"Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games
We got everything you want honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find whatever you may need
If you got the money honey we got your disease
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed
Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed but it's the price to pay
And you're a very sexy girl that's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights but you won't get there for free
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
Ooh, I want to hear you scream
Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day
Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle where we play
If you hunger for what you see you'll take it eventually
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
In the jungle, welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees
I want to watch you bleed
And when you're high you never ever want to come down
So down, so down, so down, yeah
You know where you are?
You're down in the jungle baby, you're gonna dieee
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
In the jungle welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to you
Its gonna bring you down, ha!!"
A thundering of pyrotechnics light up the arena as Mayhem hits the air, 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 "Come back, Rayne" and "Stay dead Whitecloud" before spinning around to an advertisement for Deliverance, before finally landing on the announce team of Michael Sweeny.
Sweeny : Ladies and Gentlemen, unfortunately for you and me. It's just me doing the job again this week. Two weeks ago, Steven Brody was unceremoniously fired from his job.
(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?
Sweeny : And here's our General Manager, hopefully she'll have some clarification as to what's happening.
(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. She hasn't got her normal grin etched across her face as she takes in the loud ovation from the fans, cheering her into the ring.)
Glory Braddock : Two weeks ago, Malakai, Whitecloud and his goons tried to fire me. It backfired spectacularly.
A huge chorus of cheers erupt as she mentions Malakai's underhanded tactics.
Glory Braddock : But what he didn't fail in, was firing our very own Steven Brody.
The MCW chime in with a huge "WE WANT BRODY" chant as Glory continues to address the sold out arena.
Glory Braddock : He's been a stalwart of Motor City Wrestling. He and Sweeny were hired by Anthony Wallace and his associate, Whitecloud. They've both been here from day dot. They're more synonymous with MCW than me, Jacob, Whitecloud, Rayne, anyone. But i've tried my hardest to get Steven Brody back into his commentating seat, but so far he's refused every offer i've put to him. Obviously i can't reverse the decision of our "Boss" but i can make my own and there's not a damn thing he and his goons can do about it.
"We Takin Over" rips through the P.A System here at the Joe Louis Arena, as the crowd boos venomously towards Malakai, Whitecloud who walk out on stage grinning from ear to ear. Followed by Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak & Priest. They make their way towards the ring, but they stop in their tracks at ringside. Malakai speaks first.
Malakai : Is that so, Glory? You see despite Duane's inept attempt at doing his job properly. He's allowed to be suckered and thus has granted you certain powers. Touché. But despite my hands being tied in some aspects of not being able to over-turn your decisions, i can however make yours and those who stand by your side, i can make your lives a misery here. And i intend on doing so, Glory.
Glory holds up a finger to her lips, signalling for Malakai to be quiet.
Glory Braddock : You know what, Malakai. Shut the hell up. No one on this planet wants to listen to what you've got to say. Not even your idiotic minions. You might think two weeks ago attacking me, firing Brody was a smart thing to do. I bet you thought it'd silence me, make me crawl under the rock i came from, right?
Malakai nods his head, smiling.
Glory Braddock : WRONG!!!
Glory shouts at the top of her voice, as a worried look comes over Malakai who nervously looks to Whitecloud who doesn't show any emotion what so ever.
Glory Braddock : I might be the General Manager here. And you might think with that title, i should be held to a higher standard than those of the roster. You thought wrong. You fight me, Malakai. I'll fight back. You attack me, i'll attack twice as hard back. I haven't earned what i've earned here in Motor City Wrestling, by being a little pussy. That's your expertise. No, i've fought everything head on. And nine times out ten, i've won. So you, Whitecloud, your goons, bring it on.
Malakai and Whitecloud look to Sailes, Silveroak and Priest and give them the nod to start circling the ring. Glory smiles.
Glory Braddock : I was hoping you'd do that boys. Take a look behind you.
Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest all turn around and see Mark Dela Vega, Jackie Daniels and her brother Jack, Kirsta Lewis, Jessica Jones being led by Jacob Laymon. Malakai and his goons look at one another in shock.
Glory Braddock : You see boys. You keep prodding the wolves, eventually they'll bite back and bite you back severely.
Jacob looks around to those behind him and in unison they sprint down the ramp as Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest all scatter over the barricade and through the crowd as a few give chase, but Jacob slides into the ring. Glory walks over shaking his hand and passes him the microphone.
Jacob Laymon : Malakai, Whitecloud we're not going to sit back and let you destroy what took years of our blood, sweat and tears to build. You've targeted the wrong people. I'm going to beat the hell out of Steve Silveroak tonight. And Trinity, in over a month i'm taking that MCW World Championship back. I've won it once, i will do it again. And i'll tear this little group of yours down, starting at the very top.
Jacob passes the microphone back to Glory, who nods in appreciation.
Glory Braddock : So let's get down to business. Michael, i know you're lonely down over there. So that's why i've attempted to bring Brody back. But he's refusing to comeback whilst we're under the regime of the goon squad. So until the day that they've been dispatched from this great company, i've hired an interim commentator in his place.
ALCOHOL PAUL!!!
Sweeny : You've got to be shitting me!
“Drinkin’ Wine Spo-Dee Odee” by Jerry Lee Lewis hits as Alcohol
Paul stumbles through the curtains and onto the entrance ramp. He looks around
either soaking in the sight of the crowd or just plain lost. Either way he
eventually focuses on the ring and teeters down the ramp with his big gut proudly
leading the way.
As he makes his way down the ramp Paul looks stunning, practically a model for the
Homeless Loser™®© clothing line. His ragged blue jeans and white T-shirt would
be totally un-remarkable if it weren’t for the sheer amount of dirt and grime
caked on. Seriously, scientists should study this man’s clothing to learn how
this much matter can bond with simple fabric. Paul’s shirt is extra special
because it’s got what appear to be homemade lettering scrawled on it with a
sharpie: I’M DRUNK!
A twisted grin breaks out across his unshaven, unwashed face as he reaches the ring.
He looks under the ring to find a conveniently placed bottle of Boone’s Farm
wine. Nothing but the finest in malt liquor faux wines for Alcohol Paul!
Bottle in hand, Paul walks around ring and gives a toast to the people in the
stands before chugging the whole bottle. He smashes the bottle on his forehead for
no good reason other than he’s a big dumb bastard who loves to have cuts and
bruises. He sits down next to Sweeny, who's shaking his head.
Sweeny : Why!!!
Alcohol Paul : I'm DRUNK!!
Glory Braddock : Welcome back, Paul. Now since i made my announcement about the Motor City Championship. Social Media questioned my decision making. But they don't see what i see. Sure, Tommy Cook & Cassie Mason lost their debut match two weeks ago. And Drew has lost two out of two so far here. But i'm not just basing my decision on Motor City Wrestling. I've known about Tommy for awhile now and he's undoubtedly talented. As is Cassie Mason. In fact all of the Mason clan are talented and she's proved that. And Stevenson has taken Jacob and Jessica to the limit and almost came out with the win, but i've seen him in numerous federations over the years and i know what he brings to the table. Doubters might be not like my decision, but it's happening. And at Deliverance, i guarantee it will be one of the best matches on the card.
Alcohol Paul : Sweeny. What are you doing here?
Sweeny : Brody, comeback. All is forgiven.
Glory Braddock : I think outside the box. And i will continue to do so, to keep Malakai and his goons from achieving their goal in destroying this place. MCW will thrive and it will thrive more than ever before.
Glory receives the backing of the fans, as she walks makes her way out the ring as Jacob stands in the ring, waiting for Silveroak to return.
Sweeny : Well there you have it. I'm stuck with this goofball, while Brody has a nice vacation. Asshole!
Jacob Laymon vs. Steve Silveroak
Sweeny : And that's not all. Because now due to a change of schedule, instead of Cook vs. Jones, it's going to be Jacob Laymon vs. Steve Silveroak.
Ben Watson : This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from New York.... JACOB....LAYMON....
Steve Silveroak comes back through the crowd and climbs the barricade, making sure the coast is clear. Once over the barricade and into the ring, the two men charge one another. Silveroak goes for a clothesline but Jacob ducks, rebounds off the other side, and comes back with a violent spear that nearly breaks Silveroak in half! Silveroak scrambles back to his feet, grasping at his abdomen, only to get dropped with a sidewalk slam from Jacob. Jacob locks Silveroak in a crossface…the referee is right there to ask for a submission…Silveroak refuses to quit…after about forty seconds he reaches the ropes, forcing a break.
Sweeny : Jacob with a fast paced start. He's taking out all his aggression on Silveroak. And that doesn't bode well for him at all.
Jacob pulls Silveroak up and connects with an atomic drop followed up with a roundhouse kick that floors Silveroak. Jacob pulls Silveroak up and hoists him up onto his shoulder. Jacob drops him with snake eyes across the top turnbuckle. Jacob then drops Silveroak with a swinging neck breaker. Jacob covers…
1…
2…
…3 NO! Silveroak gets a foot on the bottom rope!
Jacob with a gut wrench suplex on Silveroak. Jacob hoists Silveroak up onto his shoulders yet again and this time drops him with an F5. Jacob locks Silveroak up in a sharpshooter…the referee is right there to ask for a submission…Silveroak refuses to quit…after about forty seconds he reaches the ropes, forcing a break.
Jacob locks Silveroak up in a chicken wing. SIlveroak breaks it with three elbows to the side of the head. Silveroak rushes into the ropes and comes back, running right into a big boot from Jacob. Jacob pulls Silveroak up and drops him with a power bomb. Jacob drops Silveroak with a release German suplex…he keeps the hands locked, spins the hips, and drops Silveroak with a second German in a row…he keeps he hands locked, spins the hips, and connects with a third German suplex in a row, releasing on the third.
Jacob pulls Silveroak up and drops him with Godiva’s Kiss. Jacob signals for the end. He pulls Silveroak up one more time, sets him up, and drops him with Owned! Jacob covers…
1…
2…
….3!
DING! DING! DING!
Ben Watson : Here is your winner, JACOB LAYMON!
Sweeny : And just like that, Laymon wins the match. And in fact, he didn't have to work hard for it. He absolutely destroyed Steve Silveroak here.
Backstage
"This is bullshit. He needs to be here, not at home licking his wounds."
Kirsta can be seen and heard saying as she stands with Jackie, Jack and Mark Dela Vega.
Jackie Daniels : No it's not bullshit, Kirsta. You know how deeply he was affected by Whitecloud's "Death" and now his sudden reappearance, it's knocked him for six. He believed Cloud was looking out for Jade. He believed the only reason he stayed with MCW all those years was to keep Cloud's flame alight. You've been affected, Jacob too. But Rayne's taken it the worse, he needs time.
Kirsta shakes her head, disagreeing.
Kirsta Lewis : No. We don't have time, Jackie. It's now or never. Whitecloud, Malakai they will consume MCW if we don't band together and stop them.
Jackie Daniels : Well i'm not being led by Jacob and Glory. They might have the same agenda, but Jacob scoffed at the idea of joining together when Rayne suggested it. So we'll fight this our own way.
Kirsta Lewis : I agree. I don't trust Jacob, so my gut instincts are telling me. Let's fight this fight on our own. Us four.
Jack Daniels : Kirsta's right. Fuck Jacob, Fuck Rayne. He's taken the cowards way out, Jackie. He's a loser, why are you with him? It's beyond me.
