[The MWF goes live as "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana hits the PA system and the crowd come alive and hold their signs up to the cameras as the camera free wheels around the arena.]

JP: Welcome live to Monday Night Dynamite!

Sully: What a great night we're going to have here as the main event promises to be an incredible spectacle.

JP: The Main Event, it's a three team tornado tag match, it is going to be crazy as three teams attempt to stake their claim as the premier players in the MWF.

Sully: Joe Foale and Wildfire are a young and exciting team, I can see them winning all the way.

JP: I bet they have a chance, but you can't count out the team of Anarkist and Sam King, so much experience and talent between the two men.

Sully: But Anarkist has never ever won an MWF title.

JP: Not yet...

Sully: What about the "Connection", those Canadian's are looking more dangerous by the minute.

JP: Rick Jones has had his face on TV more times than a newsreader this week, he seems to have a story to tell all the time.

Sully: I never knew that Amanda was the sister of Hart Evans.

JP: We should of guessed, those damn Canadian's are always marrying into each others family, wouldn't suprise me if they were all related.

Sully: Isn't that Texas where they marry their sisters?

JP: I wouldn't know...

Sully: I wonder if Sam King married his sister...

JP: Sully enough!

[The camera cuts backstage before Sully says something that will surely get MWF dropped by USA Today...the scene opens in the locker room of the former MWF TV and Tag Team Champion, Sam King.]

King: Must be focused tonight, need to claim a victory.

[There is no Jay-Z sitting nearby as the camera pans out, Sam King is alone in his locker room. He sighs and looks around.]

King: Very strange...it's almost as if he's here in spirit.

[Sam King takes a towel and wipes the sweat that is dripping from his forehead. There is a knock at the door and Anarkist pushes the door open and strides in, a big grin on his face.]

King: Hello.

Anarkist: Good evening Mr.King!

King: What brings you here?

Anarkist: I felt it would be good for the two of us to go through a few pre-match tactics...seeing as we fight a common enemy tonight.

King: What are you getting at?

Anarkist: Don't you want to know how to beat a Canadian?

King: I know perfectly well how to beat a Canadian!

Anarkist: Not from the evidence I've seen...

King: I could beat a Canadian like you.

[Anarkist takes a seat, he takes the whiskey bottle which sits beside the chair and tutts.]

Anarkist: On the bottle Sam?

King: Just a little pre-match drink...

Anarkist: Perhaps you need to get your priorities straight and then we can win this match tonight and get your career back on track.

King: It was never off track!

Anarkist: Always on the defensive King, you need to lighten up a little. Haven't you noticed how the fans are starting to turn against you?

King: There are more important things to worry about than them...

[Anarkist gets up off the chair, his movements slow but an anger seems to flow through him. He stands face to face with King, staring deep into his eyes.]

Anarkist: Just listen, for once in your life listen. If you want to make it through tonight then I suggest you start showing some respect for not just the fans, but your fellow professionals. We're not all here to kiss your ass ya know, the Temp Roster guys might like seeing your skinny white ass, but I sure as hell don't. You just remember who you owe your success to and start repaying them.

[King's mouth drops open, in almost complete disbelief of what Anarkist has just said. Anarkist smiles and turns his back on King and walks from the room, King as soon as Anarkist is gone reaches for the whiskey bottle and takes a giant swig.]

JP: If Sam King isn't careful he could be fighting five on one tonight!

Sully: He'll need a partner who he can trust tonight and Anarkist doesn't look prepared to trust someone as dangerous as Sam King.

JP: I wouldn't trust Sam King with the mood swings he is displaying at the moment, he insulted his best friend and tag team partner The Jeopardizer!

Sully: We haven't heard from Jay-Z since then, perhaps he'll re-appear tonight?

JP: He'd better re-appear he has an Xtreme Title match against The Desired Toe!

Sully: Be interesting to see if the "Connection" can enhance their reputation further.

JP: I hope they don't, I really hope they don't.

Sully: Imagine if they won both their matches here...

JP: Stop! I don't want to hear anymore.

Sully: Shall we focus on the next match then?

JP: Sounds like a better idea, what is it?

Sully: Chavo Hierro is up against Mickino Thompino and these two men have been really going at it lately.

JP: Chavo seems very confident and he has a little fan support going into this one, but the fans have been feeling sorry for poor old Mickino.

