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"The Headliner" Hart Evans w/Rick "Acid" Jones and Amanda

MWF World Championship Tournament Semi-Final, Barbed Wire Baseball Bat Cage Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Peter Santos: Ladies and Gentleman, it is now time for first semi-final in the MWF World Championship Tournament! The following match will be a Barbed Wire Baseball Bat Cage Match. The first participant to reach the ring and climb over the cage wall into the ring, will gain first possession of the barbed wire baseball. The winner of the match will be the man to escape the cage first�

Sully: Wow. This will be brutal.

JP: I can't argue with that. As we look to the roof of the arena, we can see the cage lowering as we speak.

Sully: And look in the ring, the baseball wrapped in barbed wire lies untouched in the very centre of the squared circle. Who do you think will grab it, JP?

JP: My money is on The Headliner.

Sully: Agreed. Hart Evans is smaller and faster than the World Champion.

["Taking Me Down" by Hardline signals a chorus of strong boos from the attending crowd. The Headliner, Hart Evans, paces through the curtain and appears on the entrance ramp. His MWF Tag Title lies on his shoulder. He stands proud at the top of the ramp to survey the lowering of the cage.]

Peter Santos: Weighing in at 235 pounds, he is one half of the MWF Tag Team Champions� The Headliner� Hart Evans!

Sully: It's great to see Hart Evans has Rick Jones as his Co-Tag Champ again.

JP: It is as if they are meant together, right?

Sully: Well they are the Canadian Connection! Where is "Acid" anyway? And Amanda?

JP: There's not much they can do in a match like this.

Sully: True.

JP: Hart Evans now has to wait at the top of the ramp for his opponent, MWF World Champion, Anarkist. I believe that once the bell goes, the men dash to the ring.

Sully: Look at Evans &endash; he looks determined. Just to think that he had no place in the tournament a week ago is amazing. This is his big chance. If he can defeat the World Champ, he can defeat anybody.

JP: Quite right, in theory.

["Papercut" by Linkin Park brings the arena back to their feet. Huge cheers pop into the air like fireworks as Anarkist strides onto the entrance ramp clutching the MWF title in his right hand. He turns his head slightly towards Hart Evans but feeds no emotion.]

Peter Santos: Weighing in at an incredible 313 pounds� a member of the "WMD"� the MWF World Heavyweight Champion� Anarkist!

Sully: I must admit, Anarkist looks ready for hell� which is what The Headliner is gonna give to him!

JP: In my eyes, both men have never looked so ready to do battle. This might not be much of a classic wrestling match, but it sure as hell will be a brawl.

[Anarkist looks back to the ring, where the cage is been fixed in place by Referee Chad Pattison. Once in place, Pattison hurries up the ramp and retrieves belts from both The Headliner and Anarkist. He takes position to the rear of both wrestlers and holds his arms into the air. The crowd stir as he stands still momentarily.]

JP: Here it comes�

[Pattison drops his arms swiftly and the bell at ringside resounds throughout the arena. Anarkist and Evans begin their sprint to the ring. The Headliner takes the lead only to have Anarkist take over and reach the cage first. Referee Pattison follows both men slowly. Just as he is about to ascend the steel, Anarkist turns and elbows Evans directly in the jaw.]

Sully: Ohh! Harsh! Is that legal?

JP: There isn't much legal about any of this!

[Beginning his slowly climb, Anarkist hauls himself towards his entrance to the ring. A dazed Evans begins his rise up the steel and is soon able to grab a hold of Anarkist's tights. The World Champion struggles but is unable to get rid of Evans. The Headliner climbs further and low blows Anarkist. Anarkist looses balance and falls from the side of the cage. He partially lands on his feet but stumbles to the floor as Evans leaps over the top of the cage and slowly descends to the mat. He takes his time, whilst smiling and paying no attention to the fuming Anarkist who begins his second ascent.]

Sully: So Evans will be the first to hold the bat!

JP: But he wasn't the first to the cage was he!?

Sully: Doesn't matter! Evans will hold the bat first!

