Post by MikeJ on Mar 16, 2012 15:34:37 GMT -8
MCW Thursday Nite Warzone
3-8-2012
Live in Honolulu, Hawaii
Neal S. Blaisdell Center
[Show opens as Mike Johnson is in the back dressing room area with his ring gear on consisting of red leg length ring tights, no shirt showing off a variety of kickass
tattoos, black ring boots and his signature aviation goggles on his head ready for flight. Deas enters as he looks ready as well and has both titles over his shoulder. Deas grins and Mike pats him on the back.]
*Johnson: A chance tonight for you to take down one of your future competitors for YOUR...KoTR Title! Looks good on ya champ!
*Deas: Gold always looks good on me Mike, lets get this done...and remember your paying me full out the 12K for taking this matchup!
*Johnson: That's what I always liked about you Deas, money and title gold first...business before pleasure, I taught you well.
*Deas: Put it back in your pants Mike (serious tone) lets put down Logan so I can get back to being the best damn champion in the fed today!
*Johnson: (Laughs) You don't have to tell me twice, off we go!
[Mike puts the goggles down on his eyes as Deas rolls his eyes and walks away from Mike, almost embarrassed to be seen with him. Mike follows but Deas moves at a faster pace. Mike stops and returns to his office shouting down the hallway]
*Johnson: Deas, I got to grab my shovel head to the entrance area I'll meet you their.
[Deas yells back an agreement looking in the direction of Johnson as he scoffs making fun of his boss and turns to walk in that direction. He turns right into an RKO from Logan that drops Deas. Logan grins and pulls the unconscious Deas into a nearby broom closet. Logan quickly enters and stomping down Deas he handcuffs him to the cement floor hook near the drain sink. Logan laughs as he slinks out and shuts the door breaking off the doorknob and locking Deas in for the night. Logan looks around and heads to the ring area with a laugh on his face. Johnson not long after emerges and heads to the ring thinking he has one up on Logan this time around.]
[Show officially opens to the Elimination Chamber video on the viewtron in a dark arena. The proud Hawaiian fans look on as the video plays showing what will be the two big matches at Aprils Elimination Chamber PPV where 5 contenders will battle in the EC to face Payton in Mays PPV. We will also see an EC matchup featuring The Extreme Division Champion taking on 5 competitors to see who becomes the ED Champion.]
(Elimination Chamber MCW video)
[Show pyro goes off and we are live here in Hawaii for the first time probably ever in the history of MCW! The fans are lit up, they are excited and should be as we will feature some awesome matches. After the sounds of House of the Rising Sun plays out from the Sons of Anarchy season 4 finale, the music cuts and the lights go up and its match time. The sounds of Man in the Box plays and Mike Johnson walks out to the ring as the fans boo him. He holds his shovel in hand ready for battle. He looks down at the trench pit of barbed wire and other hardcore items that is offset the ring area. Mike hits the ring as he enters and waits for Deas to come out. Deas music "Out of My Way" by Seether plays but he doesn't come out. Mike is getting pissed as he grabs up a ring microphone.]
*Johnson: (worried tone) Alright Deas get your ass out here its match time, put the controller down! Deas? Come on man stop joking...
[The viewtron kicks on as it shows the janitors closet that Deas is trapped in. The camera man opens the door as Deas is beat down, groggy and trying to free himself from the cuffs but that won't happen. Logan appears in the camera shot and grins, "Johnson....its game time!" The feed cuts out as Johnson power walks to the ring ropes to get away. Logan bust into the ring from the crowd as he charges Johnson and clubs him in the back over the top buckle to the ring ramp. Johnson crashes to the ramp as he looks up back pedalling up the ramp as Logan gives chase. Johnson gets up trying to run as Logan kicks him in the ass! Johnson falls on his hands and stumbles as Logan legsweeps him. He picks him up and gives him an RKO on the ring ramp! The fans light up as Logan grins, he picks up the shovel and Johnson and laughs branding Mike in the head. Logan being the military type is use to barbed wire and pain, so he grabs up Johnson....RKO off the ramp into the barbed wire mess!!!! Johnson and Logan are caught up in the mess as we cut to a commercial.]
{Commerical break for a promo to the EC CHAMBER PPV! We are back in the ring area as medics are carrying Johnson off as Logan is nowhere to be seen.}
[Announcers set]
*Stan: What a hell of a way to kick off the show tonight fans, welcome to Warzone and Johnson just got lit up!!!
*Ross: Like a little roach lit to the very tip to get the pure flavor....*exhales* Johnson got put out!!! On our replay we see on the viewtron...Johnson takes the Greatest Finisher Ever into the pit of hell and in my opinion got what he deserved!
*Stan: As we know fans Johnson tried to fire Logan months ago after Christmas of all things, and that didn't sit well with the military machine gun that is Logan Hunter!
*Ross: Well Stan, I hate to step on your toes...
*Stan: Wouldn't be the first time!
*Ross: (laughs) It has been signed for the May PPV that Logan Hunter and Mike Johnson will battle in a Hell in a Cell Barbed wire Cage Matchup to settle the score!!! And this just also announced that at the May PPV after EC PPV we will see Payton facing the winner of the Elimination Chamber PPV Main Event!
*Stan: If I might interject on my own job here, also we have been told its ok to announce that in May we will see Xstatic -vs- Draka part 3 the war to settle the score as they will do battle in a Bladed Weapon cage matchup! The weapons are allowed to be used within reason, and the last man standing will win this best of 3 fight!
*Ross: So to recap for the fans while we setup for the next matchup! May PPV is set in motion, EC is coming in a month and will feature the two big EC matches as well as Bryan Deas -vs- Matt Scythe for that KotR Title belt or whatever the hell Deas is calling it now!
*Stan: Great action leading into the summer for MCW, can't wait for our Memorial Day PPV...gonna be off the charts! Lets head to the ring as the action is ready to continue here in MCW!
Vlad -vs- Matt Scythe in a chairshot from hell cage matchup! NO DQ pinfalls and submissions win the matchup.
The arena goes dark, a red hue enveloping the buzzing crowd as they know what’s about to happen. The steel mesh cage gradually lowers from the rafters before gracefully settling into place on the ring. Multiple steel chairs are attached to the mesh, while others adorn the corners of the ring.
ROSS GOLDEN: And here we go! The long-awaited encounter between two mortal enemies is about to commence!
Atreyu comes over the sound system as Vlad is lowered to the ring from the rafters to a deafening chorus of boos from the fans. He hits the rings, undoes the harness and stares up the ramp, waiting for his opponent to arrive. His expression is a curious mixture of anger and smugness as he removes his cape, allowing it to fall to the mat.
RING ANNOUNCER: It is now time for the Chairshot from Hell Steel Cage match! Steel chairs are available to use as weapons, and in order to win, one of the two contestants must escape the cage. Introducing first, in the ring from Turgoviste, Hungary. He weighs 225 pounds: The Blood God VLAD!
Vlad raises his pale yet muscular arms, shaking his head contemptuously at the packed crowd.
Flowerpot Men hits, and the fans fill the arena with an interesting combination of boos and cheers as the Ice Cold Bastard enters the arena, arms raised in the air like a conquering hero and wearing an expression of utter callousness at he glowers at his long-time nemesis in the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: His opponent, coming down the aisle from The Hammer, weighing 220 pounds: The Ice Cold Bastard MATT SCYTHE!
Matt Scythe marches down to the ring and climbs through the door to the cage. Instead of playing to the crowd, he and the Blood God stare one another down without a trace of friendliness.
STAN KNIGHT: This is Scythe’s first appearance in an MCW ring since the summer of last year. I can only guess what kind of shape he’s in at the moment.
ROSS GOLDEN: He certainly looks good... better than he has in a while (emphasis on the “w” and the “h”).
STAN KNIGHT: “A while?”
ROSS GOLDEN: A while.
STAN KNIGHT: “A while!”
ROSS GOLDEN: A while.
STAN KNIGHT: Oh no you don’t! You’re not fooling me with that stupid Stewie Griffin bit!
ROSS GOLDEN: Just trying to have fun, Stan... with you out here every week, it’s not always easy.
The referee calls for the opening bell and the two long-time rivals tear into one another like wild animals on a fresh carcass. Having been out of the game for as long as he has, Scythe loses the battle of fists as Vlad has him reeling against the ropes and the cage, but Matt has his arms up, blocking most of the impact. However, Vlad manages to his an Irish-whip and as Scythe comes running from the opposite end of the ring, Vlad springboards off the second ropes, hitting the Blood Moon Rising.
ROSS GOLDEN: Blood Moon Rising takes down the Ice Cold Bastard and he retreats to a corner trying to get back in this thing... Vlad with a charge... BLOOD RITES! Scythe is down again!
STAN KNIGHT: It looks like he hit his head against that chair that’s propped against the corner... the last thing he needs his a concussion this early in the match!
With his long-time foe down once again, Vlad turns his attention to the steel chairs adorning the cage. He pries one loose and goes to take a swing, but Matt is already up with the same chair he hit his head against in his hands. The two combatants both swing their chairs sending ear-splitting THWACKS! Echoing throughout the arena.
ROSS GOLDEN: In this duel of chairs, who will prevail??
