versus

Rick "Acid" Jones w/The "Canadian Connection"

Singles Match

Referee: Grant August

Sully: Wahoo! Time for some real action between Rick Jones and Sam King!

JP: Each day Sam King's name gets bigger and bigger. Jones will want to crush that status here tonight.

Sully: He damn sure will too! Jones has The Desired Toe and Hart Evans backstage!

JP: Those guys mean trouble. They're in Ed Walker's good books, and they're willing to do anything for the President.

["Wherever I May Roam" by AC/DC hits the PA system, bringing the crowd to their feet. Jeers begin to rapidly increase as Rick Jones appears on the ramp, with Amanda by his side. He makes his way to the ring and slides under the ropes. Once he has found his feet in the centre of the ring, he taunts the crowd only to here more boos.]

Peter Santos: Introducing first, weighing in at 210 pounds, from Montreal, Quebec, accompanied by Amanda, �Rick "Acid" Jones!

[The crowds jeers reform to roars and cheers as Sam Kings music hits. The Tag Team Champion strolls out onto the ramp and begins his descend down the ramp with fashion. A speedy roll into the ring brings him face-to-face with Jones, who doesn't seem one bit intimidated.]

Sully: Jones does well to stand up to King, JP.

JP: Just wait for the bell and let's see who puts up the better fight.

Peter Santos: And his opponent, hailing from Victoria, Texas, weighing in at 240 pounds� Sam King!

[The bell has barely chimed and the two are at it. King is the first to strike with a devastating jab to the jaw, knocking Rick Jones to the mat. Jones is up fast, thought, and comes back with an elbow to the gut followed by a snapmare. King attempts to lift himself but Jones drops to his knees and locks "The Dramatist" in a sleeper hold. King rips at the arm of Jones, but "Acid" only pulls his arm round tighter, locking the air out of Kings lungs. Soon enough, King loses his awareness, going limp.]

Sully: Jones seems technically sound tonight.

[Referee Grant August leans towards King and raises his arm. 1..2..3..4..King snaps from his dazed state and struggles relentlessly. With both wrestlers kneeled, King takes Jones over with a snapmare of his own, followed by a swift leg drop. He pops back up and the fans greet the Tag Champ with thunderous cheers.]

JP: Sam King is back up and ready to knock Rick Jones back down!

Sully: Don't count Jones out yet, I have a feeling that he has a plan up his Canadian sleeve!

[Jones stumbles across the ring as he stands. King stalks his prey before running and hitting a picturesque bulldog. He makes the cover. 1�2�shoulder up!]

Sully: Look at the resilience!

JP: It was only a bulldog!

[King hauls Jones to his feet and whips him across the ring. "Acid" hits the ropes and launches back with a spinning wheel kick, sending King to the floor. "The Dramatist" rolls to the corner and picks himself up. Saving no time for recovery, King lunges at Jones but receives a dropkick directly to the chin.]

Sully: Yow!

[Jones slowly stands and watches King crawl back to the corner. "The King" pulls himself onto the top rope and sits there, waiting for Jones to make a move. Jones smiles, before running, leaping and locking King in a belly-to-belly position and suplexing him from the top rope! Both men crash to the floor. Jones takes the impact stiff on his spine whilst King lands on his side, knocking the wind from his lungs.]

JP: Maybe Rick should have thought about that one, Sully. Seems as if he's just as hurt as Sam King, if not worse.

Sully: Jones knows the danger in such a move. He's got brains!

[Jones crawls over King, throwing one arm over his opponent. 1�2�kick out! Rick stands and looks to the entrance way.]

JP: Who the hell is he looking for!?

Sully: Oh I think it's quite obvious, Pilly!

JP: Pilly!?!?

[Rick waves his arms towards the ring he stands in, and moments later Hart Evans and The Desired Toe speeds down the ramp. Meanwhile, King has rolled from the ring and acquired himself a steel chair from under the ring. Referee August leaps from the ring as fast as he can and urges Toe and Evans back to the dressing room. In the ring, Jones leans over the ropes and fists Grant August in the cranium, knocking the old referee to the floor. All three Canadian Connection members stand in the ring, waiting for King to enter.]

JP: Looks as if King was too much for Jones!