Mark Dela Vega : It's time to stand up and be counted. Scaring them away earlier, that did nothing. We need to attack and make a huge statement.
Jackie Daniels : Jack, shut up.
Kirsta Lewis : I've got the perfect idea.
Kirsta says with a smile and ushers Jackie, Jack and Mark around in a huddle as we head back to ringside.
Ringside
Sweeny : Kirsta and Jackie are conspiring towards our management. This is only going to get worse, before it gets better.
Alcohol Paul : Shut up, Michael.
“I Am The Very Best…”
“I Am The Absolute Best…”
“…and I am the Sexiest of them all!”
After those words are uttered, “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift starts to play. Aubrianna Powers and Melanie McBride steps out onto the stage, met with loud booing from the fans. They both smirk smugly and they confidently strides towards the ring, Tag Team Championships slung over their shoulders. Aubrianna steps up onto the ring apron and strikes a sexy sultry pose which draws a few cheers from the male contingent, despite the women who continue to boo. McBride then steps through the ropes and approaches the center where Aubrianna poses again. The music dies down and they patiently wait to talk.
Aubrianna Powers : A month ago, we walked into our debut match here in Motor City Wrestling. And we were immediately gifted an opportunity. One we gladly seized, as we, The Elite, became MCW Tag Team Champions. When Duane Jacobs hired me, he specifically wanted to invigorate the tag team division, because apart from us, it's rubbish.
Melanie McBride : Me and Aubrianna, we're the best tag team that MCW has ever witnessed or produced. Duane saw good business when he signed Aubrianna. And once she signed, it was only a matter of time before The Elite became the premier tag team here. I'm shocked that it was in our debut match, but none the less, it's what we deserve. We're the best tag team MCW has to offer. And dare i say, the best in this industry. There's not a single team that can stop us here or anywhere. We'll continue to dominate.
Aubrianna Powers : So with that said, as good as we are. We need a challenge. What MCW has to offer, isn't good enough. And i know that we're signed to Battleground Network, so if any tag teams in the vicinity fancy getting their asses handed to them, step right up and meet us at Deliverance.
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.
Sweeny : Business is about to pick up.
“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. Aubrianna and Melanie are seething that Jason and Willow could dare have the nerve to interrupt them.
Aubrianna Powers : How DARE YOU!!!
Jason holds a finger to his lip, as Willow raises the mic to hers and begins to speak.
Willow Wilkes : How dare we? Didn't you just issue a challenge to anyone to step up and face you at Deliverance? Aubrianna, dear. Don't act like the stereotypical blonde, but then again, i guess you can't help it.
Willow smiles before passing the microphone to Jason.
Jason King : Ladies, apparently no one within these halls of Motor City Wrestling is enough to challenge you. Apparently no one in this company is good enough to share a ring with "The Elite" well darlings, that's where you're wrong.
Jason passes the microphone back to Willow, as both can't stop smiling.
Sweeny : They make me want to vomit.
Alcohol Paul : Alcohol makes me want to vomit!
Willow Wilkes : We are the epitome, the new breed of wrestling. We became "The Creation" to give everyone what they've been asking for. And Aubrianna, Melanie. You're asking for a challenge. A match at Deliverance. Well we're here to give you and these fans, what everyone wants. The Creation vs. The Elite at Deliverance. And we'll happily take those Tag Team Championships away from you both.
Aubrianna Powers : No...No...No... We want a real challenge, from another fed within the Battleground Network to show just how good we are. And that there is some semblance of talent here in Motor City.
The sound of a throat clearing can be heard, as everyone's attention is diverted to the Titan-Tron and the crowd immediately erupt into a chorus of boos.
Malakai Laymon : Since we've been revealed, it's been Glory Braddock who's made the matches thus far at Deliverance. But that stops here. Because eventually i want to tear these walls in MCW down, but until that time, i also want to bleed you idiots dry. So at Deliverance "The Elite" will be defending their Tag Team Championships inside of a 15 foot STEEL CAGE.... And we can only get a winner when both members of a team have climbed the cage and both feet touch the floor.
The titan-tron goes to static as Willow and Jason grin from ear to ear and motion to Aubrianna and Melanie that those titles will soon be around the waists of them. They step back and exit the ring, as Aubrianna is furious and berating anyone and everyone, as Melanie remains stoic inside the ring as she doesn't take her eyes of Willow nor Jason, as the fans go crazy for the decision that Malakai has made for Deliverance.
Sweeny : Wow, what a match. Tag Team Championships inside of a 15 foot, Steel Cage. It's going to be carnage, absolute carnage.
Tommy Cook vs. Jessica Jones
Sweeny : And now it's time for our second match of the evening. Tommy Cook goes one on one with Jessica Jones.. Paul you want to share anything?
Alcohol Paul : *Snores*
Sweeny : I guess not.
Ben Watson : This match is scheduled for one fall.
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 introducing his opponent this evening, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... JESSICA JONES!!!
“…Wait, wait….”
(“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Jones.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Jones steps out onto the stage.)
You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.
(Two huge pyrotechnic shots go off behind her as she raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.)
You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.
Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.
(She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.)
Sweeny : And what a match to start us off. Jones won last time out. And Cook didn't have the best of debuts, but it wasn't entirely his fault.
Alcohol Paul : I'M DRUNK!!
Sweeny : We've gathered that. Is this the best we can get to replace, Brody?
Alcohol Paul : HE'S DRUNK!!
Alex Johnson stands between Jones and Cook, both eager to get this match started. Eventually he calls for the bell to be rung and this match can get underway.
Alcohol Paul : THE NOISE!!!!
Sweeny : Kill me, kill me now.
Cook forces himself past Alex and doesn't hesitate and hits Jessica with an elbow to her nose, before unleashing a torrent of stiff right and left punches, rocking Jones on her feet. Cook drills a knee into her sternum forcing Jessica to bend over. To which he drills another knee into her face, forcing her straighten up, taking a few steps backwards. Tommy runs at her and attempts a clothesline, but Jones ducks. Cook swivels round before Jones does and rakes her back, before moving in and wrapping his arms around her back and hits a belly to back suplex, as Jessica's neck connects viciously with the canvas.
Sweeny : Tommy Cook is in absolute control here against Jones tonight. You've got to worry for her.
Alcohol Paul : NO!!!
Sweeny : What??
Alcohol Paul : I SAID... NOOOOOO!!
Jessica groggily stands to her feet and Cook is on her instantly and once again wraps his arms around her body and this time hits a belly to belly suplex. Jessica flies across the ring and grabs the middle rope, as she pulls herself up. Tommy runs across to her and clubs her in the back, shot after shot. As Jessica falls back to her knees. Cook continues on her back and wraps his forearm around her throat, but Jessica pushes herself up of her feet and hits him with a jawbreaker.
Alcohol Paul : Ouchie!
Cook holds his jaw and flails backwards. Jessica shoots to her feet and turns around. She runs over and drills him with a few right handers, rocking him on his feet. Grabbing his wrist, she goes to irish whips him, but instead leaves her knee out and connects with his sternum. Bending over, Jones runs at the ropes and bounces off them and hits a scissors kick onto the back of Tommy Cook who hits the canvas. Sensing an opportunity, Jessica locks in the "Haas of Pain" as Alex Johnson drops to the canvas.
Sweeny : And just like that, the match turns on it's head. And Cook is in a tremendous amount of trouble.
Alcohol Paul : SHHHHHH!
Johnson is asking Cook if he wants to quit, but he shakes his head. And Jessica applies the pressure, but Tommy Cook isn't giving in.
Sweeny : What the hell?
Cassie Mason walks out onto the stage, chair in hand and looks down at the ring. She however opens the chair and sits down watching Jessica and Tommy. Jessica releases the hold after hearing the boos and stands to see Cassie Mason waving at her. And then from beneath the curtains, Drew Stevenson also walks out. Chair in hand and takes a seat the opposite side of Cassie and watches the match intently. Jessica doesn't know where to turn, as Tommy begins getting to his feet.
Sweeny : Distraction from Mason and Stevenson, otherwise i think Jones would've made Cook tap out eventually.
Tommy runs at Jones, but her instinct kicks in and she dodges the bullet and hits Cook with a roundhouse kick to his temple, putting him on his knees. She doesn't hesitate and sprints at Cook and attempts an Asai DDT, but Tommy catches her and slings her across the ring with an exploder suplex. It gives him a moment to catch his breath, before getting back to this feet and Jones is already pulling herself up to her feet, but Cook strikes her in the face with a knee. The shot puts her back down to the canvas, as she rolls onto her back and in doing so. Tommy jumps into the air and hits her with a double foot stomp to her upper abdomen. The ferocity of the stomp causes Jones to roll around holding her upper chest, as Tommy walks over to the ropes and looks at Mason and Stevenson, happy with himself right now.
Sweeny : Tommy Cook is looking polished tonight.
Alcohol Paul : I thought he was English?
Sweeny : Polished! Not Polish, idiot.
Tommy continues to lean on the ropes, berating both his opponents at Deliverance. As Jessica gets to her feet and walks over to Cook and grabs his head and turns him around and plants him right onto the canvas with a huge lightning spiral.
Sweeny : Desperation move there by Jessica?
Alcohol Paul : That would be sleeping with either of us!
Jessica drags herself over and drapes an arm over the chest of Cook, as Alex Johnson drops to the canvas and begins a count.
1..
2...
Noooo.... Cook kicks out, as Jessica rolls over onto her front and pushes herself up to her feet. Patiently she waits as Tommy pulls himself to his feet and she runs at him and clothesline him over the top rope to the outside. But luckily he somehow ends up on his feet. Jones pulls on the top rope, before jumping onto it and leaping off hitting Tommy Cook with a high risk Asai DDT planting Cook's dome onto the concrete and sending herself crashing hard into the barricade.
Sweeny : Whoa, what a manoeuvre by Jessica. But she's now hurt herself in the process. And Alex has started a count out.
1..
2..
3...
4...
5...
Jones begins to stir as does Cook.
6...
7....
8.....
9.....
Cook is to his feet and goes to slide into the ring on the ten count, but Jones grabs his leg at the last possible moment and drags him back not allowing him to get into the ring.
10........
Sweeny : A double count out. This match ends all square.
Ben Watson : Due to a double count out, the referee has deemed this match.... A DRAW!!!
The fans boo, obviously wanting to see Jessica win this one, but it's not to be. Tommy slams the palm of his hands against the ring apron, clearly frustrated. Jessica runs her hands through her hair as Tommy turns around and cracks her with a right hander, before clotheslining her over the security barricade. The fans boo excessively as Cook smugly struts around berating the fans that are screaming insults at him.
Sweeny : Tommy Cook most certainly isn't a fan favourite is he, Paul?
Alcohol Paul : No...
Cook walks up the ramp and to the back, as the fans continue screaming insults at him, but he's un-moved as he takes one last look back at the fans, before winking at them, infuriating them even more. The cameras cut to backstage.
Backstage
In the parking lot, a battered and bruised Steve Silveroak is seen with Whitecloud, Malakai and Eric Sailes. They seem to be talking to him and trying to get his confidence back after Jacob Laymon just destroyed him. When they hear a screeching sound and turn around to see a speeding car hurtling towards them.
Eric Sailes pushes his Dad out of the way, as Malakai jumps clear. Unfortunately the car ploughs straight into Steve Silveroak, wedging him against the wall and his legs crushed underneath the wreckage.
