Post by MikeJ on May 6, 2011 12:24:34 GMT -8
Lethal Lottery PPV
April 29th, 2011
Live in Washington, DC
The Verizon Center
Opening Dark Matchup: Bryan Deas =vs= Rey Del Tigre in a Hell in a Cell Matchup to settle the fued! Pinfalls and submissions to win! Pedro and Mafia banned from ringside.
-Results: Tonight we end this as the cell door is closed and we are ready for some action. Deas exits the ring walking on the outside floor as he pulls the tables from under neath the ring. He tosses them at ring side, same with some chains and a big ass chain that looks like about 100 feet long. He enters the ring rubbing his hands together as the two men meet in the middle of the ring glaring at each other. Deas shakes his head with hate as he eyes down one of his most hated opponents. Deas laughs and shoves him to the mat by his face and charges. Rey is up but is clubbed in the back of the head. Deas is firing down on him and he is not stopping as he picks up Rey and backbreaker down onto his knees. He holds him in the side slam and turns dropping him to the ring floor Matt Morgan like! Deas taking his time as he heads out to the apron, and for those who don't follow MCW this is a cage match with a walk around floor on the ring if that doesn't Dawn on anyone.
Deas in complete control as he picks up Rey and sends him head first into the side of the cage as it shakes a bit. Deas laughs as he shoves the face of Rey into the cage and Rey is not doing so hot, "Not flying around now are you little taco muncher! Yeah fuck you Pedro your next!" Deas lately has been questioned as to his focus in Marlow Omni and that pisses him off. He screams at Pedro losing his focus and Rey fires back with an elbow to the mush. He rifles off some shots to the gut and to his knees he jumps and lands a nicely placed kneelift to the ugly mugg of Deas. Deas staggers back and he is rocked, he is slammed with elbows as Rey runs for the ring apron, but Deas grabs him by the back of the mask and turns sending him into the cage!!! The shot almost ripped the mask off the face of Rey.
Deas laughs as he grabs up the ring chair and he places Reys face between the ring steps and Deas boot holds him in place. Deas rares up and brings the ring chair down on his neck and head. Rey screams in pain as Deas lowers and does choking pushups on his throat. Deas laughs as the referee telling him to hold off on the neck. Deas snaps, he grabs the referee and head over heels off the apron to the ring cage! Deas is going insane as the referee oddly in a Hell in a Cell match calls for the ring bell to end this before someone gets hurt. Deas is raging as he grabs the referee, locks in the Last Ride and down into the concrete floor. Deas unpeels the mat from the ring floor and here comes Eric Marlow! Deas is going to kill this young Rey if someone doesn't stop him. Deas puts Rey into the ring as he glares at Eric through the cage, "You son of a bitch! You never wanted me! You used me Eric!" Deas is out of his mind as Marlow tries to reason with him not to do something stupid.
Deas rolls into the ring as he laughs and picks up the tables setting them stacked. He pulls the lighter fluid from his pocket and after putting some tacks and barbed wire on the table he lights the table on fire. Marlow is calling for security and medics to get out here. Deas picks up Rey and sets him on the top buckle. He hops up and locks in he piledriver as Marlow is trying to reason with him. Rey is in trouble as Deas picks him up...Piledriver through the table from hell!!!! Reys neck lands awkwardly but he is moving his arms and legs so Deas didn't kill him. Deas laughs as Rey lays there telling the referee he needs help.
Pedro storms the ring as Marlow trying to stop him as Pedro rushes to Rey crying. Deas stops and turns a quick glare as security trying to stop Deas! He runs and clotheslines Pedro as he wraps the chain around his neck and runs hanging him over the top rope! Pedro screams for help as security finally saves him from Rey's fate. Deas is so out of control Marlow rushes the ring and tazers him with one of the security officers stun guns, "Get him the hell to the back he has a matchup still tonight, damn it Deas I'm done with your wreckless ass! Someone get this cleaned up!" Marlow is not happy as he walks to the back, a very pissed look on his back. Security and refs carry the match victims to the back. Rey looks to be in a good amount of pain, but we'll see how he is for his match in a bit with Clea against Diamond/Vlad. Medics work on him...
Kaytor leads the way for the MCW World Champion, as he escorts Matthew to his dressing room. There is no conversation between the two as the champion is getting himself mentally ready for his challenge tonight. They move quickly through the corridors, the rather large man that Apollo is just shoves bystanders out of the way. Planting a face into the wall, or tossing a torso though a doorway.
Kaytor stops and opens the rooms door, letting his escort in, quickly shutting the door behind him and standing in the hallway. Suddenly there is a loud scream, a blood curdling one. Glass breaking, furniture snapping. The door swinging open as the maddening face of Xstatic appears, half of his face in makeup; just barely on.
Xstatic:” Marlow…get…him…NOW…”
Kaytor snaps to and heads off looking for the media mogul. The camera turning back to the half painted face of one Matthew Johnson, the rage building in his eyes, the hatered coming through to the lens. Just before the camera is shoved away its image makes out the hairbrush of his wife, strands of her hair still on it…
Xstatic:” And…the…games…afoot…”
The camera fades as we hear a laugh, a bone chilling squeal rather that continues and continues. Louder and louder, not even stopping for a breathe….
[Camera goes black and reopens the live show here in DC]
The pay per view has a slow fade in from black as Lethal Lottery’s main theme, song by Naturally Seven begins to play...
The footage of the nights stars showcase their emotions, as the MCW World Championship is super imposed over them. Another slow fade, to Said who sits in a room alone in his thoughts. Another fade, this time to Marc Styles as he warms up using the weights. Fade to Payton and Tony standing in a room, facing off from one another. Nyla Dupree slipping her boots on, unwavered by the cameras movements around her. Deas is shown next rocking back and forth in some dark corner of the arena. Fading to Rey Tiger putting his mask on while he turns away from the camera. Vlad stares at a monitor and a glimpse of the world strap, his hand touching the screen. Another splice, as Clea walks into a room and leaves a special package for someone. Swtiching to an upclose profile of Blake Sanders, with an intense look on his face. Diamond stepping out of a cab looking out at the arena, and the flashing sign in the background proclaiming the lottery is here. Finally, the screen fades to black as we slowly see the clown prince in full makeup, slowly emerge from the darkness, holding his world title in the air, his face sneering….
Pyro triggers. A bright flash. The sound of what could be thunder.
The crowd goes wild as the production staff quickly cut to all of their camera angles showing the vast sea of people crammed into this complex. Signs held high. Voices screaming. The place is a sell out, and the place is full of electricity.
Ross:” Ladies and gentlemen, we are live with the Lethal Lottery from Washington D.C.’s Verizon Center smack dab in the middle of our nations capital!”
Stan:” Can you feel it, Ross?! Can you feel the electricity of this place!?”
Ross:” I’ve been feeling it for weeks since Eric Marlow announced it!”
Stan:” Anyone can walk out of here with the belt tonight!”
Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. The crowd’s reaction is to get louder, the camera’s unable to pick up anything from the lightless complex. The MCW-Tron comes to life, showing a black and white film from what look’s like the 50’s. It appears to be some sort of rally, or protest, showing a man near one microphone as he shouts:
Man: “There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part…”
The scene flashes to Mike Johnson with Tracy Beeseck laughing it up inside of a limo…
Flash back to the black and white film of the man:
Man: “You can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels…”
The scene once again flashes to Mike Johnson and Tracy Beeseck looking at stacks of money in front of them, laughing even harder…
Flash back to the black and white film of the man:
Man:”…upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop…”
For the final time the scene flashes, showing Mike Johnson falling to the mat having his heart attack…another flash…Tracy Beeseck blindsided by a steel chair at the hands of Bryan Deas.
There is a moment of silence.
Ross:” Here we go folks!”
Stan:” And this is gonna catch everyone off guard!”
Ross:”Wait…what have you heard!?”
Stan:” Shut up, Ross and find out!”
The words “The Revolution Has Finally Come” appear on the MCW-Tron; the crowd now getting into what is appearing in front of them as a round of applause is started, getting louder by each passing second. Fans stomping on the floors…on the screen they see several fist pumping into the air, and a deep sounding bass sound is heard…
Linkin Park’s Wretches and Kings begins to crank out, the screen showing scenes of protest and general civil unrest. Various images and scenes in black and white flashing across the MCW-Tron, all with one main theme; the public up against the establishment.
Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen…please the new CEO of MCW, Matthew Johnson!”
Ross:” What!? Oh my lord!”
Stan:” Yes!”
Announcer:”…and the CEO of Marlow Omnimedia, Eric Marlow!”
Ross:” How the hell!?”
Stan:” I told you! I told you it was gonna catch you off guard!”
Out from the curtain comes a face paintless Matthew Johnson, wearing a black suit with Eric Marlow close behind him. Kaytor comes out next, ever the body guard, looking over the crowd as he slowly follows the two main men of this group. No one else from the stable emerges, just the three; the cameras follow them while they make their way to the ring. Kaytor quickly moves up to the apron, climbing onto the edge and holding the ropes down for his bosses. The crowd response is the same before, loud and clearly for this stable of men. Cameras cutting to each image of the crowd, all seem to be in unison. The ring announcer hands Eric Marlow the microphone…
He holds his hand up, and with that it gestures for the thousands to become quiet…
Eric Marlow:” First and foremost… I want to personally thank you for attending tonight. You have broken a box office record for the Verizon Center, with tickets being sold out in the first five minutes once it opened. And for those at home…for making this the most successful buyrate in pay per view history of Marlow Omnimedia….”
The crowd begins to applaud the announcement…but once more Eric holds his hand up…
Eric Marlow:” These are just the baby steps…we will be tested soon, but we all together must join as one…to fight the machine known as Mike Johnson…”
The crowd boo’s. Matthew moving around, his title slung over his shoulder as he listens to Eric continue…
Eric Marlow:” You have seen that what I promised, as come true. I am here for…you. We did this for you…I did this….”
He points to Matthew Johnson…
Eric Marlow:”…for you.”
Matthew nods, clapping his hands…
Eric comes over and pats the back of Matthew Johnson, handing him the microphone…
Matthew Johnson:” I…..I have had a problem for a long while. I have had to live a double life because of it. That problem grew and grew. It became a plague. It was a virus that consumed all it touched…that virus was called….Mike Johnson…”
He hands his title over to Eric as he begins to walk around to each ring post, talking to the crowd…
Matthew Johnson:” We have taken several steps. First, the elimination of my father…and his “friends”. Secondly, Eric told all of you to trust in our words; that we were true to them. And thirdly, just hours ago…with the Board of Directors dissolved the ownership of MCW to Mike Johnson, and hearby granted me executive powers to run this company…”
The crowed reacts wildly, the roar almost deafening…
Matthew Johnson:” So tonight, our commitment to you will go even further. Tonight we begin the Lethal Lottery, a fight to win a chance at anytime for the MCW World Championship….anyplace…anywhere…”
Matthew Johnson:” Something my father would never have done. My father was, and still is a selfish man. He cannot let go the fact that MCW will never be his again. That he should stay away…”
Matthew Johnson:” Dad…make all the sad videos you want to. I have directed the Production Truck to let in your whore Tina Sweet in at anytime she feels the need to slip a video of you into our show. I know you all too well, and I know all too well what is going on behind the scenes with Clea, you…and my precious Pandora…”
He looks down at the mat, and it seems as if a switch has been flipped on…the voice of the clown coming from his very throat…
Matthew Johnson:” Just beware what you fuckin’ wish for bitch…tonight could be very eye opening for you…”
He laughs insanely, handing the microphone to Eric.
