Purgatory

Yelawolf

"I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on, now
I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh
I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on
I ain't nobodies crutch
I ain't the money man, with your money, man
You ain't looking at me
I'm not the cheap one, looking at me son
You ain't looking at free
I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out
Ain't got no check for em'
If you checking in, mothafucka, check this out"

Kid Rock

"Guess who's back? haha
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city
A shirts, Cadillacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes
Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holdin' keys to my zipper
Fuck a real good girl, I got the baddest bitch in the world."

Eminem

"A lot of people ask me
Where the fuck MCW's been at the last few years
Shit I don't know
But I do know - We're back now.

[2x]
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, you'll wonder how
Looking for me, I'm underground

Dre. I'm down here under the ground
Pick me up, broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxipads
Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking ox to rehab
Whack job in the back in a black stocking cap
Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (He can't say that)
Yes he can, I just did faggot, now guess again
Better text message your next of kin, tell em shits about to get extra messy especially when I flex again
Throw a fucking lesbian into wet cement
Faggidy, faggidy, fagidy, ragidy Ann and Andy,
NO! Ragidy, Andy and Andy
NO! It can't be, it can't be
Yes it can be, the fucking Antichrist back Danny and Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville, calamity god damn it insanity pills fanny pack filled with Xanax
Through every nook and cranny looking for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk
Negligee lookie
Razor blades with me to make you bleed,
Cases of Maybelline make-up laying on the table of weed
Slim Shady shit sounds like a fable to me
Until he jumps out of the fucking toilet when you're taking a pee."
 

A thundering of pyrotechnics light up the arena as Purgatory hits the Battleground Network, the fans going absolutely bonkers as fireworks hits the ramp way with a huge explosion. The camera pans around the arena and picks up banners such as "Deliverance is going to rock", "I want to bend Trinity over" and "Mom, i'm on TV" before spinning around to an advertisement for Battleground Network, before finally landing on the announce team of Brody and Sweeny.

Sweeny : Whoa! I can hardly hear myself talk. It's electric in here tonight.

Brody : Well the live music from Yelawolf, Kid Rock and Eminem certainly helped as well.

Sweeny : It did. Wow, it was awesome hearing those three combine parts of their songs for us here at Motor City Wrestling.

Brody : I've still got goosebumps, Mike.

Sweeny : Me too! And i can't quite believe i'm going to say this. But ladies and gentlemen, MCW proudly brings to you... PURGATORY!!!!

Hearing Sweeny mention that on commentary immediately sends the crowd into a further frenzy.

Brody : I don't think i've witnessed such an atmosphere like this, Mike. It's beyond wild.

Sweeny : And it's only going to get louder, Steven. Looks who's joining us.

Brody : ALCOHOL PAUL!!!

With a huge grin, Alcohol Paul kitted out in his referee's uniform for this evenings Main Event, as he waves to fans who are adoring him even more than they already did. He walks around ringside, slapping hands with the fans that are still going crazy here. As he makes his way around to Brody and Sweeny, who both stand and greet Paul with a respectful handshake.

Brody : Paul. It's an honour and privilege to have you co-commentating with us. Welcome.

Alcohol Paul : Thanks, Steve. It's gooooood to be back. Listen to those fans. It's amazing.

Sweeny : I echo Steven's sentiments too, Paul. Welcome home.

Alcohol Paul : And thank you, Mike. No asshole remarks from you? Hmm, strange.

Sweeny : Not right now, Paul. I'm trying to be nice.

Alcohol Paul : For once.

Backstage

With Sweeny, Brody and Alcohol Paul all talking amongst themselves, and with the fans still going crazy. The cameras backstage pick something up, as Kirsta can be seen walking towards Duane's office. But also at the same time, so is Jacob Laymon as they stand face to face from one another.

Jacob Laymon : Kirsta! What are you doing here?

Kirsta Lewis : Don't know. But if you're here, i can tell i'm not going to like it.

*Jacob looks down at a piece of paper, asking for him to come to Duane's office. He looks at Kirsta and see's the same note for her.*

Laymon : We've both got the notes to go see him, so i guess we best get this over and done with. I want to relax before i kick your ass all over Detroit.

Kirsta : *Rolls eyes* Keep on dreaming, Jacob. Ladies first.

*Kirsta steps aside allowing Jacob to go in first, as he just shakes his head as Kirsta grins. Jacob opens Duane's door and walks in, Kirsta following behind him. As they enter the office, it's almost in complete darkness. Sensing a trap, both get ready to fight, just as the lights switch on and they see Rayne sitting behind Duane's desk instead. Both raising an eyebrow, as Rayne stands to his feet.*

Rayne Young : I see you both got my message. *Looking down at both of the notes they received.* Jacob, Kirsta take a seat please.

Laymon : Rayne, what the hell is going on here. Why have you summoned us all into the same room? Can't you remember what happened the last time both of us were in close quarters? Who has your memory gone fuzzy after i made you pass out.

*Rayne grins as Jacob tries to taunt him.*

Kirsta : I have to agree with him, Rayne. Why are we all here.

*Rayne walks around to the front of the desk and leans against it, as he addresses both Kirsta and Jacob.*

Rayne : Tonight is an important night. Important for our careers, but also for this great company. Two weeks ago, one by one. We all got attacked and taken out the game. Left with a simple message. Deliverance is upon us all, see you soon old friends.

Kirsta : Yeah we know that, Rayne. We were on the wrong end of it, remember! What's your point?

Rayne : I've never backed down, never. And nor will i ever. You two are the same. We all know one another, better than most in this world. But this attack was different. I'm more than ready to meet these fuckers head on, but this isn't the same beasts we've fought in the past. This is different. Think carefully, who have all of us wronged that badly that they went to this sort of trouble? I've got my own assumptions, but i'm genuinely worried for the future of this company. They're here to destroy us and MCW.

Laymon : Rayne, we've fought bigger and harder battles. This is nothing that any of us hasn't happened before.

Rayne : NO! *Raising his voice* This isn't Jacob, this is different. This is going to tear Motor City Wrestling apart if we let it. We're more than capable of taking these ass-holes on separately. But we don't have too. We can fight them together. We can make a stand against them as ONE. And if we do, we've got a chance of defeating them. But if we don't come together, if we don't stand as ONE. They'll tear us apart and this company that we worked so hard to build. Don't give me an answer now, sleep on it. But i want us to band together to take on this threat.

*Jacob and Kirsta look at one another, before looking back at Rayne realising he's deadly serious about this.*

Kirsta : Ok Rayne, i'll sleep on it. And i'll let you know my answer soon. But Me, you and Jacob working together, trying to put asides all the issues we've got with one another. You really think that's a good idea?

Rayne : Yes i do, Kirsta. Despite the issues, all three of us bleed MCW. We love this company, no one can deny that. Whether we're it's past and bringing it down, we still need to band together and protect it. If we don't, MCW won't have a future.

*Jacob runs his hand over his head, contemplating the offer.*

Jacob : You make valid points, Rayne. But so did Kirsta, we've all got to much history to work together. I'll sleep on it too, but i'm not fond of the idea, i will say that.

*Standing to his feet, Rayne nods in acknowledgement, as Kirsta gets up and exits the office as does Jacob.*

Rayne : Jacob, hold up one minute. Can we talk?

*Sighing, Jacob turns around and looks at Rayne.*

Jacob : What now, Rayne. I've got a match to prepare for.

Rayne : Yeah, and you're not the only one. Look, i just want to offer my apologies to you.

*Jacob looks astounded hearing those words come from his mouth.*

Jacob : Excuse me?

Rayne : You heard! I'm sorry about the things i said about Godiva and everything. Your vitriol against me, wound me up and i verbally went too far. And for that i sincerely apologise. We were good friends once, Jacob. We both helped each other out, through our darkest days. I don't want us to be like this. I want us to be cordial towards one another. So once again, Jacob. I'm sorry.

*Rayne walks over to Jacob and extends his hand, as he apologises to him. Jacob looks him up and down, before looking at his out-stretched hand. Taking a few seconds, but eventually Jacob accepts the offer of Rayne's handshake.*

Jacob : I appreciate the apology and accept it. I'll let you know my answer soon.

*Jacob exits the office, as Rayne smiles, mumbling something to himself.*

Rayne : We're in business.

Ringside

Brody : The hell?

Sweeny : I know, Rayne apologising to Jacob. Has hell frozen over?

Alcohol Paul : I don't like the man, everyone knows that. But i'm astonished he's done that.

Brody : I think it was the only play that Rayne had. If he didn't, i don't think he'd have a shot at getting them three together.

Sweeny : So it's not sincere then?

Brody : I didn't say that. But i think he sees the threat and realises, it's a task he can't face on his own. All of them need each other.

Alcohol Paul : Who would've thought that.

Sweeny : Yes, exactly.

 Backstage

Walking backstage, already prepared for her match this evening for the Motor City Championship. Jessica Jones is stopped in her tracks by Trinity Street.

