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Unstoppable #18 Feb 28, 2016 1:13:55 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on Feb 28, 2016 1:13:55 GMT -6

Not So Fast Mr. Stevenson

Drew's BBQ to spite IC3 had been a success, a fraction had joined the festivities that had included liquor and endless amounts of Kansas City bar-be-q which is known to be the best of the best. As learned per Twitter, Drew had managed to get the owners of the lot that the BBQ was taking place on- an O'Reilly's to forbid either IC3 and/or Varano from stepping foot on their property which was a seldom victory for The Emerald.

Drew: "Who's having fun tonight?!"

A collective "YEAHHHHHHHH" sounded from the crowd as for the first time in a while, Drew looked to be happy with the events of MSW. It had been a tough ride for him with how Isaac Cornelius III and Eugene B. Varano seemingly ripped everything away from him- but not this.. right?

Drew: "Keep on eating, there's more where this came from!"

Drew lifted his bottle of water into the air in form of a "toast" of sorts as the crowd let off another collective reply of approval as across the way- exactly 301 feet from the BBQ was Eugene B. Varano, and with him? A police cruiser and two uniformed officers. Standing in front of the cruiser, Varano has a megaphone in front of his mouth as he sounded off-

"EXCUSE ME!"

The megaphone was loud enough to catch the attention of some, but not all. Drew noticed what was going on and in an act of defiance, he extended his arm and turned the volume of the music louder- the crowd grew rowdier from the tunes blasting through the parking lot-

"EXCUSE ME PARTICIPANTS OF THE DREW STEVENSON ACTIVITY!"

Drew turned the volume even LOUDER now to drown out Varano's voice which then in turn made Varano to max out the volume on the megaphone!

Varano: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE LEND ME YOUR EARS OR RISK FINES OR EVEN A BEING PUNISHED WITH A MISDEMEANOR!"

"THERE'S NO EBENEEZER HERE!"

A voice replied from across the way as Varano's words were successfully diluted from the music. Knowing that it wasn't working the way he intended, he turned to the officers and showed them a piece of paperwork which caused one of them to move towards the driver's door of the cruiser, reach into the vehicle and hit the siren on the top of the car which got the attention of the people. Drew was seen sighing from across the way as he reluctantly turned the music down.

Officer: "Mister Stevenson thank you for obliging with the request for silence."

Flipping Varano off from his stance, Varano's eyes went wide as he pointed at the gesture from Stevenson and tried to plead some case to the officers but wasn't successful. Instead, one of the officers requested the megaphone from Varano- as he handed it to him, the officer now spoke up-

Officer: "Drew Stevenson, please approach the vehicle!"

No doubt on Drew's mind was the order of protection that made it illegal to be within 300 feet of IC3, IC4 or Izzy Cornelius but Drew wasn't about to disregard an order from one of Kansas City's Finest. Moving toward Varano and the cops, Drew took a long sip of the water as the cop handed the megaphone back to Varano.

Officer: "Sir, I've been informed that there is liquor being served at that BBQ, is this true?"

Drew: "Liquor? Nah, we've got water, cranberry juice, Coca-Cola.. Sprite and I think Mountain Dew."

A sly smile moved across Drew's face as Varano shook his head from behind one of the officers, disgusted with Drew skating on possible charges to take him down.

Officer: "So if we go there and we check containers, there's no alcohol... at all?"

Putting his hands up to express innocence, Drew shook his head.

Drew: "Hey, we're not serving alcohol, officer. I've got more respect than to break the law like that, especially when I know that chicken-hawk-"

Drew pointed in Varano's direction.

Drew: "Is watching my every step. Feel free to join, there's lot of food and drinks, we'd be honored to have you attend!"

Varano: "He's kissing up, don't buy it! Stevenson is a wolf in sheep's clothing, don't fall for that goofy act of his!"

Drew: "Excuse me, Beatrice? That's not very professional of you! I'm just here with the fans letting them interact with me, what's wrong with that? I've done nothing but abide to the stipulations of the court, this get-together was paid for out of pocket by myself for the people of Missouri. I'd appreciate it if you stopped harassing me!"

Varano: "WHAT?! HARASSING YOU!? YOU'RE THE ONE FINDING CLEVER WAYS AROUND INSULTING MY CLIENT ON TWITTER!"

Drew: "I have no idea what you're talking about, I refuse to even think of such a thing. I'm a law-abiding citizen with nothing but the utmost respect for law enforcement in Kansas City as well as the United States legal system. Now officer-"

Firing a wink in Varano's direction- Drew had Varano's number.. which allowed Drew to look in the officer's direction.

Drew: "I know you both are on duty right now but if you like I can make you a plate of food for later?"

The officers looked at each other before shaking their heads and extending their hands out to Drew, which Drew accepted and shook.

Officer: "No need Mister Stevenson, we apologize for interrupting your Fan Experience."

The officers turned away from Drew and back to Varano as with the cops attention off of him- Drew gave Varano an good ol' fashioned crotch chop with a smile as big as the state of Texas across of his face. Varano- outraged that Drew was being given 'preferential treatment' in his opinion quickly raked through the words and laws in his head- as Drew backed up and bobbed his head to the music that he signaled from across the way to turn back up... the bigger, more built cop spoke.

Officer: "Sir there's nothing going on here that requires our presence. Please refrain from calling for matters such as these."

Drew once again- silently of course- pointed in Varano's direction and fired off another crotch chop as Varano's eyes scanned the area- then, his eyes lit up.

Varano: "Missouri Revised Statute; five-seven-four dot zero-four-zero."

The other officer, a lot smaller in size arched a brow at Varano and stroked the tip of his chin with his thumb before gazing over at his partner.

Officer: "You know what he's quoting?"

Officer: "No clue, what?"

Officer: "Illegal Assembly."

Officer: "But they granted Drew and company use of the parking lot of the BBQ."

Varano: "Actually officer..."

Now Varano fired a smile as Drew closed in on the area as he didn't trust that look across Varano's face.

Varano: "Drew Stevenson actively assembled six or more people- which is considered a gang by definition- with the intent to disturb the peace with such loud music and obviously intoxicated fans. Now officers- this illegal assembly which was organized by Drew Stevenson and promoted via Mister Stevenson's personal Twitter account can lead to several violations of the law such as DUIs, DWIs, Assault and Battery even more severe cases like homicide. I seriously doubt that your commanding officer would appreciate the fact that you had the opportunity to break up such an event that could lead to these tragic.. tragic events, right? Wouldn't the city and county of Kansas City thus be responsible and held liable by the families of the hurt and or deceased?"

The cops looked at each other- the slender one nodded as the bigger one shrugged and turned to Drew-

Officer: "Sorry Mister Stevenson, he's right. We can't risk being held liable for property damage, personal injury or death."

It was as if a brick had hit Drew square in the stomach as he.. couldn't do anything aside of bite his tongue with what he wanted to say. Varano was very good at his job and quickly showed the two officers his 'concern' of the BBQ that could cause the officers to be in trouble if things went South-

Officer: "You've gotta break it up."

Drew: ".. really?"

Officer: "For the safety of your party-goers as well as the general public. Maybe there's no alcohol being served, but obviously the participants are intoxicated and that causes problems if they decide to attempt to drive home. We can't have that... sorry Drew."

With the cops back to him, Varano gave Drew some of his own medicine and pointed and laughed silently as he held his stomach in the process. Drew though, he nodded and smiled at the officers knowing that they were just doing their job to protect the community.

Drew: "Absolutely officer, you're right. I understand your position and we can end the BBQ now. Please though, I ask that you come over with me in case some don't understand why they're being asked to vacate the lot. Is that OK?"

Both cops nodded in agreement as they moved to their vehicle and got in- hitting the siren a few times they moved to the BBQ are leaving Drew alone with Varano- all as Varano showed zero fear across his face. Drew ran the tip of thumb across his nose as he shot Varano a smile.

Varano: "This is just the beginning, I hope you know that."

Drew: "We welcome the challenge."

He smirked towards Varano.

Drew: "Good, because I won't rest until you're as miserable as humanly possible.. Beatrice."

Varano: "Thank you for reminding me of my middle name Stevenson, maybe if you paid as much attention to your finances and business matters you wouldn't be in this spot."

Drew: "You won't win, you're crooked and we both know that. It's only a matter of time before it all crashes down on your heads, Varano.. and you better believe that I'm going to be there to laugh as it happens. No matter how hard you try, you can't break me. You can take away my Academy, you can take away my occupational right to wrestle in the arena but you'll never take this away-"

Drew pounded his right fist over his heart as he nodded.

