[Fireworks burst from the pyrotechnic devices as MWF Dynamite hits the airwaves. The small crowd is beaming with energy, ready to enjoy the packed show about to transpire. JP and Sully sit in their trademark position at ringside.]

JP: Good evening everybody and welcome to another addition of MWF Dynamite! We've got a hell of a show tonight, right Sully?

Sully: Hell yeah! We open the show with the Kid versus Kidd match!

JP: That's right. The big talent Kid Insanity will face the big newcomer Kidd Kidman. Will Kidman's ego proved a big enough asset or will he have to show us some wrestling moves too?

Sully: Kid Insanity is gonna walk all over him. We're also gonna see the number one contender for the Xtreme Title decided. It's either gonna be Matt Moore…or the Desired Toe! What a great champion he'd make, JP.

JP: And the two remaining members of the Canadian Connection do battle for the Tag Team Titles. Sam King and The Jeapardizer better get ready for some serious screwage.

Sully: Huh? Speaking of the Canadian Connection, Fozzy was backstage earlier today, and apparently had something to say about their "screwage" technique.

[We cut to the backstage footage where General Manager Fozzy uses a vending machine. He drops a coin into the slot and presses several drink buttons at a time, attempting to cheat the machine out of a few cans. Two sodas fall to the basket.]

Fozzy: Yes!

[Fozzy collects his drinks and stands. He turns to walk down the corridor but Rick Jones stands in his way. "Acid" Jones gives Fozzy a slight shove and knocks the cans from his cradling arms.]

Fozzy: You wanna pick those up, Ricky?

Rick Jones: Do it yourself, Fozzy.

Fozzy: You are the definition of "bitch" you know that?

Rick Jones: That's where you're wrong. I'm the definition of Canada!

Fozzy: If that's what you like to call it. Now get out of my way you screwing bastard.

Rick Jones: What did you just say?

[Fozzy kneels to the ground, takes his drinks and stands. He presses one of the cold sodas to Rick's forehead.]

Fozzy: Sweating a bit aren't you Ricky.

[We cut back to JP and Sully. JP smiles slightly as Sully shakes his head.]

Sully: You can't treat talent like that!

JP: Should be interesting to see where that goes. Our Main Event, folks, will see Joe Foale and Anarkist settle their differences. Joe Foale has shown great promise this past week. His last promotional blew me away.

Sully: Lets hope Anarkist blows him away tonight! I'm no fan of Anarkist but no one likes to see a giant crush a midget more than me!

JP: Joe Foale is no midget! Anarkist is just huge.

Sully: Exactly!

JP: Now for the first match…

versus

Kid Insanity

Singles Match

Referee: Grant August

Peter Santos: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

["In The End" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and Kidd Kidman jogs out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd responds with vigorous cheers as Kidd smiles and hops down the ramp.]

Peter Santos: Hailing from Manchester, England, weighing in at 210 pounds…the "Ruthless Rookie" Kidd Kidman!

[Kidd slides into the ring and hits the ropes with style. "Insane, Insane, Insane" hits the PA system as Kid Insanity speeds through the curtain. He mouths the words of his song to the crowd and they mouth it straight back, but with a little more abuse between words.]

Crowd: FUCKING INSANELY STUPID! FUCKING INSANELY STUPID!

Peter Santos: And the opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds…Kid Insanity!

[Kid ignores the crowds words and sprints to the ring. The bell sounds as he finds his feet in front of Kidd Kidman, who doesn't back down. The "Ruthless Rookie" strikes first with a kick to the gut. He sends Kid Insanity into the ropes and drops to the floor. Kid leaps over his body, turns and drops a huge elbow drop. Kidman rolls from trouble and swings at Kid Insanity with a leg sweep. Kid dodges with a jump and rolls out of harms way. Both wrestlers stand a distance apart as the crowd cheer.]

JP: An energetic start to the match. Neither man has hit anything truly effective yet though!

[Both men hit opposite ropes and run at each other. Kidman goes for the clothesline but Kid ducks underneath and hits a running neckbreaker. Kid stands as Kidman slowly gets up. He wraps his arms round Kidd and hits a German suplex, holding it for the cover. Referee Grant August counts. 1…2…kick out!]

Sully: Kid is kickin' ass! Just how it should be.

JP: I'm sure Kidd Kidman has more in his system. Just watch!

[Kid rolls from Kidd's body and climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope. Kidman stands and looks to Insanity, who leaps with a cross body…Kidd Kidman counters with a dropkick! Kid Insanity is caught off guard in mid-air and tumbles to the floor. Kidman lifts Kid Insanity and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. He holds Insanity down for the pin. 1…2…shoulder up! Kid Insanity jumps up faster than Kidd Kidman. Both men circle the ring and then clutch together in a grapple. Kidman jabs the abdomen of Kid and hooks his leg for a fisherman's suplex. He hits it but fails to hold for the pin as Kid Insanity rolls across the mat, turns and hits an elbow drop before Kidman can stand.]

JP: This match could go either way now, King!

Sully: Kid's got it! Not Kidd!

