versus

"Prime Time" The Vine

Non-Title Singles Match

Referee: Charles Galliant

Sully: God damn Sam King is pumped! He'll rip The Jeopardizer apart...

JP: I wouldn't be so sure.

Sully: Just like The Vine will rip Anarkist apart!

JP: The Vine is one hell of a cocky wrestler, challenging the MWF World Champion, does he have a death wish?

Sully: Nope, he just wants to be on the biggest stage against the biggest players in the game.

JP: He's going to have to wrestle out of his skin to keep up with Anarkist and stay in this game or offer any sort of challenge.

Sully: He can compete with the best of them, he's shown that in past experiences.

JP: But the MWF is a completely different ball game, there is such a high level of expectation in both the MWF and the UWC.

Sully: Just think, The Vine if he got a win here would be catapulted up the UWC rankings.

JP: He sure would, but I doubt that is possible...besides Anarkist has the MWF's General Manager watching his back incase either Wildfire or Sam King try anything funny.

[The crowd are on their feet, awaiting the arrival of the MWF World Champion, Peter Santos has taken his place in the ring and in his typically loud booming voice he introduces the MWF World Champion.]

Peter Santos: Ladies and gentleman, this is a non-titles single match. Introducing first, a member of the "Weapons of Mass Destruction", from Toronto, Onatario, Canada, weighing in at 313 lbs., and accompanied by the MWF's General Manager, the MWF World Champion, Anarkist!

[The crowd erupt in cheers as "Papercut" by Linkin Park rips through the PA system and red pyro explodes from the entrance way as the MWF World Champion strides out with the General Manager behind him. Anarkist punches the air with his fist and raises his MWF World Title to the cheering crowd who scream even more as Anarkist shows them the gold.]

Sully: That man does not deserve that belt, Sam King should be holding that title right now.

JP: Anarkist has done more for the MWF than anyone else, he's taken it to new heights and we're all currently part of his 'Chaotic Future'...

Sully: More like a chaotic disaster to me!

JP: He's the MWF World Champion, what more can I say?

Sully: I still don't believe he's worth quite as much as some people make out, he has an ego problem.

JP: You can talk!

[Anarkist has reached the ring now, he slides under the bottom rope and walks over to the other side of the ring and displays the MWF World Title to the crowd, General Manager Fozzy walks behind the MWF World Champion proudly wearing his "WMD" t-shirt...the crowd turn to the entrance way as Peter Santos takes the mike again.]

Peter Santos: And the opponent, weighing in at 236 lbs., from The Low Streets, DL, "Prime Time" The Vine!

[The crowd jeer lightly as "Prime Time" walks cautiosly onto the entrance way, the two and a half thousand strong crowd are hurling abuse as The Vine to the sounds of "Nation" by Sepultura makes his way to the ring...his black t-shirt sporting the words 'The Vine' is already drenched with sweat and he runs a hand through his dyed green hair as he looks towards the ring.]

Sully: He is just a kid JP, but I see great things for this twenty one year old...

JP: He's giving away a lot of weight to Anarkist and also a hell of a lot of experience, he's in the back yard of the MWF World Champion and he shouldn't expect to walk out of here with an easy win...because at the moment he seems to think he will.

Sully: The kid is playing games with Anarkist's head, like Ross Allen did.

JP: Except The Vine is no Ross Allen, he may be "Prime Time" but he's going to have to do something special tonight to dislodge Anarkist.

Sully: This is the first time that Anarkist has been in singles action since MAYhem, I am right in saying that?

JP: Yes, you're right Sully...he hasn't been in singles compeition since the Pay-Per-View where he so rightly won the MWF World Title, and Anarkist isn't that much older than The Vine, he's a very young Champion.

[The Vine is now in the ring and Anarkist has handed his MWF World Title to Peter Santos, who shows it to the crowd one last time and then leaves the ring with it...Anarkist turns to face the young Vine. General Manager Fozzy speaks to referee Charles Galliant before climbing out of the ring and taking his place at ringside. The Vine walks right up to Anarkist and looks right up into the eyes of the MWF World Champion...Anarkist pushes The Vine away and the youngster falls to the mat. The crowd laugh at "Prime Time" and he gets straight back up and runs at Anarkist.]

