"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 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: I honestly and truly despise you people here tonight.
That comment causes more booing, as Malakai just grins.
Malakai Laymon: And as much as i despise you, i despise my brother even more. And the more and more i hear her, i'm not a huge fan of Trinity Street either these days. But despite all of that hate, i've also listened. I've listened to you idiots who want Jacob and Trinity to go one on one for that Elite Championship. No glass domes, no steel cages, no street fight. You want to see whose the best out of the two, straight up. And Jacob wants that as well. He doesn't want to face Trinity in a glass dome, where it's just him and her. No, he wants her in a simple one on one match. No gimmick, no nothing. A plain old singles match, where his Championship and career are on the line. And it seems Trinity wants the same. Because she's moaning on Social Media again that MCW is paving the way for Jacob to keep his Championship. That statement is ridicolous in itself. So with all that said it got me to thinking. Do i continue to keep it as a Glass Dome match, promote that to the hilt. Or shall i listen to every idiot wanting this a simple singles match. So at Shattered Dreams... Jacob Laymon will defend his Elite Championship against Trinity Street, in a plain old, boring singles match. No gimmicks, no nothing. Shattered Dreams we'll see who's the best, either way i'm screwed.
The crowd go crazy with the announcement. Obviously they would love to see Jacob and Trinity destroy each other inside a Glass Dome. But they also want Trinity to shut her mouth on Twitter, and to finally see who's the best out of the two.
Brody: Huge news once again for Shattered Dreams. No more Glass Dome. A straight up singles match to determine who's the best.
Sweeny: And we all know who that is. Trinity and The Monarchy will reign supreme.
Malakai Laymon: So Jacob, Trinity, i don't want to hear no more crap from either of you two. And i want to see you both in my office before your matches to sign the contract for it and make it official. But now, let me make way for our new signing. A lady that needs no introductions...
"Royal Blood" By Lights Out erupts as Ashley walks out as red and gold strobes/laser lights fill the arena. Clad in a pleather hoodie with an exaggerated hood that covers most of her face. She coolly walks down the aisle as the announcer makes their introduction. Climbing up the steps she then walks along the apron before throwing her arm up in the air. She then theatrically pulls the hood back, revealing her face before stepping through the ropes and removing her hoodie completely.
Brody: So it's true. She's actually signed on the dotted line.
Sweeny: Wow, another hottie.
Brody: Ashley is actually very talented, Sweeny. I hear that Malakai was after her signing for a long time. And now he's aquired her.
The fans give Ashley Williams a huge round of cheers, as she looks out onto them as Ben hands over his microphone to her.
Ashley Williams: I'm going to be short and sweet here. I'm going to cut to the chase and be as blunt as possible. Thank you for the response to my signing, MCW. But let's get this straight right off the bat. Disrespect me just the once, and you'll be sorry. That goes for everyone, not just the fans. But like i said, i'm cutting to the chase. Jacob Laymon, Trinity Street, whoever's the Elite Champion come Shattered Dreams, keep it warm for me. Because that's my goal. I'm coming for that Elite Championship and whoever wears it. So i will be keeping a close eye on preceedings, and once Shattered Dreams is over. My intentions will become even clearer than ever. I'm here for one thing and one thing only. Motor City Wrestling, you've just stepped up a level. Try to keep up.
Brody: She's confident.
Sweeny: She's full of herself. She won't become Elite Champion, not when Trinity regains it anyways.
Brody: I guess we'll see, won't we.
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 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: I honestly and truly despise you people here tonight.
That comment causes more booing, as Malakai just grins.
Malakai Laymon: And as much as i despise you, i despise my brother even more. And the more and more i hear her, i'm not a huge fan of Trinity Street either these days. But despite all of that hate, i've also listened. I've listened to you idiots who want Jacob and Trinity to go one on one for that Elite Championship. No glass domes, no steel cages, no street fight. You want to see whose the best out of the two, straight up. And Jacob wants that as well. He doesn't want to face Trinity in a glass dome, where it's just him and her. No, he wants her in a simple one on one match. No gimmick, no nothing. A plain old singles match, where his Championship and career are on the line. And it seems Trinity wants the same. Because she's moaning on Social Media again that MCW is paving the way for Jacob to keep his Championship. That statement is ridicolous in itself. So with all that said it got me to thinking. Do i continue to keep it as a Glass Dome match, promote that to the hilt. Or shall i listen to every idiot wanting this a simple singles match. So at Shattered Dreams... Jacob Laymon will defend his Elite Championship against Trinity Street, in a plain old, boring singles match. No gimmicks, no nothing. Shattered Dreams we'll see who's the best, either way i'm screwed.
The crowd go crazy with the announcement. Obviously they would love to see Jacob and Trinity destroy each other inside a Glass Dome. But they also want Trinity to shut her mouth on Twitter, and to finally see who's the best out of the two.
Brody: Huge news once again for Shattered Dreams. No more Glass Dome. A straight up singles match to determine who's the best.
Sweeny: And we all know who that is. Trinity and The Monarchy will reign supreme.
Malakai Laymon: So Jacob, Trinity, i don't want to hear no more crap from either of you two. And i want to see you both in my office before your matches to sign the contract for it and make it official. But now, let me make way for our new signing. A lady that needs no introductions...
"Royal Blood" By Lights Out erupts as Ashley walks out as red and gold strobes/laser lights fill the arena. Clad in a pleather hoodie with an exaggerated hood that covers most of her face. She coolly walks down the aisle as the announcer makes their introduction. Climbing up the steps she then walks along the apron before throwing her arm up in the air. She then theatrically pulls the hood back, revealing her face before stepping through the ropes and removing her hoodie completely.
Brody: So it's true. She's actually signed on the dotted line.
Sweeny: Wow, another hottie.
Brody: Ashley is actually very talented, Sweeny. I hear that Malakai was after her signing for a long time. And now he's aquired her.
The fans give Ashley Williams a huge round of cheers, as she looks out onto them as Ben hands over his microphone to her.
Ashley Williams: I'm going to be short and sweet here. I'm going to cut to the chase and be as blunt as possible. Thank you for the response to my signing, MCW. But let's get this straight right off the bat. Disrespect me just the once, and you'll be sorry. That goes for everyone, not just the fans. But like i said, i'm cutting to the chase. Jacob Laymon, Trinity Street, whoever's the Elite Champion come Shattered Dreams, keep it warm for me. Because that's my goal. I'm coming for that Elite Championship and whoever wears it. So i will be keeping a close eye on preceedings, and once Shattered Dreams is over. My intentions will become even clearer than ever. I'm here for one thing and one thing only. Motor City Wrestling, you've just stepped up a level. Try to keep up.
Brody: She's confident.
Sweeny: She's full of herself. She won't become Elite Champion, not when Trinity regains it anyways.
Brody: I guess we'll see, won't we.
Ben Watson: This match is scheduled for one fall. And it's a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH.
“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 steps out onto the stage, met with loud booing from the fans. She smirks smugly as she confidently strides towards the ring. 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. Aubrianna then steps through the ropes and approaches the center where she poses again. The music dies down and she waits patiently on her match to begin.)
Ben Watson: Introducing first, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina.. AUBRIANNA POWERS....
"I am the Fire" by Halestorm cues up as Mya walks out before either walking or skipping(mostly skipping) down to the ring. When she get's to the ring she steps inside after wiping her feet on the apron and then sitting on the middle rope.
Ben Watson: And the first of her opponents, hailing from Chicago.. MYA... DENTON....
“…Wait, wait….”
(“Wait” by ZOEGirl begins to play over the PA system. The Global Tron flashes to life as the phrase “Last Jones Standing” appears on the screen followed by the name “Jessica Jones.” A modest cheer erupts from the fans as Jessica Jones steps out onto the stage.)
You've been hurt, you've been lied to.
You ran all your life just to get out of your shoes.
But you settled in too soon; now your road is clearly dark.
No room for any light to break through.
(Two huge pyrotechnic shots go off behind her as she raises her arms high into the air. After the pyro is over, she begins to make her way down towards the ring, looking determined, her eyes tense as they gaze towards the ring.)
You're on a mission to get even with the world.
To give back all the pain you received, it's just too hard to believe
that anything could make it better.
Please don't let it end this way.
You could wait another day.
It's foolish games that players play.
One choice can bring you so much ache.
Please don't end up this way.
There's got to be some other way.
You could live without this mistake.
So please wait.
(She steps up on the steel steps and then steps over to the middle of the ring apron where she poses once more for the fans to loud cheers. She then steps through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring as the music dies down.)
Ben Watson: And introducing lastly, from Boston, Massachusetts.... JESSICA.... JONES...
Brody: Have to say, this is one i'm looking forward to Sweeny. Jones and Powers are two great talents, and Denton isn't far behind.
Sweeny: Yeah, ok. Denton and Jones suck. Only one worth watching is Aubrianna. That cute little ass. Oh yes.
And Powers is first out of the blocks, as Denton meets her head on. Neither gets any yardage on that, they just stand there. Jones runs at them both, and hit’s a split-legged dropkick, sending both Denton and Powers to the canvas, before kipping up to her feet herself. Jones bounces off the ropes and hit’s a huge knee drop onto the face off Aubrianna Powers.. Mya get’s to her feet, but Jones hits her with a toe kick to the mid-section, before dropping Mya to the canvas with a single arm DDT, to the delight of the crowd.
