"All I ever wanted
was to be at your service
but now I'm alone
cause you were here and you're gone.
And all I ever wanted
was to feel I had a purpose
but now that's all gone
But if you could give me
just one love
just one life
just one chance to believe in mine
just one love
just one life
you'd bleed for me
and I didn't dare to notice you
now I'm stuck
out on a line.
Bleed for me
I didn't care to be with you
now you're stuck in my mind
All I ever wanted
was to be what you needed
cause something so strong
it could never be wrong.
And all I can promise
is to say what I'm feeling
We've made it so long
But if you could give me
just one love
just one life
just one chance to believe in mine
just one love
just one life
you'd bleed for me
and I didn't dare to notice you
now I'm stuck
out on a line.
You'd bleed for me
I didn't care to be with you
now you're stuck in my mind
Just one love in my life...
You'd bleed for me
and I didn't dare to notice you
now I'm stuck
out on a line.
Bleed for me
I didn't care to be with you
now you're stuck in my mind"
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 "Trinity's a sore loser" and "Jacob's the champ" before spinning around to an advertisement for Shattered Dreams, before finally landing on the announce team of Michael Sweeny and Steven Brody.
"Take It to the Head" by DJ Khaled feat Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj erupts through the P.A system as boos fill the arena, and out steps a happier Malakai Laymon, as the fans continue to vent their anger towards him as he brushes them off and walks down the ramp, arms outstretched as the grin on his face tells it's whole story as he walks up the steps and into the ring. Boos continue to fill the arena, as Malakai walks over and stands in the centre of the ring and takes in his surroundings, before raising the microphone to his lips.
Malakai Laymon: Two weeks ago, Motor City Wrestling said goodbye to the Joe Louis Arena. When you think of MCW, there's a few things synamous with that name. Jacob Laymon, Rayne Young, Kirsta Lewis and the Joe Louis Arena. It's held every event bar one, since this place opened up a decade ago. It's housed hundreds of MCW shows from Mayhem to our PPV's. But that era has passed and Joe Louis Arena is no more. Just like soon, Jacob, Rayne and Kirsta will be no more in this company.
The crowd boo heavily, leaving Malakai to smile and take in the atmosphere once more.
Malakai Laymon: And tonight we're live from the Palace of Auburn Hills. Which was once the home of the Detroit Pistons.
Hearing the name of their favourite basketball team, the crowd begin a "Piston" chant.
Malakai Laymon: Now that they've moved to Little Caesars, this place was to be torn down. But i approached Tom Gores and put an offer to him that was too good for him to turn down. And this morning it became official. This is no longer the Palace of Auburn Hills owned by the Detroit Pistons. It's now the Motor City Arena, owned by none other than MOTOR CITY WRESTLING FEDERATION INC.
The crowd go crazy with the announcement of the stadium purchase.
Sweeny: Holy shit, we've actually got a place to call home. OUR OWN HOME.
Brody: I know, it's awesome.
"Bravo, brother, bravo."
The sound of his voice sent the fans into a rapture of cheers, as Malakai turns and looks at his brother walking out onto the stage.
Jacob Laymon: No, seriously, i mean it. Bravo. Motor City's very own arena, what a coup, Kai. You're riding on quite a crest of a wave right now, aren't you? Signing Trinity to face me at Shattered Dreams, and not just for my World Championship. For my career as well. And now, this. A feather in your cap, i'm truly impressed. But one big thing bugs me. How did you manage it, Kai?
Malakai raises his eyebrow, wondering what his brother is getting at.
Jacob Laymon: I mean, i know you brought MCW, but your not exactly flushed with cash are you? And owning this fantastic arena would've cost millions, so Kai, i hope to hell you haven't morgaged this companies future on the basis off owning this stadium?
Malakai nervously smiles, as he brings the microphone to his mouth and responds to his brother.
Malakai Laymon: Not that it's any of your business, Jacob. But it was one person that invested all the money we needed to purchase the arena and take MCW into the next generation.
Jacob nods his head, satisfied with Malakai's answer.
Jacob Laymon: I'm impressed even more now. You managed to get a man that wealthly to invest his hard earned money into MCW for it to outright own an arena, with nothing in return? He must be very wealthly, with connections with a reach you could only imagine, Kai. I wonder who this man could be?
Jacob winks at his brother, as he drops the microphone and turns his back, before walking backstage.
Brody: What the hell? Is Jacob the investor?
Sweeny: No, he can't be.
Malakai stands in the centre of the ring, hands on hip, confused as to what Jacob was potentially hinting at.
Brody: Well whatever is happening, it's defintely confused the hell out of Malakai. And now he's pondering the prospect that maybe his brother had a hand in MCW aquiring this lovely arena for us.
Sweeny: I hope to god that isn't the case. I know Malakai has stacked the odds against his brother at Shattered Dreams, but Jacob getting his own back this way? That's not beyond the realms of possibility to be honest with you.
Tommy Cook, Lucas Knight and Chantelle Chambers are all ready for their matches this evening, as Trinity stands in the middle of them, seemingly briefing them on what the Monarchy expects.
Trinity: Tonight, MCW want to stack the odds against us. Putting our fearless King in a match with Jacob and having Rayne as Special Guest Referee, it stinks of a setup.
Tommy Cook: Don't worry, Trinity. Once me and Chantelle are through with our matches, we'll be ringside to make sure nothing untowards happens.
Chantelle Chambers: And instead the odds will be stacked in our favour. The hierachy here might try and bend things their way. But it won't work, we'll prevail and this company will be forced to realise it's the Monarchy Championship Wrestling. We're going to reign supreme.
Lucas walks over to Trinity and holds her hand in his.
Lucas Knight: Lexi babe, i've got everything worked out. I heard traffic is a bitch tonight and that there was quite a bad accident on the highway, so as much as a shame as it is. I don't think Rayne will be here in time to officate my match this evening.
Trinity grins as she kisses her husband, as Cook and Chambers smile at the way Knight has handled the situation.
Lucas Knight: So tonight, it'll be a fair and square fight. And even though i'm going to beat Jacob within an inch of his life, i won't soften him up too much for you babe. That way he'll have no excuses come Shattered Dreams.
Trinity Street: You're a genius sometimes, you know that.
Trinity says smiling at her husband.
Lucas Knight: I know, i know.
Tommy Cook: Well i don't know about you guys, but i'm ready to kick some ass tonight. Colton won't know what's hit him.
Chantelle Chambers: Neither will Minerva. Tonight's going to be a successful evening for The Monarchy.
Brody: What a crock of shit. Those guys never play fair.
Sweeny: Life is never fair, so quit your whining. Had Rayne been here in time, then i'm sure he and Jacob would've made it impossible for Knight to win.
Brody: Let's face facts, Jacob doesn't need the help. As much as he claims not to be, holding that belt makes him the best this company has on offer. Are their ones with the potential to be better here in MCW? Yes, they're our future. Jacob is our present and his talent is undeniable.
Sweeny: He got lucky at Deliverance. He's past it, so is Kirsta, so is Rayne. If Malakai wants to make this company a success like he claims, then he needs to build it around The MONARCHY!!!
