The screen fades in to darkness and the logo of the MWL spinning slowly in the void as “Golgotha Tenement Blues” by Machines of Loving Grace echoes from the house PA system. On the huge jumbo screen behind the stage, images move slowly, depicting past moments in MWL history. XTC kicking out of the Package of Smackage, Nightwing hitting the Death From Above followed by the cover to crown the Hell’s Enforcer’s the MWL’s first tag team champions, Jamie Sears and XTC nailing each other with simultaneous superkicks in the center of the ring, Neurosis diving off the side of the ring to sandwich Ulfric between a table and a box of tacks, glass and nails, King Neptune with a Super Japanese ocean bomb off the top rope driving Kaneda Katshuhiro to the mat. Nobu of the Jobber X-press spearing Bruja out of the ring as Akira Moto lays across Nightwing for the 1, 2, 3…, Marc Turmoil with Wreck the Place Fantastic on Aaron Speiring and Speiring tapping inches from the ropes, Bad Company holding the MWL tag team titles up for the world to see, The vicious circle surrounding the ring with Hunter Simms and Ozmodious inside, Krist “Overlord” Jonsson leading the new testament to ringside with the Atlantic coast title around his waste, the Vertabreaker getting the pin on Jonsson to become the first ever lightweight champion and finally as the music slows and fades away, Ozmodious with the royal touch locked onto Benoyte Dreygon to secure the NeWA cruiserweight title.

[Live from Lincoln Street Armory in Worchester, Massachusetts]

Ian Wright: Welcome to the Lincoln Street Armory in Worchester, Massachusetts, the site of the fourth MWL PPV ever, Road to Ruin. We were scheduled tonight to see Scooter taking on newcomer “The eradicator” Richard Knox in of all things, a Whiffleball Bat match, but we were informed moments before we went on the air that neither man has yet to arrive at the building, so therefore the match has been thrown out.

Daniel Reid: Well at least the fans here as well as those watching at home have been spared that bit of comedy for tonight and the remainder of the lineup promises some rather brutal results. With Nightwing taking on “Brooklyn’s finest” Kai A. Lewis in a match that we have now been informed is a retirement match.

Ian Wright:Guess someone in the front office felt the place just wasn’t big enough for the both of them. And let us not forget the grudge match between Mike Valley and George Franklin, a match several weeks in the making. So far we have seen Valley submit to Franklin and both men pass out in respective holds, can Valley actually pull it off tonight or will his losing streak continue?

Daniel Reid: Who care, neither of those guys should even be allowed to wrestle in an MWL ring, let alone out here on PPV, the fans didn’t come here tonight to see them settle their little feud, they came here tonight to see matches like the Four way elimination tag team match in which the MWL tag team titles are on the line. Ulfric, Hunter Simms, Adam Knight, Janice St. Martins, the Brats, the Truth, a complete recipe for disaster and we’ve got front row seats to watch the carnage.

Ian Wright: And that’s only the first of the titles on the line tonight, newly crowned lightweight champion The Vertabreaker will be taking on former Atlantic coast champion King Neptune, while current NeWA cruiserweight Champion Ozmodious will attempt to wrest the title away from Atlantic Coast champion Krist “Overlord” Jonsson.

Daniel Reid: We also have a special challenge match, in which glory hound Micheal Lennox will do battle with his former teacher and mentor, Jeremy Knyte. It will be interesting to see if the teacher can still defeat the student or if the student has surpassed even his teacher’s expectation.

Ian Wright: and in the main event, Dan Dixon, arguably one of the sickest, most sadistic men to ever step foot in the MWL, will challenge Jim “The Dragon” Dalton for the Massachusetts state title. Dan Dixon has never, in the course of his career, held the top belt in any alliance. Tonight he has that opportunity and the ramifications if Dixon wins this one could be catastrophic. Imagine him with the highest prize in the MWL, for that matter, imagine any vicious circle member getting their hands on a title here tonight, they have already laid claim to the federation, allowing them to win the belts would make them unstoppable. We are all geared up for action so let’s kick this thing into high gear!

[“Mother” By Danzig blares over the House PA system as newly appointed MWL President Scott Logan makes his way towards ringside. The fans alternately cheer and boo him, not sure what to make of him yet, especially after he had delivered the decision at the last dead end Sundays card to strip the titles from Bad Company.]

Daniel Reid: What the hell is Pres Logan doing down here.

Ian Wright: it’s his company, he can pretty much do whatever he wants to and judging from the microphone he’s holding, it looks like he has something in mind.

[Pres Logan climbs up the ring steps and steps between the top and middle rope. The fans fall silent as he stands their waiting for their attention while the last cords of his music fades away]

Scott Logan: First of all, its too damn quite in the building! This is Worchester, Massachusetts (loud pop from the fans), this is MWL at its finest (louder pop from the fans), and I want to hear you people tear the roof off of this building before the night is through! Do you want action (the fans roar loudly)! Do you want to see how a real wrestling promotion puts on a PPV! (the fans have nearly worked themselves into a frenzy) Then make some god [beep] Noise! (the fans are going out of their minds with anticipation, standing, stomping and screaming down at the ring)

Scott Logan: Well now that I have your attention let me just make one thing perfectly clear before the show tonight gets under way. In recent weeks we’ve seen various members of the Vicious Circle come down to ringside (the fans begin to boo), we’ve seen them surround the ring and we’ve seen them interject themselves in matches (the fans boo louder). We’ve seen them beat guys down with barbed wire wrapped baseball bats (huge pop from the fans on that one), and we’ve seen them drag guys out of the ring and up into the crowd before the match could even come to an end. (more screaming from the fans) I’m here to tell them that it’s all going to change! (mixture of cheering and booing from the fans)

Scott Logan: The Vicious Circle wants power, they want to control the MWL, we’ll guys, only one man controls the MWL and you’re looking at him. You want power, win it in the ring, you want control, as close as your going to come is a shiny piece of gold…if your lucky…and even then, to get your hands on a title, your each going to have to do it on your own. Cause tonight, the Vicious Circle is barred from ringside, and Guys…I don’t just mean during each other’s matches, I mean during the entire show. If your not wrestling, your not at ringside, and if one or more of you should decide to come down here and test me, you’ll walk away from this arena the same way you walked in…empty handed. I hope I’ve made myself clear, now hit the damn music!

[“Mother” by Danzig blares from the PA system once more as MWL President Logan makes his way to the back. ]

Ian Wright: What a turn of events, The Vicious Circle barred from ringside tonight at Road to Ruin

Daniel Reid: And with the absence of Scooter and “The eradicator” Richard Knox, we are about to kick things off with a retirement match!

["Ante Up" by M.O.P. begins to play over the P.A. System as a well-defined African-American with a short afro, sideburns and a fumanchu, which is neatly, trimmed steps out from behind the curtain and heads to the ring. He is wearing a black leather vest with” FINEST" on the back in orange glitter. On the front are his initials (BFKL) sewn in orange on the right .Over his shoulder is one of the NeWA Tag Title belts. His tights are all black save for the orange trim going down his legs. He has black boots with orange strings and an orange elbow sleeve on his right arm. He ignores the hands of a few fans and occasionally looks behind himself to check to see if anyone is coming. Every few steps he raises his arms. BFKL walks up to one camera and says "It's time for the Fine One to show why he's a Man and a Half!"]

Ian Wright: BFKL better be entirely focused on the task at hand tonight, or he could leave his career behind when he leaves the arena tonight.

Daniel Reid:Nightwing is big, he’s tough, but two things don’t sit well with my about the change of plans tonight, the first being that earlier in the week, Nightwing all but announced his intent to retire from the ring following this event, and the second being that for all his success here, he does not have the experience and singles background that BFKL has. It seems to me that there is more to this story than is being told, someone seems to be setting Nightwing up to fail tonight, and with the deck this stacked against him, I think its going to be damn near impossible for him to walk away with the win.

#Say your prayers little one,
don't forget my son,
to include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within,
keep you free from sin,
till the sandman he comes #

[Nightwing slowly makes his way down the aisle, His eyes on the ground and his long black hair falling into his face, momentarily hiding both the old scars and the one's inflicted weeks ago by his brother and the Vicious Circle at Dead End Sundays. When he does raise his head, his eyes are an intense shade of green, burning with anger and a rare hatred...]

Ian Wright: Damn, whether this is his last night or not, I have never seen Nightwing with a look of hatred to match the one on his face tonight.

Daniel Reid: What I want to know, is who put it their, he and Ulfric seemed to part on good terms, or at least terms that have Ulfric no longer attempting to kill him, as far as any of us knew, that was the only distraction Nightwing was dealing with.

Ian Wright: Apparently we were wrong!

#Sleep with one eye open,
gripping your pillow tight
Exit light, enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never never land #

[Red and white pyro streamers, burning bright, ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone, the crowd is on their feet and whipped to a fury as Nightwing climbs up the ring steps and steps over the top rope to get inside in the ring, glaring across the ring at Kai]

Ian Wright: I’m glad I am not BFKL right now…damn

Daniel Reid:I hope Skip is handing around somewhere backstage…win or lose, I wanna know what the hell is going on.

Nightwing and Kai begin to circle each other in the ring before going in for a collar and elbow tie-up. Kai quickly comes away with a side headlock on Nightwing, but Nightwing quickly pushes Kai off and into the ropes but Kai runs into a brick wall in Nightwing. Kai hits the ropes again and ducks under a Nightwing clothesline and bounces back with a flying elbow smash. Both men bounce right back to their feet. Kai charges in, but Nightwing greets him with a boot to the head. Nightwing with the quick cover.]

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Ian Wright: Much too early to be looking for a cover..

[Kickout by Kai! Kai gets back to his feet quickly and brings Nightwing down with a drop toe hold and tries to connect with an elbow drop to the back of the neck but Nightwing rolls out of the way! Nightwing gets to his feet and waits for BFKL. Kai gets back to his feet grabbing his elbow when Nightwing goes for a one-handed choke. Kai's eyes begin to bulge out of his head when he buries a low kick between the legs under the notice of the ref. Nightwing is doubling over in pain before dropping to one knee. Kai grabs Nightwing by the hair and stuffs him into a front facelock. Kai looks to go for a suplex but Nightwing is blocking his efforts. Nightwing goes for the ribs with a quick shot followed by another one and tries to reverse it. Kai floats over and turns Nightwing right into a boot in the midsection followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Cover.]

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[Kickout by Nightwing]

Daniel Reid: that was a bit too close, and Nightwing just doesn’t seem to be on the top of his game tonight no matter how focused he appears!

Kai's up to his feet...short arm clothesline by Kai takes Nightwing back down to the mat. Kai backs up a couple of steps and drops a knee across the forehead of Nightwing, who is rolling around in pain. Kai grabs both legs and rolls through for a pin attempt.]

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Ian Wright:I think that hurt the big man!

[Nightwing once again kicks out but seems to be hurt as he makes his way to the near corner to get back to his feet. Kai slowly stalks him until he drags up to his feet in the corner and unleashes a chop to the chest of Nightwing as the fans jumped to their feet on that shot. Kai just smirks at Nightwing before nailing him with another chop. Nightwing shoves Kai to the side to get away from the chops before turning around and connecting with a knife-edge chop of his own. Kai just grabs his chest in pain when Nightwing follows up with a stiff right hand to the jaw that floors Brooklyn's Finest. The fans are getting behind their hero as Nightwing grabs Kai and tosses him to the outside where he quickly follows behind him. Kai continues to walk around the ring when Nightwing grabs Kai by the shoulder and turns him around only to be a victim of a thumb to the eye to blind him for the time being. Kai connects with a short forearm to the side of the head before following up with a forearm to the back of the neck before throwing him back into the ring.]

Daniel Reid:Awe come on, there was no reason to talk it back inside!

Ian Wright:Speak for yourself, everything Nightwing gets near us we end up announcing from the floor!

[Kai climbs onto the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle and jumping off with a double ax-handle to the back of Nightwing's neck. Kai rolls Nightwing over and goes for the cover.]

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Ian Wright: Another kickout! Both of these guys are going back and forth and the crowd gives them a hand of approval!

Daniel Reid: Mat wrestling. Blah. They must be retarded.

[Kai seems to be arguing with the ref about the count before he gets up and hooks Nightwing with a waist lock and snaps him over with a belly to back suplex as Nightwing is grabbing his neck again. Kai rolling back to his feet and quickly goes back on the offense with numerous stomps to the back of the head of Nightwing. Kai slowly picks up the big man and shoots him into the corner but Nightwing walks up the turnbuckles and flies off of the top turnbuckle with a clothesline taking Kai down to mat and goes for the cover.]

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[Kai kicks out! And both men slow to get back to their feet. Nightwing still feeling the effects of his neck but grabs a rising Kai around the throat as the fans are on their feet. Nightwing picks up Kai and drops down to the mat with a chokeslam. The fans are cheering madly while Nightwing shows a smile on his face when he slides Kai out of the ring and drags him to the ringpost. Nightwing looks around to the roar of the crowd before wrapping the arm hard against the post while Kai is screaming at the top of his lungs. Nightwing spots a nearby chair and starts to target that arm. Nightwing takes a swing and gets all ringpost when Kai pulls his arm out at the last possible second. Nightwing drops the chair and rolls back into the ring and catches a knee to the jaw for his effort. Kai picks Nightwing up by the hair and delivers a knee to the midsection before hitting the ropes and delivering a scissor kick to the neck. Kai turns Nightwing over and goes for the pin while he hooks the leg with his good arm.]

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[Nightwing just gets the shoulder up]

Ian Wright:So close once again, but it looks like Nightwing has finally managed to slow Lewis down!

Daniel Reid: Well someone had to break out the chairs, for all the good it did him.

[Kai gets to his feet and puts Nightwing into a standing headscissors in the near corner. Kai muscles the big man up and runs halfway across the ring and drops him with a running powerbomb. Kai goes for the cover again.]

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[Kai barely kicks out before he slowly gets back to his feet and runs into a right hand from Nightwing. Kai fires back with a right of his own but Nightwing ducks underneath and hooks Kai into the Embrace while the fans just exploded in cheers. BFKL tries to fight off the pain before connecting with a back kick between the legs to break the hold. Nightwing doubles over in pain before getting clotheslined over the top rope. Kai tries to get the blood circulating in the arm before rolling out of the ring after Nightwing, who is still doubled over in pain. Kai, holding one arm, grabs Nightwing by the hair and drags him over to the Portuguese announce table before slamming head first into the table. Kai climbs up onto the table and drags Nightwing up and muscles him over his shoulder. The fans are on their feet when Kai drops Nightwing headfirst into the table with the Brooklyn Dead as the table gets broken in half.]

Ian Wright: Listen to the crowd get behind these two awesome competitors!