STAN KNIGHT: I don’t know, but I’m going deaf! I hope this stops soon!
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe with a wild swing misses his target... Vlad takes a swing and hits only the cage itself! That has to hurt a little! Scythe tosses the chair at Vlad and cracks him right in the skull!
Vlad’s head snaps back and he falls to one knee, dazed by the chairshot. Scythe takes advantage of this, pushing him to the corner and throwing lefts and rights, some connecting, some blocked by Vlad. The blocking enrages Scythe further as he knees Vlad in the midsection and when he doubles over, Matt nails him with a nasty elbow to the jaw.
STAN KNIGHT: Okay, come on... he won’t even let Vlad get any room!
ROSS GOLDEN: What would you do to a man who tried to end your career? Your life? Kidnap somebody you love? How would you react?
STAN KNIGHT: Um... by pissing in his coffee?
ROSS GOLDEN: Well, that’s a start, I’ll give you that... Scythe’s looking for a splash in the corner, but Vlad dodges that one!
As Scythe staggers out of the corner, Vlad quickly unfolds one of the chairs and sets it down. He hits the ropes and using the chair as a springboard, nails Scythe with another Blood Rites. The impact of which sends Scythe hard into the steel of the cage and down to the mat.
STAN KNIGHT: Scythe is down, Ross!
ROSS GOLDEN: Yeah, down and bleeding... not a good sign!
One can almost see the demonic gleam in Vlad’s crimson eyes as he sees the juice freely flowing down the face of the Ice Cold Bastard. Picking up his chair, he jams the rim of it into the midsection of his enemy, then brings it down across the spine.
ROSS GOLDEN: Did you hear that?! Scythe is reeling from the impact of that shot!
Again, the ICB is down and a bloody mess, but Vlad gives him no quarter. Again, he raises the chair and cracks it across the back of his enemy. Scythe roars in agony from the impact, rolling away from Vlad, but that doesn’t help. One more shot and it looks like the end for Scythe...
ROSS GOLDEN: Look at this... Vlad is now taunting Scythe, mocking him.
STAN KNIGHT: Truth be told, if I had my opponent down like that, I would probably be doing the same.
Vlad is indeed mocking his decade-long nemesis. The audio picks up his insults, just as he says “Why did you even come back?! You’re a fucking loser and you always will be! Just admit it!” Unfortunately, Vlad has given Scythe time to recover and he counters the Blood God’s verbal barrage with a well-timed kick to the... let’s just say “impaler.”
ROSS GOLDEN: Ouch! Vlad topples over and a bloody Scythe is now on the offensive!
Scythe retaliates to Vlad’s earlier taunting by simply yelling “FUCK YOU, BITCH!” He drops the chair on Vlad’s skull and jumps on it, sending a pop through the crowd, but also a partial reaction of disgust.
ROSS GOLDEN: Well, that’s one way to fight back!
STAN KNIGHT: By jumping on a man’s head?? Is he trying to win this thing, or kill Vlad??
ROSS GOLDEN: Maybe a bit of both?
Scythe is still reeling from the abuse he’s received, but that doesn’t stop him from cracking a sick smile, nor from grabbing his opponent by his long dark hair and flinging him against the cage. He then uses the mesh as a cheese grater, dragging Vlad’s face across the steel.
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe is showing his remorseless characteristics... trying to slice Vlad up like a roast!
STAN KNIGHT: Yeah, and immortal or not, Vlad is in a world of hurt!
Now it’s Vlad’s turn to bleed as Matt continues his merciless onslaught with the cage itself. Finally flinging Vlad to the mat like yesterday’s trash, Scythe pries another chair loose from the mesh. His eyes are hazy with hate, his lips moving unintelligibly as he sets the chair up in mid-ring while waiting for Vlad to get to his feet.
ROSS GOLDEN: What does the Ice Cold Bastard have in store for the Blood God?
Whatever it is, we will never know, because Vlad fires back at his foe with multiple shots to the face and midsection. Vlad then hits the ropes just as Scythe attempts a lariat, which the Blood God is able to dodge. Scythe catches him with a kick to the midsection and then hits the ropes himself, attempting a running knee-lift, but Vlad had the move scouted. He grabs Scythe’s leg, spins him around and catches him with a Blood Storm back-breaker... on the chair!
STAN KNIGHT: Damn! I know that had to hurt!
ROSS GOLDEN: This could be it... Vlad may be close to a victory... all he has to do is escape the cage, and he’s telling the referee to open the door.
Indeed, he is and not very politely, either. The official on the outside opens the cage door as Vlad slowly climbs to his feet and begins to make his way towards the door. The fans are frantic, practically pleading with Scythe to stop him, but it doesn’t look good.
ROSS GOLDEN: Vlad is only inches away from the door... but now he’s stopping to taunt the fans. That’s not a smart move there, Vladdy.
STAN KNIGHT: Oh, come on... he knows he’s got this one in the bag... I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!
Like the Undertaker rising from the dead, Scythe pops back up and emits a battle cry that compels Vlad to spin around. He tries not to appear shocked at Matt’s sudden second burst of adrenaline, but his scarlet eyes do widen in surprise. Before he can do anything else, Scythe swings the chair he had landed on and cracks Vlad in the skull. Both men hit the mat hard.
ROSS GOLDEN: Both men are down after that sickening chairshot! That must have taken all the energy Scythe has left.
STAN KNIGHT: But now both men are down... can either of them continue??
ROSS GOLDEN: Both men are bloody, battered and bruised. I would be surprised if they could continue.
For several uncomfortable minutes, neither men move... but then they both peel themselves off the mat much to the delight of the crowd. Vlad is heard snarling, “give it up, weakling human! You can’t take me! You never could!” Scythe is on his feet, but wobbly, needing to lean against the ropes to stay vertical. Nevertheless, he raises his fists, daring the Blood God to bring it.
ROSS GOLDEN: I can’t believe it! They’re still in this thing!
STAN KNIGHT: They hate each other... it’s their hatred that keeps them going... it’s their fuel!
Both men trade punches with Scythe getting the upper hand this time. With all his strength and whatever he can find down deep, he drives a reeling Vlad into the cage but the Damphir surprisingly doesn’t go down. That seems to be okay with Scythe as he drives Vlad head-first into the opposite side of the cage and follows up with a stinging lariat.
ROSS GOLDEN: What an onslaught! Now both men are down again!
Panting, Scythe weakly motions for the referee to open the cage door. He is unable to walk, only crawl to the door. However, just as he reaches it, Vlad gets his second wind and pulls Scythe away from it.
ROSS GOLDEN: So close there... the fans were hoping Scythe would make it, but Vlad put a stop to that... wait he still has Scythe by the legs, but Scythe pushes him off and Vlad hits the steel mesh again... Scythe is up... SCYTHE KICK—no, Vlad blocks it, he blocks it and... IMPALER!!
STAN KNIGHT: That’s it, Ross! Scythe is finished!
It seems that way as Scythe is unmoving, but Vlad can barely move himself. He calls for the door to be open and the fans are not pleased about this. One half of the crowd showers Vlad with immense heat, the other chants “LET’S GO, SCYTHE!” trying to get the ICB back into the match.
ROSS GOLDEN: Vlad is crawling to the door, and this is pretty much academic. Scythe did well for a guy who just came back after a nine-month absence. His personal life has been in shambles, he has struggled with alcohol and substance abuse over the last few years...
STAN KNIGHT: Tough shit! He got himself into that mess, it isn’t anyone’s fault but his own... and now it looks like he—no way!
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe is on his feet again! I am not believing this!
Whether anyone believes it or not, he is. He weakly throws a chair at Vlad’s back. The Blood God glares at him in annoyance, as if having just been bitten by an insect. Shaking his head, he makes his way towards Scythe, who attempts another Scythe Kick. Vlad easily blocks it, and knocks his opponent to the mat again. The crowd collectively shits on Vlad as he cackles mockingly at the fallen ICB... at least until Scythe hoofs him in the groin and hits the Crimson Miracle!
ROSS GOLDEN: Crimson Miracle! Scythe with a lightning-quick motion takes down the Blood God!
STAN KNIGHT: But does he have enough to escape the cage? Or is he just delaying the inevitable??
Again, both men are down. Dried blood clinging to both their faces and bruises visible on their battered bodies (ain’t hi-def great?). After a while and with the urging of the crowd, Scythe slowly sits up and crawls towards the cage door. The referee opens the door as he is mere inches away from certain victory.
ROSS GOLDEN: He’s almost there! Can Scythe overcome the odds and finally defeat his arch-rival?
STAN KNIGHT: Uh-oh... Vlad’s moving! He’s moving, Ross!
Scythe is next to the ropes, which he uses to pull himself to his feet. However, he doesn’t see Vlad also struggling to his feet.
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe better hurry if he hopes to win this... wait, look at Vlad! SPEAR! Vlad just speared Scythe through the door!!
Both men tumble out of the cage like lovers in a passionate embrace and hit the cold hard concrete floor in a heap of broken bodies. No bell sounds as the crowd is pissed! They wanted a clear-cut winner for this thing.
STAN KNIGHT: Wait... they’re both out. So who wins?
