WPW Turmoil-5th of February

[Prometheus]

Daniel: Welcome everyone to a brand New Tuesday Night Turmoil. I’m Daniel Justice and He’s Max Stockon.

Max: Welcome to the house of Fun!

Daniel: And what a show we have planned. We have history possibly being made by Martin Cameron as he takes on For the Florida Title, 2.

Max: And two new teams going against two established teams. D&D Vs. The Irishman, Dan Murph and the Russian Ivan Rostov!

Daniel: And The Dream team up against JMC and Gunnar Brian, an odd match if ever there was one!

Max: And The Judge Taking on Justin Dreamer with severe Consequences.

Daniel: That’s correct, if Dreamer Loses, he leaves Resistance.. Which would mean that Only Mike Adams would be left in it!

Max: Big stakes!




Mina: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!



The Soviet National Anthem plays, as Ivan Rostov enters to a chorus of boos from the very pro-America crowd. Ivan doesn’t even bother looking, as he makes his way down

Mina: Introducing first, from the Czech-Republic, weighing in at 265 pounds… “The Manifesto” Ivan Rostov!

Daniel: A lot of hostility from the crowd for this young man tonight

Max: He’s not one of the “good ole’” boys

Daniel: True, but Ivan Rostov has been on a roll since debuting in WPW a few short weeks ago

Max: Yeah, but how does he match up with the tag team champions?

“Becoming the Bull” hits the speakers, and Dan Murph makes his appearance. He struts down to the ring, taunting the fans as he goes

Mina: And introducing his tag team partner. From Waterford, Ireland, weighing in at 344 pounds… Dan Murph!

Daniel: And look at the arrogance of that young man there

Max: He’s confident, what’s wrong with that?

Daniel: There’s a difference between confident and cocky, and Dan Murph dances on that line

“Warriors of the World” plays, and the champions step out. Desmond Troy and David Nicolls slap the hands of the crowd as they walk by

Mina: And their opponents. At a combined weight of 475 pounds, they are the WPW Tag Team Champions… Desmond Troy, David Nicholls… D&D!

The Tag Team Champions slide into the ring, and instantly start trading blows. Desmond Troy hammers on Dan Murph, while Ivan Rostov gains the upper hand on David Nicolls

Daniel: And they’re off, without a second to lose!

David Nicolls backs up, and clotheslines Ivan Rostov out of the ring, to the floor below. The champions begin an illegal double team beat down on Dan Murph. David Nicolls and Desmond Troy grab each arm of Dan Murph, and try whipping him into the ropes. But Dan Murph fights back, instead whipping both men into the ropes behind them. Dan Murph bends down to catapult, but the champions each kick Dan Murph in the head. He staggers back, then charges with both arms out for a clothesline. Desmond Troy and David Nicolls grab the top rope, sending Dan Murph to the outside

Daniel: Smart team work from the champs there

Max: And they say they’re still learning

David Nicolls circles around the ropes, while the referee yells at him to go to a neutral corner

Daniel: What is Nicholls thinking here?

Dan Murph begins to stir, so David Nicolls leaps over the ropes, crashing down against Dan Murph on the outside. Desmond attacks Ivan Rostov on the outside, with the more convenient method of crawling under the ropes

Max: What jump by David Nicholls

Daniel: D&D are taking it to their opponents early

Desmond Troy slams Ivan Rostov’s head against the guard rail, causing it to bounce in the air. David Nicolls has made his way back into the neutral corner, leaving Desmond Troy on the outside to go to work. Desmond Troy slams the face of Ivan Rostov against the announcer’s table, and Rostov falls to his knees

Max: Hi Ivan!

Desmond Troy tosses Ivan Rostov back into the ring, as Dan Murph stirs on the outside. Desmond Troy follows Ivan Rostov, and is close by when he stands back up. Desmond Troy twists the arm of Rostov in an arm wrench, pulling his arm close to the mat. Ivan Rostov falls to one knee, then both as Desmond Troy twists away. Desmond Troy makes the tag to David Nicolls while still holding the arm locked

Daniel: Desmond did some good work out there already

David Nicolls enters the ring, and instantly kicks the exposed arm of Ivan Rostov, causing Desmond Troy to let go. Desmond Troy exits the ring, and David Nicolls continues to work on the already damaged arm of Ivan Rostov. David Nicolls twists the arm over his head, sending Ivan Rostov to his knees again. David Nicolls powers Ivan Rostov down to the mat, where he quickly stomps on the biceps of Ivan Rostov. Ivan Rostov thrashes on the mat in pain

Daniel: Great teamwork by the champs here tonight

Max: They’re picking their places, and working it over

Daniel: These guys get more and more smooth each time we see them

David Nicolls grabs the arm again, leading Ivan Rostov to his feet. David Nicolls twists the arm, but Ivan Rostov is ready to answer with a knee to the gut of David Nicolls. David Nicolls breaks the hold, and Ivan Rostov swings a huge club to the back of his head, causing him to fall to the mat. Ivan Rostov quickly grabs the near leg, and drags David Nicolls over to the corner, where he makes a tag to Dan Murph. David Nicolls is back on his feet, but a shot from Ivan Rostov leaves him easy pickings for Dan Murph

Daniel: The power of these two men

Dan Murph picks David Nicolls up, high on his shoulders. David Nicolls quickly squirms free, sliding down the back of Dan Murph. Dan Murph swings his arms, making David Nicolls fall to the ground below him. David Nicolls tries to roll Dan Murph through, but Dan Murph overpowers him. He then drops hard to the ground, but David Nicolls darts out the way of the sitting big man. David Nicolls then hops over to his corner, tagging in Desmond Troy

Daniel: Quick tag after a failed sit-out

Max: Murph was using his head

Daniel: What do you mean, he was trying to sit out

Max: Exactly. His head’s so far up his ass, he was using his head

Daniel: Classy

Desmond Troy runs in, and goes right to work on the head of Dan Murph, who has gotten back to his feet. Desmond Troy fires with repeated right hands, but isn’t able to knock the big man down. Desmond Troy hits right after right, but to no avail. Dan Murph then fires with a quick throat jab, sending Desmond Troy backwards

Daniel: With one shot by Murph, Troy is knocked back

Desmond Troy hits the ropes, with help from a push by Dan Murph. Desmond Troy bounces off the ropes, then ducks the clothesline of Dan Murph. Desmond Troy then kicks Dan Murph in the gut, lowering him just enough for a hard DDT to the mat. Dan Murph bounces off the mat, but is quick to rise back to a knee. Desmond Troy meets him, backing Dan Murph into a corner

Max: Desmond’s looking to keep control over Murph

Desmond Troy whips Dan Murph into the opposite turnbuckle, but Dan Murph counters and chips Desmond Troy into the turnbuckle. Dan Murph charges at Desmond Troy, but Desmond Troy is able to block by getting his feet up in time to knock Dan Murph back. Desmond Troy runs at Dan Murph, who catches him and body slams him down to the mat

Daniel: Dan Murph is one of the quickest big men I’ve ever seen

Max: He’s not a former championship contender for nothing

Desmond Troy crawls toward the turnbuckle, hoping to raise himself up. Dan Murph meets him, pounding away with rights and lefts in the corner. Desmond Troy is sitting against the turnbuckle, taking each and every shot. The referee commands Dan Murph to back away, as Ivan Rostov and David Nicolls watch on with eager eyes

Daniel: Look at the two non-legal men

Max: They want in so badly

Dan Murph backs into the opposite side, and charges at Desmond Troy, sending his back towards him. But Desmond Troy rolls out of the way, crashing Dan Murph back first into the corner. He grabs at his lower spine, feeling the impact of that miss. Dan Murph backs into the corner, and is blind-tagged by a very eager Ivan Rostov

Daniel: Ivan with the blind tag

Max: He wanted in that much

Rostov charges at Desmond Troy in the corner, hoping to pick up where Dan Murph left off. But Desmond Troy once again gets his feet up to block the charge, knocking Ivan Rostov back. Desmond runs at Ivan Rostov, hitting him with a club to the back that takes both men down

Daniel: Strong shot by Desmond there

Max: But how much does either man have left?

Desmond Troy crawls, inch by inch, toward his corner. David Nicolls has his hand out far, wanting to get in. Desmond Troy collapses into the corner, getting the tag to David Nicolls just as Ivan Rostov makes it back to his feet. David Nicolls instantly Irish whips Ivan Rostov into the ropes, but Rostov whips him back. David Nicolls charges with full force with a flying forearm against the skull of Ivan Rostov. David Nicolls is waiting for Ivan Rostov to stand back up, hitting him with an inverted atomic drop when he stands

Daniel: Nicholls is starting to show who’s in control

David Nicolls knocks Ivan Rostov down to the mat with a sharp right hand, then runs towards Dan Murph on the outside, trying to knock him down as well

Max: Smart thinking, knowing where all his opponents are

Dan Murph falls from the apron, and crashes against the announcer’s table

Max: Hi Dan! Everyone’s coming over here

David Nicolls turns towards Ivan Rostov, dropping him with a scoop slam. David Nicolls then scales the top turnbuckle, measuring Ivan Rostov up. David Nicolls flies through the air, hitting a hard elbow drop on Ivan Rostov. David Nicolls stands up, feeling the energy of the crowd. He turns, and is floored by a hard clothesline by Dan Murph

Daniel: And the power of the big man

Max: He almost took his head off

Desmond Troy tries to get in the ring, but the referee holds him back. Dan Murph gets back into his corner, and both Ivan Rostov and David Nicolls are down. Ivan Rostov is able to crawl over to David Nicolls, making the cover

One…
Two…
Tr… Kickout!

Daniel: Kickout at two by Nicholls

Max: Ivan just crawled over, he’s going to have to do a lot more than that

Ivan Rostov is back up, and makes the tag to a fresh and angry Dan Murph. Dan Murph picks David Nicolls up by the hair, then knocks him down with a headbut. Dan Murph then takes his time taking apart David Nicolls, slowing hitting him with kick after punch after kick. Dan Murph then grabs the throat of David Nicolls, choking him out

Daniel: And look at that blatant illegal choke

Max: Murph wants to hurt him

The referee stops the choke, which allows David Nicolls to recover in the corner. Dan Murph follows him, hitting him with more shots. David Nicolls fights back with a quick punch of his own, but it only makes Dan Murph hit harder, until David Nicolls eventually falls to the mat

Daniel: How much more does she have left in the tank?

Dan Murph picks up David Nicolls, and leads him into the corner, where Ivan Rostov makes another tag. Dan Murph grabs the hair, opening up Ivan Rostov for the cheap shot. Ivan Rostov floors David Nicolls with a punch, helped by Dan Murph yanking him downwards. Ivan Rostov makes the cover

One…
Two…
Three… Kickout!