Sully: He's had a rough start to his MWF career....and rightfully so, he's been terrible inside the ring.

JP: He hasn't been terrible, out of sorts is a better way to describe it.

Sully: Let's see if he can pick himself up and defeat Chavo Hierro, it should be a walkover for a man as experienced as Mickino.

JP: We'll see...

versus

"Big Daddy" Mickino Thompino

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

["The World Greatest" by R Kelly hits the PA system as crowd starts to cheer Mickino Thompino as he struts down the ramp posing to the crowd, as they begun a 'Big Daddy' chant. He gets half way down the ramp and takes off his sunglasses.]

Peter Santos: On his way to the ring, from Newcastle, England, weighing in at 245 pounds… 'Big Daddy' Mickino Thompino!

[Mickino walks down the rest of the ramp with a grin on his face. He jumps up onto the outside of the ring and steps over the top rope. As he gets inside the ring the lights go out and Bawitdba by Kid Rocks plays throughout the arena. Chavo Hierro walks out to loud set of boos. He begins to walk down the ramp wearing Baggy combat pants and a T-Shirt with 'Wild Thing' across it.]

Peter Santos: On his way to the ring, from El Posa, Texas, weighing in at 235 pounds… 'The Wild Thing' Chavo Hierro!

JP: Hierro looks fired up.

Sully: He needs to be. He's got a tough debut match against Mickino. He's talked the talk but can he walk the walk?

JP: We are about to find out.

[Chavo starts to run down the rest of the ramp and slides through the bottom rope. Before he can get up Mickino is already stomping on his back, as the bell sounds to begin the match. Mickino picks up Chavo by the head and delivers a huge powerbomb, and covers. As Chad Pattison starts to count, 1…2 kick up.]

JP: That was close. Mickino nearly had the match already over.

[Chavo uses the turn buckle to get back onto his feet as Mickino, is already up. He leans back into the ropes and comes flying back at Chavo with a spear. Chavo sees this and jumps quickly onto the top turn buckle as Mickino runs straight into the turn buckle. Chavo grabs Mickino by the head and jumps off the top and swings round in mid air delivering a tornado DDT to Mickino. Chavo doesn't go for the cover, but starts to punch Mickino in the face.]

Sully: Chavo seems to know he needs to keep Mickino down to his size to have any chance in winner this match.

[Mickino starts to battle back up to one knee as the fans begin to back him up. Chavo sees this and runs into the ropes and runs back with a clothesline but Mickino grabs him by the throat and gets back onto his feet.]

JP: This is it for Chavo…

Sully: I can't watch.

[Mickino lifts up Chavo in the air and holds him up for a few seconds, but as he is about to deliver the Total Impact Slam Chavo kicks him in the groin.]

Sully: Look at that, Chavo cheated.

JP: A mans got to do what it takes; besides Chad Pattison didn't see it.

[Mickino falls down onto his knees as Chavo takes a breather. Then walks back over to Mickino and kicks him in the gut and executes a twist a fate. He covers but only gets to two count from Pattison. Chavo is quickly back onto his feet, and begins to pound Mickino again with rights and lefts. Slowly he gets back to his feet. Chavo goes for another kick but Mickino grabs him and powers him into the ground. Chavo gets back up again but is only met by a clothesline. Mickino walks a round the ring before walking back to Chavo and picking him up. He sets him up for the Mickino Bomb as the fans go wild. He lifts Chavo above his head as Chavo begins to punch Mickino in the head. This cause Mickino to wobble for a moment as Chavo some how hits a hurricane Rona throwing Mickino onto his head. The fans can't believe it.]

Sully: Oh my god!! I have to give it to Chavo he's pulling his best moves out to win this match.

[Chavo gets back to his feet as Mickino lays motionless on the apron. As Chavo walks over to the turn buckle, he jumps to the top and flies into the air delivering a stunning Hierro splash. He covers as Chad Pattison begins the pin. 1…2…3.]

Peter Santos: The winner of this match, Chavo Hierro!

Sully: I don't believe it, Chavo has beaten Mickino.

JP: Dig Daddy doesn't look too big to me at the moment.

JP: What an incredible match that was, such intensity from the two men.

Sully: Chao getting the rightful win, Mickino looks out of shape again.

JP: Not sure if MWF made the right decision giving him the permanent contract he certainly isn't repaying their faith at the moment.

