"The Abused Angel" Sean Williams

versus

Mr. Perfection

Singles Match

Referee: Brian Ford

Writer: Jon Beavers

[The "Abused One" plays and the crowd stands on their feet and begin to boo the arrival of Sean Williams... He walks out looking with utter contempt for the southern crowd, and they sense it like a pack rabid hyenas. The crowd jeers some more as he continues to make his way to the ring. He reaches the ring and roll in and then stands up, arguing with a lady in the front row symbol. The music stops and we wait for Mr. Perfection.]

JP: Fans wanting to provide a little more abuse to the Angel...

Sully: Yeah, well we all know how fickle the fans can be...

JP: Sully!

[Here Comes Perfection plays on the sound system and he walks out with his arms raised in the air. The crowd boos again, as Mr. Perfection smiles and makes his way to the ring. He looks around at the crowd and just shakes his head and laughs. He then runs towards the ring and slides in. Williams rushes at him and tries a clothesline, but rolls under it. Perfection then stands up tapping his head, noting what a smart move it was, but Sean Williams waits for him to turn around before clothes lining him down.]

JP: That may have been a perfect duck to the clothesline, but he got a bit too confident and forgot that he's wrestling a match!

Sully: Looks like the Angel plans on performing a little of abuse on his own.

[Perfection gets up and Williams hits him with a few right hands and then throws Mr. P into the ropes. He bounces off them and comes back to get a huge back drop. Perfection gets up and The Abused clotheslines him down and then crawls back to the head of Mr. Perfection and begins to furiously hammer away at it with right hands... He stops and stands up. He grabs Mr. Perfection, but quickly is countered with a jawbreaker. Williams stumbles back and Perfection gets up and clotheslines him down from behind.]

JP: Nice job by Perfection in stopping the momentum that The Angel was building.

Sully: Perfect John, that was Perfect..

[Mr. Perfection grabs The Abused Angel and lifts him to his feet. He throws him into the ropes. Williams bounces off them and ducks a clothesline attempt, and bounces off the other set, as he comes back, he's floored with a sidewalk slam. The Angel gets up again and Mr. Perfection kicks him in the stomach and then knocks him down with a knee lift. A cover, and 1.........2.....and Williams kicks out. Mr. Perfection picks him up and throws him into the corner. He runs after him, but The Angel raises his foot, catching Mr. P in the jaw. He staggers back towards the centre of the ring, with his back to Sean, who runs at him and hits a bulldog.]

JP: Wow! didn't see that coming.. Both men in good form tonight.

Sully: Yeah, but not a word from either all week, what's up with that?

JP: Both men wanting to show what they've got, and I guess decided to do it in the ring.

[Sean grabs Perfection and throws him into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and again ducks a clothesline attempt. Williams turns around and Mr Perfection comes off the ropes with a dropkick.]

JP: Nice counter.

Sully: Textbook. Both men are proving to be dangerous men when they have
control of the match.

[The Angel slowly gets up and Mr. P grabs him and gives him a DDT. He reaches back and covers... 1... 2... And Williams kicks out... Perfection grabs and lifts him up. He kicks him in the stomach and then throws him into the ropes. The Abused Angel lowers his head too soon and Mr. Perfection comes back and hits a swinging neck breaker. He again crawls over to and covers him. 1.........2......and Williams kicks out again.. Perfection seems distraught, but picks him up and goes to hit a suplex, but The Abused Angel punches him in the stomach, and tosses him into the ropes, both men have a plan, and it works for both of them, as each catches the other with a clothesline. The referee begins to count.]

JP: Both men knocked each other down with a hard clothesline.

Sully: Who is going to get up from this first. Both have really taken it to each other early.

[1..................2......................3........................4........... Both men start to stir..... 5...... The Abused Angel gets to his knees and finally to his feet, breaking the count. He goes over to Mr. Perfection to continue the attack, but Sean Williams nails him with a right hand. Perfection rolls around holding his face. Williams goes for the cover,......1.........2.......and Mr. P gets the shoulder up. The abused Angel gets up and can't believe it. He then raises his arm in the air to get a cheer from the fans. He lifts Mr. Perfection up and lifts him on his shoulder for a stalling power slam. Mr. Perfection however slides off it and behind and runs to the ropes for momentum. As The A.A. turns around he's meant with the "Perfect" clothesline.]

JP: There it is! The angel has fallen!!

Sully: The "Perfect" clothesline from Mr. Perfection! That's his finishing move and this is over.

[A cover, and the referee counts 1..........2...........3. The bell rings and Mr. P gets up with his arm in the air. The referee goes to grab his arm, but Perfection pushes the referee away. The crowd boos as he rolls out of the ring, and begins to walk to the back as his music plays.]

Sully: Perfect!

JP: Perfection is a perfect Ass, that's for sure!

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pin fall, Mr. Perfection!

ViperJ

versus

"GMS" Gunman Stinger

Singles Match

Referee: Brian Ford

Writer: Paddy Stoate

JP: Here we go folks! This is the second match of the night, and what a match we just saw between Sean Williams and Mr Perfection!

Sully: Ah, who cares about them? We've got two quality wrestlers right here, in Gunman Stinger and ViperJ!

[As if on cue, Turn It Up, We re Going Down by Crowned King hits the PA, and the fans begin to cheer for the impressive young man who appears on the stage.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match up is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds Viper J!

[He jogs down the ring, slapping a few hands. A fan is holding a sign saying I AM A BROKEN GUITAR STRING , and Viper nods and shakes hands with the young lady specially, much to the delight of the fans. He then runs and
slides into the ring and begins to test the ropes, as his music is replaced by Jay-Z s 99 Problems , and the fans begin to boo as Gunman Stinger is introduced.]

