BS: And Gothic Alchemy picks up their first win in MWC. With a match like that it's only a matter of time before they become serious contenders for the Tag titles.

MP: They just better hope they never meet Simply Stunning cause they'll never get the job done.

BS: You and your favorites. Coming up we've got Jamiliah Creed going against Wayne Roberts and that is NEXT!!!

Cutto: Promo for the next HTO in Times Square.


"The Freak" Jamiliah Creed vs. "The Whole Show" Wayne Roberts

6'1", 235lbs | 6'7", 261lbs

Kingston Jamaica | Miami Florida

Reggae or anything by Bob Marley | 'Got The Life' by Korn


Jammy comes out first to a huge crowd pop. He enters the ring and warms up a little. Before Roberts is announced Kross and Martin come out from the crowd and jump Jammy in the ring. They send him into the ropes and give him a double drop kick, pick him up and plant him with a spike pile driver. They pick him up again and Jammy crotches Martin then decks Kross. He follows up with a body slam on Kross who rolls out of the ring and goes after Martin, who rolls out and retreats to the back with Kross. The crowd goes crazy, but just after clearing house Roberts showed up in the ring and went after Jammy.

BS: I can't believe this, one right after another!

MP: Believe it baby! Jammy has got his work cut out for him.

BS: That he does, as Roberts whips him out of the corner and slams him into the adjacent turnbuckle. Jammy backs out and is met with a big clothesline right across the back of his head.

MP: You know what, I partied a little hard last night, if you know what I mean? I think I got some work for Jammy in my hotel room.

BS: Would you shut the hell up Mike, that's not what Jammy does?

MP: Zip it Bret.

BS: But

MP: Zip..

MP: Zip it... That was a pre-emptive zip, just like I have a whole bag of zip with your name on it.

BS: Go away, would you? Roberts has got Jammy up in a powerslam and drops him. He helps Jammy up and Jammy lays a boot to his midsection.

MP: Roberts doubled over.

BS: Jammy sends Roberts to the ropes, drop toe hold by Jammy! Roberts gets upset and picks up Jammy and places him on the top turnbuckle. Jammy pushes Roberts back...huricarana from the middle turnbuckle!

MP: Jammy gets up, goes to the middle turnbuckle again. He waits for Roberts to get up, and he delivers a blockbuster, groovy baby!

BS: Jammy's on a hot streek here, he picks up Roberts and Roberts grabs Jammy's tights a sends him to the outside.

MP: If Roberts was smart, he would stay up there and catch his breath, yeah, he seems to be sucking baby.

BS: Roberts moves quickly to the outside to grab Jammy. Jammy catches him in the head with chair. jammy climbs up on the apron and drops an elbow on Roberts. He picks him up and slides him into the ring.

MP: Who baby! Jammy climbs in the ring, picks up Roberts and strategically places Roberts with a nicely executed Snap German Suplex.

BS: He then goes to the outside, climbs the turnbuckle and lands on Roberts with the Last Laugh, a springboard corkscrew splash.

MP: One....Two....Three...Yeah Baby! Jammy with the win.

WINNER: "THE FREAK" JAMILIAH CREED

BS: What an impressive match from both men.

MP: Now that was a match baby!

BS: Do you wanna know what is still on my mind?

MP: Not really, but I guess I must

BS: I want to know what is going on with this damn company, I want to know what the announcement is.

MP: That would be smashing baby!

BS: Well coming up next we're gonna have a little grudge match.

MP: But the only thing is who is the grudge match really against?

BS: Actually that is a good question. Is it going to be against Lukass Holden? The man that got involved with Trey Holmes during his last match in Milwaukee? Or is he gonna fight Vice President Zieba considering the words he had for him in his last interview?

MP: Well since the Vice President is not a wrestler I would guess.......

[At that moment 'Turn the Page' by Metallica begins to play throughout the United Center as Vice President Zieba makes his way towards the ringside area. While he is making his way he points to the ref to get his attention and they begin to converse. After a few moments the assigned ref steps out of the ring and makes his way towards the back. Zieba then makes his way to the commentators table and picks up a microphone.]

MP: Well welcome aboard Mr. Zieba. Would this be a social call for this evening?

VP EZ: I suggest you two pay attention to the next few minutes cause life is about to get interesting. Call out this next match right now. I need to talk to my new found friend.

BS: And on that note....


Lukaas Holden vs. "Hot Shot" Trey Holmes

6'4", 247lbs | 6'1", 229lbs

Brighton, England | Des Moines, IOWA

"War?" by System of a Down | "Lil Homies" by Tupac Shakur


VP EZ: (seeing Holmes making his way towards the ring) Oh look here he comes now. I'll be right back. Save me a seat.

