As Mayhem comes live from the Joe Louis Arena, despite the sold out crowd, it's eerily quiet. The lights go low and the titan-tron comes to life and the fans roar as Rayne appears with a sly grin etched on his face.
Rayne Young : So two weeks ago, MCW was rocked to it's core. And a man we all mourned, revealed himself to be alive this entire time. I've stepped away from social media, kept myself away from the vultures that are the reporters and spent time with my son. I've tried to take all of this in, but i can't. And now my 'boss' Duane Jacobs has decided to put me in a match with Eddy Poe and Mya Denton? Well Duane, i've got two words for you. FUCK YOU!!
The crowd roar in approval, as the anger is plain to see on Rayne's face.
Rayne : Whitecloud, Malakai, Trinity, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest, you can all go fuck yourselves, or one another, whatever floats your boat. I'm done being ordered around by you. Fine me, suspend me, tear up my contract, do whatever the fuck you want. I refuse to even be close to those fuckturds. Because if i am, i'll lose my kids again. Because this time i will make sure Whitecloud, the Golden Eagle is dead and buried for good. So i won't be there tonight as i'm in a totally different country as you can see. So if your mission was to rid MCW of Rayne Young, then well done guys. You done it.
Boos begin to emanate from the crowd, as Rayne continues talking.
Rayne : I'm sorry guys, me sharing the same ring with those inbred, mother fuckers isn't happening. Bye Motor City, it's been a pleasure.
The titan-tron feed cuts out as the crowd once again fall silent, as the camera shifts round to a smiling Michael Sweeny and a solemn looking Steven Brody.
Brody : Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Mayhem #6. And right off the bat, Rayne has made an announcement that he's done with MCW. He won't be fighting off the ghosts of MCW past.
Sweeny : Good riddance, i say. Let the new breed excel here in Motor City Wrestling. He's holding them all back.
Brody : And if they were as good as you say, Michael. Wouldn't they excel with or without Rayne here?
Sweeny : Shut up, Steven. And let's get on with this evenings show.
Brody : Up first we've got a huge match between two bright stars within MCW. Drew Stevenson vs. Jessica Jones. Drew almost beat Jacob last time out. And Jessica was cruelly denied Championship gold, by Malakai, Whitecloud and the goon squad.
Sweeny : Cruelly my ass, she didn't deserve to win it. Come to think of it, neither did Jacob.
Brody : Of course Jacob deserved it. Jessica or Kirsta would've done, had they won.
Sweeny : But they didn't.
Brody : You're right on cue today, Michael, aren't you?
Sweeny : Thank you. What a lovely compliment.
Brody : Nothing complimentary about it. Sarcasm goes right over your head, doesn't it!
Drew Stevenson vs. Jessica Jones
Sweeny : Enough! It's time for us to kick Mayhem off, officially.
Brody : And that means it's time for Stevenson vs. Jessica Jones.
Ben Watson : We're kicking off tonight with a match that is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 220lbs... "THE EMERALD" DREW STEVENSON.....
Brody : And that means it's time for Stevenson vs. Jessica Jones.
Ben Watson : We're kicking off tonight with a match that is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 220lbs... "THE EMERALD" DREW STEVENSON.....
The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing "The Man" by Aloe Blacc as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans cheer him heavily, he just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green wrestling pants, dark green knee pads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. He begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.
Ben Watson : And his opponent. Weighing in at 115lbs... THE ARCHANGEL..... JESSICA JONES.....
Sweeny : She's not bad looking for a ginger.
Brody : Jesus christ!
Ben Watson : And his opponent. Weighing in at 115lbs... THE ARCHANGEL..... JESSICA JONES.....
Sweeny : She's not bad looking for a ginger.
Brody : Jesus christ!
“…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.)
Brody : And we're about to get underway. And i can't wait.
Sweeny : You've got a hard on for Stevenson, haven't you?
Brody : And!
Sweeny : Wait! What?
The referee calls for the bell to be rung and almost right away Jessica runs at Stevenson, who takes her to the canvas with a stiff clothesline. But being a Jones, it doesn't keep Jessica off her feet for very long and she's right back on her feet and charging Stevenson hitting a scissors kick to his left knee, causing him to wince and buckle. Jessica grabs his arm and pulls him to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes. Bouncing off them, Drew runs at Jessica and hits a float over DDT. Her dome crashing to the canvas, as Stevenson kips straight to his feet and mounts Jessica delivering a flurry of hard right and left handers to the head of Jones who puts her guard up, attempting to stop him.
Sweeny : Bet you wish Stevenson was mounting you, don't you Brody?
Brody : At least he's mounting Jessica. I'll bet you'll be knocking one off over her tonight.
Sweeny : Damn you, Brody.
Stevenson locks in a side arm triangle choke hold onto Jessica who yells out in agony, as Stevenson tightens his grip on her. The referee drops to the canvas to check on Jessica, making sure she doesn't tap out. And she doesn't and begins to manoeuvre herself out, pulling her arm free as Stevenson gets to his feet and wraps his arms around her waist and connects with a sidewalk back breaker right onto his knee, into the small of her back as she rolls off Stevenson and on to the canvas.
Sweeny : Drew's building up ahead of steam, you must love that, Brody?
Brody : Fuck off!
Drew's walks over to Jones and hits a few knee strikes to the back of her head. Before dropping to the canvas and locking in a sleeper hold, as the referee drops to his knees and checks on Jessica. Gradually she struggles to keep her eyes open, as the referee lifts her arm and lets it drop to the canvas.
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Lifting her arm again, he drops it. But Jessica manages to lift it back up before it hits the ground.
Brody : Stevenson tactically taking Jessica to the canvas. A skilled technician this man is.
Sweeny : Bet you'd love him to take you down to the canvas...
Brody : SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!
Sweeny : Touchy!! Truth hurts don't it?
Brody : I swear to god, i'm going to kill you one day.
The referee orders Drew to release the sleeper on Jessica. Getting back to his feet, Drew bends down and grabs Jessica and pulls her to her feet. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he executes a perfect belly to belly suplex, which flings her across the other side of the ring. Drew looks out onto the crowd and surprisingly Jones is almost back to her feet. Stevenson turns around and Jones runs at him hitting a Lightning Spiral, taking Drew to the canvas.
Brody : Just when Drew thought he was in control. That's why Jessica is as good as people say she is.
Sweeny : Even though i'm not a fan of either or technical wrestling in general, this match has been pretty entertaining.
Jones doesn't waste one moment and pulls Drew to his feet and locks him up and readies him for a capture suplex, as Drew's body slams against the canvas, Jessica hitting that capture suplex perfectly. Drew gets to his feet and Jessica runs at the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope and somehow catches Stevenson with an Asai DDT. Scurrying up, she runs over to Drew and drops to hook his leg for a cover.
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2...
Nooooo...
Stevenson manages to kick out, as Jessica sits up and smirks.
Brody : Jones almost got the win there. Drew has had a hard introduction to life in the Motor City.
Sweeny : Really? Laymon and now Jones. C'mon Brody, head out of ass.
Rolling Drew onto his stomach, Jessica makes a play for his ankles, grabbing both of them before pulling them into his back as Jessica tries the "Haas Of Pain" bending Drew's body as the referee drops to the canvas and checks on Drew, who's contorting his face. Jessica tightens her grip and applies the pressure especially on Drew's left knee as the referee looks to see if he wants to quit, but he's having none of it and shakes his head.
Brody : I'm not sure how much Stevenson can take off this. Jones is really punishing his bad left knee.
Sweeny : He does look in a sorry state, hopefully this won't take much longer now.
Stevenson is desperately pulling himself towards the ropes, but Jessica has other ideas and releases the hold. But only to grab the legs of Stevenson and drag him back into the center of the ring. She rolls him over, but he kicks Jones in the face with his good leg. Taking a step backwards allowing Drew to gain his composure and stand on his feet, Jones comes running back at him, but Drew scoops her up and hits a snap power slam, putting her on the canvas as he regains his bearings.
Sweeny : Desperation move by Stevenson. I honestly thought he was about to tap out.
Brody : He's made of harder stuff, Sweeny.
Sweeny : And i bet you'd like that hard stuff in you, wouldn't you?
Brody : Stop it, just stop it.
Drew hobbles over to Jones and pulls her to her feet, hooking her in the STO, before planting her back down to the canvas. Without a seconds thought, he floats over and hooks her leg, as the referee administers the count.
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2...
Noooo. Jessica Jones kicks out and the referee holds up two fingers to the crowd. Sitting up, Drew thought he had Jones there, but it wasn't to be. Getting to his feet, again he pulls Jessica to her feet and irish whips her into the ropes. As she bounces off the ropes and comes running back at Stevenson, he shifts and hits "Heir To The Throne" sending Jessica crashing back down to the canvas. And yet again Drew doesn't hesitate and hooks Jessica's leg, as the referee drops to the canvas.
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3.... Nooooo. Jessica at the last second gets her shoulder up.