Peter Santos: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and ninety six pounds Gunman Stinger!

[The man walks quickly down the ramp and up the steps, climbing underneath the top rope and into the ring. He is wearing his trademark GMS t-shirt, which he removes quickly, before squaring up to the smaller Viper J. A few
words are traded, and something must have offended GMS, as he slaps Viper, knocking him into the ropes. The bell rings and ViperJ runs at GMS, having bounced off the ropes. He comes back with a flying Clothesline, which takes
down Stinger, and begins to pummel his head.]

JP: Wow! ViperJ getting right into it!

Sully: I can t believe he took down GMS!

[ViperJ gets off GMS, and stands up to uproarious cheers. He runs at the ropes and returns, landing a running front dropkick to the side of GMS's head. Stinger goes rolling out of the ring, much to the cheers of the fans.]

JP: Gunman Stinger having the fight taken to him here by ViperJ.

Sully: It s a smart move by GMS, getting out of the ring to compose himself!

JP: Well, I can t argue with that.

[Stinger wipes his forehead, and, eyes never leaving ViperJ, climbs the steps and gets into the ring. The referee tells the two competitors to lock up, and they do. This time though, GMS gets the upper hand and puts a headlock on ViperJ. He applies a lot of pressure, and Viper s hand goes for GMS s hair. The ref shouts at him, and he releases, but then goes at it again. He holds on this time though, so referee Brian Ford begins the count, and J lets go at four. He then, having weakened GMS a bit, lifts the much larger man, and lands a Back Suplex that releases the headlock!]

JP: Back Suplex! What a counter!

[Both men are laid out flat, and the referee begins the count: 1 2 3 4 5 6 They are on their knees 7 8 9 Both men are up, and they run at each other, GMS landing a huge Clothesline! He goes for the cover, but only achieves a two count. He then grabs ViperJ and pulls him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Stinger bends over and waits for ViperJ, looking for a Back Body Drop, but Viper reverses with a kick to the shoulder, straightening GMS up and setting him up for a nice Dropkick to the knee. Gunman Stinger hits the mat on his face and his hands go to his knee. Not wasting a second, Viper J grabs his leg and applies a Figure Four Leg Lock!]

JP: Figure Four! That's all she wrote, folks! Pack Gunman Stinger's bags, this is a match ender!

[Gunman Stinger is screaming in pain, and desperately trying to land a punch to ViperJ, but cannot reach. In an attempt to get free, he tries to pry Viper's legs off him, but it doesn't work. So, after a while, he tries to turn over. ViperJ tries to stop him, but GMS manages it, and crawls to the ropes, forcing Viper to let go. GMS lies on the mat as Viper approaches him, begging for mercy.]

JP: Look at that coward, begging for mercy!

[However, as ViperJ advances on GMS, GMS sticks out a hand and lands a thumb to the eye, temporarily blinding ViperJ, who walks right into a Scorpion Slam! Gunman Stinger collapses on his injured leg, not able to make the cover, as ViperJ has rolled away. Once again, the count begins. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 They are on their knees 8 9 At nine and a half, Viper is up, and GMS is right behind him, and they run at each other. This time, however, ViperJ ducks under Gunman Stinger s Clothesline, and spins around with a kick to the midsection. But GMS reverses, grabbing his leg. This doesn't 
trouble ViperJ, who goes for an enzrugi, but GMS ducks! ViperJ spins right over, and GMS turns it into a Dragon Screw! The fans begin to boo as GMS bends over, crosses Viper's legs, and locks in the Scorpion Deathlock!]

Sully: Scorpion Deathlock! Now THAT is a match-ender, JP!

[Now it is Viper J's turn to be screaming in agony; face pressed against the mat, he tries to crawl towards the ropes. However, GMS does not let him, and simply tightens the hold, amplifying Viper's yells of pain.]

JP: My God! How can ViperJ survive such punishment?

Sully: He can't! He's going to tap!

[ViperJ does not tap, however, and GMS's face turns into a picture of astonishment as Viper begins to crawl, slowly at first, then picking up speed, forcing The Scorpion to step backwards, ever closer to the ropes.]

JP: He's doing it!

Sully: Fight it GMS!

JP: He's going to make it!

[Viper J does make it, and the fans go ballistic as he grabs the ropes. GMS does not relinquish the hold, though, and referee Brian Ford has to make the count.]

JP: Look at that bad sportsmanship by Gunman Stinger, not letting go when ViperJ has the ropes!

Sully: He's just giving Brian Ford something to do!

[Ford does indeed have something to do, as he is forced to pull GMS off ViperJ, and GMS stands up quickly, pushing Ford backwards. GMS hits a devastating spine buster on Viper J and begins taunting. As he begins bantering with the official Phantom X makes his way to the ring to ensure nothing occurs.]

JP: It appears Stud’s threats have Gunman a bit afraid.

Sully: Like hell! GMS fears nothing, Phantom just wants a closer view of the action.

[Phantom gets midway through on the ramp before Audioslave’s “Exploder” blares over the PA.]

JP: Well it looks like Stud is making good on his threats.

Sully: If that’s the case then he still has Phantom X to go through, I’d like to see that.

[Everyone’s attention is focused on the ramp, the referee goes down to interject between the oncoming altercation between Phantom X and Stud. Stinger staying back in the ring, paranoid as can be.]

Sully: Well where is the INC.? Ha, he chickened out… CHICKENED OUT!