Sully: I'm sure Ed and Fozzy know what they are doing, although sometimes I doubt it.

[The ring is still being cleared up from the last match when "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes hits the PA system and the crowd stand to their feet to witness the arrival of the MWF's General Manager.]

JP: What the hell does Fozzy want out here?

Sully: No doubt just trying to make a friend amongst this sea of faceless minions.

JP: You really don't value the fans do you Sully?

Sully: I like them, just don't love them.

[Yellow lights flicker as the MWF's General Manager strides down the entrance ramp, the MWF World Title is on his shoulder and he strokes it tenderly and holds it up to the fans who roar at the glimpse of the biggest prize in the Maximum Wrestling Federation.]

JP: Who will be the MWF World Champion come MAYhem?

Sully: Who knows, but I have a hunch that Fozzy is going to give us a pretty good idea of who it'll be after tonight.

JP: The Main Event could unlock a few clues, if Anarkist and Sam King win then it will definitely be those two men in the Main Event.

Sully: Joe Foale has to win to keep his dreams alive...and Wildfire could take the chance to prove he is worth more than the MWF TV Title.

JP: Which is in itself a great title to have...

[Fozzy hands the MWF World Title belt to Peter Santos and takes a mike from the announcers hand, he looks around the arena and waits for the crowd to die down.]

Fozzy: Eleven days from now the MWF will take to the air in one of the most important wrestling shows ever to take place...MWF: MAYhem...

[Fozzy has to pause as the crowd roar at the mention of the up and coming Pay-Per-View.]

Fozzy: Eleven days until you, the MWF fans, will begin to realise that we are taking a real step forward...and part of that step forward is not only to give you an even better quality and standard of wrestling but, but to crown a new MWF World Champion!

[The crowd begin to chant for their respective favourite wrestlers, Fozzy listens to their chanting and picks out one name above the others.]

Fozzy: Their is one man you cheer and scream for more than any other man on the face of the planet, that man, I think you all know is Anarkist.

[A huge cheer goes round the arena at the mention of the MWF's self-titled "Unluckiest" wrestler.]

Fozzy: Anarkist is a man who is without a doubt a very talented wrestler, he works the mike as well as I do, or anyone else for that matter. Through all this trials and tribulations he has sought your support, and perhaps at MAYhem he will be repayed.....yes...Anarkist will be Main Eventing at MAYhem!

["Papercut" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and the crowd erupt as Anarkist walks slowly out from behind the entrance curtain, a huge smile on his face as he raises his arms to the crowd who cheer for their hero.]

JP: Anarkist is going to Main Event at MAYhem!

Sully: But who the hell is he main eventing with?

JP: I haven't a clue...perhaps Fozzy is going to tell us now.

Sully: I hope he does, I want to see who is going to knock seven bells out of Anarkist. Perhaps it will be the transformed Texan?

JP: Who?

Sully: Sam King!

JP: Oh yeah, well it could be, but they're tag team partners now.

Sully: Not permanent tag partners, anything could happen tonight.

[Anarkist has now reached the ring, he climbs in and shakes the hand of the MWF General Manager, he then turns towards the MWF World Title which is slung over the shoulder of Peter Santos. Anarkist calls for a mike.]

Anarkist: You all know, you all know how much this means to me to come out here and stand infront of you all. This means a hell of a lot to me, especially the fact that once you all used to despise me, but now you provide me with the support that I need to climb my personal mountain.

Fozzy: It's a tough mountain to climb.

Anarkist: I hope you've learn't from your mistake.

Fozzy: My mistake?

Anarkist: Giving the title to Mark Rose...

Fozzy: Ah yes, well that was purely in a moment of rage and I wasn't thinking straight. But now, ladies and gentlemen, I am thinking straight and I know fully well that this man that stands before me is a man who not only deserves to be the MWF World Champion, but should be the MWF World Champion!

Anarkist: Thank you, thank you Fozzy.

Fozzy: Your opponent however...

Anarkist: My opponent?

Fozzy: Is being decided by the MWF President, Edward Walker.

[A look of horror is on the face of Anarkist, the crowd jeer loudly at the mention of the MWF President.]

JP: No, how can this be?

Sully: That conniving bastard can't be picking someone for the Main Event...

JP: He can, he does own this place.

Sully: It's just not right...not right I tell you.