The scene opens up in the sold out Continential Airlines arena in East Rutherford NJ. The place is hopping and the scene is Trent Brown and Keith Kincaid at ringside.
TB: Well it’s great to be back folks, nothing is worse than watching someone else do your job.
KK: Especially if it’s Kristin Thomas, man she was bad, I’m glad you’re back buddy.
TB: Thanks Keith. Now I’m ready to get back to business and that is announcing matches. I believe first we have a good one.
Joseph Kaitlin bounces back and forth, waiting his opponent, when "The Enemy" by Sevendust hits the loud speakers.
TB: Wait a minute, that's not Mental Mark's music!
Tristan Wolfe emerges from behind the curtain to a huge ovation as he walks down the rampway towards the ring.
TB: It's Tristan Wolfe! Tristan's back!
KK: Yeah, well where was he last week!? Matter of fact, where were YOU last week!?
Tristan Wolfe steps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes as he walks past Joseph who seems to have taken up a defensive position. Tristan walks over to the far ropes and motions for Erin Wallace to come over. She gets up from her chair and walks up to the ring as he kneels down and says something to her. She nods her head and then hands over the microphone to him. He winks at her before turning around and facing Kaitlin who, still, is ready for a fight. Tristan's music cuts off as chants of his name rise up through the crowd.
Tristan Wolfe: Now ah know that ye've got a very important match comin' up next young lad but, seein' as how yer new to the HWA, ah thought ah'd come out here and give ye an official welcome. See... there's a lot to know about the HWA and, truth be told, it has a long history behind it. Some of the best have wrestled in the HWA, people like legends: "Awesome D" Anderson, Judge, "The Chosen One" Damien Michaels, "The Sensation" Danny Starr, "The Suicidal Chyld" Fudge. Legends-in-the-making like Chase Dominek, Ryan Maxem, Sett, Morgoth, "Your Hero" Michael Diamond, Kevin Conner... the list goes on and on.
Tristan pauses, allowing the crowd to soak it all in as, oddly enough, the crowd cheered for every single name... everyone but "The Sensation" Danny Starr.
Tristan Wolfe: And now here ye stand in this ring, prepared to make yer mark on the sports entertainment industry. Not that ah question yer ability young Joseph, 'tis just ye dun't seem to fully realize what ye've gotten yerself into. See, right now, the HWA... unfortunately, seems to be run by a group called the Militia.
The crowd boos this aspect as Tristan nods his head in understanding.
Tristan Wolfe: Their whole moto is join them or be eaten, or some bag of bull shyt like that. Fact is young Joseph, the Militia consists of a group of the most cowardly individuals in the HWA. And when you get a group of cowards together like they have, they actually tend to be dangerous. Ye know why? Ah'll tell ye, because they do their little backstage antics where they run around ambushing people from behind and attacking them before they have a chance to defend themselves. Now ah see the look on yer face and ah can just tell that yer appaled by this but 'tis true. Case in point, last week, Dylan Wolfe has two of his friends attack me backstage! Ah mean, his friends! They aren't even wrestlers! Ah'm sorry, ah wasn't aware that ah could use mah friends as a resource to attack other wrestlers. Not only that, but get away with it as well! Just by curiousity, but how many of ye out there consider yerselves friends of Tristan Wolfe!?
The crowd roars his loud approval as Tristan smirks.
Tristan Wolfe: Well fuckin' eh, ah'm guessing that's about some-thousands of friends ah now have at mah disposal, eh? Movin' on, Joseph, let me give ye a little history lesson here. If ye'd kindly avert yer gaze to the HWATron.
Joseph backed away from Tristan as he looked back and forth between the HWATron and the man in the ring, not too sure if he should trust Tristan Wolfe just yet. The words "Militia" flash across it before it then cuts to an image of Grimjack. The fans boo loudly as Tristan smirks.
Tristan Wolfe: Now that man there is named Grimjack. Strange name for a strange man. See, he dun't seem too care about much anymore. Ah knew him on a personal basis once, but our lovin' president seems to have turned him against me and the fans. But, oh well, his loss ah suppose. Now Grimjack is forced to live out the rest of his days as a babysitter for the children. Which brings me to the next picture...
The HWATron comes on with an image of Ryan Maxem, again... more boos.
Tristan Wolfe: Ah yes, Ryan Maxem. A formidable opponent ah must say and, some speculate, the leader of this cowardly faction. Regardless if he's the leader, no matter where he goes, there's always one who follows...
Maxem's image transfers over and we see an image of Dylan Wolfe placed next to his.
Tristan Wolfe: Ah yes, there is, Maxem's lover Dylan Wolfe.
The crowd laughs at this as Joseph makes a disgusted look.
Tristan Wolfe: Aye, ye think that's disturbing lad... take a look at that their love spawn!
Maxem and Wolfe's image disappears as an image of Dan Sawyer in a diaper appears. The crowd laughs louder this time as Joseph, himself, can't help but laugh.
Tristan Wolfe: Ah yes, Diaper Dan... gotta love him! Movin' on...
Sawyer's image moves and an image of Fudge appears. Tristan seems to frown at this image as the fans boo loudly for a, once, popular superstar.
Tristan Wolfe: Ah yes, the candy man. Fudge is one of those Hall of Famers ah mentioned earlier. And, yes, he's won the World Championship 5 times. Now, normally, a man of greatness like this would never allign himself with such scum like the Militia. But ye know why he has? Because he is not a man of greatness... not anymore. He has been reduced to nothin' and now he struggles to hold onto a legacy which is beyond his grasp. He is a man that can, no longer, fight his own battles. So he enlists the aid of the Militia to do his dirty work.
Tristan turns his attention away from the HWATron as it shuts off and Joseph turns back to face the man who has interrupted his match.
Tristan Wolfe: Fact is lad, if ye want to survive in the HWA... dun't trust anyone!
Tristan tosses the mic aside carelessly as he slides out of the ring and walks back up the rampway as Joseph Kaitlin stands there in shock.