Eric Marlow:” Oh little miss Clea, how uneffective your little plan has become to be. I know where your at all times, I know what your up to….You see, you don’t get to the top without knowing what your enemies are doing at every moment….”
Eric smiles…
Eric Marlow:” You work with Tina. Go right ahead. He hold Pandora hostage…you appear here, you get arrested my dear…”
He points up at the MCW-Tron where it is shown that a dozen unmarked cars are outside of the arena, lights flashing and suit clad men standing around.
Eric Marlow:” It’s called a federal offense…look into it. Things are not all what they seem, and I see a huge surprise for you tonight…”
Eric Marlow:” As for everyone else…this is your night. This is your time! You have the ball…what you do with it…it’s your choice!”
He drops the microphone as Linkin Park’s Wretches and Kings begins to play out once again…
The camera fades in from the video package to show Draka, seated in someone's locker room, leg in the metal bracing still to protect and support his injured knee. A phone is to his ear, he's smiling as he speaks into the phone...
Draka:" Yeah babe. I'm at the show now... once it's over I'll head back to the hotel.. Yeah, sounds good. I'll make sure dinner and some drinks are waiting for when you get there. Okay, sweetness. I'll see you later."
Draka shuts the phone to hang it up, then notices the cameraman
Cameraman: " Hey Draka...good to see you here. Who was that on the phone and what are you up to?"
Draka: " I was on the phone with someone.. close to me. That's all you need to know and what I'm doing here is being here to show support for a couple friends of mine, one of which has a couple very important matches at the show. In fact, Payton should be here any moment... being as it's her locker room. Good a time as any to announce I'll be at MCW shows from now until my leg is fully recovered to help with autographs and meet and greets to get the fans interested and making this company and it's employees money. Plus it'll be good interacting with the fans again. Gotta go now, don't need a crowd in here for when Payton arrives."
The camera bobbles a bit as the cameraman nods, the camera backing up, the view fading to black...
[In a seperate part of the arena we see Clea leaving X's locker room.]
Again the view is switched out back of the arena as the audience sees a limo come to a screeching halt outside. The driver leaps out of the car to open the door, as the MCW’s General Manager gets out. The crowd reacts inside with a loud wave of heat as they also see the once kind face of Matt Scythe following close behind. Not so kind words are directed towards the driver from the GM about his driving abilities and what his looks reminded Tony of.
Matt walked out front and opened the door, Tony stopping dead in his tracks looking at it…
A handprint in red paint on the door.
(Commerical)
*Stan: Fans we are back and its time to see who is going to the final Lethal Lottery match of the night as our first match features Diamond and Vlad taking on Rey Tigre and Clea!
*Ross: Rey took a hard ass kicking earlier and Deas is not playing around...
*Stan: Is he ever? (scoffs and both laugh) None the less lets head to the ring this should be a good matchup. I am hearing Rey will be out here although he is beat up he will be here to help Clea!
Opening matchup:
[To conserve time Vlad and Diamond walk out together to the sounds of Vlad music as the fans light up and Diamond looking delicious as always and Vlad looks intense and always ready for a good fight. They enter the ring on opposite sides, both are familiar with each other enough.....following from the back to the sounds of Cleas music walks Clea fast pace walking as to not be seen with Rey. Rey limps from the back as they enter the ring, not together.]
Match 1: Lethal Lottery Main Event Qualifier (winner of the tag match goes onto the Main Event later tonight)
Diamond/Vlad
-vs-
Rey Tiger /Clea
-Results: Rey earlier suffered at the hands of Deas and apparently it was only a stinger and Rey is at about 35 percent but he is out here and Clea is not happy as Vlad glares down Diamond who isn't paying him no heed either. The reason for this whole thing is to mix those up who hate each other and force them to work together. Clea telling Rey to heal on the ring apron as she mocks him and pats him on the head and he is in no condition to complain or his ass will start with Vlad. She shakes her head taking a clothesline as Vlad pounds down on her with the kicks, he smiles at his lover and laughs as she kinda grins as well like old times. He backs her into the corner as he fires her to the other side, Vlad sets up and Diamond across the ring apron and yanks Clea down to the ring mat by her hair and laughs. Clea landing on the back of her head and hold on Rey around the ring corner and up the top buckle, Diamond pulls him down into the ring corner. She paces the ring floor as Vlad tosses Rey to the floor, roll up by Clea but Vlad kicks out. He gives Diamond the fake bitch slap sign as she tags in unimpressed. Vlad moves to the outside as Clea is hurt. Rey back on his side, and side kick out of frustration by Clea sends him to the ring floor!!! She is not happy one damn bit, and Rey wants to win that World Title up slowly on the ring apron.
*Stan: Clea? How do you win if your kicking your opponents ass? (laughs)
*Ross: I think it is safe to say she doesn't like him very much...you know I got to ask this question...
*Stan: No you really don't have to...(grins)
*Ross: I'm asking anyhows....(glares at him) are we gonna see any making out between Clea and Tina?
*Stan: Hop up there and ask her yourself. Tina is in the front row, you want to ask MJ's woman a stupid question?
*Ross: What is MJ gonna do? He is chasing homo's around Vienna.
*Stan: Your words are gonna get you the hell knocked out son!
Clea getting mauled as Diamond rifles down on her with the armbar shots to the shoulder. She whips her head over feet to the ring mat and standing crossover armbar submission! She has it locked good and that arm of Clea is in position to be hyper extended. Clea fighting for the ropes and finally she gets them as Diamond breaks the move, stomping down on her hand trying to break the bones. Diamond grabbing that Voodoo doll and shows it off to the fans. Rey snatches it from her as she swings a slap, he drops to the ring floor and leg trips her, flicks the doll to Pedro! Rey still hurt from that opening dark match with Deas! He took a hard piledriver off the top buckle and lucky he isn't dead. Marlow saving Rey from further death. Clea rolls up a Diamond who is arguing with Pedro and Vlad in to break the roll up as he pulls her off. Vlad spins Clea around and traps her in the corner and chops to the chest, he does this about 7 times as Clea in a world of pain. Diamond to the ring apron without a tag as Vlad hiptosses Clea to her corner as she tags in the zippy Rey. Rey working on a V6 Engine instead of the normal 12 as Vlad grins and they lock up. Vlad slamming those clubbing blows into the hurt back of Rey and locks in the abdominal stretch. Rey hiptosses him over and off the ring ropes as Vlad catches him on the run with a spinning backbreaker, but Rey lands on his feet. He tries the code breaker but Diamond reaches out and pulls him down to the ring mat by his hair.
*Stan: Rey just can't get any love.
*Ross: Or a shower, dude smells.
*Stan: I think that's you...Vlad and Diamond need to work together to get this done!
Vlad turns and tags her in and knows he has to work with her to advance. She pushes him away to his corner mouthing at him as Vlad getting a little pissy. Clea is not happy as she circles around the ring corner and pulls Vlad down, she glares at him complaining as he clotheslines her to the ring floor. She is hurt as he picks her up and pitches her into the second row over the barrier. In the ring Rey off the run as he nails the dropkick on Diamond. Quickly he grabs her arm in a vice and up the ring buckle, jumps on the top rope...Vlad pulls the top rope down on him! Rey crashes as Diamond tells him she can do this as Clea back over and battling with her lover Vlad. Diamond blows the magic dust into the eyes of Rey, she nails the Facebuster and looks down at him, "Let me show you how its done Mexican!" She launches springboard off the ring ropes Crystal Flash {springboard split legdrop}!!! She pins him as the referee counts one...two...three!!! This one is over as Vlad and Diamond will head to the final Main Event match against each other to try and win that MITB contract! Clea and Vlad break up the fighting and move there opposite ways, but Clea has her sights set on Rey who is in big trouble. She is not happy he cost her this matchup and MITB opportunites.
*Stan: Clea has that look in her eye, she is not happy!!!
*Ross: Not a good night to be King Tiger!
*Stan: He is going to get killed this should be interesting!
*Ross: Run Tiger...run!! (laughs)
Clea stands there on the apron in total disbelief, in shock that her chance at the top prize of this company has slipped through her fingers because of an inept tag team partner. The crowd cheers as Vlad and Diamond exit the ring, battered but victorious. On the other hand Clea looks on as her partner, Rey Tiger tries to pick up his tortured body from the mat. The crowd still clapping hard when they see out from nowhere Clea grabbing Rey and swinging him hard into the corner turnbuckle. Shock is cried out, Clea beyond her very being as she delivers several European uppercuts to Rey, his face snapping back and forth from each collision. She grabs his hand and swings him out of the ropes into a clothesline from hell, his head smacking the mat hard.
Ross:” You think she’s pissed!”
Stan:” Not at all! She’s just letting off some….HOLY SHIT!”
Clea gets airborne and comes down across the neck of Rey Tiger with a massive leg drop. Rey spasming, clutching his throat. Clea getting up as the camera’s catch a twinkle in her eye…
Ross:” She is out for blood!”
Stan:” Another side of her we’ve only seen on rare occasions!”
Clea grabs Rey, his body damn near limp as she steadies him on his feet. The crowd goes silent, and in that very second, in that very heartbeat, she leaps up and dropkicks the man square into his face. The impact shattering bone, ripping blood vessels as his body crashes onto the mat. Blood pouring from under his mask, Clea’s head snapping around as she catches a hint of the red crimson. She falls down, slithering up Rey’s body…her tongue darting out.
Ross:” I think the censors better get ready here!”
Stan:” Oh god not now…this is gonna be good!!”
She smiles as her tongues licks at the blood flowing freely from the unconscious body of Rey Tiger, the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. A hand grabs her shoulder, forcing her upwards. Her eyes wide as she catches a glimpse of the face, her mouth dropping open in awe. A quick kick to her gut, the motion in slow motion, followed by the rapid movement of the dismembering Stun Gun…
Ross:” OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN!!”
Her ears picking up the words from above as she fades out, eyes rolling back into her skull…
Speakers:” Out of time…So say goodbye…what is yours…now is mine…”
The crowd screaming as the camera’s quickly pick up the face of one Chris Pillman looking down at the limp body of Clea. His mouth turning upwards into a sneer, as he places his thumb across his throat and slides it across…his music playing by Shamans Harvest plays in the background, being drowned out from the crowds overwhelming voices. The MCW staff come running down, slidding into the ring. Some holding off Pillman as they look to the needs of Rey Tiger and Clea…
Ross:” Unbelievable fans…just unbelievable the carnage we have just witnessed…”
Stan:” What the hell!? Why!? What!? Holy jesus what he hell was Pillman thinking!”
The production crew decide to stay with the action in the ring as they catch a glimpse of Chris Pillman taking off his belt. The lens panning over to Rey Tiger as the staff hoist him over to a stretcher, there movements thoughtful and well placed as even a neck brace is placed around his neck. From out of the corner we spy Pillman unload on a couple of Staff, and grabs a handful of Clea’s hair…some might say they heard a scream come from her throat, well others would argue it didn’t even appear as if she was all there. The crowd gasping as Pillman wraps the belt around her neck and shoves her over the top rope.
Screams from the waves of fans as they witness Clea hanging there over the top rope. Pillman face red with anger, his eyes rolling up in his head. The staff trying to help her limp body the others fighting to get the belt out of Chris’s hands.
He finally releases the belt, her body dropping with a thud to the ground.
Ross:” This is just unthinkable…a blatant act of…”
Stan:” A homicidal man!? This guy is freakin’ nutso! The stalker has finally struck!”
Ross:” Fans…we’ll try to um…we’ll try to keep you inform of the conditions of both Rey Tiger and Clea…”
Stan:” I told you this would happen with that guy! She should’ve put out!”
Chris Pillman walks backwards up the ramp, smiling still at his handy work, the staff trying to get him from the area….
