Let's Go! (4/23 - 5/5) FROZEN

Chris kicks out so hard he reversed it into pin of his own for no reason at all because he is so hardcore, obviously!

Take it, I heard you have rabies!!

*gives the title to wolf and runs away for now*

Matt notices Wolf trying to get away as Matt pushes the Production crate as it Wolf as Matt stands up runs does a senton on to Wolf's body as Matt starts to stomp on Wolf's body as he starts to speak.

||Matt Ward|| Hardcore is my style it time to let the insanity out on your punk ass.

Matt finds a chair as he hits wolf with the chair on his head non stomp until he see blood then he starts punching wolf's face as he motions for the ref to come count as Matt sits on wolf while hooking both of his legs teabag wolf in the process as the ref begins to count.

Oh god, Matt Ward returned? This does not bode well...

Now that the rabies man has been vanquished, I set my sights on Ward, hoping to become a SIX TIME hardcore champion. I kick Matt in the kneecap, dropping him to one knee. I cradle his head and PLANT him with a DDT and cover...

Out of no where like a bullet fired from a sniper rifle jumps on both Garland and Chris. Knocking both men down.

LH : How do you like them apples ?

Random as that sounded, Harris turn his attention towards Matt. Who charges at Harris without wasting anytime, but yet master of Technician was fast enough to knock Matt down for the cover.

LH : Come on zebra stripes do they count already ?

Harris once again jumps up from behind. Stopping Matt Ward from heading to his locker room. He clubs him on the back and knocks him down with an overhead punch, followed by a roundhouse kick, then setting up for a brockenstein.

LH : As in this, as in that ? No matter now because as in you tap the F now 

Matt Ward enters the parking garage in hopes of fleeing the inevitable onslaught of hungry competitors looking to capture the hardcore championship. He pushes open that double doors leading in. They swing wide open and on the other side in terminator fashion stands Olga. Matt freezes in his tracks as this six foot two, two hundred pound beast of a woman stands in front of him. Olga peels off her sunglasses and tosses them to the pavement.

Frank Debauchee: "ladies and gentlemen, this is your host Frank Debauchee coming to you live at MSW locker room. This match is set for one fall, winner: spoiler alert. Olga."

The camera pans left as Frank's sitting behind a wooden table playing announcer. This catches Matt Wards attention and before he can realize what's going on Olga has him by the nape of the neck. She spins Matt into the parking lot and throws him face first into the cinder block wall.

Frank: "That's guaranteed to improve Fat Boreds atrocious mug."

Olga takes a few steps back as Matt Ward staggers. She lunges forward with a decapitating clothesline that turns Ward inside out. Olga doesn't hesitate, she grabs Matt by both of his legs and swings his body in a big swing right back into that wall.

Frank: "BAH GAWD! That's like six hundred and fifty five pounds on a six foot frame! Who knew you could stack shit that high!"

Olga runs her thumb across her neck signaling the end. She grabs Matt Ward and places his head between her legs.

Frank: "Olga bomb bitches! This is why you shop Russian!"

She hoists Matt Ward up on her shoulders, splitting his legs. She then brings him a bit higher, her arms fully extended in a last ride/Jack knife style powerbomb. Olga drops Ward with a sickening thud on the pavement below.

Olga hooks the leg for the cover!

Frank: "We're gonna have our first female champion! Then I'll just take it because lets not be silly. Women can't be champions."