TB: Well I guess that Tristan providing some insight and pointers to the young Joseph Kaitlin but one has to wonder if what he did was wise.
KK: Are you kidding me Trent? He's just asking for the Militia to take him out with those type of comments!
TB: Well, I tend to agree with you on that one Trent. But, never-the-less, only Tristan Wolfe and his care-free style could bring you those type of words! Don't go anywhere folks, up next we have the first of many LMS qualifying matches!
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
TB: Well we are back from commercial. But Mental Mark hasn’t shown so I’ve been given word his match with Kaitlin is put back a week.
Hughson’s music hits and out he comes.
TB: This guy is an escaped mental patient why is he allowed to wrestle?
KK: Lot of escaped mental patients in HWA it’s no big thing.
"Irish Pub Song" by Flogging Molly hits and out walks St. Patrick getting a good reaction.
TB: Pat looks focused I think he really wants to win Last Man Standing.
They are in the ring and bell rings. St Patrick goes to tie up but Tarmen gets leverage and tosses him through the middle rope out of the ring.
KK: Tarmen looking to make this hardcore, good the HWA could use some edge.
Tarmen gets on the turnbuckle jumping off for a clothesline but Patrick catches his head and slams it into the guardrail and blood is running down. Patrick goes under the ring and finds some thing. Tarmen goes to stop him and Patrick reappears with a blowtorch and fires it in Tarmen’s face burning him.
TB: Jesus what happened to HWA while I was gone.
Tarmen is a mess and Patrick appears in control but Patrick goes to pull Tarmen up and Tarmen has a tazor in his pants and pulls it out and shocks Patrick right in the groin area. Patrick doubles over in pain as the boos reign down for Tarmen.
TB: Where is the referee I don’t remember this being hardcore rules.
KK: Oh shut up man I’m starting to miss Kristin. She was dumb too but at least she was hot.
Tarmen grabs St Patrick and tosses him in the ring. Tarmen gets in and goes to the turnbuckle. He leaps off hitting a frogsplash and covers Patrick. 1 . . . 2 . . . no Patrick kicks out. Tarmen is pissed and it seems like he’s talking to himself.
KK: That’s one crazy mofo.
Patrick is up and he blocks a punch from Tarmen and hits one of his own. He staggers Tarmen back then hits a clothesline. Patrick takes the opportunity to lock in a four leaf clover (figure four leg-lock).
TB: Patrick may have this there is his trademark.
Patrick is leaning back with everything he has applying pressure but Tarmen doesn’t want to tap. Tarmen crawls to the ropes and almost gets there but Patrick pulls him back, finally Tarmen can’t take more and submits.
TB: There he’s tapping so Patrick goes on to the next round.
Tarmen is up looking pleased with the accomplishment. Tarmen looks crushed like he really wanted to win. Patrick puts his hand out helping him up and they shake hands. The crowd applauses.
KK: What is this crap.
TB: Well it was a hard fought match. I wonder why the Militia didn’t interfere? I’m being sarcastic by the way.
"Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill hits and out walks Dan Sawyer, getting booed but he looks confident and he gets in the ring looking forward to the match.
TB: Dan Sawyer looks pretty sure of himself but he should realize his opponent is a two time Last Man Standing winner.
Dan Sawyer’s music ends and he is stretching against the ropes. But nothing happens.
KK: Where is Starr? I saw him earlier so I know he’s here.
Sawyer is saying something to Cunnningham the ref. Then Sawyer gets out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp and Cunningham follows him.
TB: Where are they going? Will there be a match?
Sawyer and Cunningham disappear offstage. Then the HWAtron comes on as a camera is following them backstage. Sawyer walks up to a door marked “Danny Starr’s locker room”. Sawyer kicks it down and Starr is sitting there on a couch.
Starr: Please don’t hurt me!
Sawyer: Why don’t you come to the ring!
Starr: I’m too scared!
Sawyer: Oh you weren’t so scared in your rap song that dissed me were you!
Sawyer grabs Starr by the collar and throws him into the wall. Then he picks him back up and throws him through a coffee table smashing it to pieces.
Starr: Please Dan you’re hurting me!
Sawyer: You make me sick.
Sawyer drags Starr into the bathroom and pushes his head into the toilet. Then he flushes it
Sawyer: Drink that pee water Starr!
Sawyer pulls Starr out and throws him down and Starr is choking. Sawyer slaps the Hall of Sensation on Starr, Starr’s own move a boston crab.
Starr: Ow it hurts! I give up I give up!
Cunningham followed Sawyer and is there and he raises Sawyer’s arm and he let’s Starr go.
Cunningham: Dan Sawyer wins and continues in the tournament!
Sawyer spits on Starr who is crying and walks out.
TB: Wow how embarrassing for an old HWA veteran like Starr. That has to be the low point of his life, getting beat like that by Dan Sawyer. Pathetic.
KK: Yeah that was difficult to watch.
Commercial break.
The camera switches over to what looks like the backstage area. Kristin is in the back dressing room area and she stands in front of a door with a gold name plate reading “Militia”. She pauses before the door taking a deep breath. She lifts her arm to the door and knocks on it with her knuckle. The door opens and Brian Knox stands in the doorway.
Kristin: Im looking for Ryan Maxem.
Without a word Brian steps aside opening the door wider ever so slightly. He peeks out into the hall scanning the hallway before letting Kristin and the camera man in. he grins at the cameraman for a second, laughs, and lets the two in. Stepping into the room Kristin looks around spotting several members all scattered throughout the room all getting ready for whats to come. Dylan is sitting on a bench lacing up his boots, and next to him Apollo is lecturing him. Fudge is seen sitting in a black leather chair sitting back relaxed he watches television as he seems to be already prepared for tonight. Looking around some more, Kristin finally spots Maxem not far from Fudge. He sits on another bench opposite corner from Dylan. Maxem sits alone taping up his hands. Kristin steps forward with the camera following she heads to Maxem. Maxem continues taping up his hands not realizing Kristin is behind him. She taps him on the shoulder getting his attention. He turns around and grins.
