Graveyard Shift 96

Posted: October 1st, 2009 | Category: Televised Results | No Comments »

Graveyard Shift 96 – October 1st, 2009 – Cleveland, Ohio

Opening Commentary

[The shot opens up at ringside, where Jack Gene and Bill Hughes sit, dressed in their regular commenting attire, ready to call tonight's action.]

Jack Gene – And welcome everyone to Wrestling Midwest Graveyard Shift 96! And, Bill. You hate to start a show off with rumors, but man oh man, do we have something – hot off the presses. It was just reported on WrestlingMidwest.com moments ago.

Bill Hughes – Well, watch how you say it, Jack. We don’t know the facts yet. Nor, do we know if the rumors are true.

Jack Gene – Right, but… I mean whoa, Bill. As we see it, tonight, Sam Hershey’s last fight here in Wrestling Midwest. I mean, that’s big.

Bill Hughes – It is big, Jack. I mean, Hershey – all though he hasn’t really been the most successful guy in the ring, he’s respected around the business, and it’s sad to hear that any one wants to leave, especially when you’re used to seeing them week in and week out.

Jack Gene – Well, if the rumors are true, it is a sad day here in WMW. Let’s hope that it’s not. We’ve got some time before we’ll know for sure. In the meantime, let’s talk about the other happenings during tonight’s show. We’ve got MTL2 continuing as Jack Reynolds and Shank partner up for their last match in the MTL to try and knock Valora and Mr. Videogame off of the top of the mountain. It’s a big task, but Reynolds hot off his big win last week really could shine here tonight.

Bill Hughes – Doubt it. Valora is unstoppable.

Jack Gene – We’re also going to see Hecate, the reigning Heartlands Championship take on a new challenger, Audrie McLaughlin in a non-title match. This is Audrie’s first big test and it would do wonders to her career here in WMW if she can pick up a win.

Bill Hughes – Yeah, but when you’re going up against Hecate, you know that Druscilla and Amariie are somewhere close by.

Jack Gene – True. Well, as we talked about earlier, Sam Hershey takes on Mo’ Bad in what the rumors suggest will be his final match here in Wrestling Midwest. We’ve already sent Senior Interviewer John Squires to go get a word from him, and hopefully we’ll have that later on tonight. In the mean time, we are just moments away from tonight’s opening contest as Dess takes on Father Nathan.

The Face of WMW has Something To Say

[Just then, the lights dim and 'Whatever' by Our Lady Peace plays over the PA system.]

Jack Gene – What the heck…? I’ve never heard that song before.

Bill Hughes – A new superstar? Or maybe someone changed their entrance theme?

[Just then a burst of pyro goes off and Valora walks out, with a very bored and almost arrogant expression on her face. She stands at the entrance way and lifts up her Hardcore Title over her head as the crowd cheers.]

Jack Gene – Oh for the love of Pete! That woman changes her damn theme song every week it seems like!

Bill Hughes – Hey. When you’re as awesome, hot and sexy as Valora is, you get to do whatever you want. I think she should be able to change her theme song every day if she wants to.

[Valora walks down the ramp way slowly, confidently, the odd mixture of bored and confident expression never leaving her face as she chews on a piece of gum as she makes her way down to the ring and climbs into the ring, calling for a microphone.]

Jack Gene – Well Valora has joined us in the ring and has asked for a microphone. Don’t know why she’s out here… she’s not scheduled to appear until later on in the show in her MTL match.

Bill Hughes – She can do whatever she wants. Now shut your mouth and show the champ some respect.

[Valora paces around the ring for a few seconds before bringing the microphone to her mouth and smirking a bit before she starts speaking.]

Valora – So, by now I’m gonna assume that most, if not everyone here has seen Burn 2009. You either bought it on pay per view and watched it live. You illegally watched it live through numerous streaming sites or you bought the encore or you went on Bit torrent and illegally downloaded the show. Now, don’t think I’m condemning the illegal ways to watch stuff. It’s only illegal if you get caught. Point is, most of you by now have seen Burn 2009. And for those of you who did, you were very lucky and blessed, you’ll find out why in a moment, but first I need to address something..

[Valora pauses as the crowd cheers and looks at her Hardcore title.]

Valora – Now, when I first came into WMW in the fall of 2008, No one expected much of me. I was written off and everyone laughed at my claims. The promises I made to win every title this fed had, the promise that I was a future legend. But everything I’ve said I was gonna do, I have done. I said I would start off with the Hardcore title. On March 4th, 2009, I won that very title. I said I would be the most dominant Hardcore Champion the WMW has ever seen. I’ve done that. I ended Justin Evers’ career. I have twice left Adam Pyre broken, battered, and defeated in the middle of that ring. I have proven that no one in the WMW can compare to me in the realm of Hardcore. Burn 2009 cemented my legacy as a Hardcore Legend when i defeated Adam Pyre in the match he created. I said I was a future legend… well after Burn 2009, people are calling me a Hardcore Legend. EWTorch likes to call me WMW’s Queen of Extreme. I like to call myself the Face of the WMW. Cause let’s face it… I am the franchise player here on this team. I’m ranked number 3 in the world of EWTorch’s list of women wrestlers. To my knowledge, no man from WMW is on their lists. Ergo, I’m the highest ranked wrestler that WMW has, which means like it or not, this face here is the face that people outside of WMW associate with the WMW.

[Valora pauses again as the crowd cheers again.]

Jack Gene – Wow, fairly arrogant stance for Valora to be taking here…

Bill Hughes – Arrogant? She’s telling the truth Jack. She is the top wrestler in WMW according to EWTorch’s rankings.

Jack Gene – And that gives her to right to rub it in every one’s face?

Bill Hughes – In a word.. yes.

Valora – Anyways, This brings me to why you were lucky if you saw Burn 2009. Those of you who watched the pay per view, saw the very last defense of the WMW Hardcore Championship.

[Valora stops here, enjoying the shocked sounds coming from the crowd.]

Jack Gene – What?! Did I hear what I think I heard?!

[Bill starts to respond but Valora cuts him off, lifting her title to eye level with her as she looks at it.]

Valora – See, I’ve tested the WMW. I have beaten everyone in the Hardcore Division at least once. Sam Hershey? A [bleep]ing choke artist, who couldn’t beat me if his life depended on it. Midnight or Zana Knight? I buried her ass alive. She can’t beat me. Adam Pyre? 0-2 against me and he struggled to put Mo Bad away. No matter who you put in the ring with me in a Hardcore match… they just can’t keep up with me. So… as much as it hurts me to do so… and it does. I am announcing here and now that I am exercising the ‘No Competition’ clause and retiring the WMW Hardcore Championship. Since I was never defeated for the belt, the belt is mine to do with as I wish and if a legitimate contender shows up, I will bring the belt out of retirement and defend it against them. But for now, it is time for me to start delivering on other promises I made… and I’ve decided the next belt I’m going to win is….

[She pauses briefly.]

Valora – The Great Lakes Championship!!!

[The crowd goes wild cheering but some scattered boos at the ending of Hardcore matches.]

Jack Gene – Who does she think she is?!! She can’t retire the belt!

Bill Hughes – Umm yes she can, Jack. Unless Sault St. Marie comes out here and orders her to keep the division open…

[Just then, the STO theme hits and Sault St. Marie walks out, holding microphone and stands at the entrance way as he and Valora look at each other.]

Jack Gene – Usually, I’m not for Sault St. Marie, but thank God he’s coming out to lay down the law.

Sault St. Marie – First off, Valora… congratulations. You have certainly done a great job. You brought the Hardcore division back from the dead, and have really raised WMW’s visibility in the world of wrestling. You have set a record for longest reigning Hardcore Champion and you have also forced us to get better insurance to cover the damage you’ve done to yourself, your opponents, and various venues we take place in. Therefore, to reward your hard work and to reduce the money I have to pay for said insurance… I’ve decided to grant your demand. As of right now, the WMW Hardcore Championship is retired and the belt is yours to do with as you wish. I do have one request, however…

[The crowd roars into cheers at the news and settles down quickly to hear what's coming next.]

Jack Gene – What?! He’s letting her just quit defending her title?!

Bill Hughes – Ha! I told you Valora can do whatever she wants!

Valora – And what’s this request of yours Sault?

Sault St. Marie – I have another division in trouble. With Kronin, Jade, and AWS Man battling it out for the GLC division, I feel now is not the best time for you to enter the GLC Race. Soon, yes. but not now. I think an adjustment period of sorts would be best for you. Get used to wrestling in non-hardcore matches. Basically, I want you to enter the Ace Superior Championship division. I need you to bring another Division back from the dead.

[Valora paces back and forth considering this proposition before turning back to look at Sault St. Marie.]

Valora – And what’s in this for me?

Sault St. Marie – Well, besides needing the ASC at some point to achieve your goal of holding every title in WMW, this gives you a chance to settle some old scores. Druscilla, Ryven, and Father Nathan are all in the division. Ryven is one of only 3 people to beat you. I know you want a chance to even the score. Druscilla and you seem to have issues to settle… and as an added bonus, I’m prepared to make it worth your while monetarily and other ways. More exposure, more face time… I’m prepared to throw a lot more of WMWs resources behind you.

[Valora raises an eyebrow and then shrugs.]

Valora – Alright boss man. You got a deal. I’ll go add the ASC to my collection. You want me to bring another division back from the dead for you, I can do that.

[Sault St. Marie smiles and nods his head to Valora]

Sault St. Marie – Excellent. Thank you Valora. Good luck in your MTL match tonight.

[Sault leaves and Valora smirks, nodding her head as the crowd cheers.]

Jack Gene – Wow! Big news here tonight folks! Valora has retired the WMW Hardcore title, citing a severe lack of competition and Sault St. Marie has agreed and has moved Valora into the Ace Superior Championship division! I think Ryven is finding himself facing a new number one contender!

Bill Hughes – I think he does! And I hope to hell that Valora beats the [Beep] out of that snarky, smug, arrogant piece of crap, Ryven! Valora Salinas, next ASC Champion, you heard it here first, I’m calling it now.