BS: Well Vice President Zieba just left the broadcasting table and has gone inside of the ring to confront Trey Holmes.

MP: I'm gonna miss Holmes cause he was such a swinger.

BS: Why should you care? He, in his own way, made reference to you too.

MP: He what?

BS: Oh wait let's cut to ringside for this one.

VP EZ: Hey Holmes. I had a chance to look at the promo you cut for your match and let me say I found it quite amusing. It's amazing how you can use your allotted time to give off such an outstanding and award winning interview. Now that you have had your time to, shall I say, get your point across perhaps you should hear some of mine.

TH: I ....

VP EZ: I didn't ask you to speak! You had your time so now it's my turn since you targeted me out. Now don't stop me if you heard this before, but let me go ahead and tell you a little story about a man named VICE PRESIDENT ZIEBA!

You see long ago I, along with President Randy Harders, were given the duties of being in charge of the MWC and all of its surroundings. Not someone named Commissioner Radder which you have seemed to be confused of running this league, but rather President Harders and myself.

Now I have heard your cries of getting the Political Screwjob. You say you were told to lay down for Radder and also Martin whom, by the way, both happen to be in the Extreme finals. Now I don't remember this, but somewhere in your feeble mind you actually believe your lies. So much you have even upset your own self with your own lies. Now I know you feel bad for making up these accusations. So bad that you have gone to great lengths to seek your revenge against The Iceman so that your story could be even more believable than before. One time, in Milwaukee, you attacked him when he was minding his own business. Then another time you, and your friend Antonio Smallz, decided to get involved in an Extreme semi-final match which pitted Radder against Mr. Wilcox. And, since you showed no regards for the match and kept your assault on Radder, the ref had no choice but to disqualify Mr. Wilcox from that match. Yes it was an Extreme match, but when you decided to take over the whole freakin show then matters have t be taken into account. Now was you the one that was punished? No. Was Radder punished. Physically yes otherwise no. The one punished was Wilcox and shame on you for what you did.

Then you started your little story of how it's Holmes against the World. Everyone dumps on you and nobody cares about you. You say that you never get your chance here in the league and the reason because is you think that I'm here to personally screw you. Well I've taken all of your arguments into consideration and I've come up with this ultimate solution. Since you are unhappy with the front office and such I've come up with this. If you win tonight's match then you get your first win. Go out and celebrate your butt off. Drink, smoke, and be happy. Now if you loose, and God forbid you go for three in a row, then you will no longer need to worry about this league cause you services will be TERMINATED!

TH: WHAT??

VP EZ: That's right Holmes. It's basically a loser leaves match, but the rules only apply to you! Now to make sure that you get a fair shake in this match I have gone out and searched for a fair and call it down the line ref. Not one of the usual refs that are offered here who are quick to call for the DQ and such. Oh no. I found someone that only knows one thing and that is to make sure that there is a winner. He will not call for a double DQ. They'll be a No Contest. Either one or the other will win by submission, surrender, or pinfall so REST ASSURED the call will be VERY fair.

Now the person that I found knows his way inside and outside of the ring. He has been in many wars inside of the squared circle. So without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen I present to you the special ref for this match!

['Turn the Page' by Metallica starts to play and President Harders comes from behind the curtain sporting a black and white referee shirt.]

BS: I don't believe it! President Harders is gonna referee this match?

MP: BRILLIANT WORK! Oh the VP thought this one out baby! Holmes has no place to hide now!

[Harders rolls in the ring and shakes hand with Zieba. He then goes to check Holden and such.]

VP EZ: Oh, and by the way, good luck and may the best man win.

[Zieba makes his way out of the ring and heads towards the commentary table to join up with Sanders and Powers.]

BS: Mr. Zieba what was the theory behind getting Mr. Harders to ref this match?

VP EZ: Politics. Purely Politics.

The match started off with Holmes and Holden tearing into eachother with Holmes getting the upper hand. With a couple of more punches Holmes backed Holden towards the ropes where he whipped him to the opposite side and caught him with a spin wheel kick which brought Holden down. Holmes then heads to the outside where he climbs to the top and goes to hit Holden with a splash, but Holden moves out of the way and Holmes gets nothing but canvas.

VP EZ: Hey look. Holmes just kissed the canvas!

BS: Speaking of which there have been some reports that Kevin Powers might be in the building. Any comment on that?

VP EZ: Kevin would be a fool to show up right now cause he knows if he did I would send his butt back to Betty Ford. And he might just be alone with what I know.