[Phantom begins walking towards the entrance and the ref follows behind warning him to take it to the back… with GMS’ attention diverted to the ramp, he is oblivious to the gentleman jumping the barricade, sliding in the ring.]

JP: IT’S STUD… IT’S STUD… He is here waiting to strike.

[Diligently he struts behind GMS, the crowd roaring. With a slight tap on the shoulder, Stinger slowly turns, afraid to see who it could be, but before he gets a good look, he’s met with a sharp boot to the midsection and is taken under Stud’s right arm. He’s hoisted up on the shoulder, and swung over for the Foundation Check.With authority, Stud hits the Foundation Check… the ref with no idea as to what happened makes his way back to the ring, Phantom has left.Viper J crawls across to drape his arm over GMS...1…2!]

JP: He kicked out!

Sully: Stud getting involved there....

[Brian Ford is more alive to the danger, he roars at Stud who is on the outside to leave.]

JP: Brian Ford taking back control.

[ViperJ hauls himself to his feet, gingerly stepping on his left leg, and grabs GMS, landing a huge Brainbuster! He then stands up slowly, bathing in the cheers of the crowd.]

JP: I think I know what's coming!

Sully: It can't be!

JP: It is! Look!

[It turns out to be ViperJ heading for the turnbuckle and very slowly, pausing quite a few times, climbing up to where, on the top rope, he pauses for a second, before jumping. He flies through the air, and lands the...]

JP: LowDown!

Sully: No!

[He lies on top of GMS, and Ford counts: 1... 2..... GMS kicks out!]

JP: GMS kicked out!

Sully: I knew he could!

[ViperJ looks furious, and climbs the turnbuckle slowly again. He signals for the LowDown once more, but, just as he is about to jump, GMS nips up and runs into the ropes, causing Viper to fall, straddling the turnbuckle!]

JP: Ouch!

[GMS then grabs ViperJ s head, and, after raising an arm in arrogant celebration, brings him crashing down with the Scorpion Cutter off the tope rope!]

Sully: Yes!

JP: Good God!

[He covers, and the referee counts, 1... 2... 3! GMS wins!]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pin fall, Gunman Stinger!

JP: Well an impressive victory for Gunman Stinger here tonight, but I think we're going to need a medical team for poor ViperJ!

Sully: I'll say! GMS is on a roll!

[GMS celebrates in the ring as a team of EMTs surround ViperJ, the MWF fading to a commercial.]

Sully: Oh, I think we'd better go to a commercial

JP: I hear that, I'm exhausted!

--- Commercial Break ---

"Stud INC" Stud w/Stud INC Phillies

versus

"Shivinator" Shiv

versus

MWF Tag Team Champion: "Paddy Punch" The Hobo w/Enigma

MWF Xtreme Championship Number One Contender Triple Threat Match

Referee: Chris Forrest

Writer: Adam Kelly

[Audioslave’s Exploder hits the PA, pyros ignite and out comes an irate Stud accompanied by Amythest. No smiles for Stud, he seems poised for business. Stud holds the ropes down for Amythest and gets in behind her, she takes the mic from the ringside technician and hands it to the awaiting Stud. Cheers settle.]

Stud: Folks I’m sorry I am not in a good mood tonight, but I believe I have just grounds and you all know that as well.

[The crowd cheer.]

Stud: Gunman stole my first win, he knew the Stud Stretch would do him in, and if that didn’t he was going to fall to the Foundation Check. So he had a crony run down and inject himself in something that did not involve him. Not only did GMS bring in someone to take me out, his looks, his intentions towards my girls is unacceptable! Now I want you good people to have weekly looks at my gals, hell I’d love it if you could see my Phillies everyday! But I know ya'll are a little upset you only get to see the lovely Amythest tonight, but look at how she’s looking!

[The crowd roar.]

Stud: Until the storm settles with GMS and his half-ass G-Unit rip-off crew, at most 2 of the Phillies will accompany me. In the meantime, I know you fine folk here in Birmingham will enjoy the beat down of the Hobo, I thank you for your support.

[Stud walks over to the tech by ringside to hand the mic back but pauses while leaning over.]

Stud: One last thing… GMS stick your nose in my business that doesn’t involve you, and I guaran-damn-tee it’ll cost you more than a set of gold fronts and some bling-bling… you’re marked, and Stud Services will not relent. Pay attention, because the chump walking out next, is going to get one hellacious ass whooping, courtesy of Stud INC.

[Stud hands the mic back and the PA system plays the music, Stud helps Amythest out of the ring and prepares while the opponent enters.]

Odin

versus

Father John Ramsay

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Writer: Stefan Mallais

JP: After having seen what took place last week, I’m a lot more excited about this next match had things gone differently.

Sully: What are you blabbing on about now John?

JP: Well Father John Ramsey pulled of, in my eyes, a gigantic upset last week when got the win over Gutter Rat.

Sully: That was only one match, and it was a fluke to boot! You and I, along with everyone at home, know that The Rat Bastard more than deserved to walk out the victor last Monday night!

JP: Well contrary to what you think Sullivan, reality suggests otherwise. Father Ramsey defeated Gutter Rat, who not all that long ago had an opportunity to fight for a shot at Thunder Bull. By my math, John Ramsey must have leap frogged his way up the ranks!

Sully: Please, who the hell is Father John Ramsey guy anyway?

JP: Oh come on now! He’s been here for months, his return not all that long ago has been phenomenal and he looks to add to it here tonight. Father John is taking on Odin!

Sully: Speak of the devil ….

