Unstoppable #8

Barbara: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by now with the new MSW Women’s Champion, Shawna Martinez. Shawna, thank you for joining us.

Shawna: No pro-

“Hey Shawnzy!”

The voice was familiar. In fact it was the voice of the bubbly Marie Porter. Shawna Martinez was in the back with her championship just stretching and getting ready for her match.



Shawna: Can I help you?

Marie: Yeeeaaa! Just wanted to wish ya good luck! Because ya know when you win I’m gonna be coming for that belt.

Barbara had just kind of stood back because of the inpromptuness of Marie.

Shawna: That’s fine by me, Marie. I take on all challenges.

Marie: That’s why you’re the champ! Congrats by the way. But just wanted to wish you good luck tonight against Tamara. I’m having a party later, you should totally come!

Shawna: We’ll see, Marie. We’ll see. But I have to go get ready.

Marie: Saweeet.


“Ashes….Ashes… we all falll… DOWN!”

As “down” was said the voice were deeper, and as the camera lit up it was the voices of The Apocalypse who had Neforian standing behind them.



Dante: Tonight's the night that we make the first move on the path to righteousness. Tonight is the night that the mission begins, that all of your sadness, your fears, and all of your hatred turns a new light and fuels us as we seek to demolish The Blackwells and advance in the tournament.

Virgil: Tonight’s the night that The Blackwells learn first hand just exactly who they are messing with and why thy will not win. We are the fire that burns black on the birghtest day. We hold no remorse for what we do or who we hurt. We do what is needed to fulfill the prophecy, to complete the mission.

Neforian then steps forward.

Neforian: I told you I would not be coming alone and along side me is destruction, chaos and pure evil. The Apocalypse signifies the end. They signify the end of all other tag teams in their wake to becoming champions. And The Apocalypse signifies the end of all Twenty Four other men in my wake to becoming the number one contender for the MSW Heavyweight Championship. Missouri… it’s time tonight that you meet… your maker.

Dante & Virgil: We Will… DESTROY!

Coming back from commercial break, Headstones’ “Son of a Bitch to the Core” is already playing, but soon fades out. Inside the ring, a familiar face stands with a microphone in his hand. A set has been… well… set up around him with a skull and crossbones theme, along with some more types of bones strewn about. Which bone is the crossbone anyway?

The fans cheer on as the one and only Johnny B. begins to speak…

Johnny B.: “Llllet me make one thing perfectly clear to everyone in attendance tonight and watching at home! Unstoppable Eight is going to be home to history in the making, because The Johnny proudly presents to you… the first-ever installment of the very much live and sure enough in living colour… Boneyard!”

The fans roar in approval; they’ve read The Pre-Millennium Wrestler’s Boneyard articles on MSW.com (I’m assuming), and now they get a new incarnation of it tonight! Man, that JBC, he’s a helluva guy!

Johnny B.: “Now I don’t need to tell any of you that Yours Truly likes to do what’s not expected of him, so while you may have expected my first guest ever to be someone like, oh, I dunno, say, Peyton Von Licht?”


The fans cheer excitedly at the prospects of seeing their hero, which would mean they’d get to see him a total of three times this night! Johnny’s mouth gapes into an encouraging albeit clearly sarcastic grin.

Johnny B.: “Yeah! Yeah! Totally! Great guest idea! Not for tonight, though!”

Johnny B.: “No, tonight, we’ve got someone who, hey, she’s at least related to Peyton… literally! Be sure to show respect for my guest tonight by booing the shit out of her… ladies and gentlemen, Artemis Kaiser!”

A mixture of cheers and boos erupt as “Heart Shaped Box” by Dead Sara begins to play through the speakers. Artemis appears at the gate, wearing another one of Scott Pilgrim t-shirts and some standard blue jeans. Also, she is clad in steel toed boots. She steps gleefully down the ring. As she approaches it, she catches one of the cheering fans and walks up to him. She patronizes a tad before returning to her previous action. She jumps into the ring, grinning at the slowly increasing boos.

Artemis Kaiser: “Hiya, Johnny boy. What can I do you for today?”

Johnny B.: “I-”

Johnny’s mouth remains open, a confused look forming in his eyes. He slowly closes his mouth before sucking in his bared teeth, as if he just made a big mistake.

Johnny B.: “Oh shit! I don’t have any questions! I’m unprepared! I-, I-, I-...”