[As Anarkist reaches the top of the cage, Hart kneels and takes the baseball bat by the handle. He sways it over his shoulder and stamps his foot into the mat, readying himself for Anarkist, who swings his legs over to the inside of the cage, and lowers himself into the ring with haste. He turns to see The Headliner, stomping hard into the canvas. A scream of "COME ON!" escapes from the lungs of Hart Evans as Anarkist clenches his fists and stands motionless in the corner of the ring.]

Sully: Can Hart Evans willingly destroy a fellow Canadian?

JP: With something as important as the World Championship on the line, I think he can "willingly" do anything, as can Anarkist.

[With a roar, Evans charges forward and swings the barbed wire baseball bat overhead. Anarkist dodges and the barbed wire becomes caught on the turnbuckle. Evans attempts to pull the bat away but it only becomes further entangled, and Anarkist brings his opponent to the centre of the ring with a bulldog. He attempts to move towards the hanging bat but Evans grips his boot. Anarkist turns and stops Evans in the head. Once loose from his grasp, Anarkist reaches the bat and tears it away from the turnbuckle pad.]

JP: It looks as if Anarkist will be the first to use the bat!

[Wasting no time, Anarkist brings the bat down on Hart's head, as he crawls across the ring. As he pulls the bat away, a tuft of hair comes away from The Headliner's scalp.]

Sully: Ouch!

JP: The barbs piercing deep into the head flesh!

[The crowd gasp and Hart Evans rolls across the ring in agony. The crowd cheer in approval as Anarkist raises the bat into the air and brings it down on Hart's spine. The Headliner wriggles in a spasm and Anarkist voluntarily drops the bat to pick the Connection member up. The Champion goes for a DDT but Evans reverses into a Northern Lights suplex and springs straight to his fist. The crowd grow silent as Evans screams in a rage and acquires the barbed wire bat from the canvas. With haste, he repeatedly strikes Anarkist with the injury-inflicting weapon and cackles as he does so.]

Sully: He's sick! I love it!

JP: This is gruesome to say the least. Anarkist will be left scarred for life!

[Anarkist battles to move away, using his arms to defend most shots from the bat. Blood shoots from his arms as he drops into the corner. Rapidly, Evans throws the bat across the ring and runs at the cage wall. He begins a furious climb. The walls shake violently as Anarkist takes to his feet in the ring. He staggers towards the bat and takes it as Evans reaches the top of the cage. As the crowd howl at Anarkist to act fast, the World Champion launches the baseball bat into the air. The spiked missile catches The Headliner in the back of the neck, causing him to loose his grip and fall to the ring!]

JP: My God!

Sully: What a fall to the ring! And the barbed bat in the neck! Ugh!

[The crowd's "Ooo!"s push Anarkist to continue his tirade. He lifts the limp Evans and yanks the bat from his hair. He tosses the bat aside, before jerking The Headliner into the air and slamming him into the ground with a powerbomb. Anarkist glares at the blood on the mat, coming directly from Hart's neck and spine. Taking into consideration his own "spiked missile" invention, Anarkist decides to holds the baseball bat as he begins his climb up the cage wall.]

JP: Anarkist never had a better chance!

Sully: Don't count Hart Evans out of this one! He's already stirring!

[The crowd go into a frenzy as Anarkist reaches the midway point. The Headliner crawls and then stands. He staggers across the ring and takes a grip of the cage. He sinks his hands through the gaps in the steel and rattles the cage rabidly. Anarkist keeps his balance and grip, however he drops the bat. It falls to the ring, barely missing Hart Evans, who lifts the wood-and-barb weapon and holds it by the very tip of the handle. On the balls of his feet, Evans strikes the bat against Anarkist's rear. Anarkist shakes and attempts to climb further, but the barbed wire latches onto his tights. With a firm tug, Evans pulls Anarkist back down to the ring. Anarkist, however, lands immediately on top of Evans, crushing him into the mat. Both men lie in a heap in the ring as Chat Pattison, on the outside, clatters the cages side and calls for the men to continue.]

JP: Both men are out cold. Evans should have moved quicker!

Sully: This could go to either man!

JP: This is just brutal, do something Fozzy, stop this crazy match right now!

