[The crowd pop as "Bliss" by Muse bounces through the MWF PA system and the fans display their banners to the camera as it moves around the arena in Springfield, Illinois.]

JP: Hello and welcome to the MWF's Monday Night Dynamite, and tonight is going to be huge isn't it Sully?

Sully: It sure is, I can't wait to see Kid Insanity back in the ring.

JP: Kid made his big return to the MWF and is firing on all cylinders and is looking ready.

Sully: He'll brush Jay-Z aside.

JP: No he won't, the Xtreme Champion is not going to just let Kid walk all over him!

Sully: ....that's what you think JP.

JP: That's what I know, besides Jay-Z has Sam King backing him up.

Sully: Sam King! Sam bloody King, everyone is always raving about him in the MWF, but the guys an asshole really.

JP: He does more for the MWF than you Sullivan!

Sully: Enough of that! Did you know JP that we have someone to join us for the first match tonight?

JP: What do you mean?

Sully: Look up there.

[The crowd look up to the entrance way and former MWF wrestler Thunder Bull is walking slowly down the entrance way.]

JP: Thunder Bull?

Sully: Yeah, Fozzy booked him to commentate with us for the first match tonight.

[The crowd are giving a good response to Thunder Bull as he walks down the ramp, his arm is in a sling but his black hair is slicked back and he smiles at the crowd and offers high fives with his good hand.]

JP: He's been tipped for a summer comeback, so I believe.

Sully: Certainly has some fan support out here.

JP: Short cuttings have been shown of this guy, and the crowd are lapping it up. He could be a real success in the MWF if he really puts the effort in then I am sure he'll get his reward.

Sully: I am sure he will.

[Thunder Bull reaches the announce table and he shakes the hands of JP and Sully, before sitting beside JP.]

JP: Great to see you again Thunder Bull!

Thunder Bull: Thanks JP, and Sully, it is great to be back in the MWF arena and I'm ready to return when I get the go ahead from the medical staff.

Sully: That arm looks bad.

Thunder Bull: It's not as bad as it looks, should be healed in two to three weeks, and then in another week or so after that I can hit the ring and get training.

JP: That's great news, not just for you but for the MWF as well.

Thunder Bull: Indeed it is, the MWF seems a little sparse on big talent and I think I can provide something the fans will want to see.

Sully: Oh yeah?

Thunder Bull: They don't have anyone to love, I can be that one.

Sully: Yeah, sure you can, but what these fans need more than anything is real talent, don't see you possessing much of that boy!

JP: Lets just focus on this match shall we?

[Suddenly "First Time" by Finger Eleven roars from the PA system and the crowd come alive as Chris Drebbin walks down to the ring. He has a mike in his hand and he high fives the crowd.]

Sully: What the hell is Drebbin doing out here?

JP: Not a clue!

Thunder Bull: Who is Chris Drebbin?

JP: A new MWF recruit, picked up an important debut win over Bandit last week on Dynamite.

Sully: Got a little bit of talent then.

[Drebbin climbs into the ring and the crowd respond well as he raises his arms to the crowd, he flexes his muscles and shouts into the mike.]

Drebbin: What you see in this ring...is a determined young man....you see a man who has seen and done a lot of things. But....you also see a man, who should be on this MWF card tonight, but I'm ignored, do you the fans want one of the MWF's best new talents ignored?

[The crowd respond with a "Hell No!", Drebbin smiles and nods before launching into another verbal blast.]

Drebbin: You know, I've been sitting around this place....just waiting for a chance to prove myself, and I've been thinking "How can they deny you Chris?", "How can they deny such a great wrestler his opportunity?". I'm a guy from Colorado, I've never had much...and now I have something...I have the MWF and I am out here to ask, to plead, just listen to me you crooked sons of bitches! President Edward Walker, book me in a god damn match!

[Drebbin throws the mike down and climbs out from the ring, the crowd cheering at his defiance of the MWF President.]

JP: Chris Drebbin really pumped there, and sending a clear message to the MWF President.

Sully: That crook Walker, he isn't going to book some job like Drebbin in a match is he?

JP: I don't know, if he does then he will make it difficult for the man from Colorado.