Drew: ".. no matter how hard you try. So long as this is beating, I'll keep standing up no matter how many times you knock me down."

Varano: "That's great to know Drew because we plan on constantly knocking you down... eventually though... I have a feeling that you're gonna get tired of standing up."

Drew: "As you said, I welcome that challenge. You won't win in the end Varano- good always prevails."

Varano: "You've got a weird version of what's considered 'good.' Here I am, an attorney that works to serve the justice system- and here you are, the same man that used to go on record insulting people because of their lack of zeros in their checking or saving accounts. Consider this karma for all you've done Drew Stevenson.. and we're not going to stop until you're as broken and damaged as that neck of yours."

Drew: "First Class won't be enough to do that, I promise you."

Varano didn't reply, he simply shrugged- smiled, and turned off and walked away. As he did so, the camera cut back to Drew as he was seen watching Varano step back onto IC3's side of the grounds- shaking his head in disappointment with how the evening had gone with the very promising BBQ that had generated fans and fun.. as the scene cut out.

Last Edit: Feb 28, 2016 1:15:02 GMT -6 by Das Admin

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Unstoppable #18 Feb 28, 2016 1:15:41 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on Feb 28, 2016 1:15:41 GMT -6

Handicap Match
The Evil Shades vs Matt Ward

Waking the Demon begins to play as Matt Ward makes his way out to the ring with a loud reception of boos from the fans in the arena, Matt taunts the fans as he makes his way into the ring as he prepares for his match.

Gavin Grey: The Following handicap match is scheduled for one fall!Introducing first, from Chicago, Canada, weighing 245lbs he is the Second City Nightmare... MATT WARD!

Smith: Matt Ward just can't seem to catch a break lately. Coming off of tough losses to both Logan Brock and Tracy Race now he has to take on not one but both Shades here tonight in a handicap match.

Bradford: Anytime you face one of the Shades you might as well be facing them all. They hail from the Realm of Shades and despite what some would have you think they possess enormous power!

Smith: Blowing purple sand and shooting 'fireballs' are not 'powers'. They're cheap parlor tricks, old school tactics used by some of the greatest villains in wrestling history in one form or another.

Bradford: They're wrestling miracles Ebeneezer Scrooge. Why wont you believe for once in your life? I know you're an old grumpy man but for Christ's sake!

Smith: I'm only grumpy because I have to deal with your biased commentary each week If you're not careful Matt Ward just might decide to take his frustraition out on you! I can't be the only one tired of it.

Bradford: Nonsense Smith, I'm a friend of the Ward family. Jim, James, Jeremy, honestly I lose track sometimes. But they are absolutely wonderful people! I don't care for their taste in friends though cough DrewStevenson cough. But that's beside the point, my point is this man is ready to inflict some punishment and he has a ton of frustration to exercise. This will be a very good match, no bias here of course though.

Smith: This has to be one of the few times where your biases actually cancel each other out...

Bradford: What? I'm capable of rooting for both sides for a compelling match. I'm a professional Smith; I'm insulted you'd insinuate otherwise!

"Run of Show" hits the speakers. The arena lights start flashing in red and purple, as Red and Purple Shade skip their way to the entrance ramp. Both Shades have wide smiles on their faces. Red Shade raises his hand in the air with his index finger extended, while Purple Shade puts his thumb up and thrusts his arm in front of him. The two of them skip their way down the ramp and slide into the ring, both Shades getting onto different turnbuckles to do their signature taunts. Out of the air, Blue Shade descends down to the ring, his cape spread

Gavin Grey: And his opponents, making their way to the ring, accompanied by the Blue Shade weighing in at a combined weight of...

Gavin Grey trails off, unable to read the rest of the index card.

Gavin Grey: … They are the Shades!

DING DING

Red and Purple decide to play a game of rock, paper scissors to determine who starts the match as Blue has a big tray of nachos topped with red jalapeno peppers and purple onions; out of solidarity for The Shades of course. As each Shade determines their object of choice, they both land on ROCK! The Shades go or a second game to break the tie but this time they both shoot out...SCISSORS! Before the Shades could go a third time however Matt Ward having enough just charged forward and took them both down with a double clothesline. The crowd boos much to Matt Ward's surprise as he quickly responds with a firm and loud “SHUT UP YOU PINHEADS!” Much to Matt's surprise the reaction gets even louder as he picks up Red by the throat and tosses him like a ragdoll across the ring. Purple wouldn't fair that much better as he scooped him up and quickly dropped his back against his knee as Purple kicked his feet all over the mat before rolling out, presumably making Red the legal man in the match. Finally getting the odds in his favor Matt wastes no time taking advantage as he casually kicks Red in the head repeatedly as he tries to get up before kneeling down and hitting him with a swift throat thrust. Red clutches his throat in agony having perilously sat up once the kicks stopped. Matt goes for a cover but only manages a 2 count.

Smith: Matt Ward is in the driver's seat right now. He has the size advantage and he's using that to quickly establish his momentum after nearly turning the Shades inside out.

Bradford: It's going to take more than that to put Red away that's for sure. The match is still young, we got a ways to go before this one is determined.

As this is going on Blue is eating his nachos as he keeps one eye on the recovering Purple on the outside and the other in Matt Ward. Matt Ward roughly yanks Red off the mat and whips him so hard into the opposing turnbuckle that he causes Red to flip upside-down upon impact. Blue winces at the impact as Purple begins to crawl back onto the apron and manages to make a blind tag as Ward has his back turned as he began to back up. As Red struggles to get up with the ropes he turns right into a Chi-Town Crushed ( Running Crossbody) from Matt Ward. Ward goes for the cover and shouts for the referee to count but Derek Lay lets him know that Red isn't the legal man.

Smith: Ward hits the devastating crossbody but Purple managed to get the blind tag.

Bradford: The Shades are always thinking one step ahead! Matt's going to need to keep eyes in the back of his head.

Smith: No doubt, we've seen what the shades could do over the last few shows. You think you got one of them and suddenly the situation changes on the dime.

Bradford: Matt Ward is definitely excersizing some frustration either way right now and he's beginning to look like a runaway freight train.

Blue was on the verge of intervening when Purple ascended to the top rope, perched and waiting to strike and when Ward got up and turned around he was knocked back by a surprisingly effective missile dropkick. Purple quickly sprung back up to his feet and went to follow it up with a dropkick but it only manages to make Ward stumble back more. Purple gets up and runs and throws his whole weight and momentum behind him as he goes for a Running Crossbody of his own and finally he takes Matt Ward down! The referee quickly drops down to count... 1, 2, NO! Matt Ward managed to hold onto him and carried him with him as he managed to return to his feet, quickly dropping him down and transitioning to the Concussioned (Lifting inverted DDT). Ward goes for what would surely be the final nail in the coffin, the pinfall to end it all. 1, 2, 3!

NO! Red managed to see what was going on and used all the reserves he had in the tank to leap forward and break up the pin in the knick of time!

Smith: Ward nearly had him with the Concussed but Red managed to just barely make the save.

Bradford: You mean Concussioned right?

Smith: That's not proper english.

Bradford: Who cares? It's the man's move, he can call it Zipper Fling Ding if he wants; doesn't make it any less effective.

Blue breathed a sigh of relief at ringside before resuming his consumption of his delicious snack. In a fit of rage Ward grabs Red by the head and flings him over the top rope, out of the ring and flipping Blue's nachos all over the floor.

Bradford: Matt Ward just made a big mistake. You don't mess with Blue's food.

Smith: Somehow I actually think you're right... Blue has thus far prevented himself from getting involved, which is when the Shade's usual antics come to light. He's surely going to make a fuss now.

Blue flips out as he hops up on the ring apron shouting and complaining, pointing repeatedly to his nachos on the ground and demanding reimbursement. The referee pleads that he was not responsible and the two have a lengthy back and forth discussion. Meanwhile Red slides back into the ring and clubs Ward in the back as he makes his way back to Purple, which buys Purple enough time to turn around and reach into his trunks. Just as Ward is about to give Red the business he quickly points behind Ward. Ward turns around a Purple blows purple sand in his face, blinding him temporarily. As Ward is stumbling around he walks right into a fireball from Red to make matters worse as he drops to the mat clutching his face.

Bradford: MIRACLE! DOUBLE WRESTLING MIRACLE!

Smith: For the final time, it wasn't a miracle. It was nothing but a lighter, flash paper, and a bunch of colored sand.

Bradford: Can it, Ebeneezer!

