MWC Hostile Take Over - St. Louis 1 AUG 98

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Hostile Take Over in St. Louis

At the St. Louis Arena in St. Louis, Missouri​

As the credits run for the previous show, the voice of JW Locke comes across the TV.

JW: “You have been screaming for it for over a month. The internet has been crying out for the first national showing of the MWC. NEXT, YOU WILL HAVE IT! The Multinational Wrestling Corporation brings you - HOSTILE TAKEOVER! Live wrestling as you’ve never scene it before. So sit back and see the best action ever to hit the airwaves as the MWC takes television the way it is meant to be - HOSTILE!”

The credits continue scrolling with the sappy music that usually follows a show...and then it goes black

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It opens with the MWC’s Hostile Takeover theme and the promo showing some action from the first card in St. Louis. And then it ends with a halting screech as the words, “August 1, 1998” appear on the screen and then fade into a court scene. JW Locke is standing behind the defenders table in an Armani with his father and lawyer beside him. The judge is speaking rather rudely to him at this moment.

JUDGE: “James Locke, in this state we have a little law that deals with what you did...statutory rape. I don’t care how ‘willing’ you claim she was, she was only 16. If you come into my state, you live by my rules. Next time I would suggest that you card them before you jump in the sack with them. Your actions, in spite of your fathers influence, will result in a fine - which I’m sure won’t concern you - of $10,000 and one month in jail.”

JW’s face is shown quickly as he turns to his father with a look of despair as his father just shrugs his shoulders. You hear the gavel slam down as the judge says court adjourned and JW’s face hit with a shot of agony.

Cut to the inside of the PACKED St. Louis Arena. Signs are being held up like, “How’s Bubba?” , “Do you want to card me?” , & “I’d like you to meet my sister.” as well as the other usual signs at wrestling events. The crowd is going nuts as sirens, explosions, pyros, and lasers scream around the arena. The southern twang of Jim Sears clears his nervous throat as the camera cuts to a nervous Sears.

Jim Sears:Welcome to MWC TV, Welcome to HOSTILE TAKEOV--

(THE CAMERA CUTS OUT, REPLACING THE IMAGE OF JIM SEARS WITH THE MWC LOGO. SUDDENLY, THE IMAGE OF A MAN STANDING SOMEWHERE BACKSTAGE WITH A MICROPHONE IS ON THE SCREEN. "TOTAL ELIMINATION" ELI FLAIR)

Eli:That's enough of the hillbilly. I didn't sign with the MWC to listen to him rant about the great card in store for all the fans. I'm here for one reason, the MWC World Title.

I'm here to carry this league into the new millenium, because, quite frankly, nobody that Locke has signed can do it. Maybe Eddy Love is doing it in the CSWA, but with masked Love's running around and tons of losers gunning for him, its only a matter of time before someone gets lucky. Vizzack has done it too, but never on a national level.

It wasn't long ago that I was in line to compete for the UNIFIED Title. All it took was Xavier Virile and a table to end those hopes. See, it was all a big mistake. I was on the brink of being the longest running CSWA IC Champion in history, but that would've eclipsed Joey Melton. So I did what they wanted. I dropped the belt in favor of the Presidential Title.

Then, the shot heard 'round the **** **** world.... "The Eliminator is no longer employed by either the CSWA, the ASWF, or the EFW." My manager and I are out of the high paying jobs and the catalyst, Troy Windham, gets himself a shot at the World Title.

So some time passes, and I turn on U-62 to see the CSWA in a recovery state, with someone named "The Eliminator" leading a group of losers. With MY Name. To keep themselves out of a lawsuit, they gave me a contract with the stip that I do the job to some fanatical Deacon in the World Tournament. Whatever. Just to get back to the biz. Now they've got their hopes pinned on Eli Flair and Poison Ivy one more time, to beat Kevin Powers for the US Title.