Brody: I disagree.
Sweeny: That's because you're an idiot.
A frantic Jackie Daniels is pacing backstage on the phone just minutes away from her match with K-Remix.
"What's happened? Where are you?" Jackie asks, as Kirsta stands by her side.
"You what? Are you ok?" Jackie shakes her head, as Kirsta looks on at her worryingly.
"Ok baby, love you." Jackie hangs up her cellphone and hands it over to Kirsta, as she places a hand on Jackie's shoulder.
Kirsta Lewis: Jackie, what's the matter? What's going on?
Jackie Daniels: It's Karl. He's been involved in an accident on the highway, and it's caused a major congestion.
Kirsta Lewis: Oh my god. Is he alright though?
Jackie Daniels: He says he is, but i don't know. He seems to think it was deliberate. The other car came at him from nowhere and drove off. I can't go out there now. I need to be by his side.
Kirsta puts her hands on both of Jackie's arms, before speaking to her reassuringly.
Kirsta Lewis: Go out there and beat K-Remix, then go and see Karl if he still isn't here by the time your match is over. It's what he'd want you to do.
Jackie Daniels: I don't know. I guess you're right.
Kirsta gives her friend a hug as Jackie begins making her way out to the stage.
Brody: And now it's almost time for our first match of the evening. Our first ever match in our new home.
Sweeny: And it is. One of these two competitors will be etched in the MCW history books. How depressing is that. One of these two losers will be known throughout MCW for ever.
Brody: Both are wonderful talents in this company. And this company is proud to have them on their books.
Sweeny: You just want to fuck Jackie, that's why.
Brody: And you don't?
Sweeny: I didn't say that. I'm not just going to openly admit it, because i'm sure Rayne will take exception to it.
Brody: Awww diddums, not scared are you?
Sweeny: No. But i'm not stupid either.
Ben Watson: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from El Paso, Texas. The Irresistible, Sweet Southern Comfort.. JACKIE DANIELS...
"Fire It Up" By Black Label Society erupts through the P.A System as a nervous looking Jackie steps through the curtains and walks down the ramp.
Brody: Jackie's looking distressed tonight. I hope Rayne is alright. It seems The Monarchy plotted that!
Sweeny: I don't. Hope he can never wrestle again. Do us all a favour. And there's no proof to suggest that.
Brody: Lucas alluded to it just a few moments ago.
Sweeny: Alluding to something, isn't an admittance of guilt, is it?
Brody: No. But still.
Sweeny: So stop slandering the good man and his name.
Jackie steps into the centre of the ring and paitently waits for her opponent.
Ben Watson: And her opponent. THE KING OF SWAG.... K-REMIX....
"The legend continues?"
"No, a new legend begins!"
This is followed by the sound of a record scratching as a yell is heard over the sound system.
"RE-RE-RE-REMIX!"
The lights flash and some fills the rampway as “Undeniable” by Seckond Chaynce begins to play. The lights in the arena now come up as K-Remix emerges from the back with a smile on his face. He stops at the top of the ramp to hit a quick dab before doing the jogging man challenge down the ramp and up the ring steps. K-Remix still with a big grin on his face walks along the ring apron and looks out over the crowd before throwing his hands high into the air. He hits one more dab then vaults over the top rope and shadow boxes a bit as he prepares for the match at hand.
Brody: K-Remix tore it up two weeks ago against Priest and his brother, sending Priest packing from the MCW.
Sweeny: It's not hard to do that against Priest. But i'm thankful he's got the big retard of our screens now.
As the bell rings, K-Remix wastes little time and runs at Jackie and hits a dropkick to her knees, forcing her down to the canvas. Remix is back on his feet quickly, takes a couple of steps backwards before running back at Jackie, before hitting a shining wizard to the side of her head, causing her to slump to the canvas.
Brody: Damn. K-Remix is going in hard.
Sweeny: I wouldn't mind going in hard on Jackie.
Brody: This could be over quickly.
Sweeny: That's something you're an expert in, Steven.
Remix pulls Jackie to her feet and wastes no time in locking in the "Million Dollar Remix" as Jackie struggles, but after a few moments she taps out, as Remix releases the hold and springs to his feet with a huge smile on his face.
Brody: Wow, K-Remix took advantage of a distant and distressed Jackie Daniels.
Sweeny: I'd like to take advantage of her.
Brody: Mike, get your mind out the gutter.
Sweeny: And with that win, K-Remix is the first person to win a match in our new arena.
Walking backstage and seeing K-Remix make short and light work of her friend, Aubrianna Powers purposely barges into Kirsta knocking Jackie's cellphone to the floor.
Aubrianna Powers: Opps, my bad. You should be more careful in your old age.
Kirsta struggles to contain her anger and manages to somehow hold it together and not strike Powers.
Kirsta Lewis: Another young disrespectful upstart, who thinks they're entilted to everything in this business, but actually they deserve fuck all.
Aubrianna rolls her eyes and mimics Kirsta, which allows her even further.
Aubrianna Powers: Yeah, yeah. You has-beens are all the same, just because you acheived alot in the past and set the way for us, as you like to call it. Doesn't mean you should stick around and take up air time that should be used for better, younger talent like myself. You're past it, Kirsta. You, Rayne, Jacob, all of you should piss off and retire.
Kirsta smiles, before reacting as Kirsta always has and levels Powers with a right hander, putting Aubrianna to a knee.
Kirsta Lewis: Didn't your parents ever tell you to respect your elders.
Kirsta strikes Aubrianna with a right hander again, as she stands over Powers.
Kirsta Lewis: And if that's what you think, Aubrianna. Then maybe you should prove it in a match, so you can fail like you did against Jacob.
Kirsta grins as she bends down and grabs Jackie's broken cellphone, before walking off leaving Aubrianna to lick her wounds.
Brody: Ouch. Kirsta sending a strong message to Aubrianna, don't disrespect her or else.
Sweeny: Let's be honest, Brody. Aubrianna would wipe the floor with Kirsta if those two faced off and i for one, would love to see that.
Brody: You know what Mike, i have to agree with you there. And it's not often i do. But now it's time for our next match. The talented Clay Summers goes one on one against the self proclaimed 'Man Of The Century' Jason Dillinger.
Sweeny: You're clueless sometimes, Brody. Clay Summers, talented? You're having a laugh aren't you?
Brody: He's got the potential to be a great wrestler, Sweeny. Whether that be here or elsewhere. He's still too inexperienced inside the ring. That could change tonight though.
Sweeny: I doubt that, Brody. And tonight will definetly shine a light on whether he's going to be able in the long run.
Brody: Well the time for talking is over, it's showtime now.
Ben Watson: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Hollywood, California... JASON DILLINGER...
