President Wayne

Versus

Michael Blake

Referee: Charles Galliant

Writer: Dom Stoate.

[President Waynes ovation is not as great as he would have liked to think it was. He got a few cheers but most of the fans were jeering him after his recent disagreements with Edward Walkers recent decision-making. He would look about, his face an image of confusion as he searches the arena for any sign of support. There is none. He would make his way down the ramp, glaring slightly. ]

Sully: Why does he have to enter first? Surely the rookie should come before the President.

JP: Whats your logic behind that?

Sully: Save the best til last, JP. Never heard that expression before?

JP: Well, Insane Wayne will no doubt have a lot on his mind at the moment. Since he started his job as President he has had a lot to deal with and now with Edward Walker taking the liberty to scrap any rules that the President makes

Sully: Walker is intentionally- making Waynes job harder. He is trying to make life very difficult and it just isnt fair on him.

[Wayne points at a small pocket of fans before pointing to himself and shouting at them something along the lines of Im the President! To hell with you! He would turn back to the ring as he marches proudly down the ramp, toned body in full view though a white t-shirt as he does so. ]

JP: President Wayne coming off a victory against the tag team Kronik who failed to knock The Master Plan down off their pedestal last night at Nightmare. Can he secure a victory against a man that is yet to record a victory in the MWF? Michael Blake has only one match experience under his belt and that he lost.

Sully: Of course he can win, JP. Wayne is the MWF President. Not only that, but he is a true MWF and UWF legend. He beat Tempest for the Intercontinental title back in the UWF and that was after Tempest made a record nine defences of it! Amazing!

JP: Arent you just so full of stats today?

Sully: Want to hear another one?

[Wayne is in the ring, leaning against the ropes to test them a little, waving and stretching his arms as if trying to wake them up a little before his match. ]

JP: Go on, then.

Sully: A third of the worlds population flush the toilet whilst they are still sitting on it.

JP: thanks.

Sully: Youre welcome!

JP: Well, seeing as you are so into records today, how about this? President Insane Wayne has ten inches and five years on the twenty-four-year-old but he is only twenty pounds heavier. Michael Blake has impressive strength and I think this could well be coming into play here tonight.

[Michael Blake makes his way down to the ring to the sound of his music, marching down the ramp and slapping the few fans that outstretch their hands to get a touch of this newcomer. ]

JP: Michael Blake starting to build his own rapport with the fans. He wont have as many fans as President Wayne, but his career is young and he has a lot to offer.

[Eventually, Wayne and Blake are in the both in the ring, staring each other down, Wayne glaring down at the considerably smaller man. There is a lot of trash-talking going on between the two, mainly by Insane Wayne who points to himself and screams something along the lines of Im the President, bitch!. This merits a huge right hook from the smaller man that gets a huge ovation from the audience. The bell rings before Wayne gets a chance to hit the canvas. As he does, he takes his jaw into his hand and cradles it delicately, eyes wide in reaction. Blake does not capitalise on this attack right away but takes a step back, absorbing the audiences approval as he skips about, readying himself for an attack. ]

JP: Man, what a shot! He nailed Wayne with a huge right hook, and the President looks to be down for the count!

[Wayne, looking thoroughly shocked, would touch at his jaw, looking at the blood that leaks from a loosened tooth before he slowly begins to sit up. Hed bite his lower lip as he does, looking up towards Blake, anger clearly burning in his eyes as he shakes his head in discontent. Blake would not back off at all as Wayne hauls himself up into a standing position. Wayne who move closer to Blake, nudging him with his chest a bit. The two go toe to toe again, Wayne having to stoop a little bit to butt his head against Blakes. The fans get very heated up as the two push their heads together menacingly. Wayne trash-talks to the quiet Blake, heads touching at the brow. This lasts for a moment or two longer before Blake finally lashes out and slaps his hands onto the chest of Wayne. Wayne stumbles back a few yards before stopping. His glare intensifies and he start to trash-talk again; more to himself than anyone else before raising his arms and peeling off his white shirt. Trash-talking the whole time, he would get in close to Blake again as the fans hum in anticipation. Wayne lashes out finally, knocking Blake back with a shove that knocks the new comer back onto his back. ]

JP: This match yet to get going as the two men verbally go at it.

Sully: Wayne is going easy on this kid. He should murder him like he knows he can!

[Blake springs up to his feet as the match finally takes off and is met with a huge right fist that drops him down onto his shoulders. He appears to be out for the count himself, barely stirring as Wayne turns around and gestures to him, spitting out at the fans as he leans over the ropes, arms raised, screaming about his Presidential position. Blake touches his jaw as Wayne turns back, breathing heavily, one hand resting on the ropes as he reaches a hand up to touch at the blood leaking from the corner of his own mouth. ]

JP: Blood-shed from the very first punch. If this was a first-blood match, it would be over by now.

