slowly he crawls up onto the ring apron, and as he attempts to go over the top rope he trips and falls. He lands face first on the mat, and lay’s there. Greg Eskridge look’s down at the sorry wretch and brings the microphone back up to his mouth…
Greg Eskridge: “And now you’re M.o.A member!”
The crowd explodes as “Careful With that Ax Eugene” by Pink Floyd hits the arena PA system…
Greg Eskridge: “Coming to the ring now from Cherokee, North Carolina. He is the EHIW’s last World Heavyweight Champion. Standing at six-feet even, and weighing in at 223-pounds. He is a recent addition to the M.o.A. He is the bearer of Redemption. He is BAAAAAAANSHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
Big Hughy: “Whoo hoo! Listen to this place! He Immature Child just wetted himself! HA!”
The crowd is in a frenzy as the long, white haired Master by name of Banshee steps out into the arena from behind the curtain. With a pale handsome face, slender and well defined, and highlighted by striking red eye’s, he survey’s the arena. His eye’s finally come to rest upon the man in the ring. The man still cowering on the ring floor starts to shake…
BEW President Merrix: “What a pussy.”
Big Hughy: “Did you just say what I thought you said?”
BEW President Merrix: “Uh huh.”
Big Hughy: “Cool!”
Banshee smiles and adjusts his beautifully crafted black with gold trim surcoat. He begins his walk down to ringside very slowly, and almost gracefully. His long slender body takes each step carefully, and he seems to flow through each action. He reaches ringside as Greg Eskridge takes one last look at the quivering mass once known as Virus, and exits the ring. A referee soon enters the ring and takes up position by a turnbuckle…
Banshee stands on the outside for a few seconds more looking over the small child shaking in his own puddle of urine. Then slowly eloquently Banshee starts to make his way up the steel steps. He shrugs his surcoat off and tosses it down to the time keeper. Revealed beneath that is a sleeveless gray shirt, a pair of black tights with a gothic cross embroidered upon each leg, and a pair of finger less black gloves upon a pale skinned body…
BEW President Merrix: “Well looks like this thing is about to start…No wait a minute. Banshee is signaling for a mic from the time keeper. Banshee has a mic now as he stands upon the top step outside the ring..”
Slowly Banshee steps into the ring through the top and middle ropes. He brings the mic to his mouth as he slowly walks towards The Immature Child. The Child slowly begins to back away from Banshee…
“Shh, hush, hush. This will all be over with in a second. You see I was given a job. I’m suppose to end you pain Child. I’m to make sure you receive the knowledge of what it is to attack the Future. And so this lesson you will learn.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh Banshee rushes The Child a drops a boto in his face. WHA! The child is bleeding already!”
Big Hughy: “Yeah the blood is flowing pretty quickly as The Child rolls onto his back clinging onto his face. Banshee still has that mic.”
Banshee: “You just don’t seem to understand do you Child? We are superior to you in every way. For even those others who fight against us tonight hold more importance then you.”
Big Hughy: “Banshee with another stomp to The Child’s midsection. The Child is just writhing in pain. I guess he’s impersonating a wrestler today, ha!”
BEW President Merrix: “That he is, as now Banshee picks The Child up by his hair, and grabbing him by the scuff of the neck pushes him into the ropes. The Child on his way back…OH! Vicious drop kick and The Child goes tumbling back towards the ropes. Banshee still with that mic.”
Banshee: “When this is all over Child you will know new found respect for us. When this is all over child you’ll be lucky if I leave you use of a pinky.”
Big Hughy: “Banshee now standing over the dazed Child. He reaches down for a leg and…AH SHIT! Banshee just brought his foot down on The Child’s knee sending a bone jutting out the side of The Child’s leg! HA!”
BEW President Merrix: “Hope he brakes the other…CRACK nevermind. The Child writhing in pain.”
Banshee: “Now I want to hear you say you’re sorry Child. Sorry for even talking to me. Sorry for even showing up tonight. Apologize for even existing.”
Banshee lowers the mic down to the blood soaked Child, and waits. Finally as if it were a great feat to even speaks he does…
The Immature Child: “I’m so sorry Master.”
Big Hughy: “Ha he said it!”
Banshee smiles and raises the mic back to his mouth. As the rest of the arena erupts in laughter…
Banshee: “Good, but not good enough.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh man. Banshee going to work now on The Child as he stomps a bloody mud hole in his ass. The Chid has nothing left in him. This should teach him never to impersonate a wrestler.”
Big Hughy: “Whoo hoo! Yeah Banshee stomps his ass into the mat! Wait he’s stopping…”
Banshee pauses and takes a step back from the bloody mess…
Banshee: “And now remember me as the man that ended your short career.”
BEW President Merrix: “Banshee now tosses his mic out of the ring. He picks the broken Child up and tosses him over his shoulder. Now he’s climbing the turnbuckle. The referee is close at hand…”
Big Hughy: “Banshee now at the top. He’s holding The Child’s body out in front of him with both arms…HE LEAPS!!!”
Banshee goes sailing through the air, and as his body comes closer to the ring floor he raises The Child’s body in the air, and as he connects with the ring floor he brings The Child’s back down across his knee. A loud CRACK is heard…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh my God a super Banshee Buster!! And that crack wasn’t a good sound for The Child. Banshee let’s his frail body drop to the mat now and covers him with a foot. The ref is there to count…
1…2…3…!”
DING-DING
Greg Eskridge: “Your winner! BAAAAAAAANSHEEEEEEEE!!”
The crowd erupts as “Careful With That Ax, Eugene” hits the PA system again. Banshee places his hand upon the forehead of the fallen child, and then slowly stands. He turns away from the Child and daftly exits the ring. Making sure to pick up his surcoat…
Big Hughy: “And the M.o.A with the first win of the night! And in doing so leaves behind a broken mess by the name of the Child. Hmm, looks like we have the paramedic’s coming out here now to get his worthless hide out of the ring.”
BEW President Merrix: “Good riddance. Had enough problems with that guy. And now Banshee disappears behind the curtain. I don’t think he even broke a sweet for that one. Paramedics down by ringside applying splints, neck brace, IV’s, and hell the list goes on and on. He’s done.”
Big Hughy: “Hey for once I’d have to agree with you. This crowd is really going, and well hell why slow things down as we have the back stabbing Greg Eskridge once again entering the empty ring.”
Greg Eskridge casually enters the ring this time through the top and middle ropes after ascending the steel steps. He moves towards the middle of the ring smiling that smile still, and raises the mic to his mouth...
Greg Eskridge: “Now I have something else on my mind That I just don't think I can hold back. Are all the members of the M.o.A just daft? I mean each one of em praises Styx. Even the one's that have never spoken to him. I don't see how they can follow someone who doesn't exist anymore. Everyone see my point? Or is it just me?"
Again there is a silence in the crowd. Confused by the words of a supposed M.o.A friend. Greg Eskridge continues on...
Greg Eskridge: "Anyway...This next match up is scheduled for one pin fall with a 60 minute time limit. Coming to the ring first from Asbury Park, New Jersey. He is currently active in the BEW. He is it’s former Atlantic Champion…”
"What's your Alias?" by Mystikal starts up on the PA system and the fans begin to boo…
Greg Eskridge: “Standing at six-feet seven-inches, and weighing in at 265-pounds. He’s here to make this a night the M.o.A will never forget. He is JAAAAAAIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Jaigo suddenly emerges from behind the curtain pushing a giant blue dumpster. Dressed in his plain attire of a pair of baggy blue jean shorts, black leather boots, and a white tank top he guides the dumpster down the ramp way as the fans throw trash at him…
Big Hughy: “Ha look the garbage man is here. What the hell does he think he’s doing?”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh he pulls this stuff in the BEW all the time.”
Big Hughy: “And you let him get away with it?”
BEW President Merrix: “…”
Jaigo finally reaches ringside and grabbing onto the dumpster climbs up it until he stand atop it. He pulls a mic from out of a back pocket, and his music dies down as the fans continue to throw trash at him, and boo him heavily. Jaigo turns back around towards the curtain, and starts to speak over the crowd…
Jaigo: “yo bitches calm your asses down. You’ll get some too. Now to the bitch back there…Ya know Riley, lets make this an no rules match falls count anywhere! I'm sure you've heard of it, I'm sure you know the rules...let's get this shit going!”
This gets a slight cheer from the crowd, and as Jaigo opens the dumpster doors, and chairs, pipes, bats, and all other forms of objects fall out of it the chair increases slightly…Greg Eskridge still n the ring turns his head to the side in a quizzical look and mouths…”Who’s this guy think he is?” Greg shakes his head and begins to announce again as Jaigo stares off at the curatin…
Greg Eskridge: “And now you’re M.o.A member!”
The crowd erupts before any further announcement need be made…”Can You Feel it Coming Into the Night” by Genesis begins to play…
Greg Eskridge: “Coming to the ring now from Boston, Massachusetts. The past United States Champion of the RSWF. Standing at six-foot even, and weighing in at 220-pounds. He is a member of the Masters of Armageddon. He is the Ironman. He is Tommy “THE TECHNICIAN” RIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEY!!!”
Big Hughy: “Ah now that’s a man!”
The cheering intensifies as Riley burst through the curtain. A smug smile on his face he looks Jaigo over. Wearing his black jacket, red tights, and black shirt, the words Ironman across the front, he seesm in good spirits. He shakes his finger at Jaigo and then reaches inside his jacket to produce a mic of his own. Greg Eskridge still in the ring. Rolls his eye’s and starts to exit the squared circle…
“A what match? A no rules match? Wha? Do my ears deceive me? Listen up Jiggy they don’t call me the Technician because I hit people with a baseball bat. I’m a Technician because I keep it in the ring. What kind of an idiot do you take me for? So how about you just push that little tin can back up the ramp and we’ll get this done in the ring…No wait. That wouldn’t be fair. All that hard work to push that dumpster down to ringside and then you showed off all them pretty chairs, bats, and such…Geez, I’d feel bad ruining your “moment” so ok we’ll do this thing, but I hope you don’t mind if I bring a few ‘things” of my own to the ring. You know I really am new at this.”
Riley clicks his mic off and looks back over his shoulder. Slowly from behind the curtain Mass Carnage apperas. Jaigo jumps down from the dumpster and grabs up two baseball bats. He mouths “Bring it on.” Riley smiles and gestures for him to wait. Suddenly Pope, Jamie Williams, Derek Steele, and Saleah Ridgers walk out from behind the curtain. Riley then motions for Jaigo to look behind him…
Slowly Jaigo turns to find a few more members of the M.o.A including Extreme Warrior, Banshee, WolfsBane, Life,, and Redemption coming through the crowd…Jaigo mouths “Fuck.” Slowly the M.o.A encroaches in upon Jaigo. Their circle growing smaller and smaller. Jaigo slowly crawls into the ring and begins to turn slowly in the ring trying to watch all the M.o.A…But his attack comes from above as a pile of bricks comes crashing down upon him.
BEW President Merrix: “Oh my this could kill him!”
Big Hughy: “That’s the whole point…”
The bricks quickly lay him out on the ring floor. Dazed he lay’s on the floor. His head busted open a trickle of blood flows from his mouth. The bricks finally stop falling and settle around and on his limp body riddled with lacerations. His two bats now far from his body it’s all he can do to stay conscious…
The crowd is going nuts. The M.o.A finally move inside the ring as the ever familiar form of Flesh drops down from the rafters on a line. Machine in hand he begins to pace…
Big Hughy: “The boss is pissed.”
BEW President Merrix: “The boss is pissed?!?” What about Jaigo? He’s losing a lot of blood.”
Big Hughy: “He shouldn’t have pissed the boss off.”
Flesh continues to pace as the Masters form a circle around him and Jaigo. It's noticed Flesh takes a second to look through the crowd to Stone. Stone stares back. Flesh shakes his head and leans over to pick up a brick. He looks at it there in his hand, and then suddenly throws it at Jaigo. The brick crashes into Jaigo’s ribs and he lets out a grunt…Flesh whips around and grabs up the mic from Riley…
Flesh
: “Let he who is without sin cast the first fucking stone!! You little no nothing!! I had ignored you up until this point. Up until this point you couldn’t raise a pimple on my ass, but you…you little worthless shit…You dare to say those words in my God damn presence? ”Who is Collins?” Who is Collins!?! You miserable sonuvabitch! Collins is…No fuck it! You don’t deserve to know now, but I will inform you of this little detail. Learn who Collins is, and learn who he is real quick or the Future will not allow you to breath in the BEW. You little prick! And how fucking stupid can you be? No rules match at an M.o.A event against a Master!?! You ignorant ….ahh!”Flesh winds up and delivers a fierce blow to the back of Jaigo’s head. He then throws the mic back to Riley and storms out of the ring. The crowd erupts as he ascends the ramp way, and he pauses for but a second to look about him. Almost in shock before he continues on….
BEW President Merrix: ‘Whoa…Flesh is pissed, and Jaigo’s condition isn’t getting any better. Someone needs to get Jaigo out of there.”
Big Hughy: “Oh no Jaigo’s pretty much fucked right now.”
Riley moves the mic to his lips as a smile slowly spreads…
Tommy “The Technician” Riley: “Well geez Jaigo I guess I win. Let’s just call this beginners luck huh?”