Jessica : Trinity, what can i do you for?

Trinity : Wanted to wish you luck for tonight. You done well against me all those weeks ago. And i know your lineage is woven into his company. Stars like me and yourself, we're the future of this company. We can take MCW to new heights. 

Jessica : My lineage, has nothing to do with my career. Here in MCW or anywhere else for that matter. I make my future, not my name. 

Trinity : You and me, we both need to win this evening. This company needs a fresh champion to promote as it's face. It needs the future, not some washed up, over the hill dinosaurs who don't know when to quit. Tonight it's our night. You put Jacob and Kirsta out to pasture. I'll do the same with Rayne Young. 

Jessica : I appreciate the goodluck. But our time will come, whether it be tonight or another night. 

Trinity : Ok Jessica, i'll be watching. Goodluck again, not that you'll need it.

Jessica : Same goes to you, Trinity. Goodluck tonight.

Ringside

Brody : A show of respect from Trinity? Or is she plotting something?

Sweeny : I don't know, Brody. Ask her if it bothers you.

Brody : No, i'm ok. Thanks.          

   
Exhibition Match - Hardcore Rules.

Samantha Tolson vs. Julliet Brooks

Brody : And now it's time for our first match of the evening and one i've been actively looking forward too.

Sweeny : Same here, Steven.

Brody : And i'm sure both for very different reasons.

Sweeny : I'm not going to argue that.

Alcohol Paul : Mr. Jacobs has pulled off a brilliant business move getting these two talented individuals over here for a one off match. Couldn't have been cheap either.

Sweeny : Two very expensive hookers.

Alcohol Paul : Do you have any shame?

Sweeny : No.

Ben Watson : Tonight, Motor City Wrestling proudly presents to you, once again... Our first Pay Per View since returning... Ladies and Gentlemen we give you.... PURGATORY...

The fans create an "MCW" chant bringing a smile to Ben's face, as he brings the microphone to his lips again.

Ben Watson : And now bringing you our first match. Which is scheduled for one fall. And is now a HARDCORE RULES MATCH.... Introducing first.... Hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico...... Julliet Brooks.....

"Down" by Otep hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of cheers from the audience, simply smiling from ear to ear, and continued to walk down the ramp. Once there she claps some fans hands at ringside then runs and slides underneath the ropes, soaking up the positive reaction. After she leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing no intimidation to her upcoming opponent.

Sweeny : Hubba, hubba.

Brody : Michael, control yourself.

Sweeny : No thank you.

Ben Watson : And introducing her opponent, who has no music or entrance, what so ever.... SAMANTHA TOLSON....

She walks down the ramp, as the Motor City fans give her an icy reception. She slides into the ring and Tolson is the first to attack as she reaches out with an elbow to the face and whips her into the ropes! On the return, Brooks is doubled over with a kick to the gut from Tolson. She hits the ropes and returns with a bulldog! Tolson quickly rolls out of the ring and heads to one of the carts. She reaches in for a baking pan but Brooks is there with an elbow to the back of the head! Tolson goes down while Brooks digs into the cart, pulling out the baking pan. Tolson is up [ CLANK! ] and she goes right back down with an 'ooh' from the crowd. Brooks drops the pan and pulls Tolson back to her feet and rolls her into the ring. As Tolson tries to regain her sights, Brooks goes back to the carts and pulls out various weapons and tosses them into the ring. Trash can, broom, cooking pot, kendo sticks, chair, and a small plate of thick glass. Brooks slides back into the ring and picks up the broom. Just as Tolson gets to her feet, Julliet swings at her open back [ SNAP! ] The broom breaks across her back and Tolson yells out with another 'ooh' reaction from the crowd. Brooks tosses the broken broom pieces down and now picks up the trash can and shoves it between the middle and top turnbuckles. Julliet turns her attention back to Tolson and helps her to both feet before whipping her into the corner [ CLUNG! ] Tolson drops to a knee from the impact, leaving her open for Brooks to hit the Shining Wizard to the side of her head, allowing Brooks to hook her leg and tries for a pin.

1...!

2..- KICK OUT!

Brody : Julliet Brooks has came out of the gates on fire, but Samantha Tolson isn't out of this match this early! She still has a lot of fight in her!

Sweeny : Are you kidding me?? Brooks has been dominant in this match. It looks like Tolson has no idea what she got herself into.

Brooks gets to her feet and glares at the referee, seemingly upset that he took an entire half a second to begin the count. She gets to her feet and walks around the ring with her hands on her hips before she returns to the pile of weapons, picking up the cooking pot. Tolson gets to her feet and stumbles into a turn and right into an over hand swing with the pot from Brooks [ CLUNG! ] The fans 'ooh' once more as Tolson drops like a sack of potatoes and grabs her head. Julliet rolls out of the ring and heads back to the shopping carts, now digging in the other before pulling out a fire extinguisher! She rolls back into the ring with it but before she can set it up and pull the pin, Samantha Tolson pulls her leg out from under her, causing Brooks to fall on her back. The crowd boos at the opportunity as Brooks gets to one knee but Tolson is there with an enziguri! Samantha goes back to the pile and picks up the chair and looks at it for a moment while the fans continue to boo her. Brooks gets up, turns around and at the last moment ducks the swinging chair. Tolson turns around and walks right into a superkick from Brooks which smashes the chair against her face instead [ CRACK! ]. Tolson hits the mat hard with the approval from the fans. Brooks now rolls out of the ring and raises up the ring apron before she begins to dig underneath the ring. Seconds later, she yanks out a ladder, gaining more cheers from the crowd! She slides the ladder into the ring and follows after it. The referee gives her the space as she stands it up in the corner. With her back turned to Tolson, she is attacked from behind with a double axe handle to the back! Brooks almost hits the ladder steps face first, but turns around and puts Tolson to the mat with a roundhouse kick. Brooks grabs the steel chair and tosses it down, then goes back to Tolson. She helps her to her feet, positions her perfectly, then drops her down for a DDT onto the chair! [ CLUNK! ] Brooks goes for the cover once more as the referee slides down for the count!

1...!

2...!

3- KICK OUT!

Tolson kicks out just in the nick of time as Brooks is quick to her feet to protest to the referee. She slaps her hand three times, then points back to Tolson. The referee shakes his head no and points back down to Tolson again, telling Brooks that he's the referee not her and she only got a two count.

Sweeny : This referee clearly doesn't know how to do his job properly and that's count to three!

Brody : Well now, hold on a minute! The referee is doing a damn good job if you ask me. That was a good count and it was clear that Tolson kicked out in time and this match is not over yet!

Brooks shakes her head and breezes past the referee as Tolson is slowly getting back to her feet. Brooks puts a boot to her mid section and lifts her up, hitting Tolson with the 'Fate Crusher' and floats over and hooks the leg.

1...!!

2- KICK OUT!

The crowd cheers for Brooks as shoots a glare to the referee but decides to just let it go as she shoots to her feet and begins to climb the ladder. As she begins to get toward the top, Tolson is able to get to her feet and dives at the ladder, knocking it over which flings Brooks off and down hard onto the barricades! Brooks is left out to dry before she falls over and drops down to the outside ring mat as the fans chant for the move. Tolson goes to the ropes and hits a springboard forearm strike just as Brooks starts getting to her feet. Tolson doesn't give Julliet any time as she gets her back to her feet and smashes her face first into the ring apron before sliding her in and following after her. She picks up the fire extinguisher and lifts it over her head then tosses it down onto Brooks who barely rolls out of the way! Brooks shoots to her feet - Tolson goes for the superkick with a lighting quick leg, but Brooks in an instant grabs her leg and pulls Tolson towards her, hitting a Tilt-a-Wirl Backbreaker.

Sweeny : Julliet Brooks in complete control. I love it. And i love her.

Brody : Pathetic.

Brooks hooks the leg of Tolson, as the referee drops down for the count.

1...!!

2...!!

3- KICK OUT!!

The fans cheers deflate quickly and turn into boos as Samantha Tolson is able to kick out just in the nick of time. Julliet Brooks exits the ring, standing on the outside apron patiently waiting for Tolson who gets to her feet and turns around looking for Brooks. Who jumps onto the top rope and flies off grabbing Tolson's head and hitting the 720 DDT, planting Tolson back onto the canvas. The crowd cheer as Julliet drops down and makes the cover.

1...

2...

3!!!

Sweeny : She's done it. My love has done it.

Brody : What a match. Julliet Brooks completely dominated against Samantha Tolson. And deservedly takes the win.

Ben Watson : AND THE WINNER WITH A PINFALL VICTORY..... JULLIET BROOKS.....

The crowd cheer as Julliet celebrates in the ring, acknowledging the Motor City crowd... The referee walks over and raises her arm in victory..