[The scene fades to the backstage.]

The Final Interview?

[John Squires is in one of the hallways of the WMW arena.]

John Squires – John Squires here, awaiting Sam Hershey, for what could very well be, according to him, his last interview here in Wrestling Midwest. In fact, I think Sam is coming out right now.

[Sure enough Sam Hershey walks out of his locker room and smiles, not a very happy smile though, almost a smile as if he is seeing a friend for the last time.]

Sam Hershey – Hey John, let me guess, interview time.

John Squires – You guessed it Sam, rumors have been spreading that should you lose tonight you will be leaving Wrestling Midwest.

Sam Hershey – Yes, sadly the WMW is becoming like the city of Sodom, choking so much on the darkness and sin that has spread through it, I have done what I can and feel, that the year plus lack of belts and the long losing streaks are the Lord’s way of telling me it is time to move on.

John Squires – Oh, I see, and if that happens, where will you go?

Sam Hershey – Good question, got a few offers actually, just have to figure out where the Lord wants me to go.

John Squires – I see, well good luck out there tonight Sam.

Sam Hershey – Thanks John, may our paths cross again.

John Squires – I hope they do Sam

Sam Hershey – Right back at you

[Sam leaves at this point.]

John Squires – Back to you guys.

[The shot fades to the ring.]

Dess vs. Father Nathan

Written by: Umbrage

Jack Gene – Can you believe it? It could be Sam Hershey’s last night here in Wrestling Midwest. I’m in shock.

Bill Hughes – Well, it’s not like we have a shortage of holy men. The other one is coming out right about… …now.

[The lights in Arena dim and a Gregorian chant is heard echoing throughout the arena. The voice of Fr. Nathan is heard singing a brief line in Latin. The entrance music then starts as 'Hands on the Bible' by Local H plays over the speakers as Fr. Nathan walks out, his cross strapped to his back, dressed in the black robes of a catholic priest. He pauses a moment and looks around at the crowd, smiling as he nods his head to them and adjusts his dark colored shades, making his way down to the ring, slowly but steadily.]

Wayne Inkster – Coming to the ring now… Hailing from South Bend, Indiana… He is… Father Nathan!

[He unslings his cross, laying it to rest at ringside, unfolding a stand to allow the cross to stand. He then kneels down before the cross, making the sign of the cross, and recites the prayer of serenity before standing and climbing into the ring.]

[Nathan's music fades away and "Cocky" by Kid Rock echoes throughout the arena. Dess pops out of the curtain, his fist in the air, much to the crowd's approval.]

Wayne Inkster – His opponent, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 257 pounds and is a WMW Hall of Famer… He is…. DESS!

[Dess steps into the ring, then hits the ring posts, posing for the crowd, as the flashbulbs pop around the building. He steps down and the ref checks his gear.]

[Ding! Ding!]

Jack Gene - And here we go! Both men are circling, and they lock up. Bill, I have to think Dess is looking for a bit of redemption tonight. I mean, he lost at Graveyard Shift 95 against Jack Reynolds and Umbrage, so he’s GOT to be looking for some revenge in any way possible.

Bill Hughes – That he does, Jack, you idiot. Come on. Common sense. But he did just slap that headlock on Father Nathan.

[Nathan throws a few chops into Dess' ribs, then shoves him to the ropes. Father Nathan goes for the Big Boot, but Dess slides under and quickly to his feet.]

Jack Gene – Smart move by Dess, avoiding that boot, and Nathan turns right around into a short arm clothesline! Dess with a quick elbow drop and a pin attempt…

Bill Hughes - But only a one count. Dess is going to have to work much harder to get Father Nathan to submit. He’s a priest. He’s conditioned. You don’t know what goes on in those seminaries, Jack. It can be some odd endurance in there.

[Dess pulls Nathan to his feet, and begins hitting him with uppercut chops, pushing Nathan back into the corner. Dess applies a forearm to Nathan's face, and the ref counts.

Ref - One! Two! Three! Four! F--

Jack Gene - Dess wisely lets up before getting disqualified, and then goes in for a shoulder to the midsection, but DOH!

Bill Hughes - Father Nathan wisely moves, and Dess planted his shoulder right into the ring post. Man, I thought I heard the post ring.

[Dess reels back slowly, and Nathan connects with a side Russian leg sweep. Dess rolls over to his back, and Father Nathan rear-mounts him to try and lock in the Sinner's Redemption!

Jack Gene - The Sinner's Redemption! He's trying to lock it in!

Bill Hughes - I'm not sure he has a shot at it, Jack. It's early in this match. But it's smart. Dess took a number of good shots last week, and Nathan has some openings.

Jack Gene - He can't do it as Dess makes it to the ropes, and the ref backs Nathan off.

[Dess is on his knees, and Nathan charges, but as Nathan goes to boot him in the back of the head, Dess moves, causing Nathan to crotch himself on the middle rope. Dess runs to rebound off the same set of ropes and clotheslines Nathan to the mat.]

Bill Hughes – Dess with a hearty move there, and a pin…

[The ref counts...

1...

2...

nope.]

Jack Gene – Nathan kicks out with the grace of God, and Dess gives the ref an annoyed look.

Bill Hughes – Ooooh. Icy.

Jack Gene – What?

Bill Hughes – Watch the match, Jack.

[Dess lays in a few rights to Nathan's head, but Nathan counters with some rights of his own. They keep trading blows until Dess connects with a European uppercut, which spins Nathan around.

Bill Hughes - Dess applies an inverted headlock and hits an inverted DDT. Kinda neat how that works, eh?

Jack Gene - I can't stop shaking my head, Bill. You amaze me sometimes. But this time, Bill, Dess doesn't cover. He instead applies the camel clutch! Nathan is struggling!

[Nathan struggles to get free, and begins rocking side to side.]

Bill Hughes - I’m not sure what Father Nathan is doing, there Jack. It looks like he’s causing himself more damage.

Jack Gene - He may be, but it’s the only way to get free! Dess has him too far away from the ropes, and so this is the only way he could get free! and he does!

[Nathan's rocking nudges Dess to one side too far, and his balance is toppled. Nathan quickly rolls to the far side of the ring, and Dess, gets to his feet. Nathan gets to his feet as Dess approaches, and Dess grabs Nathan's head. Nathan counters by laying in a few jabs to the stomach, then shoves Dess away. Dess turns back to eat a face full of superkick.]

Jack Gene – Father Nathan with a huge superkick! Dess is reeling! Father Nathan sees Dess against the ropes, and he charges, but Dess with a spear!

Bill Hughes - That was huge! Both men are down, and the ref is counting!

Ref - 1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

Jack Gene - Both men are still struggling to get to their feet!

6…

7…

8…

Bill Hughes – Father Nathan is to his feet, and the ref stops his count. He’s holding his midsection, though, and who could blame him after such a big spear! But the fact remains that the spear was just as tough on Dess as it was on his Holy One, and Nathan didn’t eat a superkick moments earlier.

Jack Gene – This doesn’t look good for Dess, as Nathan applies a front face lock on him, and drops some chops to Dess’ back.

Bill Hughes – Nathan swings Dess around and spins, and sets up the Cross of Redemption!

[Father Nathan connects with his crucifix power bomb, and Dess hits the mat so hard, he flips to his stomach.]

Bill Hughes - Now that’s impact! But Nathan’s not done!

Jack Gene - He’s going for the Price of Sin!

[Nathan pulls Dess up and into a fireman's carry. He then pushes him up and forward, and as Dess comes down, his head connects with Father Nathan's knee.]

Jack Gene - Nathan with the pin…

Ref – 1…

2…

THREE!

Bill Hughes - Father Nathan has done it, and at the expense of a Hall of Famer! What an amazing finale! You see the raw power in that guy, Jack?

Jack Gene - Father Nathan is a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.

Wayne Inkster – The winner of this match by pin fall… Father Nathan!

[Father Nathan celebrates in the ring as the crowd cheers. The shot cuts.]

Mo’ Bad Arrives

[The camera opens with Stephen Squires laughing it up with a fellow staff member as Mo' Bad arrives at the arena with sports bag strapped over his shoulder and seemingly in an unpleasant mood. Mo' passes by Stephen who is still smiling from his conversation and Mo' immediately stops and looks at him.]

Mo’ Bad – Are you, are you laughing at me?

Stephen Squires – No, not at all Mo’, I was simply laughing at something the caterer said.

[Mo' then gets nose to nose with Stephen]

Mo’ Bad – Look me in my eyes and tell me you weren’t laughing at me!

Stephen Squires – [Nervously backing away] Umm, Mo’ I wasn’t laughing at you…

Mo’ Bad – So I’m just some big joke to everyone huh? Oh Mo’ you’re so funny, well let me tell you something, wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you!

[Stephen changes his smile to quickly as Mo' simply glares at him and then back at the caterer and then continues on to his locker room.]

Sam Hershey vs. Mo’ Bad

Written by: Garvin

[The shot opens up inside the ring where Sam Hershey already stands, waiting for Mo' Bad to come down to the ring.]

Wayne Inkster – The following contest is set for one fall and is under Hardcore rules. Standing in the ring, weighing in at 280lbs. From Lebanon, Pennsylvania… he is the Preacher of Pain! Sam! Hershey!

[The crowd boos.]

Wayne Inkster – And his opponent… from a Street called Bad Lands… weighing in at 235lbs, he is Mo’ Bad!

["Safe 2 Say" by Fat Joe blares up as the crowd immediately begins to boo. Mo' Bad, wearing his usual attire and wearing a doo rag makes his way down to the ring seemingly unphased by the fans booing and looking straight ahead into the ring.]

Jack Gene – Well, Sam stands in the ring, awaiting Mo’ Bad to make his way down. And, you’ve got to wonder what’s going on through his head. Quitting tonight if he loses?