Jones get’s to her feet, but is met by a huge clothesline from Powers, who got to her feet pretty quickly from Jessica’s dropkick. Aubrianna follows that up with a shooting star elbow drop, connecting perfectly with Jessica’s face. Powers smiles seeing her work, but Mya is already up and runs at the opposite ropes, bounces off them and hit’s Aubrianna with a spinning heel kick, putting Powers off her feet. Denton hit’s a standing knee drop across Aubrianna’s forehead, as Jones comes to her feet, something which Mya notices.
Brody: Here we go Sweeny, this is what people have wanted to see.
Sweeny: What, two talentless hacks and the beautiful Aubrianna Powers.
Brody: No, they came to see three talented wrestlers going toe to toe.
Sweeny: Yeah, whatever.
Jones and Denton run at one another, but Jones manages to drop to the canvas and hit’s a Russian leg sweep, taking Mya off her feet. But as she does, she looks up as Powers hit’s an Enzuigiri putting Jessica face first on the canvas.
Sweeny: Oooooooo what a hard hit by Powers, she put everything she had into that.
Brody: Certainly looked like she did. It's been a fast paced start, by the trio here.
Mya get’s to her feet, and is met by a right hander from Powers, rocking Denton on her heels. Aubrianna fires off more right handers, rocking Mya on the ropes, before grabbing Denton and irish whipping her across the other side of the ring, as Denton comes back at Powers she ducks an attempted clothesline and manages to turn on her heels and delivers a super kick, catching Aubrianna right on the chin as she turns around. Aubrianna’s neck snapped back, as she fell to the canvas.
Mya doesn’t hesitate and floats over to hook Powers leg, as Kelly hit’s the mat for the count.
1...
2...
Noooooo, Jessica with an elbow to the back of Mya’s head. Denton rolls off Powers, and is met by a stiff kick to the rib area from Jones, who goes to work on her. Jones puts Mya into an arm triangle choke hold, applying a huge amount of pressure onto her. Denton struggles to get free of the submission, but to no avail and it takes Aubrianna Powers to come to her rescue with a sliding knee to the back of Jones, causing her to release the submission and hold the small of her back in pain.
Brody: What a close call for Aubrianna. Jessica had to make the save for her.
Sweeny: She would've kicked out, don't worry about that. Aubrianna is an Elite Champion in the making.
Powers pulls Jones to her feet, and moves behind her hitting a release german suplex, sending her to the other side of the ring. Powers climbs to the top rope, after dispensing of Jessica Jones for the time being. Aubrianna flies off the top turnbuckle, hitting a Corkscrew 630 Senton onto Mya Denton, before managing to somehow hook her leg.
1...
2.…
3.… Noooooo, Jessica delivers a kick to the head of Aubrianna, forcing her off Mya, as Jones herself, takes advantage and hooks her leg.
1.…
2.…
Noooooo, Denton kicks out. It was never in doubt.
Brody : What a see-saw match we’re seeing here, great entertainment.
Sweeny : For once Brody, I’ll have to agree. But Aubrianna is still the main attraction in this match.
Jones pushes Jones off her, and gets to her feet, as Jessica climbs to her knees, before running at her and hitting a shining wizard, connecting wickedly with the side of her head. Immediately Mya climbs to his feet, runs at the ropes, jumps onto the middle rope, hitting the lionsault on top of Jessica. Denton’s knee catches Jones in the face, as she instantly hooks the leg.
1.…
2...
No, Jessica kicks out, just as Aubrianna was about to save her from the pin. Powers pulls Denton to her feet, lifting her into the air and drops her to the canvas with a suplex. Powers immediately get’s to her feet and hit’s a standing dropkick onto Jessica Jones, sending her out of the ring.
Brody : Could this be the end?
Sweeny : Look’s like she's setting Mya up for the "Black Mass".
Aubrianna grabs Mya and pulls her to her feet, before facing Denton and hits a reverse roundhouse kick to Denton's face, laying her out on the canvas. Before Powers immediately follows that up with a springboard asai moonsault (Black Mass) right onto the motionless, Mya Denton.
Sweeny : And there we have it folks, Aubrianna Powers has this match in the bag.
Powers hooks the leg, as Kelly drops to the canvas.
1...
2...
3...
Noooooo, Jessica Jones manages to scramble round and put Denton’s foot onto the bottom rope, as she slides in right after. Powers jumps to her feet and lunges at Jones, with a flying forearm smash knocking Jones on her feet. It doesn’t knock her for long, as Jones drives a knee to the mid-section off Powers, following it up with an Snap DDT. Putting Powers out on the canvas, as she rolls on top of her and hooks a leg.
1...
2.…
3.… No, a flying elbow off the top rope from Mya Denton, stopping the count before 3.
Mya let’s Jones get to her feet, as she runs at her hitting Jones with the “Demented” hitting it perfectly. Denton drapes an arm over Jones.
1.…
2.…
3.…
Brody: Again no, Jones somehow, someway, kick’s out.
Sweeny: What a match, even I’m amazed. The end must be close for one of these girls.
Mya comes to her feet, wiping the sweat from her brow, but she's turned around by Aubrianna Powers who wastes no time and locks in "The Ties That Bind" as Mya Denton struggles for a few moments, before tapping the canvas.
*DING! DING!*
Brody: That's it, what a match. Aubrianna Powers has dug deep and defeated two talented indivduals.
Sweeny: Jessica Jones isn't bad, i'll give her that. But Mya Denton flatters to deceive, she's going nowhere fast.
Ben Watson: The winner of this match, via SUBMISSION.... AUBRIANNA POWERS....
Chantelle Chambers is walking around backstage in her ring attire, patiently waiting for her match with the MCW Elite Champion to begin. Walking around the corner, Rayne sees her standing in front of him, as she bends over and stretches touching her toes. Sensing someone is stood behind her, Chantelle decides to speak.
Chantelle Chambers: Enjoying the view?
She stands up straight and turns around and see's it's Rayne.
Chantelle Chambers: Oh it's you. If i recall, don't you already have a bombshell in Jackie Daniels. That's what you told me, anyways.
Rayne smirks, as Chambers stands in front of him with her hand on her hips.
Rayne Young: She is my bombshell, but Chantelle as much as i'd like to deny it, you're a bombshell yourself. And any red hot bloodied male would love to bend you over and give you a good workout.
Chantelle Chambers: Rayne, i don't know why you denied it in the first place. You just need to look at me and realise that. But i'm choosy with who i go with. What can i do you for?
Rayne walks closer to Chantelle, as she clenches her fists readying herself for a fight.
Rayne Young: Chantelle, you can relax i'm not here to fight you. Despite the company you keep, you're probably the only one i can not have any anger for. Even if you did join the othe two idiots in attacking me a few weeks ago. But that's in the past. I wanted to wish you goodluck for your match against Jacob. He's a tough son of a bitch, but you've got it in you to beat him.
Rayne begins to walk off, as Chantelle raises her eyebrow and turns around.
Chantelle Chambers: What? Why are you saying that for?
Rayne stops and turns to face her, before speaking.
Rayne Young: Because as much as you can't see it. You're better than The Monarchy. I'm not saying that to create a divide between all of you. I'm saying that because it's true. You and Tommy have what it takes to become the Elite Champion here in MCW, you more so. But you won't ever become that whilst you're both lapdogs for the King and Queen. Go out there tonight and show everyone what Chantelle Chambers is truly capable off. Jacob knows it. So do i. You can win this one, if you really want it.
Rayne turns his back on Chambers once again, and walks off leaving her standing there talking to herself.
Chantelle Chambers: What the hell! Concentrate, Chantelle. Concentrate.
Chantelle Chambers: Enjoying the view?
She stands up straight and turns around and see's it's Rayne.
Chantelle Chambers: Oh it's you. If i recall, don't you already have a bombshell in Jackie Daniels. That's what you told me, anyways.
Rayne smirks, as Chambers stands in front of him with her hand on her hips.
Rayne Young: She is my bombshell, but Chantelle as much as i'd like to deny it, you're a bombshell yourself. And any red hot bloodied male would love to bend you over and give you a good workout.
Chantelle Chambers: Rayne, i don't know why you denied it in the first place. You just need to look at me and realise that. But i'm choosy with who i go with. What can i do you for?
Rayne walks closer to Chantelle, as she clenches her fists readying herself for a fight.
Rayne Young: Chantelle, you can relax i'm not here to fight you. Despite the company you keep, you're probably the only one i can not have any anger for. Even if you did join the othe two idiots in attacking me a few weeks ago. But that's in the past. I wanted to wish you goodluck for your match against Jacob. He's a tough son of a bitch, but you've got it in you to beat him.
Rayne begins to walk off, as Chantelle raises her eyebrow and turns around.
Chantelle Chambers: What? Why are you saying that for?
Rayne stops and turns to face her, before speaking.
Rayne Young: Because as much as you can't see it. You're better than The Monarchy. I'm not saying that to create a divide between all of you. I'm saying that because it's true. You and Tommy have what it takes to become the Elite Champion here in MCW, you more so. But you won't ever become that whilst you're both lapdogs for the King and Queen. Go out there tonight and show everyone what Chantelle Chambers is truly capable off. Jacob knows it. So do i. You can win this one, if you really want it.
