JP: Our next match, folks, will feature a MWF debut for two of the three opponents. Mark Rose and GP Richter both fight in the MWF for the first time, whilst Killer Instinct comes back after being away for quite awhile. A Triple Threat match.

Sully: So all three men are likely to be rusty. Should be fun…

JP: I'm sure we're gonna' see something special, Sully.

[GP Richter strolls onto the entrance ramp as his music blares through the sound system. The crowd cheer the newcomer as he enters the ring.]

Peter Santos: Hailing from Oakland, Calafornia, weighing in at 185 pounds… GP Richter!

[He stands in the far corner, readying himself. "All The Things She Said" by Tatu hits the PA system as Mark Rose steps through the curtain. He glares across the crowd before speeding to the ring and sliding under the ropes.]

Peter Santos: From Pheonix, Arizona, weighing in at 231 pounds… "Solitary Death" Mark Rose!

[He stands in the opposite corner to GP. The two men lock eyes as Killer Instinct speeds to the ring! There's no chance for an introduction as the bell sounds and KI dives through the ropes. All three wrestlers circle each other, staring at the one they follow. Suddenly Killer Instinct turns to Mark Rose and throws a punch. Rose blocks and throws his own. KI takes the smack stiff in the jaw and staggers away. GP Richter jumps in and clotheslines Killer Instinct. "Solitary Death" grabs GP by the arm and slings him into the ropes. As he comes back, Rose hits a sidewalk slam.]

JP: The twisted mind of Mark Rose is prevailing so far.

[By now Killer Instinct is up. He moves to Rose who stares down at Richter. Arriving behind Mark Rose, Killer Instinct grabs him by the shoulders and whips him down to the ground. Rose's head hits the mat first and he holds his temple in pain. KI pins. 1…2…shoulder up!]

Sully: Close! Come on, Mark!

[GP Richter kicks KI in the head and goes for another pin on Mark Rose. Rose reverses into a

roll up of his own. 1…2… kick out! All three men slowly stand. A sudden strike to KI from GP Richter's forearm knocks "The Murderer" from the ring. As GP turns to Mark Rose he receives a kick to the abdomen. Rose pulls GP's head between his legs and lifts him vertically by the arms… The Black Death! Rose drops GP on his head. The youngster lies motionless. Rose goes for the cover. 1…2…KI breaks it up! Instinct is barely back in the ring as he pulls Rose away. The two wrestlers struggle and fall from the ring as the referee checks on GP Richter. He waves his hands towards the entrance and three medics hurry to the ring with a stretcher.]

JP: God… looks like Mark Rose put GP Richter out of action with that move!

Sully: It really is Black Death when he hits that, JP!

[GP Richter is strapped to the stretcher and slid from the ring. Meanwhile Killer Instinct and Mark Rose throw slug punches on the outside, both feeling the effects of their fall from the ring. Hardly noticing GP Richter's exit, they move round to the entrance, still grappling. The medics begin to move up the ramp carrying Richter, but before they can get any further, Killer Instinct catapults Mark Rose into the stretcher! Both the medics and GP Richter are thrown to the floor. Rose turns back to KI, infuriated by his actions. He blasts at Instinct and drives his knee into his gut, before throwing him back into the ring. Rose enters and savagely stomps Instinct. The crowd jeer but "Solitary Death" is beyond it all, as he totally dismisses the uproar. Abruptly, Killer Instinct sweeps the leg of Mark Rose and jumps up. He hits three of his own carefully placed stomps and then steps back, awaiting Rose to stand. Rose slowly climbs to his feet and wobbles across the ring.]

JP: Will we see the flame of Death?!

[Rose turns and gets a kick in the stomach. KI hooks his head, ready for the Flame of Death, but Rose locks up. Instinct twists his neck but still Mark Rose won't budge. He pushes Killer Instinct away and lifts his opponent into the air, upside-down.]

Sully: We're gonna see the Mark-Out, JP! Look at the strength!

JP: Rose does well to hold him like that… Killer Instinct weighs over 260…

[Rose loops his hands between Killer Instinct's legs and forces him down on his head.]

JP: Mark-Out!

[The crowd jeer more than ever as Rose makes the cover. 1…2…3!]

Peter Santos: And your winner… "Solitary Death" Mark Rose!

[Rose leaves the ring without celebration. He walks up the ramp and steps over the medics and GP Richter, stepping through the curtain without any form of coronation.]

JP: Well that's ignorance for ya!

[The camera cuts backstage and The Jeopardizer is leaving his locker room, a hand is placed on his shoulder and Jay-Z spins round to see his Tag Team partner, Sam King.]

