L-PRO. MBC. UWF. ----------------------------- ACW. DHW. PS. __ \ / _) X |_| /__/ \ | HOUR TWO ----------------------------- December 23rd, 2020 Chicago, IL, L-PRO Arena ----------------------------- [Fade back inside L-PRO Arena with Metallica's theme for the evening playing underneath the graphics. After a few seconds of cutting back and forth through the crowd, we come back to rest on the announce desk.] MW: Welcome back, fans! We're here for the second hour of the 2020 2x4 Tournament, and already we've cut the field of eight men down to four! We have Danny Holden, Damien "The Omen" Williams, "Nighthawk" Michael Bonn and Reverend Ryu Osawa all looking to cement their place in history with a win tonight! TL: Two more matches, it'll take another two victories to come away as the 2x4 winner, and along with that the new UWF World Champion. CJ: Yeah but the kicker is, we still don't know who's facing who. Random opponents in the semi-finals, all you know is it's a former partner from the first two rounds. TL: Unpredictablity all over this joint. MW: Quite true, and we'll have those semi-final matches coming up shortly here. But right now we have a quite unusual match. CJ: Please, it's from the MBC braintrust or lack there of. This thing has disaster written all over it. TL: It will be... unique. CJ: Like a butterfly. A butterfly that has been puked up by a gelatinous kitten in the mid-stages or evolution. TL: And that is awfully specific. writer: kl M __ \ / ----------------------------------------------- B _) X |_| HOUSE OF BASTARDS MATCH C /__/ \ | FOR THE MBC UNIFIED WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP ----------------------------------------------- TESLA ST. JAMES vs MS. SCARLETT vs HAYDEN CHILDES vs ROBIN RHOADES vs KIORA DONAVON vs. TARYN WELLER vs ALEJANDRA MCKRAKEN vs GLORIA BUTLER [The cameras switch to an exterior view. We can see the L-PRO Arena but the area of import is the building right next door: the LEGACY Warehouse. From a distance, we see numerous entrances and at most our match participants stand ready.] MW: I believe technically, the match started as soon as it was announced. To get this far, participants had to get their hands on a broken piece of the MBC Unified Women's Championship belt. CJ: Smashed to bits and coated in the blood of an Irish woman thanks to The Goblin Queen. TL: Surprisingly succinct there, Ceej. CJ: Bite me. TL: Not even with your mother's teeth. MW: Once those pieces were turned in, eight participants were locked into this second phase of the match, which is set to take place... CJ: Inexplicably. Like the result of some fantastical fever dream. MW: ...in the LEGACY storehouse. Just about every piece of MBC, UWF and L-PRO history can be found in that building. CJ: Maybe even an extra Marshall or two. TL: Given the scale of this match, we've brought in some extra help to be our eyes and ears inside the warehouse. Angela, can you hear us? [The cameras switch to the interior of the warehouse, which looks like what you'd expect. Just... more items that have been bedazzled. What's different is a commentary booth featuring two relativly familiar faces: From ACW, the "Queen of the Alamo" and former ACW Southwest Women's Champion herself, Angela "Skullbuster" Harrison.] AH: Loud and clear. [And next to her is the man, the myth, the suburban legend slash Dance God slash DHW play by play announcer Billy "Scud" McKenzie.] Scud: Is this warehouse up to code? What are Illinois safety regulations like these days? TL: And... I can't believe we're doing this... we have our Luxembourgh commentary team. [Up in the rafters... somewhere... loaded up with more Cheetos and Sweet Tarts than anyone has any right to have is the pair of "Overkill" Joey Malone and Carly Sweeting.] OSM: [In Malonish] I've not been this high since... last night. Skydiving is a hell of a thing. CS: [In Luxembourgish] Hello to our friends in Luxembourgh. We're happy to continue L-PRO's international outreach! CJ: You speak Luxen... whatever? CS: I speak a few languages OSM: [In Malonish] What about the ancient tongues of the elder gods? CS: [Carly doesnt speak so much as she lets out a low gutteral chant mixed with clicks and the sounds of the damned.] CJ: Either I'm turned on or I just lost my soul. Possibly both. TL: Either or. Neither nor. [We cut back outside to see the first of our competitors Ms. Scarlett waiting outside a warehouse door. The mysterious masked mauler makes minimal moves as she mulls her motivation and maneuvers. Mostly it's mixing mental melodies with massivly malicious markings.] MW: Ms. Scarlett has turned more than a few heads here in L-PRO. What can you all say about her work elsewhere? Scud: She's a four time