(Viewtron kicks on cutting from the scene)....
The show fades to black as the words…this July…from MCW Films…
Voice:” His wife and kids killed in front of him…”
The video shows sporadic views of a minivan in a hail of semi-automatic fire. The vehicle riddled with bullet holes.
Voice:” From the very people he tried to put behind bars…”
Another series of sporadic images of a courtroom where a judges hammers his gavel and what looks like a mafia boss smiles…
Voice:” With no where to go…he must take the fight to them…”
An explosion, car flipping into the air. Images flashing of men firing machine guns, more explosions…
Voice:” Logan Hunter is…”
Images of Logan inside a black spray painted supped up 1969 Mustang Fastback, firing a gun through the shattered window…
Voice:” Mack Bolan…The Executioner…”
One last image as Logan walks up to a man on the ground and unloads his .44 automag…
Voice:” Starts July 26th…in theaters everywhere…Rated R…”
{Right after the promo the viewtron is suppose to kick off and cue back on to the normal match stuff but another MJ video appears on the screen. The fans jump to there feet, and some cheer and some boo.}
[An image of a figure in a dark trench coat is seen pacing quickly through the streets of Vienna as we see only the waist up but assuming the sightings in Europe of Mike Johnson this is clearly him. The figure walks to a dark alley and moves into the darkness. He turns and looks at the camera only seeing his dark figure. He moves with a quick pace into the night...Mike Johnson returns plays across the screen.]
(Backstage Marlow and Face are glaring at the moniter as a worried look comes over there face, and they break into a laugh enjoying a good moment)
*Marlow: I don't know if it was a good idea to let Tina do her thing with the production truck, that hokey shit is doing nothing but bringing the rating down. Mike was always a dramatic one...not like it matters. Look tonight, we focus on Lethal Lottery and winning that MITB contract.
*Face: Did you say something Eric? I fell asleep watching that Johnson promo...is this guy for real? He is done, history...
*Marlow: We got a company to run buddy, let him run around Europe pretending to be Sting...he is nothing.
*Face: I can have some of my lower key guys go down there and rough him up, they need a vacation. (laughs)
*Marlow: Leave him alone...focus on Lethal Lottery. We'll deal with him and his family and that nosy Clea if we have to later. Pillman already did the deed and worked her over good. (grins)
(A knock on the door send Eric to the door as he opens it and there standing is Tina Sweet, Summer Johnson, and the entire Johnson clan)
*Tina: Eric we need to talk....
*Eric: (slams the door shut) NO!!!! (laughs at Face) There like cockroaches these Johnson's you just can't get rid of them, damn!
*Face: (on his cellphone) Hey, can we get security down here we got some glory hounds bothering the boss. Thanks Dan! Done....now, onto kicking Marc and Deas ass!
{Gets up and heads for his matchup as he and Eric enjoy a moment at the sound of security ushering the Johnson's clan out of the building. Face takes the moment of peace at the door to leave for his contest. Eric stays back enjoying a good cigar watching the action on the 72 inch flat screen.}
*Eric: Good to be me! (grins)
(Commerical)
*Stan: Fans we are back to action and the ring cleaned up after that last brutal match, damn Chris Pillman snapped!
*Ross: Hell has no fury like a man you don't see coming?
*Stan: Your motta, about not knowing a man is coming?
*Ross: You know I can put out witty shit as well, you don't need to clip my balls.
*Stan: No comment...lets head to the ring.
[Just like before Scarface and Payton walk out to the ring, its been an interesting week for these two trying to revisit the NAW days but to no avail they still hate each other. Face trying to be the gentlemen as he motions for her to enter the ring as she tells him to take a hike and rolls in on her own power....Following out to the sounds of Styles music is Deas and Styles...well only Deas cause Styles waits till Deas is in the ring before coming out. He hides his face in embarassment as he laughs and rolls into the ring avoiding Deas.]
Match 3: Lethal Lottery Main Event Qualifier Matchup
Scarface/Payton
vs
Marc Styles/Bryan Deas
-Results: A very proud and confident Deas ready to lock up with Face. Face ignoring him as they get ready to lock it up and here we go with our second matchup as Face backing Deas into the corner and letting him out as he circles back around. Deas is on edge tonight as he pushes Face to the mat, "You don't disrespect me you hear me your not better then me!" Deas getting a little mouthy as Marc screams at him to stay focused and Payton just grins as she watches. Face to his feet as he gets in Deas face boring a hole in his forehead as he ranges off some punches to the head quickly. He backs Deas into the corner and short running clothesline. He picks up Deas, and bodyslam into the ring mat. Face picks him up, another bodyslam, another one...picks him up and does this 5 times as Deas back pedals into the corner looking for a tag. Payton snickers as Marc tags himself in and Face looks to Payton telling her to rest and take a break. She tags herself in and gives him a dirty look and walks into a Marc Styles clothesline. MS off the short run, another one as she quickly gets up and quick snap Powerslam pin...Face breaks up the pinfall. He grabs Marc by the hair and sends him over the top rope on his ass! Payton sets up, over the top rope she dives onto him with a forearm smash!!! She tosses him into the ring and tags in Face who is on the attack.
*Stan: Face and Payton working well here as Face and Styles battle in the corner, and hard shots by Face to Styles!
*Ross: Both of these men are worthy World Title contenders...hell everyone is but Deas, dude is goofy as a disney fucken character.
*Stan: (laughs) I always wanted to kick the hell out of Donald Duck, hated him.
*Ross: I wanted to bang Minnie Mouse, not the actual mouse but the chick in the costume.
*Stan: How do you know it was a chick?
*Ross: Your telling me it wasn't
*Stan: Oh Jesus Ross!
Face locking in the overhead arm bar and clubbing shots to the sternum and rocks him again! Face working him as he picks him up, atomic drop to the corner as Marc back pedals out and takes a shot to the back of the head!!! Deas has had enough as he breaks into the ring, Payton runs around Face and Lou Thez Press! She wails down on him as Face laughs and picks up Marca nd sends him to the floor. Marc is far from done as he reenters, clubbing Face in the back of the head. He locks in the Sitout Powerbomb and drives Face into the ring mat. He sends him over the top rope on his ass as Payton is in trouble. Marc grabs her up in the full nelson as he motions to Deas to get her. Deas stalks her and punches to the midsection. He grabs her face taunting her, "Does the little woman feel a little a pain!" Deas laughs as Payton back kicks Marc in the junk, Face over and hotshot on the top rope sends Marc down to the mat. Face pulls him to the floor, Payton runs and leaping jump kick to the chest of Deas!
*Stan: Deas getting owned?
*Ross: (paranoid) Dude you don't think they would let guys wear that costume?
*Stan: Your still on that like a dirty condom? (Grins fucking with him)
*Ross: Dude this is not funny, that was a chick I banged in that costume right? Humor me buddy. (sad look)
*Stan: We got action dipshit, just get yourself checked after the show. (laughs his ass off and backs away from Stan)
*Ross: Right...I'll do that!
Payton looking to end this as she grabs up Deas from behind in the Cobra Clutch Suplex and plants him on his head and neck into the ring corner, "How you like that feeling you ugly bastard!" Deas is hurt as she motions to Face who storms into the ring and picks up Deas, and locks in the Powerbomb and runs across the ring and drives him into the ring mat. He peels off, clubbing Marc off the apron. Payton heading to the top buckle The Triple Zee Arabian Press! She picks up Deas who is getting worked, gun motion to his head and locks in the Suicide Solution....drives Deas into the ring mat! Face has Marc on the ring apron in the powerbomb and runs driving him through the Canadian Announcers table!!! Payton pins Deas...one...two...three!!! This one is over as she rolls to the floor and back pedals to the back. Said from the back area as he just stands there as if ready to attack. Payton turns shocked as Said just grins and she also readies to fight. He wags his finger at her telling her she better watch her back. They both leave there own seperate ways.
Medics and refs check on Face and Marc as Scarface and Payton will move onto the final Lethal Lottery Main Event Matchup tonight.
(Commerical break for Stay Free Tampons as Mike Johnson's used image without his permission is shown with some humorous commentary from Pandora about how Mike needs to use these to relax a little and enjoy his retirement.)
[Back in the bosses office a tech walks into the room as Marlow is hanging with Face who is recovering with ice on his neck]
*Tech: Eric, you want us to tell Payton to take a break and run the TV Title match for later?
*Eric: (Grins looking at Face) You know what, she wants to be a World Champion then she is going to show me something. Tell her to get her ass out there and be a competitor, she is up again next. She doesn't like it, I'll strip her of the TV Title. Get lost!
*Tech: Yes sir! (leaves quickly)
*Eric: Take a break, (scoff) this is wrestling, the show must go on. No sense of work ethic from these wrestlers? See this is what Johnson has instilled in this damn fed! (grins fist bumping Face)
*Face: (on the cellphone) Derrick, tell Payton she is back on...(grins) I don't care if she complains, get her ass back out there now!
(Backstage the tech runs into Payton heading for her dressing room)
*Tech: Ms. Lee I have been informed by the bosses that your back on again now!
*Payton: I need some time to catch my breath I just battled with Marc and Deas, got a match with Said...then that damn Main Event you can't expect me....
*Tech: Sorry, bosses orders he said if you don't get out there he'll strip you of the title belt.
*Payton: (slams her palm into the Coke machine rocking it as she storms back to the ring area not happy) Damn it!
[Backstage security has escorted Tina, Summer Johnson, Fred Unicorn and Mike Jr out to the parking lot and made sure they dont reenter the rest of the night. The Johnson' have been kicked out of MCW. Tina is on the phone with someone.]
*Stan: Well we get to enjoy Payton a little more and this has to really make Said smile!
*Ross: He is going to pick the bones, she can't be 100% percent after that last match.
*Stan: (confident) It was a tag match, she'll be fine.
*Ross: (on the cellphone) Yes Dr. Howard...I think I need to make an appointment...(embarassed looks around) Yes it might be the STDs again. Right Monday at 5 in Dallas got ya. Thanks.
*Stan: (rubs his eyes laughing) Dude if I catch anything from you I'll nut you in the parking lot!
*Ross: Just a precaution...(worried)
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.
"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.
**Featured bout: Saidogai =vs= Payton for The TV Title belt in a standard style matchup.
*Stan: She looks pissed?
*Ross: Wouldn't you if the bosses forced you to defend the title after already battling?
*Stan: You can go and ask Eric and company to have mercy on her.
*Ross: Not quite. (Scratches his crotch and Stan moves over further)
-Results: Fans its that time as the ring is ready, the referee is prepared and the bell sounds but no one charges or moves, they study each other and pace around the ring waiting for the right lock-up. The center to the middle of the ring as Said backs off and stands in the corner as a feeling of pissed off nature enters Payton's eyes but she shakes her head. She waits on her knees eyeing him as he comes out of the corner and motions to the referee to check for foreign objects. Its totally out of his nature as the ref checks his boots and pads, he is playing mind games with her drawing her anger out. She motions to lock up as she turns quickly and drops from the ring floor and signs a couple of autographs with a smile. She looks back over her shoulder as Said out of nowhere charges a knee to her midsection stopping the games!
She buckles near the ring barrier caught off guard as she drops to her knees holding her midsection. He grins and turns pitching her into the ring, the actions are not of his custom but he is in no mood to play games and would love to end it in 5 so as to prepare for his next set of matches. He locks in the overhead arm bar and jacks her down to the canvas locking in the sitting armbar, she rolls quickly and armbars him back backing into the ring ropes. She sends him across, duck down and over he goes as he comes back around and high knee lift! The champ drags him up and bodyslams him, again picks him up and sends him into the corner. She charges, up the ring buckle he climbs as she crashes chest first. Quickly at a high pace he locks in the Legdrop Facebuster and drivers her into the ring mat with authority! He pins her as the ref counts and at two she kicks out, right into a triangle choke out!!! The referee quickly into position to check a tap out.