The lights go out. Also sprach Zarathustra by Richard Strauss plays. A single spotlight is shining at the top of the ramp way. As the lights slowly come back on, we see Jason Dillinger with his head bowed, his arms crossed in front of him. There is also a young woman down on her knees bowing at his excellence like he is the King of a foreign land. Lifting his head up he strikes a classic bodybuilder poise as the crowd boos at his obvious showboating. He takes a little too long to soak in the negative attention from the crowd. Feeling he allowed the audience to bask in his excellence he signals for Rebecca to stand up. He walks down to the ring with her with a swagger that gives off the impression he owns the building. Rebecca walks up the steps ahead of him to hold open the ropes so he can enter the ring. He walks up the ring steps, enters the ring. Waiting in the ring are three adjacent mirrors. He stares at his at his own reflection in all three mirrors while Rebecca bows down to his excellence as his music fades out.
Ben Watson: And his opponent. hailing from Miami, Florida..... CLAY SUMMERS!!
The lights in the arena dimmer, as the fans wait with baited breath.
"Stare in wonder, who's here to bring you down?
Find your martyr, I'm sure you've made the crown
So light a fire under my bones, so when
I die for you, at least I'll die alone
Ain't nothing for me to end up like this
There's no comparing me this time."
The first verses of "Heroes" By Shinedown erupt through the arena, as Clay Summers, the twenty three year old rookie, with a hooded jacket covering his face, arms outstetched as a single spotlight illuminates Summers. Wearing his black and white trunks and boots, he looks ready and willing for competition.
"All my heroes have now become ghosts
Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most
All my heroes are dead and gone
But down inside of me, they still live on
Dark devotion in a beacon paradise
Shows no emotion to a willing sacrifice
You can put a man on trial, but you can't make the guilty pay
And you can cage an animal, but you can't take away the rage."
Walking down the ramp taking in the muted response he's getting, he smirks from ear to ear, knowing they'll be cheering his name very, very soon. Stopping by the ring, taking in his surroundings, he jumps up and down on the spot, before running and sliding into the ring, under the bottom rope.
"Ain't nothing for me to end up like this
There's no comparing me this time
All my heroes have now become ghosts
Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most
All my heroes are dead and gone
But down inside of me, they still live on."
Clay Summers climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, again getting little response from the crowd here, as he jumps down into the ring, taking his jacket off and awaiting the match to start.
Brody: And here we go.
Summers wastes no time and runs at Dillinger and takes him to the canvas with a huge clothesline. Clay drags Dillinger to his feet and hooks his head, before planting him back down to the canvas with a huge evenflow DDT. Summers kips to his feet, as Dillinger stirs a little bit. Summers walks over and drags him back to his feet, before lifting him high in the air and hooking his legs, before slamming him brutally to the canvas with a huge "Last Rites".
Brody: Wow, Summers is looking to end it quickly.
Clay drops to the canvas and hooks the leg of Jason Dillinger as the referee follows suit and begins to administer a count.
1..
2...
3....
Brody: He's done it. Clay Summers has defeated Jason Dillinger and done so in quick time. Both matches tonight have ended prematurely.
Sweeny: And that's something you definitely know about it, isn't it, Brody!
Brody: Oh shut up, Sweeny.
Standing backstage is Sarah Reese, with Clay Colton by her side.
Sarah Reese: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's my great honour to introduce to you, friend and student of Greg Venom... Clay Colton..
Clay Colton: Thank you, Sarah. It's a pleasure.
Sarah Reese: Tonight Clay, we're about to see you go one on one against the Motor City Champion, Tommy Cook. How are you feeling?
Clay Colton: Confident Sarah, that's how i'm feeling. Cook, no doubt is a talented individual. He's the Motor City Champion after all. But i've been a champion for almost a year elsewhere before hanging up my boots, so i know i can hang with the best. And beating Tommy Cook tonight will really put me in the Motor City Championship frame. And that's what i'm looking to do.
Suddenly Colton is slammed to the concrete floor, as Sarah screams as Tommy Cook walks into frame holding a steel chair.
Tommy Cook: Beat me? Really, Clay. You couldn't beat yourself off. And you certainly won't be challenging for my Motor City Championship.
Cook takes a few steps back and lays a few shots to the head of Colton, as blood flows from a wound staining the concrete floor.
Tommy Cook: You're going to learn the hard way, you sheep shagging prick.
Tommy walks away laughing as Sarah bends down and checks on Clay who is out cold, after the vicious attack by Cook.
Sarah Reese: We need some EMT's right now.
Brody: What an unprovoked attack. The Monarchy showing they don't play by the rules in MCW. Surely he can't compete now.
Sweeny: That's not such a bad thing. Clay Colton will just stink the airwaves up. It's a shame we don't get to see the Motor City Champion though.
Brody: They're attempting to run roughshed over this roster, surely someone's going to step up and stop it.
Sweeny: No one on this roster has the talent to go toe to toe with them.
Brody: There's plenty on this roster to go toe to toe with them. And now it's suppose to be Tommy Cook against Clay Colton, but that doesn't look like happening as Colton is currently being attended too by emergency services.
Sweeny: Awww diddums. That'd mean we get to see two sexy ladies getting up close and personal, touching each other all over.
Brody: In other words, you mean two talented indivduals who will put on a show for us all to enjoy. And no doubt The Monarchy will interject themselves into this match.
The camera hoovers around backstage and picks up the sight of Kirsta walking side by side with Jackie Daniels, trying her best to comfort her.
Kirsta Lewis: You need to stop fretting over it Jackie. He's a tough son of a bitch, everyone knows that.
Kirsta and Jackie stop dead in their tracks, as Glory Braddock is stood in front of them both. And greets them both.
Glory Braddock: Kirsta, Jackie.
Jackie Daniels: What can we do for you, Glory?
Glory Braddock: I wanted to know where Rayne was. He's due to be officating our Main Event tonight.
Jackie Daniels: He's been involved in an accident on the highway, which has caused the traffic to back up. So he won't be here in time.
Rubbing her temple, Glory shakes her head.
Glory Braddock: Fuck sake. Convient huh. Jacob's going to have the odds stacked against him now.
"Don't worry about little old me, Glory." Glory turns around to see Jacob walking towards her, MCW World Championship adorning his shoulder.
Jacob Laymon: I'm big enough and ugly enough to take care of myself. It's nothing i haven't encountered before. And to be honest, they can't come up with the "We got screwed" bullshit excuse once i beat Lucas Knight tonight.
Glory Braddock: I know, but still. It'd be nice for you to have some back-up at ringside just incase. "The Company" disbanded and now we've got this new evil threatening to take over. If it's not one thing, it's another.
Jacob Laymon: This great company has faced threat after threat, and despite the few hiatuses, this place has stood the test of time. Tonight marks a new era in Motor City Wrestling. An new era i intend to start with a victory, just to piss in everyone's cornflakes.
Kirsta Lewis: Goodluck with that. But if The Monarchy come out in full force, then Jacob, you'll be in trouble.
Jackie Daniels: You saw what they done to Rayne four weeks ago? They'll do the same to you, Jacob.
Jacob Laymon: Ladies, thanks for the concern, but i'm not worried. If they jump me, so be it. It'll just show i've got them flustered. It's been nice talking ladies, but i've got some last minute preprations to run through before the match.
Glory Braddock: Goodluck Jacob, got a feeling you're going to need it tonight.
Jacob grins as he turns around and walks away from the ladies, as Glory looks at Jackie and Kirsta nodding to them as she also takes her leave.
