versus

Mickino "Big Daddy" Thompino

Singles Match

Referee: Grant August

JP: We've reached the second match of the night, folks. Anarkist takes on Mickino Thompino.

Sully: I'm looking for Mickino to get the victory here tonight, JP.

JP: Let the wrestlers decide that one, Sully.

["The Worlds Greatest" by R Kelly hits the PA system and sends the crowd into one big jeer. Mickino Thompino marches out onto the entrance ramp and blocks out all booing as he stamps his way to the ring. He takes one big leap onto the ring apron and then steps over the top rope.]

Peter Santos: Weighing in at 245 pounds and standing at an immense height of 6 ft 8 inches…Mickino Thompino!

[Mickino raises his arms and taunts the crowd, who reflect his cockiness with more jeers.]

Sully: Mickino is one huge man!

JP: Yes he is…but so is Anarkist.

Sully: Whatever! Anarkist doesn't have the determination like Thompino here does.

JP: I beg to differ, Sully. Anarkist is pumping with determination!

Sully: Anarkist SU-

[Sully is cut short of his abuse as fireworks explode from the entrance. A red mist blows through the curtain as Anarkist appears. The crowd cheer like crazy for the colossal wrestler, who walks straight to the ring and slides under the ropes. He squares up with Mickino.]

Peter Santos: And his opponent, weighing in at 313 pounds, at a height of 6 ft 8 inches…Anarkist!

Sully: Things are about to get messy! This is a match for the giants!

[DING DING! The match begins and Mickino is the first to move. He throws a heavy fist at Anarkist, but the agile superhuman blocks the forearm and throws Thompino back. Mickino goes for another big punch, this time connecting with more speed. Anarkist shudders and steps backwards. Mickino hits the ropes and comes back with a clothesline, sending Anarkist to the mat. Mickino hits the ropes once more and heads for Anarkist with a body splash…he hits it! He hooks the leg with ease. Referee Grant August makes the count. 1…2…shoulder up!]

Sully: Mickino has made a great start.

JP: No doubt.

[Thompino lifts Anarkist by the hair and throws him into the ropes. Anarkist hits them awkwardly and becomes tangled between the second and third. He hangs from the ring by his thick arms.]

Sully: A chance for some real pain now, JP. What will Thompino choose to do?

[Mickino slides from the ring and throws his elbow deep into the abdomen of Anarkist, who screams helplessly. Mickino does the same again, and then again, before re-entering and ring and pulling at the head of Anarkist.]

JP: Looks as if he's working at the muscles of Anarkist's neck &endash; good move.

Sully: Or maybe he's just trying to pull his head off!!

[Anarkist eventually comes free and falls to the floor outside the squared circle. He slowly rolls back into the ring and receives several hard stomps to the side. He ignores the stamping, and climbs to his feet, before shooting at Thompino with a short spear! Thompino doesn't go down, however. Anarkist continues to push him into the corner.]

JP: Anarkist is having a hard time getting Mickino Thompino down, so he's opted for the corner instead.

[They arrive by the turnbuckle, where Anarkist quickly kicks Mickino in the groin. The crowd cheer at the outrageous move, as Anarkist takes several paces back and charges at Mickino. Mickino darts out of reach at the last second, and Anarkist hits the turnbuckle. He spins to the centre of the ring in a dizzy state, where Mickino slaps him across the chest. Anarkist turns away and Mickino lifts him for the Mickino Slam Busta! Anarkist, however, drops away from the move and kicks Thompino in the back of the leg, sending him onto his knees. He moves to his front and hits a modified DDT!]

JP: Great move! It's so hard to DDT a big man like Thompino, so Anarkist has knocked him to the knees first.

Sully: And with Anarkist's weight behind the move it will still have done all the damage…argh!

[Anarkist makes the cover, pressing down hard on Mickino's shoulders. 1…2…kick out! Anarkist stands and stomps away at Mickino until he lies in the corner. Anarkist stands and takes a breather. Suddenly, the crowds jeering grows from its cheers, and Joe Foale appears of the entrance ramp!]

JP: Damn it! Foale is here to do some dirty work!