Rayne turns his back on Chambers once again, and walks off leaving her standing there talking to herself.
Chantelle Chambers: What the hell! Concentrate, Chantelle. Concentrate.
Ben Watson: This match is schedueld for one fall. 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: There's my wife.
Brody: In your dreams, Michael.
The arena goes dark, and a green light strobes in the entrance way as 'Feel Invincible kicks in, and the man himself appears on the stage. As the lights to the arena come back on, Jacob lifts his hands and applauds the fans, before making his way down the ramp and to the ring. At the ring he pauses, before walking around to the ring steps and climbing them, bending through the ropes and into the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring with his arms aloft, pyro explodes from the turnbuckles, as his music fades.
Ben Watson: And her opponent, hailing from New York... THE MCW ELITE CHAMPION.... JACOB LAYMON....
The bell rings and the match is under way. Chambers and Jacob lock up in the center of the ring. Jacob uses his size and strength advantage to take control of the smaller Chambers and lock her up on a side headlock. Jacob keeps the hold locked in as long as he can before Chambers is able to wriggle free and shove him into the ropes. Jacob bounces off the ropes and knocks Chambers down on the rebound with a shoulder block. Chantelle quickly bounces up only to walk into a right hand from Jacob. Another right hand from him sends Chantelle stumbling back into the ropes. Jacob takes Chambers and whips her into the ropes and catches her with a perfectly executed dropkick that takes Chambers down.
Brody: Jacob is looking rather impressive here in the early going against Chantelle Chambers.
Sweeny: Yeah, but he has to be careful. Chantelle Chambers is dangerous. She's a former World Champion after all.
Jacob pulls Chambers back up to her feet and whips her into the ropes as he runs off the ropes on the other side. When the two meet in the center of the ring Jacob takes Chambers down with a flying forearm. Chantelle gets up slowly while Jacob quickly gets back to his feet and this time connects with a standing dropkick that takes Chambers down. Laymon immediately wraps Chantelle up with a side headlock. Jacob wrenches it in and tries to keep it in as long as he can but Chambers quickly counters out of the side headlock into a hammerlock. Chambers smacks Jacob in the back of his head and shoves him away from her. Chantelle smirks as she arrogantly offers to tie-up with Laymon again. He obliges and the two tie-up in the center of the ring. Chambers and Laymon lock up and Chambers immediately goes for an arm wringer, which is quickly countered by Laymon into a hammerlock on the gorgeous Chambers. Chantelle then reverses the hammerlock into a hammerlock of her own. Chambers smacks him in the back of his head just before she releases the hold. Jacob turns and glares angrily at Chambers, who looks on with a look of pure arrogance. Laymon and Chambers lock up again but this time he uses his superior size and strength to back Chantelle into the ropes. Jacob then whips Chantelle into the ropes and goes for a clothesline with she ducks. She rebounds and goes for a flying cross body block but Jacob catches her in mid-air and slams her with a power-slam.
Brody: Chantelle got caught.
Sweeny: I wish i caught her. Those glistening puppies pressed up against my chest.
Brody: Sweeny, mind out the gutter.. NOW!!
Jacob applies an arm wringer on Chantelle but she quickly reverses it and gets Laymon locked into another hammerlock. Chambers then slaps Jacob in the back of his head as she releases the hold. Jacob glares at Chantelle as she laughs out loud and tells Jacob to bring it on. Chambers and Jacob lock up again. Chambers locks in the hammerlock again but this time Jacob reverses it into a hammerlock of his own. He smiles, thinking that he has Chantelle right where he wants her, but then Chantelle takes her legs and kicks his legs out from under him, causing him to fall face first to the mat and releasing her. Chambers, still having a grip on Jacob's legs, wraps Jacob up in an Indian deathlock.
Sweeny: Chambers has a submission locked in, Jacob will be tapping very soon.
Brody: You should know better than to bet against Jacob, he's strong as they come.
Jacob writhes in pain from the Indian deathlock, but lucky for him he is near the ropes and he quickly grabs a hold of the bottom one, forcing Chambers to break the hold. She stands and anxiously waits for Jacob to get back to his feet and when he does, Chambers takes his legs out from under him with a chop block. She waits for Laymon to get up again and again takes him out with a chop block. Chantelle then grabs Jacob's right leg and begins to lay into it with several elbow drops.
Sweeny: The technical ability of Chantelle Chambers is on display tonight.
Brody: That's right. This is wrestling 101, pick out a body part and work it over.
Sweeny: And Chantelle is operating like a machine.
Chantelle takes Jacob's leg and applies a leg grapevine. He writhes in pain but refuses to give up. Eventually she releases the leg grapevine and locks Jacob up in a figure four leg-lock.
Sweeny: And now the time-tested figure four!
Brody: I am impressed with Chambers tonight. She's really taking it to the Champ. This would be a feather in her cap, for sure.
Sweeny: Who wouldn't be impressed with 'The Bombshell'.
Jacob struggles for several seconds to get to the ropes and eventually he is able to reach the bottom rope, forcing Chantelle to break the figure four. She then picks him up and whips Jacob into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but he ducks under and comes off the other side and takes Chambers down with a clothesline of his own.
Brody: A massive clothesline from Jacob. Now he can regain control.
Sweeny: I hope not.
Jacob pulls Chantelle back up to her feet and lands a snap suplex. Jacob then steps out onto the ring apron and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Jacob waits for her to get back to her feet and once she has made it back to her feet, Jacob flies off the top for a top rope dropkick, but Chambers moves out of the way just in time and Jacob lands awkward on his right leg. Jacob holds his leg in pain and the referee asks him if he wants to continue. Laymon, of course, says yes. Chambers, meanwhile, uses this opportunity to recover. Both Chantelle and Jacob make it back to their feet at about the same time and Chambers immediately delivers a chop block to Jacob's right leg. She pulls herself up slowly and waits for Jacob to get back to his feet, at which point she lands yet another chop block onto his right leg. Chantelle repeats this process three more times before taking Jacob's right leg and dropping an elbow onto it. She gets back up, pulls his right leg up, and drops another elbow onto it. Chantelle then takes his right leg again and attempts to lock in the figure four, but Jacob kicks Chantelle in the ass, launching her off of his leg and she smacks face first onto the turnbuckle pad. Chantelle stumbles backward out of the corner into Jacob, who drops her with a reverse DDT.
Brody: And that reverse DDT was just amazing.
Sweeny: Ouch, that's got to hurt.
Jacob Laymon then takes Chantelle and whips her into the ropes and takes her down with a back elbow smash. Jacob comes in, threatening to lay into Chambers with more right hands and she begs off. Jacob doesn't listen to her begging. Instead, he gets in closer and Chambers uses the opportunity to poke him in the eyes. When he turns back around to face Chambers he is caught by a standing dropkick from the 'Bombshell'. Jacob doesn't go down, so she hits another standing dropkick. He still doesn't go down, so Chambers runs off the ropes and connects with a spinning wheel kick, which finally sends him to the mat.
Brody: The pace has quickened now.
Sweeny: I think that favors the lighter Chambers, wouldn't you agree?
Brody: No, but that's only because you said it.
Chambers mounts Jacob and begins to lay into his head with right hands. The referee orders to stop but she doesn't, so he begins his mandatory five count. Eventually she breaks on the count of four. Chantelle waits for Jacob to get back to his feet and when he does, she goes for the “Beverly Hills Bomb” but its too early in the contest and Jacob is able to shove her off against the ropes and is then able to take her down with a clothesline as she bounces off the ropes. Jacob takes a few moments to shake the cobwebs from his head, then he scoops Chantelle up and body slams her to the mat. He then takes a few steps back and drops two knees onto Chantelle's mid-section. Jacob gets back up and repeats the process two more times. He then pulls CHambers back to her feet and scoops her up and body slams her to the mat below. Unfortunately, her feet accidentally struck the referee as she was being scooped up, temporarily stunning the referee. Laymon goes over to scoop Chambers up again and, with the referee stunned, Chambers lands a low blow onto Jacob. She slowly gets back to her feet as she shakes the cobwebs from her head. She then charges Jacob and lands a swinging neck breaker onto him as he hits the canvas. Chantelle, with a vicious look on her face, kicks Jacob in the gut several times before setting him up on the mat, taking a running start, and delivering a neck snapper. Chantelle then goes to behind Jacob and locks in a rear chin-lock, planning her right knee onto Jacob's back and pulling back as hard as she can on his chin.
Brody: Chantelle's delving into her technical prowess with this rear chin-lock.
Sweeny: Her pure, unadulterated, viciousness is on display, too. She really, really wants this one.
Chantelle keeps the hold locked in for several seconds, smiling arrogantly, knowing that she has Jacob right where she wants him. After about twenty seconds, he begins to get up enough strength to fight out of the hold. Despite Chantelle's best efforts, Jacob gets back to his feet, so Chambers switches it up into a side headlock. Jacob then breaks the side headlock with three elbows to her gut. He runs off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, which she easily ducks, floats over, and lands a DDT. Chambers doesn't go for the pin. Instead, she turns him over and applies a neck vice.
Brody: Just as it seemed as if Jacob was going to work up so momentum, Chantelle comes right back with that float over DDT.
Sweeny: That's why she is so deadly in that ring, Brody. She virtually OWNS that ring.