Daniel: David able to Kickout, even after the double team

Max: But Murph and Rostov are wearing him down, and keeping him far away from the fresh man in Troy

Ivan Rostov is quick to the rise, stomping on the arms of David Nicolls, then on the legs. Ivan Rostov backs up, waiting for David Nicolls to make it back to his feet. Ivan Rostov punches David Nicolls across the face, but David is ready and has a punch of his own. Ivan Rostov takes a second to compose himself, then fires with another shot. David Nicolls punches back slowly. The two trade back and forth, until Ivan Rostov settles the matter with a Russian leg sweep. Ivan Rostov rolls over David Nicolls, and makes the tag to Dan Murph

Max: See, that’s what’s winning the match for those guys. Consistent tags back and forth, keeping one man fresh at all times

Daniel: That and keeping David away from his corner

Max: Not giving him a chance to escape

Dan Murph steps through the ropes, and Ivan Rostov stands on the back of David Nicolls. Dan Murph charges off the ropes in a body splash, which connects thanks to Ivan Rostov holding David Nicolls down

Max: And the double team work

Daniel: He was holding him down

Dan Murph gets behind David Nicolls, and applies a rest hold head lock, taking the air out of his lungs. David Nicolls begins to fade away, but desperately reaches out for the ropes. David Nicolls is able to make it to his feet, fighting with every once he has. He elbows Dan Murph in the chest over and over, trying to break free. But Dan Murph hits a headbut, knocking David Nicolls back to the mat. Dan Murph taunts, then hits a body splash, but David Nicolls rolls out of the way in time

Nicholls still able to roll free

Both men are down, and trying to get to their corners. Dan Murph is first up, and chooses instead to grab David Nicolls by the leg, preventing him from making the tag. David Nicolls is hopping on one leg, trying to make it over to his tag team partner. Dan Murph pulls him further and further back, until they are in the center of the ring. David Nicolls faces Dan Murph, and floors him with a kick to the back

Daniel: What a hit by David Nicholls

Max: But he’s still far away from his partner. He needs to make that tag

Dan Murph falls towards his corner, where Ivan Rostov is waiting for the tag. Just as Ivan Rostov steps through the ropes, David Nicolls makes the hot tag to Desmond Troy, who fires at all comers with clothesline, knocking both his challengers down

Daniel: Desmond Troy is on fire out there

Desmond Troy stocks Ivan Rostov, looking to hit the Eternity. Desmond Troy has Ivan Rostov locked up, but Dan Murph comes back with a shot, knocking Ivan Rostov off Desmond Troy and sending the tag team champion to the floor

Daniel: Desmond Troy almost had it there

Max: But the numbers game was two much

Daniel: And with David Nicholls still recovering, it looks to be two on one

Both Ivan Rostov and Desmond Troy are down on the ground, not moving. The referee begins his ten count. Ivan Rostov begins to stir, and limps his way over to on top of Desmond Troy, where he makes the cover

One…
Two…
Three… Kickout!

Daniel: Another Kickout!

Max: Ivan is taking advantage, but it isn’t enough

Ivan Rostov tags in Dan Murph, who pounds on the head of Desmond Troy. Dan Murph hits Desmond Troy with an elbow drop, then charges at David Nicolls, knocking him off the apron. Dan Murph makes his way back to Desmond Troy, who is against the ropes. Dan Murph steps up on the middle rope, and drops down in a stomp on Desmond Troy. But Desmond Troy gets his knees up, causing Dan Murph to connect with a knee to the groin. Dan Murph staggers in to the corner, where Ivan Rostov makes the tag

Daniel: Quick thinking by Troy

Max: And Murph is the biggest man in the soprano choir now

Desmond Troy is still down, as Ivan Rostov taunts all around him, waiting for him to get back up to his feet. When Desmond Troy stands, Ivan Rostov grabs him. But Desmond Troy shoves him off, sending him crashing into Dan Murph, knocking him to the outside. Ivan Rostov staggers back, and is hit with the Eternity. Desmond Troy makes the cover

One…
Two…
Three…

Mina: Here are your winners… D&D!

The large screen darkens and, loudly over the PA, we hear the unmistakable sounds of rumpy and indeed pumpy. Girlish squeals punctuate the earthy grunts of a male clearly in the throes of orgasm. Panting signifies the end of the act of coitus and the girl sighs contentedly. A bedside light is switched on and we see a couple in bed, the male – Jokester – bare chested, his lower half under the sheets, the female – Chelsea Clinton!!! (or an extremely good lookalike) – lights a fat joint as she lies beside him.
Her nipples are pixilated, but only by an editor who clearly was keen to get home for the big game that night.

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So why do these failures get more airtime than the Jokester? My supporters keep asking me ‘How come the news programs never mention your name?’ ‘Will you win some states on Super Tuesday?’ ‘Can you take your hands off my tits?’
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We open up on Mike Corral, he’s walking along before he is yelled at.

MMK: Mike, wait!

Corral spins around and looks ready for action, he holds that delightful arrogance in his eyes.

Corral: You want some early, do you?

MMK: No, it’s not like that!

Corral: Of Course it isn’t, Douche-Fag!

He is still looking ready to fight, jumping on his toes.

MMK: Look, I want to talk about our match.

Corral: Yeah, I bet you do!

MMK: And I want to Promise something. I want to see how you’d feel about making sure that The Royal Knight is up and out fo the match permanently.

Corral stops dancing

Corral: How so?

MMK: You and I take him out at the beginning, we can do some fancy moves, get rid of him and rip his lungs out before we move on to one another!

Corral: You know, I could throw him off his game by Prank calling him a few times... Or some other pranks.. Worked with JMC...

MMK: ... Yeah, sure it did. Anyway. Can I get a deal from you now?

Corral pauses.

Corral: No.. Well you can’t just yet. We’ll see during the match, okay Balls?

MMK: Okay, Welll. See you then!

Karver walks away from Mike Corral who is grinning from ear to ear!

Max: Don’t do it, Karver. It’s a Trap!




Out of My way hits as the lights go on and off for a few seconds as Justin Dreamer walks out of the curtains with a huge cheer from the fans and chains wrapped around his body dangling down to the floor and a baseball bat in hand.

Mina Henderson: Making his way to the ring weighing in at 232lbs….. from Los Angeles, California… Justinnnnn Dreeeeeamerrrrr.

Daniel: That man The Hardcore Sensation, The Hardcore Legend, Mr. Monday Night, God of Hardcore The…..

Max: I think we get the picture.

Daniel: Well that man right there is putting his alliance with Jamie Parker and Mike Adams on the line here tonight. This maybe be the first blow in The Judge’s attempt to personally dismantle the so-called pest he calls Resistance.

Justin Dreamer takes off his chains and puts them near one of the ring posts as he waits for his opponent. The lights in the arena slowly darken as the piano for "Forgive Me" begins to play. Overhead shots of Los Angeles at night are shown on the titontron as the piano tune continues to play before the titontron turns into a huge 12:00 and a voice cuts in over the music saying "Forgive Me...".

Max: Well this man is on a mission and I find it hard to believe that The Judge will fail at anything he has put his mind to like he has shown in the past. He leaves a trail of victims wherever he goes and tonight Dreamer may just be the next victim.

Daniel: Indeed he may just be.

A yellow spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp as The Judge appears at the top of the ramp. The Judge makes his way to the ring looking indifferent and Dreamer anxiously awaits.

Mina: His opponent weighing in at 233lbs. also from Los Angleles, California… The JUDGE!

As soon as the Judge gets his head into the ring Dreamer pounces on him with shots to the head. Dreamer pulls The Judge completely into the ring and kicks him in the gut and attempts to whip him to the opposite ropes but The Judge reverses the whip and drops to the floor.

Dreamer hops over him and bounces of the opposite ropes as Judge quickly gets to his feet going for a back body drop but Dreamer telegraphs him with a kick to the face and a closeline.

Max: Nice telegraph there, like him or hate him im impressed by Dreamer taking it to The Judge early on in this match.

Daniel: Of courser he is, he is very very passionate about Resistance and there cause. He does not want this to be the end of his tenure with them.

Max: But can his passion get him through this match? Uhhh I think not.

The Judge rolls on the ground holding his mouth and makes it to a corner. Dreamer tries to follow up with his attack but the ref prevents him. The Judge slowly makes it to his feet and smirks nodding his head and walks towards Dreamer putting his hand up inviting him for a test of strength. Dreamer looks around getting the crowd approval and accepts. Both men are lock one hand but the Judge quickly takes the advantage and pokes Dreamer in the eye.

Max: Brilliant!

Daniel: Aww C’mon! The Judge sees he may be in for a little bit of a challenge and of course he must do some underhanded tactic like that.

Max: Just Brilliant!

The ref warns him about the poke but The Judge doesn’t listen and attacks Dreamer with a kick to the gut and a hard slap across the face.

Daniel: What disrespect.

Max: What do you expect Daniel, like The Judge said Resistance is nothing but a pest to him and the rest of Royalty. He has no respect for them why should he.

Daniel: These men are brave enough to stand up to these tyrants and that in itself deserves respect. If anybody respects Resistance for what they’re doing I sure as hell do.

Max: No one gives a damn about your respect.

Dreamer stumbles towards the ropes and holds onto the top rope eye still closed shut. The Judge hits Dreamer with a couple hard shots to the face and body driving him into a corner. The Judge then chokes Dreamer in the corner as the ref counts to before the DQ. Judge releases at 4 and hits Dreamer with and hard right to the face. Judge then whips hard to the opposite corner and Dreamer hits the turnbuckle hard but seems to bolt out of the corner and closelines the incoming Judge.

Daniel: What a closeline to The Judge. Nice rebound by Dreamer there.

Dreamer falls to his knees with him own momentum and crawls over to Judge and locks him in a Sleeper Hold. The Judge tries to struggle out of the hold to no avail as Dreamer just wrenches harder at the neck of Judge.

Daniel: The Judge seems to be realing here THIS MAY BE IT!

Max: Puhlease when’s the last time you’ve seen a match end due to a sleeper hold.

The Judge seems to be losing his energy and the ref raises his arm and lets go. Judges arm stays up for awhile and then suddenly slumps down. The ref then picks his arm up again and it seems to hang mid way drop but then falls again.

Max: What!

The ref brings it up for a third time and this time its falls midway again then raises up to a chorus of boos.

Max: That’s what I thought.

The Judge begins to struggle to his feet but Dreamer just lets go and hits Judge with a back suplex and goes for the pin.

1…

2…

Kickout by The Judge

Dreamer pulls Judge to his feet and whips him to the ropes and follows up with a beautiful dropkick to the face and quickly goes for the pin.

1…

2…

Kickout by The Judge

Dream gets to his feet and signs for his “Just A Dream” finisher.

Daniel: Dreamer wants to end it right here.

The Judge unknowingly gets to his knees and Dreamer goes to lock it in but The Judge squirms free and rolls out of the ring.

