[The crowd are mostly sitting, eyes wandering across the arena, to the ring, to the entrance, when suddenly, Ace Spade appears with title slung over shoulder. Jeers escalate as the crowd rise to their feet.]

JP: Here comes the World Champion, looking not too happy at all.

Sully: Quite rightly so. He lost to Troy Knight last night due to a mishap with the referee.

JP: Ace decided it was best to K.O. the referee. Didnít turn out so good for the Champ though.

Sully: Easy mistake. Referees can be so frustrating.

[Ace walks to the ring, a grimace on his face as if heíd just sucked a pig of its own shit.]

Sully: Whatís that look on his face for?

JP: We are bound to find out.

[Ace comes round to the announcers table, pulling a microphone from the grasp of Peter Santos. And into the microphone]

Ace Spade: Thanks, Pete.

[Ace smirks and enters the ring. He steps through the ropes and his grimace is back in full form. The boos and cries from the crowd slowly die down. The sooner Spade says what he has to say, the sooner he will go.]

Ace Spade: Okay, you can shut your filthy mouths now. "The Player" has landed and I might as well say my piece so I can go back to a hotel and order some expensive women. Anyways, my priority tonight is to come out here and send a word to our President, Edward Walker.

[The crowd murmur, but no cheers, worried that The Champion will assume they are directed at himself.]

Ace Spade: Tonight, I look down the list of matches. I see SEVEN wrestlers, but I only see TWO matches. What the hell is up with that? Can't you share our the competition a bit, Walker? As World Champion I have an obligation to wrestle every now and then, and I would have liked to have wrestled tonight to apologise to myself for what happened to my last week. Understand my way or reasoning, yes?

JP: I sure don't.

Sully: I doubt he's talking to you, John.

Ace Spade: So, Walker, if youíd like to give me some sort of explanation, I'm more than willing to hear it. Just make sure itís decent enough. Make sure I'll be satisfied-

[President Ed Walker is here already, slowly surfacing from the entrance curtain. Cheers are now full-on, and aimed at EdWalker, who does not smile, but comes halfway down the ramp with a microphone raised to his chest.]

Ed Walker: Moaning - something I'm sure you majored in at college, Spade. Something that you most certainly excel at. But another thing you do really well is giving me a pain in the ass!

[Huge cheers circulate the arena. Ace holds his temper.]

Ed Walker: You want a match? You had a match last week. You had a match at the Pay Per View a week before that, and you fought with Twisted Vizion a week before that, and Insane Wayne before that! You're still wanting a match?

Ace Spade: That's why I'm here, Walker. As the top member of the-

Ed Walker: Well maybe you shouldn't ask quite so much, ACE!!!

[Ed is built up, he points a finger.]

Ed Walker: All I can here is your damn wanting and complaining. You've asked for a match, what, two times? Well maybe that's one time too many.

[Ace is confused. He paces around the ring.]

Ace Spade: What the hell, what the hell are you babbling about? Do I have my match or not?

Ed Walker: That's a third time! Maybe you've asked for too much Ace. Maybe, if you ask three times, you get an answer three times, you get three different answers.

Ace Spade: God damnit what the hell are you talking about!?

Ed Walker: I'm about to use three men I really don't care for, but when it comes to business I'll use them liked I'd use any other. These three men wouldn't work for me in any usual circumstance, but when the money is right, they're willing to do anything!!!!

JP: Who is the President talking about?

Sully: I got an idea who and I don't like it from Ace's point of view!

Ed Walker: Bulldozer!

[The seven-foot Bulldozer appears from the curtain.]

Ed Walker: Hobo!

[The Hobo hobbles out.]

Ed Walker: Enigma

[Enigma speeds onto the ramp.]

Ed Walker: You three you're being paid well get in that ring, and give that man what he wants a three-on-one match!

[The three wrestlers belonging to Dom Stoate plough towards the ring. To cheers, Walker raises his arm and disappears down the side of the entrance ramp.]

Peter Santos: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a non-title handicap three on one match. Currently in the ring, weighing in at 230 lbs, 6'2". He is the Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, Ace Spade. And currently making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 943 lbs, they are Bulldozer, The Hobo, and Enigma!

JP: Good god Sully, that's almost a ton! This doesn't look very good for Ace!

Sully: This isn't fair! Three on one, what kind of treatment is that for our World Champion?

JP: It's his own fault, he's been pushing Walker's buttons for weeks now. Walker never has and never will be the kind of man to let people push him around. Ace asked three times and was rewarded three times, easy as that!

Sully: Ha, rewarded!

[The trio makes their way slowly down the ramp discussing what one would assume is strategy. As they reach the ring each Enigma goes to the right, Hobo takes the left and Bulldozer stays in the middle. Ace cautiously swings his head from hired goon to hired goon, thinking of something to do, as Enigma slowly tried to creep in, Ace charges the ropes and kicks the bottom rope causing Enigma to drop back down to the outside as he dodge the strike. As Ace is focused on Enigma, both Dozer and The Hobo slide into the ring and hit Ace from behind, only to proceed to beat him down with their respective feet. Causing the ref to signal for the bell and the start of the match.]