Whitecloud jumps up and opens the drivers door, hoping to pull the culprit out. But he's met with no one, just a knife that's been stabbed into the accelerator pedal. Pulling it out, he takes a good look at it and notices it to be his. He passes it over to Eric to take it away, as the EMT's begin rushing over and attending to Steve Silveroak. As a visibly shaken Malakai can be heard talking with Whitecloud.
Malakai : Someone wants us dead. Or maybe, just you.
Whitecloud looks around hoping to see if anyone might be lingering around, as he rubs his chin.
Whitecloud : I wouldn't be in the least bit surprised. People have threatened to keep me buried this time. So the list has a select few.
Malakai : This won't deter us brother, we need to push on and carry out our plan to the very last moment. And then everything will have been worthwhile, you must understand that?
Whitecloud : Our lives are worth something you know, Malakai.
Malakai : I know. And once we've finished with them, they're going to wish it was them in front of that car and not Steve. We'll find those responsible, don't worry about that.
Whitecloud and Malakai walk over to the EMT's and check on Steve Silveroak as we cut back to ringside.
Ringside
Alcohol Paul : I'M DRUNK!!
Sweeny : Thank you for yet again, enlightening us. But what about that in the parking lot? Steve Silveroak looks to be crushed between a car and a wall. Someone tried to run over Whitecloud or Malakai. Or both.
Alcohol Paul : YES!!
Sweeny : And as heinous as it is. We must power on. And now it's time for our next match. Drew Stevenson looks to get his first win here in MCW. And he faces the monster, Priest. That's up now.
Ben Watson : This match is scheduled for one fall....
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 introducing first, hailing from Springfield, MO... THE EMERALD.... DREW... STEVENSON...
The lights dim as the fans boo 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 patiently 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 : Both men in the ring now. And Drew is looking confident, as is Priest.
Drew and Priest go face to face, well more like face to chest. As Drew doesn't wait for the bell to be rung and drills Priest with a couple of right handers, followed by a couple of left handers, which rock Priest somewhat. Drew drives his boot into the sternum of Priest and grabs his head and hits a DDT, planting Priest's dome into the canvas.
Sweeny : Great early offensive from Drew Stevenson. Clearly out to win this match and stop those losses.
Alcohol Paul : I'M STILL DRUNK!!! *BURP*
Sweeny : Smooth, Paul. Very smooth.
Drew springs back to his feet and delivers a variety of knee strikes to the head and body of Priest, as the big man tries to defend himself. Stevenson doesn't relent and drills his boot right into the face of Priest. The big man shakes it off and smiles, getting to his knees. Drew drills his knee right into the side of Priest's head, before grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. Wrapping his arms around his body, Drew summons up an incredible amount of strength and puts Priest on his back, with a huge Gutwrench Powerbomb as the ring begins rocking back and forth.
Sweeny : What a show of strength from Drew there. Priest has got 100lbs on him, but he still managed to powerbomb him.
Getting to his feet, Drew wipes some sweat from his brow after just lifting Priest. Drew walks over and grabs Priest by the hair and pulls him to his knees, but Priest hits him with an elbow to the gut, before getting to his feet and hitting Stevenson with a sidewalk slam. Priest rolls of Drew and after getting to his feet, runs at the ropes and comes back of them and hits a running leg drop right across the upper abdomen of Drew Stevenson. Priest pushes Drew away from him as he gets to his knees.
Sweeny : You can't keep the big man down. Priest is now looking in control of this match, after Drew's fast paced start.
Alcohol Paul : Priest sucks!!
Sweeny : Anything else to add, Paul?
Alcohol Paul : Errrm. Yeah. I'M....
Sweeny : Drunk. Yeah, we get it.
Priest grabs Drew and lifts him onto his feet, before then lifting him into the air. And showing off his power, Priest lifts him up for the gorilla press. After two or three presses, Priest releases him and goes for a wristlock, but Drew as he comes down manages to and pulls out the stops and DDT's Priest once again to the canvas. This time he doesn't waste any time and floats over and hooks his leg.
1...
2... Nooooo, Priest kicks out.
Drew grabs Priest and drags him to his feet and irish whips him off into the ropes. As Priest comes back towards Drew as he and Priest take one another down to the canvas with a double clothesline.
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3...
As both men are down and out, Alex Johnson started a double count out.
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5...
Drew is the first to begin moving...
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7...
And Drew is now up to his feet, as he walks over and picks Priest up, who was playing possum and cracks Drew with a stiff uppercut, forcing Drew backwards on his feet. Priest lifts Drew off his feet and onto his shoulders, before running over and throwing him off, face connecting with the corner turnbuckle. Priest runs at the ropes, hitting them hard and coming back at Drew fast who turns around and Priest almost takes his head off with the "Snake Eyes".
Sweeny : What a shot from Priest, right between the eyes of Stevenson. That's going to hurt.
Alcohol Paul : He could go blind!!
Priest walks around Drew and smiles from ear to ear, as he stands over him and runs his thumb across his throat, signalling the end for Drew Stevenson. Grabbing him by the arm, he pulls him up to his feet, but Drew has other ideas and manages to fire off a few Muay Thai kicks to Priest's body and legs, one in particular connecting with his knee.
But before Priest could buckle to his knees, Drew grabs him and sets him up for a T-Bone Suplex and manages to connect. Drew gets to his feet and sees a fallen Priest and immediately smiles.
Sweeny : I wonder what Drew has in store for Priest now?
Alcohol Paul : Maybe some bread or milk!! Ohhh i know, he's got ALCOHOL!! Because he wants to get DRUNK!!
Sweeny : Oh dear god!
Drew walks over and grabs his legs, before rolling him over onto his stomach as Priest tries to counter Drew, but fails and Stevenson locks in his "Missouri Cloverleaf" move, as Priest struggles with this knee in so much pain and his back arched.
Sweeny : We don't see this often, but we could see Priest tap right here.
Alcohol Paul : TAP OUT!! TAP OUT!!
Priest is shaking his head as Alex Johnson asks him if he wants to quit. But after a few moments of excruciating pain, Priest bangs the mat and taps out... Drew releases the submission finisher, as Priest flops to the canvas.
Sweeny : OH MY GAWD!!! PRIEST JUST TAPPED!! DREW STEVENSON MADE PRIEST QUIT!! What a bad couple of weeks for him. And finally, Drew has picked up his first win here in MCW.
Alcohol Paul : I'm still drunk! Very drunk.
Ben Watson : The winner of this match, via submission.. THE EMERALD... DREW STEVENSON...
Getting to his feet, Alex Johnson raises the arm of Drew Stevenson who grins from ear to ear as he exits the ring, as Priest begins to grab the ropes to help him to his feet. When we hear a cackling laughter over the titan-tron and a slow clap.
Jacob Laymon : You've truly out-done yourself this time, Priest.
The sound of Jacob Laymon grabs everyone's attentions, including that of Priest.
Jacob Laymon : You claim to be badly treated by management and that's why you've never been given a fair shot at the World Championship here in MCW. When you know that's not true, Priest. It's because you can't cut it. All those years ago, Rayne gave you a shot for the World Championship against Lance Williams i believe? And you blew it. The reason you've never had a crack at the upper echelons here in MCW. It's not a case of bad treatment. It's because your not good enough. And Priest, Jackie and now Drew has shown you just how far from being World Championship material, you really are.
An irate Priest can be seen berating Jacob, but the mics can't pick it up clearly enough.
Jacob Laymon : And there you go again, flapping those gums. You're in this triple threat match at Deliverance for one reason and one reason only. And it's not because you deserve it. It's not because you're good enough to win it. No, Priest. You know why you're in it, everyone does. And once i show you up at Deliverance, maybe you'll piss off to pastures new and bore them with your so called "talents".
Jacob smiles and waves at Priest as the transmission goes dead. As Priest is pulling on the top rope in anger after hearing what Jacob had to say.
Ringside
Sweeny : Ouch! Some harsh words from Laymon about Priest. I don't think that's a good idea, riling up a monster like that.
Alcohol Paul : Monster!!! HAHAHAHA!!!
Backstage
Jacob Laymon is in Duane Jacobs office, as he's standing and talking to Jessica Jones, Kirsta Lewis, Jackie Daniels, Jack Daniels and Mark Dela Vega.
Jacob Laymon : This is bad guys, really bad. I don't want Whitecloud, Malakai or his goons anywhere near this company. But doing that. That was one step too far. I need to know, which one of you was it? It was someone in this room.
Kirsta laughs and shakes her head at Jacob.
Jacob Laymon : Something funny, Kirsta?
Kirsta stands up and walks over to Jacob and points a finger at him.
Kirsta Lewis : Yes Jacob, there is. And it's you. You're not our boss. The Laymon in control of Motor City Wrestling, is your brother, not you. We don't take orders from you and we never will. And who cares about if someone tried to kill those idiots. If you ask me, it's a shame they failed in finishing them off. But then again, it leaves them for us. Which would be lovely.
Jack Daniels clears his throat and stands up.
Jack Daniels : I don't think you should be looking at someone in this room. Instead, you need to look outside of it. Someone who holds a grudge but hasn't got the balls to face them.
Jackie shakes her head and slaps Jack across the face.
Jackie Daniels : Don't you fucking dare, Jack. Rayne didn't do this. He's got the kids in Florida, there's no way he would've done this. It's someone in this room, but i agree with Kirsta. Who cares. The only good thing to come out of this, is that we can finish the job off now.
Jackie, Jack, Mark and Kirsta look at one another and nod, as they begin walking out of the room much to the dismay of Jacob.
Jacob Laymon : And where are you going? This needs to be sorted out. It's a serious situation we find ourselves in.
Kirsta Lewis : No Jacob. It's a serious situation, you find yourself in. Like i said, we don't work for you. We're taking "The Company" down by ourselves. You need us more than we need you. You scoffed at Rayne's suggestion, now you want strength in numbers. Well you better find it elsewhere. We're not getting suckered in.
Jacob looks at Jessica as she shrugs her shoulders, not knowing what to say. As those four leave, Glory Braddock walks into focus as Jessica gets to her feet and greets her.
Jessica Jones : Glory, i'm glad you're here. We need to talk. Jacob, do you mind?
Jacob Laymon : Not at all. See you later.
Jessica walks behind Jacob and closes the door behind him, as Glory leans up against Duane's desk.
Glory Braddock : Might as well claim this office as my own. I don't think Duane, will be back anytime soon. What can i do for you, Jessica?
Jessica walks over to Glory and stands in front of her.
Jessica Jones : I want a fair shot, that's what i want. I know we're family and i'm not sure if you're holding me back because of that. You don't want to favour me, i get that. But i've beaten Drew Stevenson. And somehow Tommy Cook got away with a draw against me tonight. And i know i can take Cassie Mason. So i want in at Deliverance in the triple threat match for the Motor City Championship.
Glory Braddock : It's not that, Jessica. You had a shot at the Motor City Championship at Purgatory and you didn't walk away with the title. So i want to see what others have to offer to that Championship.
A clearly irritated Jessica shakes her head.
Jessica Jones : No. That's bullshit. You've had title shots and lost them. And you've had opportunities at those titles again. I want mine. This isn't favouritism, it's common sense and you know it.
Glory Braddock : Look Jessica, i'll tell you what i'll do. I'll take it under advisement and keep an open mind about the prospect of you challenging for it. I will let you know in due course.
A clearly frustrated Jessica turns away from Glory and walks out the office, as Glory can't help but smile....