[The MWF's General Manager watches on as Hart Evans is the first man to move, he rolls onto his side and the crowd gasp as Evans coughs up blood....the blood spews onto the ring apron and then Evans begins to clamber to his feet. Anarkist is still down, the MWF World Champion is holding his back and has his eyes shut with the pain. Hart Evans is on his feet and the jeers give Anarkist a sense that something is wrong, Evans grabs Anarkist's head and drags him back into the ring.]

Sully: Come on Evans, finish him off...just strike him down and then get the hell out of the cage.

JP: He should have gone then, he hasn't finished with Anarkist, he wants to destroy him.

Sully: I hope he does, it is about time the MWF World Champion got destroyed.

JP: Anarkist! Anarkist! Anarkist!

[The crowd are roaring the name of the MWF World Champion as Hart Evans looks to irish whip him, but Anarkist keeps hold of "The Headliner's" arm and Evans comes running into the arm of Anarkist and is dropped to the mat. Evans immediately attempts to get up but the large boot of Anarkist stamps on his chest and he screams at Evans to give in and stop the match....but Evans shakes his head and Anarkist slams the heel of his boot into the mouth of Hart Evans.]

Sully: The bastard!

JP: I don't think Hart Evans is going to be smiling for a while Sully.

Sully: Me neither, that was disgraceful.

[Blood seeps from the mouth of Hart Evans, but Anarkist ignores it and pulls Hart Evans to his feet. "The Headliner" is sent into the turnbuckle as Anarkist comes charging after him and the crowd roar as the huge foot of Anarkist connects with the face of the smaller Hart Evans. Anarkist turns taunts to the crowd....he then grabs Hart Evans and hoists him onto his shoulders, sending the crowd wild with excitement.]

JP: Broken Rule! Broken Rule! Broken Rule!

Sully: Son of a....

[Anarkist looks for the Broken Rule but to the disappoint of the crowd then Hart Evans gets out of the position and drops down to low blow the MWF World Champion....Anarkist clutches his lower regions..."The Headliner" smiles and the crowd suddenly scream as out of nowhere Hart Evans executes The Headliner on Anarkist...the MWF World Champion is out cold as Hart Evans drives him into the canvas and screams with delight as an unconscious Anarkist is flat out in the ring.]

JP: Oh my God no!

Sully: The MWF World Champion isn't going to be one for very long, this could be all over right now folks because Hart Evans just hit The Headliner on Anarkist.

[Hart Evans slides from the ring and quickly places his hands on the side of the cage and begins to climb, quickly climbing as fast as he can.....not stopping or looking back, the cage shakes as he climbs but he keeps going and going....Chad Pattison watches on as he reaches the top and he glances back to see the MWF World Champion still out cold in the ring.]

JP: He's going to do it, I can't believe it, it just can't be happening, Anarkist can't be knocked out.

Sully: I think you'll find he can....and he is!

[Hart Evans places one leg over the cage and with a look of complete satisfaction he places the second leg over and climbs down the cage to the jeers of the crowd, Rick Jones and Amanda are on the outside and the three of them embrace as Hart Evans reaches the bottom. Fozzy roars for the cage to be opened and Chad Pattison fumbles with the lock as medics wait to get in the ring.]

Peter Santos: And your winner, and through to the final, Hart Evans!

JP: My God! I didn't believe it could happen, but God damn it has, Anarkist has been knocked out in the semi-final by his own countrymen.

Sully: I told you it would happen and you wouldn't believe me, you are a fool JP.

JP: I didn't think it would end this soon, poor Anarkist he must be gutted to lose.

Sully: Of course he is, but if he is as good as you say he is then surely he should have won this match and be in the final....but now Hart Evans is in the final to represent Canada.

JP: These Canadian's are everywhere.

Sully: Such a successful race, if they bred like chinese we'd all be in trouble.

JP: We sure would, I mean Anarkist is Canadian and look at the talent he has.

Sully: How can you talk about Anarkist as the finest Canadian when he's not even in the final!