Max: This man is a genious he knows exactly what is going on at all times and that’s why he will be the one to end this pathetic excuse for a resistance.

Daniel: That was a smart move indeed dodging what looked to be the end right there.

The Judge pants as he walks along the side of the ring. Almost as soon as The Judge turns a corner around the ring Dreamer hits him with a suicide dive!

Daniel: And Dreamer with a suicide dive taking out The Judge! What a move!

Both men lay laid out on the outside of the ring in pain. Justin Dreamer rolls over and gets up and grabs Judge by the hair pulling him up with him. Dreamer hits a few shots on The Judge and backs him up before attempting to whip him into the steel steps but The Judge suddenly reverses and instead of whipping Dreamer into the steps he picks him up drops him throat first onto the steel barricade.

Max: Hahhahhahaahahaha That’s it it’s over The Judge just ended Dreamer right there.

Daniel: Dreamer does look to be injured, he could have crushed his larynx on that maneuver there. He needs some help.

The Judge rolls into the ring and signals that the match is over as the ref begins to count Dreamer out.

5……….

Daniel: The ref has already counted to 5 so Dreamer must struggle and get back into the ring or his tenure with Resistance is over.

Max: It’s over trust me.

6……….

Dreamer sits up to cheers from the crowd coughing, gagging and gasping in each breathe. He then falls back down.

Max: He’s down again there’s no way he’s getting back in the ring.

Daniel: I think he may need some medical attention.

7……….

Dreamer struggles to get onto his knees and begins to crawl.

8……….

Dreamer speeds up a bit and grabs the apron pulling himself up.

9….

Dreamer pulls on the bottom rope rolling himself into the ring still gasping for breathe.

Max: No Way!

Daniel: And this match continues!

The Judge immediately picks him up suplexes him and goes for the pin.

1…

2…

Kickout by Dreamer

The Judge starts stomping on him and then drops to his knees and begins to choke Dreamer with both hands in anger.

Daniel: How can The Judge be so ruthless, the man is obviously suffering from severe pains and he chokes him? He could kill the man.

Max: What are you talking about it’s a wrestling match!

Daniel: Choking a man is illegal retard!

The ref forces The Judge off of Dreamer pulling him off and The Judge takes offense to this and gets into the refs face. As they argue Dreamer gets to his feet and once Judge turns around Dreamer spears him and goes for the pin.

Daniel: A gore!

1…

2…

2.9

Kickout by The Judge.

Dreamer still holding his throat gets to his feet and climbs the top rope. Dreamer poises himself STILL coughin favoring his throat. Dreamer then dives going for a frog splash but The Judge rolls out of the way.

Max: Ahahahahha The Judge is Brilliant!

Daniel: We get it Max.

The Judge makes it to his feet and signals for the Judgment DDT. Dreamer slowly makes it to his feet but meanwhile his fellow Resistance members come walking down the rampway.

Daniel: Looks who it is.

Max: What the hell are they doing here?

They get mid-way down the ramp before the ref gets out of the ring and prevents them from coming any further shouting and telling them to leave. In the ring The Judge walks over to the ropes and yells his unkind words for Mike and Jamie but as he turns around Dreamer slams him in gut with a baseball bat and then breaks it over his back as he doubles over in pain the falls to the ground.

Max: REF! REF! He just cheated!

Daniel: Dreamer has just taken the rules into his own hands like The Judge has the entire match Brilliant! Just Brilliant!

Max: Those are my Words!

Dreamer wildy taunts and kicks the broken bat pieces from the ring and poises himself as The Judge makes it to his feet. The Judge turns around to non-other than Ben Whyndams finisher maneuver The Whynd. The ref races back into the ring and Mike and Jaime bring it to his attention that Dreamer has Judge pinned.

Daniel: THE WHYND, a tribute to Dreamer late and great tag team partner Ben Whyndam! It could be allllll over!

1…

2…

3…

Ding
Ding
Ding

Mina: Your winner Justin Dreamerrrrrrr!

Daniel: And Dreamer outsmarts the Judge this evening.

Max: That just wasn’t fair……… it…….. it……. It was totally not brilliant.



Daniel: There goes the brillaint Royal Plan, with only Adams and Dreamer left in the group, this woulda split them down the middle. But did you see what Dreamer had been saying about his friends Adams and PArker? They were not nice!

Dreamer quickly rolls from the ring and walks up the ramp to his buddies giving them a hug. Resistance smiles as they back up the isle looking at a seething Judge in the ring.








Max: Now let us take you back to earlier tonight when Dust made a surprise appearance as the fans were still filing in to the venue.

Daniel: It was a bit of a strange moment there is no doubt about that. Well you know what, see for yourself.

The show cuts to Dust standing in a black suit with a dark blue shirt and tie on standing in the ring with a microphone in hand. The fans, still finding their seats begin to murmur as Dust picks up the microphone.

Dust: Ladies and what passes for men these days, it is with great pleasure I stand here today to tell you all that I am much better than you can ever hope to be. For this reason, I have been appointed as your King. Remember, I am not a number playing lackey to a thesbian following the world into thinking he is at my level, I am a true leader.

However, I cannot help but notice some of you wondering just what makes me qualified to lead you. Well I have for you a long list of reasons why, I as your superior, am your one true King.

Reason the first, I am Dust.

Reason the second, Dust is just a shorter word greatness.

Reason the third, you are not Dust, none of you are even near my level. .

Reason the fourth, I have been a part of the most dominant group this company, hell that wrestling, has ever seen. I have watched them desperately search for identity ever since I decided to leave them in my wake.

Reason the fifth, I was the first to expose that fraud you tried to make a hero, Scorch. I was the first to prove he was a joke, not on the level of the true greats in this business, greats such as myself. He was a true coward, only able to do any damage with a sneak attack. When forced to do battle face to face, I always put him on his back, beat him without mercy, and left no doubt who the better man was.

Reason the sixth, unlike others here, I do not claim to be great, then fail to back it up. Every week I see a guy like Mike Corral brag about how he is the coolest man ever, and then watch him fail in the ring when it really matters. Kid, you have guts, but you might want to work on the talent thing first before you try hanging with the men, and once you handle them, try making it to my level.

Reason the seventh, I will never under any circumstances be like you. I know you all hate your lives, you hate your jobs, you hate your salaries, where you live, who you bed, you despise it all. You are all as pathetic as your lives, and I am as great as the life I lead, hell I am even better than the life of your true King.

There are so many more reasons why I am your better, and I will keep reminding you, into you finally learn to accept the truth. The boys in the back, they already know what happens if you cross me, and they too are learning to accept the truth. I am your King and what I decree is not to be questioned.

Don’t quote me, fear me.

Dust drops the microphone and raises up his right hand with a smirk on his face as he waves to the jeering crowd. He steps out of the ring and strolls up the ramp, soaking in the negative reaction of the people.

The show cuts back to Max and Daniel shaking their heads at the clip they have just seen.

Daniel: I wonder if this guy might need to rest his head a little longer. The man has been knocked loopy.

Max: It is strange indeed, that these people can be too naïve to recognize their true King.

Daniel: I figured you would be for 2.

Max: I am, I think the kingdom is big enough.

Daniel: Okay, four watt.





Max: Next up is, of course, our Number One Contenders match!

Daniel: Well that’s not technically true!

Max: What do you mean? It’s that triple threat with the Royal Knight, Mike Corral and Michael Karver!

Daniel: Well.. Yeah!

Max: And the winner gets a shot at JMC at Proving ground!

Daniel: not exactly, the winner gets a shot at contendership. Not at JMC.

Max: Well that’s pretty harsh!

Daniel: Maybe, but that’s what they’re doing, if they want to be World champion, their road will start here!

Mina: The Following Contest is a Three Way Match for a spot in the upcoming WPW Contenders match!

“Kashmir” by Led Zeppelin begins to play and without much ado and with much fanfare, out comes to the Ring “Masterful” Michael Karver. He spins on the spot as his son, Salvador Karver jumps out as well, behind his father, MMK nods back at him and the two begin their entrance

Mina: First, From Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 215 pounds. Being accompanied by Spectacular Salvador Karver... He is a Former PCW World Champion... “Masterful” Michael... KARVERR!

The Karvers make their way down to the Ring, with Michael slipping in while Sal cheers from the Outside.

Daniel: Well there’s Masterful Michael Karver, the man who was involved in the match to decide our latest champion. Perhaps it would be fitting for it to be him who challenges at Proving Ground!

Max: Didn’t he lose that match?

Daniel: Maybe on a technicality. But he wasn’t the one who was pinned to decide the WPW champion, so perhaps that ball is undecided!

Max: Then why is this being decided, shouldn’t we just give him his chance?

Daniel: Well I have a feeling these next two stars will disagree!

“Miseria Cantare” By AFI begins to play, leaving Kashmir dad in the water, and out shoots Mike Corral. Corral runs halfway down the ring to an amount of boos and jeers at the exceptionally arrogant superstar. He then turns around and points at no one joining him, evidently a stab at MMK and his son. He moves down the ring.

Mina: And his first opponent, from San Diego, California and weighing in at 243 pounds... Mike “The Prophecy” Corral!!

Max: Wait!

Daniel: He’s been toting The Prophecy as a name for a long time now! I think, however he doesn't imagine it replacing The Saint as his nickname!

Max: and what makes him thinks he’s so prophetic, prosthetic... per-phallic? (Stumbling)

Daniel: Prophetic.. Well he says it is his inevitable destiny to be WPW champion, and he could be very correct! Who knows what his future has in store for him?

“E Pro” By beck begins to play as The Royal Knight appears, lifting his arms to the beat of the music. He is unaccompanied as well, despite the fact that he has the most allies out of anyone in this match.

Mina: And the final competitor, from Dallas Texas and weighing in at 215 pounds... Representing The Royalty... The ROYAL Knight!!!

RK charges to the ring but stops midway, telling the referee too keep Karver and Corral at Bay while he enters the ring. Even though the two were not performing any sort of aggressive behaviour, referee Chris Kay has no choice but to obey and push the two back. RK get in and smirks at the two, gesturing behind the referees back, which enflames Corral who tries to get at him, but is held back by the referee.

Daniel: and the Royal Knight, showing his arrogance in this match quite severely. Perhaps he’s been talking to JMC about how to get under the Skin of these two opponents, both of whom have faced our champion for the title in the past... and both say that they’re not done yet!

*Ding Ding*

As soon as the bell rings, both Corral and Karver jump on The Royal Knight for his arrogant little joke moments before. The Royal knight drops under the weight of a series of punches by the two Michaels. Karver immediately hoists up RK and Corral brings him down just as quickly with a standing dropkick.

Daniel: Well, whatever The Royal One was planning to do there, it seems that they have taken objection to his plan and decided to shut him down early on.

Max: Oh come on, you and I both know this team is going to last as long as nachos at a fiesta!