JP: The bell has just sounded and already things don't look very promising for our Champion.

Sully: What the hell did you expect? The numbers game always wins!

[As Bulldozer and Hobo continue to beat down Ace, who is struggling to keep his hands over his head, the referee frantically tried to pull both men off of him. As this is going on Enigma takes it upon himself to throw Santos to the ground and take the chair out from under him. Enigma folds the chair up and turns his attention to the ring. Bulldozer has now brought Ace to his feet and proceeds to irshwhip him into the ropes. As Ace runs back at the large frame of Bulldozer, Bulldozer extends his arm and damn near beheads Ace who is sent spiraling into the air and crashing back down to the mat. As Ace grimaces in pain Hobo props himself up onto the top rope and quickly launches himself into the air and connects with an elbow drop.]

Sully: Hey ref look! You can't let them do that!

[Ace is gasping for air as Enigma slides the chair into the ring and it is picked up by Bulldozer. Enigma follows the chair into the ring and then assissts The Hobo in proping the weazing Ace Spade to his feet. The ref quickly moves over to Bulldozer who swats the ref into the corner with the greatest of ease. Bulldozer then smirks vily and lunges forward only to swing down the chair onto the head of the MWF World Champion. The connection of bone and steel echos throughout the entire arena as nearly everyone in the place exerts a painful yelp at the sight of the viscious chair shot. Seeing this blatent disregard for the rules the referee quickly sounds for the bell and Peter Santos calls the match.]

JP: Did you hear that?!?!

Sully: What kind of question is that, of course I did, hell I felt it!

JP: I've never been a very big fan of Ace's but even this may be a bit much.

Sully: We need some medial attention out here, there's no way Ace is still conscious.

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualificatio- ....

Ed Walker: Hold your tongue Mr. Santos!

[Peter quickly quiets as he recognises the sound of Prez Ed's voice. The attention of everyone quickly shifts to the entrance way where Ed Walker is once again seen, mic in hand. ]

Ed Walker: I refuse to let this match end this way! After all, who would a proud man like our World Champion be able to face his own ego if he knew he won his match this way? Oh no, a disqualification simply won't do. Chad, I order you to continue this match under no disqualification rules! I'll leave you to your work now.

[Ed turns and disappears backstage once again. We now see Stoate's three minions turn back down to the fallen Ace with disgust and back to the entrance way. The three men, then begin to yell profanities to Ed, who is no longer present. Showing an obvious annoyance with Ed due to his abuse of power and their time.]

JP: Those three men don't look too pleased Sully.

Sully: They sure don't. The way they see it, they've already done their job, they took out Ace, and now Ed is pushing his weight around by ordering this match to continue.

JP: So the man knows how to get the biggest bang for his buck.

Sully: Look out!

[As the three men argue with an abscent Ed Walker we see Ace Spade slowly starting to stir. Far too proccupied with themselfs, none of the men notice as Ace regains his coherency and gets to his feet, stalking them. Ace then stomps the mat and causes the large Bulldozer to turn around. Once Bulldozer realises Ace is on his feet he charges once again towards Ace, chair cocked. Just as Bulldozer swings the chair at Ace, Ace side-steps and is missed. Ace drops down and locks in a drop toe hold onto the big man. This sends Bulldozer to the ground and coincidentally face first into the chair. Bulldozer's weight comes crashing down onto the chair face first and as a result Bulldozer busts his nose wide open! Ace quickly springs to his feet. The earthquake caused by Dozer's fall makes both Enigma and The Hobo to turn around and find a standing Ace Spade. Before either man has a change to do anything. Ace charges full speed and clotheslines The Hobo with authority, right over the top rope!]

Sully: As quickly as things slipped out of his favor, they have slipped back!

JP: Ace Spade is taking it to Stoate's minion's!

[As the Hobo awekwardly falls to the floor Enigma stands in front of Ace with a confused expression on his face. Ace stares back smiling confidently. Enigma shakes off his confusion and leaps forward in an attempt to connect with a big right hand, only for Ace Spade to duck the punch and end up behind Enigma. At this time both The Hobo and Bulldozer have begun to stir. But Ace quickly grabs the back of Enigma's head and connects with a big revease ddt! Waisting no time, Ace rushes ot grab the chair from under the still dazed, but slowly rising, Bulldozer. Ace moves back over to The Hobo who has pulled himself onto the ring apron and rested on the top rope. With one hand, Ace guilltine's The Hobo, forcing him over the top rope and back into the ring. The Hobo lands on his but and shakes his head before look up. As he does he momentarily sees Ace standing in front of him smirking. Ace then lowers the chair down onto The Hobo's head with no remorse.]

JP: That's got to hurt!

Sully: You know what they say JP, pay back is a bitch!