Smith: It is what it is Bradford. Whether or not you want to admit it the proof is in the pudding. Either way Matt Ward is in a world of trouble now with his sight temporarily robbed from him.

Red and Purple point to the corner as the crowd actually cheers and they drag Matt Ward to the corner in a seated position. Back to back the Shades link arms and begin to square dance-stomp in alternating succession for about 6 rotations before they each skip and back off as they take turns dropkicking him in the face, Purple followed by Red. Finally Red slaps his hands together to indicate a tag as Purple slips under the rope and back to the corner. Finally the referee turns around as Red drags Ward to the center for a pin. 1, 2, thre/KICKOUT! Red jumps up and begins to parade around the ring as Blue shouts that he kicked out. Red continues this parade until he runs into the referee holding up two fingers, his celebration quickly fading like a kid that thought he won the lottery only to realize he was one number off.

Bradford: Watch out, Red!

Smith: Their moment may have just passed with that premature celebration. Ward is getting back to his feet and he looks angry.

By this time Ward regained his sight and like a man possessed nearly turns Red inside out with a lariat. With a quick slash across his throat Matt Ward scoops Red up and looks to hit the Way of the Warrior (Vertical suplex lifted and dropped into a sitout side power slam) but as he lifts him up for the suplex Purple reaches over and just barely manages to get his fingertips on Red's boot which was just good enough to be a legal blind tag and hits him square in the gut with a toe kick as he turns around, causing Red to land back on his feet with Matt's head tucked under his arm. Purple's eyes light up as he reaches over to secure the head as well.

Smith: Could this be the rarely seen Double Tornado DDT?

Bradford: I thought it was a myth! It's been ages since cameras recorded this undertaking. If that isn't a wrestling miracle I dont know what is.

Smith: It's not a miracle, it's a simple double team wrestling manuever. But I don't know if they can close the deal, both men have to be in sync with one another to have a chance to pull it off.

The Shades somehow, someway manage to pull off a Double Tornado DDT as they plant Matt Ward unceremoniously to the mat. Purple covers Ward as Red piles on top of Purple to make sure there was no kicking out of this move. 1, 2...3!

Gavin Grey: Here are your winners... The Shades?

Gavin Grey was absolutely stunned as "Run of Show" played to confirm that this was finally the real deal the Shades had been looking for this entire time.

Bradford: THE SHADES! THE SHADES HAVE WON! MSW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME! SUCK IT SMITH! SUCK IT! I TOLD YOU WRESTLING MIRACLES ARE POSSIBLE! SUCK IT!

Smith: I don't know what to say... over 40 years in this business and I thought I truly saw it all until now.

Red and Purple hug and jump for joy as Blue enters the ring. Red and Purple hoist Blue up high like they just won the NCAA Championship and with his arms extended Red, Purple, and Blue confetti shoot out from his wrists.

Bradford: HOLY SHIT! HE CAN EVEN SUMMON CONFETTI FROM THE REALM OF SHADES!

Smith: Do I really need to explain it? He's got tubes hidden under his... forget it. Just forget it. Why do I even bother?

Bradford: MARK THIS DAY ON YOUR CALLENDERS, SAVE THIS EPISODE ON YOUR DVR, AND BUY THE DVD FROM OUR STORE! WRESTLING HISTORY WAS MADE TONIGHT!

The Shades continue their celebration as Red and Purple put Blue down. The trio exits the ring as Blue pulls out a bottle of champagne and sprays it all over the place before taking a healthy gulp. Red and Purple pull out plastic matching red and purple champagne glasses as they try to catch as much of the spraying champagne before getting their own share poured from the blue bottle. The triumphant trio take a victory lap around the ring before walking up the ramp as MSW cuts to commercial.

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Unstoppable #18 Feb 28, 2016 1:17:04 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on Feb 28, 2016 1:17:04 GMT -6

Backstage, Artemis and Peyton Kaiser are heading up towards the entrance with Artemis’ introduction happening now. But as they’re heading up there, they’re stopped by Edward Trampke, IC3’s assistant and second in command. They look at him very unpleasantly.

Trampke: Annnd just where do you think YOU’RE going?

Artemis: WE’RE going to the ring because I have a title to defend.

Gavin Grey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PURE 15 Championship! Introducing first, the champion…. Arteeemmiiiss Kaaiiisserrr!

Trampke: Correction, YOU Artemis are going to the ring. YOU Peyton are not. You are banned from ringside for this match and if you DO happen to get involved? Well let us just say that you Artemis will no longer be able to compete for ANY Missouri State Championship. No MSW Championship, no PURE 15 championship because you will be automatically disqualified… you’ll also be stripped of the Women’s Championship and you’ll both be stripped of the tag team championships. But definitely good luck out there, Artemis. You’ll need it.

Trampke walks away and Artemis just looks at Peyton. Knowing full well that Artemis is out numbered he wants to be there, but it would take away everything from Artemis.

The shot heads out to ringside with the music now beginning to play.

"With blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, together with our hellish hate, WE'LL BURN YOU ALL! THAT IS YOUR FATE!"

The Red Lantern oath echoes out, spoken by the God of Anger herself, Artemis Kaiser. A shade of red lingers among the arena. Glimpses of the audience are shown next, seeing their intrigue. Some bear obvious disgust in the woman that is about to come out. They know of her; they bore witness to her reign in MSW. Now she falls upon them again. The lights go out, before the screeching guitar of "Sonne" by Rammstein abruptly interrupts any thoughts.

"ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs."

As the final number rings out, the lights begin to fluctuate at an alarming rate, white and a dark shade of blue. Artemis comes from the back, MSW Women's Championship in tow. The hood of her Greg Jackson MMA hoodie shrouds her face. She stands on the stage, soaking in the cascade of boos that follow her appearance. In one defiant motion, she makes the boos intensify. She raises the championship high into the air, allowing a glimpse of her face, or rather, her demented smirk. She begins her march down to the ring. Artemis has made it to the end of the ramp. There, she removes the hood, revealing not only her scars, but also the empathetic red streak across her face. She once again raises her championship high into the air, before roaring out. She leaps onto the ring apron and enters the ring. She places her championship upon her shoulder, before ascending the top turnbuckle. There, she looks out towards the crowd before roughly turning her attention to her opponent. With a scowl, she drops from the turnbuckle. She begins her preparations for the upcoming match up and we cut back to the entrance.

Gavin Grey: And introducing the challenger…. being accompanied by T-Zone and Lenny, the team of Well Connected, he is TEEE JAAYY BRRYYYYCCEEE!

"Fame" by B.O.B. hits on the P.A and TJ Bryce comes through the curtain walking backwards until the chorus kicks in. Once the chorus kicks in, TJ turns around and the camera zooms in. Pointing down to his Rolex he mouths "Time is money" and gives up that classic arrogant wink toward the camera. He continues his way down the ramp with Well Connected at his sides, rubbing his shoulders and pep talking him. TJ completely ignoring the fans and slides in the ring. Once in the ring we leans against a turnbuckle and waits impatiently for the match to start.

The bell rings and Artemis wastes no time going for TJ but he’s quick to dip out of the ring and laugh with Well Connected and he walks around the ring. The count out has begun but Artemis refuses to let this happen so she slides out to cut TJ off but he slides back in to avoid Artemis so she follows. But TJ was to his feet and caught her with some stomps while holding onto the top rope with the referee giving the five count. At four, TJ stops and turns around taunting the people with the crowd booing. Artemis is up though and she charges at TJ, jumping up with a forearm to the back of his neck stumbling TJ Bryce forward and Artemis keeps the hits coming in a rapid fury and TJ is crouched and covering himself and slides back to the outside again.

BOOOOOOOOOOO! TJ SUCKS! TJ SUCKS! TJ SUCKS!

TJ slides outside and Lenny jumps up on the other side of the ring distracting the referee and in comes T-Zone jumped up on the other apron but Artemis catches it and with TJ down she knocks T-Zone right off the apron. Artemis then turns around and with a running single leg dropkick she knocks Lenny off the apron and he clashes into the steel barricade. Artemis looking over talking trash to Well Connected when TJ Bryce is able to sneak up behind Artemis with a rear waist lock and drops her with a German Suplex and rolls quickly in for a pin but only a two. TJ shows frustration so he covers again but Artemis kicks out again after 2.

Smith: Take that, Well Connected! They shouldn't even be out here!

Bradford: Look at that TJ Bryce! Such a brilliant tactician! He's using multiple pins to ware out Artemis a lot sooner to make her less of a threat... as if she was to First Class anyway.