Alcohol Paul : What a start to Purgatory. I know we've only got four matches, but damn...  The lights in the arena dim, as "I'm Coming Home - Part II" booms throughout the Joe Louis Arena....   "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"   Brody : What the hell is going on here?  Alcohol Paul : Maybe Mr. Jacobs hasn't paid the electrical bill this month.  Julliet Brooks stands in the ring, looking around wondering what on earth is going on. And as the music dies down and the lights flicker back on fully. She turns around and feels the warmth of a hand wrapping around her throat, lifting her high into the air, before being slammed down to the canvas.   Sweeny : NOOOOOOOO.  Brody : Holy crap! It's PRIEST! PRIEST has returned to MCW.  Walking to the ropes, Priest motions for Ben to give him his microphone. Which Ben duly hands over.   Priest : I'm home.   Priest throws the microphone back at Ben and exits the ring as the MCW fans don't know whether to boo him as he's an asshole. Or cheer him as he's MCW through and through.  Sweeny : I can't believe he done that to my love, how dare he.  Alcohol Paul : And what are you going to do about it, Michael?  Sweeny : Absolutely nothing.            Backstage (Off Camera)  Walking towards his office, Duane can be seen talking on his cell phone. As the camera zooms in, it picks up the conversation.

Duane Jacobs : What the hell was that two weeks ago? You ambushed four of our roster and took them out.

?? : Plans change, Duane. You should know that. It's all under control. You hold up your end of the deal, we'll do the rest.

Duane Jacobs : I don't know why i agreed to this. It's going to go too far.

?? : SHUT UP! Stop being such a pussy, Duane. You agreed to this, because you wanted revenge on Rayne. Like me and the others do too. But not just him. Jacob Laymon. Kirsta Lewis. They all deserve the same fate. And we will give it to them. And anymore dissenting views like that, Duane. You'll receive the same treatment as they will. Do you understand me, Mr. Jacobs?

Duane Jacobs : Clear as day, sir.

?? : Good. Now get on with your managerial duties, and keep up the pretence in MCW going.

Hanging up his cell phone, Duane stands still for a few moments wondering what to do next.

Duane Jacobs : FUCK YOU!!!

Duane screams at the top of his voice, before throwing his cell phone to the floor smashing it into a million pieces.  Ringside   Tag Team Championships - Tornado Tag Match.

Mya Denton & Jennifer Dunn vs. The Simmond Brothers.

Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, it's now time for the MCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS TO BE DETERMINED..... IN A TORNADO TAG MATCH..... INTRODUCING FIRST AND HAILING FROM CALIFORNIA..... ALREADY IN THE RING...... THE SIMMOND BROTHERS....

Brody : And here we go guys. Tag Team Championships on the line, who you got for the win?

Sweeny : I can't see anything but The Simmond Brothers winning this one.

Alcohol Paul : Have to agree with Mike there. But surprises do occur.

Ben Watson : Introducing the first of their opponents. Hailing from London, England.... Jennifer Dunn.....

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin erupts through the speakers as Jennifer walks out with her hair open wearing her wrestling attire which is a black top, black bottoms, and black sneakers. Jennifer poses for the crowd then makes her way into the ring, walking to her corner as she looks at her opponent with a confident look with a slight smirk on her face.

Ben Watson : And her partner... Hailing from Chicago.... MYA DENTON.....

"I am the Fire" by Halestorm cues up as Mya walks out before either walking or skipping(mostly skipping) down to the ring. When she gets to the ring she steps inside after wiping her feet on the apron and then sitting on the middle rope.

Brody : Mya and Jennifer look ready for this.

Sweeny : So too do the Simmond Brothers.

Alcohol Paul : This could be an interesting match.

Sweeny : I doubt that.

All four standing in the ring and Mya wastes no time and drills Jackson with a knee to the gut, and launches him into the ropes as Matt continues to force Jennifer into a fist fight, which he's getting the upper hand. Mya drops to the mat, letting Jackson run over her and right into his brother, he in turn tumbles into Camino, then all three hit the mat. Mya is already up and springing off the middle rope, and she lands a perfect splash onto Jackson. She attempts to follow up, but a quick shot to the head from Matthew stifles that. He gets to his feet, but Jennifer hops on his back and Matthew goes flat to the mat. Jennifer wraps her legs around his waist and applies a sleeper. She squeezes the sleeper maneuver tightly, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around his wrist to keep the pressure. Matt shouts trying to keep himself awake, as he tries to lift himself up off the mat, with Jennifer still on his back. Jackson is fairing a little better, he blocks a running neck-breaker and turns it into a DDT for his side. With Mya down for the moment, he runs over and boots Dunn in the head, forcing her to release her hold. Matt gets to his feet in time to clothesline Mya out of another charge. Jackson hits a running forearm strike on Dunn as she gets to her feet.

Brody : Neither team willing to give an inch here.

Sweeny : I'm sure the guys wouldn't mind giving them an inch or two, i know i would.

Alcohol Paul : Considering that's all you've got, i think they'll be left a little deflated, Mike.

The shot knocks Dunn into the corner, without any hesitation, Jackson runs to the second turnbuckle and drops her with a swinging neck-breaker. Matthew has Mya tied up in the ropes, delivering a series of LARGE knife-edge chops. With a quick two step he delivers one last HUGE chop to an overwhelming "OHHHHHHHH!" from the crowd. Jackson and Matthew look at one another and give the crowd and cameras a quick wink, each throwing an arm up in the air. And as they do, the fans boo them and their arrogance.

Brody : Celebrating too early, that could come back to haunt them.

Sweeny : I don't think so, Brody. Not tonight.

The men switch opponents, Matthew stomping over to help up the recovering Dunn, Jackson delivers a couple of shots to Mya. Matthew sends Dunn into the ropes, but she dives under his legs, rolling back to a standing position as he leans all the way over to look between his legs instead of behind him. If he did look behind he wouldn't have gotten a standing drop-kick to the rear-end. Matthew is flipped over onto his back. Jackson tosses Mya to the ropes, unaware of the situation behind him. He catches Mya and tosses her up in the air, she twists himself and hits a hurricanrana on him! Dunn and Denton both throw up and arm, and they receive a pop of their own!

Brody : And now the ladies get a chance to celebrate.

Sweeny : That's a bit premature.

Brody : You didn't see that when the Simmonds did it?

Sweeny : Because they're going to win this, that's why.

Alcohol Paul : Shut up, Michael.

Sweeny may have a point. As Mya and Dunn turn to find a waiting Jackson and Matthews. The two smile at Dunn and Denton before unleashing a few hard rights onto them. That good old fashioned brawling comes in very handy as they deliver shot after shot to their opponents. Matthew fights Dunn to a corner, with seemingly no other option, she gouges his eye. What immediately follows is nothing less than spectacular, as Dunn hits the big man with an uppercut rocking him on his feet, followed by a spear to his mid-section as Matt Simmonds hits the mat.

Brody : Wow. Who knew Jennifer Dunn had that in her.

Sweeny : I know what she's had in her.

Brody : Sweeny, no, just no.

Sweeny : That's what she was saying too.

Alcohol Paul : One more word and i will knock you out.

Dunn grabs Matthews leg as the ref slides in. Jackson is forced to leave Mya in the corner to just barely break up the three-count. While his brother recovers Jackson lays into Dunn. As Matthew gets to a knee he's hit with a missile drop-kick by Denton. She then runs back to the ropes using the top rope as a springboard, she attempts to hit Jackson with a crossbody. However, he manages to step out of the way in the nick of time! Dunn is hit with the crossbody by her own partner! Matthew gets up and grabs Denton and rolls her up, but she kicks out at two.

Brody : Dunn & Denton are showing a lot of heart and guts out there tonight.

Sweeny : And cleavage. Love the cleavage.

Jackson drops an elbow square onto Dunn's chest. Mya attempts to get a shot in, but Matthew spins her around and hits her with a hard headbutt. She drops to the mat, as Matthew gives her a quick couple of boots as Jackson picks Dunn up off the mat. As Mya recovers to a waiting Matthew Simmonds, Jackson hits Dunn with a superkick right to her chin. Denton rolls out of the ring as Jackson rolls up Dunn, but she manages to kicks out at two and a half. Matthew consults with Jackson for a moment, then climbs over the ropes, following Mya out of the ring. Jackson helps Dunn up with authority. Outside the ring, Mya charges Matthew. With a hop, Mya's legs are around Matthews neck, she tries HARD to flip him onto the floor, but she can't get him over... He leans back, not letting her. Denton realizes this a second too late. Matthew has slapped her onto the floor with a powerbomb!

Sweeny : What a stupid move, he's too big for her.

Brody : Size doesn't always matter, Mike.

Sweeny : You should know more than anyone.

