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Unstoppable #20 Mar 27, 2016 2:30:27 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on Mar 27, 2016 2:30:27 GMT -6

Singles Match
Wolf Parker vs Duke Andrews

*HOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWLLLLLL*

"Pandora's Box" by Nonpoint plays over the speaks after the wolf howl, the lights are dimmed dark with one solid spotlight on the entrance and it stays with Wolf as he makes his semi-fast paced walk to the center of the stage where he stands there, twirling his long wet black hair with a sadistic smile on his face before taking his walk down the ramp to the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope to the corner, looking on at the ramp and kneels, sitting up.

Gavin Grey: Now in the ring, from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing at two hundred and twenty five pounds, WOOOLLLLFFF PAARRKKEERRR!

His legs bent, knees out to the side and his hands down the middle, elbows resting on his thighs as he twirls his long hair again keeping his sadistic smile, that uncontrollable grin of unpredictability.

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: "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"

The bell rings, and they’re circling around, Wolf and Duke, trying to figure out the first plan of attack. As they get closer, Duke throws the first punch. Right hand after right hand, slow but impactful and it knocks Wolf stumbling each time. That was until Wolf caught Duke’s punch and delivered one of his own. And then another, and another, but that’s when Duke drops with a dropkick to the knee, taking Wolf down to a knee. Duke then goes for a magistral cradle but Wolf kicks out at two.

Smith: This is a match I've been waiting for, Bradford. There's a history between these two that goes back to this very city just a few years ago, and Duke Andrews is taking an early control. He said early on that the last time he and Wolf Parker faced each other it wouldn't end the same and he's looking to prove that point to Wolf Parker and he just about did with that near fall!

Bradford: Duke Andrews just needs to learn some respect. That's all Wolf Parker wants. He's been "attacking" Drew Stevenson so that he'll learn some respect. Wolf beat Duke Andrews those years ago and I'd know because I was sitting ringside when he did it, and it's because Duke took him lightly back then when he was still new. And now, years later Duke still doesn't respect him so Wolf is going to teach him. Maybe after tonight Duke will learn it.

Smith: I'd say constantly jumping Drew, smashing his head into a window, stealing his truck, trying to ruin his career, that's more than wanting respect. And telling Duke Andrews he's going to pretty much end his career? I doubt that's respect either. So Im not sure where you're getting your information or what basis you're using to formulate your opinion but there's something definitely wrong in your head right now.

Bradford: Sometimes words hurt more than a tightly balled fist, Smith! I thought we were friends and you're insulting me about my opinion? How dare you! I'm going to file an IC3.

Smith: That's for the internet, Bradford.

Bradford: No, I'm going to go file a workers complaint to IC3!

Smith: I've had to deal with worse.

Wolf is slowly getting up but Duke doesn’t give him a chance and he jumps on top of Wolf’s back driving some forearms and some elbows to the head of Wolf before the referee pulls Duke off. Wolf uses the ropes to get back to his feet and Duke shoves the referee out of the way and stalks Wolf just to be side stepped and tossed over the top and to the floor. Wolf stumbles away holding his head but he gives his sadistic smile and a laugh before he rushes to the ropes and dives through the middle, taking down Duke Andrews with a suicide give. The crowd cheers from the high risk attack but Wolf ignores it. He twirls his hair with his sick smile, stalking Duke. The count out is commencing but Wolf keeps the violence on the outside. Wolf whips a staggered Duke into the ramp side barricade and then whips him across again into the other one. Wolf approaches Duke but Duke kicks Wolf’s knee out. The count out is at 8, but Duke breaks it up by rolling back into the ring and back out.

Smith: And this is the violence that Wolf Parker promised! May as well make this match for the Hardcore Championship, too!

Bradford: Too bad that annoying clown, Bonzo, is the champion right now. I'm boycotting the title until somebody somebody meaningful gets the title.

Smith: What's meaningful about 24/7?

Bradford: It's a strategic method. Anything goes, have to keep your eyes open at all times! Anything can happen anywhere any time and it takes talent to be a good champion. Wolf Parker would make a great champion. Until then I'm boycotting. I'm boycotting you.

Smith: Really? Boycotting me? I'm pretty sure Nikki Venom just got told off by IC3 earlier that if he ever did that again he'd be fired. He may not give you the same luxury.

