versus

Joe Foale and Wildfire

versus

Rick "Acid" Jones and "The Headliner" Hart Evans w/ Amanda

Non-Title Tornado Tag Team Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

JP: What a night this going to be, it's going to be an incredible night as six of the best the MWF has to offer get in the ring together!

Sully: Ohhhhh yeah!

JP: This is what wrestling is all about, the coming together of some of the greatest wrestlers in the federation to battle against each other.

Sully: It's Anarkist and Sam King, agains Joe Foale, Wildfire and The MWF Tag Team Champions, the "Connection" of Hart Evans and Rick Jones.

JP: Let's just hope that Sam King can make a connection with Anarkist tonight, or the fans will not be happy.

Sully: I think King's connection with The Jeopardizer is looking a little shakey at the moment, if I was Sam King I'd be trying to make sure I didn't lose my friend and tag team partner.

Peter Santos: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is a tornado tag team contest, the first team tonight, weighing in at a combined weight at 353 lbs., Anarkist and the former MWF Xtreme and Tag Team Champion, "The King" Sam King!

[The crowd roar as 'Papercut' by Linkin Park hits the PA system and Sam King sprints out from behind the entrance curtain, the taller figure of Anarkist walks slowly behind.]

JP: I hope that these two can put something together tonight and gain some momentum as we head towards MAYhem.

Sully: MAYhem is now just under two weeks away, what an amazing night that will be, as I reckon Anarkist is going to take on Joe Foale for the MWF World Title.

JP: The most prestigious prize in the MWF will be bestowed upon a member of this roster at MAYhem, and many are now looking at Joe Foale as a serious contender.

Peter Santos: And the second team, weighing in at a combined weight of 413 lbs., Joe Foale and the MWF TV Champion, Wildfire!

['Freak On A Leash' by KoRn hits the PA system and the crowd jeer like mad as Joe Foale walks out cockily onto the entrance ramp, he flexes his muscles and turns his back on the crowd and appluads the MWF TV Champion, as Wildfire walks out onto the entrance ramp. The chest and back of Wildfire are covered in red scars from the events of two weeks ago in the Japanese Death Match, he grins at Joe Foale and raises his belt to the crowd who respond with a flood of jeers.]

Sully: Sam King is going to want to try and take some revenge on Wildfire tonight...

JP: I hope he gets it, they put each other through hell in that match.

Sully: There must be an inch of respect between the two men though, after such a hellacious battle they should respect the fact that neither budged until those final seconds.

JP: I think Wildfire needed a holiday after that match!

Sully: He looks confident with Foale at his side, perhaps some of that experience Wildfire has will rub off on young Joe.

JP: I hope so! It's about time that Joe Foale started acting his age.

Sully: He's only a kid JP, don't be too harsh on him.

Peter Santos: And the final team, representing the "Canadian Connection", they are the MWF Tag Team Champions and weigh in at a combined weight of 455 lbs., accompanied by Amanda, Rick "Acid" Jones and "The Headliner" Hart Evans!

["Wherever I May Roam" by AC/DC powers through the PA system and the crowd come alive to stand and disrespect the two Canadian's as they make their way into the Iowa arena.]

Sully: Funny we're not that far from Canada, but this crowd hate these two men more than ever!

JP: Not suprised, they stole the MWF Tag Team Titles from The Jeopardizer and Sam King.

Sully: Stole!? They won that match fair and square, and it was Sam King who got pinned!

[Sam King is leaning on the ropes and shouting abuse at the MWF Tag Champions as they come up the ramp, Rick Jones points at Sam King and then gestures for him to take it outside the ring. Sam King leaps from the ring and runs up the entrance ramp, Anarkist shouts at King to comeback but King's eyes are wide with rage as he runs up the entrance ramp.]

JP: King's going to destroy the "Connection" right now!

Sully: I guess it's on!

[The bell sounds and all hell breaks loose! Joe Foale and Wildfire run at Anarkist, but the big man sees them coming and turns round and as the two smaller men look to jump then Anarkist hurls his body forward, a double clothesline connects with the chins of Wildfire and Foale and sends them thudding like corpses to the mat. Sam King grabs a steel chair as he runs towards the team of Evans and Jones....Rick Jones and Hart Evans pull off their tag team belts and swing them, King doesn't see them and crack! The skull of Sam King is once again reopened and blood pours from a wound on his forehead as the former Tag Team Champion is beaten with his former belt.]

JP: Oh no! Anarkist help your tag team partner!

Sully: The "Connection" is still alive and strong JP!

