"Death surrounds
My heartbeat's slowing down
I won't take this world's abuse
I won't give up or refuse
This is how it feels when you're bent and broken
This is how it feels when your dignity's stolen
When everything you love is leaving
You hold on to what you believe in
The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye
And then I heard you flatline
No, not gonna die tonight
We've gotta stand and fight forever (don't close your eyes)
No, not gonna die tonight
We've gotta fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight"
JOE LOUIS ARENA! DETROIT! ARE YOU READY?
"WE'RE BACK"
Mike Sweeny : Holy mothering fuck! I'm back!!
Steven Brody : No, Michael. We're back. MC-Dub is back!
Sweeny : And in coming back it's bitter-sweet, Steven. I love MCW, love this job, but i get to spend two hours sitting next to a prick like you.
Brody : It's good to work with you again too, Mike.
"[Hook]
I'm Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won't
I'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop"
Pyro's shoot into the air, exploding sending the sold out crowd here in the Joe Louis Arena into sheer madness, even though they haven't got a clue who this could be.
"After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again"
'The curtains separate and the crowd catch sight on the towering man at the top of the ramp, immediately exploding into cheers as she strides down the ramp smiling to the crowd. And they begin an "WE LOVE MCW" chant reverberating around the arena.'
Brody : Holy shit! It's Duane Jacobs. This is why i love MCW, you never know what to expect. The best bar none.
Sweeny : Like someone claiming to die and then faking the whole thing?
Brody : Bad taste, Michael. Bad taste.
Sweeny : Oh well, you know what i'm like.
Brody : Don't remind me. Is Jacobs the man responsible for bringing MCW back.
Sweeny : Doubt it. He hasn't got a brain cell in that roided body off his.
'Flexing his muscles to the delight of the sold out arena, Duane walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.'
Sweeny : Agile for a big guy.
'Walking around the ring, Duane savours and takes in the atmosphere, smiling from ear to ear. Smacking his chest before raising his arm into the air.'
Duane Jacobs : Wow, what an atmosphere! He wasn't half wrong when he said this was the best crowd in this industry. And i'd have to agree with him for once.
'Plugging the crowd, they unanimously cheer Duane's name.'
Duane : For a guy that's never stepped foot in MCW or associated myself with this company, you've welcomed me with open arms. For that i thank you. And for those that don't know, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Duane Jacobs and i'm happy to announce, i'm 100% the owner of Motor City Wrestling. There's no others, just me. I'm 100% in complete control.
'Once again the MCDub crowd giving Duane a huge round of applause and gratitude, to which he absolutely loves.'
Brody : Our new owner working the crowd right here.
Sweeny : And doing a damn good job too. Asshole.
Duane : I'll be honest here. I wasn't a huge watcher or admirer of MCW back in the day. I had other issues that needed my attention. But i was recently contacted by a well known person, who's been heavily influenced with Motor City Wrestling. He wanted the MCW to comeback, not me. But he didn't want to do it himself. Instead he spoke at length with me and floated the idea to me. All he done was sign over the stock issues to me, at no cost. That's how desperate he was to get this place revived once again. And with only one condition, which i've met. So let me happily and proudly introduce our first signee to the new era. A man you all know too well. The one, the only, MCW legend & Hall Of Famer..
RAYNE YOUNG!!!!
"And the blood will dry
Underneath my nails
And the wind will rise up
To fill my sails
So you can doubt
And you can hate
But I know
No matter what it takes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming."
His music begins to die down as he jumps down and walks over to Duane, embracing his friend as the crowd chant his name over and over again.
Brody : Huge news Sweeny, Duane's first announcement as boss is to award Rayne Young a contract within MCW.
Sweeny : It's not huge news, he always comes back. You know that.
Brody : Can't deny that!
'Looking around the arena, Rayne can be seen getting a little emotional as the crowd continue chanting his name.'
Rayne Young : Finally... RAYNE YOUNG HAS COME..... HOME!!!
'That statement causes the fans to erupt chanting Rayne's name, making his grin from ear to ear.'
Rayne : You guys are one of the reasons why i've comeback. My accident a couple years back, erased alot of my memories. Memories of MCW, but over time they began coming back. Watching videos and the shows, also helped. Then one day, that feeling hit. I knew MCW was my home. I knew i loved this place, those three letters. The more and more i delved into my mind, it all became alot clearer. I bleed the black and yellow of MCW, nobody more than me. Not Kirsta, not Jacob, NO ONE. Ten years ago i bled it and even to this day, i still bleed it. And hearing you guys chant my name, brought chills down my spine. And i know now, more than ever. Getting Duane to take my shares and resurrect this place was the right thing to do. I love MCW and i love you guys.
Sweeny : Oh gosh! What a suck up artist he's become. Time away has made him a pussy.
Brody : They do say, you are what you eat.
Sweeny : So it's true then. You're a faggot after all.
Rayne : My sole purpose when i stepped into MCW and the Joe Louis Arena for the first time back in 2007. Was to hold the World Heavyweight Championship. And i didn't stop there, i've held nearly every single title this company has to offer. My name is synonymous with MCW. When you hear the name Rayne Young, you immediately think of Motor City Wrestling. When you hear the name MCW, you immediately think of Rayne Young. Many people can lay claim to making MCW what it once was, but it's false claims. I made this company what it was. My work behind the scenes, entertaining you guys every two weeks. I MADE THIS COMPANY WHAT IT WAS!
Brody : A passionate statement, Mike. You can't deny some of what he's said.
Sweeny : No, you can't. But i don't agree it was him and him only that made this company great.
Brody : Agreed. We all did. No one person is bigger than Motor City Wrestling.
Duane : Rayne, whilst i appreciate the offer you made me with the shares. And your presence and name within the MCW in the past. It's exactly that, the past. You, MCW, it's a new era. It's MY ERA. I will make this company great again. With how i book the shows and sign the talent, not you. Only reason i signed you to a contract is because i had too. You wouldn't hand over the shares any other way. You're over the hill, Rayne. Your time has been and gone, let the new school take over. MCW has never, nor will ever be about you, Rayne.
Sweeny : Ouch! Rayne needs some water for that burn.
Brody : Our boss giving Rayne a few harsh words and really telling how you feel.
Duane : You see, you fucked me over with FWA. Left me in the lurch. You couldn't give a fuck back then. Whilst i'm not going to fire you straight away Rayne, just know you're on thin ice. Don't fuck with me.
'Rayne smiles as he steps to Duane.'
Brody : Oh no!
Rayne : Or what?
Duane : I've forgiven you, Rayne. But i've never forgotten.
'Duane drops the mic and almost beheads Rayne with a huge clothesline taking his head off.'
Sweeny : I like this guy.
'The crowd not knowing who to cheer for or boo, as Duane quickly paces over to Rayne and lifts him to his feet and puts him down hard on the canvas with the "Cobra Slam (Rock Bottom)" as Rayne looks up to the rafters, lifeless as the MCW Owner, Duane Jacobs gets to his feet and dusts himself down and smiling broadly. Pleased with what he's accomplished.'
Brody : Rayne's felt first-hand just what happens when you fuck with the boss.
Sweeny : Rather him than me, that's for sure.
'Jacobs grabs the mic he dropped and raises it to his mouth.'
Duane : Now before i vacate and let Mayhem officially start. I've got a slight announcement to make. Two weeks time at our second edition of Monday Night Mayhem. The winners of tonight's matches will be pitted against one another in a FATAL FOUR WAY TLC match.
Brody : Wait, he said fatal four way. But there's only three matches tonight.
Sweeny : Well done genius, how about you let the boss finish.
Duane : Now i know you're thinking, three winners tonight? Two weeks it's a fatal four way though? Well done, Sherlocks. Here's the first part that makes this match one off, if not the biggest match in MCW's illustrious history. You see i'd like to introduce to you our first participant involved in two weeks. He's MCW alumni, i wouldn't say legend, but not far away. He's in for one last run, one more shot at gold before hanging his boots up. Our newest signee and the first person involved in this historic match-up... The one, the only....
GREG VENOM!!!
Brody : Oh my FUCKING GOD!
Sweeny : Jesus christ. This is like the retirement home for the old bastards.
Brody : I'm stoked, Sweeny. I really am.
Sweeny : That's not hard, Steven. You're like a muslim when he catches a glimpse of a goat.
Brody : You racist!!!
Sweeny : No racism here, it's true. It's like the playboy mansion for them.
'Duane holds his hands up and tries to calm down an ecstatic crowd.'
Duane : That's not all. Because in this historic match, all THREE SINGLES CHAMPIONSHIPS will be up for grabs. I'll explain later how it'll work. But for now, i've got something important to do.
Brody : Even bigger news. Only one person out of those four will walk out empty handed. Whoever the other three might be, but whoever they are it's going to go down in history.
Sweeny : I like this owner, he's good.
'Jacobs calls for the timekeeper to hand over his steel chair he was sitting on and gets him to pass it through the ropes.'
Brody : This can't be good.
Sweeny : You think.
'Rayne rises to his feet and turns around, Duane slams that steel right into Rayne's forehead busting him open and putting him on the canvas.'
Sweeny : I'm really fucking liking our new boss.
Brody : A huge shot to the temple of Rayne Young, he's down and out.
'Jacobs drops the chair and picks the mic back up one last time.'
Duane : Oh and Rayne, you best get to your feet. Your handicap match starts now.
'Dropping the mic, Duane satisfied with what he's accomplished and the crowd not knowing whether to boo or cheer him, walks up the ramp with a huge grin etched over his face.'
Rayne Young vs. Paris & Mya Denton.
With hearing the news and not wanting to miss out on a huge opportunity, Mya runs out from the back and down the ramp, followed not far behind is Paris. Mya slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as the referee calls the bell to be rung.
Mya jumps onto a fallen, bloody and stricken Rayne Young and hooks his leg forcing the referee to drop to the canvas and slam his hand down onto the canvas to begin a count.
1...
2...
No, Paris saves Rayne from losing this match even though she's on Mya's team.
Brody : Paris risking the wrath of her partner here tonight, stopping the pin and allowing Rayne to possibly get back into this match.
Sweeny : With the news, it's not a handicap match now Steven. It's all for one and one for all.
