[Before we kick off the first match of Dynamite, footage is played of the MWF 'Invasion' of rival federation, WEW, on their Television Show last Thursday.]

{{{[The count down begins. The Straight Edge Hero wipes his Mouth that has the mist all over it. He goes to Jeff X and nails a Death Valley Driver. The Straight Edge Hero also falls down and moves to a Turnbuckle. The countdown ends as it goes silent.

Alex: Here�s Flash! Don�t you wish you were me?

Briggs: Um..Not really, Al.

Gutter Rat makes his way down the Entrance. He sprints down the Ring. Eddie Benoit sees this and looks confused and then shocked, realizing who Gutter Rat warned him about earlier in the night. He falls down and tries to back away from Gutter Rat who is in the Ring.

Alex: What?! But the�Flash�Rumble�What!?

Steve: It seems as though Flash has not entered the Rumble Royale.

Briggs: Don�t worry about Flashman. Look at what�s about to happen in the Ring.

Gutter Rat grabs Eddie Benoit and whips to the Ropes. Gutter Rat then nails a Clothesline reeling both out of the Ring.

Timothy Rogers: Gutter Rat and Eddie Benoit have been eliminated!!!

Gutter Rat and Eddie Benoit continue to brawl. They are nailing each other as Officials come and break it up. They are escorted back while screaming at each other.

Steve: Eddie Benoit is the one who screwed Gutter Rat at Mind Games. What will come from this battle?

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Mikey has pulled himself into the ring. The announcers are trying to get reestablished after, Arson crumpled their table, and Gutter Rat is quick to head back into the ring. Mikey looks up just in time to see the glint of chain before it hits him, and he slumps to the ground, out of it. Gutter Rat tosses the chain out, and revives the referee, before slumping over the Champion

Alex: Is my mic working yet? Damnit, Harlum! Someone, Anyone, GET OUT HERE, NOW!!!

1... 2... 3... The ref makes a sloppy 3 count, but it's a three count nonetheless Gutter Rat rises to his feet, as the MWF music begins to play. The referee holds Gutter Rats' arm in the air as Timothy Rogers gets into the ring.

Timothy Rogers: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match and NEW WEW Continental Champion, Gutter Rat!

The crowd boos as Gutter Rat grabs the WEW belt, holding it, taunting the crowd. Just before turning around, and blasting the referee with the new belt. Timothy Rogers turns and gets a shot to the head himself.

Steve: You may be next, Alex.

Mikey pulls himself to his feet in the corner and takes a run up, only to get put to ground by the belt. Gutter Rat turns and nails the referee now.

Alex: Gutter Rat just hit our referee with that chair! Is he possessed or something?

Rob Arson only just gets to his feet. He stumbles into the ring, turning straight into a belt shot from Gutter Rat. The crowd boos viciously as Arson hits the mat.

Alex: This is wrong, just wrong! Gutter Rat has laid out four guys in that ring with the Continental Title, two of them WEW Staff.

It's not WEW security that comes pouring from the back, but WEW wrestlers, being directed by Prez Harlum, Gutter Rat exits the ring, and several of the stars, such as M-Unit, Jeff X and Lee Watson chase him through the crowd, and into the back. The camera tries to follow them, but the cord is to short. Another camera is dispatched to one of the many arena concession stands where an anxious Edward Walker is waiting for the new Continental Champion, who runs through a door and runs toward the parking lot, followed by the MWF Owner, some of the WEW roster and Prez Harlum. When Rat & Walker get to the parking lot, they search for their limo, but can't find it.

Gutter Rat: Where the hell is it, Ed?

Walker: It was here when I left it..

Harlum (shouting): And I had it towed away, you creeps!

Walker: Damnit!

With Harlum & the WEW grapplers getting closer and closer, Walker and Rat, who has the WEW Continental Championship firmly in his grip, begin to run away into the distance.

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CT: Hey WEW fans! It's great to be out here tonight, I've come out to celebrate the era of Tivelli with you....

The crowd cheer, and Tivelli is about to raise his arms to acknowledge their cheers when suddenly "Heart's Filthy Lesson" by David Bowie hits the PA system.

Steve: Oh Come On, whose interrupting?

Alex: You've got to be kidding me.