Project Sunburst Champion and really, she has set the standard there. AH: Deanna Orlofski hates her with a passion, so that is an instant plus. [Our next contestant shown is former L-PRO Women's Champion "Terrible" Taryn Weller. She paces back and forth, awaiting her entrance to the match.] MW: And Weller here will be Dee-O's agent of destruction. Never mind that Weller has her own personal hatred for Scarlett. [Next we see... an empty door.] MW: This was supposed to be Alejandra McKracken's door. Are you seeing any activity yet? Scud: Nothing here on the inside. TL: Can we check Robin Rhoades' door? [Another vacant entrance.] Scud: We'll keep a look out but this stinks of mischief. [We move to another entrance on the other side of the building. This one is occupied by long time veteran Kiora Donavon. If there is mischief to be had, it be caused by her.] AH: Rhoades and McKracken be damned. Here's a woman I can respect. One of the greatest ACW Southwest Women's Champions of all time. A fighter. A bruiser. Someone you don't want to be on the bad side of. [Another door. This one filled by Hayden Childes.] MW: Another perennial favorite. Typically an underdog, fairly or not. TL: A dark horse to win this if there was one. Scud: Careful. You'll summon... him. OJM: [In Elder God) (incomprehensible) CS: [In Elder God] (incomprehensible) AH: We've got two more... wait! We've got action! [We cut to another entrance where current ACW Southwest Women's Champion Gloria Butler has been surprise attacked by Alejandra McKracken. "Nutcutter" throws Butler into and through the door, officially kicking off the match. Butler manages to keep her feet and brings the fight right back to McKracken.] TL: Is it safe to say Rhoades has gone after "Red Irish"? AH: Getting that feed now. Stand by. [Indeed, one redhead battles another. Robin Rhoades tries the same tactic against Tesla St. James but the cagey veteran is ready. The two brawl outside, only entering when a nearby referee opens the door to the warehouse interior. Natural instinct carries them inside into this new sort of "arena".] Scud: This match is officially under way. All eight women have entered the warehouse at different spots. Half the field is brawling. The other is exploring and looking for the coins. AH: Shall we explain the coins? CJ: Coins are legal tender that can be exchanged for goods or services. Sometimes you bounce them into shot glasses to get absolutely plastered. BOOM! Nailed it! [The interior of the warehouse itself is vast. High industrial shelves house pallet upon pallet of various pieces of memorabilia and nostalgia. It's quite like the final scene or Raiders of the Lost Ark except with eight angry wowmen trying to break each other apart both body and soul. Or we assume they're angry. Some may be destructive for fun.] TL: Hidden through the warehouse are eight coins, each representing the eight pieces of the broken MBC Unified Women's title belt. Four of those pieces will send somebody to the next phase of the match. The others will incur a penalty. CJ: Like my bank and overdraft fees? Bastards! TL: Not quite, but I expect the search and battle to be extensive. AH: We're in fact have another collision. Hayden Childes found herself wandering through a section of old UWF sets, Taryn Weller saw her and came charging. MW: While we have Butler and McKracken brawling among the shelves. Hard to tell what's contained in those boxes. Scud: I see Tesla and Rhoades still brawling by the door. [While those three pairs square off, the camera finds Ms. Scarlett looking through what appears to be remnants of the UWF and MBC Halls of Fame. Oddly there are stands and displays than look freshly built. Somewhere, Youtubers are already plotting videos about Easter Eggs. Undisturbed, Scarlett looks through all the possible hiding spots. When she comes to the display for four time MBC World Champion Crimson, she pauses, pushes the display over and check under the wreckage. She finds nothing but does well to hide her disappointment. In the distance, however, something catches her eye. A forklift with a red paint job. It calls to her.] Scud: I'm told we've got a location on Kiora Donavon again. She's in... the weapon's vault. CJ: Why do we have a weapon's vault? TL: Why wouldn't we? There are incursions from alternate realities we have to be prepared for. CJ: Not to be too meta, but sometimes it really is too easy to tell who "produces" certain L-PRO matches. [As the camera pans through the weapon's vault, we see Kiara Donavon looking at 2X4's cut from various types of lumber. She checks them as if selecting a fine wine. She settles upon a wood with a darker grain. Checking the weight, she seems satisfied and goes on