Riley drops his mic and flips Jaigo over with his foot. The towering WolfsBane pulls a referee into the ring, and pushes him towards Riley and the fallen Jaigo. Riley places his foot atop Jaigo’s chest, and the ref counts…
1…2…3…DING-DING
Greg Eskridge: “You winner! Tommy “THE TECHNICIAN” RIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEY!!”
The crowd erupts as Riley steps over Jaigo and starts to exit the ring.. “Can You Feel it Coming Into the Night” hits the PA again, and the other M.o.A members begin to exit as well. The walk up the ramp way to cheers as Jaigo’s limp body is pelted with trash, half filled soda cups, and even half eaten food. Finally paramedics make it to the ring. They quickly apply a neck brace and start to strap Jaigo to the gurney. His body bruised, bloody, and torn he manages to keep him self from drifting off into unconsciousness…
BEW President Merrix: “My God. Well the M.o.A get’s it’s first event started off in the true spirit of the M.o.A. The paramedics are now taking Jaigo away on that gurney. Oh, and look at these “fans” if you can call them that. Booing him and throwing trash at him.”
Big Hughy: ‘Course they’re booing him he’s a loser. Much like a certain someone’s brother.”
BEW President Merrix: “Loser? They dropped a pay load of bricks on him!”
Big Hughy: “It was a no rules match up genuis. He’s lucky they didn’t run his ass over with a truck. Feel sorry for him on your own time. We have matches to call.”
BEW President Merrix: “Still these people have no compassion, and neither do you.”
Big Hughy: “oh I’m so hurt. Listen Jaigo called for a no-dq match. He got it. So I don’t want to hear anyone whining about how he cheated. The boy doesn’t even fight those type of matches…how was he to know that form of fighting isn’t generally accepted. Anyway…I have some interesting news.”
BEW President Merrix: “Hmph…I doubt it but what?”
Big Hughy: “Well leader of the M.o.A down in ol Mexico, Jose Gonzalez just unified all of the Mexican Wrestling Federation’s title into one. He named the title, um…yeah named the title “My Title”. As a matter of fact we have him on a satellite link now…Joser ya there? Joser?”
The scene switches over to M.o.A Tron suspended above the entrance way. There is some static for a few seconds and then the image of Jose Gonzalez appears on the screen. His neatly trimmed hair, mustache, and goatee are as they were almost six-months ago. Although some of his boyish features have started to fade away as he’s seen more ring action. He looks into the camera with his hazel eye’s and begins to speak in perfect English…
“Yeah I hear you fat man…WOW! Satellite. This thing is pretty cool Hughy. We don’t have this type of thing down here in Mexico. No sir. We have to do all our interviews on local commercials, and in the ring. You know M.o.A is the official spokes group for Corona beer? Hey! Say that’s a pretty big arena there.”
Big Hughy: “Yeah it is Joser, but um…you’ve fought in aren’s bigger then this remember?”
A confused look comes over Jose Gonzalez’s face…
Jose Gonzalez: ‘Um no…but I remember I got a shirt. And that Riley guy. I remember I hated him. Have we killed him yet?”
Big Hughy: “Um Joser he’s in the M.o.A now.”
Jose Gonzalez: “Really? Oh well…you know I always’ did have a soft spot in my heart for the guy. He was like a brother to me. Hey I got my shirt because of him.”
Big Hughy: “Oh man…So yeah…um…”
BEW President Merrix: “So um Mr. Gonzalez tell us about the “My Title”.”
Jose Gonzalez: “Huh? Who the hell are you?”
BEW President Merrix: “President of the BEW.”
Jose Gonzalez: “Like I care…what am I douing talking to you?”
BEW President Merrix: “Well the M.o.A is in my federation to include Flesh. Styx has made appearances there, and the BEW is hosting the NoA.”
Jose Gonzalez: “Just one phone call! Ok, so yeah “My Title”. Um what’s there to say? M.o.A: SABOTAGE came saw and conquered. I unified all the titles. It was pretty cool.”
BEW President Merrix: “M.o.A what?”
Jose Gonzalez: “Yeah M.o.A: Sabotage…you know like M.o.A: New Age…”
Big Hughy: “WHOA Joser old body. We done got rid of all them branches. We’re just back to good ol M.o.A.”
Jose Gonzalez: “Phone calls! Just one phone call once in awhile is all I ask! Aie! That’s it I can’t deal with this pressure. Lana and the rest of M.o.A: Sabo…I mean the M.o.A is waiting for me…We’re going out to celebrate. Just one friggin phone call!”
Jose storms off the sit. The screen returns to snow and then to the NoA banner…Hughy and Merrix sit stunned…
Big Hughy: “Well here’s preppy to take us into another match.”
Slowly Greg Eskridge enters the ring again. His long golden hair down around his shoulders he brushes a few strands from his face. Looking around at the crowd a few boos start up as he smiles again…
Greg Eskridge: “Ah it does take an M.o.A fan that long to figure out when they’re being knocked huh? Geez, the intelligence level is staggering. Come on Greg Eskridge honoring the M.o.A? Friends with the M.o.A? Come on people I was using them…As long as I wasn’t in a ring against them they were fine to hang around with, but now with the GWF on the horizon…Well let’s just say you have to chose you’re real friends. And just perhaps Big Kev and Double A will unite once again.”
Big Hughy: “That bastard I knew it!!”
The booing is incredible as the trash starts to flow again. Greg smiles and dodges out of the way of a full cup of soda. He smiles and shakes his finger in the general direction and then is hit in the back of the head with another cup…
Greg Eskridge: “Ah just for that I’m not announcing the next match…”
Greg is suddenly cut off…
Jamie Williams: “No need to Greg. I’m sure we can find someone to finish the job for you.”
Greg quickly snaps his head in the direction of the entrance way. And there standing at the top of the rampway is Jamie Williams (with mic in hand), Mass Carnage, James Pope, and Derek Steele. Slowly the four men start down to ringside. Greg smiles turns and starts to head out of the ring when he finally takes notices of the trap…
Coming, again, through the crowd are other members of the M.o.A. Greg lowers his head and shakes it. Daming himself for being that careless. He raises his head again and begins to look around for a way out. WolfsBane, Redemption, Life, Extreme Warrior, Remorse, Banshee, and Tommy Riley finally make it through the crowd and start to surround the ring. Jamie Williams, Mass Carnage, James Pope, and Derek Steele finally reach ringside as well and start to take up position…
BEW President Merrix: “Well looks like Greg Eskridge is in a bit of trouble…”
Big Hughy: “Dumbass should have known better… BEW President Merrix: “Well Hughy has just left his announcers position and is now grabbing up his chair and taking it with him to ringside. Greg Eskridge spinning in a slow circle as the M.o.A draws closer…”
Greg Eskridge: ‘Well fuck…bring it on already.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh and there goes the M.o.A…they start to flood the ring…Greg throws his mic it connects with James Pope’s forehead. He turns quickly dropkick on Riley! OH NO!!! Too many! WolfsBane from behind with a crushing blow to the back of Greg’s head. Greg goes down to the mat. The rest of the M.o.A is attacking now!”
BEW President Merrix: “They’re stomping away on him. Wait they’ve stopped. Mass Carnage now directs WolfsBane and Redemption to tie him up in the ropes, and they comply as now a dazed Greg has his arms pinned back…”
With Greg tied up in the ropes the M.o.A makes a loose circle around him…Jamie steps forward with a mic…
Jamie Williams: “Hello, hello? What did you think you’d just waltz in here and speak your mind against the M.o.A and not get yours? And we’re the one’s lacking intelligence. You should know better Greg, and I hope this little ass beating here just woke you up. You could have stood with us but you decided to…”
Suddenly Big Hughy rushes forward and brings the steel chair down across the face of Greg Eskridge. A cut forms over Greg’s left eye and starts to bleed, as Greg’s head falls to his chest. Jamie quickly snatches the chair away from Hughy, and gives him a swift kick to the rear…
Jamie Williams: “Hey ya fat shit! Did I tell you to do that? Ah hell WolfsBane pick the idiot up. We’re not done with him yet. And Hughy get back to the announcers table and stay there!”
Big Hughy quickly exits the ring as Jamie tosses the chair to the floor with a look of disgust on his face. WolfsBane meanwhile untangles Greg from his prison of ropes and slings him up over his shoulder. The rest of the M.o.A starts to exit the ring as Hughy finally reaches the announcers table…
BEW President Merrix: “Voice of the M.o.A huh? Hahaha, how’s your ass Hughy?”
The sounds of Hughy slipping his headphones back on is heard…
Big Hughy: “Aw shut the hell up.”
BEW President Merrix: “Hey why don’t you sit down…Oh yeah that’s right…hahhaha!”
Big Hughy: “Oh I’m warning you…”
Hughy is suddenly cut off by the voice of James Pope as he stands half-way through the curtain…
James Pope: “Hey Hughy. Word from the top is you’re also ring announcing now. So get with it already.”
Big Hughy once again throws down his headphones and races back to the ring as Pope goes back behind the curtain…
BEW President Merrix: “Run fat ass run…”
Hughy bends over to grab up a mic that Banshee had tossed out earlier and then quickly ascends the steel steps into the ring. Breathing heavily…
Big Hughy: “Pant-pant…This next match up is for the BEW Television Title and has no time limit…it is a …Crucifixion match. The loser of the match…is the one that gets nailed to a cross… The rules…there are no rules. The match will go as follows… Barbwire will twine around the ropes,…low explosive land mines will fill the ring floor, and on the outside shards of glass will line the ground…Pant-pant…Coming to the ring right now are the ring technicians as they begin to sit the ring up… And lowering from the rafters right now the Cross!”
There is a slight pop from the crowd as a giant wooden cross is lowered from the rafters. Crud and ugly it comes to a stop as the ring technicians swarm the ring and start preparing it…
Big Hughy: “Coming to the ring now from Cairo, Egypt. He is currently active in the BEW and is it’s current Television champion…”
”Living Dead Girl” by Rob Zombie hits the PA and the fans start to boo viciously…
Big Hughy: That’s what I say… Standing at five-foot ten-inches, and weighing in at 267-pounds. He lay’s claim to being extreme, yeah right…He is the leader of the Guild. He is Jonathan Prophet. Yadda-yadda.”
It is then that Jonathan Prophet emerges from behind the curtain. Long dark hair hangs over a scarred face with wicked smile. Upon his body a leather priest outfit, now pieces of it torn and burnt from previous matches. Those parts of his body that aren’t covered by the outfit are covered by scars and tattoo’s. And upon his waist the shimmering gold of a BEW TV title. He brush’s a piece of hair out of his face and looks at the crowd smiling a sinister smile. He turns his gaze to Big Hughy and starts his march down to ringside…
BEW President Merrix: “And here comes Prophet. Probably the most unusual BEW wrestler ever. He’s staring daggers into Hughy, and um Hughy doesn’t look to comfortable up there.”
Prophet finally reaches ringside, he tosses his belt to the time keeper, and begins to slide in under the bottom rope when he finally notices Stone sitting in the front row…He comes back down to his feet and starts to work his way over to Stone…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh bad blood between these two as now Prophet is just feet away from Stone. Stone stands to his feet, and man is he still ever impressive. Prophet and Stone just staring at each other…Finally Prophet breaks the staring contest with a smile and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Big Hughy quick to roll out of the ring stepping over mines. Prophet slumps down in a corner his hair covering his face again.”
Big Hughy stands outside the ring, the floor not yet littered with glass shards as technicians stand around with bags of glass. Hughy starts to announce again…
Big Hughy: “And now coming to the ring you’re M.o.A member!”
The crowd erupts as always as “Sad But True” by Metallica hits the PA system…
Big Hughy: “From parts unknown, and currently active in the BEW. Standing at six-feet one-inches, and weighing in at 276-pounds! He is truly extreme! He is the master of the Northern Lights Elbow. He is EXTREME WAAAAAARRIOOOOOOR!!”
Extreme Warrior emerges from behind the curtain to a huge pop. His arms folded in front of him he looks down to the ring and at the cross inside from behind blue eyes. His long dark hair hangs down around his shoulders. Two shoulders that contain on the left a tattoo of an arrow, and on the right a tattoo of a hawk…Dressed simple in black pants and black shoes he is almost the exact opposite of his opponent tonight…Slowly Extreme Warrior starts his walk down to ringside…
BEW President Merrix: “Little is really known about this man coming to the ring now. He claims to have been brought up by a tribe of Native Americans. It is known though that those tattoo’s on his shoulders represent his tribe, the hawk, and his bravery, the arrow. Still a shaded past though. Oh and here comes Hughy.”
Hughy works his way back over to the announcers table grabbing up a chair on his way…Extreme Warrior finally makes it to ringside and watching Prophet, still seated in the corner, crawls in under the bottom rope taking up position opposite of him. The ring technician’s starts to spread the glass out…
Big Hughy: “Oh could this night get any worse for me?…Extreme Warrior and Prop still looking across the ring from one another…Wait Prop now slowly getting to his feet.”
BEW President Merrix: “Haha, but um Hughy…you’re doing such a great job…haha…OH! They charge one another! Double clotheslines!!”