Bill Hughes – I can’t say I’m not surprised. His career here has been pretty lackluster. He hasn’t won the big match and was basically kicked to the curb by his MTL2 partner, Hecate, last week after their dismal team performance. But, you look at Hershey, and you see the potential. The guy is a gifted athlete, but he hasn’t tamed it. He hasn’t been able to control what he does in the ring, and – yeah, I could see him feeling the way he does.

Jack Gene – Looking at this match, you think this will be his last here? Or do you think he’ll be able to take out Mo’ Bad?

[Mo' quickly gets to the ring and climbs up the steps, stops, looks back out at the crowd and then enters the ring and slowly walks over to a corner and perches down in a ready stance for the match.]

Bill Hughes – Who knows? We haven’t seen enough from Mo’ Bad to really make a prediction either way on him. Defeating Sam Hershey is no easy task. All though I think his future here is all, but over, I don’t see him losing here.

[Referee Stephen Tyler walks towards the center of the ring and brings both men in. Mo' Bad quickly takes a cheap shot at Hershey and pushes him to the ground. Tyler calls for the bell. (ring ring ring)]

Jack Gene – And Mo’ Bad starts it off with an eye poke, and just pushed Hershey down.

[Bad mounts Hershey and starts to lands lefts and rights, all though Hershey is able to block most. Bad stands back up as the crowd boos him. He looks around and smiles as Hershey crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Bad walks back over to him and pulls him up by the back of the head, but Hershey springs up, and slams a right hand into the side of Mo' Bad's head. He backs up and lands a stiff martial arts kick to his side before dropping him with a running clothesline. Bad slides out of the ring.]

Jack Gene – Ooh. Stiff kick by Hershey and, Mo’ Bad is holding his side there, could have broken a rib or something. Hershey now slides out to the outside and has Mo’ Bad back the back of the head and… no! Bad with a punch to the midsection.

[Mo' Bad follows up the punch with another, this one sending Hershey reeling back towards the ring apron. Bad pounces on him and slams his head against the apron. He pulls Hershey away from the ring and tries to Irish whip him, but Hershey reverses it and launches Mo' Bad into the ring steps.]

Bill Hughes – Right into the ring steps.

Jack Gene – Hershey charges with a kick… no! Mo’ Bad ducks out of the way just in time.

Bill Hughes – Yeah. Hershey just launched the sole of his boot right into those ring steps and…

Jack Gene – Forearm shot by Mo’ Bad!

Bill Hughes – Well, those steps are definitely dented from both shots. First the Irish whip, then the stomp.

[Mo' Bad jumps up to his feet as Hershey stumbles holding his midsection. He charges Hershey, as Hershey turns the corner towards the ring entrance. He grabs Hershey by the back of the head and goes for a bulldog, but Hershey catches him and throws him down to onto the ramp way.]

Jack Gene – And Mo’ Bad’s head just bounced off of the ramp.

Bill Hughes – Hershey’s reaching under the ring, Jack. He looks to be pulling out…

Jack Gene – Oh no…

Bill Hughes – Yes! Hershey with a table, and he just slid it into the ring.

[Hershey walks back over to Mo' Bad and pulls him up. He pushes him into the ring. Hershey follows him in and immediately begins to stomp the back of his head and back. Hershey pulls Mo' Bad up and pushes him into the corner. He begins to stomp into his chest and midsection, until Bad falls to a seated position in the corner.]

Jack Gene – Mo’ Bad is looking hurt, Bill. I don’t know if it’s the ribs, or when his head hit the ramp, but he looks out of it.

[Hershey turns his back on Mo' Bad and picks up the table. He sets it up in the center of the ring. He turns back to Bad and pulls him up in the corner. He slams a right hand into the side of his head, before trying to prop him up onto the top rope. He does and climbs up to the second rope.]

Jack Gene – Looks like Hershey is measuring up Mo’ Bad. Oh! But, Mo’ Bad with a thumb to the eye, and Hershey falls back down to the mat.

[He stumbles towards the table, trying to clear up his eye. He does and charges back at Mo' Bad, but Bad kicks him in the face, causing Hershey to once again stumble backwards. Bad stands up on the second turnbuckle. He turns around.]

Jack Gene – What’s Mo’ Bad looking for… no, it can’t be…

[Just then, he springs up to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a moonsault, but Hershey moves out of the way. Mo' Bad lands on his feet.

Jack Gene - He missed it!

Bill Hughes - Yeah, but he landed on his feet.

Jack Gene - Hershey trying for the Clothesline from Heaven... NO! Mo' Bad ducks it! Super Kick! Mo' Bad with a super kick! And Hershey falls back onto the table.

[Mo' Bad looks up at the ropes, then back at Hershey. He quickly charges the ropes, jumps onto the second rope, and flips off with an Asia Moonsault onto Hershey through the table.]

Jack Gene – My god! My god! Mo’ Bad with a moonsault through the table!

Bill Hughes – He’s got the pin!

Jack Gene – 1… 2… 3! It’s all over! Mo’ Bad defeats Sam Hershey!

Bill Hughes – Woo! Take a look at this guy! Nice win by the rookie!

["Safe 2 Say" by Fat Joe blares up as Mo' Bad stands up to celebrate his win.]

Wayne Inkster – The winner of this match by pin fall… Mo’ Bad!

[The crowd boos as he walks around the ring, with a smile on his face. He looks directly into the camera and smirks, before leaving the ring and walking up the ramp.]

Jack Gene – Oh no, Bill. You know what that means… Sam Hershey… Hershey is gone from Wrestling Midwest.

After Match Happenings

[The shot remains focused on Sam Hershey who is now standing in the center of the ring. He looks around reluctantly as fans begin to stand up and give him a round of applause.]

Jack Gene – Well, it’s really difficult to understand what’s got to be going through Hershey’s mind right now. He vowed to quit if he lost this match, and… Mo’ Bad picked up the win. The fans are giving him a standing ovation. All though they’ve been against him for the last 6 months, if not more, they respect him and are thanking him for the work he has done, both in and out of the Wrestling Midwest squared circle.

[Hershey nods and points up to the sky. He then walks over to the edge of the ring, pulls himself out and walks up the ramp.]

Jack Gene – Good bye, Sam Hershey.

[Hershey walks up the ramp, and then through the back curtain. After a few seconds, there is nothing but silence. Just then, out of no where a camera shot shows Damian Knight and Zana Knight walk through the audience with male and female corporate looking suits on. Damian leads, as Zana follows with a suitcase in her hand, as they begin to make their way down to ringside. Damian makes his way over the guardrail first, and Zana follows. Damian helps Zana over the guardrail along with the suitcase. Damian and Zana make their way into the ring and ask for a mic from Wayne Inkster. Wayne Inkster hands Damian the mic, and he immediately begins to speak.]

Damian Knight – If I can be serious for a minute.

[The fans boo Damian Knight and Zana Knight.]

Damian Knight – Thank You! I would like to inform you all that I had a scheduled match against Father Nathan last week at Graveyard Shift [95]. But, as you all know that match did not take place. As you all know a card is always subject to change. There was an issue with pay for this match. I am a business man, and I am worth a lot of money. I don’t perform for free or for low amounts of money. Neither does Zana, and there will be a lot of subjects to change to cards around here if the money is not right. So, I suggest that next time WMW Management get my money right. Father Nathan you should be lucky you didn’t have to face me last week. Well, I would like to have a match next week, so I challenge anyone to a fight, and I challenge WMW to get my money right. Hopefully, next week I can make my official return to the ring.

[Damian then hands Zana the mic as the fans begin to boo even louder.]

Zana Knight – News flash; The grand opening of our entertainment club in Cleveland, Ohio called the Midnight Hour Entertainment Club opens up next week. Which will future the best entertainment in the state of Ohio. Like we mentioned at Burn; we will be looking to expand this entertainment club in many cities across the United States. By the end of the year we are guaranteed to be in Forbes magazine. This will be a great level of success to reach, and it shall be reached. So, you all are invited to come on out to the grand opening of our club. Your invited not cause we like you. Your invited cause it will put more money in our pockets.

[Zana Knight gives off an evil laughter as she hands the mic back to Damian Knight. Damian gives off a chuckle into the mic before he begins to speak.]

Damian Knight – Let’s just say business is picking up in WMW…We are the Power Couple of WMW!!!!

[Damian Knight drops the mic, and begins to fix his tie as he exits the ring to the apron. Damian holds the ropes down for Zana. Zana exits the ring with briefcase in hand, and then Damian proceeds to follow up the ramp as the fans attempt to boo Damian and Zana out of the arena.]

A Slight Change to the Schedule

[As the shot fades in, Jack Reynolds is standing in the center of the ring with a mic in his hand. The crowd is cheering him. He looks around bashfully and then towards the camera, lifting up the mic to his mouth.]

Jack Reynolds – Well, thank you for the warm response. I wish I was here for more cheer-able news. However, unfortunately, I come with…

[He pauses for a second, trying to find the right words.]

Jack Reynolds – I come with some bad news. As most of you are aware, Shank was injured at the hands of Adam Allocco. The same…

[The crowd boos. Jack nods in agreement.]

Jack Reynolds – The same Adam Allocco that tried to take me out since. And, well – right now, Shank and I were scheduled to compete here in our final MTL2 match against Mr. Videogame and Valora. Unfortunately, though, that’s not going to happen.

[The crowd boos again. Jack nods in agreement to that sentiment as well.]

Jack Reynolds – I wish that I was here to pump you guys up and tell you that Shank and I were going to win our match tonight and win MTL2. But, it’s not going to happen. Shank is home, hurt, and unable to compete. He wasn’t cleared by doctors, and… really, we’re forfeiting the match. Valora and Mr. Videogame will earn a win, and continue their dominance in MTL2, and… you can thank Adam Allocco for that.

[The crowd begins to chant, "Adam sucks!" Reynolds shakes his head with a smirk.]

Jack Reynolds – But, the bad news doesn’t stop there. No… as some of you may or may not know, I’ve been heavily involved in the Mafia 2 game on WrestlingMidwest.com. Or… at least I was. Until the devious, despicable AWS Man took my life and left me to lie in a pool of my own blood.