a hunt.] Scud: Was that mahogany? AH: It all hurts the same. [Meanwhile, Hayden Childes and Taryn Weller continue their brawl in what looks like a set from MBC Kingdom Come X, circa 2006. As they throw one another around, a section of the stage falls away revealing a large gold coin. Weller sees it first and lunges for it. Childes trips the former L- PRO champ by the boot. Taryn stumbles, allowing Childes to whip her opponent into a faux wall from the stage display. Weller crashes through, leaving her down long enough for Childes to take hold of the first coin. She immediately rushes towards the L-PRO Arena proper. The camera sees Ms. Scarlett watching in the background and upon seeing Childes make her run with the coin, she takes chase. Weller isn't far behind.] AH: Now things get interesting. Childes heads straight to the tunnel that leads to the arena. She's got a good start on both Scarlett and Weller but either one could catch up. CJ: But... but... where's the forklift? One doesn't just tease me with a forklift! TL: I can get you one the next time I'm at the toy store. CJ: Made of Legos? TL: Sure. Why the hell not. [The cameras return to the L-PRO Arena where the eager fans pop with anticipation. Childes enters the view of the audience and heads up a nearby ramp to the turn-in platform. The platform itself is simple, just a box and a slot for the coin to be inserted. Scarlett and Weller gain but end up brawling with one another as Childes places her coin into the repository. ... ...a giant red X flashes on the L-PRO Arena Legacytron ... ... ...a loud horn blares... ... ...and a trap door opens beneath Hayden's feet, leaving her to fall into the abyss. The crowd looses its mind!] CJ: WHAT THE [BLEEP] WAS THAT?!? OJM: [In Elder god] CS: [In Elder god] CJ: Again I ask, what the hell just happened? TL: There's your penalty. I wouldn't have guessed a trapdoor. MW: My question is... where does it go? [Darkness. Complete darkness. Then a single light turns on, shining down upon the fallen body of Hayden Childes. Thankfully, she is conscious and safe. She shakes the echoes from her fall and stands, trying to figure out where she is.] HC: Hello? [Additional lights turn on from above, this time highlighting a litany of full length mirrors. It's all Enter the Dragon style. Much like a funhouse, the illusion of infinity surrounds her. Though she is one Hayden out of millions upon millions, she has never been more alone.] HC: Seriously, this isn't funny. [Childes turns to assess her situation. Within a split second, all the lights turn a bright red. The images within the mirrors are replaced with something far more sinister than poor sweet Hayden... The Goblin Queen.] HC: Ah [BLEEP]! [The Queen's laugh erupts just before all the lights go out. There is now only the Queen's bellow, the darkness and Hayden's screams.] OJM: [In elder god] CS: [In elder god] (Lovecraftian lasagna> CJ: Somebody sure is bitter about flunking out of film school. Now we all have to suffer. Yes, I'm talky about you, Jeff Hodge Jr.! You learned NOTHING at USC film school. NOTHING! TL: Do we really have to call out members of our production team? CJ: Hell yes. And rub their noses in the mess. Jeff Hodge Jr. diddled on the carpet and he needs to be reminded he's a bad, bad person. MW: Please tell me you don't own a dog. CJ: A bearded dragon named Kurt. MW: Tell me you don't rub his nose in the mess. CJ: Definitely not. Kurt does not allow me to look him in the eye. [Back at the warehouse, Alejandra McKracken and Gloria Butler continue their bloody brawl. McKracken may have a bloody nose. Butler may have a bloody lip. Somehow they got into a crate or branded toasters. Oh, the humanity.] Scud: Those shelves don't look stable. AH: Not with them constantly hitting the supports. Scud: I should have picked "forklift" on my bingo card. I feel a forklift is coming. [Another camera feed shows Robin Rhoades and Tesla St. James doing battle among a multitude of 90's pizzeria style large screen backlit TV's. This may or may not be the stash of televisions the UWF used to replace Mike Beeby's entertainment center the Fraternity Boys stole in the 2000's.] AH: Ha, I've got "CRT explosion" on my card. [As if summoned, Rhoades rams Tesla into the screen on a large TV, shattering the glass and causing a small explosion of dust and sparks. Tesla grits her teeth and bursts from her position to spear Rhoads into another television. While the screen on this one doesn't explode, the television tips over, setting of a domino effect on nearby TV's and beyond.] AH:: Oh, that could pay off nicely later. Scud: This does have the feel of a Rube-Goldberg Match. TL: No it's gone longer than three minutes already. [Before