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Unstoppable #22 May 7, 2016 13:34:24 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on May 7, 2016 13:34:24 GMT -6

Proving there was never a dull moment in Missouri State Wrestling.. we find ourselves focused on Alex Smith and Dexter Irving Cornelius as the night had been pretty packed with action so far. Greeting the camera with a nod and a smile, Smith adjusted his glasses as DIC sorta leaned back in a comfortable manner while locking his hands behind his head.

Smith: To say tonight has been- as the kids would say- off the chain, would be the understatement of the year.

DIC: Don't say that again. You sound.. no.

Smith: Well what else can I say? It's been quite the night and we've still got The Joker's Wild reunion match where they're taking on First Class! You may not know how important it is to me to see Frank Washington back in the ring.. that leg injury took a lot out of him, now that he's ready to go he can resume where he left off.

DIC: Don't ever trust Stevenson, Frank should had known better. My uncle can spot a rat from a mile away- why do you think he's got it out for Drew?

Smith: I will plead the fifth on that Dexter, I believe that the olive branch has been extended between both parties- no one held a gun to Frank's head and made him make his return at WAR where his presence alone cleared the ring alongside with Scotty Addams.

DIC: Uncle Isaac is never wrong.

Smith: Ye-

The lights in the arena cut to black all of a sudden- of course a few fans let their phone's camera flash break the dark as the crowd begun to buzz not knowing what exactly was going on. Not before long.. A letter appeared on the 'tron-

After a few seconds another joined it-

That's when the PA kicked to life..

Smith: What the!? B?! W?! What does that mean?! Who the hell is this?

A beam of light lit up the aisle way now as standing there with his hair pulled back into a pony-tail an ash gray dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, we saw one of the hottest free agents on the circuit at the moment-

Smith: OH WOW, WHAT THE HELL IS BRYAN WILLIAMS DOING HERE?!

A man who had worked his tail off establishing his name on other circuits, Bryan Williams or- The Cult of Personality, goes back as far as Bryce Manning, Drew Stevenson and Scotty Addams to a little hole in the wall in Manhattan. The crowd POPPED like crazy for Bryan's surprise appearance all as he had a coy little smile on his face as he held his arms out to the side to embrace the energy he was receiving.

BEE- DUBYA! BEE- DUBYA! BEE- DUBYA!

With Bryan's track hitting the PA all full force now, he made his way down the aisle and managed to scale the stairs before getting into the ring.

Smith: What a surprise this is! When Missouri State Wrestling was relaunched Bryan Williams' name was attached but due to other commitments he couldn't make it- but low and behold, he's here now and that's all that matters!

DIC: Dude has killer hair.

Still getting quite the reaction from the crowd- Bryan was handed a mic from Grey as the sound died off and the lights returned to normal. Lifting the mic to his lips- Bryan let his eyes scan the arena as the fans were STILL going nuts!

"YOU BELONG HERE!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Smith: What an incredible acceptance by the MSW fans!

DIC: Gotta be the hair!

Bryan: .. thank you.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

With a smile, Bryan pointed toward the front row where a fan shouted something in his direction as he lifted the mic back to his lips.

Bryan: For months all I've heard was how Missouri State Wrestling has been killing it. Show after show- nothing but great results and strong performances, something I can definitely appreciate. Since I've returned to the industry after injuries put me on the shelf, I've had time to watch the action unfold. Too many times someone rushes in and doesn't really see what they're getting into.. but with me, I THRIVE on the adrenaline. That's why I'm here tonight- to announce that I'm adding my name onto the Missouri State Wrestling roster!

Smith: WHAT A HUGE SIGNING FOR MSW!

DIC: I bet Uncle Cornelius was behind it! What a genius he is!

"BRYAN! BRYAN! BRYAN! BRYAN! BRYAN! BRYAN!"

Bryan: I know that I'm a little late to mix it up with guys I go way back with- a man for example, that goes by the name of.. Bryce Manning.

INSERT.. MEGA.. POP!

Bryan: I know Drew is here..

A mixed reaction for the mention of Stevenson's name-

Bryan: I can't forget about Addams- we were two of the three participants in one of the most insane matches I've ever participated in- good times.. but that's the past. See, I'm looking forward- I'm looking to the future and as I've sat back and watched MSW, one name popped out at me- one guy who I can't exactly get a proper read on from sitting behind a television screen.. That man? Tevolo.

"VOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

Smith: Capacity crowd letting Bryan Williams know that they're in full support of Tevolo who couldn't be here tonight due to the concussion suffered at the hands of Frank Debauchee.