ROSS GOLDEN: I’d give the nod to Scythe. He was almost out and he hit the floor first, did he not?
STAN KNIGHT: No! Besides, Vlad used an offensive move. He was the last guy on offensive, so it should go to him.
ROSS GOLDEN: Well in any event, neither of them are moving. These two men put each other through hell tonight!
More referees rush down to ringside to check out Scythe and Vlad as a hush has gradually fallen over the crowd. None seem to be all that concerned with the winner of the match as it seems obvious that both men require medical attention. The EMT’s who come down to ringside shortly thereafter only confirm the worst. By the good grace of God (or whatever religion Vlad might follow), it seems both men are somewhat conscious and barely moving.
STAN KNIGHT: This is utter crap! I wanted a clear-cut winner, damn it!
ROSS GOLDEN: But their health and well-being doesn’t mean a damn thing to you, does it? These two sacrificed their health, their bodies, and very nearly their lives to settles a decade-old score and to entertain the MCW Galaxy, and all you care about is “who won the match?” You’re a dick, Stan!
STAN KNIGHT: Hey, if you were a paying customer, how would you feel if something like this happened??
ROSS GOLDEN: I would hope that both men recover and live to fight another day, that is what I would do!
STAN KNIGHT: Well obviously nobody wants these two to—you know, die... but I feel ripped off and I think a lot of people here do too!
As the announcers continue to argue, the crowd claps for both men, even in spite of their hatred for Vlad and Scythe’s tumultuous lifestyle choices. Both are placed on gurneys and quickly wheeled to the back as the official decision is a draw.
[Backstage all seems quiet but its time for another Rio report...]
Arena dims and the words RIO REPORT appear on the screen and the crowd pops, this being their only chance to see the grim-angel. Josh stands in front of some Hawaiian sea cliffs, equipped with his flashlight and head-cam in hand. The camera crew readies the gear before signaling Josh to start.
"Hello everyone, Josh McEdwin here in front of some Hawaiian sea cliffs, investigating another rumored sighting of Riozhu, formerly known as Chaos. It's a little different to be doing an investigation here, but after what I've been though, this is no longer a paranormal experience. Now, before I go to the clif--"
Josh is interrupted by a hand slamming him in the face to push him out of the shot.
"Get outta here, stiff!"
Xstatic stands proudly in Josh's place, a wide grin spread across his face. Pandora beside him looks at the crashing waves with a finger on her mouth in curiosity for a moment.
"Xstatic here for the another episode of the X Report. A little something I do where I track down people and kick their ass. This time, I'll be using my tracking skills to find Riozhu, bring him back to the MCW so we run that place. We'll do a helluva better job than a certain somebody who I'll remain nameless."
Pandora lifts up a picture of Mike Johnson's face cut out from a magazine and scotch taped to a children's drawing of a donkey. Pandora giggles before tossing it away, behind her. X puts on a ridiculously largely sized cowboy hat with a camera lens circle at the center.
"Now, if you'll follow me, I'm going to walk into this sea cave, grab Rio, and drag his ass out."
P: "Sweetums, can you go without me? I don't like caves very much."
X looks at Pandora with a coy stare before looking back to the caverns, then back to her.
X: "Yeah, I guess."
P: "Yeay! Can you get me a seashell?"
X: "Yeah, sur--Wait, no! ...Actually, now I want one too. Alright, I'll get Rio, get a few seashells, then we'll go."
P: "Think there will be a washed up starfish?"
X: "Hey, it's worth a loo--Alright!! I'm getting side tracked. No starfish!"
P: "Ohh.."
X motions the camera crew to join him to walk to the cave. The shot cuts to advance in time, showing X walking ahead in the cave, wearing the head cap light around his neck
"We've been here for about 20 minutes, there hasn't been a damn thing. Figures, I decide to get on his damn bit and he's no where to be found."
X turns around to face the camera crew only to notice he's absolutely alone. X grins again, enjoying the change of scenery in his situation.
"Alright fly boy, it's just me and you. Care to show yourself? Here, I'll take my hat off and toss it to the side. Me and you, mano e mano."
X does exactly what he says, tossing the hat cam off to the side, along with his the light. It lands perfectly with X still in view. He spins slowly around with his arms out, in a very come-at-me-bro way. Rio steps from the shadows behind X who bumps into him. X jumps slightly before adjusting his clothing and stands before Rio.
R: "Seems every locust finds it's victim. What do you want?"
X: "To bring you back to where you belong. The squared circle isn't the same kind of hell hole without you there. With me, we can dominate and take over."
R: "I don't want to take over, X, I just want to fight.
X speaks quietly for a moment, motion to the sky inconspicuously with his eyes.
X: "I'm pretty sure that's what He wants you to do too!"
Rio rolls his eyes before turning and walking away
X: "You know MCW can't continue on the way it's going, we need to cleanse it so it can flourish!"
Rio stops before turning to look at X for a moment before stepping to him.
R: "We do this and you fuck me, it'll be your worst day. Hell will be a vacation compared to what I will get accomplished."
X: "Yeah yeah. Double-cross, get popped. Check."
X places a hand on Rio's shoulder.
"Buddy, we're going to be a force to be reckoned with. Now can you find me a seashell? Pandora and I want some."
The shot fades to black and the lights in the arena turn back on.
Stan: This is insane! Riozhu, the Grim-Angel is back and is teaming with Xstatic!!
Ross: Incredible! MCW's craziest are making one hell of an impact. With Matt Scythe coming back last show, Rio coming back now and teaming with Xstatic.
Stan: What do you think they meant by cleanse MCW?
Ross: Means you're getting fired and I finally get a sexy sidekick.
Stan: ...Right. Lets head to the ring...
Said -vs- Zacky Cross in a TLC to use matchup! Its all legal with NO DQ rules. Pinfalls and Submissions to win.
I'm Made of Wax Larry, What Are You Made Of? by A Day To Remember hits the speakers and out walks Zacky Cross. He stops on the ramp and bounces around a bit as he smirks. He runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before kipping up and throwing his arms out. He smiles and says something to the camera as he waits for Saidogai.
Stan: One of the newer members of MCW, Zacky Cross so far, hasn't made that big of an impact that we thought.
Ross: Talked a lot of smack in that press conference of his, but Marc Styles made him eat his words.
Stan: Here's hoping he brought his A-Game this time.
Ross: You know what, I think he will. Said's known for bringing out the best in people, but then again, everyone over 6'6" always does! Zacky's got a good future ahead of him here.
Stan: ...Did you see the same match I did? He almost got stomped.
Ross: Yeah, and look how good he looks now! Champ potential, Stan.
Stan: ...Wow
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 as the camera focuses there, awaiting the Human Godzilla to come out, only to zip immediately to the right and zooming in as Saidogai pops out from the entrance of section 7. The crowd explodes as Saidogai walks down the aisle to the ring, holding his TV title high as fans pat him on the back as he passes. Saidogai hops over the guard rail and slides into the ring, never letting his eyes off his opponent as he gets to his feet.
Stan: Hard to believe he had this much trouble before to get this far, Ross. Since coming back at the start of the decade, he's launched himself to the top with ease.
Ross: Just wait, Stan. Soon, his shoulder will act up again, his knee that he says is apparently so much better will buckle on him. He's a flake.
Stan: I'm not too sure you want to say that too loudly.
Ross: Are you kidding? Guy's been beaten up so much, I doubt he can barely hear anything. Let alone understand me.
Stan: What's that supposed to mean?
Ross: My English is too good.
Stan: ...Wow...
The bell sounds, Saidogai readies to lock-up with Zacky, but Zack ducks under Said's left arm, ties him up from behind and sweeps Said's legs to push him to land on his stomach. Zack wraps his arms around Saidogai's arm and wrenches back on the previously separated shoulder, digging his knee into Said's back to keep him from muscling his way out. Zack taunts Said as he pulls back on the shoulder, the ref checks with Said if he wants to tap; Said furiously declines. Zack leans back to add to the pain, but Saidogai declines still. Frustrated, Zack throws Said's arm on the mat and steps back, placing his hands at his hips. Said holds his shoulder for a moment and turns himself to lie on his side as Zack stands over him. He then smiles to himself before stepping foward and reaches for Said's legs, but Said was playing possum the whole time and grabs Zacks head to pull him down into a small package! Ref drops to count 1.....2...and kickout! The two split and both get to their feet at the same time but Said slams Zack back down to the mat with a big boot in the mush. Said steps over Zacks chest before leaning down to send straight jabs to his head, the ref pulls him away after a few shots, reminding him of the rules. Said holds his shoulder again, leaning back on the nearest turnbuckle. He stretches it out quickly before looking back down to Zack who has just started to get up, but slowly. Said reaches down to help him along the way, sending a quick knee strike to Zacks midsection to keep him from getting his wind. Said drags him to a turnbuckle and lays in a few more shots before sending him hard into the opposing turnbuckle. Zack arches his back hard upon the impact but Said pushes him back into the turnbuckle quickly, lifting him to sit on the top. Said climbs up as well, pushing him higher so the two are both standing at the very top, puts Zack's arm over his neck and flips him back for a huge Superplex, landing them both in the center of the mat.
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!"