Glory Braddock : Bloody families, who'd have them!
Ringside
Trinity Street vs. Cassandra Mason
Sweeny : Interesting developments. Jacob suggesting it was someone in that room. And Jack Daniels blaming Rayne Young. All i know, is we've got one hell of a Main Event for you guys to bear witness too.
Alcohol Paul : You're boring me!
Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match. Introducing first, hailing 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.
Ben Watson : And her opponent for this evening. Hailing from Kensington, England.... THE MCW WORLD CHAMPION... THE MATRIARCH OF MONARCHY!!! 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, with the MCW World Championship over her shoulder. 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 and her World Championship. Trinity has a few words to the referee while awaiting for the start of the match against her opponent…
Sweeny : I'm looking forward to this one. This won't be for the faint of heart.
An aggressive Trinity rushes in only to get countered by an arm drag takedown from Cassie Mason. Another arm drag from Cassie, and another, and then a dropkick. Cassie loads up for another dropkick but the intelligent Trinity wisely rolls to the outside to stop her momentum. Cassie with a running start leaps over the top with a suicide dive but Trinity side steps her, causing Cassie to hit head first into the steel guard rail.
Trinity pulls Cassie up and whips her violently into the steel steps. Trinity with a back suplex on the outside. She rolls inside to break the count and then rolls back outside. Trinity with a side Russian leg sweep on the outside. Trinity rolls Cassie back into the ring. Trinity joins her back in the ring and then hoists Cassie up onto her shoulders into a fireman’s carry before dropping her down across her knee in a gut buster. Trinity with three quick leg drops in succession before going for a cover….
Sweeny : Trinity on the offensive from the offset. And she goes for an early pinfall attempt here.
1…
…2Kickout!
Trinity with an Octopus Stretch. Cassie fights and struggles in the hold for about thirty seconds until Trinity breaks the hold. Trinity locks in a hammerlock. Cassie again fights the hold. Cassie reverses into a hammerlock of her own. Trinity re-counters into yet another hammerlock only this time immediately transitioning into a body slam. Trinity with a cover…
1…
…2 Kickout!
Trinity pulls Cassie up and goes for a Northern Lights suplex but Cassie counters into a ddt! Cassie rolls to the outside to create some separation as Trinity scrambles back to her feet. She turns around into a Springboard crossbody from Cassie! Trinity is quickly back to her feet and immediately trades rights with Cassie. Trinity gets the advantage and goes for an Irish whip but Cassie reverses and then nails Trinity with a pop up cutter!
Sweeny : Cassie Mason with a great pop up cutter. Taking Trinity right out of it.
Street again uses her veteran instincts to roll to the outside to avoid the onslaught from Cassie Mason. But Cassie gives chase, going to the ring apron and connecting with a diving hurricanrana to the outside to take her down! Cassie goes right back to the top and stays perched, waiting for Trinity to get back up. She turns around and Cassie leaps off with a top rope cross body off the top to the outside, taking down Trinity!
Cassie rolls the champion back into the ring. She whips her into the ropes but Trinity reverses. Cassie comes back with a tilt-a-whirl into a head scissors takedown! Cassie with a calf-kick! Cassie with the cover…
1…
...2 Kickout!
Cassie goes up to the top rope and stays perched as Trinity climbs back to her feet. She turns around and Cassie leaps off, looking for a cross body but Trinity counters on the way down with a three-fourth turn neck breaker!
Trinity pulls Cassie up and drops her with a pump handle front slam. Trinity with another series of three quick leg drops. She pulls Cassie up and whips her into the nearby corner. Trinity charges in and connects with a handspring elbow. Cassie slumps down in the corner. Seeing her opponent seated in the corner, Trinity charges in with a dropkick to the face! Trinity pulls Cassie up, whips her into the corner, and catches her with a Samoan drop. She covers…
1…
2…
…3 No! Cassie gets a shoulder up!
Street waits for Cassie to pull herself up before dropping her again with a spinning heel kick. Trinity then climbs up to the top rope and waits. Cassie pulls herself up and Trinity goes for a hurricarana but Cassie counters into a sitout power bomb! Both women are down as the referee begins his count…
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3!
Trinity begins to stir, as does Cassie.
4!
5!
6!
Trinity is to her knees. Cassie is by the ropes, using them to pull herself up.
7!
8!
Cassie is up first, followed by Trinity. Cassie walks into a right hand. Cassie retaliates with a right of her own. Eventually the two are again trading right hands. Cassie gets the better of the exchange backing Trinity into the ropes. She goes for an Irish whip but Trinity reverses. Cassie comes back on the rebound with a jumping leg lariat! Cassie with a Frankensteiner Driver! Cassie hooks Trinity up and connects with Ride With Me! Cassie covers…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Trinity shoots her right shoulder off the mat!
Cassie is shocked that Trinity did not stay down but quickly sets up for another move. She rushes in, going for Bow To Me, but Trinity moves out of the way and counters into Autocracy! Trinity into a cover…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Cassie gets a shoulder up!
Trinity begins showing a few signs of frustration but she does not lose focus. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and then comes off with The Power Trip! Trinity covers…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Cassie gets a shoulder up!
Now Trinity is showing a great deal of frustration as Cassie refuses to stay down. Trinity rolls to the outside and drags Cassie towards the steel turnbuckle. Trinity then locks in The Paralyzer on the steel turnbuckle! Cassie is in a great deal of pain and anguish! The referee admonishes Trinity to let go of the hold but she refuses. The referee begins his count…
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2!
3!
4!
Trinity breaks the hold just before the count of five. Trinity rolls back into the ring and takes Cassie by her leg and drops her with a dragon screw leg whip, adding more damage to the leg. Trinity locks Cassie up in a figure four leg lock! Cassie in a great deal of pain as the referee asks if she wishes to submit but Cassie refuses. Cassie fights towards the ropes and she is nearly there when Trinity relinquishes the hold, drags her back to the center, and reapplies it. Cassie is again in a lot of pain but this time instead of trying to reach the ropes she opts to try and turn Trinity over. After a great deal of struggle Cassie succeeds in turning Trinity over, thus reversing the pressure and putting the pain on Trinity. Quickly Trinity manages to break the hold up before it does her any damage.
Trinity with a Full Nelson face buster on Cassie. Trinity then takes Cassie and drops her with a Northern Lights suplex into a bridging pin…
1…
2…
….3 NOOO! Cassie kicks out!
Trinity signals that she’s going to end it. She pulls Cassie up and hooks her up for a ddt, perhaps Thy Kingdom Come, but before it can be performed Cassie counters into a Northern Lights release suplex! Trinity scrambles back to her feet as does Cassie. Trinity walks into a dragon whip! And another dragon whip from Cassie! Cassie with a reverse side kick to the chest and then another the ribcage! Cassie goes back to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a missile dropkick! Cassie into the cover…
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…3 NOOO! Trinity gets a shoulder up!
Trinity again tries to roll to the outside but this time Cassie is wise to the move. She stops Trinity and then jerks her back in with a slingshot cutter! Cassie covers…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Trinity gets a shoulder up!
Cassie signals that she’s going to try and end this by going back to the top. She leaps off the top, looking for a moonsault, but Trinity has it well scouted and gets her knees up, driving them into Cassie’s gut on the way down!
Trinity uses the ropes to pull herself up. She waits as Cassie pulls herself up, holding her gut in pain. Cassie turns around into a sudden superkick to the jaw, dropping her like a ton of bricks! Trinity pulls Cassie up, hooks her up, and drops her with Thy Kingdom Come! Trinity covers….
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…3!
DING! DING! DING!
Ben Watson : Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, the MCW World Champion, TRINITY STREET!
Trinity gets to her feet and is handed her World Championship by Mr. Ginn and a microphone, as he follows her into the ring and stands by her side.
Trinity Street : Jacob, Priest, i want you both to take this picture in. Soak it up real good, because this is how the end of Deliverance will look.
Trinity stands over Cassie Mason raising the MCW World Championship high into the air over her head, smiling from ear to ear. After a few seconds she drops the title over her shoulder, before taking the microphone from Mr. Ginn.
Trinity Street : I hope both of you captured that picture and i hope to god both of you, soaked it right up. Jacob, at Deliverance i will beat you. That's not arrogance talking, it's called experience. Because you remember, Jacob. Just two shows into MCW Rebirth and i defeated you. And despite Glory's attempt to create a divide in our group, by placing Priest into the mix. It won't have an effect. Because i don't care that he's in our group, not only will i beat Jacob, i'll beat Priest at the same time. And i'll reinforce my status as MCW beacon of hope. I will lead this company into a new era. Jacob, Priest i want you to witness first hand how devastating i can be.
Mr. Ginn grabs Trinity a steel chair and hands it over, as Trinity passes him her World Championship strap, which he dutifully holds. Raising the chair above her head, as brings it slamming down onto Cassie's head. But before she can do it anymore, Tommy Cook rushes down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Sweeny : Wait! Cook can't be making the save, especially as Mason put him on the canvas after their debuts two weeks ago?
Tommy Cook begins talking to Trinity, who nods and gracefully hands over the steel chair, as Mr. Ginn hands her the World Championship and the microphone.
Trinity Street : Cassie, i hope you enjoy what's coming to you. And Jacob, Priest, i hope you understand now. And in just over a month, Deliverance will be upon us. And yet again, i will be standing tall with my World Championship. And i'll be doing it without "The Company".
Trinity drops the microphone in the ring, as Tommy slams the steel chair right across the head of Cassie Mason, she tries to roll away, but Cook slams the chair across her back now. But before he can do so again, the steel chair is wrenched from his grasp. Turning around his eyes widen, as Drew Stevenson stands there with a smirk and slams the chair right between the eyes of Tommy Cook putting him to the mat. Stevenson drops the chair and walks around the ring beating his clenched fist against his chest as the crowd roar in approval at his actions.
Sweeny : Once again, it's a huge clusterfuck here in MCW.
Alcohol Paul : And as usual. I'M DRUNK!!
Drew walks around the ring and picks the microphone that Trinity left.
Drew Stevenson : Tonight you've seen the start of the Drew Stevenson era in Motor City Wrestling. Now that i've gotten that monkey of my back and i'm not talking about Priest. I can soar to the heights i know i'm capable off. Eleven HOF rings and over thirty World Championships, prove that. It was only a matter of time until things came good for me. And heading into Deliverance, i will show why Miss. Braddock was right to put me in the mix for the MCW Motor City Championship. MCW, i've finally arrived.
Cook begins climbing to his feet, but Stevenson cracks him right in the face with microphone, putting Cook back to the mat as Drew makes his exit out of the ring, as Cassie begins to come around...
Sweeny : Things are definitely heating up for Deliverance. I can't wait until Mayhem #8 and see what that brings us. Hopefully a new commentator.
Alcohol Paul : Hey! I'm sober now, what the heck!
Sweeny : It's been a pleasure, ladies and gentlemen. And until next time, i bid you farewell and good riddance.
Backstage
A detailed security team have assembled and is protecting Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Priest and most importantly, the MCW World Champion, Trinity Street.
Malakai Laymon : Trinity, i'm glad you haven't been targeted. Along with Mr. Ginn, you'll have a security team at all MCW related events, just to ensure nothing untowards happens to you.