[Anarkist climbs out of the ring and strides up the entrance ramp, he looks on at his fellow Canadian's with a look of disgust. He grabs the chair of Sam King and raises it to the crowd, the "Connection" are beating o the downed Sam King, Evans has locked in a submission hold, a modified armbar by the looks of it. Anarkist smiles as with the crowd roaring at his back like the wind on the high seas he begins to run, Rick Jones here's the thud of feet and turns round, Anarkist brings the chair up and down with a chilling swiftness and Rick Jones collapses to the floor on the end of a huge chair shot.]

JP: Haha!

Sully: I think Rick Jones will sleep well tonight!

JP: Anarkist is doing the good and right thing, look at him go...he's taking it to his fellow countrymen.

[Anarkist grabs Hart Evans by the hair and "The Headliner" with a look of shock on his face is suddenly pulled up by his hair and his feet dangle clean off the floor as his eyes come level with those of Anarkist. Sam King is motionless on the floor, in the ring then Joe Foale and Wildfire are still down. Anarkist laughs in the face of Hart Evans and lifts him onto his shoulders, the big man roars the crowd as he executes the Broken Rule on Hart Evans, driving the Canadian hard onto the steel walkway. The impact is deafening and the arena winces in unison as Anarkist hooks the leg, referee Charles Galliant has followed Anarkist from the ring and prepares the count...Wildfire and Joe Foale are up in the ring and they charge from the ring....1....2...Joe Foale reaches the count first and throws himself onto Anarkist to break the count.]

Sully: That was close, I thought this match was going to be over far too quickly...

JP: Such a shame, Anarkist has done enough to single handedly win tonight.

Sully: He's done a few good moves....if it wasn't for his muppet of a tag team partner.

JP: Muppet! If anyone's a muppet then it's you Tim Sullivan!

[Foale drags Anarkist by the head off Hart Evans, Wildfire grabs the dented steel chair and then throws it aside, instead he climbs onto the guardrail, he balances himself...the crowd attempting to grab him but security keep them back. Joe Foale realises what Wildfire is wanting to do and he whips Anarkist towards the guardrail. Anarkist is sent running towards the guardrail, except he never reaches the guardrail....Wildfire leaps off and dropkicks the running Anarkist clean in the face. Anarkist drops straight onto his back and Wildfire covers...1...! Anarkist rolls the shoulder with suprising ease.]

Sully: If anyone can beat Anarkist then it has to be Joe Foale, he did it last week so he can do it again.

JP: Tactics are the key, you know Anarkist is a big man, so you go straight after his legs.

Sully: Let's see if Joe Foale listens to that...

JP: He obviously won't!

[Joe Foale begins to stamp furiously at the head of Anarkist, the big man covers his face with his arms. Rick Jones is back on his feet, Amanda, his wife, helping him up as he regains his sense, his nose is a mess of blood where Anarkist connected with the viscous chair shot. Jones grabs the guardrail and then heaves himself upright, he takes a look at the situation and then goes to where Sam King is laying, his face drenched in blood and Rick Jones covers...1...2! Wildfire isn't blind and runs over and breaks up the count.]

Sully: Thank God for Wildfire, we could of had those Canadian's winning another match, suppose its better than Sam King getting the win.

JP: What do you hold against Sam King?

Sully: The fact that he is over-rated, there are many men far better than him who can be in the Main Event at MAYhem.

JP: Who said King is going to be Main Event?

Sully: No doubt that damn Fozzy will give in to the crowd pressure and put him in.

JP: You don't know that.

[Wildfire grabs Rick Jones and looks to suplex him, but Jones is too fast and counters and hits an inverted DDT! Wildfire's head bounces off the concrete and Rick Jones quickly hooks the leg...1....2! Wildfire kicks out, Joe Foale has noticed and is waiting for Rick Jones as "Acid" stands up, a punch from Foale has little effect as Jones grabs the hand of Foale and with a wink he lifts Joe Foale up by his hand alone and throws him a few feet onto the concrete.]

Sully: Whoah! You have to give it to the Canadian's, sometimes they can be amazing.

JP: He just threw Joe Foale? What is the big deal with that?

Sully: Who the hell is going to win this match JP?

JP: I don't have a clue, first I thought it was going to be Anarkist and King, now it seems those damn Canadian's are getting on top.