BOOM
BOOM
Big Hughy: “And right away they both hit mines. They’re smoking from their backs. Both of them dazed by that start to work their way to their knees….Prophet makes a quick move and tackles EW to the ring floor!”
BEW President Merrix: “Prophet now pounding away on EW with left and rights. A rake to the eye, and now back to the pounding!”
Big Hughy: “Ah come on EW get your ass in gear…NO WAIT! Prop grabs up a land mine. He holds it high over his head, and now he brings it down!”
BEW President Merrix: “NO!! EW pushes Prophet up and off him and the mine explodes just inches from EW’s face on the ring floor!! My God this is insane!”
Big Hughy: “EW now to his feet drop kick to Prop from behind and Prop goes stumbling through the ropes, and to the outside…OUCH I bet those glass shards don’t feel too good. Hehe.”
BEW President Merrix: “EW, Prophet has a ton of glass shards sticking in his body. The blood has started flowing…Prophet just rolling around on the shards out there. EW in the ring now to his feet.”
Big Hughy: “EW now with a running start, jumps to the top turnbuckle…jumps off the turnbuckle!! 360 degree spin!!”
BEW President Merrix: “NO! Prophet playing possum rolls out of the way and EW smash’s face first into the glass shards!! This is insane…totally suicidal!”
Big Hughy: “Suicidal, Homicidal, Genocidal, Merrix? Let’s not promote the other guy’s huh? Prophet now to his feet as he pulls the shards from his skin. EW, dazed but works his way to his knees on those shards…MY GOD! They are just covering his body!”
BEW President Merrix: “Prophet jumps to the apron, and comes off it with a full body press bending EW backwards and driving his back into the glass!! Prophet slowly rolls off EW and pulls himself up using the apron. They are leaving bloody prints everywhere.”
Big Hughy: “Prop now pulls EW up by his hair…DDT ONTO THE GLASS!!! EW’s face just smashed into that glass!! Come on EW, come on!!”
BEW President Merrix: “For a man that has never been in a crucifixion match he sure has control of this thing. Prophet to his feet again he steps over EW and…he has a chair…Prophet has a chair.”
Big Hughy: “Prop moving back to EW…No EW move! OH!! Prop brings that chair down hard on EW’s back. He’s now driving the top of the chair into the small of EW’s back! EW! Prop smash’s the chair upside the back of EW’s head and tosses the chair to the ground.”
BEW President Merrix: “EW isn’t looking so good here. Prophet has had firm control of this match thus far. Prophet again hoisting EW up a forearm to the back of EW forces EW to the apron. He’s just dripping with blood.”
Big Hughy: “EW now starting to crawl into the ring. Prophet starts to walk around the outside of the ring as EW makes it inside the ring. Prophet now at the time keepers table grabs up four giant nails and a hammer. Oh no…”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh no is right…Prophet now climbing the steel steps and goes in to the ring through the top and middle ropes. He now begins to cover the distance between himself and EW. EW still on the ground makes it to the cross and starts to pull himself up using the cross.”
The crowd starts to buzz with excietment…
Big Hughy: “EW to his feet. Prop behind him. Prop grabs one of EW’s hands spins him around and…THWACK…OH MY GOD! I’m gonna be sick!”
BEW President Merrix: “Prophet just nailed one of EW’s hands to the cross!! Prophet now tries for another, but no! OW! EW rips his other hand free. It’s bleeding everywhere and tackles Prophet to the mat…BOOM…right on a mind!!”
Big Hughy: “Yeah go EW go!!! He’s running off some shit now!”
BEW President Merrix: “Yeah fright. His body is about taxed and then he was almost nailed to a freaken cross. That has to get you pretty motivated. EW quickly to his feet as he starts stomping away at Prophet.”
Big Hughy: “Scared nothing. EW ceases with the stomps picks Prop up…BOOM suplex onto a mine! And now Prop is starting to feel this match a little maybe.”
BEW President Merrix: “EW is clutching that one hand. He’s losing so much blood I don’t know how long he can keep going. Wait. He rips off some material from his pants. He’s starting to wrap his hand. Hmm, pretty smart.”
Big Hughy: “I taught him everything he knows. EW picks up the hammer dropped by Prop. Prop starting to get to his feet…OUCH! EW just nailed Prop in the ribs! And another blow, and another! How bout them apples Prop!?!”
BEW President Merrix: “Prop slumps back to the canvas clutching at his ribs. EW tosses the hammer back down, and moves to stand over Prophet. EW reaches down to pull up Prophet…OHH!! Prophet with a shot to EW’s groin!”
Big Hughy: “Oh poor EW. He hunches over and starts to back pedal away from Prop towards a turnbuckle. Prop now slowly to his feet…RUSHES EW and plows him into the turnbuckle. Prop HEADBUTT square to the nose of EW, and now the blood is flowing heavily from there too.”
BEW President Merrix: “OUCH! Prophet with another headbutt to EW’s nose. And EW’s starting to fade. Prophet now picks EW up and sits him on the turnbuckle…Prophet mounts the turnbuckle…looks like he might be getting ready for a suplex off the top rope!”
Big Hughy: “Prop now in position…Has EW…Wait they’re fighting for position…Prop almost slips…OH! Prop and EW fall off the top turnbuckle. They twist their bodies in mid air!”
BOOM-BOOM
BOOM
BEW President Merrix: “OH MY! EW just landed full on two mines…and Prophet…Prophet landed face first on another…His hair is sprawled out around his head…we can’t see his face. Both men are so beaten…They’re not moving.”
Big Hughy: “No wait! EWWW…EW’s starting to move…He reaches a hand out to the ropes…But I think Prop is done…now all we need is four good nails and a hammer.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh God Prophet could have very well lost his sight on that one…he could have lost his life. Hey wait…this brings something to mind. Just a little tidbit of information I picked up. This same thing happened to Prophet’s stable mate Harvester of Pain. The two had a match in Japan and the Harvester went face first into the mine.”
Big Hughy: ‘So? Who cares about the Guild? EW now to his knees and he looks across the way to Prop…Man EW don’t look so hot. Prop still isn’t moving and now EW pushes himself up the rest of the way.”
BEW President Merrix: “EW goes about collecting the scattered nails and hammer. He now lay’s those by the cross and start’s to pry that one nail out of the cross. He’s real wobbly on his feet and Prophet still isn’t moving.”
Big Hughy: ‘That’s what he gets for tangling with EW…EW now over to Prop, and tries to pick him up, but fails. EW now dragging Prop across the ring to the cross…OH GROSS!! The area where Prop’s face passes over on the mat is soaked with blood!”
BEW President Merrix: “EW now struggling to get Prophet to his feet, while grabbing up a nail and hammer…Oh this isn’t going to be pretty. We still can’t see Prophet’s face as his blood soaked hair lay’s plastered to his face.”
THWACK
Big Hughy: “EW! I’m gonna be sick I think…Prop is finally coming around. That jolt of pain must have woke him…”
THWACK
BEW President Merrix: “Prophet’s awake now and kick’s EW away!! Prophet
is like a mad man on that cross. I can hear him from here. He’s screaming and yelling. Nothing makes sense, but he doesn’t like where he is. EW goes in again to try and nail in the feet, but he’s kicked away again!”
Big Hughy: “WHAT THE FUCK!!! Prop just ripped a hand free! Now he’s looking at it. His other hand is still attached to the cross. Oh boy.”
BEW President Merrix: “EW out of the ring real fast to grab up a chair…Prophet still just looking at his hand, and now he’s looking at his other hand still nailed to the cross…Wait he starts to feel his face under all that hair…Now he’s…he’s laughing…He’s lost it…”
Big Hughy: “EW back in the ring with a chair!”
WHACK
Big Hughy: “And now he’s going to work! Blow after blow to Prop’s head. Prop back down to his knees again. EW raises the chair high again…”
WHACK
BEW President Merrix: “OH the whole arena felt that one, and now Prophet slumps to the ring floor his one hand still attached. EW quick to collect up hammer again, and pries that one nail loose again…Grabs up Prophet’s hand…”
THWACK
Big Hughy: “OH went through the wrist…Now all that’s left is the
feet. EW grabs them both up places one in front of the other and…”
THWACK
DING-DING
Big Hughy: “Your winner and new Television Champion!!! EXTREME WARRIOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!”
The crowd erupts as “Sad But True” hits the arena PA system. EW crumbles to the ground as the time keeper slowly, cautiously enters the ring. Carrying the TV title in his hands he taps EW gently on the shoulder. EW still dazed from his match about drops the time keeper on a mine before realizing who it is and ripping the belt from his hands. The time keeper quickly exits…
Big Hughy: “There you go buddy you earned it…That’s all yours…”
EW stay’s there on his knees for awhile looking at the title. He then hugs it to his chest, and looking up at Prophet on the cross finally stands, and starts to exit the ring. He drops the belt to the canvas and rolls out under the bottom rope quickly picking it up again. His walk is wobbly, and he is so very close to falling down, but his M.o.A companions are soon out there with him…Jamie Williams, James Pope, and Flesh all support Extreme Warriors body as they walk him to the back…
Big Hughy: ‘YEAH BOY’S!!! YEAH!! Way to go EW! Way to go!!”
The arena is on it’s feet and just before EW exits the arena he throws thrust the belt high in the air. The crowd response with a huge pop, and then he vanishes behind the curtain…
BEW President Merrix: “Um hello? Has everyone forgotten about the man nailed to the cross? He’s gonna need some serious medical assistance. Oh hey here come the paramedics now. Could they take any longer?”
Big Hughy: “I say leave him there till he dies…what would we really be missing. Yeah EW stomped his ass!”
BEW President Merrix: “In my opinion neither of them can say they won or lost that one…That was just insane.”
Big Hughy: “Well the paramedics are in the ring, and it looks like they don’t want to touch him…Huh? From the crowd…It’s IHOP and Daft!”
Indeed the seven-foot Harvester of Pain, and the tempting Dawn make their way through the crowd. Members of the Guild they faithfully come to their leaders side…
BEW President Merrix: “Harvie into the ring first and the paramedics are quick to exit. Dawn now finally crawling into the ring…She’s moves carefully up to Prophet and touches the nail jutting out from his wrist…She’s speaking to Harvie now…The Harvester nods.”
Big Hughy: “What the? Daft is now looking under Prophet’s matted hair and…oh gross she just kissed him! This is just sick.”
BEW President Merrix: “Dawn now turns back around to Harvie and nods. Harvie reaches out grabs a nail and yanks it out. Prophet’s hand falls limp to his side. Dawn now goes to Prophet’s feet and starts to pull out the nail down there…It’s out.”
Big Hughy: “Last nail is pulled loose and Prophet’s body falls to the mat. Dawn rolls Prophet over to his back, and now…now she’s getting on top of him?”
BEW President Merrix: “She again moves her face close to his, now she starts to slide down his body…She crazy…Prophet could be dying and she want’s some action…Harvie just patted her on her shoulder, and with a look of disappointment Dawn finally crawls off.”
Big Hughy: “Freak! IHOP now picks up Prophet and slings him over his shoulder…Daft is the first to exit the ring as she goes under, and IHOP goes over the top and leaps down to the ground. And there they go…the family of sickos.”
As the Guild move up the rampway there is a slight pop for Prophet as they finally go through the curtain…
BEW President Merrix: “Well that was nothing if not interesting…The ring
technician’s are back out here cleaning up this mess. We’ll have quite awhile on our hands here now Hughy.”
Big Hughy: “Yeah the big wigs figured this would happen so we found a filler. Oh hey before I forget we got a report on The Immature Child’s physical condition…Broken back.”
BEW President Merrix: “Great. Any word on Jaigo yet?”
Big Hughy: “Yeah like we’re concerned with his condition…I’m sure he’s on some heavy drugs somewhere in some hospital…shit hell if I know. In any matter we managed to coax the Glory Wrestling Federation into releasing a promo for their federation. Slated to open April 1st.
BEW President Merrix: “I wasn’t notified that we would be giving free publicity away to another federation. As I understood this was a BEW hosted event.”
Big Hughy: “It’s a joint event Merrix. Member that. We have a powerful member in the GWF, former M.o.A TF President, Ben Duke request this.”
BEW President Merrix: “But you just said you coaxed…”
Big Hughy: “Details, details…let’s just watch the promo ok. Hey I hear you’re worthless brother is going there?”
BEW President Merrix: “No I hadn’t heard that but I had heard my successful brother Kevin Merrix just signed a very lucrative contract there.”
The two announcers bickering is cut short as suddenly the screen is replaced by pure white. Suddenly the Seattle Symphony Orchestra’s “American Symphony” begins…A loud boom of the snare drums fade into the steady drull of trumpets. The music is full of power and hope…
Suddenly images start to materialize on the screen…Michael Johnson at the Olympics arms outstretched, eyes wide, mouth open, , it seems like he’s miles away from it all as he claims his place is sports history…
Michael Jordan as the last seconds tick off the clock hitting a three point jumper securing a Chicago Bulls 1993 Championship…
Joe Montana connects with John Taylor as the 49ers clinch a Superbowl over the Bengal’s….