Bryan: I'm not knocking the kid at all, I've seen what he's capable of doing and it interests me. See, there was a point in my career where I was full of energy, I went balls to the wall every opportunity I had- that's what led me to becoming the man I am now. So what I'm proposing is this- I'm not one to cut in line- I know there's a pecking order- but what I'd like is to see just HOW good.. he is. So Tevolo- at the next Unstoppable on May 21st.. I'm laying down a challenge right.. now.

Williams was staring into the camera now- the fans let off a HUGE pop at Bryan's challenge.

Smith: WOW, BRYAN IS PULLING NO PUNCHES HERE!

Bryan: I know who you've worked under, I've had my run-ins with him in the past. I know him very well, so being the competitor I am, I want to see if the hype is real. There was a time where I considered myself a young gun- more guts than brains, something you live by. So at Unstoppable, make a believer out of me- make a believer out of anyone out there who doubts what you're about. You've got the tools kid- but I want to witness it first-hand, I want to see what The Young Gun can do against The Leviathan in the center of the ring.

"LET'S GO BRYAN!"

"TEEEEEEVVVVVVOLLLLLOOOOOO!"

"LET'S GO BRYAN!"
"TEEEEEEVVVVVVOLLLLOOOOOOO!"

The crowd was almost split down the middle- in his short time in the industry, Tevolo had won over the fans- his spirit and heart gave the fans all they needed to support him. But Bryan Williams- he was a different beast. A veteran- a former World Champion, for him to come out and openly challenge the Hawaii native spoke volumes on how quickly Tevolo's name was rising through the ranks of the industry.. As Bryan let his eyes scan the crowd again, he lifted the mic and pointed straight into the camera.

Bryan: I'll be waiting on your response- don't let me down.

Smith: And there it is Dexter! The Leviathan in his debut made it clear that he wants to see what MSW's most promising young star has in the tank- he wants to go toe to toe with Tevolo at the next Unstoppable!

DIC: Someone better send Tevolo a smoke-signal, do they even have internet out there in the middle of the Pacific Ocean!?

Smith: Oh would you come on?! It's an honor for him to be challenged by someone like Bryan Williams- a seasoned veteran that has held championship after championship! No better way to test what he's capable of than to see how he stacks up against someone like Williams!

DIC: I still need you to answer me- do they have internet there?!

Smith: You're an idiot.

DIC: SHUT IT OLD MAN!

Dropping the mic- Williams' theme kicked back into gear as he held his right arm high into the air- there was no beating around the bush. Williams' first night in the MSW and he made his intentions clear- he wanted to see what the hype regarding Tevolo was all about- it was a situation that had the makings to produce some very.. very.. very.. good matches. How would Tevolo respond? Stay tuned to find out.

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Unstoppable #22 May 7, 2016 13:35:57 GMT -6

Post by Das Admin on May 7, 2016 13:35:57 GMT -6

Singles Match
Nikki Venom vs Jorge Santos

Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

The sharp guitar chords of “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue reverberate across the arena. The lights darken and spotlights switch to a variety of different colours to the beat of the song. The electric guitar, bass, and drums all make their presence known within the song. As the vocals come in, the curtain opens up and Nikki steps out too a mass of boos. A smirk across his face, he raises his arms above his head and crosses his fingers into an 'x'. He walks down to the ring, a cocky swagger in his step; he stops short of the pads outside the ring and jumps in place for a second, before sprinting towards the ring and sliding in. He stands up, and walks to the nearest corner, quickly ascending it. He then lifts his arms in the air, throwing the same taunt he used before. He gets down and sits in the corner, awaiting his opponent.

Gavin Grey: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 259lbs... Nikki Venom!

Smith: Nikki Venom has to be reeling from his match with Silas Romero still from WAR. Both men went to war literally speaking at that event and Silas Romero was not cleared to compete here tonight due to the damage his elbow took. Venom can try to put up a tough front all he wants but I'm absolutely certain that he suffered more than a minor scratch from taking an elbow to the face in midair.

DIC: He's boycotting his injury, Smitty! That's the kind of man Nikki Venom is; he should be lucky that my Uncle didn't fire him on the spot for that stunt he pulled several shows ago. Even though there is NO WAY JORGE is coming out of this with the victory I'm sure he won't be coming out of this with his face looking any prettier.

Jorge Santos bursts out from the curtains to a positive reaction from the MSW crowd. Jorge Santos runs down the ramp slapping fans hands as he circles around the ring before leaping on the apron and spring-boarding himself into the ring, rolling as he lands.

