Post by MikeJ on Oct 24, 2011 11:45:49 GMT -8
MCW Warzone
10-19-2011
Live in Chicago, Ill
United Center
[Show opens up as normal to the fans going crazy ready for some awesome action as we head into Halloween one of our favorite times of year here in MCW as Horror PPV is set to take our heads off in a few weeks. The fans are decked out in the special holiday orange and black MCW fed shirts, some wearing Payton and some wearing Vlad and others. We see a few painted clown joker faces representing Xstatic and his wierd crew of fans. A young college girl wearing a shirt she is damn near ready to come out of has a sign that reads, "Logan Hunter=I'd do him." Enough of these silly fans lets head to action as MCW is ready to get going. The sounds of Pantera-Walk show Mike Johnson walking to the building from his car alone this week as Tina is taking a week off after her run in with Diamond and Fallen last week.]
{Before we start this show right we head to the back area. Deas is getting ready for his matchup with Logan Hunter. He feels good about how things are going. He has a new confidence in his mind as he paces to Johnson's office and not even knocking enters. Mike is sitting at his desk with his suit coat off and cigar in his hand. The entry makes him jump as he reaches for the barbed wire shovel at his reach. Deas stops him as Mike stands his ground across the room. "Easy boss its just a personal visit! Look I know we haven't had the best of situations lately but I want my shot at the TV Title and Said at PPV!" Johnson smiles at the request and sits down on the edge of the desk unphased at the hulking pale dude, "You stop tanning lately? No mind, look that title is up for anyone to go for and I will admit you have dropped a shade in the rankings, but I need Saids dance card filled for PPV so I tell you what. Without the camera's lets discuss this calmly ok." Deas agrees and sits down on the couch as Johnson sits on his desk and walks to the door and shuts it.}
(Ring area for Dark and Clea. Seperate backstage area Clea is on her own prepping and getting ready for this contest. A split screens shows a calm Dark hanging out with the Fallen minus Diamond who has been suspended from the fed waiting to head to the ring.)
{Ring area for matchup}
The arena goes dark, and blue, white, and purple spotlights start swirling around as sirens start blaring. "S&M" by Rhianna begins playing and the spotlights come together on the center stage in blue and purple, to show Darknyss's silhouette standing there with her arms upraised on a screen. Purple and white pyrotechnics go off and the screen disintegrates onto the stage and she's revealed, posing with her hands on her hips. At her feet kneels a half naked man with a collar on his neck attached to a leash she's holding. She takes a few steps and stops, her lips curling into a snarl and she throws her hands into the air just as purple and blue rockets go off on the corners of the stage. The normal lights come up, and Darknyss poses for a moment looking around with a confident smirk, then walks down the ramp to the ring, the man on his hands and knees crawling along beside her. She climbs the steps, dragging the man along with her and climbs into the ring, then up the turnbuckles and stands there, smirking to the crowd, then jumps down and goes from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, posing as the man follows her. She ties his chain to one of the ringposts and sends him outside to kneel beside the announcers table, then turns, waiting for the match to begin.
The crowd’s disapproval grows louder as "Pain" by Three Days Grace erupts. The stage is dark with red lighting aimed on the entrance. As the vocal hits the curtains fly open, an energetic Clea bursts out looking extremely proud of herself. The boo’s grow as she confidently runs down the ramp. She looks through the ropes at the squared circle before her. biting her bottom lip, pulling herself up onto her knees and onto the ring apron before crawling into the ring over the bottom rope. The music fades and the lights return, she slowly rises to her feet.
Darknyss -vs- Clea in a weapons cage matchup. Weapons are hung on the side of the cage to use. No DQ rules, pinfall or submission only wins this match.
-Winner: Darknyss eyed the cage with a bit of intrepidtion as it loomed with chairs piled on the small walking ring floor between the cage and the ring. We see a variety of clubbing weapons like a police baton and ball bat stuck in the side of the cage. A couple ladders protrude from under the ring and various chains and barbed wire hang on the cage. The bell sounds and before Dark can even react Clea is all over her with an amazing Clothesline that sends Dark to the floor. Her head bounces once on the floor and she rolls hitting the cage siding that actually cushions her head from doing more damage surprisingly. She feels the knot forming on her head and looks up just in time to move as Clea launches off the top buckle with a splash. Dark moves just as Clea slams face and chest first into the side of the cage and goes limp for just that one second. Darknyss quickly grabs the ring chair and turns tossing it into the face of Clea. The shot glances off the bridge of her nose and ranks taking her down. Dark smiles as she walks to her picking her up by her beautiful locks and sends her head into the cage siding. The force shakes the cage as Dark does this 3 more times and drops her opponent into a bloody mess and glares with anger at the fans giving them a dirty look.
Clea reels from the shots as she quickly checks to see where the blood is forming as the shots water her eyes and she shakes it off seeing Dark approach with that baited smiled. She'd love to rip that smile off and put it on a pumpkin for Halloween but she remains civil as a Vamp can be and runs pushing Dark backwards in a back pedals and uses just enough of her powers and momentum to send her into the cage siding but not to much. She knows she could easily rip this structure down and shove it in her cute little ass but she Clea also knows she doesn't need to resort to that. She rubs her pretty face into the side of the cage listening to Dark scream with hurt and fear. Clea tosses her into the ring and looks around at the variety of weapons like she was grocery shopping, she misses simple grocery shopping. She reaches for the police baton and retracts it just as the female hands of Dark reach down from the ring apron and sends a knee into her face. Clea hangs onto the weapon and this time Dark runs at her and dropkicks her into the steel unforgiving structure.
Dark regroups and checks her bloody face as she lets out an Amazonian scream, the following show is sponsored by Amazon for all your Christmas needs. She hops down off the ring apron and picks up Clea sending her rolling into the ring and starts to undo the ladder from under the ring. She works it a bit and finally has it out as she sets it into the ring. Clea quickly notices this and charges but Dark is fast and reaches for a small hard plastic red folding hand foot stool and blast Clea back into the ring. Dark quickly goes to work and enters the ring with a fever and lays waste to the back of Clea with the red floor step stool. She folds it up and paddles Clea in the back. Clea rises up and takes a hard shot from the red plastic step stool. Dark grins and folds it up, and tosses it aside. She pulls the ladder between the cage and the ring apron and bridges it. She turns just as Clea charges with that barrage attack. Clea hammers down on her but Dark looks at her position. She reaches for the waist band of her ring tights and pulls her out of the ring into the ladder that bridges the ring and the cage.
Clea hits hard as her shoulder first impacts the ladder bridge and her arm catches inside of the ladder ring opening and she falls just about ripping her arm damn near off. Her face glances off the side of the ladder and just picture all this at the speed of being pulled out of the ring and tossed to the side. To top off the fall she lands on a ring chair so Clea lays there in pain, and did we mention the Arabian Facebreaker under the leg chair flying Darknyss that just came crashing down on here head and throat!!! Dark is enjoying this as she stomps down on Clea who braces for the kicks as one catches her in the ribs really hard. Clea fights back though but Dark is on her game as she takes the spear that sends them both over the small ring steps in the corner. They go head over heels as both lay there hurt and exausted at this point. Dark slowly rises as she enters the ring and sets up the ladder and hobbles to the ring apron. Clea sees her coming as she runs and grabs her by the hair and tosses her ass over heels into the cage still holding onto her hair!!! Dark has no choice to crash as Clea enters the ring and pushes the ladder closer to the ring ropes. She starts at the other end of the runs at the ladder and flies over the top down on Clea who is waiting with a kendostick and slams it into the head of Clea.
Dark picks her up and sets her up on the apron. She quickly bridges the ladder between the cage and apron. She hops up on the apron and picks up Clea in the RIIIIICOLAAAA!!! Claudio Castagnoli Ricola Bomb, she jacks her up in the waistlock and down into the ladder off the apron with the sitout modified slam! She pins her on the ring floor as the referee counts one...two...three!!! Dark gets the win in this brutal matchup and what a hell of a matchup. Dark wise to get out of the cage and heads to the back as Clea recovers from a hard hitting matchup.
{Commerical break}
[Backstage ring spot as Xstatic is preparing for war as it looks as he wraps himself in barbed wire, puts on his military helmet which will come into play later. On a split screen Vlad is pacing the back ring area in his seperate part of the world so lets get them out here and rock and roll.]
The lights go out and the sound of childrens laughter and carnival music is heard. Then there is a blood curdling scream as the sinister laugh of Xstatic is heard. I'm Not Jesus by Apocalyptica ft. Corey Taylor hits the speakers and lights flash as everyone awaits The Clown Prince Of Chaos. Fire lines the stage as a casket rises from under the stage. The fire disappears as the casket is stood up on it's end. All of a sudden a ball of flames engulf it as the door is kicked down and out walks Xstatic. His smile etches his face as he moves to the ring before sliding in. He hops up and waits for the bell.
The arena goes dark, a red hue enveloping the crowd. A Vampire's Lament by Atreyu comes over the sound system as Vlad is lowered to the ring from the rafters. He hits the rings, undoes the harness and stares up at Xstatic and hops from the ring doing some scouting of the match settings and his crazy opponents.
Xstatic -vs- Vlad in a Fans bring the weapons matchup. The fans are allowed to bring weapons to the crowd for use in this match. NO DQ rules.
