Peter Santos: This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring at this time, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 203 lbs., Joe Foale!

["Freak On A Leash" by KoRn hits the PA syststem and the crowd roar as Joe Foale makes his way through the entrance curtain and out onto the entrance way, he taunts to the crowd who respond with a 'Foale! Foale! Foale!' chant.]

JP: This young man has a growing reputation in the MWF.

Sully: He sure does, a growing reputation of being an asshole.

JP: Sully!

Sully: I don't like him one bit, he brings his kid backstage for Christ's sake...that is no place for a kid.

Peter Santos: And his opponent, from Boston, weighing in at 262 lbs., "The Constrictor", Tempest!

[The crowd jeer as the built frame of Tempest walks onto the entrance way to the sounds of David Bowie's "The Heart's Filthy Lesson".]

JP: Bit of a size difference tonight, Tempest is almost sixty pounds heavier than Joe Foale.

Sully: Going to make all the difference, but lets be honest, Tempest could beat Joe Foale even if Foale was sixty pounds heavier than Tempest.

JP: They say Tempest likes to 'constrict' his opponents, and tonight he is going to try and keep Foale's moves down a minimum.

Sully: Minumum, I doubt we'll see Foale hit as much as a dropkick!

[Referee Grant August checks both men and the crowd pop as the bell sounds and Foale and Tempest pace around the ring...Tempest staring at the ring while Foale looks up and down Tempest. Tempest takes a step towards Foale and then glances nervously around the ring, Foale takes the opportunity and comes forward with a right hand....it connects and Tempest goes back, Foale fires a kick into the mid-section of Tempest and the crowd roar as Joe Foale leaps up and dropkicks Tempest.]

JP: See Sully! One move... a dropkick!

Sully: Bahh!

JP: Pulled off with excellent precision and style.

[Joe Foale goes for an early cover, hooking Tempest into a manhistrol cradle, Grant August counts...1...! Tempest breaks free of the cover and retaliates...he lifts up Joe Foale and goes to whip him into the ropes. Foale goes flying into the ropes but dodges the attempted spinebuster from Tempest, he rolls over Tempest's back and comes from behind Tempest and hits a bulldog on "The Constrictor", Tempest's face smashes into the canvas.]

Sully: Ouch! That had to hurt.

JP: Tempest sure isn't 'constricting' Joe Foale tonight.

[Foale taunts to the crowd and signals to the turnbuckle, Tempest is laid out on his front and Foale climbs the turnbuckle....the crowd roar as he takes flight and drops a legdrop on the back of Tempest's neck! "The Constrictor" rolls forward holding his neck, Foale drags him back and lifts him up to his feet. Foale whips Tempest into the turnbuckle, Tempest hits the turnbuckle and collapses onto it. Foale walks over and cockily lifts Tempest up to the top rope.]

Sully: Oh no, he's taking Tempest up top.

JP: About time...

[The crowd are cheering on Joe Foale as he sets up Tempest on the top rope.....and leaps backwards and hitting a hurricanrana which sends Tempest crashing to the canvas, Foale hooks the leg....1....2! Tempest manages to kick out, but not very convincingly.]

Sully: Tempest looks out of sorts, I think that note he recieved is playing on his mind.

JP: Well, if he is as talented as you claim Sully then surely he should be able to finish off Joe Foale while thinking about a million other things?

[Foale grabs Tempest by the hair and pulls him to his feet, Tempest stands, his legs shakily holding him up, Foale walks away from Tempest and signals for his finishing move....he turns back and races towards Tempest and extends his arm and hits the Foale Pole! Tempest goes flying backwards and flips off the canvas and bounces clean head over heels, before finally collapsing to the mat.]

Sully: Oh damnit! Foale's going to get the win...

[The crowd suddenly explode as "Papercut" by Linkin Park seems to scream from the PA system and even some pyro explodes, showering red sparks around the entrance way. Through the plume of pyro comes Anarkist.]

JP: Oh my god! It's Anarkist, he's back, he's back on Monday Night Dynamite!

Sully: No, he can't be back yet!

JP: So it must of been Anarkist who sent that note?

Sully: I god damn hope not, he sounds like he's going to kill Tempest....and Joe Foale for that matter!

[Anarkist walks down the entrance ramp, focused on the ring, Joe Foale turns....his legs shaking to see the huge form of Anarkist striding towards him. Tempest is knocked out in the ring, showing no sign of life....Anarkist nears the ring, he stops just before the ropes.]