Chantelle keeps the neck vice locked in for several seconds and it looks as if this move will be successful for Chambers. The referee checks on Jacob's arms to see if he has passed out. He raises his arm once and it falls once. He raises it a second time and it falls a second time. The referee raises Jacob's arm for a third time but this time he doesn't let his arm fall. Chantelle tightens her grip on the neck vice but to no avail. As Jacob fights back to his feet and, after about forty seconds, he drops down, jaw-jacking Chambers and breaking the hold.
Brody: That's one way to break the hold.
Sweeny: That's one way to chip a tooth.
Jacob then goes back on the attack. He pulls Chambers back to her feet and gets her set up for a suplex. He hoists her up but Chantelle shifts her weight and as a result she slips out from behind him. Chambers then grabs a hold of Jacob's head and neck area while she is standing behind him and drives him to the mat with the “Beverly Hills Bomb”.
Sweeny: Yes, she connected with it. Surely it must be over.
Brody: Jacob is in a whole heap of trouble right now.
Sweeny: Pin him, Chantelle. Pin him now.
Chambers floats over and hooks his leg, as the referee drops to the mat.
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Sweeny: Yes! YES, she's done it. Chambers has beaten the Elite Champion. Get in!
Brody: What a match, i didn't give her much chance in this match. But she's certainly proved me wrong. She can definitely reach the top in Motor City Wrestling.
Ben Watson: The winner of this match, via pinfall... THE BOMBSHELL... CHANTELLE CHAMBERS....
The fans fall silent not beliving what they just witnessed as the referee raises the hand of Chambers who smiles arrogantly from ear to ear, mouthing "I did it! I did it!".
Brody: That's going to change the landscape now, Michael. Because if Jacob beats Trinity at Shattered Dreams, surely that must put Chambers as a front-runner to face him for that Elite Championship.
Sweeny: Stop suggesting such things, Brody. Chantelle won't do anything to disrupt The Monarchy.
Brody: We'll see about that.
Sweeny: We certainly will.
(“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: There's my wife.
Brody: In your dreams, Michael.
The arena goes dark, and a green light strobes in the entrance way as 'Feel Invincible kicks in, and the man himself appears on the stage. As the lights to the arena come back on, Jacob lifts his hands and applauds the fans, before making his way down the ramp and to the ring. At the ring he pauses, before walking around to the ring steps and climbing them, bending through the ropes and into the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring with his arms aloft, pyro explodes from the turnbuckles, as his music fades.
Ben Watson: And her opponent, hailing from New York... THE MCW ELITE CHAMPION.... JACOB LAYMON....
The bell rings and the match is under way. Chambers and Jacob lock up in the center of the ring. Jacob uses his size and strength advantage to take control of the smaller Chambers and lock her up on a side headlock. Jacob keeps the hold locked in as long as he can before Chambers is able to wriggle free and shove him into the ropes. Jacob bounces off the ropes and knocks Chambers down on the rebound with a shoulder block. Chantelle quickly bounces up only to walk into a right hand from Jacob. Another right hand from him sends Chantelle stumbling back into the ropes. Jacob takes Chambers and whips her into the ropes and catches her with a perfectly executed dropkick that takes Chambers down.
Brody: Jacob is looking rather impressive here in the early going against Chantelle Chambers.
Sweeny: Yeah, but he has to be careful. Chantelle Chambers is dangerous. She's a former World Champion after all.
Jacob pulls Chambers back up to her feet and whips her into the ropes as he runs off the ropes on the other side. When the two meet in the center of the ring Jacob takes Chambers down with a flying forearm. Chantelle gets up slowly while Jacob quickly gets back to his feet and this time connects with a standing dropkick that takes Chambers down. Laymon immediately wraps Chantelle up with a side headlock. Jacob wrenches it in and tries to keep it in as long as he can but Chambers quickly counters out of the side headlock into a hammerlock. Chambers smacks Jacob in the back of his head and shoves him away from her. Chantelle smirks as she arrogantly offers to tie-up with Laymon again. He obliges and the two tie-up in the center of the ring. Chambers and Laymon lock up and Chambers immediately goes for an arm wringer, which is quickly countered by Laymon into a hammerlock on the gorgeous Chambers. Chantelle then reverses the hammerlock into a hammerlock of her own. Chambers smacks him in the back of his head just before she releases the hold. Jacob turns and glares angrily at Chambers, who looks on with a look of pure arrogance. Laymon and Chambers lock up again but this time he uses his superior size and strength to back Chantelle into the ropes. Jacob then whips Chantelle into the ropes and goes for a clothesline with she ducks. She rebounds and goes for a flying cross body block but Jacob catches her in mid-air and slams her with a power-slam.
Brody: Chantelle got caught.
Sweeny: I wish i caught her. Those glistening puppies pressed up against my chest.
Brody: Sweeny, mind out the gutter.. NOW!!
Jacob applies an arm wringer on Chantelle but she quickly reverses it and gets Laymon locked into another hammerlock. Chambers then slaps Jacob in the back of his head as she releases the hold. Jacob glares at Chantelle as she laughs out loud and tells Jacob to bring it on. Chambers and Jacob lock up again. Chambers locks in the hammerlock again but this time Jacob reverses it into a hammerlock of his own. He smiles, thinking that he has Chantelle right where he wants her, but then Chantelle takes her legs and kicks his legs out from under him, causing him to fall face first to the mat and releasing her. Chambers, still having a grip on Jacob's legs, wraps Jacob up in an Indian deathlock.
Sweeny: Chambers has a submission locked in, Jacob will be tapping very soon.
Brody: You should know better than to bet against Jacob, he's strong as they come.
Jacob writhes in pain from the Indian deathlock, but lucky for him he is near the ropes and he quickly grabs a hold of the bottom one, forcing Chambers to break the hold. She stands and anxiously waits for Jacob to get back to his feet and when he does, Chambers takes his legs out from under him with a chop block. She waits for Laymon to get up again and again takes him out with a chop block. Chantelle then grabs Jacob's right leg and begins to lay into it with several elbow drops.
Sweeny: The technical ability of Chantelle Chambers is on display tonight.
Brody: That's right. This is wrestling 101, pick out a body part and work it over.
Sweeny: And Chantelle is operating like a machine.
Chantelle takes Jacob's leg and applies a leg grapevine. He writhes in pain but refuses to give up. Eventually she releases the leg grapevine and locks Jacob up in a figure four leg-lock.
Sweeny: And now the time-tested figure four!
Brody: I am impressed with Chambers tonight. She's really taking it to the Champ. This would be a feather in her cap, for sure.
Sweeny: Who wouldn't be impressed with 'The Bombshell'.
Jacob struggles for several seconds to get to the ropes and eventually he is able to reach the bottom rope, forcing Chantelle to break the figure four. She then picks him up and whips Jacob into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but he ducks under and comes off the other side and takes Chambers down with a clothesline of his own.
Brody: A massive clothesline from Jacob. Now he can regain control.
Sweeny: I hope not.
Jacob pulls Chantelle back up to her feet and lands a snap suplex. Jacob then steps out onto the ring apron and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Jacob waits for her to get back to her feet and once she has made it back to her feet, Jacob flies off the top for a top rope dropkick, but Chambers moves out of the way just in time and Jacob lands awkward on his right leg. Jacob holds his leg in pain and the referee asks him if he wants to continue. Laymon, of course, says yes. Chambers, meanwhile, uses this opportunity to recover. Both Chantelle and Jacob make it back to their feet at about the same time and Chambers immediately delivers a chop block to Jacob's right leg. She pulls herself up slowly and waits for Jacob to get back to his feet, at which point she lands yet another chop block onto his right leg. Chantelle repeats this process three more times before taking Jacob's right leg and dropping an elbow onto it. She gets back up, pulls his right leg up, and drops another elbow onto it. Chantelle then takes his right leg again and attempts to lock in the figure four, but Jacob kicks Chantelle in the ass, launching her off of his leg and she smacks face first onto the turnbuckle pad. Chantelle stumbles backward out of the corner into Jacob, who drops her with a reverse DDT.
Brody: And that reverse DDT was just amazing.
Sweeny: Ouch, that's got to hurt.
Jacob Laymon then takes Chantelle and whips her into the ropes and takes her down with a back elbow smash. Jacob comes in, threatening to lay into Chambers with more right hands and she begs off. Jacob doesn't listen to her begging. Instead, he gets in closer and Chambers uses the opportunity to poke him in the eyes. When he turns back around to face Chambers he is caught by a standing dropkick from the 'Bombshell'. Jacob doesn't go down, so she hits another standing dropkick. He still doesn't go down, so Chambers runs off the ropes and connects with a spinning wheel kick, which finally sends him to the mat.
Brody: The pace has quickened now.
Sweeny: I think that favors the lighter Chambers, wouldn't you agree?
Brody: No, but that's only because you said it.