Trinity Street : Malakai, Whitecloud, i appreciate your concern. But Mr. Ginn is more than capable of stopping any threat and so am i. It's unwarranted and unneeded for myself. I'm not the World Champion here for no reason, am i. Now if you don't mind, i'd like to get back to my family. I'll see you in two weeks.
Trinity walks away with Mr. Ginn in tow, as Malakai shakes his head.
Malakai Laymon : Why can i sense something bad is going to happen?
Whitecloud : Probably because it will.
The cameras pan out as Whitecloud and Malakai are surrounded by their security team.
(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?
Sweeny : And here's our General Manager, hopefully she'll have some clarification as to what's happening.
(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. She hasn't got her normal grin etched across her face as she takes in the loud ovation from the fans, cheering her into the ring.)
Glory Braddock : Two weeks ago, Malakai, Whitecloud and his goons tried to fire me. It backfired spectacularly.
A huge chorus of cheers erupt as she mentions Malakai's underhanded tactics.
Glory Braddock : But what he didn't fail in, was firing our very own Steven Brody.
The MCW chime in with a huge "WE WANT BRODY" chant as Glory continues to address the sold out arena.
Glory Braddock : He's been a stalwart of Motor City Wrestling. He and Sweeny were hired by Anthony Wallace and his associate, Whitecloud. They've both been here from day dot. They're more synonymous with MCW than me, Jacob, Whitecloud, Rayne, anyone. But i've tried my hardest to get Steven Brody back into his commentating seat, but so far he's refused every offer i've put to him. Obviously i can't reverse the decision of our "Boss" but i can make my own and there's not a damn thing he and his goons can do about it.
"We Takin Over" rips through the P.A System here at the Joe Louis Arena, as the crowd boos venomously towards Malakai, Whitecloud who walk out on stage grinning from ear to ear. Followed by Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak & Priest. They make their way towards the ring, but they stop in their tracks at ringside. Malakai speaks first.
Malakai : Is that so, Glory? You see despite Duane's inept attempt at doing his job properly. He's allowed to be suckered and thus has granted you certain powers. Touché. But despite my hands being tied in some aspects of not being able to over-turn your decisions, i can however make yours and those who stand by your side, i can make your lives a misery here. And i intend on doing so, Glory.
Glory holds up a finger to her lips, signalling for Malakai to be quiet.
Glory Braddock : You know what, Malakai. Shut the hell up. No one on this planet wants to listen to what you've got to say. Not even your idiotic minions. You might think two weeks ago attacking me, firing Brody was a smart thing to do. I bet you thought it'd silence me, make me crawl under the rock i came from, right?
Malakai nods his head, smiling.
Glory Braddock : WRONG!!!
Glory shouts at the top of her voice, as a worried look comes over Malakai who nervously looks to Whitecloud who doesn't show any emotion what so ever.
Glory Braddock : I might be the General Manager here. And you might think with that title, i should be held to a higher standard than those of the roster. You thought wrong. You fight me, Malakai. I'll fight back. You attack me, i'll attack twice as hard back. I haven't earned what i've earned here in Motor City Wrestling, by being a little pussy. That's your expertise. No, i've fought everything head on. And nine times out ten, i've won. So you, Whitecloud, your goons, bring it on.
Malakai and Whitecloud look to Sailes, Silveroak and Priest and give them the nod to start circling the ring. Glory smiles.
Glory Braddock : I was hoping you'd do that boys. Take a look behind you.
Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest all turn around and see Mark Dela Vega, Jackie Daniels and her brother Jack, Kirsta Lewis, Jessica Jones being led by Jacob Laymon. Malakai and his goons look at one another in shock.
Glory Braddock : You see boys. You keep prodding the wolves, eventually they'll bite back and bite you back severely.
Jacob looks around to those behind him and in unison they sprint down the ramp as Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Steve Silveroak and Priest all scatter over the barricade and through the crowd as a few give chase, but Jacob slides into the ring. Glory walks over shaking his hand and passes him the microphone.
Jacob Laymon : Malakai, Whitecloud we're not going to sit back and let you destroy what took years of our blood, sweat and tears to build. You've targeted the wrong people. I'm going to beat the hell out of Steve Silveroak tonight. And Trinity, in over a month i'm taking that MCW World Championship back. I've won it once, i will do it again. And i'll tear this little group of yours down, starting at the very top.
Jacob passes the microphone back to Glory, who nods in appreciation.
Glory Braddock : So let's get down to business. Michael, i know you're lonely down over there. So that's why i've attempted to bring Brody back. But he's refusing to comeback whilst we're under the regime of the goon squad. So until the day that they've been dispatched from this great company, i've hired an interim commentator in his place.
ALCOHOL PAUL!!!
Sweeny : You've got to be shitting me!
“Drinkin’ Wine Spo-Dee Odee” by Jerry Lee Lewis hits as Alcohol
Paul stumbles through the curtains and onto the entrance ramp. He looks around
either soaking in the sight of the crowd or just plain lost. Either way he
eventually focuses on the ring and teeters down the ramp with his big gut proudly
leading the way.
As he makes his way down the ramp Paul looks stunning, practically a model for the
Homeless Loser™®© clothing line. His ragged blue jeans and white T-shirt would
be totally un-remarkable if it weren’t for the sheer amount of dirt and grime
caked on. Seriously, scientists should study this man’s clothing to learn how
this much matter can bond with simple fabric. Paul’s shirt is extra special
because it’s got what appear to be homemade lettering scrawled on it with a
sharpie: I’M DRUNK!
A twisted grin breaks out across his unshaven, unwashed face as he reaches the ring.
He looks under the ring to find a conveniently placed bottle of Boone’s Farm
wine. Nothing but the finest in malt liquor faux wines for Alcohol Paul!
Bottle in hand, Paul walks around ring and gives a toast to the people in the
stands before chugging the whole bottle. He smashes the bottle on his forehead for
no good reason other than he’s a big dumb bastard who loves to have cuts and
bruises. He sits down next to Sweeny, who's shaking his head.
Sweeny : Why!!!
Alcohol Paul : I'm DRUNK!!
Glory Braddock : Welcome back, Paul. Now since i made my announcement about the Motor City Championship. Social Media questioned my decision making. But they don't see what i see. Sure, Tommy Cook & Cassie Mason lost their debut match two weeks ago. And Drew has lost two out of two so far here. But i'm not just basing my decision on Motor City Wrestling. I've known about Tommy for awhile now and he's undoubtedly talented. As is Cassie Mason. In fact all of the Mason clan are talented and she's proved that. And Stevenson has taken Jacob and Jessica to the limit and almost came out with the win, but i've seen him in numerous federations over the years and i know what he brings to the table. Doubters might be not like my decision, but it's happening. And at Deliverance, i guarantee it will be one of the best matches on the card.
Alcohol Paul : Sweeny. What are you doing here?
Sweeny : Brody, comeback. All is forgiven.
Glory Braddock : I think outside the box. And i will continue to do so, to keep Malakai and his goons from achieving their goal in destroying this place. MCW will thrive and it will thrive more than ever before.
Glory receives the backing of the fans, as she walks makes her way out the ring as Jacob stands in the ring, waiting for Silveroak to return.
Sweeny : Well there you have it. I'm stuck with this goofball, while Brody has a nice vacation. Asshole!
Jacob Laymon vs. Steve Silveroak
Sweeny : And that's not all. Because now due to a change of schedule, instead of Cook vs. Jones, it's going to be Jacob Laymon vs. Steve Silveroak.
Ben Watson : This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from New York.... JACOB....LAYMON....
Steve Silveroak comes back through the crowd and climbs the barricade, making sure the coast is clear. Once over the barricade and into the ring, the two men charge one another. Silveroak goes for a clothesline but Jacob ducks, rebounds off the other side, and comes back with a violent spear that nearly breaks Silveroak in half! Silveroak scrambles back to his feet, grasping at his abdomen, only to get dropped with a sidewalk slam from Jacob. Jacob locks Silveroak in a crossface…the referee is right there to ask for a submission…Silveroak refuses to quit…after about forty seconds he reaches the ropes, forcing a break.
Sweeny : Jacob with a fast paced start. He's taking out all his aggression on Silveroak. And that doesn't bode well for him at all.
Jacob pulls Silveroak up and connects with an atomic drop followed up with a roundhouse kick that floors Silveroak. Jacob pulls Silveroak up and hoists him up onto his shoulder. Jacob drops him with snake eyes across the top turnbuckle. Jacob then drops Silveroak with a swinging neck breaker. Jacob covers…
1…
2…
…3 NO! Silveroak gets a foot on the bottom rope!
Jacob with a gut wrench suplex on Silveroak. Jacob hoists Silveroak up onto his shoulders yet again and this time drops him with an F5. Jacob locks Silveroak up in a sharpshooter…the referee is right there to ask for a submission…Silveroak refuses to quit…after about forty seconds he reaches the ropes, forcing a break.
Jacob locks Silveroak up in a chicken wing. SIlveroak breaks it with three elbows to the side of the head. Silveroak rushes into the ropes and comes back, running right into a big boot from Jacob. Jacob pulls Silveroak up and drops him with a power bomb. Jacob drops Silveroak with a release German suplex…he keeps the hands locked, spins the hips, and drops Silveroak with a second German in a row…he keeps he hands locked, spins the hips, and connects with a third German suplex in a row, releasing on the third.
Jacob pulls Silveroak up and drops him with Godiva’s Kiss. Jacob signals for the end. He pulls Silveroak up one more time, sets him up, and drops him with Owned! Jacob covers…
1…
2…
….3!
DING! DING! DING!
Ben Watson : Here is your winner, JACOB LAYMON!
Sweeny : And just like that, Laymon wins the match. And in fact, he didn't have to work hard for it. He absolutely destroyed Steve Silveroak here.
Backstage
"This is bullshit. He needs to be here, not at home licking his wounds."
Kirsta can be seen and heard saying as she stands with Jackie, Jack and Mark Dela Vega.
Jackie Daniels : No it's not bullshit, Kirsta. You know how deeply he was affected by Whitecloud's "Death" and now his sudden reappearance, it's knocked him for six. He believed Cloud was looking out for Jade. He believed the only reason he stayed with MCW all those years was to keep Cloud's flame alight. You've been affected, Jacob too. But Rayne's taken it the worse, he needs time.
Kirsta shakes her head, disagreeing.
Kirsta Lewis : No. We don't have time, Jackie. It's now or never. Whitecloud, Malakai they will consume MCW if we don't band together and stop them.
Jackie Daniels : Well i'm not being led by Jacob and Glory. They might have the same agenda, but Jacob scoffed at the idea of joining together when Rayne suggested it. So we'll fight this our own way.
Kirsta Lewis : I agree. I don't trust Jacob, so my gut instincts are telling me. Let's fight this fight on our own. Us four.
Jack Daniels : Kirsta's right. Fuck Jacob, Fuck Rayne. He's taken the cowards way out, Jackie. He's a loser, why are you with him? It's beyond me.
Mark Dela Vega : It's time to stand up and be counted. Scaring them away earlier, that did nothing. We need to attack and make a huge statement.
Jackie Daniels : Jack, shut up.
Kirsta Lewis : I've got the perfect idea.
Kirsta says with a smile and ushers Jackie, Jack and Mark around in a huddle as we head back to ringside.
Ringside
Sweeny : Kirsta and Jackie are conspiring towards our management. This is only going to get worse, before it gets better.
Alcohol Paul : Shut up, Michael.
“I Am The Very Best…”
“I Am The Absolute Best…”
“…and I am the Sexiest of them all!”