-Results: Vlad quickly scouted the ring fans who had brought all kinds of odd weapons to the ring for this contest. We already knew X was a weapon of mass destruction himself. He looked up at the ring as the clown prince of mayhem was wrapped fully in barbed wire, held a baseball bat wrapped in glued glass and nails. He had a military combat helmet on as well for some odd ass reason this dude was serious about his hardcore. Vlad had nothing, he had his swagger and his fangs and he was in a good mood. He would put the hurt on this silly bastard and in at PPV in a few weeks he'd cut up that pretty face of Paytons and take back HIS title belt. Vlad slowly kneeled on the ring apron as the referee stopped X from charging. X gave him a dumb look as Vlad knew he had to becareful not to just jump into anything with X. He knew that last match with Draka proved X was serious about being a major player again in MCW. He hopped off the ring apron to his feet knowing it was part messing with X's head if that was possible and finding a weapon from the fans. He moved slowly keeping his good eye on X in the ring hungry to hurt him of course as he searched the crowd for a good weapon from the fans. Vlad didn't like the fans much unless he was in a snacking mood but he kept it lowkey and kept that good eye on X in the ring. He knew if he kept the lunatic clown pacing it would frustrate him more.
X glared down at Vlad with hate and anger. Hell he had hate and anger for everyone, this stupid referee who was unwisely pushing around a man who was wrapped he barbed wire. He laughed at that as he provoked it more drawing the referee into his game of pain just so he could hurt someone. He had always had a bloodlust for hurting others, even as a child he loved inflicting pain and he even saw Mike Johnson's advance to bring him to his fed over a decade ago as a sign from hell. He would of ended up in a padded room somewhere if not for Mike, maybe he was a touch bit harsh. X's thought quickly turned off as he felt his leg being pulled and finally he landed on his face at the side of the ring. X reached up as he massaged the pain on his snoz and was dragged to the ring floor by Vlad. X braced himself but the frying pan shot hit him dead in the middle of the forehead and he was stars as he struggled on the ring floor.
Vlad looked down at him with the frying pan in his hand and smiled, he could end this clown for good and what would happen to him would he go to prison. Vlad layed the kicks to his back and spine as he tossed the frying pan lightly aside and picked up X by his head and the helmet still on X's head. Vlad turned and launched him head first into the ring steps as the helmet contorted to X's neck and he crumpled. Xstatic layed there as he knew a stinger to his neck wouldn't help as he reached for the helmet upon Vlad's arrival and slammed it into his kneecap. Vlad crumpled in the pain and fell to the floor as X looked over at him and tossed the helmet aside and rose to his feet. He grabbed his neck as the pain surged through him and he had to do something crazy. His mind was telling him to just snap the bastards neck and lets go eat chicken in the back but X contained himself. He tossed Vlad into the ring and turned as he looked through the fans. The dude was already wrapped in barbed wire as he grabbed the ring chair. He hopped up on the top buckle and looked down at Vlad who was hurt still and X was set for the kill.
Vlad looked up at the lights and knew if he didn't get his ass up their was no telling what was going to land on him with such an unpredictable opponents but it was to late as the pain in his leg shot dices and he tried to rise. The momentum of a man diving off the top buckle wrapped in barbed wire holding a chair he just sandwiched you between even stops a man like Vlad! He was hurt, he was cut and he had this laughing clown not to far off of him on his own back laughing his ass off. He rose to his feet and felt the pain trying to push him down as he backed into the corner and his arms fell supporting him. He had to react quick and move as the flying X tried a Stinger Barbed Wire Splash and hit hard on the buckle but Vlad was safe. His instincts told him he needed a minute to clear his head. He reached for the head of X and launched him to the floor. Vlad fell to his knees catching his breath, he was bleeding on his chest and that last top rope move took it to him hardcore.
X hit hard on the ring floor as he splat hard on his back and layed there laughing at the pain. He even questioned wearing barbed wire this entire matchup but the wire sticking into his skin was like an adrenaline needle to his soul. He loved the pain, it fueled him as he quickly rose to his knees and military style slinked around the ring hiding. He picked up his military metal helmet in his hands and covertly moved around the ring. He hid as Vlad struggled to get his barring and was back on his feet, and the moment of attack was upon him. Xstatic sensed the moment of destruction as he barreled into the ring wildly swinging for the fences on what he could hit with the heavy military helmet. He saw it connect on Vlad's ribs and he could even maybe hear a break which brought joy to his mind but he didn't stop with the assault.
Vlad covered up the best he could and launched himself out of the ring by the middle ropes. He saw X follow with a wicked laugh and grabbed a ring chair and turned just as the helmet almost brained him but the chair stopped it. He dropped the chair upon the tingle of the shot in his hands as he reached up and raked the eyes of X who stopped. Vlad grabbed the helmet as he turned and handed it to Clea who was sitting in the front row for some reason. He motioning for her to get rid of it. He watched as the excited Clea disappeared into the back and he turned his attention to X who slammed the barbed wire spool into his face. The wire racked off his eyes but he protected it enough as he rolled into the ring and saw the boots follow him and the pain seered through his back as the clown drove the barbed wire whipping into his back.
X laughed with ill content as he horse whipped Vlad with the barbed wire like he owned him. Vlad quickly rolled again to the ring apron and ducked the barbed wire shot that glanced off the top and unbalanced X. He grabbed the wire and wrapped it around X's neck and dropped him with a hotshot across the top rope! It was the momentum he needed as X staggered and Vlad pulled the top rope, launched to it with perfect ease and landed a nice flying spin kick to the side of his head. Vlad quickly motioned to Clea who tossed ring chair after ring chair into the ring. When he was done the middle of the ring was piled high with ring chairs. She tossed the ladder in as Vlad set it up and dragged X to the top. He punched him in the bridge of the nose to stop him as he locked in the Tombstone Piledriver and from about the 4th ring he flew driving him into the pile of chairs! Vlad pinned him as the referee counted...one...two...three!!! This one was over with as Clea pulled Vlad to the ring floor and they headed up the ring ramp quickly. X just layed their laughing at the pain, he would get this one back in time but his momentum heading upward in the rankings is not slowed. Vlad and Clea head to the back, it took the two of them to put down the clown but he will be back.
{Before the match starts Deas walks from the office of Mike Johnson with a grin as he rubs his hands in anger and walks to the ring for his matchup. What is going on with this situation? Commerical break}
{After the break in the ring area for matchup}
The arena erupts into gold strope lights as 30 Seconds To Mars - I'll Attack blairs from the speakers. The Titantron showing Logan hitting the Vipers Strike on random people from random situations. The crowd erupts as Logan walks slowly out on stage and stops. He throws his arms up in a pose (Ala Randy Orton) as Golden pyros explode behind him. Money falls from the ceiling as Logan walks down the ramp. A slight smirk on his lips as he slides in and hops up pacing the ring.
The lights goes out as thunder and lighting blares through the arena as "Out of My Way" by Seether plays. Then, smoke appears at the entranceway as "Ballistic" Bryan Deas comes through the back as he looks hyped up and from the looks of things has he stopped tanning. Deas with a big shit eating grin on his face in the ring tights showing off more then we need to see and a wife beater with his face and image on the front. He breaks into the ring and beating his chest and screaming at the fans he is ready for action. Note to Deas, please make a new entrance cause your old Undertaker one doesn't work for your new Sheamus look...thank you!
Logan -vs- Deas (Match for a TV Title opportunity)- This match will be a TLC to use match with no DQ rules.
-Results: Deas with a big shit eating grin on his face as he looked across at Logan who again has that confident smile everyone has when facing him. Deas wants nothing more then knock that pretty little smile off his face, rearrange it and put that smile on his ass so he can see how much he sucks for real. Deas brings himself back to though process as the bell sounds and before he knows it punches are reigning down on him! Logan has a new hate in his face as well as Deas tries to fight him off. He pushes him away but watches as the fiesty former military soldier again charges and sends the punches to his face. Deas face palms him with one hand and pushes him to the ring mat. He knows this is has chance as he charges a fallen man like he watched on MMA in his recent training, don't ask! Deas grins as he launches for a submission move on the fallen Logan on his knees.
Logan looks up at the lumbering oaf coming at him as he waits and just at the right minute he sends the hardest punch he can muster into his bread basket. The shot sends Deas grasping his stomach as Logan sees the chance. He runs and spins out Deas on the spinning neckbreaker. Logan looks down at his fallen foe as he heads up the top buckle. Normally he thinks to himself this isn't his area of expertise, what is Rio all of a sudden? He launches off and the spinning elbow hits it mark on Deas chest. He can feel his momentum send the big dumbie to the floor and attack mode sets it. Logan looks around as he picks up the table over his head folded up of course. He runs and with no remorse launches it down into Deas head as he takes the shot to the mush and is down, all legal.
Deas awakes from being knocked out as he looks up quickly at Logan who snatches him to his feet and again the lights almost go out as the DDT buckles his neck on the ring floor and Deas needs to regroup, come on he thinks lets get something going. Deas stops his mind from going berseck as he is picked up and locked in the gut wrench and picked up but Deas lands on his feet, how the hell did he do that he thinks with a grin? He looks at Logan and clubs him in the back of the head and with reflex turns pitching him over the ring barrier as he watches Logan crash hard with the concrete, fans and chairs. Deas quickly sets up the ladder near the barrier as he climbs up. Logan is just recovering as he watches the big man going up the ladder through glossed and tear stained eyes. Logan slowly climbs over the barrier getting away from the danger of the concrete but makes one mistake.
Deas glares down at his dizzy foe who is standing on the ring barrier for some reason. Deas almost high fives himself before finishing the move, he sets as to not lose his footing and flies at Logan and nails a nicely placed flying shoulder tackle! Deas can feel the momentum of his force rocketing into Logan and its a good feeling. Deas braces his landed but the shot sends Logan careening through a set of empty chairs and he reaches for his head. Logan's head swims and he can't lose to Deas it could be career suicide but its to late as the big hulking moron picks him up and has him on his back! Logans arms are trapped in the cross and before he knows it he is being sent into the ladder with the Celtic Cross toss. Deas launches him from the cross move over the barrier and right into the ladder!!! Logan goes black as Deas sees his chance and salivates at the opportunity ahead of him. He tosses Logan into the ring and thinks to himself as he stacks up the ladders. He picks up Logan again in the Celtic Cross and has him ready.