[The lights in the arena dim and the sounds of “Into The Void” by Nine Inch Nails stats blaring over the sound system sending the crowd into a mixed frenzy. Never the less a cool, calm and collected Odin appears onto the top of the stage pausing only to throw his hands into the air, rallying a few more fans onto his side. Odin walks down towards the ring as he is introduced.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 6’ 6”, 250 lbs. Hailing from parts unknown, Odin!

[As Odin is entering the ring via the second rope and is just finishing being introduced he’s cut off by the sounds of an organ echoing throughout the arena, sending the fans into a jeerfest.]

Sully: The fans don’t seem to be too fond of Father John here tonight.

JP: Well they’re the ones who keep a roof over our heads, they decide what like and what they don’t. Unfortunately they’re pretty picky too.

[Father John Ramsey walks out through the curtain and solemnly approaches the ring, looking very intent. Odin quickly spins around once he’s finished entering and give the Father a snarling look for having cut off his entrance. Odin moves to the opposite side of the ring and starts to get the blood circulating by hoping on spot while Father John enters the ring.]

Peter Santos: Making his way down to the ring next, hailing from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 5’9”, 153 pounds, Father John Ramsey!

JP: This could be a monumental match for the Father. If he can win over Odin here tonight, he’s going to most definitely establish himself as a top tier guy in the MWF.

Sully: With Odin having two matches tonight, I would imagine that Father John will be looking to capitalize on that.

JP: Most definitely, Odin is certainly looking to end this as quickly as possible. The longer this plays out the more things look grim for Odin later on tonight.

Sully: That’ll teach the arrogant bastard to ditch “TMP” and with a little luck it might just give him an ego check at the same time.

[Father John Ramsey has reaches the ring and hands his robe over to Chad Pattison, all the while keeping his eyes fixated on Odin. Odin returns the stares with a locked gaze of his own. Chad Pattison hands Ramsey’s robe to the time keeper and then sounds for the bell. As the first “ding” echoes through the arena Odin jolts forward almost taking off Father John’s head with a mean clothesline. Father John was evidently caught off guard and pays for it early. He bounces off the mat and he holds onto the back of his neck tightly.]

JP: And Odin comes out of the gate firing. I don’t even think that the time keeper had finishes the first ring of the bell and Odin was already half way across the ring.

Sully: Just like him to pull a cheap shot like that!

[Odin doesn’t waste anytime and he turns to the fallen John Ramsey and grabs hold of his head, pulling him to his feet. Father John is still feeling the effects of the clothesline and is still in a daze. Odin feeds a few hard right hands into the body of Father John before following it with a big left to the head. Father John takes a step back as a result, holding his jaw in pain. Father John then snarls and leaps forward with a clothesline of his own. Odin however, manages to duck the strike in time and once behind Father John, he wraps his arms around his waist and quickly throws him up into the air with a vicious German suplex.]

JP: Things are looking good early on for Odin, who’s got the deck stacked against him here tonight.

Sully: Well he cheated to get the early advantage, that’s the only reason.

JP: I don’t remember that, he waited until he heard the bell, he just reacted to his quicker than the Father did.

Sully: John, I seen it with my own eyes, don’t try and defend the cheater!

JP: Whatever!

[Odin is feeling pretty good early on after dominating the earl goings of this match. As he gets to his feet from the move he realizes once again that he doesn’t have any time to waist and goes back to work on the Father. Odin moves over to Father John and pulls him to his feet. Odin then pushes the Father against the ropes and Irish whips him the other way. As the father comes running back he runs right into the right boot of Odin as it’s driven into his stomach. Father John doubles over and Odin quickly moves in and brings him down to the mat with a DDT, which crunches grotesquely. The crowd winces as the Father pauses in the air momentarily before his body falls lifelessly to the mat. Odin decides to see if he’d done enough to end the match this early, and goes for the cover. He hooks Ramsey’s leg and Pattison starts the count … 1 … 2! Father John kicks out with plenty of time left in the count, but is showing the signs of the attack.]

JP: Things not looking too bright for Father John here tonight, looking significantly less impressive than he did last week.

Sully: It’s still early John, and the Father kicked out rather convincingly from that cover.

JP: It’s not looking good right now, is all I’m saying.

[Odin again doesn’t waist any time as he gets to his feet and drags Father John into the centre of the ring. Odin then moves over to his feet and starts wrapping them around his own locking in the figure four. Father Ramsey screams in pain while Odin smirks in arrogance. Father reaches back for the ropes but can’t find them, he’s forced back into a sitting position as we see Odin’s quad muscles flex, tightening the hold. Father Ramsey doesn’t look like he can hold on much longer, and Chad Pattison is right beside him checking to see if he submits. Father John however refused to give in, but the expression on his face suggests he would like to. Again we see Odin’s leg tense up and causes an uproar in the Father.]

Sully: Come on Father! Hang in there, use your holy powers to get out of that!

JP: He’s going to need it, Odin’s like a pit-bull with those legs!

[Father John is looking like he’s ready to die, time is certainly against him, Odin however runs out of patience and breaks the hold, evidently to the relief of Father Ramsey who grabs hold of his legs trying to comfort them. Odin turns his attention away from Father Ramsey and moves over to the ropes. Odin climbs to the top rope and as Father John slowly gets to his feet. Odin then jumps into the air feet first looking for the Fright-Lite. At the last second Father Ramsey manages to gain enough awareness to walk into the dropkick but turns it into one mean powerbomb, using Odin’s momentum. Ramsey collapses against the ropes slightly, using them to stay on his feet. Odin is on the ground gasping for air.]

