versus

"Prime Time" The Vine

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

["Nation" by Sepultura hits the PA system and a mixed reaction goes up around the arena as Vine walks out. He smiles to the crowd and raises his arms in the air. Instead of making his way down the ramp, he climbs down the steps, into the pit area. He searches around underneath the entrance staging for something.]

Sully: What the hell is this idiot doing, JP?

JP: The Vine is full of surprises, I'll give him that!

[Vine pulls out a piece of cardboard, which he holds up the crowd. They cheer as they see what is written on it, "Americans Rock". He jumps back onto the stage and walks down the ramp with a cheeky smile on his face. He then turns it round, revealing the over side of it, "�Canadians Suck"! This forces the crowd to cheer even louder, as Vine steps into the ring, enjoying the cheep pops.]

Sully: What is this guy on? Talk about winning the crowd over!

Peter Santos: In the ring, from The Low Streets, DL, weighing in at 236lbs, The Vine!

[The Vine circles the ring, biggin' the crowd up as he goes. He jumps as the arena plunges into the darkness and "Taking Me Down" By Hardline hits the PA system. He regains his composure and stands ready in the ring. A pink spotlight focuses in on the entrance platform as Hart Evans walks into the spotlight.]

Sully: Now this is a guy who should be getting the crowd's attention. He is an icon� not only that - a Canadian icon!

JP: When will you stop kissing this guy's rear end, Sully?

Sully: What're you talking about, JP?

Peter Santos: The opponent, from Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 235lbs, Hart Evans!

[Evans smiles smugly into the ring, then from behind The Vine in the ring, sneaks up a man. The man - unknown - jumps at The Vine, and sends him down to the ground with an axe-handle smash! The Vine crumbles to the ground, and Evans sprints down into the ring.]

JP: Damnit! That cheat!

Sully: Rick Evans is back in action! Wohoo! Did you see that, that was fantastic!

[The referee restores order, but The Vine is at a clear disadvantage. Hart Evans picks up Vine and hits an impressive stalling suplex, to the ore of the Canadians in the crowd. The Vine is being helped on by the majority of the crowd, who're getting behind the American. Hart Evans smiles at Acid, who is taunting the crowd on the outside. Evans takes down The Vine again, with a DDT to the mat. Evans goes for the cover: 1�. 2� kick-out by The Vine.]

JP: This is so unfair! Both competitors should've had an equal opportunity heading into this match. But that damn Rick Acid, who was put out by Wildfire some weeks back.

Sully: Don't cry, JP! Haha� Hart Evans is a legend - you gotta admit it!

[Evans forces The Vine into the corner, where he stamps away with right hands. The Vine slumps down into the corner, but Hart forces him back up, into a sitting position in the corner. Hart Evans takes several step back, then runs at The Vine in the corner, and shocks the whole crowd by attempting a high-risk arm-drag take down, from the inside of the ring - OUT!]

Sully: Holy sh--! Damnit, JP! Did you see that!?

JP: I saw it all right! They narrowly missed our announcer's table!

[Both men are down, but Acid comes over to put The Vine at a clear disadvantage. He mounts a position and punches away on the young American. The referee slides out the ring and tells Acid to go inside. The crowd is cheering, as the referee sticks by his decision and forces Acid up the ramp.]

JP: At last - a decent decision. Very sportsman-like from referee, Chad Pattison.

Sully: Oh no!

[Evans heaves himself up to his feet to see a pissed-off Rick Acid make his way to the backstage area. A look of panic meets his eyes as he looks down at The Vine who is surprisingly making his way to his feet. Evans quickly picks up Vine and slams him into the guard-rail. He follows up by picking up The Vine who is still fairly helpless, and sends him rolling further up the ramp.]

JP: Where is he taking The Vine! This is ridiculous behaviour from Hart Evans. This is gonna be a double count-out.