Smith: I seem to recall that we had this discussion last time too. It seems your allegiances to Artemis are completely thrown out the window.

Bradford: Lies and slander. Look, Artemis is amazing. She's been one of the single most dominant champions that we've ever seen in the business but I've known TJ Bryce for a very long time. I was there when Well Connected came into the picture, too. These three together are dangerous. Well Connected will do whatever TJ says and will make sure he wins no matter what. They weren't there last week so he has them now as his insurance.

Smith: So he's afraid he can't beat Artemis on his own?

Bradford: Of course he can, but why should he?

TJ is on his knees complaining to the referee but when he’s not paying attention, Artemis throws a kick up and knocks TJ in the head knocking him back and Artemis is quick for a cover but only a two as TJ uses one of his three rope breaks to break the pin. Artemis is forced to break the pin but isn’t happy about it. TJ is pointing to his head thinking he’s outsmarted Artemis and is down to 2 rope breaks.

Smith: TJ Bryce just used a rope break to get out of that pin and is now down to two! Not sure how wise that may have been.

Bradford: It's perfectly smart. 2 more to go, use less energy to kick out. 2 more rope breaks is plenty for Teej!

Artemis grabs TJ by the foot trying to pull him forward but TJ hangs onto the ropes and uses his feet to push Artemis off and she rolls backwards but comes charging back. TJ is getting up but Artemis catches him with a right knee to the side of the head while he’s in the ropes knocking him to the outside. Lenny and T-Zone rush over to help TJ up with the count out beginning. They’re brushing TJ off and talking him down. He nods his head with the count up to 11 and slides back into the ring. The ref keeping Artemis at bay while TJ gets into the ring.

Smith: There's those damn goons coming back into play again. It's really getting on my nerves when you can't just have a good, clean championship match anymore. There's always got to be somebody or something involved. Artemis is fighting off 3 and Pyeton is banned from ringside, it's like First Class is trying to screw her at every turn.

Bradford: No, Smith. You're wrong. Completely wrong. See, Well Connected are here to ASSIST TJ Bryce just like they did, picking him off the ground and brushing him off and helping him collect himself. They're assistants, Smith. And you're even MORE wrong about them trying to screw her. Artemis goes around each and every show and talks about just how good she is and how she's the most dominant champion. She says she's more dominant than Bryce Manning was as champion, that she's better than Bryce, the only actual talent to really believe in the power of our new champion, Tommy Angel. So IC3 is ensuring that Artemis can stand up to her words. I mean, if she plans to be MSW Champion some day she needs to be able to prove herself.

Smith: How has she not proven herself? Tag champion..

Bradford: Given to her by her brother.

Smith: Women's Champion...

Bradford: She had one tough match with Kat Jones who couldn't even beat that ginger Irish chick and got herself fired. Don't get me wrong, she's had some good matches, but nothing to push her like this. This is First Class benefiting her.

Smith: Pure 15 Champion, she beat Chris Williams for it and then defended it in that fatal 4 way two weeks ago.

Bradford: Dumb luck. That's why TJ Bryce is rematching now. She's unproven. No real opponents until now. She's so far from the MSW Championship and TJ Bryce is proving it right now! IC3 did say she was fairly impressive, and she is off to a great start, but he did tell her to keep it up or he'd fire her. So he's not THAT impressed. This isn't the Danny Stevenson or RWD Era anymore.

He keeps his eye on Artemis and as soon as he’s in but TJ moves and Artemis nearly flies over the top but realizes what it would mean and is able to throw her body down just in time to crouch and bounce into the ropes and rushes forward across the ring. Artemis hits the ropes and TJ looks at her to try and catch her coming but he’s caught with a Falcon Kick (single leg dropkick). Well, so she thought but TJ was able to catch her single leg and turn it into a single leg crab with a big smile on his face, Well Connected outside cheering him on. Artemis is struggling, TJ Bryce keeps the pressure on but she’s able to make it to the ropes using a rope break, using one of her three, now down to two. TJ holds it until the count of 4 before letting go to risk disqualification.

Smith: And there's Artemis using a rope break to get out of a very stick and possibly very dangerous situation! And then there's TJ Bryce holding it longer than he should! It's a damn rope break, let her go!

Bradford: He did, Smith! Pay attention. He has until the count of 5 to let go and he did. He's still in it and unfortunately so is Artemis.

Thing continued like this, Well Connected causing some distractions but not enough for Artemis to be thrown off her game. Time has passed, action continues with numerous near counts, the time count is now down to five minutes, each left with one rope break. Artemis appears to be in control but TJ isn’t giving much room to keep control. Artemis is looking to pick TJ up off the apron but he counters with quick roll up trapping her legs but at two she’s able to kick out. As she does, TJ is able to flip it over into a crossface and is yanking back on it but Artemis is able to roll it over looking for a pin counter but just as soon as she does Well Connected are right back on the apron distracting, keeping the referee away and Artemis releases the pin.

Smith: Amazing counter from Artemis but will the referee do something about those two? They've gotten involved more times than should be legally allowed and yet they're STILL getting involved. I'm sick of it. I'm so sick and tired of seeing this. Good people left and right... Drew Stevenson, Scotty Addams, Duke Andrews, all feeling the wrath of First Class because they don't believe in IC3. And now Artemis!

Bradford: You really should quit being so Bias, Smith! Artemis, as much as I don't want to admit, for all intents and purposes, could have had that won but instead she chose to let the pin go.

Smith: Because the referee got distracted by Well Connected! If T-Zone and Lenny were not out here, Artemis could have had that victory right there!

Bradford: She's also making the mistake of keeping her back turned on TJ Bryce! He's getting up, Smith! And when he does it's all over for Artie! Down with Kaiser!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The booing was heavy but not just from Well Connected, it was because another member of First Class, Delsin Oswald comes running out.

Smith: Come on, ENOUGH! What the hell is Delsin Oswald doing out here?! Wasn't his cheap victory over Tevolo earlier tonight enough?!

Bradford: YES! D-O BABY!

Artemis doesn’t even see it as she’s too busy with Well Connected. Delsin actually grabs the PURE 15 championship from ringside and slides into the ring. Artemis turns around, mostly likely to keep an eye on TJ but when she see’s Delsin she goes for him just to be nailed across the head with the championship.

We get a quick scene of the back, Peyton pacing back and forth unable to stand the fact that if he goes out there right now, it takes away everything Artemis strives for in MSW, then the camera cuts back to the ring.

Delsin dips from the ring, timekeeper calls out 2 minutes left and Delsin ducks under the apron. Well Connected jump off of the apron and TJ Bryce quickly crawls over to cover Artemis. He hooks the near leg and the referee rushes down for the count but doesn’t notice that Artemis, who has 1 rope break left, has her far foot under the ropes. The referee counts-- one, two, three.

Artemis isn’t moving, the crowd is booing and the bell sounds. TJ Bryce is handed the championship and he holds it up high, First Class enters the ring. Peyton rushes out since the match is over to help Artemis, as medics rush out and we cut to a commercial break.

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Unstoppable #18 Feb 28, 2016 1:23:24 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on Feb 28, 2016 1:23:24 GMT -6

Coming back from commercial, after managing to steal the PURE15 Championship from Artemis Kaiser, the scene opened with TJ Bryce- as happy as can be with the gold thrown over his right shoulder. T-Zone and The Lenny had got their bells rung by Artemis in the match, she managed to fight three off but the extra hand by Delsin Oswald was just too much for MSW's first Triple Crown Champion to handle. Moving through the back, Teej carried a nauseating sense of confidence about himself and that was only amplified with the PURE15 Championship in his possession.

TJ Bryce: I told her that I'd leave as champion, these people are too stupid to realize who the best is.

T-Zone: Hell yeah, tell'em boss.

The Lenny: That was SICK, boss. Now there's no doubt who the elite is and it sure as hell ain't Artemis "Concussed" Kaiser!

TJ Bryce: I'd say I'm worried about her condition- but then I'd be lying, and the world knows there's one thing TJ Bryce isn't.. and that's a liar.

If there was an option to freeze the frame and drop a pair of the "Deal With It" sunglasses over Bryce, this would be that time. Instead, the three chuckled. Soon, they'd be escorting their First Class brother, Tommy Angel out to his match with Duke Andrews- where TJ knew without a shadow of a doubt that once again, First Class would leave victorious as IC3 had assembled the greatest collective talent.. ever. As they turned the corner- sitting on a black production crate, we see one of MSW's hottest young stars- Logan Brock talking to a stagehand. With the night off, Brock was keeping an eye on developments as he was the type to keep out of problems unless of course, it had something to do with him.