JP: Wow! What a turn of events, Odin’s definitely had the wind knocked out of him.

Sully: See that, it’s all about faith!

JP: Please, don’t talk about faith! You’ve never been within twenty feet of a church!

[Father John gets off of the ropes and hobbles over to Odin, he pulls a roughed up Odin to his feet and using the strength from only one leg, manages to hoist Odin up and over connecting with a nice suplex. Father John tests out his leg and sees that he can put a little more weight on his, as he once again gets to his feet. Odin is brought once again to his feet, now in pretty rough shape. He is quickly tossed into the corner where Father John follows but by running through Odin with his forearm. Odin is driven back into the turnbuckle, which sends him back down to the mat, face first. Odin squirms on the mat, holding his mid-back in pain with Ramsey looking down on him.]

JP: Ramsey is now in the drivers seat of this match! This is why I love this business!

Sully: And why’s that?

JP: Because tides turn so quickly, I love it!

[Ramsey continues on the aggressive assault as he mounts onto the back of Odin and wrenches his neck backwards very violently. Ramsey locks in the hold but only for a little while, before he drives a hard right hand into the back of Odin’s head, showing his aggression.]

Sully: Ramsey looks like he’s had enough of this young punk.

JP: The Father is certainly not showing very much patience right now, I think he just wants to put this one into the books.

[Ramsey moves into the centre of the ring pulling Odin to his feet and taking him along. Ramsey however doesn’t manage to get very far as Odin grabs Ramsey from behind and takes him down quickly with a beautiful side-Russian leg sweep. Odin, quickly gets to his feet and brings the father up with him, only to spin him around and quickly drive him back to the mat with a reverse face buster. The mat thunders from the impact and Odin regains that arrogant smirk. It is short lived however because he brings Ramsey to his feet again, focusing on the match. Odin escorts Ramsey over to the corner and lifts him up onto the top rope. As Ramsey sits on the top rope, Odin climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and goes to grab hold of Ramsey, only to be met with a hard elbow square in the jaw.]

JP: Uh oh, I don’t like where this is headed Sully!

Sully: Both men in compromising positions here, this could very well decide the fate of the match.

JP: I’m going to agree with you on this one, I don’t like the odds of winning the match for the person who’s going to lose this battle.

[Odin responds with the elbow with a hard right hand square in the face. Ramsey is sent back and nearly over the top with the shot. Ramsey however uses the momentum to swing back up and deliver an even harder elbow to the jaw of the much bigger Odin. Odin then drops down onto the top rope as a result. Ramsey starts clubbing on the back of his head causes Chad Pattison to intervene and try to stop the shots. Ramsey lays off after a count to 3. Odin then jolts up, infuriated and starts laying shots into the mid-section of Father Ramsey. Again Chad Pattison intervenes starting a count. At 4 Odin stops punching, but not without snarling at Pattison. Pattison then warns Odin to watch himself and the two exchange words. Seeing the ref is distracted, Father John Ramsey brings his left leg upwards out of nowhere and drives it straight into the nether regions of Odin, who doubles over.]

JP: Come on! What the hell was that!?

Sully: A very smart tactic by the Father, that’s what.

JP: My ass! He flat out cheated!

[Ramsey gets away 'scott free' as the ref was distracted by the argument with Odin. He then gets up onto the top turnbuckle and grabs hold of Odin’s head. Father John then leaps forward and spins around in the air, pulling Odin back in the process. As the two reach the mat Father John places his elbow on the throat of Odin causing the impact onto the mat to drive it forcefully into his throat! Odin reacts immediately as he rolls around the mat holding his neck in obvious pain. He then rolls near the middle of the ring and Father Ramsey see his chance. Ramsey quickly grabs hold of Odin and wraps his legs around Odin’s torso and his arms around his neck, locking in his cross-face chicken wing! The crowd erupts in jeers!]

Sully: This is it, Odin’s done for!

JP: Right in the groin, how didn’t the ref see that! It’s bull I tell you!

Sully: Just let it go JP, embrace the victory that Father John is moments away from.

[The veins in Father John’s arms are bulging as he prevents Odin from breathing. Chad Pattison checks on Odin who’s face is now beet red. Odin’s limbs, which are flailing, slowly come to a halt and are visibly losing strength. The big man hanging in there with everything he’s got, but Ramsey is showing no signs of letting go of the hold. Odin then tries of throw his elbows back into Ramsey’s ribs but to no avail. At this point It’s been a very long time since oxygen has been entered into Odin’s body and it’s showing. His eyes are now becoming blood shot and hard to keep open.]

JP: Look at the resilience here, Odin just won’t let go.

Sully: He’d better let go soon, he’s got another match later on tonight that he had to think about.

[Chad Pattison checks on Odin again, and his awareness is at a low. Odin again tries to swing his arms back into Ramsey’s ribs. One shot connects and this triggers something in the Father. He loses his patience and noticeably tightens the hold and jerks back Odin’s neck. Odin’s face winces even more and this is it, Odin taps the mat numerous times and Chad Pattison quickly calls for the bell, and starts to pry at the Father’s arms.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission, Father John Ramsey!

Sully: Did you see that last tighten in the hold? I thought Odin’s head was going to pop off.

JP: Father John Ramsey really had a tight hold on him, but he still gain the advantage illegally, which taints this win severely.

[Chad finally manages to get Father John off of Odin and the Father John then gets to his feet and glares angrily into the crowd as Chad checks on Odin. Father John’s hymn starts playing once again and the crowd boos even louder. Father John then begins to make his way up the ramp and towards the backstage area leaving Odin in the ring being attended to by Chad Pattison.]