Logan knows he has to do something or this match is done and he goes into PPV with a loss to Deas, thats enough to cause any man in his sport to jump off the Sears Tower. He is weakened though and struggles out of the move he its like he is moving in slow motion and finally it happens as he knew it would. He tries to brace for the move as he feels his head connect with the ladders steel.....out like a light!!! Logan awakes as he looks up at a gloating Deas with his hands raised in victory apparently the move had been enough and Deas scored the win on a three count. The pain rushed to his head as he watched security, referees and even Saidogai rushing the ring as Deas took his win and headed for PPV. Said glared at Deas with his arm in a wrap as Deas was over the ring barrier and taking his win over Logan with a grain of salt. He did the hand snapping motion to Said who dared him to come into the ring. Deas and Said at PPV for the TV Title!!! Deas got the better of the day and wisely disappears to the back with this shocking win. Said checks on Logan who tells him to leave him alone as Said pats him on the back and leaps from the ring heading to the back to mind his own business. Logan takes the shame of his loss and heads to the back head down, he will live to fight another day. We are going to make shirts to sell for Logan that reads, "Will live to fight another day" if this keeps up for him.
{Commerical break for Halloween Horror PPV 2011. We also see a Mountain Dew commercial and a Trojan Condom commerical featuring Logan Hunter. We head to the ring area as Deas is celebrating his win in the back like he just won the World Title. Johnson storms out of his office looking for a fight I imagine as he heads to where Deas is celebrating like an idiot.}
{Ring area for matchup}
The lights cut out and a deep red lighting soon fills the arena. The Japanese characters for "Glory" "Pride" and "Victory" flash on the tron before "Flourish" by The Contortionist rips through the PA's. Stage pyro explodes diagonally within the first ten seconds of the song and Saidogai steps through the curtain. The arena pops as fans extend their arms as The Human Godzilla passes them. Hopping up to the ring, Saidogai then steps over the top rope and b-lines it for the furthest turnbuckle to his right, stepping on top of it and stares out to the crowd, hundreds of cameras flashing. Saidogai steps down and slowly paces the ring like a caged predator, waiting for the match to start.
{Styles is already in the ring since he did one of those lame WWE during the commercial break entrances where we see him just standing in the ring. Hey how'd Styles get to the ring, only the fans in Chicago will ever know. Note to handler of Styles, need a ring entrance or your esteemed MCW Chairman Mike Johnson will put the creative juices to work and make him one. *wicked grin* Styles stands in the ring as our Extreme Champion looks on}
Saidogai -vs- Styles (non-title matchup) 10 minute Submission match where the most submissions in the time limit wins the match.
-Results: Said glared across the ring with confidence as he ran back many years of training and moves. He remembered everything his sensi had taught him in the grueling training sessions in Japan. He glared up at the clock as the bell sounding brought him back to the action. He expected Styles like everyone else to half heartedly jump him but the man was pacing slowly in the middle of the ring like a professional. He saw potential in the kid, already a major champion holding the second highest title belt in the fed in the Extreme Division Title. Said gave a deep breath and locked up arms with Styles in the struggle in the middle of the ring. He could sense from the last time he was in the ring with him he had been working out. Said could tell from the difference in strength and endurance combined with muscle mass and power that this kid was serious about being someone.
The struggle continued as Said went head over heels, his training taught him to roll off his shoulder and pop up and he was glad he did. Styles charged into the corner he rose up in with a knee to the jaw, locked in the headlock and ran him out of the corner. Said grinned and followed knowing the many years of taking shots to the face would pay off. Said landed in the middle of the ring but was caught off gaurd as the headlock turned into a bridging Muta Lock.
Said struggled for a second locked in this move, he could feel the pressure of the strong grip wrenching on his neck and back as he fought out of it. If he for the slightest moment gave a hint to the referee he was quiting he would ring that bell before he could look at the clock on the viewtron counting down the ten minutes. Said knew this move had its disadvantages which is why he was always slow to use it, his arms and hands were free to do as he wished. Said reached up and landed the clubbing blows to the chest with the punches. He knew the move left the person applying it open to shots from the freed hands. The punches weren't effective this kid was strong thought Said. He thought quickly as he reached his freed right up and locked his arms around Styles throat and held the move. Styles was trapped even if he let his legs free. Styles was shocked as he gasp for air and didn't need to black out as he tapped and released the move.
Said lay on his back but not for long as he looked up at the clock reading 8 minutes and him with one win. He turned as he guarded his face from the incoming kick to his head. The well placed kick to the side of his head rocked his brain. He might be a martial arts expert but kicks and punches still hurt and the brain wasn't trained with him to take those shots. Said falls to his knees as Styles quickly heads to the top rope. He glares down on his opponent who is on his back and leaps with a move of faith. The well placed knees dive into Saids spine and back as he lands on his face and was stunned. Styles had to move quickly and from his footage he saw of matches containing Said you move quickly or get beaten. The man was damn near Ninja formed in his training but Styles didn't care. He quickly slow paced to him and rolled him up in the small package and his brain switched He quickly rose up with Said still in his arms and drove him into the ring mat with the Small Package Driver!
Said had to recover as he felt the kids momentum growing as he slapped him face trying to get back in gear but it was to late, he was in another submission move. Said had to act quickly as he felt his body being wrapped in a Anaconda Vice as he lay on his stomach. He felt Styles legs wrap around his torso and finally he was in a Full Nelson while still in the move! Said was trapped and the move was working his entire body, smart move for a high flying ground and pound guy. He had to get out as he knew not to struggle up or the move would tighten like a python on prey. Said was fading fast as he could feel the blood in his body starting to be constricted. Said braced as he felt his face slam into the ring mat and then up again in the vice lock. Said was not going to give up as again his face slammed into the ring mat and Styles voice screamed to the referee to ask him if he wants to quit.
Styles had him where he wanted him and knew if Said turned this move over he'd get the vice lock MMA style. Said looked around as the move drained his energy he thought hard on his training as he spun with a great force on his back and reached for the ring ropes but it was to late as he felt his shoulder pop and give and he tapped. Styles let the move go as he kinda grinned and knew he had this match in the bag. He looked down at the hurt Said with a seperated shoulder as Said fell to the ring floor and landed hard. The referee backed up Styles as the timer on the clock said 5 minutes to go and tied at one fall apiece.
Said staggered with the pain as he rolled on the floor and had to do something. He knew he was screwed and from all the years of hardcore training this wasn't his first seperated shoulder. He slowly rose to his knees but what happen next was to much to bare as he caught only a fleeting glance of Bryan Deas barreling over the ring barrier. Said was picked to his feet by the bad arm and tossed into the ring barrier. The pain shot through his arm as the referee called for the bell on the DQ as Styles protested in the ring to Deas who just looked up at him screaming he was also coming for the Extreme Title in due time. Said tried to move his arm but the damage was done before he could even pop it back into place himself, Deas had done his damage. Said layed their not happy how this ended as he looked up at the ugly mug of Deas looking down at him with that damn red beard and happy smile, "Guess what champ you and me at PPV for that TV Title signed...sealed and delivered by Mike Johnson...in a submission matchup! Hope your shoulder is fine." Said wanted to punch him in the mouth and shut him up but his good arm was shot as he braced himself as Deas rained down kicks to his hurt shoulder.
Said went black for a second from the pain as Deas was finally held back by security and referees. Styles as well finally broke from the ring and blasted Deas with a chairshot to his back sending him over the ring barrier and pacing through the crowd. Said looked up at Styles who extended his hand to Saids good hand and grinned down looking at him, "You know I had you beat Champ." Said loved this kids humor and valor as he was helped to his feet but managed to do it all on his own. Said stopped and glared at his young opponent and laughed admist the pain, "You dislocated my shoulder and yes you almost had me but we'll settle at a different day." Said moved on his own power to the back as trainers took over letting Styles have his moment with the fans.
{Backstage after the matchup}
Johnson comes from nowhere and spins him around. Deas almost knocks him out as they have a confrontation, "I told you to win the match not take those guys out tonight Deas you can't just be breaking bones I need these competitors for PPV dumbass," comments Mike. Deas avoids knocking him out and plays nice guy and puts his hands up, "You got it boss but at PPV the kid gloves are off with Said and I'll rip his arm off and bring it to your office as a gift cause I'm not leaving PPV without a title belt!" Deas leaves as Mike grins at him and we head to the Main Event. Did Mike have something to do with Deas taking out Saids shoulder and Logans near concussion? Is Deas back on Mike Johnson's payroll? Only time will tell. Deas avoids any more lectures and the wrath of Said and Styles as he disappears into the shadows. Mike turns as Payton is heading to her match and gets right up in his face with a pissed look.
Mike Johnson and Payton stand face to face glaring at each other after she comes out of her dressing room possibly heading towards Logans room to relax. Mike looks through her and she can sense a difference in opinion in his face, maybe a remorse he should of had. She also could sense the garlic bread he must of ate and this forced her to turn away. She didn't want to offend him to much off the bat he did make her matches after all. She turned her head as if disgusted by his presence. "I'm sorry...," blurted out of Mike's mouth as the shot of words hit her like she was hit with a Johnson's superkick. "Excuse me," she returned with words. "Look I know I've been a prick as of late and I want you to be the first to know I'm not going to mess with the divas anymore. I'll run things like they should, fist and hammer and start being the figure I need to be." His apology didn't mean nothing to her, all she wanted was for him to leave her alone and let her handle thing.