JP: Why is he stopping?

Sully: Oh I don't know!

JP: I have a feeling we're going to see "The Broken Rule" more than once tonight.

[Joe Foale backs away to the far set of ropes...and the crowd cheer as Anarkist climbs into the ring. He walks into the centre of the ring, his eyes are fixed on the small frame of Joe Foale, and he raises his hand to the crowd and as he drops it a huge ripple of sound echo's around the arena as the crowd roar, the eyes of Joe Foale are wild with fear.]

Sully: He's going to kill him, go Anarkist! Kill that upstart!

JP: No!

[Anarkist steps forward and Foale attempts to get out of the ring, but he trips and falls forward, as he looks up he sees the boot of Anarkist hurtling down and slamming hard onto his head. Anarkist grabs Joe Foale and heaves him up from the mat, he tosses Foale like he weighs nothing and the young star goes flying across to the other side of the ring. Anarkist walks towards where Foale is, Anarkist lifts him up and the crowd roar as Anarkist hits a powerbomb...Foale crashes onto the canvas, and bounces, Grant August calls for the bell.]

Peter Santos: And your winner of this match, through disqualification, Joe Foale!

JP: How the!?

Sully: That doesn't....

JP: Ohhh, Tempest, Grant August thinks Anarkist is helping Tempest.

Sully: Fool! Fool! You fool August!

[Anarkist looks down on the two bodies below him, he raises his arm to the crowd again and the huge ripple of sound goes around the arena again as the fans leap to their feet as "Papercut" plays again.]

JP: What a return, Anarkist has made a huge statement to the MWF, he is not fucking around this time.

Sully: I hope Mark Rose is ready....

JP: Where is Mark Rose?

Sully: I am sure our great World Champion is somewhere around.

JP: He hasn't been seen since March Madness, obviously scared of the competition.

Sully: Mark Rose scared? JP you do talk a lot of rubbish don't you?

JP: I know one thing for sure...

Sully: What's that?

JP: That Anarkist when he finds Mark Rose is going to rip that MWF World Title from around his waist.

Sully: He's tried so many times...and failed...and failed, and he'll fall again.

JP: I tell you someone who is going to fail tonight.

Sully: Who's that?

JP: Kid Insanity...he's up next against The Jeopardizer and I'm backing Jay-Z to keep hold of that title.

Sully: Are you insane?

JP: No Kid is.

Sully: Yes we all know that, but JP, Kid Insanity is going to destroy The Jeopardizer tonight!

JP: We'll just have to see about that.

[The Jeopardizer comes bouncing on with a confident smile on his face; he sprints down the ramp, and slides into the ring.]

Peter Santos: In the ring, from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds, the MWF Xtreme Champion. 'Jay-Z' - The Jeopardizer!

[Jay-Z tests the ropes out and stands, ready, in the centre of the ring. "Insane, Insane, Insane" hits the PA system and, after some hesitation, Kid Insanity walks out with an even more confident look on his face. Kid Insanity slowly enters the ring and the crowd boos him crazily.]

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

[The bell rings to signify the start of the match and fans start to drum up chants for The Jeopardizer. They circle each other, arms raised and poised as if ready to strike at any time. They continue to bounce around each other and Kid Insanity goes for the first strike, grabbing at Jay Z's arm, ducking under it and twisting, sending Jay Z stumbling forwards, clutching at his shoulder. Kid gets behind him, wrapping Jay Z's arm behind him as well, bellowing out to the fans, who cry back insults at him.]

JP: "Kid Insanity hooks the arm! And the fans don't like him one bit!"

[Jay Z pulls away, arm straightening out..They face each other again, Jay chewing on some gum, and flicking his arm about to get some feeling back into it. The two facing each other and circling around the ring quickly before lashing out and embracing each other into a collar-elbow tie-up. Jay Z is nailed by Kid Insanity, who knocks him down with a drop toe hold, Kid would move to lock his ankle into a lock, but Z rolls onto his back and thrusts his legs into Kid's midsection, driving him backwards with force. Kid leans against the ropes, the fans chanting Z's name..The two straighten up again, circle each other before locking up again, Z pushing Kid towards the ropes, leaning him back against it, still in the Collar-elbow tie-up. Z would grab Kid's arm, lean him further against the ropes, before whipping him forward, Z would come off the ropes as well, meeting Kid in the centre of the ring with a clothesline. The fans would be lifted greatly by this, and Z plucks Kid up by the head, lifting him and delivering a scoop slam to Kid, who connects with the ring mat harshly.]