JP: Definitely not how Odin would have liked his first match to go down.

Sully: I didn’t like his chances of winning his match before this one took place, and now that it’s over, I think he’s got a better chance of winning a midget contest that to be able to salvage a win over TMP!

JP: It certainly doesn’t look good, but stranger things have happened. But we’ve got to go to a commercial, so stick around folks, more action on the way in just a bit!

MWF Television Champion: "The Demon Knight" Fear w/Darla

versus

"Rat Bastard" Gutter Rat

MWF Television Championship Match

Referee: Grant August

Writer: Dom Stoate

[Gutter Rat waits in the ring as the Television Champion makes his way down the ramp, giving high fives to various members of the audience as he goes.]

JP: And here comes the MWF Television Champion.

Sully: Is it me or does Gutter Rat just jump from title to title? He's only barely arrived in the MWF after his suspension and he is being gift wrapped title shot after title shot where as great ones that have been working their socks off, get diddly.

JP: Don't forget that Gutter Rat has quite a history here in the MWF. Before he was fired that is.

Sully: Exactly. The man was fired. He shouldn't t even be here!

[Fear climbs into the ring, taking the time to look over the audience. The bell hasn't even rung yet and Gutter Rat storms forwards, slamming Fear back off the apron before he even has the chance to get into the ring. Fear drops down into a standing position on the mats around the ring, holding onto his face as the fans all start to boo and jeer Gutter Rat. Fear touches at his face, eyes narrowed as he examines the damage. He would look back up towards the ring, glaring towards the man in the ring who gestures for him to get in. Fear drops the title belt on the outside and tears off his t-shirt,
sliding beneath the rope and into the ring. The referee separates the two as Fear gets up in Gutter Rat s face. As the referee instructs, they both back off, eyes set on each other as the bell is signalled for and it is rung. As it is sounded, the referee would take a step back, allowing them to get it on. Fear is the first to strike. He would whip out a hand, slamming it across the face of Gutter Rat who stumbles to the side, holding onto his face. There is no immediate reply. Gutter Rat just stands there, turned away, holding onto his face. He would turn around, holding onto his face before cracking into a smile.  Fear would whip out another punch aimed at his face. It would connect,  sending Gutter Rat back a few steps and wiping the smile off his face. The fans get behind Fear as he hammers a third punch into the Rat Bastard's face. He capitalises, grabbing onto his head under his arm before aiming a fist at his face from close range. Gutter Rat stumbles backwards and Fear goes once again to capitalise. Gutter Rat snaps up, elbowing Fear in the gut. Fear staggers back as Gutter Rat, clutching to his face.]

JP: Both men with an explosive start but, after Fear taking the upper hand, it seems to be Gutter Rat that is now in control.

Sully: Pfft.

[Gutter Rat nails Fear in the ribs with another kick, snapping out a foot and catching him in the chest. Fear cries out, arms clutching around him as he backs into the ropes. Another kick from Gutter Rat and the referee finally intervenes, getting between the two. Gutter Rat sneers as the referee checks on the struggling Fear.]

JP: The Television Champion having trouble against Gutter Rat who has him cornered.

[The referee pulls Gutter Rat back a few steps, giving Fear a chance to find his feet again. As soon as he does this, he would lunge at Rat, clubbing him across the forehead with a flying elbow. Gutter Rat manages to avoid the second blow from the elbow, raising a hand and stopping Fear from striking him before whipping out a hand and slamming it across Fear's face.]

JP: Both men using their fists heavily in this match. I won t be surprised if we see blood here tonight.

Sully: That was a closed fist, JP! A closed fist!

JP: It could well have been, but the referee didn't seem to see it, and Gutter Rat remains in the match!

[Not only does he remain in the match but he also seems to get the upper hand, pressing Fear into the corner, forcing his hands into his opponent's neck and forcing him backwards. Fear struggles to escape the hold but finds himself unable to do so. Gutter Rat continues to choke Fear in the corner and, as the referee goes to break it up again, throws an arm, knocking him back a few steps.At this point, his pocket fans really seem to be getting behind Fear, and
they all begin to chant his name. This seems to really rile him, encouraging him to pull himself from the corner, visibly shaking with the power of the support from the fans. Gutter Rat s grip on the champion loosens as Fear begins to force his way out of the corner, pushing on his opponent's chest and powering himself out. As soon as he gets the chance to move, he would dart forwards, lunging at Gutter Rat, hitting a huge drop kick that knocks Rat onto the backs of his shoulders in a fierce display of acrobatic ability. Fear picks himself up quickly and gestures for the other man to
find his feet, waiting for him to stand, eyes narrowed as his fans buzz behind him.]

JP: Fear has turned it around! He now has Gutter Rat on the back-foot!

[Fear waits for Gutter Rat to stand before running forwards and hitting him with a huge clothesline! His fans all on their feet, wanting it to be the end for the Anti-hero.]

JP: I think this could be it! Gutter Rat seems groggy and Fear looks to end this one right here and now!

[Fear gets into position, ready to hit his Fall From Grace! Gutter Rat staggers about for a little bit before, instead of going for his finisher, Fear darts forwards, letting Gutter Rat regain his composure and move to the side, guiding Fear straight into the referee who topples over onto his side, out cold. Fear doesn't seem to show much regret for what has happened and manages to still get the upper hand as Gutter Rat seizes the chance and goes to knock the Champion down with a clothesline. Fear ducks under the way of it before standing up the other side and nailing Gutter Rat with the Fall From Grace!]