The fans seem a good mix of confused and concerned, many even finding this revelation humourous. Johnny purses his lips and looks upwards pensively. He holds up one finger.

Johnny B.: “Oh… wait a minute! I am prepared, actually! Psyche! You all thought The Johnny wouldn’t come correct? How wrong you were! Artemis Kaiser, welcome… to The- ah, you already heard my spiel earlier. What everyone out here wants to know is, if you had a chance to kick the ever-lovin’ shit out of anyone in the MSW, who would it be, and why?”

Artemis Kaiser: “Honestly, hm, I would like to kick Shawna Martinez’s face in. But that is because she holds what I want...the MSW Women’s Championship, or the real World Championship. But out of everyone that is not Shawna Martinez or my little brother…”

She places a delicate finger on her lip, tapping as she thought.

Artemis Kaiser: “Marie Porter, yup. I want to break those dancing legs of hers. I want to stop her from dancing and blowing bubbles. So, I am going to break both of her legs and then bust her lip. If she has a busted lip, she will be too much in agony to even blow a bubble.”

Surely the fans disprove of this sentiment. Johnny seems to be enjoying the rant, though.

Johnny B.: “Well, funny you say that, because here’s Marie Porter now!”

"Love Lockdown" by Kanye West begins to play. Johnny winces as the music plays. The fans go wild! After about 15 seconds of the music playing, JBC laughs and runs a pair of fingers across his throat.

Artemis gazes at Johnny, a bit confused and a bit agitated at his antics. She had her fists clenched and ready for Marie’s precious, little face. However, she was not making her way down to the ring. How disappointing. It was evident with Artemis’ eyeroll.

Johnny B.: “Cut… cut… cut, I said!!! God I hate Kanye West! No, just kidding! Actually, it’s the Women of Tradition Champion herself, Shawna Martinez!”

“Handwritten” by the Gaslight Anthem starts playing instead, but Johnny cuts the music almost immediately.

Once again, Johnny’s antics fall flat with Artemis who does not like being teased with the arrival of either of the opponents she wants.

Johnny B.: “Haaa, no, just kidding again! But wouldn’t that be something? Which brings me to Unstoppable IX. You’re not booked this week, but in front of this live-ass crowd, why don’t you tell us all who you’d want to face at the Eye-Ex? Shawna? Marie? Or maybe you wanna go one-on-one with Yours Truly?”

The fans seem confused at the offer, perhaps deducing it was some form of perversion bordering on sexual harassment in the work place. Well, fuck you all too, tough guys and gals! You clearly don’t know The Johnny that well, do you?!

Johnny B.: “What? Need some explaining? Well shit, girl, why didn't you say so? Let’s just say that The Johnny was you before you was you!”

After the long minutes of her scowling, a smirk etches on his face. She took a moment to let his words sink in.

Artemis Kaiser: “Oh, please. I would not want you to end up hurting yourself before I touch you. You are getting up there in age. So I do not doubt that you were me before you were me. But that does not matter in this day and age, Johnny. Because I believe that our generation must rise above the old, ancient generation before us, right?”

She gives Johnny a playful giggle before turning to the crowd.

Artemis Kaiser: “Now at Unstoppable Nine, I am going to just go out and say it. I want a gauntlet match. Yeah, like how that one insignificant amoeba of a man, Bryan York, was about to go through, but I would actually, I dunno, win. Giant, Mister Stevenson, give me Marie Porter, Kat Jones, and whoever the number one contender is. And have Shawna at ringside. She can watch as I personally decimate all her tiny contenders. It will be quite the show. I can bring popcorn if she wants.”

Johnny B.: “Well, there you have it, folks! The complete and utter slanderous rantings of a lunatic notwithstanding, we’ve got ourselves a little challenge match! Isn’t that just darling? Folks? Little Artemis wants all the gals! So what do you say, Giant? Lord Stevenson? How’s about it? Itty bitty witty li’l Artie wants an itty bitty witty gauntlet match! Hey, give it to her, I say!”

Johnny rests his hands on his knees, as if positioning himself to talk to a small child.

Johnny B.: “Now, ain’t that some shit! Hell, you save your pennies up, junior-etta, Uncle Johnny’ll bring the snacks!”