BS: What's that supposed to mean?

VP EZ: Well let's just say that I've gained this new respect for Manifest Destiny.

MP: Did you know that K-9 made the number ten slot for people they punked out?

VP EZ: Yes....yes I did.

Holden then grabbed Holmes and hit him with a double arm suplex. He then gets up and looks at his fallen opponent for a moment until he rolls outside and grabs a steel chair. He comes back inside and begins to hit on the back of Holmes.

BS: What the??

VP EZ: Oh this is great!

BS: And where is Harders?

MP: He's trying to get something out of his eye.

VP EZ: Those loose eyelashes will KILL YA!

BS: Oh this is sick!

Holden takes the chair and places it in the corner where it is nestled between the second and third rope. He then picks up Holmes and whips him into the turnbuckle where his back hits square on the chair. Holmes crumbles to the ground and Holden drags him out towards the center of the ring.

BS: And Holden with the first pin of the night. One, two, thr-KICKOUT! Could Harders count any faster MY GOD!

VP EZ: What? That was a three second count.

BS: In what country? That was a VERY FAST three count.

MP: Hey it's been awhile. Mr. Harders might still be rusty and he has to get a feel for the ring again.

VP EZ: Yeah! That's it.

MP: Unbelievable.

Holden then picks Holmes up and whips him into the ropes. He tried to hit with a clothesline, but Holmes ducked and went to the other ropes. Holden then went for a back body drop, but Holmes stops right in front of Holden, grabs the back of Holden's head, and plants his face into the canvas.

BS: And Holmes is going for the pin. One....

VP EZ: Hey Mike can you get me that pitcher of water please?

MP: Of course Mr. Zieba.

BS: What is he waiting for? TWO.....

VP EZ: Hey thanks Mike.

MP: Oh not a problem.

BS: He had the TEN COUNT on.....KICKOUT! Oh this is unreal! He gives a quick count for Holden, but a slow one for Holmes. How is he being fair?

VP EZ: Hey Mr. Harders is going through a lot of stress as of late you know.

BS: I'll bet. And it effects his count for the pin?

VP EZ: I'm not a Doctor Brett I'm just the damn Vice President!

BS: Well thank you Bones....

VP EZ: Your so very welcome.

Holmes picks up Holden and whips him into the ropes. Holmes goes for a back body drop, but Holden leapfrogs and goes to the opposite side. Coming off the ropes Holmes goes for the boot to the face, but Holden came forth with a spear.

BS: OH MY GOD!

MP: That's gonna leave a mark.

VP EZ: I guess I can make him the first in many MWC girls now!

Holden gets back up and heads towards the ropes and lands on Holmes with a legdrop across the face. He went for a cover again, but Holmes managed to kick out. Holden then picked up Holmes and tried to go for a piledriver, but Holmes back body dropped Holden and got out of harms way.

VP EZ: Hey I'll be right back.

BS: (watching Zieba leave the table) Oh great where is he going?

MP: I don't know, but he's calling Harders over towards him.

BS: Oh this is....wait a minute.....we have visitors.

MP: SIMPLY STUNNING! And they've brought luggage!

BS: If you consider steel chairs luggage!

Simply Stunning slide into the ring and start to attack Holmes. Wilcox is working Holmes over with a steel chair while Hardy sets up the other steel chair in the middle of the ring. Wilcox then whips Holmes into the ropes and gets him with a leg take down which smacks Holmes head into the steel chair.

BS: And look at this. Harders isn't even LOOKING in the ring! The only one looking is Zieba and he's not doing a thing! This is unjustified!

MP: It's very fair after what Holmes did to them at Wilcox's last match. He should've won, but Holmes made sure to ruin everyone's party!

As Holmes is out Simply Stunning start to attack Holden's knee with the chair. They then stand Holden up and crack him on the back of the head with the steel chair where he falls down and out.

BS: Well Simply Stunning just left the ring and Harders FINALLY TURNS AROUND! He sees that both wrestlers are out of it and he starts his ten count. This is an outrage....wait a minute....Holmes has LIFE!

MP: He's making the crawl to Holden and he just placed a hand on his chest!

BS: Harders and Zieba are just looking at eachother shrugging their shoulders. Harders is gonna make the count. One.........and he's going slow enough.....TWO........you can order a pizza here......THREE!!! HOLMES WINS!!!

WINNER: "Hot Shot" Trey Holmes


MP: See. They were fair. Oh wait Mr. Zieba just rolled in the ring and he's trying to wake up Holden.