Sully: No way. This is just a precaution, a very clever precaution.

[Growing tireless, Hart Evans leans over the ropes at King�and receives a mighty chair shot to the temple! "The Headliner falls over the ropes and lands by the commentators. King rolls into the ring and waves the chair in the faces of Toe and Jones. They look to each and then spread their distance. King dives at Toe but Jones hits him with an axe handle and knocks the chair from his grasp. Toe picks up the chair and lifts it high above his head. Rick Jones grabs King be the arms and holds him in place as Toe brings the chair down towards Kings head. "The Dramatist" lifts his feet and kicks the chair into The Desired Toes face!!!]

JP: KING IS KICKIN' ASS!

[Toe goes down flat and King struggles away from Rick Jones' grip. He turns and kicks Jones in the gut.]

Sam King: SPINNING DDT!!!

[The crowd jump up and cheer for the crowd-pleaser as he locks Jones up and goes to lift him. Suddenly Jones unlocks himself and locks up King! Before "The Dramatist" can react Jones lifts and hits a Spinning DDT of his own!]

JP: Damn it!

[Grant August pulls himself up and crawls into the ring, slowly counting as he crawls. 1��2�.3!]

Peter Santos: The winner of the match�Rick "Acid" Jones!

["Wherever I May Roam" drowns out the jeers as Hart Evans climbs back into the ring and helps pull The Desired Toe up. The men raise Rick's arms as King lies before the men.]

JP: These men are damn conniving sons o' bitches!

Sully: And I love them, they're brilliant, the MWF is gaining Canadian power everytime these three men make their presence felt.

JP: You forget that their contracts can still be terminated, especially The Desired Toe and "The Headliner" Hart Evans....one fell swoop and the General Manager could have them taken out.

Sully: But the MWF President wouldn't let that happen to two of his best new talents.

JP: There is talk that the tag team of The Desired Toe and Hart Evans are being talked about as the future MWF Tag Team Champions...but that would mean beating Sam King and The Jeopardizer at their own game.

Sully: Who says they couldn't be the future Tag Champions? I for one would love to see "The King" and "Jay-Z" finally toppled.

JP: I can't see it happening at this current moment in time...

Sully: Why not? Sam King just got beaten by Rick Jones, he's Canadian, perhaps King has a weakeness against Canadians.

JP: There isn't much difference between Canadians and Americans....

Sully: I think you've just insulted every American and Canadian alive with that comment JP!

[The "Canadian Connection" are still standing over the body of Sam King...The Desired Toe now has the flag of Canada and he waves the flag loud and proud in the centre of the ring..the Iowa crowd jeering loudly. Rick Jones looks down on the fallen King. He calls for a mike.]

Jones: What chance have you got King? What real hope do you have against Wildfire if you fall at the first hurdle? I would like to declare to the whole of the Maximum Wrestling Federation that there is a new "King" in town....an "Acid King"....and his loyal subjects are here to make sure that you...the MWF fans are educated in the ways of wrestling. Tonight is just a taster of what is to come!

[The three men make their way from the ring and walk slowly up the entrance ramp, taunting the jeering crowd, Sam King has finally come around and he lays in the ring, watching the "Canadian Connection" making their way up the ramp. Rick Jones takes one last look back at the ring, and his eyes meet those of Sam King and the two for a second are locked in an intense staring match, before King's eyes close and he collapses back to the canvas.]

JP: Poor Sam King has been destroyed by the "Canadian" connection tonight!

Sully: It's just so fitting that as we reach Iowa the Canadian's begin to take control...and no one saw this threat coming, except the MWF President who was clever enough to conscript them as his henchmen!

[The camera cuts backstage, and the "Canadian Connection" are shown just behind the entrance curtain...they are laughing and The Desired Toe is cracking a joke about Sam King's performance.]

JP: It's disgusting their attitude to wrestling...I don't like it one bit.

Sully: You wouldn't JP!

[The crowd are hearing booing as Wildfire walks up to the "Canadian Connection", he shakes the hand of all three men and the crowd are going mental with anger as Wildfire speaks.]

Wildfire: Excellent job you did out there...couldn't of asked for anything more.

Jones: Only doing what was expected of us.