All of a sudden I hear about a new organization called The Multinational Wrestling Corporation.Run by JW Locke. My first reaction was "Who the **** is JW Locke? So, I get contacted, and I check it out. You've got Bruno "The Bruiser." You've got Mark Vizzack. You've got Lone Wulf. You've got some guy named Shamoo..... You got a bunch of **** misfits and castoffs from every legit promotion in the world, who just want to beat each other down and proclaim themselves the king of the misfits. Currently, it's misfit man Jack Emerald taking on Eddy Love. I've got to go with Love on this one, because of the distracting factor of his five dollar piece of ****.

Do all the shows and showboating that you want. Eli Flair is here to wrestle. Eli Flair is here to become the MWC Champion, for what it's worth. And this time, there ain't nobody... NOBODY... who can stop me.

The large screen over the entrance goes black and then the camera cuts back to Sears.

JIM: Uhm...ok fans. We’d been hearing rumors that Eli Flair would be making his appearance known soon, but we really didn’t expect this soon. Seems the ties between the CSWA and the MWC are cropping up again. Eli has been known to make big entrances - one such garnering the wrath of the Deacon whom Eli claims he ‘jobbed’ to??? But some big changes have already been going on. JW’s father is in the process of hiring a second president to protect his investment against JW’s... mistakes. We’re looking at several new members. AND TONIGHT, the MWC World title will be decided between the current CSWA World champ - Eddy Love and the former pit fighter - Jack Emerald. But before that, let me introduce you to my colleague and play by play man - Liam Kennedy.

LIAM: About time Sears. The fans everywhere have been waiting to hear what I have to say. Tonight, you will see some of the most exciting matches that my friend, JW Locke - and I don’t care what they say, he was innocent - can put together. The MWC is growing thanks to his rugged determination and draw for the top talent. ‘Daredevil Mark Vizzack will face off against Lone Wulf. Both these men have been competing strongly in the CSWA and want to expand beyond that nuthouse to this soon to be shining example of wrestling competition. We will also have a match between Bruno the Bruiser and No Fear with a stipulation that I don’t ever recall seeing, ‘Russian Roulette’ match. Neither man know what to expect this evening because its decided by a roll of the wheel. So before we go on, lets get back stage to see what type of match will happen.

Cut to backstage where JW is standing in front of a wheel with 20 or so matches on various parts. To either side of him is the respective wrestlers, both eyeing one another warily and the wheel. JW spins the wheel and it rounds 10 times or so and then slow...stopping on a Death Match. Both wrestlers shake their head agreeably as this NO DQ bout is ‘chosen’.

JW: “This Death Match only has one rule. The opponent must be pinned or submit in the ring. Whatever else goes.”

NO FEAR: “I’ll kill you Bruno, and then go all over your grave! Charlie better clear up that shiner and get his shovel ready!”

BRUNO: “Ya no good peice of...” Bruno takes a swing at No Fear and they both end up on the ground wrestling as security tries to pull them off. JW smiles wide. This is gonna be good for ratings.

JIM: “After this brief commercial break, we’ll be back with our opening card - Sumo Shamoo vs. Kardiak.

Camera cuts for a commercial or 2...or 3 selling I break it, you buy it T-shirts and the like. When it comes back to the show, Kardiak is in the ring as ‘Sexy Boy’ comes over the loadspeaker and Sumo makes his entrance. He climbs the stares, gets in the ring, and then does his...uhm ‘crotchchop’ that sends off fire out of the ringposts to the crowds approval.

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Sumo Shamoo vs. Kardiak​

JIM: He’s certainly improved his entrance.

LIAM: But that won’t pay the bills. This fat slob isn’t worth his weight in...blubber.

The bell rings and Kardiak flashes across the ring

JIM: Kardiak wastes no time, going directly after Sumo with a throat jab. HOLD ON! Sumo quickly...did I just say quickly... grabs Kardiak’s arm and slings him to the ground following up with a LEG DROP!

LIAM: Oooh, that much weight on one man’s neck. He may not get up...EVER!

Sumo does a crotch shot and then bends over to pick up Kardiak

JIM: Oh Good lord, Kardiak just jammed his fingers down Sumo’s throat! He has the mandible claw on.

LIAM: Needs to be careful, Sumo knows how to use his mouth to eat anything...which reminds me of a Washington joke.

