The scene opens up with the new WsW Monday Mutiny Theme Music, 'What It Is To Burn' by Finch. The crowd are jumping up and down, waving their home-made signs in the air. The camera pans over the crowd, focusing in on certain signs as the camera settles down onto Michael Rossenbourg and Hardcore Icon.
MR: Well Icon, we've got a damn good show lined up for tonight!
HI: You're damn right we have, and I have very reliable sources stating that the 'slackers' if you will of WsW, will have the privelege of the Champions League, and maybe even WsW, away from them.
The scene quickly cuts off and to CEO Jay V, sitting in his office. He has a slight smirk on his face as the camera zooms out. Prez Mike Melling is getting a drink of Jack Daniels, while Adz is looking at the pictures.
Jay V: It's with my greatest, deepest sympathies... actually, no it's not. I'm going to cut right to the chase. Kid Frost from my team, the talented youngster has had family problems. This isn't the stunt Blood pulled on me, I assure you. [Mike groans in the background] HOWEVER, Kid Frost has had some real life trauma, and we've allowed him to take a few months sabbatical. Mike?
Mike: Hmm? Oh yes, my favourite part of the job. There's two no good assholes I'm firing from WsW right now. They haven't showed up since the start, if they ever did show up. Angeldust and JC Larriett. Well, I'm sick of the pair of you.. you're out of WsW. Your pink slip has been delivered to your homes.. don't call us, we'll call you.
Adz: And I'm gonna throw my two cents in. My back has been causing me trouble because of Chris Carnage. Now I don't want to fire him, so I'm taking him out of the Champions League. Why? BECAUSE ADZ HAS THE POWER!!
Jay V: ...yes, quite... anyway, I hope you all enjoy the show tonight. Each team is down to three members. And Eric Reynolds was given the night off, making the first two matches on the card, null and void.
The camera settle back on MR and Icon, Icon chuckling slightly
HI: About time those bitches got their asses fired..
MR: That's a matter of opinion Icon.. But anyway, our.. first match, I guess, of the evening is going to be a magic one to say the least.
HI: Yeah, Healy Startling and Maverick going at it. Both fresh faces in WsW, and both have bright futures ahead of them
Regular Match
I Ran" By Flock Of Seagulls hits and Healy Startling swaggers to the ring in typical 80’s style! The crowds go wild for this throwback! He smiles at the crowd as he raises his arms!
HI: “Hey… Healy, where you from? 1982…?”
MR: “Yes…”
HI: “Wha… you ass…”
Italiano style music plays as Maverick makes his way to the ring! The Loner from Roma slides into the ring and is cut off with a Startling right boot to the solarplexes! The referee starts the match as Startling drops a couple of elbows to the back of Mavericks head!
MR: “Good efficient start by Startling… little wasted Motion…”
HI: “Ha ha ha, nice one “JR”…”
MR: “Ha, Ha… Thought you’d get a kick out of that…”
Startling keeps the pressure on with a drop kick from the top rope… He allows Maverick to get to his feet nails a martial arts combo ended with a martial arts kick to the head of Maverick who falls to the ground! He gets cocky and taunts the crowd with some strutting around.
MR: “This could be a big mistake…”
HI: “Dressing like that was the big mistake…”
Maverick gets to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs! As Startling struts, Maverick slams him in the back with a clothesline knocking him to his face! He locks in an Indian deathlock on Startling who is screaming on the floor! The crowd go wild! Maverick lets go and lifts Startling up and slams him to the mat! As Startling gets to his feet, Maverick comes from the far side off the ropes.
MR: “The Throat Clutch!”
HI: “Jeez… That probably hurt!”
1…2… NO!
Maverick slowly gets to his feet looking surprised… Startling gets to his feet. Maverick whips Healy to the far side! He goes for a clothesline but Startling slides underneath Mavericks legs! Maverick turns around and is caught with a Bullrush!
1…2…NO!
Maverick gets his shoulder up!
MR: “I can’t believe how quickly the tide has turned on this match!”