[The Vine slowly starts to the fight back with random punches to the stomach of Evans, who is taken aback by his resilience. A chant starts up in the crowd, willing The Vine on. Evans falls flat on his ass, as The Vine gets to his feet. He snarls at Evans, who is backing away. The Vine stops then runs at Evans and hits a flying drop kick to the face of Hart Evans! The crowd is going crazy as The Vine pumps the crowd up with his charismatic character.]

JP: I can't quite believe this, but The Vine is fighting back against Evans. And the Canadian doesn't have Rick Acid covering his back now. Haha.

[Both competitors are now at the top of the ramp, near the entrance platform. Evans manages to clumsily get up to his feet, and The Vine stares him down. Evans lunges at The Vine with a desperation right hand, which The Vine easily ducks. Vine then grabs by the shirt and lifts him up, getting ready to plant him with his finishing manoeuvre, The Vine Bomb. The crowd is going crazy all around as The Vine completes the move. Referee Chad Pattison is staying to the rulebook, though, and has started to count them out.

Chad Pattison: ...4......5...

[The Vine is frustrated, as he looks down at Evans who is out of it. Suddenly, from out of nowhere comes the familiar face of Rick Acid! He pounces on The Vine from behind and takes him down, this time, with a steel chair! The crowd's cheers turn to boos immediately as Acid stares down The Vine who is out cold on the floor after the high-impact collision between his head and the steel chair!]

JP: DAMNIT! Not again... the cheating bastard!

Sully: He's back� again! Two big entrances in one night, JP!

[Rick Acid uses his hardcore initiative and climbs down off the ramp to the bit below. He searches underneath the entrance staging and pulls out a solid wooden table. He smiles sadistically as he carefully stands it up. He taps it several times to show it's strength, then slides back onto the ramp. He laughs out loud as he drags The Vine into the pit, and lays him roughly across the set-up table. The crowd, knowing what is about to happen, boos intensely in the direction of 'Acid'.]

JP: Tell me I am not seeing this, Sully!

Sully: Haha! And do you know what Rick's finishing move is?!

JP: Damnit, no!

Sully: THE FLYING HEADBUTT! Oh, man, this is gonna be great!

[Jones climbs back onto the ramp, and looks down at The Vine who is strewn across the table. Rick Jones, without any hesitation, dives off the ramp way, and lands the 'Acid Drop' onto The Vine... head first!]

JP: OH MY GOD! Tell me I didn't just see that! That was inhumane!

Sully: Haha! All three men are out of it, JP. Look at them, and look at Chad Pattison - he doesn't know what to do!

[Pattison looks around at the carnage and eventually does what he paid to do, and tells the official to ring the bell. Peter Santos steps up and announces the match result.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to neither competitor being able to continue the match, the referee has called this match a draw.

[The camera takes another look at the three men, especially The Vine, who is buried amongst the rubble of the broken table.]

JP: What an amazing match that was, The Vine showing that he sure is ready to become one of the MWF's next generation.

Sully: But he's turning the fans with him, they're liking him more and more.

JP: Quite right to...

Sully: Why don't epople appreciate real talent like Hart Evans and Rick Jones, they are the real rulers of the Maximum Wrestling Federation.

JP: I have to correct you there Sully...the MWF is ruled by Walker and Fozzy, the President and General Manager.

Sully: I've always wondered who has more power, Walker or Fozzy?

JP: Walker unfortunatly, but Fozzy has the true power...in terms of man power because he has the "WMD" at his side.

Sully: True, but Walker has "Connection's" haha!

JP: Very good Sully, very good.

[The crowd are shocked as suddenly "Comeback" by Foo Fighters hits the PA system and the MWF banner is hit by a gust of wind so it billows dramatically in the breeze....walking out onto the entrance way with a rather large smile on his face is the MWF President.]

Sully: What the hell is Walker doing out here tonight?

JP: I'm sure he has a good reason, it's incredible how his fortunes have changed in the space of a few months.

Sully: It's his own fault, he decided to turn his back on a loyal fanbase...he's souless.

JP: I am sure somewhere he has a soul, somewhere, he used to be such a great man but now he's lost his charm.

Sully: Not suprised after what he did.