JIM: Uh what great action here so far

LIAM: It’s a great joke...really.

JIM: Sumo takes one arm and slings Kardiak back into the ropes. They come off - DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE.

LIAM: But it IS a really good joke

JIM: I’m sure it is. Both men lying flat after that. Sumo is stirring.

LIAM: Looks more like a beached whale than a wrestler

JIM: Sumo gets up first. Kardiak has gotten to his knees as Sumo nears him, setting up for.

LIAM: And that position reminds me of my joke again!

JIM: POWERBOMB by Sumo.

LIAM: Sounds like a perfume, like someone from Washington takes a dump in a jar and calls it a POWERBOMB. Speaking of Washington, that reminds me of my joke.

JIM: Sumo turns Kardiak over and then goes in with a Camel Clutch. He’s really cinched that move in. Really sitting down on that lower back. The ref is checking with Kardiak to see if he’ll submit. Seems like he might, but he changes his mind to hold on.

Corporal Maxwell Punishment walks from the back to the aisle. He noticeably has a big grin on his face that shows that he approves of something in there.

JIM: Stormy Brook pulls Kardiak’s leg under the bottom rope and is getting the refs attention. This woman is strong and really knows how to help her man.

LIAM: I don’t think I’d want her help! What’s that dough boy doing? He’s climbing the ropes, man is JW going to be peeved if those ropes break!

JIM: He jumps off the middle rope with a double axe handle that sends Kardiak into the ropes. He gets tied up in them. Sumo takes full advantage of this one, pounding away at Kardiak. Stormy heads over there and unties Kardiak. He slumped right down to the mat. Not looking good for Kardiak.

LIAM: Oh yeah! It’s looking a lot worse. Fat boy’s heading to the top folks. He falls back with his BONZAI BLAST! WHAM! Oh baby did you hear that.

JIM: Oh my Word! Ain’t no way Kardiak’s getting up from that. Stormy tries to interfere, but the Corporal heads down to stop her. These 2 could go at it outside the ring as the ref counts 1....2....3!!!!!

Winner: Sumo Shamoo​

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JIM: Welcome back fans. An explosive first match and we’re going straight into our next match. The Death match between Bruno the Bruiser & No Fear.

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Death Match

Bruno 'The Bruiser' vs. No Fear​

A pyro bomb goes off followed by the Pantera song, “Walk” as Bruno steps through the ropes with chair in hand. He goes up to the camera at ringside and shouts a few threats will pointing to the chair. The ref makes him leave the chair at ringside as he walks the stairs and then “Come with me” by Puff Daddy hits the airwaves and No Fear takes his swagger down to ringside.

JIM: The ref calls for the bell, but Bruno is already on top of No Fear with a solid left to the jaw. No Fear is already staggered.

BRUNO: That’s for Charlie ya punk!

JIM: Bruno gets him by the hair and then nails him with an atomic drop. No Fear, heading over the top rope from the recoil.

LIAM: He is not getting out that quickly. Bruno grabs him by the boot and pulls him back over sets him up and FLAPJACK PILEDRIVER.

JIM: Bruno for the PIN. 1....2.. NO! Bruno takes No Fear’s face and bounces it off the mat.

LIAM: Pretty good trash talking going on in the ring. Bruno’s letting No Fear to his feet.

JIM: Sliding leg trip.

LIAM: Then again maybe he isn’t. Well, he’s backed off again with some more jawing.

JIM: Ewww! Put him down with another punch to the jaw. Picks him up by the hair and sets him in a headlock. No Fear gets to the ropes and the ref tries to get him to break the hold. Bruno grabs Fear by the hair on his head and pulls him back and right into another solid left hook.

LIAM: He’s gonna bust No Fear up good here.

Bruno does a Shoulderbreaker, Sliding leg trip, followed by a rake at the eyes.

JIM: Bruno is really putting it to him here. No Fear gets back to his feet and Bruno goes for a Forearm smash, but No Fear dunked that one and nails No Fear with a roundhouse kick.

LIAM: He caught him flush with that blow. I think Bruno lost his tooth.