Daniel: Don’t be so overconfident in that, MMK offered a chance to Mike Corral that those two should beat RK senseless and then focus on one another...

Max is correct as soon as MMK is down to start mounted punches, Mike Corral rises up and drops him with a spinning kick. Corral the jumps laterally and connects with an outstretched elbow to The Royal Knight and His leg across MMK’s chest, essentially a double move right there!

Max: Doesn’t look like much of a team now!

Daniel: Well, you’re right. I guess the nature of the beast that is Mike Corral says he doesn’t need Karver or anyone, he’s going it alone!

Corral jumps around And throws RK right at the ropes, leaving him on the turnbuckle. He then performs the same action with MMK but aims him over the ropes. MMK sails over but lands on his feet. Corral sees this and looks to ram Karver. Karver is ready for it but Corral stops suddenly and delivers a baseball slide to MMK’s feet, MMK flips forwards and hits the rope with his exposed neck before bouncing backwards and out. On cue, The Royal Knight jumps up and connects the sole of his boot to Corral’s grinning face as he was performing at the audience after his defeat of Karver. RK continues his attack but Corral swings around and tries to scoop slam the Knight. RK however stops this by placing his legs round Corral’s neck and slipping backwards, rolling Mike up!

1....

Kickout immediately by Corral.

MMK is on the outside and, after being helped to his feet by Sal Karver, jumps into the Fray. He is in with an impressive double takedown that lands The Royal Knight on his mouth. Corral falls on his back and soon gets his bearings and is on his feet. Karver swings again with a mean hook, but hits nothing but Air. Corral riles up and appears behind Karver, brining the man down with a Neckbreaker. Corral jumps up, but before eh can do anything, The Royal Knight hits a bulldog over Karver and onto the mat beside him!

Max: I can’t keep track of this for much longer! Every time someone gets a move, the third guy is there to beat it!

Daniel: It certainly is fast paced!

RK lifts up Corral and throws him at the ropes, He returns and The Knight boots Corral down, forcing him down and skidding forwards. He lifts up Corral And goes for the Royal Blood almost immediately. The fans boo this as the slumped head of Corral suggests it might actually occur! But, as is common in these matches, MMK is up. RRK however sees this and using Corral’s arm, jumps and bicycle kicks Karver who stumbles backwards and then forwards, now latching on a Second Royal Blood, with both his opponents on each arm!

Max: Oh No!

Daniel: The Royal Knight looking to get two opponents down in one move!

Max: Can he do it? Or has he really bitten off more than He can Chew?

RK goes to trip up the superstars but they both resist his push. With Corral, the heaviest star, and MMK being exactly RK’s weight it is a tough move to complete. RK Heaves again but this time Corral and Karver push back. The get their arms free of RK’s grasp and latch on together around his Neck. The two then lift up and perform what looks like a double chokeslam!

Daniel: And there goes that move! Look at the teamwork of These two!

Mike Corral instinctively drops down to pin RK but the count doesn't even get to One as MMK lashes out with his own boot! Corral springs off and lands on the mat next to RK.

Daniel: Corral probably did that more by instinct than smarts! After all, he had to know Karver was there!

MMK Begins to jump on Corral and bashes away with mounted punches. Corral reverses it and now has the advantage. MMK locks his legs around Corral and starts to squeeze the life out of his diaphragm Corral yells and then throws a series of headbutts into Karver, which loosens the grip. Corral tires for a fourth headbutt but MMK Moves his head and Corral connects with the mat, stunning him. MMK then locks on a Headlock to add to the grapevine, now really getting Corral stuck in a submission hold! Sal Karver is cheering from the outside!

Daniel: MMK has this move locked in, look at Corral’s arms flying everywhere!

Max: The Martial arts Mix is surely helping him tonight!

Daniel: Mixed Martial Arts! We can acknowledge it now, Max!

Max: Why?

Daniel: Because The WWE are too!

Max: Oh!

Corral has begun to try and plough a path to the centre ropes, to get a break on his move. But MMK throws several elbows to his shoulder, causing Corral to have to focus on that pain and not on movement. Sal Cheers this intelligent move and starts thumping the mat, in time with the fans claps telling Corral to tap out. The referee, Chris Kay, is checking with Corral, whose face is buried in a ton of MMK headlock.

Daniel: Not looking good For Anyone who isn’t MMK, The Royal Knight is only just moving again and Corral seems incapable of breaking this move!

As Corral inches closer, Sal Karver is suddenly knocked to one side! The referee doesn’t notice but soon sees that a series of fists are wailing on Corral. The man performing these actions then disappears and hides behind the apron. When Kay goes to check it out, he is greeted by Sal Karver who has been knocked over by whoever it really was. Kay takes this as Sal trying to hide himself and, as punishment for Sal’s actions, forces MMK to break the hold!

Max: What? We had this match all good and one by!

Daniel: And it wasn’t Sal, I didn’t see who the puncher was but it was someone else who’s just gone and hidden under the Ring!

Max: Musta been someone who wanted to save Corral’s chance in this match!

Daniel: Or RK’s, don’t forget if Corral had submitted then MMK would have won outright!

MMK looks over at Corral, spluttering and coughing, he grabs Corral by the neck and decides to finish him. Grabbing him by the neck he spins him around and hits him with the GFE! Corral falls like cards and Sal Cheers loudly for this, riling up the fans! He hooks the leg.

1....................


2.....................


3!!!!!

NO! Corral’s leg has been planted on the ropes by the mystery man who finally shows himself to be....

Daniel & Max: JMC??

Cassius, the World champion for which these three have been fighting over, has been interfering in this match and has just caused Karver’s win to be null and void!

Max: Oh that Cheeky bastard.

Daniel: Karver is fuming!

MMK is absolutely livid! He is yelling at JMC and JMC is trying to act innocent, telling him he is only here to see his Knight. MMK can’t finish his sentence as he is soon hit by a devastating clothesline by RK who knocks him over the ropes and almost landing on JMC. Cassius looks up and smiles at RK. Mouthing the words “What are friends for?” RK does not like this, as he ahs said some harsh things about JMC in the past week. But he does listen and Goes for the pin on Mike Corral!


Daniel: No! The Royal Knight has this now, after all the world of Michael Karver!

1.....................................


2.....................................


3!!!!!

No! Again! Sal Karver has entered the ring and broke the pinfall up!

Daniel: Salvador Karver Saving his father’s dreams!

Sal is a bout to be ejected by Kay for interference but before he can listen he dives over the ropes and lands right on top of JMC, JMC falls backwards and hits his head hard on the ground below. Sal also connects his head, but his falls on the barricade.

Daniel: Wow, I don’t think Salvador Karver even stopped for Breath, broke a pinfall and then went to break our World champion!

RK shakes his head and surveys the two Karvers and a Cassius dead on the outside, he doesn’t look too concerned as he moves over and begins to throw punches over at Mike Corral. Corral had been getting to his feet but is now laud down once more! RK then grabs Corral and ties to pick up Where MMK left off, locking on a dragon Sleeper. Corral swings his arms wildly, now in a second choke, but he dives to the ringside and gets the ropes, forcing the Royal One to break his hold. Of course he doesn’t until the Five Count!

Daniel: And Mike Corral might be oxygen starved, but he knows here he is!

RK laughs at Corral gasping for air and lines up another punch right to Corral’s temple. But ti si Blocked! Corral looks furious at RK and the fans start to cheer Corral, something They’ve not done to the cocky star in a long time! Corral then throws punches of his own, knocking back RK again and again and again. Corral throws him at the ropes and sandwiches him right there. He throws him at the opposite ones and does the same before dropping the Knight with a Half Nelson Barrel Roll Backbreaker!

Max: Whoa, Corral has exploded now!

Corral looks around as RK gets to his feet, holding his able He tries for A Dropkick but RK Avoids it. RK then brings Corral Down with a Russian Leg Sweep as he begins to climb the ropes. JMC, on the outside is up and grabs hold of the feet of Mike Corral, keeping him in place for RK’s Showdown Moonsault! RK looks ready and springs backwards... Just as Mike Corral kicks JMC in the teeth and rolls free! RK falls to the ground with nothing to cushion his fall!


Daniel: Oh Mike Corral escapes in the Nick of Time!

Max: And look. MMK is back!

MMK Runs into the ruing, propelled by his son, who has now begin to lay into the WPW champion on the outside, JMC covers up. Karver runs in as Mike Corral is about to his The Triple X on RK. Mike Karver tells him to do so then they will fight man to man, to which Corral nods his head. Corral Falls down on The Royal Knight as The Triple X connects!

Daniel: And MMK will finally get to fight Corral one on one in this match, he promised to dispose of RK, the man who pinned him last week, to fight Corral someone he has definitely enjoyed!

Max: Wait, what the hell!?

As soon as The move is completed Masterful Michael Karver attacks Corral with a running High Knee! Corral falls from the ring and over the ropes where he is caught by Sal Karver who brings him down on the ground!

Daniel: My God! Michael Karver just betrayed Mike Corral!

Karver falls on top of RK, going for the Pin. Corral slides out of Sal's grasp, punching him in the process, trying to get back to the Ring! JMC follows in too.


1..............................


2................................


3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JMC and Corral who just slid into the ring, drop to their knees in agony

*Ding Ding*

Daniel: It’s over!


Mina: Here is your winner... "Masterful" Michael KARVERRR!!!!


Max: It’s damn well over! And MMK goes on to Next week!

Mike Karver drops from the ring, knowing he has a lot of enemies in there now and he didn’t do much to stopper them! Sal hugs his dad, celebrating his win! Corral runs to the ropes and throws abuse at Karver, betraying his trust! JMC checks on The Royal Knight.

Daniel: Well Karver, with some cunning stratagem, won the match. He’s now of to a Number one Contenders match!

Max: And boy did he make some enemies today! Well worse enemies!







The scene opens up on JMC after a commercial. He is walking, confidently around the backstage area of the arena. He passes a corner, a typical dark corner when he hears a whisper.

???: Psssst

Cassius spins around and comes face to face with the shadow the corner causes. Gefore he can respond, Gunnar Brian steps out of it. Cassius looks a little relieved.

JMC: The Man of the Hour it is.

Gunnar: Don’t get so pleasant, James.

JMC: Courtesy and being pleasant are two different things. I do one a lot. Now, Tell me, lord of Stalking, were you just waiting for someone to come past or did you know I would be here?

Gunnar: I’m not going to tell you that, I’m here to check on you, check you’re ready for my main event Berth.

JMC: You mean our match? I have been ready for a week, my friend.

Gunnar: I’m not your friend.

JMC: I am being courteous again. So, tell us, are you? Do not expect you to have any level of Shock and awe over these two fools. They are Resilient because of their idiocy, it gives them...

Gunnar: Strength?

JMC: Let us say that it gives them their own set of rules. You want to destroy the Dream, I can help, I have done it myself. The only Person to do it in WPW. So you give me a win tonight, and I’ll give you Dream on a silver platter! Do you like that?