Artemis’ eyes narrow as she listens to Johnny speak. As he concludes, she immediately turns around, throwing a leg sweep to bring the bigger man down. As he hits the ground, Artemis backs up, waiting for him to even get an inch off the ground. A smile dawns on her face and the fans begin to boo her. As Johnny falls on his back, Artemis steps gingerly towards him. 

Artemis Kaiser: “Hm, all it took was one sweep to bring you to the ground. Those bones in those aging legs must be brittle. How sad. Do you think you will ever be champ in this condition?”

She stomps on him a few good times.

Artemis Kaiser: “Also, never in your pitiful, gross life call me ‘Artie’ again.”

She throws the microphone down on Johnny’s chest with force. She then exits the ring bitterly. Under her breath, she murmurs something about “not being little”. She nearly slaps a fan that cheers at her. Before long, she is gone from the ring area.

Frank Washington can be seen sitting on a bench in the locker room taping his hands and wrists in preparation for the tag team match later tonight. He tears off the tape from the roll as he finishes and grabs a red marker and writes the number “80” on his right hand as homage to Jerry Rice, the most successful and famous football player to wear that number. A knock is heard on the door as Frank looks up but before he can say a word Robert Garland walks into the locker room followed by three security guards.

Robert Garland: You like the escort? Yeah, Danny told these guys to follow me around and watch out for when we meet up again... Face to face. These guys though, they know they can't do anything after watching the tapes of their pals being thrown around by the both of us.

Travis Rech follows into the room, pushing his way past the guards as he goes to Garland's side. Garland is wearing a big and arrogant smile while Rech is dressed in his everyday Oxxford suit and fancy tie. Rech wears a very calm look on his face, before addressing the angered looking Frank.

Travis Rech: Ah'm sure, Mr. Washington, that this little entourage must bring back some very good memories fer ya in relation ta mah client. Just know that we're just 'ere ta talk business with ya an' not ta create ah fiasco of violence like mah client would love ta do. Ah'm sure ya understand tha gravity of our... Joint situation tonight?

Frank Washington: I’m not here for a stroll down memory lane. Honestly I’m surprised either of you showed up to the arena tonight, I expected to be fighting in handicap matches throughout the tournament. If either of you have a point you better reach it quickly, otherwise I got better things to do.

Unusually, Garland keeps his composure at the sight of his future tag partner. Still, Garland keeps to himself while Rech continues to speak on behalf of the both of them.

Travis Rech: Well, well, Mr. “Ah'm too big fer ya!”. Mr. “Ah don't have time ta waste speaking ta former "friends" of mine.” Ya see Frank, this is exactly what we're talkin' about when it comes ta ya. Deep down inside, yer still just an arrogant jerk that we've come here ta seek justice fer. As fer our point? Oh yes, we have ah point ta bein' 'ere an' that point is ta deliver ta ya ah message... If ya could do tha 'onors, Garland?

With that, Rech backs away as the security staff starts to look tense. Garland's mood suddenly takes a very serious shift as he walks closer to Washington, but out of arm's reach. Garland starts to try and stare Frank down, Washington steeling his gaze and looking ready to let fly a vicious right hand. Garland keeps his stare, opening his mouth with only a short message for his rival and future teammate.

Robert Garland: We just want to make sure... That you're prepared for, not only a very long night... But, potentially... A very short career.

Frank Washington: So you’re going to leave me hanging in the tag match, is that what you’re saying? For a man who claims to be fighting for “justice” you've let your own hatred blind you to any sense of right or wrong. I made my fair share of mistakes but at least I’ve used them to grow as a person, to improve myself as a person. Travis Rech is no different than Walton Wisdom, a man looking to make a profit off your name, several years later you’re still just an attack dog on a leash. The only difference is now you take orders from another Master. Just remember when we’re finally on opposite sides of the ring again, I’m going to finish this fight once and for all.

Garland's smile once again returns to his face, Rech calling for him to make his exit as he gives a slight chuckle before shaking his head and leaving. The security guards follow behind the two men as Frank shakes his head and finishes preparing for his upcoming match, which was coming up next.


Barbara Braman: The following contest is part of the MSW Tag Team Championship Tournament!

“Moonshine & Gasoline” by Blues Saraceno begins to blast over the PA system to a positive reaction from the crowd. Out of the back comes “Solid” Stefan Wallace, holding his arms out as the fans cheer loudly before he heads down the ramp.