Carrie Shrugs Vault in the Olympics with a hurt ankle. Landing for a 9.59 clinching gold for America…
Tiger Woods sinking the shot that earns him his Masters, and a spot in history that can never be taken away…
Hank Arron as he breaks the homerun record sit so many years ago by Babe Ruth…
Mary Lou Retaon as she stands with arms outstretched and receives her perfect 10…
The last scene to hit the screen is of a dark rainy night. The 49ers are on the losing side of the ball. Their quarterback, Y.A. Title, earlier in the game had had the side of his face severely injured. Still through the rian, pain, and impossible odds Y.A. Title returned to the field and played…At the end of the game he walked from the field. Shaky and tired he dropped to one knee on the sideline. The moment was captured in a picture…
Suddenly a close up of the side of his injured head is seen. The letters and words GWF…sometimes glory's all you have left… are superimposed over the still frame… Slowly the music fades away and soon there after the image does as well…the numbers…
Materialize onto the screen...
The screen returns to darkness and the noises of an arena are heard once again. Soon after that the screen is lit up by the image of a jam packed Cox Arena in San Diego, California. The scene switches again back to our two announcers at ringside… BEW President Merrix: “That was a pretty moving promo…GWF has a great marketing ploy.”
Big Hughy: “Marketing ploy? Marketing ploy! That’s no ploy…that’s honesty. Brought a damn tear to my eye. I saw MJ hit that three man. Brought back some memories.”
BEW President Merrix: “Ah huh…well Hughy I think you have another match to call. Better get in that ring.”
Big Hughy: “Hell no I can call it from here…Ladies and gentlemen this next match up is for the BEW United States Championship!!”
The arena erupts into cheers…
Big Hughy: “This match is scheduled for one-pinfall with a sixty-minute time limit. Coming to the ring first from Daytona Beach, Florida. He is currently active in the BEW and is it’s current United States Champion…how’d that happen?”
”Running With the Devil” by Van Halen hits the PA system and the fans in attendance begin to boo…
Big Hughy: “Standing at six-feet one-inches, and weighing in at 220-pounds. He is a self-proclaimed arial daredevil. He is Flyin’ Bryan Mercy…yawn.”
Flyin’ Bryan Mercy erupts through the curtain a broad smile on his face and the BEW United States title around his shoulder. The booing intensifies as he begins to play it up to the crowd. He flips his long blonde red hair over his shoulder, and makes a bring it on gesture to the fans. Right away the trash starts flying, and Bryan decides to make a hasty retreat. He scoots down to ringside and tossing his belt to the timekeeper slides underneath the bottom rope looking the crowd over again still smiling…
BEW President Merrix: “Fans don’t like him much…”
Big Hughy: “I don’t like him much.”
He stands and makes a gesture to his perfectly tanned body, and a few female fans do yelp and whistle. Bryan smiles again, adjust his black tights with “Bryan Mercy” down one leg “High Flyer” down the other, and “Lord of Air” across the back and takes a few steps over o the ropes to lean against them watching the entrance way…
Big Hughy: “And your M.o.A member!!”
The crowd erupts as “Am I Evil” by Metallica erupts over the PA system…
Big Hughy: “Coming to the ring now from Flint, Michigan. He is currently active in the BEW. Standing at six-feet one-inches, and weighing in at 220-pounds. He is the Immaculate One! He is a part of a new generation. He is JAMES POOOOOOOOOOOPE!!”
BEW President Merrix: “I hadn’t realized how well they matched up in this thing.”
James Pope emerges from behind the curtain. No emotion on his face, a face with a pierced left eyebrow, and earrings in both ears, he raises his hand to stroke his goatee. He stands there on the rampway looking around at the crowd, and then turns his attention to Mercy standing in the ring. Pope starts his walk down to ringside. His braided hair bounces a bit with each step. His baggy white silk pants flail around him…
BEW President Merrix: “Same size, same fighting style…this is gonna be a great match. I can’t wait.”
Big Hughy: “Great match? Ha! Pope is gonna nail Mercy’s ass to the mat.”
Pope reaches ringside and tosses his black kangaroo top to the crowd. Mercy stands from the ropes and takes a few steps back to the center of the ring. Beneath Pope’s kangaroo top is revealed a black tank top, and a thin muscular body…So similar are his and Mercy’s. Pope hops up on the apron, and placing one hand on the top rope hops over and lands perfectly on his feet. Pope crosses the distance and the two come to stand inches apart from one another…From the other side of the ring a referee enters the ring standing away from the two…
Big Hughy: “Oh you gotta love this tension!”
BEW President Merrix: “The two now just staring at eachother…OH Bryan Mercy with a slap to Pope’s face, and now Mercy backing away with a Muhammad Ali imitation, and a broad smile on his face.”
Big Hughy: “Ah the little shit…Pope still just standing there and now he brings his hand up to his face…Come on Pope…huh? He’s smiling?”
BEW President Merrix: “Yeah and lightning quick Pope with a drop kick. Mercy bounces back off the ropes and Pope with a second drop kick! Mercy finally falls back slumping against the turnbuckle!”
Big Hughy: “Pope follows it in with a BODY SPLASH! And now Mercy falls from the corner to his face! Whoo hoo Pope!”
BEW President Merrix: “Pope hops up to the second turnbuckle, and comes off with an elbow!”
Big Hughy: “NO! Mercy rolls out of the way and out of the ring! Pope slams face first into the ring. Mercy hops back up on the apron and slingshot over the top rope!! FULL BODY SPLASH onto Pope!”
BEW President Merrix: “Mercy tries for a cover…1…NO! Not even close as Pope quickly kicks out of that one with force! Mercy back to his feet and now with a couple of stomps to Pope’s head.”
Big Hughy: “Mercy runs hits the ropes on his way back…YES!! Pope quickly turning Mercy’s momentum against him and dropping him with a drop toe hold. Pope up quickly and back down with a falling elbow to the back of Mercy’s head.”
BEW President Merrix: “Pope now quickly turns hops up on the top rope…WOW look at that balance!! MOONSAULT! MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP ROPE! And he landed square on Mercy!! Pope now slowing things down as he locks in an ankle lock.”
Big Hughy: “No too early and too close to the ropes as Mercy just reaches his hand over, and the ref makes Pope break the hold. Pope now back to his feet and pulls Mercy to his feet. Pope sits up for a suplex…NO! Reverse and both men hit hard on that one.”
BEW President Merrix: “Mercy now rolling to his knees. Pope still dazed by that suplex lay’s flat on his back. Mercy to his feet using the ropes. HE RUNS! LEAPS TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! GULLOTINE LEG DROP!”
Big Hughy: “For the cover…1…2…NO! Pope quick to get the shoulder up. Mercy back to his feet pulls Pope up…Throw into the ropes…Pope on his way back…HURRICANRANA!”
BEW President Merrix: “Pope keeping the momentum his way as now he takes another leap to the top turnbuckle…leaps…FULL BODY EXTENSION! NO!!! POPE PULLS HIS LEGS UP! Mercy bounces off Pope’s knees and now lay’s on the mat clutching at his midsection. Pope still dazed. It was all he could do to get his legs up.”
Big Hughy: “Pope now rolls to his knees. Shaking the cob webs from his head…To his feet now as the referee had neared 6…Pope over Mercy pulls him to his feet WHOO! There’s a nice chop! OH! And the arena felt that one!”
BEW President Merrix: “Throw into the ropes…CROSS BODY BLOCK! The cover…1...NO! Way to early as Mercy gets that shoulder up. Pope to his feet…SENTON SPLASH! And that came out of nowhere.”
Big Hughy: “Pope again pulling Mercy to his feet…Throw into the corner…MERCY HIT HARD! Pope following in…HITS A SPINNING HEEL KICK! Using the momentum of that kick he rolls over the top rope and down onto the apron!”
BEW President Merrix: “I’m impressed…Pope now locks his arm around Mercy’s head. Leap’s to the top turnbuckle…And drops down smashing Mercy’s face into the canvas! Oh man there’s no stop to these two!”
Big Hughy: “Pope quick to his feet again as he turns things up a notch. Pulls Mercy up…Toss out of the ring. Pope now leaps to the top turnbuckle…perfect balance…and dives!!”
BEW President Merrix: “WHOA!! Mercy with a last second effort pulls a chair up in front of him! Pope smacked into it hard, but Mercy got a double whammy there. The chair and Pope.”
Big Hughy: “Pope rolls off Mercy…sucking some wind now…Mercy still flat on his back the chair over his face. The ref has started his count.”
BEW President Merrix: “The ref to two now as Pope the healthier of the two starts to get to his knees…Pope now using the railing and he’s to his feet the. I think that last splash just finished off Mercy. He isn’t moving.”
Big Hughy: “Ref up to four. Yep, when you screw with Pope you lose. Pope now shakily making his way over to Mercy using the guardrail as a support. He kicks the chair off Mercy’s body…HA! MERCY a broad smile on his face!…WHACK And Pope goes over the railing!”
Big Hughy: “Ref up to six now…Pope over the railing, and Mercy quickly to his feet. AGAIN he connects with Pope over the railing. Mercy now finally taking notice of the count heads back to the ring.”
BEW President Merrix: “The ref gets up to 8 and Mercy rolls back in the ring. He’s just laying there now on his back catching his breath as The ref starts a new count.”
Big Hughy: “Come on Pope…Ah…Pope ain’t moving. Ref up to two.”
BEW President Merrix: “Hmm, seems like Mercy is content to settle for a count out here now. As the ref nears 4. Wait…Pope starting to move…the crowd starting to come alive.”
Big Hughy: “Mercy starting to roll to his feet. Pope now to his knees. You can’t keep the M.o.A down! Ref up to 6.”
BEW President Merrix: “Mercy now placing a hand on the top rope…Pope to his feet and very dazed…He turns and wobbling makes his way to the guardrail…almost tripping he makes his way over the guardrail…ref up to 9.”
Big Hughy: “MERCY CATAPULTS OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! Mercy collides with Pope…CRASH-CLINK… and drives his body back into the railing!”
BEW President Merrix: “These fans are pumped now…The ref has restarted a new count. Mercy just a bit dazed by that gets to his feet first. Pope is on the ground leaned up against the railing. MERCY with a knee to the face!”
Big Hughy: “And Pope’s head bounces off that railing. Mercy now grabbing the top of that railing starts to stomp away at Pope…Oh this is horrible.”
BEW President Merrix: “Ref up to 5 now…Mercy takes a couple more stomps and heads back to the ring…Sliding underneath the bottom rope again he moves to center ring. Now I guess he’ll stay content with a count out as the ref renews his count.”
Big Hughy: “Oh this is no good. No good at all…So damn close…DAMN! Pope’s moving again…The ref hits 3 and Pope is moving again…Ha look at Mercy! He can’t believe it.”
BEW President Merrix: “Pope is indeed starting to come around as he flops to his side. The ref now at 5. Mercy looking a bit agitated inside the ring. And in all fairness to Mercy…he hasn’t been too active of recent…He has to be missing a few steps.”
Big Hughy: “A FEW STEPS! Screw you don’t make excuses for Mercy…the punk just can’t get the job done. Ref up to 8…Pope to his feet the crowd erupts. Mercy charging the ropes…”
BEW President Merrix: “Mercy leaps over the top rope again…CLINK-CRASH…OH MY!! Pope with a beautiful counter there! As Mercy came closer Pope began to fall to his back, grabbed the front of his tights, and using Mercy’s own momentum against him drove his chest right into the railing!”
Big Hughy: “Face is Mercy just sucks…He can’t get the job done…Pope now rolls Mercy’s body off his. Pope still very dazed starts to pull Mercy’s body to the ring…He gets Mercy
to the apron and rolls him inside. Pope now climbs up to the apron.”
BEW President Merrix: “There’s the ref in his face…Pope rolls his eye’s…WHOA! Lightning quick Pope leaps to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a flying elbow!!”
Big Hughy: “Check out that hang time baby!!! Pope hits dead on, and now the cover…ONE…TWO…THR…WHAT!?!”
BEW President Merrix: “Mercy kicks out at the last second!! My God what are these two made of? Pope pounds the mat in frustration…Pope now back to his feet…He starts to pull Mercy up…NO!! Mercy with a surge scoops Pope up for a spinebuster!! Here comes the MERCY KILLER!”
Big Hughy: “NO AINT’T HAPPENING!! Pope rolls out of the hold and goes down Mercy’s back…Mercy turns…KNEE to the gut! Pope position’s Mercy’s head between his knee’s, double arm underhook! THE LIMO WRECK!! HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT!!”
BEW President Merrix: “The crowd erupts…the ref drops down to the mat for the count…ONE…TWO…THREE!!”
DING-DING
Big Hughy: “Your winner and NEW BEW United States Champion!!! JAMES POOOOOOOOOPE!!”
The arena erupts as “Am I Evil” hits the PA for a second time. Pope let’s go of Mercy and wearily rolls away. The referee moves in to try and raise his hand but Pope shakes him away. Pope continues to move across the ring floor until finally he slides out of the ring from under the bottom rope, and makes it to the time keepers table…
BEW President Merrix: “Look Jamie Williams at the top of the rampway…he’s trotting down to ringside.”
Indeed Jamie Williams is seen emerging from the curtains and heading down to ringside…Pope reaches the timekeeper’s table and yanks the BEW United States title from the timekeepers hands. He takes a long look at it before slinging it over his shoulder and turning around wobbly to the rampway…
Big Hughy: “Whoo hoo! Ya go Pope…M.o.A Supreme quote the Styx!!! Hey and check it out Jamie down to ringside to give Pope some support.”