Bradford: ...

Smith: Alright then, maybe I can file the worker complaint on you for me having to do both of our jobs.

Bradford: I do that every show!

Smith: Boycott over?

Bradford: ...damnit.

Smith: Well Duke Andrews has reset the count here and the fight continues outside the ring!

Duke Andrews keeps the attack going and walks Wolf Parker up the ramp to the stage. Wolf tries to fight back but Duke throws Wolf right into the stage. The thud is nasty but Wolf only laughs. Duke isn’t sure at all what’s going on, and that’s when Wolf grabs his tights and throws Duke face first into the stage. The referee s about to just call the match but after another moment, Wolf in control is taking Duke back to the ring. The fight continues, a couple of near counts and Duke Andrews has been in control. With it looking bad for Wolf, Duke charges up his foot and throws his standing sidekick in Rusev fashion, the 30.06 up, but Wolf scouted it. He caught Dukes foot, threw it down and got Duke up for a powerbomb. Charging forward, Wolf throws Duke into the corner with a Buckle Bomb. Duke comes stumbling out. Wolf hooks Duke’s arms, spinning around looking for the Howling Breaker, a Vertabreaker. But Duke is able to roll backwards out of his upside down position and land on his feet. Duke hooks Wolf’s arms for his Chickenwing Facebuster, the Andrews Effect but Wolf throws his head back into Duke’s face to stop it. Wolf then brings Duke up into a slanted firemans carry with Duke across Wolf’s back, his head at Wolf’s waist and Wolf drops Duke with the Primal Instincts air raid crash. Wolf makes the cover for the three.

Winner: Wolf Parker

Smith: These two had each other scouted the entire match! Hit for hit, move for move until Wolf pulled it out in the end with the Primal Instincts! Bradford, I tell you what, if this WAS somehow about respect, I'd say Duke Andrews will be respecting Wolf Parker afterward from the fight they just had.

Bradford: Duke is just lucky that he didn't get a worse beat down from Wolf. He's got his eyes on a bigger mission and Duke was just the message. Wait a second, looks like we've got more hardcore action going on! Let's cut to the back and see what the commotion is about!

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Unstoppable #20 Mar 27, 2016 2:47:05 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on Mar 27, 2016 2:47:05 GMT -6

Singles Match
MSW Championship
Tommy Angel (c) w/Izzy Cornelius vs "Referee" Mike Maddix

Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first he is MSW Official, Referee Mike Maddix!

Maddix is already in the ring wearing a pair of generic black tights with the MSW logo on them.

Bradford: Well the proverbial chicken is coming home to roost! Mike Maddix made a mistake on Unstoppable 18 and in just a few short moments he's going to pay the price of his sins!

Smith: This is a damn Kangaroo Court, Maddix was only trying to do his job! He was essentially declared guilty after IC3 ran his little show trial and Tommy Angel came out to rain down the verdict. This might as well be a public execution!

Bradford: And if it it is? It'll resonate as a grim warning; you don't EVER cross the boss or First Class.

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 Izzy on his arm.

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

Tommy orders Derek Lay to help them into the ring and he reluctantly does so as he holds the rope apart for Tommy Angel to step through. Angel takes his belt off and he holds up high up into the air as he held it just out of reach of Mike Maddix. Lay grabs the belt and holds it up high for the crowd to see before calling for the start to this match.

DING DING

Tommy Angel walks up to Mike Maddix and spreads his arms to his side trying to goad the referee into hitting him. Maddix brings his fists up as he looks around to make sure this wasn't apart of some ambush. Tommy Angel leans in towards his opponent and points to his chin.

Tommy Angel: Come on, Mikey. One free shot. Come on!

Maddix throws a punch and catches the Champion right in the jaw as he managed to stagger back a little, surprised by the power behind it. Maddix seizes the opportunity as the follows up with a flurry of blows as he backs Angel back up into a corner. Derek Lay prepares to begin his 5 count but Tommy Angel quickly shoves Maddix back with the palm of his hand and follows up with discus backhand shot to the head. Tommy Angel goes for a nonchalant cover as he pushes Maddix's face down on the mat with a cover but only manages to get a 1 count as he shot his shoulder up off the mat. Angel slaps him in the face repeatedly as he tries to get up before backing off and driving his right knee into his face with a rolling kneedrop; knee brace and all. Maddix screams out in pain as Angel quickly rolls back to his feet and does it again before going for another nonchalant pinfall yielding a 1.5 count. Angel quickly transitions to a side head lock as he tries to cut off the bloodflow as he wrenches back with a cocky grin on his face.