JIM: You’d better watch it there, he ain’t one to joke with.

LIAM: Yeah, I hear his sense of humor is lacking...along with his sense of direction, common sense, and lets not forget his sense of smell.

JIM: Sense of smell?

LIAM: The guy hasn’t used a deodorant in years. How do you think he wins his matches.

JIM: Oh please. No Fear whips Bruno into the turnbuckle...Reversal. Bruno’s going in - NOBODY HOME! Bruno’s shoulder hit the railing flush. No Fear throws a hurting Bruiser through the ropes.

LIAM: No Fear’s climbing the ropes.

JIM: He ain’t gonna try. OH MY LORD! 360 splash. He did his finisher OUTSIDE THE RING. Bruno’s at Death’s door and I hear someone knocking. No Fear is picking up Bruno...He looks to be dead weight.

LIAM: Of course, he’s been dead weight since he was born.

JIM: No Fear going for the pin. 1.... 2...... KICKOUT! He kicked out! No Fear looks frustrated with that. He should’ve had him there, but the time it took to get in the ring saved Bruno I think.

LIAM: No Fear’s going back up top for a ... MOONSAULT! Oh man, he didn’t hit that one perfect. Almost over jumped Bruno, but I think it did its damage. Bruno’s getting up though using the ropes.

JIM: Look at No Fear though, he’s baiting him for this one. Another Roundhouse kick.

LIAM: HOLD ON! Bruno grabs his leg.

JIM: Oh Good lord! Bruno with a crotch shot. No Fear is down. Bruno grabs him and puts him into a shoulderbreaker.

Bruno whips No Fear into the ropes and catches him with a shouldertackle that sends No Fear down. Follows that up with yet another shoulderbreaker and then ...

LIAM: No Fear isn’t gonna have a nose after this FLAPJACK! This one is almost over.

JIM: No Fear gets tossed into the turnbuckle and Bruno follows him in. No Fear rolls him up and gets a quick 2 count before a kickout. No Fear to the top and down with a - -

LIAM: Missed that headbutt.

JIM: Bruno puts No Fear down with a suplex, gets him up ... make that 2 suplexes!

LIAM: You mean Bruno knows a wrestling move?

JIM: Guess so...Bruno goes into the ropes and DOWN WITH A FALLING HEADBUTT.

LIAM: He didn’t miss with that headbutt. Bruno is setting No Fear up for a???

JIM: Oh Good lord, he just did a heart punch to No Fear.

Bruno does a small bit of showboating by raising his hands while shouting out to the crowd which draws a mixture of cheers and boos.

JIM: No Fear goes into the turnbuckle, bounces out and DOWN to the mat with an axe-handle smash from Bruno. Bruno sends him into the other turnbuckle and when he comes in for a splash, No Fear sends him to the floor hard. No Fear follows him out, grabs that chair Bruno brought. Business is gonna be pickin’ up here tonight. He comes at’im with the chair. He has the chair up and ready to send the smack down on him. Bruno grabs No Fear’s trunks and sends him and the chair into the ringpost. Bruno picks up the chair and slams it down onto No Fear’s head. Bruno sending him back inside.

LIAM: SUPLEX AGAIN - what’s that make 3 wrestling moves tonight. Charlie, I think Bruno’s hit his limit!

JIM: Bruno puts No Fear into the ropes and then catches him with a running bulldog. DA SLAM puts the smack down! 1....2....3!!!!!

Winner: Bruno ‘The Bruiser’​

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The scene fades in with Jim Sears standing in the middle of the wrestling ring holding a microphone in a packed arena with people yelling, showing t-shirts, showing hand symbols, and holding signs.

Jim: We are back live this evening and awaiting the entrance of ‘The Maestro’ Bryan Blair for his interview.

A gentleman with short blonde hair comes from the back wearing an 18th century attire wearing white gloves and carrying something on a small silver plate. He walks into the ring, bows down at Jim holding the plate. Jim, takes the object off the plate, the gentleman stands up and walks away. Jim looks at what ends up being a scroll tied with a crimson colored ribbon and seal with wax and an ensigna placed in it. Jim breaks the seal, unties the ribbon, and unrolls the scroll. Standing with a look of dismay, Jim reads the scroll to himself first.

