[ The crowd is in a frenzy after the main event, seeing Leandro pull off yet another impressive win. Mike Miller put on a great showing, leaving a mark with the fans, and Grudge painting his name all over the main event, making a bold statement to the champ! Their are gripped in a frenzy when suddenly "End of Days" by Fozzy comes onto the PA system, causing an even greater reaction from the people in attendance. ]
JP: There he is folks the man that beat Anarkist to win the MWF tournament!
Sully: My ass!
JP: Pardon me?
Sully: He didn't "beat" Anarkist, Anarkist walked out!
JP: He did, but in the end Storm was credited with the win. A count out is still a loss! Anarkist knew what he was doing when he walked out of the ring, he made a choice and paid the price!
Sully: It's a disgrace if you ask me! A stain in the history books that credits someone like that man to get credited with a win over Anarkist!
[ Jason Storm walks out onto the stage and the fans are going nuts. He acknowledges their cheers as he descends the ramp, heading for the ring. He steps into the ring and before he even gets the chance to reach the center of it, "Natural Life" hits for a third time this evening! ]
JP: This guys needs to get off his own show! This is the third time tonight!
Sully: I love it, the man is a genius! Look at this place, we're here because of him, so I think you'd best start showing a little more respect.
JP: True, but doesn't mean I have to like him!
[ Marcus Anderson strolls out onto the ramp followed shortly thereafter by his partner in crime, Ed Johnson. Followed moments later by the massive frame of a very familiar face. Lee Watson strolls out behind Anderson and Johnson, clad in an expensive looking suit. Could Watson be the new "Assistant"? Anderson and Johnson look to be in above ordinary good moods. Johnson has a mic in hand and cuts off Anderson's theme song and the jeers of the fans. Storm leans against the ropes attentively. ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason.. Welcome back to the very ring in which you won the MWF Tribute trophy. Congratulations are definately in order. The roster is filled with men that you clambored over in your attempt to reach the very pinnacle of where you are now.
[ Jason Storm nods and smiles real big. ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: And even though that complete idiot, Anarkist lost because he was a complete and utter drain on the direction of where this company is going, there had to be a winner... That winner of the MWF 2005 Trophy is you... We decided to do this the right way, so smile Jason.. You Deserve This...
[ The lights in the arena dim slightly...the starting riffs of Metallica's "Master of Puppets" play over the loudspeakers. The raven-haired beauty walks down the rampway, looking around the arena with a million-dollar smile on her face. The newly hired “Assistant” of the NLR, Sinnocence, has appeared finally. She stops for a moment and licks her lips, staring down at the man in the ring with a look of deviousness on her face. ]
JP: Oh my gawd!
Sully: Sweet merciful crap, look at that! She is gorgeous!
[ Sinn holds a glittering trophy in her hands....everyone in the arena is cheering for the first female wrestler of the NLR. Marcus Anderson...as well as General Manager Johnson are ecstatic to have her among their ranks. The spotlight heads to be directly over her as her booted feet make loud clicking noises on the ramp way. The harsh light accents the shadows along her curvaceous and well-toned body. Her arms shown off by the hunter green tank top...and those great hips and thighs accented by the tight leather pants...]
Sully: I… I don’t know what to say!
JP: The Trophy is very impressive!
Sully: Are you gay?
JP: What!? I’m a happily married man, than- …
Sully: Because only a homosexual would be looking at the trophy right now! And last I checked, Troy Knight quit earlier tonight!
[ After flipping her raven tendrils of hair out of her face, Sinnocence carefully climbs into the ring through the ropes, being held open by Jason Storm in the ring. She quickly thrusts the trophy over her head and just smirks maliciously as the audience goes wild. ]
JP: Sully, this is no time to pray! She is a very beautiful woman, but she’s I doubt she’s here to hurt anyone!
Sully: Please let me trade places with Jason Storm …. Please let me trade places with Jason Storm …. Huh? What was that John?