*Stan: A nice transaction from pin to submission, Said is the best at that in the fed.
*Ross: He just has such a great fluid motion from move to move...its to be complimented.
*Stan: Fans loving this great action and Payton just looking to survive the night.
Payton quickly looks around as she grabs the ring ropes to break the move. Said quickly breaks free, he turns bounces off the ropes for another high knee as she is laying prone on the ring mat near the ropes. She pulls the top rope as he barrels over and crashes. Quickly she regroups and hops over the top rope for a dive, Said moves...she lands on the ring apron, Said moves quickly and leg sweeps her as she crashes hard on the ring apron on her head, nice counter! Said lays her on her back on the apron and sends the Ricky Dragon like slamming chops down into her midsection as she screams in pain. He pushes her into the ring as he heads to the top rope as she rises up and he flies with sharp elbow to the top of the head. Said picks her up keeping the pace of the match and ground and pound as she tries to cover up and Said giving it to her as she lays there hurt and Said grins walking to the referee, "Better call the bell Jeff this one doesn't look like she is ready for tonight." Said showing a bit of confidence, its a big night for everyone and he has come into this contest a bit testy.
*Stan: Said showing no mercy this go around, a new confident attitude from a man who is tired of being overlooked maybe?
*Ross: Said has always been a confident one, a humble guy but tonight he just seems edgy.
*Stan: Hows that itch?
*Ross: I wasn't itching, I was just fucking with you.
*Stan: Sure you were!
Said slowly drags her up, but Payton fighting back as she rocks him with the shots to the mouth. She forearms him in the head, chops out the knees sending him to his knees and short dropkick to the face sends him rolling. She charges and picks him up, dropkick near the ropes sends him to the floor. Payton heading to the top rope as she flies with the dive, but Said nails the Superkick in mid-flight as she crashes to the ring floor!!! Said tossing her into the ring, sets up for the Breath of Fire (Buzz saw Kick)! She slowly rises, drops to her back as he misses the kick...she grabs him in the anklelock and has it locked in the middle of the ring!!! Said is trapped and she played him out as the referee runs to position to check. She has it locked in, so uncharacteristic of her style and nature. Said looking to tap out....
*Stan: Did she just pull out an Ankle Lock? I bet Said didn't see that coming.
*Ross: With an opponent like Saidogai you got to pull out surprises to catch him off guard.
*Stan: The man is a master at studying opponents, a complete package.
Said sends her to the ring floor with the power of his legs. He quickly is on the floor as he hobbles to her, Buzz Saw kick on the floor!!! She is hurt as Said picks her up, and Spine Buster into the ring steps!!! Said not playing games here as he tosses her into the ring. He picks her up in the Muscle Buster off the top buckle, but Payton rolls out of it behind him....Backstabber!!! She rolls him up in the pin as the referee counts one...two...thrrr!!! Said kicks out but Payton ontop of it as she locks in the Cobra Clutch Suplex and down into the ring mat! Payton up the buckle and signals to the fans for Triple Zee. She flies and nails The Arabian Press, straight into the pin.The referee counts one...two...three!!!
*Stan: Shocking win, she did it! She retains!
*Ross: Said is shocked, she eludes him...that title eludes him again!
*Stan: Noone has had more of a hard time getting title gold then this guy? What the hell?
She did it as a shocked Said can't believe he got caught in such a basic move, he thought he had her beat. He was about to Muscle Buster her into hell but she rolled out of it behind him and got the Backstabber, then Triple Zee! This goes to show that Payton can break out any move she needs to win. She quickly rolls to the floor as Said kneeling in the middle of the ring is not happy one damn bit. She heads to the back and doesn't even take time to taunt, she is hurt and Said was that close to a title. Will his luck change tonight at Lethal Lottery? He stops and glares at the fans and laughs a little, he will get his title back one way or another as he tags the fans hands staying true to his good guy nature. She and that title elude him again, maybe different fates with title belts await Said in the future.
(We are backstage as Marlow and Face are having a good time as they are walking from the buffet line after enjoying some good food as Said passes and Marlow stops him wiping his mouth with the napkin)
*Said: What?
*Marlow: What? Don't what me Said! You and everyone else wants to be the face of this company then lets start working on that! Do you superstars think this is some kind of vacation! Your back on next pal in that Lethal Lottery Matchup! (grins popping a grape in his mouth)
*Said: I was just in a match up! (gets in Eric's face as Face steps in between)
*Face: (glares at him) Don't even think about it Said, just get your narrow ass out there and do your job and win that match! Not our fault you can't beat a woman. (both him and Marlow laugh to each other)
*Said: You think your smart working us superstars in all these matches, dumbasses! Your gonna hurt your roster!
*Marlow: (gets in his face) I'm trying to be a nice guy, now you can get to the ring or you and Nyla will be out of Lethal Lotterys Main Event. Do you want to be the one to go and tell her you screwed her out of MITB opportunities. I think not! Get to the ring now, its a tag match you don't do anything anyhow. If you got a problem take it up with the Johnson's, this PPV is Mike's idea before he left...deal with him working everyone to the bone!
*Said: Fine! We aren't done here boys.
*Eric: To the ring now!
*Face: Hit the bricks Bruce Lee! (chases him away)
(Said turns and walks back to the ring area not happy as Marlow and Face enough a good moment to laugh at him)
*Eric: Jeez...people are lazy tonight!
*Face: (watches him leave) I got your back, you push the orders I'll muscle these chumps around.
*Eric: I love running my own company again...like old times.
*Face: Beat by a woman! Loser!
(They walk away to there dressing room area)
*Stan: Marlow and Face pushing there weight around and we get a double dose of Said!
*Ross: Nice pushing that on Johnson. (laughs)
*Stan: Said not happy as he follows Nyla out here as she tries to calm him.
*Ross: Nyla putting on a little weight?
*Stan: Fat in the ass?
*Ross: (motions to Nyla) Just look at her rolls.
*Stan: Hey dude, hop up there and tell her she is getting fat and see if she loosens your teeth moron!
*Ross: Your no fun!
*Stan: And your an idiot sometimes, Nyla is looking damn good.
*Ross: As in Mickie James chubby good...or Ms. Tessmaucher stripper good?
[Said and Nyla walk together as Said is not happy one damn bit and coming out to her music is not making him happy as they enter the ring and Said is a warrior though he is ready for battle. Nyla preparing in the corner as out next comes Dark Tiger and Blake the odd pairing. Blake his jovial self as he tosses the fans Klondike Bars and they are eating it up...get it, eating up the ice cream...never mind. They enter the ring to Blakes music as the teams are ready for action.]
Match 3: Lethal Lottery Main Event qualifier.
Said/Nyla
-vs-
Dark Tiger/Blake Sanders
-Results: Said in a foul mood as Nyla trying to talk some reason into him and Dark Tiger rushes at Nyla and pulls her to the ring mat and works her over with the stomps to the chest. Said shakes his head and goes to the corner not caring as he waits for the tag. DT grabs her up in the side effect and drives her down into the ring mat. DT pins her as the referee counts one...two...thrrr, she kicks out and DT locking in the headlock and picks her up as they back into ring ropes. Nyla with a shot to the midsection, and Said tags himself in as she is not one to happy and there arguing. Said takes a clothesline to the floor as he goes over the top. Nyla pulled off the ring apron by Blake as she winds up to fight and he hands her a Klondike bar? She eyes it and says what the hell and hops up on the corner eating her Klondike Bar with a smile. Blake scratches his head, his plan didn't work as he returns to his corner. DT tags him into the match as Said breaks into the ring and spears down Blake clubbing on him with ground and pound.
Blake off the ropes dazed, and jumpkick to the mush! Blake pinned as the referee counts but DT breaks it up and tags himself into the matchup.
*Stan: Tiger keeping Blake from screwing up his chances at Lethal Lottery Main Event.
*Ross: Is it true they setup the ring and cage in the parking lot?
*Stan: Yeah for time and space purposes.
*Ross: So the competitors are battling some in 3 matches and then they have to worry about concrete.
*Stan: Welcome to wrestling Ross, its a gauntlet PPV. You want to be the best your gonna earn it.
These two men are no strangers and the two big men fighting off into the corner with eye rakes, shots to the mush and forearms like two big bears wrestling in the corner. Said with a hiptoss, Blake pulls his leg as Said turns and Nyla off the ring apron with a Rey Mysterio like sitdown splash to his chest. She laughs and thanks him for the ice cream as Blake actually laughs. She hops off him and heads to the apron as Blake gets up walking to his corner. Said with a headlock on the mat to Tiger as Tiger muscles him up and backdrop into the ring mat! Tiger setting up Said, and clotheslines him down to the ring mat. Said up slowly, takes the back elbow smash and Said is in a world of funk. He backs into the ring corner, comes out with a kick to the midsection. He grabs up Tiger and spins him around and bodyslams him tagging in Nyla!
*Stan: Nyla ready to fly and nails a nice legdrop!
*Ross: Here comes that fury attack she loves.
*Stan: Kicks...slams...she is whooopin ass!
Nyla up the buckle, down with a quick legdrop. She picks him up and Swinging Neckbreaker, Thrust Kick, Mule Kick and now a Sleeper Hold!!! Said actually cheering with the fans, nice moveset as Tiger holding on...Blake into the ring and he is tickling Nyla? What the hell have you ever seen this as she actually falls off Tiger like a tick to a flame. She glares at Blake and pitches him to the floor where Said nails him with a side kick. Nyla turns and Tiger picks her up high and front Rock like slam to the ring mat. Tiger wants to end this, Blake pulls Said off the buckle and nails him in the back of the head with...a rubber ducky? Said turns looking at him more annoyed and chases him up the ring ramp. Nyla glares at Said leaving and turns to a boot in the gut. Tiger picks her up and nails The Eye of Darkness: Reverse Torture Rack (Opponent's back is towards DT's neck) swung into a Black Hole Slam!!! He pins her as the referee counts one...two...three!!!!! This one is over with as Tiger and Blake advance to the final matchup. Nyla got taken out as Tiger drops to the ring floor and the fans are cheering like crazy. He heads to the back as Blake finally joins him and hands him a Klondike Bar. Said looks pissed on the ring ramp and just turns walking to the back not happy.
`After Said/Nyla vs. Dark Tiger/Blake Sanders match`
Quickly the production crew switches to the backstage area, inside of Xstatic’s dressing room…
Eric Marlow:” Matthew…I’m telling you, we will find her. I promised you that, and I inten…”
From out of the shadows he comes out, in full makeup…
Xstatic:” Matthew has left for the night…Marlow…and it’s about time for the clown to get his nut off…”
Marlow stands there staring at him as he walks by with the MCW title across his shoulder…he stops and glares at something on the table in the distance as he rushes to it. He looks down at Pandora's engagement and wedding ring tied together with (Pandys) dark hair. He flips out and restrains tearing up the room and heads out the door very pissed off.
Xstatic:” …the world ain’t seen nothin’ yet…”
The door closes, leaving Marlow standing there alone…
[Promo cuts again from earlier taunting the return of Mike Johnson in the Sting like video as it cuts out middle of the way]
*Marlow: (on the phone) Don't run that damn thing again tonight, you hear me! I don't care about Tina Sweet she isn't running this damn show. That crap is killing my ratings! You do it again your fired, all of you!