Briggs: What, Al?

Alex: That's the music of a stable over at the MWF..

Steve: Yeah, I recognize these guys...they're, they're...

Alex: The Master Plan!

The WEW World Champion looks confused as he looks at the entrance way where the MWF stable, The Master Plan, come out to jeers from the fans. Their leader Tempest steps forward slightly, with the MWF Xtreme Championship on his shoulder, behind him stand The Hobo and Enigma.

Tempest has a mic in his hand and he brings it to his lips...the crowd fall silent as their curiosity at what he has to say gets the better of them.

Tempest: Tivelli, I believe that's your name. We've been watching your steady rise to superiority in the WEW and I have to say, we're quite impressed.

The fans are bemused by this comment, CT has a slight on his face at this comment by Tempest.

Tempest: We are The Master Plan. I am Tempest, behind me stand The Hobo and Enigma. It is quite obvious which one is which. We are the most powerful force in the MWF today and we've come out here tonight to offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Tivelli chuckles and raises the mic to speak.

CT: Oh yeah, old man, what do you suppose this opportunity is?

Tempest: I'd like to offer you the chance to join the MWF.

The crowd boo at Tempest's words, Tivelli looks angered at this suggestion.

Alex: There is no way that Tivelli would join the MWF.

Steve: He's the WEW World Champion!

Tempest raises his hand for some quiet, but he doesn't get it. The crowd are jeering loudly. Tempest starts to walk down the entrance ramp, The Hobo and Enigma follow in his wake.

Tempest: If you would just shut up for a moment then I can explain the terms of this deal to Mr. Truth. You see kid, you've got amazing talent and you're wasting it here. That belt you hold around your waist, that 'World Championship', why it's about the equivalent to the MWF's development territory's Global Championship. Quit while your ahead, end your run right here, right now and join us.

Tivelli is lost for words for a moment as Tempest approaches the ring, Tivelli eventually opens his mouth and bellows out.

CT: Step inside this ring, and look into my eyes. Only there will you find the answer.

Tempest reaches the ring and climbs in over the ropes, The Hobo and Enigma flank him on either side. Tempest walks cockily up to Tivelli and stands toe to toe, eye to eye with the WEW World Champion.

...

Tempest smiles as he looks into Tivelli's eyes...the WEW World Champion raises he mic to his lips.

CT: Heh...son of a bitch!

The crowd explode with cheers as Tivelli lands a right hand into the face of Tempest, the leader of the Master Plan goes flying back and clutches his right eye in agony. Tivelli laughs as The Hobo and Enigma charge at him...the WEW World Champion is sent crashing down under a flurry of punches from The Hobo and Enigma. Enigma grabs Tivelli by the hair, pulls his head up slightly and The Hobo comes running across with a sliding dropkick to the face of Tivelli.

Steve: The Master Plan are assaulting the WEW World Champion, this isn't right...someone needs to get down here right now and stop it.

...

Tempest has got to his feet, he places his MWF Xtreme Championship down on the mat before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stapler. He smiles as he fires a staple off from it to check it's working. The Hobo and Enigma have tied up Tivelli on the ropes, and The Hobo jabs a right hand at Tivelli's forehead...opening up a wound from Mind Games. Blood trickles down the face of the WEW World Champion.

Alex: They've spilt blood! They've spilt blood Steve!

Steve: That's not right, just not right. The MWF are drawing blood here, these crazy bastards need to be stopped before Tivelli is really hurt.

Briggs: It's 3 on 1, damnit!

Tempest pulls some dollar bills from his other pocket and approaches Tivelli, who is trapped in the ropes. Tempest laughs as he places a dollar bill in the centre of CT's chest. The crowd gasp as Tempest brings the stapler over it and staples the dollar bill into the chest of Tivelli! The crowd can't believe what they are seeing and shouts out for someone to stop The Master Plan. A big "WEW! WEW! WEW!" chant is started up as Tempest picks up his microphone.

Alex: They just stapled a dollar bill onto the chest of the WEW World Champion!

Tempest: You still don't get it, do you, Charleston? We're out here to prove a point.

...

Tempest: Quite frankly, WEW is a very cheap, poor imitation of the elite company in this business, the MWF. And this war, this isn't through. We don't want to hurt the WEW Champion, oh no, we want to destroy the whole company! And that's what the MWF is going to do.