Jackson isn't fairing too well as Dunn catches him with an inverted atomic drop as the camera cuts to them. Jackson holds his manhood, wincing in pain until he's put to the mat with a standing clothesline. Dunn goes to the ropes and comes back with a BIG splash! She rolls off Jackson and goes to the nearest corner, mounting the turnbuckles. Dunn positions herself onto the top rope as Matthew climbs the apron... And simply shoves her off! Dunn falls onto her back and Matthew steps over the top rope into the ring. Seemingly out of nowhere, Mya slides on in from the other side. Her first move is to hit the recovering Jackson with The Demented! With Jackson down, she charges Matthew... It's the second time she'd make that mistake tonight as a waiting Matthew hits her with a sidewalk slam! He grabs a leg and the ref counts, but Dunn breaks it up, if only just barely!

Sweeny : The Simmond Brothers almost had it there.

Brody : Almost, but these girls don't know when to give up.

Dunn brings down a standing axe handle after standing axe handle, not letting Matthew get back to his feet. It seems like a decent strategy, seeing as both their partners seem down for the moment. She stays on Matthew, pounding him all over the ring. He's fighting up however, slowly but surely he gets to his feet. When he does, he blocks a punch from Dunn and delivers a hard right of his own. This process is repeated several times, which leads to Matthew delivering a solid combination of shots. He has Dunn staggered when he stops, then BLASTS Dunn with a elbow. This time, he goes to his partner. Matthew helps Jackson back up to his feet, allowing him to shake the cobwebs out.

Sweeny : Come on boys, finish them off. They can't hold out much longer, can they?

Brody : I'm hoping so.

Dunn is recovering, and Jackson helps her up as he gives a couple instructions to his brother. Matthew walks over to Mya and nudges her from the ring. After three quick right hands, control of Dunn is relinquished to Matthew as Jackson goes to the nearest corner. The crowd is whipped into a frenzy as he begins to climb to the top.

Sweeny : Oh dear! High risk move here.

Matthews hefts Dunn onto his shoulders like a child at the fair. Jackson positioned himself on the top rope as Matthew turned his and Dunn's backs to him. Jackson jumps off the top rope, catching Dunn's head, performing a Bulldog off his brothers shoulders! Jennifer Dunn is out cold...

Alcohol Paul : Whoa. What a team move that was.

Jackson grabs her leg, as the ref slides in. Denton desperately tries to get into break it up, but she's caught by Matthew with a big boot. As Denton hits the canvas.

1.....

2......

3..........

Sweeny : And the debutants win Tag Team Gold on their debuts. Impressive.

Alcohol Paul : Bodes well for the tag team division.

Brody : Luckily for them, there's no boozehounds anymore.

Alcohol Paul : Damn true that is, Steven.

Ben Watson : THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH AND NEEEEEEEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...... MATTHEW AND JACKSON SIMMONDS....

As their music hits, the referee hands them a Championship each as they mount a corner turnbuckle and raise the titles into the air in celebration as the fans intensely boo them..   Ringside  Motor City Championship - TLC.

Kirsta Lewis vs. Jacob Laymon vs. Jessica Jones

Brody : We've had two very good matches so far, two remaining.

Sweeny : Indeed we have. New Tag Team Champions, in the shape of The Simmond Brothers. Two nasty fuckers they are.

Alcohol Paul : And seeing Julliet Brooks easily dispatch of Samantha Tolson was a pleasure. Two very talented individuals, shame Tolson didn't bring her 'A' game.

Sweeny : She didn't bring anything. Not even a 'Z' game. If that's talented, then fuck me. What do you classify as garbage.

Alcohol Paul : Two words! Mike Sweeny.

Brody : Ouch! Burned much, Mike.

Sweeny : Shut up, both of you.

Alcohol Paul : This match is one everyone's been looking forward too.

Brody : Kirsta Lewis.

Sweeny : Jessica Jones.

Alcohol Paul : Jacob Laymon.

Brody : TLC match.

Sweeny : For the MCW Motor City Championship.

Alcohol Paul : A proud and prestigious championship, held by many fantastic individuals.

Sweeny : I don't see your name in that list, Paul.

Alcohol Paul : No. You'll find it in the World Championship list.

Brody : I'll get you some more water, Mike.

Sweeny : I QUIT!!!

Brody : Nice one, Paul.

Alcohol Paul : My pleasure.

Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen. I'm pleased to announce that up next is a TRIPLE THREAT. TABLES. LADDERS AND CHAIRS match for the MCW Motor City Championship.

As "I GET OFF" By Halestorm 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.

Ben Watson : Introducing first, hailing from Ft. Lauderdale. THE HELLCAT.... KIRSTA LEWIS........

“…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.)

Ben Watson : Introducing the second competitor for this match. And weighing in at 115lbs... JESSICA 'THE ARCHANGEL' JONES...

The arena goes dark, and a green light strobes in the entrance way as 'Feel Invincible kicks in, and the man himself appears on the stage. As the lights to the arena come back on, Jacob lifts his hands and applauds the fans, before making his way down the ramp and to the ring. At the ring he pauses, before walking around to the ring steps and climbing them, bending through the ropes and into the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring with his arms aloft, pyro explodes from the turnbuckles, as his music fades.

Ben Watson : And introducing the final competitor to compete... Hailing from NEW YORK.... JACOB 'BALD EAGLE' LAYMON....

Jacob looks at Watson, who cuts a sheepish look and backtracks to his seat.

Sweeny : Oh dear. I think that was a slip of the tongue there.

Brody : Sounded like it.

Alcohol Paul : Let's hope Jacob finds the funny side of it. I did.

A quick glance around the ring area would reveal multiple tables, ladders and chairs all around. Towards the entrance way three tables sat piled one on top of the other. Other tables lay, some set up, other not all around the ring. At each of the four corners sat a twenty foot ladder, along with smaller fifteen foot ladders, one on either side of the ring. In total, not including those being sat on, there were eight steel chairs. The Motor City Championship hangs 25 feet above the combatants. And before the referee can ring the bell, Kirsta immediately flies at Jacob, landing a right hook, and another, and another one. She hits a karate kick to the upper leg of Jacob, and kicks him again, trying to get him down to one knee. Standing there, Jessica shrugs her shoulders and decides to back into a corner and wait for the two to destroy each other, as the referee finally gets the bell to be rung.

Sweeny : Finally the match is actually under way.

Alcohol Paul : And these two have a lot of issues to iron out, don't they?

Brody : They do. And Jessica doing the sensible thing and letting them fight.

Sweeny : So she can swoop in and pick the pieces.

Alcohol Paul : A good strategy if you ask me.

Sweeny : Well, we didn't.

Jessica sits on top of the turnbuckle and watches the events unfold, as Kirsta goes for another kick, but Jacob blocks her. Grabbing her leg, he pushes her away. As she backs up, Jacob springs to his feet and hits a clothesline that almost beheads her in the process.

Brody : Ouch!

Jacob doesn't see Jessica, and decides to turn around and sees Jones flying through the air putting Jacob on the canvas with a huge Asai DDT. Jessica doesn't waste any time and jumps and drops a knee across his forehead, but as she stands she's drilled to the canvas with a huge spear from Kirsta. She doesn't relent and grabs Jessica and pulls her to her feet, grabbing the back of her head she drills her right into the top turnbuckle a few times. She then pulls her back and throws her over the top rope to the outside. Satisfied with that, she turns around and goes for Jacob Laymon, but he's already up and about and connects with a big boot to the face and the momentum sends her out over the top rope and besides Jessica.

Alcohol Paul : It's been a great start. I love these matches. Entertaining stuff.

Brody : And Jacob is standing tall over them at the moment.

Sweeny : For how long. He couldn't get the job done for the past two shows. Doubts must be creeping into him now.

Brody : Even the best lose, don't they Paul.

Alcohol Paul : That's true.

Jacob exits the ring and grabs Jessica and pulls her to her feet, before irish whipping her into the spanish announce table, her back smashing against the front. He follows it up with a roundhouse kick to the side of her head, taking her out for the time being. He turns around and Kirsta is up and runs along the apron, spring-boarding herself onto Jacob, but he catches her and instantly powerbombs Kirsta right through one of the tables that are situated at ringside.

Alcohol Paul : Holy shit!

Brody : What a move.

Sweeny : I think Jacob just broke Kirsta in half.

Brody : He doesn't look like he's got any doubts about himself.

With Kirsta sprawled out amongst the splinters, and Jessica holding her back in agony, Jacob looks underneath the ring and pulls out a huge 25 foot ladder and throws it into the ring and follows in it afterwards. He begins setting it up as Jessica see's what he's doing and manages to pull herself to her feet and runs into the ring, running and jumping up on to the now erect ladder which Jacob is climbing. They both race one another up the rungs, reaching the top. Jacob goes to grab the title, but Jessica unleashes a volley of right handers, rocking the bigger man back. She hits him in the sternum and as he bends down in pain, she grabs his head and slams it down onto the steel of the ladder.

Sweeny : Jones is winning this altercation right now.

They're both languishing dangerously close to the edge, as the ladder begins to wobble. Jessica grabs Jacob's head and flies off the ladder hitting a swinging neck-breaker as the both of them crash down to the canvas, from 30 feet up, as the ladder tumbles on-top of them.