Gavin Grey: And his opponent; from Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico weighing 175lbs Jorge Santos!

DING DING

Santos quickly darts after Venom as he tries to go for a swinging hurricanrana but instead gets powerbombed flat onto the mat. Santos quickly rolls after the impact as Venom hits an impressive low dropkick straight to the luchadore's face. Venom then quickly picks him up off the mat as he tosses him right into the corner, causing Santos to flip in a near comical fashion due to the velocity and size difference to where he ends up trapped in the tree of woe, his foot getting caught under the top rope. Venom quickly and viciously stomps the helpless Santos before he begins to choke him with his foot. Bob Billings, a replacement referee from the San Queso super minimum security prison baseball league quickly calls for the clean break.

3!
4!

Venom stopped, testing his luck by pushing the referee around a little. Billings, having never had a hand laid on him before from the posh super min prison he worked in was a bit in shock, his eyes wide, unsure how to react.

Smith: These officials..

DIC: They're alright, much cheaper too!

Smith: It's not about the money, it's about the fact that they're not qualified to be officiating matches on this level. Nikki Venom is pushing him around and he looks like he's going to hide in a corner, this is unbelievable.

Venom, now knowing he had a little bit of leeway with the rules should he require it turns his attention back to Santos who much to his surprise had managed to free himself from the tree of woe and ascended to the top rope and he hits a beautiful standing moonsault to the standing opponent. Venom quickly sits up but gets kicked right in the face causing him to wince quite a bit, Romero having apparently still left his mark. Santos quickly ducks out of the ring, looking for something as he tosses a Sombrero out from under the ring and into the ring. Santos launches himself into the ring with a springboard splash, landing on Venom before grabbing the Sombrero and holding it up high for the crowd.

SI! SI! SI! SI! SI! SI!

Santos places the sombrero on Venom's chest, just barely away from his face as Santos performs a Mexican Hat Dance for the crowd, routinely and repeatedly stomping on Venom's face as he goes through the motions.

ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! 

Smith: LOOK AT JORGE GO TO WORK!

DIC: .. Venom can't let this stand. How humiliating, he's getting his face stomped.. to the theme of the Mexican Hat Dance.. by this guy?!

Smith: Serves him right! Show'em what you've got Santos!

Santos goes for one more round of dancing, the crowd even clapping along as he stomps with a fluid rhythm. Near the end of the second round though Venom moved out of the way, grabbing the Sombrero and tossing it at Jorge's face. Jorge Santos flinches more than anything, not expecting the hat to be flung towards him as Venom gets up and quickly knees him below the belt for an illegal as hell low blow but with his back to the ref he was able to disguise it well enough for a knee to the gut. Making sure Billings was unable to discern the foul immediately follows up with the The Mark of Yin (Implant DDT) as Jorge Santos crumbles to the mat with authority. Rubbing his face with his hand for a moment Venom hooks the leg for the pin. 1, 2, 3!

Gavin Grey: Here is your winner, Nikki VEN-

Like a pack of hounds the Capital Crew pile out from the crowd and rush the ring, attacking Nikki Venom from behind. Billings immediately darts out of the ring and runs to the back wanting no part of this. Venom tries his best to defend himself but with a 5-on-1 disadvantage he doesn't last very long, and briefly it was 4-on-1 as Barrel scooped Jorge Santos up and just chucks him clear into the second row.

DIC: Look at these thugs Smitty, LOOK AT THEM! It wasn't bad enough for these chump-stains to hijack my Uncle's show but now they have to show up unannounced and uninvited. Don't they realize they have the night off?

Smith: Well apparently they weren't kidding when they said they'd break every rule in the book. I know Nikki Venom hasn't exactly done his best to endear himself to, well anyone really, but this is wrong.

DIC: Well Venom did try to be a hero and throw a bunch of shade. Granted it was admirable of him but stupid. I mean look at this guy! He's on an island in the locker room, he's at odds with Uncle Isaac, the only man with the resources and the numbers to take this gang head on and beat them and what does he have to show for it? This, this right here. I almost feel sorry for him Smitty, but then I remember the boycott stunt he pulled and how he spit at the hospitality the Cornelius Family was willing to show him.

Smith: This is unfair either way. In the end it doesn't make it any more right or give the Capital Crew any justification for their actions. Why Frankie, why?! Why are you doing this?

Frankie Cocheese: Lift him up, lift his ass up!