Sully: He's going to kill Anarkist for being so damn cocky...

JP: If he was wise then he'd run away as fast as his legs could carry him...but he's not wise, he's young and he doesn't belong on this sort of stage.

[Anarkist is smiling as The Vine runs right back at him, the bell sounds as Anarkist extends his arm and The Vine runs right into the stiffened arm of Anarkist, knocking "Prime Time" down to the mat...Anarkist leans down and grabs The Vine by the hair and pulls him up onto his feet and then walks him over to the corner. He knife-edge chops The Vine to a resounding 'whooo' from the crowd, he follows up with a knee to the groin, The Vine attempts to battle out but another knife-edge chop subdues "Prime Time".]

Sully: He needs to get out of that corner if he is going to have any chance of winning this match.

JP: The Vine didn't have a chance to begin with!

[Anarkist is hammering down the blows, the MWF's General Manager cheering him on....the whole arena is behind the MWF World Champion as he takes The Vine is by his green hair and whips him from the turnbuckle across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Anarkist turns and chases after The Vine as The Vine hits the turnbuckle and slumps into it, then Anarkist launches himself and brings his whole body weight down onto the youngster. Anarkist roars as The Vine is compressed into the turnbuckle and then collapses inwards as Anarkist removes his weight.]

Sully: I think The Vine just got well and truly flattened, but it is not his fault, he is giving away almost one hundred pounds to the MWF World Champion.

JP: That's why he's a real heavyweight, but he has an incredible agility and a toughness that so many have found hard to breakdown.

Sully: Except Joe Foale, remember that Dynamite when he amazingly managed to battle his way past Anarkist.

JP: Anarkist was simply having a bad day at the office, and that is exactly what he is not doing here.

["Prime Time" is sprawled on the floor but Anarkist grabs The Vine and lifts him up, he hoists The Vine onto his shoulders and the crowd roar as he gorilla press slams The Vine, the ring shaking on impact, Anarkist covers The Vine and Charles Galliant counts...1...2! The Vine manages to kick out, Anarkist doesn't seem too bothered and he takes The Vine and hauls him back to his feet, Fozzy points to the turnbuckle and Anarkist sends The Vine once again hurtling into the corner.]

Sully: Seems like the big man has a plan...

JP: A rather effective one to, Fozzy offering his valuable advice from the outside.

Sully: He's been doing that his entire career.

[The Vine gets in the corner, thudding into it...Anarkist walks slowly over and picks up speed and looks for a running shoulder charge...but "Prime Time" leaps up and out of the way and Anarkist slams into the turnbuckle to find no one home, he stumbles backwards and the crowd jeer as The Vine leaps up onto the top rope and propels himself off and executes a flying lariot onto Anarkist, taking the MWF World Champion down to the mat. The Vine takes a second to get his head back together as he clambers back to his feet and races to the turnbuckle.]

JP: What a change of events, amazing how matches can just turnaround in the space of a few seconds, The Vine seems ready to finish it right here and now...but I don't think he quite has what it takes.

Sully: Don't be stupid, he can go from here and win it outright...here it comes.

JP: Comes what?

Sully: His elbow drop, the Missing Lyre.

[The Vine is on the top rope again, Anarkist is laying on the canvas...Fozzy is shouting at the MWF World Champion to get up but The Vine leaps from the turnbuckle, at the last possible second then Anarkist rolls out of the way and "Prime Time" lands the Missing Lyre onto the canvas and recoils back with the shock of finding no one home. Anarkist and The Vine are both on the mat, panting hard and staring at the ceiling, referee Charles Galliant extends his arms and seeing no movement begins to count...1...2...3...Anarkist rolls over and places a hand on the ropes and drags himself upwards....4....Galliant stops the count as Anarkist is on his feet and walking over to the fallen "Prime Time".]

JP: This is where that extra bit of strength and experience really begin to pay off, Anarkist will destroy The Vine with the devestating Broken Rule.