TJ Bryce: What's the matter with you kid, don't you have class?

Logan- unsure who TJ was talking to, paid no mind to the PURE15 Champion which irritated Teej.

TJ Bryce: Hey punk, I'm talking to you!

Brock arched a brow and pushed himself off of the crate, standing his ground. TJ Bryce and Well Connected moved towards the two and as Bryce seemed to be glaring in Logan Brock's direction- he made a sharp turn and got in the face of the young- smaller stagehand who looked terrified.

TJ Bryce: I asked you a question stupid!

T-Zone: Yeah nerd, answer the man!

The Lenny: I think a swirlie is in this punk's future!

T-Zone and Lenny shared a sophomoric handshake as Logan looked at the stagehand- sensing the kid's fear and spoke up-

Logan Brock: What's your deal?

Bryce- taken back by Logan Brock speaking out in his direction looked at his boys before pointing his thumb at himself.

TJ Bryce: Whoa.. Whoa- did you just address me with THAT tone?!

T-Zone: He totes did boss!

The Lenny: Maybe there's TWO swirlies in the future!

With another sophomoric high five in effect- Logan Brock chuckled before he scoffed.

Logan Brock: Listen Dumb and Dumber- I'd suggest you shut up before I knock you out- and you-

Brock fixed his attention on TJ Bryce-

Logan Brock: You're a bully- nothing more. You run with these two idiots 'cause you're insecure and know you're not good enough to get things done on your own. You didn't impress ANYONE with that garbage earlier- we both know that Kaiser should still have that title you're wearing now.

TJ Bryce: WH- WHAT?!

Absolutely floored by Logan Brock's words- Bryce didn't expect the young star to stand up to them the way he did.. but knew he couldn't be filmed being told off like he was now- fumbling for words, Teej managed to speak up-

TJ Bryce: Slow down, Wile E. Coyote before we drop an ACME Anvil on your head. Do you know- do you have any understanding on who the HELL you're talking to!? They're Well Connected, but we're FIRST CLASS! We RUN MSW! If I wasn't so worn out from earlier I'd slap the taste o-

Brock had heard enough and shoved past the stagehand and got in Bryce's face- going nose to nose.

Logan Brock: You'd do what.. exactly?

Showing ZERO fear, Logan Brock's glare burnt a hole through Teej that extended out towards Well Connected.

TJ Bryce: Your mouth is going to write a check your ass can't cash kid.

Logan Brock: I'm ready whenever you are.

Not backing down from Teej and Well Connected, Teej backed up as Well Connected acted as if they were 'holding him back'-

TJ Bryce: You're lucky we've got things to do and they're here or else I would of put your simple self down! You're trash kid, you're nothing- you're freakin' gum under my shoe!

Logan Brock: You know where to find me... "champ."

The way Brock said it was dripping with sarcasm, causing Teej to flinch as if he wanted to move forward but Well Connected had him locked down.

Logan Brock: I'd take that title away from you quicker than a blink of an eye TJ, don't forget that.

Bryce simply pointed in Logan's direction as Well Connected pulled him away.. once the three were out of the shot- the camera panned back to Brock who was standing next to the stagehand- before Brock slapped him on the shoulder.

Logan Brock: That's how you deal with bullies Bobby- when you stand up to them, they back down. Don't let that guy boss you around and make you feel like you're insignificant, put him in his place next time.

The stagehand simply nodded, glad and relieved Logan Brock was there or else.. he knew he'd be a victim to hazing and insults.

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Unstoppable #18 Feb 28, 2016 1:42:15 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on Feb 28, 2016 1:42:15 GMT -6

MAIN EVENT
NON-TITLE
Duke Andrews vs MSW Champion Tommy Angel w/ First Class

The single guitar riff of "Trenches" by Pop Evil hits the sound system as the lights dim. A quick flash of white and bright green lights flicker before settling in front of the curtain. At the 13 second mark, Duke Andrews steps from behind the curtain, standing at the center of the stage. Wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with "Epitome of Perfection" written in a script font across the chest. His right hand in the air.

"No time to hide
I'm alive on the inside
Breaking up my mind on the front lines
When I survive, when I survive another day
This great divide
Side by side on the inside
Breaking up our minds on the front lines
Never again, never again will I be denied
Here I come"

Duke has made his way down the ramp and to the ring.

Gavin Grey: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, standing six feet four inches, from Grand Rapids, Michigan....the Epitome of PERFECTION....DUKE ANDREWS!"

Duke hits the top turnbuckle of the ring furthest from the ramp with his right hand back in the air.

"I've waited all my life to get out of trenches
I'm ready to fight for what I believe you can steal from me
I won't take this
Gonna fill these trenches
And stand up
Wake up"

Suddenly the music cuts off as the oh so familiar sound of coins clanging together accompanied by a cash register ding of Pink Floyd's “Money (Instrumental)” hit the PA system. The crowd boos mercilessly as Tommy Angel slowly emerges from the back wearing a pair of black trunks with the First Class logo on the back, the MSW Championship fit snuggly around his waist. He slowly begins to walk down the ramp with all of First Class in toe; Izzy on his arm flanked by The Skylarks with heavy bandages wrapped around their stomachs, IC4 was only a few steps behind them looking pumped as ever despite the beating he took earlier in the night with Delsin Oswald walking next to him albeit a little sore from his match with Tevolo earlier n the night. Trailing the pack was TJ Bryce with the MSW PURE 15 title in toe with Well Connected on either side of him. Behind them was the proud Poppa himself, IC3 clapping with approval with Eugene B. Varano to his right threatening to sue an obnoxious member of the crowd and Ed Trampke to his left nodding with an authoritative power walk next to the boss.

Gavin Grey: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by First Class, he weighed in tonight at 203lbs, hailing Los Angeles, California he is YOUR MSW Heavyweight Champion... TOMMY ANGEL!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Bradford: Look at this classless crowd, these are Stevenson's people! And Duke Andrews is in bed with that degenerate. It makes me sick!

Smith: Why does it make you sick? It takes a lot of courage to stand up against corruption, even if your numbers are small. He knows First Class is going to make his life hell for standing up for his longtime friend and he doesn't give a damn either! MSW needs more people like Duke!

Bradford: How dare you talk that way about the First Family of MSW! This isn't Stevensonland anymore and I'll keep telling you over and over until it gets through your thick little skull; get with the times! He's the boss, he calls the shots and like it or not you'll have no choice but to learn to love it.

Duke begins to scan around the ring as First Class suddenly breaks ranks as IC4, the Skylarks, Delsin Oswald, and even Ed Trampke each decide to take a side of the ring as if they may try to enter all at once. IC4 hops up to one side and Duke quickly goes to run and swing only for IC4 to quickly hop off. Then both the Skylarks try to enter on their side of the ring and Duke lunges for them only for them to do the same. Then Delsin hops up and Duke nearly hits him, just barely missing his nose by less than an inch. Finally as Duke frantically scans around the ring expecting a IC4, Skylarks, or Trampke ambush he's instead met by Tommy Angel running at him full speed, hitting him in the head with the MSW Championship as the crowd turns livid.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FIRST CLASS SUCKS! FIRST CLASS SUCKS! FIRST CLASS SUCKS! FIRST CLASS SUCKS! FIRST CLASS SUCKS! FIRST CLASS SUCKS! FIRST CLASS SUCKS!

The referee tries to reprimand Tommy Angel but quickly stops as IC3 barks at him to ring the bell and shut up. Mike Maddix, reluctantly standing in for Billy Vegas who was hurt earlier in the night thanks to Chris Williams rings the bell.

DING DING

Tommy Angel quickly goes for the corner as IC4 quickly grabs the MSW Championship near the apron and hands it off to IC3. The referee drops down and only manages to get a 2 count. Tommy Angel quickly goes for another pin as the referee only manages a 2 count. Frustrated he hooks both legs as Andrews kicks out again at 2.

Bradford: Veteran move by Tommy Angel. By going for the pin often and early he's exhausting Duke Andrews. At this rate he'll run out of gas the longer this match goes.

Smith: Veteran move? This was premeditated and you know it! He ambushed him with the championship belt in an attempt to put this match away quickly.

Bradford: 100% legal. The bell hadn't rung yet. When you're the Champion everyone is trying to take your spot. You're under attack from all sides and you have to take every advantage you can get. Week in and week out you have to give it your all; even in a non-title match. A win here could go a long way to earn a future championship opportunity and he just can't risk that happening.