Cocheese picks up his belt that he left at the apron as the Crew rushed the ring, slinging it over his shoulder as the Burb' Boys pick him up off the mat, restraining him by his arms. Venom made a weak effort to break free but the Boys had him their hold cinched in too tight, his body already had taken quite a beating and his strength was failing him at such a critical juncture.

Frankie Cocheese: YOU WANNA TALK SHIT?! HUH?!

With the MSW Championship firmly held within his grasp he runs straight at Venom, the center plate cracking Venom directly in the head as the Danny and Donny let him drop to the mat. The Crew begins to stomp all over Venom once again as the belt busted him open, reopening the cut from Romero's elbow. Cocheese grabs a mic from ringside as he steps back in between the ropes. Cocheese squats down next to Venom with the belt in his hand and the mic in the other. Cocheese holds the belt up to Venom's face.

Frankie Cocheese: THIS IS THE CLOSEST TO GOLD YOU'LL EVER GET! DO YOU HEAR ME? EAT MY JIZZ!

With that Cocheese thrusts the belt right in Venom's face, his blood coating the center plate.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

Smith: What was the point of this? You control the gold, you got First Class on their heels; why are you doing this? What are you looking to gain?

DIC: It's an intimidation tactic out of the ole Felon's Handbook. I bet you all wish my Uncle would bail you out now don't you? I know Uncle Isaac has a plan to deal with these hooligans but honestly I hope he makes everyone here squirm just so you realize that he wasn't the bad guy that you made him out to be after all. Be careful what you wish for chumps! Because I know you don't like this.

MSW quickly cuts to commercial break as Capital Crew exit the ring, leaving Venom a bloody mess in the middle of the ring.

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Unstoppable #22 May 7, 2016 13:36:50 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on May 7, 2016 13:36:50 GMT -6

It doesn’t take long after Bob E Bautch won the hardcore title that he had a target on his back. Quite literally, actually. Bob E. is walking down the halls with the title and a stage hand pats him on the back for a ‘congratulations’ but the stage hand actually put a target on his back. Bob E walks by a hall and popping out of the corner with a steel chair was LeBroc Harris and he bailed Bob E in the back and Bob E. falls and Harris covers him. Bob E doesn’t seem to fight back much but instead when he realizes he’s being pinned, Bob E. actually counts the pin against himself.

BAUTCH: ONE… SIXTEEN.. SEVENTY TWO… THREE! NEW HARDCOMB CHAMPION LEMON HARRY!

Smith: Bob E Bautch just counted the pin against himself! He literally just gave Harris the championship!

DIC: Why does this man have a job? He can’t even count right, or the right amount of numbers! He’s a botch! There’s no way he’s all there in the head!

Smith: Well everybody deserves a job, DIC, he’s just not very good at his. But with the officials on strike what other choice do we have? Bautch is willing to put on the ref shirt and ref the hardcore matches so I don’t see why not. Maybe this can get Derek Lay and Mike Maddix to call off their strike.

DIC: Uncle Isaac should just fire those punks and hire some GOOD refs from right here in San Francisco! I mean look at these young guns we’ve had tonight! He can pay them minimum wage per state, make them pay for their own travel with no benefits and they’ll do it because they’re young and stupid!

Singles Match

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP

LeBroc Harris vs Chris Orton

Bautch hands Harris the title and Harris takes off, camera’s following him and Bautch facepalms when he realizes he just gave up his hardcore title. Harris is well out of his distance now but from nowhere he gets tackled with a go-kart! Orton covers Harris and it takes a minute for Larry the Hobo referee to come on scene eating the sandwich that Luke Jackson promised him earlier and he counts.

One… Two… KICK OUT!

Harris kicked out, trying his hardest to keep this hardcore title. They’re both up and both just trading blows. One hand holds the head, the other is punching while they’re walking backwards and slamming into everything and they end up breaking through a door and into an office.

“WHAT THE?!”

The camera catches the name plate on the door and it reads “Isaac Cornelius III.” Harris and Orton are fighting and they end up falling into the wall a few times, knocking holes into it and you can see IC3’s face getting more and more red every time they do, for every second they’re in the office. The fight spills over the desk and knocks into IC3, and then >BANG!< it’s MATT WARD! MATT WARD BROKE THROUGH THE WALL!

“OH YEAH PINHEAD!”

Ward walks in by walking over the debris and we can see Ed Trampke, IC3’s assistant that we haven’t seen a lot of as of late, is buried under the wall debris. Once Ward is in IC3s office they all stop fighting and stare at each other.