Daniel Reid: This crowd wouldn't know real wrestling if it landed on them and took a dump!

[The ref comes out to check on both opponents while BFKL seems to be stirring a little while Nightwing seems to be out of it. Kai shakes the cobwebs loose while he starts to get to his feet. He looks down and grabs Nightwing by the hair once more and drags him up to his feet and throws him into the ring. The ref rolls into the ring while the exhausted fans cheer on while Lewis rolls into the ring and falls over Nightwing for the cover.]

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Ian WrightIts Over!!!! Nightwing has been here since day one and BFKL, with a spectacular move through a table, has ended Nightwing's career for good!

Daniel Reid:He who lives by the table, dies by the table, Nightwing made a career of putting bodies through the wood here in the MWL, its only fitting BFKL ends his the same way!

Ian Wright:Whether it was well deserved or not we have just seen Nightwing compete for the last time here in the MWL or anywhere, and that young man has nothing to be ashamed of.

[Damage control rushing down from the back, checking on Nightwing who is still down in the ring, Lewis standing, slowly making his way towards the referee who hands him his belt, before he slides out of the ring. Lewis with one last look behind him, and Nightwing, still not back on his feet, is being helped to sit up by Damage control while others from the backstage crew go to work on constructing a makeshift announce table. Nightwing finally rolling very slowly out of the ring to the outside, staggers as he hits the floor, and has to be assisted to the back]

Ian Wright: I don’t like the looks of that, Nightwing not even able to make it up the aisle under his own power.

Daniel Reid:Well right now we’re going to cut to the back, where Skip Robinson has accosted Nightwing.

[Cut to the back where Nightwing, under the assistance of two members of damage control, has been helped through the curtain, Skip Robinson is there waiting on him, and immediately launches into the questions.]

Skip Robinson:Nightwing…Nightwing, you just lost a retirement match, your career is over would you care to comment on how this match came about?

[Nightwing, still unable to stand on his own, looks up at Skip through dazed eyes]

Nightwing:Ask…ask my brother…

[Nightwing lead away by Damage control towards the trainers in the back, Leaving Robinson standing with a confused look on his face as we cut back to the arena]

Ian Wright:Ask Ulfric…what the hell…

Daniel Reid:I guess their family dispute isn’t quite as over as we thought, and speaking of things not being over, George Franklin and Mike Valley are up next in a grudge match which began several weeks ago when Valley first came to the MWL.

Ian Wright:he lost his first match here in the MWL to Franklin, forced to submit in the center of the ring, and he’s been on a downward slide ever since.

Ian Wright: Well ladies and gentlemen, George Franklin and Mike Valley have fostered quite a feud in recent weeks and tonight it just might come to an end.

Daniel Reid: Just a reminder, Mike Valley has not won a single match in the MWL as of yet.

Ian Wright: I got word that he has a game plan tonight, and from what I hear, it is unbeatable.

Daniel Reid: Unbeatable huh? It must not be his.

["Papercut" by Linkin Park hits the loudspeaker as George Franklin comes out to the ring. George slaps hands with some fans before climbing into the ring and awaiting Valley’s arrival]

Ian Wright: Look at Franklin, he looks pumped.

Daniel Reid: He should be, he has a guaranteed win right in front of his nose.

[Mike Valley walks out onto the aisle. He stands there wearing blue jeans, a baggy black T-Shirt, brown boots, and his black Oakley sunglasses. His hair is tied back in a tail as he holds in his hands a microphone and crowbar.]

M. Valley: George, as you can see I have no fancy entrance music tonight. I have no wrestling attire either. No I'm not changing this match to a streetfight, although that is the only stipulation that would prevent the ending of the match. But I'm telling you flat out what my game plan is. I'm going to come into that ring and beat the ever loving shit out of you, until you're laying in the ring a bloody mess, unconscious. Now... why? Because I'm frustrated George. Not because I don't have a match, but because life hasn't quite been going my way. I need a scapegoat... and let's say it's a game. And in this game.... YOU'RE IT!

[Mike Valley runs down to the ring, throws the mic, throws off the Oakley's, and leaps into the air right in under the bottom rope. George stomps on him but Mike swings and takes out his leg. Mike climbs to his feet and raises the crowbar up high.]

Ian Wright: He wouldn't!

[Mike slams the crowbar down right onto George Franklin's ribs!]

Daniel Reid: HE DID!

[Mike stomps on him a couple times then throws another shot which just barely clips George's face. Blood splatters onto the mat and a small wound opens up on George's nose. He lifts it up again and swings down, nailing George in the back again.]

Ian Wright: I hate to sound like a Jim Ross but... Mike Valley has snapped!

Daniel Reid: He's more than snapped. He's [beep]in’ lost it!

[Security begins running down to the ring and as soon as they get in, Mike slams them each with the crowbar!]

Ian Wright: He's hitting security!

[Security backs off the ring and Mike takes one of the claws to George’s head and scrapes across his forehead, causing him to bleed profusely. He kicks George back onto his stomach and lifts him into sort of a camel clutch, using the crowbar for leverage to choke him with.]

Daniel Reid: Even I know this is going too far, ladies and gentlemen.... I.... I'm speechless....

[Security makes another attempts from behind and they tackle Valley to the mat. George Franklin is, as promised, knocked out and laying in a pool of his own blood. President Scott Logan is running to the ring now. He climbs in through the ropes in a hurry, with two Worcester police officers close behind him.]

Scott Logan: Mike Valley... Your actions will not go unpunished. In fact, I have two words for you.... You're..... Fired!

[The police officers handcuff Mike Valley after wrestling the crowbar from his hands. He finally calms down and looks at President Logan.... He mouths something to him, which sends a look of shock to Logan’s face.]

Ian Wright: What did he say?

Daniel Reid: Whatever it was, Scott Logan seems pretty shocked over it.

[MWL President Logan heads to the back as EMT’s come out to assist George Franklin from the ring, not moments after Logan disappears behind the curtain the announces begin whispering furiously amongst themselves]

Ian Wright: Ummm….well it seems we are going to cut to the back where Skip Robinson has just caught up with President Scott Logan in the hallway.

[We cut to the backstage area as Skip Robinson runs up behind President Logan.]

Skip Robinson: Scott! President Logan!

Scott Logan: What can I do for you Skip?

Skip Robinson: Is Mike Valley really fired from the MWL?

Scott Logan: Unfortunately yes. He knew the risk when he did what he just did. It was one of the sickest, most disgusting acts in the MWL’s history and George Franklin is on his way to the hospital as we speak, and I’m going over there as soon as the show is over to tell him Mike's fate.

Skip Robinson: One final question, what did Mike Valley say to you that put such an incredible look of shock on your face?

Scott Logan: Thank you.

Skip Robinson: I'm sorry?

Scott Logan: He said thank you....

[A shocked gasp can be heard from the fans as the camera leaves the backstage area and returns to the arena where Ian Wright and Daniel Reid sit with equally shocked expressions on their faces. ]

Ian Wright: Thank you?!!!… folks were not sure what to make of the last few minutes, Mike Valley being fired right here in the ring, and then thanking president Logan for doing it. Whatever caused him to snap here tonight may very well have cost him his career.

Daniel Reid: Wasn’t much of one to begin with but that was a hell of a way for it to end. I’m not sure that even The Vertabreaker and King Neptune can surpass what we’ve just seen but there up next and the MWL lightweight title is on the line.

[The arena's lights begin to dim down and a single aquamarine spotlight shines at the center of the entry way. The sound of fast paced drumming and surf guitar rifts of Dick Dale's "Banzai Washout" soon follows. The camera closes in on the spotlight, and there stands King Neptune in his trademark trident and fin adorned mask in different shades of blue, and a dark blue cape hanging over his shoulders.]

Ian Wright: Well, Neptune may not have gotten as far as everyone believed he would in the Lightweight tournament, but tonight he has a chance to redeem himself by once again become a champion here in the MWL.

Daniel Reid: Somehow I don't think it's going to be as easy as you seem to think it will be, Neptune had his chance and he blew it, The Vertabreaker has done more than prove himself worthy of holding the title but it seems he's still got to prove to you and everyone else that he's the best Lightweight in the MWL today.

[King Neptune advances down the aisle, slapping the hands of a few ringside fans along his way. When reaching the ring, he stops at its outskirts and removes his cape, twirls it around, and throws it to a ringside attendant before hopping on the apron and leaping into the ring.]

Ian Wright: Well Vertabreaker will have his opportunity in just a few minutes. Neptune is in the ring, and he looks as focused as ever, if Vertabreaker is really as good as you seem to believe then he'll walk away from the ring tonight with his title around his waste.

Daniel Reid: Look, you just keep on doubting him, but at the end of the match we'll see who was right. The Vertabreaker is going to send old fish face packing!

["The Gauntlet" by Dropkick Murphys begins playing.]

Ian Wright: And coming to ring now is our Lightweight Champion.

Daniel Reid: Maybe he'll get a response from the crowd?

[The Vertabreaker steps through the curtains, and garners a mix of cheers and boos. Verte is wearing black leather pants, and black tanktop, black boot, and black and red streams of facepaint. Over his left shoulder he carries the MWL Lightweight Title, that he won last Saturday. Around his waist, Verte is carrying on of the HCWF Tag Team Title belts, the he along with Kisei Mashiin, won last week sometime.]

Ian Wright: He's got two titles.

Daniel Reid: The other belongs to HCWF, don't mind it.

[Verte strolls to the ring with no emotion on his face and completely ignores the fans trying to pat his arms. He takes the Lightweight belt off his shoulder, and launches it into the ring, then hops up on the apron. He raises both arm high in the air, and looks throughout the arena. Verte lowers his arms and steps through the ropes, unhooking the HCWF Tag Title along the way, letting it drop to the mat. He picks the Lightweight Title up and holds it high over his head with his left hand as the music dies out.]

Daniel Reid: He's in for a fight tonight though... we know King Neptune won't lay down for him... damn fishboy.

Ian Wright: You're right... about everything but fishboy.

Daniel Reid: I'll call him whatever I please.

Ian Wright: How would you like to be called fishboy?

Daniel Reid: Why would anyone call me fishboy?

Ian Wright: I... umm... nevermind....forget it just call the match, these two have wasted no time in getting started!

[No slow circling, just an immediate clash in the center of the ring where a brief collar and elbow tie up ends in a lightning fast armdrag by Vertabreaker which sends Neptune rolling halfway across the ring, but right back onto his feet. Now the slow circling begins, both men recognizing the need to feel one another out before rushing headlong into the match. The lock up once more, a collar and elbow tie up in which Neptune drives Vertabreaker back into the corner, the referee is calling for the break and Neptune steps back to give a clean one then buries the shoulder one, twice, three times into the midsection of the Vertabreaker. Vertabreaker partially doubled over, holding onto the top rope for support, and King Neptune firing a series of knife-edge chops into his chest, straightens him out in the corner.]

Ian Wright: That’s got to hurt!

Daniel Reid:Damn right its got to hurt, look at Vertabreaker's chest, its already turning red!

Neptune with an Irish Whip attempt but Vertabreaker verses it out of the corner and sends Neptune across the ring instead. Neptune in the opposite corner now, and Vertabreaker starting across the ring, forward tumble by Vertabreaker before he leaps up into the corner onto the second ropes in front of Neptune and monkey flips him all the way back across the ring. Neptune sliding back into the corner and quickly pulling himself to his feet as Vertabreaker across the ring, hand spring elbow by Vertabreaker and he connects, driving Neptune into the ropes, Vertabreaker leaping up to the air one more time, flying headsiccors takedown by Vertabreaker and Neptune once more sent rolling along the mat.]

Ian Wright: King Neptune has yet to be able to mount a convincing offence here and it doesn't appear as though Vertabreaker is going to let up anytime soon.

Neptune once more rolling to his feet, and the two hesitantly look for a lockup, but a thumb to the eye from Vertabreaker puts an end to that and Vertabreaker drilling Neptune with two right hands which rock the former Atlantic coast champ, before he drives him back against the ropes and attempts to shoot him across the ring, Neptune off the far side, ducking underneath the clothesline attempt into a forward roll, right back to his feet and just in time to launch a dropkick into the face of Vertabreaker, and Neptune with the cover]

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[kickout and both men climb to their feet, snapmare by Neptune, who takes him over and goes for the lateral press]

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Ian Wright:Neptune looking to end this one early!

Daniel Reid:He'd better end it early before Vertabreaker ends him!

[Neptune staying right on top of Vertabreaker, catching him with 2 stiff forearms to the face as he climbs back to his feet, Irish whip by Neptune, Vertabreaker reverses it and drops down right in front of Neptune, rolling through the legs and coming up with Neptune’s ankle and knee in his hands into a single lag Boston crab. The referee right down in position, checking to see if Neptune wants to give it up, and Neptune shaking his head no and attempting to inch his way towards the ropes]

Ian Wright: Awesome counter into the Boston crab by Vertabreaker, I’ve got to hand it to him, the kid can wrestle.

Daniel Reid: You only just realized that?

[Neptune in a world of pain, inching his way towards the ropes, continuing to refuse to give up, finally his fingers brush the bottom rope and he is able to grab hold, forcing the referee to call for the break. Vertabreaker not releasing the hold, instead straightens back up and yanks on Neptune’s leg, ripping him away from the ropes before slamming his knee into the mat. Neptune clutching his knee in pain and Vertabreaker heading up to the top. Asai moonsault off the top rope by Vertabreaker, nailing Neptune and Verte hooks the leg]

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[kickout by Neptune, Vertabreaker climbing to his feet and pulling Neptune up with him then firing him into the ropes, Neptune reverses, then follows Vertabreaker in, but Verte ducking low, drives a shoulder into the midsection of Neptune and sends him up and over the top rope. Slingshot Corkscrew Topa con Hilo by Vertabreaker who propels himself up and over the top rope and onto Neptune who was just beginning to rise up from the floor. Vertabreaker quickly rolling Neptune back inside to break the referee's count, and with Neptune still down, Vertabreaker stomps him in the face... err mask rather than going for the pin. While holding on the ropes, he pushes Neptune back out to the floor.]

Daniel Reid: Now what is he doing?

[Verte scales the top ropes, and looks down at Neptune. He leaps...]

Ian Wright: Neptune moved! King Neptune moved out of the 450 Splash by Verte!

Daniel Reid: Verte isn't moving too much, except holding his ribs.

[Neptune pulls himself to his feet and then peels The Vertabreaker from the floor, before dropping him waist first across the metal barricade. Neptune going up to the ring apron, summersault guillotine legdrop off the apron and Neptune catching Vertabreaker right across the back of the head. Neptune pulling Vertabreaker off the barricade and back over towards the ring. Vertabreaker still holding his ribs as Neptune maintains a fist full of Verte's hair and climbs the ring apron, tornado DDT by Neptune, driving Vertabreaker into the floor, and Neptune pulling him up once more and this time rolling him back into the ring.]