She sighed and looked down at his hand shake and the stains of spaghetti made her giggle to herself, did this man have any table manners. She stepped back and jacked the World Title on her shoulders as she looked down at his hand as he put that nasty mit away. She looked up at him and nodded her head in approval, "You know what apology accepted but one thing though MJ." He sensed it coming as he braced himself as her slap glanced off his chin and his head spun but he composed himself and stood their taking it like a man. She got right up in his face, "You ever try and screw me again like you tried at Beach Blast or any other time it'll be your small manhood that takes the hit next time." She paced off content she settled that, maybe even expecting MJ to blast her from behind but he stood there in his place and just turned looking at her. From the corner glance she noticed him checking his jaw and that brought joy to her as she entered Logans dressing room and the door shut. MJ checked his chin and smiled knowing the fed had a Champion that had moxy and fire, something it needed for a long time. Payton saunters to the ring with her cute little ass and disappears through the curtain as the hellcats music plays and the pyro goes off. Mike Johnson is a little to late to get to the pyro guys to attempt one of those Jeff Hardy like pyro mistakes but maybe its better not to wound your World Champion he thinks with an evil grin.}
[Commerical spot one last time for Halloween Horror 2011 PPV and back to the ring for The Main Event.]
{Ring area for the Main Event}
The lights at the top of the entryramp dim, then silver and green pyro fountains shoot upwards along the rim of the stage as 'Crush 'em' by Megadeth begins to play. The screen shows quick clips of Draka performing various moves in various old matches. Draka makes his way down the ring, shouting things to the crowd raising his arms, he jogs the last several steps and slides into the ring. As he gets up the montage ends with a clip of Draka getting blasted with a chair, getting up and nailing the chair into his opponent's face with a Big Boot. The scene then fades to show words across the screen... 'One time Tag Team Champion', then 'Two time Television Champion', then 'One time United States champion', then 'One time MCW Intercontinental champion' and finally 'Three time MCW World Champion'. Then the images fade to black and silver letters appear saying 'That's a Promise!'. Then the lighting returns to normal as the music fades.
"Step Up" by Drowning Pool bursts through the PA system flooding the arena, as the singing kicks in, Payton emerges and steps out onto the stage. She stands looking out over the crowd taking in the atmosphere. She looks down to the ring grinning to herself and makes her way down the ramp. She grabs onto the second rope and pulls herself up onto the ring apron. Up onto the second turnbuckle she raises her arm and soaks in the crowd’s reaction. She holds onto the top turnbuckle as she flips over the top rope and into the ring. Payton stands against the ropes, rotating her shoulders waiting for the bell. She raises the World Title above her head and hands it off to the referee. Bell sounds, we are ready for action.
Main Event: Payton -vs- Draka (Non-title) standard rules matchup
-Results: Payton ready for action and here we go fans as they lock up and Draka quickly backing her into the corner showing more aggression then usually as he clubs down with the hard shots to the head as she falls to her ass in the corner. He stands over her with a grin as she glares up at him with a dazed look as he stomps down on her. She reaches up and grabs his waistband of his ring gear and pulls him into the corner as his face connects with the top buckle. A slight thud of air leaves his body on the impact as she quickly crawls out of the corner. She turns but is shocked as the massive clothesline powers her down with a harsh move comes a dizzying blur in her mind. She struggles to her knees as he is on her like no other and stands over her as she is on her hands and knees and he stands over her back. Draka jumps up with a body smash as she turns over and place the well found knees into his nuts. He crumples to his one knee as she quickly rises from the prone disadvantage and sends a running double leg dropkick to his face as he is still on his knees. The shot rocks him from the ring to the floor where he recovers and she fires up her momentum as she stands near the opposite side ring ropes.
She bounces up and down to get the blood flowing again, to catch that shot of adrenaline to clear her cobwebs. The lingering effects of the recent Clothesline from a near 300 pound man still buzzed her mind. She shook it off before he could recover and broke out into a run for the opposite side of the ring. Payton launched herself over the top rope with a Sin Cara like Plancha just as Draka rose up, and just as he moved with great reflexes out of the diving shot which surely would of stopped his chance to rise up. A sickening thudd landed on her head and her back as she crashed hard on a thin mat of protection from the unforgiving concrete. Payton lay there as she quickly followed her ring training to track her enemy. Where was he? She struggled to her stomach and finally to her knees as the blinding shot of the boot to her pretty face glanced quickly off her. It was like someone out of nowhere punched her in the mouth. She went down hard with the shot as Draka grinned and she went limp for a second as all went black. She felt the numb feeling in her face as she tried to recover or lose this matchup. She felt his hands grip her long beautiful hair as he grabbed her up. She staggered as he tossed her into the ring and she lay there on her back. Draka quickly headed to the top buckle sizing her up, he had her where he wanted her. She was his for the kill and this top rope legdrop was going to end it for good...some World Champion she is he scoffed in his mind with a smile.
Payton's world spun in front of her as she tried her best to get to her feet and this is what lead to this moment. She had to recover as she looked up at the hulking figure diving down on her, her instincts told her different as she rolled quickly to the ropes as trained. She could hearing the sickening thudd of his tailbone hitting the ring mat and even a well placed guard or protection drop would of done a normal man in, but this was Draka. He had shorter recovery time on a botched move then her. She had to fight, she as World Champion and if she lost this they would call her run a fluke and the history books would show her as another Woman Champion who couldn't hack it. She gritted her teeth as he approached and was right over her as she sent the punches to his midsection as hard as she could with persision like trained to make sure she followed up with a kidney shot. The punch would give her time to get to her feet. She rose quickly and a dropkick placed just on his chest as he fell back but wasn't defeated. Draka eyed her down as he rose up as she charged and the well placed knee found its mark on his chin as he loved the fight in her. She was winning as she was quickly on him with the ground and pound as he fought off the punches to his head. He glanced quickly over at the referee out of place as he pushed her into him for a get away.
Payton struggled to get out of the referees tangle admist his complaining as she roses up and glared at the massive boot that moved towards her face as she fell into the ring corner on her back almost out cold. She couldn't let the brain switch itself off as she fought its affects off her mind. Quickly she was dragged to feet and bent over in a very unprecarious position. She was lifted into the air as her head swimmed and she looked at the lights, she was in a powerbomb and was about to be put down hard on the ring mat. She thought quickly cause in his move its only a matter of time before your toasted. She took the move as she felt the back of her head hit the mat really hard but caught something of an error as he released the move she quickly reached up and grabbed his arm as she fell and pulled him into an armbar. She didn't know if it was years of matches with Saidogai but the move worked as Draka struggled with the arm bar!
Draka quickly reached for her as she fell to the ring mat but his arm was trapped. She yanked hard on the arm bar, damn she was strong he thought but he could feel his elbow about to pop if he didn't do something. He glared quickly down at her as she smiled up at him as he stood on his feet. He used his power as he picked her up to try and stop her momentum. Yet, if he dropped her on the mat she might pop his elbow and he'd be out again. He picked her up and moved to the ring buckle pushing her body and his into the ring buckle. She wouldn't let go like a bulldog with a steak in his teeth! She dropped to the ring corner and slinked out of the ring, now his arm was trapped between the ring buckle and the metal clipping holding the ring corner together. The referee broke in as she broke it off on a 4 1/2 count, the sneaky little vixen using all the count. He struggled to the ring middle of the ring getting blood to his arm. He had to mount a comeback or he was finished and a loss to the World Champion wasn't good for business. He coached himself as he was determined to finish this, even the referee grinned a little at him as if to say she is a touch bitch isn't she, better you then me pal. Draka scoffed him away from his vision and turned back to find her.
He turned but it was to late as she locked her arms behind him with the Cobra Clutch. Damn she was fast as she picked him up the best she could and slammed him hard to the ring mat. Draka's head swimmed on the impact and within a minute he tried to situp but it was to little to late as she crashed down on him with the Arabian Facebreaker! The impact wasn't what got him but the knee that hit him square on the jaw knocked him silly. His head went dazed as his mind swimmed at the force of a 130 pound knee hitting him in the chin and jaw with that impact and speed.
Payton quickly looked down at him as she locked his legs in the pin attempt as the referee counted one...two...three! She couldn't believe it as she rolled off him and lay in the middle of the ring catching her breath. She glared over at him knowing him as a man not to attack someone after the matchup. She noticed him not there as the proverbial red flags blared in her mind! She braced for a stomp or a chairshot and finally caught sight of him kneeling on the ring floor holding his arm. The armbar she had stolen from Saidogai after their many matches payed dividends. He glared up at her with anger and she took it as her sign to exit slowly to the back. She back pedalled just in case he had a change in virtue and disappeared to the back sore and holding the MCW World Title. She survived another opponent and on instinct, training, skill and will power she overcame a very touch challenge but knew this wasn't the last she would hear of Draka and this World Title anytime soon.
[Payton stands in the middle of the ring celebrating to a mixed crowd who is booing and cheering. Draka hops over the ring barrier to the exit to regroup. From the back from Vlad with a pair garden sheers in one hand and some barbed wire wrapped around his shoulder. He holds a Katana blade in one hand and just stands their with a grin and points the sword at her. He does the whole checking the blade thing for sharpness, yes its cheesy but we got to build up to our Pumpkin Carver matchup somehow. We could have him do a Gallagher routine with the sword and a pumpkin but the Champion stands her ground in the ring with the World Title layed out in front of her and a ring chair in hand. Vlad taunts her on the ring ramp, is she ready for this type of match at PPV. She better be cause Vlad looks like he is ready to carve...her...up! (tooth pick throw) The show ends with the two glaring at each other from ring ramp entrance to the ring.]