IC3: EEEENNNOOOUUUUGGGHHH! For crying out loud enough! You 3 are an embarrassment! You're like a bunch of alley cats fighting over a fish skeleton!”

They all stare at each other like they’re thinking. Something about what IC3 said is resonating with them.

Chris Orton: Alley Cat? I’M BAD GUY! I’M ALLEY CAT BAD GUY!

Matt Ward: Alley Cat sounds pretty cool, ya pin head. We need to stop fighting each other for the hardcore title and help protect it! We’re alley cats!

LeBroc Harris: If I’m an alley cat, I’m the most SECURE alley cat!

IC3: GEEET OOOUUUUT!

Winner: No Contest

The 3 guys, now looking to be calling themselves the Alley Cats, leave together and we cut to ringside for the main event.

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Unstoppable #22 May 7, 2016 13:39:29 GMT -6 Lebroc Harris likes this

Post by Das Admin on May 7, 2016 13:39:29 GMT -6

MAIN EVENT
The Jokers Wild vs First Class

“Money (Instrumental)” by Pink Floyd echos throughout the arena as the crowd boos. Out from the back steps Delsin Oswald front and center with a wide grin on his face, hopping off his feet. To his right was the not-too-bright son of the owner himself; Isaac Cornelius IV with The Skylarks notably absent.

Gavin Grey: The following match is a 6-man tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing First Class, at a combined weight of 469lbs the team of “Dead On” Delsin Oswald and Isaac Cornelius IV!

Delsin Oswald: FIRST CLASS BABY! WE'RE NUMBER ONE!

Delsin and IC4 walk down the ramp with a certain amount of swagger, mostly to a chorus of boos with the occasional “IC4” chant thrown in. IC4 gets ready to shake a fan's hand but Delsin cuts him off and reminds him that they're above pandering to the crowd which draws even more heat. As they reach the ring an all familiar howl is heard.

*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 and kneels sitting up in the middle of the ring, 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.

Gavin Grey: And their tag team partner, from Des Moines, Iowa weighing in at 225lbs... Wolf Parker!

Smith: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the main event! A reunion over a year in the making, The Jokers Wild are finally together at long last! Long time enemies Drew Stevenson and Frank Washington have finally buried the hatchet and laid the demons of the past to rest, they'll be joined by Scotty Addams and as good as these three are individually they're even better as a unit! These men have traveled the world together wrestling on at least 3 separate continents and over a dozen counties, from the independents to the mainstream and beyond. Their reputation leaves a trail comparable to only the mighty comets; love them or hate them they are damn good at what they do and they back that up every single time they step into that ring.

DIC: I'll stop your circle jerk session right there Smitty. Who cares? They're in MSW now, this is Cornelius Country and they got my Uncle's First Class standing and ready to knock their massive egos down to earth. You're going to tell me that two guys who haven't wrestled very much over the last year, one of them due to their third buddy breaking his leg; you're going to tell me First Class doesn't have a chance? It's already in the books? Smitty, you got DO; Delsin Oswald who is the pinnacle of what superior genetics and God Gifted ability can do when they're paired together in the same package. You got my cousin IC4 who while may be dumber than a bag of bricks can hit like one too. You got Wolf Parker who is a crazy SOB who just likes to hurt people Smitty, for fun. Listen, I know you like the “good guys” because you were raised in a family of boy scouts where saying the word shucks would get a dollar put in a swear jar but get a grip of yourself and see things for what they are.

Smith: Now you suddenly care because your Uncle's stooges are out here?

DIC: Well, yeah. I'm a Cornelius, I'm a part of First Class by default; media wing. Somebody has to cancel out your bias.

Smith: My Father would've whipped your ass with a belt. No, I didn't grow up a boy scout either, I was taught respect; discipline. Neither of those virtues you have. First Class has been systematically destroying everything this promotion and it's about time that the resistance, those that choose None-Of-The-Above in regards to Capital Crew and First Class organized to take a stand. It's about time somebody stood up for the Yellow and Black.

DIC: Oh you are a treat Alley! You talk about defending those colors; my Uncle's colors yet you trash him in the same breath! You really are funnier in person!

"Coming Home" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the arena as the the trio of brothers step out from the back, all wearing Jokers Wild t-shirts. Frank, Scotty, and Drew all share a smile as they stand on the stage, soaking in the reaction.

Gavin Grey: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 703lbs “The Emerald” Drew Stevenson, “Never Say Die” Scotty Addams, “The Revolutionary” Frank Washington; together they are The Jokers Wild!

The three look to one another before they all make a mad dash towards the ring as First Class and Wolf quickly exit as they slide in.

