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"Troy Boy" Troy Knight

MWF World Championship Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

Writer: Dom Stoate

[Anarkist, handing his championship gold over to the referee as both men stand, face to face in the ring, keeps his eyes fixed firmly on his challenger, who has come such a long way in recent weeks. The fans chant Troy's name more than Anarkist, and the look of determination on his face suggests nothing other than complete commitment to his cause� But Anarkist, his jaw set in nothing short of nerve-wracking anticipation. Anarkist leans over, hands on his thighs as he glares at Troy.]

JP: Troy Knight has had a particularly rough recent weeks. He recently-completely accidentally- knocked down his son Bobby Knight, who has since been in�well�intensive care..

Sully: It was his own fault, though�

JP: It was nobody's fault. It was a freak accident that no one was responsible for�

[Troy paces about a bit, psyching himself up in the same manner he has before each match recently. He pauses to stand and look towards his opponent, one hand gripping onto the top rope. Anarkist remains in the same spot, leaned down. The referee barks orders at them before signalling towards the ring announcer to ring the bell. The bell rings. The competitors do not rush into things. They pace about a little bit, Troy looking lighter but, as well, dainty. Eventually, they lunge at each other. Anarkist, being the bigger man in stature, uses the height and weight advantage to force Troy down onto his knees before pulling his hands away sharply and lashing out with a swift kick that finds Troy's chest. Troy cries out but goes to stand up quickly. Anarkist goes to take advantage of the early blow and grabs Troy by the head. He pulls him up before turning and flinging him across the ring by his hair. The fans sound stunned as he lands on his nose hard.]

JP: Ouch! Did you see the &endash;strength- of Anarkist then?!

Sully: I saw it, but I think Troy did more than that� He damn well felt it, JP!

[Troy is not as quick to his feet this time. He holds his face, kneeling up, but only with the aid of the second rope. Anarkist, body heaving with intense breathing, approaches Troy again and grabs him by the arms, dragging him up. Troy yells out as his arm is ruthlessly twisted. And then again, before an elbow is thundered down onto his shoulder blade, causing him to hit the canvas hard like he did not too long ago�]

JP: Well, what a main event this looks to be, on the 75th televising of Dynamite. We are packed out in the arena, and, I am going to hazard a guess that most are here to see this match right here.

Sully: The MWF World Championship. It doesn't get any bigger than this.

JP: Troy Knight who is, without a doubt, the fan favourite here tonight, challenging for the title, but the match seems firmly in the hold of the Champion right now�

Sully: Troy hasn't faced anyone like Anarkist in the run-up to this match, JP. I bet my bottom dollar that he had one hell of a shock feeling that kick from Anarkist and noticing that it wasn't the sort given to him by someone like Scotty Heart.

[Troy struggles to his feet, Anarkist standing over him as he does.]

JP: Troy Knight is not an unintelligent wrestler. He does his fair share of homework. He knows what it takes to be Champion, and he is being put to the test here tonight.

[A huge shot across the face from Anarkist, knocking Troy well and truly off balance, leaving him leaning against the ropes. Already, his nose is busted open, blood leaking freely from a nostril. He does not look tired, however. He looks angry. Chest heaving in and out with breath, he'd straighten up, just in time to duck beneath a flying punch from the Champion. As he ducks, the fans hum with excitement. But it is when he turns and lands a huge fist of his own that the fans really start getting into it. Anarkist reels and has to rely on the ropes to stop him falling, and it is this that gives Troy an opportunity to turn, run onto the ropes behind him, and dart forwards.]

JP: Troy Knight, catching his opponent off balance and- OH! A huge, huge big boot from the champion!

[We see Troy on his back in the middle of the ring, holding onto his face as Anarkist, visibly quicker in his actions, leans down and drags him up to his feet again.]

JP: Trying to take advantage of the stumbling champion, Troy Knight gets nothing but a face fulla boot.

Sully: That's what you get. He was trying to be too smart.

JP: Well, I don't know what you can say to back that up, but he certainly didn't give Anarkist much credit, there.

Sully: Even Troy should know that it would take more than a kick to the gut to keep that big man out of the race.

[Troy, who looks terribly affected by the boot to the face, is hauled to his feet by Anarkist. Anarkist picks him up and, aiming his shoulders at his midsection, shoves him towards the turnbuckle. Troy hits the corner hard as Anarkist shoves him, and again, as Anarkist follows up with another lunge. Troy crumples into the corner as Anarkist turns around and, arms raised, gestures rudely at the fans, who start to scream something damning about the Champion.]