Maxem: Out of all the great talent in this room you come to me first?
Kristin steps backwards giving Maxem an evil look.
Kristin: Why the attitude Ryan. If I remember correctly we parted on a good note.
Maxem just begins laughing as Kristin grins back at him not understanding what could possibly be so funny.
Kristin: Whats so funny Ryan?
Maxem: Your cameraman has his barn door open.
Maxem continues laughing, and Kristin and her cameraman are both confused.
Kristin: His barn door is open?
Maxem begins laughing histerically getting the attention of everyone in the room. Curious to see what all the commotion is about Fudge gets up and walks over to Maxem.
Fudge: Whats so funny over here?
Maxem: Kristin is a blonde.
Fudge looks at Kristin lowering his eyebrows. He checks her out for a minute finding nothing funny about her whatso ever. Fudge glimpses over at the cameraman who still has his zipper down. Fudge laughs.
Fudge: Hey pal…your fly is open.
Kristin: His what?
Maxem and Fudge now both laughing about the cameraman having his zipper down. Kristin embarresed about being in the room with Maxem and Fudge laughing at her she decides its time to leave. Heading to the door Knox there once again opens the door for the two. Knox looks at the cameraman who walks out first.
Knox: Hey pal…your zipper is down.
The cameraman looks down and finds that he can see his boxer shorts which have little smiley faces all over them. Without hesitation he quickly zips his pants back up. Kristin looks over at the cameraman giving him a dirty look before walking out.
Kristin: They were all laughing at me because you had your damn zipper down?
The cameraman mearly shrugs his shoulders and begins walking away. Leaving Kristin in the hallway with nothing to do that she can think of. The door behind her closes only to open again in a period of less then ten seconds. Maxem walks out and Kristin still standing in the same spot she was when she walked out…this time without a cameraman. Maxem smiles as Kristin gives Ryan a look like what do you want again.
Maxem: Listen, Im sorry I didn’t just tell you straight out about that guys zipper being down, but the boxers made it all so much funnier.
Kristin obviously still abset about the little incident. Ryan stands in the doorway thinking of a way to make it up to her when he spots Tristan walking down the hall. Ryan leaves the door open but goes back into the room as Tristan walks up to Kristin.
Tristan: Just the lass I was looking for.
Kristin: This isn’t a good time Tristan.
Tristan: Whats wrong lass, and why are you looking into this room with that young lad watching television? Whos room is this anyways?
Thinking to herself that this isn’t the best place for Tristan to be she looks at him and she looks sad as hell. All Tristan can do is comfort young Kristin, and tell her everything will be okay. Unfortunalty for Tristan he doesn’t realize about eight members of the Militia are all in that one room. Suddenly Maxem stands in the doorway with a baseball bat. Behind him stand Brian Knox, Dylan, and Apollo. Fudge continues to watch television not realizing whats even going on. Maxem shuts the door and all the men stand behind him. Tristan doesn’t see that Maxem and his buddies were there since he had his back to the door as he held Kristin’s head on his shoulder as she cried about the embaresing situation she was just in. Hearing the door close Tristan turns around only to stand in the path of Ryan Maxem and the Militia. Tristans eyes widen as he takes a step back. Maxem simply smiles and snaps his fingers as each man pounces on Tristan like prey and begin beating him as Kristin jumps back screaming. Maxem takes a few shots with the baseball bat on Tristan. Soon Tristan is nothing but a motionless body outside the Militia locker room. Dylan smiles and gets in the face of the unconscious body of Tristan.
Dylan: I wanted to be friends before Tristan, maybe you shouldn’t have turned that down. Now everywhere you go you gotta watch your back. And if you don’t, you should cuz the Militia is watching you!
After that statement the men leave Tristan outside on the ground and all Kristin can do is scream and yell for help. Soon security runs up as the camera switches back to ringside with Keith, and Trent.
KK: Did you see what the Militia has just done to Tristan?
TB: It’s a horrible site back there, I hope Syren doesn’t go back there. Who knows what that damned Militia will do to her.
KK: Who cares, they are proving they are the dominant group in HWA, and its doubtful that they will be stopped.
TB: Neil will do something.
KK: Damn suckup.
TB: Enough about the damn Militia on to the next match.
Sawyer and Mysterio are already in the ring and St Patrick’s music Irish Pub Song hits and out he walks getting applause. But then from behind the entire Militia, Maxem, Grimjack, Fudge, Dylan and Brian Carter come running out with baseball bats and start beating Patrick down. The crowd is booing.
TB: What is this mayhem?
KK: Oh you’re just pissed that Grimjack gave you that chokeslam through a table.
TB: Wouldn’t you be too?
The Militia is done beating Patrick down and they drag him to the ring and toss him in. The bell rings and Sawyer goes for a cover on Patrick going for an easy win but Mysterio kicks him off.
TB: So they thought they’d get an easy win for Sawyer huh well Mysterio isn’t in the Militia so he may have other ideas.
The Militia members are outside the ring yelling obscenities at Mysterio for kicking Sawyer off and he ignores them. Sawyer is up talking trash to Mysterio and Mysterio punches him down as the crowd applauses. Mysterio goes to bounce off the ropes to do a move on Sawyer but Grimjack reaches through the ropes and pulls Mysterio’s leg. Cunningham the ref sees and starts yelling at Grimjack meanwhile on the other side of the ring Maxem slides in a steel chair to Sawyer. St. Patrick is up still feeling the cobwebs and Sawyer goes to hit him with the chair but Patrick does a drop kick sending the chair right into Sawyer’s face.
KK: Of all the massive backfires!
St. Patrick is still tired. Mysterio comes over and grabs him and hits a snowplow move right on the chair.
TB: Requiem's Exodus RIGHT on the chair wow this must be over.