THE END
10-19-2011
Live in Chicago, Ill
United Center
[Show opens up as normal to the fans going crazy ready for some awesome action as we head into Halloween one of our favorite times of year here in MCW as Horror PPV is set to take our heads off in a few weeks. The fans are decked out in the special holiday orange and black MCW fed shirts, some wearing Payton and some wearing Vlad and others. We see a few painted clown joker faces representing Xstatic and his wierd crew of fans. A young college girl wearing a shirt she is damn near ready to come out of has a sign that reads, "Logan Hunter=I'd do him." Enough of these silly fans lets head to action as MCW is ready to get going. The sounds of Pantera-Walk show Mike Johnson walking to the building from his car alone this week as Tina is taking a week off after her run in with Diamond and Fallen last week.]
{Before we start this show right we head to the back area. Deas is getting ready for his matchup with Logan Hunter. He feels good about how things are going. He has a new confidence in his mind as he paces to Johnson's office and not even knocking enters. Mike is sitting at his desk with his suit coat off and cigar in his hand. The entry makes him jump as he reaches for the barbed wire shovel at his reach. Deas stops him as Mike stands his ground across the room. "Easy boss its just a personal visit! Look I know we haven't had the best of situations lately but I want my shot at the TV Title and Said at PPV!" Johnson smiles at the request and sits down on the edge of the desk unphased at the hulking pale dude, "You stop tanning lately? No mind, look that title is up for anyone to go for and I will admit you have dropped a shade in the rankings, but I need Saids dance card filled for PPV so I tell you what. Without the camera's lets discuss this calmly ok." Deas agrees and sits down on the couch as Johnson sits on his desk and walks to the door and shuts it.}
(Ring area for Dark and Clea. Seperate backstage area Clea is on her own prepping and getting ready for this contest. A split screens shows a calm Dark hanging out with the Fallen minus Diamond who has been suspended from the fed waiting to head to the ring.)
{Ring area for matchup}
The arena goes dark, and blue, white, and purple spotlights start swirling around as sirens start blaring. "S&M" by Rhianna begins playing and the spotlights come together on the center stage in blue and purple, to show Darknyss's silhouette standing there with her arms upraised on a screen. Purple and white pyrotechnics go off and the screen disintegrates onto the stage and she's revealed, posing with her hands on her hips. At her feet kneels a half naked man with a collar on his neck attached to a leash she's holding. She takes a few steps and stops, her lips curling into a snarl and she throws her hands into the air just as purple and blue rockets go off on the corners of the stage. The normal lights come up, and Darknyss poses for a moment looking around with a confident smirk, then walks down the ramp to the ring, the man on his hands and knees crawling along beside her. She climbs the steps, dragging the man along with her and climbs into the ring, then up the turnbuckles and stands there, smirking to the crowd, then jumps down and goes from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, posing as the man follows her. She ties his chain to one of the ringposts and sends him outside to kneel beside the announcers table, then turns, waiting for the match to begin.
The crowd’s disapproval grows louder as "Pain" by Three Days Grace erupts. The stage is dark with red lighting aimed on the entrance. As the vocal hits the curtains fly open, an energetic Clea bursts out looking extremely proud of herself. The boo’s grow as she confidently runs down the ramp. She looks through the ropes at the squared circle before her. biting her bottom lip, pulling herself up onto her knees and onto the ring apron before crawling into the ring over the bottom rope. The music fades and the lights return, she slowly rises to her feet.
Darknyss -vs- Clea in a weapons cage matchup. Weapons are hung on the side of the cage to use. No DQ rules, pinfall or submission only wins this match.
-Winner: Darknyss eyed the cage with a bit of intrepidtion as it loomed with chairs piled on the small walking ring floor between the cage and the ring. We see a variety of clubbing weapons like a police baton and ball bat stuck in the side of the cage. A couple ladders protrude from under the ring and various chains and barbed wire hang on the cage. The bell sounds and before Dark can even react Clea is all over her with an amazing Clothesline that sends Dark to the floor. Her head bounces once on the floor and she rolls hitting the cage siding that actually cushions her head from doing more damage surprisingly. She feels the knot forming on her head and looks up just in time to move as Clea launches off the top buckle with a splash. Dark moves just as Clea slams face and chest first into the side of the cage and goes limp for just that one second. Darknyss quickly grabs the ring chair and turns tossing it into the face of Clea. The shot glances off the bridge of her nose and ranks taking her down. Dark smiles as she walks to her picking her up by her beautiful locks and sends her head into the cage siding. The force shakes the cage as Dark does this 3 more times and drops her opponent into a bloody mess and glares with anger at the fans giving them a dirty look.
Clea reels from the shots as she quickly checks to see where the blood is forming as the shots water her eyes and she shakes it off seeing Dark approach with that baited smiled. She'd love to rip that smile off and put it on a pumpkin for Halloween but she remains civil as a Vamp can be and runs pushing Dark backwards in a back pedals and uses just enough of her powers and momentum to send her into the cage siding but not to much. She knows she could easily rip this structure down and shove it in her cute little ass but she Clea also knows she doesn't need to resort to that. She rubs her pretty face into the side of the cage listening to Dark scream with hurt and fear. Clea tosses her into the ring and looks around at the variety of weapons like she was grocery shopping, she misses simple grocery shopping. She reaches for the police baton and retracts it just as the female hands of Dark reach down from the ring apron and sends a knee into her face. Clea hangs onto the weapon and this time Dark runs at her and dropkicks her into the steel unforgiving structure.
Dark regroups and checks her bloody face as she lets out an Amazonian scream, the following show is sponsored by Amazon for all your Christmas needs. She hops down off the ring apron and picks up Clea sending her rolling into the ring and starts to undo the ladder from under the ring. She works it a bit and finally has it out as she sets it into the ring. Clea quickly notices this and charges but Dark is fast and reaches for a small hard plastic red folding hand foot stool and blast Clea back into the ring. Dark quickly goes to work and enters the ring with a fever and lays waste to the back of Clea with the red floor step stool. She folds it up and paddles Clea in the back. Clea rises up and takes a hard shot from the red plastic step stool. Dark grins and folds it up, and tosses it aside. She pulls the ladder between the cage and the ring apron and bridges it. She turns just as Clea charges with that barrage attack. Clea hammers down on her but Dark looks at her position. She reaches for the waist band of her ring tights and pulls her out of the ring into the ladder that bridges the ring and the cage.
Clea hits hard as her shoulder first impacts the ladder bridge and her arm catches inside of the ladder ring opening and she falls just about ripping her arm damn near off. Her face glances off the side of the ladder and just picture all this at the speed of being pulled out of the ring and tossed to the side. To top off the fall she lands on a ring chair so Clea lays there in pain, and did we mention the Arabian Facebreaker under the leg chair flying Darknyss that just came crashing down on here head and throat!!! Dark is enjoying this as she stomps down on Clea who braces for the kicks as one catches her in the ribs really hard. Clea fights back though but Dark is on her game as she takes the spear that sends them both over the small ring steps in the corner. They go head over heels as both lay there hurt and exausted at this point. Dark slowly rises as she enters the ring and sets up the ladder and hobbles to the ring apron. Clea sees her coming as she runs and grabs her by the hair and tosses her ass over heels into the cage still holding onto her hair!!! Dark has no choice to crash as Clea enters the ring and pushes the ladder closer to the ring ropes. She starts at the other end of the runs at the ladder and flies over the top down on Clea who is waiting with a kendostick and slams it into the head of Clea.
Dark picks her up and sets her up on the apron. She quickly bridges the ladder between the cage and apron. She hops up on the apron and picks up Clea in the RIIIIICOLAAAA!!! Claudio Castagnoli Ricola Bomb, she jacks her up in the waistlock and down into the ladder off the apron with the sitout modified slam! She pins her on the ring floor as the referee counts one...two...three!!! Dark gets the win in this brutal matchup and what a hell of a matchup. Dark wise to get out of the cage and heads to the back as Clea recovers from a hard hitting matchup.
{Commerical break}
[Backstage ring spot as Xstatic is preparing for war as it looks as he wraps himself in barbed wire, puts on his military helmet which will come into play later. On a split screen Vlad is pacing the back ring area in his seperate part of the world so lets get them out here and rock and roll.]
The lights go out and the sound of childrens laughter and carnival music is heard. Then there is a blood curdling scream as the sinister laugh of Xstatic is heard. I'm Not Jesus by Apocalyptica ft. Corey Taylor hits the speakers and lights flash as everyone awaits The Clown Prince Of Chaos. Fire lines the stage as a casket rises from under the stage. The fire disappears as the casket is stood up on it's end. All of a sudden a ball of flames engulf it as the door is kicked down and out walks Xstatic. His smile etches his face as he moves to the ring before sliding in. He hops up and waits for the bell.
The arena goes dark, a red hue enveloping the crowd. A Vampire's Lament by Atreyu comes over the sound system as Vlad is lowered to the ring from the rafters. He hits the rings, undoes the harness and stares up at Xstatic and hops from the ring doing some scouting of the match settings and his crazy opponents.
Xstatic -vs- Vlad in a Fans bring the weapons matchup. The fans are allowed to bring weapons to the crowd for use in this match. NO DQ rules.