Smith: He didn't earn it, Scotty Addams was never given a fair chance. It was a setup from the very get go. It wasn't enough for IC3 to buy the company, he has to shove it in everyone's faces with his poster boy holding the belt. He's bound determined to recreate MSW in his image.

Tommy Angel quickly clocks Andrews with a punch to the face as he tries to sit up and he follows up by another and another. Angel repeatedly rains down with a barrage of punches as the referee calls for a clean break. Tommy continues to ignore until the count of 4 when the referee practically pries him off of Duke Andrews, as Duke's forehead has been busted open at this point. First Class are all applauding and shouting encouragement at this point as Duke manages to get his hand on the middle rope as he slowly begins to pull himself up.

Smith: And now Duke Andrews is busted open, no doubt due to the belt and a barrage of punches!

Bradford: Duke is paying for his sins right now. He decided to make enemies out of the wrong people and instead of keeping his nose out business that didn't concern him he decided to try and be a hero!

Smith: Sins? How is standing up for what you believe in a sin? How is standing up for your friend and against corruption a sin? He's doing what's right, he's daring to stand up against this tyranny! He doesn't deserve this!

Tommy Angel and Mike Maddix have a heated but brief exchange of words before Tommy shoved him out of the way, Tommy Angel goes to forcibly help Duke Andrews to his feet but manages to get hit with a sucker punch for his trouble as Tommy Angel quickly dropped to a knee clutching his stomach. Duke manages to make it back to a full vertical base as he follows up with a left, a left, a left followed by a right hook as he sends Tommy Angel backwards. The crowd begins to heat up and quickly becomes a rhythmic reaction of dueling chants as Tommy fires back with a punch of his own

BOOO!

Duke fires back with another vicious punch of his own as the two continue to go back and forth.

YAY!

BOOO!

YAY!

BOOO!

BOOO!

BOOOO!

YAY!

YAY!

YAY!

YAY!

YAY!

Tommy Angel is reeling against the ropes at this point as Mike Maddix goes to intervene and this time Duke Andrews shoves him away only for Tommy Angel to catch him with a swift thumb to the eye.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Maddix is incensed at this point and issues a stern warning to Tommy Angel for playing loosely with the rules only for the Boss to quickly overrule him.

IC3: If you disqualify him you'll be fired! Do you hear me? I pay you to officiate the matches around here and ultimately you're playing by my rules, do you hear me, Mike? Thomas has incurred no such rule violation of which you speak!

Smith: And now IC3 is threatening Mike Maddix for trying to do his job!

Bradford: If the boss says if there was no rule violation then no such violation occurred!

Smith: Just because his puppet Billy Vegas isn't around to enforce the rules as loosely as possible he has the nerve to threaten Maddix with termination. This is a singles match, not no DQ or only one side can be DQ'd!

Bradford: Ultimately IC3's word is the law of the land, have you been living under a rock?

Smith: He's a fucking megalomaniac is what he is!

Bradford: Language! You're going to eat another fine over that! Where's your class, Smith?

Smith: It's true! IC3 and First Class are absolutely drunk with power and they're abusing it every step of the way! I don't do this for the paycheck! I do it because I love doing what I do. I love calling the action in the ring, I love helping this business grow. Danny Stevenson built a wrestling juggernaut built on tradition and respect and it makes me sick to see these clowns destroy what he and the roster built so hard to create!

As this is going on Tommy Angel is quick to follow this up with a Cradle DDT as his torso as well as the mat is stained red in Duke's blood by this point on the point of impact, the brawling doing little to keep the wound small. Tommy grabs him by the chin forcefully as he shouts at his foe.

Tommy Angel: Still think I mean nothing to the industry? Do you?! Do you still think I'm a paper champion? DO YOU?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tommy Angel: Facing me is the closest you're ever getting to that MSW Championship you disgusting Dollar Store Johnny Cash knockoff. DO YOU HEAR ME?

Tommy's eyes go wide as Duke Andrews flips him the double bird in defiance.

Bradford: AAAH! HE CAN'T DO THAT! HE CAN'T DO THAT!

Smith: He can and he did! Despite it all Duke Andrews in a fit of defiance shows that he won't go down without a fight! The fact that Tommy can't break him is starting to get to him. Give em hell, Duke!

Bradford: And you say that if it's a good thing? Tommy Angel has the upperhand, he's fresh, and he's got the Boss's blessing. Duke is only showing that he's a glutton for punishment!

Tommy Angel in a fit of rage drives his right knee straight into the head of Duke Andrews, protective metal brace and all, using it as a weapon. Tommy Angel drops down and goes to pin Duke again with the ref initially refusing to count due to Tommy Angel intentionally being loose with the rules once again before a death glare from IC3 mouthing “Do it” before he drops down to count the pin. 1...2...KICKOUT. Duke manages to get the arm up at the last moment!

Smith: And still Duke Andrews refuses to stay down! Despite throwing nearly everything he has at him Tommy still can't manage to put Duke away.

Bradford: He's digging his own grave. He should just throw in the towel now and beg for forgiveness. The longer this goes on the worse it's going to get.

Smith: Duke is showing a tremendous amount of heart tonight and despite it all he's not going to give First Class what they want. They can't break his spirit, they can't break his resolve and despite all the blood they still haven't broken his body!

Bradford: You sycophant. You just insist on biting the hand that feeds aren't you? Drew Stevenson can't even save him without becoming a certified felon! He's alone, he's outnumbered and he's definitely outclassed.

In a fit of rage Tommy Angel throws up three fingers before Maddix throws two back. Tommy Angel gets to his feet and violently shoves Maddix to the ground as he backs up and begins to undo his knee brace.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TOM-MY SUCKS! TOM-MY SUCKS! TOM-MY SUCKS! TOM-MY SUCKS! TOM-MY SUCKS! TOM-MY SUCKS! TOM-MY SUCKS!

Tommy Angel manages to get his brace off and holds it up as Duke Andrews is stirring on the mat, fully intending to use it as a weapon. Maddix gets back to his feet and begins to wrestle for control of the brace. Finally Maddix manages to force the brace out of Tommy's hand and tosses it to the outside as Tommy again shoves him, this time against the ropes. Just when it looked like Tommy was about to seriously hurt the official get gets blindsided by a spear from Duke Andrews! Duke rains repeatedly down on Tommy Angel with a flurry of fists, the crowd getting hotter and hotter with each punch before nearly going nuts when this time Duke Andrews busts Tommy Angel open. IC3 is seen visibly shaken at the display of blood pouring from his champion, the very beating he was trying to avoid his investment from taking. This time Maddix was a lot slower to call for a clean break after Tommy Angel nearly crippled him and only reluctantly does so out of fear for his job. Andrews keeps the foot on the gas however as he scoops Tommy Angel up and positions him between his legs and lifting him up above his head, his opponent held up by his arms back to back before slamming him down with that patented Perfection Plant (Razor's Edge). The sickening thud echoed throughout the arena as Tommy Angel folded like an accordion from the impact.

Smith: PERFECTION PLANT! Even with the deck stacked against him Duke Andrews still managed to find a way! He's on the verge of securing a signature win in Missouri State Wrestling over the Heavyweight Champion! IC3 is viasably shaken and Izzy looks like she's as pale as a ghost!

Bradford: This is a travesty! This match should be thrown out! Mike Maddix was showing him preferential treatment!

Smith: The only reason why Tommy Angel hasn't been disqualified by now was because IC3 threatened to fire Maddix for doing his job. Never in my entire career have I seen an official take so much punishment and abuse with zero repercussions. Can you blame Maddix after he was nearly seriously injured?

Bradford: YES! He has one job Smith, one job and he can't even do that right! Now Tommy Angel is about to be screwed and Duke Andrews is going to scrape by with a victory by the skin of his teeth!

Smith: It's perseverance. He endured the storm and he made a statement after weathering the onslaught. I wouldn't call that "by the skin of his teeth", I'd call that showing true grit! Duke Andrews is on the verge of defying the odds!

IC3 had seen enough and so had First Class. Just when it looked like Duke was sizing him up for the 30.06 First Class had surrounded the ring again and everyone besides IC3, Izzy, and Eugene Varano were positioned on all four sides. Duke was wearing a crimson mask but he wasn't going to go down without a fight as he began to mentally prepare himself the best he could. Duke Andrews was stuck in a bad position- TJ Bryce stood on one side of the apron, Well Connected and the heavily bandaged Skylarks did the same. Delsin Oswald's massive frame and toothy smile occupied one side and of course, IC4 made sure all bases were covered. Tommy Angel, who's face was just as much of a bloody mess as Andrews' had- in intelligent fashion, backed near where Oswald had stood to have the numbers on his side-

Smith: This pack like mentality needs to be stopped! First Class is RUINING MSW!