JP: The favourite of the people is�well�to me, he doesn't look as if he can get much on the champion�

Sully: Of course he can't� He is about half his size. Half his strength�

JP: Yeah, but let's not forget that he has something that nobody else has� He has such a unique attitude towards wrestling.

Sully: Yeah�heh�'unique'�

JP: I don't mean like that. His tenacity and his spunk.. It is unlike anything in the wrestling business.

Sully: You make me sick�

JP: Oh, grow up.

[Troy staggers forwards and Anarkist turns, hitting him with a huge clothesline that knocks him back onto his shoulders. Anarkist, rather lazily, lays over him for the cover. 1�2�Troy manages to get the shoulder up, much to the delight and relief of the audience. Anarkist, kneeling up, would give the referee a good hard glare before standing again, dragging his challenger up with him. He takes his time to look at Troy before hitting him hard in the stomach with a lashed-out boot. Troy doubles up and Anarkist leans back against the ropes behind him, lifting his leg as he darts forwards in an attempt to land a second big boot. No such luck. Troy, who made out to be groggy, ducks beneath the boot and, with the help of his hands pushing on Anarkist's leg, manages to hang the Champion up on the top rope. Anarkist cries out, legs either side of the rope as he bobs up and down. Troy leans into the ropes for support before going to take advantage again, running forwards and leaping forwards, kicking Anarkist in the back of the head! Anarkist rolls over the ropes and out of the ring, Troy falling back into the ring.]

JP: Man! What a shot from Troy! Troy beginning to, very gradually, find his feet in this match!

Sully: He managed to take advantage that time!

JP: And it looked worth the wait. Anarkist is hurt, Sully.

[Anarkist holds his head as he lays on the outside of the ring, and Troy, who has started to stand, makes an effort to capitalise. He staggers a bit before moving towards the outside, sliding beneath the bottom rope. Anarkist is just finding his feet as Troy reaches him. Troy does not kid himself into thinking that he can capitalise in the way that Anarkist has been, so settles for strikes. He pulls back a foot before slamming it into the ribs of Anarkist. The Champion cries out in pain, rolling onto his back. This encourages Troy to slam a boot into the stomach area of him.]

JP: You can really notice the differences in offence. Troy is using strikes to capitalise on his fallen opponent, whereas Anarkist relies on a more heavy and weighty offence that not only takes a toll on Troy, but also Anarkist. Troy's method of capitalisation involves an easy, but effective array of kicks and strikes.

Sully: But you can't tell me that they're having the same effect. You can't tell me that those kicks are having the same effect as a pile driver or power bomb from Anarkist.

JP: The bigger they are the harder they fall.

Sully: But the smaller they are, the weaker their offence..

JP: I don't know how you can say that�

[Troy lands another firm kick to the midsection of his opponent before grabbing him by the head.]

JP: Troy Knight has proved week in and week out his worth in the ring against a variety of opponents. He has beaten all sorts, and it is clearly obvious that it really doesn't matter what size you are.

[Troy drags Anarkist up before, with all of his might and accompanied by a slight war cry, hauling him at the fan barrier. Anarkist hits it hard and, with a glance towards the ring, Troy takes the ring count into account. He turns back towards the Champion and nails him with a kick to the chest, which is reminiscent of the one given by Anarkist to Troy at the start of the match. The audience howl in reaction as the kick blasts hard against his chest. Troy ushers Anarkist to his feet, grabbing his chin and hauling him up roughly before flinging him towards the ring. He slaps him on the back and pushes him into the ring before sliding in himself and going for the cover. 1�2.-Anarkist powers out.]

JP: Troy Knight, a little ambitious there with the cover.

Sully: A little?

[Troy kneels up before standing, still getting to his feet before his opponent does, and having the chance to head towards the second rope. He climbs up and stands on it, facing his opponent as he finds his feet before leaping off and, with much appreciation from the audience, hitting a huge drop kick to the chest of the champion! The fans roar in support of Troy as he goes for the cover. 1�2�Anarkist, again, powers out. Troy, kneeling up again, holds his head in disbelief before, knowingly, pulling himself up to his feet before Anarkist can recover. He waits until Anarkist kneels up before, with a bounce off the ropes, going for some kind of Shining Wizard. Anarkist displays remarkable speed and strength, however, as he pulls himself up into a standing position quickly and, grabbing the legs of Troy, hits a huge a spine buster that lands Troy hard on his back, arms outstretched. Anarkist, wearily, goes for the cover, leg hooked. 1�2�Troy manages to get the shoulder up.]