-Results: Vlad quickly scouted the ring fans who had brought all kinds of odd weapons to the ring for this contest. We already knew X was a weapon of mass destruction himself. He looked up at the ring as the clown prince of mayhem was wrapped fully in barbed wire, held a baseball bat wrapped in glued glass and nails. He had a military combat helmet on as well for some odd ass reason this dude was serious about his hardcore. Vlad had nothing, he had his swagger and his fangs and he was in a good mood. He would put the hurt on this silly bastard and in at PPV in a few weeks he'd cut up that pretty face of Paytons and take back HIS title belt. Vlad slowly kneeled on the ring apron as the referee stopped X from charging. X gave him a dumb look as Vlad knew he had to becareful not to just jump into anything with X. He knew that last match with Draka proved X was serious about being a major player again in MCW. He hopped off the ring apron to his feet knowing it was part messing with X's head if that was possible and finding a weapon from the fans. He moved slowly keeping his good eye on X in the ring hungry to hurt him of course as he searched the crowd for a good weapon from the fans. Vlad didn't like the fans much unless he was in a snacking mood but he kept it lowkey and kept that good eye on X in the ring. He knew if he kept the lunatic clown pacing it would frustrate him more.
X glared down at Vlad with hate and anger. Hell he had hate and anger for everyone, this stupid referee who was unwisely pushing around a man who was wrapped he barbed wire. He laughed at that as he provoked it more drawing the referee into his game of pain just so he could hurt someone. He had always had a bloodlust for hurting others, even as a child he loved inflicting pain and he even saw Mike Johnson's advance to bring him to his fed over a decade ago as a sign from hell. He would of ended up in a padded room somewhere if not for Mike, maybe he was a touch bit harsh. X's thought quickly turned off as he felt his leg being pulled and finally he landed on his face at the side of the ring. X reached up as he massaged the pain on his snoz and was dragged to the ring floor by Vlad. X braced himself but the frying pan shot hit him dead in the middle of the forehead and he was stars as he struggled on the ring floor.
Vlad looked down at him with the frying pan in his hand and smiled, he could end this clown for good and what would happen to him would he go to prison. Vlad layed the kicks to his back and spine as he tossed the frying pan lightly aside and picked up X by his head and the helmet still on X's head. Vlad turned and launched him head first into the ring steps as the helmet contorted to X's neck and he crumpled. Xstatic layed there as he knew a stinger to his neck wouldn't help as he reached for the helmet upon Vlad's arrival and slammed it into his kneecap. Vlad crumpled in the pain and fell to the floor as X looked over at him and tossed the helmet aside and rose to his feet. He grabbed his neck as the pain surged through him and he had to do something crazy. His mind was telling him to just snap the bastards neck and lets go eat chicken in the back but X contained himself. He tossed Vlad into the ring and turned as he looked through the fans. The dude was already wrapped in barbed wire as he grabbed the ring chair. He hopped up on the top buckle and looked down at Vlad who was hurt still and X was set for the kill.
Vlad looked up at the lights and knew if he didn't get his ass up their was no telling what was going to land on him with such an unpredictable opponents but it was to late as the pain in his leg shot dices and he tried to rise. The momentum of a man diving off the top buckle wrapped in barbed wire holding a chair he just sandwiched you between even stops a man like Vlad! He was hurt, he was cut and he had this laughing clown not to far off of him on his own back laughing his ass off. He rose to his feet and felt the pain trying to push him down as he backed into the corner and his arms fell supporting him. He had to react quick and move as the flying X tried a Stinger Barbed Wire Splash and hit hard on the buckle but Vlad was safe. His instincts told him he needed a minute to clear his head. He reached for the head of X and launched him to the floor. Vlad fell to his knees catching his breath, he was bleeding on his chest and that last top rope move took it to him hardcore.
X hit hard on the ring floor as he splat hard on his back and layed there laughing at the pain. He even questioned wearing barbed wire this entire matchup but the wire sticking into his skin was like an adrenaline needle to his soul. He loved the pain, it fueled him as he quickly rose to his knees and military style slinked around the ring hiding. He picked up his military metal helmet in his hands and covertly moved around the ring. He hid as Vlad struggled to get his barring and was back on his feet, and the moment of attack was upon him. Xstatic sensed the moment of destruction as he barreled into the ring wildly swinging for the fences on what he could hit with the heavy military helmet. He saw it connect on Vlad's ribs and he could even maybe hear a break which brought joy to his mind but he didn't stop with the assault.
Vlad covered up the best he could and launched himself out of the ring by the middle ropes. He saw X follow with a wicked laugh and grabbed a ring chair and turned just as the helmet almost brained him but the chair stopped it. He dropped the chair upon the tingle of the shot in his hands as he reached up and raked the eyes of X who stopped. Vlad grabbed the helmet as he turned and handed it to Clea who was sitting in the front row for some reason. He motioning for her to get rid of it. He watched as the excited Clea disappeared into the back and he turned his attention to X who slammed the barbed wire spool into his face. The wire racked off his eyes but he protected it enough as he rolled into the ring and saw the boots follow him and the pain seered through his back as the clown drove the barbed wire whipping into his back.
X laughed with ill content as he horse whipped Vlad with the barbed wire like he owned him. Vlad quickly rolled again to the ring apron and ducked the barbed wire shot that glanced off the top and unbalanced X. He grabbed the wire and wrapped it around X's neck and dropped him with a hotshot across the top rope! It was the momentum he needed as X staggered and Vlad pulled the top rope, launched to it with perfect ease and landed a nice flying spin kick to the side of his head. Vlad quickly motioned to Clea who tossed ring chair after ring chair into the ring. When he was done the middle of the ring was piled high with ring chairs. She tossed the ladder in as Vlad set it up and dragged X to the top. He punched him in the bridge of the nose to stop him as he locked in the Tombstone Piledriver and from about the 4th ring he flew driving him into the pile of chairs! Vlad pinned him as the referee counted...one...two...three!!! This one was over with as Clea pulled Vlad to the ring floor and they headed up the ring ramp quickly. X just layed their laughing at the pain, he would get this one back in time but his momentum heading upward in the rankings is not slowed. Vlad and Clea head to the back, it took the two of them to put down the clown but he will be back.
{Before the match starts Deas walks from the office of Mike Johnson with a grin as he rubs his hands in anger and walks to the ring for his matchup. What is going on with this situation? Commerical break}
{After the break in the ring area for matchup}
The arena erupts into gold strope lights as 30 Seconds To Mars - I'll Attack blairs from the speakers. The Titantron showing Logan hitting the Vipers Strike on random people from random situations. The crowd erupts as Logan walks slowly out on stage and stops. He throws his arms up in a pose (Ala Randy Orton) as Golden pyros explode behind him. Money falls from the ceiling as Logan walks down the ramp. A slight smirk on his lips as he slides in and hops up pacing the ring.
The lights goes out as thunder and lighting blares through the arena as "Out of My Way" by Seether plays. Then, smoke appears at the entranceway as "Ballistic" Bryan Deas comes through the back as he looks hyped up and from the looks of things has he stopped tanning. Deas with a big shit eating grin on his face in the ring tights showing off more then we need to see and a wife beater with his face and image on the front. He breaks into the ring and beating his chest and screaming at the fans he is ready for action. Note to Deas, please make a new entrance cause your old Undertaker one doesn't work for your new Sheamus look...thank you!
Logan -vs- Deas (Match for a TV Title opportunity)- This match will be a TLC to use match with no DQ rules.
-Results: Deas with a big shit eating grin on his face as he looked across at Logan who again has that confident smile everyone has when facing him. Deas wants nothing more then knock that pretty little smile off his face, rearrange it and put that smile on his ass so he can see how much he sucks for real. Deas brings himself back to though process as the bell sounds and before he knows it punches are reigning down on him! Logan has a new hate in his face as well as Deas tries to fight him off. He pushes him away but watches as the fiesty former military soldier again charges and sends the punches to his face. Deas face palms him with one hand and pushes him to the ring mat. He knows this is has chance as he charges a fallen man like he watched on MMA in his recent training, don't ask! Deas grins as he launches for a submission move on the fallen Logan on his knees.
Logan looks up at the lumbering oaf coming at him as he waits and just at the right minute he sends the hardest punch he can muster into his bread basket. The shot sends Deas grasping his stomach as Logan sees the chance. He runs and spins out Deas on the spinning neckbreaker. Logan looks down at his fallen foe as he heads up the top buckle. Normally he thinks to himself this isn't his area of expertise, what is Rio all of a sudden? He launches off and the spinning elbow hits it mark on Deas chest. He can feel his momentum send the big dumbie to the floor and attack mode sets it. Logan looks around as he picks up the table over his head folded up of course. He runs and with no remorse launches it down into Deas head as he takes the shot to the mush and is down, all legal.
Deas awakes from being knocked out as he looks up quickly at Logan who snatches him to his feet and again the lights almost go out as the DDT buckles his neck on the ring floor and Deas needs to regroup, come on he thinks lets get something going. Deas stops his mind from going berseck as he is picked up and locked in the gut wrench and picked up but Deas lands on his feet, how the hell did he do that he thinks with a grin? He looks at Logan and clubs him in the back of the head and with reflex turns pitching him over the ring barrier as he watches Logan crash hard with the concrete, fans and chairs. Deas quickly sets up the ladder near the barrier as he climbs up. Logan is just recovering as he watches the big man going up the ladder through glossed and tear stained eyes. Logan slowly climbs over the barrier getting away from the danger of the concrete but makes one mistake.
Deas glares down at his dizzy foe who is standing on the ring barrier for some reason. Deas almost high fives himself before finishing the move, he sets as to not lose his footing and flies at Logan and nails a nicely placed flying shoulder tackle! Deas can feel the momentum of his force rocketing into Logan and its a good feeling. Deas braces his landed but the shot sends Logan careening through a set of empty chairs and he reaches for his head. Logan's head swims and he can't lose to Deas it could be career suicide but its to late as the big hulking moron picks him up and has him on his back! Logans arms are trapped in the cross and before he knows it he is being sent into the ladder with the Celtic Cross toss. Deas launches him from the cross move over the barrier and right into the ladder!!! Logan goes black as Deas sees his chance and salivates at the opportunity ahead of him. He tosses Logan into the ring and thinks to himself as he stacks up the ladders. He picks up Logan again in the Celtic Cross and has him ready.