Toe: We did a damn good job for you Wildfire!

[Wildfire takes a wad of dollar bills from his pocket...he counts out a number of them, and gives them to Rick Jones. There is a big smile on the faces of the "Canadian Connection".]

Wildfire: I promised I would offer you a bonus if you did the job for me tonight, and because you did such a good job you'll find an extra two hundred dollars for yourselves there. I hope you spend it wisely, perhaps a new flag and pole? Or new wrestling attire? But I hope it is sufficient.

Jones: It's much appreciated.

Wildfire: There is plenty more where that came from...

[Wildfire stops speaking as the figure of The Jeopardizer appears...the crowd go up in cheers for Jay-Z. Sam King's tag team partner and the MWF's Xtreme Champion has been lurking in the shadows and now steps forward, a look of anger and disgust on his face.]

Wildfire: Well well well, if it isn't The Jeopardizer.

Jay-Z: What the hell do you think you are doing Wildfire?

Wildfire: Just business...

Toe: Boss shall we leave?

Jones: No hold your ground men...

[The "Canadian Connection" form up behind Wildfire, The Desired Toe brandishing his flag pole towards The Jeopardizer. The look in the eyes of The Jeopardizer is frightening.]

Jay-Z: This is the sort of business that I can't stand...the sort of business that makes my blood curl like milk curdles when it goes off. I feel this rage inside me, and that rage grows when I know that all that money was paid to do damage to one of the most respectable and greatest wrestlers alive today.

Wildfire: I'm sorry if you feel this way....but Jay-Z, this doesn't really have anything to do with you.

Jay-Z: It has everything to do with me!

[The Jeopardizer's voice has now raised and he screams.]

Jay-Z: You're nothing but a God damn cheat Wildfire! I hate all this...I hate it...and now Wildfire I am really coming to terms with what you are.

Wildfire: I told you I was changing...

Jay-Z: I didn't know you'd change this much...so much so that you destroyed Sam King using those...those...scumbags! Just so you can have a petty advantage next week...

Jones: We're not scumbags...look at yourself....

Jay-Z: Shut your fucking Canadian mouth!

[Rick Jones steps forward....he goes eye to eye with The Jeopardizer.]

Jones: Perhaps you'd like to try and close it for me...yankee...

[Wildfire leaps inbetween the two men, but he's too late, The Desired Toe runs forwared and slams the flag pole hard into the gut of The Jeopardizer...Jay-Z doubles up and Toe brings the pole down again across the back of The Jeopardizer....Jay-Z is laid out on the floor, The Desired Toe stands spitting rage as he looks down on him.]

Toe: That's what you get for calling us scumbags!

[Wildfire pulls out another hundred dollars.]

Wildfire: For all your efforts...

[Wildfire slips the hundred dollars into the hand of The Desired Toe and walks off down the corridor, the "Canadian Connection" walk off into the opposite direction, leaving The Jeopardizer to clutch his back and cry out with pain...in the ring then Sam King is being treated by medics and we go back to JP and Sully.]

JP: Somebody needs to stop those Canadians!

Sully: What an inspired plan by Wildfire...using the power that is money he has managed to buy himself two valuable victories tonight.

JP: He's going to go into the match against The Jeopardizer with a huge advantage and I don't like it one bit...its not right that he should be allowed to pay the "Canadian Connection" to attack The Jeopardizer.

Sully: It's all so clever JP!

JP: I don't think its clever, I think its evil, backstabbing and disgraceful!

Sully: Well who is going to do something about it?

JP: The MWF President should be doing something about it...

Sully: But the MWF's President is just as two faced and corrupt as anyone else in this company.

JP: Perhaps, dare I say it, it is up to the MWF's General Manager to restore some valour to this place.

[The camera cuts backstage, and we are in the locker room of Mickino Thompino, the camera dodges as a whiskey bottle goes flying into the wall...it smashes and the glass showers everywhere. The camera turns to see Mickino Thompino sitting on a large padded chair, surrounded by beer bottles and his face red with anger.]

Mickino: God damn Anarkist!

[Mickino stands up and paces around the room, he slams his first at the wall and doesn't even wince as it hits.]

Mickino: How did I even let myself lose like that...and Insane Wayne what the hell was he playing at?

