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"The Ruthless Rookie" Kidd Kidman and "F'N Impact" Seth Oxide

Non-Title Tag Team Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

JP: Sully, it's time for a highly anticipated Tag Team match. Tag Champions Hart Evans and Wildfire will face Kidd Kidman and Seth Oxide.

Sully: And there's no doubt that the champions will dominate this match, JP, but no matter what happens, the Tag Titles are sticking with my favourites.

JP: Yeah Sir, this is a non-title match.

Peter Santos: The following contest is a Tag Team Non-Title match and is scheduled for one fall…

["Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot echoes across the arena and sends a buzz through the audience. A heart-warming reaction is sent towards Seth Oxide and Kidd Kidman as they step through the curtain adjacently. The gap between the men widens as they stride down the ramp and enter the ring in their individual ways.]

Peter Santos: At a combined weight of 509 pounds… Seth Oxide and Kidd Kidman!!

[Cheers are especially directed at Kidman as he taunts the crowd. Kidman takes to the corner and leans against the turnbuckle as Seth Oxide hits the ropes and works the crowd.]

JP: These guys are aspiring, Sully. Listen to the crowd.

Sully: They're crying their eyes out over this abysmal performance!

JP: They're having fun!

["Taking Me Down" by Hardline hits the PA system and brings the crowd to their feet, and in chants of unison, "O Fuck Canada," resounds around the arena. Hart Evans appears on the entrance ramp, followed ever so shortly by Canadian ally Rick "Acid" Jones.]

Sully: Where the hell is Wildfire? Oxide and Kidman came to the ring together… so why not the Tag Champs?

[A slow stroll ensues towards the ring. Evans grips his prized Tag Title whilst Jones whispers words of encouragement into his ear.]

Sully: [cries] Oh God! No Amanda, either!

[Seth Oxide eyeballs one half of the Tag Champions as Wildfire appears through the curtain. The crowd stir as he paces towards the ring and stops feet away from the Canadian Connection.]

Peter Santos: At a combined weight of 445 pounds… the MWF Tag Team Champions… Wildfire and Hart Evans!!

[Rick Jones accompanies Evans to his corner as Wildfire slides into the ring and places his Tag Title under the turnbuckle. As "The Headliner" takes his place in the corner, Jones heads over the commentary table and grabs himself a headset.]

Sully: Rick Jones! My favourite superstar!

Rick Jones: Gee, thanks.

[Rick sits comfortably beside Sully as the bell chimes. Seth Oxide circles the ring with Wildfire. Both men lash back and forth, looking for the advantage. Wildfire dodges a fist and latches Oxide in a headlock. He forces "F'N Impact" into the Champions' corner, almost sending Hart Evans off the apron. Evans slaps his palm over Wildfire's bare back in order to Tag himself in.]

JP: Already we see tension, Sully, Rick.

Rick Jones: Well, John, if I were in that ring alongside my good man Hart, things would be different.

Sully: Sure they would, Ricky!

Rick Jones: Stick to "Rick" you useless prick.

Sully: Will do!

[Evans steps into the ring as Wildfire confusingly exits onto the apron. With a whip into the ropes Evans hits an inverted atomic drop and follows it up with a picturesque belly-to-back suplex. After a useless cover, Evans lifts Oxide but receives a knee drop and a snapmare. "F'N Impact" goes for a fist drop but Evans rolls from danger and takes Oxide down with a stalling suplex. "The Headliner" goes to lift Seth but is swept to the mat. Evans rolls to his corner and tags in Kidd Kidman. The crowd burst into cheers as Kidman takes Evans across the ring with a head scissors.]

Rick Jones: What a punk.

JP: On the contrary, Kidman has been a highly successful "punk" here in the MWF.

Rick Jones: Not for much longer.

[Kidman follows up his head scissors with a German suplex as Hart hurries to his corner. Kidman bridges for the pin. 1…2…kick out! Kidman attempts another German suplex but Evans counters, doubles Kidd over and hits a powerbomb.]

Sully: Such a powerful move has surely put Kidman away for good!

Rick Jones: No doubt.

[1…2…shoulder up!]

JP: Yes!

Sully: No!

Rick Jones: Huh?

[Evans moves to his corner and reluctantly tags in Wildfire. Wildfire enters and drops a stumbling Kidman with a spinning heel kick, followed by a pristine spinning leg drop. He goes for another but Kidd Kidman evades. Wildfire attempts to grab the escaping "Ruthless Rookie" but finds himself rolled up in a small package. 1…2…kick out!]

JP: Oh, close! Kidman has won with that sneaky move before… it always seems to catch the opponent by surprise.