JP: Fall from Grace! He's got it!

Sully: Yes!

[Fear goes for the cover, forgetting about the fact that the referee is down on his face. He waits for a moment before raising his head in investigation. He crawls over towards the referee, shaking him in an attempt to get him to stand. As he does this, there is a loud boo from the majority of the audience. The camera turns to show the ramp, EniGma darting down it, chair in hand. He slides beneath the bottom rope and stands, raising it before slamming it down hard across the back of Fear, laying him totally out over the barely conscious referee who is unable to see the goings on. Despite the heel status of Fear, the audience begin to jeer and boo EniGma all the louder, recognising him as a member of The Master Plan.]

JP: Oh no! What's all this about?

Sully: It's EniGma! He s just he s just taken him out! Normally I'd be happy to see EniGma take someone out, but but Fear's gone!

[Fear lays out in the middle of the canvas, groaning and wincing as he struggles into a standing position. EniGma stands in the middle of the carnage before, wiping a hand through his hair, dropping the chair with a clatter onto the canvas. He would pause for a moment before turning and heading towards Fear again, grabbing onto him and hauling him up into a
standing position. He would hold him there for a moment before hitting him with The Bolt from the Blue, straight onto the chair! Fear yells with pain as he is wracked on the canvas. EniGma reaches under Fear and drags the chair out from beneath him before heading quickly towards the outside of the ring, noticing the referee stirring. He would drop the chair outside of the ring.]

JP: No! No, this is wrong! This is damn wrong!

Sully: He just he just hit him with the Bolt from the Blue right onto that steel chair, JP!

JP: I know, and he has just cost Fear the title!

[Gutter Rat drags himself across the canvas and drapes over Fear as the referee pulls himself into a kneeling position and begins to make the count, the audience not seeming to take very well to this....1.... 2..... 3! The bell rings and Fear s title belt is handed to Gutter Rat by a ring official. He would clutch onto it, standing with the officials help over the fallen Fear. EniGma watches on as he backs up the ramp, a half smile on his face.]

Peter Santos: And the new Maximum Wrestling Federation Television Champion, Gutter Rat!

JP: But but what business did EniGma have coming down here and costing Fear the title?

Sully: It's war, JP. EniGma didn t want Fear holding that title, because if Fear held it, then it was within the walls of The Elite!

JP: And I don t think it would be wrong to assume that a certain man put him up to it, either

Sully: What are you suggesting?

JP: You know exactly what I mean

MWF Tag Team Champion: Enigma and Tempest

versus

MWF World Heavyweight Champion: "Perfector of Pain" Thunder Bull and Odin

Tag Team Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

Writer: Ed Walker

JP: This is going to be a good one Sully, we've got "The Master Plan" of Tempest and Enigma going up against Thunder Bull and Odin.

Sully: The Hobo and Enigma are really coming of age being part of "The Master Plan" and they will look back one day and thank Tempest for all his hard work.

["The Master Plan" team near the ring, they slide under the ropes and Enigma runs to a turnbuckle and stands atop it...looking out at the crowd. Tempest looks smugly around at the jeering crowd, his arms folded in a defensive stance. All eyes are slowly turning towards the turnbuckle which has lost the green glow and awaits the arrival of the opponents.]

Peter Santos: And the opponents, introducing first, weighing in at 275 lbs., from Parts Unknown, he is the Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, the leader of "Team Elite", "The Perfector of Pain" Thunder Bull!

[Fireworks explode in the entrance way and the MaxiTron lights up with images of the leader of "Team Elite" in action...purple lights flash and through the haze Thunder Bull walks out to a standing ovation from the crowd.]

JP: This man is a revolution, he's a real talent and this crowd appreciate that.

Sully: He's lost touch since winning the belt, he seems so distant and a shadow of his former self...he was hardly focusing on this match, I think the loss of Apache is really affecting him.

[Thunder Bull walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans and holding the MWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. He reaches the ring apron and walks round to the steps, he clambers up them and ducks between the ropes. Tempest glances over at his opponent and seems to dismiss him slightly, referee Charles Galliant takes the MWF World Heavyweight Championship from Thunder Bull and the "Perfector of Pain" awaits his partner.]

Peter Santos: And the partner, weighing in at 250 lbs., and one half of the Maximum Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions, Odin!

[A loud cheer goes up as "Into The Void" by Nine Inch Nails comes over the PA system and Odin strides out onto the entrance way. The crowd roar as the words on his t-shirt read "I AM THE MASTER PLAN", Tempest's eyes blaze with anger as he sees this. Enigma looks around wildly as if someone has been shot, he speaks to Tempest but his leader is staring at the t-shirt.]

JP: Odin's really making a statement here tonight!

Sully: Odin should just hand it over to Enigma or Tempest and then this would all be solved.

[Odin reaches the ring, he climbs in and stands a few feet away from Tempest. Charles Galliant walks over and takes the MWF Tag Team Championship from him, Odin takes his hands and rips down the t-shirt. Tempest snarls in anger and the crowd explode as Odin charges forward and catches Tempest totally off guard with a right hand! Odin lands another right hand and the bell sounds, Thunder Bull runs over and Enigma is sent crashing out of the ring by the MWF World Heavyweight Champion.]

JP: Odin and Thunder Bull making the stronger start here tonight, Tempest and Enigma are sent packing.