Jim: I just received a letter from ‘The Maestro’ and I will read it to everyone here this evening.

‘At the request of the greatest Maestro to have ever graced the presence of everyone who is here this evening this letter is to inform all you savages that Mr. Bryan Blair will not grace your presence this evening to raise your level of culture. The only way ‘The Maestro’ will appear this evening is if J.W. Locke will conduct the interview because anyone else will not be able to show the respect he deserves. Thank you, Contessa.

Oh brother, well fans I was supposed to have an interview with the Maestro but I guess that isn’t going to happen…so, give us a- -

JW walks from the back with a microphone in hand. His face is showing his rather uncomfortable look.

JW: Hold Up! Get that guy out here so we don’t look like total ****! I’ll do it this once.

’Fireworks music’ by Handel begins and out walks Contessa to hold the curtain for ‘The Maestro’ Bryan Blair. The lights go low with musical notes lining the walkway. They are both dressed in 18th century attire & powdered wigs. Contessa has her mask held up over her face and is carrying her now infamous purse. Contessa patiently waits on Blair to slowly climb the stairs leading into the ring, and then she takes a seat next to the Commentator table - Liam trying to take a peek behind that mask. Bryan enters as the exasperated JW begins...

JW: (whispered, but the mic still picks it up) Nice entrance, I can see the rating going up now.

BLAIR: Good Evening Monsieur Locke. As you can already tell, I have entered for my interview time with much more class than that hedonistic imbecile, uh...how does he call himself? Oh yes, (chuckle) ‘Total Elimination’ Eli Flair. Eli, do you really think that I, the embodiment of all that is good in society, would stand to be classed as a misfit? You seem to think that I have a lower level of skill than yourself. That this fine organization that I have used to show the savages of the world culture is unprofitable without your presence. That only you and Eddy Love could possibly lead this ‘group of misfits’. Hedon, I am certain that you would be quite adept at leading misfits, but you will never become the champion, nor anyone else, as long as Bryan Blair plays in this orchestra. But enough on such matters, I am here to speak mostly about Mark Vizzack. You seem to feel that your ... well should I say it, QUICK defeat at my hands is due to less than honorable measures on the part of my exquisite lady, Contessa. You saw how I flew over the top rope, and mangled your already battered body. It was not my fault that you could not get off your ... how shall I word this? Oh, yes, derriere - to reenter the ring before the 10th downbeat. You were beat just like that ‘Gale’ Eddy Love hedon.

JW: Blair, you refused to wrestle on tonight’s program. Could you explain why?

BLAIR: Simply put for all the savages out there, I shall not grace anyone with my wrestling skills until I can complete and win what is rightfully mine ... the MWC Championship Belt. I have defeated your so-called best, and humbled Sunshine to hear knees before my...grandeur.

From the back, Mark Vizzack runs out with a head of steam as ‘Don’t tell me what love can do’ by Van Halen starts. (HUGE Fan Pop) Blair quickly exits the ring and grabs a chair for defense near the commentators table beside Contessa. Mark starts to come after him when the arena goes black and the ‘Clint Eastwood whistling’ from the ‘GOOD, BAD, & UGLY’. Several ‘lightning strikes’, and then the sound of boots and spurs coming toward the ring. The lights turn on to reveal Lone Wulf on the ramp. The crowd cheers in response as he makes his way to the ring, climbs over the top rope as Vizz stares at him, glances at Blair, and then back at his opponent for the night. Sunshine makes her way down to mark who left obviously in a huff. She appears somewhat upset still, but composed to support Mark as she can.

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'Daredevil' Mark Vizzack w/Sunshine vs Lone Wulf​

JIM: Vizzack still seems rather flustered as the bell rings. He is facing a HUGE man tonight in Lone Wulf, but Blair’s presence...

BLAIR: Pardon me James Sears, but I shall continue to speak in spite of Monsieur Vizzack’s attempt to silence me. So if you do not mind, with what mind you have, please allow me to discuss this match with Liam Kennedy.