[ She's followed to the ring by three men Johnson, Anderson, and it appears Lee "Razor" Watson. No-ones really playing them much mind though, as thy follow the beauty into the ring. Sinnocence hands the trophy to Lee Watson, as Johnson starts back in... ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Jason, there's just one thing left on your to-do list here in the NLR Jason, and that's the NLR Legacy Championship...
[ The fans go nuts as a Storm versus Leandro feud would be a big deal. But power corrupts, and as you know.. He signals to Watson, who nods, and presents the trophy to Storm. As he reaches to accept, Watson plants a size 13 boot to the midsection of Storm, and the fans erupt into a chorus of boos. ]
JP: Oh No!! The NLR can't soil the legacy of the MWF like this!!!
Sully: Too late John, looks like they just did!
[ Anderson gives the motion, and Watson shatters the trophy into pieces, over the head of Storm, sending the ringside fans at a frenzy. The base and random parts of the trophy litter the ring around Storm, who is laid out and split open, and the ring becomes covered in crimson very quickly. Johnson begins screaming like a lunatic, as EMTs run down and attend to Storm. ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: And That is That about the Maximum Wrestling Federation!!! Farewell and Good Riddance!! I've had it up to here with all the pissing and moaning about things that went on in the past... This is NOT the past, this IS the future!! This IS the Next Level!! This is what the MWF could never be, and After tonight, there will be no doubt that the MWF is Dead!!! Gone... Buried.. History.. Kaput.. Finished!! End of Story!! In fact if any former Maximum Federation Wrestler wants to debate that fact, I suggest you come out here now, while we're still in a good mood.
[ Leandro!! Leandro!! Leandro!! The fans all expect, because they're simple-minded.. It errupts into "EPIC" proportions however, as "Larger Than Life" by the Backstreet Boys begins to play, and Troy Knight appears on the rampway, and he begins running to the ring... ]
JP: TROY KNIGHT!
Sully: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!
[ The fans are going insane at this point! Storm is being looked at by EMT's with blood littering the ring. Troy Knight's music just blasted through the arena, and the man that quit the NLR only a few hours ago! In the ring, Watson has stopped grinning at Storm and turned his attention to the charging Knight, as do Johnson and Anderson. As they turn around though, they are met with the extended forearms of Troy Knight, who doesn't even slow down. As Troy knocks the two top dog's of the NLR to the ground, Watson slides out of the ring in an attempt to stop Troy, but to no avail. ]
JP: Look out!
[ Watson reaches the outside by Troy is way ahead of him. He grabs Razor by the back of the head and keeps on running, bringing Razor with him. Troy runs Lee's face right into the ring post, making him do a 180 in mid-air and busting him open at the same time. Troy then slides into the ring, leaving Anderson, Johnson and Watson on the outside. As Troy gets into the ring, we can see Sinn cautiously standing in the corner. Troy doesn't even notice her though, as he goes right for the mic that has been placed on the ring apron. ]
Sully: Hasn't he said enough for today? This Anti-NLR jerk needs to stop sticking his nose where it doesn't belong!
Troy Knight: There it is ladies and gentlemen! The reason I so sorely needed to sway me in the right direction!
[ The crowd blows up into another huge roar. Troy looks down at Marcus and Ed who are now inching to their feet. ]
Troy Knight: Stupid Marcus and "Small" Johnson over there gave me no reason to stick around ... until just now! The MWF is far from dead, and I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and watch you two pukes make a mockery out of it, everything it stands for and everything it built! If it weren't for the MWF you two monkeys would be carrying my bags to and from my limo to the bus boy at the hotel's hands! Consider this my official resignation from "mentor" and activation on the full time active roster!
JP: He's back! He's back! He's back!
Sully: Who cares? Who cares? Who cares?