Thunder Bull: Drebbin ain't the biggest of guys, and he isn't the quickest...so if Ed stuck him against someone big we could see Drebbin getting a real thumping.

Sully: Shame you can't wrestle Bull, I'm sure you'd take him out.

Thunder Bull: I'm sure I could!

[Drebbin has reached the entrance ramp, he looks back towards the ring and then turns back towards the entrance way only to be met by a strong right hand.]

JP: Holy mother of....it's Rick Jones!

Sully: Go Rick!

Thunder Bull: He isn't meant to be out here yet?

Sully: Looks like the party started early!

[Rick "Acid" Jones lays another right hand into Chris Drebbin, Drebbin attempts to block a punch but "Acid" kicks Drebbin's defense away and slams his right hand hard into the chest of Drebbin...Drebbin is doubled up and "Acid" grabs him and the crowd jeer as Jones hits a DDT onto the entrance way, Drebbin's head bouncing off the floor.]

JP: That entrance way doesn't give much!

Thunder Bull: It sure don't....and I should know.

Sully: I bet you do...

[Rick Jones wipes his hands on the shirt of Chris Drebbin before spitting down on him, Jones turns back and walks back through the entrance curtain leaving Drebbin downed on the entrance way.]

JP: That was crazy!

Thunder Bull: Why did he attack him like that?

Sully: Because he insulted the MWF President...and Jones has got himself inolved with Mr.Walker.

JP: What an idiot, who would want to be involved with the MWF President?

Thunder Bull: Well it has its perks I'm sure...but Jones took out Drebbin savagely there.

Sully: All makes for good entertainment and I can't wait to see Jones up next.

JP: These two men met as part of a fatal four way at March Madness and I tell you their rivalry has grown no end since then and is reaching completely new heights.

Sully: They've promised to take it a step further tonight.

JP: I hope they do.

Thunder Bull: They both seem to have solid wrestling skills, and Maimer getting that victory was very important.

Sully: What sort of damage does it do to a wrestler when your opponent gets the first win?

Thunder Bull: It's very hard in your mind to believe it has happened, you try and shut it out but sometimes that doesn't work.

JP: They always say the first win is very important, a bit like the first goal in football.

Sully: Or in any sport for that matter.

Thunder Bull: I believe both these men are looking for a permanent contract?

JP: Matt Moore already has one.

Sully: Yeah, they let the bastard in.

Thunder Bull: I am sure he has talent then...

Sully: Talent, you wouldn't know the meaning of the word!

Peter Santos: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from Brooklyn, weighing in at 250 lbs, Matt Moore!

[The crowd cheer as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson plays over the PA system and "The Maimer" Matt Moore walks down to the ring.]

JP: Good young wrestler is Matt Moore, only twenty-one but already making huge waves here in the MWF, and this feud with Rick Jones is going to grow and grow.

Thunder Bull: When I was first injured he was just beginning to come to the MWF, and now it looks like he truly has arrived.

Sully: He's not that good, this next guy is what the fuss is all about...

Peter Santos: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 lbs., from Montreal, Quebec and accompanied by Amanda, Rick "Acid" Jones!

[The crowd jeer as "Acid" comes through the entrance curtain to the sounds of AC/DC's "Wherever I May Roam", he struts down the ramp pointing at Matt Moore and Amanda holds the middle rope down and Rick climbs into the ring and gets in the face of Matt Moore.]

Sully: That's what we need some more of, some real attitude in this place!

Thunder Bull: The MWF has so much attitude it's impossible to sign it all up.

JP: We do seem to sign most things that come our way.

Sully: It's part of Ed's open plan policy or something or other, he thinks he owns this place but really he's just a fake businessman.

Thunder Bull: Poor Ed, I just can't understand what happened.

JP: I can...he took us all for fools!

Sully: Do you reckon that Ed will show his face tonight? To take a look at Rick "Acid" Jones again?

JP: He did last week, so he may well do it again, very strange that was.