Rick Jones: Sneaky son of a gun. But I have to be honest, if I didn't embody pure Canadian talent I would maybe have to use should sinister moves.

Sully: Good job you're Canadian then, right?

Rick Jones: Oh don't get me wrong, I'd still be superior.

Sully: Right!

[Both Kidman and Wildfire jump the their feet and lock up. Kidman goes for a belly-to-belly but Wildfire counters with a hip toss. Wildfire leaps onto the top rope and signals for the The Crisis. With a Godly spring Wildfire vaults into the air and spins. Kidman attempts to move from danger but takes the fast-paced move directly on the forearm. He screams in pain and rolls away.]

JP: Damnit, Kidman has taken an injury here tonight!

[Oxide leans in and tags as a winded Wildfire stands up. Oxide steadies himself and then speeds at Wildfire, clotheslining him over the top rope. Referee Pattison leans from the ring and checks on Wildfire as Hart Evans steps into the ring and hits an unsuspecting Seth Oxide with The Headliner!]

Sully: The Headliner!

Rick Jones: Such a move!

[Evans takes his position on the apron once more and casts his eyes towards Wildfire who finds his feet and rolls into the ring. Kidman still sits by the ring steps clenching his arm. Wildfire goes for the cover as Pattison counts. 1…2…shoulder up!]

JP: Extremely close, but Oxide has the strength!!

[Wildfire stands and slams his boot into the mat in a fury. He backs into his corner where Hart Evans slaps him so hard he nearly knocks him to the mat. Wildfire staggers and turns to see Evans entering after making a "tag." Wildfire shoves Evans, who falls back against the ropes and springs back with a bigger push.]

Rick Jones: I've had a enough of this. Amanda, get down here!

[Shortly after Jones' call, Amanda runs through the crowd and leaps the crowd barrier. As Wildfire holds the ropes to steady himself, Amanda grips his ankles. Evans takes Oxide by the legs and locks him into the MapleLeaf. Shortly after, Oxide taps vigorously. The bell sounds and Oxide is stomped out of the ring. Wildfire turns as Amanda lets go. He screams at the diva before Evans tips him over the top rope. Wildfire lands on his feet and glares at Evans, who picks up his title.]

Peter Santos: Your winners… Wildfire and Hart Evans!!

[Oxide wobbles to the ramp, where Kidd Kidman stands in pain. They slowly walk up the ramp as Rick Jones leaves the commentary table and enters the ring. He makes his way towards Evans and gives him a congratulating pat on the back. Amanda slides graciously into the ring to meet her team. Wildfire leans into the ring and takes his belt as the Canadian Connection stand dominantly.]

JP: I can't believe it, Wildfire and Hart Evans have kept hold of the MWF Tag Team Titles!

Sully: Ha that showed Kidd Kidman and Seth Oxide, they screwed up badly...

JP: Screwed up? Screwed more like by Rick Jones, oh great now look who is here!

[The MWF President has walked out onto the entrance way, he walks down the ramp looking very smug as he approaches the ring...the fans hurling abuse at their treacherous President...he smiles and continues into the ring. Hart Evans walks over and shakes the hand of Walker, Amanda kisses him on the cheek and Rick Jones hobbles over and offers a hand. Wildfire staggers up the entrance ramp, he turns round and the MWF's General Manager has appeared on the entrance ramp to huge cheers from the crowd.]

Sully: They're both out here, the MWF President and General Manager.

JP: I heard Fozzy had something very important to say out here tonight.

Sully: It must be pretty important, but whatever he has to say then I am sure Walker will have something to say about it!

JP: Walker always seems to have some foul words to say...

Sully: Yeah, but they're wiser words than General "Saint" Fozzy.

[Big "Fozzy!" chants echo around the arena as the fans warm to their General Manager who holds up his hand for silence.]

Fozzy: Tonight, ladies and gentleman of the MWF I would like to make an announcement to you....yes, Vacation is now just a few weeks away and it is about time that I let you in on some of the amazing action we are going to have instore for you.

JP: I can't wait to see what is going to happen at Vacation, it should be incredible whatever happens.

Sully: And maybe Anarkist will lose that World Title to a more worthy opponent.

Fozzy: I'd like to announce to you how the Pay-Per-View will be laid out, what we have planned, Walker and myself is despite our differences we want to try and give Anarkist a test and also to see some of the most Xtreme matches in the history of the MWF!

[The fans roar in approval at the thought of more extreme matches, "Jay-Z" chants start at the mention of Xtreme.]