Rayne manages to crawl across the ring to the ropes, as Paris and Mya begin a shoving contest. Rayne pulls himself up and rests in the corner for a second, allowing him to catch his breath. He wipes the crimson from his eyes and immediately becomes angry.
Brody : Watch out girls.
The crowd let out a huge cheer alerting the two girls to what's happening and as they turn around, Rayne storms at them and takes them to the canvas with a huge double clothesline.
Sweeny : Desperation move already by Rayne.
Brody : Anger not desperation, Mike. He's seething and rightly so.
Springing back to his feet he grabs Paris by the hair and forcefully pulls her across the canvas and picks her up and throws her across the ring, clutching a handful of her hair in the process. Much to the delight of the sold out crowd here in the Joe Louis Arena. Smacking his chest, Rayne turns to Mya who pulls herself up to a knee. Rayne doesn't flinch or hesitate and runs over and roundhouse kicks her right in the temple.
Sweeny : Ouch!
Brody : He's seen red, Mike. Hopefully he doesn't allow it to cloud his judgement and get disqualified.
Sweeny : He can't, Steve. This match is a NO DQ as well.
Brody : Since when?
Sweeny : When you weren't paying attention obviously.
Rayne's on the offensive and pulls Mya to her feet viciously and cracks her in the chin with an uppercut and sweeps her off her feet and back onto the canvas. He climbs on-top of Mya and begins unleashing a fury of right and lefts down onto her face, which she desperately tries to repel. Rayne jumps to his feet, anger rising in his eyes. He runs over to the corner and climbs to the top rope and looks out arms a stretched to the crowd.
Brody : Old school!!
Rayne flies through the air, but Paris slides into the ring and grab a leg of Mya's and pulls her to safety, as Rayne hits nothing but the canvas and holds his abdomen in agony in doing so.
Sweeny : Yes! What an idiot.
Paris senses a chance and runs across and hooks his leg and goes for a pinfall attempt.
1...
But Mya reciprocates and pulls Paris off Rayne stopping the pin.
Sweeny : Jesus. Is it going to be like this all of the match. Just beat the guy already.
Brody : Only one of them goes through to the Four way though, Mike.
Sweeny : Well it's setup for Rayne to win then isn't it? They won't come to a compromise will they.
Brody : Who knows.
Rayne rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself off the canvas. Walking over to the ladies, he grabs Paris by the arm and spins her around, instantly cracking her in the jaw with a vicious right hander. She stumbles back into Mya who pushes her into the path of Rayne and a Belly to Belly suplex sending her across the ring. Mya runs and jumps onto Rayne's back, but he just laughs and falls back, crushing her under his weight onto the canvas.
Brody : Rayne's in total control here now, which is surprising.
Sweeny : Oh hold on. He might not be anymore.
The crowd erupt into a huge chorus of cheers as Greg Venom, smile etched from ear to ear as he slaps the hands of fans on his way down the ramp. Rayne doesn't take his eyes of him as Greg notices and gives him the thumbs up and walks around ringside and joins Sweeny and Brody at the commentary table.
Brody : My word, Greg Venom. Welcome to our humble abode here. Excuse Sweeny, he's an asshole.
Sweeny : Rather be an asshole than a faggot.
Venom : Children behave, let's just commentate on the match and enjoy watching it.
Sweeny : Enjoy? So you say.
Brody : You've got Rayne's attention, Greg. Which isn't good for him right now.
Venom : No it isn't, Steven.
Rayne focuses on Greg and not the match at hand as Mya runs behind him and pulls him down into a roll up pin, holding his shorts.
1...
2...
Rayne kicks out at the last moment as Mya slams the mat down in frustration, knowing she came so close right there. Both get to their feet and Mya runs at Rayne and flies through the air, but Rayne catches the smaller Mya and grins, but Paris is up to her feet and runs at him drop-kicking Mya and forcing Rayne down onto the canvas and she quickly hooks his leg and attempts another pin.
1..
But Paris once again breaks that up.
Sweeny : It's going to be a long night, guys.
Venom : They definitely need to come to some sort of agreement here, otherwise neither will get the win.
Brody : Greg, do you think the ladies can beat Rayne?
Venom : Of course. But i know what Rayne's capable off. And back in the day, he was one of the best. Whether he's still got that in him, remains to be seen.
Rayne gets to his feet, runs at Paris and drop kicks her from behind, sending her crashing into Mya and to the outside. Paris looks out onto Mya at ringside and foolishly turns around and Rayne lands a super-kick right onto her chin.
Brody : A huge super-kick by Rayne, the pendulum has swung back in his favour.
Paris sees stars as she bounces back off the ropes and into a hungry and angry Rayne Young. He scoops Paris onto his shoulders and looks out to the sold out crowd, who are roaring in anticipation at seeing this for the first time in MCW in years. Rayne runs a thumb across his throat and connects with a beautifully perfected "Curtain Call" as Paris's head bounces viciously off the canvas and Rayne cockily stands to his feet and puts a foot on Paris's chest as the referee drops and makes the count.
1....
2....
3.......
Melinda Wilson : The winner of this match and heading into the FATAL FOUR WAY... THE ENIGMA... RAYNE.... YOUNG...
Sweeny : Told you Brody, saw it a mile away.
Brody : That's because Rayne is the better out of the three.
Sweeny : You're so full of crap, it's unreal.
Venom : Whether you love him or hate him, Mike. You can't deny what Rayne Young once was.
Sweeny : Exactly that, once was. Past tense. He's washed up now. Beating these two doesn't make him this great thing again. He needs to beat Laymon, Kirsta, Trinity, Jessica, those sort of competitors.
Rayne gets to his feet, pounding his chest at his victory and signalling to the MCW crowd that Championship Gold will be around his waist. Rayne leans over the ropes and stares at Greg for a few seconds, before smiling and exits the ring and walks towards the announce table.
Brody : This can't be good.
Venom stands to his feet, with the table separating the duo. Rayne however shocks everyone and turns on his heels and walks around ringside celebrating with the fans, as he exits towards the curtains.
Sweeny : One down. Two to go. You looking forward to the next one, Greg?
Venom : Of course. Former World Champions, one being a long time owner here in MCW. Laymon vs. Kirsta Lewis, it's got all the ingredients to be one for the ages.
Backstage
Opening up inside of Duane's office, we can see him sitting behind his desk, talking to someone on the phone.
Duane : Look, Rayne won't be no trouble at all. He knows i've got his number, always have, always will. He poses no threat to what i want to accomplish. And even if he recruits to stop me, there's no one that will side with him, that is worth any salt.
'Duane stops talking and listens in as the other person speaks.'
Duane : Trust me, Rayne and the MCW won't see this coming. We both have made a tidy profit out of Motor City Wrestling. I pulled on Rayne's heartstrings all along. It's pleasing to say the very least. But i'm seeing someone later and my plan is for that person to be the one, to end Rayne's career once and for all.
?? : Let's hope so, Duane. I know Rayne only too well. He's a stubborn son of a bitch and won't go down quietly. I know that for a fact.
Duane : Look, it's all in hand. Just leave him and MCW to me. I made a tidy profit selling it onto you, after he gave it to me for free. And you'll make all your money back and more, before we bring this place crumbling to it's knees.
?? : Let's hope for you sake, you're right, Duane. I've put alot of faith in you with this plan. Keep on deceiving the hoards and everything should be fine.
Duane : It will be. I've got business to attend too. I'll speak to you later.
'Duane hangs up and smirks to himself, as the camera pans out.
Jacob Laymon vs. Kirsta Lewis
Brody : So here we go guys, two former MCW World Champions going at one another.
Venom : The history these two have in this company, is undeniable. I honestly couldn't give you a winner here tonight. This is a tough one to call.
Sweeny : Jacob all the way. Always did admire him as our boss. Shame it had to end.
Brody : Who would've thought that? Sweeny being complimentary.
Sweeny : Shut up, Steven.
Venom : Will you two ladies pipe down. It's like being stuck between an old married couple.
Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, if i can have your undivided attention. It's now time for a one on one match between undoubtedly two of MCW's biggest legends. Both World Champions in their day. Allow me to introduce first, hailing from Ft Lauderdale...
THE HELLCAT!!! KIRSTA LEWIS!!!
As her music plays she appears, dressed in all black leather with a whip in her hand. She cracks it a few times as she walks down to the ring. As the fans boo her it never fazes her as she keeps her head held high, tossing her long dark hair from side to side. She knows she is one of the most hatred women in the sport and she lets it be known she likes it that way. At ringside, she raises her hands to the crowd and flips them all off before slipping into the ring.
Sweeny : Kirsta's looking good tonight guys. She's fit and ready for this.
Brody : Trust you to turn it into something perverted.
Watson : And her opponent. The man perhaps most synonymous with MCW... A former World Champion... Our former OWNER....
JACOB LAYMON!!!!
The noise level inside of the Joe Louis Arena reaches fever pitch. Something we've never heard before inside an MCW event. The fans all rise to their feet as pyros shoot out from the stage as Jacob Laymon sprints through the curtains, bouncing up and down on the spot through sheer adrenaline.
Venom : Kirsta might be in good shape, Mike. But Laymon is looking in tip top condition and is absolutely buzzing off this crowd. It's an amazing sight to behold.
Jacob walks down the ramp and stops as he reaches ringside. Looks directly at Kirsta and then to the fans and smiles before sliding into the ring. Kirsta doesn't hesitate knowing this is going to be one hell of a match and goes right on the offensive and begins stomping on Jacob, throwing him a kick to the face here and there for good measure. Howard Kelly pulls Kirsta off Jacob and warns her that the match hasn't even begun yet. He quickly checks on Jacob making sure he's good to go and he nods. As the Kelly orders for the bell to be rung.
Brody : Cheap shots by Kirsta Lewis there. Really cheap.
Sweeny : She did fuck, Rayne. So what did you expect her to be.
Venom : That's a move right out of the veteran book.
Jacob gets to his feet and grins, knowing he's got one over Kirsta already. He gestures for Kirsta to come at him, but she shakes her head. She knows if she did, she'd run right into trouble. They both steadily walk towards one another.
Venom : A tentative start from both here.
Brody : Both need to shake of ring rust. It's been a long time for both of this competitors.