Brody : Stevenson's fighting back and almost got the win on Jessica Jones there.
Sweeny : If he doesn't finish her off soon, it could bite him in the ass. Just like Steven would love to do.
Drew gets to his feet and drags Jessica up with him, but she connects with an uppercut clean on Drew's chin, knocking him backwards. Jessica springs to her feet and hits "Our Lady Of Sorrows" pile-driving Drew's cranium right into the canvas.
Brody : What a move. Jessica has pulled out all the stops. Could she nick this one?
Sweeny : I hope so, i'm bored.
Jessica drops to the canvas and hooks his leg.
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3.....
Ben Watson : The winner of this match due to a pinfall victory... THE ARCHANGEL.... JESSICA JONES....
Brody : Drew Stevenson was once again so close to picking up a victory. I'm sure it's not going to take him much longer. He's a talented individual.
Sweeny : I've seen better.
Ringside
(The first chords of "Blank Space" by Taylor swift begins to play over the PA system...)
Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?
(Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage, wearing a sheath column scoop neck short mini dress with purple sparkly sequins. Her feet are encased in black open toe high heel pumps. A wide grin is etched across her face as she takes in the loud ovation from the fans, cheering her return to Detroit.)
Sweeny : She gets hotter and hotter every time i see her.
Brody : She has blossomed.
Glory Braddock : DETROIT!!! It's good to be back.
Hearing those words, the crowd go absolutely mental.
Glory Braddock : Have to say my return was a bit of a mad one, wasn't it! The masked attackers revealing themselves to be Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest. With Trinity Street at the forefront. I've been here before and normally it doesn't end well. But i'm not out here to discuss them or their return. I'm here to discuss the Rayne Young situation.
The crowd begin a "We want Rayne" chant, as Glory smiles.
Glory Braddock : And that's what i want. MCW isn't quite ready for it to have no Rayne Young in the squared circle. So Rayne, i know you're watching and i know we're not the best of friends. But i want what's best for MCW and right in this moment, that includes you.
The Joe Louis is rocking as Glory continues her speech.
Glory Braddock : Can you hear these people Rayne? They need you, MCW needs you. But for tonight, as your not here. Tonight's triple threat is now a singles match, between Eddy Poe and Mya Denton. Because i know Duane Jacobs isn't going to come out here and make the decisions.
"We takin' over" roars over the PA system as the crowd boo intense and with venom like we've never witnessed here in MCW before. Malakai walks down the ramp, flanked by Whitecloud, Eric Sailes and Steve Silveroak. Malakai and Whitecloud enter the ring as the other three guard the ring. Glory grins as Malakai grabs a microphone and begins to address her.
Malakai Laymon : I'm so sorry, Glory. Last time i checked me and Whitecloud here were in charge, not you. I have no idea why Duane hired you in the first place, but that's easily rectified.... YOU'RE FIRED!!!! And you're wrong, MCW doesn't need nor want Rayne. He's made his decision. And whilst it's disappointing that we couldn't witness his demise first hand, it was our ultimate goal.
Malakai passes the microphone to Whitecloud.
Whitecloud : Tonight Rayne Young has shown his true colours. He claims to love this pitiful excuse of a company. Yet he runs at the first sniff of trouble. All those sob stories i've been hearing since i "died" it's pathetic, it truly is. I don't want to see MCW thrive, neither does Malakai. We want to crush it. Strip it bare and sell it off piece by piece. So Glory, you might want to start escorting yourself out. Otherwise it could get nasty.
Glory smirks as she listens to Malakai and Whitecloud.
Glory Braddock : Listen here boys, i'm not going anywhere. And you sure as hell can't fire me.
Malakai looks at Whitecloud as they both burst into laughter.
Malakai : I can't fire you, i think i just did.
Glory shakes her head, before responding.
Glory Braddock : No, no you can't. It's in the fine print of my contract. A clause my attorneys had inserted, to which Duane Jacobs signed off on it.
Brody : Good, don't let these bastards run this great company into the ground.
Sweeny : Shouldn't have said that. I think the bosses heard that.
Brody : Good. I hope they fuck off and soon.
Malakai and Whitecloud don't look best pleased as they talk amongst one another, before Whitecloud continues where Glory left off.
Whitecloud : We'll have our attorneys look over it, before we decide where to go next. But in the mean time, if i can't fire you, we have the need to fire someone.
Putting his fingers to his lips, he looks at Malakai and nods.
Whitecloud : So it's with great excitement that i can say, Steven Brody... YOU'RE FIRED!!!!
Sweeny : What the fuck??
Sweeny looks at Brody, who looks at Whitecloud and Malakai in the ring laughing their asses off. Brody takes off his announcement gear and gets to his feet as the crowd chant "Don't go BRODY" he straightens himself up and walks into the ring and begins berating Whitecloud and Malakai, but Glory steps in and intervenes preventing him from hurting himself.
Malakai and Whitecloud chuckle to one another as Sailes, Silveroak join Cloud and Malakai in the ring. They look at one another and nod in agreement.
Sweeny : This isn't going to end well at all.
Sailes and Silveroak attack Glory smashing her to the canvas with a elbow to the back of the head, followed by a knee to the face. Glory manages to get to her feet and fires off a couple of uppercuts, but the numbers game is too much as Whitecloud drops Glory hard with a Tomahawk Drop right into the canvas.
The four men stand side by side looking down over Glory Braddock and turn their attentions towards Steven Brody who's holding his hands up as 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, before grabbing one of the microphones on the canvas.
Jacob Laymon : Malakai, Whitecloud, it's been a LONG TIME since we've been face to face. I've heard the rumours, the whispers, that i aligned myself with Malakai and Whitecloud. You see you've had all our numbers recently. You've driven away the coward that is Rayne Young from MCW, even after that "inspiring" speech he put to me and Kirsta a few weeks back. You might've driven Rayne away, but boys you won't drive me away. And eventually the fine folks of MCW will realise just which side i'm truly on. And when they do, maybe we can eradicate this rodent problem we've got. So without further adieu, the war starts now.
The crowd begin cheering as Jacob with microphone in hand cracks Silveroak over the head dropping him, before taking Sailes down with a huge clothesline. He turns around and drops Whitecloud with a thunderous boot right between his eyes and turns around only to be met with a huge spear from his brother Malakai, which stops his fruitful attempt. Malakai mounts his brother and reigns down left and rights with brutality, as Silveroak gets to his feet as does Sailes and they begin attacking Steven Brody taking him down to the canvas, as Whitecloud joins in with Malakai and they begin relentlessly attacking him.
The crowd begin a "We Want Rayne" chant. A furious Whitecloud grabs one of the fallen microphones.
Whitecloud : Chant all you want, you idiots. He's not coming back. And MCW will fall at our feet, piece by piece. We're going to savour this. All the way to the end.
Whitecloud cracks the microphone right across the forehead of Glory Braddock who began getting to her feet.
Sweeny : Holy shit. Steven Brody is no longer by my side folks. And all out war has commenced. It looks like the future of Motor City Wrestling is hanging on life support.
Priest vs. Jackie Daniels
The lights dim as the fans cheer in unison. As Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the pa system, purple lighting fills the arena as the guitars kick in.
Dead as dead can be
My doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my perfect enemy
As pyros hit the stage, Priest steps onto the stage to a loud ovation from the crowd. With his opponent looking on, Priest just glares at them and looks on.
Wake up and face me
Don't play dead cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
Ben Watson: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing 328lbs, Priest
Walking towards the ring, Priest never takes his eyes off of his opponent who is still waiting anxiously in the ring.
Leaning over you here
Cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection
Of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become my perfect enemy
At this point, Priest is at the ring steps, he slowly raises his hands and the lights in the arena magically come on. Stepping into the ring, Priest goes to a neutral corner.
Sweeny : To me it looks like Priest has been reborn. He's been focused and determined as of late.
Ben Watson : And his opponent, from El Paso, Texas, Jackie Daniels.
Fire It Up by Black Label Society hits the pa system as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction. As Jackie steps on stage she taunts the crowd as she makes her way toward ringside. Halfway to the ring, two figures in hoods follow her as she climbs in the ring.
Sweeny : I don't know the hell these guys are, but it appears as if Priest has a fight on his hands.
As the ref signals for the bell to ring, both superstars circle the ring. Trying to find some leverage, Jackie tries to take Priest down, but Priest counters with a kick to the gut. Grabbing Jackie, Priest launches her with ease to a corner. Looking to the crowd, Priest gets a running head start but Jackie counters with a kick to the face. Bouncing off the ropes, Jackie attempts a clothesline, but Priest counters with one of his own sending Jackie down hard to the canvas.
Sweeny : So far, Priest has been dominant in this match up. It's like looking at a whole new person. This Priest we're looking at is focused and determined.
With Jackie down, Priest raises his arm for a choke-slam, but Jackie rolls away quickly to the outside. Trying to grab her, Jackie pulls Priest's legs bringing the big man to the outside. With Priest momentarily dazed, Jackie starts to drive her forearms into back of Priest's neck. Grabbing Priest, Jackie attempts to irish whip him to the barricade but, Priest reverses it and it is Jackie who goes into the barricade hard.