[The bell sounds and Chad Pattison checks both men before ordering the fight to commence, he waves his arms and the two men immediately lock-up. The crowd roar as Moore wins the first grapple, sending Jones to the mat with an arm drag. Moore is around thirty pounds heavier and he drops an elbow on the vody of the smaller Jones. "Acid" rolls and gets to his feet and hits a punch to the mid-section of "The Maimer", Moore is sent into the ropes, he comes running back and Jones catches him and sends him flying for a belly-to-belly suplex. Moore goes back over the head "Acid" and Jones immediately covers "The Maimer", Pattison counts...1..! Moore rolls the shoulder and powers off the canvas.]

Thunder Bull: Very entertaining opening, obviously I could do better.

JP: I am sure you could...

Sully: You probably couldn't, wouldn't it be interested if the returning MWF wrestlers had to go through the Temp Roster period to make it all fair.

Thunder Bull: Sounds like a bad idea to me!

[Moore is back on his feet and he sprints to the ropes and comes running back, "Acid" looks to hit a clothesline on Moore but Moore's momentum and awareness allow him to duck and he comes back off the ropes and hits a dropkick straight into the face of "Acid" who falls back onto the canvas. Moore taunts to the crowd on the near side and they clamber to their feet as "The Maimer" begins his attack on Rick Jones. Matt Moore picks up Rick Jones and places him in a headlock, he leans on Jones heavily and using his weight advantage he tightens the hold, Jones' legs struggle to bear the weight of "The Maimer", Amanda cheers Jones on from ringside.]

Sully: Rick Jones' wife certainly is lovely isn't she?

JP: Didn't notice her.

Thunder Bull: She sure is, looks like one of those easy women though.

Sully: I'd watch your mouth Bull, Jones is only in that ring.

Thunder Bull: Like I'm scared of some half-ass rookie?

[Rick Jones is now suspended in the air, Matt Moore holding up "Acid" as screaming to the fans as he brings Rick Jones down into a brainbuster, Jones' head bouncing off the canvas, Matt Moore hooks the leg as the fans count...1....2! Jones is not down, and he kicks out with a renewed vigour.]

JP: Oh damn!

[Jones struggles back to his feet, rolling his neck, Moore takes him down with a side-walk slam, Jones is back on the mat again. Moore walks towards the turnbuckle and points upwards, the crowd roar in response and Amanda screams her annoyance at ringside and attempts to rouse her sleeping husband. Matt Moore head up to the top rope, he balances his big frame and takes slgiht....the crowd roar as he comes crashing down...but "Acid" manages to roll out of the way and Matt Moore's top-rope splash has him connecting with the mat! He holds his ribs and rolls across the ring, Rick Jones is laid out on the canvas as well.]

Thunder Bull: Both men are down, this is great!

JP: It sure is excellent wrestling!

Sully: Great move by Rick Jones there to get himself out of danger...he could have lost it all then.

["Acid" is first up and he walks over to where Matt Moore is laying, he takes Moore by the head and drags him across to the turnbuckle. Moore collapses to sit leaning against the turnbuckle as Jones' stomps on Moore's chest, Moore's hurt ribs are giving him more pain as Jones' puts the boot to Moore.]

JP: That's cheating, he knows that Moore has injured ribs!

Sully: It's called tactics, ain't that right Bull?

Thunder Bull: Yeah...

["Acid" takes Moore and lifts him up to the top rope, Rick Jones quickly climbs up to be balanced on the rope rope. The crowd boo and jeer as Jones' lands a few extra right hands to the head of Moore to keep him still, he loops his arm over Moore and lifts him....."The Maimer" is sent flying to the canvas on the wrong end of a top rope suplex! Jones' comes down next to him and puts his arm over for the cover, Chad Pattison counts....1....2! Moore gets the shoulder up to the ovation of the crowd.]

Sully: How the hell did he do that?

Thunder Bull: Adrenaline Sully, pure adrenaline.

JP: It's so vital in this business.

[The crowd jeer as MWF President Edward Walker strolls down the entrance ramp, Amanda turns to greet the President and she shakes his hand, he smiles at her and looks up and down her and then turns his attention to the ring.]

JP: He's down here again!

Sully: Presumably to watch Rick Jones, or is it Matt Moore?

Thunder Bull: I think it would be Jones, especially after what we saw at Dynamite.