Ian Wright: Vertabreaker took this match to the outside and it has cost him big time!

Daniel Reid: It hasn't cost him yet the match is still going on!

[Neptune dragging Vertabreaker across the ring and back to his feet, double underhook by Neptune who lifts him up into a butterfly suplex and slams him down to the mat. Neptune leaping to the top rope, Split legged moonsault and Neptune hooks the legs]

1...

2...

[Kickout]

Ian Wright:So close!

Daniel Reid:Too close!

[Neptune climbing back to his feet and pulling Vertabreaker up as well, forearm shots by Neptune as he backs Vertabreaker towards the ropes, Slingshot by Neptune, Vertabreaker with a clumsy leapfrog but he connects with a stunning sidekick which levels Neptune as he turned around. Vertabreaker with the lateral press]

1...

2... [Barley a two count before the kickout, and Vertabreaker attempting to pull Neptune back to his feet, Neptune reaching up, locking both hands behind Vertabreaker's neck, jawbreaker by Neptune and Vertabreaker goes down like a ton of bricks. Neptune leaping up to the top rope, sky-twisting moonsault by Neptune who hooks the leg.]

1..

2..

[kickout by Vertabreaker and Neptune immediately dragging him up and whipping him into a corner. Neptune follows him in with a devastating clothesline, then follows it up with a back elbow to the jaw, Vertabreaker sinking down to the mat and Neptune with a dropkick right up underneath the chin of Vertabreaker. Vertabreaker’s head snapping back and Neptune, pulling him out of the corner towards the center of the ring. Neptune looking to hook on the Dragon sleeper now, Vertabreaker fighting it, trying to get back towards the ropes before Neptune can lock it in, manages to do so and Neptune is forced to let him go. Vertabreaker with a low kick as he does so and he follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker and the pin]

1...

2...

[kickout by Neptune and Vertabreaker wearily climbing to his feet and pulling Neptune up with him, Neptune with a right, Verte follows with a left. Neptune with another...]

Ian Wright: Blocked by The Vertabreaker.

Daniel Reid: Look at this.

[Verte spins around, wrapping Neptune's own arm around his own neck, and drops him with a side Russian Leg sweep.]

Ian Wright: That has to be a Half Cobra Clutch Leg Sweep. I think that's the first time anyone's ever done that!

Daniel Reid: And you saw it here first, on MWL's Road to Ruin.

[Verte rolls into the cover.]

1…

2…

3…!

Ian Wright: Hell NO! Neptune isn't quite done yet! He got the shoulder up at the last second.

Daniel Reid: Damn fishboy!

[Both men very slow to get to their feet, Vertabreaker their first, pulling Neptune the rest of the way up, but Neptune with a kick to Vertabreaker’s knee followed by another and Vertabreaker staggered. Scoop slam attempt by Neptune, Vertabreaker up and over his shoulder, drills him to the mat with an inverted DDT. Vertabreaker slowly over to the corner, climbing to the top rope...Senton bomb by Vertabreaker who drags himself across Neptune to make the pin] 1... 2... 3!

Ian Wright:He did it, I don't believe it, the Vertabreaker defeated king Neptune to retain the MWL lightweight title

Daniel Reid:Was their ever any doubt?

Ian Wright:What an unbelievable match up, King Neptune gave it everything he had but in the end, it was the Vertabreaker with the senton to pull of the win!

Daniel Reid:Seems to me like now your singing his praises…

Ian Wright:Any doubts which still lingered in my mind about his abilities were laid to rest tonight, and I’m sure there are many out there who feel the same way. The Vertabreaker is an amazing athlete, and a worthy lightweight Champion.

Daniel Reid:Speaking of champions… “The Wolverine” Micheal Lennox is up next. Apparently the NeWA heavyweight title and ½ of the NeWA tag team titles aren’t enough accolades for him, Lennox involved here tonight in a special challenge match in which he will take on his teacher and former mentor, Jeremy Knyte in an attempt to silence the man once and for all.

Ian Wright:I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea. Knyte may have taught Lennox everything he knows, but I seriously doubt Knyte taught Lennox everything that Knyte knows, and that’s where Lennox may be at a disadvantage.

Daniel Reid:Lennox is the world champ, I don’t think it’s going to be much of a problem for him there. 4 times standing on the top of the world, he’s seen it all and done it all more than one…

Ian Wright: The gold and the money are no substitute for knowledge and technical ability, I give the edge to Knyte, Lennox may have a long evening in front of him.

[The arena lights go off as music begins to play.]

I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb

{BOOM!}

{BOOM!}

{BOOM!}

I am a world's forgotten boy
the one who searches and destroys
honey gotta help me please
somebody gotta save my soul
baby detonate for me

[The fireworks explode in a variety of colors as the arena. The spotlights converge on the curtain.]

look out honey, 'cause I’m using technology
ain't got time to make no apology
soul radiation in the dead of night

[Suddenly Jeremy Knyte appears. He stands with his arms outstretched in the crucifix position. He wears black boots, jeans and elbow pads with black cut off gloves. He has his trademark wrap around mirror shades and a black Sex Pistols T-shirt on. The arena lights return as Jeremy walks down towards the ring. The boos from the crowd almost drowns his intro music.]

love in the middle of a fire fight
honey gotta strike me blind
somebody gotta save my soul
baby penetrate my mind

[He points to the back and out emerges Cory. She is dress like Knyte and has her black hair tied in a ponytail behind her. She joins Knyte at the bottom of the ring and Knyte helps her into the ring. The ringside announcer hands a mic up to Knyte..]

and I’m the world's forgotten boy
the one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
and honey I’m the world's forgotten boy
the one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
forgotten boy, forgotten boy forgotten boy
said hey forgotten boy

[The music ends and Jeremy pulls the mic to his lips. he begins to speak.}

Knyte: This is ludicrous. I deserve your respect not your boos! I am the Master Technician!

[Crowd boos.]

Knyte: Shut the hell up! I am Jeremy Knyte and Jeremy Knyte demands respect. You see, tonight I will destroy your hero named Michael Lennox. I will break and beat him and drag his carcass from pillar to post and make him look like that gimp Byron Tanis! Your NWA World Heavyweight Champion is nothing! You are all fat and pathetic pencil neck geeks who can do nothing but stare at MY woman.

[Knyte turns towards Cory and the crowd cheers. Knyte flips them off and hands the mic to Cory. She slowly pulls it to her lips and she caresses it a bit to a crowd pop. She begins to speak.}

Cory: I have juts received an epiphany. I have just realized that you are all pimple faced collage student who couldn't get laid in a woman's prison with a stack full of pardons!

[Crowd boos.]

Ian Wright: The crowd doesn't like that comment! They are throwing trash.

[The crowd begins to throw trash and Knyte is hit with an empty beer can upside his head. Knyte begins to yell at the crowd as a fat and disgusting man begins to stand up and cheer as security comes to take him away. Knyte rips the mic from the hands of Cory and speaks.]

Knyte: Screw you! Screw all of you! I should just leave you here and not grace you with my perfect style of wrestling. I am the god of the wrestling world! I'd like to see your fat ass get up here day in and day out and perform like I do! I am a master technician! I am a god compared to you!

[Crowd boos!]

Knyte: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I am better then you!

[Knyte throws the mic into the crowd as Cory holds him back and begins to calm him down. The crowd chants Asshole! Cory backs Knyte into the corner and whispers into his ear. The crowd's chanting dies down and Knyte calms down and waits for Lennox to come to the ring.}

Ian Wright: Well, Knyte is out here...

Daniel Reid: Yeah, and he may have written a check that his ass can't cash.

Ian Wright:Wait a minute…move that camera…

[The camera swerving in the direction in which Wright it pointing, and front row amongst the crowd, the camera comes to rest on HCWF superstar Jason Ramsey]

Daniel Reid: doesn’t he know this is an MWL show, what the hell is he doing here?

Ian Wright: You don’t pay attention to the rest of the alliance much do you, Jeremy Knyte and Jason Ramsey have a bit of bad blood between them, stemming from a match that Knyte cost Ramsey up in Alaska. Perhaps vengeance is on the mind of Ramsey here tonight.

Daniel Reid: leave it to Lennox to bring re-enforcements

[The arena falls dark and silent, the crowd anxious and waiting for something to happen. Then the ominous tapping of the high hat begins the fever pitch of the guitar riff while laser lights zoom throughout the arena.]

*BUUUM*
*CRASH* *BA-BA-BUUM*
*CRASH* *CRASH* *CRASH*

[The next heavy riffs roar out, with more amazing fire flashes. The crowd rises to their feet to cheer the man, but unable to tear themselves away from the magnificent show.]

#Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild#

[Red and White pyro streamers, burning bright ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone. The crowd is on their feet and whipped into fury as they give The Wolverine and Brooklyn's Finest an amazing ovation at the entrance area.]
#Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track

[Just as that all important phrase is said, two rockets fly down from the ceiling and blast into the top of the entranceway. This draws the audience's attention there for a moment, and when they look back at the entrance, the trio is there. Janice St. Martins. She is wearing a white blouse and leather vest with blue jeans and black thigh-high boots and wire-rimmed sunglasses. She walks down the aisle and looks back to "The Wolverine" Micheal Lennox. He stands on the platform, with a focused look on his face when he pours water over his head as he walks down the aisle dressed in ripped black/blue jeans, a black bandana on his head, combat boots, taped fists and a black/red sleeveless "Vampire" and a black leather jacket. His long tangled hair hanging down in his face while he walks down the aisle while holding the NWA World Heavyweight Title high in the air while wearing his NWA Tag Team Title belt around his waist. Lennox smacks hands with the fans before he rushes into the ring and climbs onto the turnbuckle.]

#And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

[Lennox finally come down from the turnbuckle and throws both belts to the ref before he takes off his jacket and hands it to Janice. Janice gives Lennox one last kiss before going to her corner. Lennox simply stares at the nearby camera. His cold, blue eyes burn a hole into the lens before he looks away.]

Ian Wright: Both men in the ring, and the referee is calling for the bell...

*DING DING DING*

Ian Wright: And we are underway. It'll be interesting to see how this plays out, Daniel.

Daniel Reid: Yeah, teacher versus student here. You have to imagine that Knyte knows Lennox better than most.

Ian Wright: There's a lot of history between these guys, going all the way back to the early days of the NeWA, but this is their first ever meeting in the ring.

[Knyte and Lennox meet in the center of the ring, standing nose to nose and talking a little trash to one another.]

Ian Wright: And the mind games have started already, with both men looking to...

[Suddenly the two men explode with a flurry of lefts and rights, much to the crowd's delight.]

Daniel Reid: So much for that!

Ian Wright: These men are rocking each other with some very stiff shots ... now Lennox seems to be getting the better of Knyte, forcing him back into the corner...

[Lennox pounds Knyte back into the corner, adding a couple more quick punches to the side of Knit’s head for good measure, then unleashing a couple of stiff knife edge chops to the chest of Knyte, which reddens visibly.]

*WOOO!*

Ian Wright: Listen to those chops!

Daniel Reid: Ouch.

[Now Lennox with an Irish whip, sending Knyte to the far corner ... Lennox charging in after him, but Knyte gets the boot up, catching Lennox in the face ... Knyte looking for an Irish whip of his own ... reversal by Lennox ... Knyte hits the ropes and Lennox catches him on the rebound with an armdrag takeover, hanging on to that arm and going right into an armbar.]

Daniel Reid: Lennox is really cranking back on that arm. Probably looking to work that shoulder, maybe set him up for a Cajun Crossface somewhere down the line.

[Knyte grimaces in pain as Lennox continues to work the arm. The ref is down asking Knyte if he wants to continue, and of course, he does. He starts to power his way out of the hold, slowly rising to his feet. Lennox stands with him and wrenches the arm, moving into a hammerlock.]

Ian Wright: Quite a bit of psychology on Lennox's part here in the early going. He's clearly targeted that left arm of Knyte.

Daniel Reid: Hey, the Wolverine can wrestle with the best of them. He's a four-time world champ for a reason.

[Knyte now reaching back, trying to get a hold of Lennox ... a couple of quick elbows to the face of Lennox breaks the hold ... Knyte off the ropes ... leapfrog by Lennox ... Knyte on the rebound, and again Lennox takes him down with an armdrag. Armbar by Lennox, and Knyte is right back where he started.]

Daniel Reid: Lennox is dominating the opening minutes of this match. I know its early, but you gotta' wonder how much that shoulder can take.

Ian Wright: Yeah, if this keeps up, Knyte'll be lucky walk out of here without a serious shoulder injury.

[Lennox has the armbar locked in tight, but Knyte is a little better prepared for it this time. He takes Lennox over with a head scissor, breaking the hold, and both men roll back up to their feet, with Knyte working his shoulder a bit.]

Ian Wright: Nice escape there by Knyte

[ ... these two men stalking each other now ... they lock up, and now Knyte takes control with quick knee to the midsection ... front facelock applied, and here's a nice standing vertical suplex by Knyte. Knyte holds Lennox up high for a few seconds, then drops him hard on the mat with the suplex. He wastes no time following up, as he quickly pulls Lennox to his feet and into a rear waistlock before executing a belly to back suplex. He floats into the cover, driving his elbow into Lennox's face...]

1...

[Kickout]

Daniel Reid: Not even close. Way too early for that, and Knyte knows it.

[ Knyte up now, stomping away at Lennox ... now pulling the Wolverine to his feet ... Irish whip into the corner, and Knyte follows him in with a charging clothesline. The pace of this match seems to be picking up a bit with Knyte in control.]

Daniel Reid: and this is exactly what Knyte needs to do: pick up the pace and stay in control. He can't let Lennox control the tempo of the match. The Wolverine will grind him into the mat if given half a chance.

[Knyte pulls Lennox out of the corner and lets him slump to the mat, then climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He leaps off and drives an elbow into Lennox's throat. Knyte quickly to his feet, and he drags Lennox up off the mat once again. Waistlock applied by Knyte, looking for a belly to belly ... Lennox countering with headbutts now ... and Lennox takes Knyte over with a belly to belly of his own!

Daniel Reid: Sweet counter by Lennox, and the Wolverine is back in control.

[Lennox following up quickly, pulling Knyte to his feet ... Irish whip into the ropes ... Knyte looking for a flying cross body block ... Lennox rolls through ... CAJUN CROSSFACE!

*BIG POP!*

Daniel Reid: Out of nowhere!

Ian Wright: Lennox has the Crossface locked in! Knyte is trying to fight it...

Daniel Reid: He's too close to the ropes, Ian.

Ian Wright: Yes, he is. Knight grabbing onto that bottom rope, and the ref is calling for the break...