BS: Well Holden finally open his eyes and Zieba is.....reaching in his pocket? And he just pulled out a wad of cash and he's whispering something in his ear. And now he's calling for a house mic.

VP EZ: You see Holmes. You just won your first match. Now you can go to State Street, shoot up, and have the time of your pathetic life! Enjoy.

BS: Well Zieba and Harders just rolled out of the ring and Holmes is finally on his feet. He's on the edge of the ropes and he's screaming some colorful words to the headshed of the M......

MP: Hey Holden just rolled out of the ring and grabbed his own steel chair.

BS: And now he's back in and....OH DEAR GOD! He's attacking Holmes from behind! That had to be Zieba's plan! REPEATED ATTACKS on the head of Holmes!

MP: Wait here comes some officials!

BS: But the damage is done! Holden just threw down that chair and he's making his way back to the locker room area. Meanwhile the EMT's need to come out here cause Holmes is down and out!

MP: Maybe he brought this upon himself you never know.


Join up or Butt Out Match

Simply Stunning (Michael Hardy and Jason Wilcox) vs. The X's (X-Tra and X-Treme)

Combined Weight 555 lbs | Combined Weight

Sunderland, England | Liverpool, England

"Let Me Entertain You" - Robbie Williams | It's Like That by RUN D.M.C


The X's came out first to rather mixed emotion crowd. The did their warm ups and the what not, then Simply Stunning came out. The were escorted by their new "members", Jill and Susan. The entered the ring and proceeded to work the crowd, to high approval, and worked the crowd. The bell rang with X-Treme and Mike Hardy in the ring. Hardy gaining the early advantage.

BS: Hardy takes X-Treme and sends him into the ropes, dropping him with a well placed dropkick. He picks him up, throws him down with a powerslam.

MP: Both these guys are from England, smashing baby!

BS: Can we please get back to the point. Hardy into the ropes, nailed by X-tra.

MP: Why not just call these crazy cats X1 and X2, they are so annoying.

BS: Shut up Mike, can I please get security down here?

MP: Just think, my contract has me here another 5 years, very groovy.

BS: Don't remind me. X-Treme up now, and drops a big leg across the back of Hardy's head. He then tags out to X-Tra.

MP: This is awesome tag work. They are keeping Hardy in the corner while they presume to keep each other fresh.

BS: They begin the double team on Hardy. A spike powerslam off the second rope!

MP: There you are!

BS: HUH?, Nevermind. Hardy seems to be laying motionless as X-Tra goes to work on an ankle lock submission move. The ref goes to check on Hardy. Hardy's fighting it hard.

MP: Gotta give the man some credit, he has got some testicular fortitude, yeah baby!

BS: Hardy looks out of it now, the ref to raise his arm...From the other side of the ring comes Wilcox to make the save. In comes al four men. X-Treme goes after Wilcox, but Wilcox hits him with a series of punches.

MP: X-Tra seems to be getting up, while Hardy is still a little out of it, this is turning into a melee, yeah baby!

BS: Wilcox plants X-Treme with a DDT, X-Treme rolls out of the ring. Now Wilcox heads over to help out his partner as he is being picked up by X-Tra. Reverse DDT on X-Tra.

MP: Yeah, it looks as if the ref may actually be getting some order around here.

BS: As my colorful sidekick...

MP: Woah, slow down there. I am no one's sidekick. Not Dr. Evil's, not Alotta's not anyones. Got that?

BS: Relax, it was a figure of speech.

MP: Yeah, that's what I thought.

BS: I wouldn't want a judo chop, that's for sure. Wilcox is being ushered to his corner. Hardy is now up and walks over to the corner with Wilcox and tags him in. Wilcox over to X-Tra, he slides him to the middle of the apron and goes to the top rope...X-Treme crotched him on the ropes.

MP: I guess he's not dead after all, groovy.

BS: X-Tra gets up, grabs the hair of Wilcox and hands him a X-Factor from the turnbuckle.

MP: Youch!

BS: X-Tra goes over to tag X-Treme. X-Treme picks up Wilcox, delivers a kick to the gut..

MP: Check this groovy action out, Hardy up to the top rope!

BS: Stinging Stunner on Wilcox, X-Treme goes for the cover....1....2...

MP: Yeah baby! Hardy nails X1 from the top rope. X2 comes out as the ref is trying to escort Hardy to his corner. He runs over to X2 and is trying to put him in the corner...

BS: Hardy sends X-Treme into the ropes as Wilcox climbs the turnbuckles, Hardy nails X-Treme with a tilt a whirl and Wilcox off with a 360 moonsault. Hardy to his corner.