Smith: First Class doesn't want any part of The Jokers!

DIC: On our terms Smitty, on our terms. Just you wait.

Frank and Scotty each take a corner and pose for the crowd as Drew leans over the top rope trying to goad First Class back into the ring.

DIC: Thank God Billy Vegas is here for this one instead of some replacement ref that flunked out of the Lingerie Football League.

Smith: Why isn't he on strike anyway?

DIC: Because he's a member of First Class; he doesn't belong to some nonexistent referee's union. Who decided to unionize those bums anyway? But Billy, he's a special commodity. He'll only work First Class matches lest we have another Mike Maddix incident. Whooops, I'm sorry I forgot you're friends with that loser! Billy only gets paid to work prime time and I know he'll call this thing right down the middle.

Smith: Somehow I doubt that. Regardless I think that even with the referee in their corner it won't be enough to sway things First Class' way. All three Jokers are proficient submission wrestlers in their own right; they'll force his hand.

DIC: We'll see, Smitty!

DING DING

Scotty Addams decides to start the match off for his team as IC4 slides back in instinctively after a quick pep talk from DO on the outside. IC4 rushes in like a freight train dangerously close to coming off the tracks as he rushes Addams and manages to catch him off guard with a series of elbows and punches into the corner. Billy Vegas takes his time, barely pretending to count for a clean break, making it to 1 after it should have easily been a 3 or a 4. Addams hits IC4 with a European uppercut, and then another and another before whipping him back into the corner hitting a series of kicks, holding onto the ropes for leverage to hit a few especially high angled kicks. Vegas this time is very quick to call for a clean break as he begins to count,

1; 2; 3; 4; FIV-

In what should have easily been a 2 count under normal speed was instead sped up about as quick as Vegas could form the words out of his mouth.

Smith: And it begins already! Sheesh!

DIC: I don't know what you're talking about- all I see is a very capable and experienced referee making sure the match doesn't get out of hand. Can you blame Vegas for wanting to avoid any unnecessary issues?

Smith: C'mon kid.. is that the best you could come up with? Through the course of the evening the replacement officials have been down right terrible, but Vegas is exploiting his ties to First Class, even Stevie Wonder could see this one!

DIC: Absolute nonsense. Don't be mad Smitty, I know you're pulling for your boy Frank Washington and his flunkie friends Stevenson and Addams but we both know that they stand no chance against First Class!

Addams is irate as he exchanges a few choice words with Vegas before he just goes back to kicking the ever living dog shit out of IC4 some more which causes Vegas to again count as fast as he can for a clean break.

1; 2; 3; 4; FIV-

Addams throws his arms up and backs off right before Vegas can say 5 with a grin as the crowd gave him a big pop.

DIC: Oh no mention how Addams is bending the rules to his favor?! Of course not, because you're a bias troll! You're a freakin' homer, Smitty- you know that song Eminem did named "Stan?" That's you!

Smith: Not so fun when the shoe is on the other foot, is it?!

DIC: I can give as good as I take Ally, but let's call a spade a spade- what Addams is doing is disrespectful to Missouri State Wrestling and to the honorable Billy Vegas! He should treat SENIOR OFFICIAL Billy Vegas with some damned respect!

Smith: He will, once Vegas starts calling the match down the middle!

Frank and Drew are grinning, chatting at their corner with each man holding onto a separate tag rope as Scotty goes back to the corner as he holds out his hand for a tag. Frank and Drew have a quick discussion as to who should take the tag before Frank motions with his hands.

Frank Washington: I'll let you have this one, brother.

Drew slaps Scotty's hand as Vegas acknowledges the tag. Stevenson quickly whips IC4 to his corner as he begins to stomp a mudhole into him as Vegas as if on cue began to count.

1; 2; 3; 4; FIV-

SLAP!

Drew quickly tags Scotty back in and backs off before Vegas can do anything. Scotty begins to stomp a mudhole of his own.

1; 2; 3; 4; FIV-

SLAP!

Scotty tags Drew back in.

1; 2; 3; 4; FIV-
SLAP!

Drew tags Scotty back in.

1; 2; 3; 4; FIV-

SLAP!

Scotty tags in Drew as the two alternated this routine for several more counts. This time however Scotty remained in the ring with Drew as Drew grabbed IC4 in a rear waist-lock as Scotty quickly hit a lightning quick Superkick as Drew slammed IC4 to the mat with a German Suplex immediately after.