Cassius extends his hand to Brian. Brian looks at it, sinking into the shadows again.

Gunnar: I do.

Gunnar grabs JMC’s hand and shakes it, backing way into the dark corner. JMC smiles and looks around before darting off himself.





The large screen darkens and, loudly over the PA, we hear the unmistakable sounds of rumpy and indeed pumpy. Girlish squeals punctuate the earthy grunts of a male clearly in the throes of orgasm. Panting signifies the end of the act of coitus and the girl sighs contentedly. A bedside light is switched on and we see a couple in bed, the male – Jokester – bare chested, his lower half under the sheets, the female – Chelsea Clinton!!! (or an extremely good lookalike) – lights a fat joint as she lies beside him.
Her nipples are pixilated, but only by an editor who clearly was keen to get home for the big game that night.

Jokester: Now that’s what I call a Super Tuesday.

Now, last week, we saw some of my fellow competitors in WPW endorse the………em…….fringe candidates in the Presidential campaign…….shortly before they all withdrew their candidacy. Now, I’m not saying that these two events were connected but………if you put your dick in a mincer, you end up with minced dick. You know what I’m saying.
So why do these failures get more airtime than the Jokester? My supporters keep asking me ‘How come the news programs never mention your name?’ ‘Will you win some states on Super Tuesday?’ ‘Can you take your hands off my tits?’
Let me answer these questions. X=3(y+2) -2r. Karl Marx’s racing pigeon and Buddy Holly in 1959.
Sorry – That’s the wrong set of answers. Let me just say that there’s a conspiracy to pretend that I am not standing in this election, that I’m delighted with the 19% vote I’ve had so far, that a win in California would put me ahead in the delegates race, and, oh, sorry, I didn’t realise those were yours.
Finally, let me introduce you to my latest celebrity endorsement – Obama’s got Oprah, McCain’s got Schwartzenneger, me? I’ve got Arsenal.

Chelsea: Chelsea.

Jokester: Oh, yeah. Chelsea. Nice girl. I would. Well………..I already did.
Who’re you voting for, Chelsea?

Chelsea: I’m voting for John Oliver Kenneth Edward Ster and I urge all right thinking Americans to do likewise. Mom sucks…….but not as well as Monica, apparently. Vote Jokester for free healthcare, zero percent income tax and a 20% reduction coupon for every MacDonald’s in the Mid West.

Thumbs up from Jokester and Chelsea.

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Warning: Any policies mentioned do not constitute a full and binding agreement. May cause flatulence and anal leakage. Consult your physician.


Match:

Daniel: Up next, it’s Florida’s very own 2 versus the would be saint with the face paint, Martin Cameron and, get this, it’s for the Florida State Championship!

Max: That’s right, Daniel. Fresh from last week’s successful defense of his Hardcore title, 2 returns to defend his other title in his home state of Florida.

Daniel: Yet the fans will be supporting the out-of-towner, Cameron. 2, despite an unparalleled run of success, is strangely unloved by the WPW fanbase. Why is that, Max?

Max: Well, 2 is ruthless, vicious, unscrupulous, and lists his hobbies as amateur vivisection and hardcore pornography. Now, that makes him a stand up guy in my book, but the WPW fans don’t seem to appreciate the strength of character that 2 displays.

Daniel: What about Cameron? Do you think that he has the talent to wrench that title from 2’s avaricious grasp?

Max: Cameron doesn’t have the talent to tie his own shoelaces. 2’s gonna win and he’s gonna win big.

Daniel: Well, the next 15 minutes will decide. Let’s hear what Mina’s got to say.

Mina: This next match is for the Florida State title and is between, weighing in at 225lbs and currently residing in Vancouver, Canada, Martiiiin Cameronnnnnnn!!!!!

The Raconteurs’ Broken Boy Soldiers hits and the lights darken until Martin Cameron is picked out by a single spotlight at the top of the ramp. He raises his head and makes a steady promenade to the ring. Entering, he walks purposefully to his corner and awaits his opponent.

Mina: Ladies and Gentlemen, his opponent, the current Florida State Champion, hailing from Avalon Park, Florida, and weighing in at 190lbs,……….Twoooooooooo!!!!!!!

Papa Roach’s ‘Walking Through Barbed Wire’ announces the arrival of 2 then his slow walk to the ring, hands balled into tight fists of fury. He enters the ring and gets up on the second turnbuckle in a neutral corner. He glares out at the crowd, who are vociferous in their booing.

Daniel: Listen to that, Max. The hatred of 2 just gets more and more intense each week, especially since he threw his lot in with Royalty.

Max: I love 2 and I want to have his children. A blue eyed little boy whom we’ll call Fergus and a doe-eyed little minx that we’ll call Sarah. She’ll get riding lessons and we’ll buy her a little pony for her 5th birthday……..(trails off)

Referee Todd Franklin calls both men to the centre of the ring and displays the Championship belt before calling for the bell.

Ding Ding

2 extends a hand to a wary Cameron who skips from foot to foot and thinks hard about a response. Eventually he settles and slowly moves to offer a handshake. 2 grabs his hand, yanks Cameron towards him and kicks him hard in the midsection. Cameron doubles and 2 floors him with a forearm smash. Cameron goes flat on the mat and 2 turns away with a smirk.

Daniel: Schoolboy error there from Cameron. Never trust the hand of friendship when it comes from a snake in the grass like 2.

Max: Can a snake in the grass have a hand?

Cameron gets back up as 2 leans nonchalantly on the ropes. He goes to Spear 2 but changes to a spinning heel kick just as 2 begins to sidestep. He catches 2 high on the side of his head and 2 goes backwards over the top rope to land on the ring surround.

Daniel: Cameron strikes back immediately, showing he has learned a thing or two on his journey up the ranks of lesser federations.

2 lands on his feet but staggers backwards. Cameron gets up to the top rope and launches a Missile Dropkick onto 2 and he stands dazed on the ring surround. 2 flies backwards into the guard rail and slumps to the floor. Cameron is slow to get up and Todd Franklin begins a count out.

1……………..Cameron shakes his head to clear it from the impact

2……………...Some fans lean over the rail and ruffle 2’s hairstyle

3………………Security guys push the fans back….then ruffle 2’s hairstyle some more

4……………...Cameron shakily gets to his feet and goes over to 2

5………………Cameron stomps 2 as he sits helpless.

6………………Daniel: Cameron cannot win this match by countout.

7………………Cameron picks 2 up with a wristlock

8……………….Cameron catapults 2 into the steel steps

9……………….Cameron lifts 2 in a Fireman’s Carry

9 ½….Cameron runs up the steps and tips 2 back in the ring

9 ¾…Cameron gets a foot through the ropes to stop the count

Daniel: A close thing there. Cameron might have won the match but what use would that have been without the title?

Max: As much use as the Patriots’ offensive line.

Daniel: Wouldn’t know, Max. I was watching ‘Live’

Cameron pulls 2 up for a Sit-Out Powerbomb and keeps his legs on 2’s shoulders for the pin. Franklin counts.

1………………….

2…………………

2.9999999999999 Incredibly, 2 gets a shoulder up as Franklin’s hand drops a third time and Franklin makes it clear that the count was only for 2.99999999999 through a complicated set of hand gestures. Cameron goes to remonstrate with Todd Franklin but this allows JMC to run from backstage, bearing a set of brass knuckles which he slips to 2 as he recovers from the onslaught. 2 nods to JMC and slips on the knuckles. Cameron turns back to 2 and walks straight into a One 2 Punch from 2 who quickly loses the knuckles on Todd Franklin’s blindside as he goes to warn JMC away from ringside.
Cameron goes flat, apparently unconscious and 2 covers.
Todd Franklin has missed the cover and is too busy waving JMC backstage. Eventually JMC trudges back up the ramp as 2’s shouts attract Franklin’s attention. He drops….

1…………………

2…………………

Thr………….No! Cameron rises from a near death experience to force a shoulder up.

Daniel: Cameron survives! Normally that illegal punch would have won the match, or let 2 retain the title at least, but Cameron has brought his ‘A’ game tonight. He is not leaving this ring without a belt round his waist.

2 slugs Cameron a few times but this just incenses Cameron who lowers his head and charges, bringing both men back to the mat again. 2 tries a 2Tapornot2 submission hold, but things get messy and Cameron tries to reverse it into a Sharpshooter. 2 wriggles free before the hold can be completed and the men separate to regain their breath.

Daniel: This is one of the most intense matches I have seen outside of a Pay per view. It’s not pretty, but it is compulsive viewing.

Max: That makes it the Rosie O’Donnell of WPW.

2 charges at Cameron but is floored by a Sidewalk Slam. Cameron covers briefly but 2 has gained a second wind and kicks out quickly, surprising Cameron and allowing 2 to apply a Headlock. He pulls Cameron to his feet and brings his knee up twice, then DDTs Cameron to the mat. 2 loses his hold on Cameron though so Cameron can use the rope to get back to his feet. Cameron leans against the rope and 2 rushes at him, Clotheslining him over the top rope to the outside. Cameron lands cleanly though and skips back up to the ring apron and uses the rope to leap back into the ring, catching 2 with a Crossbody. He stays for the cover.

1………………..

2……….Kickout.

Cameron slams the mat in frustration and gets to his feet to think out his next move. 2 is quick to apply a Muay Thai clinch which he follows up with knees and elbow strikes. Cameron is dazed briefly but still manages to throw 2 in an untidy German Suplex. He picks 2 up again and whips him into the ropes then bends for an intended flip but 2 halts in the rebound and forearm smashes Cameron before he can reposition. Cameron goes flat and 2 covers.

1…………………

2………….Another kickout!

Daniel: Cameron will not lie down.

Max: Then 2 will have to make him.

Daniel: And how does 2 achieve that?

Max: A moderate dose of Rohypnol always works for me.

Cameron rolls out of the cover and makes as if to get up but when 2 approaches, Cameron sweeps 2’s legs from under him and he falls, cracking his head off the mat. He rises clutching the back of his head with both hands, exposing his midsection in doing so. Cameron takes advantage with a side kick to 2’s chest and 2 covers up before another kick can take place.
They run at each other and hit with Clotheslines at the same second. Both go down again.
The crowd noise rises to fever pitch but neither man stirs for several seconds and Todd Franklin belatedly begins a count. He reaches six before both men stir and try to kick out at each other as they rise. 2 lands a weak elbow strike and Cameron connects with a headbutt but they largely use each other as props to regain their balance.

Max: This just in – Exit poll from New York gives Clinton 53%, Obama 44%, Ster 2.9999999999%. You couldn’t make it up.

Daniel: Except that you just did.

Both men are now exhausted and wildly flailing punches at each other, but few connect properly

Daniel: This is going down to the wire. Which of these two men has the greatest stamina?