Sweeny : Oh my god, that was a hard shot from Priest. Jackie could be hurt right now. This is the Priest we've all wanted to see for years.
As the ref continues his ten count, Priest rolls into the ring and back out to stop the count. Grabbing Jackie, Priest rolls her back into the ring. Grabbing Jackie's arm, Priest wrenches it hard in preparation for one of his signature moves. Dragging her to a corner, Priest shows athleticism as he scales the top rope. Jumping off, Priest drives his forearm into Jackie's back knocking her back down to the canvas. Getting up slowly, Priest gets a running head start and clotheslines her back out of the ring.
Sweeny : Priest is vicious tonight. He hasn't given Jackie a chance to breathe since the bell rang. You gotta wonder what Rayne Young and Kirsta Lewis are thinking if they're watching this backstage.
As the ref begins to count Jackie out, Priest waits for her to get on the apron. Measuring her, Priest let's out a growl and delivers a leg drop causing Jackie to wince in pain. Rolling back into the ring, Priest makes the first cover of the match.
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2...
Jackie Daniels kicks out!
Sweeny : I thought Jackie was done there.
Grabbing Jackie, Priest drags her to a corner and begins to punch her like a man obsessed. Grabbing her again, Priest irish whips her to the ropes and grabs her throat hard. Attempting a chokeslam, Priest lifts her up but Jackie counts with a DDT bringing some relief on her part. Staying on the offence, Jackie begins laying haymakers to Priest's skull. Grabbing Priest, Jackie takes him between the ropes and begins to choke him as the ref begins to warn her. Breaking on the four count, Jackie bounces off the ropes and delivers a sleeper sleeper slam keeping the big man grounded. Going for a quick cover, Jackie hooks the leg.
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2....
Priest kicks out!
Sweeny : Smart strategy by Daniels, if Priest is grounded he can't utilize any of his power moves.
Getting Priest in a front face lock, Jackie attempts to wear the big man down. Cinching in the move, the ref asks Priest if he wants to quit and he shakes his no. Bouncing off the ropes, Jackie delivers a senton bomb followed by a cover.
1...
2..
Priest kicks out!
Sweeny : This has been a back and forth contest so far. No one has the advantage at this point, but don't count either one out just yet.
Not giving Priest the chance to recover, Jackie grabs Priest and whips him to the ropes. Attempting a clothesline, Priest ducks and on the way back, they have the same idea and deliver a double clothesline knocking each other out. With both superstars down, the ref begins his ten count.
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Priest is up first as the crowd cheers. As Jackie slowly gets up, Waiting for Jackie to get up, Priest clutches her throat and delivers a choke slam to perfection.
Sweeny : CHOKE SLAM! THAT'S GOT TO BE IT!
Going for the cover, Priest hooks the leg.
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2.....
Jackie kicks out!
Sweeny : I don't believe it. Jackie kicked out of a Priest choke slam.
Giving the cut throat signal, Priest signals that the match is over. Priest grabs her and pulls Jackie to her feet, but she drills him in the sternum with a hard knee, before planting him on the canvas with a huge "Angels Suicide".
Sweeny : I never realized Jackie was this tough or good.
Jackie shakes the cobwebs out of her system and rushes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Looking out onto the crowd with a huge grin she flies through the air hitting Priest cleanly with the "Daniels Splash".. Holding her stomach she rolls over and hooks his leg for the count..
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Sweeny : That's it. Jackie Daniels has slayed the monster.
Ben Watson : The winner of this match via pinfall.... THE SWEET SOUTHERN COMFORT.... JACKIE DANIELS...
The referee walks over and raises Jackie's arm in victory as the crowd cheer, but the happiness is short lived as Priest gets up and attacks her from behind. The two hooded figures from earlier remove their hoods and slide into the ring and double team Priest, allowing Jackie to recover.
Sweeny : That's Mark Dela Vega and her twin brother, Jack. They've come to the rescue.
Jackie's back to her feet and joins in and stomps the living hell out of Priest. After a few moments those cheers turn to furious boos as Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Trinity hit the ring. Immediately all four set upon Mark and Jack and begin pummelling them. Jackie sees what's going on and goes to help, but she's overpowered as they continue their onslaught towards them.
Whitecloud hits a Tomahawk drop onto Jackie as Sailes and Silveroak throw Mark Dela Vega and Jack out of the ring. Leaving Jackie prone-less and at the mercy of Trinity Street.
Trinity : Rayne, come out, come out, wherever you are?
The crowd begin chanting Rayne's name seemingly to no avail.
Trinity : Rayne, i know you're watching and listening. So take this in. Two weeks ago i rightfully beat you and claimed MY MCW World Championship. At Purgatory you got lucky, we allowed you to win the Championship. We knew after your children, it's what you held dear. Stop being a coward Rayne. I knew you had little balls, but i didn't realise how little till tonight. You rolled over and let us destroy you. And it's going to be easy pickings destroying what's left to stand in our way. Nothing can stop me, nothing can stop us. It's time to heed my warning. You're either with us or you'll get destroyed. So Rayne, i hope you're watching this.
Trinity drops the microphone and takes a few steps back and sizes Jackie up.
Sweeny : Oh god no. This could be career ending right here.
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."
The crowd go nuts, as Trinity abandons Jackie as she, Whitecloud, Sailes and Silveroak look out to the stage. However after a few moments, Rayne doesn't appear as the lights come back on and the music dies down.
Trinity : Oh come on Rayne, that was lame. I guess you're quite happy to watch as i take Jackie's head off?
With Jackie on her knees, Trinity takes a step back and runs at her, connecting with a ferocious roundhouse kick right to Jackie's temple. Upon impact, Jackie just falls flat onto the canvas. Mark Dela Vega and Jack slide back into the ring, but Priest chokeslams Jack to the canvas, as Sailes puts Mark to the canvas with a powerful "Talons Grasp". Trinity stands over Jackie, throwing the World Championship over her shoulder. As Whitecloud struts over and raises her arm, as they all celebrate their decimation over Jackie, Jack and Mark Dela Vega.
Sweeny : Well i'll be damned. I don't envisage anyone stopping this dominant force. I've been here from the start, seen all types of groups and people in power. But these guys, they've got me worried for the future. I truly don't see anyone stopping them. Motor City Wrestling, the future is looking bleak.
Backstage
Sitting behind her desk, we see Glory Braddock licking her wounds after being brutally attacked by Malakai and Co. Hearing a knock on her door, she shouts for them to come in. And walking in holding his ribs, is Jacob Laymon as Glory stands up and walks around her table and greets Jacob with a firm handshake.
Glory Braddock : Jacob, it's good to see you again. It's a shame it's under such difficult circumstance.
Jacob takes a seat, as does Glory.
Jacob Laymon : Yeah it's not been a great couple of weeks. This company has been shaken to the core and after being involved and witnessing what went down just now, it's got me worried.
Glory Braddock : That makes two of us, Jacob. They've got the numbers and most of the power, but that's never stopped us before.
Jacob Laymon : The only chink of light in this company, is you being our General Manager. And Duane did one good thing in not only hiring you, but agreeing to that clause in your contract. I'm starting to get sick of them running ragged over MCW and threatening to rip it down to it's bare bones.
Glory Braddock : And they probably will do, Jacob. But is that why you're here this evening?
Jacob Laymon : No. I want to know what or if, there's anything you or we, can do to put a spanner in the works. Rayne's tucked his tail and ran like the coward i thought he was.
Glory Braddock : Jacob, Rayne is a lot of things, but i've never thought of him as a coward. I'm hoping he sees the light soon. Very soon.
Jacob Laymon : I don't really care to be honest. It'll be better if he stays away. We can fight these bastards properly and get the job done ourselves. So i want to re-negotiate my contract with you? I want the same "Can't be fired" clause in mine. Because with what i've got planned for these bastards, they might want to fire me on the spot.
Jacob smiles at Glory, who smiles back.
Glory Braddock : Well the clause will take a bit of time and doing. But in the mean time there is something we can do.
A huge grin comes over Glory's face, as Jacob leans forward in his seat.
Jacob Laymon : Do tell?
Glory Braddock : Well with Trinity being our World Champion. And Rayne not being here to invoke his rematch. It leaves me with the decision to appoint a contender to her crown. So at Deliverance, we're going to see Trinity Street defend her MCW World Championship in a Hell In The Cell.
Jacob Laymon : That's all well and good, but who's going to face her.
Glory Braddock : Well we've got a clutch of MCW alumni here. And a great clutch of new guys. But they haven't been here long enough to earn that shot, yet. So let's throw a spanner in the works of this "Coalition" shall we. Trinity Street will defend against Priest.
Jacob looks slightly disappointed.
Glory Braddock : And Jacob Laymon in a Triple Threat Match inside that unforgiving steel.