[Rick Jones is watching the MWF President and hasn't noticed that Matt Moore has got to his feet and is behind him. "Acid" turns around and is sent flying back down to the mat as Moore plants his foot on the chin of "Acid" with a destructive superkick, The Krippler. "Acid" is down on the canvas and Moore hooks the leg as Pattison counts...1...2...3!]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, "The Maimer", Matt Moore!

JP: What a win for the youngster!

Sully: The MWF President came to watch Rick Jones and ended up costing him the match!

Thunder Bull: Well any presence at ringside is always going to be distracting.

JP: I am sure it must be, and to have the MWF President at ringside must be even more distracting!

[Matt Moore climbs the turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd as "Beautiful People" hits the PA system, Amanda slides into the ring and helps her husband come around. MWF President Edward Walker walks slowly up the entrance ramp, ignoring the fans who are howling for his blood on either side.]

Sully: Those fans sure want a piece of the MWF President!

Thunder Bull: I guess I am going to leave you now.

JP: Been a pleasure to have you sitting with us today Bull, and it will be great to see you back in the ring.

Sully: Sure will! Be great to see you getting your ass kicked.

Thunder Bull: I've missed this place, but soon I will be back to wreck havoc amongst the quiet rings of the MWF.

JP: I'm sure you will just do that.

[Rick Jones is on his feet now, Matt Moore is walking back up the entrance ramp, glacing back to the ring where "Acid" gestures at "The Maimer" to come back and fight him again, suddenly Thunder Bull who we presumed was leaving slides into the ring.]

Sully: What the hell is he doing?

JP: He's crazy to get in the ring!

[Rick Jones turns round to see Thunder Bull standing there, Amanda holds her husband close as Thunder Bull walks towards Jones, his arm still in a sling.]

Sully: Thunder Bull's going to get his puny ass kicked all the way to Ohio!

[Jones suddenly runs forward and grabs the arm of Thunder Bull, Thunder Bull screams as Jones wrenches the arm down onto the canvas and Amanda runs out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Rick Jones stomps his foot down hard on the half healed arm of Thunder Bull.]

JP: This is uncalled for!

[Rick Jones has a look of anger on his face as he drags Thunder Bull to his feet and the crowd boo loudly as Rick Jones hits a huge DDT onto the canvas, shaking the ring and sending Thunder Bull's body harsly to the mat. Amanda slides back into the ring and Rick Jones takes the steel chair from her....he places it on the arm of Thunder Bull and then climbs the turnbuckle.]

Sully: Okay this is going a bit too far...

JP: Too far, he has attacked a defenceless man!

Sully: This is the MWF JP, anything can happen.

["Acid" taunts from the turnbuckle and the crowd jeer as he leaps off and leg drops onto the chair, which drives itself into the arm of Thunder Bull....Thunder Bull passes out from the pain of such an impact and Rick Jones stands towering over the grounded Thunder Bull. Matt Moore who is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with a horrified look on his face watches on as Jones hauls Thunder Bull to his feet once more, Thunder Bull collapses onto Jones and "Acid" pushes Bull to the mat. Rick Jones takes the hand of Amanda and raises it as the couple embrace in the ring.]

JP: Rick Jones is an animal!

Sully: This crowd certainly don't seem to have taken to him.

JP: And where was Matt Moore, or anyone for that matter, they could have stopped this!

[Medics sprint down to the ring as Rick Jones exists and they tend to Thunder Bull who is put onto a stretcher and oxygen is pumped into him.]

JP: These are shocking scenes and shocking times.

Sully: They really are, lets hope we don't lose anymore to injury.

[The camera goes backstage and we are with the MWF's General Manager, Fozzy, and his fiancee, the daughter of the MWF President, Laura Walker. The couple are sitting on a sofa, Fozzy's arm draped around Laura's pale shoulders, her blonde her looking as radiant as ever. They are watching the attack on Chris Drebbin by Rick Jones.]

Laura: Drebbin has some spirit...

Fozzy: [growls] Not enough of it, that Jones fella has the ability to go far.

Laura: You going to sign him up?

Fozzy: Depends, he hasn't won a match yet.

Laura: I am sure he will, I say you stick him against Drebbin next week....