"HOLY SHIT" chant reverberates around Joe Louis Arena, as Jessica, Jacob and Kirsta are all down and out and so early on in the match.

Brody : OH... MY.... GOD!!!

Alcohol Paul : That was some move by Jessica. Very risky, but she's a Jones after all.

Sweeny : All three are completely out of it.

Kirsta stirs amongst the rubble of the table, as Jessica crawls over into the corner and sits herself upright and looks over to see Jacob, pulling himself up to his feet and leaning on the ropes. Jessica gets to her feet and rolls out the ring, pushing two tables into the ring, and throws in another steel chair. Kirsta drags herself up and into the ring, as Jacob begins to balance himself without the ropes with his back turned. Jones sets up one of the tables, before placing the other one in the corner. She readies the steel chair and begins yelling for Jacob to get to turnaround. As he does, Jones slams the steel right across his forehead. Jacob drops to a knee, Jessica comes from behind Laymon and places the feet of the chair on his throat and slams the tip of the chair down on the mat! The fans gasp as Jacob holds his throat, grasping for air.

Sweeny : Wow, that was something nasty.

Alcohol Paul : I think this match has unleashed Jessica's nasty streak.

Brody : Think you might be right, Paul. First that high risk move from the top of the ladder, now that nasty looking chair shot to the throat.

Alcohol Paul : She's determined to get that belt, no matter what. I like it.

Sweeny : Me too.

Jones knocks Jacob down to the canvas with a hard right hand, before re-equipping herself with the steel chair and going crazy with chair shot after chair shot on Jacob! Kirsta sneaks up behind Jessica and hooks her in a full nelson bomb and connect as Jessica rolls away in pain. She then turns her focus back on Jacob, dropping a pair of quick elbows, before going for the ladder. She picks the ladder up and drives it right into Laymon’s gut, dropping him to his knees…then into his face, taking him down completely! She sets the ladder up directly beneath the Championship. She catches Jessica slowly getting back to her feet and hurries up the ladder, scrambling for the belt but Jessica stops her halfway up, grabbing Kirsta by the leg. She kicks at Jessica, but is pulled off the ladder and into an inverted atomic drop! Kirsta staggers around as Jessica grabs her and hits a quick head-butt, dropping her to a knee. Jones breaks wide and bounces off the ropes, looking for the 'Our Lady Of Sorrows' but she’s caught off-guard by Laymon with a sudden clothesline. Still holding his face, Jacob proceeds to stomp away on Jessica and is soon joined by Kirsta as the duo surprisingly combine forces and focus on the Archangel.

Sweeny : Am i seeing that? Really? That just tried to kill one another not too long ago.

Brody : Bodes well for the future, i guess.

Sweeny : Like fuck, does it.

They pull Jessica to her feet and take turns with right hands, knocking her back and forth. The crowd is yelling, trying to get Jessica back into the fight and she does as she lashes out with a right hand to Kirsta. Laymon steps in, volleying Jessica back over, but she blocks a shot from him and staggers Kirsta with another shot. She follows with a right hand to Jacob, then back to Kirsta, then to Jacob again as she begins to build momentum. A hard shot floors Kirsta, then a back elbow drops Jacob. However Kirsta is right back up, then right back down from another right hand.

Brody : Jessica is fighting Kirsta and Laymon all on her own. Respect.

Alcohol Paul : She's a Jones. Got to respect that family tradition.

Jessica hits a hard right onto Jacob, but he responds with one of his own, and then another and unleashes a flurry of hard rights, all of which rock her on her feet. Jacob backs up and clothesline Jessica over the top rope, sending her crashing into the security barricade. Unbeknown to him, Kirsta is up and balancing on the top turnbuckle waiting for Jacob to turn around. He takes a moment and turns to find her, and as he does Kirsta flies of the top and hits a flying splash putting both onto the canvas. Kirsta grabs the ladder that's in the ring and sets it up over Jacob's throat, and begins to climb. Jacob squirms underneath and tries his best to push it over, but to no avail. But as Kirsta ascends the ladder begins to wobble as Jessica is standing by it's side and pushes it. Kirsta screams out as the ladder topples, bounces and leans against the ropes, but Kirsta flies off out the ring and through another table that was set up at ringside.

Sweeny : AGAIN!

Brody : Kirsta's in a world of trouble here. That's the second table she's gone through.

Alcohol Paul : She must like tables.

Jessica shoving the ladder over allowed Jacob to free himself and gets to his feet. She attempts a scissors kick, but he blocks it and grabs her leg, before moving in and lifting her up of the canvas with one hand, before power slamming her to the canvas. Jacob bends down and picks Jessica back up and wraps his arms around her waist and hits a gut-wrench suplex right on-top of the downed ladder, causing Jessica to arch her back in pain. Jacob doesn't waste any time and kips up to his feet and runs at the ropes, bouncing of them and comes thundering back, jumping into the air and hits a leg drop, but Jones rolls off the ladder and Jacob can only connect with the cold, hard steel of the ladder as he rolls around holding the back of his leg.

Alcohol Paul : I'm loving this. Three great individuals giving it their all.

Brody : And look at them. All of them looked destroyed.

Sweeny : TLC matches do that to you.

Alcohol Paul : And how would you know, Mike? Been in one?

Sweeny : ...........

Alcohol Paul : Yeah. That's what i thought.

Kirsta is doing her best to shift herself out of the rubble, as Jessica crawls to the ropes and uses them for leverage to pull herself up. And she pulls herself up, she turns around and is met by a clothesline from Jacob sending her over the top rope, followed by Jacob himself as the momentum carries him through. Both hit the concrete hard and close to a now kneeling Kirsta Lewis.

Brody : These guys are putting their bodies on the line for this company. For this Championship.

Alcohol Paul : Passion, Brody. Passion.

She sees a chair by the apron and gets to her feet and walks over grabbing it. With a devilish grin etched all over her face, she unleashes a flurry of chair shots to the back of Laymon and Jones, both desperately trying to get away, as Kirsta relents. She slides a couple of tables into the ring and follows them in, setting & placing them in opposite corners of one another. She pulls the ladder upright and steadies it, before rolling Jessica into the ring first, and does the same with Jacob. Dragging Jacob to one of the corners, she pulls him up and lays him out onto the table. Grabbing Jessica she drags her up the ladder, rung by rung.

Sweeny : What is Kirsta planning?

Alcohol Paul : I don't know. But whatever it is, i can see it's going to hurt.

Kirsta gets to the top of the ladder, balances herself with Jessica a couple of rungs down. Placing Jones head between her legs, she wraps her arms around Jessica's waist and lifts her legs so her body is straight and jumps off the ladder. Falling 25 feet, Kirsta piledrives Jessica right onto Jacob, the impact smashing him into the table, as all three of them lay in the corner, beaten and broken as once again the fans chant "HOLY SHIT".

Brody : OH....MY.....GOD....

Alcohol Paul : Holy shit! That was awesome.

Sweeny : Think i've just wet myself with excitement. That was off the chain.

Jacob's down and he's not moving. The fans in the arena are already in the middle of 'Holy Shit' chants and this match has taken an instant turn for the worse. Kirsta struggles to find the ropes to slowly drag herself back onto her feet. She looks up at the top of the ladder, then down at Jacob and Jessica in almost disbelief. EMTs have come out from the back and head for the ring, moving to check on their conditions. Kirsta starts up the ladder but is stopped in her tracks, as the four masked attackers from two weeks ago swarm the ring. One climbs the ladder after Kirsta and places his head between her legs and jumps off the ladder as they're only a few rungs up and holds Kirsta and as soon as he touches the floor, he powerbombs her to the canvas. The fans in the front row are extremely vocal as one of the masked men goes under the ring to look for something. Seconds later, he emerges with a lengthy rope with a noose at the end. He holds the noose up, drawing heat from the crowd before he rolls back into the ring. The crowd continues to boo as he undoes the turnbuckle pad then ties the end of the rope around the top turnbuckle in the corner. He grabs Kirsta, dragging her up and into the corner and puts the noose end around her neck. He forces her head back and gets in close and yells 'I want you to watch! I want you to witness yours and Laymon's demise' Kirsta gasps, but the masked attacker tries to lift her over the rope, looking to hang her from the top rope! The crowd is on their feet as she tries to fight the men off, but it's Jacob who breaks it up as he hobbles to the corner and attacks the attacker from behind. Jacob throws a hard right at the man's head and face, anything to just hurt the man, but he shoots an elbow to Jacob's ribs, then follows it with a kick to the injured leg, dropping Jacob to a knee. He turns back to Kirsta but this time Jessica jumps on him, this time going for a dragon sleeper. The man struggles to free himself, but the hold is locked in tightly and Jessica isn't about to let go. But as she applies the pressure, the other three men intervene and reign down kick upon kicks as Kirsta is hanging by the noose still.

Brody : No... No... No... This needs to stop, not this way.