Sweeny : Boring!
Kirsta and Jacob lock up, but the bigger and stronger Jacob overpowers Kirsta and knees her in the stomach, doubling her over in pain. He grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes, she comes back at Jacob at an alarming speed, but Jacob doesn't flinch and scoops her into a body slam. Connecting viciously with the canvas as all of his power and weight went into that slam.
Jacob stands to his feet and grabs a handful of Kirsta's hair, pulling her up with him. Lifting her sideways into the air, he extends his knee and drops her back right across it. Kirsta hits the canvas and arches her back in agony as Jacob connects with the spine. He's quickly back to his feet and steps a few steps backwards before jumping into the air and landing knee first right onto her head. Now Kirsta's rolling around holding her back and head in agony, as Jacob starts of dominating her.
Sweeny : Jacob's dominating her like i'd love to do.
Brody : Thought you said she was cheap, Mike?
Sweeny : She is. But still doesn't stop me from wanting to screw the shit out of her.
Jacob slowly walks over to Kirsta grabbing her in anticipation to pull her to her feet, but instead she manages to connect with a knee to the groin area of Jacob forcing him to his knees.
Brody : Cheap shot to his nether regions there guys.
Sweeny : Lucky bastard!
With Jacob on his knees, Kirsta comes to her feet and runs at the ropes and bounces off them. Hurtling at Jacob at some speed, she jumps into the air and hits a scissor kick to the back of Laymon's head. Putting him face first onto the canvas. Kirsta doesn't let up and bounces back off the ropes and flies into the ring and drops a knee right across his spine which he severely injured a couple of years ago.
Venom : Smart move by Kirsta Lewis. She's still got the smarts about her.
She climbs on top of Jacob and wraps her arms around his and executes the Cobra Clutch, arching Laymon's back and causing him huge amounts of discomfort and pain.
Brody : An even smarter move right there.
Howard walks over and checks on Jacob asking him if he wants to tap out as sweat drips down over his brow, but he shakes his head as Kirsta Lewis applies the pressure and arches his back more and more. But Jacob refuses to give in or give up.
As the referee nears a 5 count, Kirsta decides to relinquish the submission, allowing Jacob to breath a huge sigh of relief for a moment. But it's only a slight breath, as Kirsta jumps up and drops her knee across Laymon's back once more.
Sweeny : A methodical approach here by Kirsta Lewis.
Brody : Expose a weakness. And in this business, it will get pinpointed.
Venom : You're not wrong there, Steven.
Kirsta backs up a step and slams her foot into the rib cage of Jacob, who screws his face up in pain. Kirsta gets to her feet and grins broadly. With Jacob still on his stomach, Kirsta manoeuvres herself, grabs his legs and locks in a figure four leg lock onto Jacob.
Sweeny : Jacobs in all sorts of trouble right now. The pressure of the submission on his spine, could prove too much.
Brody : That's why she's one of the best still. Despite the ring rust.
Jacob tries not to arch his back too much due to the excruciating pain, Kirsta's putting him under. He begins to summons up some upper body strength and begins to crawl along the canvas towards to the ropes. Kirsta feels herself being moved and shakes her head and summons up her own upper body strength and they begin a battle in the center of the ring. After a few seconds, Jacob begins winning and pulls himself along the ring and manages to grab ahold of the bottom rope, as Kelly orders Kirsta to release the hold. But she shakes her head no.
Brody : Kirsta's cheating to make Jacob weaker here. Howard must stop this farce.
Sweeny : Shut up, Brody.
Kirsta's refusing to break the hold, forcing Howard to begin a count.
1...
2...
3...
Kirsta applies more pressure as Jacob clings onto the bottom rope, desperately hoping to get out of the submission move.
4...
And finally Kirsta releases the leg lock, with the damage already done on Jacob Laymon who still clasps his hand around the bottom rope. And Howard Kelly begins reading Kirsta the riot act, but she just laughs in his face.
Venom : Blatant disrespect from Kirsta towards the MCW official. They should enforce powers allowing him to slap the shit out of her for doing so. Then maybe they won't be so quick to be so damn disrespectful.
Brody : She doesn't care. She's hell-bent on ending Jacob's career right here and now.
Kirsta doesn't back down from Howard and he doesn't back down either, as they become embroiled in a war of words. Kirsta pushes past Kelly and slides to the outside and grabs a steel chair and folds it up before throwing it in the ring and following it inside. Howard grabs ahold of it, but Kirsta upon getting to her feet prises it from his hands and again pushes him aside, causing him to fall on his backside as she strolls over to a stricken Jacob Laymon.
Venom : Not on my watch.
Greg Venom takes off his headphones and gets up and sprints into the ring behind Kirsta. She brings the chair up over her head, but Venom grabs ahold of it and forcefully removes it from her hands. Turning around she's met with a huge shot to the forehead crumpling her to the canvas in a heap.
Sweeny : WHAT!! NO!! Howard disqualify Jacob.
Brody : Karma, Michael. Karma.
Venom throws the chair back out to ringside as Howard just looks at him. Greg helps Jacob to his feet, before sliding out the ring and back to his commentary position. Jacob turns around and sees Kirsta crumbled in a heap and grabs her hair and pulls her head between his legs, his arms wrapping around her waist before lifting her high and slamming her back down to the canvas as he executes "Owned" for the first time in a LONG, LONG time.
Sweeny : The fuck you think you're doing Greg.
Venom : If you want to be eating steel like Kirsta, i suggest you shut the hell up.
Jacob brushes Kirsta's legs off his body and rolls over to her and hooks the leg.
1...
2...
3....
Brody : He's done it guys, Laymon is back to a winning start here in MCW.
Sweeny : No thanks to a huge assist from this sheep shagging prick sat next to me.
Venom : We shag them Michael, you eat them.
Brody can't help but laugh at Greg's comeback to a taunt he's heard thousands and thousands of times before. As Howard walks over and raises the arm of Jacob Laymon to thunderous applause.
Watson : The winner of this match and heading into the Fatal Four Way Match... JACOB LAYMON!!!
Jacob and Greg share a respectful nod between the duo.
Backstage
The camera focuses on Trinity Street as she's walking up the corridor, shortly before her triple threat match is due to begin. Stopping outside a door, she knocks. Waiting for a few seconds before she hears the bellow of a "Come in, it's open." She opens the door in being asked to do so and immediately Duane Jacobs looks up from his paperwork and smiles at the sight of Trinity stood before him.
Duane : Mrs. Street, do come in.
Closing the door behind her, Trinity walks over to Duane's desk and accepts the extended hand he's offered her, before taking a seat opposite her new boss.
Trinity Street : How can i help you, Mr. Jacobs.
Duane : I need your help, Trinity. You see when i heard you might be available, i made it my number one priority to sign you up here to MCW. You bring the sex appeal, the smarts, the accomplishments, the name. You've got everything i need to propel Motor City Wrestling back to the forefront of this industry.
Trinity : Good to see you know my worth to this company, Duane. But cut to the chase, there's something else isn't there?
Duane : Like i said, you've got the smarts. In UWA you retired Danny Darko and in SCW you retired CHBK, am i right?
Trinity simply nods her head in agreement, as Jacobs continues to talk.
Duane : Well the main reason i brought you to MCW, besides what i've just said is to add another retirement to your collection. Are you up for the job?
Trinity : I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say, that you're suggesting i retire once and for all, Rayne Young?
Duane : That i am, Trinity. That i am.
Trinity : And what's in it for me, if i was to accept your wish.
Duane : Well i'll be forever indebted to you. And i will do my up-most to keep you at the forefront here in MCW.
Trinity sits there for a few moments, allowing Duane's words to sink in and gets up to her feet.
Trinity : Mr. Jacobs, you'll have my answer soon enough. But for now, i've got a match to prepare for. So please excuse me, i must go.
Duane gets up from his chair and walks around to lead Trinity out of his office.
Duane : Well Trinity, i hope for all our sakes the answer goes in our favour.
Trinity just looks at Duane and smirks, before turning her back on him and making her way towards the stage.
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Brody : Well that's interesting, it's almost cloak and dagger stuff.
Sweeny : Not really, we've all just seen it. If it was cloak and dagger stuff, we wouldn't have a clue. Moron.
Brody : Well whatever is going on, we've got the triple threat match up next.
Sweeny : I can't wait.
Brody : I noticed.
Trinity Street vs. Abigail Lindsay vs. Jessica Jones
Brody : And here we are folks. This is the one that most have been waiting for.
Sweeny : Me especially. Puppies galore.
Venom : You seriously need to get laid, Mike.
Sweeny : I do. On a regular occurrence too.
Venom : Your mom doesn't count.
Sweeny : Damn it!
Melinda Wilson : Ladies and Gentlemen. Please let me welcome you to the last match of the evening. Our Main Event. Introducing first, weighing in at 115lbs and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts...
THE ARCHANGEL!!!
JESSICA JONES!!!
“…Wait, wait….”
(“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Jones.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Jones steps out onto the stage.)
You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.
(Two huge pyrotechnic shots go off behind her as she raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.)
You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.
Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.
(She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.)
Wilson : Introducing next. Another woman coming from a wrestling family that's associated with MCW. Hailing from Los Angeles, California.
ABIGAIL LINDSAY!!!!
A loud purrrrrrrrrring engine can be heard from somewhere in the arena. The chorus of "Wreak Havoc" by Skylar Grey begins the play. Suddenly, a motorcycle burst from backstage. It stops at the top of the ramp, the person driving the motorcycle briefly takes off her helmet, revealing herself to be Serenity. She places the helmet back on and drives down to the ringside area. She circles the ring twice. The bike comes to a halt. Serenity slides off, takes off her helmet. She hops on the apron apron, proving how flexible she is she lifts one leg off, then drops down in a full split. she slides under the bottom rope. She slumps down into the corner waiting for the match to start.
Sweeny : She can wreck havoc all over me, guys.
Brody : Then you'll be serving jail time. No woman in their right mind would say yes to you.
Venom : Bravo!
Wilson : And last, but by no means least. A woman with a fantastic pedigree. Hailing from Kensington, England.
TRINITY STREET!!!