After those words are uttered, “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift starts to play. Aubrianna Powers and Melanie McBride steps out onto the stage, met with loud booing from the fans. They both smirk smugly and they confidently strides towards the ring, Tag Team Championships slung over their shoulders. Aubrianna steps up onto the ring apron and strikes a sexy sultry pose which draws a few cheers from the male contingent, despite the women who continue to boo. McBride then steps through the ropes and approaches the center where Aubrianna poses again. The music dies down and they patiently wait to talk.
Aubrianna Powers : A month ago, we walked into our debut match here in Motor City Wrestling. And we were immediately gifted an opportunity. One we gladly seized, as we, The Elite, became MCW Tag Team Champions. When Duane Jacobs hired me, he specifically wanted to invigorate the tag team division, because apart from us, it's rubbish.
Melanie McBride : Me and Aubrianna, we're the best tag team that MCW has ever witnessed or produced. Duane saw good business when he signed Aubrianna. And once she signed, it was only a matter of time before The Elite became the premier tag team here. I'm shocked that it was in our debut match, but none the less, it's what we deserve. We're the best tag team MCW has to offer. And dare i say, the best in this industry. There's not a single team that can stop us here or anywhere. We'll continue to dominate.
Aubrianna Powers : So with that said, as good as we are. We need a challenge. What MCW has to offer, isn't good enough. And i know that we're signed to Battleground Network, so if any tag teams in the vicinity fancy getting their asses handed to them, step right up and meet us at Deliverance.
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.
Sweeny : Business is about to pick up.
“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. Aubrianna and Melanie are seething that Jason and Willow could dare have the nerve to interrupt them.
Aubrianna Powers : How DARE YOU!!!
Jason holds a finger to his lip, as Willow raises the mic to hers and begins to speak.
Willow Wilkes : How dare we? Didn't you just issue a challenge to anyone to step up and face you at Deliverance? Aubrianna, dear. Don't act like the stereotypical blonde, but then again, i guess you can't help it.
Willow smiles before passing the microphone to Jason.
Jason King : Ladies, apparently no one within these halls of Motor City Wrestling is enough to challenge you. Apparently no one in this company is good enough to share a ring with "The Elite" well darlings, that's where you're wrong.
Jason passes the microphone back to Willow, as both can't stop smiling.
Sweeny : They make me want to vomit.
Alcohol Paul : Alcohol makes me want to vomit!
Willow Wilkes : We are the epitome, the new breed of wrestling. We became "The Creation" to give everyone what they've been asking for. And Aubrianna, Melanie. You're asking for a challenge. A match at Deliverance. Well we're here to give you and these fans, what everyone wants. The Creation vs. The Elite at Deliverance. And we'll happily take those Tag Team Championships away from you both.
Aubrianna Powers : No...No...No... We want a real challenge, from another fed within the Battleground Network to show just how good we are. And that there is some semblance of talent here in Motor City.
The sound of a throat clearing can be heard, as everyone's attention is diverted to the Titan-Tron and the crowd immediately erupt into a chorus of boos.
Malakai Laymon : Since we've been revealed, it's been Glory Braddock who's made the matches thus far at Deliverance. But that stops here. Because eventually i want to tear these walls in MCW down, but until that time, i also want to bleed you idiots dry. So at Deliverance "The Elite" will be defending their Tag Team Championships inside of a 15 foot STEEL CAGE.... And we can only get a winner when both members of a team have climbed the cage and both feet touch the floor.
The titan-tron goes to static as Willow and Jason grin from ear to ear and motion to Aubrianna and Melanie that those titles will soon be around the waists of them. They step back and exit the ring, as Aubrianna is furious and berating anyone and everyone, as Melanie remains stoic inside the ring as she doesn't take her eyes of Willow nor Jason, as the fans go crazy for the decision that Malakai has made for Deliverance.
Sweeny : Wow, what a match. Tag Team Championships inside of a 15 foot, Steel Cage. It's going to be carnage, absolute carnage.
Tommy Cook vs. Jessica Jones
Sweeny : And now it's time for our second match of the evening. Tommy Cook goes one on one with Jessica Jones.. Paul you want to share anything?
Alcohol Paul : *Snores*
Sweeny : I guess not.
Ben Watson : This match is scheduled for one fall.
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 introducing his opponent this evening, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... JESSICA JONES!!!
“…Wait, wait….”
(“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Jones.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Jones steps out onto the stage.)
You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.
(Two huge pyrotechnic shots go off behind her as she raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.)
You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.
Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.
(She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.)
Sweeny : And what a match to start us off. Jones won last time out. And Cook didn't have the best of debuts, but it wasn't entirely his fault.
Alcohol Paul : I'M DRUNK!!
Sweeny : We've gathered that. Is this the best we can get to replace, Brody?
Alcohol Paul : HE'S DRUNK!!
Alex Johnson stands between Jones and Cook, both eager to get this match started. Eventually he calls for the bell to be rung and this match can get underway.
Alcohol Paul : THE NOISE!!!!
Sweeny : Kill me, kill me now.
Cook forces himself past Alex and doesn't hesitate and hits Jessica with an elbow to her nose, before unleashing a torrent of stiff right and left punches, rocking Jones on her feet. Cook drills a knee into her sternum forcing Jessica to bend over. To which he drills another knee into her face, forcing her straighten up, taking a few steps backwards. Tommy runs at her and attempts a clothesline, but Jones ducks. Cook swivels round before Jones does and rakes her back, before moving in and wrapping his arms around her back and hits a belly to back suplex, as Jessica's neck connects viciously with the canvas.
Sweeny : Tommy Cook is in absolute control here against Jones tonight. You've got to worry for her.
Alcohol Paul : NO!!!
Sweeny : What??
Alcohol Paul : I SAID... NOOOOOO!!
Jessica groggily stands to her feet and Cook is on her instantly and once again wraps his arms around her body and this time hits a belly to belly suplex. Jessica flies across the ring and grabs the middle rope, as she pulls herself up. Tommy runs across to her and clubs her in the back, shot after shot. As Jessica falls back to her knees. Cook continues on her back and wraps his forearm around her throat, but Jessica pushes herself up of her feet and hits him with a jawbreaker.
Alcohol Paul : Ouchie!
Cook holds his jaw and flails backwards. Jessica shoots to her feet and turns around. She runs over and drills him with a few right handers, rocking him on his feet. Grabbing his wrist, she goes to irish whips him, but instead leaves her knee out and connects with his sternum. Bending over, Jones runs at the ropes and bounces off them and hits a scissors kick onto the back of Tommy Cook who hits the canvas. Sensing an opportunity, Jessica locks in the "Haas of Pain" as Alex Johnson drops to the canvas.
Sweeny : And just like that, the match turns on it's head. And Cook is in a tremendous amount of trouble.
Alcohol Paul : SHHHHHH!
Johnson is asking Cook if he wants to quit, but he shakes his head. And Jessica applies the pressure, but Tommy Cook isn't giving in.
Sweeny : What the hell?
Cassie Mason walks out onto the stage, chair in hand and looks down at the ring. She however opens the chair and sits down watching Jessica and Tommy. Jessica releases the hold after hearing the boos and stands to see Cassie Mason waving at her. And then from beneath the curtains, Drew Stevenson also walks out. Chair in hand and takes a seat the opposite side of Cassie and watches the match intently. Jessica doesn't know where to turn, as Tommy begins getting to his feet.
Sweeny : Distraction from Mason and Stevenson, otherwise i think Jones would've made Cook tap out eventually.
Tommy runs at Jones, but her instinct kicks in and she dodges the bullet and hits Cook with a roundhouse kick to his temple, putting him on his knees. She doesn't hesitate and sprints at Cook and attempts an Asai DDT, but Tommy catches her and slings her across the ring with an exploder suplex. It gives him a moment to catch his breath, before getting back to this feet and Jones is already pulling herself up to her feet, but Cook strikes her in the face with a knee. The shot puts her back down to the canvas, as she rolls onto her back and in doing so. Tommy jumps into the air and hits her with a double foot stomp to her upper abdomen. The ferocity of the stomp causes Jones to roll around holding her upper chest, as Tommy walks over to the ropes and looks at Mason and Stevenson, happy with himself right now.
Sweeny : Tommy Cook is looking polished tonight.
Alcohol Paul : I thought he was English?
Sweeny : Polished! Not Polish, idiot.
Tommy continues to lean on the ropes, berating both his opponents at Deliverance. As Jessica gets to her feet and walks over to Cook and grabs his head and turns him around and plants him right onto the canvas with a huge lightning spiral.
Sweeny : Desperation move there by Jessica?
Alcohol Paul : That would be sleeping with either of us!
Jessica drags herself over and drapes an arm over the chest of Cook, as Alex Johnson drops to the canvas and begins a count.
1..
2...
Noooo.... Cook kicks out, as Jessica rolls over onto her front and pushes herself up to her feet. Patiently she waits as Tommy pulls himself to his feet and she runs at him and clothesline him over the top rope to the outside. But luckily he somehow ends up on his feet. Jones pulls on the top rope, before jumping onto it and leaping off hitting Tommy Cook with a high risk Asai DDT planting Cook's dome onto the concrete and sending herself crashing hard into the barricade.
Sweeny : Whoa, what a manoeuvre by Jessica. But she's now hurt herself in the process. And Alex has started a count out.
1..
2..
3...
4...
5...
Jones begins to stir as does Cook.
6...
7....
8.....
9.....
Cook is to his feet and goes to slide into the ring on the ten count, but Jones grabs his leg at the last possible moment and drags him back not allowing him to get into the ring.
10........
Sweeny : A double count out. This match ends all square.
Ben Watson : Due to a double count out, the referee has deemed this match.... A DRAW!!!
The fans boo, obviously wanting to see Jessica win this one, but it's not to be. Tommy slams the palm of his hands against the ring apron, clearly frustrated. Jessica runs her hands through her hair as Tommy turns around and cracks her with a right hander, before clotheslining her over the security barricade. The fans boo excessively as Cook smugly struts around berating the fans that are screaming insults at him.
Sweeny : Tommy Cook most certainly isn't a fan favourite is he, Paul?
Alcohol Paul : No...
Cook walks up the ramp and to the back, as the fans continue screaming insults at him, but he's un-moved as he takes one last look back at the fans, before winking at them, infuriating them even more. The cameras cut to backstage.
Backstage
In the parking lot, a battered and bruised Steve Silveroak is seen with Whitecloud, Malakai and Eric Sailes. They seem to be talking to him and trying to get his confidence back after Jacob Laymon just destroyed him. When they hear a screeching sound and turn around to see a speeding car hurtling towards them.
Eric Sailes pushes his Dad out of the way, as Malakai jumps clear. Unfortunately the car ploughs straight into Steve Silveroak, wedging him against the wall and his legs crushed underneath the wreckage.
Whitecloud jumps up and opens the drivers door, hoping to pull the culprit out. But he's met with no one, just a knife that's been stabbed into the accelerator pedal. Pulling it out, he takes a good look at it and notices it to be his. He passes it over to Eric to take it away, as the EMT's begin rushing over and attending to Steve Silveroak. As a visibly shaken Malakai can be heard talking with Whitecloud.
Malakai : Someone wants us dead. Or maybe, just you.
Whitecloud looks around hoping to see if anyone might be lingering around, as he rubs his chin.