Kirsta Lewis: Just another fucked up night in Detroit.
Sarah Reese: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's my great honour to introduce to you, friend and student of Greg Venom... Clay Colton..
Clay Colton: Thank you, Sarah. It's a pleasure.
Sarah Reese: Tonight Clay, we're about to see you go one on one against the Motor City Champion, Tommy Cook. How are you feeling?
Clay Colton: Confident Sarah, that's how i'm feeling. Cook, no doubt is a talented individual. He's the Motor City Champion after all. But i've been a champion for almost a year elsewhere before hanging up my boots, so i know i can hang with the best. And beating Tommy Cook tonight will really put me in the Motor City Championship frame. And that's what i'm looking to do.
Suddenly Colton is slammed to the concrete floor, as Sarah screams as Tommy Cook walks into frame holding a steel chair.
Tommy Cook: Beat me? Really, Clay. You couldn't beat yourself off. And you certainly won't be challenging for my Motor City Championship.
Cook takes a few steps back and lays a few shots to the head of Colton, as blood flows from a wound staining the concrete floor.
Tommy Cook: You're going to learn the hard way, you sheep shagging prick.
Tommy walks away laughing as Sarah bends down and checks on Clay who is out cold, after the vicious attack by Cook.
Sarah Reese: We need some EMT's right now.
Brody: What an unprovoked attack. The Monarchy showing they don't play by the rules in MCW. Surely he can't compete now.
Sweeny: That's not such a bad thing. Clay Colton will just stink the airwaves up. It's a shame we don't get to see the Motor City Champion though.
Brody: They're attempting to run roughshed over this roster, surely someone's going to step up and stop it.
Sweeny: No one on this roster has the talent to go toe to toe with them.
Brody: There's plenty on this roster to go toe to toe with them. And now it's suppose to be Tommy Cook against Clay Colton, but that doesn't look like happening as Colton is currently being attended too by emergency services.
Sweeny: Awww diddums. That'd mean we get to see two sexy ladies getting up close and personal, touching each other all over.
Brody: In other words, you mean two talented indivduals who will put on a show for us all to enjoy. And no doubt The Monarchy will interject themselves into this match.
The camera hoovers around backstage and picks up the sight of Kirsta walking side by side with Jackie Daniels, trying her best to comfort her.
Kirsta Lewis: You need to stop fretting over it Jackie. He's a tough son of a bitch, everyone knows that.
Kirsta and Jackie stop dead in their tracks, as Glory Braddock is stood in front of them both. And greets them both.
Glory Braddock: Kirsta, Jackie.
Jackie Daniels: What can we do for you, Glory?
Glory Braddock: I wanted to know where Rayne was. He's due to be officating our Main Event tonight.
Jackie Daniels: He's been involved in an accident on the highway, which has caused the traffic to back up. So he won't be here in time.
Rubbing her temple, Glory shakes her head.
Glory Braddock: Fuck sake. Convient huh. Jacob's going to have the odds stacked against him now.
"Don't worry about little old me, Glory." Glory turns around to see Jacob walking towards her, MCW World Championship adorning his shoulder.
Jacob Laymon: I'm big enough and ugly enough to take care of myself. It's nothing i haven't encountered before. And to be honest, they can't come up with the "We got screwed" bullshit excuse once i beat Lucas Knight tonight.
Glory Braddock: I know, but still. It'd be nice for you to have some back-up at ringside just incase. "The Company" disbanded and now we've got this new evil threatening to take over. If it's not one thing, it's another.
Jacob Laymon: This great company has faced threat after threat, and despite the few hiatuses, this place has stood the test of time. Tonight marks a new era in Motor City Wrestling. An new era i intend to start with a victory, just to piss in everyone's cornflakes.
Kirsta Lewis: Goodluck with that. But if The Monarchy come out in full force, then Jacob, you'll be in trouble.
Jackie Daniels: You saw what they done to Rayne four weeks ago? They'll do the same to you, Jacob.
Jacob Laymon: Ladies, thanks for the concern, but i'm not worried. If they jump me, so be it. It'll just show i've got them flustered. It's been nice talking ladies, but i've got some last minute preprations to run through before the match.
Glory Braddock: Goodluck Jacob, got a feeling you're going to need it tonight.
Jacob grins as he turns around and walks away from the ladies, as Glory looks at Jackie and Kirsta nodding to them as she also takes her leave.
Kirsta Lewis: Just another fucked up night in Detroit.
Ben Watson: This match is scheduled for one fall and introducing first....
(“The Brod” Broderick Chase steps out on top of the ramp, microphone in hand…)
Brod: “Sir, I’ll take it from here…”
(He clears his throat.)
Brod: “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you a woman who is far beyond any others. The most alluring, the most bombastic, the most athletically gifted and dare I say most beautiful woman in all of the Motor City. She is coming out here to give your women a jealous streak, and give your men second-thoughts about their life choices. I present to you wrestling’s most vivacious and greatest Knockout, the Beverly Hills Bombshell… CHANTELLE CHAMBERS!! WOOOOO!!!”
(Then, “All Eyes On Me” by LeToya feat. Paul Wall begins to play out over the crowd. Chantelle Chambers steps out on top of the stage, her arms already stretched out to receive her adulation from the crowd – and ignoring that it is boos that shower her. She throws her sunglasses aside and begins to walk down towards the ring, followed by The Brod, who’s grinning like a Cheshire cat the whole way. When they get to the ring, The Brod rushes to the apron first, lifting the ropes up for his client to step through. Chambers does and stands in the ring, removing her ornate robe and handing it aside to The Brod. She poses in the middle of the ring as the crowd boos her…)
Sweeny: Oh yes, there she is. My future wife.
Brody: Stop drooling, Sweeny, it's embrassing.
Ben Watson: And her opponent, hailing from Tombstone, Texas... THE GYPSY MOTH.. MINERVA....
The arena goes dark, the sounds of “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment plays, echoing when a lone spotlight is shown where Minerva is on the stage, kneeling and licking her lips, looking around wearing her crown of black roses and carrying her gypsy chain and wearing an intricate black jacket. She slowly looks around with a smile on her face before crawling a little and slowly standing on her two feet.
The crowd boos, some cheer as she starts to laugh before looking around wide-eyed and making her way to the ring. She stops and gets close to some of the fans before backing up and licking her lips again. She stops and turns to the rampway where she points and the man known as Goddard and his eerily presence walks out and stands there not moving, a black cross on his forehead. Minerva starts to laugh before she skips down to the ring and hops on the apron, hanging upside down on the ropes for a moment as the crowd continues to boo.
She slowly gets back into the ring and stands in the middle, looking around before walking to the corner and leaning against the turnbuckle in a seated position, waiting for the match to begin.
Sweeny: I've been looking forward to seeing what Minerva has to offer. It's been a long while for her debut to come about in MCW. But she's been making waves elsewhere though.