Jacob looks up and beams a smile.
Jacob Laymon : You're a genius, Glory.
Glory Braddock : I learnt from the best, Jacob. But it comes at a price.
He raises an eyebrow.
Glory Braddock : If you want to face Trinity and Priest for the title, you'll have to relinquish your Motor City Championship. I don't want you double booked in any Pay Per View if you're a double champion.
Jacob runs his hand over his bald head, taking a moment to think it through.
Jacob Laymon : As proud as i am to be the MCW Motor City Champion. I would love another crack at the World Championship. I agree.
Jacob stands to his feet and shakes Glory's hand, agreeing to the terms.
Glory Braddock : Well that's settled then. At Deliverance, it will be Trinity, Priest and you in a Triple Threat Match for the World Championship. Goodluck Jacob, it's going to be a tall order.
Jacob Laymon : It's not going to be a walk in the park by any means, but i'm confidant. Thank Glory, i'm going to let you get on with other business.
Once again they shake hands, as Jacob takes his exit from Glory's office. Leaving her alone.
Glory Braddock : Let's hope this doesn't backfire.
Ringside
Sweeny : Holy shit! Huge news. Trinity has to defend her World Championship against Priest and Jacob Laymon. Inside a Hell of a Cell. Brody, huge, huge news.... Brody.... Oh shit... Well with that said, let's move on shall we.
As the camera pans around to Ben Watson. Sweeny can be heard saying "I miss that douchebag."
Eddy Poe vs. Mya Denton
Ben Watson : This match is now scheduled for one fall. And introducing first, weighing in at 110lbs..... MYA DENTON.....
Sweeny : My first ever match without Brody by my side, this is going to be weird.
"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 get's to the ring she steps inside after wiping her feet on the apron and then sitting on the middle rope.
Sweeny : And i have to say, she's looking good. Crazy, but good.
"Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed rips through the P.A System as Eddy Poe casually walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Sweeny : And this guy is an absolute joke. He's come into MCW and done nothing. He's not worthy of a contract here and hopefully, Mya will show him up.
The referee rings the bell as soon as Poe stands to his feet and Mya Denton wastes little time and runs and connects with "Demented" right to the temple of Poe, who drops to the canvas. Mya is up to her feet and drags Poe up with her and doesn't hang about and locks in the "Cra-Cra" and after a few seconds, Eddy Poe begins tapping.
Ben Watson : Your winner by Submission... MYA.... DENTON....
Sweeny : Wow, i don't think anyone saw this happening. Mya Denton has defeated Eddy Poe in a record twelve seconds. Take a bow, Mya.
Mya gets to her feet and skips around the ring celebrating.
Sweeny : She's a fucking fruit loop.
(“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.)
Brody : And we're about to get underway. And i can't wait.
Sweeny : You've got a hard on for Stevenson, haven't you?
Brody : And!
Sweeny : Wait! What?
The referee calls for the bell to be rung and almost right away Jessica runs at Stevenson, who takes her to the canvas with a stiff clothesline. But being a Jones, it doesn't keep Jessica off her feet for very long and she's right back on her feet and charging Stevenson hitting a scissors kick to his left knee, causing him to wince and buckle. Jessica grabs his arm and pulls him to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes. Bouncing off them, Drew runs at Jessica and hits a float over DDT. Her dome crashing to the canvas, as Stevenson kips straight to his feet and mounts Jessica delivering a flurry of hard right and left handers to the head of Jones who puts her guard up, attempting to stop him.
Sweeny : Bet you wish Stevenson was mounting you, don't you Brody?
Brody : At least he's mounting Jessica. I'll bet you'll be knocking one off over her tonight.
Sweeny : Damn you, Brody.
Stevenson locks in a side arm triangle choke hold onto Jessica who yells out in agony, as Stevenson tightens his grip on her. The referee drops to the canvas to check on Jessica, making sure she doesn't tap out. And she doesn't and begins to manoeuvre herself out, pulling her arm free as Stevenson gets to his feet and wraps his arms around her waist and connects with a sidewalk back breaker right onto his knee, into the small of her back as she rolls off Stevenson and on to the canvas.
Sweeny : Drew's building up ahead of steam, you must love that, Brody?
Brody : Fuck off!
Drew's walks over to Jones and hits a few knee strikes to the back of her head. Before dropping to the canvas and locking in a sleeper hold, as the referee drops to his knees and checks on Jessica. Gradually she struggles to keep her eyes open, as the referee lifts her arm and lets it drop to the canvas.
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Lifting her arm again, he drops it. But Jessica manages to lift it back up before it hits the ground.
Brody : Stevenson tactically taking Jessica to the canvas. A skilled technician this man is.
Sweeny : Bet you'd love him to take you down to the canvas...
Brody : SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!
Sweeny : Touchy!! Truth hurts don't it?
Brody : I swear to god, i'm going to kill you one day.
The referee orders Drew to release the sleeper on Jessica. Getting back to his feet, Drew bends down and grabs Jessica and pulls her to her feet. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he executes a perfect belly to belly suplex, which flings her across the other side of the ring. Drew looks out onto the crowd and surprisingly Jones is almost back to her feet. Stevenson turns around and Jones runs at him hitting a Lightning Spiral, taking Drew to the canvas.
Brody : Just when Drew thought he was in control. That's why Jessica is as good as people say she is.
Sweeny : Even though i'm not a fan of either or technical wrestling in general, this match has been pretty entertaining.
Jones doesn't waste one moment and pulls Drew to his feet and locks him up and readies him for a capture suplex, as Drew's body slams against the canvas, Jessica hitting that capture suplex perfectly. Drew gets to his feet and Jessica runs at the ropes and jumps onto the middle rope and somehow catches Stevenson with an Asai DDT. Scurrying up, she runs over to Drew and drops to hook his leg for a cover.
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Nooooo...
Stevenson manages to kick out, as Jessica sits up and smirks.
Brody : Jones almost got the win there. Drew has had a hard introduction to life in the Motor City.
Sweeny : Really? Laymon and now Jones. C'mon Brody, head out of ass.
Rolling Drew onto his stomach, Jessica makes a play for his ankles, grabbing both of them before pulling them into his back as Jessica tries the "Haas Of Pain" bending Drew's body as the referee drops to the canvas and checks on Drew, who's contorting his face. Jessica tightens her grip and applies the pressure especially on Drew's left knee as the referee looks to see if he wants to quit, but he's having none of it and shakes his head.
Brody : I'm not sure how much Stevenson can take off this. Jones is really punishing his bad left knee.
Sweeny : He does look in a sorry state, hopefully this won't take much longer now.
Stevenson is desperately pulling himself towards the ropes, but Jessica has other ideas and releases the hold. But only to grab the legs of Stevenson and drag him back into the center of the ring. She rolls him over, but he kicks Jones in the face with his good leg. Taking a step backwards allowing Drew to gain his composure and stand on his feet, Jones comes running back at him, but Drew scoops her up and hits a snap power slam, putting her on the canvas as he regains his bearings.
Sweeny : Desperation move by Stevenson. I honestly thought he was about to tap out.
Brody : He's made of harder stuff, Sweeny.
Sweeny : And i bet you'd like that hard stuff in you, wouldn't you?
Brody : Stop it, just stop it.
Drew hobbles over to Jones and pulls her to her feet, hooking her in the STO, before planting her back down to the canvas. Without a seconds thought, he floats over and hooks her leg, as the referee administers the count.
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2...
Noooo. Jessica Jones kicks out and the referee holds up two fingers to the crowd. Sitting up, Drew thought he had Jones there, but it wasn't to be. Getting to his feet, again he pulls Jessica to her feet and irish whips her into the ropes. As she bounces off the ropes and comes running back at Stevenson, he shifts and hits "Heir To The Throne" sending Jessica crashing back down to the canvas. And yet again Drew doesn't hesitate and hooks Jessica's leg, as the referee drops to the canvas.
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3.... Nooooo. Jessica at the last second gets her shoulder up.
Brody : Stevenson's fighting back and almost got the win on Jessica Jones there.
Sweeny : If he doesn't finish her off soon, it could bite him in the ass. Just like Steven would love to do.
Drew gets to his feet and drags Jessica up with him, but she connects with an uppercut clean on Drew's chin, knocking him backwards. Jessica springs to her feet and hits "Our Lady Of Sorrows" pile-driving Drew's cranium right into the canvas.
Brody : What a move. Jessica has pulled out all the stops. Could she nick this one?
Sweeny : I hope so, i'm bored.
Jessica drops to the canvas and hooks his leg.
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3.....
Ben Watson : The winner of this match due to a pinfall victory... THE ARCHANGEL.... JESSICA JONES....
Brody : Drew Stevenson was once again so close to picking up a victory. I'm sure it's not going to take him much longer. He's a talented individual.
Sweeny : I've seen better.
Ringside
(The first chords of "Blank Space" by Taylor swift begins to play over the PA system...)
Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?
(Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage, wearing a sheath column scoop neck short mini dress with purple sparkly sequins. Her feet are encased in black open toe high heel pumps. A wide grin is etched across her face as she takes in the loud ovation from the fans, cheering her return to Detroit.)
Sweeny : She gets hotter and hotter every time i see her.
Brody : She has blossomed.
Glory Braddock : DETROIT!!! It's good to be back.
Hearing those words, the crowd go absolutely mental.
Glory Braddock : Have to say my return was a bit of a mad one, wasn't it! The masked attackers revealing themselves to be Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest. With Trinity Street at the forefront. I've been here before and normally it doesn't end well. But i'm not out here to discuss them or their return. I'm here to discuss the Rayne Young situation.
The crowd begin a "We want Rayne" chant, as Glory smiles.
Glory Braddock : And that's what i want. MCW isn't quite ready for it to have no Rayne Young in the squared circle. So Rayne, i know you're watching and i know we're not the best of friends. But i want what's best for MCW and right in this moment, that includes you.
The Joe Louis is rocking as Glory continues her speech.
Glory Braddock : Can you hear these people Rayne? They need you, MCW needs you. But for tonight, as your not here. Tonight's triple threat is now a singles match, between Eddy Poe and Mya Denton. Because i know Duane Jacobs isn't going to come out here and make the decisions.
"We takin' over" roars over the PA system as the crowd boo intense and with venom like we've never witnessed here in MCW before. Malakai walks down the ramp, flanked by Whitecloud, Eric Sailes and Steve Silveroak. Malakai and Whitecloud enter the ring as the other three guard the ring. Glory grins as Malakai grabs a microphone and begins to address her.
Malakai Laymon : I'm so sorry, Glory. Last time i checked me and Whitecloud here were in charge, not you. I have no idea why Duane hired you in the first place, but that's easily rectified.... YOU'RE FIRED!!!! And you're wrong, MCW doesn't need nor want Rayne. He's made his decision. And whilst it's disappointing that we couldn't witness his demise first hand, it was our ultimate goal.
Malakai passes the microphone to Whitecloud.
Whitecloud : Tonight Rayne Young has shown his true colours. He claims to love this pitiful excuse of a company. Yet he runs at the first sniff of trouble. All those sob stories i've been hearing since i "died" it's pathetic, it truly is. I don't want to see MCW thrive, neither does Malakai. We want to crush it. Strip it bare and sell it off piece by piece. So Glory, you might want to start escorting yourself out. Otherwise it could get nasty.
Glory smirks as she listens to Malakai and Whitecloud.
Glory Braddock : Listen here boys, i'm not going anywhere. And you sure as hell can't fire me.
Malakai looks at Whitecloud as they both burst into laughter.
Malakai : I can't fire you, i think i just did.
Glory shakes her head, before responding.
Glory Braddock : No, no you can't. It's in the fine print of my contract. A clause my attorneys had inserted, to which Duane Jacobs signed off on it.
Brody : Good, don't let these bastards run this great company into the ground.
Sweeny : Shouldn't have said that. I think the bosses heard that.
Brody : Good. I hope they fuck off and soon.
Malakai and Whitecloud don't look best pleased as they talk amongst one another, before Whitecloud continues where Glory left off.
Whitecloud : We'll have our attorneys look over it, before we decide where to go next. But in the mean time, if i can't fire you, we have the need to fire someone.
Putting his fingers to his lips, he looks at Malakai and nods.
Whitecloud : So it's with great excitement that i can say, Steven Brody... YOU'RE FIRED!!!!
Sweeny : What the fuck??
Sweeny looks at Brody, who looks at Whitecloud and Malakai in the ring laughing their asses off. Brody takes off his announcement gear and gets to his feet as the crowd chant "Don't go BRODY" he straightens himself up and walks into the ring and begins berating Whitecloud and Malakai, but Glory steps in and intervenes preventing him from hurting himself.
Malakai and Whitecloud chuckle to one another as Sailes, Silveroak join Cloud and Malakai in the ring. They look at one another and nod in agreement.
Sweeny : This isn't going to end well at all.
Sailes and Silveroak attack Glory smashing her to the canvas with a elbow to the back of the head, followed by a knee to the face. Glory manages to get to her feet and fires off a couple of uppercuts, but the numbers game is too much as Whitecloud drops Glory hard with a Tomahawk Drop right into the canvas.
The four men stand side by side looking down over Glory Braddock and turn their attentions towards Steven Brody who's holding his hands up as 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, before grabbing one of the microphones on the canvas.
Jacob Laymon : Malakai, Whitecloud, it's been a LONG TIME since we've been face to face. I've heard the rumours, the whispers, that i aligned myself with Malakai and Whitecloud. You see you've had all our numbers recently. You've driven away the coward that is Rayne Young from MCW, even after that "inspiring" speech he put to me and Kirsta a few weeks back. You might've driven Rayne away, but boys you won't drive me away. And eventually the fine folks of MCW will realise just which side i'm truly on. And when they do, maybe we can eradicate this rodent problem we've got. So without further adieu, the war starts now.
The crowd begin cheering as Jacob with microphone in hand cracks Silveroak over the head dropping him, before taking Sailes down with a huge clothesline. He turns around and drops Whitecloud with a thunderous boot right between his eyes and turns around only to be met with a huge spear from his brother Malakai, which stops his fruitful attempt. Malakai mounts his brother and reigns down left and rights with brutality, as Silveroak gets to his feet as does Sailes and they begin attacking Steven Brody taking him down to the canvas, as Whitecloud joins in with Malakai and they begin relentlessly attacking him.
The crowd begin a "We Want Rayne" chant. A furious Whitecloud grabs one of the fallen microphones.
Whitecloud : Chant all you want, you idiots. He's not coming back. And MCW will fall at our feet, piece by piece. We're going to savour this. All the way to the end.
Whitecloud cracks the microphone right across the forehead of Glory Braddock who began getting to her feet.
Sweeny : Holy shit. Steven Brody is no longer by my side folks. And all out war has commenced. It looks like the future of Motor City Wrestling is hanging on life support.
Priest vs. Jackie Daniels
The lights dim as the fans cheer in unison. As Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the pa system, purple lighting fills the arena as the guitars kick in.
Dead as dead can be
My doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my perfect enemy
As pyros hit the stage, Priest steps onto the stage to a loud ovation from the crowd. With his opponent looking on, Priest just glares at them and looks on.
Wake up and face me
Don't play dead cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
Ben Watson: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing 328lbs, Priest
Walking towards the ring, Priest never takes his eyes off of his opponent who is still waiting anxiously in the ring.
Leaning over you here
Cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection
Of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become my perfect enemy
At this point, Priest is at the ring steps, he slowly raises his hands and the lights in the arena magically come on. Stepping into the ring, Priest goes to a neutral corner.
Sweeny : To me it looks like Priest has been reborn. He's been focused and determined as of late.
Ben Watson : And his opponent, from El Paso, Texas, Jackie Daniels.
Fire It Up by Black Label Society hits the pa system as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction. As Jackie steps on stage she taunts the crowd as she makes her way toward ringside. Halfway to the ring, two figures in hoods follow her as she climbs in the ring.
Sweeny : I don't know the hell these guys are, but it appears as if Priest has a fight on his hands.
As the ref signals for the bell to ring, both superstars circle the ring. Trying to find some leverage, Jackie tries to take Priest down, but Priest counters with a kick to the gut. Grabbing Jackie, Priest launches her with ease to a corner. Looking to the crowd, Priest gets a running head start but Jackie counters with a kick to the face. Bouncing off the ropes, Jackie attempts a clothesline, but Priest counters with one of his own sending Jackie down hard to the canvas.
Sweeny : So far, Priest has been dominant in this match up. It's like looking at a whole new person. This Priest we're looking at is focused and determined.
With Jackie down, Priest raises his arm for a choke-slam, but Jackie rolls away quickly to the outside. Trying to grab her, Jackie pulls Priest's legs bringing the big man to the outside. With Priest momentarily dazed, Jackie starts to drive her forearms into back of Priest's neck. Grabbing Priest, Jackie attempts to irish whip him to the barricade but, Priest reverses it and it is Jackie who goes into the barricade hard.
Sweeny : Oh my god, that was a hard shot from Priest. Jackie could be hurt right now. This is the Priest we've all wanted to see for years.
As the ref continues his ten count, Priest rolls into the ring and back out to stop the count. Grabbing Jackie, Priest rolls her back into the ring. Grabbing Jackie's arm, Priest wrenches it hard in preparation for one of his signature moves. Dragging her to a corner, Priest shows athleticism as he scales the top rope. Jumping off, Priest drives his forearm into Jackie's back knocking her back down to the canvas. Getting up slowly, Priest gets a running head start and clotheslines her back out of the ring.
Sweeny : Priest is vicious tonight. He hasn't given Jackie a chance to breathe since the bell rang. You gotta wonder what Rayne Young and Kirsta Lewis are thinking if they're watching this backstage.