[Wildfire cuts off Rick Jones from covering Joe Foale, and Wildfire and he brawl, the right hands flying as the two men battle back towards the ring, the crowd getting on Wildfire's side as he gets Jones in a headlock and leads him kicking and screaming down the entrance ramp. The MWF TV Champion rolls "Acid" into the ring and then slides in after him. We cut back to the entrance ramp where Hart Evans is on his feet, his back still painful from Anarkist's devestating move, he looks down on the fallen Sam King, he goes to cover then realises that Charles Galliant has followed Wildfire and Jones to the ring. Hart Evans picks up Sam King and throws him over the guardrail into the crowd, a lady in the front row in a white t-shirt finds it stained red as the head of Sam King flops onto her lap!]

Sully: I'd hate to try and remove that stain!

JP: Blood is very hard to get out...or so my wife informs me.

Sully: Why did Hart Evans put Sam King into the crowd?

JP: Search me!

[Joe Foale has got Anarkist to his feet, and he takes a few steps back sizing up his opponent and walks straight into the grasp of Hart Evans....Evans grabs Foale round the neck and lifts him up and slings him back over his head in a back suplex. Foale's body crashes onto the steel ramp, Hart Evans winces as he himself hits the steel but he rolls clear and Anarkist is now hunched over the guardrail rubbing his head. Hart Evans fires a cheap shot between the legs of Anarkist and the big man rolls to the floor holding the more private parts of a man.]

Sully: Ouch!

JP: Those Canadian's never did play by the rules!

Sully: Mind you, this match has no rules, it's absolute chaos.

[Rick Jones in the ring is in the corner, Wildfire is throwing knees repeatidly into the mid-section of the leader of the "Canadian Connection" and the crowd are cheering with each knee that connects with the MWF's Tag Team Champion. Jones suddenly grabs the ropes and pulls himself up, he leaps up, grabbing Wildfire's head he smashes it into the turnbuckle, Wildfire staggers a few paces back from the turnbuckle and then staggers back towards it. Jones grabs him and the crowd boo as he executes a huge Tornado DDT, Wildfire's head is smashes onto the canvas.]

JP: Where the hell did that come from?

Sully: That literally did come out of nowhere!

JP: I think Rick Jones might just have this one...

[Hart Evans is leading Anarkist away from the ring and up the entrance ramp, his eyes wide with the thought of revenge, he leads Anarkist off backstage slashing through the entrance curtain. Back in the ring then Rick Jones taunts the crowd before dragging Wildfire to the centre of the ring Joe Foale is down on the entrance ramp, Sam King is laying somewhere in the crowd, Rick Jones walks towards the turnbuckle. He climbs it and at the top he shouts 'HAIL CANADA!' before taking off and executing the Acid Drop onto the prone body of the MWF TV Champion. On impact then the ribs of Wildfire recieves a huge blow, and Jones manages to cover quickly and Charles Galliant counts...1....2...3!]

Peter Santos: And your winners, through pinfall, the MWF Tag Team Champions, Rick Jones and Hart Evans!

Sully: Argh, not again, how could Wildfire let himself be isolated like that.

JP: Because the "Connection" played the game, and won, their tactics worked.

Sully: And Sam King and Anarkist, where the hell were they?

JP: Sam King is on some woman's lap in the third row of the crowd!

Sully: Where's Anarkist and Hart Evans?

JP: I don't know, they disappeared backstage.

[Rick Jones is passed the MWF Tag Team Title belts by a ring hand, and he takes both titles and climbs up on the turnbuckle and shows the belts to the crowd. His wife, Amanda, slides into the ring and the two embrace as Rick Jones takes from his pocket a small wad of cash and throws it onto the prone body of Wildfire.]

Sully: Wildfire....

JP: He tried to bribe them, Wildfire tried to bribe the "Connection" to take the fall, well I never, that's terrible.

Sully: I think Wildfire got what was coming to him for that.

[The crowd are jeering, they suddenly roar as pictures are shown on the small titantron. The quality is not very good, but there is sound and the crowd cheer as they see Anarkist taking the upper hand against Hart Evans.]

JP: I think "The Headliner" is going to be reading the headlines from a hospital bed tomorrow night when Anarkist is through with him!

Sully: He'll find a way out...how can Anarkist fight his fellow Canadian?

[Anarkist has thrown Hart Evans onto a table and he is clearing the area of papers as he continues his assault, a patch of papers are covered in blood from where an earlier battle took place. The backstage area is filled with staff watching the fight.]

JP: Someone should get in there and stop this right now!

Sully: Why?

JP: Because it is not right!

[Anarkist picks up a nearby bucket, he also finds a mop. He shows them to the backstage crew and they roar as Anarkist shoves the bucket over the head of Hart Evans, "The Headliner" tries to resist but Anarkist is too strong. Anarkist raises the mop and there is a huge cheer as the mop snaps across the bucket, sending a loud rining sound in the ears of Hart Evans, the crowd laugh and cheer as Anarksit cockily taunts the fallen Hart Evans. Rick "Acid" Jones watching in the ring gives the MWF Tag Team belts to Amanda and runs off backstage.]