Bradford: Oh give it a rest Fake Alex! Mister Cornelius owns Missouri State Wrestling, this is him showing his power! Duke Andrews is done! HA-HA!

Smith: How can you find pleasure in this?! The guy has Wolf Parker stalking Drew Stevenson, not only that but he has Varano pulling strings to torture Drew from every possible angle- he had a hand in TJ Bryce STEALING the PURE15 Championship from Artemis Kaiser earlier this evening.. and now, when his champion faces adversity- he calls for the reserves!

Bradford: Obviously you've never been in a position of power Smith, this is what champions do!

Smith: Champions?! More like chumps! First Class is nothing but a bunch of cowards! Nothing but a bunch of damn wolves!

Duke realized he was outnumbered eight to one, this was without counting Trampke who had rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.. now making it nine on one. With IC3 and Izzy grinning down from the ring apron- IC3 held his thumb in a sidewards motion like that of Joaquin Phoenix from Gladiator-

Smith: .. great, as if his ego wasn't big enough. Now he thinks he's Emperor Commodus?!

Bradford: HA! He's LORD CORNELIUS!

Tommy Angel at this point had lost so much blood in such short time that he couldn't stand on his own two feet, Duke Andrews- who wore a crimson mask as well didn't seem to be as woozy as Angel- he was conscious enough to look around at the number he was outnumbered by and flipped them off- one by one- by one- until he finally looked down at IC3, Izzy and Varano and shot them a DOUBLE BIRD! The crowd ERUPTED for Duke's show of defiance as IC3 shook his head and turned his neutral angled thumb... down.

IC3: END HIM!

Smith: C'MON!

Bradford: SOMEONE CALL THE WAH-BULANCE!

IC4 faked getting into the ring causing Duke to turn to him which allowed Ed Trampke to slide beneath the bottom rope and push himself up- charging at Andrews, Duke turned and..

>SMACK<

Smith: DUKE ANDREWS JUST KNOCKED IC3'S STOOGE OUT!

Duke connected with a sick 30.06 that caused Trampke's legs to turn to spaghetti.

Bradford: THAT'S ASSAULT! ED TRAMPKE WAS JUST TRYING TO INTERVENE AND STOP DUKE FROM COMMITTING CAREER SUICIDE!

Smith: Give me a break!

Then... hell rained down on Duke Andrews. Delsin hopped over the top rope showing that amazing agility for a man his size- stuck the landing and clobbered Duke from behind with a huge forearm shot to the back and neck. IC4 jumped in as well quickly putting the boot to a downed Drew Stevenson.. The Skylarks limped their way toward Duke and joined in on the stomping. TJ Bryce pointed at Well Connected and motioned them to get involved... and Bryce's lackies indeed jumped in. T-Zone and The Lenny jumped into the ring- slid towards Duke Andrews and begun to fire off rights and lefts to Duke who was taking strikes from every angle. As Teej moved towards Tommy and extended a hand to his brother in need, Tommy stood up buck fell backwards into the corner- Teej on the other hand called out to his 'posse.'

TJ Bryce: STAND HIS PUNKASS UP! STAND'EM UP!

Smith: THIS IS SICK! DREW STEVENSON IS FREAKIN' BANNED FROM RINGSIDE, WHO'S GONNA SHOW DUKE SOME SUPPORT?!

Bradford: No-One! No-one is going to help Duke Andrews, you know why Smith?! Because everyone in the back knows.. Don't.. Cross.. the Boss.

Smith: The hell with that! Someone needs to help Duke before he's taken out! We've already seen Artemis Kaiser be possibly taken out of action when she got smacked across the head with the PURE15 Title.. It seems like it's gonna happen again!

Teej tapped at the PURE15 Title as Delsin grabbed hold of Duke's right arm- IC4 grabbed at Duke's left- Well Connected and The Skylarks put their heads together and made sure to hold Duke's shoulder and head in place as Andrews' eyes had glazed over. Teej looked to Angel as Tommy shot Teej a thumbs up.. but before Bryce could shoot forward-

Smith: FINALLY! FINALLY DUKE GETS SOME HELP!

The man that had his nght ruined earlier by Delsin Oswald and Frank Debauchee- 'The Young Gun' Tevolo shot from beyond the curtain like a bat out of hell and put the brakes to a screeching halt as First Class laughed at the lack of numbers he brought with him-

Bradford: Stupid kid! Jake is going to be pissed the hell off that he's interjecting himself into something that doesn't concern him!

Smith: I'd dare to go onto record saying that Jacob Mitchell would be out here with his pupil, he wouldn't stand for this!

Bradford: Oh you stupid old geezer.. Jake would be proud of how they've used the numbers game! Natural Selection ring a bell!?

While Smith and Bradford bickered over the possibilities, Tevolo took a deep breath as Trampke who was formally knocked out- rolled out of the ring and tried to approach Tevolo but.. that fell on deaf ears as Tevolo sprung forward and nearly ripped Trampke in half-

Smith: MY GOD, TEVOLO JUST SMEARED TRAMPKE OUTSIDE THE ARENA!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

The crowd popped like CRAZY for that spear- Trampke's neck snapped back from the impact as First Class let Duke fall and turned their attention to him. Tevolo circled around the ring- ignoring legal threats from Varano and scooped up a black folding chair that was left unoccupied after the madness had erupted in the arena.

Bradford: THAT'S AN ILLEGAL WEAPON! HOW DARE HE!

Smith: That's a damn equalizer!

IC3 shouted at Tevolo, giving him an ultimatum but that didn't seem to matter as Tevolo faked a few steps with the chair to get into the ring all as "Over and Under" by Egypt Central pounded through the arena-

Smith: CHRIS WILLIAMS! CHRIS WILLIAMS! CHRIS WILLIAMS FOR THE SAVE!

Williams' theme had put new life into the crowd who seemed to think things were lost as a camera panned to a shot of IC3 who looked FURIOUS. Duke Andrews was beginning to stir now but First Class was too busy looking for Williams who.. hadn't moved through the curtain. In that moment which provided a great opening, Tevolo slid into the ring and managed to crack one Skylark across the head with a chair!

Smith: GET'EM KID!

The second bandaged up Skylark tried to help his fallen brother but Tevolo cracked him as well- this time swinging the chair like a baseball bat which took him out!

Smith: THE NUMBERS ARE DROPPING!

But before Tevolo was successful in landing any more chair shots, Oswald and IC4 had managed to knock Tevolo down with shots to the back- which then caused the crowd to erupt again as hopping the barricade.. was Chris Williams- and he came prepared!

Bradford: TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND!

In his hands was a Louisville Slugger and he put that sucker to work. Hitting T-Zone first in the gut- he doubled over and Williams brought the bat across of his back which sent one half of Well Connected down! The Lenny tried to jump at Williams but Chris kicked him in the stomach and used the blunt end of the bat to come down across the back of The Lenny's head which eliminated HIM from the picture!

Smith: MSW IS STANDING UP TO THE CORRUPTION!

Bradford: Fired- FIRE THEM ALL!

Williams was on a roll, he looked towards TJ Bryce but before he could get to him- somehow, T-Zone grabbed onto Chris' right leg- slowing him just enough for Delsin to intercept him. Tommy Angel had been handed a towel by Varano and cleaned up most of the old blood across his head which allowed him to move towards a stunned Chris Williams and begun putting work in with left and rights!

Bradford: Yes! Go to work Tommy!

Chris ducked beneath a right hand that Tommy threw- let Tommy turn around and kicked him in the gut. Scooping him up over his shoulder..

Smith: WILLIAMS IS GONNA HIT ANGEL WITH THE BOILING POINT!

.. but IC4 made the save and decked Chris across the stomach which allowed Tommy to fall backwards and land on his feet. Chris sprung forward from his semi-dazed state and hit IC4- in forth taking him down with a clothesline!

Smith: This is pure freakin' pandemonium out here!

Tevolo had gotten back up and was exhanging lefts and rights with Delsin Oswald when- through the craziness, the sly nature of Frank Debauchee showed as he had snuck to ringside and reached under the ropes, grabbing hold of Tevolo and yanked him out of the ring.

Smith: What the hell is Debauchee doing out here now?!