[The ref starts a five count, and Lennox waits until the last possible second before breaking the hold. The ref admonishes Lennox, separating him from Knyte, allowing Knyte the opportunity to roll out of the ring for a breather.]

Ian Wright: Knyte out on the floor now, and I'm not sure that's such a wise decision on his part.

Daniel Reid: I don't think so, either. Lennox can brawl as well as wrestle, and I don't think Knyte wants to take this outside the ring.

[Lennox quickly heads out to the floor in pursuit of Knyte, who is now beginning to noticeably favor the shoulder. He charges Knyte from behind and takes him down with a clothesline, then lays in a few quick stomps to Knit’s shoulder, as the ref begins his count...]

one...

Ian Wright: Lennox now pulling Knyte to his feet, and he whips him shoulder-first into the ring steps. Ouch.

Three...

Four...

[Again Lennox drags Knyte up off the floor. He hoists the man up on his shoulder and gets a running start, viciously slamming Knit’s shoulder into the ring post.]

Six...

Daniel Reid: Lennox smells blood, Ian. You can see it in his eyes. He's really going after that shoulder now, looking to do some serious damage.

Eight...

[Lennox rolls into the ring to break the count, then rolls back out again to retrieve Knyte, sliding the man back in under the bottom rope. Lennox quickly follows.]

Ian Wright: Back in the ring now, and Lennox is stalking Knyte ... he pulls the man up by that injured left arm ... standing arm wrench by Lennox, and Knyte is in some serious pain.

[Knyte cries out, the ref asking him if he wants to quit. Knyte shakes his head vigorously in response. He takes a swing at Lennox, who ducks, never letting go of the arm, which is now twisted around behind Knit’s back. Lennox executes a release northern lights, dropping Knyte on his arm, using his own weight against him.]

Ian Wright: Lennox has definitely turned it up a notch ... still on the attack, he pulls Knyte to his feet and sends him into the ropes ... Lou Thesz press by Lennox, and he drives a knee repeatedly into that shoulder.

Daniel Reid: I told you, Lennox smells blood. Knyte won't last much longer at this rate.

[Finally Lennox stands, as Knyte writhes in pain on the mat. Lennox heads to the nearest corner and scales the turnbuckles, which brings the fans to their feet.]

Ian Wright: High risk maneuver coming up ... Lennox is up top now, measuring Knyte...

[Lennox leaps into the air, looking for a flying headbutt and aiming for Knit’s shoulder, but Knyte moves at the last second and Lennox eats canvas.]

Ian Wright: Knyte moved! A critical mistake by Lennox!

Daniel Reid: Too bad Knyte can't capitalize on it. Both men are down.

One...

Two...

Three...

[Knyte begins to stir, as does Lennox.]

Five...

Six...

[Both men struggle to their feet, with Knyte just a bit ahead of Lennox, and he quickly charges the Wolverine and takes him down with a clothesline. A few quick stomps from Knyte, and he charges the ropes, coming off with springboard moonsault...]

1..

2...

[Kickout!]

Ian Wright: That was a beautiful moonsault by Knyte, but not enough to keep Lennox down.

Daniel Reid: Knyte has been on the defensive for most of this match. He's not gonna' win unless he really delivers some punishment to Lennox, and he's gonna' have to start right now.

Ian Wright: That shoulder is really bothering him now, though. You can tell.

Daniel Reid: He's just gonna' have to work through the pain if he's gonna' have any chance here.

[And Knyte does just that, seemingly putting the pain in his shoulder out of his mind as he mounts Lennox and works him over with piston punches to the head. Knyte now works his way to his feet and pulls Lennox up ... whip into the ropes, and a vicious tilt-a-whirl backbreaker by Knyte! Knyte now heading to the top rope ... Intercourse Jam! He's looking for the cover once again...

1...

2..

[Kickout!]

Ian Wright: Still not enough to keep Lennox down.

Daniel Reid: But this is what Knyte needs to do, Ian. He's got Lennox reeling right now, he needs to keep it up. [Knyte quickly dragging the Wolverine to his feet once again. He picks him up in a vertical suplex position, dropping Lennox on his head with a perfectly executed hanging brainbuster. Knyte wastes no time as he grabs a handful of hair and pulls Lennox up off the mat once more. Knyte bringing Lennox to his feet ... the Wolverine is starting to show some signs of life now, battling back with quick punches to the midsection! The crowd gets behind Lennox as he tries to rally, punching Knyte back up against the ropes. Lennox tries an Irish whip, but Knyte hangs onto the arm and jerks Lennox towards him, twisting him around and slapping on a katahajime!]

Ian Wright: KNYTEMISSION! Knyte has the hold locked in!

Daniel Reid: He may finally have him here...

[Lennox is fighting the hold for all he's worth, but Knyte has it locked in tight. The fight begins to drain from Lennox, and slowly he begins to slump, his head hanging. He drops to one knee.]

Ian Wright: Lennox may be out! This may be the end! the referee is down there, checking that arm...

[The ref checks Lennox, then lifts the arm ... once ... it drops ... twice ... it drops again ... a third time...]

*BIG POP!*

Ian Wright: Lennox is still in it! He struggling to his feet!

[Lennox forces himself up to a standing position, as Knyte keeps the hold locked in tight. Elbows to the midsection by Lennox, but Knyte won't let go. It becomes obvious that Lennox won't submit, so Knyte tries a different strategy, suplexing Lennox over and dropping him on his head.]

*OH!*

Ian Wright: KNYTEPLEX! Lennox is down and he may be out!

Daniel Reid: Knyte needs to go for the cover here, I think he's got him!

[But Knyte doesn't go for the cover, choosing instead to celebrate a bit and taunt the fans, who respond with a loud chorus of boos.]

Daniel Reid: This is a huge mistake by Knyte! He should cover him!

Ian Wright: I think he's let it get too personal, Daniel. He wants to deliver more punishment! Look at him! He's practically begging Lennox to get up off the mat!

[Lennox begins to stir, as Knyte taunts him, daring him to get up. Lennox tries to comply, pulling himself up very slowly, and Knyte decides to head up top once again. Knyte is poised and ready atop that turnbuckle, as Lennox struggles to his feet ... Lennox turns around ... Knyte coming off the top, looking for a top rope clothesli- BOURBON STREET WRECKER!!]

*HUGE POP!!*

Ian Wright: Lennox nailed the Bourbon Street Wrecker in mid-air as Knyte was flying towards him!

Daniel Reid: That was insane!

Ian Wright: A desperation move by Lennox to even the odds! Both men are down now!

One...

Two...

Three...

[Both men begin to stir, simultaneously.]

Five...

Six...

[Knyte now up to one knee, as is Lennox.]

Seven...

Eight...

[The two men are now on their feet, just beating the count, and both of them take a moment to shake the cobwebs out. Finally Knyte catches sight of Lennox and charges him like a madman, pure rage in his eyes. Lennox sees him coming, however, and he sidesteps the charge, sending Knyte barreling shoulder-first into the turnbuckle.]

Ian Wright: Lennox moved, and Knyte rammed that already injured shoulder into the turnbuckle! He staggers back out now, grimacing in pain and he clutches that shoul- CAJUN CROSSFACE!!

*MONSTER POP!!*

Ian Wright: Lennox has it locked in again, and the fans are on their feet! He's going to pull that shoulder right out of its socket!

Daniel Reid: This may be all she wrote for Knyte! I don't know if he can make it to the ropes...

[Knyte struggling to make it to the rope, Lennox cranking back on the crossface, Knyte reaching, straining, not able to make his fingers touch but still refusing to give up. Lennox pulling back with all he’s worth, the referee right down their in position, asking Knyte, but Knyte shaking his head no, cursing the referee between screams of pain. Lennox maintaining the hold, Knyte still refusing to tap, but the pain is etched on his face and he’s no longer screaming, in fact Jeremy Knyte is fading. The referee still attempting to ask Knyte if he gives it up, Knyte unresponsive and the referee raising his other hand to check and see if he has lost consciousness. The arm falls once…]

Ian Wright: It may be over….

[The arm drops twice]

Daniel Reid: No!!!

[The arm drops an third time and the referee singles for the bell]

Ian Wright:Jeremy Knyte passed out rather than give up to Lennox and the Crippler Crossface. What a display of intestinal fortitude by Knyte.

Daniel Reid:What a display of stupidity by Knyte, that arm may never be the same again, and damage control out already to assist him from the ring.

Ian Wright: Nothing was solved here tonight, absolutely nothing, Micheal Lennox may have gotten the win, by Jeremy Knyte refused to give it up and I’m sure somewhere down the line these two will meet again, but right now, we have the MWL tag team titles on the line, titles tat were vacated by bad Company when they won the NeWA tag team championship belts.

Daniel Reid: Speaking of bad Company, they are well represented her tonight so far we have seen members Lennox and Lewis in singles action and now newest member Adam Knight will team with the woman who up till we all believed was nothing more than a manager for bad Company. Janice St. Martins will get into the ring tonight and prove that is just as good as one of the boys.

Ian Wright: Again you don’t follow your history, Janice has some in ring experience, back in the days of the old CeWF, the only question is, will it be enough to carry here through the match. The truth have the strength advantage, The brats, the quickness, and the team bad Company really has to be on the lookout for, Ulfric and Hunter Simms, who can hurt you so many different ways, and will to, simply because they enjoy doing it. This will be one hell of a match.

[The Arena Lights cut out. Music begins to play.]
Dollar, dollar bills.
Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds.
I rock the jocked up sounds from Devenshire Downs.
Out the Fordham Road, up top in the boogie.
I be loyal to my peeps, like Buddha stud-doogie.

Daniel Reid: That is the Brats's Music! The Brats are here!

Never very bad news, payi n' crazy dues.
I'm billowin' out crews and tamin' mad shrews.
Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear.
The flavor in your ear is strong like Everclear.
200 proofs so put the match to the roof And set this b***h on fire.
Get rich, the empire's about to strike back. If you rock the mic wack.
And that's the way it is, cuz yo, it's like that.


Money Money
Y'all It be the root of all evil.
Money Money
Y'all It makes you popular with people.

[The lights return as we see The Brats on the ramp. Will and Fred are dressed like their hero Jeremy Knyte.]

I go back to the 80's Like 3 times a lady,
when it was pussy for free and crack for currency.
It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery.
I remove MC's like tumors. The lies and the rumors.
Got me thinkin of this dub, by Timex Social Club.
Yo, word to my mama. I'm high off the trauma.
Whitey Ford gets deeper than the subway trains.
And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains.
All pain no gain, makes the brain insane.
Life in the fast lane.
The flakes, the cash gains, for real.
Dollar bill y'all.
Dollar bill y'all.
Dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all.
It takes money...
to get that fly ass ho.
It takes money...
to see me rock a live show.
It takes money...
To get that last bag of smokes, cuz the county took it from you when that ass was broke.

[They wait at the ringside and hold the crucifix position that Knyte does before the walk to the ring.]

Hey yo, I'm about to g-off, just like my name was Eddo.
Black kids call me whitey... spanish kids wetto.
White kids call me king of this b-boy thing. If it's broke, then fix it.
If it's wack, you mix it. Can't none of you MC's ever fuck with these.
You be crazy on my dick, like some porno chick.
For the style that I'm blessin, ain't no second guessin.
Kid, heed the lesson. Subtraction, addition. Reward for submission.
Ain't no debate. I won't stop till I'm eatin off a platinum plate.
I want the stocks and bonds, plus the real estate.
I want the iron gates, and low interest rates.
Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates.
A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe.
For when times get lean,
Y'all know what I mean

Ian Wright: The Brats are climbing into the ring. They are the first ones out here tonight and they are calling for the mic.

Daniel Reid: This is going to be good.

Money Money Y'all
Some be callin' it cream.
Money Money Y'all
Some be callin' it fame.
Money Money Y'all
But once I get it, i'm J.

[They prance around the ring for a bit waiting for the music to cut.]

I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings.
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things.
I want a stack of fat chips, so I can go on long trips.
I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships.
I want acres of land. I want papers in hand.
I want stocks and bonds. All pros no cons.
Hey, if it smells funny, then back it up honey.
I want money y'all.
I need the money y'all.

Will: Now that the music has ended we are here to inform you the we are the best their is, the best their was and the next MWL Tag team Champions.

[Crowd boos.]

Will: We are not homo's like some of you like to chant. The only way we are gay, is when we are happy about beating our opponents. You see we are the Master Technicians of the tag team scene. We have already killed the Wolverine, we are the bizzity bizzity bomb.

Fred: We ain't in a gutter but we will punk your ass out. We will ace any team, any where ,anytime any place.

[Crowd chants this sucks.]

Will: Fine, whatever. Listen up folks, cause you better get to steeping cause we are the bomb. Tonight we wrestle a team made up of two woman, one being Janice and the other being that Jeremy Knyte wannabe. Not only that we have to face the truth again. Do you want to know the truth!

Daniel Reid: Please god no.

Will: The truth is that we a re the bomb!

Fred: I think you said that already.

Will: Shut up! Tonight we are going to permanently shut up that dumb fucker known as U prick. So get out here and come take your ass whupping like the whores you are, cause we are going to pimp you out!

[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of "Time does not heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the for, the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.]

"It's always darkest before it goes completely black
I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back
But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head
The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead"

[A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze.]

"You can't see, the life I was forced to lead
What it's like to die daily
You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal
Survivals my reality"

[A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with "Lucifer" his black barbed wire wrapped baseball bat strung over his left shoulder like a guitar and the BWA State title around his waist.]

"When I was young I lived in fear
The hands of doom forever drawing near
I wonder how I earned to persevere
As time advanced deceit was my life's truth
Spurred on by the peace I never knew"

[He pauses midway down the ramp to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before raising the bat in one hand and the belt in the other and banging his head in time to the music. Finally he drops them all and sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and taking a perch on the top turnbuckle to await the arrival of his opponent.]

Ian Wright:He scares me...that's all I gotta say about Ulfric is that the freak scares the hell outta me!

Daniel Reid: I think i'll agree with you there, at least tonight, he's IN the ring and not over here with us.

[Usually the lights go black. This time the lights stay lit, no music comes on. Hunter slowly walks to the ring with his eyes focused on the concrete entrance. He steps inside the ring, there he stands inside the middle of the ring beside his partner.]

#If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
#wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's
#Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
#If you wanna go and get high wit me
#Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
#Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

[ New Blood and Damien Truce step out on the ramp with their biker clothes. New Blood has a chair in his hand and Damien Truth with a sledgehammer. They begin to walk down the ramp slowly.]