Venom : Heard alot of good things about this lady. Brains and beauty all mixed into one. Definitely one to watch here this evening and overall in general.
The bell rings and the match is under way. Jessica runs over to Abigail and puts her on the canvas with a headscissors takedown. Jessica smiles to herself but this distracts her enough to allow Trinity to walk over and begin to lace into her with right hands that back her up against the ropes. Trinity whips Jessica into the ropes and then takes her down with a back elbow smash. Jones scrambles back up to her feet only to get put down by a standing dropkick. Lindsay gets back up to her feet and she walks over to Jessica and, along with Trinity Street, begins to stomp away at Jones's prone body. Trinity and Lindsay pull Jessica up to her feet and hurls her up over the top rope and to the outside. Lindsay tries then to get a scissors kick, on Trinity but she senses something could happen and blocks it, connects with a kick to her gut, and nails her with a swinging neck breaker. Trinity goes for the cover and a quick win.
1...
2....NO! Lindsay easily kicks out.
Trinity pulls Abigail up to her feet, gets her in a front face lock, and hits a northern lights suplex. With Abigail downed on the canvas, Trinity bounces of the ropes and runs to Lindsay in the centre of the ring and hit's the "Street Staple". Three quick leg drops in succession and she is struggling. Trinity senses another opportunity and floats over into another quick cover.
1...
2....NO! Abigail Lindsay again slips her shoulder up.
Trinity begins to lace into Abigail with right hands. Eventually the referee pulls her off of Lindsay. And warns Street about the closed fists and then tends to her. Just then, with Trinity and the referee distracted, Jessica Jones comes up from behind and lands a low kick to the back of Trinity's knee. Jones then spins Trinity around, kicks her in the gut, and plants her with a big time DDT. Jones then goes over to Lindsay, pulls her up, and drops her with a short arm clothesline. Jones pulls Abigail up to her feet and throws her out of the ring and to the outside once again.
Sweeny : Abigail Lindsay hasn't been able to get going so far in this matchup.
Venom : You're right. It's like a one on one between Trinity and Jessica.
By this time Trinity has managed to pull herself up using the ropes. Jones notices this, walks over, and begins to lace into her with right hands, backing her into a corner. Jessica then begins to drive her shoulder several times in a row into Trinity's midsection. After six or seven of shoulders in her gut, Jones takes a few steps back and begins to kick away at Trinity's mid-section. Eventually she slumps down in the corner. Jessica then places her boot across Trinity's throat for a choke. The referee orders her to release the hold and when Jessica refuses, the count is on. She breaks the choke just before the count of five. She then pulls Trinity Street up to her feet, whips her into the ropes, and drives a knee into her midsection and hit's the Lightning Spiral, Trinity hits the canvas awkwardly on her neck as Jessica floats over and hooks her leg.
1....
2....NO! Trinity manages gets a shoulder up somehow.
Brody : Jessica Jones with a sickening Lightning Spiral on Trinity there. Almost giving her the win.
Venom : That was some move, Steven. Might have to try that myself.
Sweeny : Why am i not surprised.
Jessica pulls Trinity up to her feet and whips her into the ropes but Abigail is up and she pulls the ropes down, causing Trinity to go tumbling over the top and to the outside. Jones sees this and goes after Abigail but she pokes Jones in her eyes and then hangs her throat first across the top rope. She then hops up onto the ring apron and up onto the top turnbuckle, awaiting Jones to turn around. As she turns around and Lindsay flies off the top with a Diving hurricanrana, taking Jones down to the canvas and Lindsay goes for the cover.
1....
2.... NOOO! Jones just about pushes Abigail off her.
Sweeny : A close call for Jessica, this match could go either way at this moment.
Venom : Nice assumption, Sherlock.
Lindsay pulls Jones up to her feet but Jessica strikes her with an uppercut, forcing Abigail back on her feet. Jessica then positions herself behind Lindsay and nails her with a release German Suplex. She runs over and applies the 'Haas Of Pain' on Abigail. She keeps that locked in for about twenty seconds until Jessica has noticed that Trinity has made it back up onto the ring apron. She releases the submission on Lindsay and charges the apron and knocks Trinity back off and into the barricade with a huge thud.
Brody : Momentum is definitely shifting in Jessica's favour.
Venom : Coming out as winner against these two, will really make people sit up and take notice of her inside of Motor City Wrestling.
Jessica walks over and pulls Abigail back up to her feet, setting her up, and drops her with a Full Nelson Suplex, putting right back onto the canvas. She then grabs Lindsay and applies the triangle choke on her. After a few seconds, Abigail begins to fight back. She uses all her strength and pulls herself to her feet with Jessica Jones cradled in her arms, with a smirk from Abigail and a shake of the head from Jones. She slams Jessica down hard onto the canvas and shoves Jessica's legs off hers. Lindsay doesn't waste any time and pulls Jones to her feet and whips her into the ropes but Jones reverses and then drops Abigail with a huge spine buster. She crawls over and hooks the leg of Abigail, as the referee drops to the canvas to count.
1....
2....
3.....NOOOOO! Trinity just barely broke up the three count!
Jessica gets up and throws a right hand at Trinity but she blocks it and begins to nail Jones with rights of her own, backing her up into the ropes. Trinity grabs Jessica and whips her into the ropes and on the rebound nails her with a spinning heel kick. Jessica scrambles back to her feet and charges Trinity only to get nailed with a pump-handle front slam. But again, Jessica somehow manages to scramble herself back up to her feet and charges Trinity but this time she ducks her head and nails Thunder with a back suplex. It takes a few moments, but Jones uses the ropes to pull herself up, she turns around towards Trinity Street and gets nailed with 'The House Of Street', knocking Jones off her feet and onto the mat. But Trinity doesn't stop there and climbs the turnbuckle to the top and looks out onto the MCW crowd and flies off hitting Jessica with 'The Power Trip'
Brody : MY GOD! What a move! Jessica must be done for.
1....
2.....
3....NO!!!!! Jessica Jones manages to put a foot on the bottom rope, forcing the referee to halt the count.
Trinity signals to the crowd that it is all over. She pulls Jones to her feet and locks in the Octopus Stretch.
Brody : The Octopus Stretch is locked in on Jessica, don't think she can hold out much longer with the submission.
Sweeny : For once, Steven. You might be right.
A good ten seconds go by and Jessica looks as if she's about to tap when Abigail suddenly breaks up the hold with a kick to Trinity's face. She attempts to whip a stunned Trinity into the ropes but she comes off the ropes and catches Lindsay on the return with a handspring elbow. Street then waits for Lindsay to get back to her feet before dropping Abigail with a Hammerlock body slam. Trinity is about to go for Abigail once more, but Jessica gets to her feet and climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope and whistles, catching Trinity's attention as she turns around and Jessica flies off and catches her with an Asai DDT, planting Trinity firmly on the canvas as she crawls over and hooks her leg.
1....
2....
3.... NOOOO! Right at the death, Trinity kicks out. Jessica slams her fist into the canvas in frustration.
Abigail, not Jessica pulls Trinity up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Lindsay ducks her head early and Trinity makes her pay with a kick to the face followed up by a roundhouse kick to the side of her head. Trinity then lands a standing dropkick that takes Abigail Lindsay down. Trinity gets back up only to have Jones, who just rose back to her feet, spin her around, scoop her up, and hit her with an elevated delayed German Suplex. She drops an elbow across Trinity's chest. Abigail gets up in time to see Jessica rising back to her feet, so she rushes in and takes Jones out with a Tornado DDT, causing Jessica to roll out of the ring. Lindsay grinning to herself turns around and is met by Trinity who executes 'Thy Kingdom Come' as the impact on the canvas knocks Abigail Lindsay out.
Brody : That's it! Game over!
Sweeny : She needs a miracle now to get out of this.
Trinity slowly crawls over and covers Abigail, as the referee begins the count.
1...
2...
3...
Venom : That's it! What a huge win for Trinity, she advances to the Championship Fatal Four Way Match.
Wilson : Your winner and heading into the FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH... TRINITY STREET!!!
The referee helps Trinity up and raises her arm, as the sold out crowd applaud the effort that all three ladies put on here tonight.
Sweeny : I admit to being in shock...but what a showing from all three of these athletes. All with very good futures here inside of Motor City Wrestling.
"[Hook]
I'm Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won't
I'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop"
Brody : Seems we're not done and dusted just yet folks.
Sweeny : You think.
'Duane Jacobs steps out on stage, microphone in hand with a huge grin etched on his face.'
Duane Jacobs : Earlier tonight i made a huge announcement that the winners tonight would face off for all the MCW Championships in a Fatal Four Way in two weeks time.
'The fans let out a chorus of cheers.'
Duane : You guys are easily pleased. No wonder you like Rayne Young.
'That comment left the fans with a mixed response, as some laughed but others took offence.'
Duane : Well it's not happening in two weeks time. No, instead i've decided it's going to happen at our first PAY PER VIEW BACK..... MCW PRESENTS TO YOU.... PURGATORY... LIVE 8TH MAY.... The date could be subject to change, but this match will happen at Purgatory and it will break all records. Goodnight DETROIT!!
Sweeny : Huge, huge news, guys.
Brody : Looks like you're going to have to wait a couple of months before you get a chance at gold here in MCW, Greg.
Sweeny : GOOD!
Venom : It'll be worth the wait. Rayne, Jacob, Trinity and myself going at it. It's a match for the ages. It'll blow the roof of this place.
Backstage
30 Minutes after Mayhem has aired.
Greg Venom is seen walking towards a limo in the parking lot, bag over his shoulder and a smile on his face, happy with this evenings events that transpired. He hears some commotion behind him and turns around and is met by a baseball bat to the sternum, doubling him over in agony and dropping his bag.
"You think attacking me and costing me my match was worth it, Greg? You won't be thinking that after what i do next."
The attacker comes into focus and is none other than Kirsta Lewis. She boots Venom in the face, forcing him onto his back and stands menacingly over him.
"Goodnight, Greg."
With that she swings the bat right down onto his forehead, busting him open and knocking him unconscious and leaving him in a pool of his own blood.
"Payback's a bitch!"
She utters as she walks off out of the Joe Louis Parking Lot.