JP: "What impact! Kid has just been thrown down by Jay Z! The fans really getting behind the Jeopardizer!"

Sully: "Idiots!"

[Kid rolls onto his feet and leans against the ropes, holding the ropes a little bit and Jay Z takes advantage, running forward dropkicking Kid over the top rope, Kid bouncing off the ring apron on the outside and collapsing to the outside of the ring. Jay Z straightens up and shakes his head a little bit, the fans chanting his name..He looks left..Then Right..He bounces off the back rope and runs for the other side, grabbing onto the bottom rope and delivering a baseball slide that connects harshly with Kid's chest, forcing him backwards and against the fan barricade. Jay Z slides under the bottom rope and grabs Kid by the head, hauling him to his feet, before running him into the barricade, the small of his back connecting against the block. The fans would cheers with great approval. Kid would scream, holding his back, and Jay would raise Kid to his feet, rolling him back into the ring. Sliding in after him, he would lay across him, no leg hooked.]

JP: "Jay Z has the cover. He's not got the leg hooked. One..And Kid Insanity kicks out after one."

[Jay Z kneels back, before hopping to his feet and plucking up Kid by his arm, and twisting it, grabbing his head underneath his arm and delivering him a delayed vertical suplex. He'd slap the canvas, before climbing onto his knees and going to lock Kid's head into a headlock, the fanbase really getting powerfully behind Jay Z. Kid cries out, hands twitching a little as the lock on his skull is tightened.. He's struggle, moving to the side of Jay Z, leaning back and thrusting Z forwards, off the opposite ropes and delivering a clothesline to the rebounding Jay Z. Kid would slap his hands together dramatically, stomping around the ring, grinning to the fans, before yelling out and pointing a finger directly to his temple. He'd move towards the fallen Jay Z and drag him over to a corner, where he'd begin to stomp him down harshly. The fans would continue to get behind Jay Z, even as he has the life stomped out of him.]

Sully: "That's it, Kid! Stomp him! Teach that kid who's Boss!"

[Kid would yell out towards the audience with pride, arms outstretched and turned around from Jay Z. Big mistake. Jay somehow manages to muster the strengths to haul himself to his knees and throws himself at the back of Kid's legs. Kid's legs collapse beneath him, and he falls backwards harshly. The fans roar in admiration for Jay Z and he climbs back up to his feet, waiting behind Kid as he struggles to his feet. Kid clambers to his feet and is met by a dropkick by The Jeopardizer that sends Kid I. over the top rope and landing heavily outside. Jay Z would look from side to side bounce off the back ropes and soar over the top rope, legs poised to deliver a Hurricana-like move. Kid catches his legs whilst standing and brings him down into a Tiger Bomb, Z's head rebounding off the apron. Jay holds his head, curling up into a fetal position.]

JP: "Good God! Kid Insanity just caught Jay Z, The Jeopardizer and brought him -crashing- down against the outside of the ring!"

[As the two men attempt to drag themselves to their feet, the replay eats up most of the screen, replaying what had just been seen, a massive sound as Jay Z's head bounces off the ring apron. The replay disappears and Kid Insanity is wearily standing, leaning against the outside Commentator's table for assistance, Jay Z on his elbows and knees, hands resting against his hurt skull after that horrible impact. Kid nails Jay with a harsh kick to the side, sending Jay rolling into the side of the ring. The referee slides under the top rope, calling to Kid Insanity to break it up as Insanity chokes Jay with a Camera cable. Kid breaks it up and faces the fans, running a hand over his own head, dripping with sweat. Jay is coughing, gagging, on his hands and knees at this point and Kid barks something cruel out at the referee, the fans jumping to the Referee's aid with cries of objection and roars of general hatred aimed towards Insanity. Kid grabs Jay by the arm, drags him to his feet, before running him into and onto the commentator's table. Kid would join him, place his head under Jay's arms, and hoist him up, dropping him down into a Brain-Buster DDT. Bouncing off the table, its structure holding (despite a noticable buckle as Jay's head connects with it). Kid rolls off, Jay holding his head and screaming in agony.]

JP: "Good God! Did you..Did you -hear- the impact of Jay's head against our Spanish Commentator's table!? And it didn't even break! This..Kid Insanity..How can a human being be so cruel? Choking with a cable, and head on the table!"

Sully: "He's just doing what he has to do to win! It's what any good champion does!"