Sweeny : Doesn't look their paying you much heed, Brody.

Jacob gets to his feet and tries to help Jessica and fight the attackers, but the numbers and the drain of the match have taken their toll and they overpower him. The fans see Rayne sprint down the ramp and slide into the ring, avoiding all the obstacles along the way and runs over to Kirsta and frees her from her leash. He makes sure she's ok, giving him the nod as he walks over and grabs a steel chair and with their backs to him, he readies himself.

Alcohol Paul : Rayne's helping these three out.

Sweeny : Who would've thought that.

Alcohol Paul : The enemy of my enemy, is my friend.

Sweeny : Who cares.

Kirsta quickly slides to the outside and grabs a chair herself, before entering back into the ring. He nods at Kirsta, she nods back and they smile. Rayne slams the chair onto the back of one attacker, as Kirsta slams her chair onto another's back as they drop to their knees. Kirsta and Rayne continue with shots to the their back and back of their heads. The other two slither out of the ring, grabbing the other two's hands and pulls them out and away from a raging Rayne and Kirsta.

Sweeny : Rayne and Kirsta combine.

Brody : Who would've thought that.

Alcohol Paul : They had no choice but to do so.

The four scurry out over the barricade and through the fans, as Rayne drops the chair and slides out the ring, satisfied he's done his part to help. Kirsta sees him go and turns to give him an appreciative nod, and turns around right into a chair shot from Jacob Laymon who uses the chair Rayne dropped to his advantage. He turns around and slams the chair against the head of Jessica, before slamming it across her back a few times. Dropping the chair, he grabs Jessica and hooks in the 'Lesson in Leadership' as Jessica desperately tries to free herself, to no avail. After a few seconds, Jessica can no longer bare the pain and begins tapping frantically, but Jacob keeps the manoeuvre locked in knowing he won't get disqualified.

Brody : Laymon using the attackers distraction to his advantage. And now he's choking the life out of Jessica.

Sweeny : And after all the nice things he said about her too. What bollocks the man speaks.

Alcohol Paul : With this title on the line, Jacob will do whatever it takes to win. He's not cheating, he's using the stipulations and situation to his advantage.

Sweeny : I bet he's in cahoots with these 'masked men'.

Alcohol Paul : Who knows. Only time will tell. But until that time, i'm going to believe that he's had no idea who's behind all of this.

Jacob tightens the hold as Jessica's body goes limp, as he sucks the breath out of her. Finally he releases the choke hold, as she slumps to the canvas. Jacob turns his attentions to Kirsta who is struggling to get back to her feet, but Laymon helps her with that and lifts her up and places her on top of the corner turnbuckle. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and wraps his hand around her throat and lifts her off her ass. Steadying himself on the turnbuckle, Jacob extends his arm and throws Kirsta to the concrete below with "Godiva's Kiss".

Alcohol Paul : And that's how you win a Table, Ladders & Chairs match guys.

Sweeny : He hasn't won it yet. Please someone stop him. Please.

Jacob looks down at Kirsta as she lays motionless, before turning to look at Jessica as also lays motionless. A sly smile creeps across his face as he walks over and sets the ladder up right, taking one last look at the scene before him and begins climbing the rungs. One by one, he inches closer and closer until he gets to the final rung and the top of the ladder. Standing straight he reaches up and grabs ahold of the Motor City Championship and begins pulling on it, and eventually he unstraps it from the ring as the bell rings.

Brody : He's done it! He's done it! Jacob Laymon is the new MCW Motor City Champion.

Sweeny : Great!

Alcohol Paul : Another notch on his achievement list. He's still got it.

Ben Watson : THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH.... AND A NEEEEW MOTOR CITY CHAMPION.... JACOB.....LAYMON....

Slowly but surely Jacob drags himself down the ladder and the referee meets him and raises his arm in victory as the crowd here don't know what to make of it. Half cheering, half booing.

Brody : The crowd not liking this. Jacob Laymon is the only one to benefit from the Masked Men attacks.

Sweeny : I smell a huge stitch up here.

Alcohol Paul : And Rayne looked on as Jacob used it to his advantage.

Brody : Maybe they're both in on it?

Lifting the Motor City Championship over his shoulder, Jacob see's Jessica and Kirsta stirring as he exits the ring, crowd still not to sure what to make of it all. Walking up the ramp, Laymon turns back around and lifts the championship high above his head, as a few more fans join in chanting his name.

Backstage

Aubrianna : Ladies and gentlemen, I am Aubrianna Powers and I am THE VERY BEST, I am THE ABSOLUTE BEST, I am THE SEXIEST OF THEM ALL, I am AWESOME, and quite simply put, I am WRESTLING ROYALTY! I am a member of the Powers wrestling family. My brother Steve is a former GCW and GDW World Champion. He is a member of both the GCW and GDW Halls of Fame. He wrestles alongside my brother Derek in GCW.

(She points at the camera.)

Aubrianna : And now you losers get the distinct honor and privilege of sharing the same company with the GREATEST POWERS OF THEM ALL……..ME!

(She chuckles.)

Aubrianna : The Powers family has a grand history attached to it, a very rich history. When my brother first started his wrestling career in GCW, he dominated by founding a group of like-minded individuals who were after the same thing…power, influence, and control of the company. Those like-minded individuals, led by my brother Steve, dominated companies wherever they went.

(She pats herself on the chest.)

Aubrianna : That legacy is now mine to do with it as I see fit. And with my good friend…

(Melanie McBride steps into view next to Aubrianna.)

Aubrianna : …Melanie McBride, I can honestly say that we are the few…

Melanie : …the evolved…

Aubrianna : …THE VERY BEST…

Aubrianna & Melanie : …THE ELITE!

"Sorry to break it you darling, the only thing Elite at, is sucking dick. I'll let you know for definite later."

A smirking Jackson Simmonds with Matthew standing behind him, Tag Team Championships draped over their shoulders.

Aubrianna : Is that so? I bet you two have had a lot of practice in sucking dick, both of you look like little bitches.

The smirk evaporates from Jackson's face, as Melanie and Aubrianna get themselves in a fighting stance, ready for whatever The Simmonds throw at them.

Jackson : Not bad, not bad. Most whores like you, just do the sucking and don't talk back. Guess we'll have to beat that into you, like we did those against Jennifer and Mya.

Melanie : Deal! But don't confuse us with those two, talentless hacks. You got an easy ride tonight. When you face us, you won't get off so lightly.

Jackson : You do realise the amount of innuendos you used, right?

Aubrianna : We don't care. You two overgrown testicle licking idiots, need to back up and get away from us. NOW!!!

Jackson laughs and backs off.

Jackson : Alright little lady, don't get ya knickers in a twist.

Jackson and his brother walk off, as Aubrianna and Melanie look on in disgust at them.  Backstage   A fuming Kirsta Lewis stomps her way to Laymon's locker room, she doesn't even bother knocking and kicks the door open as Jacob stands there tired with the newly won Motor City Championship.  Kirsta : What the fuck was that, Jacob?  Laymon : What are you on about, Kirsta? Can't you just take a loss and move on with it.  Kirsta : I can and i will. But after you seemingly benefited from those attacks out there, makes me wonder which side of the fence you're on.   Laymon : I don't need to explain myself, Kirsta. End of the day i've been attacked too, not just you and Rayne. And granted you and Jessica got the brunt of it this evening, but that's hardly my fault is it.  Kirsta : I hope for your sake, you're not involved in all of this. Because if you are Jacob, me and Rayne will put you in the retirement a few decades early.  Laymon : So you're going to buy into what Rayne said and stand side by side with him, against these fools?    Kirsta : After tonight, i am. Yes.   Kirsta turns her back on Jacob and begins to leave his room.  Kirsta : And Jacob, i hope for your sake. You're with us, not against us.   With those final words, she leaves Jacob alone as he stands there smiling.   Laymon : More idle threats. When will she learn.      Ringside World Heavyweight Championship Trinity Street vs. Rayne Young Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for our MAIN EVENT THIS EVENING.

Alcohol Paul : I better get to work!

Ben Watson : In a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH FOR THE MCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.. ARE YOU READY MCW??

*A huge chorus of YES enamates from the crowd.*

Ben Watson : MCW, i said ARE.... YOU..... READDDDY???

*This time the arena erupts giving Ben the response he craved.*

Ben Watson : That's better... Introducing first from Kensington, England..... TRINITY STREET!!!

The chimes of "Awake & Alive" by Skillet play as the arena goes dark, the video plays of a candle flickering when suddenly as the chorus plays the candle is blown out.....

The light spotlights around the arena as Trinity comes out from the back wearing all gold and black with a hooded jacket and her bell-bottomed tights. She is accompanied by her bodyguard, Mr. Ginn in a suit and no tie following behind.

She makes her way to the ring slowly looking around arrogantly at the crowd almost in disgust but focused the no matter what. The veteran stops for a moment and brushes her hair back when she removes the hood of her jacket. Looking back at her security who nods as the Matriarch of Monarchy makes their way to the apron as the crowd continues to boo....

