versus

"The Poet" Benjamin Pratt

versus

Rob Smith

Triple Threat Match

Referee: Brian Ford

Writer: Adam Kelly

[Triumph by The Wu Tang Clan rocks the PA system, the lights flicker and thus starts off the match…Ted Benet strolls out of the curtain and walks slowly down to the ring.]

Peter Santos: The following contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first: Being accompanied to the ring by Bishop Strong, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in a 265 pounds, Ted…Benet!

[Ted struts around the ring whilst his manager Bishop Strong seems to be giving him pointers.]

Sully: Wow! That guy looks rich!

JP: He sure does, look at that pin-stripe Armani suit!

[The music lowers down and it eventually stops, making the way free for competitor two…Won't Back Down by Fuel smashes through the PA system and immediately 'The Poet' Benjamin Pratt runs out the curtain and skips to the ring! He takes a fountain pen out of his tights and shakes it everywhere, covering the entrance ramp in navy blue ink!]

JP: Well, that to say the least was pretty unorthodox!

Sully: Haha! Cool entrance!

Peter Santos: Introducing secondly: From Edinberg Virginia, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is 'The Poet' he is Benjamin…Pratt!

[The crowd jeer loudly as he climbs into the ring and strolls around again eating up the boo's. Thirdly, Stars And Stripes forever starts playing…]

Sully: What?

[An out-of-tune sound rips over the American theme and suddenly Always by Saliva starts to blast through the arena.]

Sully: Ah, that's better!

JP: You don't like a song about America? What the hell are you? …Some kind of anarchist?

Sully: No…But Saliva rule!

Peter Santos: And introducing the final competitor: From Seminole, Texas, weighing in at 235 pounds, Rob Smith!

[Rob Smith walks down the aisle taunting to the fans, the jeers stop for the first two competitors and the crowd start screaming with cheers for the final superstar in this match. Smith walks down to the ring apron, climbs up and into the ring. He walks around taunting some more as the music quietens down and all three wrestlers await the ring bell.…The bell rings! All three men charge at eachother to begin with, but 'The Poet' Benjamin Pratt stops in his tracks as Rob Smith and Ted Benet collide with a spine-tingling double Clothesline! Benjamin just looks up, then down and laughs at the two superstars as they lay on the canvas. Suddenly, Rob Smith kicks-up and Ted gets up, both look at eachother then directly punch The Poet down to the mat! Pratt falls down and rolls straight out of the ring to catch his breath and regain composure.]

JP: Is this the beginning of a new team?

Sully: No way JP, one of them the crowd love, the other…they hate!

[As The Poet stays out of the ring, Ted Benet kicks Rob Smith in the gut, luckily Rob pushes him back after the hard kick, both men stand off but then go straight into a Collar-And-Elbow tie-up. Rob Smith is forced down by the strength of Ted Benet. Ted goes down for the pin: 1…2…A quick, and easy get-up by Rob Smith. Both men get back to their feet as Benjamin Pratt slides back into the ring…]

JP: Finally, 'The Poet' is back in the action. I think 'The Coward' should be his new alias.

Sully: Don't upset the newbies JP! Especially The Poet!

[Benjamin Pratt immediately hits a running Dropkick on Rob Smith, then lands a big vertical-based Suplex on Benet. Once Ted's on the mat, The Poet drops an elbow and goes for the cover: 1…2…Just up. ]

JP: A near-fall there.

[Rob Smith gets up, he comes behind 'The Poet' Benjamin Pratt with a School Boy roll-up! 1…2…Another close attempt!]

JP: A series of close-falls going on here.

Sully: Come on Pratt!

[Pratt shakes the cobwebs from the unexpected roll-up but gets up more or less straight away. Now, all three men have regained strength and are back-up to their feet!]

JP: Their all back-up and ready for action again!

Sully: Come on Benjamin! Go, go, go!