[The door closes, leaving Marlow standing there alone…again]
April 29th, 2011
Live in Washington, DC
The Verizon Center
Opening Dark Matchup: Bryan Deas =vs= Rey Del Tigre in a Hell in a Cell Matchup to settle the fued! Pinfalls and submissions to win! Pedro and Mafia banned from ringside.
-Results: Tonight we end this as the cell door is closed and we are ready for some action. Deas exits the ring walking on the outside floor as he pulls the tables from under neath the ring. He tosses them at ring side, same with some chains and a big ass chain that looks like about 100 feet long. He enters the ring rubbing his hands together as the two men meet in the middle of the ring glaring at each other. Deas shakes his head with hate as he eyes down one of his most hated opponents. Deas laughs and shoves him to the mat by his face and charges. Rey is up but is clubbed in the back of the head. Deas is firing down on him and he is not stopping as he picks up Rey and backbreaker down onto his knees. He holds him in the side slam and turns dropping him to the ring floor Matt Morgan like! Deas taking his time as he heads out to the apron, and for those who don't follow MCW this is a cage match with a walk around floor on the ring if that doesn't Dawn on anyone.
Deas in complete control as he picks up Rey and sends him head first into the side of the cage as it shakes a bit. Deas laughs as he shoves the face of Rey into the cage and Rey is not doing so hot, "Not flying around now are you little taco muncher! Yeah fuck you Pedro your next!" Deas lately has been questioned as to his focus in Marlow Omni and that pisses him off. He screams at Pedro losing his focus and Rey fires back with an elbow to the mush. He rifles off some shots to the gut and to his knees he jumps and lands a nicely placed kneelift to the ugly mugg of Deas. Deas staggers back and he is rocked, he is slammed with elbows as Rey runs for the ring apron, but Deas grabs him by the back of the mask and turns sending him into the cage!!! The shot almost ripped the mask off the face of Rey.
Deas laughs as he grabs up the ring chair and he places Reys face between the ring steps and Deas boot holds him in place. Deas rares up and brings the ring chair down on his neck and head. Rey screams in pain as Deas lowers and does choking pushups on his throat. Deas laughs as the referee telling him to hold off on the neck. Deas snaps, he grabs the referee and head over heels off the apron to the ring cage! Deas is going insane as the referee oddly in a Hell in a Cell match calls for the ring bell to end this before someone gets hurt. Deas is raging as he grabs the referee, locks in the Last Ride and down into the concrete floor. Deas unpeels the mat from the ring floor and here comes Eric Marlow! Deas is going to kill this young Rey if someone doesn't stop him. Deas puts Rey into the ring as he glares at Eric through the cage, "You son of a bitch! You never wanted me! You used me Eric!" Deas is out of his mind as Marlow tries to reason with him not to do something stupid.
Deas rolls into the ring as he laughs and picks up the tables setting them stacked. He pulls the lighter fluid from his pocket and after putting some tacks and barbed wire on the table he lights the table on fire. Marlow is calling for security and medics to get out here. Deas picks up Rey and sets him on the top buckle. He hops up and locks in he piledriver as Marlow is trying to reason with him. Rey is in trouble as Deas picks him up...Piledriver through the table from hell!!!! Reys neck lands awkwardly but he is moving his arms and legs so Deas didn't kill him. Deas laughs as Rey lays there telling the referee he needs help.
Pedro storms the ring as Marlow trying to stop him as Pedro rushes to Rey crying. Deas stops and turns a quick glare as security trying to stop Deas! He runs and clotheslines Pedro as he wraps the chain around his neck and runs hanging him over the top rope! Pedro screams for help as security finally saves him from Rey's fate. Deas is so out of control Marlow rushes the ring and tazers him with one of the security officers stun guns, "Get him the hell to the back he has a matchup still tonight, damn it Deas I'm done with your wreckless ass! Someone get this cleaned up!" Marlow is not happy as he walks to the back, a very pissed look on his back. Security and refs carry the match victims to the back. Rey looks to be in a good amount of pain, but we'll see how he is for his match in a bit with Clea against Diamond/Vlad. Medics work on him...
Kaytor leads the way for the MCW World Champion, as he escorts Matthew to his dressing room. There is no conversation between the two as the champion is getting himself mentally ready for his challenge tonight. They move quickly through the corridors, the rather large man that Apollo is just shoves bystanders out of the way. Planting a face into the wall, or tossing a torso though a doorway.
Kaytor stops and opens the rooms door, letting his escort in, quickly shutting the door behind him and standing in the hallway. Suddenly there is a loud scream, a blood curdling one. Glass breaking, furniture snapping. The door swinging open as the maddening face of Xstatic appears, half of his face in makeup; just barely on.
Xstatic:” Marlow…get…him…NOW…”
Kaytor snaps to and heads off looking for the media mogul. The camera turning back to the half painted face of one Matthew Johnson, the rage building in his eyes, the hatered coming through to the lens. Just before the camera is shoved away its image makes out the hairbrush of his wife, strands of her hair still on it…
Xstatic:” And…the…games…afoot…”
The camera fades as we hear a laugh, a bone chilling squeal rather that continues and continues. Louder and louder, not even stopping for a breathe….
[Camera goes black and reopens the live show here in DC]
The pay per view has a slow fade in from black as Lethal Lottery’s main theme, song by Naturally Seven begins to play...
The footage of the nights stars showcase their emotions, as the MCW World Championship is super imposed over them. Another slow fade, to Said who sits in a room alone in his thoughts. Another fade, this time to Marc Styles as he warms up using the weights. Fade to Payton and Tony standing in a room, facing off from one another. Nyla Dupree slipping her boots on, unwavered by the cameras movements around her. Deas is shown next rocking back and forth in some dark corner of the arena. Fading to Rey Tiger putting his mask on while he turns away from the camera. Vlad stares at a monitor and a glimpse of the world strap, his hand touching the screen. Another splice, as Clea walks into a room and leaves a special package for someone. Swtiching to an upclose profile of Blake Sanders, with an intense look on his face. Diamond stepping out of a cab looking out at the arena, and the flashing sign in the background proclaiming the lottery is here. Finally, the screen fades to black as we slowly see the clown prince in full makeup, slowly emerge from the darkness, holding his world title in the air, his face sneering….
Pyro triggers. A bright flash. The sound of what could be thunder.
The crowd goes wild as the production staff quickly cut to all of their camera angles showing the vast sea of people crammed into this complex. Signs held high. Voices screaming. The place is a sell out, and the place is full of electricity.
Ross:” Ladies and gentlemen, we are live with the Lethal Lottery from Washington D.C.’s Verizon Center smack dab in the middle of our nations capital!”
Stan:” Can you feel it, Ross?! Can you feel the electricity of this place!?”
Ross:” I’ve been feeling it for weeks since Eric Marlow announced it!”
Stan:” Anyone can walk out of here with the belt tonight!”
Suddenly the lights in the arena go out. The crowd’s reaction is to get louder, the camera’s unable to pick up anything from the lightless complex. The MCW-Tron comes to life, showing a black and white film from what look’s like the 50’s. It appears to be some sort of rally, or protest, showing a man near one microphone as he shouts:
Man: “There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part…”
The scene flashes to Mike Johnson with Tracy Beeseck laughing it up inside of a limo…
Flash back to the black and white film of the man:
Man: “You can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels…”
The scene once again flashes to Mike Johnson and Tracy Beeseck looking at stacks of money in front of them, laughing even harder…
Flash back to the black and white film of the man:
Man:”…upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop…”
For the final time the scene flashes, showing Mike Johnson falling to the mat having his heart attack…another flash…Tracy Beeseck blindsided by a steel chair at the hands of Bryan Deas.
There is a moment of silence.
Ross:” Here we go folks!”
Stan:” And this is gonna catch everyone off guard!”
Ross:”Wait…what have you heard!?”
Stan:” Shut up, Ross and find out!”
The words “The Revolution Has Finally Come” appear on the MCW-Tron; the crowd now getting into what is appearing in front of them as a round of applause is started, getting louder by each passing second. Fans stomping on the floors…on the screen they see several fist pumping into the air, and a deep sounding bass sound is heard…
Linkin Park’s Wretches and Kings begins to crank out, the screen showing scenes of protest and general civil unrest. Various images and scenes in black and white flashing across the MCW-Tron, all with one main theme; the public up against the establishment.
Announcer: “Ladies and Gentlemen…please the new CEO of MCW, Matthew Johnson!”
Ross:” What!? Oh my lord!”
Stan:” Yes!”
Announcer:”…and the CEO of Marlow Omnimedia, Eric Marlow!”
Ross:” How the hell!?”
Stan:” I told you! I told you it was gonna catch you off guard!”
Out from the curtain comes a face paintless Matthew Johnson, wearing a black suit with Eric Marlow close behind him. Kaytor comes out next, ever the body guard, looking over the crowd as he slowly follows the two main men of this group. No one else from the stable emerges, just the three; the cameras follow them while they make their way to the ring. Kaytor quickly moves up to the apron, climbing onto the edge and holding the ropes down for his bosses. The crowd response is the same before, loud and clearly for this stable of men. Cameras cutting to each image of the crowd, all seem to be in unison. The ring announcer hands Eric Marlow the microphone…
He holds his hand up, and with that it gestures for the thousands to become quiet…
Eric Marlow:” First and foremost… I want to personally thank you for attending tonight. You have broken a box office record for the Verizon Center, with tickets being sold out in the first five minutes once it opened. And for those at home…for making this the most successful buyrate in pay per view history of Marlow Omnimedia….”
The crowd begins to applaud the announcement…but once more Eric holds his hand up…
Eric Marlow:” These are just the baby steps…we will be tested soon, but we all together must join as one…to fight the machine known as Mike Johnson…”
The crowd boo’s. Matthew moving around, his title slung over his shoulder as he listens to Eric continue…
Eric Marlow:” You have seen that what I promised, as come true. I am here for…you. We did this for you…I did this….”
He points to Matthew Johnson…
Eric Marlow:”…for you.”
Matthew nods, clapping his hands…
Eric comes over and pats the back of Matthew Johnson, handing him the microphone…
Matthew Johnson:” I…..I have had a problem for a long while. I have had to live a double life because of it. That problem grew and grew. It became a plague. It was a virus that consumed all it touched…that virus was called….Mike Johnson…”
He hands his title over to Eric as he begins to walk around to each ring post, talking to the crowd…
Matthew Johnson:” We have taken several steps. First, the elimination of my father…and his “friends”. Secondly, Eric told all of you to trust in our words; that we were true to them. And thirdly, just hours ago…with the Board of Directors dissolved the ownership of MCW to Mike Johnson, and hearby granted me executive powers to run this company…”
The crowed reacts wildly, the roar almost deafening…
Matthew Johnson:” So tonight, our commitment to you will go even further. Tonight we begin the Lethal Lottery, a fight to win a chance at anytime for the MCW World Championship….anyplace…anywhere…”
Matthew Johnson:” Something my father would never have done. My father was, and still is a selfish man. He cannot let go the fact that MCW will never be his again. That he should stay away…”
Matthew Johnson:” Dad…make all the sad videos you want to. I have directed the Production Truck to let in your whore Tina Sweet in at anytime she feels the need to slip a video of you into our show. I know you all too well, and I know all too well what is going on behind the scenes with Clea, you…and my precious Pandora…”
He looks down at the mat, and it seems as if a switch has been flipped on…the voice of the clown coming from his very throat…
Matthew Johnson:” Just beware what you fuckin’ wish for bitch…tonight could be very eye opening for you…”
He laughs insanely, handing the microphone to Eric.