As the ref begins to count Jackie out, Priest waits for her to get on the apron. Measuring her, Priest let's out a growl and delivers a leg drop causing Jackie to wince in pain. Rolling back into the ring, Priest makes the first cover of the match.
1...
2...
Jackie Daniels kicks out!
Sweeny : I thought Jackie was done there.
Grabbing Jackie, Priest drags her to a corner and begins to punch her like a man obsessed. Grabbing her again, Priest irish whips her to the ropes and grabs her throat hard. Attempting a chokeslam, Priest lifts her up but Jackie counts with a DDT bringing some relief on her part. Staying on the offence, Jackie begins laying haymakers to Priest's skull. Grabbing Priest, Jackie takes him between the ropes and begins to choke him as the ref begins to warn her. Breaking on the four count, Jackie bounces off the ropes and delivers a sleeper sleeper slam keeping the big man grounded. Going for a quick cover, Jackie hooks the leg.
1...
2....
Priest kicks out!
Sweeny : Smart strategy by Daniels, if Priest is grounded he can't utilize any of his power moves.
Getting Priest in a front face lock, Jackie attempts to wear the big man down. Cinching in the move, the ref asks Priest if he wants to quit and he shakes his no. Bouncing off the ropes, Jackie delivers a senton bomb followed by a cover.
1...
2..
Priest kicks out!
Sweeny : This has been a back and forth contest so far. No one has the advantage at this point, but don't count either one out just yet.
Not giving Priest the chance to recover, Jackie grabs Priest and whips him to the ropes. Attempting a clothesline, Priest ducks and on the way back, they have the same idea and deliver a double clothesline knocking each other out. With both superstars down, the ref begins his ten count.
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Priest is up first as the crowd cheers. As Jackie slowly gets up, Waiting for Jackie to get up, Priest clutches her throat and delivers a choke slam to perfection.
Sweeny : CHOKE SLAM! THAT'S GOT TO BE IT!
Going for the cover, Priest hooks the leg.
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2.....
Jackie kicks out!
Sweeny : I don't believe it. Jackie kicked out of a Priest choke slam.
Giving the cut throat signal, Priest signals that the match is over. Priest grabs her and pulls Jackie to her feet, but she drills him in the sternum with a hard knee, before planting him on the canvas with a huge "Angels Suicide".
Sweeny : I never realized Jackie was this tough or good.
Jackie shakes the cobwebs out of her system and rushes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Looking out onto the crowd with a huge grin she flies through the air hitting Priest cleanly with the "Daniels Splash".. Holding her stomach she rolls over and hooks his leg for the count..
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Sweeny : That's it. Jackie Daniels has slayed the monster.
Ben Watson : The winner of this match via pinfall.... THE SWEET SOUTHERN COMFORT.... JACKIE DANIELS...
The referee walks over and raises Jackie's arm in victory as the crowd cheer, but the happiness is short lived as Priest gets up and attacks her from behind. The two hooded figures from earlier remove their hoods and slide into the ring and double team Priest, allowing Jackie to recover.
Sweeny : That's Mark Dela Vega and her twin brother, Jack. They've come to the rescue.
Jackie's back to her feet and joins in and stomps the living hell out of Priest. After a few moments those cheers turn to furious boos as Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Trinity hit the ring. Immediately all four set upon Mark and Jack and begin pummelling them. Jackie sees what's going on and goes to help, but she's overpowered as they continue their onslaught towards them.
Whitecloud hits a Tomahawk drop onto Jackie as Sailes and Silveroak throw Mark Dela Vega and Jack out of the ring. Leaving Jackie prone-less and at the mercy of Trinity Street.
Trinity : Rayne, come out, come out, wherever you are?
The crowd begin chanting Rayne's name seemingly to no avail.
Trinity : Rayne, i know you're watching and listening. So take this in. Two weeks ago i rightfully beat you and claimed MY MCW World Championship. At Purgatory you got lucky, we allowed you to win the Championship. We knew after your children, it's what you held dear. Stop being a coward Rayne. I knew you had little balls, but i didn't realise how little till tonight. You rolled over and let us destroy you. And it's going to be easy pickings destroying what's left to stand in our way. Nothing can stop me, nothing can stop us. It's time to heed my warning. You're either with us or you'll get destroyed. So Rayne, i hope you're watching this.
Trinity drops the microphone and takes a few steps back and sizes Jackie up.
Sweeny : Oh god no. This could be career ending right here.
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."
The crowd go nuts, as Trinity abandons Jackie as she, Whitecloud, Sailes and Silveroak look out to the stage. However after a few moments, Rayne doesn't appear as the lights come back on and the music dies down.
Trinity : Oh come on Rayne, that was lame. I guess you're quite happy to watch as i take Jackie's head off?
With Jackie on her knees, Trinity takes a step back and runs at her, connecting with a ferocious roundhouse kick right to Jackie's temple. Upon impact, Jackie just falls flat onto the canvas. Mark Dela Vega and Jack slide back into the ring, but Priest chokeslams Jack to the canvas, as Sailes puts Mark to the canvas with a powerful "Talons Grasp". Trinity stands over Jackie, throwing the World Championship over her shoulder. As Whitecloud struts over and raises her arm, as they all celebrate their decimation over Jackie, Jack and Mark Dela Vega.
Sweeny : Well i'll be damned. I don't envisage anyone stopping this dominant force. I've been here from the start, seen all types of groups and people in power. But these guys, they've got me worried for the future. I truly don't see anyone stopping them. Motor City Wrestling, the future is looking bleak.
Backstage
Sitting behind her desk, we see Glory Braddock licking her wounds after being brutally attacked by Malakai and Co. Hearing a knock on her door, she shouts for them to come in. And walking in holding his ribs, is Jacob Laymon as Glory stands up and walks around her table and greets Jacob with a firm handshake.
Glory Braddock : Jacob, it's good to see you again. It's a shame it's under such difficult circumstance.
Jacob takes a seat, as does Glory.
Jacob Laymon : Yeah it's not been a great couple of weeks. This company has been shaken to the core and after being involved and witnessing what went down just now, it's got me worried.
Glory Braddock : That makes two of us, Jacob. They've got the numbers and most of the power, but that's never stopped us before.
Jacob Laymon : The only chink of light in this company, is you being our General Manager. And Duane did one good thing in not only hiring you, but agreeing to that clause in your contract. I'm starting to get sick of them running ragged over MCW and threatening to rip it down to it's bare bones.
Glory Braddock : And they probably will do, Jacob. But is that why you're here this evening?
Jacob Laymon : No. I want to know what or if, there's anything you or we, can do to put a spanner in the works. Rayne's tucked his tail and ran like the coward i thought he was.
Glory Braddock : Jacob, Rayne is a lot of things, but i've never thought of him as a coward. I'm hoping he sees the light soon. Very soon.
Jacob Laymon : I don't really care to be honest. It'll be better if he stays away. We can fight these bastards properly and get the job done ourselves. So i want to re-negotiate my contract with you? I want the same "Can't be fired" clause in mine. Because with what i've got planned for these bastards, they might want to fire me on the spot.
Jacob smiles at Glory, who smiles back.
Glory Braddock : Well the clause will take a bit of time and doing. But in the mean time there is something we can do.
A huge grin comes over Glory's face, as Jacob leans forward in his seat.
Jacob Laymon : Do tell?
Glory Braddock : Well with Trinity being our World Champion. And Rayne not being here to invoke his rematch. It leaves me with the decision to appoint a contender to her crown. So at Deliverance, we're going to see Trinity Street defend her MCW World Championship in a Hell In The Cell.
Jacob Laymon : That's all well and good, but who's going to face her.
Glory Braddock : Well we've got a clutch of MCW alumni here. And a great clutch of new guys. But they haven't been here long enough to earn that shot, yet. So let's throw a spanner in the works of this "Coalition" shall we. Trinity Street will defend against Priest.
Jacob looks slightly disappointed.
Glory Braddock : And Jacob Laymon in a Triple Threat Match inside that unforgiving steel.
Jacob looks up and beams a smile.
Jacob Laymon : You're a genius, Glory.
Glory Braddock : I learnt from the best, Jacob. But it comes at a price.
He raises an eyebrow.
Glory Braddock : If you want to face Trinity and Priest for the title, you'll have to relinquish your Motor City Championship. I don't want you double booked in any Pay Per View if you're a double champion.
Jacob runs his hand over his bald head, taking a moment to think it through.
Jacob Laymon : As proud as i am to be the MCW Motor City Champion. I would love another crack at the World Championship. I agree.
Jacob stands to his feet and shakes Glory's hand, agreeing to the terms.
Glory Braddock : Well that's settled then. At Deliverance, it will be Trinity, Priest and you in a Triple Threat Match for the World Championship. Goodluck Jacob, it's going to be a tall order.
Jacob Laymon : It's not going to be a walk in the park by any means, but i'm confidant. Thank Glory, i'm going to let you get on with other business.
Once again they shake hands, as Jacob takes his exit from Glory's office. Leaving her alone.