[The crowd jeer loudly as MWF President Edward Walker walks down the entrance ramp, a mike in his hand...he nods his head at the booing crowd as if they aren't even there.]

JP: He's an arrogant bastard, rather like the "Canadian Connection", I wonder if Walker is actually a Canadian?

Sully: Not all Canadian's are arrogant bastard's, except Anarkist of course.

JP: Anarkist is a great man and a great friend to the MWF.

[Walker reaches the ring, he walks to the steps and enters the ring by climbing up them...he pauses before stepping in the ring, looking around at the three and a half thousand fans who have filled the arena.]

Sully: How old is Walker now?

JP: He's knocking on a bit, just like Hart Evans and Rick Jones, that's why they feel such a "Connection".

Sully: Walker holds the MWF in his arms tonight and he can do anything he pleases, he'll be announcing something for Vacation you watch.

JP: It'll be something big, very big.

Sully: He'll announce his two choices to be entered into that tournament, that is going to be the most extreme tournament ever seen on television.

JP: You're not wrong there Sully, and God knows what Walker has in store for the final match...the semi-finals are brutal enough.

Sully: Barbed Wire Baseball Bats, Cages, Beds of Nails and Ultimate Chairshots, it's like Mick Foley's dream!

[Walker paces around the ring as the crowd quieten waiting to see what the President has to say.]

Walker: Tonight, ladies and gentleman of the crowd, I have something to tell you....something that I honestly think you'll want to hear.

[Someone screams 'Shut The Fuck Up' from the crowd and Walker shakes his head and gives a half smile.]

Walker: No, honestly, I really think you would like to hear this.

[More people are joining in the lone man's chant, and soon half the arena is chanting for Walker to 'Shut The Fuck Up'...his face turns redder and he suddenly explodes.]

Walker: Why don't all of you scum just sit there in the seats I provide for you and listen to me for just five minutes...if you only knew half of what I did for you every week then perhaps you'd shut the fuck up!

[The crowd are stunned at this outbursts and Walker quickly continues.]

Walker: I came out here to tell you that I have decided the Main Event for Vacation....oh you're not jeering now? You're interested?

JP: I want to know!

Sully: Me to!

Walker: I guess I'll have to tell you. The MWF when it first started was not the most extreme of federations, but as we grew then we started to develop a style, a certain genre was added to our wrestling...belts such as the FTW Title appeared where to win the title you had to knock your opponent down for a ten count. Now we've reverted to the newer forms of wrestling...but we still lean to the old way, the hardcore way...and that is why, those of you who were there the first time will appreciate this match.

[Some of the fans have big smiles on their faces but most of them are looking very confused.]

JP: It isn't what I think it is...

Sully: A match that characterised the MWF the first time...

[Walker holds his hand up in the air and as he speaks he lets it drops.]

Walker: The final at Vacation, will have the MWF World Title on the line and it will be a FLAMING TABLES MATCH!

[The whole arena are on their feet with excitement at the announcement, Walker continues over the noise.]

Walker: And your precious Anarkist is going to be...burned alive!

[The excitement turns to jeers at Walker's last comment, although some of the crowd are too wrapped up in the thought of a flaming table match that they have forgotten everything.]

JP: I don't believe it, the flaming tables are back in the MWF...and this time it's an actual match.

Sully: Sam King used one on Wildfire and now we'll see it on the big time stage..

JP: You thought table matches were bad, a flaming table match is incredible.

Sully: But who will face Anarkist?

JP: A good question.

Sully: I hope it's Sam King, wouldn't you love to see that....King gaining his revenge by putting Anarkist through a flaming table?

JP: No I wouldn't.

[President Edward Walker is leaning on the ropes, towards the entrance ramp and he roars the top of his voice.]

Walker: I've been deciding who I feel should be in this tournament, and Fozzy and I decided to split it half way...he'd have Anarkist and another wrestler of his choice...and I'd pick two of my choice. Well I sat down and it wasn't hard to decided who should face Anarkist, infact you'll see a preview tonight, it's going to be Anarkist versus Wildfire in the first semi-final!