Brody: Both women look ready to lay it on the line in this one, and there is the bell…
Both women start cagily and prowl around the ring, circling and looking for an opportunity to strike. It is Chambers who makes the early strike, but Minerva counters this by grabbing her wrist and bending it up around her back. Chantelle tries to retaliate with an elbow which is easily dodged, before Minerva slides around Chambers body and into a Head Lock. Minerva raises her knee into the gut of Chambers, and then presses down with her foot to the back of Chantelle’s knee taking her down onto that one limb. With a shift of her body weight Chambers is taken down to the mat, with the full weight of Minerva resting on her head.
Brody: Some fantastic mat wrestling there from Minerva, showing her talent to take Chambers down.
Sweeny: I'd love to take Chambers down. But that's how Minerva will need to approach this match, otherwise Chantelle will destroy her.
Brody: Way too much faith in her, you have.
Sweeny: Hmmm, shut up, you must.
Minerva pulls Chambers to her feet and with her free arm fires off a fist into her opponents gut. She then hooks Chambers around the waist and lifts her up, falling backwards with a near perfect Snap Suplex. She immediately hooks the leg looking for the pin.
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Chantelle kicks out with authority, but doesn’t have time to react before Minerva drops an elbow across her chest. Again she scrambles across her body and hooks the leg.
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Again Chambers kicks out, and this time she rolls away from her. But Minerva is already on her feet and grabs Chambers by the hair. The referee admonishes her, but Minerva has already smashed Chantelle across the face with a hard right, following it up with a Forearm Smash. She then hooks Chambers waist once more and lifts her up, dropping her to the mat with a Vertical Suplex, Chantelle's spine crashing into the apron. Minerva nips up onto the second rope, and leaps from it, dropping the point of her elbow into the throat of her opponent, who immediately rolls around the ring in agony. Minerva doesn’t hang around however, and once again goes for the cover.
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Again Chambers kicks out, Minerva flung to once side by the conviction of the kick out.
Brody: Minerva going to town here on Chantelle who simply has not been able to get a look in.
Sweeny: i don't want to watch anymore.
Minerva lifts Chambers to her feet and jumps up onto the second rope, using them for velocity before hooking Chantelle’s head with her legs. Chambers grabs hold of the ropes however blocking the Hurricanrana attempt, and then grabs Minerva, allowing her to slide down her body. From that position and in one brutal movement, Chambers hits a Piledriver, Minerva’s head snapping off the canvas.
Brody: What a shot from Chambers…did you see that?
Sweeny: No, I’m watching a different match, of course I saw it dumb ass.
Chambers grabs the ropes to steady herself and climbs to her feet, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. Minerva doesn’t move, even as Chambers almost falls into a cover.
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Kick out by Minerva, the fans thinking that this one was already over. Chantelle kneels up, smiling from ear to ear as if she's really enjoying the challenge. She drags Minerva to her feet and whips her across the ring, taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press, before raining down punch after punch. Minerva tries to cover up, but Chambers is relentless, until finally she gets to her feet, she grabs her legs and lifts her aloft.
Brody: This doesn’t look good for Minerva.
Chambers lifts Minerva in the air, dropping her to the mat with a Wheel Barrow Face Buster; Minerva’s face being viciously planted into the mat. Chambers quickly rolls her over and hooks the leg.
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No, another kick out by Minerva showing all her determination and desire. Chambers climbs up the turnbuckle to the very top and lifts her arms into the air.
Brody: High risk move coming up.
Sweeny: This could be over.
Chambers leaps from the top and drops her leg straight across Minerva’s chest. Chambers holds the back of her thigh, the impact obviously having done something to her, but she ignores the pain and again hooks Minerva’s leg, pulling on her tights this time.
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No…Minerva kicks out again to a major reaction from the crowd. Chambers gets to her feet, stamping them on the canvas, but Minerva reaches up and rolls her into a small package.
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Kick out by Chambers, the atmosphere absolutely electric in the arena. Chantelle gets to her feet and is met by a Crescent Kick which sends her backwards in to the ropes, as she returns Minerva hoists Chambers up into a Fireman’s Carry, but Chambers shifts her weight and lands behind her. Chantelle lifts Minerva onto the second rope and then looks to fall backwards, but Minerva uses the momentum to somersault backwards, grabbing the back of Chantelle’s tights and into a Schoolboy.
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3…No, kick out by Chambers.
Minerva gets Chantelle to her feet and whips her across the canvas, her spine crashing into the turnbuckle. Minerva follows it in, and hits a Body Splash into the corner. As Chambers staggers out the corner and falls to the floor, Minerva nips up onto the turnbuckle.
Brody: This is it…Minerva is getting ready for "Paradise Lost".
Sweeny: She hits this, and it could be goodnight Vienna for Chantelle. I hope not.
Minerva leaps from the top, and crashes into the prone Chambers. She shakes away her dizziness, before hooking Chantelle's legs, pulling on the tights for extra leverage.
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The arena erupts as Minerva picks up the victory in this hard fought match which could have gone either way. She rolls out the ring and begins the walk up the ramp, her eyes never leaving Chambers who has just begun coming to.
Brody: What a match, and what a victory for Minerva…this talent of hers, could take her all the way.
Sweeny: And Chantelle Chambers despite falling short tonight, is still a force to be reckoned with in the MONARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING.
Brody: Shut up with that bollocks, Sweeny. MCW doesn't stand for that and you fucking know it.
Sweeny: It's true, Steven. It's DAMN TRUE!!
(“The Brod” Broderick Chase steps out on top of the ramp, microphone in hand…)
Brod: “Sir, I’ll take it from here…”
(He clears his throat.)
Brod: “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you a woman who is far beyond any others. The most alluring, the most bombastic, the most athletically gifted and dare I say most beautiful woman in all of the Motor City. She is coming out here to give your women a jealous streak, and give your men second-thoughts about their life choices. I present to you wrestling’s most vivacious and greatest Knockout, the Beverly Hills Bombshell… CHANTELLE CHAMBERS!! WOOOOO!!!”
(Then, “All Eyes On Me” by LeToya feat. Paul Wall begins to play out over the crowd. Chantelle Chambers steps out on top of the stage, her arms already stretched out to receive her adulation from the crowd – and ignoring that it is boos that shower her. She throws her sunglasses aside and begins to walk down towards the ring, followed by The Brod, who’s grinning like a Cheshire cat the whole way. When they get to the ring, The Brod rushes to the apron first, lifting the ropes up for his client to step through. Chambers does and stands in the ring, removing her ornate robe and handing it aside to The Brod. She poses in the middle of the ring as the crowd boos her…)
Sweeny: Oh yes, there she is. My future wife.
Brody: Stop drooling, Sweeny, it's embrassing.
Ben Watson: And her opponent, hailing from Tombstone, Texas... THE GYPSY MOTH.. MINERVA....
The arena goes dark, the sounds of “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment plays, echoing when a lone spotlight is shown where Minerva is on the stage, kneeling and licking her lips, looking around wearing her crown of black roses and carrying her gypsy chain and wearing an intricate black jacket. She slowly looks around with a smile on her face before crawling a little and slowly standing on her two feet.