Barbara Braman: Making his way to the ring, from Ashland, Kentucky and weighing in at 252 lbs... “Solid” Stefan Wallace!

In a fashion that can be described as cool, Stefan has made his way to the steps. He casually makes his way up to the apron and steps in between the ropes as the fans continue to cheer loudly. Once in the center of the ring, Stefan hold his right arm in the air, the fans continuing to cheer as Stefan turns his attention to the entrance way where his partner is about to arrive and while his music fades.

“Walk the Line” by Johnny Cash hits the speaker system next, as Deacon Cash heads out of the back and absorbs the continuing cheers of the audience. Cash points to his partner from the entrance way as Stefan applauds him and he makes his way down the entrance way.

Barbara Braman: And his tag team partner… From Charlotte, North Carolina and weighing in tonight at 205 lbs… Deacon Cash! 

Cash hops onto the apron and riles up the fans. The audience continue to chant and cheer him on as he steps between the ropes. Cash walks up and gives “Solid” Stefan a sweet high five as he climbs the corner and poses for the fans. His music slowly begins to fade out, both members of Southern Pride now in the ring.

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against is next to play, the crowd louder than ever as jets of smoke erupt on the stage. Frank Washington emerges from behind the wall of smoke with his back turned and his arms outstretched while receiving a highly positive reaction. Frank slowly turns around and acknowledges the fans but wears a sour look on his face as he heads down the entrance way.

Barbara Braman: And the opponent… Making his way to the ring first, weighing 233 lbs. and now residing from San Jose, California… He is The Revolutionary, Frank Washington!

The crowd continue to cheer as Frank reaches the end of the ramp and pauses for a moment before sprinting to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. Washington then gets to his feet and climbs the corner as Stefan and Deacon look on. Frank pauses again, the crowd celebrating him as he soaks in the atmosphere. Frank once again stretches his arms out wide to pose before descending back to the ring, removing his red coat, and turning his attention to the entrance way where his unlikely tag team partner is about to make his entrance.

“Ephemeral” by Insomnium cuts through the silence, the high energy cheering quickly turning to boos as out of the back steps Robert “Badger” Garland with his manager in toe. Garland laughs at being the only one in the match to garner such a negative reaction, the camera getting a close up of his legacy championships over Rech’s shoulders as Rech praises his client’s accolades and Garland continues to wear a sly smile. Before long, both men make their way down the ramp while Frank looks on with an annoyed glare.

Barbara Braman: And his tag team partner… From New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at 226lbs… Being accompanied to the ring by his manager Travis Rech, here is Robert “Badger” Garland!

Garland now ignores the audience who continue to show their distaste. Once he reaches the ring, the camera gets a close up on the back of his jacket where his name is outlined in gold. Garland ascends the ring steps and climbs onto the apron, Frank looking on as Garland seems to be enjoying this moment. Strangely, Garland stays on the apron as he removes his jacket and hands it off to Rech before signaling that he’s ready and that the match should begin. With that, Garland's music fades out...

Smith: Ladies and Gentleman, this next contest will prove a most interesting one. On the one hand, we have the MSW in-ring debut of this man, “Solid” Stefan Wallace and his tag team partner Deacon Cash. Both men have been in this industry for a long time now and their accomplishments are incredible! However, opposite them is two former friends now rivals, forced to work together under the order of MSW authority. Will Frank and Garland be able to co-exist? And how will the newly formed team of “Southern Pride” showcase themselves to these fans as this tag team tournament continues?

Bradford: This is a load of garbage Smith. You know as well as I do that this is just another MSW conspiracy. They know that Garland and Washington will refuse to work together out here tonight which will lead Southern Pride to advance. This is a set up by those powers in the back that are looking for any way they can to hide their ulterior motives, just like Frank Washington does week in and week out!

The ref signals for the bell, Stefan Wallace starting it off for his team as Frank has no choice but to start on his side, Garland throwing his hands up on the apron as if to say he wants no part of this and the crowd booing him loudly.


Smith: And already, Garland is showing why he’s vilified by these fans. These two man may be partners on record, but I’m sad to say that we shouldn’t expect any form of teamwork from these two rivals tonight.

Bradford: Say what you want, but I say that Garland’s already showing a sense of teamwork! He’s letting his partner take the lead with no arguments and without a fight. In fact, Garland’s showing that he’s level headed out here tonight while Frank’s giving him questioning glances! I’m telling you folks, Frank’s the one who should be vilified out here tonight for already showing such distrust in his tag team partner!