#In the club on the late night, feelin right
#Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
#Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
#(I can take home)
#She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
#or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
#But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
#(Know that it's on)
#I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor
#Sexy and real slow (hey)
#Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
#So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
#Her measurements were 36-25-34
#I like the way you brush your hair
#And I like those stylish clothes you wear
#I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
#And I can see you boo from way over there

[ New Blood and Damien Truce walk around the ring shaking the hands of the fans getting a cheap pop. Damien walks to the announcers table and lays the sledgehammer down. New Blood tosses the chair into the middle of the ring. They meet each other near the announcer's table.]

#Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
#Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by
#But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood
#Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
#We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz
#Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked
#Honey in the club, me in the Benz
#Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
#So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
#And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
#And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist'
#Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
#City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen
#When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention
#See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss
#Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss

[ Damien Truce and New Blood slide into the ring. They set up the chair and New Blood takes a seat and Damien Truce climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms. They wait for the match to begin.]

[There's a loud cat's growl over the PA system as AC/DC's "Back In Black" starts to blare throughout the arena. A white mist starts to roll across the arena floor in front of the entrance which's covered in blue flashing lights. Then, to an explosion of cheers the curtain parts, and out walks the Wildcat wearing black jean shorts, a black tied-up "CeWF" t-shirt and black knee high martial arts boots with her hair in a ponytail as she smacks hands with the fans before flipping her opponents the bird before stepping into the ring.]

[The lights in the arena shut off without warning, plunging the building in to darkness. A moment later, the first strings of "Dont Tread On Me" by Metallica begin to play. As the heavy metal beat of the song really hits, the ringside is lit up with an explosion of blue fire. The lights return on then, flashing blue and silver over the arena and the ringside area as the song continues to play]

#Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
#once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
#never begins it, never, but once engaged...
#never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
#Don't tread on me

Ian Wright: Just about ready to begin here, as the Wildcat waits patiently for the arrival of her partner, the newest member of Bad Company.

Daniel Reid: Ok, are we done with all the entrances yet?

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war
#so be it
#settle the score
#touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...
#Don't tread on me

[And finally, Adam Knight enters the arena. He walks out alone, his stride one of a man confident, a man ready for war. His muscular upper body is bare, save several layers of bandages that wrap around his ribs, showing the effects of his last encounters with the Dead Souls, and his death match with Chris Saint only 24 hours ago. His eyes are alive with fury however, showing that he is indeed ready to go. Knight stands out on the stage, having never gotten an ovation in the alliance like the one he is receiving now]

Daniel Reid: And here comes Janices' partner, "the Revolution" Adam Knight! Maybe the Ironman of the NWA, only 24 hours ago, Knight competed in that big 8 man tag team match against the Dead Souls, along with a death match against Chris Saint, no way this kid can be at 100% here tonight. It's just not possible.

#love it or live it, she with the deadly bite
#quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
#shining with brightness, always on surveillance
#the eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance
#Don't tread on me

Ian Wright: Who's he think he is?

Daniel Reid: Go ask him.

Ian Wright: No thank you, I think ill just stay right here.

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war
#so be it
#settle the score
#touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...
#Don't tread on me

[Knight circles the ring once, looking like a man possessed. He quickly climbs up onto the ring apron, and swings his leg over the top rope, entering the ring.]

Daniel Reid: What I want to know is, after the death of Thomas Sanders in the hospital last night after his match with Knight, how is Knight dealing with this? Accident or not, that's not something you just walk away from.

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war
#liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
#once you provoke her, rattling on her tail

[Knight finally slides into the ring, making a beeline for Ulfric and taking him down to the canvas with a right hand, the crowd erupting!]

Ian Wright: And here we go!

Daniel Reid: Knight's not wasting any time here, and it looks like were underway in this tag title match!!

[The bell sounds and all eight people people fly into each other. Janice Martin goes after Damien Truce, and both wrestlers fly through the ropes to the outside. Adam Knight is still on Ulfric, pounding away on him with a barrage of punches. Hunter Simms comes to the rescue of his partner and The Brats with a double Irish Whip on New Blood. New Blood hits the brakes and butterflies the arms of Will Sates. He pauses for a second, then executes a double underhook suplex on Sates. Turner goes after New Blood and kicks him in the ribs several times. Ulfric and Simms have Adam Knight trapped in the corner and St Martins has Truce by the hair and is bouncing his head off of the ring steps.]

Ian Wright: This is utter chaos. The Brats are beating on New Blood, Simms and Ulfric are going after the ribs of Adam Knight, and Janice is just making a bloody mess of Damien Truce here.

[Janice whips Truce into the railing, then climbs onto the apron. She waits for a second then slingshots herself over the top rope and sends Sates sailing with a flying head scissors. Turner pulls New Blood to his feet and sends him to the ropes with a forearm shot. New Blood staggers back, and a kick to the midsection by Turner. He hooks New Blood for a suplex, then grabs a leg. BILLION DOLLAR BUSTER by Turner. He floats over into a cover. Sates with a flying cross body block takes out Ulfric and St Martin. The referee slides in for the count.

1..

2..

3!!

*The Truth eliminated at 5:17 as Fred Turner pins New Blood.*

Daniel Reid: One team down, three to go until we find out who the new MWL tag team champions are going to be.

[ The referee forces everyone but Ulfric and Turner out of the ring. Turner locks up and the two men jocky for position. Ulfric gets forced into a the neutral corner, and the two men struggle for several seconds. The referee forces a break, and Turner gets in a cheap shot to Ulfric's eyes as the referee has his back turned. Turner drags Ulfric to his corner and tags in Sates. Double Forward Russian Legsweep and Sates follows up with a reverse chinlock on Ulfric. Ulfric gets to one knee, and Sates gets a handful of hair, dragging him back down to the canvas. Simms tries to get into the ring to protest, but the referee cuts him off. Turner slaps his hands together and enters the ring. Double Irish whip by The Brats, and they attempt a double backdrop on Ulfric. Ulfric lands on his feet and makes a tag to Adam Knight. Adam charges into the ring and sends Sates to the outside with a clothesline, then grabs Turner and whips him towards the ropes. Short arm reverse elbow by Adam sends Turner to the canvas and Adam pulls Turner to his feet. He sends him into his corner and makes the tag to St. Martin.]

Daniel Reid: Janice is in the ring and she has a score to settle with the Brats. They have been putting the badmouth on her all week and I almost feel sorry for them.

[St. Martin vaults over the top rope and begins to lay into Turner with a series of chops to the chest. Turner responds with a shot to the midsection and he scrambles to his corner. St. Martin grabs an ankle and tries to drag him back, but he gets his hands on the ropes and pulls himself along. St. Martin tags in Simms and he catches Sates coming into the ring. Belly to belly suplex from Simms and Sates lands on the canvas hard. Simms punishes Sates with a kneedrop to the face, then pulls him up and shoves him into his corner. Ulfric makes the tag and the two of them brutalize Sates. Simms makes his way out of the ring and Ulfric with a series of roundhouse kicks to the ribs of Sates. Sates is bent over, and Ulfric with a standing waistlock. He powers Sates over, then drops him on his knee, back first.]

Ian Wright: Ulfric is going to work on those ribs early.

[Ulfric pulls Sates to his feet, and fires several knees into the midsection. He tags Simms back in and the two of them lift Ulfric up in a double suplex, then drop him across the top rope. They then drop Simms into the ring and Simms pulls Sates to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, and lowers his head for a backdrop. Sates counters, driving Simms into the canvas with a Rocker dropper. Sates begins crawling for a corner and makes a surprise tag to Ulfric.]

Daniel Reid: He just tagged in Ulfric! What is Simms going to do? That is his partner in the ring with him.

[Simms gets to a corner and tags in St. Martins. Janice sprints into the ropes, and spears Ulfric, then waits for him to regain his feet. She hits him with a low blow, then grabs two handfuls of hair and drives him into the mat face first. Ulfric pops back to his feet and St Martins catches him with a spinning neckbreaker. She pulls him to the corner and tags in Knight, who scoops up Ulfric and slams him to the canvas with authority. Ulfric rolls back to his feet and Knight drops him with a running clothesline. Ulfric rolls out of the ring and begins to walk around the ring to take a breather.]

Ian Wright: smart move by Ulfric. He knew Adam was getting into a groove there and he decided to roll outside and cut him off.

[Sates comes running around the corner of the ring and drops Ulfric with a spinning kick. They get to their feet and St. Martin tags in inside the ring. Ulfric and Sates begin to brawl and Knight presses St. Martin over his head and throws her at the two men outside the ring. All three hit the mats outside, and Knight is grabbed from behind by Turner and Simms, and they hit a release backdrop driver on Knight.]

Daniel Reid: Train wreck on the outside and Adam in a lot of trouble inside the ring.

[St Martin pulls Sates to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then follows him in. She pulls him to his feet and drops him with a DDT, then waits on him. She measures him with a superkick, then turns around and ducks a big boot attempt by Simms, who catches Sates with the boot. St. Martin with a standing hurracanrana on Simms, and she immediately goes back after Sates. Sates pulls himself up in the corner and St. Martin follows him in with a handspring back elbow. Sates staggers forward a couple of steps, then falls flat on his face. St. Martin climbs to the top rope, and launches herself at Sates with a shooting star press. Sates get his knees up and then grabs St. Martin and rolls her up. He gets a handful of her tights, and the referee slides into position.]

1..

2..

NO! St. Martin gets a shoulder up at the last second.]

Daniel Reid: Sates almost had her there.

[St Martin and Sates both make tags to their partners. Knight catches Turner and presses him above his head, then steps out from under him and drops him to the canvas. Turner staggers back to his feet and Knight drops Turner with a sidewalk slam. Knight hooks a leg and the referee slides into position.]

1..

2..

Sates comes into the ring and breaks up the count. Sates with a double leg takedown and he slingshots Knight into the ropes. Reverse neckbreaker by Turner, and both men are down in the middle of the ring.]

Ian Wright: The first one to make a tag is going to change the tempo of this match.

[Turner makes the tag to St. Martin, who kicks him in the face as she vaults over the top rope. Knight makes the tag to Sates, who slingshots him into the ring. St. Martin charges at Sates and runs him over with a diving clothesline. St. Martin pulls Sates to his feet and applies a sleeper to him in the center of the ring. Sates grabs her legs and charges backwards into the corner. St Martin loosens her hold, and Sates fires off an elbow. St. Martin is able to duck the elbow and she punches Sates in the back of the head. She applies an inverted facelock, then flips forward and lands on the canvas.]

Ian Wright: DIAMOND DUST BY JANICE! Sates has GOT to be seeing stars about now.

[St. Martin goes for the cover and the referee slides into position.

1..

2..

NO!!! Sates got his foot in the ropes.
St Martin pulls Sates to his feet, and JANICE CUTTER! She rolls him over and hooks both legs. The referee slides into position.

1..

2..

YES!!!!]

*The Brats eliminated at 14:11 as Janice St. Martin pins Will Sates.

[Ulfric slides into the ring and pulls St. Martin to her feet. She goes down from a huge right hand, and Ulfric then drops a leg across her throat. He pops back to his feet and then measures her with a falling fistdrop. Ulfric fires her into the ropes, and she ducks a clothesline, then springs off the ropes with a flying forearm. Ulfric goes down and St. Martin starts to crawl to her corner. Simms makes his way into the ring and the referee forces him back out of the ring as St. Martin makes a tag to Knight. Knight charges across the ring and levels Ulfric, then knocks Simms off the apron with a running forearm smash. The referee forces Knight back to his corner and demands that he leave the ring.]

Ian Wright: Good teamwork by Simms. He saw that Janice was about to make the tag, and he distracted the ref.

[Ulfric pulls Janice to her feet and lifts her up with a double arm choke. The referee starts the count, and Ufric tosses St. Martin to the mat at four. Ulfric pulls St. Martin to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She slides between his legs and then makes a quick tag to Knight, who is immediately in the ring and pounding on Ulfric. He fires Ulfric into the ropes, then lays him out with a spear. Knight turns around and catches Simms charging at him and sends him to the canvas with a hiptoss. St Martin comes off the top rope and hits Simms with a flying legdrop, then rolls out of the ring onto the apron and signals for Knight. Slingshot senton bomb by St. Martin onto Ulfric, and she waits with Knight for Simms to get to his feet. As Simms turns around, St Martin kicks him in the gut and hooks him with a 3/4 Nelson headlock. She runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles, then drives Simms into the canvas. Knight follows up with a flying elbowdrop from the top rope and he hooks the leg.]

Daniel Reid: LONG WAY DOWN!!! Knight follows up the Acid Drop from Janice and this match could be over.

[Ulfric breaks up the count and sends Knight to the outside. He follows up by sliding to the outside and whipping Knight into the security railing. Ulfric grabs the time keeper's bell and takes a swing at Knight, who ducks. Knight rolls inside the ring and is met by Simms, who kicks him in the ribs, football style. Simms lifts him up for a powerbomb, Knight shifts his weight and counters with a Frankensteiner, sending Simms spilling out to the floor as Ulfric sildes back into the ring behind Knight]

Ian Wright:Knight doesn't see him!

[Ulfric catching Knight from behind and locking on the embrace, Knight struggling, Ulfric with the front leg sweep sending Knight crashing face first to the mat, maintaing the hold. Knight refusing to tap, Ulfric refusing to let go. St. Martin across the ring, Simms cutting her off with a speer and driving her back into a corner. Ulfric sliding out of the hold, pulling Knight to his feet, Knight dazed, Simms pummeling Janice in the corner as the referee attempt to get them out of the ring. Ulfric locking in the Embrace once more and again the front leg sweep. Simms rolling out of the ring and pulling Janice out with him, Simms whipping her into the guardrail as Ulfric pulling Knight back to his feet once more. Ulfric singling for something, Simms grabbing Janice and hoisting her in the air, Jack knife powerbomb on Janice on the concrete, and Ulfric with a dragon sleeper type hold on Knight!]

Daniel ReidHoly SHIT!!!!!

[Ulfric with a dragon taz-plex plants Knight on the back of his neck and Now Ulfric with the cover]

1...

2...

3...

Ian Wright:Ulfric and Hunter Simms have just won the MWL Tag Team Titles!

Daniel Reid:What a dark day for the MWL with those two representing us!

Ian Wright: we’ve been advised that once more, there is activity going on in the backstage area.

[The camera cut back to the backstage, and standing before a fence somewhere outside the Armory, is The Vertabreaker. He is wearing all black, from the jeans, to the boots, to the shirt, leather trench coat, to the Oakley shades. He is wearing both the MWL Lightweight Title and the HCWF Tag Title around his waist... with a golf club in hand.]

Verte: It comes to my attention that Krist Jonsson wants a piece of me, again. This imbecile could not defeat me, and calls my win an upset. Maybe he says that because he beat Michael Lennox, the World Champ, but hasn't beaten me? Is that what it is Krist? Is it?