[Mickino strides out of the locker room and slams the door behind him, the camera follows him outside, Mickino talks as he walks quickly down the corridor.]

Mickino: Those people out here, no respect at all for a man, like myself who has done so much to help the MWF reach where it is this time. No, not this time around have I done anthing, but damnit the last time around I was a force to be reckoned with...and now these people just treat me as if I was a piece of trash...or worse a Canadian!

[Mickino turns right and heads towards the big sign that says "Staff Office".]

Mickino: Tonight I am going to make myself a stand...and it's going to be the right sort of stand! I was pathetic in that match and I want to make amends..so I'm going to get myself what is commonly known as a match, but this won't be any old match.

[Mickino stops outside a door marked 'MWF President', he doesn't bother knocking but opens it and walks right in. MWF President Edward Walker is on the phone, he motions for Mickino to take a seat and "Big Daddy" sits himself down opposite the MWF President.]

Walker: Look I really have to go, yes thank you Rick, that'd be great, I'll fix that up for you guys next week on Dynamite, yes it really is no problem, thanks, bye!

[MWF President Edward Walker puts the phone down..and looks up at Mickino, he smiles and Mickino smiles.]

Walker: Evening Mick, what can I do for you?

Mickino: I need a match...

Walker: You just had one?

Mickino: Well I need another one! Because quite frankly, I was bollocks out there and I want a chance to redeem myself.

Walker: Well who do you want to face, we got a whole roster full of wrestlers looking for a match. Next week, well Wildfire and Sam King are busy, I think you'll find The Jeopardizer and The Desired Toe are sorted, Rick Jones possibly as well...Joe Foale and Anarkist...

Mickino: Anarkist...

Walker: Yeah?

Mickino: That man!

Walker: Yes I know he's a man.

Mickino: I want him...

Walker: Whoah! Mickino, enough of that...I take it you want him in a match and not in bed?

[Mickino Thompino offers the President a sly smile.]

Mickino: In the ring of course, mind you, he's probably better looking than most of those Iowa whores.

Walker: I've been meaning to talk to you about that, would you mind not insulting the people we're trying to sell to as much!

Mickino: I try to be nice to them, but they're not nice to me.

Walker: So you want Anarkist, are you sure that is wise?

Mickino: If I don't try then I'll never know, and if my contract doesn't get extended then I may never get the chance to go one on one with the closest thing the MWF has to Ross Allen.

Walker: Okay Mick, I'll sort something out for you. Have a good evening.

Mickino: You to Ed, and I'd advise you to watch those Canadians.

Walker: I know what I'm doing...

Mickino: I hope you do, and Ed.

Walker: Yes?

Mickino: It's great to be back here again.

Walker: It's great to have you back!

[The two men shake hands and the camera cuts back to an arena filled with jeers at the comments made by "Big Daddy" Mickino. JP and Sully take over once again.]

JP: Mickino Thompino and Anarkist going head to head next week on Dynamite, I don't know if the ring will be able to take the weight of those two men.

Sully: Two giants of the MWF, it will be a great match JP.

JP: But not as great as next week, possibly the most brutal match in MWF history has been signed, a Japanese Death Match with the MWF TV Title on the line.

Sully: Wildfire and Sam King will bring their hatred to a rather brutal end next week, as MWF celebrates its twentieth Dynamite show!

JP: It's always great when you reach a milestone...

Sully: It sure is!

JP: And don't forget, that next month the MWF will be doing it's Pay-Per-View.

Sully: Does it have a name yet?

JP: No unfortunatly it doesn't.

Sully: Well I am sure it will have a name soon, perhaps we'll finally see the MWF World Champion Mark Rose by then.

JP: I hope so, the extremely talented Mark Rose has been in hiding too long, its time he showed his face!

Sully: Here's to hoping, but two men who are going to show their faces now are the scheming mastermind Wildfire...and The Jeopardizer.

JP: The Jeopardizer is at a huge disadvantage, thanks to The Desired Toe and his damn flagpole.

Sully: And also his buddy Sam King can't be running in to save him, as he was crippled by the "Canadian Connection" during his match with Rick "Acid" Jones.

JP: It looks as though the odds are stacked against The Jeopardizer here tonight...