Sully: It's not devestating, it didn't do the business on Breakdown and Anarkist was facing Crush, who is hardly top line.

JP: Crush is the IWA Heavyweight Champion, ranked number one in the UWC, of course he's top line...it's The Vine who is hardly top line.

Sully: "Prime Time" is going to be huge in the MWF...

JP: He's not huge now and he's nothing compared to Anarkist.

[Anarkist has The Vine up onto his feet now and the MWF World Champion hits a DDT which snaps the head of The Vine into the mat prompting the crowd to come back to life, Anarkist takes a second to glance at Fozzy who signals something. Anarkist walks round to the legs of "Prime Time" and grabs the legs of the youngster and locks in the lion tamer, wrenching the body of The Vine so that it is twisted around the strong legs of Anarkist. Fozzy roars for The Vine to submit as Anarkist tightens the hold and the back of The Vine is being stretched to full length, The Vine screams with pain as Anarkist with a look of delight on his face calls for "Prime Time" to give in....Charles Galliant checks The Vine who's face is a picture of torture.]

Sully: Someone stop him, Anarkist is going to snap The Vine in half!

JP: Good, Anarkist really wearing the young man down now, really putting the pressure on...The Vine can't stand much more of this.

Sully: Don't tape Vine, keep going, don't give in to a submission move or he'll never shut up about it.

JP: Look at Fozzy, he's so focused on Anarkist winning this match.

Sully: No doubt he has a plan to help Anarkist if need be.

[The Vine taps out and Anarkist drops the hold, The Vine collapses with a cry of relief to the mat...Anarkist who was facing the entrance way has broken the hold as he sees what is happening, standing on the entrance way are...]

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, Anarkist!

JP: Oh my God!

Sully: Anarkist is in one hell of a lot of trouble now.

JP: It's not possible...

[The MWF's General Manager looks as though he's about to faint as he stares at the entrance way in almost disbelief, standing there is the MWF President and around him are....Wildfire, Sam King, GP Richter, Hart Evans, Rick Jones and Amanda.]

Sully: That is what you call a force!

JP: It's not right, this can't be happening, someone has to stop them, where's The Jeopardizer?

Sully: What can someone like The Jeopardizer do to stop this?

JP: What exactly are they going to do?

[Edward Walker strides down the entrance way with the force behind him, Anarkist stands tall in the ring.....awaiting the arrival of this mini army, Walker has a mike thrown to him and he continues to walk as he talks.]

Walker: You know, I realised that you were taking steps to try and dominate the MWF....well let me tell you, "WMD" that no one dominates my company, nobody except me will ever dominate the MWF!

[The crowd jeer at this comment, General Manager Fozzy has slide into the ring beside Anarkist.]

Walker: I might be a snivveling little lying bastard to you, but I can tell you right now I don't give a damn what all these people think about me because all I want to see is you being disarmed. Yes that's right, tonight I'm going to do a bit of peacekeeping, I am going to strike back against your little quest to bring about change in the MWF.

[Fozzy is calling for a mike as Walker steps into the ring, the other wrestlers surround the ring, Amanda helping Rick Jones as he hobbles round to near the announce table.]

Walker: You can call me any names you want, you can beat me as much as you like, but the truth is that you will never, ever, dominate this company...not while I still live.

Fozzy: Funny how you say that Walker, last time I checked you were officially dead and buried!

[The crowd erupt in cheers at this comment, Anarkist laughs out loud as the MWF President goes red and spits at the General Manager.]

JP: The mind games have begun again...

Sully: I thought these two had settled it?

JP: Oh no, this could run and run Sully, you see Fozzy is always trying to get the better of Ed and yet somehow the worst man always wins, Ed has this knack for defeating Fozzy verbally.

Sully: But they've never got it on physically, which is a shame.

JP: It's all mind games and words, I can't see Walker wanting to risk stepping in the ring with the younger man.

[The MWF President takes a step towards the MWF World Champion and General Manager, he takes a deep breath before launching into an outburst.]