Said pins 1....2....Kickout again!
Ross: See what I told you, Stan? The kid is tough! Saidogai took him to a new level of pain and he still kicked out!
Stan: Couldn't capitalize on the still injured shoulder, though. He wrenched back hard and Saidogai refused to tap.
Ross: He'll get him to tap.
Said helps Zack back to his feet and whips him into the ropes behind him only to drive him back down into the mat with a Spinebuster. Said quickly pins again 1.....2.....kickout! Said lifts up and lets out a frustrated breath as he looks down at the still dazzeled Zacky Cross. Said, displeased, gets to his feet and slides under the bottom rope to the ring floor and grabs a chair. The crowd pops while Said raises the chair above his head. He slides back into the ring to Zacky slowly getting to his feet again. Said waits until Zack turns to face him and swings, but Zack ducks under it and as the two turn to face each other again, Zack lifts up and dropkicks the chair right into Saidogai's face, causing the big man to land on his back. Zack lands hard, but starts to feel the momentum turn a little back toward him as he gets back to his feet and continues his attack. He picks up the chair Said had dropped and jumps on top of Said again, placing the chair under his legs before he lands to add the harder surface. Zack again to his feet, places the chair down and gets Said to his feet and drops him again with a DDT, sending Said's head straight to the chair. Zack pins Said 1....2....3--Kickout! Last minute Said gets his shoulder up! Zack picks Said up again but is shoved away by the Human Godzilla. His actions though, cause Zack to bounce off the ropes and come back to hit him with a roaring elbow, dropping him again. Zack dodged the bullet with his quick thinking agility and moves quickly to exit the ring. He grabs a table leaning against the guardrail and slides it into the ring, chasing quickly after it. He drops a few kicks to the still downed Saidogai before setting up the table in front of a turnbuckle. He picks Saidogai up to his feet, bringing around the table and leans him against it, facing the turnbuckle before Zacky turns to climb it. He gets to the top and poses for the people with a grin on his face before seeing a poster depicting Saidogai making Zacky tap. Zack yells at the fan for the poor choice and makes fun of him a little in the process. Some people in the crowd boo him before Zack leaps at Saidogai only to get caught and power slammed through the table onto the mat.
Stan: The Human Godzilla surprises Zacky Cross again with another move coming out of nowhere!
Ross: Oh man, Zack botched that dive! He had him easy and he went and lipped off to some jackass!
Stan: This could be the end for Zacky Cross, as Saidogai gets a second wind himself and gets Cross to his feet. He slams him hard again with a german suplex....than another one...and finally a third one to nail the Hiroshima Suplex!
Ross: Zack's in a bad way, this isn't good!
Saidogai pulls Zack to set him up on his knees before back up a small step and slamming his foot hard against Cross' face, hitting the Breath of Fire. Said pins....
1....
2....
3!!!
The Ref grabs Saidogai's arm and lifts it up for the win while they slowly spin for the crowd.
Stan: Saidogai nailed the kick hard, I'm pretty sure he knocked Cross unconscious!
Ross: Ahh, Zack really messed it all up! He had the match in the bag and blew it! Dammit all...
[One last promo for EC Chamber again as it is announced that next week we will begin officially the road to Elimination Chamber PPV as we get an exclusive interview with Marcus Styles as he is going to talk about what will probably be the toughest match of his career to date...all next week, plus great Extreme Divison and World Title contention competitor matches all drawn to lead us to EC.]
(Elimination Chamber MCW Promo video)
*Stan Knight: Fans its going to be an electricify night at the end of April, will we crown a new Extreme Division Champion or will Style retain! And Deas gets his first real test as Champion as he will battle with Matt Scythe for that KotR title belt! Plus the EC match with the top 5 contender to the World Title to determine who will face Payton at the blockbuster PPV Memorial weekend in May! Should be awesome....Main Event time, lets go to the ring!
*Ross: You know I had something to say in the middle of that rant?
*Stan: No you didn't? Go to the ring now!
*Ross: Jerk!
*Stan: Ass-toast!
*Ross: Oh yeah well...your father is Shane O'mac Bry!!
(Stan almost rises up and strikes him but stops himself as he sits down and adjust his suit)
*Stan: Almost lost it, lets head to the ring already!
'Headstrong' by Trapt begins to play over the speakers, the lights along the rampway and the stage by the curtains begin to flicker though various colors. Marc Styles rushes out through the curtains, lifting his arms to the roar of the crowd before running down the rampway to slides into the ring. He jumps to his feet and moves to the ropes along the entryway side. He steps onto the bottom rope, grabbing the top rope, bouncing it as he shouts to the crowd to spur them on, using the momentum to launch himself up into the air a bit, twisting around to land on his feet facing the center of the ring, swinging his arms, waiting on his opponent as the lighting returns to normal.
"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 crowds 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.
Main Event: Payton -vs- Styles in a non-title matchup. This contest is a one on one matchup with standard rules.
-Results: The bell sounds and here we go as the two circle and a lockup in the center of the ring and high and deep arm drag sends Payton sprawling across the ring as she recovers in the corner. Styles grins as he waits and she rises up, cracks her neck and its time to get down to business. She circles with him and collar tie up as they battle and into the corner with Payton leading the dance. She pats him on the chest on the break, slowly both cautious and she motions the little inch sign on his privates and backs up with a laugh. Styles fuming in the corner as he drops to the ring floor and grabs the microphone, "Hey! Hey! I am not going to give up an inch like that, your dead honey!" Payton has to contain herself as he drops the microphone and barrels into the ring as he is drop toe holded to the ring mat on his face. She grabs him up in the headlocks, tussle on the ring ropes as she shoots him off. Styles off the other side and they collide as Payton crumbles to the ring floor and she is hurt. Styles dust off his hands, jacks up his waistband and grabs the top rope and flies over hitting the spinning dive splash! The move hits its mark as Payton is hurt and checking her head. Styles up on the top buckle as he sits down and looks at his pretend watch on his wrist and now he is laying down on the top buckle. The fans are enjoying this show and Payton has had enough. She breaks into the ring and running dropkick as he tries to get off the top laying prone position. The move sends him to the floor as he crashes head over heels and Payton is done playing games.
*Stan: If history has taught us anything with Payton, she is a good natured and humorious person but you don't mock or play her out and Styles is learning that now.
*Ross: She grabs the ring chair as the referee stops her and she drops it, might be a touch confused since her last set of matches were extreme rules. She walks to him and takes the punches to the gut that floor her to her knees! Styles grabs her up and slams her head against the extending ring ramp leading to the ring!
*Stan: He is working that pretty face and tosses her up on the ring ramp as he hops up and takes a buzzsaw kick to the jaw!!! She picks him up and runs with his hair in her hands and tosses him over the top rope to the ring as he lands hard!!!
-Result: Payton is on fire as she climbs the top buckle like a Nyla-cat and waits as Styles turns and she flies with the dropkick, but the ring saavy nature of Styles legsweeps her in midflight as she lands on her back!!! Styles off the short run and elbow drop, another one, and stops....leaping high angle drop down on her. He pins her as the referee counts one...two...thrrr...kickout! Styles grabs her up tosses her over the top rope as she crashes onto the extending ring ramp leading to the ring! She is hurt as Style up on the top buckle as she turns groggy...SUPERMAN flying forearm shot!!! He connected and she might be out of it, referee on the 4 count as Styles picks her up and jams her between his legs. He jacks her up and piledriver on the ring ramp! Styles grins and picks her up and tosses her through the ring ropes to the floor and pins her as the referee counts one...two...three! Did he get her? Referee shakes his his head no and Styles fuming! He turns and Payton nails the Codebreaker to his jaw and she is heading to the top buckle but Styles is a shade off his game. Wait a damn minute Deas and Logan battling on the ring ramp and Deas bumps into the top rope! Payton crashes and crotches the top buckle but the momentum sends her down face first into the top rope!!!
*Stan: What the hell are Logan and Deas doing out here? Deas and Logan battling and Deas tosses Logan down into the barrier! Does he know what he did?
*Ross: Maybe not but Styles has taken point of a hurt Payton on the ring ramp! He grabs her up and tosses her into the ring and waste not time...Shining Wizard!!!
*Stan: He picks her up....Styles Spike- sitout piledriver!!!
-Results: Deas and Logan still battling on the ring ramp as the referee counts one...two....three!!! This one is over with, Styles has pinned The World Champion Payton!!! Styles grabs his Extreme Division Title and high tails it as he notices that Logan is glaring into the ring after disposing of Deas with an GFE/RKO on a bunch of empty chairs. Logan seems pissed at himself as Payton recovers and standing in the middle of the ring gives him a pissed off look. Both look to the viewtron as a beaten Mike Johnson is sitting at his desk and is clapping loudly and laughing. Deas scampers up the ring ramp with a grin on his face, did the chairman just play out both Logan and Payton? The show ends to Johnson laughing on the viewtron at what happen, now if he had anything to do with the ending is unknown but he seems to enjoy what has happen. Styles is standing on the concrete steps up by the fans as he ignores the laughing Johnson but something is not right with the situation. Scene fades out to Payton pacing the ring, Logan shocked on the ring ramp and everyone else celebrating a shocking Styles win.