Mysterio covers 1 . . . 2 . . . but no Sawyer breaks up the count. Mysterio gets up and starts laying into Sawyer with rights and then irish whips him right into Patrick who hits a drop toe hold right into the chair.
TB: Mysterio is the only one not getting that chair used on him.
Grimjack pulls a table out from under the ring and throws it in. The crowd starts going nuts at this.
KK: I guess the ref is allowing it. This is a match to determine the contender to the X-treme title anyway.
Suddenly "The Enemy" by Sevendust hits and out walks Tristan Wolfe as the fans love it.
TB: He must not appreciate seeing his friend Patrick getting beat on by thugs, not to mention he probably didn’t appreciate the attack backstage.
The Militia members are facing Tristan yelling at him to bring it. Everyone is paying attention to Tristan even the ref. Suddenly Syren hops over from in the crowd and goes in the ring. She gets on the turnbuckle and jumps off giving a hurricuranna to Sawyer. Mysterio sees this but Syren kicks the chair up with her feet and in one motion catches it and hits Mysterio in the head with it. St. Patrick covers Sawyer . . . the ref sees 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! The Militia can’t believe it happened so fast. Tristan ran back up the ramp and Syren helped Patrick escape through the crowd before they could do anythig and the fans are cheering for Syren.
KK: What the hell was that!
TB: The Militia got a little taste of their own medicine.
KK: Hit and runs aren’t the Militia’s style, they stay and fight. Well all that means is that Patrick gets to have his Irish ass handed to him by Dylan again. And something tells me the Militia will get back at them before the night is over.
Raines is in the ring. Then "Reconnect" by Sevendust hits and out walks Dylan with his Militia X-treme belt and the fans are booing. He gets in the ring like it'’ nothing and Raines goes to attack him but Dylan handles it with ease turning a clothesline into an armbar. He let'’ it go not worrying about the arm too much and mocks Raines.
TB: Wolfe looking good so far. But where is the Militia?
KK: Dylan doesn’t need their help to beat this scrub.
Raines is up and charges Dylan and Dylan ducks a clothesline and flips Raines over.
KK: Dylan is just toying with this kid.
Dylan pulls Raines up and signals for the Lone Wolfe Driver. Raines can’t do anything and Dylan hits it. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3.
TB: Pretty easy win, how embarassing for Raines.
Dylan is celebrating holding the belt when "Irish Pub Song" by Flogging Molly hits and the crowd goes nuts as St Patrick is running down the ramp. He slides in and Dylan goes for a clothesline but Patrick ducks it and Dylan bounce off the ropes right into a super kick from Patrick. Dylan is up groggy and Patrick picks up the X-treme belt and devestates Dylan with it. Patrick holds up the title belt like it’s his and the fans cheer his name. Suddenly the Militia spills out from the back running down the ramp. The fans are booing and Patrick notices and hops out of the ring and escapes through the crowd and the Militia is helping Dylan up and he looks pissed as hell.
TB: Well Patrick gets an X-treme title shot so Dylan won’t have to wait too long for revenge. But it looks like the HWA is fighting back against the Militia huh Keith?
KK: Dirty guerilla tactics, it’s cowardly.
HWAtron comes on. Ryan Maxem is once again seen backstage this time he is alone. He seems to be walking around the back area looking for something, or maybe even someone. Altering seeing the brutal attack on Tristan earlier it wont be surprising to see if he beats on someone else. After minutes of what seems to be pointless rummaging through the back Maxem finally finds what he’s looking for. He stops in front of a door reading “recording room”. Ryan smiles, and walks in without knocking. There is one man in the room, and Maxem greets him.
Maxem: Hey.
Man: Hey…you’re Ryan Maxem.
Maxem: Yeah…what of it?
Maxem gets an angry look of hatred on his face as he’s about ready to make this man the next victim.
Man: Whoa…hold on. Don’t get all pissed at me, I’m a fan. I never really get to see the actual wrestlers. I’m always locked up back here in this room making sure nothing goes wrong with the video equipment.
Maxem: Well in that case maybe I could use you…
Man: Really?
Maxem: Yeah…
Man: Its gona cost you…
Maxem grins over at the man who in turn gets out of his seat and throws his hand up in the air like he doesn’t want any trouble with Ryan.
Man: I was just kidding about it costing you.
Maxem: I’m not really in a joking mood right now.
Man: Well what is it you need from me?
Maxem: First of all, when I go out to the ring later, and I give the word, I want you to make an icon for SNM.
Man: SNM?
Maxem smiles and walks further into the room looking through tons of audio/video equipment.
Maxem: Saturday Night Militia.
Man: I could be fired for that…I just can’t do it.
Still rummaging through the HWA equipment Ryan does hesitate to respond to the man.
Maxem: Don’t worry about being fired. After all…Grimjack, and Jackson are members.
Man: Ahh…good point. What exactly are you looking for?
Maxem: I’m looking for the best camera you guys got in the room. I have something I wana do.
Man: What exactly are you planning now?
Maxem: A brief commercial for LMS. Maybe an advertisement for the Militia too.
Both men smile and begin laughing. Ryan can’t wait until the PPV reveling his true plans for the future of the HWA. Suddenly the man goes under the desk he’s sitting at and pulls out one of the cameras interviewers use. Maxem smiles and walks over to the man grabbing the camera. The man begins showing Maxem how to properly use the camera. Showing him all the buttons, and what they do suddenly Maxem stops him.
Maxem: I think I can figure the rest out for myself. Can’t be too complicated. I have some things that need to get done so if you’ll excuse me.
Man: One thing Mr. Maxem.
Maxem: Yeah?
Man: Will you sign something for my son?
Maxem: Yeah sure…no problem. But can it wait? Ill bring back something real good later, Ill even have the whole crew sign it for you.
Man: You will really do that for me?
Maxem: Yeah sure…you helped me out here didn’t you? I guess I owe you.
Man: Just try not to break any of the stuff ok?