Walker: Anarkist, you think your big and tough because you have that bastard looking after you...well let me tell you that Fozzy holds about as much power as a two year old in a nursery school, he can hardly write his own name let alone book a decent match for you. Just look at what he has you doing out here tonight, defeating the likes of "The Vine".....

Fozzy: The Vine is a very promising...

Walker: I didn't ask you to speak! Can't you just shut the hell up and listen to me for a minute, Fozzy, you do nothing for this place, you add nothing and you take away nothing.

Fozzy: I do more than you can ever know for the MWF.

Walker: Well I don't fucking see it! What do you think you are, St.Fozz of the MWF Church? You've done hardly anything worth speaking of in all these months that we've been running now, it's always been me who's had to sort everything out and I've carried you with me.

Fozzy: I did the important thing and showed the world what you really are....a two faced son of a bitch.

Walker: Two faces, Fozzy, I only have one face.

Sully: I think Walker's going to explode in a minute...

JP: He looks like it!

Sully: He's not happy with Fozzy and I can tell the MWF General Manager is hardly happy with him either.

[The MWF President turns away from his General Manager and mutters something.]

Walker: Get them....just finish them.

[Walker steps from the ring as Hart Evans, Sam King, Wildfire and GP Richter all slide into the ring, Rick Jones waves his crutch from ringside as the four men circle around the MWF World Champion and his manager.]

JP: We're about to see Anarkist tested to the limit here...

Sully: This is going to be great!

[Anarkist looks around the four men, who are slowly closing in...the crowd screaming with anticipation and these screams turn to wild cheers as The Jeopardizer, Kidd Kidman and Seth Oxide come sprinting down the entrance ramp. The MWF President turns round to see nothing but the arm of The Jeopardizer as "Jay-Z" clotheslines the MWF President out of his shoes before sliding into the ring. Hart Evans caught off guard by the force of "Jay-Z", Kidman and Oxide arriving turns but Anarkist runs forward and grabs Hart Evans and takes him down with a bulldog. Wildfire is first to meet The Jeopardizer and he lands a right hand, but it's blocked by The Jeopardizer, Kidd Kidman goes after Sam King as Seth Oxide sends GP Richter from the ring, throwing him over the top rope.]

JP: Wow! The Jeopardizer coming to the rescue of his stable mate and tag team partner here on Dynamite.

Sully: Damn, he just knocked out the MWF President!

JP: He might have hell to pay for that.

[Anarkist clears Hart Evans out with a smile on his face, and runs to help The Jeopardizer who is being beaten into the corner by Wildfire...Kidd Kidman whips Sam King into the ropes and runs after him and clotheslines him from the ring, sending King crashing over the rope and onto the MWF President, General Manager Fozzy runs from the ring, to the announce table and quickly retrieves the MWF World Title belt and clambers over the guardrail and makes off through the crowd.]

Sully: Look at him, he's running off with the belt to make sure that no one else can touch it.

JP: A wise move, we all know Walker's a crook, but this is incredible, the resistance have been well and truly flattened by the "WMD" and friends.

[Anarkist and The Jeopardizer are beating on Wildfire in the corner as Seth Oxide runs to Kidd Kidman who has suddenly collapsed to the canvas, Rick Jones standing over him brandishing his cane....Seth Oxide hits the Canadian clean in the chest, knocking him down....the camera begins to pan out as Dynamite draws to a close.]

Sully: We're going to run out of time, we'll see you next week for yet more chaos as the MWF heads towards Vacation.

JP: No that doesn't mean we'll be taking a holiday, anything but, the MWF will be holding Vacation as Walker looks to test Anarkist's steel.

Sully: There will be a tournament at Vacation, we don't know what type but one thing is for sure, it's going to take wrestling to the max!

JP: Just like the MWF does every week, it's been one hell of a night and the "WMD" have shown that once again they really are the top of the pile here in the MWF.

Sully: But the resistance is growing, Walker is finding support and slowly but surely they're being outnumbered, the "WMD" will fall.

JP: No they won't Sully, not after destroying Walker's troops here on Dynamite.

Sully: Great action, we'll see you next week!

JP: Goodnight!