Cameron finds the energy for a Pump Handle Slam and decides to go for broke. He hops up on the first rope though he may have been trying for the second and delivers an April Fools (Springboard Reverse Houston Hangover/Lionsault LegDrop Combo)
Cameron lands a little short for maximum impact but hooks 2’s leg for a cover.
Todd Franklin hits the mat and counts. Time distorts from Cameron’s viewpoint and Todd Franklin seems to move in slo-mo.

O………………………n……………………..e


T……………………….w…………………….o


Th……………..u………….r……………..eeeeeee!

Time resets itself like a chronostat switch has just been pulled and Martin Cameron finds himself with his hand in the air.

Ding Ding

Mina: Your winner and Neeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww WPW Florida State Champion, Martiiiiiiiiiiin Cameronnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!

Max: No!!!!!!!!!!!

Daniel: Yes.

Various faces spill out onto the entrance ramp, applauding Cameron’s victory as he jumps around like an 18 year old girl given her first vibrator. 2 looks up incredulously as he realizes the loss of one of his two titles. He rolls out of the ring and finds the brass knuckles discarded earlier. He slips these on, gets back in the ring, and lays out Martin Cameron with a single punch.

Daniel: That’s just not right. Cameron won this title fair and square. Royalty just sunk that little bit lower in my estimation. I don’t want to editorialize, but ‘Vivre La Resistance!’ We’ll be right back.



Backstage we come to a livid 2. He looks absolutely pissed off. The Judge is in a coner near a table, playing with some papers.

2: No.. No.. This ISN'T Happening!

Judge: Look just calm down!

2 Runs over to the desk and slams his arms down on it, looking right into Judge.

2: Tell me.. TELL ME that there's a rematch clause there! There has to be!!

Judge: It's tough to work out, this contract. Since Goodman only got a shot agaisnt your Hardcore Title for his rematch, your's is a bit finnicky over whether you get one or you get what Brock Goodman got.

2: But Canmeron Doesn't have a Hardcore Title, He has MY FLORIDA ONE!

Judge: I know, but James Couldn't find a loophole anywhere when he looked over it, and he's busy with his match now!

2: SHIT!!!

Judge: Look, When James gets back, you could talk to him. In the meantime.. I talked with.. Carlos

2 looks hopeful and wary, knowing that it is Carlos

2: And?

Judge: He says he coudl give you a Ttile rematch, in fact he'd do it very willingly...

2: Fucking A. About time something went right...

Judge: But to get it... You need to Give up your Florida Belt...

2 looks white! The fans cheer this and Judge looks equally as annoyed as Judge.

2: No.. There HAS to be a rematch Clause... Well.. We will jsut wait for James and pour over the Contract together... and It'll be fine.

Daniel: My God, this could be Huge!

Max: In the Meantime we have this!!




Daniel: *Sighs* Well folks, that was our last commercial break of this evening…

Max: …

Daniel: …

Max: Alright… WHAT?!

Daniel: You mean, you’re not gonna cut me off today? Why, I’m shocked!

Max: C’mon, do I ever cut you off?

Daniel: Yeah, pretty much all the time Neo writes matches. I swear that guy hates me. Humph!

Max: Uh, Daniel… You might wanna lay off the pills man!

Daniel: Whattayamean!?

Max: I uh… Oh, nevermind.

Daniel: You’ll see the bigger picture one day Max, trust me!

Max: I see my broadcast colleague has finally gone insane. Referencing the Matrix, written matches… It’s still real to me!

Daniel: Ahem. I do apologise. I don’t quite know what came over me.

Max: So now you’re a goddamn British Toff? What the fuck is this shit man? Who put you up to this?

Daniel: Why, I do declare… I have no clue what ya’ll are goin’ on about!

Max: Daniel… I swear, I AM THIS CLOSE… THIS CLOSE to walking out on the Main Event!

Daniel: Why the hell would you wanna walk out on one of WPW’s biggest Main Events? You have the Dream Team teaming up against JMC and WPW’s resident weirdo, Gunnar Brian. What could be better?

Max: Oh… So NOW you’re gonna read from the script huh? Fine! Ahem. Whats wrong with him being a weirdo? It obviously works for him, so let him do it!

Daniel: I guess you’re right Maximus.

Max: Did you just call me… Nevermind. You know I am always right Daniel. Always. I thought you would have come to realise that by now!

Daniel: Never Max, I would never admit that you are right. Anyway, this is bound to be a huge match. Gunnar is gonna be looking to finally make it to the big leagues with a win here tonight, while the Dream Team are just going to be looking to reassert themselves as possibly the most dominant team in E-Fed history!

…

Sorry, I mean wrestling history!

Max: That’s what I thought you said.

Daniel: So, without further ado, lets get this party started. I mean, that has just taken up a page and a half.

Max: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Daniel: Uh, nothing.

Daniel turns to face a somewhat bemused Max Stockton, but he looks straight past Max, resting his gaze on Mina. He nods in her direction and she steps up off her seat as Daniel turns his head to face the ring. Mina strides to ringside before climbing the steps up to the apron. She walks about half way down before crouching down and entering the ring through the bottom and middle ropes. She then straightens up and walks to the centre of the ring before bringing the mic up to her lips to make her announcements.

Mina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 225lbs and hailing from Manchester, England, he is GUNNAR BRIAN!

The lights fade and ‘The Importance of Being Idle’ begins to play, to a slight pop. Gunnar walks out and he looks towards the sky. He pauses for a moment as he holds his hands out. He then looks down at the floor as the lights come back on before wrapping his arms around himself. He slides his hands down his arms as he slowly walks down to the ring before slowly climbing up the steps. He turns around as he climbs the last step looking around before turning back to face the ring and climbing into the ring. He walks to the closest corner and wraps his arms around himself in said corner awaiting his tag team partner and opponents.

Mina: And his partner, from Bad Segeberg, Germany and weighing in at a meagre 195lbs, he is the WPW Champion, JMC, JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!

"Apocalypse Please" begins to boom throughout the arena, the heavy Piano chords striking with every beat. As the drums lead to a peak, out comes James Moriarty Cassius. He reaches out as he stands in the entrance way and holds his arms out to his sides slightly. His WPW Championship Belt dangling from one of them. Cassius then spins on the spot and moves forwards, down towards the ring. Cassius makes his way to the steps and onto the Apron. He then ducks into the ring and spins on the spot, his arms outstretched once more with his World title in one hand. Cassius casts a fleeting glance over to Gunnar Brian before handing the WPW Championship to the referee who dashes over to the ropes and hands it to a member of the ring crew, who in turn, take it over to the announcers table and place it across the top of the table. JMC watches his belt intently as the hired help places it on the announcer’s table. Both JMC and Gunnar Brian then exit the ring as Mina prepares to announce the Dream Team.

Mina: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 515lbs, they are the DREAM TEAM!

The crowd noise dies and there is an air of excitement as they await the arrival of the next President and Vice President of the US. A-MER-I-CA starts off but it becomes clear that this is a new remix, the title being repeated as if the record has stuck. It morphs into 'Hail to the Chief' played thrash metal style by some Slayer wannabes. Spectacular pyro lights up a Stars and Stripes pattern then, briefly a cartoon of a donkey entering an elephant from the rear. A huge Lincoln Continental appears at the top of the ramp and attempts to get down the aisle but sticks on the guard rails. It sits for a few seconds before Jokester leans out of one of the side windows and has to extricate himself through the window as the door is wedged shut on the railing. He then leans in through the window and retrieves a box of badges from the limo before Dream and the Bees slither out of the sunroof, the car visibly buckling under the weight of Connie. Eventually the foursome get themselves free of the limousine and wave presidentially to the crowd, with Jokester handing out ‘Ster 08 badges, as they make their way to the ring. Babies are profferered for Jokester and the Dream to kiss, but Jokester has to warn Dream once again - 'No tongues'. As the foursome make their way to ringside, the Lincoln Continental struggles as the driver attempts to reverse, so a group of referees hurry out from the back and hastily begin pushing the Lincoln Continental back towards the curtain. Meanwhile, Jokester gets to ringside and a hick family, clearly messed up by 8-or so generations of in breeding, offer their spawn for Jokester to kiss. However, Jokester recoils from the sight that is held before him, but Dream has a ‘Couldn’t Care Less’ attitude and leans in for a snog… Yes, a snog… But the parents of the child hastily retract their infant when they see the salivating mouth of the Dream literally twitching. Jokester watches what is unfolding in front of him before clearing his throat. Dream then straightens up quickly, as if to say ‘what, I’m not doing anything…’ before quickly rushing to ringside and sliding into the ring. Jokester sighs before throwing the box of badges into the crowd. He then spins on his heels and strides purposefully towards the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope. The Bee’s attempt to mimic Jokester but find that its too much effort and simply clap for the Dream Team before turning round and waddling back the way they came. Jokester then approaches the Dream as Gunnar and JMC slide into the ring. Gunnar and JMC huddle briefly before JMC steps onto the apron and grasps the tag rope, signalling that Gunnar Brian is going to start this one fore his team. Jokester and Dream discuss the situation, rather animatedly, before Dream slumps his shoulders, apparently conceding to Jokester’s persuasiveness. Dream then steps out onto the apron before grabbing the tag rope. The ref then signals for the bell to sound, thus getting this match underway.

DING!!

DING!!

DING!!

Daniel: Well, this match is underway folks, and it looks like Jokester is going to be starting off against Gunnar Brian.

Max: Yeah, Gunnar was obviously chosen to be the starting guy for his team since he has the power advantage.

Daniel: How very clever of you Max.

Max: Thanks. I do try.

Daniel: Quite.

Jokester and Gunnar Brian cautiously approach each other before quickly locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. However, even though Gunnar is the ‘heavy hitter’ of his team, he is still giving up 25lbs to Jokester, therefore Jokester quickly gains the upper hand in the collar and elbow tie up. However, Gunnar is able to wriggle free from Jokester’s grip and throw a seeking right hand… But Jokester blocks it and lashes out, kicking Gunnar in the midsection and doubling him over. Jokester quickly grabs Gunnar and hoists him in the air, Fishermans Suplex style, and drives him down to the canvas. Jokester though, does not break his grip and keeps Gunnar’s shoulders on the canvas while hooking the leg. The referee quickly dives down to make the count…

1…

2… Gunnar kicks out! Gunnar quickly moves up to his knees as Jokester hastily returns to his feet. There is a look of shock etched into Gunnar’s face as he realises he was almost caught, this early into the match!

Max: Phew, I think Gunnar knows he coulda just been pinned right there… And this early into the match! That was Jokester’s first pin attempt of the evening, and it very well coulda been the last!

Daniel: Ya know Max, that is what was just written up there!

Max: Whattaya mean, written? That played out beautifully before my eyes!

Daniel: Whatever you say Max.