Trinity pays no attention to them as she continues to walk to the ring turning around on occasion and looking at the crowd, stopping and looking around with her baby brown eyes. She hops on the apron and perches herself looking around and into the ring with the ropes held open by Mr. Ginn...

She slowly steps in the ring going to the turnbuckle, looks at the crowd as they continue to boo her......

Trinity then looks up to the rafters and closes her eyes, extending her arms and soaking up the reaction of the fans while the music continues to play...

Suddenly a rain of fireworks comes down behind her to the ring as the fans boo more as she screams "This Ring is My Throne!" looking around so intense with a scowl on her face....

She gets down and leans against the corner, looks over at the crowd arrogantly as Mr. Ginn goes to her corner outside after taking her jacket. Trinity has a few words to the referee while awaiting for the start of the match against her opponent….

Ben Watson : And her opponent... Hailing from Maidenhead, England.... MCW HALL OF FAMER.... RAYNE YOUNG.....

The lights dim as a women's voice starts talking.

"Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die."

Standing at the top of the ramp, eyes closed. Rayne Young smirks.

"I want it, I'm comin' to get it
So you son of a bitches don't duck you’re gonna get Riddick Bowe’d
Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked
And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone
And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving
Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that
Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause.£

Opening his eyes slowly, he gazes around the MCW crowd, smiling from ear to ear. He begins slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring.

"They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay
They just grow wings and they fly
So, hands up, reach for the sky
Try to hold and prolong these moments
Cause in a blink of an eye
They'll be over."

Entering the ring, he mouths to the fans "I'M THE KING" before climbing the turnbuckle, raising his arms as he looks into the crowd.

"If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous
Comeback as if I went away
But detractors just say so much for the Renegade
Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
They so want a champion to fall
It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?
So fuck what these cynics say
(It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall
And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta
With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office
On the floor stacked against the door
Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?
Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
And I'm not gonna be.

KINGS NEVER DIE!!!"

His music begins to die down as the crowd actually begin cheering for him.

Sweeny : Am i hearing this right?

Brody : What's that?

Sweeny : Rayne's being cheered on by this crowd, it's unreal.

Alcohol Paul calls Rayne and Trinity to the centre of the ring and explains the rules, Rayne doesn't take his eyes of Trinity, as she does the same. Paul asks for both competitors to back off, as he turns around and lifts the MCW World Heavyweight Championship in the air, and calls for the bell to be rung.

*DING. DING*

Sweeny : Here we go. We'll be crowning a new World Champion very soon.

Brody : And i've got a good feeling that Rayne is going to walk away with his fourth title reign in tow.

Sweeny : Wishful thinking, Steven.

Soon as the bells rung, both Rayne and Trinity fly at one another and begin trading left and rights onto one another. It doesn't take long, but Rayne finally overpowers her and begins rocking her with every right hander he connects with. Grabbing her arm, he fires off Trinity into the ropes. She hits them and comes bounding back at pace, she jumps attempting a cross-body dive onto him. But Rayne simply catches her and stands there for a few seconds, grinning as Trinity tries to wriggle herself out, but Rayne shifts her onto his shoulder and runs and hits her with a pump-handle slam, sending her crashing to the canvas, arching her back in pain.

Brody : Rayne's in early control here, Mike. I know he won't be able to keep this up for the entirety of the match. But he's going to give it all and leave everything in the ring.

Sweeny : That's not all he can keep up, if you know what i mean.

Brody : Christ, Mike. Do you need to make everything sexual?

Sweeny : Well!!

Brody : Don't answer that actually, and carry on calling the match.

Grabbing a handful of hair, in turn forcing her to a knee, then to her feet. Rayne drills a knee into her sternum, causing her to bend over and Rayne sends her face first back to the canvas with an Evenflow DDT.

Brody : Rayne nailed Trinity with a huge DDT.

Sweeny : Yeah, he nailed her gooooood.

Brody : Oh my god!

With Trinity on her back, he senses an ample opportunity and runs at the ropes, hitting the middle and flips himself into the air and connecting with a perfectly executed Asai Moonsault. Trinity rolls around holding her mid-section, as Rayne drops an elbow across her chest, before kipping back up to his feet, dropping a huge leg drop back across her chest in the process.

Brody : Rayne's got a fire in his belly like i've never seen him have before.

Sweeny : We all know this match means so much to him.

Sliding out the ring, Rayne looks at Paul who's asking him to forget about what he's going to do and get back in the ring instead, but Rayne smiles and shakes his head. He begins walking over to the commentary table and pushes one of the Spanish announcers of his chair, folding it up and heading back towards the ring. But he stops, turns and walks back over to the barricade and begins talking to a few fans.

Sweeny : What the hell is he doing? He's got a World Title match going on.

Brody : I've got an idea.

Mr. Ginn begins to try and creep up on Rayne, who turns around as Mr. Ginn is close enough now and smiles broadly before smashing the steel chair into the forehead of Mr. Ginn, putting him onto the floor much to the delight of the sold out crowd. Rayne walks over and looks down at him, before unleashing a flurry of chair shots onto his body and head. Hearing some commotion from the crowd, he turns around and see's Trinity running towards the ropes and hits a suicide dive right onto Rayne, sending both of them crashing into the security barricade.

Brody : What a move. Trinity really pulled out the stops with that one.

Sweeny : My word, she did. She's a woman of many talents.

Trinity is up first and she pulls herself up, with the help of the barricade. As she gets to her feet, Rayne starts to stir but she drives a knee into his face, before pulling him back up to his feet. Grabbing his arm, she irish whips him head first into the steel corner post. She quickly scurries over to Mr. Ginn and rummages in his pockets, before finally finding what she was looking for. Brass Knuckles. She puts them on her hand and as Rayne turns around, still dithering due to steel post to the head, he's taken off his feet and hits the concrete floor with a hard shot from those Brass Knuckles. Trinity slides into the ring, gathering her bearings as Paul looks out onto Rayne and begins the first count.

1....

2....

Brody : What a cheap shot from Trinity. This match could turn out very ugly.

Sweeny : With you at ringside, it already has.

Brody : Fuck you, Michael.

Sweeny : Yeah, you'd like to.

5....

6...

7....

Rayne shakes the brass knuckle shot to the face out of his system as he pulls himself up to his feet, with the help of the ring apron forcing Alcohol Paul to halt the count. Trinity runs at the ropes and bounces off them, before hurtling back towards Rayne at speed, as she baseball slides him right into the face sending him right back into the security barricade.

Sweeny : And just like that, Trinity Street has the upper hand.

Brody : Don't count Rayne out just yet, Michael. We all know how resilient he is.

Rayne's daughter Randi is in the front row and leans over the barricade trying to get her Dad to respond and to get moving. Trinity slides out the ring and walks over to him, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling him to his knees. Looking at his daughter, Trinity mouths "You shouldn't have to see this" before making him come to his feet fully, before irish whipping him into the steel steps, sending Rayne and the steps flying.

Sweeny : Trinity is looking cold and calculated tonight. I love it.

Brody : She's definitely not going to let Rayne get his groove on.

Sweeny : Unlike Stella did!

Brody : What?

Sweeny : Never mind.

Crumbled within the steps, Rayne rolls around in agony as Trinity isn't far behind him. Walking over to him, she bends down and picks up a part of the steel steps and lifts it high before sending it crashing down onto Rayne's upper abdomen as the crowd fall silent. Trinity drops the steps to her side and smiles, satisfied with herself as Rayne lays prone.

Brody : Rayne's motionless right now. Trinity really did a number on him with those steel steps.

Sweeny : She did. And Paul should start counting now.

Alcohol Paul looks over the ropes and sees Rayne laying lifeless and begins to count.

1....

2....

3....

4....

5....

Rayne starts to come too and manages to roll himself onto his hands and knee, forcing Paul to stop the count as Trinity shakes her head. Rolling back into the ring, Trinity climbs to the top rope and balances herself. Looking down at Rayne who is now standing to his feet, still a little groggy, but she flies off the top rope and Rayne looks up and manages to shift himself and catches her, lifting her up until her stomach is level with his face and powerbombs her right onto the steel steps as a huge "Holy shit" chant breaks out, as Rayne drops to his knee and Trinity tries to hold her back in agony.

Brody : My words, what a counter from Rayne. Trinity must be badly damaged now.

Sweeny : That got me excited and i want Trinity to win. Yikes.

Rayne stands to his feet and drags Trinity up to hers, in one fell swoop he hoists her up over his shoulder and runs at the steel post and slams her head first into it. He goes for another shot, but Mr. Ginn is up to his feet and turns Rayne around forcing him to drop Trinity and drives a knee into his stomach. Rayne flinches but doesn't bend over as Mr. Ginn runs at him and tries a clothesline, but Rayne ducks and spins around connecting with a superkick to his chin, knocking him on his ass. Happy with himself, he turns around and Trinity connects with a roundhouse kick to his temple. The shot echoed around the arena, as Rayne drops to his knees. She takes a step back and smiles, connecting beautifully with a signature move 'The House Of Street' the force of the kick causes Rayne to fall flat on his back, but he's not out enough for Alcohol Paul to issue a count.