Sully: Moral support! I love moral support!

[Foale sprints to the ring and leaps between the ropes, never losing speed, as he runs at Anarkist and goes for the Foale Pole! Anarkist drops to the ground and Foale goes straight out of the other side of the ring!

JP: Wow!

Sully: That would have been a DQ, too!

[Meanwhile, Mickino Thompino is standing. He approaches Anarkist and leaps into the air. Quick to react, Anarkist catches Thompino by the throat and slams him to the floor with a modified Broken Rule! He makes the cover. 1…2…3!]

Peter Santos: The winner of the match…Anarkist!

[Anarkist stands and August raises his arm. On the outside, Joe Foale is stirring, he gets up and climbs a ringpost onto the turnbuckle. Anarkist turns to see Foale flying through the air with another Foale Pole! This time the move connects and Anarkist is sent to the mat and across the ring.]

JP: Damn the Foale!

Sully: Looks like Anarkist has been "Foalled"!! Get it? Like "fooled"?

JP: Dear me…

[Foale helps Mickino to his feet and the two men stand over Anarkist's aching body.]

Sully: Haha! Anarkist is going down here on Monday Night Dynamite!

[Joe Foale grabs Anarkist by his hair and tilts his head back so that Foale is staring right into the big man's eyes. Anarkist manages to glare back and Foale says something and then pushes Anarkist back so he flops back down to the canvas. Foale runs to the turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd who respond with a huge "Joe Foale Sucks" chant!]

JP: To think that this man, last week was a popular character.

Sully: It shows how quickly things can change in the MWF!

JP: It sure does, and I don't think this will be the last we see of Anarkist and Joe Foale together...they could of been a good tag team.

Sully: But Joe Foale knew he was better than Anarkist, so he took the steps to make sure he was better. He's a smart guy.

JP: He's not smart, he's cheat, attacking from behind!

Sully: JP, for a man who is meant to know an awful lot about wrestling then you really do show an inability to agree that cheating gets you everywhere.

JP: But it doesn't....

Sully: In the world of wrestling it does!

JP: The MWF is meant to be a fair and honest place, we need a fair and honest champion like Anarkist who will bring law and order back to it.

Sully: Well Mark Rose is the MWF World Champion, so Anarkist can't be your champion!

JP: He's the fan's favourite, now all he needs is Mark Rose to show his face again and he will become the MWF World Champion.

Sully: How many times have we heard that before? Anarkist has a problem with wrestling in big events, he bottles it everytime!

["Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes hits the PA system and the crowd give a mixed reaction as Laura Walker walks out onto the entrance way, with the MWF's General Manager on her arm. She is dressed in a tight black skirt, which is a reasonable length, a black lace top reveals a bit of cleavge, and next to her fiancee her blonde hair sparkles. General Manager Fozzy is dressed in a smart black suit, and suprisingly on his shoulder is the MWF World Title!]

JP: Why the hell does he have the MWF World Title belt on his shoulder?

Sully: I don't have a clue!

JP: I have a horrible feeling about this...

[Laura Walker reaches the ring, the daughter of the MWF President bends and ducks through the ropes...Fozzy follows behind. Laura taunts to the crowd and they respond with a huge cheer, the MWF's General Manager smiles at Laura and accepts a mike from Peter Santos.]

Sully: Fozzy will have something profound to say as usual...I hope it takes a long time so we can see more of Laura!

JP: Sex on legs...is that all you ever see women as Sully?

[The MWF's General Manager raises the mike to his lips, and in a loud and clear voice, sounding very formal.]

Fozzy: The MWF World Title....has been vacated!

[The crowd all look confused, Laura smiles and claps her fiancee, Fozzy remains calm.]

JP: What!?

Sully: How?

Fozzy: The MWF World Title was vacated earlier today, when the Illinois Police Department called us to inform us they had a warrant to arrest Mark Rose on charges of fraud....and attempted murder. We of course co-operated as fully as possible, and Mark Rose was arrested last night by the Iowa Police Department and has been transported back to Chicago for questioning.

[The crowd now understand, and a small murmur goes around the arena.]