[Kid drags Jay towards the ring and rolls him in, climbing in after him. Jay lays prone on the canvas of the ring, and Kid Insanity rudely salutes the audience.]

Sully: (Shrill Laugh) "Atta Boy, Kid!"

JP: "Look at him! He just gave the audience here a one-finger salute! Who does he think he is?"

[Kid climbs the turnbuckle very casually. Once reaching the top, he'd pause, looking about the sea of fans before kicking his legs and leaping to deliver a big flying head butt.]

JP: "Nobody home! Jay Z, coming so close to being nailed with that jumping head butt!"

Sully: "WHAT? But how?! How did he DO it?!"

[Kid kneels up, screaming out, arms wrapped across his front. He is nailed shortly by a flying-in Jay Z, taking a drop kick to the chin as the fans get riled up. Jay Z climbs back to his feet and finds himself once again waiting for Kid Insanity to stand, arms taunting him, telling him to stand. As soon as Kid moves to his knees, Jay runs forwards, clamping Kid's head in amongst his flying legs in a 'Shining Wizard' (crap name for a move, just thought I'd say)-like move. Kid falls down in a heap, and Jay Z hooks the leg, the fans calling out the numbers with him.]

JP: "Hook of the leg!"

Referee: "One!"

Sully: "No!"

Referee: "Two.."

[And very shortly before Three, Kid kicks out with a struggle. Jay Z sits up, holding his head, the fans calling out in a sigh of frustration.]

Sully: "Hah! I -knew- he would kick out! Kid Insanity isn't brought down -that- easily!"

[Jay Z slaps the canvas in frustration and moves towards the turnbuckle, he climbs onto it, back facing the ring. Big mistake. Kid is up like a shot and latches his hands around Jay's neck, running forwards and pulling Jay along with him, snapping down with a neck breaker, pretty much right from the turnbuckle.]

JP: "God, almighty!"

Sully: "Look at that! Did you see that, JP? Did you?"

[Kid holds his head and starts to climb the turnbuckle, himself. He gets to the top, the fans booing and jeering him, before he pulls off a senton bomb, landing harshly on Jay Z's ribs. He'd scuttle over for the cover wearily.]

Sully: "He got 'im!"

[One..Two..Th-Kick out! Just on the edge of three, Jay Z kicks out to tremendous applause from the fans, his shoulder raised. Kid looks towards the referee in disbelief, slapping across his palm in fury, yelling loudly towards him. The referee backs off into the corner as Kid approaches him, backing him into the corner, intimidating him. Kid is dragged backwards shortly, however by Jay Z as the youngster hauls Kid back in the form of a roll-up. The small package holding for now, the Referee slides in for a count. One..Two..Kick out.. Kid stands with Jay Z quickly and lunges forward for him, Z ducks and snaps out, delivering a sharp shot to the back of his head. Kid is sent into the Referee (who falls down) and out of the ring for the third time in the match.. Kid holds the back of his head, standing quickly before any advantage could be taken from him laying. Jay Z looks a little fried that he is up so quickly and that he couldn't capatilize on it. Kid senses this and taps his temple knowingly. He'd turn and make his way towards the Announcer's table.]

JP: "What's he up to now?"

[He'd quickly pluck usher someone from their steel chair seat by the table and snatch it up, snapping it closed roughly, he'd take advantage of the downed referee and slide into the ring, chair in hand. Jay Z would back off and the referee would stir, slowly moving to his feet. Kid Insanity would panic, seeing no time to close in on Jay Z and give him a shot to the head, he raises the chair and brings it down onto his own head, knocking himself down to the canvas, the chair clattering to the side..]

JP: "What the hell?!"

[Jay Z's eyes would widen and he'd spring forth with the opportunity, covering Kid Insanity. The referee slowly gets up, the fans urging him up, not really caring about the past strange happenings with the chair. But the referee would not go to make the pin. He'd look to the chair that lay in the ring, the blood seeping freely down Kid's brow and the cover from Jay Z. He'd flap his arms from his laying position towards the ring announcer and the bell would ring.]

Announcer: "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Referee has awarded the win to Kid Insanity, The Jeopardizer has been disqualified for using the steel chair..but The Jeopardizer is still the MWF Xtreme Champion!"

JP: "WHAT?! That's bull! Kid..Kid hit HIMSELF on the head with the damn steel chair!"

Sully: " HAHA! What a genius! I -told- you he was Intellectually superior, JP! I *told* you!"