My heartbeat's slowing down
I won't take this world's abuse
I won't give up or refuse
This is how it feels when you're bent and broken
This is how it feels when your dignity's stolen
When everything you love is leaving
You hold on to what you believe in
The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye
And then I heard you flatline
No, not gonna die tonight
We've gotta stand and fight forever (don't close your eyes)
No, not gonna die tonight
We've gotta fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight"
JOE LOUIS ARENA! DETROIT! ARE YOU READY?
"WE'RE BACK"
Mike Sweeny : Holy mothering fuck! I'm back!!
Steven Brody : No, Michael. We're back. MC-Dub is back!
Sweeny : And in coming back it's bitter-sweet, Steven. I love MCW, love this job, but i get to spend two hours sitting next to a prick like you.
Brody : It's good to work with you again too, Mike.
"[Hook]
I'm Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won't
I'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop"
Pyro's shoot into the air, exploding sending the sold out crowd here in the Joe Louis Arena into sheer madness, even though they haven't got a clue who this could be.
"After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again"
'The curtains separate and the crowd catch sight on the towering man at the top of the ramp, immediately exploding into cheers as she strides down the ramp smiling to the crowd. And they begin an "WE LOVE MCW" chant reverberating around the arena.'
Brody : Holy shit! It's Duane Jacobs. This is why i love MCW, you never know what to expect. The best bar none.
Sweeny : Like someone claiming to die and then faking the whole thing?
Brody : Bad taste, Michael. Bad taste.
Sweeny : Oh well, you know what i'm like.
Brody : Don't remind me. Is Jacobs the man responsible for bringing MCW back.
Sweeny : Doubt it. He hasn't got a brain cell in that roided body off his.
'Flexing his muscles to the delight of the sold out arena, Duane walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.'
Sweeny : Agile for a big guy.
'Walking around the ring, Duane savours and takes in the atmosphere, smiling from ear to ear. Smacking his chest before raising his arm into the air.'
Duane Jacobs : Wow, what an atmosphere! He wasn't half wrong when he said this was the best crowd in this industry. And i'd have to agree with him for once.
'Plugging the crowd, they unanimously cheer Duane's name.'
Duane : For a guy that's never stepped foot in MCW or associated myself with this company, you've welcomed me with open arms. For that i thank you. And for those that don't know, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Duane Jacobs and i'm happy to announce, i'm 100% the owner of Motor City Wrestling. There's no others, just me. I'm 100% in complete control.
'Once again the MCDub crowd giving Duane a huge round of applause and gratitude, to which he absolutely loves.'
Brody : Our new owner working the crowd right here.
Sweeny : And doing a damn good job too. Asshole.
Duane : I'll be honest here. I wasn't a huge watcher or admirer of MCW back in the day. I had other issues that needed my attention. But i was recently contacted by a well known person, who's been heavily influenced with Motor City Wrestling. He wanted the MCW to comeback, not me. But he didn't want to do it himself. Instead he spoke at length with me and floated the idea to me. All he done was sign over the stock issues to me, at no cost. That's how desperate he was to get this place revived once again. And with only one condition, which i've met. So let me happily and proudly introduce our first signee to the new era. A man you all know too well. The one, the only, MCW legend & Hall Of Famer..
RAYNE YOUNG!!!!
"And the blood will dry
Underneath my nails
And the wind will rise up
To fill my sails
So you can doubt
And you can hate
But I know
No matter what it takes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world that I'm coming home
Let the rain
Wash away
All the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits
And they've forgiven my mistakes
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell the world I'm coming."
His music begins to die down as he jumps down and walks over to Duane, embracing his friend as the crowd chant his name over and over again.
Brody : Huge news Sweeny, Duane's first announcement as boss is to award Rayne Young a contract within MCW.
Sweeny : It's not huge news, he always comes back. You know that.
Brody : Can't deny that!
'Looking around the arena, Rayne can be seen getting a little emotional as the crowd continue chanting his name.'
Rayne Young : Finally... RAYNE YOUNG HAS COME..... HOME!!!
'That statement causes the fans to erupt chanting Rayne's name, making his grin from ear to ear.'
Rayne : You guys are one of the reasons why i've comeback. My accident a couple years back, erased alot of my memories. Memories of MCW, but over time they began coming back. Watching videos and the shows, also helped. Then one day, that feeling hit. I knew MCW was my home. I knew i loved this place, those three letters. The more and more i delved into my mind, it all became alot clearer. I bleed the black and yellow of MCW, nobody more than me. Not Kirsta, not Jacob, NO ONE. Ten years ago i bled it and even to this day, i still bleed it. And hearing you guys chant my name, brought chills down my spine. And i know now, more than ever. Getting Duane to take my shares and resurrect this place was the right thing to do. I love MCW and i love you guys.
Sweeny : Oh gosh! What a suck up artist he's become. Time away has made him a pussy.
Brody : They do say, you are what you eat.
Sweeny : So it's true then. You're a faggot after all.
Rayne : My sole purpose when i stepped into MCW and the Joe Louis Arena for the first time back in 2007. Was to hold the World Heavyweight Championship. And i didn't stop there, i've held nearly every single title this company has to offer. My name is synonymous with MCW. When you hear the name Rayne Young, you immediately think of Motor City Wrestling. When you hear the name MCW, you immediately think of Rayne Young. Many people can lay claim to making MCW what it once was, but it's false claims. I made this company what it was. My work behind the scenes, entertaining you guys every two weeks. I MADE THIS COMPANY WHAT IT WAS!
Brody : A passionate statement, Mike. You can't deny some of what he's said.
Sweeny : No, you can't. But i don't agree it was him and him only that made this company great.
Brody : Agreed. We all did. No one person is bigger than Motor City Wrestling.
Duane : Rayne, whilst i appreciate the offer you made me with the shares. And your presence and name within the MCW in the past. It's exactly that, the past. You, MCW, it's a new era. It's MY ERA. I will make this company great again. With how i book the shows and sign the talent, not you. Only reason i signed you to a contract is because i had too. You wouldn't hand over the shares any other way. You're over the hill, Rayne. Your time has been and gone, let the new school take over. MCW has never, nor will ever be about you, Rayne.
Sweeny : Ouch! Rayne needs some water for that burn.
Brody : Our boss giving Rayne a few harsh words and really telling how you feel.
Duane : You see, you fucked me over with FWA. Left me in the lurch. You couldn't give a fuck back then. Whilst i'm not going to fire you straight away Rayne, just know you're on thin ice. Don't fuck with me.
'Rayne smiles as he steps to Duane.'
Brody : Oh no!
Rayne : Or what?
Duane : I've forgiven you, Rayne. But i've never forgotten.
'Duane drops the mic and almost beheads Rayne with a huge clothesline taking his head off.'
Sweeny : I like this guy.
'The crowd not knowing who to cheer for or boo, as Duane quickly paces over to Rayne and lifts him to his feet and puts him down hard on the canvas with the "Cobra Slam (Rock Bottom)" as Rayne looks up to the rafters, lifeless as the MCW Owner, Duane Jacobs gets to his feet and dusts himself down and smiling broadly. Pleased with what he's accomplished.'
Brody : Rayne's felt first-hand just what happens when you fuck with the boss.
Sweeny : Rather him than me, that's for sure.
'Jacobs grabs the mic he dropped and raises it to his mouth.'
Duane : Now before i vacate and let Mayhem officially start. I've got a slight announcement to make. Two weeks time at our second edition of Monday Night Mayhem. The winners of tonight's matches will be pitted against one another in a FATAL FOUR WAY TLC match.
Brody : Wait, he said fatal four way. But there's only three matches tonight.
Sweeny : Well done genius, how about you let the boss finish.
Duane : Now i know you're thinking, three winners tonight? Two weeks it's a fatal four way though? Well done, Sherlocks. Here's the first part that makes this match one off, if not the biggest match in MCW's illustrious history. You see i'd like to introduce to you our first participant involved in two weeks. He's MCW alumni, i wouldn't say legend, but not far away. He's in for one last run, one more shot at gold before hanging his boots up. Our newest signee and the first person involved in this historic match-up... The one, the only....
GREG VENOM!!!
Brody : Oh my FUCKING GOD!
Sweeny : Jesus christ. This is like the retirement home for the old bastards.
Brody : I'm stoked, Sweeny. I really am.
Sweeny : That's not hard, Steven. You're like a muslim when he catches a glimpse of a goat.
Brody : You racist!!!
Sweeny : No racism here, it's true. It's like the playboy mansion for them.
'Duane holds his hands up and tries to calm down an ecstatic crowd.'
Duane : That's not all. Because in this historic match, all THREE SINGLES CHAMPIONSHIPS will be up for grabs. I'll explain later how it'll work. But for now, i've got something important to do.
Brody : Even bigger news. Only one person out of those four will walk out empty handed. Whoever the other three might be, but whoever they are it's going to go down in history.
Sweeny : I like this owner, he's good.
'Jacobs calls for the timekeeper to hand over his steel chair he was sitting on and gets him to pass it through the ropes.'
Brody : This can't be good.
Sweeny : You think.
'Rayne rises to his feet and turns around, Duane slams that steel right into Rayne's forehead busting him open and putting him on the canvas.'
Sweeny : I'm really fucking liking our new boss.
Brody : A huge shot to the temple of Rayne Young, he's down and out.
'Jacobs drops the chair and picks the mic back up one last time.'
Duane : Oh and Rayne, you best get to your feet. Your handicap match starts now.
'Dropping the mic, Duane satisfied with what he's accomplished and the crowd not knowing whether to boo or cheer him, walks up the ramp with a huge grin etched over his face.'
Rayne Young vs. Paris & Mya Denton.
With hearing the news and not wanting to miss out on a huge opportunity, Mya runs out from the back and down the ramp, followed not far behind is Paris. Mya slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, as the referee calls the bell to be rung.
Mya jumps onto a fallen, bloody and stricken Rayne Young and hooks his leg forcing the referee to drop to the canvas and slam his hand down onto the canvas to begin a count.
1...
2...
No, Paris saves Rayne from losing this match even though she's on Mya's team.
Brody : Paris risking the wrath of her partner here tonight, stopping the pin and allowing Rayne to possibly get back into this match.
Sweeny : With the news, it's not a handicap match now Steven. It's all for one and one for all.