[As Ace stares down the motionless Hobo he is suddenly struck down by a clubbing blow to the back. We then see the gigantic Bulldozer standing tall, and angered over Ace Spade. Bulldozer quickly pulls Ace Spade to his feet and just as quickly launches him towards the corner. Ace runs chest first into the turnbuckles and rebounds backwards down to the mat. Bulldozer is rapidly back on his target as grabs a hand full of hair along side a handfull of shorts belonging to Ace. Bulldozer then lifts Ace right off the mat and with an amazing display of strength carries Ace Spade towards the opposing corner, and begins to sway Ace back and forth. After gaining some momentum Ace is authoritatively thrown shoulder first into the ring post where he stays proped in the corner.]

Sully: Good lord! That man is a tank!

JP: What a disgusting display of strength! Bulldozer is one hell of a ... I don't even know what to call it!

Sully: He's a freak! It's not normal to be that big! Can you imagine his poor mother? She had to endure labour of that thing!

[With blood running down the bridge of his nose and down the rest of his face, Bulldozer angrily walks towards the stuck Ace Spade, and with ease pulls him from his confines. Ace drops down to the mat and is pulled back up by Bulldozer who then thrusts Ace between his legs with annoyance and frustration in his eyes. BUlldozer then effortlessly pulls Ace off of the mat and then throws back down to the mat with an earthshattering powerbomb. As Ace connects with the mat below he folds up like an accordian. Bulldozer then drops all of his weight onto Ace and covers the lifeless corpse of the Champion.]

Sully: Where did Ace go?

JP: He's under that monster! Bulldozer just effortlessly tore apart our World Champion!

Sully: That's a seven foot drop! He must have internal bleeding!

JP: With one foul move BUlldozer has beaten our World Champion! Could you imagine the carnage this man could cause if he decided to set his aim on Ace's title? I don't think anyone can stop this behemoth!

[ The referee drops along Bulldozer and starts the count ... 1 ... 2 ...! No! Just before the ref slaps the third count he notices Ace Spade's foot on the bottom rope. Seeing this he order Bulldozer off of Ace.]

Sully: You spoke too soon JP, look, Ace kicked out!

JP: I wouldn't say he kicked out, I think his foot just bounced onto the bottom rope. Ace Spade got lucky there if you ask me, but it may have been better for him to just stay down. Now he's in for more from the likes of Bulldozer!

[With three quarters of his face covered in blood Dozer is like a bull seeing red. He becomes enraged at not getting the three count. As he gets to his feet he notices that Enigma has also gotten to his feet. Bulldzoer yells something to him, and then turns to Ace and pulls him to his feet. Enigma grabs the chair from the mat and waits for Bulldozer to position Ace. The lifeless body of Ace Spade is proped up by Bulldozer, who then signals Enigma to attack. Enigma takes a small run and rises the chair over his head. He sends it crashing down towards Ace, who at the very last second drops to his knees pulling down Bulldozer's arms on the way down. Doing so causes Bulldozer to be the recipiant of the chair shot instead of Ace. Bulldozer flies backwards and tumbles over the top rope and to the outside.]

Sully: What resourcefullness from our champion!

JP: Don't be too hasty, we've still got some action going on inside the ring!

[Enigma's eye widen at his actions, as he watches Bulldozer flip over the top rope to the outside. He turns his head back to Ace and finds him swing back and forth on his knees, while in a dzae. Enigma's expression focus' and he once again rises the chair above his head. Once the chair is at it's peak, Ace open's one eye and smiles before he leans forward and swings his arm upwards in the direction of Enigma's groin. As he connects with the blow, Enigma drops to the mat holding his neather-regions.]

Sully: The Very Low Low Blow! He got it!

JP: Again you're getting ahead of yourself here Sully, look!

[As Ace struggles to his feet he is quickly spun around and is face to face with the Hobo! The Hobo doesn't waist any time and he grabs hold of Ace, who quickly breaks the hold of his opponent and leaps into the air. Ace spins around in the air while holding onto The Hobo's head. Ace then brings down The Hobo's head powerfully, sending it crashing to the mat, connecting with the Royal Flush!]

Sully: ROYAL FLUSH! ROYAL FLUSH! PIN HIM ACE!

[As The Hobo bounces off the mat as does Ace who bounces right on top of The Hobo. Seeing the Hobo is covered the ref quickly drops to the mat and starts the count ... 1 ... 2 ... 3! The bell sounds and Peter Santos is heard.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match vie pin fall, the MWF World Heavyweight Champion, Ace Spade!

JP: How in the hell did he do that?

Sully: He's the best in the business he's not the World Champion for nothing you know.

[Ace opens his eyes at the sound of the bell and as his arm is raised and he is handed his World Championship, he reaslises what he's done. Ace then realises the situation he's in and quickly rolls out of the ring. As he falls down to the ground outside and struggles to his feet he sees Bulldozer getting into the ring and staring him down. Ace makes his way up the ramp, struggling for breath. We cut to a commercial with Sully still boasting.]

Sully: This man is a true example of persaverence! He overcame three men and prooved just how good he is.

JP: Ed must be fuming mad, nothing he seems to do works with Ace, he just always manages to come out on top!

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