Whitecloud : I wouldn't be in the least bit surprised. People have threatened to keep me buried this time. So the list has a select few.
Malakai : This won't deter us brother, we need to push on and carry out our plan to the very last moment. And then everything will have been worthwhile, you must understand that?
Whitecloud : Our lives are worth something you know, Malakai.
Malakai : I know. And once we've finished with them, they're going to wish it was them in front of that car and not Steve. We'll find those responsible, don't worry about that.
Whitecloud and Malakai walk over to the EMT's and check on Steve Silveroak as we cut back to ringside.
Ringside
Alcohol Paul : I'M DRUNK!!
Sweeny : Thank you for yet again, enlightening us. But what about that in the parking lot? Steve Silveroak looks to be crushed between a car and a wall. Someone tried to run over Whitecloud or Malakai. Or both.
Alcohol Paul : YES!!
Sweeny : And as heinous as it is. We must power on. And now it's time for our next match. Drew Stevenson looks to get his first win here in MCW. And he faces the monster, Priest. That's up now.
Ben Watson : This match is scheduled for one fall....
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 introducing first, hailing from Springfield, MO... THE EMERALD.... DREW... STEVENSON...
The lights dim as the fans boo 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 patiently 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 : Both men in the ring now. And Drew is looking confident, as is Priest.
Drew and Priest go face to face, well more like face to chest. As Drew doesn't wait for the bell to be rung and drills Priest with a couple of right handers, followed by a couple of left handers, which rock Priest somewhat. Drew drives his boot into the sternum of Priest and grabs his head and hits a DDT, planting Priest's dome into the canvas.
Sweeny : Great early offensive from Drew Stevenson. Clearly out to win this match and stop those losses.
Alcohol Paul : I'M STILL DRUNK!!! *BURP*
Sweeny : Smooth, Paul. Very smooth.
Drew springs back to his feet and delivers a variety of knee strikes to the head and body of Priest, as the big man tries to defend himself. Stevenson doesn't relent and drills his boot right into the face of Priest. The big man shakes it off and smiles, getting to his knees. Drew drills his knee right into the side of Priest's head, before grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. Wrapping his arms around his body, Drew summons up an incredible amount of strength and puts Priest on his back, with a huge Gutwrench Powerbomb as the ring begins rocking back and forth.
Sweeny : What a show of strength from Drew there. Priest has got 100lbs on him, but he still managed to powerbomb him.
Getting to his feet, Drew wipes some sweat from his brow after just lifting Priest. Drew walks over and grabs Priest by the hair and pulls him to his knees, but Priest hits him with an elbow to the gut, before getting to his feet and hitting Stevenson with a sidewalk slam. Priest rolls of Drew and after getting to his feet, runs at the ropes and comes back of them and hits a running leg drop right across the upper abdomen of Drew Stevenson. Priest pushes Drew away from him as he gets to his knees.
Sweeny : You can't keep the big man down. Priest is now looking in control of this match, after Drew's fast paced start.
Alcohol Paul : Priest sucks!!
Sweeny : Anything else to add, Paul?
Alcohol Paul : Errrm. Yeah. I'M....
Sweeny : Drunk. Yeah, we get it.
Priest grabs Drew and lifts him onto his feet, before then lifting him into the air. And showing off his power, Priest lifts him up for the gorilla press. After two or three presses, Priest releases him and goes for a wristlock, but Drew as he comes down manages to and pulls out the stops and DDT's Priest once again to the canvas. This time he doesn't waste any time and floats over and hooks his leg.
1...
2... Nooooo, Priest kicks out.
Drew grabs Priest and drags him to his feet and irish whips him off into the ropes. As Priest comes back towards Drew as he and Priest take one another down to the canvas with a double clothesline.
1...
2...
3...
As both men are down and out, Alex Johnson started a double count out.
4...
5...
Drew is the first to begin moving...
6...
7...
And Drew is now up to his feet, as he walks over and picks Priest up, who was playing possum and cracks Drew with a stiff uppercut, forcing Drew backwards on his feet. Priest lifts Drew off his feet and onto his shoulders, before running over and throwing him off, face connecting with the corner turnbuckle. Priest runs at the ropes, hitting them hard and coming back at Drew fast who turns around and Priest almost takes his head off with the "Snake Eyes".
Sweeny : What a shot from Priest, right between the eyes of Stevenson. That's going to hurt.
Alcohol Paul : He could go blind!!
Priest walks around Drew and smiles from ear to ear, as he stands over him and runs his thumb across his throat, signalling the end for Drew Stevenson. Grabbing him by the arm, he pulls him up to his feet, but Drew has other ideas and manages to fire off a few Muay Thai kicks to Priest's body and legs, one in particular connecting with his knee.
But before Priest could buckle to his knees, Drew grabs him and sets him up for a T-Bone Suplex and manages to connect. Drew gets to his feet and sees a fallen Priest and immediately smiles.
Sweeny : I wonder what Drew has in store for Priest now?
Alcohol Paul : Maybe some bread or milk!! Ohhh i know, he's got ALCOHOL!! Because he wants to get DRUNK!!
Sweeny : Oh dear god!
Drew walks over and grabs his legs, before rolling him over onto his stomach as Priest tries to counter Drew, but fails and Stevenson locks in his "Missouri Cloverleaf" move, as Priest struggles with this knee in so much pain and his back arched.
Sweeny : We don't see this often, but we could see Priest tap right here.
Alcohol Paul : TAP OUT!! TAP OUT!!
Priest is shaking his head as Alex Johnson asks him if he wants to quit. But after a few moments of excruciating pain, Priest bangs the mat and taps out... Drew releases the submission finisher, as Priest flops to the canvas.
Sweeny : OH MY GAWD!!! PRIEST JUST TAPPED!! DREW STEVENSON MADE PRIEST QUIT!! What a bad couple of weeks for him. And finally, Drew has picked up his first win here in MCW.
Alcohol Paul : I'm still drunk! Very drunk.
Ben Watson : The winner of this match, via submission.. THE EMERALD... DREW STEVENSON...
Getting to his feet, Alex Johnson raises the arm of Drew Stevenson who grins from ear to ear as he exits the ring, as Priest begins to grab the ropes to help him to his feet. When we hear a cackling laughter over the titan-tron and a slow clap.
Jacob Laymon : You've truly out-done yourself this time, Priest.
The sound of Jacob Laymon grabs everyone's attentions, including that of Priest.
Jacob Laymon : You claim to be badly treated by management and that's why you've never been given a fair shot at the World Championship here in MCW. When you know that's not true, Priest. It's because you can't cut it. All those years ago, Rayne gave you a shot for the World Championship against Lance Williams i believe? And you blew it. The reason you've never had a crack at the upper echelons here in MCW. It's not a case of bad treatment. It's because your not good enough. And Priest, Jackie and now Drew has shown you just how far from being World Championship material, you really are.
An irate Priest can be seen berating Jacob, but the mics can't pick it up clearly enough.
Jacob Laymon : And there you go again, flapping those gums. You're in this triple threat match at Deliverance for one reason and one reason only. And it's not because you deserve it. It's not because you're good enough to win it. No, Priest. You know why you're in it, everyone does. And once i show you up at Deliverance, maybe you'll piss off to pastures new and bore them with your so called "talents".
Jacob smiles and waves at Priest as the transmission goes dead. As Priest is pulling on the top rope in anger after hearing what Jacob had to say.
Ringside
Sweeny : Ouch! Some harsh words from Laymon about Priest. I don't think that's a good idea, riling up a monster like that.
Alcohol Paul : Monster!!! HAHAHAHA!!!
Backstage
Jacob Laymon is in Duane Jacobs office, as he's standing and talking to Jessica Jones, Kirsta Lewis, Jackie Daniels, Jack Daniels and Mark Dela Vega.
Jacob Laymon : This is bad guys, really bad. I don't want Whitecloud, Malakai or his goons anywhere near this company. But doing that. That was one step too far. I need to know, which one of you was it? It was someone in this room.
Kirsta laughs and shakes her head at Jacob.
Jacob Laymon : Something funny, Kirsta?
Kirsta stands up and walks over to Jacob and points a finger at him.
Kirsta Lewis : Yes Jacob, there is. And it's you. You're not our boss. The Laymon in control of Motor City Wrestling, is your brother, not you. We don't take orders from you and we never will. And who cares about if someone tried to kill those idiots. If you ask me, it's a shame they failed in finishing them off. But then again, it leaves them for us. Which would be lovely.
Jack Daniels clears his throat and stands up.
Jack Daniels : I don't think you should be looking at someone in this room. Instead, you need to look outside of it. Someone who holds a grudge but hasn't got the balls to face them.
Jackie shakes her head and slaps Jack across the face.
Jackie Daniels : Don't you fucking dare, Jack. Rayne didn't do this. He's got the kids in Florida, there's no way he would've done this. It's someone in this room, but i agree with Kirsta. Who cares. The only good thing to come out of this, is that we can finish the job off now.
Jackie, Jack, Mark and Kirsta look at one another and nod, as they begin walking out of the room much to the dismay of Jacob.
Jacob Laymon : And where are you going? This needs to be sorted out. It's a serious situation we find ourselves in.
Kirsta Lewis : No Jacob. It's a serious situation, you find yourself in. Like i said, we don't work for you. We're taking "The Company" down by ourselves. You need us more than we need you. You scoffed at Rayne's suggestion, now you want strength in numbers. Well you better find it elsewhere. We're not getting suckered in.
Jacob looks at Jessica as she shrugs her shoulders, not knowing what to say. As those four leave, Glory Braddock walks into focus as Jessica gets to her feet and greets her.
Jessica Jones : Glory, i'm glad you're here. We need to talk. Jacob, do you mind?
Jacob Laymon : Not at all. See you later.
Jessica walks behind Jacob and closes the door behind him, as Glory leans up against Duane's desk.
Glory Braddock : Might as well claim this office as my own. I don't think Duane, will be back anytime soon. What can i do for you, Jessica?
Jessica walks over to Glory and stands in front of her.
Jessica Jones : I want a fair shot, that's what i want. I know we're family and i'm not sure if you're holding me back because of that. You don't want to favour me, i get that. But i've beaten Drew Stevenson. And somehow Tommy Cook got away with a draw against me tonight. And i know i can take Cassie Mason. So i want in at Deliverance in the triple threat match for the Motor City Championship.
Glory Braddock : It's not that, Jessica. You had a shot at the Motor City Championship at Purgatory and you didn't walk away with the title. So i want to see what others have to offer to that Championship.
A clearly irritated Jessica shakes her head.
Jessica Jones : No. That's bullshit. You've had title shots and lost them. And you've had opportunities at those titles again. I want mine. This isn't favouritism, it's common sense and you know it.
Glory Braddock : Look Jessica, i'll tell you what i'll do. I'll take it under advisement and keep an open mind about the prospect of you challenging for it. I will let you know in due course.
A clearly frustrated Jessica turns away from Glory and walks out the office, as Glory can't help but smile....
Glory Braddock : Bloody families, who'd have them!
Ringside
Trinity Street vs. Cassandra Mason
Sweeny : Interesting developments. Jacob suggesting it was someone in that room. And Jack Daniels blaming Rayne Young. All i know, is we've got one hell of a Main Event for you guys to bear witness too.
Alcohol Paul : You're boring me!
Ben Watson : Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match. Introducing first, hailing 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.