The crowd boos, some cheer as she starts to laugh before looking around wide-eyed and making her way to the ring. She stops and gets close to some of the fans before backing up and licking her lips again. She stops and turns to the rampway where she points and the man known as Goddard and his eerily presence walks out and stands there not moving, a black cross on his forehead. Minerva starts to laugh before she skips down to the ring and hops on the apron, hanging upside down on the ropes for a moment as the crowd continues to boo.
She slowly gets back into the ring and stands in the middle, looking around before walking to the corner and leaning against the turnbuckle in a seated position, waiting for the match to begin.
Sweeny: I've been looking forward to seeing what Minerva has to offer. It's been a long while for her debut to come about in MCW. But she's been making waves elsewhere though.
Brody: Both women look ready to lay it on the line in this one, and there is the bell…
Both women start cagily and prowl around the ring, circling and looking for an opportunity to strike. It is Chambers who makes the early strike, but Minerva counters this by grabbing her wrist and bending it up around her back. Chantelle tries to retaliate with an elbow which is easily dodged, before Minerva slides around Chambers body and into a Head Lock. Minerva raises her knee into the gut of Chambers, and then presses down with her foot to the back of Chantelle’s knee taking her down onto that one limb. With a shift of her body weight Chambers is taken down to the mat, with the full weight of Minerva resting on her head.
Brody: Some fantastic mat wrestling there from Minerva, showing her talent to take Chambers down.
Sweeny: I'd love to take Chambers down. But that's how Minerva will need to approach this match, otherwise Chantelle will destroy her.
Brody: Way too much faith in her, you have.
Sweeny: Hmmm, shut up, you must.
Minerva pulls Chambers to her feet and with her free arm fires off a fist into her opponents gut. She then hooks Chambers around the waist and lifts her up, falling backwards with a near perfect Snap Suplex. She immediately hooks the leg looking for the pin.
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Chantelle kicks out with authority, but doesn’t have time to react before Minerva drops an elbow across her chest. Again she scrambles across her body and hooks the leg.
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Again Chambers kicks out, and this time she rolls away from her. But Minerva is already on her feet and grabs Chambers by the hair. The referee admonishes her, but Minerva has already smashed Chantelle across the face with a hard right, following it up with a Forearm Smash. She then hooks Chambers waist once more and lifts her up, dropping her to the mat with a Vertical Suplex, Chantelle's spine crashing into the apron. Minerva nips up onto the second rope, and leaps from it, dropping the point of her elbow into the throat of her opponent, who immediately rolls around the ring in agony. Minerva doesn’t hang around however, and once again goes for the cover.
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Again Chambers kicks out, Minerva flung to once side by the conviction of the kick out.
Brody: Minerva going to town here on Chantelle who simply has not been able to get a look in.
Sweeny: i don't want to watch anymore.
Minerva lifts Chambers to her feet and jumps up onto the second rope, using them for velocity before hooking Chantelle’s head with her legs. Chambers grabs hold of the ropes however blocking the Hurricanrana attempt, and then grabs Minerva, allowing her to slide down her body. From that position and in one brutal movement, Chambers hits a Piledriver, Minerva’s head snapping off the canvas.
Brody: What a shot from Chambers…did you see that?
Sweeny: No, I’m watching a different match, of course I saw it dumb ass.
Chambers grabs the ropes to steady herself and climbs to her feet, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. Minerva doesn’t move, even as Chambers almost falls into a cover.
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Kick out by Minerva, the fans thinking that this one was already over. Chantelle kneels up, smiling from ear to ear as if she's really enjoying the challenge. She drags Minerva to her feet and whips her across the ring, taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press, before raining down punch after punch. Minerva tries to cover up, but Chambers is relentless, until finally she gets to her feet, she grabs her legs and lifts her aloft.
Brody: This doesn’t look good for Minerva.
Chambers lifts Minerva in the air, dropping her to the mat with a Wheel Barrow Face Buster; Minerva’s face being viciously planted into the mat. Chambers quickly rolls her over and hooks the leg.
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No, another kick out by Minerva showing all her determination and desire. Chambers climbs up the turnbuckle to the very top and lifts her arms into the air.
Brody: High risk move coming up.
Sweeny: This could be over.
Chambers leaps from the top and drops her leg straight across Minerva’s chest. Chambers holds the back of her thigh, the impact obviously having done something to her, but she ignores the pain and again hooks Minerva’s leg, pulling on her tights this time.
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No…Minerva kicks out again to a major reaction from the crowd. Chambers gets to her feet, stamping them on the canvas, but Minerva reaches up and rolls her into a small package.
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Kick out by Chambers, the atmosphere absolutely electric in the arena. Chantelle gets to her feet and is met by a Crescent Kick which sends her backwards in to the ropes, as she returns Minerva hoists Chambers up into a Fireman’s Carry, but Chambers shifts her weight and lands behind her. Chantelle lifts Minerva onto the second rope and then looks to fall backwards, but Minerva uses the momentum to somersault backwards, grabbing the back of Chantelle’s tights and into a Schoolboy.
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3…No, kick out by Chambers.
Minerva gets Chantelle to her feet and whips her across the canvas, her spine crashing into the turnbuckle. Minerva follows it in, and hits a Body Splash into the corner. As Chambers staggers out the corner and falls to the floor, Minerva nips up onto the turnbuckle.
Brody: This is it…Minerva is getting ready for "Paradise Lost".
Sweeny: She hits this, and it could be goodnight Vienna for Chantelle. I hope not.
Minerva leaps from the top, and crashes into the prone Chambers. She shakes away her dizziness, before hooking Chantelle's legs, pulling on the tights for extra leverage.
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The arena erupts as Minerva picks up the victory in this hard fought match which could have gone either way. She rolls out the ring and begins the walk up the ramp, her eyes never leaving Chambers who has just begun coming to.
Brody: What a match, and what a victory for Minerva…this talent of hers, could take her all the way.
Sweeny: And Chantelle Chambers despite falling short tonight, is still a force to be reckoned with in the MONARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING.
Brody: Shut up with that bollocks, Sweeny. MCW doesn't stand for that and you fucking know it.
Sweeny: It's true, Steven. It's DAMN TRUE!!
Out go the lights with a flick of a switch as all eyes focus onto the stage, just then the screen lights up as the opening to Alpha King by Rev Theory begins to play over the P.A system. Then and only then we see a series of words in italic writing phase in and out on the big screen...
.Infamous.
.British.
.Legendary.
Spotlights all start to focus on the stage entrance now changing colors, shades of red, white and blue and during that time a silhouette of a man can be seen walking out onto the stage with a familiar aura of confidence. Just then the final words explode onto the tron causing the crowd to react accordingly as the music hit’s into full swing...
.LUCAS KNIGHT.
Boos fill the arena as the lights come back on fully to show Lucas Knight standing on the stage looking at the crowd, he wears a black robe with red trimmings. He turns to his right and the crowd reacts with another mixed reaction as Trinity Street walks onto the stage beside him, the two look into each others eyes before turning to look down at the ring while both are introduced.
Ring Announcer: “Ladies and Gentleman, hailing from Santa Monica, California. He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and thirty pounds. Being Accompanied to the ring by Trinity Street, He is the Alpha King, LUCAS KNIGHT!!”