Before Tevolo could stand tall, Debauchee clocked him across the side of the face with a right hand- that JUST so happened to be decorated with a pair of brass knuckles. Tevolo stumbled backwards- he didn't fall and that gave Frank every chance he needed to book it out of there before Tevolo could do the same. As Frank jumped the barricade and moved through the sea of fans, Tevolo did the same- leaving Chris Williams to fend for himself as Duke Andrews still moved very slowly to get up. Delsin Oswald rolled out of the ring, stunned from the hands he ate on behalf of Tevolo and that was as Peyton Kaiser had stormed from the back, grabbing hold of Oswald from behind and SLAMMING him face first into the ringpost!

Smith: MSW'S FIRST HERO IS LENDING A HAND TO ELIMINATE FIRST CLASS!

IC3 was once again losing it, he was doing everything he could to try and gain control of the situation. Peyton had zero interest in what was going on within the ring with Chris Williams having to fight off IC4, TJ Bryce and a still dazed Tommy Angel, rather, Peyton just wanted Oswald for what had happened with his sister earlier in the show. As Oswald managed to reach the barricade- Peyton lunged forward and nearly took his head off with a HUGE lariat that sent Oswald crashing over into the crowd.

"PEYTON! PEYTON! PEYTON!"

The crowd was going absolutely insane for Peyton here- all as Oswald had pushed himself up enough to get up and back up in the crowd- Peyton followed and continued the assault with wicked rights and lefts.

Smith: THERE'S FIGHTS ALL OVER THE ARENA! KAISER AND OSWALD IN THE CROWD, DEBAUCHEE AND TEVOLO PROBABLY IN ARROWHEAD STADIUM- ALL THE MEAN WHILE CHRIS WILLIAMS IS DOING ALL HE CAN TO KEEP HIS GROUND AGAINST FIRST CLASS!

Finally seeming to gain an edge over Williams, Angel and Bryce worked him over- The Skylarks were beaten and bruised but had slowly stirred and one half of Well Connected was conscious. The crowd broke into ANOTHER roar as sprinting out from the back now was Logan Brock who had got into it with TJ Bryce and Well Connected earlier- Brock was all business and as ripped his shirt off and sprinted to the ring- ducked beneath a double clothesline attempt from The Skylarks- jumped into the air as Trampke had got to his feet right in front of the apron- and Brock got high enough to put both knees on Trampke's shoulders and drove him backwards so Trampke's back slammed across the apron- giving Brock the shot to catapult himself onto the apron in one fluid motion and slingshot himself into the ring, taking TJ Bryce and T-Zone out with a crossbody!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

With Brock now working on Bryce who had rolled out of the ring- Duke had gotten to his feet and joined Chris Williams in standing up to Angel and IC4- that was as IC3 got on the mic quickly, knowing things had gotten out of hand-

IC3: SECURITY! SECURITY! I NEED ALL SECURITY TO RINGSIDE.. NOW!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Black shirts quickly filled the ring- separating Angel, IC4 and The Lenny from Chris Williams and a 80's-ish era bloody mess, Duke Andrews. Managing to get outside and stop Brock's assault on TJ Bryce- they shoved Logan Brock backwards and out of the way, holding him back as he was freakin' HOT and wanted to go more!

IC3: This is UNACCEPTABLE! Chris Williams?! Tevolo?! Logan.. Brock!? Peyton Kaiser! You are NOT to interfere in First Class business- security, where the hell is Delsin Oswald?! SOMEONE FIND OSWALD!

A few security members ran in the direction of where Oswald and Kaiser were seen brawling earlier as IC3 continued-

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The chorus of boos were successful in drowning out IC3's voice-

"WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW! WE WANT DREW!"

IC3: Yeah? And I want him to go away and never come back, sadly we can't always get what we want!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

IC3: Don't make me pump the volume up a-

Whether or not they had someone paid off on the audio/video side of things- IC3 was NOT thrilled with what we've come to know as The Capital Crew's theme kicking in OVER IC3's voice. The crowd popped like freakin' crazy as from different sides of the arena- we see Frankie Cocheese with a black bandana tied over the lower portion of his face and of course- his pal, Clyde" Barrel" Chambers. As both men moved through the crowd, Frankie jumped the barricade as Barrel stepped over it-

Bradford: *gulp*

Smith: ... now it's a party.

Frankie and Barrel joined each at other's side- as Frankie nodded at Barrel, causing the big man to pull himself onto the apron and stepped over the top rope. IC3's mic was still cut off as Frankie slid beneath the ropes and pushed himself up to stand aside of his enforcer as Angel, IC4, The broken Skylarks and TJ Bryce were all standing.. then, war happened.

Smith: NOW THE TABLES ARE TURNED!

Not even security could stop what had happened- Frankie and Barrel threw caution to the wind and took out a few black shirted, private security members as Duke Andrews and Chris Williams too jumped forward. For the SECOND week in a row, The Capital Crew had played a part in foiling IC3's devious plans and that didn't sit well with him. Shouting for Tommy to exit the ring, Tommy did so- IC3 called out to TJ Bryce as well who ducked out and JUST managed to grab hold of the PURE15 Title before Frankie kicked it out of the ring. With Barrel and Chris Williams tossing security out of the ring- IC3, Izzy, Tommy, Varano and TJ Bryce had escaped up the ramp and stood at the top- security surrounded them as the fans broke out in chants-

"TOM-ME IS A PUS-SEE!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"TOM-ME IS A PUS-SEE!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

"BARREL'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"BARREL'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"BARREL'S GONNA KILL YOU!"

"CO-CHEESE!"
"CO-CHEESE!"
"CO-CHEESE!"

"C-DUB!"
"C-DUB!"
"C-DUB!"

Several different chants sounded through the arena, the fans changed it up as IC3 covered his ears with his hands and shook his head violently refusing to listen to what the people were calling for. The final blow in eliminating First Class from ringside came with IC4 pushing himself up, completely oblivious to what had gone on because.. well he was dense as they came and found himself- much like Duke was, at the mercy of the collective unit in the ring.

Smith: Let's see how IC3 likes it when it's HIS people on the receiving end of a beating like they gave Duke!"

Quickly realizing he was in a bad position, IC4 tried to offer a handshake- not before Frankie shook his head- Barrel tilted his head back, Chris Williams did the same as Frankie and Duke Andrews wiped some blood away from his forehead with the back of his right hand and fired off his trademark kick- dropping IC4 on the spot. Duke kicked him out of ring to the delight of the people as the crowd popped again. With First Class' most important at the top of the ramp reeling from the CRAZY turn of events, it didn't take long for Logan Brock to make his way around the ring and stand at the foot of the stage- staring up at them but pointing directly at TJ Bryce and made the title motion across his waist-

Smith: Oh.. I think we know who's gunning after TJ Bryce's PURE15 Championship!

Bradford: He hasn't earned anything! None of the fools have!

Turning now- the camera cut back to ringside where Frankie and Barrel exchanged "C" motions by pressing their hands against one another- then, they fixed their attention on Duke Andrews and Chris Williams. Frankie and Chris was involved in a pretty epic staredown as Frankie pulled the bandana down from his face and worded something in Chris' direction- Williams returned fire...

Smith: .. oh no, do- don't do this- c'mon Frankie! We need everyone on the same page!

Bradford: HA-HA! They can't get along! They're gonna come to blows!

Frankie said something and nodded his head, Chris did the same as the crowd popped- but before they could get any closer- Duke Andrews stepped forward and used his hands to keep Cocheese and Williams separated- the second Duke's hands extended Barrel charged forward and put the sole of his boot STRAIGHT into Andrews' face, knocking Duke down and out-

Smith: WHAT THE HELL?!

Chris Williams jumped back and scooped up his bat that had been kicked around during the melee, all as Frankie put his arms out to the side...

Frankie Cocheese: Do something!

Williams looked from left to right at Cocheese and Barrel as the camera quickly cut to the top of the stage where IC3, Tommy and Izzy were seen looking on- IC3 and Tommy especially had smiles across their faces knowing that despite the threat from both sides- it was very likely that the volatile situation would result in casualties between the two sides before First Class would seen any damage.. the camera cut on a wide shot of the arena where Cocheese kept his arms out, welcoming Chris to do something and First Class just watching on...

Smith: .. this is exactly what IC3 wants, he doesn't want the attention to be solely on destroying First Class- he wants them to obliterate each other! I hope The Capital Crew realize that First Class is the true enemy, not Missouri State Wrestling! For myself, ladies and gentlemen- and my broadcast partner, we're outta time for the evening.. see you on March 12th!

Bradford: That's IF this promotion doesn't blow up first!

Smith: .. you're not far off from what can happen, Bradford...

Fade.