[The crowd boos. Reynolds begins to feed off of their emotion.]

Jack Reynolds – Yes! Boo! Boo Mr. AWS Man (also known as Bill) took the life of an innocent town member. He decided that Mafia 2 was better off without me. Well… but, he got his. Yes! The great AWS Man (also known as Bill), after he decided to remove me from the game, the game removed him! Wacked by the Mafia! Something I was not a part of, may I remind you.

[A "AWS is GAY" chant starts, which Jack Reynolds quickly stops.]

Jack Reynolds – Whoa, listen guys, I don’t know what you guys are trying to imply here… but, let’s move on. The heart of the issue here is that AWS Man (also known as Bill) wronged me. He took what was very important to me, and he ripped it away from me. And… that just can’t fly. But, what makes this situation different? I mean… what could little ol’ Jack Reynolds do to possibly stop the Hall of Fame, Great Lakes Champion? What could I possibly take from him that would be of any value?

[He pauses and thinks, dramatically bringing his hand to his chin with his right hand, tapping his lips with his index finger. His eyes begin to glow as he raises his hand with his finger proudly in the air.]

Jack Reynolds – Well, there is one thing. For you see… Jack Reynolds defeated Dess and Umbrage to become the #1 Contender of any title he chooses. Well… AWS Man (also known as Bill). I too was a Great Lakes Champion and I know just how important that title means, not only to this business, but to the person holding it. And at El Dia de los Muertos… “The Day of the Dead”… the Dead will walk again…

[He starts to pace around the ring, as the crowd gets on their feet cheering "Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!" He points to the back stage with a smile. His voice growing strong and strong.]

Jack Reynolds – The heart beat of Jack Reynolds will resonate through the floor boards, the fear rising and rising into your body and your mind. Do you feel it yet, Bill? You should. Because I will come back from the dead, back from the shadows that I have sat in since losing the GLC, and I will take what is most prized from you.

[He smiles mischievously, before taking a few steps back from the ropes.]

Jack Reynolds – Then again, I could use that shot against anyone. Hrm… what makes the most sense for Jack Reynolds? I don’t know, what do the fans think?

[He reaches towards the outside of the ring with the mic, allowing the fans to vote their opinions. Many different things are heard from just about every direction. GLC, ASC, Heartlands. He nods in agreement with just about every idea. But, before he can make his final decree, he is interrupted. Because, just then, 'Whatever' by Our Lady Peace hits and Valora walks out, holding a mic and looking very pissed off.]

Valora – Wait, wait, wait. Lemme get this straight. I was booked for a match, I’ve worked out all week injured for a match, because I take pride in being the best, I work hard and wanna give these fans what they paid to see and because your little buddy Bert, I mean Shank has a little knee problem, you two are backing out of our fight?

Jack Reynolds – Valora, please. I didn’t come down here to pick a fight, nor give anyone else the opportunity to. Its a fact that Shank is not medically cleared to fight. We can’t change that. He and I would have loved to meet our obligations in the MTL2 and face you here tonight, but the schedule just didn’t work in our favor. So, if you would, please – allow us to back out respectfully.

[Valora paces around the entryway looking more and more pissed off.]

Valora – Bull[bleep]! The fans don’t wanna see Videogame and I waved on through because half your team doesn’t have the [bleep]n’ heart to fight while being a bit banged up. That’s the problem with this whole [bleep]ing tournament so far. Too many trash teams entered that couldn’t hack it. For Christ’s sake, how bout some damn entry standards next time?!

[Valora shakes her head as the crowd cheers also upset at forgetting the match, then Valora pauses almost as if the light bulb in her head is going on and she turns to Jack.]

Valora – Hey… I got an idea for you, Jacky boy. Matter of fact, I’m gonna do you a favor. You’re getting ready to cash in that shot you won, You need some tune up matches, matches against championship level talent… I’m a professional fighter. I get paid to fight… we have time slated for a tag team match and oh, look at this… we have you, me, a ring, two announcers and a referee… Why don’t I come down there and we see if you’re ready to run with the big dogs? Whatcha say to that, esse?

[The crowd pops big time as Valora looks around grinning and then holds up a finger.]

Valora – One caveat though, a little give and take, if you will. You can’t beat me in hardcore and that won’t prepare you for your title shot, so I’ll drop that aspect but in return… if you win, you vow not to go for the Ace Superior Championship. That’s gonna be my next title, and I’d really hate to have to beat you senseless on my way to getting it.

Jack Reynolds – You want a match? Is that what this was all about? Stealing the spotlight from me? Finally, I have an opportunity to have the media and the fans of the world look at Jack Reynolds, and you want to take that away from me? Shows that no matter how much success some people achieve here in this business, they just can’t be satisfied. They have to make themselves miserable, as well as the people around them. It really is a shame, Valora, that you had to stoop down to this level.

Valora – You’re starting to piss me off, Gringo… and that will only get you in a bed next Bert, aka Shank, all FUBAR like. See, I’m not out here stealing your spotlight. I’m actually doing you a favor. I’m giving you a chance to be a man. Unless you’re going to just let what I said about you in the promo go without comment. See, I got a work ethic. I like to work, to earn my pay. I’m a professional fighter, hence I came here to fight. Now you’re either gonna man up and fight me, or you’re gonna go whine and cry like a little bitch and I’ll go find someone else to fight. So, the question you need to ask yourself is… are you in or are you out? Don’t waste my time thinkin’ too long, Gringo. I’m a busy woman.

[Jack clenches his fist and scrunches up his face in anger. He looks around to the crowd as they cheer him on. He walks back to the center of the ring and looks Valora right in the eyes.]

Jack Reynolds – I accept!

[The crowd pops.]

Jack Gene – Whoa!

[Just then, referee Stephen Tyler runs down the ramp way from backstage and meets up with Wayne Inkster whispering something in his ear. Reynolds and Valora go to opposite corners, as Jack takes off his "Anti-Jerks" t-shirt and throws it into the crowd. Tyler slides into the ring and begins to pat Reynolds down.]

Jack Gene – And this match is going to happen. Sault St. Marie has officially signed this match to tonight’s card, and we’re going to see it right now. Jack Reynolds vs. Valora.

Bill Hughes – Well we already know, Jack, that she will go down as the greatest Hardcore Champion in Wrestling Midwest history. But tonight, she starts her next step at Wrestling Midwest greatness…

Jack Gene – Well, she’s got to get past Jack Reynolds. Say what you want about him, he beat both Dess and Umbrage last week, and that’s something that no one has been able to accomplish except for that man.

Bill Hughes – She’s going to kill him. End of story. Tonight will be the last match that Jack Reynolds competes in. And, then she’ll go on to El Dia and do the same thing to Ryven.

Jack Gene – Only time will tell, Bill. Here’s Wayne Inkster.

Valora vs. Reynolds

Written by: Jade

[The shot switches to Wayne Inkster standing in the center of the ring. Valora is to his left. Jack Reynolds is to his right.]

Wayne Inkster – Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is a special substitution match and it is set for one fall! In the Right Corner, standing 5 feet, 9 inches tall and weighing in at 175lbs. Hailing from Parma, Ohio… he is JACK REYNOLDS!!!!

[The crowd cheers loudly for Jack as he holds up his hand and points at Valora.]

Wayne Inkster – And his opponent, hailing from Los Angeles, California, she stands 5 feet, 8 inches tall and weighs in at 150lbs. She is VALORA!!!!

[Valora narrows her eyes and focuses in on Jack Reynolds as she gets a mixed reaction, Jack obviously the favorite with the fans. Inkster slides out of the ring and Tyler calls for the bell and the match begins...]

Jack Gene – And we’re about to get underway here, the fans are obviously more on Jack’s side then Valora’s. Probably because, no matter what she says, she was stealing Jack’s spotlight.

Bill Hughes – Hey! She makes a great point! She’s a professional fighter, WMW pays her to fight, not to sit on her ass and collect a paycheck. Are you really offended that she wants to work for her money?

Jack Gene – She’s injured, she could easily afford to take one week off. This is ego. She’s hit the mainstream and is looking to stay there….

[Valora and Jack walk to the middle of the ring, Jack looks around and then shakes his head but holds his hand out to Valora. Valora raises an eyebrow and hesitates but then takes his hand and shakes it as the two back up a bit.]

Jack Gene – Wow… a display of sportsmanship there. Maybe Valora meant what she said…

Bill Hughes – I’m surprised she didn’t kick him in the groin.

Jack Gene – me too.

[In the ring, the two lock up in a collar and elbow lock up and begin jockeying for position. After a few seconds, Jack starts to get an advantage and Valora responds by burying her knee into his gut and taking him down with an arm drag. Jack Reynolds jumps up and charges at Valora, who takes him down with another arm drag. Jack Reynolds jumps up and charges in again, hesitating at the last second and hitting Valora with a hesitation dropkick that takes Valora to the mat.]

Jack Gene – Well, Valora had some momentum going, but nice move by Jack to slow Valora down a bit.

Bill Hughes – She’s still gonna kill him.

[Valora gets to her feet nodding to herself that on that move, she got beat and then settles back into a fighting stance. Jack Reynolds comes in and the two trade right hands for a few moments before Jack Reynolds whips her into the ropes. Valora comes off the ropes and Jack catches her, going for a spine buster, but Valora counters, taking him down with a tornado DDT before jumping to her feet hopping up and down in place waving her hand as she fires herself up. She then bends over Reynolds' prone body and calls out 'You can't beat me!' before running to the ropes, bouncing off of them and walking Reynolds, pausing as she makes the motion of brushing her shoulder off and drops her fist right onto Jack Reynolds' face.]

Jack Gene – Well, Reynolds was only partially successful, Valora is on a roll now and she’s going to be damn hard to stop now that she’s getting untracked.

Bill Hughes – I told you she was going to kill him. That 5 knuckle shuffle really had to hurt.