Smith: For crying out loud! Tommy Angel isn't even pretending to take him seriously here; he's just toying with him!

Bradford: And why should he do anything else right now? Come on Smith, this is a referee we're talking about, not a 9 year veteran in the business. Referees don't belong in the ring unless they're officiating the match.

Smith: Well why don't you thank IC3 for that?

Bradford: Oh I will! I think it's a brilliant display of might to make a grand show of what happens when you fail to do your job! He could have avoided this Smith, he could have just shut his trap and done his job!

Maddix manages to get back to a vertical base as Angel still has the hold locked in. Maddix manages to throw a few elbows into the gut of the champion and manages to slip free before whipping Tommy Angel to the ropes. Maddix positions himself at the ready as Angel rebounds back towards him, perhaps attempting to connect with a monkey flip but Angel was just simply too swift as he squashed any hopes of that with a running big boot to the smaller competitor.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!

Angel dusts his hands off with an arrogant grin before he places his foot on Maddix's chest, flexing to the great ire of the crowd. 1, 2, KICKOUT! Maddix threw his arm up in defiance much to the amusement of the Champion. Izzy is clapping and cheering at ringside as the MSW Champion was in full control as Angel sized up his competition, casually backing up to the corner as Maddix struggled to get to his feet, his legs looking more like jello at this point than muscle, skin, and bones as he wobbled up to a vertical base. Angel then sprinted out full speed as he hit him with a direct shot to the head with a brace-assisted busaiku knee kick. Angel drops down to cover. 1, 2, thre/ Angel lifts his opponent's head and shoulders off the mat, breaking his own pin.

Smith: Stop the damn match! Stop it! This is wrong on so many levels! Stop it!

Bradford: Well why don't you take your headset off, roll up your sleeves and stop the damn match yourself if you have such a big problem with it?

Smith: The only thing IC3 is trying to do is send a chill towards dissent. What shows is that IC3 has become a Dictator mad with power and Tommy Angel might as well be his right hand man in the atrocities as far as the ring is concerned.

Bradford: I've said it before and I'll say it again; this is no longer Stevensonland. Business is handled differently now and what may have slid under Danny Boy's watch won't be tolerated here. This is the price of doing bad business for Mike Maddix and nobody is going to run to his rescue.

Tommy Angel quickly rolls out of the ring as the referee throws his arms up and questions what in the world he's doing. Angel quickly snatches a mic and his championship belt from the time keeper as he slowly walked up the steps and back into the ring.

Tommy Angel: I tried to warn you. You should have just done your job like Mr. Cornelius told you to. You should have been a good little soldier and enforced the rules as you were directed to. Look at you; you tried to be be a hero for Duke Andrews and 'do the right thing' and what do you have to show for it? You're lucky to still have a job, you're lucky Mr. Cornelius is a big family man and allows you to still make a living off his dime.

Angel drops to a knee and slaps Maddix as hard as he could to wake him up as he sets his belt down beside him.

Tommy Angel: I bet your wife Laurie is proud of what a loser you are. I bet she's proud that you take that minimum wage check to the kitchen table in that run down flop house the two of you can barely afford. I bet you she's proud that she has to choose between another pack of cigarettes or lunch money for little Timmy and Jenny because their Father doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut and his head down on the job. Look at me when I'm talking to you!

Tommy Angel grabs Maddix by the face as he raises the mic back up to his lips.

Tommy Angel: You're in over your head trying to make the change from referee to wrestler. You're not cut out for this business.

Angel roughly shoved his head back down to the mat as he picked up his belt and held it close to his face.

Tommy Angel: Take a good look at it because this is as close as you're ever going to get to greatness. This is close as you're ever going to get to that big payday; that life changing money that could right every single wrong in your life. Get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness, beg me for mercy and maybe I won't end your career and send you back to your family in a wheelchair as reparation for nearly screwing me a month ago.

Maddix: NO!

Angel slams the mic down on the mat and starts repeatedly punching Maddix in the face.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Smith: Now he's gone too far! You don't bring a man's family into this!

