JP: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the match we have all been waiting for. The match to decide the MWF's first World Champion in over a year. The last man to hold this belt was Johny Star, but his time has passed, and two other men stand in the spotlight.

Sully: One man, Ross Allen, a wrestler who graced the MWF once before, a former MWF World Champion�

JP: And the other, Anarkist, a man who knows no fear. He fights for the World title for the first time. Will it be his night tonight?

Sully: I hope so, JP. I've dreamed of this night for too long. There can only be one winner, and in my eyes, it always was Anarkist.

JP: Unfortunately, it's not up to you, Sully, it's up to those who fight.

Peter Santos: The following match is a No Disqualification's match for the MWF World Title!

["When We Ride on Our Enemies" by Tupac blasts through the small arena, but cheers of glory drown out the music as Ross Allen appears on stage.]

Peter Santos: Making his way to the ring, from Sheffield, England, weighing in at 275 pounds, he is the Old School Solder� Reckless Ross Allen!

[Ross makes his way to the ring, pacing forward with a picture of confidence struck over his face. He slides under the bottom rope and makes his way to the turnbuckle, saluting his fans heroically. After doing the same in the opposite corner, he circles the ring in anticipation, waiting for his foe.]

Sully: Allen looks a little edgy, don't you think.

JP: I assure you, there's nothing but adrenaline and blood running through his veins, Sully.

["Paper Cut" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and Anarkist strides through the curtain, stopping no longer than a second to assess the fan-packed arena.]

Peter Santos: And finally, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, standing at 6ft 8 and weighing a mighty 313 pounds� Anarkist!

[Anarkist picks up speed and runs to the ring. Allen brings his arms up, ready to fight. Anarkist leaps onto the apron and launches himself over the ropes, back onto his feet. Referee Charles Galliant makes his way into the ring, holding the World title. Anarkist and Reckless break from their staredown to glare at the belt instead. Galliant holds it high above his head, before sliding it under the rope and out of the ring. The bell chimes.]

Sully: Here we go!

[Anarkist and Allen meet in the centre of the ring. Anarkist's mask, covering the majority of his face, smells of the sweat, produced day-in, day-out from the last month of hard training. A small smile can be seen at the edge of his lips as he dreams of both pounding Ross Allen, and winning the World title fly throughout his head. In his mind, both are a reality. Reckless Ross Allen looks upwards, staring a hole straight through the mask, deep into the back of Anarkist's head. Instinctively, Allen throws the first punch, straight to the cheekbone of Anarkist. Anarkist sends one back - bigger, heavier, harder. Allen returns another &endash; lighter, faster, sharper. Several more punches are thrown, harder and faster each time. Before long, Anarkist takes the advantage, sending a forearm into Allen's nose and whipping him against the ropes. As he comes back, Anarkist hits a stiff boot to the chest of Reckless.]

Sully: Ross Allen is down! Yes!

[Allen rolls to his chest and climbs up, he charges full-force at Anarkist and gut wrenches him into the corner. He continues to do so, until Anarkist drives his elbow into his back. Allen goes down to his knees. Anarkist picks him up, head between legs, and signals for the piledriver.]

JP: If he hits this, Sully, the match will be over already. All that weight coming down on his neck could end his career, just like Supreme's!

[The crowd jeer as Anarkist attempts to lift Allen. He gets one foot in the air, but Ross just refuses to be lifted. He sums up his strength and backdrops Anarkist.]

JP: Who's down now, Sully?!

[Allen sends three hard stomps to the chest of Anarkist, but on the fourth, Anarkist grabs his foot and pulls him to the ground. A savage brawl breaks out, both men rolling over each other, throwing fists left and right. Reckless manages to break free of the struggle. He leaps back and leans against the ropes. Anarkist gets up and runs at the Old School Soldier, but receives a kick to the abdomen. Allen switches places with Anarkist, pushing the giant against the ropes and fisting him in the jaw. With Anarkist in a daze, Allen bounces against the opposite ropes and speeds back with a clothesline, throwing the monster out of the ring, spiralling to the mats below. The crowd cheer relentlessly and Reckless raises his arms. He soon drops them, concentrating on the match.]

Sully: Anarkist, get back in the ring and show Reckless Ross Allen who's the champion!

JP: Ross Allen has the match in his favour, but the tables turn constantly in this kind of match. Anarkist could gain the advantage at any moment.

[Suddenly Ross leaps over the ropes and onto Anarkist. A shattering crack comes from the collision, and Anarkist leaves the situation standing, holding a steel chair.]

JP: Where the hell did that come from?!

Sully: Under the ring I guess! It's a no DQ match, it doesn't matter!

[The crowd inevitably jeer as Anarkist climbs into the ring with the steel chair. Reckless stirs on the outside until eventually standing, he rolls into the ring so slowly that Anarkist has time to drop his weight over him, placing the chair between them to make matters more uncomfortable. Referee Galliant drops to his knees. 1�2�shoulder up!]

Sully: Clever use of the steel chair. That was so close!

[Anarkist stands, holding the chair. He moves back slightly, readying himself for Allen's approach. As Ross gets up, Anarkist swings the chair low and takes him out by the legs. Ross goes back down growling, attempting to hold in the pain. As he tries to stand he can't. He drops back to the floor and drags himself into the corner.]

JP: Oh dear, it looks like Anarkist did some real damage with the chair.

Sully: Yes!

[Anarkist moves closer, an element of cheek in his walk. He brings the chair above his head, and as he brings it down, Allen strikes him in the knee. Anarkist stumbles forward, sending the chair into his own face and the turnbuckle's. He falls backwards, and lies motionless on the mat. Ross grabs the chair and uses it as a crutch. He hobbles to the centre of the ring, and balanced on his one good foot, he slams the chair down on Anarkist.]