BEW President Merrix: “Yeah I have to admit that…Pope and Williams do show an amazing unity between them…I begin to wonder if their bond, and seemingly disassociation with other members of the M.o.A are causing problems? Jamie now places one of Pope’s arms around his neck and starts to walk him up the rampway.”
Big Hughy: “HA! Shows what you know about the M.o.A…Don’t go running your big mouth and starting stuff Merrix…Once M.o.A always M.o.A.”
BEW President Merrix: “What about Vice? Or Stone even?”
Big Hughy: “…”
BEW President Merrix: “Yeah well in the ring Mercy finally shaking the cobwebs loose and with a look of extreme agitation on his face starts to exit the ring. He gave a hell of a show tonight, but the young Pope wanted it more I suppose.”
Big Hughy: “Oh and need I mention this was only Pope’s first match? His first match and already a champion…How many other wrestler’s do you know who have done that?”
BEW President Merrix: “Well depends Hughy…When the BEW opened most of my first champions were fighting there first match in the BEW anyway. So it’s not an uncommon thing…”
Big Hughy: “Yeah well um Mercy now hops down to the floor and slaps the apron…Hehe…someone’s pissed. Oh and look to add to insult he’s boo’d from the arena as he walks up the rampway…”
BEW President Merrix: “Don’t know if I agree with that…Mercy gave these fans a hell of a show…”
Big Hughy: “Hell of a show, no show…These are M.o.A fans and they’re here for one thing…To see the M.o.A win. Oh and speaking of wins…Let’s just give the fans what they want and keep this show a moving…”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh yeah this is one of the more anticipated match ups on the card tonight…Go to it Hughy.”
-END SEGMENT-
From the announcers table…
Big Hughy: “Ladies and gentlemen this next match up is scheduled for one pin fall with a sixty-minute time limit. Coming to the ring first from Chicago, Illinois. Currently active in the BEW…”
”Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi erupts on the PA system..the fans begin to boo heavily…
Big Hughy: “An M.o.A turncoat standing at six-foot six-inches, and weighing in at 350 pounds. He is a self-proclaimed LoneGun man without any bullets. He is Leon…I mean Minister of Violence.”
BEW President Merrix: “Hughy!”
The booing intensifies as the Minister of Violence emerges from behind the curtain. A solemn look hangs on a face surrounded by long black straggly hair. His whole body reads like a book. He doesn’t care…his mind is elsewhere. He doesn’t care himself proudly today…the name Minister of Violence in red across his singlet…Doesn’t seem to fit the man that is usually so full of power…
BEW President Merrix: “The Minister hasn’t been himself of recent and he’s really showing it now.”
The Minister as if in his own world…Ignoring the boos, lights, and excietment in the arena starts his walk down to ringside. He seems to drag along. Finally reaching ringside he rolls in under the bottom rope and slowly getting to his feet goes to lean on a turnbuckle…
Big Hughy: “And now your M.o.A member!!”
The arena erupts as “The Small Hours” by Metallica hit the PA…
Big Hughy: “Coming to the ring right now from Oakland, California. He has just signed a contract with the GWF. Standing at six-feet five-inches and weighing in at 235-pounds. He is the Author of your Future! He is the Angel of Extreme. He is the Master of Rage. He is MAAAAASS CAAAAAAARNAAAAAAAAAAGE!!”
A giant pop goes off through the arena as Mass Carnage steps out from behind the curtain…His dark hair lay’s around his face hiding some of his features. Dark piercing eyes glare across the arena at the man standing in the ring…MC smiles slightly and brings his hand up to his ever present medallion around his neck, in imitation of his leader Flesh. He grabs it up, strokes it with his thumb, and then allows it to fall back to his black button up shirt covered chest…
Big Hughy: ‘Damn he is so cool.”
MC finally starts to move his slender body forward on a sit of powerful legs concealed behind torn blue jeans…He passes the M.o.A fans with hands outstretched. The entire time his gaze on the man in the ring…He arrives at ringside and tearing off his shirt tosses it into the crowd. Exposed beneath is the story of his life. Scars upon scars. One year ago his body had hardly been scathed, but with the tutoring of the M.o.A all that has changed…He smiles up at MoV again, and slowly slides in under the bottom rope…
BEW President Merrix: “The referee now making his way into the ring, as MC remains crouched on the floor…MoV watching MC, but he has yet to put a defensive stance.”
Big Hughy: “MC now slowly rises to his feet
and begins to circle MoV…MoV turning slowly watching him…God how boring.”
BEW President Merrix: “MC WITH A CHARGE! Spinning heel kick! He hit MoV square with that one, and MoV down to his back.”
Big Hughy: “MoV quick to his feet though, and MC follows up with a dropkick. MoV back to the mat again, but just as quick back up!”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV is the bigger of the two out there…MC is probably attacking him the best way…fast hitting distance moves…MoV charges…MC drops to his belly…MoV goes over him! MoV off the ropes…coming back RIDGE HAND THRUST TOP THE THROAT!!!”
Big Hughy: “Oh yeah and MoV fels that one as he gasps for air and clutches at his throat…This is the same way that Styx wore Stone down in their classic match. MoV now down to one knee clutching at his throat. DROPKICK TO THE FACE!”
BEW President Merrix: “And that knocks MoV down…I wonder how long MC can survive on his arial and martial arts skills? It’s been awhile since he’s had to fight it clean.”
Big Hughy: “Oh he’ll be fine. MC now stomping away at MoV…This match is over…Timekeeper may as well ring the bell. MC relentless in his attack, another kic…Oh no…”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV catches MC’s foot…He push’s MC back…MC fall’s to his rear…MoV to his feet, and…TACKLES MC on the ground!”
Big Hughy: “MoV wailing away on MC…Oh boy this isn’t good. MoV not letting up.”
BEW President Merrix: “Looks like MC pushed MoV just a bit too far. MoV pounding away…MC with a thrust to MoV’s sternum, and that backs MoV up. Now MC with a kick to MoV’s face followed by a knee!”
Big Hughy: “MC sits MoV up, and drops him with a DDT. And now MC jumps in behind MoV and locks on a sleeper.”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV just isn’t into this thing tonight. He’s giving the match about half of his attention, and MC is taking full advantage of it. I don’t see this match going much further. MoV starting to fade now in that sleeper. Yeah this is about over. The ref checking now.”
Big Hughy: “One…yeah this is over…how exciting. Two…MC didn’t even break a sweet. Thre…Thre…NO!!”
BEW President Merrix: “No indeed!!! MoV keeps his arm up…MC synching down harder on that hold…MY GOD! MoV to his knees, and now MC is riding ponyback!”
Big Hughy: “Come on MC…um…break his neck!”
BEW President Merrix: “MY GOD! MoV to his feet he starts to back pedal…RIGHT into the turnbuckle…MC loses his grip and falls to the outside. MoV slumps back down to his hands and knees. The ref begins his count.
Big Hughy: “Dammit…Dammit we had it…MC now on the outside…he hit hard on the concrete out there. MoV still trying to get his bearings back in the ring. Ref up to 3.”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV now rolling out of the ring and down to his feet. Still using that apron he finally pushes off and moves towards the now moving MC. Ref up to 5.”
Big Hughy: “MoV now picking up MC and DROPS him over the guardrail. MC clutching at his midsection. That about knocked the wind out of him. Ref up to 7.”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV now noticing the ref’s count moves away from MC and slides back into the ring. The pace right now is so slow…I actually think MoV’s current mind sit is playing to his favor. I don’t think MC is use to a combatant that isn’t willing to go full steam.”
Big Hughy: “Ah I don’t care…MoV now to his feet in the middle of the ring…MC starting to get to his feet as the ref hits 4.”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV now watching MC as he creeps closer to the ring. MC to the apron as the ref hits 6. MoV now making his way over to ringside.”
Big Hughy: “MC now up on the apron…here comes MoV. MC with a shoulder to MoV’s midsection through the ropes. MoV hunched over the ropes. JAWBREAKER!!! MC just brought MoV down across that top rope using all his body weight…MoV falls back to the mat and MC quick to slide in under the bottom rope.”
BEW President Merrix: “MC back to his feet MoV on the ground…MC now pulling MoV to his feet tosses him into the turnbuckle face first. MC follows it up…REVERSED DDT OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!”
Big Hughy: “There’s that MC speed. MC back to his feet off the ropes…leg drop!”
BEW President Merrix: “Looks like MC decided to keep the pace of this match going even if MoV won’t. Now MC picking MoV up again…FISHERMAN SUPLEX THE PIN!! One…Two…Th…NO! MoV kicking out at the last second!”
Big Hughy: “MC keeps it going though and pulls MoV to his feet once again….MC sitting MoV up for a DDT…NO!!!! MoV picks MC up and plows him into the turnbuckle! MoV pulls him away from the turnbuckle and plows him into it again!”
BEW President Merrix: “MoV going in spurts here now as he seems to have found a little more to fight for. MoV props MC up on the top turnbuckle…Now he’s climbing…The big man showing amazing balance at the top of that turnbuckle…HURRICANRANA!!! “
Big Hughy: “I don’t believe it..I said I don’t believe it.”
BEW President Merrix: “The mammoth MoV just hit a hurricanrana on MC…How in the hell did he do that. The crowd responded favorable to that. I think…I think MoV may be getting into this thing now. He pulls the dazed MC back up to his feet…”
The announcer is suddenly cut off as a voice comes on over the PA system…
Voice: “Oh Leon…Leon…I have a message for you.”
BEW President Merrix: “Who the..?”
The camera scene switches to the front row behind the announcers table…and there standing with a mic in hand is the chiseled form of Matt Attic. M.o.A member. He looks on at MoV from behind a pair of dark sunglasses. His hair cut short his body perfectly tanned. His massive chest and gigantic arms can be seen through a partial unzipped leather vest…
Big Hughy: “Whoo hoo! Alright it’s Matt. Hey Matty how ya doing?”
MoV lets’ MC drop backl down to the ground and turns around to Attic…
”One…ol Jack has a message for you. “Watch your back Wally because you never know when I’ll strike.” Oh and well message number two…(He points towards the ring)…You weren’t watching your back good enough.”
MoV quickly turns back around, and is met with a Sweet Dreams pinwheel kick…
BEW President Merrix: “WHOA! Attic pulls off the diversion and gives MC the opportunity to hit MoV with a surprise Sweet Dreams pinwheel kick. MoV drops to the mat. MC quickly covers…One…Two…THREE!”
DING-DING
Big Hughy: “And your winner MAAAAAAAAAAAASS CAAAAARNAAAAAAAGE!!”
The crowd erupts as “The Small Hours” hits the PA again. Carnage rolls off of MoV and slides out of the ring…He brushes his hand across his brow and starts to walk towards the rampway. Matt Attic hops the railing and joins his M.o.A brethren. As he does he turns back to the crowd and throws his arms up in the air receiving a huge pop …
BEW President Merrix: “And the M.o.A’er Matt Attic receiving a strong welcome back from the fans here at Cox Arena. You know MC doesn’t seem too content with that victory there. He seems a bit disgusted at MoV’s mind sit to tell you the truth.”
Big Hughy: “Nonesense…Mc is perfectly happy with that win…Look at the smile on his face.”
The camera moves to a close up of MC’s face. Emotionless he stares on ahead of him…
BEW President Merrix: “That’s happiness?”
Big Hughy: “Yeah sure…happiness, sadness, anger, it’s all the same on MC’s face. Oh looks like sleeping beauty is starting to come to.”
Inside the ring MoV finally starts to come around and rolls to his knees. Slowly he raises his head in the direction of MC…MC stops in his tracks a smile comes to his face and slowly he turns around…
BEW President Merrix: “How in the?”
Finally Mass Carnage and Minister of Violence look eyes. They stare at eachother from across the distance and a lifetime is exchanged…MC smiles again and turns back around to finish his walk up the ranpway. As he vanishes behind the curtain with Attic, MoV finally stands to his feet and exits the ring…He moves up the rampway a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth…
BEW President Merrix: “Did you see that? I mean did you see that?”
Big Hughy: “Huh? I didn’t see nothing. But um did you see how MC took MoV down with that Sweet Dreams? Would have brought a tear to Styx’s eye I’m sure.”
BEW President Merrix: “I don’t care what you say Hughy…that was freaky. I mean neither man was too hyped about that thing until right at the end…A shared smile almost.”
Big Hughy: “What you talking about Merrix? See how MC laid the smack down on MoV all week long? He was happy with that win.”
BEW President Merrix: “Sure say what you want, but I know you saw it…This thing with MoV and MC isn’t over yet…Not by a long shot.”
Big Hughy: “No actually I’m pretty sure it’s over, but um enough with the old news let’s move on to better things. Like um the next match up.”
BEW President Merrix: “Ah yes the last of the three titles matches here tonight…And on that point the header to the main event. Take it away Hughy.”