Derek Lay pulls Tommy Angel off of him only to get shoved back to the ropes. Lay begins to point to his striped shirt before Angel shouts as he points his index finger right at him.

Tommy Angel: DO THAT AGAIN AND YOU'RE NEXT! YOU HEAR ME!? DO YOUR JOB ZEBRA!

Angel grabs Maddix by his hair and goes to lift him up. With his head firmly secured he looks to go for a Cradle DDT but Maddix slips out as he's lifted up and lands behind him. Before Angel can react he's spun around and planted right into the mat with a DDT.

LETS GO MADDIX! *Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap * LETS GO MADDIX! *Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap * LETS GO MADDIX! *Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap * LETS GO MADDIX! *Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap * LETS GO MADDIX! *Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap * LETS GO MADDIX! *Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap *

Angel, caught off guard holds his head as he gets up. Maddix with a second wind of energy and a rush of emotion begins hammering Tommy Angel with a series of boxing style punches and jabs, hitting a 4 punch combo that sends him bouncing off the ropes. Waiting for the rebound Maddix manages a little bit of fancy footwork with a shuffle in his step before he connects with a haymaker that rocks the Champion and sends him crashing to the mat. Looking to strike while the iron was hot, Maddix quickly went to go pick up the Champion, but Angel wisely rolled out of the ring looking for a breather as he had his hands on his knees. Izzy rushes over to Tommy Angel as the two have a little ringside conference as Derek Lay urges Angel to return to the ring. Before he could start counting though Maddix ran off against opposite side of the ring and after rebounding off the ropes manages to dive between the middle and top ropes as he collided right into Tommy Angel! Izzy was barely spared from the collision by less than an inch as she managed to catch Maddix out of the corner of her eye but too late to warn the Champion over. Izzy shrieked in horror as Maddix quickly got back to his feet and threw his arms up for the crowd.

HERE WE GO MADDIX, HERE WE GO! *STOMP STOMP * HERE WE GO MADDIX, HERE WE GO! *STOMP STOMP * HERE WE GO MADDIX, HERE WE GO! *STOMP STOMP *

Smith: Incredible heart by Mike Maddix! Everyone had counted him out and he somehow found a way to keep on fighting. He's fighting for his wife, he's fighting for his children, and he is fighting for every single person in this arena! Give him hell kid!

Bradford: This is a fluke! Derrek Lay provided a momentary distraction! This is a conspiracy! There's a conspiracy to rob Tommy Angel!

Smith: There is no conspiracy, Tommy Angel kept taking Mike Maddix lightly and left himself completely wide open to this counter attack as a result. Mike Maddix has got this white hot crowd on his side now and he's quickly becoming a fan favorite. And he may be on the verge of completing a historic comeback!

Maddix, not wanting to blow his lead quickly picked Tommy up off the ground and rolled him back into the ring as he springboarded back into the ring with an elbowdrop straight to the chest of the Champion. Maddix quickly goes to hook the leg for the pin. 1, 2, 3! No! Tommy Angel managed to just barely get his foot on the rope to break the pin. Maddix sat up, nearly heartbroken as he threw up three fingers, as his colleague shrugged and kicked the bottom rope several times indicating the rope break. Maddix sits up for a moment trying to think of what else he could possibly do to bring the Champion down and keep him down for good before slapping the mat several times to get the crowd to start clapping. Maddix gets back to his feet and goes to grab the Champion, but with a veteran move beyond his years of experience Angel realizes his positioning in the ring and quickly tries to sandbag his weight towards the mat, drawing Maddix in just enough before popping his back off the mat and yanking with all his might with a lawnmower like cord yanking motion on Maddix's trunks. With that Maddix crashed head first into the second turnbuckle.

Bradford: Crisis averted! Now that's more like it!

Smith: You can't fault Maddix for not realizing how close Tommy was to the ropes having never been on this side of the equation before. Had he had a little more experience under his belt there's a good chance we would be looking at a new MSW Champion right now. Tommy Angel hasn't gotten out of Dodge quite yet but he appears to have just narrowly escaped an epic collapse.