Logan knows he has to do something or this match is done and he goes into PPV with a loss to Deas, thats enough to cause any man in his sport to jump off the Sears Tower. He is weakened though and struggles out of the move he its like he is moving in slow motion and finally it happens as he knew it would. He tries to brace for the move as he feels his head connect with the ladders steel.....out like a light!!! Logan awakes as he looks up at a gloating Deas with his hands raised in victory apparently the move had been enough and Deas scored the win on a three count. The pain rushed to his head as he watched security, referees and even Saidogai rushing the ring as Deas took his win and headed for PPV. Said glared at Deas with his arm in a wrap as Deas was over the ring barrier and taking his win over Logan with a grain of salt. He did the hand snapping motion to Said who dared him to come into the ring. Deas and Said at PPV for the TV Title!!! Deas got the better of the day and wisely disappears to the back with this shocking win. Said checks on Logan who tells him to leave him alone as Said pats him on the back and leaps from the ring heading to the back to mind his own business. Logan takes the shame of his loss and heads to the back head down, he will live to fight another day. We are going to make shirts to sell for Logan that reads, "Will live to fight another day" if this keeps up for him.
{Commerical break for Halloween Horror PPV 2011. We also see a Mountain Dew commercial and a Trojan Condom commerical featuring Logan Hunter. We head to the ring area as Deas is celebrating his win in the back like he just won the World Title. Johnson storms out of his office looking for a fight I imagine as he heads to where Deas is celebrating like an idiot.}
{Ring area for matchup}
The lights cut out and a deep red lighting soon fills the arena. The Japanese characters for "Glory" "Pride" and "Victory" flash on the tron before "Flourish" by The Contortionist rips through the PA's. Stage pyro explodes diagonally within the first ten seconds of the song and Saidogai steps through the curtain. The arena pops as fans extend their arms as The Human Godzilla passes them. Hopping up to the ring, Saidogai then steps over the top rope and b-lines it for the furthest turnbuckle to his right, stepping on top of it and stares out to the crowd, hundreds of cameras flashing. Saidogai steps down and slowly paces the ring like a caged predator, waiting for the match to start.
{Styles is already in the ring since he did one of those lame WWE during the commercial break entrances where we see him just standing in the ring. Hey how'd Styles get to the ring, only the fans in Chicago will ever know. Note to handler of Styles, need a ring entrance or your esteemed MCW Chairman Mike Johnson will put the creative juices to work and make him one. *wicked grin* Styles stands in the ring as our Extreme Champion looks on}
Saidogai -vs- Styles (non-title matchup) 10 minute Submission match where the most submissions in the time limit wins the match.
-Results: Said glared across the ring with confidence as he ran back many years of training and moves. He remembered everything his sensi had taught him in the grueling training sessions in Japan. He glared up at the clock as the bell sounding brought him back to the action. He expected Styles like everyone else to half heartedly jump him but the man was pacing slowly in the middle of the ring like a professional. He saw potential in the kid, already a major champion holding the second highest title belt in the fed in the Extreme Division Title. Said gave a deep breath and locked up arms with Styles in the struggle in the middle of the ring. He could sense from the last time he was in the ring with him he had been working out. Said could tell from the difference in strength and endurance combined with muscle mass and power that this kid was serious about being someone.
The struggle continued as Said went head over heels, his training taught him to roll off his shoulder and pop up and he was glad he did. Styles charged into the corner he rose up in with a knee to the jaw, locked in the headlock and ran him out of the corner. Said grinned and followed knowing the many years of taking shots to the face would pay off. Said landed in the middle of the ring but was caught off gaurd as the headlock turned into a bridging Muta Lock.
Said struggled for a second locked in this move, he could feel the pressure of the strong grip wrenching on his neck and back as he fought out of it. If he for the slightest moment gave a hint to the referee he was quiting he would ring that bell before he could look at the clock on the viewtron counting down the ten minutes. Said knew this move had its disadvantages which is why he was always slow to use it, his arms and hands were free to do as he wished. Said reached up and landed the clubbing blows to the chest with the punches. He knew the move left the person applying it open to shots from the freed hands. The punches weren't effective this kid was strong thought Said. He thought quickly as he reached his freed right up and locked his arms around Styles throat and held the move. Styles was trapped even if he let his legs free. Styles was shocked as he gasp for air and didn't need to black out as he tapped and released the move.
Said lay on his back but not for long as he looked up at the clock reading 8 minutes and him with one win. He turned as he guarded his face from the incoming kick to his head. The well placed kick to the side of his head rocked his brain. He might be a martial arts expert but kicks and punches still hurt and the brain wasn't trained with him to take those shots. Said falls to his knees as Styles quickly heads to the top rope. He glares down on his opponent who is on his back and leaps with a move of faith. The well placed knees dive into Saids spine and back as he lands on his face and was stunned. Styles had to move quickly and from his footage he saw of matches containing Said you move quickly or get beaten. The man was damn near Ninja formed in his training but Styles didn't care. He quickly slow paced to him and rolled him up in the small package and his brain switched He quickly rose up with Said still in his arms and drove him into the ring mat with the Small Package Driver!
Said had to recover as he felt the kids momentum growing as he slapped him face trying to get back in gear but it was to late, he was in another submission move. Said had to act quickly as he felt his body being wrapped in a Anaconda Vice as he lay on his stomach. He felt Styles legs wrap around his torso and finally he was in a Full Nelson while still in the move! Said was trapped and the move was working his entire body, smart move for a high flying ground and pound guy. He had to get out as he knew not to struggle up or the move would tighten like a python on prey. Said was fading fast as he could feel the blood in his body starting to be constricted. Said braced as he felt his face slam into the ring mat and then up again in the vice lock. Said was not going to give up as again his face slammed into the ring mat and Styles voice screamed to the referee to ask him if he wants to quit.
Styles had him where he wanted him and knew if Said turned this move over he'd get the vice lock MMA style. Said looked around as the move drained his energy he thought hard on his training as he spun with a great force on his back and reached for the ring ropes but it was to late as he felt his shoulder pop and give and he tapped. Styles let the move go as he kinda grinned and knew he had this match in the bag. He looked down at the hurt Said with a seperated shoulder as Said fell to the ring floor and landed hard. The referee backed up Styles as the timer on the clock said 5 minutes to go and tied at one fall apiece.
Said staggered with the pain as he rolled on the floor and had to do something. He knew he was screwed and from all the years of hardcore training this wasn't his first seperated shoulder. He slowly rose to his knees but what happen next was to much to bare as he caught only a fleeting glance of Bryan Deas barreling over the ring barrier. Said was picked to his feet by the bad arm and tossed into the ring barrier. The pain shot through his arm as the referee called for the bell on the DQ as Styles protested in the ring to Deas who just looked up at him screaming he was also coming for the Extreme Title in due time. Said tried to move his arm but the damage was done before he could even pop it back into place himself, Deas had done his damage. Said layed their not happy how this ended as he looked up at the ugly mug of Deas looking down at him with that damn red beard and happy smile, "Guess what champ you and me at PPV for that TV Title signed...sealed and delivered by Mike Johnson...in a submission matchup! Hope your shoulder is fine." Said wanted to punch him in the mouth and shut him up but his good arm was shot as he braced himself as Deas rained down kicks to his hurt shoulder.
Said went black for a second from the pain as Deas was finally held back by security and referees. Styles as well finally broke from the ring and blasted Deas with a chairshot to his back sending him over the ring barrier and pacing through the crowd. Said looked up at Styles who extended his hand to Saids good hand and grinned down looking at him, "You know I had you beat Champ." Said loved this kids humor and valor as he was helped to his feet but managed to do it all on his own. Said stopped and glared at his young opponent and laughed admist the pain, "You dislocated my shoulder and yes you almost had me but we'll settle at a different day." Said moved on his own power to the back as trainers took over letting Styles have his moment with the fans.
{Backstage after the matchup}
Johnson comes from nowhere and spins him around. Deas almost knocks him out as they have a confrontation, "I told you to win the match not take those guys out tonight Deas you can't just be breaking bones I need these competitors for PPV dumbass," comments Mike. Deas avoids knocking him out and plays nice guy and puts his hands up, "You got it boss but at PPV the kid gloves are off with Said and I'll rip his arm off and bring it to your office as a gift cause I'm not leaving PPV without a title belt!" Deas leaves as Mike grins at him and we head to the Main Event. Did Mike have something to do with Deas taking out Saids shoulder and Logans near concussion? Is Deas back on Mike Johnson's payroll? Only time will tell. Deas avoids any more lectures and the wrath of Said and Styles as he disappears into the shadows. Mike turns as Payton is heading to her match and gets right up in his face with a pissed look.
Mike Johnson and Payton stand face to face glaring at each other after she comes out of her dressing room possibly heading towards Logans room to relax. Mike looks through her and she can sense a difference in opinion in his face, maybe a remorse he should of had. She also could sense the garlic bread he must of ate and this forced her to turn away. She didn't want to offend him to much off the bat he did make her matches after all. She turned her head as if disgusted by his presence. "I'm sorry...," blurted out of Mike's mouth as the shot of words hit her like she was hit with a Johnson's superkick. "Excuse me," she returned with words. "Look I know I've been a prick as of late and I want you to be the first to know I'm not going to mess with the divas anymore. I'll run things like they should, fist and hammer and start being the figure I need to be." His apology didn't mean nothing to her, all she wanted was for him to leave her alone and let her handle thing.
