["U-Mass" by Pixies hits the PA system and Monday Night Dynamite hits the PA system, the small amount of pyro explodes from the entrance way and the small crowd of some nine hundred greet the start of the show with applause and cheering.]

JP: Welcome to the MWF's, Monday Night Dynamite!

Sully: I can't wait for tonight, it's going to be better than the first two shows put together JP.

JP: What makes you say that?

Sully: Don't ask me, I just feel it in my bones, I mean the matches we have tonight are so well put together and the main event.

JP: I agree, Ross Allen and Anarkist, it's like a great storm building those two, and I feel tonight is going to be but a shower.

Sully: And the tag match to kick off the show is going be something...The Grudge and Allen are taking on King and Jay-Z, these four men are beginning to be encased in hatred.

[The camera cuts backstage and we see Anarkist walking down the corridor, he is walking with a confident air as he turns the corner he bumps into another MWF wrestler, Supreme.]

JP: Oh dear Supreme I wouldn't go bumping into Anarkist

Supreme: Hey big guy watch where you're going will you?

[Anarkist just stands there staring at Supreme.]

Supreme: Didn't you hear me?

Anarkist: I heard you.

Supreme: Well aren't you going to apologise?

Anarkist: No.

Supreme: What's wrong with you, got some kind of a complex or something?

Anarkist: No.

Supreme: Come on Mr.Monosyllabic, I don't have time for all this.

[Supreme pushes past Anarkist and walks off round the corner, Anarkist puts his fist into the palm of his hand and cracks his knuckles.]

Sully: Supreme is going to catch it with an attitude like that.

JP: I know, he was lucky Anarkist didn't knock him out right there.

Peter Santos: This match is a standard Tag Team contest, and on their way to the ring at this time, weighing in at a combined weight of 479 lbs, The Grudge and Ross Allen!

[The crowd roar as Ross Allen and The Grudge appear together on the entrance way, with 'The Grudge' by Tool playing over the PA system.]

Peter Santos: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 455 lbs, Sam King and The Jeopardizer!

[Our Lady Peace hits the PA system and Sam King and The Jeopardizer walk confidently down the aisle towards the ring, pumping the crowd up for the contest.]

JP: Ladies and Gentlemen, the tag team match is about to begin, and at ringside, along with Sully and myself, is the MWF's General Manager, Fozzy.

Sully: Hey Fozzy.

Fozzy: Hey guys, lets get this show on the road, I've got women to attend to, and women have got to attend to me!

[Reckless Ross Allen and The Grudge stand in their corner, discussing who should fight first. Seconds later Grudge steps into the centre of the ring, and Reckless smiles, before stepping onto the apron. Jay-Z moves to the centre also, as Sam King leans in the corner. The bell sounds, and Grudge dodges a kick to the gut, and hits a fist to the jaw of Jay-Z. He throws him into the ropes and hits a back drop when he returns. With Jay-Z on the floor, he hits a forearm to the throat and picks the foe up. Jay-Z swings behind Grudge and hits a German suplex and holds for the pin. 1.2.kick out.]

JP: Grudge might be in trouble. Maybe he should tag?

Sully: I doubt Ross Allen wants that, John. He's got another match later tonight.

Fozzy: Against Anarkist, that big. giant. freak.

[Grudge crawls towards Ross Allen, but the Reckless One doesn't seem too happy to tag. Luckily for him, Jay-Z pulls Grudge back into the middle of the ring. He sends a harsh stomp to the back of Grudge's head, and tags Sam King. Jay-Z picks up Grudge and holds him in a full nelson. Sam goes for a superkick, but Grudge drops and The Jeapardizer takes it in the nose.]

Fozzy: Dear me!

Sully: Not impressed?

Fozzy: Not much.

[Jay-Z drops down limp and Sam, panicking, quickly pounces on Grudge, but as Grudge gets up, he headbutts King in the groin. Grudge grabs Sam King, and hits the Grudge Effect.]

Sully: Ow! No!

JP: The Double Arm DDT!

[Grudge goes for the cover, but Jay-Z, with a bloody nose, forearms Grudge over the head and leaves the ring. Grudge moves to Ross Allen, and Reckless reluctantly makes the tag. Sam King stands up, dazed, and stares Ross Allen right in the eye. Allen darts forward but suddenly stops as Anarkist's music hits.]

JP: ANARKIST?! WHAT THE HELL IS ANARKIST DOING HERE?!

Fozzy: Would you shut up? You're burstin' my drums!

Sully: He's got something to settle with every man. Now is the time to settle it!

[Anarkist sprints to the ring. Sam King and Ross Allen turn their attention to the monster, whilst Grudge and Jay-Z take a breather. Not wanting to affect the matches result, Sam King takes the referee out with a DDT.]

JP: King means business tonight, Fozzy!

Fozzy: Those referees cost money.

[Anarkist hits the ring. King is the first to attack, using his brute power, Anarkist lifts King onto his shoulder and slams him to the mat. Reckless quickly slides from the ring and collects a steel chair from under the ring. As he does so, Jay-Z and Grudge enter the ring, either man at each side of Anarkist. Wasting no time, he grabs Jay-Z and Grudge by their throats and chokeslams them both!]

JP: DEAR GOD!

[Ross Allen re-enters the ring with the folding chair in hand and speeds at Anarkist. Pumped to the max with adrenaline and fury, Anarkist uses the palm of his hand to thrust the chair into Allen's face. Reckless goes down and Anarkist picks up the chair, looking down at the devastation he has caused.]

Fozzy: What an idiot.

[Fozzy pulls away his headset and leaves the announcer's table. He slides into the ring, with a microphone. Anarkist looks on, in interest as to what the GM has to say. Fozzy steps over the limp body of Ross Allen, and stands before Anarkist. The crowd jeer.]

Fozzy: There's only one person who has the authority to do things like that, and it's not you. it's me! You've just put an end to a match that was almost over anyway, so what was the point? This company is nothing but a shame to the wrestling business, and I don't know why I'm even here! There's nothing I can do to reshape this place! You're just a big ape aren't you?

[Anarkist holds the chair above his head and is about to bring it crashing down on Fozzy's head, when "Comeback" by the Foo Fighters hits the PA system. Fozzy mumbles to himself.]

Fozzy: What the hell does he want?

[Ed Walker, the MWF's President walks down the ramp and enters the ring in a calm, sophisticated manner. The fans cheer like crazy as he snatches the microphone from Fozzy and stands by Anarkist.]

Ed: You don't know when to close your big mouth, do you Fozz? This company is rocketing through the ranks and we're heading to the top! [Crowd cheer] and it seems you want to pull it down? [Crowd jeer] You've done nothing for this place, every time I enter your office there's a cheap hoe posing on your desk! You do less than Ian Portway with four hands! Fozzy, I suggest you leave now before I do something I regret.

[Ed steps closer to Fozzy, and they meet toe-to-toe. Both men push Anarkist to the side and the fans cheer, begging for a fight between the two men. Their foreheads butt as they push each other back and forth. Anarkist lifts his chair high again, and brings it down on Ed and Fozzy's head!]

Sully: Anarkist doesn't want to leave anyone standing! No matter how important they are or not!

[Anarkist leaves the ring and disappears up the ramp. The stunned referee opens his eyes to see all men knocked out, including Ed and Fozzy. He frowns in confusion, but spots The Grudge throwing his arm over Sam King ...1...2...3!]

JP: But King...what Grudge...

Sully: Who was the legal man?

JP: I don't think it matters because The Grudge has got the win.

Peter Santos: And your winners, through pinfall, Ross Allen and The Grudge!