Fozzy: Why's that?

Laura: So, my darling, Drebbin can walk all over him and show my father he can't play toy soldiers with the MWF roster.

[Fozzy strokes the cheek of Laura, she flinches.]

Fozzy: Now that, is an excellent idea.

[Fozzy kisses her on the cheek, she turns her cheek and her lips touch his, the camera fades back to JP and Sully.]

Sully: Whoah! Fozzy getting in on some action there.

JP: It's strange to think that Fozzy will soon be the son-in-law of the MWF President.

Sully: What I want to know is when is the wedding....Laura Walker in a wedding dress!

JP: She's only been here five minutes and you're already having fantasies.

Sully: Not a bad thing JP, just proves im old imagination is still working.

JP: Perverted you are....but anyway, next match is going to be a real cracker.

Sully: Or lame, it has Sam King in it.

JP: I shall never understand your hatred for Sam King, he really is one of a kind, an all round superstar!

Sully: I like Kid Insanity's saying for him, Sam Queen, excellent and witty. That's what Kid Insanity has, that spark of comedy.

JP: And Sam King doesn't?

Sully: He's about as exciting as watch the Queen of England undress!

[The camera quickly cuts before Sully can continue, we're backstage with The Jeopardizer, he is standing with Ian Gonzales, Sam King walks up behind him and the MWF Tag Team Champions shake the hand of Gonzales.]

Gonzales: Guys, big night tonight, both of you in singles action. King, you have Bandit, in well a matter of minutes.

King: I sure do, and I am going to go out there tonight and do what I have to do.

Gonzales: And that is?

King: Show Bandit just why he isn't even fit enough to grace the MWF's Temp roster, I've seen more talent in my own cooking skills than he has in the ring.

[The Jeopardizer and Sam King laugh at King's joke, Gonzales laughs politely.]

Gonzales: And Jay-Z, you ready for your Main Event tonight?

Jay-Z: Of course I'm ready, the thrill of wrestling the top match on any card, in any company, at any event, cannot be matched and it is what I live for.

[The Jeopardizer looks straight into the camera.]

Jay-Z: It's time for all the jokes to stop Kid, it is time for the MWF to realise that you will never be the Main Event...you aren't even fit to lick Shawn O'Connor's boots let alone strut around like you're the next Ross Allen. Now that man was a Main Eventer.

[Sam King and Ian Gonzales and a number of staff nearby nod and mutter in agreement.]

Jay-Z: That man was an inspiration....now what do you inspire Kid Insanity? Who the hell do you inspire apart from Screwloose? No-one, that is who, you can't even inspire yourself Kid Insanity! You have some illusion in your mind, of you being able to step into the ring with the Ross Allen's of this world....no dis-respect to myself or King....but if you can't even beat us then you're not fit to get in the ring with the Main Event of this company.

Gonzales: Big words there Jay-Z, can I just ask you about Wildfire?

King: I think you'd be better off asking me about that.....

Gonzales: Okay, King, you and Wildfire have really been "hitting it off" recently, can you shed anymore light?

King: Well I've accepted a match with the MWF's TV Champion at Monday Night Dynamite last week....and I fully expect it to be a good match. I'm ready to win yet another title in the MWF, and if I have to beat the cocky Wildfire to do it then I will do just that.

Gonzales: He'd better be careful then....good luck tonight guys, I know the crowd and everyone here will be rooting for you.

Jay-Z and King: Thanks Ian!

[King and Jay-Z walk towards the ring entrance, The Jeopardizer explaining something to King as the camera goes back to the arena and to JP and Sully.]

JP: See...such a tight unit those two men are, no wonder they are going to be the greatest MWF tag team.

Sully: According to you they already are?

JP: Not just yet, but I think they're getting closer, everyday that goes past is another notch on there title reign.

Sully: It has certainly been a long while since they won those belts.

JP: You thought Nova and Bandit would offer some sort of fight, but did they hell?

Sully: For about two weeks they had King and Jay-Z all over the place.

JP: But they regrouped...and are now a formidable force, not just as a team but now by themselves.

Sully: Hmmmm, well lets just see if King can put another win in the bag shall we?