Eric Marlow:” Oh little miss Clea, how uneffective your little plan has become to be. I know where your at all times, I know what your up to….You see, you don’t get to the top without knowing what your enemies are doing at every moment….”
Eric smiles…
Eric Marlow:” You work with Tina. Go right ahead. He hold Pandora hostage…you appear here, you get arrested my dear…”
He points up at the MCW-Tron where it is shown that a dozen unmarked cars are outside of the arena, lights flashing and suit clad men standing around.
Eric Marlow:” It’s called a federal offense…look into it. Things are not all what they seem, and I see a huge surprise for you tonight…”
Eric Marlow:” As for everyone else…this is your night. This is your time! You have the ball…what you do with it…it’s your choice!”
He drops the microphone as Linkin Park’s Wretches and Kings begins to play out once again…
The camera fades in from the video package to show Draka, seated in someone's locker room, leg in the metal bracing still to protect and support his injured knee. A phone is to his ear, he's smiling as he speaks into the phone...
Draka:" Yeah babe. I'm at the show now... once it's over I'll head back to the hotel.. Yeah, sounds good. I'll make sure dinner and some drinks are waiting for when you get there. Okay, sweetness. I'll see you later."
Draka shuts the phone to hang it up, then notices the cameraman
Cameraman: " Hey Draka...good to see you here. Who was that on the phone and what are you up to?"
Draka: " I was on the phone with someone.. close to me. That's all you need to know and what I'm doing here is being here to show support for a couple friends of mine, one of which has a couple very important matches at the show. In fact, Payton should be here any moment... being as it's her locker room. Good a time as any to announce I'll be at MCW shows from now until my leg is fully recovered to help with autographs and meet and greets to get the fans interested and making this company and it's employees money. Plus it'll be good interacting with the fans again. Gotta go now, don't need a crowd in here for when Payton arrives."
The camera bobbles a bit as the cameraman nods, the camera backing up, the view fading to black...
[In a seperate part of the arena we see Clea leaving X's locker room.]
Again the view is switched out back of the arena as the audience sees a limo come to a screeching halt outside. The driver leaps out of the car to open the door, as the MCW’s General Manager gets out. The crowd reacts inside with a loud wave of heat as they also see the once kind face of Matt Scythe following close behind. Not so kind words are directed towards the driver from the GM about his driving abilities and what his looks reminded Tony of.
Matt walked out front and opened the door, Tony stopping dead in his tracks looking at it…
A handprint in red paint on the door.
(Commerical)
*Stan: Fans we are back and its time to see who is going to the final Lethal Lottery match of the night as our first match features Diamond and Vlad taking on Rey Tigre and Clea!
*Ross: Rey took a hard ass kicking earlier and Deas is not playing around...
*Stan: Is he ever? (scoffs and both laugh) None the less lets head to the ring this should be a good matchup. I am hearing Rey will be out here although he is beat up he will be here to help Clea!
Opening matchup:
[To conserve time Vlad and Diamond walk out together to the sounds of Vlad music as the fans light up and Diamond looking delicious as always and Vlad looks intense and always ready for a good fight. They enter the ring on opposite sides, both are familiar with each other enough.....following from the back to the sounds of Cleas music walks Clea fast pace walking as to not be seen with Rey. Rey limps from the back as they enter the ring, not together.]
Match 1: Lethal Lottery Main Event Qualifier (winner of the tag match goes onto the Main Event later tonight)
Diamond/Vlad
-vs-
Rey Tiger /Clea
-Results: Rey earlier suffered at the hands of Deas and apparently it was only a stinger and Rey is at about 35 percent but he is out here and Clea is not happy as Vlad glares down Diamond who isn't paying him no heed either. The reason for this whole thing is to mix those up who hate each other and force them to work together. Clea telling Rey to heal on the ring apron as she mocks him and pats him on the head and he is in no condition to complain or his ass will start with Vlad. She shakes her head taking a clothesline as Vlad pounds down on her with the kicks, he smiles at his lover and laughs as she kinda grins as well like old times. He backs her into the corner as he fires her to the other side, Vlad sets up and Diamond across the ring apron and yanks Clea down to the ring mat by her hair and laughs. Clea landing on the back of her head and hold on Rey around the ring corner and up the top buckle, Diamond pulls him down into the ring corner. She paces the ring floor as Vlad tosses Rey to the floor, roll up by Clea but Vlad kicks out. He gives Diamond the fake bitch slap sign as she tags in unimpressed. Vlad moves to the outside as Clea is hurt. Rey back on his side, and side kick out of frustration by Clea sends him to the ring floor!!! She is not happy one damn bit, and Rey wants to win that World Title up slowly on the ring apron.
*Stan: Clea? How do you win if your kicking your opponents ass? (laughs)
*Ross: I think it is safe to say she doesn't like him very much...you know I got to ask this question...
*Stan: No you really don't have to...(grins)
*Ross: I'm asking anyhows....(glares at him) are we gonna see any making out between Clea and Tina?
*Stan: Hop up there and ask her yourself. Tina is in the front row, you want to ask MJ's woman a stupid question?
*Ross: What is MJ gonna do? He is chasing homo's around Vienna.
*Stan: Your words are gonna get you the hell knocked out son!
Clea getting mauled as Diamond rifles down on her with the armbar shots to the shoulder. She whips her head over feet to the ring mat and standing crossover armbar submission! She has it locked good and that arm of Clea is in position to be hyper extended. Clea fighting for the ropes and finally she gets them as Diamond breaks the move, stomping down on her hand trying to break the bones. Diamond grabbing that Voodoo doll and shows it off to the fans. Rey snatches it from her as she swings a slap, he drops to the ring floor and leg trips her, flicks the doll to Pedro! Rey still hurt from that opening dark match with Deas! He took a hard piledriver off the top buckle and lucky he isn't dead. Marlow saving Rey from further death. Clea rolls up a Diamond who is arguing with Pedro and Vlad in to break the roll up as he pulls her off. Vlad spins Clea around and traps her in the corner and chops to the chest, he does this about 7 times as Clea in a world of pain. Diamond to the ring apron without a tag as Vlad hiptosses Clea to her corner as she tags in the zippy Rey. Rey working on a V6 Engine instead of the normal 12 as Vlad grins and they lock up. Vlad slamming those clubbing blows into the hurt back of Rey and locks in the abdominal stretch. Rey hiptosses him over and off the ring ropes as Vlad catches him on the run with a spinning backbreaker, but Rey lands on his feet. He tries the code breaker but Diamond reaches out and pulls him down to the ring mat by his hair.
*Stan: Rey just can't get any love.
*Ross: Or a shower, dude smells.
*Stan: I think that's you...Vlad and Diamond need to work together to get this done!
Vlad turns and tags her in and knows he has to work with her to advance. She pushes him away to his corner mouthing at him as Vlad getting a little pissy. Clea is not happy as she circles around the ring corner and pulls Vlad down, she glares at him complaining as he clotheslines her to the ring floor. She is hurt as he picks her up and pitches her into the second row over the barrier. In the ring Rey off the run as he nails the dropkick on Diamond. Quickly he grabs her arm in a vice and up the ring buckle, jumps on the top rope...Vlad pulls the top rope down on him! Rey crashes as Diamond tells him she can do this as Clea back over and battling with her lover Vlad. Diamond blows the magic dust into the eyes of Rey, she nails the Facebuster and looks down at him, "Let me show you how its done Mexican!" She launches springboard off the ring ropes Crystal Flash {springboard split legdrop}!!! She pins him as the referee counts one...two...three!!! This one is over as Vlad and Diamond will head to the final Main Event match against each other to try and win that MITB contract! Clea and Vlad break up the fighting and move there opposite ways, but Clea has her sights set on Rey who is in big trouble. She is not happy he cost her this matchup and MITB opportunites.
*Stan: Clea has that look in her eye, she is not happy!!!
*Ross: Not a good night to be King Tiger!
*Stan: He is going to get killed this should be interesting!
*Ross: Run Tiger...run!! (laughs)
Clea stands there on the apron in total disbelief, in shock that her chance at the top prize of this company has slipped through her fingers because of an inept tag team partner. The crowd cheers as Vlad and Diamond exit the ring, battered but victorious. On the other hand Clea looks on as her partner, Rey Tiger tries to pick up his tortured body from the mat. The crowd still clapping hard when they see out from nowhere Clea grabbing Rey and swinging him hard into the corner turnbuckle. Shock is cried out, Clea beyond her very being as she delivers several European uppercuts to Rey, his face snapping back and forth from each collision. She grabs his hand and swings him out of the ropes into a clothesline from hell, his head smacking the mat hard.
Ross:” You think she’s pissed!”
Stan:” Not at all! She’s just letting off some….HOLY SHIT!”
Clea gets airborne and comes down across the neck of Rey Tiger with a massive leg drop. Rey spasming, clutching his throat. Clea getting up as the camera’s catch a twinkle in her eye…
Ross:” She is out for blood!”
Stan:” Another side of her we’ve only seen on rare occasions!”
Clea grabs Rey, his body damn near limp as she steadies him on his feet. The crowd goes silent, and in that very second, in that very heartbeat, she leaps up and dropkicks the man square into his face. The impact shattering bone, ripping blood vessels as his body crashes onto the mat. Blood pouring from under his mask, Clea’s head snapping around as she catches a hint of the red crimson. She falls down, slithering up Rey’s body…her tongue darting out.
Ross:” I think the censors better get ready here!”
Stan:” Oh god not now…this is gonna be good!!”
She smiles as her tongues licks at the blood flowing freely from the unconscious body of Rey Tiger, the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. A hand grabs her shoulder, forcing her upwards. Her eyes wide as she catches a glimpse of the face, her mouth dropping open in awe. A quick kick to her gut, the motion in slow motion, followed by the rapid movement of the dismembering Stun Gun…
Ross:” OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN!!”
Her ears picking up the words from above as she fades out, eyes rolling back into her skull…
Speakers:” Out of time…So say goodbye…what is yours…now is mine…”
The crowd screaming as the camera’s quickly pick up the face of one Chris Pillman looking down at the limp body of Clea. His mouth turning upwards into a sneer, as he places his thumb across his throat and slides it across…his music playing by Shamans Harvest plays in the background, being drowned out from the crowds overwhelming voices. The MCW staff come running down, slidding into the ring. Some holding off Pillman as they look to the needs of Rey Tiger and Clea…
Ross:” Unbelievable fans…just unbelievable the carnage we have just witnessed…”
Stan:” What the hell!? Why!? What!? Holy jesus what he hell was Pillman thinking!”
The production crew decide to stay with the action in the ring as they catch a glimpse of Chris Pillman taking off his belt. The lens panning over to Rey Tiger as the staff hoist him over to a stretcher, there movements thoughtful and well placed as even a neck brace is placed around his neck. From out of the corner we spy Pillman unload on a couple of Staff, and grabs a handful of Clea’s hair…some might say they heard a scream come from her throat, well others would argue it didn’t even appear as if she was all there. The crowd gasping as Pillman wraps the belt around her neck and shoves her over the top rope.
Screams from the waves of fans as they witness Clea hanging there over the top rope. Pillman face red with anger, his eyes rolling up in his head. The staff trying to help her limp body the others fighting to get the belt out of Chris’s hands.
He finally releases the belt, her body dropping with a thud to the ground.
Ross:” This is just unthinkable…a blatant act of…”
Stan:” A homicidal man!? This guy is freakin’ nutso! The stalker has finally struck!”
Ross:” Fans…we’ll try to um…we’ll try to keep you inform of the conditions of both Rey Tiger and Clea…”
Stan:” I told you this would happen with that guy! She should’ve put out!”
Chris Pillman walks backwards up the ramp, smiling still at his handy work, the staff trying to get him from the area….