Sully and JP: Ouch!!!

[Reckless drops over Anarkist. 1�2�kick out! Allen has such a hard time standing, Anarkist is up before he is. As Ross eventually gets to his feet, he turns to find Anarkist lifting him onto his shoulder.]

Sully: Get ready for a BIG spinebuster!

[Reckless wriggles. Anarkist fights off the wriggling. He spins round, in hope of sending Reckless off his plan, but Ross uses the spin to land a huge DDT on Anarkist. His forehead hits the mat with such a momentum, his head recoils high into the air. He rolls onto his back. The ringside camera zooms in to see one half of Anarkist's mask is loose.]

JP: Oh my God! We're gonna see the face of Anarkist!

Sully: Not if he can help it!

[Ross Allen stands up, holding the ropes. Anarkist gets up soon after, holding his mask with both hands. Reckless drives his limp leg into the gut of Anarkist. The monster has no forms of real defence, panicking and holding his mask to his face. He doubles over in pain as Allen's knee drives deep into his gut. He takes one hand away from the mask and uppercuts Ross Allen in the cheekbone. Allen staggers back but launches another attack, elbowing Anarkist in the head.]

JP: Both men are in a bad way, Sully�

[Anarkist drops to his knees, absorbing the pain like a sponge takes in water. Allen bounces from the ropes but as he comes back he receives a boot to the face from Anarkist. The big man peaks through his fingers and looks down at Ross Allen. He leans down to grab the Reckless One.]

Sully: Anarkist! Hit the Broken Rule!

[Allen darts upwards and pulls the mask from Anarkist!!! He throws the mask into the audience, as Anarkist whales and covers his face fully with his large palms.]

JP: Unmasked! UNMASKED!

[Reckless stands behind Anarkist, who's spinning in all directions, shadowing himself from the crowd. Ross waits for the right moment and� Reckless Ride! Anarkist's body comes crashing down to the mat. Reckless leaps over his body. 1�2�3!]

JP: We've got the winner!

Sully: Reckless Ross Allen has done it! Darn!

Peter Santos: And your winner, through pinfall, and the Maximum Wrestling Federation Champion, Ross Allen!

[Ignoring the pain in his leg, Ross Allen leaps into the air. Referee Galliant leaves the ring and re-enters with the MWF Title. He hands it over to Reckless, and raises his arm in the air. As everyone salutes the new Champion, Anarkist swiftly rolls from the ring and makes his way up the entrance ramp &endash; his face covered by his chunky forearms.]

JP: Anarkist has been well and truly beaten out there tonight by Ross Allen.

Sully: Don't worry JP, he'll be back, and he'll be back with a vengeance!

[Anarkist heads up the ramp, limping slightly, holding his ribs. Suddenly ''Lose Yourself'' By Eminem hits the P.A system and the crowd get to their feet as The Grudge and Jae Dee Ar appear on the ramp. Anarkist who is stood half way up the ramp stares dead into the eyes of Jae Dee Ar, Jae Dee Ar and The Grudge make there was down the ramp as Anarkist takes steps back.]

Sully: What are these two clowns doing out here? They can't play with the big boys!

[Jae Dee Ar and Grudge run to Anarkist and throw him to the ring, Anarkist stands to his feet and is knocked down with a super kick from Jae Dee Ar, Ross Allen is still on the outside grasping his ribs and the World Title, Grudge climbs out of the ring and brings out a table, He slides it into the ring where Jae Dee Ar stands it up, Jae Dee Ar rests Anarkist onto the table, The Grudge climbs onto the table looking to hit 'The Grudge Effect'. Anarkist reverses it and throws Grudge to the outside crashing him to the floor.]

JP: Oh no!

[Jae Dee Ar hits a kick to the mid-section to Anarkist as he falls to the floor, Jae Dee Ar stands up Anarkist against the ropes and hits the three multiple super kicks, He grabs Anarkist neck and looks for the Ar Jae Dee, He hoists him in the air, When from behind Avail hits a low blow to Jae Dee Ar, Jae Dee Ar and Anarkist fall to the floor.]

Sully: Here comes some help for Anarkist!

[Avail comes running through the crowd, Avail picks up Jae Dee Ar looking for the power bomb through the table, Jae Dee Ar wriggles loose from it and hits the Ar Jae Dee, sending Avail Crashing through the table, Anarkist slides quickly out of the ring where he grabs a chair, he stalks Jae Dee Ar, he goes to swing for Jae Dee Ar when the chair is grabbed from behind him. Ross grab's the chair and throws it to the ground, Anarkist turns around as Jae Dee Ar hits the low blow and Ross Allen hits the Reckless Ride sending Anarkist crashing to the mat for the second time, Grudge rolls back into the ring as Ross Allen and Jae Dee Ar stare each other down eye to eye. As Jae Dee extends his hand to shake Ross's, Ross is a bit hesitant has he also extends his hand and both men shake, Jae Dee Ar raises his hand in the air as the scene fades with Jae Dee Ar, Ross Allen and The Grudge standing hands raised in the air standing tall over Anarkist and Avail.]

JP: That's all for tonight folks, and what a night it has been, Ross Allen is the MWF World Champion once again, and Anarkist has taken one hell of a beating!

Sully: He shouldn't, this is not right!

JP: Join us tomorrow night, for Monday Night Dynamite with all the fall out from tonight, and we hear that not one, but two new wrestlers will be debuting tomorrow.

Sully: Two new wrestlers, well they both have to be better than the current World Champion!

JP: Ross Allen is a legend!

Sully: Legend my arse! We'll see you tomorrow, goodnight!