Chambers mounts Jacob and begins to lay into his head with right hands. The referee orders to stop but she doesn't, so he begins his mandatory five count. Eventually she breaks on the count of four. Chantelle waits for Jacob to get back to his feet and when he does, she goes for the “Beverly Hills Bomb” but its too early in the contest and Jacob is able to shove her off against the ropes and is then able to take her down with a clothesline as she bounces off the ropes. Jacob takes a few moments to shake the cobwebs from his head, then he scoops Chantelle up and body slams her to the mat. He then takes a few steps back and drops two knees onto Chantelle's mid-section. Jacob gets back up and repeats the process two more times. He then pulls CHambers back to her feet and scoops her up and body slams her to the mat below. Unfortunately, her feet accidentally struck the referee as she was being scooped up, temporarily stunning the referee. Laymon goes over to scoop Chambers up again and, with the referee stunned, Chambers lands a low blow onto Jacob. She slowly gets back to her feet as she shakes the cobwebs from her head. She then charges Jacob and lands a swinging neck breaker onto him as he hits the canvas. Chantelle, with a vicious look on her face, kicks Jacob in the gut several times before setting him up on the mat, taking a running start, and delivering a neck snapper. Chantelle then goes to behind Jacob and locks in a rear chin-lock, planning her right knee onto Jacob's back and pulling back as hard as she can on his chin.
Brody: Chantelle's delving into her technical prowess with this rear chin-lock.
Sweeny: Her pure, unadulterated, viciousness is on display, too. She really, really wants this one.
Chantelle keeps the hold locked in for several seconds, smiling arrogantly, knowing that she has Jacob right where she wants him. After about twenty seconds, he begins to get up enough strength to fight out of the hold. Despite Chantelle's best efforts, Jacob gets back to his feet, so Chambers switches it up into a side headlock. Jacob then breaks the side headlock with three elbows to her gut. He runs off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, which she easily ducks, floats over, and lands a DDT. Chambers doesn't go for the pin. Instead, she turns him over and applies a neck vice.
Brody: Just as it seemed as if Jacob was going to work up so momentum, Chantelle comes right back with that float over DDT.
Sweeny: That's why she is so deadly in that ring, Brody. She virtually OWNS that ring.
Chantelle keeps the neck vice locked in for several seconds and it looks as if this move will be successful for Chambers. The referee checks on Jacob's arms to see if he has passed out. He raises his arm once and it falls once. He raises it a second time and it falls a second time. The referee raises Jacob's arm for a third time but this time he doesn't let his arm fall. Chantelle tightens her grip on the neck vice but to no avail. As Jacob fights back to his feet and, after about forty seconds, he drops down, jaw-jacking Chambers and breaking the hold.
Brody: That's one way to break the hold.
Sweeny: That's one way to chip a tooth.
Jacob then goes back on the attack. He pulls Chambers back to her feet and gets her set up for a suplex. He hoists her up but Chantelle shifts her weight and as a result she slips out from behind him. Chambers then grabs a hold of Jacob's head and neck area while she is standing behind him and drives him to the mat with the “Beverly Hills Bomb”.
Sweeny: Yes, she connected with it. Surely it must be over.
Brody: Jacob is in a whole heap of trouble right now.
Sweeny: Pin him, Chantelle. Pin him now.
Chambers floats over and hooks his leg, as the referee drops to the mat.
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Sweeny: Yes! YES, she's done it. Chambers has beaten the Elite Champion. Get in!
Brody: What a match, i didn't give her much chance in this match. But she's certainly proved me wrong. She can definitely reach the top in Motor City Wrestling.
Ben Watson: The winner of this match, via pinfall... THE BOMBSHELL... CHANTELLE CHAMBERS....
The fans fall silent not beliving what they just witnessed as the referee raises the hand of Chambers who smiles arrogantly from ear to ear, mouthing "I did it! I did it!".
Brody: That's going to change the landscape now, Michael. Because if Jacob beats Trinity at Shattered Dreams, surely that must put Chambers as a front-runner to face him for that Elite Championship.
Sweeny: Stop suggesting such things, Brody. Chantelle won't do anything to disrupt The Monarchy.
Brody: We'll see about that.
Sweeny: We certainly will.
Standing around in the locker room moments before he's due to face Rayne Young, Tommy Cook looks gleefully at his Motor City Championship, as Lucas Knight walks into view and speaks.
Lucas Knight: You ready, Champ?
Tommy Cook: More than ready. Tonight even though he isn't as big as he once was, i get to have a huge scalp under my belt.
Lucas Knight: Good to hear, Champ. Just don't soften him up too much. I don't want him to have any excuses for Shattered Dreams. I want Rayne Young at his best. I want him at 100% for our match.
Tommy grins as he runs his hand over his Championship gold.
Tommy Cook: Don't worry, boss. At Shattered Dreams it'll all be about The Monarchy and you'll get the old twat at 100%. Don't worry about that.
Tommy puts his hand on Lucas's shoulder, reassuring him everything will be fine, as he walks out the locker room, as his match is upon him.
Lucas Knight: Old twat? I'm only a couple of years younger, damn.
Lucas mutters to himself, as we head back to the commentary table.
Brody: Tommy Cook is definitely confident heading into this match, Michael.
Sweeny: And so he should be. He's got every reason to be confident.
Lucas Knight: You ready, Champ?
Tommy Cook: More than ready. Tonight even though he isn't as big as he once was, i get to have a huge scalp under my belt.
Lucas Knight: Good to hear, Champ. Just don't soften him up too much. I don't want him to have any excuses for Shattered Dreams. I want Rayne Young at his best. I want him at 100% for our match.
Tommy grins as he runs his hand over his Championship gold.
Tommy Cook: Don't worry, boss. At Shattered Dreams it'll all be about The Monarchy and you'll get the old twat at 100%. Don't worry about that.
Tommy puts his hand on Lucas's shoulder, reassuring him everything will be fine, as he walks out the locker room, as his match is upon him.
Lucas Knight: Old twat? I'm only a couple of years younger, damn.
Lucas mutters to himself, as we head back to the commentary table.
Brody: Tommy Cook is definitely confident heading into this match, Michael.
Sweeny: And so he should be. He's got every reason to be confident.
Ben Watson: This match is schedueled 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.
The lights dim as a women's voice starts talking.
"Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die."
Standing at the top of the ramp, eyes closed. Rayne Young smirks.
"I want it, I'm comin' to get it
So you son of a bitches don't duck you’re gonna get Riddick Bowe’d
Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked
And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone
And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving
Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that
Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause.£
Opening his eyes slowly, he gazes around the MCW crowd, shaking his head in disappointment. He begins slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring.
"They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay
They just grow wings and they fly
So, hands up, reach for the sky
Try to hold and prolong these moments
Cause in a blink of an eye
They'll be over."
Entering the ring, he mouths to the fans "I'M THE KING" before climbing the turnbuckle, raising his arms as he looks into the crowd.
"If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous
Comeback as if I went away
But detractors just say so much for the Renegade
Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
They so want a champion to fall
It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?
So fuck what these cynics say
(It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall
And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta
With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office
On the floor stacked against the door
Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?
Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
And I'm not gonna be.
KINGS NEVER DIE!!!"
His music begins to die down as the crowd cheer him as he jumps down onto the canvas.
Ben Watson: And his opponent, from London, England.... RAYNE.... YOUNG!!
*DING! DING!*
The jam-packed crowd buzzes with anticipation as Rayne and Tommy circle each other in the ring. Young reaches in slowly a couple of times for a takedown, but the stockier Cook pushes his arms away. Rayne attempts to apply a collar and elbow, and Cook drops to a knee and grabs a back waistlock. Rayne searches for an escape, but Cook powers out of every attempted reversal eventually locking in a side headlock.
Brody: Both men jockeying for position here.
Sweeny: Jockeying. Now that's a word you don't hear used very often. Jockeying!
Rayne plants a stiff elbow into Tommy's ribs to loosen the headlock before shooting him off into the far ropes. Cook rebounds with a lot of force and takes Rayne down with a thudding shoulder tackle. Cook bounces off the ropes, but Young quickly repositions himself and catches Cook by the legs! He rolls through, causing Tommy to fall to his face and Rayne is on his feet with Cook's legs!
Brody: Rayne caught Tommy by his legs and now has him wrapped up in a leg submission!
Sweeny: How quick was that?! Wow!
Cook fights the hold off with his leg strength, not allowing Rayne to fully lock in the hold. The crowd roars as Young tries with all of his might to pull back the legs, but he can't seem to get it done. He attempts to lock in a sharpshooter but Cook suddenly rolls over to his back and reaches up for Rayne's upper body, locking in an inside cradle!
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No! Rayne rolls through!
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Tommy shoots his shoulders off of the mat! Both men roll to their feet and stand off in fighting stances as the crowd roars in approval. The two take some time to shake off the exchange before locking up again. Rayne immediately grabs an arm bar and applies pressure. Young goes through a series of basic arm hold transitions and eventually locks Tommy in a headlock. After a couple of unsuccessful reversal attempts, Tommy manages to twist out of the headlock and apply a top wristlock to Rayne, powering him down to a knee. Young struggles to get up from his knee and quickly drops to his back popping his hip to send Cook over with a wristlock takeover! He rolls over towards Tommy while hanging on to his hand and re-applies the arm bar! Cook rolls to his feet and pushes Rayne back into the corner. The referee comes in and calls for the break. Rayne releases the arm bar and puts his hands up to signify he's breaking clean. Tommy immediately grabs the back of Rayne's head and forcefully pulls him down into a european uppercut! Tommy pulls him out to the center of the ring and hits a hard scoop slam, following it up with a knee drop to the head! Cook then scoops Rayne up and hooks him for a Belly to Belly Suplex! But Rayne struggles and manages to flip Tommy over his shoulders to block the attempt.