(Viewtron kicks on cutting from the scene)....
The show fades to black as the words…this July…from MCW Films…
Voice:” His wife and kids killed in front of him…”
The video shows sporadic views of a minivan in a hail of semi-automatic fire. The vehicle riddled with bullet holes.
Voice:” From the very people he tried to put behind bars…”
Another series of sporadic images of a courtroom where a judges hammers his gavel and what looks like a mafia boss smiles…
Voice:” With no where to go…he must take the fight to them…”
An explosion, car flipping into the air. Images flashing of men firing machine guns, more explosions…
Voice:” Logan Hunter is…”
Images of Logan inside a black spray painted supped up 1969 Mustang Fastback, firing a gun through the shattered window…
Voice:” Mack Bolan…The Executioner…”
One last image as Logan walks up to a man on the ground and unloads his .44 automag…
Voice:” Starts July 26th…in theaters everywhere…Rated R…”
{Right after the promo the viewtron is suppose to kick off and cue back on to the normal match stuff but another MJ video appears on the screen. The fans jump to there feet, and some cheer and some boo.}
[An image of a figure in a dark trench coat is seen pacing quickly through the streets of Vienna as we see only the waist up but assuming the sightings in Europe of Mike Johnson this is clearly him. The figure walks to a dark alley and moves into the darkness. He turns and looks at the camera only seeing his dark figure. He moves with a quick pace into the night...Mike Johnson returns plays across the screen.]
(Backstage Marlow and Face are glaring at the moniter as a worried look comes over there face, and they break into a laugh enjoying a good moment)
*Marlow: I don't know if it was a good idea to let Tina do her thing with the production truck, that hokey shit is doing nothing but bringing the rating down. Mike was always a dramatic one...not like it matters. Look tonight, we focus on Lethal Lottery and winning that MITB contract.
*Face: Did you say something Eric? I fell asleep watching that Johnson promo...is this guy for real? He is done, history...
*Marlow: We got a company to run buddy, let him run around Europe pretending to be Sting...he is nothing.
*Face: I can have some of my lower key guys go down there and rough him up, they need a vacation. (laughs)
*Marlow: Leave him alone...focus on Lethal Lottery. We'll deal with him and his family and that nosy Clea if we have to later. Pillman already did the deed and worked her over good. (grins)
(A knock on the door send Eric to the door as he opens it and there standing is Tina Sweet, Summer Johnson, and the entire Johnson clan)
*Tina: Eric we need to talk....
*Eric: (slams the door shut) NO!!!! (laughs at Face) There like cockroaches these Johnson's you just can't get rid of them, damn!
*Face: (on his cellphone) Hey, can we get security down here we got some glory hounds bothering the boss. Thanks Dan! Done....now, onto kicking Marc and Deas ass!
{Gets up and heads for his matchup as he and Eric enjoy a moment at the sound of security ushering the Johnson's clan out of the building. Face takes the moment of peace at the door to leave for his contest. Eric stays back enjoying a good cigar watching the action on the 72 inch flat screen.}
*Eric: Good to be me! (grins)
(Commerical)
*Stan: Fans we are back to action and the ring cleaned up after that last brutal match, damn Chris Pillman snapped!
*Ross: Hell has no fury like a man you don't see coming?
*Stan: Your motta, about not knowing a man is coming?
*Ross: You know I can put out witty shit as well, you don't need to clip my balls.
*Stan: No comment...lets head to the ring.
[Just like before Scarface and Payton walk out to the ring, its been an interesting week for these two trying to revisit the NAW days but to no avail they still hate each other. Face trying to be the gentlemen as he motions for her to enter the ring as she tells him to take a hike and rolls in on her own power....Following out to the sounds of Styles music is Deas and Styles...well only Deas cause Styles waits till Deas is in the ring before coming out. He hides his face in embarassment as he laughs and rolls into the ring avoiding Deas.]
Match 3: Lethal Lottery Main Event Qualifier Matchup
Scarface/Payton
vs
Marc Styles/Bryan Deas
-Results: A very proud and confident Deas ready to lock up with Face. Face ignoring him as they get ready to lock it up and here we go with our second matchup as Face backing Deas into the corner and letting him out as he circles back around. Deas is on edge tonight as he pushes Face to the mat, "You don't disrespect me you hear me your not better then me!" Deas getting a little mouthy as Marc screams at him to stay focused and Payton just grins as she watches. Face to his feet as he gets in Deas face boring a hole in his forehead as he ranges off some punches to the head quickly. He backs Deas into the corner and short running clothesline. He picks up Deas, and bodyslam into the ring mat. Face picks him up, another bodyslam, another one...picks him up and does this 5 times as Deas back pedals into the corner looking for a tag. Payton snickers as Marc tags himself in and Face looks to Payton telling her to rest and take a break. She tags herself in and gives him a dirty look and walks into a Marc Styles clothesline. MS off the short run, another one as she quickly gets up and quick snap Powerslam pin...Face breaks up the pinfall. He grabs Marc by the hair and sends him over the top rope on his ass! Payton sets up, over the top rope she dives onto him with a forearm smash!!! She tosses him into the ring and tags in Face who is on the attack.
*Stan: Face and Payton working well here as Face and Styles battle in the corner, and hard shots by Face to Styles!
*Ross: Both of these men are worthy World Title contenders...hell everyone is but Deas, dude is goofy as a disney fucken character.
*Stan: (laughs) I always wanted to kick the hell out of Donald Duck, hated him.
*Ross: I wanted to bang Minnie Mouse, not the actual mouse but the chick in the costume.
*Stan: How do you know it was a chick?
*Ross: Your telling me it wasn't
*Stan: Oh Jesus Ross!
Face locking in the overhead arm bar and clubbing shots to the sternum and rocks him again! Face working him as he picks him up, atomic drop to the corner as Marc back pedals out and takes a shot to the back of the head!!! Deas has had enough as he breaks into the ring, Payton runs around Face and Lou Thez Press! She wails down on him as Face laughs and picks up Marca nd sends him to the floor. Marc is far from done as he reenters, clubbing Face in the back of the head. He locks in the Sitout Powerbomb and drives Face into the ring mat. He sends him over the top rope on his ass as Payton is in trouble. Marc grabs her up in the full nelson as he motions to Deas to get her. Deas stalks her and punches to the midsection. He grabs her face taunting her, "Does the little woman feel a little a pain!" Deas laughs as Payton back kicks Marc in the junk, Face over and hotshot on the top rope sends Marc down to the mat. Face pulls him to the floor, Payton runs and leaping jump kick to the chest of Deas!
*Stan: Deas getting owned?
*Ross: (paranoid) Dude you don't think they would let guys wear that costume?
*Stan: Your still on that like a dirty condom? (Grins fucking with him)
*Ross: Dude this is not funny, that was a chick I banged in that costume right? Humor me buddy. (sad look)
*Stan: We got action dipshit, just get yourself checked after the show. (laughs his ass off and backs away from Stan)
*Ross: Right...I'll do that!
Payton looking to end this as she grabs up Deas from behind in the Cobra Clutch Suplex and plants him on his head and neck into the ring corner, "How you like that feeling you ugly bastard!" Deas is hurt as she motions to Face who storms into the ring and picks up Deas, and locks in the Powerbomb and runs across the ring and drives him into the ring mat. He peels off, clubbing Marc off the apron. Payton heading to the top buckle The Triple Zee Arabian Press! She picks up Deas who is getting worked, gun motion to his head and locks in the Suicide Solution....drives Deas into the ring mat! Face has Marc on the ring apron in the powerbomb and runs driving him through the Canadian Announcers table!!! Payton pins Deas...one...two...three!!! This one is over as she rolls to the floor and back pedals to the back. Said from the back area as he just stands there as if ready to attack. Payton turns shocked as Said just grins and she also readies to fight. He wags his finger at her telling her she better watch her back. They both leave there own seperate ways.
Medics and refs check on Face and Marc as Scarface and Payton will move onto the final Lethal Lottery Main Event Matchup tonight.
(Commerical break for Stay Free Tampons as Mike Johnson's used image without his permission is shown with some humorous commentary from Pandora about how Mike needs to use these to relax a little and enjoy his retirement.)
[Back in the bosses office a tech walks into the room as Marlow is hanging with Face who is recovering with ice on his neck]
*Tech: Eric, you want us to tell Payton to take a break and run the TV Title match for later?
*Eric: (Grins looking at Face) You know what, she wants to be a World Champion then she is going to show me something. Tell her to get her ass out there and be a competitor, she is up again next. She doesn't like it, I'll strip her of the TV Title. Get lost!
*Tech: Yes sir! (leaves quickly)
*Eric: Take a break, (scoff) this is wrestling, the show must go on. No sense of work ethic from these wrestlers? See this is what Johnson has instilled in this damn fed! (grins fist bumping Face)
*Face: (on the cellphone) Derrick, tell Payton she is back on...(grins) I don't care if she complains, get her ass back out there now!
(Backstage the tech runs into Payton heading for her dressing room)
*Tech: Ms. Lee I have been informed by the bosses that your back on again now!
*Payton: I need some time to catch my breath I just battled with Marc and Deas, got a match with Said...then that damn Main Event you can't expect me....
*Tech: Sorry, bosses orders he said if you don't get out there he'll strip you of the title belt.
*Payton: (slams her palm into the Coke machine rocking it as she storms back to the ring area not happy) Damn it!
[Backstage security has escorted Tina, Summer Johnson, Fred Unicorn and Mike Jr out to the parking lot and made sure they dont reenter the rest of the night. The Johnson' have been kicked out of MCW. Tina is on the phone with someone.]
*Stan: Well we get to enjoy Payton a little more and this has to really make Said smile!
*Ross: He is going to pick the bones, she can't be 100% percent after that last match.
*Stan: (confident) It was a tag match, she'll be fine.
*Ross: (on the cellphone) Yes Dr. Howard...I think I need to make an appointment...(embarassed looks around) Yes it might be the STDs again. Right Monday at 5 in Dallas got ya. Thanks.
*Stan: (rubs his eyes laughing) Dude if I catch anything from you I'll nut you in the parking lot!
*Ross: Just a precaution...(worried)
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.
"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.
**Featured bout: Saidogai =vs= Payton for The TV Title belt in a standard style matchup.
*Stan: She looks pissed?
*Ross: Wouldn't you if the bosses forced you to defend the title after already battling?
*Stan: You can go and ask Eric and company to have mercy on her.
*Ross: Not quite. (Scratches his crotch and Stan moves over further)
-Results: Fans its that time as the ring is ready, the referee is prepared and the bell sounds but no one charges or moves, they study each other and pace around the ring waiting for the right lock-up. The center to the middle of the ring as Said backs off and stands in the corner as a feeling of pissed off nature enters Payton's eyes but she shakes her head. She waits on her knees eyeing him as he comes out of the corner and motions to the referee to check for foreign objects. Its totally out of his nature as the ref checks his boots and pads, he is playing mind games with her drawing her anger out. She motions to lock up as she turns quickly and drops from the ring floor and signs a couple of autographs with a smile. She looks back over her shoulder as Said out of nowhere charges a knee to her midsection stopping the games!
She buckles near the ring barrier caught off guard as she drops to her knees holding her midsection. He grins and turns pitching her into the ring, the actions are not of his custom but he is in no mood to play games and would love to end it in 5 so as to prepare for his next set of matches. He locks in the overhead arm bar and jacks her down to the canvas locking in the sitting armbar, she rolls quickly and armbars him back backing into the ring ropes. She sends him across, duck down and over he goes as he comes back around and high knee lift! The champ drags him up and bodyslams him, again picks him up and sends him into the corner. She charges, up the ring buckle he climbs as she crashes chest first. Quickly at a high pace he locks in the Legdrop Facebuster and drivers her into the ring mat with authority! He pins her as the ref counts and at two she kicks out, right into a triangle choke out!!! The referee quickly into position to check a tap out.