Jokester watches as Gunnar gets to his feet. Gunnar returns to a vertical base and almost immediately, he charges towards Jokester with a strong lariat, but Jokester quickly ducks the clothesline. However, as Jokester ducks the attempted lariat, he reaches up and grabs Gunnar’s arm, quickly stopping Gunnar in his tracks. Jokester straightens up and hastily whips Brian to the opposite ropes, measuring Gunnar on the rebound before turning side on to Gunnar and hoisting Brian up off the canvas and planting him with a big time backbreaker. Gunnar slumps off of Jokester’s knee and as soon as he hits the canvas, his back arches up and Gunnar’s hand shoots straight to his lower back. Gunnar then, almost instinctively, rolls onto his stomach, preventing a pin attempt. Gunnar writhes in pain before pushing himself up to all fours and stepping up to his feet. With his hand still at his back, Gunnar turns to face the Jokester and advances menacingly towards the presidential candidate… Only for Jokester to drop to the canvas and intertwine his legs with Gunnar’s legs, before taking Gunnar down to the canvas with a drop toe hold. Gunnar’s chin hits the canvas hard and Jokester springs up to a vertical base. The crowd pops as Jokester reaches down and grabs Gunnar’s head and arm, before wrenching him back up to his feet. With Gunnar slightly groggy following the impact to his chin, Jokester quickly positions himself on Gunnar’s side and takes him down with a Russian Leg Sweep! Jokester gets to his knees and looks like he is about to cover Gunnar when Jokester spots Cassius about to enter the ring. Jokester then returns to his feet and JMC stops in his tracks. Jokester taunts JMC, showing him the back of his hand, as Gunnar, who is winded, struggles up to his feet. Gunnar then turns to face Jokester… Only to be lifted off the ground and for Jokester to connect with a devastating Atomic Drop! However, Jokester doesn’t release Gunnar, opting instead to grab both of his legs and drive Gunnar down to the canvas. At that moment, the Dream calls the referee over and begins talking politics! So, the ref is distracted and Jokester has Gunnar on the canvas, looking up at the lights… With one ankle in each hand. What does he do? Why, he spreads Gunnar’s legs and drops a headbutt right on the family jewels! A loud ‘OOOH!’ goes up from the crowd as Jokester returns to his feet and releases Gunnar’s legs. At that moment, the Dream conveniently gets bored of the referee’s company as Gunnar is rolling around the canvas cradling his genitals. Jokester then notices the ref is about to turn around… And he too drops to the canvas holding his ‘nads. Now, both Jokester and Gunnar are down holding their nuts, though Jokester might actually be pleasuring himself, hard to tell… And the referee is confused as fuck. He has no clue what to make of the situation.

Daniel: What a ploy by Jokester, writhing around, feigning agony… The referee is totally bemused!

Max: C’mon ref! Jokester is enjoying himself too much! Did you even look at his expression? GAWD!

Jokester then gets up, just like that. The referee’s confusion then escalates as Gunnar rolls onto his gut and pushes himself up to all fours before crawling towards the corner. The ref dashes over to Jokester and checks him out. Jokester then points to his nuts and fakes like he is hurt as Gunnar uses the turnbuckles to pull himself up to his feet. Then, when Gunnar gets to his feet, Jokester dashes over and spins him around. Jokester then punches Gunnar straight in the mouth, taking Gunnar’s mind off the pain in his groin. Jokester quickly places an arm between Gunnar’s legs and hoists him up, Scoop Slam style, before hooking Gunnar into the Tree Of Woe! Gunnar struggles, trying to free himself, but it is to no avail. Meanwhile, Jokester has removed one of his wrestling boots…

Daniel: What the hell is Jokester doing?

Max: I dunno… But dayum, that is one stinkin’ foot!

Jokester places his boot on the canvas and steps closer to Gunnar… A look of fear suddenly enters Gunnar’s eyes as he knows what is about to happen, and he closes his mouth… Jokester then punches Gunnar in the gut, winding him and forcing him to open his mouth to suck in as much air as he can… Jokester quickly grabs the top rope, and while Gunnar’s mouth is open… Jokester rams his bare foot into Gunnar’s mouth! Gunnar is gagging and retching on the foot as the referee dashes over to see what is going on.

Daniel and Max: URGH! OH MY GOD!

Max: That’s disgusting!

Daniel: I’ve heard of the mandible claw… But ew…

When the referee realises Jokester has Gunnar in a ‘submission’ hold, he has to utilise the 5 count, while threatening to disqualify Jokester.

1…

2… Jokester doesn’t appear to be relenting…

3…

4…

Just before the ref could say 5, Jokester removes his foot from Gunnar’s mouth. Gunnar gags and collapses from the tree of woe, landing face down, as Jokester smiles and drags him to the centre of the ring. Jokester rolls Gunnar onto his back and covers him, hooking the far leg. The referee drops down to make the count and JMC enters the ring at the same time…

1… JMC is charging towards the pinning predicament…

2… JMC gets closer…

3… NO! JMC flies in with a low dropkick right to the back of Jokester’s head! The pinning predicament is broken and the ref hastily returns to his feet. He quickly dashes over and admonishes JMC for being in the ring illegally as Jokester gets to his feet while holding the back of his head. He then looks over at JMC with h ate in his eyes as Gunnar gags on the taste that is still in his mouth… But that seems to incense him… Gunnar pushes himself to all fours and moves up to his knees while Jokester and JMC argue. Gunnar clasps his hands around his mouth and exhales deeply. He must be smelling Jokester’s foot as he recoils from the smell emanating from his mouth. At that point, something seemingly snaps inside and Gunnar pops up to his feet. He turns to face Jokester and waits for him to turn around. JMC then stops arguing with Jokester and at that point, Jokester turns to face Gunnar… Only for Gunnar to extend his arm and intertwine it with Jokesters, before taking Jokester down with a fast arm drag. Gunnar however, doesn’t release Jokester’s arm, opting instead to lock in an arm bar. However, Gunnar only keeps it cinched in for a few seconds before breaking the hold and, while keeping his grip on Jokester’s arm, forces Jokester up to a vertical base with him. Gunnar then whips Jokester towards the ropes, but instead of releasing Jokester, Gunnar keeps his grip and brings Jokester back towards him… Before quickly turning to the side and taking Jokester down with a big time side walk slam! Gunnar quickly pops up to his feet as Jokester is writhing in pain on the canvas. Gunnar, rage still in his eyes, reaches down and grabs a handful of Jokester’s hair. Gunnar wrenches Jokester up to his feet, with the referee admonishing him, and locks in a front waist lock. Gunnar then twists and drives Jokester down to the canvas with a big belly-to-belly Suplex! Gunnar quickly gets to his feet and drops an elbow across the chest of Jokester before again returning to a vertical base and backtracking away from Jokester slightly. As Jokester writhes on the canvas, the wind knocked out of him, Gunnar Brian measures Jokester. Jokester then rolls onto his gut and begins pushing himself up to all fours. Meanwhile, Gunnar leans against the ropes behind him as Jokester moves up to his knees… At that moment, Gunnar Brian charges towards Jokester and leaps towards him, bringing his knee up at the same time. Gunnar then connects with a Shining Wizard and Jokester slumps back down to the canvas. Gunnar then quickly covers Jokester, but neglects to hook the leg. The ref drops down to make the count…

1…

2… NO! Jokester gets a shoulder up!

Daniel: Woah, what offence there from Gunnar Brian!

Max: Well, when someone puts their foot down your throat, you get angry! Wouldn’t you?

Daniel: Well, me… Probably not. I have a thing for fe…

Max: DANIEL! No! Enough, please!

Daniel: You asked!

Max: Well… I wish I never did now!

Gunnar quickly gets to his feet and he looks irate. He reaches down and drags Jokester a little closer to the nearest corner before stepping over him and climbing to the top. Gunnar plays to the crowd briefly before glancing over his shoulder and backflipping from the top, looking to hit ‘Gunnar’s Best’… But Jokester has enough where-with-all to roll closer to the turnbuckle! Gunnar crashes down hard on the canvas! Gunnar then rolls around holding his midsection for a brief time before collapsing down to the canvas and not moving. The referee quickly checks both men and begins utilising a ten count.

1…

2…

3… No signs of movement from either man yet…

4…

5…

6…

7…

8… Both men then move onto their stomachs and pushed themselves up to all fours. This movement is enough for the referee to break the ten count, as both men then begin crawling towards their respective corners. The anticipation of the tag throughout the crowd is immense, and it is only getting bigger and bigger as both Jokester and Gunnar draw closer to their respective partners… Dream and JMC extend their arms… And Gunnar is the first to make the tag, slapping hands with JMC! Gunnar rolls out of the ring as JMC quickly enters the ring and dashes over to Jokester. JMC quickly reaches down and grabs Jokester’s ankle, forcing him up to one leg. Jokester hops there, literally inches away from Dream’s outstretched hand… Jokester is hopping on the spot, his back to JMC, then, between hops, Jokester turns to face JMC… And delivers a quick Enziguri to the back of JMC’s head! JMC is dazed from the sudden impact to the back of his head and releases his grip on Jokester! Jokester then literally lunges forward and slaps hands with Dream! The crowd erupt as Dream enters the ring and Jokester rolls onto the apron and, using the ropes, pulls himself up to a vertical base. Meanwhile, Gunnar Brian mimics Jokester on the opposite side of the ring.

Daniel: And there’s the tag! The Dream is in!

Max: Yay.

Daniel: don’t sound so happy, will ya Max!

Dream quickly throws a right hand at JMC’s face, but JMC gets his arm up and blocks it. JMC tosses Dream’s arm to the side… But Dream spins on the spot and lands a roundhouse right punch right on JMC’s jaw! JMC is staggered by the impact to the jaw, but not for long, as Dream lunges forwards and delivers a swift kick to JMC’s midsection, doubling him over. Dream quickly places JMC’s head between his legs and hoists him up and onto his shoulders, in position for a power bomb. However, JMC hits Dream with a right hand to the temple and leans backwards, looking to counter into a hurracanrana… But Dream has other things in mind as he is able to keep his balance. JMC then returns to his original position atop Dreams shoulders, looking to rain more right hands onto his head… But Dream quickly drops to a sitting position and drives JMC down with a ‘Nicaraguan’ Powerbomb! Dream quickly gets to his feet and dashes towards the ropes. He climbs through the ropes and onto the apron before leaping onto the top rope and springboarding off of it, crashing down across JMC’s head and neck with a springboard leg drop! Now, keeping his momentum going, Dream quickly returns to his feet and reaches down, grabbing JMC’s head and arms. Dream wrenches JMC up to a vertical base and, keeping a grip on JMC’s arm, Dream wrenches JMC towards him and nails a powerful short arm clothesline! Dream doesn’t release JMC’s arm… Dream, keeping his grip on JMC, forces the champion back up to a vertical base… And just like that, Dream drives JMC down to the canvas with a powerful spine buster! Dream then plays to the crowd briefly, and they are loving it.