Just then video of Lucas’ career plays out on the tron as the music ramps up even more. The couple begin to walk down towards the ring ignoring the calls from the fans at the aisles. Once they reach the bottom, Lucas walks up the steps and along the apron before sitting on the middle rope allowing Trinity to enter first. Lucas follows and instantly climbs the nearest corner and takes off the robe with another smirk on his face before tossing it down at ringside.
Trinity looks out at the crowd along with Lucas after he steps down and the two head over to the corner to discuss strategy after Trinity climbs back out onto the apron.
Brody: Usual reception for Knight and Trinity.
Sweeny: They stopped giving a crap about what people felt about them a long time ago. I can't wait for this match. Jacob needs to be taken down a peg or two.
Brody: Here we are then at our main event, and what a match this promises to be. Two of the top superstars in Motor City Wrestling competing, one being the World Champion. And we were suppose to be having Rayne Young officiating...
Sweeny: And thankfully, we can have an unbiased referee officiating instead.
Brody: And there’s the bell…
Knight sprints across the ring and smashes his forearm into the face of Laymon who cannot react in time to get out the way of the blow. Jacob reels backwards, but is immediately on the end of three right hand shots, each rocking his head back on his shoulders. Lucas lifts his knee into Jacob’s gut, bending him over into a prone position, and then Knight lifts his knee again, the joint crashing into the face of the bigger man who rocks back into the turnbuckle.
Brody: Lucas Knight straight out the blocks here with a relentless onslaught.
Sweeny: And Jacob hasn't got an answer for it.. Yes..
Knight nips behind Laymon and onto the second rope, hooking his head and jumping from that position. He spins around Jacob’s body, dropping him with a Whirlwind DDT, Laymon's head snapping into the canvas.
Sweeny: What a shot from Knight, and Jacob doesn’t know where he is.
Knight nips back up onto the ropes, and again leaps, dropping his legs across the chest of the downed Laymon. He then drags Jacob to his feet, and attempts to whip him across the ring, but Laymon reverses the move and it is Knight that hits the ropes. As he bounces back Knight goes for a Jumping Leg Lariat, but Jacob catches him in mid air. He then effortlessly lifts Knight onto his shoulder and Power Slams him into the canvas.
Brody: And just like that, Jacob turns it around and it's Lucas Knight flat out in the ring. Laymon is really starting to get back into this match after that early onslaught.
Jacob lifts Knight to his feet and throws him into the corner, before following it in with a forearm smash. He then begins raining in clubbing rights and lefts which connect viciously with Knight’s skull. Every shot has yet more effect, until finally Knight's legs give way, and he drops to his backside. Jacob smiles at his predicament, before taking a couple of steps back…and then driving his knee into the face of Knight, whose bodies crumples under the impact. The crowd let’s out a collective gasp as the repaly is shown on the video screen.
Brody: Brutal, brutal shot from Jacob right there, the Champion dominating Lucas Knight now.
Jacob drags Knight to his feet and grabs him around the throat, lifting him in the air and looking for "Godiva's Kiss". In desperation Knight digs his fingers into Jacob’s eyes, and he howls in agony, dropping Knight to his feet. Lucas hits himself in the head a couple of times before running towards Jacob who recovers and scoops Knight up, before dropping him into the canvas with a devastating Sidewalk Slam. Laymon quickly drops to his knees and hooks the leg, the referee moving into count.
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Trinity grabs the referee's leg and pulls him out the ring, stopping the count as Jacob climbs to his feet and leans on the ropes, shouting at Trinity.
Sweeny: Did you see the slow count by the referee there, Lucas Knight is getting royally screwed over here.
Brody: What a load of crap, didn't you just see Trinity pull the referee out of the ring. If anything it's Jacob that's getting screwed over, not Knight.
Jacob turns back to Knight who is trying to get to his feet and brings his foot down on the back of Lucas’s spine. He collapses to the floor but not for long, as Jacob helps him to his feet, before whipping him across the canvas and into the ropes. As he comes back Laymon lifts his leg and nearly decapitates Knight with a big boot, Lucas almost doing a 360 before he hits the canvas.
Brody: Oh my…
Sweeny: Ouch, that's got to hurt.
Priest drops to his knees and hooks the leg, as the referee gets back into the ring and administers a count.
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3…
The crowd begin to cheer, but then boo as the referee sticks two fingers up signifying Knight kicked out just in time.
Sweeny: Thank god for that.
Brody: Jacob almost had the win there.
Laymon picks Knight up and lifts him to his feet. He lifts Knight to the top turnbuckle and sits him there, before climbing up onto the second rope and flinging his arm over his shoulder. He then falls backwards, lifting Knight over the top of him, but Knight manages to reverse it and hits a reverse DDT from the top rope, which brings the fans to their feet if they weren’t already.
Sweeny: What a reversal by Lucas Knight. He's got this match in the bag now.
Knight crawls over and hooks the leg of Jacob as the referee gets quickly into position once more and begins the count.
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Kick out by Laymon and Lucas Knight anger is boiling over.
Brody: That was almost it for Laymon there, but he managed to dig deep.
Sweeny: Lucky bastard.
Knight gets to his feet and remonstrates with the referee and pushes him away, nearly sending him off his feet. The official takes a moment to compose himself, and walks back over to Lucas Knight and tells him straight, he's in charge, not Lucas. Knight takes exception to that and grabs the referee and takes him down to the canvas with a snap DDT.
Brody: Oh my God…what has Lucas done?
Sweeny: Ha-ha…that’s priceless.
Knight grabs ahold of Jacob and whips him into the ropes, upon his return Lucas Knight connects with a perfectly timed "Union Jack" as Jacob hits the canvas hard and face first. Knight smiles as he drops to this knees and hooks the leg of Laymon.
Brody: No, not like this
Trinity slides into the ring and grabs the hand of the fallen referee and slams it to the canvas.
1..
Brody: No, stop this someone, please.
2...
Sweeny: Yes.
3...
The arena erupts in a chorus of cheers, as Jacob manages to kick out just in time, as Trinity stands there with a shocked look etched on her face, and Lucas runs his hands through his hair.
Brody: Laymon kicked out…Laymon kicked out.
Sweeny: Heard you the first time.
Lucas closes his eyes as anger begins to boil in his body. Opening them, he turns to Trinity when his anger is diverted as an arm reaches up, and rolls him into a schoolboy but with no referee to count, Jacob lets go and climbs to his feet, as he locks eyes with Trinity. She grins at him, before taking herself out the ring. Jacob turns round and right into a running yazuka kick, before grabbing Laymon and throwing him to the outside.
Brody: Jacob's in a whole heap of trouble now, Sweeny.
Sweeny: I know, i love it.