JOKERS WILD! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP JOKERS WILD! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP JOKERS WILD! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP JOKERS WILD! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP JOKERS WILD! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP JOKERS WILD! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP 

DIC: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! DISQUALIFY THEM VEGAS! THIS CANNOT STAND! How can you taunt THEE SENIOR OFFICIAL!?

Smith: Stop whining kid! Scotty and Drew know each other like the back of their hand! They're on the same page, why does this surprise you?! And the taunting is warranted, how many times has Vegas called bogus breaks to benefit First Class?!

DIC: OH SHUT IT SMITTY- BUT HA! HOW DO THEM APPLES TASTE!?

Wolf Parker quickly hits a Jumping Enziguri on Drew Stevenson as Delsin Oswald immediately follows up with a crucifix driver, rolling over for the pin. Vegas quickly turns around as he slides down to count as fast as he can..

ONE- TWO- THR- KICKOUT!

Somehow Drew found a way to pop an arm up and kick out as DO looks on in disbelief at Vegas. Frank and Scotty both start stomping on the mat as the crowd begins to clap to the beat as Frank and Scotty try to get their friend back into the match.

Smith: C'MON DREW! FRANK AND SCOTTY WANTS TO GET IN THERE!

DO is quick to keep up the assault as he roughly tosses Drew to the First Class corner as he tags in Wolf begins to tear apart the turnbuckle cover as Vegas literally just looks the other way

Smith: HE'S LOOKING THE OTHER WAY?! HOW CAN HE LOOK THE OTHER WAY?! HIS OFFICIAL CARD SHOULD BE REVOKED, THIS IS BLATANT CHEATING BY FIRST CLASS! WOLF PARKER JUST RIPPED THE FREAKIN' TURNBUCKLE COVER AND EXPOSED THE RAW STEEL!

DIC: Wolf's hand got caught under the material, it was the only way for him to free himself!

Smith: WHAT MATCH ARE YOU WATCHING!?

DIC: The same one you are, but I don't have my Joker's Wild colored lenses on- I see things for what they are and Wolf Parker's hand was caught beneath the turnbuckle cover, he had no other choice! What's SENIOR OFFICIAL Billy Vegas gonna do, disqualify them for him freeing his hand!?

Wolf goes to lift Drew up as DO assists him as he launches him right into the exposed turnbuckle for a buckle bomb. Drew screams in pain as he flops to the mat. Wolf goes for the cover.

One; TWO; THRE-KICKOUT!

Wolf is merely amused that Drew was able to kick out of such a quick count as he watches him grasp for air. Wolf just squats in the corner as DO looks incredibly confused as he goes back to his corner.

Wolf: Crawl, tag in your friends. DO IT!

DIC: Uh..

Smith: .. what the hell is Parker doing?!

DIC: Your.. Guess is as good as mine. Why don't you finish him? Why are you letting crawl to his corner!? This guy is a nutcase!

Drew starts to crawl towards the corner as Wolf continues to squat. Vegas gives Wolf a look as if he was nuts as Drew was fingertips length away from Frank's hand as he reaches out and... makes the tag!

DIC: WOLF PARKER YOU IDIOT! WHAT DID YOU JUST DO!?

Smith: THE YEAR LAY OFF IS COMPLETE! FRANK WASHINGTON IS BACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

Frank hops into the ring, he begins to make a bee-line for Wolf but suddenly crumbles down to the mat as he grabs his right leg, the same one he broke a year ago.

Smith: Oh- Oh no.. Oh my God.. Frank..

DIC: .. wow. That does not look good, his leg just buckled beneath him when he put pressure down on it..

Smith: Not like this.. C'mon, not like this. He's worked too hard for it to come down to this.. Get up Frank! Please get up!

Vegas orders Wolf to back off as he leaned over towards Frank asking if he was ok. When it was clear that he wasn't he waved to the EMTs in the back as they rushed to ringside, Vegas helps Frank roll out under the bottom rope as he begins to unlace his boot once at ringside. Scotty Addams momentarily forgets that a match is going on and hops off the apron to go check on his friend.

Smith: I- Ladies and gentlemen, this is absolutely heartbreaking. It seemed that out of excitement, Frank Washington lunged forward and.. well, looks to have reinjured that leg that was broken roughly a year ago. With such a serious injury, one can never know how good of a recovery you make.. I just hope it's not serious.. can you hear anything?

DIC: No but Frank is in pain- you never want to see this Smith.

As soon as Frank was out of the ring Wolf, Delsin, and IC4 rushed the ring and all took turns stomping on Drew Stevenson, Frank shouts in pain before looking up as he frantically points at the ring urging Scotty to even the score and Scotty does quickly slide back into the ring.