Daniel: The Dream is on fire here!

Max: I can see that…

Daniel: So why aren’t you saying anything? Like saying how JMC is the champion and how he will inevitably bounce back?

Max: Cos you just said it for me!

Daniel: Hmph…

Dream then stands over JMC and reaches down, once again returning JMC to his feet. Dream then dips his head and pops JMC up onto his shoulders, into position for an F-U type of move. Dream then pops his shoulder upwards and spins JMC off before nailing him with the ‘Broken Dreams’(TKO). Dream rolls JMC onto his back and covers him, hooking the far leg. The referee drops down to make the count as Gunnar Brian enters the ring…

1…

2… JMC gets a shoulder up before Gunnar gets there!

Max: See Daniel, its just like you said! JMC is about to bounce back!

Daniel: But I didn’t say…

Dream quickly returns to his feet and looks down at JMC. JMC rolls onto his stomach and as he presses his hands down on the canvas, Dream stomps down on his outstretched fingers. JMC, who was pushing himself up to all fours, slumps back down to the canvas, holding his hand. The referee dashes over and admonishes Dream for the dirty move, but Dream seems unfazed. JMC has, meanwhile, rolled away from Dream and closer to the ropes. He reaches out and grabs the middle rope and uses them to pull himself up to a vertical base. Dream realises JMC is back on his feet and strides over towards JMC… Who quickly places his torso out of the ring between the middle and top ropes. The referee steps between JMC and Dream and forces the Dream to back away from JMC. Dream animatedly objects… And JMC quickly straightens up before, in one lightening fast motion, grabbing Dream’s arm as it shoots up in protest. Dream is quickly taken down with a fast arm drag! JMC quickly returns to his feet as Dream follows not too long after… Only to be returned to the canvas with a second armdrag!

Daniel: I hate to say this… But JMC has just upped the tempo of this match right there!

Max: I know! JMC is now dictating a much faster pace!

JMC is quick to return to his feet, and Dream takes a little longer to get to his feet this time… But JMC is ready, and as soon as Dream is up to a stable vertical base, JMC shows off his leaping ability by leaping up to Dream’s shoulders and taking him down with a hurracanrana! Again, JMC is quick to get back to his feet, but Dream persists in getting up again, only this time he seems equilibrium seems effected. Dream has his back to JMC and he turns on the spot… Only for JMC to take him down with a second hurracanrana! Once more, JMC is quick to return to a vertical base, and Dream… He gets to his knees and his arms extend in front of him, trying to keep his balance… He then steps up to his feet, his back to JMC… And JMC leaps into the air once more and takes Dream down with a reverse hurracanrana! JMC gets to his knees and plays to the crowd as he steps up to his feet, and when he returns to his feet, he plays to the crowd as Dream this time stays down a little longer.

Daniel: I have to admit, that was pretty impressive from JMC!

Max: What do you expect, he is the WPW Champion, for crying out loud!

Daniel: Here we go…

Max: What?!

Dream begins moving. He rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up to all fours before stepping up to his feet. Now, Dream has his back to JMC, and JMC bends his knees, just begging Dream to turn around… Dream then turns to face JMC who once more leaps into the air and delivers a picture perfect dropkick that sends the Dream back down to the canvas!

Daniel: It seems the Dream can varely defend himself against the fast paced onslaught from JMC!

Max: It’s a beautiful sight to behold, isn’t it? It’s like a violent ballet!

Daniel: Max, sometimes you disturb me!

Max: You mean, like you disturbed me with the opening commentary you spat out?

Daniel: What?

Max: Don’t even pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!

Daniel: Hmmm…

JMC kips up and waits for the Dream. Dream rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up to his knees before stepping up to his feet, his back to JMC. JMC takes a few steps back away from Dream as Dream turns to face JMC. JMC then raises his hand and performs the ‘Just Bring It’ taunt the Rock made famous! Dream looks angry and takes the bait, charging towards JMC… Who ducks the attempted clothesline by the Dream and counters with a quick neck breaker! JMC once more kips up as Dream’s hands shoot to his head and neck. JMC looks down at Dream and smiles wickedly. JMC steps towards The Dream and reaches down, grabbing a handful of hair and utilising it to force Dream up to his feet. JMC, keeping his grip on Dream’s hair, pulls him around the ring and close to the ropes. JMC positions Dream so that his back is against the ropes as the referee admonishes him for pulling the Dream’s hair.

Daniel: What the hell is JMC up to now?

Max: We’ll have to watch to find out!

Daniel: Imagine that…

JMC then drives a low kick to the quadriceps muscle in Dream’s right leg before doing the same to Dream’s left leg. With the Dream off balance, JMC jumps back slightly before nailing Dream with a vicious super kick, right on the tip of the chin! However, because of his position, with his back against the ropes, Dream doesn’t fall down to the canvas. Instead, his eyes glaze over and he leans against the ropes. JMC regains his balance and reaches forwards, grabbing Dream’s head and doubling him over before wrapping his arm around Dream’s head and neck… JMC then drops down to the canvas with a nasty DDT! JMC quickly returns to his feet and positions Dream so that he is at an angle to the closest corner… JMC then steps over Dream and takes a few steps forwards before jumping up to the top turnbuckle. He turns to face Dream, who is a fair distance away from JMC… JMC then leaps forwards and crashes down across Dream’s chest with a devastating Swanton Bomb! JMC gets to his knees and quickly covers the Dream, hooking the far leg. The referee drops down to make the count as Jokester enters the ring…

1… Jokester is getting closer to the pinning predicament…

2… Jokester leaps towards the pin…

3… NO!! Jokester crashes down JMC, breaking up the pin!

Daniel: And Jokester literally makes the save for his team right there!

Max: I know! Damn him! JMC shoulda won it there!

As soon as the pin is broken up, Gunnar Brian enters the ring and charges towards the Jokester as Jokester is getting to a vertical base. Gunnar collides with Jokester and the two men move towards the ropes before clattering through them to the outside, where they begin brawling. The referee is a little distracted by all the fighting on the outside as JMC gets to his feet. He looks down at Dream before reaching down and grabbing both his legs. JMC then steps through and locks Dream into the Cassius Sharpshooter! Dream is screaming in pain and Jokester realises this. He stops brawling with Gunnar Brian as JMC gets the referee’s attention. The ref dashes over to the Dream and drops down to the canvas, checking to see if Dream wants to give in or not. Jokester begins dashing towards the ring, with Gunnar in pursuit, and as Jokester slides into the ring, Gunnar grabs his legs and holds him in position. Half of Jokester’s body is in the ring and half is trapped outside the ring. Jokester can do nothing as JMC piles the pressure of the Sharpshooter on… And the Dream inevitably taps out! The referee gets up and calls for the bell.

DING!!

DING!!

DING!!

‘Apocalypse Please’ hits and JMC releases the hold and dashes out of the ring as Gunnar releases his grip on Jokester.

Mina: Here are your winners, by submission, the team of GUNNAR BRIAN and the WPW CHAMPION, JAMES MORIARTY CASSIUS!

Gunnar spins on his heels as JMC retrieves his belt from the announcer’s table. Gunnar then heads up the ramp as Jokester and the ref check on Dream. Jokester then looks out at JMC as he heads towards the ramp. Cassius stares back at Jokester before raising his belt into the air and backtracking up the ramp as Gunnar disappears behind the curtain.

Daniel: What a match! It all ended with a submission, but it could have been different if Jokester had got away from Gunnar Brian!

Max: You could say Gunnar Brian was the deciding factor in this match!

Daniel: You might be right Max. What do you think this loss will do for Jokester’s presidential campaign?

Max: Well, America doesn’t need a loser as a president now, does it!?

Daniel: Hmmm…

Max: You know I’m right!

Daniel: Maybe. Anyway folks, for Max Stockton…

Max: Wow, top billing! Thanks!

Daniel: Uh, sure. I’m Daniel Jackson, saying good night and tune in next week!

The shot zooms out to show JMC in the middle of the ramp holding the WPW Championship above his head as Jokester and the referee continue to check on the Dream before fading to black.


Segments: Prometheus & Scorch & legendaryken
GFX: Snowman
D&D Vs Dan & Ivan:HBK619
Judge vs. Dreamer:CTRanks
Triple Threat:Prometheus
2 Vs. Cameron:legendaryken
Dream Team vs JMC & Gunnar:Neo

[M Karver]

"Damn it feels good to be a gansta.."

Ok Im not going to lie. I read my match, I read the FL TITLE match.

HOLEEEEEEEE FUCK!

Well done Snowman!

On a personal note Im really happy to be out of that losing skid. Sorry Corral I still have love for you...but MY KNEE > YOUR BRAINZS!

[Snowman]

I just don't know how to comment on my match. I'm genuinly in shock.

But from what I've read so far (FST, 3way and all Jokester segments) this shows is an awesome read. The ending to the triple threat match was kind of predictable, but I was still surprised when Karver attacked Corral.

And I just have to say that I am loving every single word that Ken is putting out here. This Ster angle is genius.

I look forward to reading the Main Event :D

[DjM]

Daniel: And look at the arrogance of that young man there

Max: He’s confident, what’s wrong with that?

Daniel: There’s a difference between confident and cocky, and Dan Murph dances on that line


Everyone please excuse the language here...

But seriously HBK, did you even read my fucking rp's this week?

Oh a lighter note, congrats Marti!! Major upset there, you did some good shit this week, should be very proud of yourself.

[AFalseSinn]

I have to admit to being VERY much in shock myself.

[Gravity]

Skimmed it half, read the other half in full. Loved the triple threat and Florida State title match. Great stuff there. Main event looked good at a glance, will double back and check that as well.

Good show in all on my first glance.

[legendaryken]

Safe to come in here for a few mins? Good. Sorry, AFS - that tussle was as tight as the wife's thighs when she's not in the mood, but I had to give it to the Snowman - God knows when we'll get another chance to prise a title from your grasp. I hope the fact that it was one of my better writes made a difference. But, hey! Look at the company you're in this week - me, Dream, Mitt Romney and the Judge, losers all! That's some team.
btw - I only paid for one airing of Jokester's election vid. You're not getting a repeat fee.

[AFalseSinn]

No worries Ken, was quite a suprise and pretty much sucked, But I will use it and build sir. One thing I have always been good at.

Someone had to beat me anyways, and I happen to really enjoy Snowys work. Hopefully he can hang on to it longer then i did.

[Tank2K8]

Hot Damn. I thought no one would take 2 out! Congrats Snowy! Very nice show everyone. I love the graphic edits on the clothes btw. Once again nice job Snowman.

[Mike Corral]

Damn, I honestly thought I had the match won. Ah well, given my track record with Karver, I shouldn't be too suprised.

Congrats Karver, you (and Snowy) deserve it.