[Valora runs to the corner and crouches down and as Jack gets to his feet, she charges, going for a clothesline, Jack ducks, Valora turns around and Jack Reynolds catches her with a Jaxx punch.]

Jack Gene – Jaxx Punch! Jack Reynolds might have just knocked Valora out there!

Bill Hughes – What?! No!!!

[Jack's eyes go wide as he realizes he's three seconds away from beating Valora and covers her. Tyler counts 1.....2.... Valora kicks out just before the three count. Druscilla runs out from the back and slides into the ring as Reynolds, gets to his feet in disbelief that Valora kicked out of the Jaxx punch. His back turned, he doesn't see Druscilla as she pulls Valora to her feet, whipping her hard into the ropes and as Valora comes off the ropes, Druscilla catches her with a Black Hole Slam. Tyler sees this and calls for the bell. Jack Reynolds, runs over to Druscilla, lecturing her for getting involved and Druscilla responds by turning to Jack Reynolds and leveling him with a big, powerful left handed punch that sends Jack to the mat hard. Valora gets to her feet and spins Druscilla around, hitting Druscilla with the Trouble in Paradise Kick, but Druscilla ducks this time and as Valora lands, Druscilla scoops her up and takes her to the mat hard with her version of the F-5]

Jack Gene – Dark Sacrifice! Damn her! Druscilla coming in and breaking up what was a great match so far between Valora and Jack Reynolds. Both of whom are lying at Druscilla’s feet at the moment…. She used her Power of the Punch to level Jack and then took Valora down… she hit Valora first, after the ref, so let’s see how Referee Stephen Tyler is going to rule this.

Bill Hughes – Well, it won’t be a victory for Jack Reynolds, that’s for sure…

[Stephen Tyler talks to Wayne Inkster who nods and takes the Microphone.]

Wayne Inkster – Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has ended in a Disqualification. You’re winner, by result of Disqualification, is Valora!!!

Jack Gene – How the hell do you get that result?

Bill Hughes – Druscilla came into the ring and hit Valora first, which means the match is thrown out and Valora wins since, whether he wanted it or not, Druscilla interfered in the match on his behalf, attacking his opponent. A duh.

After Match Happenings

[As the crowd boos loudly, Druscilla takes a Microphone and walks over to the prone body of Valora, stepping on Valora's injured, wrapped left hand and smiling as Valora screams in pain.]

Druscilla – You, stupid, insolent, rabid little… peasant! You just… don’t get it, do you? You don’t. You think you can just decide to walk into my division and have your way? Have everything cow tow to you, so that the poor, pathetic little bitch can have her fairy tale ending? Can play out her rags to riches story? You… You should go back to your whorehouse… where you and the rest of your people belong. In the whore houses, in the cheap bars and dives, out on the streets begging for loose change… You wanted a fight… you got one… I came down to tell you myself… next week… it’s you, and it’s me. I will beat you like the cheap little whore you are and then… then I will make you my bitch! Send you back to that godforsaken, pathetic spit of land you call a country.

[Druscilla then turns to Jack Reynolds, who is starting to come to.]

Druscilla – As for you. Stay out of my bloody way next time, and perhaps you won’t get hurt. You had better start showing the proper respect to your betters. You… beating AWS Man… don’t make me laugh. Stick to your Heartlands championship… you don’t measure up with Hecate, but at least she won’t embarrass you.

[Druscilla looks back down at Valora and smirks as she slaps Valora in the face a few times, increasing the weight on her foot that has Valora's hand under it.]

Druscilla – That’s a good bitch. Keep making the pretty sounds I wanna hear. Remember this and remember it well, you little trollop. England prevails. Always. You aren’t even in my league. And I’ll bloody well prove it.

[Druscilla finally takes her foot off Valora's hand and spikes the mic on Valora's chest as she leaves. She gets to the entryway when Valora rolls over, gritting her teeth in pain and grabs the mic.]

Valora – Wait! You better drink all the [bleep]ing blood you can find cause next week… next week… I’m gonna [bleep]ing kill you!

[The shot fades to a commercial.]

Stephen Squires Talks with Ryven

[The camera fades back from commercial to show Bill and Jack sitting at the announcer's desk.]

Jack Gene – Welcome back to yet another amazing Graveyard Shift here on Sports Time Ohio. Right now we have a treat for you fans, Stephen Squires is sitting down backstage with the current Ace Superior Champion, Ryven. His division is seeing a few -

Bill Hughes – I have no idea why…

Jack Gene – Why what?

Bill Hughes – I’ve made my feelings known in the past. There’s no reason to get into them.

Jack Gene – O….okay. The Ace Superior Division is seeing some new growth, and Stephen’s sitting down now with the man holding the gold.

Bill Hughes – It’s just he’s such an arrogant piece of sh-

[The shot opens up backstage to show Stephen Squires sitting down in a chair facing the camera, Ryven in a chair opposite.]

Stephen Squires – Thanks guys, quite a night tonight. The Hardcore Division is dissolved, it looks like the ASC race is going to heat up, and just before we cut to commercial Druscilla and Valora all but put a death sentence on the other. As the current champion in that division, I think we’d all like to hear your thoughts on the matter. Especially with the former unbeatable Hardcore Champion Valora entering your division.

Ryven – She’s not unbeatable.

Stephen Squires – No, I’m sorry, she’s never lost her title -

Ryven – She may be the Queen of Hardcore, but contrary to Pyre’s and Hershey’s efforts, I proved she was not unbeatable.

Stephen Squires – Oh that’s right -

Ryven – Correct, I beat the Heartlands champion the week before, and the Ace Superior the week after. As for her joining the division, I have no problems with that. I welcome it. Although I can’t help but wonder if our match was for the title, would she still be considered the Queen of Hardcore if she held no gold…

[Ryven pauses as he turns toward the camera.]

Ryven – See, Valora, I still carry the scar you left me. Do you still carry the one I left you?

Stephen Squires – That would prove to be a great match. If given the opportunity, would you face her again?

Ryven – Absolutely. She would naturally need to earn the title first. One does not just walk into a new division and defeat the reigning champion. Well, no one else. Although it would be interesting if she did to me what I did to her.

Stephen Squires – Now, Jack Reynolds can go after any title he wishes, your thoughts on him challenging you for the Ace Superior?

Ryven – He won’t. He’s too wrapped up in the fight between his own sense of justice and that of the world’s. I’m completely off his radar at this point. If he’s going after anyone, it will be the current GLC. Or he’ll bide his time until someone else who’s wronged him in the past gains a shot at glory, and he’ll try to take it away. It may be the ASC in the future, but it won’t be while I hold it.

Stephen Squires – I see. There are rumors online that your silence after winning the title means you’re injured. Care to comment?

Ryven – Sure; I’m not injured. The ASC division was pretty barren after my win. There were only a handful of other people in it, and they’re off doing other things. I simply haven’t had anyone to face. Things were pretty stressed leading up to that match, I’ve been enjoying the time off.

Stephen Squires – Yeah, I heard you’re opening a gym?

Ryven – [chuckles] No, not exactly. I’m teaching a Krav Maga self-defense class down at the local YMCA on the west side. It’s something anyone and everyone should learn, and they’re more than welcome to sign up.

Stephen Squires – Okay, back to WMW; any comments about the match earlier? Druscilla taking out both Jack Reynolds and Valora?

Ryven – [sighs softly] Only the comment about Druscilla calling it her division. She’s….decompressing violently, it seems. It’s not her division any longer. And if this is her desperate grasp to try and wrestle control of something she had such a vested interest in… [He absently reaches down and touches the Ace Superior Title] Well, I can speak from experience that it’s only going to end poorly for her.

Stephen Squires – Pretty strong words. There are also rumblings in the rumor mill about a possible tag team in your future?

Ryven – Right, yes, I read those too. I don’t know; on the one hand it would be a new experience, but on the other – that division is so rife with political infighting, I feel dirty just looking at it. Hitching my future in a division to someone else…they’d have to be a really strong partner. But even then I’d have reservations.

Stephen Squires – Even if it was Jade or Kronin?

Ryven – [Pauses] Jade….Jade would be a special case. As for Kronin, there would have to be a strong motivator. He’s talented, but he doesn’t exactly compliment what I can do.

Stephen Squires – Okay, now, this last one is just for me. “We are Legion”? Seriously?

Ryven – [Laughs] Yeah. That…

Stephen Squires – Marketing went nuts! Between that and “You want a War?”, they’re looking to you as the next cash cow. The fans are just eating this stuff up. Did you see how many of those shirts are in the crowd? You don’t even have a match tonight!

Ryven – I used to dismiss them, but there’s a real solidarity there. It’s a long walk down that ramp to the ring, and if you know you’re not only facing me, but an army of thousands… it’s just another way to get in someone’s head.

Stephen Squires – And with that, we’ll conclude here tonight. I’d like to thank the new Ace Superior Champion, Ryven, for sitting down here with us tonight, and I’ll toss it back to you guys ringside.

Hecate (c) vs. Audrie McLaughlin

Written by: Ryven

Bill Hughes – Blah, blah, blah. What a nuisance.

Jack Gene – You know Bill, I’m starting to think that the more a crowd cheers for someone, the less you like them.

Bill Hughes – You are way off-base there.

Jack Gene – Oh…I don’t know about that….

Wayne Inkster – The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match. Introducing first from San Francisco, California, she stands in at five feet, ten inches, and weighs one hundred and seventy pounds…she’s known as The Butcher, she is Audrie McLaughlin!!!!!

[The lights go out as “When The Storm Comes,” by Blood For Blood hits and a single spot light shines down on the entrance ramp. Coming through the curtain, taped fists clenched, is Audrie McLaughlin. The black hood from her jacket keeps her face hidden as she makes her way down to the ring, shouldering past any fans reaching out to her. She moves up the steps and wipes her feet before entering the ring. She stands in the center of the ring and throws back her hood, making a cut throat motion as she does before pointing at her opponent.]