Maxem simply smiles to the man before walking out of the room. With his new toy Maxem walks around the back room looking for something to record. After walking around Maxem doesn’t seem to find anything worth taping, and as he heads back to his team locker room he notices something interesting going on. He sees Syren walking towards what seems to be the Militias locker room. She has a baseball bat in hand, and she stops in front of the door, and looks around to make sure nobody is looking. Maxem goes behind a corner and sticks out just the camera so it’s recording what Syren does. Syren doesn’t see anybody looking and she lifts the bat up like she’s about to swing. Sure enough with all her might she swings the bat hitting the door to the Militia locker room. The bat penetrates the door creating a huge crack down the spot she hit. The door splits on the inside and the members inside are shaken about the sudden noise. Syren begins running down the hall with the bat in the direction Maxem is. Syren knows if the members of the Militia spot her they will be after her for sure, but she doesn’t know Maxem is around the corner. Maxem still watching through the camera lenses just watching Syren run his way. Soon when she is close enough and about to turn the corner, Maxem holds out the camera swinging is hitting Syren in the stomach. Syren takes a hard fall to the ground dropping the bat, and it rolls away a bit.
Maxem: Aww shit…so much for being careful with the camera.
Maxem stands tall above the fallen body. He walks to the open hall to where the members of the Militia who are outside can see him. He calls for them to come to him as he starts kicking Syren.
Maxem: I got her over here boys.
Dylan, Knox, Grimjack, Sawyer, and Apollo come running and Ryan continues kicking his ex all over. Dylan gets to Ryan and picks up the baseball bat. Syren who is laying on the ground in sever pain is squirming all over as the members of the Militia now begin to beat on her. Dylan gives her a real hard kick to the stomach and begins yelling profanities at her.
Wolfe: That’s for breaking our door bitch!
Maxem smiles, and takes the bat from Dylan and tells him it won’t be necessary. After every man gets at least one shot in on Syren the members have had enough and feel she has learned her lesson. They begin walking back to the room, and Dylan comments on the camera Maxem is carrying.
Wolfe: What’s the deal with the camera?
Maxem: I’m going to make a video about every person in the HWA we beat the hell out of. Ill tell ya more about it later. Lets get back to the room, and see if we can get that door fixed.
The Militia peacefully walks back to the locker room, and they all seem to check out the mark on the door as they head back in. The camera switches back to ring side with Keith and Trent.
TB: Now do you see what they have done! Maxem just attacked his own ex girlfriend. Now we know why Maxem and Syren broke up…he beat her.
KK: Oh shut the hell up Trent…we all know Maxem made her leave because of the baby thing.
"Room To Breathe" by Project Wyze hits and Masters walks out looking pissed that he has to do this match.
TB: Tell me how it is fair that this is a triple threat match where there are two Militia members and then Draven Masters?
KK: You learn to deal in this business.
"Whisper" by Evanescence hits as Fudge walks out getting booed. He gets in the ring and mocks Masters acting like he doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring.
KK: Hey Trent I heard that Fudge was offended that you were comparing Syren to him.
TB: Well that’s too bad for Fudge because I see a lot of similarities and anyway she beat his ass.
KK: Yeah but that match was messed up.
”Circles” plays as Maxem walks out and as he gets booed he flips off the crowd.
TB: Well at least it looks like the rest of the Militia will stay out of this one.
A song by Powerman 5000 hits and the rest of the Militia walks out, Grimjack, Dylan Wolfe, Sawyer, Carter.
KK: Ha ha spoke too soon.
Draven Masters looks like why me but he’s not scared. The bell rings and Fudge and Maxem shake hands, obviously on the same page. Masters sees what the deal is and gets ready. Maxem gets Masters in a grapple and the enemies try to get the upper hand. But Fudge is there with kicks to the ribs.
TB: This is a damn handicap match call it what it is.
Masters pushes Maxem down and then grabs Fudge and tosses him out of the ring and the crowd is loving how he’s fighting back. But then Maxem is back with punches and kicks. Masters irish whips Maxem across the ring but Maxem catches the ropes and stops himself and shakes his finger like nice try. Masters yells at Maxem to bring it but he doesn’t notice Fudge on the turnbuckle and Fudge jumps off hitting Masters from behind with a bulldog. Maxem is pointing and laughing how he tricked Masters and the boos are deafening.
TB: This is pathetic.
KK: I know, for Draven.
TB: No for Fudge and Maxem to think they’re big men when they’re double teaming one guy.
Masters gets to his feet slowly shaking the cobwebs. But Maxem is right there with fists of fury and the crowd hates it. Masters is getting lit up and he tries to fight back and he ends up pushing Maxem out of the ring. Then Fudge rushes him going for a side leg lariat but Masters ducks it and he rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Brian Carter and Dan Sawyer are there and they try to attack Masters but Cunningham sees and yells at them to stop or Masters wins by DQ.
TB: Well Ron Royalty made this match to try and break up the Militia but it has obviously backfired completely.
Grimjack gets on the apron and in Cunningham’s face arguing saying he’ll have him fired. While the ref doesn’t see all the Militia members outside the ring start stomping on Masters. Cunningham has had enough and punches Grimjack knocking him off the apron and goes to see what is going on and he yells at everyone to get off Masters. Masters looks like hell and he starts to get up while the Militia members stand around mocking him. Maxem pretends to look at his watch in the ring like Masters is taking too long. Masters slides in the ring and gets up but is immediately kicked to the gut and given the Technical Difficulties by Maxem. Right after Fudge hits a five star Fudgesplash.
TB: God no one can survive those two maneuvers back to back.
Maxem and Fudge both put their hands over Masters so they are both pinning him. Cunningham counts 1 . . . 2 . . . 3. He has no choice but to raise both their hands as the crowd boos.
TB: Wow that was pathetic. They both wanted to get a win so they both pinned him. Truly disgusting.
The rest of the Militia get in the ring and they are congratulating Maxem and Fudge as Masters is out. Suddenly Purple Haze hits and Jackson comes out getting booed, he has a mic.