St. James can take advantage of the downed opponent, Taryn Weller appears to strike her from behind. Though staggered, Tesla does not fall. Determined, Weller does execute a side Russian leg sweep on St. James to the concrete slab that is the floor. Two opponents temporarily incapacitated, Weller turns her attention towards looking for the next coin. Weller watches as the domino of objects continue to fall. At it's conclusion, the cameras discover that a coin is positioned prominantly on a previously obscured ladder just outside the area of controled chaos.] Scud: I can't tell if Weller sees that coin yet. AH: She has her attention turned completely the other way. [However, there _is_ someone who sees the coin. Her hand stealthily slips above the rungs to take the piece. Mahogany 2X4 slung over her shoulder, Kiora Donavon contemplates giving a piece or her mind (and 2X4) to the oblivious Weller. But she's got all the time in the world for that. After all, there's a coin to turn in.] AH: Weller doesn't realize just how lucky she is that Donavon walked... [Donavon rushes in and cracks Weller across the back with her 2X4. Kiora smiles and returns to her regularly scheduled programming.] AH: Nevermind. [With Rhoades, St. James and Weller down and Scarlett missing at this point, Kiora Donavon has unobstructed access to the tunnel to the L-PRO Arena. As she heads that way, the camera feed returns to Butler and McKracken now brawling amongst a collection of steel cage walls, all different sizes and colors. Why no one thought to sell these for scrap metal is anyone's guess. The brawl however is blatantly violent. Tossing one another into these walls, most with no give, continues to make nearby shelves unstable. And then comes the forklift.] Scud: Bingo. Ms. Scarlett in the warehouse with the forklift. AH: Are you sure you're not playing Clue? CJ: I'm playing air guitar. TL: And it looks like the song you've chosen is "Piano Man." MW: Ms. Scarlett just rammed a forklift into the side of the shelves and they have now collapsed. That has trapped both Butler and McKracken under those steel cage walls. Unless they can get free, they are out of this match. TL: Four good coins are up for grabs between five women then. But if all three remaining penalties are revealed, we could have only two fighters in our finals! CJ: This match seriously has every thing but the kitchen sink. [A multitude of people rush is to unbury Butler and McKracken from the wreckage. Ms. Scarlett dusts off her hands and walks away. She passes someone who just so happens to be carrying a kitchen sink.] CJ: Really? Really? This is what we're doing? [Back to the stonehenge of rear projection TV's, Robin Rhoades is up to her feet and moving on to another area. St. James and Weller aren't too far behind. "Righteous" Robin wanders into a statuary. Yes, a statuary. I know. Weird right? She pauses as she too wonders why there are statues in the warehouse. She pauses more when she realizes the statues are of unexpected wrestlers in UWF lore. "Nuclear" John Barber. Steve Ryott, The Darknight Express, Billy "Scud" Mckenzie...] Scud: Hey! [... Sebastian Jericho, Tim Vexton. But not Shawn Vexton. Never Shawn. A statue with no head says "Kidd" on the plaque.] TL: I don't remember if that's Alex or Daniel. CJ: Maybe it's Cooper Kidd. They say he's the most talented Kidd. [The statues go on and on. But one of note is Apocalypse.] Scud: Who? [The statue with a gold coin on it. That's who. Rhoades quickly grabs the trinket and takes off running for the tunnel to L-PRO Arena.] AH: Two coins found and we're about to see how this will shape the landscape of the last phase. [The feed turns to the Arena where once again the crowd watches in anticipation. First from the tunnel is Kiora Donavon. Unaware of the fate that befell Hayden Childes, she marches straight to the podium and inserts her coin into the slot. A happy ding sounds, and the Arena screens indicate Donavon has qualified for the final phase.] TL: There's one. We could have as many as four, assuming people make it that far. MW: Here come Robin Rhoades. TL: Unaware of what happened to Hayden as well. [Rhoades appears through the entrance next, proceeding to the platform but giving Donavon a wide berth. Robin inserts her own golden coin, receiving a happy ding.] MW: We now have two in: Kiora Donavon and Robin Rhoades. That leaves us with a maximum of two slots to be filled and three penalty coins. TL: Hypothetically, taking a penalty does not eliminate anyone. But as we saw with Hayden, she's going to have a hard time coming back. MW: Assuming all penalty coins are discoved, Rhoades or Donavon could find the good coins and turn them in, preventing