Bill Hughes – Oh yeah, now it’s time for some girl-on-girl action!

Jack Gene – Of the PG variety, you mean. And Audrie had made it no secret she’s gunning for Hecate’s gold tonight! A win tonight and she all but cements the contendership for the Heartlands Title!

Bill Hughes – And she’s totally like a Burning Angel or a Suicide Girl – I mean, I don’t normally go for that kind of thing, but man, she’s just -

Jack Gene – Wife, kids, soccer practice, PTA, let’s see….mowing the lawn, well, you get the idea.

Bill Hughes – You are such a jerk sometimes.

Jack Gene – Sometimes your buzz needs to be killed.

Wayne Inkster – And her opponent, from Delphi, Greece, she stands five feet, ten inches, and weighs in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds, she is a member of the Daughters of Darkness and is your current Heartlands Champion, known also as The Dark Priestess, she is Hecate!!!!!

[The arena suddenly goes black as the opening cords to Flyleaf's "All around me" start to play through the arena as a single spot light shines down on a figure at the top of the entry ramp completely concealed by a full black cloak. The figure remains still for several moments as the song plays through the arena until it reaches the first chorus section then the figure explodes into motion, tossing the cloak off and lifting one hand to the sky and looking up, revealing a differently garbed Hecate than has been seen before. Lifting her scepter above her head as she bows her head, letting the song move through her, Hecate is dressed in black long legged trunks with the image of a falcon outlined in silver on one hip with the word Cyrce below it and on her other leg is a silver outlined image of an owl with the word Hecate below the image. She sports a matching black halter style crop top with silver etching and another image of a silver outlined falcon over her heart. Instead of her normal runes on her face, she is sporting a silver and black image of a bird with one half being an owl and the other half a falcon.]

Bill Hughes – Oh yes. Man, if only this could be a bra and panties match!

Jack Gene – Seriously? What kind of lame, second-rate, lackluster, ratings-humping organization would do something like that?

Bill Hughes – I know, right! I mean, they’d have to be run by a real egotistical moron who thinks he could do something ridiculous like reinvent a national sport! How lame would that be?

[Ding, ding]

Jack Gene – Hecate and Audrie seem quite content to measure each other at this point. Neither is really making much of a move.

Bill Hughes – Seriously, Audrie needs to get butcherin’, in a very…butchery way….

Jack Gene – Do you have any idea what a butcher does?

Bill Hughes – They beat meat.

Jack Gene – Walked into that one.

[Audrie lunges forward and wraps up Hecate in a clinch hold, with Hecate fighting back for control. Audrie tries to muscle and lunge Hecate against the ropes, but Hecate rotates and pins Audrie into the corner. Hecate follows up with a few quick knee and fist strikes to Audrie's midsection before Audrie catches an arm and gains control with a wrist lock. She pushes Hecate forward, out from the corner and into the center of the ring, where she falls, throwing Hecate over her and onto the mat. Audrie tries to capitalize with arm hold as she rotates down to gain control of Hecate's legs, but Hecate kicks them out and uses the momentum to throw Audrie off-balance. Audrie staggers backwards, dropping a hand to hold her up, and Hecate breaks out of the arm hold and rolls away, narrowly dodging a low kick from Audrie.]

Jack Gene – Interesting match so far!

Bill Hughes – Hardly. They’re both fully clothed.

Jack Gene – Their styles are so similar! Lately it seems that Wrestling Midwest’s roster has swelled with a whole boat-load of talent with Mixed Martial Arts backgrounds, and I have to say, the variety sure is refreshing!

Bill Hughes – Until everyone is trained in MMA, then it’ll get insanely boring. I got it! There’s this bar I go to on Thursday nights, they have these women who wrestle in pudding, jello, a whole bunch of stuff! I’ll get them to sign up, and that’ll get some of these women to have to do that to! Oh man, it’d be awesome!

Jack Gene – Dess versus Shank in a tapioca match. Still think it’s a great idea?

Bill Hughes – Man, you just want to kill dream after dream for me, don’t you….

[Hecate bounds to her feet and dives onto Audrie, pinning her to the mat with the crowd roaring. Audrie locks Hecate's left arm and hammers her with fist after fist as Hecate tries to block and free her trapped limb. The referee moves in to warn Audrie of the count, but Audrie ignores him, slamming fist after fist into Hecate's face. Audrie reaches back for a hay maker, and Hecate pounces with a swift knee to Audrie's back. Audrie gets to her feet, clutching her lower back where Hecate nailed her. Hecate leaps to her feet and hits Audrie quickly with a DDT.]

Bill Hughes – Boom, baby! Monster DDT from the champ!

Jack Gene – Hecate said she wasn’t going to play nice!

[Hecate rolls Audrie onto her back and applies a crippler crossface. The ref slides in, Audrie's hands immediately reach out for the ropes that are just out of her reach. The crowd grows louder as Hecate digs in, fighting the onward crawl of Audrie as she gets closer and closer to the ropes. The ref is there, looking at Audrie for any sign she'll tap out. The arena is raucous as Audrie is now mere inches from the ropes, and with a great lunge that almost defies expectations, she manages to get a firm grip on the bottom rope. Hecate growls in frustration as the referee breaks the hold.]

Jack Gene – Oh man! Hecate almost put it away just then!

Bill Hughes – Oh that move did a number on Audrie, you can be guaranteed of that!

[Hecate pulls Audrie up by her hair. Audrie gets her feet underneath her and throws a left, then a right, into Hecate's midsection. Hecate winces in pain, but tries to get control of her. She manages to get Audrie into a headlock, and braces herself, but Audrie counters with a northern lights suplex and slams Hecate into the mat. Audrie bridges for the pin, the ref moving in quickly for the count. 1...2...but Hecate kicks out.]

Jack Gene – Monster move from Audrie there! Counters Hecate with a northern lights suplex, and nearly steals the match out from underneath the champion!

Bill Hughes – Fat chance! Hecate’s far too experienced to fall for that! But she is absolutely crazy, so who knows!

Jack Gene – How is she crazy?

Bill Hughes – She’s a woman, they’re all crazy. We’re lucky they bleed some of it out every month, or we would all be dead.

Jack Gene – You…I mean….that’s….you’re an idiot.

[The fans go wild as Audrie kicks Hecate a few times before lifting her up and holding her steady. Hecate tries to get a few strikes in, but Audrie blocks and nails her with a back drop suplex. Hecate rolls away, holding the back of her neck in pain, and Audrie quickly moves in for the pin. She goes to wrap up Hecate, but Hecate curls her legs up and rolls Audrie over. The referee nearly gets hit by Audrie's legs as she's flopped onto her back, with Hecate coming up with Audrie in an arm bar submission. She tries to lock the wrist in, but Audrie manages to free her arm and escape to her feet. Hecate bounces up and stares down Audrie, the crowd cheering madly.]

Jack Gene – This is getting nuts! Neither of these ladies is dominating the other!

Bill Hughes – I know, and I came up with a safe word for them and everything.

[Hecate catches Audrie off-guard and throws her into the ropes. Audrie comes back, and Hecate tries for a mammoth clothesline, which Audrie ducks. Hecate stumbles slightly, and Audrie catches her by the hair. Hecate leans back, clutching her scalp in pain as Audrie looks out to the crowd and drags her thumb across her neck.]

Jack Gene – Oh this is it! It’s the Sweet Dreams! Audrie’s about to hit Hecate with her specialist submission!

Bill Hughes – And they’re in the middle of the ring, there’s no way Hecate will survive that!

Jack Gene – Audrie ties up Hecate into the hold – and yes! She’s got Hecate locked in! Could Hecate tap? Could she….

Bill Hughes – She’s tapping! That’s the match! Audrie wins!

Jack Gene – Wow! What a career this fine young lady has ahead of her! She just made the Heartlands Champion tap out!

[Ding, ding]

Wayne Inkster – Your winner, Audrie McLaughlin!!!!!

[Audrie celebrates in the ring as the shot fades.]

Jack Reynolds Makes His Decision

[The shot opens up backstage and Sault St. Marie is sitting at his desk doing paperwork with a monitor playing the end of Hecate vs. Audrie. Just then, Jack Reynolds walks into the room. He walks up to SSM's desk and puts his hands on it firmly.]

Sault St. Marie – Jack Reynolds. How are you doing?

Jack Reynolds – Look, Mr. St. Marie. I’ve…

Sault St. Marie – You’ve come at a bit of a bad time, see – I’m working on a few…

Jack Reynolds – Well, it’s just that…

Sault St. Marie – Jack, seriously. I know, you’re upset. Your match against Valora got interrupted. We can try again next week or something. Bring it to me after the show. Like I said, I’m busy.

[Sault turns his attention back to his paperwork, as Jack begins to steam in frustration.]

Sault St. Marie – We’ll talk later, Jack. Go rest.

[Just then, Jack slams his fist into the table.]

Jack Reynolds – No, Sault.

[Sault puts down his pen, and looks up at Jack.]

Jack Reynolds – No. It’s time you listen to me. It’s time everyone listens to me. I didn’t come here to be patronized by you, or anyone else here in Wrestling Midwest. You guys can talk bad about me, or make fun of me because of the way I act or because of who I am. And that’s all fine, but to ignore me and put me to the side is a mistake.

Sault St. Marie – Okay, well… what do you have to say?

[Jack smiles cautiously.]

Jack Reynolds – You’ve got two problems, Mr. St. Marie. First, you’ve eliminated a division. Probably the most highlighted division in Wrestling Midwest right now. All the media has talked about is Valora this and Valora that for months. All though it’s possible that you can transfer that buzz somewhere else, its also possible that you’ve shot next year’s budget in the foot.

[Sault bites his tongue and holds in his annoyance.]

Jack Reynolds – Plus, with MTL2 ending in the next few weeks, after El Dia, you’re asking a lot from basically 3 people. Because of what you did earlier tonight, you’ve got a lot of angry fighters not real sure where they stand. And… it also puts me in a situation, because – that’s one less title I can compete for come El Dia ‘09.