Fozzy: This of course leaves us with the question, just who will be the next MWF World Champion?

[A large section of the crowd begin to chant the name of "Anarkist", a few "King!" chants are heard and one lonely female voice screams "Jay-Z". Fozzy smiles.]

Fozzy: All worthy men, worthy indeed of this title. I tell you one thing, over the next few shows, myself and the MWF President...

[Fozzy has to pause as a huge set of boo's goes around the arena.]

Fozzy: We will be watching the talent and picking out two men who we want to face each other for the chance to be the next MWF World Champion. These two men will meet...they will met, on Friday 30th June, at MWF: MAYhem! Live on Pay-Per-View!

[The crowd go up at the thought of this, banners are waved and "Seven Nation Army" hits again and the General Manager helps Laura Walker from the ring and makes his way up the ring with the MWF World Title on his shoulder.]

JP: What an announcement, I wonder who it could be...

Sully: I hope they pick someone good, and if they pick Sam King, then I'll....I'll!

JP: You'll what, sit here and spit words of fury?

Sully: Sounds like a good idea.

JP: You do that anyway Sully, it is what you are paid to do. So the MWF's General Manager has announced, that at the next MWF Pay-Per-View, our first on USA Today will be called MAYhem and will feature two men vying to be the MWF World Champion.

Sully: It is going to be great JP!

JP: If we get the right men doing the job then it damn well will be, who will be there? Anarkist? The Jeopardizer? Sam King? Wildfire? Kid Insanity? Joe Foale?

Sully: The list is long, and the road is winding...

JP: And tonight one road reaches its end.

Sully: The MWF TV Title is on the line, in one of the most brutal matches that can take place...a Japanese Death Match!

JP: I can't believe what these two men are going to put themselves through, imagine if it was for the MWF World Title!

Sully: It's incredible...

JP: First we're going backstage...

[The crowd can be heard cheering as we go backstage, and our scene opens in the locker room of the MWF Tag Team Champions, Sam King and The Jeopardizer.]

Jay-Z: Ready Sam?

King: As I'll ever be.

Jay-Z: I know everyone has said this a million times, but good luck.

King: Thanks Jay, it's nice to know I'll always have your support.

Jay-Z: You sure do have my support, I'm going to be cheering you on as much as any fan in this building, I hate Wildfire as much as you do.

King: No Jay, you cannot even begin to comprehend how much I despise this man.

[King's eyes are filled with rage at the mention of Wildfire's name.]

Jay-Z: You alright man?

King: Yeah, just prepared, the very mention of his name makes my body grow with anger...and a rage boils inside of me.

Jay-Z: Well think of tonight above all else as a showcase. You saw what Fozzy just said, he'll be watching to see who should go to MAYhem and face off for the MWF World Title.

King: I'd like to be there...

Jay-Z: So would I!

King: Perhaps, it could be, The Jeopardizer versus The King, for the MWF World Title.

Jay-Z: I don't know if I could do that...

[Sam King gets to his feet, he walks slowly towards the door of the locker room, he turns back to The Jeopardizer and gives a heavy sigh, then a faint smile to his tag team partner.]

King: Sometimes we all have to do things we don't want to, but tonight I do something that I have to do. You stay here Jay, keep your head down, I have to do this on my own.

[King walks out and closes the door, the camera is still inside the room, "Jay-Z" shakes his head.]

Jay-Z: Best of luck buddy...best of luck...

[The camera cuts back to the arena and to the familar faces of John Pilkington and Tim Sullivan.]

Sully: If you ask me then The Jeopardizer doesn't seem too confident about his tag team partner.

JP: Yes he is, he believes in King. Sam is like a big brother to The Jeopardizer.

Sully: Then why isn't he helping out big brother tonight?

JP: Because this is personal now, Wildfire and Sam King, it has crossed that line.

Sully: What do you mean?

JP: It's crossed the line, the line between emotion and sanity, this isn't just a match anymore. This is personal and the loser tonight will be so demoralised they may as Wildfire said "run and hide in the shadows".

Sully: I hope Wildfire doesn't lose, or we may not see him again!