versus

"Phoenix" Sean Harley

Singles Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Writer: Jon Beavers

Peter Santos: This match is scheduled for one fall, the first opponent, weighing in at 230 lbs, hails from St. Louis Mo, and ia accompinied to the ring by Babe E Blue... Jay T!!

[The crowd cheer as "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed hits through the PA system and Jay T and Babe E Blue walk from the entrance way, the fans like this pair, and they mean to prove it with roar...]

JP: Jay T had better be on his game tonight, he has his work cut out for him if he wants to win this match.

Sully: Are you kidding me, man? Jay T is a nutcase, if he thinks he's going to be able to beat Harley...

JP: Jay T is a man of conviction, a man of principle, a man of taste.

Sully: Yeah, it wasn't to long ago that he got maced by Katherine McDougal for being those things, all right...

Peter Santos: And his opponent, from Chelmsford, England, weighing in at 220 lbs, Sean Harley!

["Last Man Standing" by Biohazard comes from the PA system and Sean Harley comes out from the entrance way, he looks justifiably angry, over past events that have left these former friends, now bitter enemies.. A look of revenge is in his eyes and he sprints towards the ring, Jay T sees him coming, and ushers Babe out of the ring, but as he turns around, it's already too late. Harley takes the fight straight to him with a clothesline, leaving an arm sized welt beginning to form across Jay Ts' chest. He hits the mat, and Chad Pattison calls for the bell. "T" is slowly getting to his feet, Harley grabs him by the legs and delivers a groin stomp. The referee warns Harley, who just laughs, and walks to the far corner of the ring.]

Sully: See John, see! The grandstanding of old ain't working around here no more, with all of the greats either being retired or fired, even the curtain-jerkers are having to step up their game.

JP: These two men are not curtain-jerkers!

Sully: Man, when will you ever get it straight? Harley has to win this match, because if he doesn't it'll be a loss of Green-Fire porportions.

[Jay T is up, Babe cheering him on. The two men lock up. Jay is shorter, Harley, taller and thinner, Jay begins to win, and in fact, emits a shove that sends Harley to the mat, Harley craftily, with that unorthodox style, rolls with it, and lands on his feet. The two lock horns again. Same effect, the fans begin getting behind the match.. A third lock up though, and this time, Jay T gets a headlock, and then and elbows Harley hard in the back of the head, Sean stumbles forward as "T" continues to put the elbows in from behind. Harley falls to the floor holding the back of his head. Jay lets him drop, and then grabs his legs, like he may perform a little groin stomp of his own. The crowd loves the idea, but instead of doing it, he locks Sean Harleys ankle in the center of the ring. ]

JP: Well, so much for your Harley!

Sully: He ain't had to ring the bell yet John, shut up...

[The ankle is locked.. Harley is in pain and the arena knows it. However, it being so early in the match, Harley inches, inches, inches his way, and connects his fingers to the bottom rope, just a millisecond before being pulled back into the center of the ring.. He screams in pain, and the fans begin to stomp their feet, just goading him to quit and give up. He makes it a second time, to the ropes, and this time the hold is broken... Harley is up, but is favoring the ankle, Jay T is playing to the crowd. He walks over to his opponent, but Harley whips Jay T into the turnbuckle, Jay T grabs the turnbuckle and collapses onto it, and Sean walks over and with the crowd roaring on he lifts Jay T and places him atop of the turnbuckle, he climbs up there himself and puts his arms around him and heaves, the crowd roars in disapproval as Harley superplexes Jay T off the top!]

Sully: Wow, crap, when was the last time you saw that outta Harley?

JP: Even I admit, that had to hurt.!

[A cover, and Pattison makes the count...1...2! Jay T raises his shoulder to the roars of the crowd, Harley, still in pain and fustration over the ankle lock, slams the canvas in anger. Sean grabs Jay T and hauls him to his feet, the crowd cheer as Jay ducks a punch, grabs Sean and punches him in the stomach and whips him into the ropes, Harley trys to turn it around with a patened tornado DDT but Jay T ducks and comes off the other ropes, and he collides head first into Harley with a botched clothesline, both men are down, and the crowd begins to sense the beginning of the end.]

Sully: Man, that was a collision and a half ! Ithink that Jay T got the worst of it though, he's bleeding from the mouth.

JP: Was that a tooth? Is that his tooth? Cameraman, focus on that object in the ring!

[The camera heeds the call, Jay T is indeed bleeding from the mouth, and the camera pans over to where Harley is rising, there is the front tooth of Jay T in the ring.]

Sully: Yup, sure is, they'll be able to glue it back in though.

[ Harley grogily gets to his knees, sees the tooth, and tucks it into his trunks, he crawls over to get the win, 1...2...]

JP: No!!

Sully: Ha Ha, looks like Harleys' not going to let his former friend with his dignity, or his dental work!