Rayne manages to crawl across the ring to the ropes, as Paris and Mya begin a shoving contest. Rayne pulls himself up and rests in the corner for a second, allowing him to catch his breath. He wipes the crimson from his eyes and immediately becomes angry.
Brody : Watch out girls.
The crowd let out a huge cheer alerting the two girls to what's happening and as they turn around, Rayne storms at them and takes them to the canvas with a huge double clothesline.
Sweeny : Desperation move already by Rayne.
Brody : Anger not desperation, Mike. He's seething and rightly so.
Springing back to his feet he grabs Paris by the hair and forcefully pulls her across the canvas and picks her up and throws her across the ring, clutching a handful of her hair in the process. Much to the delight of the sold out crowd here in the Joe Louis Arena. Smacking his chest, Rayne turns to Mya who pulls herself up to a knee. Rayne doesn't flinch or hesitate and runs over and roundhouse kicks her right in the temple.
Sweeny : Ouch!
Brody : He's seen red, Mike. Hopefully he doesn't allow it to cloud his judgement and get disqualified.
Sweeny : He can't, Steve. This match is a NO DQ as well.
Brody : Since when?
Sweeny : When you weren't paying attention obviously.
Rayne's on the offensive and pulls Mya to her feet viciously and cracks her in the chin with an uppercut and sweeps her off her feet and back onto the canvas. He climbs on-top of Mya and begins unleashing a fury of right and lefts down onto her face, which she desperately tries to repel. Rayne jumps to his feet, anger rising in his eyes. He runs over to the corner and climbs to the top rope and looks out arms a stretched to the crowd.
Brody : Old school!!
Rayne flies through the air, but Paris slides into the ring and grab a leg of Mya's and pulls her to safety, as Rayne hits nothing but the canvas and holds his abdomen in agony in doing so.
Sweeny : Yes! What an idiot.
Paris senses a chance and runs across and hooks his leg and goes for a pinfall attempt.
1...
But Mya reciprocates and pulls Paris off Rayne stopping the pin.
Sweeny : Jesus. Is it going to be like this all of the match. Just beat the guy already.
Brody : Only one of them goes through to the Four way though, Mike.
Sweeny : Well it's setup for Rayne to win then isn't it? They won't come to a compromise will they.
Brody : Who knows.
Rayne rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself off the canvas. Walking over to the ladies, he grabs Paris by the arm and spins her around, instantly cracking her in the jaw with a vicious right hander. She stumbles back into Mya who pushes her into the path of Rayne and a Belly to Belly suplex sending her across the ring. Mya runs and jumps onto Rayne's back, but he just laughs and falls back, crushing her under his weight onto the canvas.
Brody : Rayne's in total control here now, which is surprising.
Sweeny : Oh hold on. He might not be anymore.
The crowd erupt into a huge chorus of cheers as Greg Venom, smile etched from ear to ear as he slaps the hands of fans on his way down the ramp. Rayne doesn't take his eyes of him as Greg notices and gives him the thumbs up and walks around ringside and joins Sweeny and Brody at the commentary table.
Brody : My word, Greg Venom. Welcome to our humble abode here. Excuse Sweeny, he's an asshole.
Sweeny : Rather be an asshole than a faggot.
Venom : Children behave, let's just commentate on the match and enjoy watching it.
Sweeny : Enjoy? So you say.
Brody : You've got Rayne's attention, Greg. Which isn't good for him right now.
Venom : No it isn't, Steven.
Rayne focuses on Greg and not the match at hand as Mya runs behind him and pulls him down into a roll up pin, holding his shorts.
1...
2...
Rayne kicks out at the last moment as Mya slams the mat down in frustration, knowing she came so close right there. Both get to their feet and Mya runs at Rayne and flies through the air, but Rayne catches the smaller Mya and grins, but Paris is up to her feet and runs at him drop-kicking Mya and forcing Rayne down onto the canvas and she quickly hooks his leg and attempts another pin.
1..
But Paris once again breaks that up.
Sweeny : It's going to be a long night, guys.
Venom : They definitely need to come to some sort of agreement here, otherwise neither will get the win.
Brody : Greg, do you think the ladies can beat Rayne?
Venom : Of course. But i know what Rayne's capable off. And back in the day, he was one of the best. Whether he's still got that in him, remains to be seen.
Rayne gets to his feet, runs at Paris and drop kicks her from behind, sending her crashing into Mya and to the outside. Paris looks out onto Mya at ringside and foolishly turns around and Rayne lands a super-kick right onto her chin.
Brody : A huge super-kick by Rayne, the pendulum has swung back in his favour.
Paris sees stars as she bounces back off the ropes and into a hungry and angry Rayne Young. He scoops Paris onto his shoulders and looks out to the sold out crowd, who are roaring in anticipation at seeing this for the first time in MCW in years. Rayne runs a thumb across his throat and connects with a beautifully perfected "Curtain Call" as Paris's head bounces viciously off the canvas and Rayne cockily stands to his feet and puts a foot on Paris's chest as the referee drops and makes the count.
1....
2....
3.......
Melinda Wilson : The winner of this match and heading into the FATAL FOUR WAY... THE ENIGMA... RAYNE.... YOUNG...
Sweeny : Told you Brody, saw it a mile away.
Brody : That's because Rayne is the better out of the three.
Sweeny : You're so full of crap, it's unreal.
Venom : Whether you love him or hate him, Mike. You can't deny what Rayne Young once was.
Sweeny : Exactly that, once was. Past tense. He's washed up now. Beating these two doesn't make him this great thing again. He needs to beat Laymon, Kirsta, Trinity, Jessica, those sort of competitors.
Rayne gets to his feet, pounding his chest at his victory and signalling to the MCW crowd that Championship Gold will be around his waist. Rayne leans over the ropes and stares at Greg for a few seconds, before smiling and exits the ring and walks towards the announce table.
Brody : This can't be good.
Venom stands to his feet, with the table separating the duo. Rayne however shocks everyone and turns on his heels and walks around ringside celebrating with the fans, as he exits towards the curtains.
Sweeny : One down. Two to go. You looking forward to the next one, Greg?
Venom : Of course. Former World Champions, one being a long time owner here in MCW. Laymon vs. Kirsta Lewis, it's got all the ingredients to be one for the ages.
Backstage
Opening up inside of Duane's office, we can see him sitting behind his desk, talking to someone on the phone.
Duane : Look, Rayne won't be no trouble at all. He knows i've got his number, always have, always will. He poses no threat to what i want to accomplish. And even if he recruits to stop me, there's no one that will side with him, that is worth any salt.
'Duane stops talking and listens in as the other person speaks.'
Duane : Trust me, Rayne and the MCW won't see this coming. We both have made a tidy profit out of Motor City Wrestling. I pulled on Rayne's heartstrings all along. It's pleasing to say the very least. But i'm seeing someone later and my plan is for that person to be the one, to end Rayne's career once and for all.
?? : Let's hope so, Duane. I know Rayne only too well. He's a stubborn son of a bitch and won't go down quietly. I know that for a fact.
Duane : Look, it's all in hand. Just leave him and MCW to me. I made a tidy profit selling it onto you, after he gave it to me for free. And you'll make all your money back and more, before we bring this place crumbling to it's knees.
?? : Let's hope for you sake, you're right, Duane. I've put alot of faith in you with this plan. Keep on deceiving the hoards and everything should be fine.
Duane : It will be. I've got business to attend too. I'll speak to you later.
'Duane hangs up and smirks to himself, as the camera pans out.
Jacob Laymon vs. Kirsta Lewis
Brody : So here we go guys, two former MCW World Champions going at one another.
Venom : The history these two have in this company, is undeniable. I honestly couldn't give you a winner here tonight. This is a tough one to call.
Sweeny : Jacob all the way. Always did admire him as our boss. Shame it had to end.
Brody : Who would've thought that? Sweeny being complimentary.
Sweeny : Shut up, Steven.
Venom : Will you two ladies pipe down. It's like being stuck between an old married couple.
Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, if i can have your undivided attention. It's now time for a one on one match between undoubtedly two of MCW's biggest legends. Both World Champions in their day. Allow me to introduce first, hailing from Ft Lauderdale...
THE HELLCAT!!! KIRSTA LEWIS!!!
As her music plays she appears, dressed in all black leather with a whip in her hand. She cracks it a few times as she walks down to the ring. As the fans boo her it never fazes her as she keeps her head held high, tossing her long dark hair from side to side. She knows she is one of the most hatred women in the sport and she lets it be known she likes it that way. At ringside, she raises her hands to the crowd and flips them all off before slipping into the ring.
Sweeny : Kirsta's looking good tonight guys. She's fit and ready for this.
Brody : Trust you to turn it into something perverted.
Watson : And her opponent. The man perhaps most synonymous with MCW... A former World Champion... Our former OWNER....
JACOB LAYMON!!!!
The noise level inside of the Joe Louis Arena reaches fever pitch. Something we've never heard before inside an MCW event. The fans all rise to their feet as pyros shoot out from the stage as Jacob Laymon sprints through the curtains, bouncing up and down on the spot through sheer adrenaline.
Venom : Kirsta might be in good shape, Mike. But Laymon is looking in tip top condition and is absolutely buzzing off this crowd. It's an amazing sight to behold.
Jacob walks down the ramp and stops as he reaches ringside. Looks directly at Kirsta and then to the fans and smiles before sliding into the ring. Kirsta doesn't hesitate knowing this is going to be one hell of a match and goes right on the offensive and begins stomping on Jacob, throwing him a kick to the face here and there for good measure. Howard Kelly pulls Kirsta off Jacob and warns her that the match hasn't even begun yet. He quickly checks on Jacob making sure he's good to go and he nods. As the Kelly orders for the bell to be rung.
Brody : Cheap shots by Kirsta Lewis there. Really cheap.
Sweeny : She did fuck, Rayne. So what did you expect her to be.
Venom : That's a move right out of the veteran book.
Jacob gets to his feet and grins, knowing he's got one over Kirsta already. He gestures for Kirsta to come at him, but she shakes her head. She knows if she did, she'd run right into trouble. They both steadily walk towards one another.
Venom : A tentative start from both here.