HI: “This is quite a good match…”
MR: “Hell yes…”
Maverick gets to his feet and is caught with 2 right hands, then a drop-kick knocking him into the corner. After a shoulder block to the gut, Maverick staggers out of the corner and is nailed with a boot to the gut, then the 8 Seconds of Fame!
MR: “THAT’S IT! ITS OVER!”
HI: “I couldn’t get up from that… Ok, I can’t lie I could…”
MR: “Ya… Wha… ITS OVER!”
1…2… NO!
Near-fall again as Maverick gets his shoulder up! Startling can’t believe it! He gets to his feet and nails Maverick with left hand after left hand, but Maverick keeps standing! Startling comes from the far side with a drop kick that doesn’t drop the big man!
MR: “Maverick is on his way back!”
HI: “He is quite scary…”
MR: “Sure…”
Maverick gets to his feet and blocks a right hand then slams it across the head of Startling who staggers to the corner shaken. Maverick goes to the outside and climbs that very turnbuckle. He pulls Startling up into the air and Powerbomb him to the mat!
MR: “NO THAT IS IT!”
HI: “Maybe that hurt…”
1… 2… NO!
Startling’s foot got onto the ropes! Maverick looks pissed as he sets up again for the Powerbomb, Startling nails the right hands into the face of Maverick, finally flipping backwards into a hurricanraina! He keeps hold as the referee makes the pin.
1… 2… 3!
The crowds explode as Startling gets the victory rolling out of the ring! Maverick looks devisated as he finds he’s narrowly lost this great match!
President Mike Melling makes his way down the corridors of the Greenville Coliseum. He walks with a purpose as he sees a door with the words “Team Melling” stuck to it. He smiles and opens the door.
PM: “Ahhh… My team!”
SB: “Alright Mr. President…”
MW: “Hey man…”
D: “Hello Sir…”
PM: “I’d like to talk to you all about last week…”
He closes the door behind him…
PM: “If it was not the biggest cluster-fuck I have ever seen then I don’t know what was…”
They look at him in disbelief…
PM: “Last week was the beginning of a very important night for me… and we started the night off quite well… Then Angeldust decided to no-show… So, to cut a long story short, I fired his worthless ass… Then in the main event… Oh happy day, the laughing Irish-man over there screws up when he has his match won…”
SB: “Hey…”
PM: “No Excuses Shane… Now… This week is your time to make amends… You need to show your worth to me, you need to show that you are worth the selection I have made of you. Xtreme, your main event is very important… You can gain our team some BIG, BIG points… Ok? Do not screw up… Doyle…You will win all 3 falls… if you do not I will be unhappy… if you win 2 I will be satisfied, if you win 1… I will be unperturbed… if you win none… I will make your life a complete and total living hell… Oh and Shane… I hope you have a very happy and victorious St. Patrick’s day… because if it is not…”
Melling places his face very close to Bests…
PM: “It may very well… be your last… Have a good evening…”
Melling turns and leaves the locker-room smiling
Commercial Break
Old Skool Wrestling Match
'One' by Metallica plays as Shane Best makes his way on stage, waving an Irish flag around. The crowd boo at Shane Best, due to his nature of being an asshole. He continually waves the flag on the way down to the ring and puts the flag on the corner pole. He steps into the ring and stamps on the canvas
MR: As you can see there, Shane testing the canvas out, it's like a layer of bricks with a carpet over folks. This Old Skool ring hurts like Hell
HI: Shane's too drunk to care. It's Saint Patrick's day! He doesn't give a shit.. All he cares about is Whiskey.. and Guiness
From the celing descends Blood. Best looks up and steps out of the ring, allowing Blood to amaze the crowd with his stunt of dropping from the ceiling. He lands in the ring with a thud as he unties the rope which sails back to the rafters. Best rolls into the ring as the referee goes over the rules with the two competitors. Best and Blood coldly stare at each other
HI: Haha, this is great. Best wants his own back on Blood and he can't even punch him!