Fozzy: Yeah that's right, it will be Xtreme and we saw how much you enjoyed matches like the Japanese Death Match that we decided to do a whole tournament of it to crown a World Champion, or re-crown the current World Champion. The tournament will be between four men, one of those is Anarkist but the other three are yet to be deicded...the matches themselves are prepared. The first semi-final so to speak will be a Barbed Wire Baseball Bat match!

[The fans scream with joy at the thought of the match.]

Fozzy: And that match will be.....inside a cage!

JP: My God!

Sully: Holy...

JP: Someone is going to die even before they get to the final...

[The arena roof is almost blown off after Fozzy announces it will be a cage match.]

Sully: I'd love to see Sam King in a cage match against Anarkist, he'd destroy him and get his revenge for what happened at MAYhem.

JP: Or Sam King could take on The Jeopardizer, or maybe Rick Jones and Wildfire could go at it again...

Sully: Hart Evans could face Anarkist...the endless excitement!

[The MWF's General Manager calls for quiet from the excited crowd who are still cheering.]

Fozzy: The second semi-final, will be a match which could well be life-threatening....two men will compete in a bed of nails match!

[The crowd are cheering when MWF President Edward Walker who had been nodding in approval suddenly raises his eyebrows at Fozzy's latest announcement.]

JP: Walker doesn't look to happy.

Sully: You don't think that he made a mistake?

JP: He can't have...

Walker: Fozzy! What the hell? I thought we agreed the second semi-final to be a chairshot match...

Fozzy: No, we decided it was a bed of nails match,

Walker: I don't believe you, you son of a bitch I clearly stated of I wanted it to be an ultimate chairshot match.

Fozzy: That's not what the fans want to see...

Walker: Yes they do!

Fozzy: They sure as hell don't!

[The crowd are watching the verbal tennis match as Fozzy stands his ground and Walker argues his point.....Walker takes a step back and mumbles something to Hart Evans who then leaves the ring and begins to stride up the entrance ramp towards the MWF's General Manager.]

Fozzy: That's far enough Evans...come any nearer and your ass won't be worth anything.

Walker: Hart just wants to make you see the light.

Fozzy: I'm not blind!

Walker: You will be once he's finished with you.

[The MWF's General Manager drops the mike and runs for it, Hart Evans runs up the ramp after the MWF's General Manager, Fozzy waving his arms and The Jeopardizer and Anarkist appear from behind the curtain. Hart Evans stops dead in his tracks and looks stranded, Wildfire is still standing on the ramp, having watched the proceedings and Evans turns and appeals to his fellow Tag Team Champion for help.]

Sully: I doubt that Evans is going to find any love from Wildfire on this one...

JP: Me neither, Wildfire has a cold, cold heart.

["WMD" stand on the entrance way, with Fozzy behind them...before turning and walking off backstage, Walker stands growling in the ring with Rick Jones and Amanda at his side.]

Sully: Well JP, Vacation really will be as good as they say.

JP: Those matches, when they really are decided will be incredible, barbed wire baseball bat match...inside a cage? How the hell is anyone going to come out of that alive?

Sully: Or the bed of nails...or the ultimate chairshot match, I can't wait until Vacation now.

JP: I can't wait for a few minutes, when Anarkist shows "Prime Time" exactly what being in the "Prime Time" means!

Sully: Heh, The Vine isn't that stupid, you've seen all the mind games he's been playing with Anarkist.

JP: He hasn't exactly made himself popular with the fans or the locker room, except for that altercation he had with Hart Evans at the start of the show.

Sully: That was just asking for trouble, I'm suprised that Hart Evans didn't knock the kid out.

JP: The Vine has guts and I'm sure he'll put up a fight, but tonight is all about the power of Anarkist in the ring.

Sully: And his power backstage, that man is in the pocket of everyone.

JP: Except the MWF President, how Walker would love to see Anarkist lose that MWF World Title.

Sully: That's what I'd like to see at Vacation, imagine Sam King as the MWF World Champion, it'd be great.

JP: You don't know who will be in that tournament, Walker and Fozzy can pick anyone to be in there...I'd quite like to see Kidd Kidman get his chance, he is still undefeated in singles action in the MWF.

Sully: True, but he's not in the same league as say King or Wildfire...even The Jeopardizer is more talented than Kidd Kidman.

JP: He's a rookie, but a ruthless one, unlike The Vine who is just, well, pathetic really.

Sully: I am sure The Vine will prove you wrong tonight, I bet that The Jeopardizer will be involved, costing "Prime Time" his chance at the top.

JP: Fozzy and Anarkist only just went backstage and now they've got to come back out all over again, except this time it will be far more spectacular.