Big Hughy: “Our next match is for the BEW World Heavyweight Title, and is our header to the main event! It is scheduled for one-pin fall with a sixty minute time limit. Coming to the ring first from parts unknown. He is currently active in the BEW and is it’s current World Heavyweight Champion…”
"The Immortals" by Encounter the Ultimate hits the arena PA system and the fans erupt into boo’s…
Big Hughy: “Standing at six-feet four-inches, and weighing in at 246-pouds. He is the failed leader of a revolution. He is Devastator.”
A huge pop of boo’s erupt through the arena at about the time Dev is expected to step through the curtains, but he never does…A few more moments pass and the booing begins to die down…
BEW President Merrix: “Huh? Where is he?”
The crowd quiets to a murmur…
Big Hughy: “Um…and coming to the ring now DEVASTATOR!”
Still Dev does not appear through the curtains and the fans begin to boo lightly…
Big Hughy: “That’s it I’m moving on…Coming to the ring now from New York, New York. He is currently active in the BEW and it’s former United States Champion…”
A gigantic pop from the crowd as ”Torn” by Creed erupts on the arena PA system…
Big Hughy: “Standing at six-feet even, and weighing in at 225-pounds. He is the Heir to the Future. He is the face of a new generation. He is JAMIE WIIIIIIIIILLIAAAAAAMS!!”
After a few seconds Jamie emerges from behind the curtain. The volume intensifies as he comes to a stop on top of the rampway. He stands there in his black tights and white boots looking the crowd over. His dark eye’s stop for but a second on the empty ring before he continues his gaze. His long slender chiseled body is beaded over with a warm up sweat. He brushes his hand through his short dark hair pops his neck and starts down to ringside…
Big Hughy: “It’s like watching “David” come to life…So inspiring.”
As Jamie approaches the half-way point between ring and entrance he stops place his fingers to his forehead as if sudden realization just hit him, and he turns back around…Seconds later the entire M.o.A active roster emerges from behind the curtain…Pope, Steele, Life, Arc Angel, Remorse, Redemption, Mass Carnage, Banshee, Matt Attic, and Tommy Riley. The crowd explodes…
Big Hughy: “Oh my God!! OH MY GOD!! It’s a reunion!”
The M.o.A members form around Jamie and as a whole they begin their march down to ringside…Once at ringside Jamie Williams ascends to the ring by way of steel steps and steps into the ring…He waits in the ring looking around, and then finally raises his arms and shrugs…
BEW President Merrix: “Well this is odd…No sign of Devastator…Hey you guy’s didn’t do anything to him did you?”
Big Hughy: “Huh? No…haven’t seen the scrub all night.”
Suddenly up on the M.o.A Tron Devastator appears in a sea of fans…The members of the M.o.A now surrounding the ring begin to look through the crowd…
Devastator: "Thus, The Night of Armageddon has begun. So long a road it has been, has it not Jaime? This event has been created by the MoA. Every inch of it. The MoA feeling so good about themselves, like they cannot be stopped. Getting the drop on everyone for so long. But how fitting would it be, if someone finally got the drop on the MoA's 'heir to the future' at their own event?"
Suddenly from behind the opposite direction Jamie was facing Dev burst through the crowd. And as he attempts to slide into the ring Redemption and WolfsBane, Enforced Penance, grab him up and force him to his knees. Jamie turns slowly around to face Dev. A smile appears on his face and Riley tosses him a mic…
Jamie Williams: “Are you stupid Delinquent? Did you actually think your little um “trick” would be successful here tonight? This is Night of Armageddon you ignorant sonuvabitch. Keyword? Armageddon! This event…this show is ours. You signed the dotted line and so you stepped into our land. Let it be a lesson to you and everyone else that has stepped foot into this ring, and will step foot into this ring that tonight is not the night to try and outthink us. The Future watches. We are unified once again. We are the Masters of Armageddon. One year and six-months, and you begin to assume in that increasingly small mind of yours that you will stop us? It would take an act of God, and he doesn’t exist. Let him go.”
Jamie tosses the mic back down to Riley, and Enforced Penance releases their hold on Dev and he quickly stands to his feet. He shoots his eye’s around at the members of the M.o.A gathered there around the ring. He then turns his attention back to Jamie and looks up at him in the middle of the ring…Slowly Dev nears the ring and climbing up on the apron enters through the top and middle ropes…
Big Hughy: “HAHAHHAHHAHAHHA!! That idiot! Where does he think he is?”
BEW President Merrix: “Don’t know but he doesn’t care as he quickly goes on the attack.. Drop kick from Dev takes Jamie down.”
Big Hughy: “Dunce following it up now with a quick senton splash, and again right back to his feet off the ropes…YES!! Jamie moves out of the way as Dunce attempts a leg drop. Jamie hits a kip up to his feet, and takes a couple of quick stomps at Dunce.”
BEW President Merrix: “Now Jamie pulling Dev to his feet DROPKICK of his own, and Dev goes stumbling back into the ropes. Jamie follows it up with a VICIOUS clothesline!”
Big Hughy: “Dunce slumps down to his knees, and Jamie hops up to the top rope…MOONSAULT!”
BEW President Merrix: “NO! Dev quick thinking rolls out of the ring and Jamie slaps hard. Dev now out on the ground there in M.o.A territory, but I’m surprised they’re not attacking.”
Big Hughy: “Why would they? Dunce now climbs up on the apron…JUMPS TO THE TOP ROPE…FLYING ELBOW!”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh and he hit that one square on! Dev now rolls to his feet and pulls Jamie to his feet…SPINNING HEEL KICK!! Out of nowhere Dev just dropped Jamie back down to the mat.”
Big Hughy: “And Dunce keeping up his attack as he hops up on the turnbuckle…180 turn…full extension!…OH!! Dunce hit dead on.”
BEW President Merrix: “And I think the whole arena just felt Jamie get the wind knocked out of him. Dev keeping on the attack he’s so focused tonight. He made the statement before that he plans to keep this World Title for a long time. Dev now pulling Jamie to his feet throws him to the ropes…Jamie coming back with a clothesline…Dev jumps over Jamie! Jamie on his way back…HURICANRANA!!”
Big Hughy: “Come on Jamie!! Dunce goes for the pin…One…Tw…No Jamie out of that quick. Still way to early to try and pin the Heir. Dunce now back to his feet off the middle rope…ELBOW!!”
BEW President Merrix: “Think he calls that one the Total Havoc…Dev just continuing on in his attack, and I have to wonder if Jamie underestimated Dev? Dev now hops up on the top turnbuckle turns and,…SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!”
Big Hughy: “YES!! Jamie pulls his knees up and Dunce bounces off. Jamie’s body goes limp again As his legs fall back to the ground. Dunce clutching at his stomach.”
BEW President Merrix: “Jamie now slowly rolls to his side as Dev makes it to his feet still clutching at his midsection. Dev now making his way over to Jamie…Jamie to his knees…UPPERCUT and Jamie just nailed Dev square in the jaw with that one. Dev drops to his back and Jamie continues to his feet.”
Big Hughy: “Jamie now to his feet and he takes a few steps to the ropes. Dunce now getting back up to his feet. Jamie quick off the ropes…FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!”
BEW President Merrix: “And that drops Dev quick. Jamie slowly back to his feet…Dev back up SPINNING HEEL KICK! And again Dev back down to the mat. Jamie rising slowly back top his feet. Still a bit dazed from his earlier beating.”
Big Hughy: “HA! Hardly a beating…Jamie bounces off the ropes…quick elbow! The cover…One...No Dunce still too healthy. Jamie rolls back to his feet and starts to hoist Dunce up…Throws Dunce into the ropes…goes off the ropes himself…Coming towards each other…DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!! Double Clothesline and they both go down. The ref begins his count.”
BEW President Merrix: “Jamie and Dev have to be so exhausted after all of that high flying they showed us earlier. I think they’re getting to that point where they can’t keep such a a high pace. Ref up to 3. Neither man looks like he wants to get up right away. I think they’re both taking this chance to get a little rest.”
Big Hughy: “Ref up to 5. Well I know that’s what Jamie is doing, but Dunce has no choice in the matter. Jamie laid his ass out. Ref up to 7, and now yep Jamie starts to move.”
BEW President Merrix: “Ahem! As does Dev…The ref stops the count as both men roll to their knees. Both men facing each other on the flood now…WHOA!! Now both men trading up punches back and forth.”
Big Hughy: “Both men working their way to their feet now. Still punching away…Dev with a block a kick to the gut, slips in behind Jamie…FISHERMAN SUPLEX! The pin…One…TWO.…THRE…NO!!! Jamie with a last surge kicks out. Dev rolls back to his feet grabs Jamie’s leg’s…FIGURE FOUR!!
BEW President Merrix: “And Dev has Jamie hooked in the middle of the ring…I don’t know how Jamie’s gonna get out of this one…It’s a long way to crawl to the ropes and Dev outweighs him. I just don’t think Jamie can find the strength in him to make it all the way to the ropes…This could be over…The ref is checking on Jamie.”
Big Hughy: “No way…Jamie’s not about to give in that easily…YES!! Out of nowhere Jamie flips both he and Dunce around…That came lightning quick and Dunce quickly releases the figure four. WHOO HOO!”
BEW President Merrix: “Dev to his feet…off the ropes. Jamie stil on his hands and knees. Here comes Dev towards Jamie…THRUST KICK!! Jamie from his hands and knees drove his foot right into Dev’s midsection. Dev stumbles back.”
Big Hughy: “Jamie now to his feet…ICEBREAKER!! Jamie just grazed Dunce with the icebreaker kick and that sends Dev stumbling backwards into the ropes.
Jamie charges DROPCIK to the knee!”
BEW President Merrix: “And Dev drops to one knee…Jamie pulls Dev back to his feet…Sitting him up now for the brainbuster part of his cutting edge, but no Dev has his leg hooked around the ropes…DDT!!! Jamie switches the move around and drops Dev with a DDT!”
Big Hughy: “Jamie quickly back to his feet and now over to the turnbuckle…He hops up to the top and now starts to turn around as he steadies himself…Wait…NO JAMIE LOOK OUT!”
BEW President Merrix: “Dev playing possum quickly gets to his feet. Jamie sees him now. Dev against the ropes…Jamie jumps…”
Big Hughy: “360 IN MID AIR!! Jamie turned the fall into a spin and NORTHERN LIGHTS ELBOW!!!! Jamie just nailed Dev with the Northern Lights Elbow…The pin…ONE…TWO…THREE!!!”
DING-DING
Big Hughy: “Your winner and NEW BEW WORLD CHAMPION! JAMIE WIIIIIIIIIILLIAAAAAAAMS!!”
”Torn” hits the PA system and the fans erupt. Slowly Jamie rolls off of Dev and to the middle of the ring. He sits there on his knees looking at Dev, and then looks to the M.o.A’ers lining the ring and nods…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh my…the M.o.A storming the ring now! Dev just starting to come around is picked up and dropped with a powerbomb from Redemption. Riley quickly moves in and locks on a reversed figure-four arm lock as Pope comes off the top turnbuckle connecting with an elbow…The rest of the M.o.A now pounding away at Dev with stomps!”
Big Hughy: “Oh this is great…Ha look at the pain on Dev’s face…Huh? Where’s Jamie going? He just rolled out of the ring…MC now has his Links of Rage wrapped around Dev’s throat. Riley still applying pressure. There will be nothing left when this is through.”
BEW President Merrix: “Jamie on the outside now and throws the ring skirt up…Some sort of duffel bag underneath the ring…He unzips it, and now he pulls out a…White bat?”
Big Hughy: “Oh yeah the “Ugly Styk” baby. That was given to him by Styx…The Ugly Styk hell yeah. Jamie now sliding back into the ring. The M.o.A still going to work on Dev. The huge WolfsBane stomping down on the back of his neck.”
BEW President Merrix: “And now Jamie works his way through the crowd of M.o.A’ers…Riley still applying pressure, MC still choking Dev out with his chain, and now Jamie winds up…WHACK…Oh and any bit of consciousness Dev had left is now swept away. Jamie and MC release their holds.”
Big Hughy: “Now the Master’s roll Dev’s limp body out onto the floor and he slaps hard…Oh that was so glorious.”
One by one the members of the M.o.A file out of the ring…Taking no notice of Dev anymore they start to take up position around it again. WolfsBane and Redemption break off from the pack and head up the rampway, passing paramedics as they rush down to assist the fallen Dev. The M.o.A unconcerned allow the paramedics to place Dev on a stretcher and move him up the rampway and out of the arena…
BEW President Merrix: “That was glorious? That was sick…But that’s the M.o.A norm I suppose. And I guess they’re all sticking around for the final match?”
Big Hughy: “But of course. We wouldn’t miss this for the world, and we have a small surprise for your brother when he comes out here.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh I can hardly wait…but um first before that the BEW put a little something together for this match.”
Big Hughy: “Oh really. Well please do tell.”
BEW President Merrix: “I can do better then that…I can show…”
Slowly the screen fades to black…and a voice is heard within the shadows…
Voice: “Two men..”