LIAM: Yeah! Take that Jimmy boy!

Lone Wulf quickly picks up Vizz in a scoop slam. He follows that with a devestating Gorilla Press and then a Crucifix Powerbomb with thundering impact.

BLAIR: It would appear that Vizzack can not compete.

LIAM: Yeah, he looks like he did against you. Oh Cool, Lone Wulf puts him up in a Vertical Suplex. Vizzack wiggled out of that one. He runs up the ropes, man I’ve seen him do this to Deacon. HURRICARANA by leaping off the top (Fan Pop). Vizzack goes for the quick pin - 1....2. Kickout!

BLAIR: Please, he honestly believes he could win with such an elementary move. I truly pity this ... ‘competitor’.

LIAM: Vizzack going to the top rope. Hold on, Lone Wulf is up. He grabs Mark and slams him hard to the mat (Fan Pop). Now Lone Wulf going for the pin - 1...2.....-Kickout at the last second. Lone Wulf picks Vizzack up by the hair - CHOKESLAM!

BLAIR: I would never allow myself to be in this situation as this savage has.

LIAM: Mark is slung into the turnbuckle, and bounces out. Whoa, Vizzack barely missed that clothesline by Lone Wulf. Into the ropes runs Mark and then out with a flying clothesline of his own. That caught Lone Wulf solid.

BLAIR: Elementary move from an elementary mind.

JIM: Can I do my job here and call this match? Oh Man, Vizzack is setting Lone Wulf up for...Tornado DDT from the top! Mark goes for the Pin. Only a 2 count. Mark picks Lone Wulf up. Another Tornado DDT!

Mark follows that with a neckbreaker and then a 3rd tornado DDT.

JIM: Lone Wulf is in some trouble here.

BLAIR: This savage needs to learn his place again. Contessa, may I?

JIM: What are you doing? He’s got her purse!

Mark goes into the ropes and then connects with his dangerous DAREDEVIL FLYER DDT on a staggered Lone Wulf as Contessa leaves for the back.

JIM: The ref is counting, but Mark doesn’t see Blair coming off the top rope...Oh, good lord, Blair just slammed that purse onto the back of Vizzack’s head. He’s out cold, but Blair is still putting the boots to him. Lone Wulf is stirring and pulling himself up by the ropes. The ref has called for the bell. Lone Wulf is irate as he turns to face Blair. He draws back...Blair’s getting outta there folks, he wants none of that! We have to go for a commercial break folks, but when we come back - JACK EMERALD...EDDY LOVE for the MWC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

Match Declared a NO CONTEST ​

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FOR THE MWC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP

Jack Emerald w/William H. Bradley III vs 'Hurricane' Eddy Love w/Sweet Melissa​

The Irish National anthem plays as Jack Emerald makes his way to the ring led by William H. Bradley III. In the ring, a green spotlight shines on him in the otherwise darkened stadium. Then the darkness is split with green fireworks cascading from above. It is black as Flashing lightning slams from the ceiling to the entranceway and thunder shakes the seats. That fades down into ‘All you need is LOVE’ as Eddy, led by Sweet Melissa, comes through the curtains. They stop, kiss, and then make their way down to the ring with red hearts lining the aisle. They enter the ring with one final kiss from Sweet Melissa. Down the aisle now walks JW Locke with a belt resting on his shoulder. He enters the ring and the ref shows the diamond-studded to both men.

JIM: Ladies and Gentleman, this is what we’ve all been waiting for...The match for the MWC title. Eddy Love has taken the gold wherever he has gone and hopes to add this one to his collection. This will be a first wrestling title for Emerald, but he knows victory very well in the Pit Fights. The bell has sounded and both men are circling the other, not wanting to make an early mistake. Eddy goes for a single leg takedown, but Jack doesn’t bite on that one. He adjusts his position and turns it into a pectorial stretch, but Love drops down with a leg sweep into a spinning toe hold. Jack gets to the ropes and the ref calls for the break. Clean break from Eddy.