MP: Ref over, Hardy cutting off X2, 1...2...3!, groovy action baby!

WINNER: SIMPLY STUNNING

BS: I guess no stable is formed... I dunno, the whole premise of the match was confusing from the beginning.

MP: For once Bret, I agree, isn't that smashing?

(Hardy picks up the mic and looks down at the X's lying on the floor.)

MH: We said it would happen and it did, we proved that we are the future of the MWC and you are would have held us back. Well so long boys I guess it wasn't to be.

(Huge pop from the crowd.)

SW: Now onto bigger and better things. San An's Best, right now you guys are next, unless you lose then Cassanova Clique, we have a title shot and we plan on using it at the next card (Crowd pop again.) Then and only then will we show just how much we have come on since we arrived here. We will take your titles at HTO and there is not a thing you can do about it.

Together: 'Cos we wrestler in the air..... (crowd finishes it: and we fly without care.)

MH: Thank you, you fans are the greatest, we will see you all at HTO.

(They climb the ropes and wave to the fans before walking back to the back, slapping hands as they do.)

BS: Well, now that was overwhelmingly interesting, but when did they earn a number one contenders shot?

MP: Who cares, I wanna see the breasts on their girlies, it's making me horney, yeah!

BS: Oh god, please get me out of here soon.


MWC Television Title

Bret 'Brass Knuckles' Kross vs. Bobby Jackson

6'7", 256lbs | 6'7", 285lbs

Chicago, ILL | Syracuse, NY

Bawitdaba by Kid Rock | Hard Body Rock by Jackson himself


Out came the challenger Bobby Jackson first. He had a mixed reaction for his return. Kross comes out with Martin to a mixed reaction to his recent change in actions and attitude. The TV Title around one shoulder. Martin joins the announcing core. Both do a little crowd pleaser and the bell rings. Jackson gains the early advantage.

BS: Welcome Matt...

MM: Shut up Bret, no small talk.

BS: You do have to admit, what you did to Nemisis may have cost him the match.

MM: Good, I'm glad. You obviously haven't gotten the point.

MP: I did baby, you have declared war.

MM: That's right, on MD.

BS: Oh my, look at this, Kross taken down with an arm bar. Jackson looks as if he is trying to take that arm off right at the socket.

MM: If he thinks Bret is gonna stand for that, he has got another thing coming.

MP: You're right, he is laying down.

MM: Shut up you little ****

MP: Judo Chop! (He judochops Martin)

MM: What the hell was that?

(Martin grabs Powers and and throws him across the announcing area.)

BS: Kross finally stands up, and whips Jackson into the ropes and nails him with a powerslam. Jackson up quickly, Kross drops him with a brainbuster.

MM: Kross grabs Jackson and plants him with a reverse DDT. He goes off the ropes to drop an elbow...

BS: Jackson rolled out of the way! Kross landed hard on his elbow. Jackson up, and grabs Kross. He raises him up and drops him with a sidewalk slam.

(Powers getting up, slowly and awkwardly. He gets halfway to his feet, pushes his glasses up on his nose and falls over again.)

MM: Come on Kross!

BS: Jackson sends Kross into the ropes and puts him in an abdominal stretch.

(Powers gets up, but instead of going to the anouncers table, he heads over to Katie J.)

MM: What the hell is that idiot Mike doing now?

BS: Damned if I know, but I think you should worry about Kross.

MM: Don't you tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing Bret.

BS: Kross stomps on the foot of Jackson, and then hip tosses him. He puts him in a piledriver and drops him.

MM: I told you I don't have to worry about him.

BS: Her picks up Jackson, sends him into the ropes, Jackson with a clothesline. He goes to pick up Kross, backbody drop over the top rope.

MM: If you'll excuse me!

BS: Martin left with a chair and heads towards Jackson. Oh my, he hit him right across the back. Jackson went to get up again, he got hit right square in his head. He is outcold. Martin rolls Jackson into the ring. Kross grabs him and sets him up with a suplex. He then drops him with the Brass Bomb.

MM: (a little out of breath.) 1....2...3 and my man retains!

WINNER: BRET "BRASS KNUCKLES" KROSS (Retains TV Title)

(Powers gets smacked upside his head, getting dropped yet again.)

BS: Yeah, no thanks to you.

(Martin and Kross leave as Powers makes his way back to the announcing table.)

BS: Where the hell were you? Why the hell do you have a red mark across your face?

MP: Don't worry about it, who's next?

BS: Hellfighter versus Angelus.

MP: This should be interesting!

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