THE END
3-8-2012
Live in Honolulu, Hawaii
Neal S. Blaisdell Center
[Show opens as Mike Johnson is in the back dressing room area with his ring gear on consisting of red leg length ring tights, no shirt showing off a variety of kickass
tattoos, black ring boots and his signature aviation goggles on his head ready for flight. Deas enters as he looks ready as well and has both titles over his shoulder. Deas grins and Mike pats him on the back.]
*Johnson: A chance tonight for you to take down one of your future competitors for YOUR...KoTR Title! Looks good on ya champ!
*Deas: Gold always looks good on me Mike, lets get this done...and remember your paying me full out the 12K for taking this matchup!
*Johnson: That's what I always liked about you Deas, money and title gold first...business before pleasure, I taught you well.
*Deas: Put it back in your pants Mike (serious tone) lets put down Logan so I can get back to being the best damn champion in the fed today!
*Johnson: (Laughs) You don't have to tell me twice, off we go!
[Mike puts the goggles down on his eyes as Deas rolls his eyes and walks away from Mike, almost embarrassed to be seen with him. Mike follows but Deas moves at a faster pace. Mike stops and returns to his office shouting down the hallway]
*Johnson: Deas, I got to grab my shovel head to the entrance area I'll meet you their.
[Deas yells back an agreement looking in the direction of Johnson as he scoffs making fun of his boss and turns to walk in that direction. He turns right into an RKO from Logan that drops Deas. Logan grins and pulls the unconscious Deas into a nearby broom closet. Logan quickly enters and stomping down Deas he handcuffs him to the cement floor hook near the drain sink. Logan laughs as he slinks out and shuts the door breaking off the doorknob and locking Deas in for the night. Logan looks around and heads to the ring area with a laugh on his face. Johnson not long after emerges and heads to the ring thinking he has one up on Logan this time around.]
[Show officially opens to the Elimination Chamber video on the viewtron in a dark arena. The proud Hawaiian fans look on as the video plays showing what will be the two big matches at Aprils Elimination Chamber PPV where 5 contenders will battle in the EC to face Payton in Mays PPV. We will also see an EC matchup featuring The Extreme Division Champion taking on 5 competitors to see who becomes the ED Champion.]
(Elimination Chamber MCW video)
[Show pyro goes off and we are live here in Hawaii for the first time probably ever in the history of MCW! The fans are lit up, they are excited and should be as we will feature some awesome matches. After the sounds of House of the Rising Sun plays out from the Sons of Anarchy season 4 finale, the music cuts and the lights go up and its match time. The sounds of Man in the Box plays and Mike Johnson walks out to the ring as the fans boo him. He holds his shovel in hand ready for battle. He looks down at the trench pit of barbed wire and other hardcore items that is offset the ring area. Mike hits the ring as he enters and waits for Deas to come out. Deas music "Out of My Way" by Seether plays but he doesn't come out. Mike is getting pissed as he grabs up a ring microphone.]
*Johnson: (worried tone) Alright Deas get your ass out here its match time, put the controller down! Deas? Come on man stop joking...
[The viewtron kicks on as it shows the janitors closet that Deas is trapped in. The camera man opens the door as Deas is beat down, groggy and trying to free himself from the cuffs but that won't happen. Logan appears in the camera shot and grins, "Johnson....its game time!" The feed cuts out as Johnson power walks to the ring ropes to get away. Logan bust into the ring from the crowd as he charges Johnson and clubs him in the back over the top buckle to the ring ramp. Johnson crashes to the ramp as he looks up back pedalling up the ramp as Logan gives chase. Johnson gets up trying to run as Logan kicks him in the ass! Johnson falls on his hands and stumbles as Logan legsweeps him. He picks him up and gives him an RKO on the ring ramp! The fans light up as Logan grins, he picks up the shovel and Johnson and laughs branding Mike in the head. Logan being the military type is use to barbed wire and pain, so he grabs up Johnson....RKO off the ramp into the barbed wire mess!!!! Johnson and Logan are caught up in the mess as we cut to a commercial.]
{Commerical break for a promo to the EC CHAMBER PPV! We are back in the ring area as medics are carrying Johnson off as Logan is nowhere to be seen.}
[Announcers set]
*Stan: What a hell of a way to kick off the show tonight fans, welcome to Warzone and Johnson just got lit up!!!
*Ross: Like a little roach lit to the very tip to get the pure flavor....*exhales* Johnson got put out!!! On our replay we see on the viewtron...Johnson takes the Greatest Finisher Ever into the pit of hell and in my opinion got what he deserved!
*Stan: As we know fans Johnson tried to fire Logan months ago after Christmas of all things, and that didn't sit well with the military machine gun that is Logan Hunter!
*Ross: Well Stan, I hate to step on your toes...
*Stan: Wouldn't be the first time!
*Ross: (laughs) It has been signed for the May PPV that Logan Hunter and Mike Johnson will battle in a Hell in a Cell Barbed wire Cage Matchup to settle the score!!! And this just also announced that at the May PPV after EC PPV we will see Payton facing the winner of the Elimination Chamber PPV Main Event!
*Stan: If I might interject on my own job here, also we have been told its ok to announce that in May we will see Xstatic -vs- Draka part 3 the war to settle the score as they will do battle in a Bladed Weapon cage matchup! The weapons are allowed to be used within reason, and the last man standing will win this best of 3 fight!
*Ross: So to recap for the fans while we setup for the next matchup! May PPV is set in motion, EC is coming in a month and will feature the two big EC matches as well as Bryan Deas -vs- Matt Scythe for that KotR Title belt or whatever the hell Deas is calling it now!
*Stan: Great action leading into the summer for MCW, can't wait for our Memorial Day PPV...gonna be off the charts! Lets head to the ring as the action is ready to continue here in MCW!
Vlad -vs- Matt Scythe in a chairshot from hell cage matchup! NO DQ pinfalls and submissions win the matchup.
The arena goes dark, a red hue enveloping the buzzing crowd as they know what’s about to happen. The steel mesh cage gradually lowers from the rafters before gracefully settling into place on the ring. Multiple steel chairs are attached to the mesh, while others adorn the corners of the ring.
ROSS GOLDEN: And here we go! The long-awaited encounter between two mortal enemies is about to commence!
Atreyu comes over the sound system as Vlad is lowered to the ring from the rafters to a deafening chorus of boos from the fans. He hits the rings, undoes the harness and stares up the ramp, waiting for his opponent to arrive. His expression is a curious mixture of anger and smugness as he removes his cape, allowing it to fall to the mat.
RING ANNOUNCER: It is now time for the Chairshot from Hell Steel Cage match! Steel chairs are available to use as weapons, and in order to win, one of the two contestants must escape the cage. Introducing first, in the ring from Turgoviste, Hungary. He weighs 225 pounds: The Blood God VLAD!
Vlad raises his pale yet muscular arms, shaking his head contemptuously at the packed crowd.
Flowerpot Men hits, and the fans fill the arena with an interesting combination of boos and cheers as the Ice Cold Bastard enters the arena, arms raised in the air like a conquering hero and wearing an expression of utter callousness at he glowers at his long-time nemesis in the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: His opponent, coming down the aisle from The Hammer, weighing 220 pounds: The Ice Cold Bastard MATT SCYTHE!
Matt Scythe marches down to the ring and climbs through the door to the cage. Instead of playing to the crowd, he and the Blood God stare one another down without a trace of friendliness.
STAN KNIGHT: This is Scythe’s first appearance in an MCW ring since the summer of last year. I can only guess what kind of shape he’s in at the moment.
ROSS GOLDEN: He certainly looks good... better than he has in a while (emphasis on the “w” and the “h”).
STAN KNIGHT: “A while?”
ROSS GOLDEN: A while.
STAN KNIGHT: “A while!”
ROSS GOLDEN: A while.
STAN KNIGHT: Oh no you don’t! You’re not fooling me with that stupid Stewie Griffin bit!
ROSS GOLDEN: Just trying to have fun, Stan... with you out here every week, it’s not always easy.
The referee calls for the opening bell and the two long-time rivals tear into one another like wild animals on a fresh carcass. Having been out of the game for as long as he has, Scythe loses the battle of fists as Vlad has him reeling against the ropes and the cage, but Matt has his arms up, blocking most of the impact. However, Vlad manages to his an Irish-whip and as Scythe comes running from the opposite end of the ring, Vlad springboards off the second ropes, hitting the Blood Moon Rising.
ROSS GOLDEN: Blood Moon Rising takes down the Ice Cold Bastard and he retreats to a corner trying to get back in this thing... Vlad with a charge... BLOOD RITES! Scythe is down again!
STAN KNIGHT: It looks like he hit his head against that chair that’s propped against the corner... the last thing he needs his a concussion this early in the match!
With his long-time foe down once again, Vlad turns his attention to the steel chairs adorning the cage. He pries one loose and goes to take a swing, but Matt is already up with the same chair he hit his head against in his hands. The two combatants both swing their chairs sending ear-splitting THWACKS! Echoing throughout the arena.
ROSS GOLDEN: In this duel of chairs, who will prevail??
STAN KNIGHT: I don’t know, but I’m going deaf! I hope this stops soon!