Sweeny : Trinity's really lighting up this match. She's on fire right now.

Brody : Rayne's in danger right now, he needs to dig in deep and pull something out the bag.

Trinity grabs Rayne and rolls him back into the ring and follows in shortly afterwards. Pulling him to his feet, she grabs his arm and irish whips him, fast and powerfully right into the corner turnbuckle. Rayne slumps to a heap on the floor as Trinity simply grins. She exits the ring and walks around to the corner post and reaches in and grabs Rayne, spinning him around and pulling his legs apart, with the post between his legs. Trinity has Rayne right where she wants him for The "Paralyzer" and locks it in, damaging Rayne's knee has he cringes and screams in agony. And there's nothing Alcohol Paul can do, as in this match it's totally legal.

Brody : Rayne's in a world of trouble right now. She'd be DQ in a normal match by now.

Sweeny : And that's the beauty of a Last Man Standing match. Anything goes and Trinity is showing Rayne and everyone just how far she's willing to go to win this Championship.

Trinity keeps The "Paralyzer" locked in still, as Alcohol Paul checks on Rayne who is writhing around in agony, trying his best to somehow get out of the hold, to no avail. After a few more seconds of torture, Trinity relents and releases the hold with the damage already done. Rayne crawls away from the ring post and tries to stand, but his knee buckles right away. Rayne shakes his head and lets out a piercing scream. Trinity walks around the ring, stalking her prey. Looking underneath the ring she finds a variety of weapons, Steel Chair, Sledgehammer, Baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire which she throws into the ring and slides in after them. Rayne sees the collection of weapons and is in no doubt as to what is going to happen.

Sweeny : The end is nigh.

Brody : Looks to be that way, Michael.

Trinity grabs hold of the steel chair and slams it across the face of Rayne, as he falls back to the canvas. Trinity stands over him and drives another shot to his face. Before drilling the edge of the chair into his sternum, not once, but twice. Rayne rolls over onto his front holding his stomach, as Trinity brings the chair crashing down onto his back a few times for good measure. Alcohol Paul stands there, concern on his face for an old foe as the crowd is relatively quiet, seeing Rayne take such brutal punishment.

Sweeny : Looks like she's taking out her anger and frustrations on him. He can't seriously last much longer, can he?

Brody : No, no he can't.

Trinity drives the chair one last time onto the back of his head, causing Rayne to lay motionless, as Alcohol Paul forcefully grabs the chair from Trinity and throws it out the ring to ringside, as Trinity begins to argue with him.

Sweeny : Paul should be counting Rayne out now, not arguing with Trinity.

Trinity walks away, and as Paul turns around he sees Rayne isn't moving and reluctantly begins a ten count.

1....

2....

3......

4........

5..........

The crowd are chanting for Rayne to start moving and get up as Paul continues to count.

6.........

7..........

Rayne stirs and crawls to the ropes, seeing this the crowd chant even louder for him.

8..........

Reaching out he grabs ahold of the middle rope and begins to pull himself up.

9................

With a second remaining, Rayne pulls himself up to his feet and stands. Turning around, Paul walks over and makes sure Rayne's ok. Rayne just stands there and mouths at Trinity "Is that all you've got?" Infuriating Trinity in the process, she runs at him and spears him through the ropes to the outside, with her following not far behind. Rayne crawls towards the corner of the outside ring and stands up and comes running at him, Rayne drops to the concrete and connects with a drop toe hold, smashing Trinity's face against the concrete. Sensing a chance, he drags her over to the security barricade and lifts her high into the air, holding her aloft for a few seconds, before dropping her, throat first across the barricade much to the delight of the MCW fans. He doesn't waste a seconds breath and grabs her head and pulls her up, before whipping her head first into the other set of steel steps as she goes sprawling.

Sweeny : No. No. No.

Brody : He's coming back, Michael.

Sweeny : Oh piss off.

Clearly struggling with his knee, Rayne tries to put the pain to the back of his mind and grabs Trinity and pulls her up and slams her forehead right into the steel post, repeatedly as the crowd chant in unison with him. Still with his hand on the back of her head, he rolls her into the ring and follows in after her. She gets to her feet as Rayne stands to his feet, but Trinity runs and drop-kicks his bad knee, causing Rayne to buckle under it. Holding his knee in agony, Trinity runs at him and jumps into the air, landing her foot right across his injured knee, causing Rayne even more pain as he arches his back.

Brody : I don't see how Rayne can prevail here. He's in too much pain.

Sweeny : Finally seen the light, Brody. Good boy.

Trinity goes to kick Rayne's knee, but he blocks it with his wrist and grabs her foot and pulls, forcing Trinity off her feet. Rayne pulls himself up on his good knee and grabs Trinity's ankle, readying her for an Ankle Lock and begins twisting it causing her to pull herself up, attempting to free herself. But Rayne keeps applying the pressure and doesn't let the grip go. Trinity slams the palm of her hands down in frustration and agony, as Rayne continues to apply the torque on her ankle. And does finally release the submission move upon hearing a chorus of boos from the crowd. Looking up he see's two of the four masked attackers from earlier come back and stalk the ring, one to each corner as Rayne hobbles to his feet and struggles to stand.

Brody : This isn't good. Rayne's in a bad way and this is only going to make it worse.

Sweeny : No. I can toast Trinity's World Championship win now.

Rayne motions for them both to come at him, and they don't need a second invitation as they both slide into the ring. One of them immediately goes for Rayne, as they battle one another with left and rights, trying to get advantage over the other. And the masked attacker is the man as Rayne gets weary and begins to struggle. The other masked man grabs the sledgehammer and primes himself up to attack Rayne. The other assailant steps aside as the "Leader" we believe him to be, runs at Rayne drills the sledgehammer into his forehead. But at the last moment Rayne moves out of harms way and the he slams Trinity in the forehead with the sledgehammer instead. The shot knocks her out as Paul runs and clothesline the masked assailant that Rayne was fighting with, as he goes flying over the top rope. As the "Leader" turns around, Rayne is facing him with the baseball bat armed in his hands. Rayne swings, but the masked man quickly scurries out his way and slides out the ring and to his fallen comrade.

Sweeny : What a cluster-fuck. Alcohol Paul actually helped Rayne out from getting annihilated. Never thought i'd see the day.

Brody : That makes two of us.

Rayne begins shouting expletives as the two fallen masked men, as they back track up the ramp. Paul see's Trinity out cold and begins counting, which alerts Rayne who turns around and walks over to the corner.

1.

2..

3...

4....

5.....

6......

7.......

8........

Sweeny : Come on Trinity, wake up. Please, please wake up.

Brody : Is he going to do it?

9.........

10..........

Sweeny : NOOOOOOOOOO!

Brody : YES! YES! He's done it. Rayne Young is a four time MCW World Champion.

Alcohol Paul calls for the bell to be rung, as Ben Watson announces the result.

Ben Watson : THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH. AND OUR NEW MCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. THE ONE. THE ONLY. LEGEND. HALL OF FAMER. AND NOW THE FIRST FOUR TIME WORLD CHAMPION......RAYNE..... YOUNNNNG....

The crowd go wild with excitement as Alcohol Paul grabs the Championship belt and walks over to Rayne, helping him up in the process. Paul extends a hand to Rayne, which he gratefully accepts and is handed over the MCW World Heavyweight Championship. Holding it hands, looking over it with pride before raising it over his hands for the fans to see and begin chanting his name to the rafters.

Brody : Well after it's all said and done, Michael. Rayne Young has climbed the mountain yet again here in MCW.

Sweeny : Great. Now we have to listen to how wonderful and awesome he is. Yawn.

An emotional Rayne Young hobbles out the ring and around to where his daughter is. He makes a beeline for her, giving her a warm embrace, before putting the MCW World Championship belt over her shoulders as she proudly looks on. But they're interrupted by the leader of the Masked Men, who's on the titan-tron with his son, Kyle.   ?? : Say hello to Daddy, Kyle.  Kyle : Hey Daddy. I'm fine, don't worry about me.  ?? : Rayne and Kirsta, this has always been personal. And now i've taken it to another height. See you soon. And maybe you'll see your son again.  Rayne holds Randi as the titan-tron flickers off, a worried look etched over his face.   Brody : Oh no, this is going to get nasty now.   Sweeny : It's not like he's been bothered about his son in the past. Why start now.  Brody : Michael, you'll regret saying that.  Sweeny : Whatever. But that's all the time we've got now folks. Tune into Battleground Network in two weeks, for Monday Night Mayhem.   Brody : It's going to epic.   (Result for the Main Event was angled. All those involved, knew the outcome.)