The bell sounds as Blood slaps Best in the face. Best closes his fist and goes to punch him. Blood taunts Best, telling him to take his best shot. Best merely kicks Blood in the knee, sending him down to one knee, and then puts him in a side headlock. Blood pushes Best into the ropes and kncoks him down with a clothesline. Best hits the mat hard and lets out a yell of pain as he holds his back. Blood smiles as he goes to drop an elbow, to which Best rolls out the way and it's Blood's turn to yell in pain. Best gets to his feet and stomps on Blood's shoulder. Blood reaches out and trips Best, by catching onto his kicking leg. Best lands on the back of his head and rolls out the ring
HI: Best is a pussy
MR: And look at that, a ten count being utilised by the referee..
1.... Best shakes the cobwebs from his head 2.... Best walks around to the announcers tables. 3.... Best points at Icon and trash talks him, to which Icon stands up as Best stands in the ring, focusing on Blood
HI: You want some of this, you Irish prick? You want some of what your wife had? Huh? Yeah, that's what I thought..
MR: Sit down, Icon..
HI: Hey, he wants a piece of me, I ain't moving..
Blood and Best go into a collar and elbow tie-up, with the taller Best getting the advantage over Blood. He pushes him into a corner ad the referee gives a count of 5 for Best to let go. He gets to four and Best lets go and releases a lightning quick knife edged chop to the chest of Blood. Blood's chest goes red from two more chest slaps, as Best goes to Irish whip him to the other corner. Blood reverses as Best goes into the corner. Blood charges at Best, but Best gets his boot up, only for Blood to slide underneath him, grab his other leg and trip him so he lands face first on the hard canvas. Best has a trickle of blood coming from his mouth as Blood climbs up the stairs, up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbow to the back of Best's head. Blood holds his side in pain from the canvas as he goes for a pin 1...2...kick out. Another pin, another kickout. Another pin, only a one count
HI: Smart strategy from Blood there, making Best use up energy un-necessarily.
Blood picks Best up and whips him into the ropes. He puts his head down early for a back body drop and Best notices this and cartwheels out of the way. The crowd let out a collective 'ooh' as Best goes to one knee and gives Blood a throat thrust.
HI: Who the fuck does he think he is? Pierce Brosnan?
MR: Mind your language Icon..
HI: Fuck no? The crowd don't, why should I...
Best then goes to put Blood in a figure four leg lock, but Blood reverses it into a small package 1..2.. reversed by Best 1...2... kick out from Blood. Both men stand as Blood dropkicks Best to the outside of the ring, and Blood lands hard on the re-enforced canvas. Blood sits up, trying to catch his breath. He stands as he sees Best using the steel railing to help himself up, and Blood runs at the ropes and jumps over them with a clear plancha, however, Best was able to cartwheel out the way again, allowing Blood to go jaw first into the steel railings. The referee is at 2 as Best rolls in and back out to reset the count. He grabs Blood and rolls him into the ring. Best stands on the apron and looks for a slingshot leg drop. He hits across the neck of Blood, only for him to hold the lower part of his spine
HI: Fool shouldn't do so many cartwheels
MR: What's that got to do with anything?
HI: Nothing.. but seriously.. who does cartwheels in a match? Stupid drunken bastard..
Best eventaully hooks the leg of Blood 1...2...Blood just kicks out. Best stands and picks blood up. He places Blood on top of his shoulders and begins an airplane spin
HI: If he's pissed from St. Patrick's.. he's gonna hurl in a second.
Best then falls backwards, converting it into a samoan drop. Best sits there, slightly dazed from the spin-a-rama. He then leans back for a cocky pin on Blood 1...2... Blood reverses it into a crucifix pin 1...2...3! NO! Best just got out. Best then starts kicking the ribs of Blood. Blood is able to catch a leg of Best and trip him down and quickly put him into a single leg crab. Blood wrenches back on the hold, applying extreme pressure to the left knee of Best. Best is able to crawl and get to the ropes whereby Blood immediatley lets go of the hold. He stands behind Best, stalking him as he struggles to get to his feet. Best turns slightly and hits Blood with From Ireland With Love!! (Sweet Chin Music) Blood hits the mat as Best covers 1...