Jackson: Ahh now was that not a great match? Great idea Ron. Now then on to the next match. See because I’ve decided to alter it. Don’t worry, it will still be Tristan Wolfe versus Syren for number one contender to the world title, with St. Patrick as referee. But one small change is that now the Militia will be lumberjacks for this match!
The crowd is booing as the Militia is in the ring applauding the decision.
Jackson: Now if Tristan, Syren and Patrick don’t get out here for this match they are fired so let’s start this!
"Numb" by Linkin Park hits as Syren, Tristan and St. Patrick come walking out together. Syren and Tristan both hold a tag team belt and Syren has the International belt as well.
TB: They are showing unity by coming out together even though they will be forced to battle it out, and Patrick must help decide a winner.
KK: Hopefully they don’t wimp out I want to see a good match.
TB: Me too while I think it’s deplorable the way Jackson is making these two lovers fight it’s undeniable that these are two of the HWA’s top stars and they both deserve to be World title contenders.
They walk by the Militia ignoring them as the Militia sneers. They get in the ring and Cunningham talks to Patrick who has a referee shirt on apparently making sure he knows the rules and such. Cunningham leaves the ring and the bell is wrung. The crowd is cheering for this despite the Militia they love both Tristan and Syren and want to see a good match.
TB: Now despite the Militia being here, they can’t interfere unless Tristan or Syren leave the ring, that’s how lumberjack matches work I believe. Or else Patrick can call for a disqualification.
KK: Yeah so something tells me Syren and Tristan want to stay in the ring.
TB: Creates a dillemma though, I’m sure they both don’t want to hurt each other but if they get their opponent out of the ring it obviously greatly increases their chances of winning.
Tristan and Syren shake hands and say something to each other and then they start circling as the crowd goes nuts. Tristan seems torn as this goes against everything he wants to do. He hesitates but Syren doesn’t and she grabs Tristan going for a grapple. Before Tristan knows what is happening Syren hops on his shoulders and turns it into a hurricurrana sending Tristan flying across the ring. The crowd is going nuts and Tristan gets up, Syren winks at him like it won’t be so easy so just fight already.
TB: Syren showing she wants that world title shot.
KK: Remind me not to get on her bad side.
Tristan is up and Syren charges him trying to go for a somersault move but Tristan sidesteps and she hits the turbuckle. Syren looks like she’s hurt and Tristan looks unsure what to do he stands over her but then she kicks him hard right in the stomach as she was not hurt after all. All the girls in the audience are cheering for her now. The Militia members outside the ring are laughing at how Tristan got kicked and Syren glares at them and yells at them to shut up. Tristan gets up and looks like alright enough. He grabs Syren and irish whips her hard into the turnbuckle and Syren stumbles out of it and Tristan gets her right in a belly to belly suplex. Syren is stunned by it and Tristan quickly locks on the Cloverleaf (Sharpshooter).
TB: Clever Tristan he will force her to submit, probably the most humane way to do this as she is not his enemy at all, he just wants to make this quick and easy, although it’s impossible to make it painless I suppose.
St. Patrick is asking Syren if she gives up and he looks like he hates to see her in pain. Syren yells at him never but Tristan puts more pressure on and she’s in bad pain. The crowd gets behind her chanting her name.
KK: Come on Syren!
TB: What are you a Syren fan now too Keith?
KK: Damn right she would be the hottest world champion ever!
Syren is in much pain but refuses to give in. She is far away from the ropes and can’t get Tristan to budge. It looks like she is about to tap and St. Patrick watches closely but then she uses her hands to push up and even though it makes it hurt worse she uses all her might to break out sending Tristan’s face crashing into the mat.
TB: Wow she powered out of the sharpshooter do you know how hard to do that is Keith?
KK: Yeah it’s next to impossible. But I have to think Tristan is letting up on her he doesn’t want to hurt her. Only explanation.
TB: I don’t know it looked like he had it on pretty good.
Syren is laying there holding her leg in pain trying to regain her strength. Tristan hurt his head on the mat and is dizzy from hit. They’re both down and St. Patrick remembers the rules and starts counting to ten, kind of fast, as he probably wouldn’t mind this match ending. But Syren uses the ropes to pull herself up and he has to stop. She is limping a little but Tristan is just starting to get up and is on one knee so she goes to rush him to do some running move but she overestimated what Tristan did to her leg and she collapses in pain.
TB: That’s a shame can she go on?
Suddenly though Grimjack is on the ring apron yelling something at St. Patrick, that he’s doing a terrible job as ref. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Maxem gets in the ring and is going over to Tristan to attack him. But St. Patrick realizes this is the Militia’s usual trick and turns around and sees him. He starts yelling at Maxem to get out of the ring or he’ll call for a dq. But as this is happening Dylan slides some brass knuckles into the ring to Syren. She sees them and grabs them, she looks over at Tristan who is up now.
KK: Do it Syren it’s you’re only shot!
Syren just chucks the brass knuckles at Dylan hitting him in the head with them and he falls down as the crowd loves it and is clapping.
KK: Stupid!
Syren pulls herself to her feet and Tristan is there and they face each other as the crowd is loving it. Syren looks fearless. Tristan looks like he feels bad but he knows she wants him to fight. They tie up and Tristan irish whips Syren and she comes back and he goes for a hip toss but she goes up and twists in mid air and hits a DDT on him on the way down.
TB: What a move and Syren goes for a cover!
Syren pins Tristan . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . but no he barely kicks out. Syren looks upset and asks St. Patrick if it was a slow count but then remembers this is her friend and he wouldn’t cheat her. She gets up and decides what to do, she goes to the top turnbuckle. The cheers rise up at this and Tristan is just getting up from the DDT and she leaps off hitting a massive missile drop kick on him sending him flying. Tristan is devestated and makes a fatal mistake sliding out the ring which is a usual tactic after getting lit up like this but he forgot the Militia was out there and they descend on him with kicks.