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe with a wild swing misses his target... Vlad takes a swing and hits only the cage itself! That has to hurt a little! Scythe tosses the chair at Vlad and cracks him right in the skull!
Vlad’s head snaps back and he falls to one knee, dazed by the chairshot. Scythe takes advantage of this, pushing him to the corner and throwing lefts and rights, some connecting, some blocked by Vlad. The blocking enrages Scythe further as he knees Vlad in the midsection and when he doubles over, Matt nails him with a nasty elbow to the jaw.
STAN KNIGHT: Okay, come on... he won’t even let Vlad get any room!
ROSS GOLDEN: What would you do to a man who tried to end your career? Your life? Kidnap somebody you love? How would you react?
STAN KNIGHT: Um... by pissing in his coffee?
ROSS GOLDEN: Well, that’s a start, I’ll give you that... Scythe’s looking for a splash in the corner, but Vlad dodges that one!
As Scythe staggers out of the corner, Vlad quickly unfolds one of the chairs and sets it down. He hits the ropes and using the chair as a springboard, nails Scythe with another Blood Rites. The impact of which sends Scythe hard into the steel of the cage and down to the mat.
STAN KNIGHT: Scythe is down, Ross!
ROSS GOLDEN: Yeah, down and bleeding... not a good sign!
One can almost see the demonic gleam in Vlad’s crimson eyes as he sees the juice freely flowing down the face of the Ice Cold Bastard. Picking up his chair, he jams the rim of it into the midsection of his enemy, then brings it down across the spine.
ROSS GOLDEN: Did you hear that?! Scythe is reeling from the impact of that shot!
Again, the ICB is down and a bloody mess, but Vlad gives him no quarter. Again, he raises the chair and cracks it across the back of his enemy. Scythe roars in agony from the impact, rolling away from Vlad, but that doesn’t help. One more shot and it looks like the end for Scythe...
ROSS GOLDEN: Look at this... Vlad is now taunting Scythe, mocking him.
STAN KNIGHT: Truth be told, if I had my opponent down like that, I would probably be doing the same.
Vlad is indeed mocking his decade-long nemesis. The audio picks up his insults, just as he says “Why did you even come back?! You’re a fucking loser and you always will be! Just admit it!” Unfortunately, Vlad has given Scythe time to recover and he counters the Blood God’s verbal barrage with a well-timed kick to the... let’s just say “impaler.”
ROSS GOLDEN: Ouch! Vlad topples over and a bloody Scythe is now on the offensive!
Scythe retaliates to Vlad’s earlier taunting by simply yelling “FUCK YOU, BITCH!” He drops the chair on Vlad’s skull and jumps on it, sending a pop through the crowd, but also a partial reaction of disgust.
ROSS GOLDEN: Well, that’s one way to fight back!
STAN KNIGHT: By jumping on a man’s head?? Is he trying to win this thing, or kill Vlad??
ROSS GOLDEN: Maybe a bit of both?
Scythe is still reeling from the abuse he’s received, but that doesn’t stop him from cracking a sick smile, nor from grabbing his opponent by his long dark hair and flinging him against the cage. He then uses the mesh as a cheese grater, dragging Vlad’s face across the steel.
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe is showing his remorseless characteristics... trying to slice Vlad up like a roast!
STAN KNIGHT: Yeah, and immortal or not, Vlad is in a world of hurt!
Now it’s Vlad’s turn to bleed as Matt continues his merciless onslaught with the cage itself. Finally flinging Vlad to the mat like yesterday’s trash, Scythe pries another chair loose from the mesh. His eyes are hazy with hate, his lips moving unintelligibly as he sets the chair up in mid-ring while waiting for Vlad to get to his feet.
ROSS GOLDEN: What does the Ice Cold Bastard have in store for the Blood God?
Whatever it is, we will never know, because Vlad fires back at his foe with multiple shots to the face and midsection. Vlad then hits the ropes just as Scythe attempts a lariat, which the Blood God is able to dodge. Scythe catches him with a kick to the midsection and then hits the ropes himself, attempting a running knee-lift, but Vlad had the move scouted. He grabs Scythe’s leg, spins him around and catches him with a Blood Storm back-breaker... on the chair!
STAN KNIGHT: Damn! I know that had to hurt!
ROSS GOLDEN: This could be it... Vlad may be close to a victory... all he has to do is escape the cage, and he’s telling the referee to open the door.
Indeed, he is and not very politely, either. The official on the outside opens the cage door as Vlad slowly climbs to his feet and begins to make his way towards the door. The fans are frantic, practically pleading with Scythe to stop him, but it doesn’t look good.
ROSS GOLDEN: Vlad is only inches away from the door... but now he’s stopping to taunt the fans. That’s not a smart move there, Vladdy.
STAN KNIGHT: Oh, come on... he knows he’s got this one in the bag... I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!
Like the Undertaker rising from the dead, Scythe pops back up and emits a battle cry that compels Vlad to spin around. He tries not to appear shocked at Matt’s sudden second burst of adrenaline, but his scarlet eyes do widen in surprise. Before he can do anything else, Scythe swings the chair he had landed on and cracks Vlad in the skull. Both men hit the mat hard.
ROSS GOLDEN: Both men are down after that sickening chairshot! That must have taken all the energy Scythe has left.
STAN KNIGHT: But now both men are down... can either of them continue??
ROSS GOLDEN: Both men are bloody, battered and bruised. I would be surprised if they could continue.
For several uncomfortable minutes, neither men move... but then they both peel themselves off the mat much to the delight of the crowd. Vlad is heard snarling, “give it up, weakling human! You can’t take me! You never could!” Scythe is on his feet, but wobbly, needing to lean against the ropes to stay vertical. Nevertheless, he raises his fists, daring the Blood God to bring it.
ROSS GOLDEN: I can’t believe it! They’re still in this thing!
STAN KNIGHT: They hate each other... it’s their hatred that keeps them going... it’s their fuel!
Both men trade punches with Scythe getting the upper hand this time. With all his strength and whatever he can find down deep, he drives a reeling Vlad into the cage but the Damphir surprisingly doesn’t go down. That seems to be okay with Scythe as he drives Vlad head-first into the opposite side of the cage and follows up with a stinging lariat.
ROSS GOLDEN: What an onslaught! Now both men are down again!
Panting, Scythe weakly motions for the referee to open the cage door. He is unable to walk, only crawl to the door. However, just as he reaches it, Vlad gets his second wind and pulls Scythe away from it.
ROSS GOLDEN: So close there... the fans were hoping Scythe would make it, but Vlad put a stop to that... wait he still has Scythe by the legs, but Scythe pushes him off and Vlad hits the steel mesh again... Scythe is up... SCYTHE KICK—no, Vlad blocks it, he blocks it and... IMPALER!!
STAN KNIGHT: That’s it, Ross! Scythe is finished!
It seems that way as Scythe is unmoving, but Vlad can barely move himself. He calls for the door to be open and the fans are not pleased about this. One half of the crowd showers Vlad with immense heat, the other chants “LET’S GO, SCYTHE!” trying to get the ICB back into the match.
ROSS GOLDEN: Vlad is crawling to the door, and this is pretty much academic. Scythe did well for a guy who just came back after a nine-month absence. His personal life has been in shambles, he has struggled with alcohol and substance abuse over the last few years...
STAN KNIGHT: Tough shit! He got himself into that mess, it isn’t anyone’s fault but his own... and now it looks like he—no way!
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe is on his feet again! I am not believing this!
Whether anyone believes it or not, he is. He weakly throws a chair at Vlad’s back. The Blood God glares at him in annoyance, as if having just been bitten by an insect. Shaking his head, he makes his way towards Scythe, who attempts another Scythe Kick. Vlad easily blocks it, and knocks his opponent to the mat again. The crowd collectively shits on Vlad as he cackles mockingly at the fallen ICB... at least until Scythe hoofs him in the groin and hits the Crimson Miracle!
ROSS GOLDEN: Crimson Miracle! Scythe with a lightning-quick motion takes down the Blood God!
STAN KNIGHT: But does he have enough to escape the cage? Or is he just delaying the inevitable??
Again, both men are down. Dried blood clinging to both their faces and bruises visible on their battered bodies (ain’t hi-def great?). After a while and with the urging of the crowd, Scythe slowly sits up and crawls towards the cage door. The referee opens the door as he is mere inches away from certain victory.
ROSS GOLDEN: He’s almost there! Can Scythe overcome the odds and finally defeat his arch-rival?
STAN KNIGHT: Uh-oh... Vlad’s moving! He’s moving, Ross!
Scythe is next to the ropes, which he uses to pull himself to his feet. However, he doesn’t see Vlad also struggling to his feet.
ROSS GOLDEN: Scythe better hurry if he hopes to win this... wait, look at Vlad! SPEAR! Vlad just speared Scythe through the door!!
Both men tumble out of the cage like lovers in a passionate embrace and hit the cold hard concrete floor in a heap of broken bodies. No bell sounds as the crowd is pissed! They wanted a clear-cut winner for this thing.
STAN KNIGHT: Wait... they’re both out. So who wins?