[The crowd erupt in a huge roar at the thought of Anarkist against Wildfire.]

Sully: Wildfire's going to be in his natural habitat, a cage!

JP: Oh no, Walker really does want Anarkist to die at Vacation...

Sully: Anarkist won't stand a chance if Wildfire turns on the gas inside that cage, and with a barbed wire baseball bat to hand then Anarkist really will be dead meat.

[Walker holds his hand for silence, he suprisingly recieves it.]

Walker: And the second man, from Texas...

[The crowd are jeering before Walker has even finished.]

Walker: Yeah that's right, Sam King!

[The crowd boo loudly at the mention of "The Transformed Texan"....Walker looks smug at their jeering.]

Walker: He will compete against Fozzy's other choice in an Ultimate Chairshot match...now in that match...

["Debaser" by Pixies blasts from the PA system and the MWF's General Manager strolls out onto the entrance way with Anarkist and The Jeopardizer either side of him and his new bodyguard Mike Savage behind him.]

JP: Wahey! Fozzy's finally come to shut Walker up...

Sully: We got some valuable information from Walker, for once.

[The General Manager has a mike and he raises it to his lips, licking them before he speaks.]

Fozzy: An Ultimate Chairshot match?

Walker: Yes, that's what I said you little rat.

Fozzy: Walker, I never agreed to that...it should be a Bed of Nails match...

Walker: I thought we settled this earlier?

Fozzy: You are mistaken.

Walker: I am never mistaken!

Fozzy: Well you were this time and it was also a mistake to put Sam King in this tournament because I have carefully selected a man to face him who I know will beat him...and he won't just beat him he will take revenge.

[The crowd noise level is slowly building as they anticpate finding out the identity of King's opponent, Walker is frowning in the ring as Fozzy speaks again.]

Fozzy: Sam King, he truly will be 'transformed' at Vacation, when he takes on...The....Jeopardizer!

[The Jeopardizer steps forward with his MWF Xtreme Title and taunts to the roaring crowd...Walker looks shocked as "Jay-Z" celebrates, Anarkist looks at Walker in the ring, not looking happy nor angry.]

Walker: The Jeopardizer? That worthless smuck...

Fozzy: He's the MWF Xtreme Champion so therefore he rightfully....rightfully takes his place in the Vacation tournament, and if it is Anarkist versus The Jeopardizer in the final then so be it, it'll be better than having to watch either Wildfire or Sam King.

Walker: You son of a...

Fozzy: I always have the last laugh Walker, always.

[With these words then Fozzy turns and walks off backstage, "WMD" following, Anarkist giving Walker one last long look, the MWF President stands alone in the ring.]

JP: Wow! Vacation just got a whole lot better, we now know what is going to happen.

Sully: The Jeopardizer and Sam King will finally meet in one on one action, but the question is what type of match will it be?

JP: I think it'll be a Bed of Nails match and if it is then both men may not make it to the final alive!

Sully: Anarkist and Wildfire will be locked in a cage...with barbed wire baseball bats...and nothing to stop them beating the hell from each other.

JP: The final will be a warm occasion that's for sure with some flaming tables in tow!

Sully: God Vacation really is going to be something special, under two weeks now until we're at Vacation.

JP: Can Anarkist hang onto his MWF World Title...well it will remain to be seen but next up he faces the man who he will meet at Vacation in a cage...Wildfire!

Sully: The MWF TV Champion is one hell of a wrestler, hell he's even the MWF Tag Team Champion to...

JP: He's a talented wrestler, but suffers from a bout of egoness...he can't take losing and he sure as hell best get used to losing when he faces Anarkist.

Sully: Anarkist really must understand he's not that great.

JP: He won't be as great as Ross Allen yet, but he can be one day.

Sully: We'll see how he does, he's got sneaky Fozzy on the outside, Wildfire will have to be on his guard against the "WMD"...it's like fighting a pack of wasps.

JP: They just know how to use tactics to their advantage, and they're allowed to use them if they want to.