JP: Folks, it's time for the main event of the first MWF Dynamite show for over a year.

Sully: The Grudge and Bad Blood go head to head in a First Blood match!

["Tool" by The Grudge hits the stereo system and the crowd cheer for the former UwF World Champion. He marches to the ring and slides under the ropes, only to exit through the other side.]

Sully: What's he doing?

[He throws back the ring apron and squats under the ring.]

JP: I think he's looking for a weapon�

[Suddenly a large snapping noise comes from under the ring and Grudge slithers from under the ring in pain. A second later, Bad Blood climbs from under the ring with a steel chair. The crowd boos.]

JP: The Grudge could be busted wide open before the match even starts!

[The referee signals for the bell, as he vacates the ring and grabs Bad Blood.]

Referee: Get in the ring! Get in the ring!

[Bad Blood pushes the referee away and cracks the chair over Grudge's back. He slides into the ring, and holds the steel chair high. The small audience jeer and hurl abuse at the man with the advantage. The referee helps Grudge up, and both men enter the ring. The Innovator of Extreme is on his knees, holding his spine. Bad Blood is about to bring the chair down over his face, when Grudge rolls out of the way, kicks BB in the gut, and hits a DDT which barely misses the chair.]

Sully: If the chair had connected with Bad Blood's head, Grudge would be the winner already.

[Grudge stands and viciously stomps the left leg of BB. He drags the opponent to the ropes, places his stomped leg on the middle rope, and begins to elbow drop it repeatedly.]

JP: Good thinking by Grudge. With only one leg, Bad Blood's chances of winning are cut dramatically. 

[Grudge steps back and takes a breather. Bad Blood tries to stand, but can't. He picks himself up with the aid of the ropes, and hops to the corner. Grudge charges and hits a dropkick, which catapults BB to the outside. In front of the announcer's table, Bad Blood pulls himself to one foot, and looks up. Grudge bounces against the far away ropes, and speeds across the ring.]

JP: No�

[He throws himself over the ropes, but Bad Blood drops, and The Grudge goes straight through the table. Shards of wood spray everywhere, as Bad Blood crawls into the ring. Grudge holds himself in agony.]

Sully: I can't believe what just happened! That wasn't a damn move, it was a suicide mission! And where the hell did our table just go?!

JP: Fortunately for Grudge, that wasn't the kind of move that makes you bleed.

Sully: He may have to forfeit after that, though.

[BB shakes his leg, and limps to a turnbuckle. He unwraps the padding and throws it into the crowd. The steel buckle is now fully visible. Grudge is stirring outside the ring. BB moves to the outside and pulls the competition to his feet. Grudge regains his senses and hits BB with two chops to the chest and a fist to the jaw. Both men advance into the ring. Bad Blood takes a stiff forearm across Grudge's face and whips him into the naked turnbuckle. His sternum takes the brunt of the punishment, as he steps backwards holding his chest. BB knocks Grudge to the floor with a leg sweep, and then grabs the steel chair.]

JP: Oh no�what's gonna happen this time�?

[Bad Blood places the chair on Grudge's front, and then ascends to the top rope. Without hesitation, he jumps in the air and comes down with a leg drop, but Grudge rolls and BB lands on the chair.]

Sully: Ouch!

[Grudge picks up Bad Blood and the chair. He takes a step backwards and throws the chair straight at Bad Blood's face.]

JP: Oh my God!

[The chair recoils from Bad Blood's head and he shoots backwards. He spins around slowly, as blood trickles from his forehead. The bell rings.]

Sully: There's our winner! The Grudge!

Peter Santos: And your winner of this First...Blood...Match, The Grudge!

[For good measure, The Grudge kicks Bad Blood in the gut and hits a Double Arm DDT to the mat.]

JP: GRUDGE EFFECT!

Sully: What a move, Bad Blood has been destroyed by The Grudge.

[The crowd erupt in jeers as Mr.Portway, Bad Blood's manager runs down towards the ring with a first aid kit, The Grudge laughs as Mr.Portway addles into the ring with a big grin on his face.]

JP: No Mr.Portway don't go in there!

[The Grudge stops laughing as Mr.Portway slams the first aid kit (made out of steel) straight over Grudge's head, spilling hundreds of thumbtacks all over the ring!]

Sully: Thumbacks!

JP: No! No! No!

[The Grudge falls to the mat, Mr.Portway smiles and goes to help Bad Blood who is clutching his head in amazement at having lost the match.]

Sully: Mr.Portway just KO'd Grudge with that first aid kit, it certainly doesn't improve your health!

[The crowd erupt as "Comeback" by Foo Fighters hits the PA system and Prez Ed comes walking quickly out from the entrance way with a mike in his hand.]

JP: Here comes trouble for Mr.Portway....

[Ed holds the mike to his lips, he seems to be quivering with rage.]

Ed: PORTWAY! Did I ask you to make yourself present in my company? No I don't think I did, you came to me offering your services as a commissioner...why did I say no? Because you couldn't commission your own name let alone the MWF!