Seeing Maddix was dazed in the corner after driving him into it with so much momentum Angel pulled himself up by the ropes and quickly launched himself full speed with a cannonball straight into the turnbuckle. Maddix appeared to be out of it as Angel quickly slashed his thumb across his throat before yanking his foe up unceremoniously off the mat before lifting him up for, and connecting with Thunderstruck (Slingshot brainbuster). Not satisfied Tommy Angel sat up and began to motion with his arms for Maddix to get up again. With a chorus of deafening boos echoing through the arena now, Tommy Angel got back up as Maddix spent the next minute slipping and falling and losing his grip while trying to pull himself up with the ropes. Tommy Angel lifted him up for Thunderstruck again, holding him up in the air as he let the blood rush to his head before bouncing Maddix's legs off the ropes and driving his head straight into the mat for a second time. Tommy Angel hooks both legs for the cover as a very disgusted Derek Lay dropped down to count the pin. 1.....2.......3.

Winner: Tommy Angel

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Unstoppable #20 Mar 27, 2016 2:51:42 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on Mar 27, 2016 2:51:42 GMT -6

More and MORE Hardcore!

There was a brief break at the end of the MSW Championship match. As we returned to action, the camera cuts backstage near the parking lot. BoNzO seems to have finally ditched Red and Purple when he appeared to have turned into that proverbial dark alley as Bullsharks appear to be blocking his way out. BoNzO honks his horn before turning around and trying to run away but the Blue Shade managed to sneak behind him undetected and tripped him. Before the Blue Shade could make the pin though the Bullsharks darted forward causing him to run off. Bullshark 6, the female shark that's had a thing for Jay B recently, pounces on him for the cover as the referee ran onto the screen, catching up with the ongoing action backstage. 1, 2, KICKOUT! BoNzO honks his horn in her face, causing her to jump off before the other 5 jump in and start beating the clown down. Bullshark 1 holds his hand above his head like a shark fin before kicking BoNzO in the gut and connecting with the Stunner.

Smith: Well that may be the end of BoNzO's first reign as champion folks. I don't see any scenario where he gets out of this with the belt.

Bradford: The Bullsharks are experts at going after the blood in the water! They aren't the bastard children of Jacob Mitchell for nothing!

Smith: I seriously doubt they're his children, and even if they were there's no paternity test on the Maury Povich show declaring him the father.

Bradford: They're illegitimate for a reason! Child support will kill your wallet. Just ask Terrell Owens, any of the Cromartie football players and half the men in the audience here in Kansas City, they'll tell you!

Smith: I don't think the Infamous would like you implying he's a deadbeat dad.

Bradford: Shhhh! Don't put words in my mouth!

The Bullsharks begin to bicker and argue over who's going to take the pinfall and take the belt as the ladies in the crowd pop as sleazy but suave Pornstar Ron struts into view with his body all oiled up with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Stroking his mustache and slicking his hair back. Bullshark 6 manages to catch him out of the corner of her eye but before she could utter a word Ron hushes her softly, pressing his finger up against her lips before giving a very manly wink her direction, causing her to swoon. Ron swoops in for the cover while the rest of the Bullsharks were distracted. 1, 2, 3!

NEW Hardcore Champion: Pornstar Ron

The referee quickly hands Pornstar Ron the belt as it dons on the Bullsharks what just happened. Pornstar Ron takes off in a sprint, causing his towel to unravel and fly off as he was thankfully wearing a pair of tiedye wrestling trunks underneath. As the cameras follow the Bullsharks in their pursuit to the parking lot there appears to be a limo already running and waiting. Ron sprints for all he's worth as he held the belt close to his chest before placing the strap in his mouth and leaping onto the sunroof of the limo as it peels out of the parking lot. Ron manages to pull himself into the vehicle from the sunroof as he triumphantly raises the belt out of the vehicle in celebration as the Bullsharks curse and kick the gravel in frustration.

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Unstoppable #20 Mar 27, 2016 2:58:17 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on Mar 27, 2016 2:58:17 GMT -6

MAIN EVENT
Chris Williams vs Mark Storm

As “Over and Under" by Egypt Central blasts from the sound system, Chris Williams sprints out from backstage and heads straight to the ring. The crowd responds with a roar of approval for Williams, who high fives as many as he can while heading down the ramp.

Gavin Grey: First, making his way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighting in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... CHRIIIISSSS WIIILLLLIIIAAAMMMMSS!