[Verte holds the club before the camera.]

Verte: You carry around a golf club like you're in a Michael Jackson music video. You attack a bum, the woman you saved from the bum, and then a store window. Does that make you a man? Do you feel proud that you can hit a woman with a weapon? Because if I were going to pick something to hit somebody with, it surely wouldn't be a golf club. I'd have picked something from a man's sport. I'd have picked a ball bat.

[Verte throws the club off camera, after snapping it over his knee.]

Verte: Krist, you're a tough competitor, but there's something missing in there, somewhere. You can throw the words out like fat guys can hold liquor... long and often. But does that do for you? It just gets every single person mentioned in that promo of yours... just a little pissed at you. Do you really want to have ten people breathing down your neck, including everyone looking for your title? If you do, then fine... but if you're not looking for that, you'll be getting it anyway.

[Verte looks down towards his feet, with a sneer of his face.]

Verte: You and I are coming full steam at each other... it's only a matter of time before we collide once again. And Krist...

[He looks back at the camera with that sneer.]

Verte: I can't wait.

[Verte cracks a half smile as the camera fades back into the arena.]

Daniel Reid: Apparently Vertabreaker did not get enough of Krist Jonsson in the finals of the Lightweight tournament, Vertabreaker walked away from that match the winner, and after defeating King Neptune here tonight, he is inarguably on a role.

Ian Wright:Well Jonsson, for all his words, has one hell of a fight in front of him if he wants to maintain a hold of the MWL Atlantic coast title, Ozmodious is the NeWA Cruiserweight champ and he and Jonsson have run into one another before, there have been a lot of problems there, and it all may come to a head in just a few minutes.

[A Purple spotlight shines on the entryway and "King Nothing" by Metallica begins to play. The curtains part and The Viscount walks through the opening. He makes his way down to the ring and steps over the top rope. He calls for a mic and slowly raises it to his lips.]

The Viscount: And making his way down the aisle at this time... He hails from parts unknown and weighs Two Hundred and Twenty Seven Pounds and is YOUR NeWA Cruiserweight Champion.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the king of kings, the ruler of his fate, OZMODIOUS!!!

[A blinding white light flashes three times, and then a white spotlight slowly follows Ozmodious down the aisle. He makes his way down the aisle, ignoring all of the fans. Ozmodious climbs onto the apron, then vaults over the top rope and drops into the corner. He opens the clasp at his neck and his cape falls to the mat, where it is picked up by The Viscount, who has moved to the outside and is standing in the corner.

Ian Wright: Ozmodious has been on a tear since joining the MWL. He has quite a future if he is able to stay as focused as he is right now.

Ozmodious removes the NeWA Cruiserweight title from his waist, then kisses it and hands it to the referee. He then bounces off the ropes several times and waits for the bell to ring.]

[Wasted Youth Crew by Blood for blood cues up]

Ian Wright: And here comes the champion.

Daniel Reid: And voted best heel of the MWL.

[This one's going out to all the scumbags low lives and outsiders..... My kind of people!

FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK SOCIETY TOO
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK THE WORLD!
MY KIND
MY KIND
MY KIND
BELONGS NOWHERE
MY KIND
MY KIND
MY KIND
ARE HERE TO FEAR!]

[Krist "The Impact" Jonsson steps out from behind the curtain with the Atlantic Coast Title around his waist. Lindsey follows standing next to Impact, Impact's trademark golf driver in hand.]

[You know I started something with a chance to make it right Sometimes there's war on God, I should've waited for a better day! I watched the years go by and nothing seemed to change, I waited hoped and prayed, sometimes it seemed the only way, I got by, always thought I'd never make it cause I'm twisted in the brain, I'm insane, so why not, but I'll never live like the one that made me hate,]

FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK SOCIETY TOO
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK THE WORLD!
MY KIND
MY KIND
MY KIND
BELONGS NOWHERE
MY KIND
MY KIND
MY KIND
ARE HERE TO FEAR!

[I know I'm going nowhere and I've been on a losing streak, a scumbag zero and anti hero is what you think of me, and you're right? I know I'm going nowhere and I've been on a losing streak, a low life loser and dead end cruiser is what you think of me, but I say....]

FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
AND FUCK SOCIETY TOO
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU ...]

[The music stops as Impact steps into the ring.]

Ian Wright: Remember that Ozmodious' title is not on the line, only the Atlantic Coast Title.

Daniel Reid: That's right and it's completely un-fair to Impact!

[Ozmodious and Impact circle the ring, each man sizing the other out.]

Ian Wright: You getting that feeling?

Daniel Reid: Yea, this match is going to be harsh!

[Both men walk to center ring and begins to stare one another down.]

Ian Wright: These two men are completely evenly matched. Both 5'11" Krist 225 pounds, Oz is 227 pounds...

[The two men lock up in center ring, the fans explode. Impact grabs the right arm of Ozmodious and applies an arm bar. Arm bar, reversed by Ozmodious, Impact rolls out and back into the arm bar! Impact twists the arm around again, then pulls Ozmodious into a knee lift to the gut.]

Daniel Reid: Impact's going for a powerbomb... Oz jumps with it...

[Impact falls backward and Ozmodious summersaults onto his feet, then runs off the ropes as Impact sits up. Ozmodious going for the low dropkick, Impact rolls out of the way, he's off the ropes... flipping legdrop, Ozmodious moves! Ozmodious dives toward Jonsson and gets a sleeper on him.]

Ian Wright: Sleeper! Jonsson's getting to his feet...

[Krist lifts Ozmodious up, twisting him in mid air looking for a tilt-a-whirl powerbomb, but Ozmodious reverses into a hudincanrana!]

Daniel Reid: What a reversal!

[Impact quickly rolls to his feet.]

Ian Wright: Oz with a dropkick, Jonsson catches his legs! Roll through pin...

1...

2...

[Oz bridges out! twists around, looking for the backslide. Impact quickly drops to his knees, blocking the backslide, but Ozmodious rolls backward over Impact's back landing on his feet, Impact quickly turns to face Ozmodious but is greeted with an attempted suplex that Impact counters, landing behind Oz on his feet, then dropping him face first with a reverse Russian leg sweep.]

Ian Wright: He's picking him up, P-O-N-T coming up...

[As Impact picks Oz up for the second part, Oz knees Impact in the gut, then goes for a hip toss, but Impact lands on his feet.]

Ian Wright: I'm speechless!

[Impact runs off the ropes and comes back toward Ozmodious. Ozmodious goes for a clothesline, but Impact grabs the arm and pulls himself up, hooking both arms then pulling Ozmodious back for the crucifix pin.

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Ian Wright: Kickout, both men jump to their feet!

Daniel Reid: What a display of talent!

[Both men stare one another down, about two feet apart. The fans begin to applaud at the match they are witnessing.]

Ian Wright: And neither of these men look winded at all!

[Once the fans quiet down, Impact and Oz walk toward the center.]

Ian Wright: Ozmodious looks like he is pissed. Krist must have said something to him just now.

[Ozmodious ducks a wild swing from Jonsson, and puts him on his heels with a forearm to the side of the head. Ozmodious applies a side headlock to Jonsson and then reaches across his body and grabs his free arm. Running bulldog from Ozmodious drives Jonsson into the canvas face first. Ozmodious just levels Jonsson with a modified bulldog. He needs to keep up the pressure on Krist if he wants to win this match. Ozmodious waits for Jonsson to get to his feet.]

Ian Wright: Oz is measuring him...

[Oz runs in at Impact, looking for a neckbreaker, but Krist holds onto the ropes. Ozmodious nearly falls, but catches his balance. Ozmodious and Impact lock back up, but Impact quickly gouges the eyes of Ozmodious.

Ian Wright: That's not right!

Daniel Reid: It's great!

[ Jonsson with an Irish whip sends Oz into the ropes... Impact with a spinning heal kick, sends Oz down. Jonsson springboard off the ropes, aside moonsault! No! Oz put his knees up! Impact, holding his ribs, staggers away from Ozmodious, but Ozmodious runs and clothlines Impact over the tope rope to the floor! Ozmodious slingshots himself over the to, looking for a crossbody... JESUS! Impact with a drop kick to Oz' ribs! Impact pulls Ozmodious up quickly, then whips him into the steel steps, he again gets Oz right up to his feet then sets Oz for a suplex!]

Daniel Reid: AHH!

Ian Wright: Ozmodious just got suplexed onto our table! The table DIDN'T break!

Daniel Reid: Hey Ozmodious, how's it feel?

[Ozmodious looks up to see Reid, and swings upward at him, but Reid moves back to avoid being hit. Impact grabs a near by chair while Ozmodious is distracted, then nails Ozmodious in the face with it, Oz slides limp off the table.]

Daniel ride: Remember no DQ!

Ian Wright: What's Impact going!? He's laying the chair on Oz' face! Leg drop! Oh man!

[Impact quickly kicks the chair off Oz, then rolls him into the ring, climbing to the apron after him. Impact slingshots himself over the tope rope into a splash on Ozmodious.

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[No! Ozmodious kicks out!]

[Both men up, Impact swings...Oz slides behind Jonsson and applies a full Nelson, then snaps him over with a Dragon Suplex. Ozmodious manages to maintain the hold and gets back to his feet, where he executes a second dragon suplex on Jonsson.]

Ian Wright: That impact HAS to have Krist wondering where he is right about now.

Daniel Reid: Ozmodious still has that full Nelson applied and he is back on his feet now. Are we going to see a third suplex?

[Ozmodious lifts Jonsson into the air, then slams him to the canvas, where Jonsson lands in a seated position. Ozmodious flips over Jonsson and bridges, applying a tremendous amount of pressure to the neck of Jonsson.]

Ian Wright: Ozmodious has that submission hold in the center of the ring. If he can maintain the hold, Krist will have no choice but to give up.

[Impact struggles, looking for a counter but can't seem to find one.]

Daniel Reid: Krist wont give up... I don't think either of these guys are going to!

[Jonsson, putting more pressure on his neck, lifts his legs siccoring them around the waist of Ozmodious, breaking the bridge. He then rolls himself and Oz back into a pinning position.]

Daniel Reid: Great counter!

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[no! Ozmodious breaks the full nelson! Ozmodious quickly gets up and grabs Impact by the head, then sets him up for a suplex, dropping him ribs first on the top rope first. slingshot suplex. The cover...

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Kickout!

[Ozmodious is pulling Krist back to his feet... belly to belly pumphandle.... MAN! What a brainbuster! He follows it up with a dragon sleeper! Impact is held for a few moments, then Impact starts to bridge up, then jump, backflipping over the top of Oz...]

Daniel Reid: What a reversal! Standing switch... release German suplex!

[Impact lands right on the back of his head, but rolls right up to his feet. Impact screams incredibly loud, then runs at Oz for a clothesline...]

Daniel Reid: Jesus! Impact's right up!

[Clothline, duck under, arm trap neckbreaker! Oz picks up Impact, Impact with a low blow! Impact with an arm wringer, a kick to the gut...Impact goes looks like he's going for a fameasser, but flips back. Flip back by Impact, a swing by Oz, duck underneath... reverse Russian leg sweep! Impact picks up Oz immediately and delivers a Russian leg sweep, then rolls back, downward Russian, pick up, STO..]

Ian Wright: Point of no return! Overlord climbs to the top....

Daniel Reid: It's Impact!

Ian Wright: Well whoever it is just nailed Ozmodious with the diving leg drop!

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NO! Close but Oz lifts the shoulder.

[Impact picks up Oz and whips him into the ropes. Oz with a leapfrog. Impact lays down waiting for Oz to jump over him, but Oz stops and goes for an elbow drop, but Impact moves out of the way, rolling around into a cross arm breaker...]

Ian Wright: Very elementary move by Impact, but effective.

[Impact lets go of the hold, then swings down to the lower part of the body, he grabs the leg and in an instant has Oz turned on his stomach and in an ankle lock.]

Daniel Reid: Impact is quicker then a hick-up!

[ Impact again jumps up, locking in a crippler crossface, shades of the NWA world champ! Impact holds it in for quite a while, but Ozmodious refuses to tap out so Impact lets go and spins around into a front facelock.]

Daniel Reid: Impact is really on his game tonight, but then again, so is Ozmodious! What a match!

[ Oz is starting to battle to his feet! These two have yet to take advantage of the no DQ stipulation either! Oz lifts Impact and hangs him up on the top turnbuckle! Fists now from Ozmodious... and he's going up! The fans stand on their feet as Ozmodious and Impact are both standing on the top turnbuckle.]

Ian Wright: superplex coming up, this could win it all!

Daniel Reid: Impact blocks! Christ! Impact just dropped Oz groin first on the top rope!

[Impact then leaps off with a missile drop kick, Impact landing in the ring, Ozmodious out of the ring. Impact waits for Oz to start getting up, that isn't long. Impact gets a running start then hits a spring board shooting star press!]

Daniel Reid: Impact hit a springboard Giant Leap!!

Ian Wright: Both men are out!

[About 15 seconds pass then Impact kicks up to his feet, landing feet first on Ozmodious.]

Ian Wright: A double stomp by Impact!

[Impact stands on Ozmodious with his hands raised, the fans are booing like mad. Impact begins to flip them off. As Lindsey hands Impact his golf driver.]

Daniel Reid: This is great!

Ian Wright: Impact's showboating like mad, and with that driver, Ozmodious is in lots of trouble.

[Impact jumps off Oz, then swings the driver down at Ozmodious, but Oz kicks Impact with a low blow.]

Ian Wright: YES!

Daniel Reid: What do you mean yes!?

[Ozmodious Irish whips Impact into the steel guard rail.]

Daniel Reid: C'mon Impact!

[oz is running in.... back bodydrop into the crowd! There's no padding out there, just concrete! Impact then jumps over the guardrail, then picks Ozmodious up. Impact looking to suplex him back first on the guardrail! NO! Reversal, Impact goes ribs first onto the rail! Ozmodious then jumps up on the rail. Swinging DDT! Impact and Oz BOTH land on the steel steps! It takes quite a while, but both men get to their feet at the same time. Oz with a kick to the gut, he's going for a pumphandle slam.... impact reverse with a go behind, then pushes him shoulder first into the ring post! Impact then lays Oz on the commentary table.]

Daniel Reid: Not again!

[Impact gets up on the apron, then spring boards off the middle rope for a moonsault.]

Daniel Reid: Incoming!

Ian Wright: Oz moved! Oz moved! Impact just put himself through our table!!

[The fans erupt.]

Daniel Reid: Impact's ribs have to be broken! He's spiting up blood!

[Ozmodious goes and grabs a steel chair, driving the bridge of it into the back of Impact's neck, then throwing it in the ring.]

Ian Wright: This is getting brutal!

Daniel Reid: Ozmodious has a mic cord!