Trinity grabs Jacob and whips him into the steel steps, Jacob’s knee taking most of the impact as he flies over the top and into the security barricades. Knight walks nonchalantly over to him and picks him up, before grabbing the back of his head and walking over to the turnbuckle. Knight looks to slam his skull into the steel, but Laymon blocks it, bringing his hands up to block the move. Lucas then looks to lift Jacob up, but again he blocks the move and lifts his leg up into Knight's groin. He staggers back but recovers, running forward and looking for a Body Block, but Jacob nips out the way leaving Lucas to crash into the steel turnbuckle with his shoulder. Laymon tries a Crescent Kick, but Knight catches his foot, but in one move Laymon spins around and catches Knight under the chin with a Spinning Kick which sends him backwards over the steps and to the floor. Jacob quickly nips up onto the apron and runs across it, and catches Knight with a spear just as he gets to his feet.
Brody: What a move…All the things you think about Jacob Laymon, he's got talent.
Sweeny: The talent of being useless.
The crowd boo as Tommy Cook and Chantelle Chambers climb over the security barricade and join Trinity at ringside. Chambers slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, which catches the attention of Laymon, allowing Tommy Cook to run at him and kicks the back of his knee, sweeping him off his feet in the process. Chambers flies off the top rope and hits a swanton bomb onto Laymon.
Brody: And here we go, the mugging starts.
Sweeny: Laymon brought this on himself.
Brody: Bullshit he did.
Jacob is helped to his feet and rolled int the ring, as Knight whips him into the ropes, and then hits him with a Clothesline on his return. Jacob staggers but doesn’t go down, so hits him again with a Clothesline which knocks him backwards. Knight looks at Laymon reeling and hits a dropkick, which knocks Laymon back towards the ropes, and as he returns Knight drills a knee into his sternum, as he plants Jacob to the mat with the "Knight-Driver". Trinity grabs the referee and pulls his jersey off him and puts it on herself and drops to the mat
Brody: What a crock of shit.
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Just as Trinity is about to slam her palm down for the three count. "Kings Never Die" - Eminem ft Gwen Stefani erupts through the P.A system as the fans rise to their feet chanting his name... Rayne explodes out from the curtains adorning his referee jersey. But flanked either side of him are the Thrillseekers.
Brody: What the…
Sweeny: …Fuck
The trio sprint down the ramp and storm the ramp, as Trinity, Chantelle and Tommy exit the ring hastily. Rocky and Havoc go after Cook and Chambers, and they jump back over the barricade to avoid the Thrillseekers. As Rayne slides into the ring and looks at Trinity then Knight. Jacob spins Knight back around so he's facing him, lifting Lucas onto his shoulders, before executing an F-5 as Knight's head slams against the canvas, as Laymon floats over and hooks the leg of Knight, as Rayne drops to the canvas and administers the count.
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Sweeny: NOOOO. Jacob Laymon wins with the help of Rayne. This is bullshit.
Brody: Take off your Monarchy tinted glasses and understand The Monarchy had all four members at ringside and Jacob was all alone.
Sweeny: Now who's talking bollocks, Brody.
Ben Watson: The winner of this match... OUR MCW WORLD CHAMPION... JACOB LAYMON...
Rayne raises Jacob's arm as the crowd cheer to the rafters.
Brody: What an utter fuckery night we've had.
Trinity manages to drag her husband out from the ring, as they both stare a hole through Rayne and Jacob.
Brody: This war is just getting started. What a night Shattered Dreams could potentially turn out to be.
Sweeny: Shattered Dreams is where Jacob's and Rayne's final acts in MCW take place. Both are going to lose, and it's going to be poetic when it happens.
Jacob raises his MCW World Championship high in the air, looking directly at Trinity doing so with a huge shit eating grin etched over his face.
The first chords of "Blank Space" by Taylor swift begins to play over the PA system...
Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face
You look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?
Glory Braddock steps out onto the stage, wearing a sheath column scoop neck short mini dress with purple sparkly sequins. Her feet are encased in black open toe high heel pumps. A wide grin is etched across her face as she takes in the loud ovation from the fans.
Glory Braddock: Wow, what an evening. And what a show that Minerva, Chambers, Knight and Laymon have just put on for us. But i'm out here just to finalise a couple of details for our upcoming Pay Per View, Shattered Dreams. Now it was suppose to be coming live on the 22nd November, but it's been pushed back to December some time. I won't go into the reasons why, but have no fear. Shattered Dreams will go ahead and it will be a blockbuster of an event.
The fans not quite sure how to take the news in, as Glory continues.
Glory Braddock: You see with MCW owning this lovely stadium and finally deciding to stay in Detroit, after weeks of wondering whether to expand and tour America. One of the reasons why Shattered Dreams has been pushed back is due to Jacob Laymon no longer being the Motor City Wrestling World Champion.
The crowd begin booing as Jacob looks on shocked, as Trinity smiles.
Glory Braddock: I know. But we can't promote a World Championship Main Event, when we don't have a World Champion. Because as of this minute, the World Championship is no longer active. It's being confined to the history books. We're a regional fed, having a World Championship just doesn't fit the system. And it's kind of hypocritical having a World Championship in our midst. So with that said, Jacob Laymon you might not be the World Champion. But i'd like to give you this brand new Championship. Instead of a World Champion, we're going to have you as the ELITE CHAMPION.
Jacob nods his head, as Glory pulls out the Elite Championship from a duffle bag that was handed to her, as Jacob walks up the ramp and greets her. She hands over the Championship, which Jacob holds aloft for all to see. The crowd begin chanting his name, as Glory doesn't stop there.
Glory Braddock: And that's not all. At Shattered Dreams, Jacob will be defending the Elite Championship against Trinity. And they're going to do so inside of a Glass Domed Chamber. A Dome Chamber encased with glass. It's breakable, but it takes some force to smash through it. There will be no intereference and we can get a clear winner. And no attacks on Social Media blaming MCW for keeping Jacob in "Power".
Trinity glows with happiness hearing the announcement.
Glory Braddock: It doesn't stop there. At Shattered Dreams, the match between Rayne Young and Lucas Knight will be contested in a best of Three Glass Tables match. The first to put their opponent through two glass tables, wins...
Brody: Wow. Glory is setting the theme for Shattered Dreams. ALOT OF GLASS.
Sweeny: Brutal, brutal matches, Brody.
Glory Braddock: Now, Tommy Cook. Seeing as you want to go ahead and disrupt our card for this evenings matches and taking Colton out of action. At Shattered Dreams you'll be involved in a Four Way Match for your MCW Motor City Championship. And Clay Colton will be one of the four. Chantelle Chambers will be involved and the last person to make this match one to watch, will be Jessica Jones..
Brody: I think i've got a woody just thinking about Shattered Dreams now.
Sweeny: Why am i not surprised.
Glory Braddock: And seeing the little altercation and disrespect earlier this evening. Aubrianna Powers you'll be facing Kirsta Lewis at Shattered Dreams in a stipulation to be announced soon. Motor City Wrestling has stalled recently, but plans are afoot. This company will be setting the pace soon enough. Everyone will be talking about MCW again. The buzz will come flowing in, and when it does, this company will go to newer and greater heights than before. Motor City Arena, it's been a pleasure. But that's all the announcements for this evening.
Brody: I can't wait. But that's all we've got time for folks. See you in two weeks in our new home.
Sweeny: Later fuckheads.