Frank and Wallace begin to circle the middle of the ring, Stefan Wallace asking for a test of strength as Frank obliges. Washington and Wallace lock up, both men trying to push the other one backwards as the audience seems split about who to cheer for. After a few anguishing grunts, Wallace seems to be winning but Frank pushes back with one final burst, sending Wallace to the mat where he rolls back to his knees and gets to his feet. Wallace looks excited, Washington looking to continue as both men once again lock up. A few more pushes take place… This time Frank hitting the mat as Wallace celebrates for a few short seconds before telling Washington to bring it on. Washington seems amused, both men locking up again and Washington pulling Stefan Wallace down with a side take down!

Frank goes to lock on a headlock, Wallace fighting him off and reversing the situation before looking to apply an arm lock of his own. Frank’s arm is pulled backwards, Frank contorting himself to try and get out of Wallace’s grip as he looks to get back to his feet. Wallace follows him up, but keeps his grip on Washington’s arm as Washington is pulled in towards Wallace who hits a stiff looking headbutt! Wallace puts some distance between the two, bringing Frank back in and connecting a second headbutt before looking for a third. Washington seems a bit groggy, but recovers quickly as he’s being pulled back in and delivers a swift kick to Wallace’s gut! Washington follows this up with an elbow to the back of Wallace’s head before running towards the ropes… His hair being grabbed by Garland on the apron which sends him to the mat!

Smith: Is this what you would call teamwork!? Frank’s got three opponents out here tonight! This is a handicap match!

Bradford: Looks like Frank’s in for one hell of a night!

Rech looks on with approval as the ref looks at Garland who throws his hands up like nothing happened. Washington sits up on the mat with a look on pain on his face as Wallace grabs him by the leg and pulls him to the middle of the ring… Dropping a rough looking elbow on Frank’s chest! Wallace looks at Garland with confusion, Garland clapping for him before Wallace pulls Washington back to his feet and shoves him into his corner… Tag made to Deacon Cash.

Smith: Deacon Cash entering the ring off the tag. This man has earned himself the reputation of being considered the definitive underdog in this industry, what with his smaller stature and history of comebacks. However, to compliment his partner’s technical prowess and unorthodoxy, Cash brings a very roughneck style to his opponents.

Cash keeps Frank in the corner, hitting a few hard rights to Washington’s gut before doubling him over with a knee. Cash keeps up the pressure, pushing Frank back into the corner after clubbing him on the back, Cash now hitting a few stiff looking kicks which forces Frank to fall to a seated position. Once seated, Cash lets fly a few stomps to his cornered opponent before forcing Frank back to his feet and lifting him over with a textbook suplex followed by a float over cover…


Cash keeps on the offense, applying a front face lock to Washington before hitting a few knees into Washington’s head. Cash keeps the face lock held while Frank tries to get back to his feet. Like his partner, Cash follows Frank up and releases the hold, hitting a few more hard rights before pushing Frank to the ropes… Irish whip sending him across with Cash bends over… Sunset flip into a cover from Washington!


Frank quickly follows through, getting back to his feet and grabbing hold of Cash before sending him right back down to the mat with a hard scoop slam! Washington stalls, not following up with his offense to turn his attention to Garland who looks relaxed and shrugs the glare off. Washington starts to head towards Garland, Cash taking this opportunity to head over to his corner which Frank notices after a tag is made to Stefan Wallace!

Frank looks like he’s cursing himself for not paying attention, Stefan tapping his partner on the shoulder before heading over and calling Frank out. Washington gives one final glance to Garland before tying up with Stefan Wallace who gets the advantage and sends Frank to the mat with a collar and elbow take down. Wallace quickly gets vertical with the grounded Frank, grabbing Frank’s head while both men remain on the mat and locking in a front head lock. Wallace shows a high level of intensity before pulling Frank up to a standing position and switching to a sleeper hold! Washington visibly shows pain as Wallace asks for him to give up!

Smith: Both men of Southern Pride focusing the head and chest of their opponent and keeping the pressure. Very smart and a very good showing of the teamwork that it takes to make it as a tag team here in MSW. Meanwhile, their opponents haven’t even made one tag and have shown no interest in even attempting to work together!

Bradford: Garland’s out here in protest Smith! He knows what we all know, that this is all one big joke and he won’t be made a fool of by MSW’s staff!