Glory Braddock : Let's hope this doesn't backfire.
Ringside
Sweeny : Holy shit! Huge news. Trinity has to defend her World Championship against Priest and Jacob Laymon. Inside a Hell of a Cell. Brody, huge, huge news.... Brody.... Oh shit... Well with that said, let's move on shall we.
As the camera pans around to Ben Watson. Sweeny can be heard saying "I miss that douchebag."
Eddy Poe vs. Mya Denton
Ben Watson : This match is now scheduled for one fall. And introducing first, weighing in at 110lbs..... MYA DENTON.....
Sweeny : My first ever match without Brody by my side, this is going to be weird.
"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 get's to the ring she steps inside after wiping her feet on the apron and then sitting on the middle rope.
Sweeny : And i have to say, she's looking good. Crazy, but good.
"Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed rips through the P.A System as Eddy Poe casually walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Sweeny : And this guy is an absolute joke. He's come into MCW and done nothing. He's not worthy of a contract here and hopefully, Mya will show him up.
The referee rings the bell as soon as Poe stands to his feet and Mya Denton wastes little time and runs and connects with "Demented" right to the temple of Poe, who drops to the canvas. Mya is up to her feet and drags Poe up with her and doesn't hang about and locks in the "Cra-Cra" and after a few seconds, Eddy Poe begins tapping.
Ben Watson : Your winner by Submission... MYA.... DENTON....
Sweeny : Wow, i don't think anyone saw this happening. Mya Denton has defeated Eddy Poe in a record twelve seconds. Take a bow, Mya.
Mya gets to her feet and skips around the ring celebrating.
Sweeny : She's a fucking fruit loop.
Backstage
A furious Malakai is throwing all sorts of objects around his office, as Whitecloud tries to calm him down.
Malakai Laymon : who the fuck does she think she is? Making such a high profile match and stacking the odds against Trinity? And looking over her contract, she's right. That idiot Duane not only granted her a "No Fired" clause, but it's also been inserted that any decisions or matches she makes can't be overturned or altered without her say so. Duane's really fucked us over. And you said he'd be perfect for this.
Whitecloud : Firstly calm down, brother. There's always a way around things. And Trinity hasn't got the odds stacked against her. Priest is in that match as well. Jacob is the one that's up against it.
Malakai : Come on Whitecloud, lets be honest. We've only got Priest in this faction because of his size and strength. Talent wise, he's not World Championship material. Until we dismantle this company from top to bottom, we need Trinity to be the focal point of MCW. The face. The Champion. Not Priest, not Jacob Laymon.
Hearing a knock on the door, Whitecloud walks over and opens it and lets Trinity in first, followed by Priest. Whitecloud ushers them over towards Malakai, as he stands before both of them, preparing to speak.
Malakai : Before i say what i'm about to say. I need you to understand, both of you. This does not affect our goal. Our team. I need you both to know and understand that. Personal goals are good, but our aim is to ultimately destroy this pathetic excuse of a company, once we've made enough money to retire.
Trinity : Malakai, whatever it is, please just spit it out.
Malakai : Glory Braddock has made a match for Deliverance. You're going to be defending your MCW World Championship inside of a Hell In The Cell against Jacob Laymon.
Trinity shakes her head, not believing what he's just uttered.
Trinity : Please tell me this is a joke? I've already beaten Jacob. I've showed everyone on this roster i'm the best this company has to offer. And she serves me up another old has been? So be it, i'll quite happily put him out to pasture just like i've done with Rayne Young.
Malakai scratches his head, as he prepares to tell Trinity something else.
Malakai : Well that's not all, Trinity. She's added Priest into the mix. You're defending against Jacob and Priest.
Trinity : WHAT!!!!
Priest grins from ear to ear, glad he's getting a chance at the MCW World Championship.
Priest : Best news i've heard all year. And Trinity, look at it this way. At least the World Championship will be staying in our camp. All be it, around my waist, not yours.
Trinity doesn't hesitate and faces up with Priest as Whitecloud steps in between the two.
Trinity : Really? You couldn't beat Jackie Daniels, how on earth do you expect to beat me?
Trinity grins as she glares at Priest, who shows no emotion and not taking his eyes of her.
Priest : Every dog has their day, Trinity. You had yours two weeks ago.
Malakai : GUYS!! Please, this is what they want. They want to divide us. Now i understand you both have personal goals, but you'll have to put them to one side until our mission is complete. Once that's done, not only will you be handsomely rewarded. But whatever company we build from the funds that MCW is creating for us, you two can have first shot at that World Championship. But i need you two to work together, not against one another.
Trinity : Whatever!
With that Trinity turns on her heels and walks out the ring, brushing past Whitecloud on her way out. Malakai looks at Priest and nods at him, but Priest shrugs his shoulders as he turns his back and walks out the room. Whitecloud turns to Malakai.
Whitecloud : This needs to be nipped in the bud. And nipped quickly. Otherwise one of those two will implode and we'll be a lot weaker.
Malakai : Like i said, Trinity will win. Priest is all brawn, he doesn't have half the talent Trinity does.
Ringside
Sweeny : Jesus christ, it's lonely out here on my own. But it looks like Glory has devised her own little plan. And it already seems to be working. Maybe all isn't lost for Motor City Wrestling.
Backstage
Glory is watching on her TV in her office, with the biggest smirk etched across her face.
Glory Braddock : Ladies and Gentlemen, with my announcement earlier concerning the MCW World Championship. It means that Jacob will be relinquishing his MCW Motor City Championship. So that obviously gives some of the MCW roster a chance at such a prestigious championship. But who exactly? You see we have a very impressive roster, but who truly deserves a shot. So i'm going to go ahead and name the participants i deem deserving.
Our General Manager composes herself before carrying on addressing the MCW World.
Glory Braddock : So at Deliverance, competing for the right to become Motor City Champion. It's going to be Tommy Cook vs. Drew Stevenson vs. Cassandra Mason. Many people make question my decision and let them. But i'm confident these three will put on a truly spectacular match and make a damn good Motor City Champion.
Before Glory could continue talking, her office door is flung open and in walks a furious Trinity Street. Who gets up, close and personal with Glory.
Trinity : Who the hell do you think you are, Glory. Making a match like that, you're not the boss.
Glory holds up a finger, stopping Trinity mid-flow.
Glory Braddock : Correction. I am your boss. Decision has been made and is final. It's happening, Trinity. You can come in here all guns blazing and you can even try getting physical with me, it won't work. And it certainly won't help. Your owners might be doing what's good for them and intent on destroying this place. But i intend to fight them every inch and do what's best for this company. And that includes having it's Champions defend their titles at Deliverance.
Trinity clenches her fists and looks at Glory.
Glory Braddock : I would advise against that, Trinity.
Trinity : Why? You think you've got what it takes to actually take me on, Glory!
Glory Braddock : I know so, Trinity. So i suggest you back yourself up out of here, before i strip you off that World Championship.
Trinity : This is far from over, Glory.
Trinity backs up and smiles as Glory waves her off.
Backstage
On his way to the curtains, Tommy Cook is patiently waiting when Drew Stevenson comes into shot as Cook calls him over.
Tommy Cook : Over here mate.
Drew looks at him, wondering whether or not to go over. And finally decides what damage can it do.
Drew Stevenson : Hello. What can i do for you?
Tommy runs his hand through his slicked hair.
Tommy Cook : Nothing much. Just thought i'd say hi, considering we're going to be up close and personal very soon at Deliverance. Where i intend to keep you on this losing streak you've got going now. What is it now, 0-2 in MCW. 0-3 overall since your comeback.
Tommy says with an arrogant tone.
Drew Stevenson : I'm not worried, but you should be. I've got 11 HOF rings. Numerous World Championships, my time will come. And it's fitting it'll be at Deliverance. So i suggest you think less about me and concentrate on your upcoming match. Hate for you to head into Deliverance on a losing streak as well.
Stevenson retorts back with a confident tone in his voice, but Cook just shrugs and cracks Stevenson with a "Pull No Punches" and he hits the concrete hard, as Cook stands over him laughing.
Tommy Cook : Fucking Yanks. See you soon, pal. Your technical game is shit.
Ringside
Sweeny : Well this is becoming a clusterfuck of a company. That's two huge matches our General Manager has made for Deliverance. Not our bosses, but our General Manager. It seems like she's in charge at this moment. And now it's time for our hugely anticipated Tag Team Match. Ben, take it away.
Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time.... This match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first....
The arena goes dark, the soft tones of the intro to ‘Do you Realize’ is heard over the PA system. Throughout the arena, mobile phones are held high in the air, making it a specular, atmospheric sight.
“Do you realize that, you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize, we’re floating in space?
Do you realize that happiness makes you cry?
Do you realize that everyone you know… someday will die?”
The lights in the arena flicker and then snap on brighter than ever before, as pyrotechnics explode from the rampway. The dramatic chorus of the song kicks in as Jason and Willow step out onto the stage and look out over the fans, both looking focused on what they need to do
Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, currently on their way to the ring. Willow Wilkes, Jason King… CREATION!!!