Brody : Both need to shake of ring rust. It's been a long time for both of this competitors.
Sweeny : Boring!
Kirsta and Jacob lock up, but the bigger and stronger Jacob overpowers Kirsta and knees her in the stomach, doubling her over in pain. He grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes, she comes back at Jacob at an alarming speed, but Jacob doesn't flinch and scoops her into a body slam. Connecting viciously with the canvas as all of his power and weight went into that slam.
Jacob stands to his feet and grabs a handful of Kirsta's hair, pulling her up with him. Lifting her sideways into the air, he extends his knee and drops her back right across it. Kirsta hits the canvas and arches her back in agony as Jacob connects with the spine. He's quickly back to his feet and steps a few steps backwards before jumping into the air and landing knee first right onto her head. Now Kirsta's rolling around holding her back and head in agony, as Jacob starts of dominating her.
Sweeny : Jacob's dominating her like i'd love to do.
Brody : Thought you said she was cheap, Mike?
Sweeny : She is. But still doesn't stop me from wanting to screw the shit out of her.
Jacob slowly walks over to Kirsta grabbing her in anticipation to pull her to her feet, but instead she manages to connect with a knee to the groin area of Jacob forcing him to his knees.
Brody : Cheap shot to his nether regions there guys.
Sweeny : Lucky bastard!
With Jacob on his knees, Kirsta comes to her feet and runs at the ropes and bounces off them. Hurtling at Jacob at some speed, she jumps into the air and hits a scissor kick to the back of Laymon's head. Putting him face first onto the canvas. Kirsta doesn't let up and bounces back off the ropes and flies into the ring and drops a knee right across his spine which he severely injured a couple of years ago.
Venom : Smart move by Kirsta Lewis. She's still got the smarts about her.
She climbs on top of Jacob and wraps her arms around his and executes the Cobra Clutch, arching Laymon's back and causing him huge amounts of discomfort and pain.
Brody : An even smarter move right there.
Howard walks over and checks on Jacob asking him if he wants to tap out as sweat drips down over his brow, but he shakes his head as Kirsta Lewis applies the pressure and arches his back more and more. But Jacob refuses to give in or give up.
As the referee nears a 5 count, Kirsta decides to relinquish the submission, allowing Jacob to breath a huge sigh of relief for a moment. But it's only a slight breath, as Kirsta jumps up and drops her knee across Laymon's back once more.
Sweeny : A methodical approach here by Kirsta Lewis.
Brody : Expose a weakness. And in this business, it will get pinpointed.
Venom : You're not wrong there, Steven.
Kirsta backs up a step and slams her foot into the rib cage of Jacob, who screws his face up in pain. Kirsta gets to her feet and grins broadly. With Jacob still on his stomach, Kirsta manoeuvres herself, grabs his legs and locks in a figure four leg lock onto Jacob.
Sweeny : Jacobs in all sorts of trouble right now. The pressure of the submission on his spine, could prove too much.
Brody : That's why she's one of the best still. Despite the ring rust.
Jacob tries not to arch his back too much due to the excruciating pain, Kirsta's putting him under. He begins to summons up some upper body strength and begins to crawl along the canvas towards to the ropes. Kirsta feels herself being moved and shakes her head and summons up her own upper body strength and they begin a battle in the center of the ring. After a few seconds, Jacob begins winning and pulls himself along the ring and manages to grab ahold of the bottom rope, as Kelly orders Kirsta to release the hold. But she shakes her head no.
Brody : Kirsta's cheating to make Jacob weaker here. Howard must stop this farce.
Sweeny : Shut up, Brody.
Kirsta's refusing to break the hold, forcing Howard to begin a count.
1...
2...
3...
Kirsta applies more pressure as Jacob clings onto the bottom rope, desperately hoping to get out of the submission move.
4...
And finally Kirsta releases the leg lock, with the damage already done on Jacob Laymon who still clasps his hand around the bottom rope. And Howard Kelly begins reading Kirsta the riot act, but she just laughs in his face.
Venom : Blatant disrespect from Kirsta towards the MCW official. They should enforce powers allowing him to slap the shit out of her for doing so. Then maybe they won't be so quick to be so damn disrespectful.
Brody : She doesn't care. She's hell-bent on ending Jacob's career right here and now.
Kirsta doesn't back down from Howard and he doesn't back down either, as they become embroiled in a war of words. Kirsta pushes past Kelly and slides to the outside and grabs a steel chair and folds it up before throwing it in the ring and following it inside. Howard grabs ahold of it, but Kirsta upon getting to her feet prises it from his hands and again pushes him aside, causing him to fall on his backside as she strolls over to a stricken Jacob Laymon.
Venom : Not on my watch.
Greg Venom takes off his headphones and gets up and sprints into the ring behind Kirsta. She brings the chair up over her head, but Venom grabs ahold of it and forcefully removes it from her hands. Turning around she's met with a huge shot to the forehead crumpling her to the canvas in a heap.
Sweeny : WHAT!! NO!! Howard disqualify Jacob.
Brody : Karma, Michael. Karma.
Venom throws the chair back out to ringside as Howard just looks at him. Greg helps Jacob to his feet, before sliding out the ring and back to his commentary position. Jacob turns around and sees Kirsta crumbled in a heap and grabs her hair and pulls her head between his legs, his arms wrapping around her waist before lifting her high and slamming her back down to the canvas as he executes "Owned" for the first time in a LONG, LONG time.
Sweeny : The fuck you think you're doing Greg.
Venom : If you want to be eating steel like Kirsta, i suggest you shut the hell up.
Jacob brushes Kirsta's legs off his body and rolls over to her and hooks the leg.
1...
2...
3....
Brody : He's done it guys, Laymon is back to a winning start here in MCW.
Sweeny : No thanks to a huge assist from this sheep shagging prick sat next to me.
Venom : We shag them Michael, you eat them.
Brody can't help but laugh at Greg's comeback to a taunt he's heard thousands and thousands of times before. As Howard walks over and raises the arm of Jacob Laymon to thunderous applause.
Watson : The winner of this match and heading into the Fatal Four Way Match... JACOB LAYMON!!!
Jacob and Greg share a respectful nod between the duo.
Backstage
The camera focuses on Trinity Street as she's walking up the corridor, shortly before her triple threat match is due to begin. Stopping outside a door, she knocks. Waiting for a few seconds before she hears the bellow of a "Come in, it's open." She opens the door in being asked to do so and immediately Duane Jacobs looks up from his paperwork and smiles at the sight of Trinity stood before him.
Duane : Mrs. Street, do come in.
Closing the door behind her, Trinity walks over to Duane's desk and accepts the extended hand he's offered her, before taking a seat opposite her new boss.
Trinity Street : How can i help you, Mr. Jacobs.
Duane : I need your help, Trinity. You see when i heard you might be available, i made it my number one priority to sign you up here to MCW. You bring the sex appeal, the smarts, the accomplishments, the name. You've got everything i need to propel Motor City Wrestling back to the forefront of this industry.
Trinity : Good to see you know my worth to this company, Duane. But cut to the chase, there's something else isn't there?
Duane : Like i said, you've got the smarts. In UWA you retired Danny Darko and in SCW you retired CHBK, am i right?
Trinity simply nods her head in agreement, as Jacobs continues to talk.
Duane : Well the main reason i brought you to MCW, besides what i've just said is to add another retirement to your collection. Are you up for the job?
Trinity : I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say, that you're suggesting i retire once and for all, Rayne Young?
Duane : That i am, Trinity. That i am.
Trinity : And what's in it for me, if i was to accept your wish.
Duane : Well i'll be forever indebted to you. And i will do my up-most to keep you at the forefront here in MCW.
Trinity sits there for a few moments, allowing Duane's words to sink in and gets up to her feet.
Trinity : Mr. Jacobs, you'll have my answer soon enough. But for now, i've got a match to prepare for. So please excuse me, i must go.
Duane gets up from his chair and walks around to lead Trinity out of his office.
Duane : Well Trinity, i hope for all our sakes the answer goes in our favour.
Trinity just looks at Duane and smirks, before turning her back on him and making her way towards the stage.
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Brody : Well that's interesting, it's almost cloak and dagger stuff.
Sweeny : Not really, we've all just seen it. If it was cloak and dagger stuff, we wouldn't have a clue. Moron.
Brody : Well whatever is going on, we've got the triple threat match up next.
Sweeny : I can't wait.
Brody : I noticed.
Trinity Street vs. Abigail Lindsay vs. Jessica Jones
Brody : And here we are folks. This is the one that most have been waiting for.
Sweeny : Me especially. Puppies galore.
Venom : You seriously need to get laid, Mike.
Sweeny : I do. On a regular occurrence too.
Venom : Your mom doesn't count.
Sweeny : Damn it!
Melinda Wilson : Ladies and Gentlemen. Please let me welcome you to the last match of the evening. Our Main Event. Introducing first, weighing in at 115lbs and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts...
THE ARCHANGEL!!!
JESSICA JONES!!!
“…Wait, wait….”
(“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Jones.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Jones steps out onto the stage.)
You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.
(Two huge pyrotechnic shots go off behind her as she raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.)
You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.
Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.
(She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.)
Wilson : Introducing next. Another woman coming from a wrestling family that's associated with MCW. Hailing from Los Angeles, California.
ABIGAIL LINDSAY!!!!
A loud purrrrrrrrrring engine can be heard from somewhere in the arena. The chorus of "Wreak Havoc" by Skylar Grey begins the play. Suddenly, a motorcycle burst from backstage. It stops at the top of the ramp, the person driving the motorcycle briefly takes off her helmet, revealing herself to be Serenity. She places the helmet back on and drives down to the ringside area. She circles the ring twice. The bike comes to a halt. Serenity slides off, takes off her helmet. She hops on the apron apron, proving how flexible she is she lifts one leg off, then drops down in a full split. she slides under the bottom rope. She slumps down into the corner waiting for the match to start.
Sweeny : She can wreck havoc all over me, guys.
Brody : Then you'll be serving jail time. No woman in their right mind would say yes to you.
Venom : Bravo!
Wilson : And last, but by no means least. A woman with a fantastic pedigree. Hailing from Kensington, England.
TRINITY STREET!!!