JP: Well, you gotta believe that it is going to take a whole lot more than that to take this man down. To take either man down, really.

Sully: You gotta give Troy his due, he certainly is resilient.

JP: It's what makes him such a good all-round wrestler.

[Anarkist, standing up again, waits for Troy to gradually get himself up before darting forwards again. He, however, horribly mistimes the movement and stumbles, giving Troy a chance to hit the deck and land a drop toe hold, that results in Anarkist slumping forwards and hitting his throat right on the top rope. The fans sound shocked at the impact, but Troy does not pause to think about it. As if it was all planned, he'd stand up, immediately heading for the turnbuckle.]

JP: What's this?

[He'd begin to heave himself up to the top, Anarkist still hung up on the ropes, head and shoulders over the ropes. Troy, turning to face him, and struggling to keep his balance as Anarkist (who is apparently unaware of Troy's position) bobs up and down on the ropes, disturbing Troy's balance in the corner. With a real noise from the audience, he leaps off, landing a huge Rump Thump to Anarkist's head, which remains hung over the edge of the ring! Anarkist sinks deeper into the rope before he is sprung backwards by the rebound collected by the force on the top rope. He is flung backwards and lands hard on the back of his head and shoulders, rolling onto his front. Troy's fate looks decidedly worse, however, as he lands on his opponent's head and has no control of himself as the rest of his body slumps to the side, and he lands directly on his head on the outside of the ring.]

JP: Oh my God! Oh my God! Did you &endash;see- that?!

Sully: He landed right on his head! JP! I think Troy came out of that worse than Anarkist!

[The fans sound shocked not as Anarkist is hit, but more as Troy hits the outside. He remains laid on the outside, a ring official looking uncertain whether or not it was a good idea to come to his aid, hesitant in the corner of the screen, many of the fans leaning over the barrier to check up on their favourite wrestler.]

JP: This match could be over! It could be over for Troy! Hell, his career could well be over!

Sully: And the ring count is still being counted!

JP: Charles Galliant just doing his job, but you gotta believe, in doing so, he could put an end to Troy's title hopes. At least for now!

[Troy stirs just a little bit, as does Anarkist. Troy, who was still leaking blood from the nose, holds his head with one hand, and plants the other on the ring apron to steady himself as the ring count reaches '3'. Anarkist rolls onto his back, sucking in deep breaths, able to afford the break. Troy is desperate to get back into the ring. He is absolutely desperate to get back into the ring and win the title, although the impact with the floor has obviously done him some harm, as he grips his neck, half-sliding into the ring, crying out as he does, which suggests that this alone is a great effort.]

JP: Troy Knight, struggling just to get into the ring.

[Anarkist, holding onto his neck, doesn't look quite as bad as Troy at his point, although he doesn't look able to win it. Troy does not settle for merely getting into the ring after the meeting with the floor, he scrambles tiredly across the ring and drapes an arm over for the cover. 1�.2�.Anarkist gets the shoulder up just about�]

JP: Anarkist, in the nick of time, managing to kick out still�

[Troy's body is very stiff as he struggles to roll over onto his back even, taking in deep and ragged breaths.]

JP: I�In my heart, I don't�no�No, I don't honestly think that even Troy can�I don't think he is able to get out of the arena with the title this time, I�

[He cries out loudly, holding onto his neck. Just laying there causing him pain apparently.]

Sully: This looks bad, JP.

[Anarkist begins to show signs of making it to his feet, using the ropes for support as he picks himself up slowly. Troy, on the other hand, is much slower. He knows that he must make it to his feet, but he is much slower in doing so. And, by the time that he has propped himself up with his knees, Anarkist has reaches his feet. Remorselessly, Anarkist staggers towards his opponent and, purposefully, by the neck, drags him up. The fans make such a noise, jeering and booing the man as he rams Troy's head between his legs, as if setting him up for the power bomb. He'd pause�]

JP: Oh no! This�this is sick�

Sully: This isn't a nice thing to do, JP�

JP: It isn't nice at all. Troy could already be a dead man. He's just�he's just making sure he keeps his title.

[After hoisting Troy up, he'd slam him down hard on his back before dropping onto his knees and hooking the leg for the cover.1�]

JP: It's all over. A brave effort.

[2�The fans jeer, defeated...Troy shoulders out of the pin! The fans roar in shock and delight as Troy powers out of the pin. Anarkist can not believe it, hands either side of his head, teeth bared in anguish as he kneels up.]