Tempest drops the mic as The Hobo slides from the ring and picks up a steel chair from the outside...the crowd jeer as he throws it to Enigma in the ring. Enigma takes the chair and stands in front of Tivelli. The eyes of the WEW World Champion widen as Enigma pulls the chair back and with an almighty swing smashes it into the side of Tivelli's face! The chair crumples upon impact and the WEW World Champion appears to have been rendered unconscious. Tempest smiles and the smile suddenly drops from his face as the crowd roar...Tempest turns to the entrance way to see the WEW Prezident, and behind him, some of the WEW roster running to the ring.

Alex: Here come the cavalry!

Steve: They'd better get out of there before the WEW roster rips them to pieces.

Alex: They've stepped over a line that they will never, ever, be able to come back from.

Steve: This is war, the MWF has started a war and my God the WEW are going to give it back to them!

Harlum runs down the entrance ramp, behind they follow...Rob Burns, Coldfire, M-Unit, Lee Watson, Rob Arson, Jeff X...their past allegiances forgotten as they spring towards the ring. Tempest gives a signal to The Hobo and Enigma, the three men dive from the ring and scrambles over the guardrail and run off into the crowd as the WEW legion hits the ring.

...

Harlum reaches the ring and he looks at the bloodied sight of his WEW World Champion and he starts to scream challenges at the retreating Master Plan. The camera begins to fade on the show as it focuses on the bloodied body of Tivelli, a dollar bill stapled to his chest.

Briggs: This means war, the WEW will not sleep, they will not rest, until The Master Plan have been brought to justice.

Alex: Revenge, that is what shall be had, and I hope you're listening MWF because we're damn well going to get Revenge!

Steve: Harlum's one mad man and he does not, look happy.

Alex: You know what? I think the MWF have a show next Monday in California, so I'm challenging any WEW wrestlers to get revenge for what's happened tonight.}}}]

JP: Shall we get to the match?

Father John Ramsey

versus

"The Mystery Man" Chris Michaels

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Writer: Ed Walker

JP: Here we go then, two very good technical wrestlers about to face off against each other.

Sully: Father John Ramsey will be looking to inflict some domination on this match, that's for sure.

[Peter Santos makes his way into the centre of the ring, for the first time in the new year. He stands, looking around at the crowd before bellowing at them.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 163 lbs., Father John Ramsey!

[The crowd leap to their feet and cheer as the sound of hymns fill the arena in Los Angeles, California. A few signs are waved, the camera focuses on one which reads "Our Saviour Has Come" before cutting to the entrance way where Father John Ramsey stands with yellow light filtering through behind him. He is dressed in his Priest attire and he walks down the entrance ramp, blessing those who reach out to touch him. He smiles and shakes hands.]

JP: He's the runner-up in the MWF's Future Star Award and I'm not surprised after he finished 2004 with quite a run.

Sully: He's got to give it one hundred percent.

[Father John Ramsey reaches the ring and he climbs the steps and enters by ducking through the middle rope. He slips the Priest's robe from his shoulders and folds it neatly, placing it under a turnbuckle. He shakes hands with Chad Pattison as Peter Santos prepares to make the second introduction.]

Peter Santos: And the opponent, weighing in at 237 lbs., currently residing in County Clare, Ireland, "The Mystery Man" Chris Michaels!

[A slight jeer comes from the crowd, as not much reaction is heard to the sound of "End of Everything" by Stereomud hitting the PA system. The fans watch, as Chris Michaels comes out onto the entrance way and looks around at the slightly dulled crowd. Father John Ramsey watches his opponent from the ring where he has a slight smile on his face at the lack of reaction Michaels is receiving.]

JP: It's like a dead duck, the fans just don't care about Michaels. He's just sapping money from the MWF and the fans know it.

Sully: You can't be suggesting...

[Michaels runs down the entrance ramp, ignoring the fans who are fixed on Father John Ramsey. The priest flexes his muscles and prepares to meet Michaels in the ring. Chris Michaels slides under the bottom rope and walks straight up to Father John Ramsey....the two men go toe to toe...except Michaels is quite a bit taller and he looks down at the smaller man. Ramsey is not put off by this height disadvantage and he holds his ground. The crowd jeer as Michaels shoves Father John Ramsey in the chest and the priest falls backwards, landing flat on his back. Chris Michaels turns away and laughs at his bullying tactic, he trash talks at the nearby crowd and they start to come alive.]