[Thunder Bull is ordered back to the ring apron by Charles Galliant as Enigma picks himself up on the outside of the ring, rubbing the back of his head and looking very lost. Odin and Tempest are the legal men in the ring and they trade blows to the cheers of the crowd, Tempest ducks a punch from Odin and spins round to behind the MWF Tag Team Champion. The crowd jeer as Tempest locks his arm around the back of Odin's neck and executes a side Russian leg sweep. Odin's back slams onto the canvas and the leader of "The Master Plan" looks over to Enigma for the tag. Enigma stretches his arm and Tempest walks over and tags in his partner.]

Sully: They're really not that good, Thunder Bull's a glorified champion....just wait until Gutter Rat gets his hands on him again.

[Enigma and Tempest take an opportunity to double team Odin, Thunder Bull watches as Odin is hoisted up by both "Master Plan" members and brought back down to earth with a double team suplex. Enigma covers as Tempest goes to the ring apron, Charles Galliant counts ...1....2! Odin breaks out of the cover to the cheers of the fans.]

JP: Far too early for the cover there, foolish from Enigma.

Sully: Tempest doesn't look too happy...

[Tempest is shaking his head at Enigma. Enigma looks baffled by this, Tempest signals for Enigma to attack. He turns round and the crowd roar as a rising Odin hits a short arm clothesline that sends Enigma staggering backwards. Odin buoyed by the cheers of the crowd opens fire with right hands against Enigma, he roars with delight as he grabs Enigma and executes a DDT. Enigma's head is smashed into the canvas and Odin rolls away and reaches out for the tag from Thunder Bull. "The Perfector of Pain" makes the tag to his partner and Odin stays on the ring apron as the MWF World Heavyweight Champion stands over his fallen opponent.]

JP: This is not a situation that Enigma wanted to find himself in, Thunder Bull's not looking too happy right now.

Sully: If Odin wins tonight something tells me there will be a revolt in the camp of "The Master Plan".

[Thunder Bull pulls Enigma to his feet, the crowd roar as the MWF World Heavyweight champion quickens the pace and sends Enigma running into the ropes. Enigma comes back and Thunder Bull looks for a back body drop, the crowd boo as Enigma rolls over the back of "The Perfector of Pain". Thunder Bull spins round and catches a roundhouse kick in the jaw from Enigma, the champion staggers backwards and Enigma leaps up looking for a dropkick. The crowd explode as Thunder Bull catches Enigma in mid-air, wrapping his arms around his waist "The Perfector of Pain" reverses the move into a power bomb! Enigma is driven into the mat by Thunder Bull and Tempest shakes his head as Thunder Bull hooks the leg and Charles Galliant counts ....1.....2! Enigma manages to kick out to the relief of Tempest and annoyance of the crowd.]

JP: Thunder Bull showing why he's still one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the MWF.

Sully: That stuff he and Tempest were trying, you don't think Enigma's taken some tonight?

[The MWF World Heavyweight Champion fuelled by the cheering crowd pulls Enigma back up to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle nearest the Odin/Bull corner. Enigma hits the turnbuckle and slouches there, he looks up at the arena lights as Thunder Bull charges from the opposite corner. Odin and Tempest watch on as Thunder Bull looks for a body avalanche into the corner, but as he leaps up Enigma leaps out of the way and Thunder Bull avalanches into the turnbuckle. "The Perfector of Pain" drops away from the turnbuckle clutching his right arm in pain as Enigma scampers across the ring and tags in his leader, Tempest.]

JP: Ouch! Thunder Bull looks to have really hurt that right arm during that failed move.

Sully: The vultures will start circling for that belt soon and he'll be cast aside as a failed champion.

[The crowd jeer as Tempest steps between the ropes and he smirks as Thunder Bull is attempting to stands. Tempest calmly walks over and the crowd boo loudly as a viscous kick from Tempest connects with Thunder Bull's injured right arm. Thunder Bull falls to the canvas, screaming with pain as Tempest brings his foot down again onto the arm of Thunder Bull. "The Perfector of Pain" is in trouble, Odin senses this and he climbs into the ring and Tempest is taken down from behind by Odin. Referee Charles Galliant is quickly into the action as he grabs Odin and orders him from the ring. Tempest and Thunder Bull are both down, Tempest holding the back of his head where Odin connected.]

JP: Odin saving his partner there, it looks like that special connection needed for a tag team could well be happening.

Sully: It was tactical from Tempest, he's got years of experience.

[The leader of "The Master Plan" slowly makes his way back to a standing position, the crowd jeering as he grabs Thunder Bull and pulls him to his feet. The crowd explode as Thunder Bull pushes Tempest away and hits a right hand, but Tempest doesn't flinch. Tempest grabs Thunder Bull and the crowd explode in fury as Tempest hits the Epicentre! Enigma has run around the side and he grabs Odin down from the ring apron, Odin is thrown against the guard rail as the crowd boo loudly. Charles Galliant counts....1.....2.....3!]

JP: What! No!

Sully: "The Master Plan" have done it again, what foresight from Enigma there.

Peter Santos: And your winners, through pin fall, Tempest and Enigma!

JP: This just isn't right, Thunder Bull's been beaten again by "The Master Plan" but through no fault of his own.

Sully: Still...

[Tempest stands looking triumphant in the ring, he snarls down at the fallen Thunder Bull almost laughing at the MWF World Heavyweight Champion. Enigma climbs into the ring and the two men shake hands as Dynamite begins to fade.]

The MWF is the Maximum Wrestling Federation. Copyright to Ed Walker and John Richardson 2004.

Additional matches by Jon Beavers, Dom Stoate and Paddy Stoate

Additional segments by Stud