With a nod to each other, Jason and Willow start the walk down ramp and towards the ring.
“Do you realize that everyone you know, someday, will die?
Jason and Willow reach the ring, Jason sliding under the bottom rope as Willow climbs the steps. Jason then sits on the middle rope, which allows Willow to enter the ring, with her arm aloft. Jason puts his arm around her waist, as she rests her hands on his shoulder. Sparks fall like rain behind them as finally a smile forms on both of their faces.
Sweeny : Jason King, you lucky sonuvabitch. Wilkes is all kinds of hotness.
Ben Watson : And introducing their opponents....
The lights go out and “Fabuless” by Stone Sour hits the speakers. The room remains dark for a moment before a pop of pyros go off above the big screen and as the stage lights rise, Tommy Cook stands in the middle of the stage, a sinister grin on his face which shows off the gum shield in his mouth. As the lyrics kick in, Tommy begins to walk down the ramp, now one hundred percent focused on the ring.
Ben Watson : From Birmingham, England; weighing two hundred and seven pounds… TOMMY COOK!
With a minimum of fuss, Tommy shrugs off his jacket and drops it at the bottom of the ramp before quickly sliding into the ring. He walks to the ropes on the far side of the ring and grabs the top rope, pulling back on it before spinning and leaning back into the corner, resting his arms on the top rope on either side of him as he grins once again, waiting for the start of the match.
Ben Watson : And his partner for the evening... From Boston, MA... CASSANDRA MASON!!!
"The Devil's Calling" by Parkway Drive plays as two muscular men carrying a flat bed with a throne on top, sitting on the throne is none other than Cassandra Mason. She is greeted by a chorus of boos. She doesn't allow the disdain from the crowd to dampen her mood as the men known as her Blood Knights stop at the ring apron. She stands up to slingshot herself into the ring. She walks over to the turnbuckle, slinks down and stares into the abyss. The two men go walk over to her corner to give words of encouragement as her music fades out.
Sweeny : And here we go.
Cook and Mason look at one another and nod, as they launch themselves at Wilkes and King and unleash a flurry of stiff right handers. Cook lands a stiff european uppercut onto King's chin, forcing him back. Cook moves towards King and wraps his arms around his body and hits a belly to belly suplex, sending King across the ring.
Mason is unleashing all her anger on Wilkes for spoiling her party two weeks ago. After a few right handers back and forth between the duo, Mason delivers a calf kick to Wilkes causing her to buckle somewhat. Mason runs at the ropes and bounces back at such a pace that Wilkes doesn't have chance to counter and she hits her with a missile dropkick sending Wilkes to the outside.
Sweeny : What a start to this Main Event. And the bell hasn't even been rung yet.
As Cook and Mason stand together in the ring, the referee finally calls for the bell to be rung. As Mason lets Cook go first as King gets to his feet and is fastest and hits an enzuigiri into the side of Cook's head, as he stutters around for a few moments. King however doesn't wait and drops Cook to the canvas with a big boot. Wilkes is back to her feet and standing in her corner clapping Jason, as he turns his attentions back to Tommy Cook. Grabbing a handful of hair, King pulls Cook to his feet and clasps his arms around his body belly to back suplex, spun out into a reverse STO as Cook's dome is planted firmly on the canvas. King kips to his feet and runs at the ropes, hitting them and coming back towards a downed Cook and flies into the air hitting a running leg drop right across the upper chest of Cook, forcing him to roll onto his front.
Sweeny : Jason King is looking like he's loving being back in MCW. He's on fire right now.
Walking over to his corner, he tags in Wilkes. However she just waits in her corner as Cook drags himself up and Mason leans over and tags herself in. Entering the ring, Wilkes and Mason look at one another and smile. And without hesitation they both run at each other, Mason does a baseball slide through Wilkes legs, before getting back to her feet and as Wilkes turns around and Mason brings her down to the canvas with a standing hurricanrana. Mason runs to the ropes and uses the momentum and flies through the air to hit a springboard crossbody onto the downed Willow Wilkes. But Wilkes wittingly puts her knees up, connecting with Mason's mid-section as she rolls of Wilkes holding her stomach in agony.
Sweeny : Cassie tried to go high risk and failed. She's stupidly handed control back to Willow and she's deadly.
Wilkes immediately gets to her feet and drags Cassie to hers, before unleashing a forearm shot to the face and putting her straight back on the canvas with a snap suplex and rolling over to quickly hook the leg of Mason...
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2....
Noooooo... Mason kicks out on two and Wilkes immediately gets to her feet and once more grabs Cassie to her feet and hits a jawbreaker onto her. Cassie staggers back but doesn't hit the canvas. Wilkes springs to her feet and out of nowhere Tommy Cook takes her head off with a powerful clothesline despite being the illegal man. Jason enters the ring and tries to intervene but the referee holds him back and ushers him out as Cook and Mason double team Wilkes for a few seconds, delivering a few kicks to the head and body.
It isn't long before Jason is back in his corner. And the referee grabs Cook and pushes him into his corner as Mason grabs Wilkes to her feet and goes for a DDT. But Wilkes overpowers her and throws her over body and onto the canvas. Wilkes runs at their corner and jumps into the air and hits a flying shining wizard right onto Cook, sending him crashing to the concrete on the outside.
Sweeny : This match is off the chart. So much energy and hate. It's awesome, if only Brody was here to commentate with me.
Wilkes turns around and Mason is up to her feet and running at Willow, who shifts and hits a running powerslam sending Mason crashing to the canvas. Immediately Willow hooks the leg of Cassie.
1..
2...
Noooo. Cassie won't be put away that easily as she kicks out at two. Wilkes bends down to pull Cassie to her feet, but Mason rolls her up into a schoolboy pin.
1...
2....
Noooo. Wilkes manages to kick out as Mason thought she sneaked the win.
Both women get to their feet simultaneously as they run at one another and Mason drops to the canvas and hits an arm-drag take-down, before locking in an arm bar. Applying the pressure as Willow refuses to quit and doesn't even look like she's in pain, instead just smiles. As Jason is going mad on the outside begging to be tagged in. Eventually Mason releases the hold and springs to her feet followed by Wilkes. Mason runs at her attempting a clothesline, but Willow counters and hoists her onto her back. Waiting a few moments, she drops Mason dangerously onto the canvas with a vertebreaker.
Sweeny : Oh shit, that's got to hurt.
Willow gets up and looks down at Mason, content with what she's done and walks over to her corner and tags in Jason. Climbing into the ring, he walks over to Cassie and drags her to her corner allowing Cook to tag himself in as they stand opposite one another, grinning from ear to ear. Cook casually walks over to King, the two engage in a heated debate before Cook cracks King right between the nose with a brutal headbutt, causing King to step back a few steps as his eyes sting.
Sweeny : That could be a broken nose right now. That fucking hurts.
Tommy scoops up King and hits a gutbuster right across his knee, followed by one more. Letting go of King who staggers around the ring holding his stomach. Cook runs over and hooks Jason up and hits him with an exploder suplex, sending him across the ring as Wilkes is in their corner shouting encouragement to Jason as Cook gives her a wink. Cook drops to his knee and wraps his arm around his throat, locking in a sleeper hold. But what the referee can't see is Cook biting Jason as his legs begin flailing. The referee walks around as Cook stops biting him and releases the hold, standing over King shrugging his shoulders at the referee indicating he done nothing wrong.
Willow has seen enough and runs into the ring, Tommy seeing her too late as Wilkes hits a swinging neckbreaker onto him as Cassie enters the ring and takes her down to the canvas with a headscissors takedown. King is back to his feet and grabs Mason and power bombs her right into the turnbuckle. Turning around and his attentions to Cook who's up and running at him and goes for the "Pull No Punches" but King swerves it and kicks Cook in the mid-section dropping him to his knees. With that Jason smiles and hits "Crowning Glory" as Cook's face collides with the canvas and King drops to hook the leg.
Sweeny : That must be it. What a shot.
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3..........
Sweeny : That's it, it's over. Jason King has won it for Creation...
Ben Watson : Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner via pinfall.... JASON KING AND WILLOW WILKES.... THE CREATION!!!!
Jason grabs Willow and picks her up and escorts her out the ring and begin walking up the ramp as they lift their arms in celebration, the crowd chanting for them. As Cassie stomps her feet as Cook begins getting to his.
Cassandra Mason isn't best pleased. She's hurling expletives at Tommy Cook who shakes his head as climbs to his knees. Shaking her head, she turns around and hits Cook with a high speed roundhouse kick taking him out and back down to the canvas.
Sweeny : Looks like we know who Cassie is blaming. And now with the news that these two will form two thirds of the Motor City Championship match at Deliverance. And folks, it's been a blast tonight. And unfortunately tonight i've lost my co-commentator, so it looks like it'll be just me back in two weeks. Till then folks, have a good one. Motor City Wrestling bids you farewell.
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