[Harley is up, and he picks up Jay T, who now appears to have a glazed look in his eyes. Jay T is whipped to the ropes, and met with a thunderous tornado DDT, and locks on the STF. Pattison looking at Jay T realizes that with all the fac/head trauma, that Jay's not entirely with us anymore. He calls for the bell!]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the inability to continue by Jay T, the referee has ruled that the winner of the match, Sean Harley!!

Sully: Ha Ha, I knew Harley was gonna win!

JP: Jay T showing some severe ring-rust, that proved to be his downfall.

Sully: Ring rust hell, he was just out maneuvered, out classed, and out on his ass..

JP: But what is Harley going to do with that tooth?

[Jay T is motionless in the ring, and Babe and Charles Pattison are calling for some help, Harley has rolled out of the ring. and is walking up the ramp backwards, holding the tooth between his finger and thumb, laughing at the small vindication, ]

Sully: Well, I doubt he's going to give it back.

[Harley is at the entrance way, laughing, as medics come rushing past.. The crowd suddenly gasps as from out of the back Gutter Rat, with a chair launches a shot and connects with Harleys' head, sending the tooth into the crowd, and Harley to the concrete 5 feet below!]

JP: What the!?

Sully: Well, it's about damn time.

[Gutter Rat walks to the ring, and the medics all try to sheild Jay T, until he begins swingin like a mad man. The ring is cleared, with the exception of Babe, who is pleading with the Rat Bastard for mercy. Jay T is coming to, and is now is clutching his head. Gutter Rat walks over and demands a mic, and looks back at Babe. ]

Gutter Rat: You've got til the count of 3 to get him out of my ring..

Sully: Ha Ha, not even if she had a forklift!

JP: What is going on? She's not big enough to lift him!

Gutter Rat: 1...

Sully: This may be the last we see of Jay T in the MWF as well!

Gutter Rat: 2...

[ The crowd is livid with rage, one of their favourite superstars is about to become no more, Babe can't get Jay up to his feet, but the referees come to her rescue, dragging him to safety outside the ring. She quickly rolls out herself. They begin to carry Jay T to the back, as the camera pand back to the Rat bastard in the ring. Who looks ready to speak.]

Sully: She almost didn't make it..

JP: What a callous, callous individual.

Gutter Rat: Troy Knight... Ed Walker... Hell, I don't even know where to start... It seems that alot of ass-kissing is going on there in the back, and it's going to have to come to an end... Walker, whatever you did to screw Anarkist into leaving will not be forgotten, nor will it be forgiven... I was this close... This Close... To finding Laval, and just when I see the light at the end of the tunnell, you once again, interfere, screwing me like I wasone of your cheap wrestling whores... I'm NOT in Twisted Vision, and you can bet your ass, you are in for a far worse nightmare then half the roster putting it to your daughter including your closest friends...

JP: Oh man, those are fightin words.

Sully: I'm at a loss for words, I can't believe what I just heard.

Gutter Rat: And Troy... Make no mistake about it, while what happened to your little concubine was funny as hell, it was nothing... NOTHING... Compared to what I have in store for you... It's not even as bad what I have in mind for little Bobby....

JP: What an ass, the kids like what, seven?

Gutter Rat: What are you going to do Troy, when little Bobby ends up face first on the back of a milk carton? And then the police gets involved, there's questions, and it comes out just what a little fruit basket you are? You ready for all the press? The publicity? The leering hatefull eyes, Troy? Are you ready for the gossip, and innuendo, and the hurtfull things people are going to say? You wanted something decisive Troy... D-E-C-I-S-I-V-E, you said... Here it is Troy.... It has been decided that I am going to put your career into a complete downspin, and I will continue to come out here, every week, hurting the innocent, until you are as gone as Anarkist and NomaD...You want to save your family? Quit, Troy.. Quit the MWF...For that's the only way I'll stop.

JP: He can't be serious.

Sully: You tell HIM that.

Gutter Rat: And as for Ed Walker... Ed, I guess you're wondering why I'm still hangin around here... It's simple pal, the air time allows me to plug what ever I see fit, like these mCw shirts that Dave, the owner of one of the Federations that vie for your ratings every week, gave me to pass out to the fans, and in the back... I think the first two to get them should be Shiv and Benoit, since the screwing they got was remineciant to the kinda screwing over you like to perform...

[A box is brought out to the ring, and Gutter Rat begins throwing mCw shirts out to the fans...]

Gutter Rat: Ed... It's all so simple, please me and I'll go away... Release me from my contract, or give me Troy Knight... Otherwise... At Vacation, the fans will see the end of Ed Walkers MWF...

JP: He hasn't earned it.

Sully: Are you kidding? Free T-shirts? If it wasn't in my contract that I couldn't, I'd be wearing one myself, thanks Dave!!

JP: Tratior!!

Sully: Company stooge...

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