[Sault sits up and puts his elbows on the desk.]

Jack Reynolds – I can solve your problems, Mr. St. Marie. And, all I’m asking from you is to listen to what I’ve got to say.

Sault St. Marie – All right. Well, what do you propose we do?

[Jack sits down in front of Sault and smiles. The scene fades to a commercial.]

Kronin Stakes His Claim

[The scene opens up backstage with Jane Coughlin standing next to Kronin.]

Jane Coughlin – I’m backstage with Kronin and Kronin, I wanted to get your thoughts on a few things. First of all, Jade has not been seen or heard from after your match and rumor has it she’s injured. Your thoughts?

Kronin – Obviously, to injure her wasn’t my intention. I like Jade. I respect her, but she picked the wrong fight, the wrong way at the wrong time. We know every time we step out there that injury can happen. It wasn’t intentional, and I hope Jade can make a comeback soon but… in the meantime…

[Kronin turns to face the camera.]

Kronin – Looks to me like there’s a solid number one contender. That’s right AWS Man. I hope you were watching last week because when I get in the ring with you… any injuries I cause will be intentional!

Jane Coughlin – Well… what about some of the other big events here tonight?

Kronin – I don’t give a damn about the other events tonight. Valora wants to go for the ASC. Good luck to her. I’m focused totally, 100% on kicki-oof!

[Kronin is cut off as AWS Man (also known as Bill) runs into the shot from behind and hits Kronin over the head with a chair. He pulls Kronin up to his feet and the two begin trading right hands. Despite the chairshot, Kronin starts to get the upper hand, until Adam Pyre runs in and begins hammering at Kronin's back. After a few moments of doubleteaming him, AWS Man (also known as Bill) kicks Kronin in the groin and whips him off camera, but Umbrage comes into the shot and catches Kronin, putting him to the concrete hard with a Riot Act. All three men then begin stomping on Kronin as the fans fill the arena with boos. The Insane One leans down and pulls Kronin's face up from the floor.]

AWS Man (also known as Bill) - You really think I would give you another freakin’ shot at my belt? How many hippie acid mushrooms have you done? You’re nothing, Kronus. And you’ll never freakin’ hold the GLC.

[Suddenly Scott Vyper and Ryven run into the shot, Vyper pulling AWS Man off and throwing him face first into the concrete wall as Ryven and Umbrage begin trading right hands, before Ryven goes low, kicking Umbrage in the gut and then looking to Vyper. Pyre charges Vyper, but Vyper and Ryven whip Pyre and Umbrage towards each other, forcing the two men to collide. Ryven helps Kronin to his feet and the three members of the PoP back away out of the shot as the camera shows Jane pressed against the wall, trying to stay out of the way of the melee. The members of That Damn Awesome! quickly get back to their feet, but the Insane One stops his cohorts from pursuing them.]

AWS Man (also known as Bill) - We did what we freakin’ came for. Pyre, take care of Rattylsnake in the ring.

[Pyre nods while grinning sickly, as we fades to the ring.]

Scott Vyper vs. Adam Pyre

Written by: AWS Man

Jack Gene – I just can’t believe the cowardice of AWS Man (also known as Bill). He goes on and on about what a great champion he is and how long he’ll hold that belt this time, but is obviously scared to death of having to defend it against Kronin.

Bill Hughes – Scared? You actually think the Insane One is scared of Kronin? Why would he be scared of a man who’s never been able to beat him, and has always been proven to be second best?

Jack Gene – That’s a bunch of … well, just malarkey. Kronin had AWS Man in serious trouble during their last singles match, and if our so-called champion hadn’t gotten himself disqualified, he may well have lost the title to Kronin that night instead of Jade.

Bill Hughes – Woulda, shoulda, coulda. As I recall, AWS Man had already hit Kronin with his finisher that night and, even though he kicked out because his body spasmed or something, he was pretty much done. I don’t blame AWS Man for not wanting to waste any more time on someone who he already so generously gave a title opportunity, only to get stabbed in the back for his kindness.

Jack Gene – You know that’s completely off base from what happened, but it’s not worth arguing about it with you. Our main event is about to get started, as Adam Pyre, one of AWS Man’s accomplices in the attack we just saw backstage, is set to face Scott Vyper, a man Pyre put out of action for several long months.

[Wayne Inkster is in the ring with a microphone.]

Wayne Inkster – The following contest is set for one fall, and is our main event for the evening!

[The crowd pops.]

Wayne Inkster – Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois … he stands at 6’4” and weighs 248 pounds … he is the Wrestling Messiah, SCOOOTT VYYYYPERRR!

["Machine Gun Messiah" by Sybreed blasts from the PA as Scott Vyper walks down to the ring. To Vyper’s apparent surprise, the crowd gives him a mostly positive reaction. He steps through the ropes and turns back to face the ramp, awaiting Pyre with a stoic look on his face.]

Jack Gene – This is only Scott’s second match back since returning to WMW at Burn, in a losing effort in that six-man tag match. He doesn’t quite seem to know how to react to the fans giving him more cheers than boos, but the Pinnacle of Power, which he started, have become quite the fan favorites since he’s been gone, under the guidance of his girlfriend Jade.

Bill Hughes – Blah blah blah, that’s just a long-winded way of saying he sold out.

Jack Gene – How… In what way?

Bill Hughes – I dunno. But if the fans like him now, he must be doing something wrong. He needs to get Jade in check, for one thing. Bit[BLEEP] is running wild.

Jack Gene – Quoting The 40-Year-Old Virgin doesn’t make you cool, Bill.

Bill Hughes – Shows what you know.

Wayne Inkster – And his opponent, from Long Beach, California … standing 5’8” and weighing 185 pounds … he is the King of Freaks, ADAM PYYYYRRRRE!

["Freak" by Silverchair blasts from the PA as Adam Pyre makes his way down to the ring. He walks slowly, deliberately, not paying attention to the fans’ boos or even Vyper in the ring. His smile never fades as he climbs up onto the apron, then slides like a snake through the ropes.]

Jack Gene – Adam Pyre strikes me as a completely conscienceless individual. As we saw minutes ago, he’ll follow whatever orders AWS Man gives him, regardless of whether or not he actually has a problem with whoever they’re attacking. And while I’m sure that for the past several months Scott Vyper has thought of little else than getting his revenge on Adam Pyre, Pyre admitted that he’d practically forgotten about Vyper. Nearly ending the man’s Hall of Fame career didn’t phase him in the least.

Bill Hughes – Hey, let’s try to keep a little journalistic integrity here, okay, Jack? You act as if Pyre personally maimed Vyper. What was going on was between Adam, Jade, and AWS Man, and if Scott had stayed out of it nothing would have ever happened to him.

Jack Gene – Of course it concerned him, he was dating Jade. And if he’d stayed out of it, she would be dead right now. Something else that Pyre doesn’t care about at all.

Bill Hughes – Hey, women. Can’t live with them, can’t try to murder them in an elaborate gas chambery contraption without their boyfriends running in, hurting themselves, and blaming you for it. Am I right?

Jack Gene – Well … technically. But put your hand down, I’m not going to high five you.

[Referee John Law finishes his check of both men and signals for the bell to ring. Vyper steps to the middle of the ring and motions Pyre towards him, as Pyre remains leaning in the corner. He finally pushes himself out and walks up to Vyper, still grinning. Pyre begins to say something, but Vyper suddenly floors him with a right hand. Pyre rolls back up to his feet, massaging his jaw but still grinning from behind his hand. He gets put back down to the mat by a lunging forearm from Vyper, followed up by a flurry of stomps.]

Jack Gene – And Vyper is all over Pyre from practically the opening bell! Which is no surprise, really. In fact, with all the bad blood between the two I’m not sure how long we can go without a disqualification.

Bill Hughes – But the bad blood is all on Vyper’s side. He’s the one still being a baby about something that happened in the past. Pyre already told him, it was just business. Not to mention, it wasn’t any of Vyper’s business to begin with.

Jack Gene – I think it became Vyper’s business right about when his face was torn to shreds by the glass from that chamber he saved Jade from. And then the whole being sidelined for four months thing.

[Vyper runs off the ropes as Pyre stands and sends him right back down with a flying elbow lariat. He moves over to Pyre’s legs and lifts them, then tries to step through them for the Vyperlock, but Pyre wriggles his way over to the ropes and Vyper backs off.]

Jack Gene – A little surprising that Vyper was just going for his signature submission hold so soon, but he must want to finish Pyre off before he can make a comeback.

Bill Hughes – Smart thinking, but not really practical. Absorbing punishment is Adam’s primary area of expertise.

Jack Gene – Still, Adam needs to get something going here pretty soon.

[Vyper whips Pyre into the turnbuckle, then follows it up with an elbow smash into a bulldog. The fans pop as Vyper stands up and raises his arms, almost as if he were intending to taunt them but then realized that they were on his side. Smirking, he turns to meet Pyre as he stands back up, and goes to take Pyre back down to the mat with a judo flip. But Pyre flips through with the move to land on his feet, then hops and smacks Vyper in the face with the Six Minute Miracle (skipping hook kick).]

Bill Hughes – Boom! And just like that, Pyre is in this thing! In fact, he might even have it won!

Jack Gene – That was completely out of nowhere, but it just goes to show that you can never count any of the competitors in WMW out. Especially not one as deranged and unpredictable as Adam Pyre.

[Pyre quickly drops down for the cover on Vyper. 1 … 2 … Vyper kicks out.]

Jack Gene – But don’t count Scott Vyper out just yet either. He is a former Great Lakes champion, and a Hall of Famer.

Bill Hughes – You don’t have to tell me how good Vyper is, douche nugget. I was singing his praises for months when all you’d do is whine about how he was the worst man to ever live. Kinda like you do now with AWS Man.

[Pyre turns to the crowd and yells out, “B! AND! E!” which garners him a round of boos. He runs off the ropes and tries for a running big boot as Vyper struggles to his feet, but Vyper ducks. Pyre bounces off the other side, and runs into a spine buster on the rebound, but Pyre counters with a midair DDT.]