[The "Canadian Connection" walk up the ramp, helping Hart Evans as he limps heavily...blood trickling from his wounds. Rick Jones looks back over his shoulder and sees General Manager Fozzy glaring after him, Rick Jones recieves jeers from the crowd as he gives Fozzy the finger.]

JP: Just look at that! Look at the disrespect....how can Hart Evans even be allowed into the tournament in the first place.

Sully: Because Wildfire decided to go....and now we're seeing Hart Evans in his rightful place, he's going to be "The Headliner" tonight at Vacation.

JP: But who will he face, Sam King or The Jeopardizer? For the sake of the MWF I hope it's "Jay-Z" who makes it through.

Sully: He'll have to make it through the brick wall that is Sam King, "The King" hasn't had the best form here in the MWF at the moment but I bet my bottom dollar he'll have something up his sleeve to make sure he wins this match tonight.

JP: We all remember the look on his face when he was beaten....

Sully: Screwed out of the title at MAYhem...it was terrible, I could have cried when The Jeopardizer appeared with that chair.

JP: But that was two months ago, you look at Sam King's form since then and he sure as hell doesn't look like a contender to this MWF World Title...I'm not sure why he's even in this match.

Sully: He's here because he's a top MWF star, and tonight is a night for stars.

JP: The Jeopardizer has been in great form and if he can keep that form going tonight then he could become an MWF World and Xtreme Champion.

Sully: Sam King's not going to let that happen....

JP: We're going backstage right now to see The Jeopardizer with Fozzy.

[The camera cuts backstage and we're with The Jeopardizer, he stands with the MWF's General Manager at his side....he is just behind the entrance curtain, Ian Gonzales walks up with a mike and shoves it right in the face of "Jay-Z".]

The Jeopardizer: Ian, do you mind?

Gonzales: Wondering if we could get a few words?

The Jeopardizer: Can't you see I'm trying to prepare...

Gonzales: Any words for Sam King?

The Jeopardizer: I am going to let my wrestling do the talking, the time for words between me and Sam is finally over and he will realise why we've been kept apart so long.

Gonzales: Fozz, do you think Jay can do it tonight?

Fozzy: There's no doubt in my mind that ever since they formed as a tag team that Jay has been the better wrestler and he always will be. Sam King is a failure, he had his chance and he failed miserably and now I have the two best wrestlers in the MWF under my command and we're going to cement our rule on the MWF.

Gonzales: What are you going to do if neither The Jeopardizer or Anarkist get to the final?

Fozzy: You'll just have to wait and see.

Gonzales: Are you worried about President Edward Walker? Do you think he has something up his sleeve tonight?

Fozzy: Do I look like a man who is worried about another has-been like Walker?

Gonzales: No you both look worriedly relaxed...

Fozzy: There you go then, now enough of your interview, it's time for the match to get done and dusted.

[Fozzy grabs Ian Gonzales, and throws him out of the camera shot, a large 'OW!' resounds as Gonzales crashes into something, Fozzy turns to The Jeopardizer.]

Fozzy: Ready?

The Jeopardizer: Ready? I've been waiting months for this day to come round....think I'm going to waste my time and not be ready, Sam King is going through that bed of nails even if I have to go into it myself.

Fozzy: Live by the sword, die by the sword.

The Jeopardizer: That's what they say.

[The camera is in the arena and the crowd roar with excitement after seeing The Jeopardizer backstage and hearing what he had to say.]

JP: That is one prepared wrestler, he's ready to defeat Sam King tonight....to beat the beast so to speak.

Sully: Two men have for months now had to look at each other from a distance, tonight it is all turned on its head and they battle to what could be the death.

JP: We almost don't need to build-up this match, it's been coming for so long.

Sully: Just sit back and watch the drama unfold.

JP: It will be dramatic that's for sure, with a man like Sam King in the match, he's not called "The Dramatist" for nothing.

Sully: You know the rules of this match JP?

JP: It's pretty simple, the first man to impale his opponent on the bed of nails will be in the final against Hart Evans for the MWF World Title.

Sully: Always telling his straight, it's simple then, stick a nail in your opponent's head or any other part of the body using a move of some force and you've won.

JP: Sounds easy doesn't it?

Sully: I bet it isn't!