Sully: Oh my god!

JP: He kicked out! Troy kicked out! There's life in him yet! There's life in the potential world champion yet!

Sully: But still, has he got anything left to bring the current champion down? Has he got enough?

[Troy rolls onto his side, holding onto his head as he groans, looking out of it. Well and truly shocked by his escape from the pin. Anarkist hammers his fists into the canvas before pulling himself up and grabbing onto Troy again. He'd nail him in the gut before dragging him towards him. Setting him up before hitting him again, with a more rushed power bomb! The fans boo and jeer as Anarkist puts Troy's career and life on the line. He goes for the cover once more. 1�.2�.Troy, again, gets the shoulder up!]

JP: I can not believe the resilience. I can not believe how Troy keeps kicking out after all of these power bombs! It�it's astounding, Sully.

Sully: Even I have to say that I am amazed, JP. It's really amazing. I can't believe he is even conscious!

[Anarkist picks himself up and, growling furiously and kicking at air, he'd turn around, facing Troy again. Staggering towards him, he'd grab him, once again by the hair. Troy wouldn't look so much like a limp rag doll at this point, but would appear to be a little bit more physically independent. As he is picked up, he is the first one to strike. With a sudden burst of energy, he'd bend his knees before leaping up and hitting a huge dropkick to the jaw of Anarkist that sends the champion staggering into the ropes. The fans cheer as Anarkist comes off the ropes and walks straight into a huge back drop. Troy staggers forwards, falling onto his knees as Anarkist lays out in the middle of the ring.]

JP: What a match! What a match for the 75th Dynamite! Troy Knight putting everything and a hell of a lot more into this match! He looks like he could well win it, too!

[Anarkist writhes on the canvas, holding onto his back as both men struggle to get to their feet. Troy looks to be the first to stand, and, with the assistance of the ropes, he manages it. As Anarkist stands, Troy rushes forwards, possibly badly damaged head lowered as he nails Anarkist in the midsection, pushing him into the turnbuckle with a sudden surge of energy. He allows Anarkist to stumble forwards, straight into the Heaven Sent! The boot of Troy Knight smashing clean into the jaw of the MWF World Heavyweight Champion and Anarkist goes down hard on the back of his shoulders.]

JP: My God! What a shot! What a shot! GOORD LORD WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!

Sully: No! No! No!

[Troy drops onto his knees and goes for the cover.. 1�.2�.3!!! The fans all rise up onto their feet, bodies creating a sea of motion as Troy is helped to his feet by the referee. He looks about in disbelief as the title is thrust into his hands rather roughly by the referee. JP, his voice strained, screams on:]

JP: Troy Knight! Troy Knight has done it! He has done it! He has beaten Anarkist and he ahs won the match! He is the new World Champion of the MWF!

Sully: I�I can't believe it! He won it with the Heaven Sent!

JP: And what a way to win it! It just goes to show that it really doesn't matter about size when you have something else to make up for it! Troy had something, and it pulled him all the way to victory!

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, and new Maximum Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Champion, Troy Knight!

[The fans explode at Peter Santos' announcement and Troy manages to find his feet more and his grip on the title belt becomes more independent.]

JP: And- Oh!

The camera turns to show Bobby Knight being wheeled down the ramp by a nurse who, apparently, is from the hospital in which Bobby Knight was located after his nasty encounter with his airborne father. Troy looks towards the ramp and his face lights up passionately. He, with title belt in hand, slides wearily beneath the bottom rope and staggers towards his son, who he embraces tightly, leaning Bobby out of the chair just enough to get his arms around.

JP: What a scene! What a wonderful scene! Troy Knight, after months and months of hard toil, is finally the MWF World Heavyweight Champion!

Sully: I never thought I'd see the day!

JP: It took along time in coming, and at times, it didn't look as if it was ever going to come, but finally, Troy Knight has won the World Title! And he has proved to everyone that he is well worth his air time!

Sully: What a match!

JP: Either man could have won it, but Troy Knight, who looked to have suffered a massive neck injury, and who still might never wrestle again as a result of it, grabbed the win, an inspiration to everyone, particularly those facing adversity!

[The scene ends on Bobby Knight, beaming happily and tearfully over his father's shoulder as they share a victorious embrace, the World title held to the side of Troy as his attention remains on the conscious Bobby, showing where his priority, and his love, lies tonight�]

Sully: It's been a rollercoaster ride, the seventy-fifth Dynamite and the quality has not dropped at all.

JP: We're going to take a commercial break now, please stay with us!

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