Venom : Heard alot of good things about this lady. Brains and beauty all mixed into one. Definitely one to watch here this evening and overall in general.
The bell rings and the match is under way. Jessica runs over to Abigail and puts her on the canvas with a headscissors takedown. Jessica smiles to herself but this distracts her enough to allow Trinity to walk over and begin to lace into her with right hands that back her up against the ropes. Trinity whips Jessica into the ropes and then takes her down with a back elbow smash. Jones scrambles back up to her feet only to get put down by a standing dropkick. Lindsay gets back up to her feet and she walks over to Jessica and, along with Trinity Street, begins to stomp away at Jones's prone body. Trinity and Lindsay pull Jessica up to her feet and hurls her up over the top rope and to the outside. Lindsay tries then to get a scissors kick, on Trinity but she senses something could happen and blocks it, connects with a kick to her gut, and nails her with a swinging neck breaker. Trinity goes for the cover and a quick win.
1...
2....NO! Lindsay easily kicks out.
Trinity pulls Abigail up to her feet, gets her in a front face lock, and hits a northern lights suplex. With Abigail downed on the canvas, Trinity bounces of the ropes and runs to Lindsay in the centre of the ring and hit's the "Street Staple". Three quick leg drops in succession and she is struggling. Trinity senses another opportunity and floats over into another quick cover.
1...
2....NO! Abigail Lindsay again slips her shoulder up.
Trinity begins to lace into Abigail with right hands. Eventually the referee pulls her off of Lindsay. And warns Street about the closed fists and then tends to her. Just then, with Trinity and the referee distracted, Jessica Jones comes up from behind and lands a low kick to the back of Trinity's knee. Jones then spins Trinity around, kicks her in the gut, and plants her with a big time DDT. Jones then goes over to Lindsay, pulls her up, and drops her with a short arm clothesline. Jones pulls Abigail up to her feet and throws her out of the ring and to the outside once again.
Sweeny : Abigail Lindsay hasn't been able to get going so far in this matchup.
Venom : You're right. It's like a one on one between Trinity and Jessica.
By this time Trinity has managed to pull herself up using the ropes. Jones notices this, walks over, and begins to lace into her with right hands, backing her into a corner. Jessica then begins to drive her shoulder several times in a row into Trinity's midsection. After six or seven of shoulders in her gut, Jones takes a few steps back and begins to kick away at Trinity's mid-section. Eventually she slumps down in the corner. Jessica then places her boot across Trinity's throat for a choke. The referee orders her to release the hold and when Jessica refuses, the count is on. She breaks the choke just before the count of five. She then pulls Trinity Street up to her feet, whips her into the ropes, and drives a knee into her midsection and hit's the Lightning Spiral, Trinity hits the canvas awkwardly on her neck as Jessica floats over and hooks her leg.
1....
2....NO! Trinity manages gets a shoulder up somehow.
Brody : Jessica Jones with a sickening Lightning Spiral on Trinity there. Almost giving her the win.
Venom : That was some move, Steven. Might have to try that myself.
Sweeny : Why am i not surprised.
Jessica pulls Trinity up to her feet and whips her into the ropes but Abigail is up and she pulls the ropes down, causing Trinity to go tumbling over the top and to the outside. Jones sees this and goes after Abigail but she pokes Jones in her eyes and then hangs her throat first across the top rope. She then hops up onto the ring apron and up onto the top turnbuckle, awaiting Jones to turn around. As she turns around and Lindsay flies off the top with a Diving hurricanrana, taking Jones down to the canvas and Lindsay goes for the cover.
1....
2.... NOOO! Jones just about pushes Abigail off her.
Sweeny : A close call for Jessica, this match could go either way at this moment.
Venom : Nice assumption, Sherlock.
Lindsay pulls Jones up to her feet but Jessica strikes her with an uppercut, forcing Abigail back on her feet. Jessica then positions herself behind Lindsay and nails her with a release German Suplex. She runs over and applies the 'Haas Of Pain' on Abigail. She keeps that locked in for about twenty seconds until Jessica has noticed that Trinity has made it back up onto the ring apron. She releases the submission on Lindsay and charges the apron and knocks Trinity back off and into the barricade with a huge thud.
Brody : Momentum is definitely shifting in Jessica's favour.
Venom : Coming out as winner against these two, will really make people sit up and take notice of her inside of Motor City Wrestling.
Jessica walks over and pulls Abigail back up to her feet, setting her up, and drops her with a Full Nelson Suplex, putting right back onto the canvas. She then grabs Lindsay and applies the triangle choke on her. After a few seconds, Abigail begins to fight back. She uses all her strength and pulls herself to her feet with Jessica Jones cradled in her arms, with a smirk from Abigail and a shake of the head from Jones. She slams Jessica down hard onto the canvas and shoves Jessica's legs off hers. Lindsay doesn't waste any time and pulls Jones to her feet and whips her into the ropes but Jones reverses and then drops Abigail with a huge spine buster. She crawls over and hooks the leg of Abigail, as the referee drops to the canvas to count.
1....
2....
3.....NOOOOO! Trinity just barely broke up the three count!
Jessica gets up and throws a right hand at Trinity but she blocks it and begins to nail Jones with rights of her own, backing her up into the ropes. Trinity grabs Jessica and whips her into the ropes and on the rebound nails her with a spinning heel kick. Jessica scrambles back to her feet and charges Trinity only to get nailed with a pump-handle front slam. But again, Jessica somehow manages to scramble herself back up to her feet and charges Trinity but this time she ducks her head and nails Thunder with a back suplex. It takes a few moments, but Jones uses the ropes to pull herself up, she turns around towards Trinity Street and gets nailed with 'The House Of Street', knocking Jones off her feet and onto the mat. But Trinity doesn't stop there and climbs the turnbuckle to the top and looks out onto the MCW crowd and flies off hitting Jessica with 'The Power Trip'
Brody : MY GOD! What a move! Jessica must be done for.
1....
2.....
3....NO!!!!! Jessica Jones manages to put a foot on the bottom rope, forcing the referee to halt the count.
Trinity signals to the crowd that it is all over. She pulls Jones to her feet and locks in the Octopus Stretch.
Brody : The Octopus Stretch is locked in on Jessica, don't think she can hold out much longer with the submission.
Sweeny : For once, Steven. You might be right.
A good ten seconds go by and Jessica looks as if she's about to tap when Abigail suddenly breaks up the hold with a kick to Trinity's face. She attempts to whip a stunned Trinity into the ropes but she comes off the ropes and catches Lindsay on the return with a handspring elbow. Street then waits for Lindsay to get back to her feet before dropping Abigail with a Hammerlock body slam. Trinity is about to go for Abigail once more, but Jessica gets to her feet and climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope and whistles, catching Trinity's attention as she turns around and Jessica flies off and catches her with an Asai DDT, planting Trinity firmly on the canvas as she crawls over and hooks her leg.
1....
2....
3.... NOOOO! Right at the death, Trinity kicks out. Jessica slams her fist into the canvas in frustration.
Abigail, not Jessica pulls Trinity up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Lindsay ducks her head early and Trinity makes her pay with a kick to the face followed up by a roundhouse kick to the side of her head. Trinity then lands a standing dropkick that takes Abigail Lindsay down. Trinity gets back up only to have Jones, who just rose back to her feet, spin her around, scoop her up, and hit her with an elevated delayed German Suplex. She drops an elbow across Trinity's chest. Abigail gets up in time to see Jessica rising back to her feet, so she rushes in and takes Jones out with a Tornado DDT, causing Jessica to roll out of the ring. Lindsay grinning to herself turns around and is met by Trinity who executes 'Thy Kingdom Come' as the impact on the canvas knocks Abigail Lindsay out.
Brody : That's it! Game over!
Sweeny : She needs a miracle now to get out of this.
Trinity slowly crawls over and covers Abigail, as the referee begins the count.
1...
2...
3...
Venom : That's it! What a huge win for Trinity, she advances to the Championship Fatal Four Way Match.
Wilson : Your winner and heading into the FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH... TRINITY STREET!!!
The referee helps Trinity up and raises her arm, as the sold out crowd applaud the effort that all three ladies put on here tonight.
Sweeny : I admit to being in shock...but what a showing from all three of these athletes. All with very good futures here inside of Motor City Wrestling.
"[Hook]
I'm Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won't
I'll keep fighting until the day I'm in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop"
Brody : Seems we're not done and dusted just yet folks.
Sweeny : You think.
'Duane Jacobs steps out on stage, microphone in hand with a huge grin etched on his face.'
Duane Jacobs : Earlier tonight i made a huge announcement that the winners tonight would face off for all the MCW Championships in a Fatal Four Way in two weeks time.
'The fans let out a chorus of cheers.'
Duane : You guys are easily pleased. No wonder you like Rayne Young.
'That comment left the fans with a mixed response, as some laughed but others took offence.'
Duane : Well it's not happening in two weeks time. No, instead i've decided it's going to happen at our first PAY PER VIEW BACK..... MCW PRESENTS TO YOU.... PURGATORY... LIVE 8TH MAY.... The date could be subject to change, but this match will happen at Purgatory and it will break all records. Goodnight DETROIT!!
Sweeny : Huge, huge news, guys.
Brody : Looks like you're going to have to wait a couple of months before you get a chance at gold here in MCW, Greg.
Sweeny : GOOD!
Venom : It'll be worth the wait. Rayne, Jacob, Trinity and myself going at it. It's a match for the ages. It'll blow the roof of this place.
Backstage
30 Minutes after Mayhem has aired.
Greg Venom is seen walking towards a limo in the parking lot, bag over his shoulder and a smile on his face, happy with this evenings events that transpired. He hears some commotion behind him and turns around and is met by a baseball bat to the sternum, doubling him over in agony and dropping his bag.
"You think attacking me and costing me my match was worth it, Greg? You won't be thinking that after what i do next."
The attacker comes into focus and is none other than Kirsta Lewis. She boots Venom in the face, forcing him onto his back and stands menacingly over him.
"Goodnight, Greg."
With that she swings the bat right down onto his forehead, busting him open and knocking him unconscious and leaving him in a pool of his own blood.
"Payback's a bitch!"
She utters as she walks off out of the Joe Louis Parking Lot.