She sighed and looked down at his hand shake and the stains of spaghetti made her giggle to herself, did this man have any table manners. She stepped back and jacked the World Title on her shoulders as she looked down at his hand as he put that nasty mit away. She looked up at him and nodded her head in approval, "You know what apology accepted but one thing though MJ." He sensed it coming as he braced himself as her slap glanced off his chin and his head spun but he composed himself and stood their taking it like a man. She got right up in his face, "You ever try and screw me again like you tried at Beach Blast or any other time it'll be your small manhood that takes the hit next time." She paced off content she settled that, maybe even expecting MJ to blast her from behind but he stood there in his place and just turned looking at her. From the corner glance she noticed him checking his jaw and that brought joy to her as she entered Logans dressing room and the door shut. MJ checked his chin and smiled knowing the fed had a Champion that had moxy and fire, something it needed for a long time. Payton saunters to the ring with her cute little ass and disappears through the curtain as the hellcats music plays and the pyro goes off. Mike Johnson is a little to late to get to the pyro guys to attempt one of those Jeff Hardy like pyro mistakes but maybe its better not to wound your World Champion he thinks with an evil grin.}
[Commerical spot one last time for Halloween Horror 2011 PPV and back to the ring for The Main Event.]
{Ring area for the Main Event}
The lights at the top of the entryramp dim, then silver and green pyro fountains shoot upwards along the rim of the stage as 'Crush 'em' by Megadeth begins to play. The screen shows quick clips of Draka performing various moves in various old matches. Draka makes his way down the ring, shouting things to the crowd raising his arms, he jogs the last several steps and slides into the ring. As he gets up the montage ends with a clip of Draka getting blasted with a chair, getting up and nailing the chair into his opponent's face with a Big Boot. The scene then fades to show words across the screen... 'One time Tag Team Champion', then 'Two time Television Champion', then 'One time United States champion', then 'One time MCW Intercontinental champion' and finally 'Three time MCW World Champion'. Then the images fade to black and silver letters appear saying 'That's a Promise!'. Then the lighting returns to normal as the music fades.
"Step Up" by Drowning Pool bursts through the PA system flooding the arena, as the singing kicks in, Payton emerges and steps out onto the stage. She stands looking out over the crowd taking in the atmosphere. She looks down to the ring grinning to herself and makes her way down the ramp. She grabs onto the second rope and pulls herself up onto the ring apron. Up onto the second turnbuckle she raises her arm and soaks in the crowd’s reaction. She holds onto the top turnbuckle as she flips over the top rope and into the ring. Payton stands against the ropes, rotating her shoulders waiting for the bell. She raises the World Title above her head and hands it off to the referee. Bell sounds, we are ready for action.
Main Event: Payton -vs- Draka (Non-title) standard rules matchup
-Results: Payton ready for action and here we go fans as they lock up and Draka quickly backing her into the corner showing more aggression then usually as he clubs down with the hard shots to the head as she falls to her ass in the corner. He stands over her with a grin as she glares up at him with a dazed look as he stomps down on her. She reaches up and grabs his waistband of his ring gear and pulls him into the corner as his face connects with the top buckle. A slight thud of air leaves his body on the impact as she quickly crawls out of the corner. She turns but is shocked as the massive clothesline powers her down with a harsh move comes a dizzying blur in her mind. She struggles to her knees as he is on her like no other and stands over her as she is on her hands and knees and he stands over her back. Draka jumps up with a body smash as she turns over and place the well found knees into his nuts. He crumples to his one knee as she quickly rises from the prone disadvantage and sends a running double leg dropkick to his face as he is still on his knees. The shot rocks him from the ring to the floor where he recovers and she fires up her momentum as she stands near the opposite side ring ropes.
She bounces up and down to get the blood flowing again, to catch that shot of adrenaline to clear her cobwebs. The lingering effects of the recent Clothesline from a near 300 pound man still buzzed her mind. She shook it off before he could recover and broke out into a run for the opposite side of the ring. Payton launched herself over the top rope with a Sin Cara like Plancha just as Draka rose up, and just as he moved with great reflexes out of the diving shot which surely would of stopped his chance to rise up. A sickening thudd landed on her head and her back as she crashed hard on a thin mat of protection from the unforgiving concrete. Payton lay there as she quickly followed her ring training to track her enemy. Where was he? She struggled to her stomach and finally to her knees as the blinding shot of the boot to her pretty face glanced quickly off her. It was like someone out of nowhere punched her in the mouth. She went down hard with the shot as Draka grinned and she went limp for a second as all went black. She felt the numb feeling in her face as she tried to recover or lose this matchup. She felt his hands grip her long beautiful hair as he grabbed her up. She staggered as he tossed her into the ring and she lay there on her back. Draka quickly headed to the top buckle sizing her up, he had her where he wanted her. She was his for the kill and this top rope legdrop was going to end it for good...some World Champion she is he scoffed in his mind with a smile.
Payton's world spun in front of her as she tried her best to get to her feet and this is what lead to this moment. She had to recover as she looked up at the hulking figure diving down on her, her instincts told her different as she rolled quickly to the ropes as trained. She could hearing the sickening thudd of his tailbone hitting the ring mat and even a well placed guard or protection drop would of done a normal man in, but this was Draka. He had shorter recovery time on a botched move then her. She had to fight, she as World Champion and if she lost this they would call her run a fluke and the history books would show her as another Woman Champion who couldn't hack it. She gritted her teeth as he approached and was right over her as she sent the punches to his midsection as hard as she could with persision like trained to make sure she followed up with a kidney shot. The punch would give her time to get to her feet. She rose quickly and a dropkick placed just on his chest as he fell back but wasn't defeated. Draka eyed her down as he rose up as she charged and the well placed knee found its mark on his chin as he loved the fight in her. She was winning as she was quickly on him with the ground and pound as he fought off the punches to his head. He glanced quickly over at the referee out of place as he pushed her into him for a get away.
Payton struggled to get out of the referees tangle admist his complaining as she roses up and glared at the massive boot that moved towards her face as she fell into the ring corner on her back almost out cold. She couldn't let the brain switch itself off as she fought its affects off her mind. Quickly she was dragged to feet and bent over in a very unprecarious position. She was lifted into the air as her head swimmed and she looked at the lights, she was in a powerbomb and was about to be put down hard on the ring mat. She thought quickly cause in his move its only a matter of time before your toasted. She took the move as she felt the back of her head hit the mat really hard but caught something of an error as he released the move she quickly reached up and grabbed his arm as she fell and pulled him into an armbar. She didn't know if it was years of matches with Saidogai but the move worked as Draka struggled with the arm bar!
Draka quickly reached for her as she fell to the ring mat but his arm was trapped. She yanked hard on the arm bar, damn she was strong he thought but he could feel his elbow about to pop if he didn't do something. He glared quickly down at her as she smiled up at him as he stood on his feet. He used his power as he picked her up to try and stop her momentum. Yet, if he dropped her on the mat she might pop his elbow and he'd be out again. He picked her up and moved to the ring buckle pushing her body and his into the ring buckle. She wouldn't let go like a bulldog with a steak in his teeth! She dropped to the ring corner and slinked out of the ring, now his arm was trapped between the ring buckle and the metal clipping holding the ring corner together. The referee broke in as she broke it off on a 4 1/2 count, the sneaky little vixen using all the count. He struggled to the ring middle of the ring getting blood to his arm. He had to mount a comeback or he was finished and a loss to the World Champion wasn't good for business. He coached himself as he was determined to finish this, even the referee grinned a little at him as if to say she is a touch bitch isn't she, better you then me pal. Draka scoffed him away from his vision and turned back to find her.
He turned but it was to late as she locked her arms behind him with the Cobra Clutch. Damn she was fast as she picked him up the best she could and slammed him hard to the ring mat. Draka's head swimmed on the impact and within a minute he tried to situp but it was to little to late as she crashed down on him with the Arabian Facebreaker! The impact wasn't what got him but the knee that hit him square on the jaw knocked him silly. His head went dazed as his mind swimmed at the force of a 130 pound knee hitting him in the chin and jaw with that impact and speed.
Payton quickly looked down at him as she locked his legs in the pin attempt as the referee counted one...two...three! She couldn't believe it as she rolled off him and lay in the middle of the ring catching her breath. She glared over at him knowing him as a man not to attack someone after the matchup. She noticed him not there as the proverbial red flags blared in her mind! She braced for a stomp or a chairshot and finally caught sight of him kneeling on the ring floor holding his arm. The armbar she had stolen from Saidogai after their many matches payed dividends. He glared up at her with anger and she took it as her sign to exit slowly to the back. She back pedalled just in case he had a change in virtue and disappeared to the back sore and holding the MCW World Title. She survived another opponent and on instinct, training, skill and will power she overcame a very touch challenge but knew this wasn't the last she would hear of Draka and this World Title anytime soon.
[Payton stands in the middle of the ring celebrating to a mixed crowd who is booing and cheering. Draka hops over the ring barrier to the exit to regroup. From the back from Vlad with a pair garden sheers in one hand and some barbed wire wrapped around his shoulder. He holds a Katana blade in one hand and just stands their with a grin and points the sword at her. He does the whole checking the blade thing for sharpness, yes its cheesy but we got to build up to our Pumpkin Carver matchup somehow. We could have him do a Gallagher routine with the sword and a pumpkin but the Champion stands her ground in the ring with the World Title layed out in front of her and a ring chair in hand. Vlad taunts her on the ring ramp, is she ready for this type of match at PPV. She better be cause Vlad looks like he is ready to carve...her...up! (tooth pick throw) The show ends with the two glaring at each other from ring ramp entrance to the ring.]
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