Sully: I do like these new fireworks, they're great, make a lovely sound and such bright colours.

JP: Great stuff, we'll be seeing more of that as we move nearer to Vacation.

Sully: Hold it, JP, I'm being told we're heading backstage now… what can this be?

[The scene cuts to a backstage area, on the outside of a room. The camera is focussed in on the door, which slowly starts to open. Inside, the room is almost pitch black, except from a small light in the corner, which shines at a tall padded leather chair.]

Sully: Who the hell is this, JP?

JP: I don't know, but I guess he's sitting on the chair and seems to be a little camera shy.

[The chair swiftly swivels round showing a man whose face is in shadow. He leans forward revealing himself to be Sam King. The crowd can be heard in the background booing loudly.]

JP: Oh, not this arrogant bastard!

Sully: Let him speak, JP. That so-called 'bastard' speaks a lot of sense.

[King starts to laugh in an evil way, as he leans back slightly on the chair and positions himself in a gangster like posture. He begins to address himself to the crowd.]

Sam King: Hello Minesota! Allow me to introduce myself, I am the 'Newly Reformed', 'The King', 'The Official WMD ass kicker' SAM F'N KING. Now some of you may be wondering why I don't have a match tonight. And you know, I wondered that too. But you know what, I deserve a break as much as the next hard working employee. After all, I have been working a little 'overtime' over the last few weeks…. General… Manager… Fozzy!

[The crowd's volume increases louder as they boo King, after mentioning his attack on Fozzy a few days before Dynamite. This just makes King more smug and cocky, as he leans back in his chair. He smiles and resumes the same posture as before, this time putting his hands on his lap and his two thumbs touching.]

Sam King: I take it you all remember, then? Haha… I remember a few months back when Fozzy was the most hated man on MWF television, what changed? Was it the fact he enlightened us on his new fiancée, Ed Walker's beautiful daughter? Or was it when President Edward Walker turned his back on your miserable faces, back at Madness? OR… was it the formation of the Weapons of Mass Destruction that turned Fozzy on your side? Because from where I'm standing, that's what it looks like.

[The majority of the crowd who calmed down a little, and are listening to what King has to say. His facial expression his changed somewhat, to a more serious expression.]

Sam King: What is it you scumbags see in the WMD? Is it because they hold the most gold amongst them? I don't think so. I think it's a more in depth conclusion. I think you weasels are all glory hunters. You want to all follow the team that has the most potential. Well listen up people! You're following the wrong people. Look at me… I'm the best! I'm the one you people should be bowing down to, sucking up to, hell - even praising! I was the first Xtreme Champion, first Tag Team Champion, first DOUBLE champion. I've also wrestled the most matches in the MWF. And if it weren't for Anarkist, I would be the only left survivor from when this celebrated organisation first opened it's doors. A lot of people have come and gone, but guess who stuck through it all, guess who's wrestled in three PPV's and wound up quite a record in the MWF! Yours truly…

[King, still with a serious look on his face, gently leans back in his chair, staring dead into the camera. He listens out at the crowd who has fallen deadly silent. But there seems to be a strange air about King, as he sits intently on his chair. No smug smile litters his face, but instead, a look of solemnity can be seen.]

Sam King: Which brings me onto my next point. Another two months, another pay-per-view… another ass kicking! Now one man, before the night of Dynamite, put out a challenge to me… a challenge that was just begging for an answer. And tonight, in front of all of you, I am going to give an answer. For those of you ignorant souls who missed this influential challenge set by none other than The Jeopardizer, I will repeat it. Now this lowly son of a bitch confronted all of his fears last night and plucked up the courage to ask me to accompany him to the ring and face him one-on-one at Vacation next month! And you know what I say? I say… I say YOU… ARE… ON!! JayZ, you don't know how long I've wanted to just put my hands round your neck and strangle the life out of your miserable self. Every time you walk into that ring every week, every time you open your mouth, I've just felt that urge to walk out there and shut your mouth for good! Well next month at Vacation, June 23rd, it's gonna be your lucky day, Jay. Because on that day, you will meet me in the ring and you will be massacred! Just like the lamb to the slaughter, Jeopardizer, you're gonna wish you'd never been born! And when I pound you to the very last inch of your life, you're gonna be thinking two months back in the main event at MAYhem. You're gonna be thinking to yourself, "Why the hell did I smack Sam King round the head with a mother-fucking chair?!"

[Sam King stares deadly into the camera for several seconds, then slowly gets up off the chair. Footsteps can be heard as he walks out the door. Darkness fills the room as the dim light is switched off, and the scene slowly fades back into the main arena.]