[Blake crawls up to his knees, struggling to find his feet as Wayne moves over to him, reaching down and seizing him by the hair. He pulls Blake to his feet before leading him over towards the turnbuckle. Slamming him against it, he would pull his oppositions head back before slamming a forearm across his chest. Blake sinks down into the corner, turning into a flopping mess in the corner, barely keeping his balance. Wayne heads away from him, arms raised, a very cocky smile spread across his face as he walks away from Blake. ]

JP: Wayne just looking to slow things down a little bit now.

]Wayne turns around before running full pelt towards the corner. His body collides with the nearly-prone form of Blake. Blake collapses onto his front as Wayne licks his lower lip, a mock expression of sheepishness on his face as the fans jeer and boo him. ]

Sully: And now he can have his way with Blake. Blake has no hope now.

[It certainly seems that way as he lays on his front in the middle of the ring. Wayne takes the time to nod his head, smiling proudly before turning to the referee and saying something that the cameras fail to pick out. ]

JP: What was that?

[The referee nods reluctantly before turning and moving towards the edge of the ring, leaning over it, signalling to the ring-announcer. ]

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentlemen. This match has been changed to a No-Disqualification match!

[The fans do not sound happy, but the sound of the ring announcers words bring a smile to Waynes face as he turns, panting, back to the fallen Blake, grabbing him by the throat. He would use his sheer, brute strength to pick up Blake before nailing him in the stomach and hitting him with The 666! Blake rolls onto his back, seemingly out cold as Wayne sits there, a big smile on his face as he does. Eventually, instead of going for the cover, he just stands up, looking at the fallen Blake. ]

JP: The 666, and I think this is just about done.

Sully: He aint finished with him yet!

JP: President Wayne really abusing his powers here tonight.

Sully: The great thing is, he has banned everyone from ring side! No damn Walker can interfere!

[Wayne paces leisurely about the ring for a little bit before something catches his eye. He would notice something- or someone- leaning over the barrier screaming his name. A big smile would cross his face as he makes his way towards the edge of the ring, seeing a decidedly-good-looking woman scream his name, gesturing for him to come to her for an autograph. ]

JP: Whats this?

Sully: I think hes taking the time to treat a loyal fan!

[The referee seems to say something of a warning to Wayne who shrugs it off and as soon as Wayne gets outside, the ten-count is started. He seems to think nothing of it, though, leaving Blake laying in the ring, out cold as the count starts. He ambles towards the gorgeous woman on the outside, taking her hand and lowering his head to kiss is delicately, a scheming look on his face. ]

JP: This is despicable. Hes supposed to be wrestling.

Sully: Cmon, JP. Blake isnt exactly going anywhere. President Wayne always- has time for the ladies.

[2.3.the referee continues. ]

[Wayne leans on the barrier, chatting to the girl who looks thoroughly thrilled to be talking to the wrestler. Wayne glances back towards the ring every so often, shouting something to the referee who continues the count. ]

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[Wayne leans the girls face to the side and plants a kiss on her neck before turning to leave her, intent on heading back to the ring, but the girl who seems overly smitten, would throw her arms around him in a hug, stopping him from returning to the ring. ]

Sully: Wh-what?! Hands off the President!

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[President Wayne looks desperate as the girl clings onto him tightly, not wanting to let go now that she has him here. Wayne tugs away quite roughly in order to get back to the ring but the lady does not let go. ]

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Sully: No!

[The bell rings as the referee signals ten and the fans start to cheer and applaud tremendously. ]

Sully: That hussy! She just cost the President the match!

Peter Santos: Your winner, due to count out Michael Blake!

[Blake still lays on the canvas, barely able to move, his eyes, however, now open as he experiences his first victory. ]

JP: What a win! Insane Wayne caught out by his own arrogance and a love-struck fan!

Sully: That shouldnt count! Disqualification! Outside interference!

JP: Wayne disallowed disqualification himself and it was his own outdoing!

[Wayne holds onto his head, forcing himself out of the grip of the love-struck fan that beams, taking her place behind the fan barrier again. Wayne looks distraught, hands holding onto his head, teeth bared in anguish and pain. He would glance back over his shoulder towards the girl who just winks at him suggestively. He would seem to be in no mood for anything after the bitter taste of defeat due to his own arrogance. He would walk around the ring, looking dazed with shock. He half-contemplates sliding into the ring and beating the hell out of Blake, but now there are several referees in the ring helping the fallen Blake and it would look darn unprofessional for the President of the MWF. Instead, he just ambles up the ramp, shocked and bewildered by what had happened as Monday Night Dynamite goes off the air...]

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