Smith: Vegas needs to pay attention to the gang-beating Drew Stevenson is suffering in the ring as we speak!

DIC: What?! Billy Vegas is showing compassion! He's making sure Frank Washington is OK, why can't you see that?!

Smith: Because both know Vegas is using this as an excuse to be completely oblivious to what's going on in the ring. This is horrible, how low can he get!? How can you take advantage of Frank's injury just to make sure Drew Stevenson and Scotty Addams CONTINUE to have the deck stacked against them?

Scotty throws arms and elbows all over the place as he frantically tries to break up this melee and give Drew some breathing room. Wolf manages to slip out of his grasp, ducking back out to ringside, the distraction almost enough to land Scotty in dire straits. DO appeared to have the Perfect Score [Cravat Suplex] on lock but Scotty slipped out of his grasp just around the same time IC4 hit the Jock Strap (Low Blow)... on DO! The Jock Strap was intended for Scotty Addams but ended up hitting his partner instead due to miscommunication! DO reels against the ropes as IC4 looks on in shock as Wolf does nothing but laugh on the apron at the buffoonery with a wide grin on his face. As IC4 turns around Scotty Addams quickly hits him with the Platinum Driver (Psycho Driver) as Drew Stevenson is back on his feet and fresh again thanks to his partner and a crucial goof by IC4. Drew, still technically the legal man goes to lock in the Missouri Cloverleaf on IC4. Billy Vegas catches the tail end of this exchange as he returned to a scene drastically different than what he intended to see as Scotty took Delsin out to the outside with a catcus clothesline, the two brawling on the outside and through the crowd shortly after.

DIC: This is a travesty! IC4 isn't the legal man in the match!

Smith: Karma is a cruel, cruel Mistress. But what in the world is Wolf Parker doing? He's just sitting on the apron laughing!

IC4 screams in pain as he almost immediately taps out as Billy Vegas has no other choice than to ring the bell.

Gavin Grey: Here are your winners The Jokers Wil-

Unbeknownst to everyone else that had their attention on the match Frank managed to grab a chair from under the ring as the EMTs gradually backed off of him. As soon as Drew was about to release the hold at the end of the match however Frank slid in with the chair in hand and he slammed down with all his might directly on Drew's head before he even had a chance to throw his hands up. Wolf grinned from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat as he laughed even louder at Drew Stevenson's suffering. Frank just stared at Drew's motionless body devoid of any emotion, absolutely nothing but two cold eyes staring at his former friend as he held the chair with one hand and he moves his free hand through his own hair.

ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!

Despite the heinous act Frank still held his hometown crowd in the palm of his hand by a 70/30 split, the hometown hero of sorts avenging a wrong that happened nearly a year ago this very month. Surely in Missouri he would be treated like a villain, Public Enemy #1; especially with MSW running out of Drew Stevenson's hometown of Kansas City but right now he was still on his own home turf and he was going to enjoy every second of it. Smith appeared to be living in a time warp as he saw almost this very situation with the roles reversed in May 2015 and DIC? DIC was laughing so loud into the mic, giddy as if he just experienced Christmas come 7 months early. Frank drags an unconscious Drew Stevenson closer towards the corner as he opens the chair and slides Drew's right leg into it before he sat up on the top turnbuckle, his feet firmly on the second rope.

DIC: I LOVE FRANK WASHINGTON! HE GOT YOU! HE GOT EVERYONE! WHAT AN ACTING JOB BY THE HOMETOWN HERO!

Smith: ...

DIC: What Smitty?! Frank Washington is your boy, right!? Are you going to let me enjoy this moment on my own or are we going to agree that this is EXACTLY what Drew Stevenson had coming to him after what he did to Frank in the first place?! This is an eye for an eye, I know my Uncle must be so happy that Frank is going to take Drew Stevenson out- this is a glorious moment in Missouri State Wrestling- I think I may just cry.

Smith: ...

DIC: HA- HA!

Right as when it looked like Frank was going to hop off with both feet slamming down on the chair he waved it off, throwing both his hands to the side as if he was tossing it aside. Frank pat Wolf on the head before sliding off the turnbuckle, tearing off his Jokers Wild t-shirt before throwing it on Drew's face, taking time to spit right on him as he and Wolf made their exit laughing all the way up the ramp. The final shot before the fade to black shows Drew Stevenson laying unconscious, spit upon, and the once enduring symbol of brotherhood tarnished and discarded over his face.