[ The roof of the building is simply blown to pieces by the thundering of the fans. Troy Knight has just announced that he is returning to the ring and the fans couldn't be happier. At this point Ed Johnson has picked up the mic again and Mr. Anderson is yelling at Lee, pointlessly, to get to his feet. ]
"Big" Ed Johnson: Not so fast Mr. Knight! You made your choice earlier tonight! This is not some childish game where you can just come and go as you please. Pick up your ball and go home when things don't go your way, but come prancing back into the picture when things get fun again! Need I remind you that you quit earlier tonight! You made your bed, now you need to sleep in it!
[ The fans change their cheerful tone to a hateful jeering aimed solely at Ed Johnson. Troy looks fuming in the ring. Marcus Anderson, turns his head at hearing what Johnson said, and quickly walks over to him. Troy looks at the two men, whispering to each other in annoyance. ]
Troy Knight: Are you two almost finished whispering sweet nothings to each other?
[ Mr. Anderson turns in angrily at Troy and grabs the mic from Johnson's hands. ]
Marcus Anderson: You sir are in no position to be making insults! I had an inclining that something like this might happen, and so I came prepared. Troy, let me introduce you to the luscious, Jada Kaine-McCoy, or as she prefers to be called, Sinnocence!
[ Troy looks back at Marcus Anderson in confusion and then we see Sinnocence get a huge grin across her face. He sexily walks across the rings and grabs hold of Troy's shoulders, spinning him around to face her. She smiles somewhat as she pulls her shoulders back, giving Troy a little more to look at. Troy looks down, unimpressed by her voluptuous chest. This triggers her to run her finger down Troy's chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt and licking her lips. Troy remains still, completely unimpressed. ]
JP: Dear lord what the hell is that!
Sully: I'm going to need a minute here JP!
[ Troy shakes his head in disgust and brushes Sinnocence's hand off his chest and spins back around, facing Marcus Anderson, Sinnocence is seen pouting behind Troy. ]
Troy Knight: You are a lot dumber than I thought! Marcus, you really are stupid, I don't know if you've noticed, but uh ... I don't bat on the same side of the plate as you! So I don't know what you were trying to accomplish with Tits McGee over there, but ...
Marcus Anderson: Troy, I know full well that you are as flaming as homosexuals come! Although you may question my intelligence, that is a move you will soon regret. Sinnocence is not here to seduce you -
[ Troy raises an eyebrow to Marcus, not sure what he meant by that last statement. Behind Troy however, Sinnocence's pouting has transformed into a sadistic grim, she quickly reaches down and will every last ounce of strength in her body, drives her forearm into Troy's groinal area. Troy's eyes widen twice their size and he is forced to double over. Troy drops to his knees and Sinnocence then pushes on the back of his head, sending Knight into the shattered remains of the MWF Trophy. ]
Marcus Anderson: Troy, you lie in the ashes of your burned down empire! Breath in the the shards of glass and let them rip at you like they do the memory of everyone who was forced to bare witness to it! I'm going to accept you back onto my roster, for the sole reason that I'm going to put you through hell simply because of what you stand for. I will punish you for believing in the MWF and thinking that it was better than the NLR! And like I said at Threshold, you're mine to book whenever and wherever I want! So Troy, it starts next week! In your very first match coming out of retirement will be next week and you're going to step into the ring with our new "Assistant", Sinnocence!
JP: What? She can wrestle too?
Sully: This is unbelievable! What can't this woman do?
Marcus Anderson: Oh, and you can have whatever is left of that piece of shit you're lying in! Keep it as a constant reminder that what you once loved and cherished ... has been revolutionized! Ladies and gentlemen ... I present to you, the loser of the MWF Trophy ... Troy Knight!
[ The crowd erupts in jeers at Mr. Anderson who stands next to Ed Johnson, the duo laughing at Troy. They are joined by Sinn, who exits the ring, and by Lee Watson who has now gotten back to his feet. All four of them make their way up the ramp and stare down at Troy who raises his face from the mat, pieces of glass falling from cuts on his cheek, and murmurs inaudible profanities at the "Powers That Be". We fade to black with the three men and one woman smiling at what they've done. ]
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