The referee checks on Frank Washington who slowly looks to be passing out. Doing his job, the referee grabs hold of Washington’s hand and raises up as Wallace keeps the hold in… Frank’s arm falling down for the first time. The crowd starts to clap, hoping to wake Washington up as the ref lifts his arm again…

And it falls for a second time! The crowd is now in full unison, clapping loudly as the ref checks for a third time…
Washington’s arm stopping as Washington fights back while yelling out! Washington hits an elbow on Wallace… Another! Another! Washington breaking free and grabbing hold of Wallace… German Suplex sending him to the mat as Frank keeps hold…

The crowd cheers in favor of Washington who lifts Wallace back up… A second German Suplex as Frank still keeps Wallace locked and Garland starts to look on in concern. Wallace tries to resist, Frank having a hard time pulling him back up as Cash cheers on his tag team partner… Wallace tries to reach for a tag while Frank lifts… A third German Suplex sending Wallace down!

Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen! The Royal Flush! Wallace and Frank are both down and Cash is looking to tag his partner from the outside!

Bradford: That’s not all! Garland’s also reaching his hand out!

Smith: What?!

Sure enough, both Cash and Garland are looking to tag in, the crowd in an uproar as Washington and Stefan crawl to their corners. Stefan reaches out as Frank regretfully does the same… Garland pulling his hand away before the tag is made as Cash is tagged in! The crowd boos as Frank looks on from the mat and Garland laughs on the apron. Cash goes over to Washington, pulling him roughly to his feet and bashing his head against the corner.

Smith: That punk! Garland’s just kicking Frank while he’s down!

Bradford: Can you blame him? After all Frank’s done to this man!? Besides, Frank should have known better than to go for a tag that Garland’s was clear he would never make!

Deacon Cash looks at Robert Garland who shows as being very hands off before turning back to Washington who once again falls to the mat. Cash notices the position he’s in, his partner stirring on the apron as his opponent remains grounded. Cash looks out at the fans, signaling for The WalkTheLine! Cash goes to lift Washington up… Washington flipping Cash over and sending him to the mat as he starts to violently stomp on his opponent!

Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, Washington is livid!

Frank calls out to Garland, pointing his finger as Cash rises to his feet… Hard DDT from Frank Washington. With that, Washington goes over to his “partner” the referee watching as Rech yells at Frank about what he’s up to. Washington and Garland start to argue in the corner, Garland making the first move and shoving Washington backwards as Washington stumbles into the referee, knocking him over! Washington notices the ref taking a bump, but instead of checking on him he just smiles… And charges Garland on the apron! Both men start to exchange blows as Stefan Wallace calls for a tag from his partner… His foot being grabbed by Roman Gold!

Smith: What are they doing out here!

Bradford: Looks like there’s more unfinished business in this match besides just Frank and Garland! After Stefan and Cash stopped their assault on Davis Wiley last Unstoppable, it looks like they're here to send a message to those two!

Daniel Bane takes over and grabs Wallace by the neck before doing a cut throat motion while Gold yells from the sidelines. Bane lifts Wallace up… The Seventh Seal sending Wallace to the floor with a vicious sounding thud!

Meanwhile, Frank and Garland take their fight inside the ring! Washington and Garland exchanging blows to the crowd's delight as both men run to the ropes… And take each other down at the same time! Both Garland and Washington remain on the mat, Daniel Bane entering the ring as well as the audience begins to boo loudly and Deacon Cash begins to rise.

Bane heads over and sets Cash up… Lifting him up in a vertical position before hitting The Reclamation! The referee is still out cold as Bane goes to exit the ring, Garland and Washington stirring on the mat while Rech climbs onto the apron and calls Bane over.

Smith: What does Rech have in mind?! Enough is enough!

Rech is shown with a $100 bill in hand, Bane looking at him with intensity as Rech suggests that Bane finish the job. After thinking it over, Bane pockets the money while Roman Gold enters the ring and directs traffic. Bane turns towards Frank Washington… Slamming his fist into the mat slowly at first but faster over time… Frank and Garland both standing up groggily… The Thunder of the Horseman connecting with Washington! With that, Bane and Gold exit the ring, Wallace remaining on the floor outside and Frank and Cash seemingly knocked out while Garland rises and Rech calls for them to leave.