JP: Michaels showing no respect at all for a man of the cloth!

Sully: Whoah!

[Chris Michaels turns round, expecting to see Ramsey still on the floor. But Father John Ramsey is on his feet and he runs at Chris Michaels, "The Mystery Man" is sent flying back as Ramsey dropkicks him clean in the chin. Ramsey bounces up to his feet and runs at the ropes, he comes back and a leg drop slams onto the neck of the fallen Chris Michaels. The former WEW great is in trouble as Ramsey grabs Michaels head and locks in a sleeper hold. The crowd roar as Ramsey locks his legs around the body of Michaels, and his arms around the neck of Michaels.]

JP: Ramsey's going for the early victory and Michaels is struggling already.

Sully: I want to go back to what...

[Michaels attempts to fight this strange hold that Father John Ramsey has locked in. The crowd are urging on Michaels to tap, Chad Pattison looks concerned as he drops to his knees and takes a closer look. Ramsey has locked in the hold so tight that the face of Michaels is bright red with exertion as he attempts to break free, his arms falling just short of the ropes. Ramsey looks at the ropes and the crowd roar as he rolls the hold over and rolls Michaels into the centre of the ring with the hold still locked in!]

JP: That was fantastic ring awareness right there Sully...

JP: I'm sure he will, don't forget Gutter Rat, but why would he want to come and help a former WEW wrestler?

[Michaels is losing his fight as Ramsey keeps the hold locked in and booms loudly for Michaels to surrender, the hand of Michaels is on the mat and the crowd and referee respond as Michaels frantically taps the mat. The crowd roar as Ramsey releases the hold straight away and Chad Pattison signals to the time keeper for the end of the match. Father John Ramsey grabs his priest's robe and starts to put it back on as Chad Pattison raises his hand in victory.]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through submission, Father John Ramsey!

[Chris Michaels is holding his neck on the mat as he looks up at Father John Ramsey. The priest leans down and makes the sign of the cross and places his hand down onto the head of Michaels and mutters something. Chris Michaels looks disgusted at whatever Ramsey said but he is so exhausted he can't stand. Ramsey leaves the ring and as he walks up the entrance ramp, the MaxiTron flickers into vision and the camera zooms in on it.]

JP: What's all this about?

Sully: That's been having a few problems as of late.

[The scene is in the office, Walker sits on one side of the desk. He reads over a piece of paper as Gino Battisti, taps his fingers on the side of a chair. Battisti raises his eyes and speaks to the MWF CEO.]

Battisti: How long do you think he'll take?

Walker: A tough question. There is no doubt he has experience, I've put in the contract that we reserve an option to recall him from MSW at any point.

Battisti: Is that really necessary? I would like more time to work with him to try and sort his problems out.

Walker: I need every man available for when the time comes.

Battisti: Ah yes, the WEW war.

Walker: I hope you understand, Gino, we are running out of bodies to throw in their firing line.

Battisti: It doesn't look too good at the moment, especially with The Grudge ready to jump ship.

[Walker sighs and pushes the pen and paper in the MSW General Manager's direction.]

Walker: Have a read, and then sign, he's all yours.

Battisti: Thanks.

[Battisti skims the text, then places the paper down and puts his signature in the right box. He smiles as he passes a copy of the paper and the pen back to Walker.]

Walker: So, the future of Chris Michaels is decided.

Battisti: I'll be seeing him soon.

Walker: Excellent.

[Battisti and Walker stand, Battisti extends a hand and the two men shake hands. Battisti smiles and walks from the office as the camera returns to the arena.]

JP: Chris Michaels, as I predicted, is finished for the moment in the MWF.

JP: He must be distraught.

[The camera focuses on the face of Chris Michaels, he looks horrified at what he's just seen as he attempts to climb to his feet. The scene starts to fade.]

JP: We're going to take a short break, but we'll be right back.

Sully: Prepare yourselves and remember the main event, the MWF World Heavyweight Championship will be decided!

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