TB: Why would he go outside the ring! Syren must have scrambled his brains with that drop kick!
The Militia members are beating on Tristan and St. Patrick sees this and can’t let it continue. He runs across the ring and they don’t notice, he hits a baseball slide right on Maxem sending him smashing into the guardrail and the crowd is cheering this. The Militia ignores Tristan and they get in the ring and go after St. Patrick. He backs up as he is grossly outnumered. Grimjack rushes him first but Patrick ducks a clothesline and Grimjack is sent flying out of the ring on his butt. Dylan Wolfe steps up like that’s enough. Patrick is yelling at him to get his ass out of the ring or it’s a dq. Dylan looks over at Sawyer like who is this kid talking to me and when he isn’t paying attention Patrick smacks him in the face with a right hand and Dylan has a bloody nose.
KK: Come on can’t you guys handle one measily referee!
TB: Well that’s no ordinary referee Keith it’s Dylan’s next opponent!
Dan Sawyer and Brian Carter are there looking ready but they didn’t notice Syren on the top turnbuckle and she leaps off hitting a plancha on both of them knocking them down.
TB: What a plancha by Syren although she looks injured as well! This match is falling apart, big surprise!
Grimjack is back in the ring and is hitting Patrick with hard rights and lefts. Patrick battles back and gets Grimjack in the corner and is laying waste on him as the crowd cheers his name. But then Dylan is back up and grabs him in a full nelson from behind. Dylan is yelling at Grimjack to get some hits in and Grimjack gets up happy to oblige. Grimjack measures Patrick up and goes for a super kick but Patrick somehow breaks free and Grimjack hits Dylan flush in the jaw.
TB: Grimjack hit Dylan! Grimjack hit Dylan!
KK: Damn how can this get worse for the Militia.
Syren is starting to get up a little injured from the plancha and Tristan is in the ring and despite the chaos he realizes what happened. He sees his chance and Syren turns around and he goes right into the Celtic Cutter on her (running diamond cutter).
TB: Whoa! Celtic Cutter out of nowhere!
Grimjack is still shocked that he hit Dylan and St. Patrick gives him King's Cross (Double Underhook Facebuster). The crowd is going nuts as Tristan covers Syren as she is out and he yells at St. Patrick to count. Patrick looks torn but does the count . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! The bell is wrung.
TB: Wow what a classic match, this could have gone either way, what an effort from Syren, but Tristan takes it. He made one foolish mistake but was able to recover and actually use it to his advantage.
Tristan helps Syren up and is saying something to her and then they hug.
TB: Wow after beating on each other, truly touching.
KK: Disgusting HWA fighters don’t hug!!! Aggghhh . . .
Dylan is up and his nose is bleeding and he is pissed at Grimjack. He gets in Grimjack’s face yelling at him what the hell was that and Grimjack yells back. Maxem tries to get in between them.
TB: What’s this a little chink in the armor of the Militia?
Dylan pushes Maxem out of the way but then Grimjack kicks Dylan in the gut and delivers the Exodus on him. The crowd is loving it and Maxem is in Grimjack’s face asking him what the hell. Sawyer is over saying calm down guys but Grimjack and Maxem both yell at him to shut up. Fudge is just sitting back chilling not wanting part of this. Suddenly though “Purple Haze hits” and Jackson comes back out with a mic.
Jackson: Boys boys boys let’s not fight amongst ourselves. Not when there is trash yet to be taken out. Besides I have a match to announce. Since Tristan won here he’ll get a world title shot at Blue Thunder at Last Man Standing!
Tristan is nodding his head like hell yeah. Syren pats his back like she’s proud of him although she lost.
Jackson: So I will give those two a warm up next week, as it will be Tristan . . . . vs Fudge . . .
Fudge looks at Tristan like it’s on.
Jackson: . . . and Blue Thunder!!!
Tristan looks pissed not wanting to be in a handicap match.
Jackson: And it’s a land mine match!!!
The crowd is booing when “Land of Hope and Glory” hits and Ron Royalty is walking out to loud cheers. He has a mic and Jackson and Royalty are both at the top of the ramp and Royalty gets in his face.
Royalty: Whoa whoa whoa do you really think I will allow that match? You had better give Tristan a tag team partner or else no way in hell. Or else I will make Maxem vs. Fudge in a land mine match. And you remember what happened last time.
Tristan looks like that’s more like it.
Jackson: Fine . . . his partner will be . . . Tarmen Hughson!!!
The crowd is yelling what the fuck and things like that.
TB: Tarmen Hughson? He’s a damn rookie!
KK: Ha ha the kid will get slaughtered. I doubt if Royalty knows who Tarmen is because it looks like he will allow it.
Royalty: That’s good enough for me, as long as it is fair. Because from now on the HWA will be about fairplay! Good day gentlemen.
Royalty’s music hits and he walks to the back as Tristan is yelling at him but he doesn’t hear. Jackson is smiling as he expects Blue Thunder and Fudge will destroy Tristan and Tarmen.
Jackson: Now since Syren put up a good fight against Tristan, I will give her a nice match. Against Dan Sawyer for the International title.
Sawyer looks pleased and he yells at Syren obscenities.
Jackson: Also as for St. Patrick, you face Dylan Wolfe. Oh yeah and the ropes will be barbwire for that match and it’s for the X-treme title.
Dylan is up and looks pissed at Grimjack but he hears this and looks at Patrick yelling obscenities and Patrick looks happy to get a match with his new biggest enemy.
Jackson: We will also have Last Man Standing matches as usual. Now as for you Militia members I don’t want to see any more bullshit, learn to get along.
Grimjack gets a mic.
Grimjack: No you quit with the bullshit Jackson! I’m not fucking lackey I’m the vice president. I’m not taking any shit from you and I’m sure as hell not taking any from Dylan Wolfe a damn rookie! I don’t need the Militia, the Legacy Department would kick the Militia’s ass anyway!!!
The crowd is loving this also Tristan, Syren and Patrick are cheering thinking Grimjack is turning on the Militia.