Bradford: Talk about a display of teamwork! Roman Gold and Daniel Bane have just shown the world why they are the next big thing here in The MSW!

Smith: Meanwhile Robert Garland and Rech are just going to leave with the damage being done to, not only Frank Washington, but a great tag team who were looking to make their mark on their in-ring debut!

As Garland goes to leave with Rech, he notices the referee is finally recovering. Garland looks at Rech before turning back towards Washington. Slowly, Garland heads over to his tag team partner as Smith yells from commentary.

Smith: Again! Enough is enough!

Bradford: Wait! What’s this?

Curiously, Garland grabs a hold of Frank in a non violent manner. Garland keeps an eye on the ref while lifting Frank up a bit and placing him in a pinning position over Deacon Cash! Garland makes sure to exit the ring, stepping onto the apron and hoping down to the floor before walking away with the confused looking Rech as the referee notices the cover…

Two!...

Three!

*DING, DING, DING*

Smith: I can’t believe what he just did!? What does this all mean?

Bradford: It means Frank Washington and Robert Garland are advancing in the MSW Tag Team Tournament, Smith! And what a way to do it!

The referee tries to revive Frank Washington, Washington being helped to his feet as Cash starts to stir. “Re-Education (Through Labor)” plays loudly over the PA system, Frank seemingly unaware of the situation as Garland exits to the backstage area and the show goes to commercial.

Giving the crowd a thumbs up, Tuck smiles innocently as the fans give him a very mixed reaction as Yugo stands across from Tuck looking to kick off our tag team match up. As the referee signals for the bell to get our our match underway, Yugo quickly rushes in as St. Tuck ducks underneath the avalanche splash as Yugo goes face first into the turnbuckle, and upon stumbling out Tuck grabs Yugo in a schoolboy pin as the referee drops down to make the count.

Powering out before the three, both men get to their feet as Yugo quickly flattens Tuck with a huge clothesline. Screaming and taunting the crowd, Yugo picks him up by his long hair and throws him into his corner where he tags Ron into the match up.

Smith: Yugo really showing strength over Tuck tonight, looks like it's going be a long match for him and uncle Ron if he can't get his head in the game.

Stepping into the ring, Ron tells Tuck to wait on the outside as he turns his attention to Yugo only get to get blindsided by a huge clothesline which drops him into the turnbuckle. Yanking Ron up to his feet, he tosses him across the ring and walks over tagging in Johnny who smirks and stomps on Ron repeatedly. Hoisting Ron up back to his feet, Johnny Irish whips him into the ropes and as he does, Tuck tags himself into the match without Johnny knowing. Upon hitting the ropes, Ron hits the kitchen sink onto Johnny as Tuck decides to celebrate, the referee telling Ron to exit the ring.

Smith: Tuck seems to think that this match is seemingly won.

Bradford: Man this kid is real special.

As Ron exits the ring, Johnny climbs to his feet as Tuck sets him up for the crane kick. Upon trying to kick Johnny in the face, Johnny catches Tuck's foot and hoists him up onto his shoulders hitting the Johnny special laying Tuck out cold.


Smith: Well, this match is over.


Barbara Braman: The winners of the match, YUUUUGO PHAILOUS AND JOHNNY BOOOOONECRUSHEEEER!!

Smith: We’ve had a great show so far including the first round of the tag team tournament but now it’s time for the main event! 25 men will enter the battle royal but only one man will earn the right to challenge Bryce Manning for the MSW Championship at Back to Basics due to Daniel Smart’s injury.

Bradford: You could put Bryce Manning against all 25 men in a gauntlet match and as far as I’m concerned, he’d find a way to emerge with the championship intact at the end of the war. Whoever wins is definitely going to have their work cut out for them.

Smith: Absolutely but the man is human, he is beatable but whoever manages to eventually defeat him will officially have reached the next level.

Bradford: That’s a very big IF Smith. Bruno Sammartino once held the WWWF Championship for 2,803 days in his first reign and 1,237 in his second reign, he didn’t drop the belt until he was good and ready. Bryce Manning in in that same class of athlete that's a rare breed today. Mark my words Smith; Bryce Manning is going to be MSW Champion for a very long time.

Smith: That remains to be seen, but one thing we do know for sure is that one man will earn his right to face Bryce Manning at the end of the night. We’ll be back in just a moment folks and we’ll be joined by special guest Bryce Manning at ringside!