anyone from taking a slot in the final phase. CJ: Way to give away future booking ideas. TL: It's a smart way to manipulate the match. MW: Rhoades and Donavon could just as easily sit back and watch everyone else set the world on fire. [The camera feed switches back to the warehouse to return to some good ol' fashioned chaos. Sure enough, Taryn Weller and Tesla St. James are slugging it out. They've moved beyond the newly christened graveyard of televisions and into a more arcanely decorated setup of metal ladders. The term arcane is used because of the haunted etching on the side of each ladder. Dangling above these ladders, oddly, are not one but three gold coins. Weller and St. James of course, charge.] CJ: Is this a MBC thing or UWF thing? TL: I honestly don't know. Could be either one at this point. CJ: UWF never acquired a devil worshipping feeder league? "Satan Worshippers Elite of Eastern Tennessee" sounds about right. TL: Possibly. One tends to pick up strange things touring Quebec. Cs: You make Quebec sound like a STD. TL: [Shrugs] [While Taryn and Tesla brawl, the feed takes us to the wreckage of steel cages. Much of the debris has been removed. Robin Rhoades, safe and secure in the final plase is chipping in.] Scud: It looks like they've reached someone. It's... Alejandra McKracken! AH: And she's got a coin. If that is a key to the final stage, the match could very well come down to McKracken and Rhoades. Scud: No sign of Butler yet but McKracken is off to the tunnel. AH: Gloria is too damn stubborn to let her match end like this. [Cut to the L-PRO Arena. "Nutcutter" emerges and heads right to the turn in station. Rhoades follows but wisely backs away as McKracken inserts her coin... ... and the trap door opens.] CJ: Leash the Kracken! TL: So, along with Childes, McKracken is conceivably out of this match. And that doesn't include Butler. Her state is still unknown. MW: Robin Rhoades clearly not pleased here. She just lost her muscle. [And who takes advantage of that? Ms Scarlett. The Red Clad Ranger attacks Rhoades mercilessly, likely doing what she can to be in a better spot for the final stage of the match.] TL: Scarlett has not qualified for the final stage but letting everybody else do all your work is smart. She just has to get her hands on someone else's coin. [While those two fight it out, Weller and St. James clash their way up two ladders side by side. Nether pulls their punches and Weller, of course, pulls out some broken glass she took from the televisions. She takes a wild swing but St James avoids the attempted gash. Weller clearly has no shame. She swings again and as Tesla dodges Weller, she kicks at the redhead's knee. Tesla falls off the ladder allowing Weller to ascend to grab not one but two coins. Tesla hops to her feet and pushes Weller's ladder over before the third nearby coin can be claimed. Weller drops to the floor like a cat, keeping her balance. She gives all the indications of going after Tesla but Kiora Donavon appears, tackling for the former L-PRO Women's Champ from behind.] Scud: Tesla quickly gets up the ladder and she too has obtained a coin. Three coins total are in play. AH: Four have been turned in. Two good. Two penalty coins. [Kiora and Taryn tangle as Tesla quickly comes down the ladder. Trusting her friend has everything under control, the redhead rushes to the tunnel. Our L-PRO cameras tail her closely and out to the other side where she nearly collides with Scarlett and Rhoades. Dodging the battlefront of crimson before her, Tesla zooms into the turn in station and inserts her coin when in position... ... ...and the celebratory ding sounds.] TL: We have spot number three claimed. St. James, Rhoades, and Donavan all in to the final stage. MW: Scarlett, Butler and Weller looking to get that final spot but two penalty coins are out there. TL: Weller has two of those coins... and here she comes through the tunnel! [Apparently having lost Donavon, Weller rushes to the turn in station. Tesla St. James tries to attack sheerly out a principle but she is jumped by Robin Rhoades. Scarlett has disappeared. Unimpeded, Weller inserts the first of her two coins... ... ...and the trap door drops... ...a split second after Weller jumps away to avoid the abyssal plunge. She taps her temple, bragging about her 300 level IQ... ... ...and then eats a superkick from Ms. Scarlett. Weller drops her other coin on the stage and slowly falls backwards into the dark hole left by the trap door.] CJ: THIS. IS. SPARTA! TL: Scarlett. CJ: THIS. IS. SCARLETT! TL: Better. Crowd: "THIS~! IS~! SCAR-LETT~! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP~! THIS~! IS~! SCAR-LETT~! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP~! THIS~! IS~! SCAR-LETT~! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP~!" TL: See? MW: Two coins left and Ms. Scarlett has taken one of them in hand. 50/50 shot. [The Burgandy Battling Bastardess inserts her ill gotten coin, pursuing that final slot into the final stage of the match... ... ... ...and we receive the final happy ding!] TL: There's our final four, fans! Scarlett, St. James, Rhoades, Donavon. CJ: Now what? [As if on cue, spotlights turn on to highlight a title belt dangling from a rope as it is lowered above center ring. Tesla, Robin and Scalett watch for any tricks that may come from nowhere for this previously unknown match. Kiora Donavon emerges from the tunnel carrying a ladder and blows right past her three competitors, not wanting to waste time.] TL: Kiora Donavon carrying a ladder from the back. Smart to come prepared! MW: Robin Rhoades makes a break for the ring but is tackled from behind by Tesla. Payback for the earlier ambush? CJ: Undiagnosed issues with anger most likely. MW: Regardless, its worth discussing the styles we've seen from these four women thus far in the match. Tesla could be considered one or the biggest threats but has been on the defensive. TL: Mostly thanks to Rhoades' aggression. MW: And both Scarlett and Donavon have been opportunistic snipers. CJ: You can't really be a sniper with a bazooka payload. [Kiora reaches the ring, sliding the ladder under the bottom rope. Before she can follow ,Scarlett spins her around by the shoulder and pays her back for the earlier attacks. The two brawl for a moment before St. James and Rhoades eventally make their way down the aisle to join the war. It takes them little time for the quartet to enter the ring proper.] TL: Rhoades with a thumb to Tesla's eye and a boot to her stomach. Back body drop onto the ladder that Kiora brought in. Never a good feeling. CJ: Better than being super kicked into an unforgiving abyss. MW: Think Dee-O will have strong feelings about that one? CJ: She has strong feelings when there aren't new episodes of Breaking Bad. For this... Scarlett is doomed. [Smiling at Tesla's pain, Rhoades kicks away at Red Irish's head and forces her to roll off the ladder. With a twinge in her own back, Rhoades pulls the metal monstrosity up to unfold it below the title belt above. "The Righteous One" reaches the half way up point but Ms. Scarlett wisely positions herself against the ladder, grabs Rhoades by the legs and rips her from the rungs into a powerbomb. Scarlett would have started her own climb but she took a spinning heel kick from Kiora Donavon instead.] CJ: L-PRO has a dental plan, yes? TL: Dentist on retainer even. We may need two after tonight. [Kiora, dealing with her own ailments, gets to her feet and starts her climb. But an achy Robin Rhoades takes firm hold of Donavon's boot. As Kiora tries to deal with the woman at her feet, Tesla rolls to the outside and stats to dig under the ring. Head a bit clearer, Ms. Scarlett does the same. Within a short moment, two more ladders enter the ring. Rather than set the ladders up, Scarlett seeks to drive a boot into Tesla's chest. The redhead deflects but is still backed to the ropes.] TL: Given what happened in Tesla's last match with the Goblin Queen, she may be gunshy about anything coming towards her chest. MW: Medically cleared or not, Tesla wouldn't let this opportunity go. TL: Robin Rhoades up to her feet and now jumping on Scarlett's back... Rhoades is going for the mask! CJ: I know a shop downtown... TL: ... MW: ... CJ: Never mind. [As if the mask weren't enough, Kiora Donavon charges, and takes all three of her opponents over the top rope with herself to the floor. Each of them is clearly hurting. The fans cheer the effort.] MW: All four women push to their feet. Tesla now the first into the ring. Next is Kiora and Scarlett... who are getting right into it! TL: Tesla moving up the center ladder but there's Rhoades. She tips the ladder over. Not a hard hit but Tesla has gotten tied into the ropes! Mw: She's struggling to get free... and look at the expression on Rhoades' face. She's motioning for the heart punch! TL: Kiora may be the only one willing to help but she's still brawling with Ms. Scarlett! [Rhoades smiles like the Grinch about to steal Christmas. She taunts Tesla with a couple slaps to the face just to piss Red Irish and her fans off. Robin balls up her fist and reels back. She turns to blow a kiss to the new MBC Women's title belt. And when she turns back.... ...she sees a freed Tesla St James... ...just before being hit with a Gone to Texas.] MW: Listen to that crowd! Rhoades has got to be done. And you've just got to think, Tesla faked being trapped knowing one or more