Brody: Uh oh! It was countered!
Sweeny: This isn't good for Tommy Cook!
Brody: You can say that again.
Sweeny: This isn't good for Tommy Cook!
Brody: I didn't actually mean for you to say it again, Sweeny.
Sweeny: Then why did you tell me to?
Cook gets up in the corner, and Rayne charges in with a clothesline! Young fires off severals chops to Tommy's chest. He grabs Cook by the arm and twists, pulling him out from the corner and backing him into the ropes. He whips Tommy to the far side and runs at him connecting with a back elbow! Cook scrambles to his feet where Rayne proceeds to lock in a cravate, twisting Tommy's neck. Cook manages to land some punches to the midsection and hits the ropes, but Young takes him back down with a drop toe hold. Tommy manages to push himself off of the mat, but Rayne is quick to drop an elbow in the small of his back, sending him right back down. Rayne grabs one of Tommy's legs and one arm, while positioning his knee in his back and pulls. Tommy struggles to get free, but Rayne just pushes his knee harder into the small of the back! Rayne lifts his leg and drives the knee a couple of times before releasing the hold. He picks Tommy up off of the canvas and sets him chest first into the corner so he can deliver some vicious shoulder thrusts into Tommy's back! Rayne spins Tommy around and whips him into the far corner. The momentum sends Tommy over the top rope and to the floor!! The crowd roars for Rayne as Cook recovers on the floor. He crawls up onto the apron, and Rayne reaches for him over the top rope only to be met by a punch to the gut! He then sweeps Rayne's legs out from under him and tosses them back into the ring, sending Rayne's upper body spinning under the bottom rope and over the apron. Tommy drives a stiff elbow into the throat of Young! He pulls Rayne to the floor and begins laying boots down to him. Tommy scoops him up and rams his back first into the ring apron! He rolls him back into the ring and follows. Rayne attemps to get up, but Cook hits a quick stomp to the small of his back! He then takes a few moments to yell at the fans before reaching to lift Rayne. As he lifts him up, Rayne begins throwing rapid fire punches to his stomach, sending Cook staggering back.
Brody: Rapid fire punches to the gut of the arrogant one!
Sweeny: Clenched fist! Illegal! Disqualify him!
Brody: Are you nuts?!
Sweeny: No, I am just demanding justice for a man of honor and respect like Tommy Cook.
Brody: Yeah, you're fucking nuts.
Rayne plants a hard right to Tommy's face! He throws a punch back, but it's blocked and Rayne connects with another! He blocks another and hits two on Tommy! He backs Cook into the ropes and shoots him off, connecting with a high back body drop! Rayne holds his lower back for a moment, but yells with the crowd, making them cheer harder for him. Tommy's back to his feet, but he gets taken down by a dropkick! Rayne struggles back to his feet with his back in obvious pain. Tommy quickly charges in, going for a clothesline, but Rayne ducks. He grabs Tommy by the arm, spins him around and sweeps his legs! The crowd is in a frenzy as Rayne turns Cook over and plants his knee into his back! Rayne locks Tommy up in a sharpshooter! The sharpshooter is locked in tight in the dead center of the ring!!
Brody: Sharpshooter!
Sweeny: ILLEGAL!
Brody: Since when did the sharpshooter become illegal?
Sweeny: Since it was used on Tommy.
Tommy pulls at his hair in frustration. He opens his fists and prepares to tap, but again stops himself! He uses all of his strength to try to pull himself foward, his veins bulging, and Rayne does the same to keep him locked in place. The two are dead even for several seconds before Tommy finally powers out. Rayne collapses holding his back!!! Both men lie in a heap on the mat struggling to recover. Cook slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the rope, as Rayne does the same on the parallel ropes. They both fight to get to their feet, Rayne doing so first. He stumbles towards Tommy, but Cook kicks him in the gut! Rayne stumbles back towards the center of the ring and Tommy follows slowly. Tommy goes to lift Rayne, but he forces himself back down to the mat. Tommy lifts again and Rayne's feet leave the mat, but he kicks them to bring himself back down! When his feet hit, Rayne suddenly flips Tommy over while maintaining the arm lock! He has a bridging pin on Tommy!!
1...
2....
3.................NO! Tommy manages to barely bridge his head up at the last moment! Rayne clamps his arms tighter to make sure Tommy can't evade him. Rayne screams in pain as his injured back arches to hold Tommy down. Cook does the same as he struggles to keep his shoulders off of the mat! Cook can't hold it and he collapses to the mat!
1..
2...
NO! Again Tommy bridges! He slowly bridges higher and higher...
1...
2...
....3NO! Kickout!
Brody: Rayne is getting the better of Tommy Cook here.
Sweeny: Don't say that, it can't happen.
Brody: Well it is happening.
Sweeny: Shut up!
The two go for another tie up but Tommy pokes Rayne in the eyes. He then plants him with a DDT. He blatantly chokes Rayne but breaks at the count of four. Getting to his feet, he snap suplexes Rayne and floats over into a mount position where he rains down a series of right hands. He pulls Rayne up and body slams him. He then drops an elbow across the chest before dropping a leg across his throat. He again chokes Rayne but when the referee starts to count he breaks it.
Brody: Tommy is beginning to get desperate here.
Sweeny: He has to. The referee is letting Rayne cheat so damn much so why not cheat some himself?
Tommy whips Rayne into the ropes. He goes charging in and connects with a body splash. He lets Rayne stagger out of the corner before dropping to the canvas and wraps his legs around Rayne's throat and deftly locks in a triangle choke hold.
Sweeny: Yes, Tommy Cook has Rayne right where he wants him.
Brody: I hope not.
The crowd try to cheer Rayne on, hoping he'll manage to escape, but the energy has been sapped right out of him. All Rayne can do is slam his hand down to the canvas..
Brody: He's tapped out! RAYNE YOUNG HAS TAPPED OUT!!
Sweeny: What a win for Tommy Cook. And he's done it by making Rayne tap out like the little bitch he is.
Ben Watson: The winner of this match by submission.... TOMMY.... COOK....
Tommy refuses to let the referee raise his arm, as Tommy does it himself, throwing both his arms into the air as the jam packed arena boo the living crap out of him. Tommy reaches into his shorts and pulls out some brass knuckes and walks over and pulls Rayne up to his knees, before taking a step back and knocks Rayne, clean out cold.
Sweeny: Yes, nice one Tommy. Knock that old twat out.
Brody: You disgust me, Sweeny. You really do.
Sweeny: Suck my dick!
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.
The lights dim as a women's voice starts talking.
"Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die."
Standing at the top of the ramp, eyes closed. Rayne Young smirks.
"I want it, I'm comin' to get it
So you son of a bitches don't duck you’re gonna get Riddick Bowe’d
Critics'll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked
And I'm not stopping 'til I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone
And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving
Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that
Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, cause.£
Opening his eyes slowly, he gazes around the MCW crowd, shaking his head in disappointment. He begins slowly walking down the ramp towards the ring.
"They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay
They just grow wings and they fly
So, hands up, reach for the sky
Try to hold and prolong these moments
Cause in a blink of an eye
They'll be over."
Entering the ring, he mouths to the fans "I'M THE KING" before climbing the turnbuckle, raising his arms as he looks into the crowd.
"If I stay passionate maybe I can stage a miraculous
Comeback as if I went away
But detractors just say so much for the Renegade
Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
They so want a champion to fall
It's no wonder why I laugh at 'em, cause why can't we win 'em all?
So fuck what these cynics say
(It) just goes ta show that when my back's against the wall
And I'm under a tack again, that I'll act as if I'm 'posed ta
With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office
On the floor stacked against the door
Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?
Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
And I'm not gonna be.
KINGS NEVER DIE!!!"
His music begins to die down as the crowd cheer him as he jumps down onto the canvas.
Ben Watson: And his opponent, from London, England.... RAYNE.... YOUNG!!
*DING! DING!*
The jam-packed crowd buzzes with anticipation as Rayne and Tommy circle each other in the ring. Young reaches in slowly a couple of times for a takedown, but the stockier Cook pushes his arms away. Rayne attempts to apply a collar and elbow, and Cook drops to a knee and grabs a back waistlock. Rayne searches for an escape, but Cook powers out of every attempted reversal eventually locking in a side headlock.
Brody: Both men jockeying for position here.
Sweeny: Jockeying. Now that's a word you don't hear used very often. Jockeying!
Rayne plants a stiff elbow into Tommy's ribs to loosen the headlock before shooting him off into the far ropes. Cook rebounds with a lot of force and takes Rayne down with a thudding shoulder tackle. Cook bounces off the ropes, but Young quickly repositions himself and catches Cook by the legs! He rolls through, causing Tommy to fall to his face and Rayne is on his feet with Cook's legs!
Brody: Rayne caught Tommy by his legs and now has him wrapped up in a leg submission!
Sweeny: How quick was that?! Wow!
Cook fights the hold off with his leg strength, not allowing Rayne to fully lock in the hold. The crowd roars as Young tries with all of his might to pull back the legs, but he can't seem to get it done. He attempts to lock in a sharpshooter but Cook suddenly rolls over to his back and reaches up for Rayne's upper body, locking in an inside cradle!
1...
2...
No! Rayne rolls through!