He slides headfirst into the ring and keeps sprinting to the corner. Williams quickly climbs up the turnbuckle and throws his hand high into the air, pointing to the sky. As the music and crowd dies down, Williams climbs down from the turnbuckle and throws a few phantom punches to stay loose.

The lights in the arena begin to dim and the MSW audience rise to their feet, as the nostalgic melody of "Storm is Coming" by Junkie XL begins to play through the PA speakers. Smoke begins to rise from the stage and the audience begin to applaud, as emerging from the clouded mist is the self proclaimed spokesman of a generation - Mark Storm, who stands tall at the top of the entrance ramp. A smile is plastered on his face as he marvels at the scenery, embracing all the cheers as he close his eyes and widens his arms before coming down the ramp.

Gavin Grey: From New York, Brooklyn; weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds.. He is the spokesman of a generation.. ladies and gentlemen give it up for, MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM!

Standing by the edge of the ring, he lets out a triumphant roar, with the audience roaring back to him as he jumps onto the apron before he slingshots his way over the top rope. Dressed in his usual wrestling attire; consisting on black boots, with black knee pads, wrestling trunks with his name written on them and with stars coming down both sides, tape wrapped around his elbows, and mixed martial arts styled gloves. He falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up at the heavens as his theme music slowly begins to fade out.

The bell sounds, and across the ring stand Chris Williams and Mark Storm. Storm is sporting his new look but Williams doesn’t look impressed. He starts clapping his hands getting the crowd into it and Mark Storm keeps his eyes locked on Williams. Storm launches the first strike with a knee attack catching Williams in the ribs. Storm keeps the knee strikes repeated and then attempts an irish whip. Williams hits the ropes and it looks like Storm is going for a scoop but Williams swoops behind Storm and shoves him into the ropes. Storm comes off and is caught with a big back body drop. Storm lands big and Williams climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Once Storm is to his feet, Williams comes off with a dropkick but Storm sees it and takes a step to the side, letting Williams fall and a cover but only two.

Smith: Williams is on fire already but it looks like Storm isn't going to take his return lightly! We've been hearing about it for the past two weeks about how Storm felt regarding this match and his convictions are definitely showing through.

Bradford: And they better. Mark Storm didn't quite get his footing last season, he comes back and loses his return debut and he needed to take time off to collect himself. And now he's here to send a message to Williams and even IC3 who's scouting the talent for Tommy Angel's next competitor!

Smith: Well Williams is definitely no joke, and if Storm really wants his shot at that title he's going to need to beat Chris Williams tonight.

When Storm is arguing about the count, Williams is able to grab his legs and take Storm down and a cover but only two. Williams on his knees checking out the referee’s count and Storm is able to roll to the apron. Williams approaches him but Storm sticks his head through the middle of the ropes and brings Williams up and over to the floor. He’s not grounded long and Storm comes off the apron with a double axe handle clubbing Williams and he falls back into the barricade. Fans are reaching over trying to touch him and get on camera. Storm rolls Williams to the ring but his head sticks out at ringside. Storm makes sure he’s still and comes charging with an elbow attack to the chest of Williams who rolls totally into the ring. Storm follows, keeping a methodical pace on Williams. As he approaches Williams, Chris gets a spurt of energy and is able to drop toe hold Storm into the ropes and he’s hung up on the middle rope.

Smith: And it's looking like Mark Storm's time off has done him some good, and he's really taking the fight to Chris Williams but it looks like the veteran instinct of Williams is still keeping him on the one up and he's got Storm on the ropes!

Bradford: ILLEGAL! Mark Storm could have died like that other guy doing that! His life is in danger! Disqualify that man! DISQUALIFY HIM!

Smith: Calm down, Bradford, you're embarrassing yourself! The incident you're referring to was a freak accident that I'd rather not talk about and Chris Williams used a veteran maneuver and high ring awareness to know what was going on and where he was to be able to shift the tide of the match back into his favor!

Bradford: It's reckless and it's not right! Mark Storm had this entirely under his control. What kind of an example is Chris Williams leading for his 'audience' when he's intentionally trying to injure somebody like that? That's why Mark Storm deserves this more than this idiot. He's strong, he's HONEST. He's not fighting for cheers, he's fighting to make himself better at every turn! And only a monster tries to take away another mans career.

Smith: My god, it's a standard wrestling move and Williams used it to get an offense going! You need to calm down!