Images suddenly jump to the screen…On the left-half of the screen the left side of Flesh’s torso and head are pictured, the rest is covered in darkness. On the right side of the screen we see Merrix’s right side. His right side covered in darkness…
Voice: “Two men with different paths in life…”
Suddenly the image erupts into a scene of an event long ago as Flesh slams and old foe through a glass table. Again the scene switches to Flesh as he’s thrown through a store window…
Then scenes of Kevin Merrix appear. He in the middle of the ring hitting the Fall-Out on an opponent. He controlling the pace of the match in the middle of the ring with an armbar. He shaking hands with his fans… Voice: “Two men with different views on life…”
Again new scenes jump to the screen…Merrix of times long ago just moments after he is reunited with his flesh and blood. Then a scene of a church ablaze. The cross atop the steeple is burnt away from it’s foundation and comes tumbling down to Earth. The scene moves forward moments later and the fire’s have been extinguished and Flesh stands there in the ruins…
Voice: “Two men with nothing in common, tonight at Night of Armageddon they will have a reason to collide…Pride…Dignity…and an unwillingness to heed to any man…”
Voice: “The greatest match for nothing there ever was.”
Slowly the images fade away, and the sounds of a jam packed arena are heard just before it is seen on the screen. And there before the camera sits Big Hughy and BEW President Merrix…
BEW President Merrix: “Now that’s a promo…”
Big Hughy: “My ass…you should have gotten Chad…I mean Ben Duke to cut that thing for you…they have the best marketing ploy’s.”
BEW President Merrix: “Um I thought you said that wasn’t a marketing ploy with that promo you showed?”
Big Hughy: “Umm details, details,…I think we’re ready for the last match of the evening.”
BEW President Merrix: ‘Yeah I think we are…We’ve seen just about everything tonight. We’ve seen wrestlers find a new spark in their lives. We’ve seen newly crowned champions. We saw two men tonight break their bodies for a belt, and they will continue to do so I’m sure.”
Big Hughy: “Yeah tonight we made some memories for many, and it’s just started…Ladies and gentlemen this is your main event!!”
The crowd erupts into cheers…
Big Hughy: ‘This match is scheduled for one pin fall with a sixty-minute time limit. Coming to the ring right now from New York, New York. Having just signed a new contract with the GWF…”
”I Alone” by Live hits the PA system and the fans erupt into boos…
Big Hughy: “Standing at six-feet six-inches, and weighing in at 305-pounds. He is a Broken Dream. He is an Irony of a wrestler. He is A-Bo…I mean he is Kevin Merrix.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh yeah real nice entrance putz.”
Suddenly the lights dim, and a spot light erupts from the rafters to shin down upon the top of the rampway, and standing there in a pair of black tights with a body glistening with sweat and beads of water is Kevin Merrix. His eye’s clear, his face clean shaven, and his hair short. He begins a slow methodical walk down to ringside past all the booing fans and the watchful security guards. His eye’s never once leaving ringside where the M.o.A await…
BEW President Merrix: “And there’s my brother.”
Kevin reaches ringside and the members of the M.o.A step back allowing him clear passage to the ring. Slowly he moves past them all and begins to ascend the steel steps into the ring. He steps into it through the top and middle ropes and moves to a corner. He leans back against the ropes a few times, and rotates his arms a bit while stretching out his neck…
BEW President Merrix: “Big Kev now warming up. Still watching the M.o.A.”
Big Hughy: “And your M.o.A member!”
The crowd hits a defining level. As “Machinehead” by Bush blares through the arena. The fans know the man who’s about to make his appearance and they love him…
Big Hughy: “Coming to the ring next from parts unknown. He is currently active in the BEW, and is it’s current HARDCORE CHAMPION!! Standing at six-feet three-inches, and weighing in at 243-pounds! He is the current leader of the M.o.A. He is a seven time Hardcore champion. He is the most highly decorated M.o.A’er ever. He is the Prince of Smack. He is the Master of Cheat-Fu. He is New Blood. He is the King of Extreme!!! He is FLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH!!”
The crowd noise intensifies as suddenly Flesh emerges from behind the curtain. His Machine slung up upon his shoulder he stands there atop the rampway. His long dark brown hair dangles around and in front of his face, and today that face is covered by the black nylon mask that conceals all features. The camera flash’s explode around the arena. As everyone tries for that perfect picture of the scarred King. Barred chest, his most infamous scars, the long one across his chest and the few on his shoulder, have become this King’s entire tale. Yet, above all that it is to the gold medallion that his hand reaches to. To the medallion given to him by his Creator Styx. He holds it tight in his scarred hand looking out across the arena at Merrix, who in turn stares back, and then finally lets it fall back to his chest…
Big Hughy: “Can you feel this energy? Can you feel it? They love him! His is the King of Extreme!!”
BEW President Merrix: “Yeah crazy as it is Hughy…I feel it.”
Flesh pushes off and begins his walk down to ringside. His ripped blue jeans hug tightly to his legs. He reaches ringside and looks up into the ring. He lifts his hand out to his side, and it is quickly filled by a mic…
Flesh: “And now here we are, and you say I can’t affect you and your life? Tell me Merrix how much does this affect you?”
Flesh pauses and from the top of the rampway WolfsBane and Redemption emerge from behind the curtain dragging along a bloody mess. They pause at the top of the ramp, and slowly WolfsBane reaches down to pull the figures head up…Greg Eskridge. His face covered with blood. His Armani suit ripped and shredded. It looks as if his body has been through hell for the last hour…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh this is just sickening…Greg Eskridge has been pounded into nothing.”
Flesh hands his Machine off to Mass Carnage and slowly starts to ascend the steel steps…Merrix on the inside of the ring stares up the rampway at his friend Greg Eskridge. Greg hardly any consciousness left in him extends his hand slowly towards Merrix. WolfsBane and Redemption stomp the hand down to the ground. Merrix starts towards the ropes, but members of the M.o.A soon crowd that side… Flesh: “Tisk-tisk Merrix…We still have a match…(Flesh steps through the ropes into the ring)…Or so I thought. Now if you should leave this ring, unless by my hand, you’ll have to stomp your way through an army of Masters…and if by some miracle you succeeded in accomplishing that feat…There wouldn’t be much left of Gregory up there.”
Merrix takes one last look at Greg Eskridge. He then drops his head to his chest, and slowly turns towards Flesh. Rage begins to build in his eyes. Flesh walks across the ring and comes to stand feet from him. A referee enters the ring quietly on the other side of the ring…
Flesh: “Good..glad to see I have your attention. Now then…let’s get this show on the road.”
Flesh tosses the mic out of the ring and begins to tap dance in the middle of the ring. Out of nowhere Merrix levels Flesh with a clothesline…
BEW President Merrix: “And Kev dropping Flesh quick with a big clothesline. Kev now off the ropes here he comes…NO! Flesh with a quick kip up and a spinning heel kick, but Kev stay’s on his feet.”
Big Hughy: “Flesh now with a palm thrust to Merrix’s sternum and that hunches him over! JUMP KICK and Merrix goes down.”
BEW President Merrix: “Flesh now jumps, and…OH!! A double stomp to Kev’s chest and now Kev clutching at his chest!”
Big Hughy: “Oh did I forget to mention in his entrance that Flesh is a martial artist too? Flesh off the ropes, AND jumping he brings his heel down across Merrix’s forehead cutting him open.”
BEW President Merrix: “Oh man Flesh has just taken control of this match and Kev thus far has had only one offensive move.”
Big Hughy: “It’s the fighting style. Flesh is hitting Merrix so much and in so many different places…that Merrix doesn’t have time to recover. Flesh hoist Merrix up, AND drops him with a dropkick!”
BEW President Merrix: “I have never seen Kev go through the wringer like this before. Flesh now taking a few stomps at Kev.”
Big Hughy: “Flesh pulling Merrix to his feet now. Elbow to the sternum…back hand to the nose, and a chop to the throat!”
BEW President Merrix: “Kev down to his knees…DROPKICK to the head and Merrix crashes down to the mat. Flesh for the cover. One…Two…Th…NO! Flesh pulls Kev’sd head up. Very bad move.”
Big Hughy: “Bah…Flesh brings Kev to his feet again. Thrust kick to the knee…kick to the midsection…JUMPIN spinning heel kick to the head!”
BEW President Merrix: “I’ll admit this is a very impressive side of Flesh, and I guess Kev wasn’t expecting this side Flesh’s offense.”
Big Hughy: “Excuses, excuses…Flesh pulls Merrix to his feet by his head…HITS A SPINNING JUMP KICK! And he was six-feet up in the air for that one! Merrix goes crashing down.”
BEW President Merrix: “Flesh just can’t keep this pace up…He has to slow down sometime.”
Big Hughy: “He can go all night long like this. Flesh now again dragging Merrix to his feet. He tosses Merrix into the ropes…Merrix on his way back…THRUST KICK to Merrix’s throat and Merrix drops fast.”
BEW President Merrix: “Kev now clutching at his throat, and he just can’t get an offense going. Flesh now backing away from Kev to the ropes. Now signaling for a mic as Kev shows no signs of getting up soon.”
Big Hughy: “Flesh now with a mic. He’s heading back over to Merrix…”
Standing over Merrix Flesh begins to speak…
Flesh: “Hero? Hero? Who has ever thought of you to be a hero Merrix? Who? And don’t give me that fans bullshit…WHO!?!”
Flesh throws an open palm thrust right into Merrix’s kidney which sends Merrix writhing in pain…
Flesh: “And listen to me when I talk to you…Merrix you are half the man that any so called hero before you was. You rate just below God Damn Shame, and somewhere over Pac-Man.”
Flesh grabs Merrix up by his short hair and quickly spins landing a heel to his cheek..
Flesh: “Face it Merrix I’ve won…No matter how many M.o.A’ers you’ve “destroyed” before me you just can’t destroy the top of the food chain. No matter how hard you try to hide your emotions they always betray you. You have lost Merrix…you have lost.”
Flesh grabs Merrix up again by the back of the neck and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He follows in close behind and smashes his knee into Merrix’s kidney. He flips Merrix around and comes within inches of his face…
Flesh: “Tell me something Kev…aren’t hero’s suppose to beat the bad guy? Or is that just another fairy tale we raise our children on?”
Flesh slaps him hard across the face…Merrix slowly raises his head towards Flesh…The daze in his eye’s now replaced again by rage…
Kevin Merrix: “We do win.”
Again Merrix erupts. He puts his shoulder into Flesh’s chest and pushes off the turnbuckle. He carries Flesh to the middle of the ring and then whips him down hard. Flesh’s mic goes flying from his hand and out of the ring…
BEW President Merrix: “WOW! Kev just painted Flesh’s hide to that canvas!”
Big Hughy: “AH NO! Merrix now straddling Flesh and pounding away with left and rights. HE TORE FLESH’S MASK OFF!”
BEW President Merrix: “Kev throws it into the crowd, and now pulls Flesh back to his feet. Flesh swings at Kev. Kev ducks beneath it…ATOMIC DROP!!”
Big Hughy: “Merrix now picking up Flesh by his hair…he brushes the ref out of the way…runs and…OH! Just smashes Flesh’s face into the turnbuckle.”
BEW President Merrix: “Kev now to another turnbuckle and Flesh’s face get’s the same treatment! Kev has just come alive…He brings Flesh’s body up AND down with a powerful bodyslam!”
Big Hughy: “Merrix now standing Flesh back up. Sends him in backwards to the turnbuckle…Merrix follows it in with a big boot to the face. Merrix now pounding away at Flesh there in the corner….Merrix places Flesh’s head between his leg’s…brings him up..spins, jumps…powerbomb!”
BEW President Merrix: “Kev now climbing back to his feet…He looks around him at the booing crowd…Look at that rage…He points to the crowd and now to Flesh…He pulls Flesh up from behind to his mouth…He’s saying something to Flesh…I can’t make it out…”
Big Hughy: “I can…he’s saying…”We do win.”
In the next instant Flesh is hoisted up in a reverse Ligerbomb…He seems to be suspended their in mid-air…and then finally he is brought back down to the mat face first. Flesh’s head hits and snaps back as Merrix falls with him…Finally their two bodies settle…
BEW President Merrix: “THE FALLOUT!!! KEV HIT THE FALLOUT!!”
CLINK-KLUNK
The sounds of Big Hughy tossing down his headphones is heard…
BEW President Merrix: “Hughy has left and now Kev rolls Flesh’s…limp…body over. Kev covers up ONE…TWO…THRE…NO! Flesh just barely get’s that shoulder up. Kev looks surprised, but not that surprised as he drags Flesh to his feet again, and…ANOTHER FALLOUT!”
Again Flesh’s head hits the mat first and snaps back. His body suddenly goes limp…
BEW President Merrix: “Merrix knocked Flesh out with that one and now he rolls Flesh over. Like a sack of potatoes Flesh’s body finally turns over…Merrix covers again…ONE…TWO…”
The moment is frozen in time forever. Later when the scene is played back in slow motion they will see something shocking. Just seconds before the ref’s hand comes down to tap three. Flesh turns his head to Mass Carnage at ringside. He looks at him from behind green eyes and smiles…
BEW President Merrix: “THREE!!!! Kevin Merrix has won!”
”I Alone” hits the PA and the fans erupt into boo’s as the trash starts to fill the ring again like it has so many other times this night. Merrix moves off of the limp Flesh and to his feet. He raises his arms in the air, and points to the sky. Then raising his head nods. For one brief moment Merrix is allowed his moment of triumph and then the arena is suddenly plunged into darkness, but five seconds pass and the lights come back on…Standing in the middle of the ring is Flesh being supported by a figure in a black cloak…Merrix stands a few feet away looking at the individual in the ring and the M.o.A’ers surrounding the ring…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh this is no good…no good at all.”