[Kid Insanity lifts Kidd Kidman and takes him to the corner, lifting him onto the top rope so he sits on the turnbuckle. Kid also ascends the turnbuckle, taking Kidd to the top rope where Insanity balances them both. Within an instant, Kid Insanity lifts Kidd Kidman and holds him vertically for several moments…he drops…INSANE BRAINBUSTER!

JP: OH MY GOD! HE COULD'VE ENDED THIS KIDD'S CAREER!

[The move has devastated Kid Insanity too. His arm stretches over Kid Insanity and his foot rests on the bottom rope near the corner. Referee August counts. 1…2…3! Kid doesn't move. Nor does Kidd. The bell sounds.]

Peter Santos: The winner of the match…Ki-

[Grant August waves his hands, cutting Peter Santos from his announcement. He points towards Kid Insanity's foot that remains on the bottom rope.]

Grant August: Using the ropes as leverage! I reverse my decision! This match will continue!

[The bell rings again and the crowd await the "kids" to move.]

Sully: Grant August! That dithering old fool! I can't believe he got my hopes up like that!

JP: It has to be said &endash; Kids foot on the rope was unintentional.

[Kidd Kidman slowly climbs the same turnbuckle. The fans cheer as he leaps into the air and hits the Shooting Star Press. The move barely connects, but its enough to finish the already hurting Kid Insanity. Kidman's leg hangs loosely over Kid's chest. 1…2…3! Grant August gives the definitive nod.]

Peter Santos: The winner of the match…Kidd Kidman!

[Kidd attempts to crawl from the ring and Kid still doesn't move.]

JP: Well that's one for the books! What a controversial match!

Sully: Damnit! Damnit! Grant August should have his ass fired for such a stupid match.

JP: He was only doing his job...

Sully: Job! He made a mockery of referees everywhere with that performance.

JP: He's perfectly entitled to do what he did.

Sully: A rookie beats an experienced MWF wrestler, whats going on with that?

JP: Right we're off backstage before Sully blows a fuse...

[The camera cuts backstage and Mickino Thompino is walking down the corridor, the MWF's official interviewer Ian Gonzales leaps out from behind the corner and thrusts a mike at the face of Mickino "Big Daddy" Thompino.]

Mickino: Ian what the hell are you doing?

Gonzales: Got time for an interview Micky?

Mickino: I might do, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't leap out on me.

Gonzales: Not scared are you?

Mickino: No, just don't appreciate that kind of behaviour, especially from a man who is considered a professional.

Gonzales: Sorry was just trying to lighten the mood.

Mickino: There is no mood to lighten.

Gonzales: Oh, what's wrong Micky?

Mickino: That damn Chao Hierro, he shows up and runs his mouth with absolutly no respect for me.

Gonzales: What you going to do about that? I mean Chavo Hierro is a bright young star...

Mickino: Bright...young...star...the man needs his ass kicked all the way back to Spain or wherever the hell he thinks he is from. I don't want to be messing around with upstarts like him, I have bigger fish to fry.

Gonzales: You tried to fry Anarkist, but you failed on that attempt...

Mickino: That was all about luck, and Anarkist got the luck that night.

Gonzales: Sure...sure...

Mickino: Cocky son of a bitch aren't you Ian, why the new attitude?

[Chavo Heirro steps out from behind Ian Gonzales, he spits on the floor and then looks up at Mickino.]

Hierro: Because, Micky, he knows I've got his back.

Mickino: You!

Hierro: I'll see you next week Micky, in the ring, me and you.

Mickino: I'll make you scream Chavo...

[Chavo Hierro walks away as Mickino waves his arms and shouts after him.]

Mickino:....I'm going to make you bleed! I'm going to make you wish your mother had never given birth to such a foul specimen of human life!

[The camera cuts back to JP and Sully, Sully has now calmed down.]

JP: Wow! Strong words from Mickino there, he was really after Chavo in that exchange.

Sully: Both of them are evil, someone needs to sort them out once and for all.

JP: Chavo is going to get what is coming to him, Mickino and Chavo, one on one next week on Monday Night Dynamite, going to be a hell of a match.

Sully: Sure will be, Mickino will probably just squash Chavo with his giant feet.

JP: They're like boats those shoes, I don't know how he manages to get around in them.

Sully: He manages by the looks of it, must be like having weights attached to your legs!

JP: Haha! Very true Sully.

Sully: What we got next JP?

JP: It's a big match this one, the MWF Xtreme Title shot is at steak as Matt Moore and The Desired Toe are having a match which could shape their futures in the MWF.

Sully: The Desired Toe, he disrespects everything and everyone who is American.

JP: Damn him and his crew, I hope Moore rips right through them tonight.

Sully: Moore has the great Tempest in his corner, he can't lose.

JP: Don't make such bold assumptions, The Desired Toe and the rest of the "Connection" have great form going into this match.

Sully: The formbook never counted for much to me, I think it is all a loud of nonsense, I mean just because Toe might have won a few matches doesn't mean that Moore can't take him down and get the three count.

JP: I hope that for the MWF's sake he can!

Sully: He'll have to contend with the "Connection", never an easy task. He always has Tempest to help though.