1....
2....
Tommy shoots his shoulders off of the mat! Both men roll to their feet and stand off in fighting stances as the crowd roars in approval. The two take some time to shake off the exchange before locking up again. Rayne immediately grabs an arm bar and applies pressure. Young goes through a series of basic arm hold transitions and eventually locks Tommy in a headlock. After a couple of unsuccessful reversal attempts, Tommy manages to twist out of the headlock and apply a top wristlock to Rayne, powering him down to a knee. Young struggles to get up from his knee and quickly drops to his back popping his hip to send Cook over with a wristlock takeover! He rolls over towards Tommy while hanging on to his hand and re-applies the arm bar! Cook rolls to his feet and pushes Rayne back into the corner. The referee comes in and calls for the break. Rayne releases the arm bar and puts his hands up to signify he's breaking clean. Tommy immediately grabs the back of Rayne's head and forcefully pulls him down into a european uppercut! Tommy pulls him out to the center of the ring and hits a hard scoop slam, following it up with a knee drop to the head! Cook then scoops Rayne up and hooks him for a Belly to Belly Suplex! But Rayne struggles and manages to flip Tommy over his shoulders to block the attempt.
Brody: Uh oh! It was countered!
Sweeny: This isn't good for Tommy Cook!
Brody: You can say that again.
Sweeny: This isn't good for Tommy Cook!
Brody: I didn't actually mean for you to say it again, Sweeny.
Sweeny: Then why did you tell me to?
Cook gets up in the corner, and Rayne charges in with a clothesline! Young fires off severals chops to Tommy's chest. He grabs Cook by the arm and twists, pulling him out from the corner and backing him into the ropes. He whips Tommy to the far side and runs at him connecting with a back elbow! Cook scrambles to his feet where Rayne proceeds to lock in a cravate, twisting Tommy's neck. Cook manages to land some punches to the midsection and hits the ropes, but Young takes him back down with a drop toe hold. Tommy manages to push himself off of the mat, but Rayne is quick to drop an elbow in the small of his back, sending him right back down. Rayne grabs one of Tommy's legs and one arm, while positioning his knee in his back and pulls. Tommy struggles to get free, but Rayne just pushes his knee harder into the small of the back! Rayne lifts his leg and drives the knee a couple of times before releasing the hold. He picks Tommy up off of the canvas and sets him chest first into the corner so he can deliver some vicious shoulder thrusts into Tommy's back! Rayne spins Tommy around and whips him into the far corner. The momentum sends Tommy over the top rope and to the floor!! The crowd roars for Rayne as Cook recovers on the floor. He crawls up onto the apron, and Rayne reaches for him over the top rope only to be met by a punch to the gut! He then sweeps Rayne's legs out from under him and tosses them back into the ring, sending Rayne's upper body spinning under the bottom rope and over the apron. Tommy drives a stiff elbow into the throat of Young! He pulls Rayne to the floor and begins laying boots down to him. Tommy scoops him up and rams his back first into the ring apron! He rolls him back into the ring and follows. Rayne attemps to get up, but Cook hits a quick stomp to the small of his back! He then takes a few moments to yell at the fans before reaching to lift Rayne. As he lifts him up, Rayne begins throwing rapid fire punches to his stomach, sending Cook staggering back.
Brody: Rapid fire punches to the gut of the arrogant one!
Sweeny: Clenched fist! Illegal! Disqualify him!
Brody: Are you nuts?!
Sweeny: No, I am just demanding justice for a man of honor and respect like Tommy Cook.
Brody: Yeah, you're fucking nuts.
Rayne plants a hard right to Tommy's face! He throws a punch back, but it's blocked and Rayne connects with another! He blocks another and hits two on Tommy! He backs Cook into the ropes and shoots him off, connecting with a high back body drop! Rayne holds his lower back for a moment, but yells with the crowd, making them cheer harder for him. Tommy's back to his feet, but he gets taken down by a dropkick! Rayne struggles back to his feet with his back in obvious pain. Tommy quickly charges in, going for a clothesline, but Rayne ducks. He grabs Tommy by the arm, spins him around and sweeps his legs! The crowd is in a frenzy as Rayne turns Cook over and plants his knee into his back! Rayne locks Tommy up in a sharpshooter! The sharpshooter is locked in tight in the dead center of the ring!!
Brody: Sharpshooter!
Sweeny: ILLEGAL!
Brody: Since when did the sharpshooter become illegal?
Sweeny: Since it was used on Tommy.
Tommy pulls at his hair in frustration. He opens his fists and prepares to tap, but again stops himself! He uses all of his strength to try to pull himself foward, his veins bulging, and Rayne does the same to keep him locked in place. The two are dead even for several seconds before Tommy finally powers out. Rayne collapses holding his back!!! Both men lie in a heap on the mat struggling to recover. Cook slowly pulling himself up with the aid of the rope, as Rayne does the same on the parallel ropes. They both fight to get to their feet, Rayne doing so first. He stumbles towards Tommy, but Cook kicks him in the gut! Rayne stumbles back towards the center of the ring and Tommy follows slowly. Tommy goes to lift Rayne, but he forces himself back down to the mat. Tommy lifts again and Rayne's feet leave the mat, but he kicks them to bring himself back down! When his feet hit, Rayne suddenly flips Tommy over while maintaining the arm lock! He has a bridging pin on Tommy!!
1...
2....
3.................NO! Tommy manages to barely bridge his head up at the last moment! Rayne clamps his arms tighter to make sure Tommy can't evade him. Rayne screams in pain as his injured back arches to hold Tommy down. Cook does the same as he struggles to keep his shoulders off of the mat! Cook can't hold it and he collapses to the mat!
1..
2...
NO! Again Tommy bridges! He slowly bridges higher and higher...
1...
2...
....3NO! Kickout!
Brody: Rayne is getting the better of Tommy Cook here.
Sweeny: Don't say that, it can't happen.
Brody: Well it is happening.
Sweeny: Shut up!
The two go for another tie up but Tommy pokes Rayne in the eyes. He then plants him with a DDT. He blatantly chokes Rayne but breaks at the count of four. Getting to his feet, he snap suplexes Rayne and floats over into a mount position where he rains down a series of right hands. He pulls Rayne up and body slams him. He then drops an elbow across the chest before dropping a leg across his throat. He again chokes Rayne but when the referee starts to count he breaks it.
Brody: Tommy is beginning to get desperate here.
Sweeny: He has to. The referee is letting Rayne cheat so damn much so why not cheat some himself?
Tommy whips Rayne into the ropes. He goes charging in and connects with a body splash. He lets Rayne stagger out of the corner before dropping to the canvas and wraps his legs around Rayne's throat and deftly locks in a triangle choke hold.
Sweeny: Yes, Tommy Cook has Rayne right where he wants him.
Brody: I hope not.
The crowd try to cheer Rayne on, hoping he'll manage to escape, but the energy has been sapped right out of him. All Rayne can do is slam his hand down to the canvas..
Brody: He's tapped out! RAYNE YOUNG HAS TAPPED OUT!!
Sweeny: What a win for Tommy Cook. And he's done it by making Rayne tap out like the little bitch he is.
Ben Watson: The winner of this match by submission.... TOMMY.... COOK....
Tommy refuses to let the referee raise his arm, as Tommy does it himself, throwing both his arms into the air as the jam packed arena boo the living crap out of him. Tommy reaches into his shorts and pulls out some brass knuckes and walks over and pulls Rayne up to his knees, before taking a step back and knocks Rayne, clean out cold.
Sweeny: Yes, nice one Tommy. Knock that old twat out.
Brody: You disgust me, Sweeny. You really do.
Sweeny: Suck my dick!
Glory is in Malakai's office, as the two of them are in deep conversation. When suddenly his office door barges open, and in struts Trinity Street.
Malakai Laymon: Let yourself in, why don't you?
Trinity Street: I don't have time for your bullshit, Malakai. I'm here to sign the contract and go out there and beat Clay Summers.
Jacob Laymon: And when you do, don't expect it to send shivers down my spine. Because it's only Clay Summers. It's no one of note.
Trinity turns around smirking, as he walks towards her and the office table.
Trinity Street: Well after losing tonight, Jacob. I wouldn't get to comfortable with MY World Championship.
Shaking his head, Malakai loses his cool.
Malakai Laymon: You know what, sign on the fucking dotted line. And shut the fuck up with this bullshit. MCW is not the Monarchy Championship Wrestling. And it's not the World Championship anymore, get that into your thick skull.
Trinity glares at Malakai as Jacob smiles. She grabs a pen and signs on the dotted line, before passing it to Jacob as she steps away allowing him to sign it. He takes a few moments, looks at Malakai and Trinity who's patiently waiting.
Trinity Street: Come on Jacob, i haven't got all day. I've got a match in a few moments. Not scared are you?
Jacob Laymon: Not at all, Trinity. It's going to be a battle. One i'm going to relish. And one i can't wait for.
Jacob scribbles his signature on the contract, before putting the pen back down on the table. Malakai grabs the contract and he and Glory look over it, before nodding that all is satisfactory.
Malakai Laymon: It's signed, sealed and official now. Don't let me down.
Trinity Street: Whatever Malakai. And don't ever speak to me like that again, because next time, you will regret it.
Trinity walks away brushing past Jacob who just laughs, as he looks at his brother and Glory before turning on his heels and exiting the office.