ROSS GOLDEN: I’d give the nod to Scythe. He was almost out and he hit the floor first, did he not?
STAN KNIGHT: No! Besides, Vlad used an offensive move. He was the last guy on offensive, so it should go to him.
ROSS GOLDEN: Well in any event, neither of them are moving. These two men put each other through hell tonight!
More referees rush down to ringside to check out Scythe and Vlad as a hush has gradually fallen over the crowd. None seem to be all that concerned with the winner of the match as it seems obvious that both men require medical attention. The EMT’s who come down to ringside shortly thereafter only confirm the worst. By the good grace of God (or whatever religion Vlad might follow), it seems both men are somewhat conscious and barely moving.
STAN KNIGHT: This is utter crap! I wanted a clear-cut winner, damn it!
ROSS GOLDEN: But their health and well-being doesn’t mean a damn thing to you, does it? These two sacrificed their health, their bodies, and very nearly their lives to settles a decade-old score and to entertain the MCW Galaxy, and all you care about is “who won the match?” You’re a dick, Stan!
STAN KNIGHT: Hey, if you were a paying customer, how would you feel if something like this happened??
ROSS GOLDEN: I would hope that both men recover and live to fight another day, that is what I would do!
STAN KNIGHT: Well obviously nobody wants these two to—you know, die... but I feel ripped off and I think a lot of people here do too!
As the announcers continue to argue, the crowd claps for both men, even in spite of their hatred for Vlad and Scythe’s tumultuous lifestyle choices. Both are placed on gurneys and quickly wheeled to the back as the official decision is a draw.
[Backstage all seems quiet but its time for another Rio report...]
Arena dims and the words RIO REPORT appear on the screen and the crowd pops, this being their only chance to see the grim-angel. Josh stands in front of some Hawaiian sea cliffs, equipped with his flashlight and head-cam in hand. The camera crew readies the gear before signaling Josh to start.
"Hello everyone, Josh McEdwin here in front of some Hawaiian sea cliffs, investigating another rumored sighting of Riozhu, formerly known as Chaos. It's a little different to be doing an investigation here, but after what I've been though, this is no longer a paranormal experience. Now, before I go to the clif--"
Josh is interrupted by a hand slamming him in the face to push him out of the shot.
"Get outta here, stiff!"
Xstatic stands proudly in Josh's place, a wide grin spread across his face. Pandora beside him looks at the crashing waves with a finger on her mouth in curiosity for a moment.
"Xstatic here for the another episode of the X Report. A little something I do where I track down people and kick their ass. This time, I'll be using my tracking skills to find Riozhu, bring him back to the MCW so we run that place. We'll do a helluva better job than a certain somebody who I'll remain nameless."
Pandora lifts up a picture of Mike Johnson's face cut out from a magazine and scotch taped to a children's drawing of a donkey. Pandora giggles before tossing it away, behind her. X puts on a ridiculously largely sized cowboy hat with a camera lens circle at the center.
"Now, if you'll follow me, I'm going to walk into this sea cave, grab Rio, and drag his ass out."
P: "Sweetums, can you go without me? I don't like caves very much."
X looks at Pandora with a coy stare before looking back to the caverns, then back to her.
X: "Yeah, I guess."
P: "Yeay! Can you get me a seashell?"
X: "Yeah, sur--Wait, no! ...Actually, now I want one too. Alright, I'll get Rio, get a few seashells, then we'll go."
P: "Think there will be a washed up starfish?"
X: "Hey, it's worth a loo--Alright!! I'm getting side tracked. No starfish!"
P: "Ohh.."
X motions the camera crew to join him to walk to the cave. The shot cuts to advance in time, showing X walking ahead in the cave, wearing the head cap light around his neck
"We've been here for about 20 minutes, there hasn't been a damn thing. Figures, I decide to get on his damn bit and he's no where to be found."
X turns around to face the camera crew only to notice he's absolutely alone. X grins again, enjoying the change of scenery in his situation.
"Alright fly boy, it's just me and you. Care to show yourself? Here, I'll take my hat off and toss it to the side. Me and you, mano e mano."
X does exactly what he says, tossing the hat cam off to the side, along with his the light. It lands perfectly with X still in view. He spins slowly around with his arms out, in a very come-at-me-bro way. Rio steps from the shadows behind X who bumps into him. X jumps slightly before adjusting his clothing and stands before Rio.
R: "Seems every locust finds it's victim. What do you want?"
X: "To bring you back to where you belong. The squared circle isn't the same kind of hell hole without you there. With me, we can dominate and take over."
R: "I don't want to take over, X, I just want to fight.
X speaks quietly for a moment, motion to the sky inconspicuously with his eyes.
X: "I'm pretty sure that's what He wants you to do too!"
Rio rolls his eyes before turning and walking away
X: "You know MCW can't continue on the way it's going, we need to cleanse it so it can flourish!"
Rio stops before turning to look at X for a moment before stepping to him.
R: "We do this and you fuck me, it'll be your worst day. Hell will be a vacation compared to what I will get accomplished."
X: "Yeah yeah. Double-cross, get popped. Check."
X places a hand on Rio's shoulder.
"Buddy, we're going to be a force to be reckoned with. Now can you find me a seashell? Pandora and I want some."
The shot fades to black and the lights in the arena turn back on.
Stan: This is insane! Riozhu, the Grim-Angel is back and is teaming with Xstatic!!
Ross: Incredible! MCW's craziest are making one hell of an impact. With Matt Scythe coming back last show, Rio coming back now and teaming with Xstatic.
Stan: What do you think they meant by cleanse MCW?
Ross: Means you're getting fired and I finally get a sexy sidekick.
Stan: ...Right. Lets head to the ring...
Said -vs- Zacky Cross in a TLC to use matchup! Its all legal with NO DQ rules. Pinfalls and Submissions to win.
I'm Made of Wax Larry, What Are You Made Of? by A Day To Remember hits the speakers and out walks Zacky Cross. He stops on the ramp and bounces around a bit as he smirks. He runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before kipping up and throwing his arms out. He smiles and says something to the camera as he waits for Saidogai.
Stan: One of the newer members of MCW, Zacky Cross so far, hasn't made that big of an impact that we thought.
Ross: Talked a lot of smack in that press conference of his, but Marc Styles made him eat his words.
Stan: Here's hoping he brought his A-Game this time.
Ross: You know what, I think he will. Said's known for bringing out the best in people, but then again, everyone over 6'6" always does! Zacky's got a good future ahead of him here.
Stan: ...Did you see the same match I did? He almost got stomped.
Ross: Yeah, and look how good he looks now! Champ potential, Stan.
Stan: ...Wow
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 as the camera focuses there, awaiting the Human Godzilla to come out, only to zip immediately to the right and zooming in as Saidogai pops out from the entrance of section 7. The crowd explodes as Saidogai walks down the aisle to the ring, holding his TV title high as fans pat him on the back as he passes. Saidogai hops over the guard rail and slides into the ring, never letting his eyes off his opponent as he gets to his feet.
Stan: Hard to believe he had this much trouble before to get this far, Ross. Since coming back at the start of the decade, he's launched himself to the top with ease.
Ross: Just wait, Stan. Soon, his shoulder will act up again, his knee that he says is apparently so much better will buckle on him. He's a flake.
Stan: I'm not too sure you want to say that too loudly.
Ross: Are you kidding? Guy's been beaten up so much, I doubt he can barely hear anything. Let alone understand me.
Stan: What's that supposed to mean?
Ross: My English is too good.
Stan: ...Wow...
The bell sounds, Saidogai readies to lock-up with Zacky, but Zack ducks under Said's left arm, ties him up from behind and sweeps Said's legs to push him to land on his stomach. Zack wraps his arms around Saidogai's arm and wrenches back on the previously separated shoulder, digging his knee into Said's back to keep him from muscling his way out. Zack taunts Said as he pulls back on the shoulder, the ref checks with Said if he wants to tap; Said furiously declines. Zack leans back to add to the pain, but Saidogai declines still. Frustrated, Zack throws Said's arm on the mat and steps back, placing his hands at his hips. Said holds his shoulder for a moment and turns himself to lie on his side as Zack stands over him. He then smiles to himself before stepping foward and reaches for Said's legs, but Said was playing possum the whole time and grabs Zacks head to pull him down into a small package! Ref drops to count 1.....2...and kickout! The two split and both get to their feet at the same time but Said slams Zack back down to the mat with a big boot in the mush. Said steps over Zacks chest before leaning down to send straight jabs to his head, the ref pulls him away after a few shots, reminding him of the rules. Said holds his shoulder again, leaning back on the nearest turnbuckle. He stretches it out quickly before looking back down to Zack who has just started to get up, but slowly. Said reaches down to help him along the way, sending a quick knee strike to Zacks midsection to keep him from getting his wind. Said drags him to a turnbuckle and lays in a few more shots before sending him hard into the opposing turnbuckle. Zack arches his back hard upon the impact but Said pushes him back into the turnbuckle quickly, lifting him to sit on the top. Said climbs up as well, pushing him higher so the two are both standing at the very top, puts Zack's arm over his neck and flips him back for a huge Superplex, landing them both in the center of the mat.
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!"
Said pins 1....2....Kickout again!