King: Hey Jay...

Jay-Z: 'Sup Sam?

King: Just wanted to wish you the best of luck tonight against Wildfire, I know you are going to blow him out of the water and march on to collect the TV Title.

Jay-Z: Thanks Sam.

King: And I promise, I'll never interfere in another one of your matches.

Jay-Z: That's appreciated, and I'd appreciate it if you accompanied me to the ring tonight.

King: Be my pleasure.

[Jay-Z and King smile at each other, the MWF Tag Team belts on their shoulders as they stroll off down the corridor.]

JP: It's great to see those two back together.

Sully: I must disagree, I was looking forward to good old feud between those two guys. Would have been great to see them kicking each others ass'.

JP: They're two of the MWF's best guys, and make great Tag Team Champions.

Sully: Tag Team, what does that mean? Nothing! Because King is useless, losing to Nova, how does he ever expect to command respect.

JP: Because everyone knows that King is a great talent, and that was just a blip in his career, everyone has their good and bad moments.

Sully: I think King's going to be on the end of a few bad moments from now on, especially with someone as good as Nova on his back.

JP: It is up to King to go after Nova, not the other way round. Let's leave it there Sully.

JP: Well folks it looks like its time to move on to our next match,

Sully: Thats right JP up next we have..

[Sully is cut off, the lights dim. "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" is heard through out the crowd]

JP: Who could this be?

[The word Xtreme flashes on the screen. "Just A Little Crazy" by Fight blazes through out the PA system. The fans let out a huge roar as Nova appears on top of the ramp. The Xtreme title over his shoulder and a mic in hand. He slowly struts down the ramp, slapping the fan's hands. He rolls into the ring. The fans chant his name as he looks all around the arena. He goes on top of one of the turbuckles and raises the Xtreme title in the air]

Sully: Nova isnt scheduled to come out here

JP: Who cares? Its the MWF! Anything can happen!

[Nova moves to another turnbuckle and points out to the Strange fan. Nova gives him the finger as the fan's go wild. Nova jumps off the turnbuckle and begins to speak]

Nova: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, your new Xtreme champion. Your "Real Star" Nova!

[Nova points to himself]

Nova: Last monday night I had one of the greatest matches of my career. So right now, Id like to take this time to thank Sam King for putting on such a great performance with me.

[Nova starts to clap his hands as does the fans]

JP: Nova is showing a great deal of respect towards Sam.

Sully: Why?

Nova: Now during that match, we had a couple of run ins. The first one being JayZ. Now JayZ, I dont know why you ran in that match. Was it jealousy that drove you to come down there and attack me? Were you mad at the fact that you knew I was going to be crowned Xtreme champion? Whatever it was that possessed you to attack me also got you into a deep load of shit! Because now I am challenging you to a match for next monday night Dynamite. You and me one on one in a no holds barred match! I will show you why I am The "Real Star" and your new Xtreme champion!

JP: Wow! Imagine that, Nova and JayZ wrestling one on one. That should be a great match!

Sully: Aw who cares? I have little respect for Nova and none for JayZ.

Nova: Now, the second run in was some crazy fan who I would like to adress right now.

[Nova points at the fan who seems to be a little tipsy from all the beer he consumed]

Nova: I don't know who in the hell who you are. But I didnt need your goddamn help!

[The fans boo as the strange fan stands up]

Nova: Thats right, get your ass up and come incontact with The "Real Star"!

[Nova drops the mic and taunts the fan]

JP: I wonder whats going to happen here.

[The fan jumps over the barracade and rolls into the ring. He walks up to Nova and stares right into his eyes. There is a moment of silence between the two. The silence is quickly broken by the loud slap that the fan gives to Nova. Nova staggers back, then lunges foward and tackles the fan. The men trade blows for about 10 seconds before security comes in and breaks it up. It takes two huge men to restrain Nova and the fan. Nova kicks one of the security men in the sack. Nova punches the other security officer in the face and then runs towards the fan. Nova and the fan brawl again for about 20 seconds this time. 10 security officers come down and quickly break up Nova and the fan. Both men are struggeling to get at one another. Amazingly, both men break free and dive at eachother. They miss and end up taking out all of the security gaurds. Nova and the fan get to their feet. The fan and Nova lock up. The fan throws Nova to the ropes and looks for a clothesline, Nova ducks it. Both men lunge at eachother and hit a double cross body block. Both men are on the ground winded. Now whats left of the security team comes down to the ring and restrain both men once again. Nova is escorted to the back as the fan is escorted back to his seat. The crowd screams out "Holy Shit!" as we move on to our next match.]

JP: .....

Sully: Jesus...