[Ted Benet And Benjamin Pratt both hit standing Shoulder tackles on Rob Smith knocking him around the ring in a daze. They then hold him still and slam him down with a double Suplex.]

Sully: Yeah! They went in for the kill!

JP: Nice Suplex there. &endash; Using that hard-hitting double-team offensive to get a little higher morale.

[The Poet offers his hand to Ted Benet. Ted goes to shake it but is kicked in the mid-section! The Poet then goes behind Benet and locks him in the Lullaby!]

Sully: Outta the pan…into the fire!

[But Rob Smith suddenly comes round! He pushes Benjamin Pratt! Ted Benet goes flying over the top-rope and as The Poet turns round he is hit with a huge Jawbreaker! He is dazed! He turns around, wobbling on his feet! He's then pushed between the legs of Rob Smith as he signals for the end!]

Sully: Oh no!

JP: Here it comes!

[The Poet is raised up, into a Crucifix and slammed down hard! Shaking the ring!]

JP: Oh my God! There it is!…Rob Smith's Faded Glory Powebomb!

Sully: No! The ring almost broke!

[Rob covers Pratt: 1…2…3! The bell sounds just as Ted Benet was going to slide into the ring and break up the pin attempt!]

JP: It's over!

Sully: Damn, damn, damn! The fan-favourites always win! Damn, damn again!

[Always by Saliva starts to blast through the PA system.]

Peter Santos: Here is your winner by pin-fall, Rob…Smith!

[As Rob starts taunting to the fans cheers, some familiar music hits. General Manager Dom Stoate walks out to the ring!]

JP: What the!? GM Stoate!? What the heck is he doing here!?

Sully: Woohoo! The GM is here!

[The crowd jeer ever so loudly as Dom Stoate stays walking around the staging area just under the infamous MaxiTron. He has a microphone, and begins to talk.]

Dom Stoate: Well, well, well, a newbie-fest. Well, I gotta admit that it's nice to see new talent in the MWF. But, the only one that breeds any talent whatsoever in that ring at the moment is the winner of that match: Rob Smith.

[The crowd give it up for Rob Smith as Ted Benet and 'The Poet' Benjamin Pratt leave the ring area.]

Dom Stoate: But, with all new talent, they just can't come barging into a federation demanding all kinds of matches and meetings, etc. That's just not possible. So, let's see…I think me and yourself Mr Smith have a little…'Connection'…

[Dom chuckles.]

Dom Stoate: A 'Connection' that is constructed of…Bad blood! So, next week on Dynamite it's you versus my very own executive personal assistant…Adam The Righteous! He's gonna beat you limb from limb and make you realise that the MWF is not some kid's trip to the park!…And, oh, by the way, we can't be ruining the show by putting the highlight of the show against a newbie in an 'average' match-up. So, that's why it's gonna be a Table Match!

JP: What!?

Sully: Yeees! A Table Match! The GM is so…so cunning!

JP: A table match on Dynamite! Next week!

Dom Stoate: Haha, and to give you a little taste of your suffering, your gonna get a little…A little…Preview - Right now!

[Out of nowhere Adam The Righteous slides into the ring, he's behind the distracted Rob Smith as he knocks him down with a huge Superkick to the back of the head! Adam The Righteous then goes back out of the ring whilst the barely conscious Rob Smith licks his wounds. Adam looks under the ring-apron and pulls out a table! He puts it in the ring, then sets it up. He lifts Smith by his own hair and then launches him through the table with a sick Powerbomb! Dom Stoate and Adam both meet up and laugh whilst 'The Connections' music plays.]

JP: Oh my God!

Sully: Did you see that! A Powerbomb through the table! Adam and Dom rule!

JP: A sickening and cowardly stunt pulled by the rising 'Connection' in the MWF. What the hell is gonna happen next week?

Sully: I can't wait to see Adam The Righteous put Rob right through another table!

JP: We'll see you after the break!

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