Grimjack: The Militia are all assholes!
Suddenly Grimjack turns around and super kicks Tristan hard in the chin which he hadn’t expected.
Grimjack: And I’m the biggest one!!!
The crowd is booing loud as the Militia start attacking Syren and Patrick. Grimjack goes up to Dylan saying something to them and they shake hands.
TB: Damn it looks like they’re not breaking up after all.
The Militia continue to beat the three faces down and end with tossing them out of their ring and they pose in the ring to massive boos as the show goes to commercial.
Commercial break.
TB: Well the HWA title itself is on the line here, these two hate each other so it should be great.
Blue Thunder and Kevin Conner are both standing in the ring, they are nose to nose and throwing harsh comments left and right. Thunder takes a step back and as the two are about to fight the P.A System boom out, and "Whisper" by Evanescence kicks in, and from the back come strolling Fudge, with that same uncaring look about him
KK: Whats Fudge doing out here? Besides ruining our Main Event?!
TB: Maybe he has something to say
Fudge walks down the ramp and slides in the ring, Thunder and Conner both look at Fudge, but he walks straight through the middle of them and grabs a microphone from the Ring Announcer
Fudge walks back to the middle of the two men and speaks
Fudge: Well, Well, Well. What do we have here? We have the HWA World Champion, Blue Thunder. Yes thats right people, a man I beat just two weeks ago in a none title match. A man that doesnt deserve to hold MY championship. And you all call HIM a legend? If this man is a legend, then I am a God..
The fans boo frantically as Fudge stands as cocky as ever between the two men
Fudge: Shut your mouths! I'm not finished yet.. Blue Thunder, you think that being called a Legend makes you one automatically? You have never earned the title "Legend" and you have never earned the title that you drape over your shoulder. I worked for every single one of my Five HWA Championship reigns, and I will work for my Sixth by taking that championship from you. I earn what I get, and I earned the right to be a Legend in the HWA. I am twenty four years old and I have done more in this federation than anybody ever has!
KK: He has a VERY true point there..
TB: No doubt
Fudge continues
Fudge: People have started comparing Syren to me. Does somebody want to explain that? Syren is not a patch on me when it comes to flying, or innovation. She may be the BEST female wrestler I have ever seen grace a ring.. But she isnt me.. She will never be me, she is just a fucking girl.. A girl who has a crush on an Irish turn coat.. Tristan Wolfe and Syren, a match made in the slumps of Ireland.. What a story for the kids..
Fudge laughs
Fudge: Dont make me laugh! Tristan Wolfe isnt worth my time.. He is nothing short of a coward. Sure I refused to help him, but why should I get an ass whooping for him? I could have taken all of those people on, I just opted not to. Syren thinks she is the hottest thing, and baby is she ever. Her body is so hot it burns me to LOOK at it, and her face, wow that face.. AND that mouth! My god I'd love to.....
Fudge pauses
Fudge: Well thats a story for another time..
TB: What the hell is happening to Fudge?
KK: He is realising his calling in life..
TB: To be a sexist, womanising asshole?
KK: Maybe
Fudge goes on
Fudge: Tristan and Syren are both a couple of whores who think they are above us because they think they found love.. Get over yourselves, its just a little crush
As Fudge says that Conner and Thunder both take a step towards him
Fudge: I swear to you if you make another move I wont hesitate to kick both of your asses
KK: Wow. Confidence or what?
Fudge: Oh and Conner.. I forgot you.. The punk who gets a shot at the title as a one off, Conner you and I havent fought in a while have we? Maybe we should do that sometime. Although its not a fight, rather a public humiliation of yourself, but whatever. Remember our Barbed Wire fun matches, those were the days, we should relive one of those sometime, im always ready to kick your ass.. So i'll let you decide when
Fudge pauses and lowers the mic
TB: Finally he has finished!
KK: Maybe we can get this match underway now?
Fudge then swiftly turns and with great speed nails Blue Thunder right between the eyes with the microphone, knocking him clean out, and then turns quickly once more and nails Conner in the same way. Fudge then leans down and drags them next to one another
TB: Or maybe he will ruin the Main Event!
Fudge then slides from the ring and reaches under it, he pulls out two metal folding chairs and slides them into the ring. Fudge lies one of the chairs across the body of both men, and takes the other with him as he leaps to the top turnbuckle. Thunder and Conner are at least three quarters of the ring away from him
KK: Lets see if he really does still have it, like he claims he does..
TB: The old Fudge would clear that with ease..
Fudge leaps into the air, and he gets about ten feet in the air and flies across the ring, pulling the chair against his body as he crashes down on to the other chair and the bodies of Thunder and Conner. Fudge bounces off them and rolls through to his feet, clutching his ribs
TB: And he still can!
Fudge walks over the two men, looking at them cockily, he slides from the ring and snatches Thunders heavyweight title from the time keeper and slides back in to the ring. Fudge stands next to Thunder and looks down at him while he raises the championship above his head. Fudge then throws the title on to Thunder before his music hits and he walks away
TB: He still has the power to amaze.. He still has the ability to shock me
KK: And everybody else in attendence, Trent..
TB: Well folks, I guess we dont have a Heavyweight Title match now...
KK: Blue Thunder is starting to become a joke of a champion. How does he still hold that belt?
TB: Well I agree it doesn’t look good for our world champion and number one contender to both get clowned by one man, but then again this is Fudge we’re talking about, an HWA legend. And I’m glad he appears as if he wants to regain the title, should lead to some good matches from him. Now folks we’ll see you next week for more Last Man Standing matches, Dylan Wolfe vs. St. Patrick in a barbwire match, Sawyer vs Syren, and Tristan and Tarmen vs. Fudge and Blue Thunder. Fudge can show if he’s worthy of an HWA title shot as he is up against the new number one contender, Tristan. And those two haevn’t seen eye to eye so it should be good.
KK: So tune in next week for another Militia Night Survival!