Flesh leans there next to the figure limp…His eye’s open he stares only at Mass Carnage…The figure points towards Merrix from under the cloak. Soon the members of the M.o.A start to flood the ring…
BEW President Merrix: “I knew it…The M.o.A floods the ring. Banshee in first a kick…Merrix blocks and connects with an elbow…OH!! From behind Merrix leveled out by a chair from Riley…And now they’re going to work on him…”
The Masters bound and beat away on Merrix as Enforced Penance start to drag Greg Eskridge to the ring. Leaving a trail of blood behind. The cloaked figure stands there with Flesh slumped low against it’s body watching the destruction of Merrix…
And I don’t know who this person in the ring is, but it’s just taken control of the M.o.A. Enforced Penance now stops half-way to the ring still holding Greg…Kev erupts from the crowd of M.o.A’ers and tackles the cloaked figure down!!”
Merrix tackles the cloaked figure down as Flesh tumbles away intro the arms of MC. MC holds his leader from the ring floor as one might hold up the American flag. Merrix and the cloaked figure hit the canvas. As they do the cloaked figures hood falls off to reveal…
BEW President Merrix: “Saleah Ridgers!! That’s Saleah Ridgers…Merrix shocked by the discovery. A quick gouge to the eye’s and a palm thrust to the nose clears Merrix out…Oh no.”
”After the Flesh” ignites the Cox Arena PA system. The fans erupt into cheers, and then from behind the curtain that ever infamous frame appears. His long wavy hair hangs down to mid-back. His ever present navy blue framed Oakley sunglasses hide away eye’s turned old…Stuble covers an angular face. A tattoo lines the right side of his face. A few earrings adorn his ear’s, nose, and eyebrow…Around him a new addition. A black leather trench coat hugs his body, and in his right hand the Hurt Styk…
BEW President Merrix: “IT’S STYX!!!! That’s Styx!!! My God Styx is here.”
Merrix looks away from Saleah and up the rampway at Styx…and then Merrix’s eye’s fall quickly upon his friend Eskridge…
BEW President Merrix: “Kev making a dash for Greg, but the M.o.A is quickly there to resume the attack and Styx is slowly working his way down to ringside…”
Kev starts to push forward through the fist, chairs, and kicks…His eye’s turned to Greg he crawls slowly ever closer to Greg. He finally tumbles out of the ring and the M.o.A follows…Greg Eskridge reaches his hand and then sends well placed elbows into both WolfsBane’s and Redemption’s knees. He then starts to move forward towards Merrix as Redemption and WolfsBane begin the attack on Eskridge…
BEW President Merrix: “Kev and Greg moving closer to one another…they’re searching out the only thing they know in their dazed condition…MC is holding a limp Flesh up in the ring…I’m beginning to worry about Flesh’s condition more then anything else.”
Merrix and Greg crawling through an army of Masters finally come to within inches of one another…
BEW President Merrix: “Greg and Kev have reached each other…WHAT!?!”
Suddenly Greg Eskridge clocks Merrix with a vicious right. He jumps to his feet and begins to kick away at Merrix’s forehead. A look of surprise comes over Merrix’s eye’s before they glaze over and he slumps down to the ground unconscious…Finally giving into the vicious physical abuse. The beating stops. The Masters are smiles all around. WolfsBane pats Greg on his shoulder and laughs. Greg pulls a mic from inside his torn Armani jacket pocket…Styx still a presence moves past his army of M.o.A’ers and slides in through the ring. Within it Mas Carnage, Saleah Ridgers, and Jamie Williams crowd around Flesh. Who is now lain out on the floor…Back at ringside…
Greg Eskridge: “They don't call me the "Greatest Performer Alive" for nothing, eh Kev? I'd like to thank the M.o.A for their beautiful performance, especially you Huighy…come on over here Hughy…I wanna thank ya…”
Big Hughy moves through the crowd of M.o.A’ers to join Greg by his side…
”Yessiry Hughy…I’d like to thank you for giving me a splitting headache you lil sonuvabitch!”
Greg pops Hughy in the back of his head, and boots him in the butt. Hughy stumbles away a hurt look on his face…The Masters standing around ringside chuckle…Greg rubs his forehead gently…
Greg Eskridge: “You’re the only goober who really hit me tonight Hughy…but hey we’re even now. I guess it helped to make it look real. Now where was I? Ah yes…I’d like to thank Styx for granting me the use of his men on this glorious night,…”
He looks over to Styx in the ring, but Styx has dropped to a knee beside Flesh…he talks in private with Saleah, MC, and Jamie…
”Now.. now don't cry, Kev, you know you had it coming. And I know, now we gotta hear, over and over and OVER again from this moment on, you whining about your broken dreams, and how your son loves me more and how I screwed your wife's brains out... WHOOPS, did I say that out loud? Anywho, I just know that we're gonna have to listen to that for hours in the Glory Wrestling Federation, so, I just figured that I'd shut you up tonight, and do the entire world a favor. I know I've always hated your long, boring, non-syballic, mono-toned chit chat, and I know everyone else does, so, hey, let me just make a little statement right now. “
Greg pulls his pants down. The cameras flash all around and the ladies (and a few men) in the audience ooh and ah and cheer as he pulls down his jock strap and takes it off. He then puts his shirts back on, hearing a lot of feminine boos in the process. He then goes down under the ring, pulls out a roll of electrical tape, and bends down over Merrix. The jock strap gets stuffed in the unconscious Merrix's mouth, and is fastened with the Electrical tape rapped around Merrix's head several times…
A huge woman’s pop is heard throughout the arena…
”I know, I know…(In a Steve Erkle type voice)… "Why Greg? Why are you doing this?" Funny you should ask that right now, Kev, but everyone deserves an answer. You see, I.. I just don't like you. It's that easy. I basically, in a nut-shell, see you as a backstabbing son of a bitch ass whore on crack, and I need a little time to show the world. I made you, Kev. Your popularity, your fortune, your fans, they all stem from me, and now, well, the loan needs to be paid back. I let you borrow my spotlight long enough, but now I just think I want it back. Kev, if it wasn't for me, you'd still be back in the IWA, wrestling in pool halls for $25 dollars per match. I brought you to the WCIWA, and I stepped back and let you see what it feels like to be on top. But I think your ego just got a bit too big. “
BEW President Merrix: “Oh please this is just sick…”
”Hey now.. hold on... don't get edgy, it happens to the worst of us, Kev, so it was bound to happen to you sometimes. It happened to Ice, and I put him in his place. I had to take care of MoV's ego. Nightshade, yep, put his lights out. And we all know I got the job done on Shawn Twilight pretty easily, and he's never been as good as he was, because now people know he can be beaten. Now there's you, Kev. It's over. No more, I'm your best friend charade. No more having me work the under card of all of the big events, and giving the highlights of the show, while you work a slow, stiff, and sloopy main event.”
”I see a new horizon Kev. I new chapter in both our careers where I take back my spotlight, and continue to prove that I am the man everyone pays to see, and you... well, you're quite simply gonna be buried by me to the point where you're back working best out of 13 opening matches against guys like Grin Reaper.”
”But, fearing that I might start to sound like you, I'm gonna be quiet now, because, at least, I know when to shut up before my point starts to lose impact and everyone falls asleep. It must suck to have that happen all the time, Kev. So, enjoy your last few days in the spotlight, Kev, because GWF will belong to me, just like BEW is gonna belong to Styx, and guys like you are gonna mean nothing to the world anymore. By the millenium, Kev, you better just hope that you still have the McDonald's employee fan base that you've had for so long, because the rest of the world, the people that anyone actually gives a shit about will belong to me.”
Greg tosses the mic down at Merrix and spits at him…He then turns to the crowd throws his arms up in the air and receives a huge pop. He quickly slides into the ring and covers the distance to Styx…Styx spins from his position on the ring floor to face Greg…
Greg reaches out his hand with a big smile on his face. Emotionless Styx extends his hand and the two shake hands. Styx nods to him and then pulls him close he whispers something into his ear…A confused look comes over Greg’s face. He looks down at Flesh and then back at Styx…He releases his handshake with Styx and then goes to lean over Flesh…He drops his hand to Flesh’s hand…squeezes it and then backs away… BEW President Merrix: “Ok I’m really worried about Flesh now. I know Greg hates Flesh with a passion, and now here come some paramedics to ringside, but the M.o.A isn’t letting them take anyone away…”
He shakes hands with Styx again…waves to the crowd…checks his watch and then exits the ring. He moves through the crowd of M.o.A’ers and ascends the rampway disappearing behind the curtain…Matt Attic wrestles a stretcher away from a paramedic and slides it into the ring…The paramedics finally daunted by the M.o.A back away. A few more members slide into the ring to stand with Styx…Styx continues to stand there amongst his M.o.A’ers looking down at Flesh. He then makes a few gestures to his Masters and they go about securing Flesh to the stretcher. MC, Jamie, and Saleah start to carry Flesh from the ring…Matt Attic, Pope, Tommy Riley, and Life follow…
Around the ring the two members of Enforced Penance, Remorse, Banshee, Arc Angel, and Derek Steele keep the paramedics away from Merrix. The second grouping of M.o.A’ers finally move Flesh’s body tghrough the blockade and up the rampway…Styx watches Flesh go until he is behind the curtain…Slowly he pulls out a mic the fans begin to cheer… A look of sorrow comes over Styx’s face. He begins to exit the ring but is stopped by a question…
Banshee: “What do we do about Merrix?”
Styx stares down at Merrix, and then raises the mic to his mouth one last time…
Styx: “Break him.”
Styx exits the ring and moves through his M.o.A…the crowd cheers him on but he does not notice…His mind focused on events far from this…Those Masters still left at ringside watch him go and then start to move in on Merrix…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh God no…someone has to help him…They’ll cripple him!”
Chairs in hand the six M.o.A’ers surround Merrix. Suddenly from the crowd a rush of bodies. A baseball bat is swung, and WolfsBane goes down. Next to follow him is Derek Steele from a chair shot…The remaining members of M.o.A’ers left standing quickly back pedal up the rampway…They then turn with chairs in hand to face their opposition…And standing there in the isle way is a memory forgotten long ago…
BEW President Merrix: “I..I can’t believe this…”
Standing in the isle is the seven-foot four-inch chiseled black man Vig. A four-time WCIWA World Television champion, and one of the founding members of the M.o.A he stands with bat in hand anger across his face. Next to him a former Fatal Charm thought forever lost in insanity. Once nicknamed the Iceman for his apparent emotionless personality he now stands proud beside Vig with a chair in hands. He is Chris Anderson a former WCIWA Intercontinental Champion…
Next to him stands his once bad boy brother Brian Anderson. The two were once bitter enemies now closest of allies. He too with a chair in hand. The last one kneels down beside Merrix and undoes the tap around his head. He pulls the vile thing shoved in his mouth by Greg Eskridge out, and throws it aside. He gentle shakes Merrix to consciousness. Merrix spits, blinks, and then focuses on Richard Hope. The gentle former WCIWA World Champion smiles down at Merrix and helps him to his feet. Merrix then turns his attention to the others gathered around him and grins. He then looks over to the M.o.A and rage fills his face… BEW President Merrix: “Oh my…this is a sight to behold…Vig, Chris Anderson, Brian Anderson, Richard Hope, and Kevin Merrix…All standing together against the M.o.A…”
Slowly those members of the M.o.A who had been knocked down earlier begin to crawl up the rampway and away from their opposition…The Masters smile and slowly start to back away up the ramp…The opposition remains standing there…
BEW President Merrix: “Oh this is just a sight you never thought you’d see in an arena…Kevin Merrix standing along side the likes of Hope, Vig, and the Andersons…A year ago this would have been unstoppable stable…today a save out of nowhere for Kevin Merrix…At least we end this thing on a good note tonight…With that ladies and gentlemen I’m Michael Merrix, and for Big Hughy wherever he is…M.o.A Supreme.”
The scene slowly begins to fade away. The last image to light up the screen. Four old heros, and a new one who’s just accepted it…
“Shup fat man…Ah Leon glad I have your attention. Now Leon you don’t know me too well. Hell as a matter of fact about the most you’re gonna know about me is say oh “narcissistic M.o.A member?” Is that about right? So you have to be wondering…Just what in the hell is this perfect specimen doing standing here before me? Well two things actually…”
-versus- 
“Hmm…and I'd mostly like to give thanks to you, Kev, for, well, for laying there like a slug right now, and for making it so easy for me to knock you out cold in front of millions of people world wide.”
“That's better, Kev. Well, at least the ladies loved it, right?”
“And so now I am returned…The fall of my King brings forth a new era. Now…now I find it hard to find the words to surize the events here tonight. I find it hard to understand what has happened here tonight to my King…Never has he failed me, and never will he again. That knowledge is all together unsettling. The last of an old generation…The first of a new…No…I feel no desire to speak of these events, nor do I have the desire to try and explain them at this time. All that needs be known is this. My Darkest Angel created a path for me…he rebuilt my kingdom, and I am returned to my throne. Let he who has dared to speak my name when my physical presence was not there be prepared to answer to a higher authority.”