Sully: Now Anarkist is in trouble, he's going to have the other half of the MWF Tag Team Champions to deal with!

JP: I wouldn't be too worried.

[The crowd roar as the The Jeopardizer appears nearby to Anarkist, he walks over and looks at Hart Evans struggling in the bucket...he laughs and shakes the hand of Anarkist who pats Jay-Z on the back. Hart Evans manages to pull the bucket off his head, he spits at Anarkist and crawls off the turnbuckle and struggles to his feet.]

Sully: He'd be wise to run away, what with The Jeopardizer there as well!

JP: This could get crazy!

Sully: Who's that?

[Rick Jones pushes his away through the crowd, and stands muttering at Anarkist and The Jeopardizer, from the opposite side comes The Desired Toe, in his hand is an iron bar and he bands it against the wall, giving a clanging sound.]

JP: Two on three!

[Anarkist puts his hands up in the air, and he gestures for the "Connection" to put their fists down, The Jeopardizer however shouts something at The Desired Toe and Toe runs forward the iron bar.]

Voice: STOP!

[All give men spin round to see the MWF President Edward Walker standing behind his backstage staff, he holds a mike in his hand and the backstage staff part as he passes by them. The eyes of the MWF President are livid with anger, his face is red and bloated, his cheeks wobbling with anger as he speaks, his hair is greying, his skin slowly wrinkling.]

Walker: Explain what the hell you think you are doing...turning my arena into a battlefield. I pay you to fight in the ring, not back here!

Voice: It's not just you who pays them...

[The crowd let off a huge roar as the MWF's General Manager, steps into view with a mike of his own and also the MWF World Title on his shoulders. The eyes of Anarkist grow especially wide as he sees what is on the shoulder of Fozzy.]

Fozzy: Why can't you just let it go sometimes, Walker.

Walker: Because you're not the one who has to clear up the mess when all this tarnation is over.

Fozzy: But I still foot their wage bill as much as you do.

Walker: I don't give a damn about the wages, I give a damn about the way this place is shaping up. We have Wildfire trying to corrupt everyone with money!

Fozzy: Not much we can do about that, let is go.

Walker: NO I will not let it go! If we let everything in the world go then we'd never get anywhere.

Fozzy: But there was one thing you let go, Edward.

Walker: What was that?

Fozzy: Your daughter...

[The crowd can be heard gasping at the way Fozzy puts the insult to the MWF President.]

JP: Whoah! I can't believe Fozzy just said that.

Sully: He's a braver man than me!

[Fozzy takes a step nearer the President, Edward Walker's eyes are bulding with anger as he tries to refrain from lashing out at his General Manager.]

Fozzy: Now I have a little idea...next week I think me and you have a score to settle.

Walker: I'm listening...

Fozzy: In the ring, the "Connection" versus Anarkist, Sam King and The Jeopardizer...

[The crowd go up in the arena at the suggestion, their voices and screams sounding out a clear note of delight at the thought of the match.]

Fozzy: With two referees...the MWF President and General Manager.

JP: Can this get any better?

Sully: I don't think so!

JP: It's going to be incredible, the most amazing match you'll ever see.

Sully: That is the way to build up for the Pay-Per-View.

[Fozzy drops his mike and walks past Anarkist, who's eyes once again are transfixed on the MWF World Title, Fozzy whispers something to Anarkist as he walks past and Anarkist smiles.]

JP: What did he tell him?

Sully: I don't think we'll want to know!

[Anarkist suddenly runs forward and headbutts the MWF President in the face, Rick Jones leaps to the defence of his employer and all hell breaks loose as The Jeopardizer goes down under the iron bar of The Desired Toe...Hart Evans grabs the bucket and slams Anarkist round the back of the head with it, the scene fades out with Rick Jones and Hart Evans putting a beating to Anarkist.]

JP: Whoah!

Sully: Join us next week to find out what the hell is going to happen next here in the MWF.

JP: I hate to think what could happen, but I doubt it can get any crazier than this.

Sully: The war is starting all over again, we thought Fozzy had won the last one.

JP: Looks like it was just a starter for the main course...

Sully: It's going to be chaos at Dynamite, and MAYhem is just around the corner.

JP: Who will become the MWF World Champion? Will the "Connection" connect with anyone else? Will the MWF President gain his revenge on Fozzy?

Sully: Tune in next week to find out!