[Jay Z would cry out in dismay, an odd little smile coming to Kid's face as he regains consciousness, being just able to roll out of the ring in time, Jay Z lunging to grab him..Kid stumbles out of the ring, a bloody mess, but smiling, holding his head..Jay Z would kick the ropes in frustration..And, as Kid stumbles up the ramp, he'd prod his temple knowingly, grinning through the blood that he forced upon himself.]

Sully: Kid Insanity has been well and truly robbed by The Jeopardizer!

JP: What he did it to himself! He did it all to himself!

Sully: I don't give a damn....Kid Insanity should be the MWF's Xtreme Champion!

JP: Sully, there isn't a lunatics title! The man is well and truly insane, someone should lock him up.

[The camera cuts backstage, leaving the chaos of the ring, and we are with Ian Gonzales who is standing with Chris Drebbin.]

Gonzales: Evening Chris, nice of you to join me.

Drebbin: No problem Ian, always great to get my views across to my fans.

Gonzales: Well, I think your fans are pretty disappointed with your performance tonight.

Drebbin: What do you mean?

Gonzales: The fact you didn't win....

Drebbin: Oh right, well, I am sure that they can see past that minor detail and focus on the bigger picture.

Gonzales: Which is?

Drebbin: You're looking at the future MWF World Champion, you are looking at the very man who will soon walk straight up to Mark Rose and wrench the MWF World Championship from his dirty hands....you are....

Voice: We're looking at what?

[Ian Gonzales and Chris Drebbin turn round to see the large frame of Anarkist standing behind the two men.]

Anarkist: Chris...you were saying?

Drebbin: Ummm....ummmmm.....

Gonzales: Chris was saying how he was going to win the MWF World Championship.

Anarkist: Yeah?

Drebbin: Yeah!

[Drebbin steps up to Anarkist and lifts his head slightly to look straight into the eyes of the taller man...Anarkist stares down at Drebbin.]

Anarkist: They say to never look at dog in the eyes....and Chris Drebbin you're looking an animal far worse than a dog in the eyes right now. You're looking at an animal that will do far more than rip your throat out.

Drebbin: You.....you....think I'm scared of you?

Anarkist: If you weren't scared, then why are you shaking?

[The camera looks at the hand of Chris Drebbin which is shaking like crazy, Drebbin pulls his hand away and attempts to calm it.]

Anarkist: It's little upstarts like you who annoy me. Little men who think they're so much more than they actually are, so much bigger, so much stronger, yeah, you're stronger Drebbin, headstrong.

Drebbin: At least I stick....around....huh?

Anarkist: Stick around, oh, Drebbin, you think you stick around. You've been here two weeks and you call that sticking around, I'm no joking Drebbin, you're a fucking idiot if you think you've been sticking around. I've been once around the block a few times in the MWF....and I intend to go round again, and if people like you get in my way...they want me sticking around.

[Anarkist turns away, but Drebbin grabs him by the shoulder and throws him against the wall....Drebbin puts his hand across the throat of Anarkist.]

Drebbin: Running away again Anarkist?

[Ian Gonzales suddenly comes to life.]

Gonzales: Guys! Guys! Guys! Please!

Drebbin: Stay out of this Ian.

[Anarkist pushes forward, catching Drebbin off guard and Anarkist explodes forwards and grabs Chris Drebbin by the head and rams him hard into the wall, Drebbin's head bounces off the wall and Anarkist grabs him again and lands a punch on the temple of Drebbin.]

Gonzales: Anarkist! Please!

[Anarkist ignores the pleas of Ian Gonzales and instead lifts up Chris Drebbin onto his shoulders and the crowd can be heard cheering from the arena....as Anarkist drops Drebbin hard onto the concrete floor with The Broken Rule!]

Gonzales: Oh my....

[Anarkist gets to his feet and looks down on the crippled Drebbin, he leans close to Drebbin.]

Anarkist: Upstart....

[With that word then Anarkist walks off down the corridor, leaving medics to rush to the scene and Ian Gonzales hands back over to JP and Sully.]

Sully: Hmmm, I can't decide if that is a good or bad thing!

JP: I say it's a damn good thing, Drebbin isn't even in the same league as Anarkist.

Sully: The men were sorted from the boys.

JP: I hope Drebbin isn't too badly injured though, would be a shame as he had promise.

Sully: Promise, next we have two men who already show their promise.

JP: It's the Main Event! Come on Sam King!