*Stan: A nice transaction from pin to submission, Said is the best at that in the fed.
*Ross: He just has such a great fluid motion from move to move...its to be complimented.
*Stan: Fans loving this great action and Payton just looking to survive the night.
Payton quickly looks around as she grabs the ring ropes to break the move. Said quickly breaks free, he turns bounces off the ropes for another high knee as she is laying prone on the ring mat near the ropes. She pulls the top rope as he barrels over and crashes. Quickly she regroups and hops over the top rope for a dive, Said moves...she lands on the ring apron, Said moves quickly and leg sweeps her as she crashes hard on the ring apron on her head, nice counter! Said lays her on her back on the apron and sends the Ricky Dragon like slamming chops down into her midsection as she screams in pain. He pushes her into the ring as he heads to the top rope as she rises up and he flies with sharp elbow to the top of the head. Said picks her up keeping the pace of the match and ground and pound as she tries to cover up and Said giving it to her as she lays there hurt and Said grins walking to the referee, "Better call the bell Jeff this one doesn't look like she is ready for tonight." Said showing a bit of confidence, its a big night for everyone and he has come into this contest a bit testy.
*Stan: Said showing no mercy this go around, a new confident attitude from a man who is tired of being overlooked maybe?
*Ross: Said has always been a confident one, a humble guy but tonight he just seems edgy.
*Stan: Hows that itch?
*Ross: I wasn't itching, I was just fucking with you.
*Stan: Sure you were!
Said slowly drags her up, but Payton fighting back as she rocks him with the shots to the mouth. She forearms him in the head, chops out the knees sending him to his knees and short dropkick to the face sends him rolling. She charges and picks him up, dropkick near the ropes sends him to the floor. Payton heading to the top rope as she flies with the dive, but Said nails the Superkick in mid-flight as she crashes to the ring floor!!! Said tossing her into the ring, sets up for the Breath of Fire (Buzz saw Kick)! She slowly rises, drops to her back as he misses the kick...she grabs him in the anklelock and has it locked in the middle of the ring!!! Said is trapped and she played him out as the referee runs to position to check. She has it locked in, so uncharacteristic of her style and nature. Said looking to tap out....
*Stan: Did she just pull out an Ankle Lock? I bet Said didn't see that coming.
*Ross: With an opponent like Saidogai you got to pull out surprises to catch him off guard.
*Stan: The man is a master at studying opponents, a complete package.
Said sends her to the ring floor with the power of his legs. He quickly is on the floor as he hobbles to her, Buzz Saw kick on the floor!!! She is hurt as Said picks her up, and Spine Buster into the ring steps!!! Said not playing games here as he tosses her into the ring. He picks her up in the Muscle Buster off the top buckle, but Payton rolls out of it behind him....Backstabber!!! She rolls him up in the pin as the referee counts one...two...thrrr!!! Said kicks out but Payton ontop of it as she locks in the Cobra Clutch Suplex and down into the ring mat! Payton up the buckle and signals to the fans for Triple Zee. She flies and nails The Arabian Press, straight into the pin.The referee counts one...two...three!!!
*Stan: Shocking win, she did it! She retains!
*Ross: Said is shocked, she eludes him...that title eludes him again!
*Stan: Noone has had more of a hard time getting title gold then this guy? What the hell?
She did it as a shocked Said can't believe he got caught in such a basic move, he thought he had her beat. He was about to Muscle Buster her into hell but she rolled out of it behind him and got the Backstabber, then Triple Zee! This goes to show that Payton can break out any move she needs to win. She quickly rolls to the floor as Said kneeling in the middle of the ring is not happy one damn bit. She heads to the back and doesn't even take time to taunt, she is hurt and Said was that close to a title. Will his luck change tonight at Lethal Lottery? He stops and glares at the fans and laughs a little, he will get his title back one way or another as he tags the fans hands staying true to his good guy nature. She and that title elude him again, maybe different fates with title belts await Said in the future.
(We are backstage as Marlow and Face are having a good time as they are walking from the buffet line after enjoying some good food as Said passes and Marlow stops him wiping his mouth with the napkin)
*Said: What?
*Marlow: What? Don't what me Said! You and everyone else wants to be the face of this company then lets start working on that! Do you superstars think this is some kind of vacation! Your back on next pal in that Lethal Lottery Matchup! (grins popping a grape in his mouth)
*Said: I was just in a match up! (gets in Eric's face as Face steps in between)
*Face: (glares at him) Don't even think about it Said, just get your narrow ass out there and do your job and win that match! Not our fault you can't beat a woman. (both him and Marlow laugh to each other)
*Said: You think your smart working us superstars in all these matches, dumbasses! Your gonna hurt your roster!
*Marlow: (gets in his face) I'm trying to be a nice guy, now you can get to the ring or you and Nyla will be out of Lethal Lotterys Main Event. Do you want to be the one to go and tell her you screwed her out of MITB opportunities. I think not! Get to the ring now, its a tag match you don't do anything anyhow. If you got a problem take it up with the Johnson's, this PPV is Mike's idea before he left...deal with him working everyone to the bone!
*Said: Fine! We aren't done here boys.
*Eric: To the ring now!
*Face: Hit the bricks Bruce Lee! (chases him away)
(Said turns and walks back to the ring area not happy as Marlow and Face enough a good moment to laugh at him)
*Eric: Jeez...people are lazy tonight!
*Face: (watches him leave) I got your back, you push the orders I'll muscle these chumps around.
*Eric: I love running my own company again...like old times.
*Face: Beat by a woman! Loser!
(They walk away to there dressing room area)
*Stan: Marlow and Face pushing there weight around and we get a double dose of Said!
*Ross: Nice pushing that on Johnson. (laughs)
*Stan: Said not happy as he follows Nyla out here as she tries to calm him.
*Ross: Nyla putting on a little weight?
*Stan: Fat in the ass?
*Ross: (motions to Nyla) Just look at her rolls.
*Stan: Hey dude, hop up there and tell her she is getting fat and see if she loosens your teeth moron!
*Ross: Your no fun!
*Stan: And your an idiot sometimes, Nyla is looking damn good.
*Ross: As in Mickie James chubby good...or Ms. Tessmaucher stripper good?
[Said and Nyla walk together as Said is not happy one damn bit and coming out to her music is not making him happy as they enter the ring and Said is a warrior though he is ready for battle. Nyla preparing in the corner as out next comes Dark Tiger and Blake the odd pairing. Blake his jovial self as he tosses the fans Klondike Bars and they are eating it up...get it, eating up the ice cream...never mind. They enter the ring to Blakes music as the teams are ready for action.]
Match 3: Lethal Lottery Main Event qualifier.
Said/Nyla
-vs-
Dark Tiger/Blake Sanders
-Results: Said in a foul mood as Nyla trying to talk some reason into him and Dark Tiger rushes at Nyla and pulls her to the ring mat and works her over with the stomps to the chest. Said shakes his head and goes to the corner not caring as he waits for the tag. DT grabs her up in the side effect and drives her down into the ring mat. DT pins her as the referee counts one...two...thrrr, she kicks out and DT locking in the headlock and picks her up as they back into ring ropes. Nyla with a shot to the midsection, and Said tags himself in as she is not one to happy and there arguing. Said takes a clothesline to the floor as he goes over the top. Nyla pulled off the ring apron by Blake as she winds up to fight and he hands her a Klondike bar? She eyes it and says what the hell and hops up on the corner eating her Klondike Bar with a smile. Blake scratches his head, his plan didn't work as he returns to his corner. DT tags him into the match as Said breaks into the ring and spears down Blake clubbing on him with ground and pound.
Blake off the ropes dazed, and jumpkick to the mush! Blake pinned as the referee counts but DT breaks it up and tags himself into the matchup.
*Stan: Tiger keeping Blake from screwing up his chances at Lethal Lottery Main Event.
*Ross: Is it true they setup the ring and cage in the parking lot?
*Stan: Yeah for time and space purposes.
*Ross: So the competitors are battling some in 3 matches and then they have to worry about concrete.
*Stan: Welcome to wrestling Ross, its a gauntlet PPV. You want to be the best your gonna earn it.
These two men are no strangers and the two big men fighting off into the corner with eye rakes, shots to the mush and forearms like two big bears wrestling in the corner. Said with a hiptoss, Blake pulls his leg as Said turns and Nyla off the ring apron with a Rey Mysterio like sitdown splash to his chest. She laughs and thanks him for the ice cream as Blake actually laughs. She hops off him and heads to the apron as Blake gets up walking to his corner. Said with a headlock on the mat to Tiger as Tiger muscles him up and backdrop into the ring mat! Tiger setting up Said, and clotheslines him down to the ring mat. Said up slowly, takes the back elbow smash and Said is in a world of funk. He backs into the ring corner, comes out with a kick to the midsection. He grabs up Tiger and spins him around and bodyslams him tagging in Nyla!
*Stan: Nyla ready to fly and nails a nice legdrop!
*Ross: Here comes that fury attack she loves.
*Stan: Kicks...slams...she is whooopin ass!
Nyla up the buckle, down with a quick legdrop. She picks him up and Swinging Neckbreaker, Thrust Kick, Mule Kick and now a Sleeper Hold!!! Said actually cheering with the fans, nice moveset as Tiger holding on...Blake into the ring and he is tickling Nyla? What the hell have you ever seen this as she actually falls off Tiger like a tick to a flame. She glares at Blake and pitches him to the floor where Said nails him with a side kick. Nyla turns and Tiger picks her up high and front Rock like slam to the ring mat. Tiger wants to end this, Blake pulls Said off the buckle and nails him in the back of the head with...a rubber ducky? Said turns looking at him more annoyed and chases him up the ring ramp. Nyla glares at Said leaving and turns to a boot in the gut. Tiger picks her up and nails The Eye of Darkness: Reverse Torture Rack (Opponent's back is towards DT's neck) swung into a Black Hole Slam!!! He pins her as the referee counts one...two...three!!!!! This one is over with as Tiger and Blake advance to the final matchup. Nyla got taken out as Tiger drops to the ring floor and the fans are cheering like crazy. He heads to the back as Blake finally joins him and hands him a Klondike Bar. Said looks pissed on the ring ramp and just turns walking to the back not happy.
`After Said/Nyla vs. Dark Tiger/Blake Sanders match`
Quickly the production crew switches to the backstage area, inside of Xstatic’s dressing room…
Eric Marlow:” Matthew…I’m telling you, we will find her. I promised you that, and I inten…”
From out of the shadows he comes out, in full makeup…
Xstatic:” Matthew has left for the night…Marlow…and it’s about time for the clown to get his nut off…”
Marlow stands there staring at him as he walks by with the MCW title across his shoulder…he stops and glares at something on the table in the distance as he rushes to it. He looks down at Pandora's engagement and wedding ring tied together with (Pandys) dark hair. He flips out and restrains tearing up the room and heads out the door very pissed off.
Xstatic:” …the world ain’t seen nothin’ yet…”
The door closes, leaving Marlow standing there alone…
[Promo cuts again from earlier taunting the return of Mike Johnson in the Sting like video as it cuts out middle of the way]
*Marlow: (on the phone) Don't run that damn thing again tonight, you hear me! I don't care about Tina Sweet she isn't running this damn show. That crap is killing my ratings! You do it again your fired, all of you!
[The door closes, leaving Marlow standing there alone…again]