Glory Braddock: Well that went better than antipated, it's going to be one hell of a match.
Malakai Laymon: I hope for their sakes, it will be.
Brody: Now it's time for our Main Event. And what an oppotunity this is for Clay Summers.
Sweeny: It's a scandal that someone with as little talent as Clay, get's to face the next Elite Champion and the greatest wrestler in this industry right now.
Brody: We need to get you drug tested, you're clearly on something. Trinity is good, but she's not the best in this industry.
Sweeny: You have no idea, Brody. No idea what so ever.
Ben Watson: This match is schedueled for one fall. Introducing first from Kensington, England.... TRINITY... STREET.....
The chimes of "Awake & Alive" by Skillet play as the arena goes dark, the video plays of a candle flickering when suddenly as the chorus plays the candle is blown out.....
The light spotlights around the arena as Trinity comes out from the back wearing all gold and black with a hooded jacket and her bell-bottomed tights. She is accompanied by her bodyguard, Mr. Ginn in a suit and no tie following behind.
She makes her way to the ring slowly looking around arrogantly at the crowd almost in disgust but focused the no matter what. The veteran stops for a moment and brushes her hair back when she removes the hood of her jacket. Looking back at her security who nods as the Matriarch of Monarchy makes their way to the apron as the crowd continues to boo....
Trinity pays no attention to them as she continues to walk to the ring turning around on occasion and looking at the crowd, stopping and looking around with her baby brown eyes. She hops on the apron and perches herself looking around and into the ring with the ropes held open by Mr. Ginn...
She slowly steps in the ring going to the turnbuckle, looks at the crowd as they continue to boo her......
Trinity then looks up to the rafters and closes her eyes, extending her arms and soaking up the reaction of the fans while the music continues to play...
Suddenly a rain of fireworks comes down behind her to the ring as the fans boo more as she screams "This Ring is My Throne!" looking around so intense with a scowl on her face....
She gets down and leans against the corner, looks over at the crowd arrogantly as Mr. Ginn goes to her corner outside after taking her jacket. Trinity has a few words to the referee while awaiting for the start of the match against her opponent….
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.
Trinity is laughing at Summers. Clay warns her to stop but she ignores him. Finally he approaches her and connects with a right hander to her jaw. Trinity immediately glares across at him. They tie up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Summers goes into a side headlock. He keeps it in until Trinity breaks it by shoving Clay off into the ropes. He comes back off the ropes and takes Trinity down with a hard shoulder block. He runs off the ropes and then tries to drop the elbow but she moves out of the way and Clay hits nothing but canvas. Both competitors scramble back to their feet at about the same time. Clay charges in after Trinity who catches him with a deep arm drag into an arm bar. The arm bar is kept locked in for about fifteen seconds until Summers fights his way back up to his feet and then counters into a hammerlock on Trinity. Street re-counters into a hammerlock of her own. Summers breaks that hammerlock with elbows to Trinity's face. Clay then runs off the ropes and comes back at Trinity who catches him with a back elbow smash that puts him down. Trinity drops an elbow across Clay's chest and then goes for a quick cover.
1...
Nooo... Kickout...
Brody: For a woman of Trinity's talent, she has to know that'll be too soon in the match.
Sweeny: You;ve got to take your oppotunities when they come along, Brody.
Both competitors scramble back to their feet. Trinity walks in and lands a few right hands to Clay's forehead, eventually backing him up against the ropes. Trinity attempts to whip Summers into the ropes but he reverses sending her into the ropes instead. Summers then catches Trinity coming back in with a devastating spine buster. Summers goes for a quick cover.
1....
Noooo.... Kickout!
Trinity kicks out easily, as Summers climbs to his feet, shortly followed by Trinity. She grabs Summers and applies a front facelock, which leads her into "Thy Kingdom Come" driving Clay Summers to the canvas, head first as she rolls over onto him and hooks his leg.
1...
2.....
3......
Brody: Wow, that was quick. Trinity showing her superiority over Summers here this evening. With the way things have gone tonight, you've got to worry about Laymon's future at Shattered Dreams.
Sweeny: No, no i don't. I couldn't care less about the bald headed twat. And i can't wait to see him gone from MCW forever.
Trinity walks into the center of the ring, standing over Clay Summers as he lays motionless with his back on the canvas. And she's joined by her husband, Lucas and her fellow stablemates, Chantelle Chambers and Tommy Cook as they surround Clay Summers and look at one another, grinning from ear to ear as she grabs the microphone from Ben Watson.
Sweeny: It's a scandal that someone with as little talent as Clay, get's to face the next Elite Champion and the greatest wrestler in this industry right now.
Brody: We need to get you drug tested, you're clearly on something. Trinity is good, but she's not the best in this industry.
Sweeny: You have no idea, Brody. No idea what so ever.
Ben Watson: This match is schedueled for one fall. Introducing first from Kensington, England.... TRINITY... STREET.....
The chimes of "Awake & Alive" by Skillet play as the arena goes dark, the video plays of a candle flickering when suddenly as the chorus plays the candle is blown out.....
The light spotlights around the arena as Trinity comes out from the back wearing all gold and black with a hooded jacket and her bell-bottomed tights. She is accompanied by her bodyguard, Mr. Ginn in a suit and no tie following behind.
She makes her way to the ring slowly looking around arrogantly at the crowd almost in disgust but focused the no matter what. The veteran stops for a moment and brushes her hair back when she removes the hood of her jacket. Looking back at her security who nods as the Matriarch of Monarchy makes their way to the apron as the crowd continues to boo....
Trinity pays no attention to them as she continues to walk to the ring turning around on occasion and looking at the crowd, stopping and looking around with her baby brown eyes. She hops on the apron and perches herself looking around and into the ring with the ropes held open by Mr. Ginn...
She slowly steps in the ring going to the turnbuckle, looks at the crowd as they continue to boo her......
Trinity then looks up to the rafters and closes her eyes, extending her arms and soaking up the reaction of the fans while the music continues to play...
Suddenly a rain of fireworks comes down behind her to the ring as the fans boo more as she screams "This Ring is My Throne!" looking around so intense with a scowl on her face....
She gets down and leans against the corner, looks over at the crowd arrogantly as Mr. Ginn goes to her corner outside after taking her jacket. Trinity has a few words to the referee while awaiting for the start of the match against her opponent….
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.
Trinity is laughing at Summers. Clay warns her to stop but she ignores him. Finally he approaches her and connects with a right hander to her jaw. Trinity immediately glares across at him. They tie up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Summers goes into a side headlock. He keeps it in until Trinity breaks it by shoving Clay off into the ropes. He comes back off the ropes and takes Trinity down with a hard shoulder block. He runs off the ropes and then tries to drop the elbow but she moves out of the way and Clay hits nothing but canvas. Both competitors scramble back to their feet at about the same time. Clay charges in after Trinity who catches him with a deep arm drag into an arm bar. The arm bar is kept locked in for about fifteen seconds until Summers fights his way back up to his feet and then counters into a hammerlock on Trinity. Street re-counters into a hammerlock of her own. Summers breaks that hammerlock with elbows to Trinity's face. Clay then runs off the ropes and comes back at Trinity who catches him with a back elbow smash that puts him down. Trinity drops an elbow across Clay's chest and then goes for a quick cover.
1...
Nooo... Kickout...
Brody: For a woman of Trinity's talent, she has to know that'll be too soon in the match.
Sweeny: You;ve got to take your oppotunities when they come along, Brody.
Both competitors scramble back to their feet. Trinity walks in and lands a few right hands to Clay's forehead, eventually backing him up against the ropes. Trinity attempts to whip Summers into the ropes but he reverses sending her into the ropes instead. Summers then catches Trinity coming back in with a devastating spine buster. Summers goes for a quick cover.
1....
Noooo.... Kickout!
Trinity kicks out easily, as Summers climbs to his feet, shortly followed by Trinity. She grabs Summers and applies a front facelock, which leads her into "Thy Kingdom Come" driving Clay Summers to the canvas, head first as she rolls over onto him and hooks his leg.
1...
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Brody: Wow, that was quick. Trinity showing her superiority over Summers here this evening. With the way things have gone tonight, you've got to worry about Laymon's future at Shattered Dreams.
Sweeny: No, no i don't. I couldn't care less about the bald headed twat. And i can't wait to see him gone from MCW forever.
Trinity walks into the center of the ring, standing over Clay Summers as he lays motionless with his back on the canvas. And she's joined by her husband, Lucas and her fellow stablemates, Chantelle Chambers and Tommy Cook as they surround Clay Summers and look at one another, grinning from ear to ear as she grabs the microphone from Ben Watson.
Trinity Street: You idiots here in Detroit, did you see what happened here tonight? The Monarchy reigned supreme, just like we will at Shattered Dreams. And tonight i've put down a marker at just how good i really am. Jacob, i hope you were watching this. Because at Shattered Dreams i'll end your paper reign as Champion. And not only that, i'll end your career. Enjoy the last few weeks of being a Champion, a paper one at that. But enjoy it. THE MONARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING is taking shape.
Trinity lifts Clay's head up and drills him in the forehead with the microphone, as he slumps to the canvas as does the microphone which cackles upon impact as the four stand tall in the ring, as Monday Night Mayhem goes off air.