[Oz wraps the cord around Impact's throat and ties it so it is choking him... Oz gets Jonsson to his feet, then whips him ribs first into the ring. Oz slides into the ring, pulling Impact in after him with the cord.]

Daniel Reid: Impact is out! He's laying there in a pool of blood!

[Ozmodious ties the other end to the top rope, and grabs Impact and tosses him over the top rope.]

Ian Wright: Jesus! How badly does Ozmodious want the Atlantic Coast title!

Daniel Reid: Impact's dangling... he's being hung!

[Oz slides out of the ring, with the chair in hand.]

Ian Wright: What a chair shot!

Daniel Reid: Lindsey's got the driver! She nailed Ozmodious in the back with it!

[Ozmodious is hunched over, Lindsey drops the golf driver and hits a bulldog on Ozmodious!]

Ian Wright: and here comes the Viscount!

[Viscount grabs Lindsey around the throat.]

Daniel Reid: No! Not Lindsey!

[Impact un ties himself and grabs the driver, nailing the Viscount with it as he starts to lift her for a choke slam.]

Daniel Reid: *Sigh* Thank god! Ut oh, I think that just made the big guy mad!

[The Viscount turns to face Impact. Impact simply shrugs and nails him right in the face with the driver, this time Viscount goes down. Oz from behind! Atomic drop! Chicken Wing! The royal Coronation!!]

Daniel Reid: But it's outside of the ring, he can't make the cover!

[Oz grabs Impact and rolls him into the ring, then goes for the cover.]

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3........ NO!

Daniel Reid: Impact must be superman!

Ian Wright: Nope, but he sure is one hell of a competitor!

[Oz gets Impact up and looks like he's going for a suplex. Oz turns it into a powerbomb! The royal driver! NO Impact reverse with rapid fists of fire, then falling back with the hudicanrana! Oz is right up, Impact runs up the corner, here comes Oz... corkscrew moonsault! And both men are down for a while. Impact’s slowly climbing up onto his feet, he pulls up Oz... Irish whip... Oz reverses! Impact reverses again going back the way he came... Oz swing... Jonsson ducks under.... he's got the arm, he jumps up... FINAL IMPACT! The cover!

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[Impact retains!]

Ian Wright: NO! Ozmodious got the shoulder up just in time!

Daniel Reid: how are these guys still fighting!?

[Impact is climbing to the top rope, he could be going for the Giant Leap! He is! Oz moved! Impact slowly gets to his feet, but Oz is up first, he grabs Impact in a headlock, then swings, stepping on the second rope doing a 180 turn into the swinging bulldog! Impact lands on his face and chest.]

Ian Wright: Those ribs have to be broken!

[Oz picks Impact up, then sets him up for a rikishi driver, but Impact jumps with it, landing behind Oz. Impact goes for a belly to back, but Oz flips with it. Impact turns around and Oz goes for a fist, but Impact ducks and hooks Oz in a T-Bone]

Ian Wright: These guys are giving it their all!

Daniel Reid: Impact looks frustrated as hell!

[Impact pulls Oz up to his feet applying an arm bar. Impact with the arm bar, a kick to the gut, Impact swings around into a hammerlock/reverse DDT. Impact's still holding that arm, he yanks Oz to his feet, hooks his elbow and head behind Oz' arm... modified armbar/northern lights suplex! Impact follows it up with a cross arm breaker!]

Ian Wright: This is the second time Impact is going for that move!

Daniel Reid: Look at the tork in that arm! Look at the intensity on Impact's face, he's gonna break his arm!

[Ozmodious begins to battle back, getting to his feet.]

Ian Wright: How is Oz doing this! He's lifting Impact off the mat!

Daniel ride: MY GOD! What a modified powerbomb!

Ian Wright: Impact wont let go of the hold!! Oz is lifting him up again!

[Just before Oz is ready to throw Impact down, Impact lets go of the hold, grabbing two handfuls of hair and driving Oz face first with a elevated face buster.]

Daniel Reid: Neither man can get the upper hand on each other!

[Impact lifts Oz to his feet and sets him up in a gut wrench. Gut wrench suplex! Impact's holding on to the gut wrench, he rolls then to his feet, powerbomb coming up... He's going for the crucifix powerbomb... NO! Oz slides back down, he's going for a backslide, NO! Impact rolls over Oz and onto his feet, a kick to the gut, he's going for it again! He hits it! what impact on the crucifix powerbomb!

Daniel Reid: Impact's going to the top! This is it I can feel it!! Giant Leap! He connects!

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3!!!!

Ian Wright: NO! Ozmodious somehow kicked out from the Giant Leap!!

[Impact gets up and gets in the face of the referee.]

Daniel Reid: impact's right, that was three! That was three!

Ian Wright: Ozmodious up.... ROYAL CORONATION!! IT's OVER! Crowd:

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3! Ohhhh!

Ian Wright: JESUS CHRIST! Impact kicked out!

Daniel Reid: Calm down Ian....

Ian Wright: These two guys are killing each other! The Atlantic Coast Title, and a huge amount of respect hangs in the balance!

[Both men are sucking for air and laying on the mat.]

[The bell rings.]

Ian Wright: What the hell!?

[The fans begin to boo.]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the 30 minute time limit for this match has expired!

[Boos get louder.]

Ring Announcer: This match is declared a draw!

Ian Wright: C'Mon!

Daniel Reid: what a rip off!

[A few moments pass and Impact and Ozmodious both get up. Ozmodious gets behind Impact and locks in the royal touch!]

Ian Wright: Royal Touch, it may be a draw, but Ozmodious is getting the last laugh!

Lindsey sneaks in the ring behind Ozmodious and nails him with the golf driver.]

Ian Wright: what is she doing!?

Daniel Reid: Standing by her man like any good bitch... I mean woman would do!

[The Viscount now gets in the ring and picks Lindsey up with one hand a drives her into the mat with a huge choke slam.]

Daniel Reid: Noo!

Ian Wright: The fans are loving this!

[Impact grabs the driver off the ground and starts wailing away relentlessly on The Viscount.]

Daniel Reid: I think The Viscount hit a nerve!

[Impact kicks the Viscount out of the ring and begins to check on Lindsey. As MWL President Scott Logan runs down towards the ring and grabs hold of the ring announcer and the referee, gesturing angrily, at the points at the time keeper once more gesturing back towards the ring and at those around it before stalking back up the aisle]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the I have just been informed that this match MUST continue under sudden death rules! Meaning no holds bared, and Lindsey and the Viscount are both banned from ringside!

Ian Wright: YEA! That's what I like to see! We're going to find out once and for all who the better wrestler is!

[Viscount grudgingly leaves the ringside area as referees help Lindsey up the ramp. Ozmodious is getting to his feet, Jonsson from behind leaps up on Oz' shoulders, going for a victory roll. Ozmodious counters by pushing Jonsson into the air, then slamming him into the canvas with a face first powerbomb. Ozmodious then floats up and applies a camel clutch.]

Daniel Reid: Ozmodious is doing his best to keep the pace slow. As long as he can keep Krist on the mat and wear him down, he stands a good chance of winning...

Ian Wright: I think you're right. I think Krist's given all he can give, and Ozmodious has the upper hand it's only a matter of time...

[Krist slowly battles up to his knees, but Ozmodious quickly jumps up, driving all his weight into the back.]

Daniel Reid: Man, I don't think Krist has anything left to give... but he still wont give it up!

Ian Wright: Jonsson's probably got some severe neck or rib injury... even if he wins, I don't think he could successfully defend his title again.

[Jonsson again battles up to his knees. Ozmodious jumps up again, but Impact rolls over and lifts his knee into the groin of Oz. Krist fires Ozmodious into the ropes, then goes for a backdrop on Ozmodious. Ozmodious lands on his feet, and grabs Jonsson by his Mohawk. He hooks him in an inverted facelock, then hoists him into the air. Ozmodious holds him for several seconds, then drives him into the canvas. Inverted brainbuster suplex by Ozmodious, and Krist isn't looking too healthy now. Ozmodious pulls Jonsson to his feet and applies another inverted facelock. He hooks his hands behind Jonsson's neck and leans back, applying pressure. Ozmodious has that Dragon Sleeper, but he is too close to the ropes. Jonsson makes his way to the ropes, and the referee separates both men.]

Daniel Reid: Krist has been working on staying in the match, and appears to be holding his neck a little.

Ian Wright: The way that Ozmodious has been focusing on the neck, I am not surprised.

[Ozmodious slides behind Jonsson and staggers him with a vicious shot to the kidneys. Ozmodious grabs Jonsson and pulls one arm across his chest, and pumphandles the other arm. Krist is trying to block, but Ozmodious is able to power him over. He bridges and the referee gets into position. He then breaks up the pin attempt and points at the ropes. Japanese Ocean Suplex by Ozmodious, but he ended up in the ropes, and wasn't able to take advantage of the move. Both men get to their feet and Ozmodious is just a hair quicker to the punch. He fires a series of forearms into the head of Jonsson and grabs Jonsson in a belly-to-belly hold. He cradles a leg, and then holds Jonsson in the air for several seconds, then drops him and bridges for a pin attempt. The referee slides into position and makes the count.]

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Jonsson gets a shoulder out at the last second.]

Ian Wright: Jonsson barely escaping that cradle brainbuster suplex there...

[Impact staggers to his feet and nails him with a stiff knee to the gut, he follows up by getting behind Oz and hitting a fall forward Russian leg sweep, he then picks him up in an instant, following it up with a normal Russian leg sweep. Impact rolls backward to his feet and jerks Ozmodious up and hits a downward Russian leg sweep. ]

Ian Wright Reverse Russian.... side Russian.... downward Russian.... STO coming up finishing the Point of no return.

[Impact is a split second away from hitting the STO, but Oz blocks, hitting a downward Russian leg sweep of his own.]

Daniel Reid: Great reversal, Oz gets him up, he whips Impact into the ropes...

[Oz lifts Jonsson for what looks to be a tombstone, or possibly a side slam, but Impact back flips with it, landing on his feet and lifting Ozmodious in a tombstone style position. Reversal by Impact, what an inverted pile driver! Impact begins to climb the near turnbuckle. Jonsson climbs to the top rope and waits for Ozmodious to get to his feet. The Viscount climbs onto the apron and grabs Jonsson, shoving him off of the top rope. Jonsson lands in the ropes, and gets tied up in them.]

Ian Wright: The Viscount has been quiet the entire match, and he just made himself into a factor. Now let's see if Ozmodious can recover.

[Ozmodious makes his way to his feet, then looks up and sees Jonsson tangled in the ropes. He drops to the canvas and rolls under the bottom rope, then grabs the NeWA Cruiserweight title belt and heads up the ramp. The referee begins a count.]

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10!!!

[The referee calls for the bell, and begins to work on releasing Jonsson from the ropes.]

Ian Wright: I don't get it... Ozmodious just walked away from the match!

Daniel Reid: Someone out back needs to find Ozmodious and ask him why he did that.

Ian Wright:Well we are being told now that Skip has tracked down Ozmodious, and is with him in the back.

[The scene cuts to the parking area, where you see The Viscount loading several bags into the trunk of a rental car. Ozmodious is still wearing his wrestling gear and is sitting in the back seat.]

Skip Robinson: Ozmodious, why did you walk out on the match and give Krist the win?

[The Viscount stops loading the bags into the trunk, and closes it. He then walks over to Skip, and leans down to the window for a moment.]

The Viscount: Ozmodious thought that it was necessary for Krist to feel the pain of being ignored. The pain of being shown as unworthy of the honor of a full battle with Ozmodious. That is why he walked out on the match.

Skip: But I thought that Ozmodious was desperate for glory, for the accolades of being called a champion.

The Viscount: If the opponent was someone who was worthy of that honor, Ozmodious would have given him the opportunity to prove that he was worthy of walking into the ring and defending that title against him. However, time and time again, Krist has shown himself to be nothing more than a thug. Krist has proven himself to be nothing more than a charlatan, a pretender, a false prophet, and a bottom feeder.
IF Krist desires another opportunity to test himself against Ozmodious, let him come to me with empty hands and a remorseful heart over his lack of honor. Let him do penance and remove the stain upon his name. Until then, Ozmodious has nothing to say to Krist.

[The Viscount then climbs into the driver's seat and pulls away, leaving Skip looking at the departing car.]

Skip: I don't know what to make of this Ian, back to you.

[The scene cuts back to the announce table, where Ian and Daniel are sitting.]

Daniel Reid: Personally, I think that Ozmodious has a screw loose somewhere. He walked out on a title match, and completely ignored his opponent. Those are not the actions of a rational man.

Ian Wright: Well ration or not what’s done is done and Ozmodious has left the building with only the gold he walked through the doors with, but speaking of gold, and speaking of walking in and out with it, Dan Dixon would like nothing more than to walk away from the arena tonight the Massachusetts State champion. His fellow Vicious circle members Ulfric and Hunter Simms have already captured the MWL tag team titles here tonight, and if Dixon pulls it off, they will have the very power they desired.

[The shrill keening of feedback emits from the PA system as the lights go down, quickly melting into the ragged opening riff of Entombed's "Wolverine Blues". A string of canon-like drumbeats joins the fray, the last one coinciding with a thunderous blast of pyro.]

***BOOM!!!***

[As the resulting smoke slowly dissipates, Dan Dixon appears at the top of the entryway, taking a few seconds to scan the crowd. He's decked out in his usual gear of plain black tights and black boots, with black athletic tape wrapped tightly around each wrist. A dead-black tribal tattoo runs from his left wrist all the way up to his shoulder, with a few tendrils snaking off on his chest and halfway up his neck. The rowdy MWL faithful offer Dixon a less-than-cordial reception as he makes his way down the aisle, accompanied by LG Petrov's growling vocals...]

# what you believe
# is the vanity you conceive
# what you love you don't pen
# to put in a cage is to put to an end
# enamored of the passion
# life-sucking lust
# you will never gain my trust

Ian Wright: The challenger now on his way to the ring, and Daniel, I'm not sure if he looks really determined or really pissed.

Daniel Reid: I imagine he's still pissed about that announcement from our new boss earlier.

# I’m a misanthropical breed
# I’m insatiable in my need to feed
# utterly fearless
# for your luscious flesh
# I’ve got an appetite like a war
# and I am always hungry for more
# enamored of the passion
# life-sucking lust
# you will never gain my trust

[Now reaching the ring, Dixon climbs up on the apron and quickly steps through the ropes and into the ring. Meanwhile, "Wolverine Blues" hurtles towards climax...]

# I’m a misanthropical breed
# I’m insatiable in my need to feed
# vicious mammal
# the blood is my call
# pound for pound
# I am the most vicious of all

[The song ends with the music fading abruptly, and the lights come back up. Dixon stands ready in the ring, awaiting the champ.]