Ross: See what I told you, Stan? The kid is tough! Saidogai took him to a new level of pain and he still kicked out!
Stan: Couldn't capitalize on the still injured shoulder, though. He wrenched back hard and Saidogai refused to tap.
Ross: He'll get him to tap.
Said helps Zack back to his feet and whips him into the ropes behind him only to drive him back down into the mat with a Spinebuster. Said quickly pins again 1.....2.....kickout! Said lifts up and lets out a frustrated breath as he looks down at the still dazzeled Zacky Cross. Said, displeased, gets to his feet and slides under the bottom rope to the ring floor and grabs a chair. The crowd pops while Said raises the chair above his head. He slides back into the ring to Zacky slowly getting to his feet again. Said waits until Zack turns to face him and swings, but Zack ducks under it and as the two turn to face each other again, Zack lifts up and dropkicks the chair right into Saidogai's face, causing the big man to land on his back. Zack lands hard, but starts to feel the momentum turn a little back toward him as he gets back to his feet and continues his attack. He picks up the chair Said had dropped and jumps on top of Said again, placing the chair under his legs before he lands to add the harder surface. Zack again to his feet, places the chair down and gets Said to his feet and drops him again with a DDT, sending Said's head straight to the chair. Zack pins Said 1....2....3--Kickout! Last minute Said gets his shoulder up! Zack picks Said up again but is shoved away by the Human Godzilla. His actions though, cause Zack to bounce off the ropes and come back to hit him with a roaring elbow, dropping him again. Zack dodged the bullet with his quick thinking agility and moves quickly to exit the ring. He grabs a table leaning against the guardrail and slides it into the ring, chasing quickly after it. He drops a few kicks to the still downed Saidogai before setting up the table in front of a turnbuckle. He picks Saidogai up to his feet, bringing around the table and leans him against it, facing the turnbuckle before Zacky turns to climb it. He gets to the top and poses for the people with a grin on his face before seeing a poster depicting Saidogai making Zacky tap. Zack yells at the fan for the poor choice and makes fun of him a little in the process. Some people in the crowd boo him before Zack leaps at Saidogai only to get caught and power slammed through the table onto the mat.
Stan: The Human Godzilla surprises Zacky Cross again with another move coming out of nowhere!
Ross: Oh man, Zack botched that dive! He had him easy and he went and lipped off to some jackass!
Stan: This could be the end for Zacky Cross, as Saidogai gets a second wind himself and gets Cross to his feet. He slams him hard again with a german suplex....than another one...and finally a third one to nail the Hiroshima Suplex!
Ross: Zack's in a bad way, this isn't good!
Saidogai pulls Zack to set him up on his knees before back up a small step and slamming his foot hard against Cross' face, hitting the Breath of Fire. Said pins....
1....
2....
3!!!
The Ref grabs Saidogai's arm and lifts it up for the win while they slowly spin for the crowd.
Stan: Saidogai nailed the kick hard, I'm pretty sure he knocked Cross unconscious!
Ross: Ahh, Zack really messed it all up! He had the match in the bag and blew it! Dammit all...
[One last promo for EC Chamber again as it is announced that next week we will begin officially the road to Elimination Chamber PPV as we get an exclusive interview with Marcus Styles as he is going to talk about what will probably be the toughest match of his career to date...all next week, plus great Extreme Divison and World Title contention competitor matches all drawn to lead us to EC.]
(Elimination Chamber MCW Promo video)
*Stan Knight: Fans its going to be an electricify night at the end of April, will we crown a new Extreme Division Champion or will Style retain! And Deas gets his first real test as Champion as he will battle with Matt Scythe for that KotR title belt! Plus the EC match with the top 5 contender to the World Title to determine who will face Payton at the blockbuster PPV Memorial weekend in May! Should be awesome....Main Event time, lets go to the ring!
*Ross: You know I had something to say in the middle of that rant?
*Stan: No you didn't? Go to the ring now!
*Ross: Jerk!
*Stan: Ass-toast!
*Ross: Oh yeah well...your father is Shane O'mac Bry!!
(Stan almost rises up and strikes him but stops himself as he sits down and adjust his suit)
*Stan: Almost lost it, lets head to the ring already!
'Headstrong' by Trapt begins to play over the speakers, the lights along the rampway and the stage by the curtains begin to flicker though various colors. Marc Styles rushes out through the curtains, lifting his arms to the roar of the crowd before running down the rampway to slides into the ring. He jumps to his feet and moves to the ropes along the entryway side. He steps onto the bottom rope, grabbing the top rope, bouncing it as he shouts to the crowd to spur them on, using the momentum to launch himself up into the air a bit, twisting around to land on his feet facing the center of the ring, swinging his arms, waiting on his opponent as the lighting returns to normal.
"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 crowds 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.
Main Event: Payton -vs- Styles in a non-title matchup. This contest is a one on one matchup with standard rules.
-Results: The bell sounds and here we go as the two circle and a lockup in the center of the ring and high and deep arm drag sends Payton sprawling across the ring as she recovers in the corner. Styles grins as he waits and she rises up, cracks her neck and its time to get down to business. She circles with him and collar tie up as they battle and into the corner with Payton leading the dance. She pats him on the chest on the break, slowly both cautious and she motions the little inch sign on his privates and backs up with a laugh. Styles fuming in the corner as he drops to the ring floor and grabs the microphone, "Hey! Hey! I am not going to give up an inch like that, your dead honey!" Payton has to contain herself as he drops the microphone and barrels into the ring as he is drop toe holded to the ring mat on his face. She grabs him up in the headlocks, tussle on the ring ropes as she shoots him off. Styles off the other side and they collide as Payton crumbles to the ring floor and she is hurt. Styles dust off his hands, jacks up his waistband and grabs the top rope and flies over hitting the spinning dive splash! The move hits its mark as Payton is hurt and checking her head. Styles up on the top buckle as he sits down and looks at his pretend watch on his wrist and now he is laying down on the top buckle. The fans are enjoying this show and Payton has had enough. She breaks into the ring and running dropkick as he tries to get off the top laying prone position. The move sends him to the floor as he crashes head over heels and Payton is done playing games.
*Stan: If history has taught us anything with Payton, she is a good natured and humorious person but you don't mock or play her out and Styles is learning that now.
*Ross: She grabs the ring chair as the referee stops her and she drops it, might be a touch confused since her last set of matches were extreme rules. She walks to him and takes the punches to the gut that floor her to her knees! Styles grabs her up and slams her head against the extending ring ramp leading to the ring!
*Stan: He is working that pretty face and tosses her up on the ring ramp as he hops up and takes a buzzsaw kick to the jaw!!! She picks him up and runs with his hair in her hands and tosses him over the top rope to the ring as he lands hard!!!
-Result: Payton is on fire as she climbs the top buckle like a Nyla-cat and waits as Styles turns and she flies with the dropkick, but the ring saavy nature of Styles legsweeps her in midflight as she lands on her back!!! Styles off the short run and elbow drop, another one, and stops....leaping high angle drop down on her. He pins her as the referee counts one...two...thrrr...kickout! Styles grabs her up tosses her over the top rope as she crashes onto the extending ring ramp leading to the ring! She is hurt as Style up on the top buckle as she turns groggy...SUPERMAN flying forearm shot!!! He connected and she might be out of it, referee on the 4 count as Styles picks her up and jams her between his legs. He jacks her up and piledriver on the ring ramp! Styles grins and picks her up and tosses her through the ring ropes to the floor and pins her as the referee counts one...two...three! Did he get her? Referee shakes his his head no and Styles fuming! He turns and Payton nails the Codebreaker to his jaw and she is heading to the top buckle but Styles is a shade off his game. Wait a damn minute Deas and Logan battling on the ring ramp and Deas bumps into the top rope! Payton crashes and crotches the top buckle but the momentum sends her down face first into the top rope!!!
*Stan: What the hell are Logan and Deas doing out here? Deas and Logan battling and Deas tosses Logan down into the barrier! Does he know what he did?
*Ross: Maybe not but Styles has taken point of a hurt Payton on the ring ramp! He grabs her up and tosses her into the ring and waste not time...Shining Wizard!!!
*Stan: He picks her up....Styles Spike- sitout piledriver!!!
-Results: Deas and Logan still battling on the ring ramp as the referee counts one...two....three!!! This one is over with, Styles has pinned The World Champion Payton!!! Styles grabs his Extreme Division Title and high tails it as he notices that Logan is glaring into the ring after disposing of Deas with an GFE/RKO on a bunch of empty chairs. Logan seems pissed at himself as Payton recovers and standing in the middle of the ring gives him a pissed off look. Both look to the viewtron as a beaten Mike Johnson is sitting at his desk and is clapping loudly and laughing. Deas scampers up the ring ramp with a grin on his face, did the chairman just play out both Logan and Payton? The show ends to Johnson laughing on the viewtron at what happen, now if he had anything to do with the ending is unknown but he seems to enjoy what has happen. Styles is standing on the concrete steps up by the fans as he ignores the laughing Johnson but something is not right with the situation. Scene fades out to Payton pacing the ring, Logan shocked on the ring ramp and everyone else celebrating a shocking Styles win.
THE END