Ben Watson : And her opponent for this evening. Hailing from Kensington, England.... THE MCW WORLD CHAMPION... THE MATRIARCH OF MONARCHY!!! 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, with the MCW World Championship over her shoulder. 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 and her World Championship. Trinity has a few words to the referee while awaiting for the start of the match against her opponent…
Sweeny : I'm looking forward to this one. This won't be for the faint of heart.
An aggressive Trinity rushes in only to get countered by an arm drag takedown from Cassie Mason. Another arm drag from Cassie, and another, and then a dropkick. Cassie loads up for another dropkick but the intelligent Trinity wisely rolls to the outside to stop her momentum. Cassie with a running start leaps over the top with a suicide dive but Trinity side steps her, causing Cassie to hit head first into the steel guard rail.
Trinity pulls Cassie up and whips her violently into the steel steps. Trinity with a back suplex on the outside. She rolls inside to break the count and then rolls back outside. Trinity with a side Russian leg sweep on the outside. Trinity rolls Cassie back into the ring. Trinity joins her back in the ring and then hoists Cassie up onto her shoulders into a fireman’s carry before dropping her down across her knee in a gut buster. Trinity with three quick leg drops in succession before going for a cover….
Sweeny : Trinity on the offensive from the offset. And she goes for an early pinfall attempt here.
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…2Kickout!
Trinity with an Octopus Stretch. Cassie fights and struggles in the hold for about thirty seconds until Trinity breaks the hold. Trinity locks in a hammerlock. Cassie again fights the hold. Cassie reverses into a hammerlock of her own. Trinity re-counters into yet another hammerlock only this time immediately transitioning into a body slam. Trinity with a cover…
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…2 Kickout!
Trinity pulls Cassie up and goes for a Northern Lights suplex but Cassie counters into a ddt! Cassie rolls to the outside to create some separation as Trinity scrambles back to her feet. She turns around into a Springboard crossbody from Cassie! Trinity is quickly back to her feet and immediately trades rights with Cassie. Trinity gets the advantage and goes for an Irish whip but Cassie reverses and then nails Trinity with a pop up cutter!
Sweeny : Cassie Mason with a great pop up cutter. Taking Trinity right out of it.
Street again uses her veteran instincts to roll to the outside to avoid the onslaught from Cassie Mason. But Cassie gives chase, going to the ring apron and connecting with a diving hurricanrana to the outside to take her down! Cassie goes right back to the top and stays perched, waiting for Trinity to get back up. She turns around and Cassie leaps off with a top rope cross body off the top to the outside, taking down Trinity!
Cassie rolls the champion back into the ring. She whips her into the ropes but Trinity reverses. Cassie comes back with a tilt-a-whirl into a head scissors takedown! Cassie with a calf-kick! Cassie with the cover…
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...2 Kickout!
Cassie goes up to the top rope and stays perched as Trinity climbs back to her feet. She turns around and Cassie leaps off, looking for a cross body but Trinity counters on the way down with a three-fourth turn neck breaker!
Trinity pulls Cassie up and drops her with a pump handle front slam. Trinity with another series of three quick leg drops. She pulls Cassie up and whips her into the nearby corner. Trinity charges in and connects with a handspring elbow. Cassie slumps down in the corner. Seeing her opponent seated in the corner, Trinity charges in with a dropkick to the face! Trinity pulls Cassie up, whips her into the corner, and catches her with a Samoan drop. She covers…
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…3 No! Cassie gets a shoulder up!
Street waits for Cassie to pull herself up before dropping her again with a spinning heel kick. Trinity then climbs up to the top rope and waits. Cassie pulls herself up and Trinity goes for a hurricarana but Cassie counters into a sitout power bomb! Both women are down as the referee begins his count…
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Trinity begins to stir, as does Cassie.
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5!
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Trinity is to her knees. Cassie is by the ropes, using them to pull herself up.
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8!
Cassie is up first, followed by Trinity. Cassie walks into a right hand. Cassie retaliates with a right of her own. Eventually the two are again trading right hands. Cassie gets the better of the exchange backing Trinity into the ropes. She goes for an Irish whip but Trinity reverses. Cassie comes back on the rebound with a jumping leg lariat! Cassie with a Frankensteiner Driver! Cassie hooks Trinity up and connects with Ride With Me! Cassie covers…
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2…
…3 NOOO! Trinity shoots her right shoulder off the mat!
Cassie is shocked that Trinity did not stay down but quickly sets up for another move. She rushes in, going for Bow To Me, but Trinity moves out of the way and counters into Autocracy! Trinity into a cover…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Cassie gets a shoulder up!
Trinity begins showing a few signs of frustration but she does not lose focus. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and then comes off with The Power Trip! Trinity covers…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Cassie gets a shoulder up!
Now Trinity is showing a great deal of frustration as Cassie refuses to stay down. Trinity rolls to the outside and drags Cassie towards the steel turnbuckle. Trinity then locks in The Paralyzer on the steel turnbuckle! Cassie is in a great deal of pain and anguish! The referee admonishes Trinity to let go of the hold but she refuses. The referee begins his count…
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3!
4!
Trinity breaks the hold just before the count of five. Trinity rolls back into the ring and takes Cassie by her leg and drops her with a dragon screw leg whip, adding more damage to the leg. Trinity locks Cassie up in a figure four leg lock! Cassie in a great deal of pain as the referee asks if she wishes to submit but Cassie refuses. Cassie fights towards the ropes and she is nearly there when Trinity relinquishes the hold, drags her back to the center, and reapplies it. Cassie is again in a lot of pain but this time instead of trying to reach the ropes she opts to try and turn Trinity over. After a great deal of struggle Cassie succeeds in turning Trinity over, thus reversing the pressure and putting the pain on Trinity. Quickly Trinity manages to break the hold up before it does her any damage.
Trinity with a Full Nelson face buster on Cassie. Trinity then takes Cassie and drops her with a Northern Lights suplex into a bridging pin…
1…
2…
….3 NOOO! Cassie kicks out!
Trinity signals that she’s going to end it. She pulls Cassie up and hooks her up for a ddt, perhaps Thy Kingdom Come, but before it can be performed Cassie counters into a Northern Lights release suplex! Trinity scrambles back to her feet as does Cassie. Trinity walks into a dragon whip! And another dragon whip from Cassie! Cassie with a reverse side kick to the chest and then another the ribcage! Cassie goes back to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a missile dropkick! Cassie into the cover…
1….
2…
…3 NOOO! Trinity gets a shoulder up!
Trinity again tries to roll to the outside but this time Cassie is wise to the move. She stops Trinity and then jerks her back in with a slingshot cutter! Cassie covers…
1…
2…
…3 NOOO! Trinity gets a shoulder up!
Cassie signals that she’s going to try and end this by going back to the top. She leaps off the top, looking for a moonsault, but Trinity has it well scouted and gets her knees up, driving them into Cassie’s gut on the way down!
Trinity uses the ropes to pull herself up. She waits as Cassie pulls herself up, holding her gut in pain. Cassie turns around into a sudden superkick to the jaw, dropping her like a ton of bricks! Trinity pulls Cassie up, hooks her up, and drops her with Thy Kingdom Come! Trinity covers….
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…3!
DING! DING! DING!
Ben Watson : Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, the MCW World Champion, TRINITY STREET!
Trinity gets to her feet and is handed her World Championship by Mr. Ginn and a microphone, as he follows her into the ring and stands by her side.
Trinity Street : Jacob, Priest, i want you both to take this picture in. Soak it up real good, because this is how the end of Deliverance will look.
Trinity stands over Cassie Mason raising the MCW World Championship high into the air over her head, smiling from ear to ear. After a few seconds she drops the title over her shoulder, before taking the microphone from Mr. Ginn.
Trinity Street : I hope both of you captured that picture and i hope to god both of you, soaked it right up. Jacob, at Deliverance i will beat you. That's not arrogance talking, it's called experience. Because you remember, Jacob. Just two shows into MCW Rebirth and i defeated you. And despite Glory's attempt to create a divide in our group, by placing Priest into the mix. It won't have an effect. Because i don't care that he's in our group, not only will i beat Jacob, i'll beat Priest at the same time. And i'll reinforce my status as MCW beacon of hope. I will lead this company into a new era. Jacob, Priest i want you to witness first hand how devastating i can be.
Mr. Ginn grabs Trinity a steel chair and hands it over, as Trinity passes him her World Championship strap, which he dutifully holds. Raising the chair above her head, as brings it slamming down onto Cassie's head. But before she can do it anymore, Tommy Cook rushes down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Sweeny : Wait! Cook can't be making the save, especially as Mason put him on the canvas after their debuts two weeks ago?
Tommy Cook begins talking to Trinity, who nods and gracefully hands over the steel chair, as Mr. Ginn hands her the World Championship and the microphone.
Trinity Street : Cassie, i hope you enjoy what's coming to you. And Jacob, Priest, i hope you understand now. And in just over a month, Deliverance will be upon us. And yet again, i will be standing tall with my World Championship. And i'll be doing it without "The Company".
Trinity drops the microphone in the ring, as Tommy slams the steel chair right across the head of Cassie Mason, she tries to roll away, but Cook slams the chair across her back now. But before he can do so again, the steel chair is wrenched from his grasp. Turning around his eyes widen, as Drew Stevenson stands there with a smirk and slams the chair right between the eyes of Tommy Cook putting him to the mat. Stevenson drops the chair and walks around the ring beating his clenched fist against his chest as the crowd roar in approval at his actions.
Sweeny : Once again, it's a huge clusterfuck here in MCW.
Alcohol Paul : And as usual. I'M DRUNK!!
Drew walks around the ring and picks the microphone that Trinity left.
Drew Stevenson : Tonight you've seen the start of the Drew Stevenson era in Motor City Wrestling. Now that i've gotten that monkey of my back and i'm not talking about Priest. I can soar to the heights i know i'm capable off. Eleven HOF rings and over thirty World Championships, prove that. It was only a matter of time until things came good for me. And heading into Deliverance, i will show why Miss. Braddock was right to put me in the mix for the MCW Motor City Championship. MCW, i've finally arrived.
Cook begins climbing to his feet, but Stevenson cracks him right in the face with microphone, putting Cook back to the mat as Drew makes his exit out of the ring, as Cassie begins to come around...
Sweeny : Things are definitely heating up for Deliverance. I can't wait until Mayhem #8 and see what that brings us. Hopefully a new commentator.
Alcohol Paul : Hey! I'm sober now, what the heck!
Sweeny : It's been a pleasure, ladies and gentlemen. And until next time, i bid you farewell and good riddance.
Backstage
A detailed security team have assembled and is protecting Malakai, Whitecloud, Eric Sailes, Priest and most importantly, the MCW World Champion, Trinity Street.
Malakai Laymon : Trinity, i'm glad you haven't been targeted. Along with Mr. Ginn, you'll have a security team at all MCW related events, just to ensure nothing untowards happens to you.
Trinity Street : Malakai, Whitecloud, i appreciate your concern. But Mr. Ginn is more than capable of stopping any threat and so am i. It's unwarranted and unneeded for myself. I'm not the World Champion here for no reason, am i. Now if you don't mind, i'd like to get back to my family. I'll see you in two weeks.
Trinity walks away with Mr. Ginn in tow, as Malakai shakes his head.
Malakai Laymon : Why can i sense something bad is going to happen?
Whitecloud : Probably because it will.
The cameras pan out as Whitecloud and Malakai are surrounded by their security team.
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