Williams is up and he holds his head for a second from the attack he took but runs to the ropes. Charging at Storm, Williams jumps over the top and comes down on Williams with a shotgun and he bounces off and into the ring. Williams gives some ringside high fives and throws an arm with for some cheers from the crowd.

HERE WE GO WILLIAMS, HERE WE GO! *stomp stomp* HERE WE GO WILLIAMS, HERE WE GO! *stomp stomp* HERE WE GO WILLIAMS, HERE WE GO! *stomp stomp* YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHH CAP-I-TAL! CAP-I-TAL! CAP-I-TAL!

Yes, the cheers turned up when two guest stars decided to make their presence known: The Capital Crew. The cheers caught Chris’ attention and when he looked around, he saw Cocheese and Barrel making their way over to ringside. Security is quick to stop them, telling them that they’re not allowed to be here, but security quickly steps aside once Cocheese and Barrel pull out a couple of tickets and take a front row seat.

Smith: The crowd is on fire and... wait a minute... I can’t believe it! I thought we wouldn’t see the Capital Crew tonight! They were banned!

Bradford: But not from the arena, just as competitors! This is great! Business is about to pick up!

Smith: Well since the Crew are here as guests, they can’t actually physically get involved or else they could be prosecuted as civilians!

Bradford: Just look at Williams! He doesn’t know how to react to this! It’s great! DAT COCHEDDA BABY!

Williams ends up approaching them as Barrel and Cocheese sit there, legs crossed and arms crossed , big smiles and trash talk at Williams.

Cocheese: Go ahead Williams! Hit me! Hit me ya stupid punk!

Williams ignores it, but can almost sense Storm diving out after him. Williams turns and counters it letting Storm hit the barricade right in front of Cocheese, knocking the barricade back and knocking his drink over, causing it to spill. Williams laughs and grabs Storm and slides him into the ring. Williams follows and starts to bring Storm to his feet and hooks his head and arm for a vertical suplex. Williams starts to lift Storm up but he counters. He tries to lift Williams up but he stops it. Williams on his feet, knees storm in the gut and switches to a rear waist lock, spins Storm around up and DOWN HE GOES! A big German Suplex and Storm lands on his back and floats over to land on his gut. Williams heads over to Storms legs and brings them up and leans forward with the inverted Boston Crab, the Williams Crab. Storm is able to reach the ropes, but the damage may have been done.

Smith: Capital Crew being out here may make or break this match for Chris! He seems to be doing a good job ignoring Cocheese's distractions and may have even humiliated him using Mark Storm as a battering ram! But counter after counter and a nasty German followed hby the Williams Crab! If this isn't sending a message to the Capital Crew and IC3 about the MSW Championship, then I really don't know what is!

Bradford: First he tries to take Mark Storms life and then he uses Mark Storm to disrespect Cocheese?! This is sickening! Where's Billy Vegas?! At least he's impartial!

Smith: I can't believe those words just came out of your mouth. I think Billy Vegas is anything but impartial! He'd be out here making false calls and quick pins. We're getting a fair match here and if anything Cocheese and Barrel are instigating by waiting all night to come out here!

Bradford: Billy Vegas wouldn't stand for the murderous disrespect we're getting tonight! Williams is lucky Cocheese and Barrel are just here for the show or else they'd be mopping the floor with him.

Smith: Well I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens, but I don't think your boys are going to do anything unless they want to miss WAR and spend it in jail.

The match continues on for a bit longer, Storm has taken control at this point and has Williams on his shoulders looking for the Dystopia GTS but Williams fights back. He slips behind Storm, spins him around and when Storm sees him and is caught off guard, Williams gives him a little sarcastic wave before scooping Storm up to his shoulder and then with a diagonal motion, drops Storm firm on his back and goes right into the cover for the three count while staring down the Capital Crew. Barrel ends up throwing his drink and popcorn into the ring hitting Williams and laughs at him while security escort them out. Cocheese flips the bird at Williams and Williams just stares them down.

Winner: Chris Williams

Smith: Well ladies and gentlemen, it’s been a hell of a night, Capital Crew is being escorted out of the building, but we’re out of time! For Alex Bradford, I'm Alex Smith! Don’t forget to join us in two weeks for Unstoppable Twenty-One, our last stop before we head across country to San Francisco for WAR!