Bill Hughes – Great counter by Pyre! Way to represent TDA.

Jack Gene – I think Pyre already represented his stablemates quite enough tonight when he helped them jump Kronin-

Bill Hughes – Alright, we get it, geez! When are you going to get over that and let it go?

Jack Gene – It just literally happened right before this match, Bill.

Bill Hughes – So we have to hear about it all match? This is why we get bad reviews, because you talk too much.

Jack Gene – They were referring to you and your nonstop horrible jokes.

Bill Hughes – Nonsense. I’m more lovable than a basket of kittens being carried by a puppy who keeps falling asleep.

[Scott groggily gets up to his feet, only to be met by Pyre’s Gore-like spear, appropriately named…]

Bill Hughes – BOOOOOOOOOM!!!! Man, that’s a fun move to call.

Jack Gene – I’m sure it is, when you’re the one yelling it and not the one getting his ear drums blasted out.

[Pyre crawls on top for another cover. 1 … 2 … 3- Vyper gets the shoulder up with little time to spare.]

Bill Hughes – Getting closer. Looks like Vyper’s thirst for vengeance isn’t going to be satisfied tonight. I think he’s gone soft.

Jack Gene – Really? Let’s see how he reacts if you say that to his face.

Bill Hughes – Hey, I only meant soft compared to how ruthless he used to be. I don’t have a death wish.

[Once again mocking the fans with his excrement-eating grin, Pyre slowly gets up to his knees, but doesn’t stand up. He clutches Vyper around the throat with his right hand, then draws his other arm back as far as he can. He tries to hit Vyper with a throat strike, but Vyper knocks Pyre’s restraining hand away and shifts out of the way of the blow. He pushes Pyre off and scrambles up to his feet, then kicks Pyre and takes him down with a double arm DDT.]

Jack Gene – Could we be seeing Scott Vyper start a comeback here?

Bill Hughes – “Start” being the operative word there, Jack. He still seems to have some ring rust on him, and he’s never been as resilient as Adam, who I’m pretty sure is made out of rubber.

Jack Gene – Be that as it may, Vyper outweighs Pyre by over 60 pounds and is over half a foot taller, so his size could definitely play a part in turning things around here.

[Both Vyper and Pyre stand about the same time, but Vyper is faster, pulling Pyre into a snap suplex. Pyre quickly bounces back up from that, although holding his back. Vyper shrugs and boots him in the gut to fold him up, then splatters Pyre onto the mat with a power bomb.]

Bill Hughes – Funny how you start talking about how much bigger Vyper is, and boom, suddenly he starts doing power moves. Are you two in cahoots?

Jack Gene – Cahoots? Really? Nobody uses that word in seriousness. Are you trying to sound foolish?

Bill Hughes – When you’re as talented as me, you don’t have to try… Wait, that didn’t come out right.

[Vyper nods confidently and pulls Pyre to his feet. He hoists the TDA member onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, getting a big pop from the crowd, but Pyre reaches down and rakes his eyes.]

Jack Gene – Ooh, Vyper looked to be going for his famous Vyper Driver there, but Pyre thinks fast and escapes with an eye rake, which I don’t believe John Law was in position to see.

Bill Hughes – And Pyre capitalizes with a roll-up!

[Pyre schoolboys Vyper, with Law quick to make the count. 1 … 2 … 3-]

Jack Gene – No, Vyper escapes again! Pyre defeated Mo Bad in similar fashion last week, but the former GLC was just a bit faster on the kick out.

Bill Hughes – Yeah, Vyper’s pretty great. But Pyre needs to prove that TDA is better than PoP, now and forever!

Jack Gene – You know the outcome of this match won’t prove that either way, right?

Bill Hughes – I know every time you talk, it sounds like a gay version of the teacher from Charlie Brown.

[Both men are back up to their feet, and this time Pyre lifts Vyper onto his shoulders, attempting the Go Insane. But he can’t support Vyper’s weight for very long, and the larger wrestler slips off and spins Pyre around. He boots him, double under hooks the arms, and drives Pyre into the mat with a double under hook power bomb.]

Jack Gene – Blue Ray DVD from Vyper!

Bill Hughes – But that was a power bomb, not a DVD.

Jack Gene – Yeah, I know, I don’t really … get the move name either. But it was pretty effective, and Vyper makes his first cover of the match.

[1 … 2 … Pyre kicks out. Vyper slaps the mat in momentary frustration, then stands and lifts Pyre up with him. But the former Hardcore champion swiftly grabs Vyper’s arm and pulls him into an arm capture cutter.]

Bill Hughes – F-Bomb by Pyre! Every time Vyper thinks he’s got the upper hand, Pyre fires right back. And now he’s headed to the corner, which can only mean he’s got unpleasant things in mind for Vyper.

Jack Gene – Does Pyre ever have pleasant things in mind?

Bill Hughes – Well … I guess not, although I have no idea what’s usually running through his head about Valora.

[Pyre climbs up the turnbuckle facing out towards the audience. Without looking backwards, he flies off with the Killing Curse (corkscrew moonsault leg drop), without the usual chair assist. But Vyper rolls out of the way, and as Pyre crashes and burns on the mat, Vyper lunges over to the same turnbuckle and quickly climbs it, then flies backwards onto Pyre with a moonsault.]

Jack Gene – My God! A rare high-flying move from the usually very grounded technician, Scott Vyper!

Bill Hughes – Oh! He’s too much bigger than Pyre to be doing moves like that! He could have broken a rib, or caused internal bleeding!

Jack Gene – Very possible, Bill. But anything Vyper does to Pyre in this match won’t be nearly equal payback to how badly Vyper was hurt while saving Jade. He could cripple Pyre’s ego, though. Here’s John Law with the cover!

[1 … 2 … 3- Much to the fans’ disapproval, Pyre gets his shoulder up in the nick of time. Vyper breaths heavily and backs up, waiting on Pyre to stand again. As Pyre groggily staggers up, Vyper raises his arm and gestures to the fans that he’s putting the match away, garnering him another pop. He bends down and scoops Pyre up onto his shoulders once more into a fireman’s carry. Pyre immediately comes to life and begins squirming and bucking. In his attempts to escape, one of his legs lashes out and catches John Law in the side of the head, knocking the senior referee down. But Pyre’s efforts aren’t quite enough, and Vyper executes the Vyper Driver.]

Jack Gene – Uh oh! Vyper connects with his finishing maneuver, but Pyre just took out the ref, possibly intentionally!

Bill Hughes – Oh, that was obviously an accident, Jack. Adam couldn’t even see Law down by his legs. What was he doing standing there, anyway? Picking his nose and thinking about dinosaurs? This is a wrestling match, he’s supposed to be paying attention!

Jack Gene – Vyper’s crawled on top of Pyre for the cover, but there’s no one to make the count! He should have this won!

Bill Hughes – It’s partly Vyper’s fault, too. A pro like him should’ve known where the idiot ref was standing to avoid something like this. I’m telling you, he still has ring rust.

[Vyper finally looks up and sees that Law is apparently unconscious. Shouting out in frustration, he crawls over to the ref and at first attempts to revive him, but then has a better idea. Rolling out of the ring, Vyper grabs a chair and slides back in, as the fans come alive.]

Bill Hughes – Uh oh, I don’t like where this is going.

Jack Gene – I don’t like it either, in principle … but you can’t really expect a man like Scott Vyper to not attempt to get full retribution for the time he spent on the shelf thanks to Pyre.

Bill Hughes – So you’re condoning this?! I thought Vyper was supposed to be trying to become a better man, for Jade.

Jack Gene – But Jade’s not here…

[Vyper stalks over Pyre with the chair, wearing a smile almost equally sadistic to Pyre’s trademark grin. Not seeing Vyper yet, Adam uses the ropes to drag himself up as the fans egg him on, wanting to see him get obliterated.]

Bill Hughes – I’ve got to try to stop this. (Standing up and shouting) Scott! Put it in the happy box!

[Pyre turns around and sees Vyper waiting with the chair. His eyes go wide momentarily, before a look of acceptance, or something like it, settles over his face, and he slightly shrugs. A moment later, he gets blasted full in the face by Vyper’s chairshot, with nothing to cushion the blow.]

Jack Gene – OH MY GOD! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a chairshot that hard!

Bill Hughes – (Sigh) Remind me never to [BLEEP] with Scott Vyper. Or his woman.

Jack Gene – Really? Because you’re afraid you’ll forget?

[Vyper opens up the now thoroughly dented chair and places it on the mat, then lifts up Adam Pyre, who has blood gushing from his nose. Just for good measure, Vyper picks Pyre up on his shoulders for a third time and delivers another Vyper Driver, this one onto the open chair.]

Jack Gene – Oh, good Lord! I think Vyper has proven his point and done enough damage here. Even as much of a sick freak as Pyre is, I’m not sure if he deserves this.

Bill Hughes – That’s what I was telling you before!

[A laughtrack plays from somewhere.]

Bill Hughes – Huh… That was weird.

[Vyper almost seems to be considering continuing the attack, but seeing Law stirring, Vyper kicks the remains of the chair out of the ring and rolls Pyre over for the cover. Vyper impatiently yells at Law to make the count as the groggy ref crawls over. 1 …… 2 …….. 3! “Machine Gun Messiah” plays as Vyper stands up triumphantly.]

Jack Gene – Mercifully, it’s over. Vyper certainly got his vengeance tonight, but at what cost to Adam Pyre? Considering he also went through possibly the most brutal WMW Hardcore title match ever just a couple weeks ago, I don’t know how any human body can take what Adam Pyre continually puts himself through.

Bill Hughes – Me neither, Jack. But I guess that’s what makes him Adam Pyre. I think that’s all the time we have tonight, so see you guys next week. Peace out!

Jack Gene – (Muttering) I don’t know how you think you’re cool…

[The scene fades.]

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