Ian Wright: Dixon stands waiting in the ring, and he's on his own tonight. His Vicious Circle running buddies have been banned from ringside.

Daniel Reid: Yeah, like it matters.

Ian Wright: We'll see.

[Suddenly the lights dim and gray smoke begin to fill the arena while green laser lights cut across the walls, floors, and ceilings. Meanwhile, "Superstar" starts to play over the system's PA system. A spotlight shines down on the entryway, where "The Dragon" Jim Dalton and Master Kwon appear, much to the joy of the crowd. Dalton walks to the ring in his gold victory robe from the Super J Cup, slapping the hands of his loyal "Daltonites" on the way. Kwon does likewise before climbing up the ring to hold the ropes open for Dalton. Jim climbs in and turns about with the belt held high, a golden spotlight following his every move, then, after an explosion of golden pyro from the 4 ring posts, the music and lighting effects die, "The Dragon" remains in the ring.]

Daniel Reid: Dalton may have walked into this the champ but....

[Dixon wasting no time what so ever in getting his one started charges Dalton and immediately the two lock up in the center of the ring. Collar and elbow tie up with Dixon turning it into a waste lock and "The Dragon" immediately turning it into a standing switch. Dixon with an armdrag and he rolls through, maintaining control of the arm, Dalton immediately counters with a headsissors, but Dixon rolls through once more, coming out on top of Dalton and hooks the legs for the pin]

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[Bridge up by Dalton with an amazing show of strength and the crowd showing their appreciation of the exchange with a Big POP as Dalton twists Dixon around, but it's Dixon with the boot to the midsection and a double underhook, lifting "The Dragon" off the ground and then slamming him chest first to the mat. Dixon pulls Dalton to his feet before the State champ can get his bearings and fires him across the ring, but Dalton reverses and its Dixon who hits the ropes and bounces off hard, right into a drop toe hold from the "The Dragon" which sends him crashing face first to the mat. Dalton into the ropes, triple jump no hands moonsault and he lands across the back of Dixon before rolling him over and looking for the pin]

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[Kickout by Dixon and both men rolling to their feet and tying up once more. Dalton backing Dixon into the ropes, Dalton breaks cleanly but Dixon with a rake of the eyes, pulls Dalton up and into a military press then falls backwards, dropping him down into a T-bone suplex. Both men rolling to their feet, with Dalton taking Dixon over with a deep armdrag, then keeping the arm trapped their as he attempts to lock on a crossface. Dixon grabbing the ropes though and struggling to his feet. Dalton releases the hold and nails Dixon in the back of the head with a lightning fast dropkick, sending him spilling out of the ring. Dixon on the outside shaking the cobwebs out, and Dalton across the ring, building momentum before launching himself up and over the top rope with a springboard summersault plancha which takes Dixon to the ground. Dalton picking Dixon up and rolling him back into the ring]

Ian Wright:Dalton really taking it to his challenger here tonight!

Daniel Reid:Cover!

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[kickout by Dixon followed by a low blow unseen by the referee as Dalton began climbing to his feet. Dixon grabs a handful of the champ's hair and pulls him to his feet. He quickly sets Dalton up for a suplex and snaps him over hard. Dixon into the snap suplex combo, rolling through ... a second snap suplex ... he rolls through again...A third snap suplex by Dixon, and he rolls through one more time, then hoists the champ up into a vertical suplex position and maintains it for a few seconds.]

Daniel Reid: Nice hang-time...

[Now Dixon lunges forward and drops Dalton stomach-first across the top rope, generating a big "OH!" from the crowd.]

Daniel Reid: Ouch. The champ is hung out to dry across that top rope...

Ian Wright: And Dixon hits the ropes and comes back with a stiff dropkick to the side of Dalton's head, bringing the champ back in the hard way. Dixon pulling the champion to his feet, then turns him into a reverse hangman’s neckbreaker and drills him to the canvas. Dixon hooking the legs]

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[Kickout by Dalton and Dixon already climbing to his feet and pulling the champ up with him, Dalton however with a dropkick into the chest of Dixon knocking him backwards and Dalton up and immediately catching the charging Dixon coming in with a arm drag which sends him rolling halfway across the ring. Dixon rolling to his feet and both men now wearily circling one another, the feeling out process over]

Ian Wright: somehow I get the feeling we ain’t seen nothing yet!

Daniel Reid: For once I agree with you.

[both men reluctant to tie up for a second, knocking the others hand away before finally locking up with one hand and attempting to pull the other off balance, when that fails to work , they coming together in a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring, where a knee lift by Dixon allows him the advantage into the side headlock takeover, headsissors counter and kickout by Dalton, both men rolling to there feet, locking up once more, this time its Dalton with the side headlock into a takedown and Dixon with the headsissors counter and kickout and once more the two roll to their feet, this time with Dixon shoving the champion down and dropping but Dalton rolling out of the way.]

Ian Wright: Dixon beginning to let his emotions get to him

Daniel Reid: I don’t think so, I think he just wants to show the champion who the man really is.

[Both men standing eyeball to eyeball in the center of the ring, glaring into each other faces. Dixon with a right hand, Dalton fires back with a left, Dixon trying for an Irish Whip but Dalton stops cold and turns it into a wristlock, Dixon stepping through and coming up with a single leg takedown on Dalton and rolls him into a cradle for the pin]

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[Kickout by Dalton and both men roll to their feet and slowly begin circling each other once more. Collar and elbow tie up once more, Dalton with a go behind into a waste lock, but Dixon squatting down, lowering him center of gravity and Dalton unable to take him over, Dixon coming out of it right into a drop toe hold , floats over right into a side headlock but Dalton counters into a hammerlock eliciting a huge POP from the fans]

Ian Wright:Dan Dixon really showing us that he can wrestle here tonight!

Daniel Reid: As unbelievable as that may seem, the man does have an impressive array of moves and the crowd seems to be getting behind both champion and challenger!

[Dalton rolling Dixon onto his back for the cover as Dixon loses a grip on the headlock]

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[Kickout by Dixon and both men climbing to their feet and facing off once more. Tie up again, Dixon backing Dalton back into the corner, refusing to let him out ever as the referee begins to count and instead unloads with a series of vicious right hands followed by a kick to the gut and an Irish Whip attempt, Dalton reverses, and Dixon is sent hurtling into the corner, Dalton follows him in and is met with a boot to the face, staggering him backwards, Dixon going right back after him, catching him and hooking him for a head and arm Taz-plex which sends Dalton rolling to the outside. Dixon pacing the ring now as Dalton climbs back to his feet.]

Ian Wright: smart move here by Dixon, not heading to the outside where the faster Dalton would have the advantage with those aerial moves.

Daniel Reid: Dalton writhing in pain on the outside and Dixon screaming that he wants him back in the ring.

Ian Wright: That’s a mark of experience there by Dixon, he knows he can’t win the belt on the outside.

[Dalton pulling himself up and slowly climbing back into the ring, Dixon smelling blood, taunting him and Dalton finally locking up with Dixon who drives him back into the corner and begins choking him as the referee calls for the break. Dixon breaks on four, then drives him back again, choking once more and again waiting for the four count to break. Irish whip now by Dixon, reversal by Dalton, sending Dixon in, Dixon grabbing hold of the top ropes, attempts to lift himself over Dalton but gets caught by the legs, and planted back first with authority near the center of the ring.]

Ian WrightThat had to hurt!

[Dixon staggering to his feet, Dalton just waiting their, hooking clothesline by Dalton and Dixon rolling halfway across the ring, looking to put some space between himself and Dalton as he climbs back to his feet, Dalton not giving any breathing room though, follows him in and nails him with a tornado DDT! The fans are on their feet, as the wrestlers receive yet another *Huge Pop*. Dalton with the cover]

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[kickout by Dixon and Dalton pull shim to his feet and Dalton whips Dixon into the corner then follows him in with an avalanche. Well, he tries to anyway.]

Ian Wright: Dalton tried an avalanche, but Dixon moved at the last second!

Daniel Reid: How's that turnbuckle taste, Jim?

[Dalton staggers back into the waiting arms of Dixon, who wraps him up with a waistlock, looking for a German suplex, but Dalton breaks the hold by smacking Dixon in the jaw with a quick elbow.]

Daniel Reid: Yowza! Right in the mouth!

[Dixon backs up a little, working his jaw, then charges at Dalton, but the champ is ready for him and...]

Ian Wright: BIG spinebuster by Dalton! He's looking for the cover!

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[Kickout! By Dixon and he looks pissed. Dalton looking to pull him to his feet, Dixon with a thumb jabbed in his eyes, climbs to his feet and slides around behind Dalton, full nelson Suplex and Dixon plants him. Dixon not done though, pulling Dalton up once more and hooking him for a tiger Suplex, then planting him with a bridge. The referee out of position, finally makes it around to count]

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[Kickout by Dalton, Dixon pulling him up and dragging him over towards the top turnbuckle, Dixon setting him up on the turnbuckle, then climbing up after him, A series of left hands to the face of Dalton and Dalton realign ad Dixon pulls him to his feet, Dixon trying to hook him and Dalton fighting it, leaps into the hair, hurricunara off the top rope and both men are down in the center of the ring! Dalton struggling to his feet first thought, he’s heading over towards the corner and slowly scaling the top rope as Dixon struggles to his feet. ]

Ian Wright: High-risk maneuver coming up here...

[Dalton is trying to steady himself on that top turnbuckle, but Dixon finally gets wind of what Dalton's up to, and he throws himself into the ropes, causing Dalton to lose his balance...]

Crowd: OH!

Ian Wright: Ow! Crotched on the top turnbuckle!

Daniel Reid: That'll ruin your evening.

Ian Wright: Dixon coming to his senses a bit ... now he's heading back up top with Dalton...

Daniel Reid: Superplex, maybe?

[Dixon climbs up to the second turnbuckle and gives Dalton a few quick shots to the head, then sets him up for a superplex. Not just any old superplex, though. Dixon hooks a leg...]

Ian Wright: SUPER FISHERMANBUSTAH~!

Daniel Reid: Fisherman-what?

Ian Wright: That's gotta' be it! Here's the cover...

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Ian Wright: NO! Dalton kicks out at the last second!

Daniel Reid: Fisherman-who?

[Dalton and Dixon both wearily climbing to their feet, Locking up once more and Dixon driving Dalton back into the corner than looking for the Irish Whip, Dalton counters and Dixon sent into the ropes, Dixon his hard and bounces off, Dalton following him in but Dixon with the presence of mind to pull the referee right into the path of Dalton’s dropkick. The referee is down and now both men eying one another wearily, criss crossing the ring. Both men looking for clotheslines and both men nailing them. Dalton and Dixon down in the center of the ring]

Ian Wright: What the hell…

[The lights dim...the opening of Limp Bizkits "Faith" starts up...then the heavy part begins, as the following flashes on the screen as the fans stand awaiting HIS arrival. Simply...flash...The...flash BEST. The fans roar in approval, as Shooter Malloy comes through the curtains with his famous ruthless smile. His golden locks fall to his shoulders, he wears nothing but black and gold tights, exposing his muscular chest. The lights come back up, and Malloy steps into the ring. Dalton stumbling to his feet...SMACK, nailed with the superkick. Dan Dixon slowly gets up...he, too, is nailed by the Malloy's deadly superkick. The crowd roars...Malloy puts Dixon on Dalton, leaving the ring as the ref just awakens from the shot earlier he took.]

[The referee crawling over to make the count}

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Ian Wright:NO!!! Dalton kicked out…Dalton kicked out!!!

[Huge pop from the fans and Dalton now pulling himself to his feet, Dixon is still dazed from the superkick and Dalton with a series of kicks to the knee, ribs, chest and head of Dixon before taking him down with a dragonranan. Dixon is down and slowly rolling over]

Ian Wright:What the hell is Dixon doing!!!

Daniel Reid: Id say he’s looking for something down their in his tights!

[ Dixon pulling out a pair of brass knucks, tucking them out of sight to keep them away from the ref while Dalton approaches. Dixon continuing to play injured till Dalton is within striking distance and Dixon unleashing a tremendous left hook, but Dalton with a drop toehold and Dixon nails the ref! The referee is down again and Jim “ The Dragon” Dalton pulling Dixon back to his feet, whipping Dixon across the ring, Dixon hits the corner chest first, and Dalton with a dropkick to the back of Dixon crushing him against the turnbuckle, then following it up with a straight jacket suplex. Huge pop from the fans who are on their feet, as Dixon stumbles back to his and Dalton stand their waiting. Dalton has him hoped, the fans are on their feet, Dragon Suplex by the Champ!!!! and the Crowd roars their approval. Dalton with the cover but there’s no one their to make the count. Dalton counting and the crowd counting with him]

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Ian Wright:He should have had Dixon beat right there! The ref is still down!

[Dalton over to the ref, shaking him and trying to revive him, the ref opening his eyes, shaking his head a bit, by Dixon is up as well, and crawling over behind Dalton, the ref is trying to sit up, Dixon with a schoolboy and a handful of tights rolls Dalton up]

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[Dixon with the added leverage of his feet on the ropes the referee doesn’t see him]

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Ian Wright: He stole it!!! He stole the match and the title from Dalton!!!

[The referee raising Dixon’s arm but Dixon yanking his arm away and rolling outside to grab the belt, Shooter Malloy around to the announce table, as Dixon grabs the belt and heads towards the back, a wicked grin on his face. Malloy grabs the microphone as Dixon heads up the aisle.]

Malloy: [pompous] MWL...NeWA, I'm back.

[The crowd roars with a huge pop.]

Malloy: Many are wondering...why am I back? The NWA VP has decided I can come back since I actually did come back a long time ago when PNW reentered the alliance, but I had to leave because of an injury.

[Malloy smirks.]

Malloy: ...and I'm off the injured list.

[Dixon now begins to get up, looking down at Malloy down on the ramp.]

Malloy: Dan, don't think I did this because I like you. It's only because I want [increasing] THAT belt.

[Malloy points to the MWL title Dixon now is holding. Dalton is still down in the ring and Dixon pauses halfway up the ramp and turns around, he’s walking back down towards the ring]

Malloy: Just remember Dan...you maybe champion...but you're definitely not...

[The crowd is waiting for it...]

Malloy: [low] Simply the best.

[Dixon charging Malloy now, Malloy meeting him halfway and the two exchanging rights and lefts as the scene fades out to static]

Credits:
Nightwing/Lewis: contributed source
Vally/Franklin: Mike Valley
Vertabreaker/King Neptune: Scott Logan
4 Way Tag: Ozmodious
Lennox/Knyte:Dan Dixon
Ozmodious/Jonsson: Krist Jonsson
Dan Dixon/Jim Dalton: Scott Logan