HI: NO! SONOFABITCH!
2...
MR: HE'S GOT HIM! IT'S OVER!!
3!!!
NO!!!!! Blood just about got a shoulder up and Best can't believe it!
HI: YES!!
Best picks Blood up and whips him into the ropes. Best catches Blood on the rebound with a sleeper hold. He goes to flip over, looking for Simply The Best, but Blood is able to catch Best and get him in the Entrail Rend (Tazzmission)!!! Best struggles to get out of it, but Blood wraps his legs round Best's torso and falls back onto the hard mat, still keeping the grip on Best and wrenching back. Best starts to lose consciousness as the referee lifts up Best's arm, it drops once
HI: C'MON BLOOD!
The ref lifts it up, and it falls for a second time
MR: Could be over right here!!
The ref lifts it up again.. and it falls for a third time!!
HI: WOO! SHANE BEST SUCKS!! TWO LOSSES IN TWO WEEKS!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!! YOU SUCK!!!
MR: Calm down, you'll have a heart attack
HI: I CAN'T CALM DOWN!! SHANE BEST SUCKS!!!
Blood lets go of the hold and heads up the ramp
President Melling is seen again walking down the corridor, this time stopping at the offices of CEO Jay V… Melling opens the door and enters, The CEO is on the phone.
JV: “Tonight will continue our dominance… You have my guarantee on that…”
He replaces the handset…
JV: “Ahhhh, Our President… Hello Mike, how can I help you… Drink?”
PM: “No… Thank you… Sir, I would like to talk to you about last week… I mean how can we have a fair bet if one of us is always trying to cheat to gain victory…”
JV: “Are you insinuating that I cheated last week…? Blood genuinely told me that he had a family problem…”
PM: “And the reason he was given the points for match…?”
JV: “You see Mike, I was merely rewarding Blood for showing up prior to the event, letting us know he was ready. The other three didn't even tell us where they were, I think Blood warranted a point. If you don't like that fact, I'm sure we can just strike the point. After all, I wouldn't want ANYONE to be accused of cheating. However, if I were to take that point off.. I'm afraid we'd have to wipe the whole slate clean. Look in the contract Mike. It's out of my hands..”
PM: “Right… Well… I have a request that no-body gets involved in the matches this week… It is only fair…”
JV: “You have my word…”
PM: “And you have mine…”
The President and the CEO shake hands and smile as we cut back to the ring.
Point A Fall Match
HI: “Well, i gots to admit i’ve been looking forward to this one, a three falls, point a fall match.”
MR: “ Well the first fall of course is the first blood fall.”
HI: “Yes, yes it is Michael, but let me remind both you and the audience, its gonna take someone having there nose splattered, or a an arm covered in crimson red for the ref to call this one, you won’t see a paper cut deciding the fall.”
Mortal Wound and Doyle stand in the ring when, ‘Pigs’ by Pink Floyd blares as Stryfe makes his way toward the ring, the former WSW champ receives a resounding round of boos as he enters the ring, a confident smirk on his face.
The bell rings and all three men eye one another up, Mortal Wound leaps at Stryfe but Stryfe sidesteps him and slams a right hand into the back of his head, Stryfe grabs him by the back of the head and hits him with a reverse suplex. Meanwhile Doyle immediately steps between the ropes outside the ring, he ducks under the ring and grabs a steel chair.
MR: “Well Doyle certainly is’nt playing around.”
Healy Startling (Team CEO) Vs Maverick (Team Scotty)
Old Skool Rules Apply. No closed fists, you must respond to the referee's count of 5 on a hold. 10 Count-out. Using steel steps to your advantage will results in a DQ. Purposely touching the ref results in a DQ.
Blood (Team CEO) Vs Shane Best (Team Mike)
First Fall - First Blood; Second Fall - Hardcore Rules; Third Fall - 5 Count Match
Kid Frost Vs Stryfe Vs Doyle Vs Mortal Wound