[The crowd erupt in cheers, Mr.Portway shakes his first at Ed from the safety of the ring.]

Ed: And now you manage one of the most talentless wrestlers in this company [crowd cheer] and destroy one of our best talents! And for that you are going to pay....big time!

[Ed walks down towards the ring, a menacing look on his face, Mr.Portway raises his hand to Ed to say 'bring it on', Ed slides into the ring and minding the thumbtacks he walks towards Mr.Portway, they stand face to face, Mr.Portway goes to strike Ed but Ed ducks and hits Mr.Portway in the mid-section, Ed then kicks Mr.Portway in the leg, Mr.Portway buckles and Ed brings his knee hard into the mouth of Mr.Portway, he laughs and brings his knee back again this time against Mr.Portways nose. Mr.Portway's nose explodes with blood everywhere.]

Sully: My God! President Ed just destroyed Mr.Portway's nose.

JP: He's going to need a nose job after this!

[Prez Ed raises his arms to the crowd, he grabs Mr.Portway in a headlock and takes him over to the thumbtacks, the crowd roar as Ed DDT's Mr.Portway into the thumbtacks, Mr.Portway screams in pain as the thumbtacks stick right into his body. Bad Blood is on his feet, he runs at Prez Ed but The Grudge comes back to his feet and hits a low blow on Bad Blood who doubles up in pain, The Grudge whips Bad Blood into the ropes and as he comes back he backdrops him onto the body of Mr.Portway.]

Sully: Grudge just decimated Bad Blood and his manager Mr.Portway!

JP: Look at Ed, he's livid with Portway.

[Ed is standing over Mr.Portway shouting at him, the crowd suddenly erupt in jeers as GM Fozz appears in the entrance way, Ed lifts his head from the body of Mr.Portway and turns towards the entrance way, he look of hate in his eyes intensifies as he sees GM Fozz standing there in a brand new Armani suit, Fozz flexes his wrist to show a sparkling gold watch.]

Sully: Dynamite is really about to kick off in a moment.

JP: I think you might be right Sully.

[Fozzy doesn't say anything, he just stares down at the ring at the blood that is flowing and the MWF President who stands in the middle of the chaos, Prez Ed returns the gaze, not blinking, just staring straight into the eyes of his General Manager.]

Sully: Someone say something!

[The tension is unbearable as Fozzy slowly takes the mike, and takes on step forward, his gaze not broken from that of Ed's, the crowd are waiting with baited breath.]

Fozzy: You call yourself a respectable man...but what you just did was pittiful and the sign of a desperate man, you know as well as I do....you know that this is not taking wrestling to the Maximum peak, you've just dragged this company down by ressurecting a grudge that you cannot bear.

[Ed's lips are quivering with anger, The Grudge stares at Ed with a strange look on his face, Ed's face has turned a deeper shade of red than usual and he is almost spitting with rage as he calls for a mike. The camera switches between himself and Fozz as Peter Santos passes a mike into the ring, The Grudge backs away as Prez Ed steps forward and leans on the ring ropes, they sag slightly under his weight.]

Ed: Try as I might to explain what I just did right now, then I don't think I could find the words to express the anger that flows through my body at this moment.

Fozzy: Why attack an innoncent man?

Ed: Innoncent! Innoncent! That man is far from innoncent, he has no place in my company...

Fozzy: Our company, Ed I think you are letting all this power go to your head again, come on let us face it that is why someone decided to take you out last time around.

Ed: Fozzy, what are you trying to imply?

Fozzy: It's obvious, you must be blind not to see it, someone just wasn't happy with the way you ran things.

Ed: Who wasn't?

[Everyone's eyes are on Fozzy as he stays silent, his lips closed, his eyes burning brightly under the spotlight, he breaks into a small smile.]

Ed: Who shot me? You know don't you?

Fozzy: Me....Ed...if I knew I would tell you.

Ed: Tell me...please....

[Suddenly all the rage seems to leave the President, he slumps slightly and a look of despair crosses his eyes, he gains several years in age as he says with a tear in his eyes.]

Ed: Please Fozz tell me....who was it...I can't take it much longer, I sit everyday and I think back to what happens I don't know which face in that crowd it was, which man or woman it was who stuck a bullet in my side, I never wanted to die and I almost did and I never want to go through any of that again, please Fozz for the sake of the MWF tell me please...

Fozzy: I don't know who shot you...I swear...on the foundations of this company I do not know who shot you at 'The End'.

[Fozzy drops the mike, gives one final small smile and slowly walks off backstage, Ed stands in the ring just muttering to himself.]

Ed: He knows....He knows....

[The MWF slowly fades out as the crowd in shock at the intensity of the last segment, Ed still stands there staring at the entrance way, The Grudge offers him some help from the ring but Ed refuses, the camera fades with only last look at the tormented face of Prez Ed.]

Dynamite is a registered MWF show, all results are final and will not be changed after publication, the MWF is the Maximum Wrestling Federation, copywright owned by Edward Walker. Matches by Ed, Fozz and Sam.