LIAM: Must be generous today.

JIM: They tie up and Jack quickly goes for a rear headlock, but this time it is Love who grabs the ropes. Another clean break.

LIAM: These guys are really wanting to see who the better man is.

JIM: Eddy has a smile on his face. I think he’s enjoying this chess match style matchup. Both men putting their pawns in place, but the other countering just as quickly. Eddy walking over with his hand out. He wants to shake hands.

LIAM: Of course. He’s shown nothing but goodwill.

JIM: So much for goodwill, Eddy goes for that outstretched arm. Wait, Jack’s has him in position for the Luck O’ the Irish Diamondcutter. Eddy escapes and scampers out of the ring on that one. Now he’s smiling even bigger. Eddy climbs back onto the apron and into the ring. They tie up and Eddy throws a quick knee into Jack’s belly. Hold On, Jack rolled with it, and he’s going for that pectorial stretch move again.

LIAM: Do you think he’s knows something we don’t know?

JIM: I’ve never heard of any injuries to Eddy Love, but maybe they’ve noticed something on his tapes. Eddy conversing with Melissa near the ramp. Jack gets on the top and...oh good lord, leaps off, but no one home. His head bouncing off the metal.(FAN POP)

LIAM: Whoa, that was a sick sound. What a smack.

JIM: Eddy’s not through though. He picks him up, no...oh good lord, HURRICANE PILEDRIVER on the ramp! Eddy’s rolling under the ropes. This one is over by countout. Bradley over there, but I don’t know if Jack can even comprehend where he’s at right now. The ref is up to 6 and Emerald is barely stirring. William helps him up and Jack rolls under the ropes at the 9 count but he doesn’t seem to have much left in him. Eddy puts him in his step over toe-hold/crossface combo.

At least 2 minutes pass, but Jack doesn’t submit.

JIM: Eddy is getting frustrated with this. Eddy gets him up and in position for a spinebuster. Hold on, Jack spins out and goes for that pectorial stretch yet again. Love however rolls with it and turns it into an Irish whip into the turnbuckle. Eddy running in. NO ONE HOME! Jack rolls him up with a victory roll. 1...2.KICKOUT! Eddy caught the back of his head on that one.

LIAM: But how much can this Emerald guy take?

JIM: Seemingly a lot, but he’s getting ready to deliver that patented elbow from the middle rope, the Irish Whiskey as it’s known. He connects. Seems that it is Jack’s turn to give some pain. He tosses Eddy to the outside.

LIAM: I don’t know how smart that is, Eddy is a good outside brawler as well.

JIM: Smart or not, they are out there. Jack whips Eddy into the steel rail. (Fan Pop) Eewww. Eddy’s head just got rammed onto the metal barrier there. Jack’s not risking a countout though. He throws Eddy back into the ring. He’s climbing the ropes, but Eddy is getting up. Jack catches Love with a flying clothesline. He nearly took his head off with that one. He climbs the middle rope and delivers another Irish Whiskey to the downed Love. Picking up Love by his hair.

LIAM: Oh man, don’t mess up his hair.

JIM: His hair will be the least of it after...DDT! Eddy is slung outside the ring from the impact though. Lady Luck shining on him after that one. Jack follows him out. He’s sensing blood on his prey with this one. Another Irish whip, but Eddy reverses - sending Jack headfirst to the ringpost. And they are at it. Both men rolling on the concrete. The ref is trying to break it up (FAN POP). What’s going on? Who is that? It’s Blair! Bryan Blair is back, and he’s loaded. Hold on. Mark Vizzack is hot on his tail. It’s spilling over into the ring again. Who’s in there now? Eli Flair. Sumo is coming down. Oh good lord, I think everyone is in the ring!

The lights go out and a monk chant begins

JIM: What’s that? Deacon???

A few seconds later, the lights come back up and Deacon is on one ring corner with Pestilence at the other. They look across at each other and then hit the ring

JIM: It’s Deacon AND Pestilence! What? Fans we’ve gotta go! We’re outta time!

Screen goes black and then commercial for next Hostile Takeover begins.