of her opponents couldn't resist that temptation. CJ: Such a thirst trap. Or fist trap? How does that work? TL: Pins won't work so Tesla wisely pushes Rhoades out of the ring. Robin just flops to the floor. MW: Tesla going to the ladder. Scarlett and Kiora break up their brawl long enough to setup those other two ladders. St. James has a head start but the other two are striking away! TL: Scarlett jumps over to Kiora's ladder! Talk about athleticism! MW: But the ladder is losing balance... [Kiora hits the mat and rolls to the outside in order to avoid the path of the falling ladder. Scarlett maintains better luck and lands on her feet. She returns back to Tesla's ladder and ascends the other side to hopefully keep Red Irish from her ultimate goal. The woman with red hair and the woman with the red mask brawl their way to the top... ...punches are traded... ... ...both reach for the belt... ... ...until a bleeding Robin Rhoades pulls the ladder out from under both of them... ... ...leaving Tesla and Scarlett dangling from the belt.] TL: Not what Rhoades had in mind buth neither Scarlett nor St. James are deterred. MW: Still one ladder standing not far away. St. James and Scarlett could reach for it but they're kicking at each other instead. CJ: Commit to the bit I guess. TL: Tesla down to one hand! The crowd senses a shift in the air! This may be Scarlett's chance! MW: Only if Scarlett can sustain the punishment from Tesla's new assault. One hand or not, Tesla knows what to target! [Relentlessly, Tesla strikes with one hand while she desperately holds on to the belt with the other. Gravity calls for both Scarlett and Tesla to fall as if it were the Berlin Wall under assault from those seeking freedom. The masked wrestler spins to and fro in an attempt to deflect the shots... ...but goes down to a single handed grip herself... ...and drops.] TC: Tesla trying to reach up to undo the strap! It's so close she can taste it! CS: Leather and metal. Again, I know this place downtown. Javier runs a respectable establishment. MW: Exhausted and bloody as she is, Robin Rhoades is scrambling up the ladder! [Only for Kiora Donavon to reenter the ring and rip Rhoades off the ladder as violently as possible. Rhoades keeps her feet only for Donavon to plant her with a DDT. Meanwhile, Tesla struggles with the belt, her arms starting to give way. One hand falls as it is unable to hold on any longer... ... ...but it's done its job. The strap comes free. The belt slips through the ring keeping it on the rope. When Tesla falls, the belt goes with her. And the crowd erupts.] TL' She's done it! The twenty year wait is over! MW: Over two decades, Tesla St. James has competed in major federations such as the UWF, MBC, ACW, Viva Lucha, DSW and others. And she has never won a major singles title in that time. TL: But tonight... tonight on the most bastardly of days, her legacy has forever changed. [Tesla lays on th ring mat, gripping the belt tight to her chest. She is over come with emotions as one would expect. Kiora Donavon, rival and friend alike, is the first to congratulate her. Ms. Scarlett passes on sligh nod in acknowledgment of the redhead's accomplishment. The referee walks over and takes hold of her wrist once she is back to her feet.] BC: The winner of this contest... ...and NEEEEEEEWWWWWWW MBC Unified Women's Champion... [The referee raises her hand, cueing "When the Levee Breaks" to play.] BC: TESLA ST. JAAAAAAMEEEEEESSSSS! [Other wrestles spill from the locker room to head down to ringside in celebration. They hoist Tesla upon their shoulders so she may savor her moment.] TL: Somewhere, Scott Norwood sheds a tear. MW: She's competed everywhere but the MBC, above everywhere else, was her home. How fitting this is. CJ: That's all good. Hooray for her. But she never beat the Goblin Queen. [As the celebration continues, we cut back to the rafters of the warehouse. Carly Sweeting and "Overkill" Joey Malone are still at their commentary table. They look a little disheveled. Thye face one another, both out of breath.] CS: Wow, That was um... intense. OJM: I didn't know... didn't thnk it would be that intense. CS: I mean... I've thought about it... but to do it... here.. OJM: I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me. CS: No, don't apologize. [Did they? Did we miss them...] Unseen Animal: Bark! [Both Carly and Joey look down.] CS: Who knew singing Backstreet Bays in the tongue of the elder gods would invoke a summoning. OM: I always wanted a Cthulu puppy. Cs: What should we name him? OJM: Herbie? Fido? CS: Vilkarathot the Unyielding Madness? OJM: Vilky works. CS: Totally. OJM: You like that, boy? Vilky: Bark! [And back to the main announce desk we go.] MW: That was without a doubt, everything promised and then some. It was crazy, it was out of control, it was insane. It was... TL: It was MBC. MW: Well put. And as we congratulate Tesla St. James one more time on her victory tonight- CJ: Speak for yourself. MW: - we also change gears now as we return to the 2x4 Tournament. The next couple of semi-final matches are on deck here, and as we said before we don't know exactly who is going to compete in each match. All we do know is that the remaining four competitors are all waiting for their shot, two of whom are going to get it in mere moments. [Cut to the ring, as Bill Chapman returns to his position in the ring.] BC: This next match is a FOURTH ROUND MATCH for the 2020 2X4 Tournament! [The audience cheers ... and those cheers are turned up to 11 as "Fly From the Inside" by Shinedown starts playing over the PA System!] TL: Ah, we know that music! BC: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds... hailing from Brookside, Massachusetts.... here is... ... "NIGHTHAWK" MICHAEL BONN! [From behind the curtain steps out the sole survivor of the 2X4 match earlier tonight.] MW: So it's Michael Bonn in the first semi-final match, which means he's had the least amount of time to rest up between rounds. [Bonn is showing a little weariness from his earlier match, but he slaps the hands of the fans as he walks down the aisle towards the ring, mentally getting ready for his match... ... and being blindsided from behind!] L writer: ms P __ \ / ----------------------------------------------- R _) X |_| 2X4 - FOURTH ROUND MATCH O /__/ \ |----------------------------------------------- "NIGHTHAWK" MICHAEL BONN vs DAMIEN "THE OMEN" WILLIAMS MW: The Omen charges and catches Bonn with a dropkick to the back of Bonn's head! CJ: Way to go, Damien! [Omen grabs Bonn by the arm and whips him into the stairs, causing Bonn to somersault over and hit the floor. Omen rolls Bonn into the ring and hops up onto the apron. As Bonn pulls himself up, Omen leaps up, springboards off the rope, and clotheslines Bonn! Poor Bill has left the ring and the referee calls for the bell.] MW: I guess Damien Williams doesn't want an introduction! CJ: If he wins the UWF Title, he'll get all the introductions that he'll ever want! [Omen screams at the referee to make the count... 1... KICKOUT!] MW: Bonn is still alive after that cowardly attack. CJ: Cowardly? No. This is for the UWF World Title. For that prize, you do what it takes. Bonn isn't going to hold- and if the Omen can get an advantage with Bonn not watching himself, that's just smart tactics. [Omen picks up Bonn by the hair and whips him to the ropes. Omen runs to the opposite ropes, and as both rebound Omen flies with a cross-body block into another pinning position! 1... KICKOUT! Omen scampers up to the ropes and leaps off with a split-legged moonsault! Bonn tries to roll out of the way, but Omen flies and lands on Bonn's back, rolling him over and hooking the leg... 1... 2... KICKOUT!] MW: Omen going for a lot of quick pinfall attempts. TL: That's smart. There's still one more match for the winner here. You want to stay as fresh as possible. CJ: Omen is already fresher than Bonn, since Bonn was in the entire first match while Omen was eliminated early. A fast paced match favors Omen in this circumstance. [Omen grabs Bonn in a front facelock, scampers up the turnbuckle, spins into a Tornado DDT- Bonn shoves him off at the last second. As Bonn tries to take a moment to regain his senses, he falls back into the corner. Omen picks himself up, charges forward... monkey flips Bonn out of the corner!] TL: I'm wondering if Omen is making a statement, as well. He thinks of himself as a high flyer, and he's been feuding with Ryu Osawa, Bonn's former partner. Both Ryu and Bonn are also high fliers. I wonder if Omen wants to prove he's the top air man in the area. CJ: Wearing the UWF Title makes a big enough statement. Everything else is just footnotes. [With Bonn lying in the middle of the ring, the masked luchador scampers up the turnbuckle, leaps off with a frog splash... ... ...] TL: Bonn raised his knees! Damien Williams landed hard and hurt himself! [Omen clutches his ribs in pain, and Bonn rolls over and makes the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Bonn takes a moment to pull himself up by the ropes and recover, while Omen rolls over and starts to get back to his feet. Omen charges, and Bonn sidesteps Omen, grabbing him in a Russian Legsweep, and covers... 1... KICKOUT! Bonn grabs Omen by the side and drops him with an atomic drop! As Omen winces, Bonn grabs Omen around the waist and lifts him up for a German Suplex! Bonn hooks the leg... 1... 2... KICKOUT! MW: Bonn outweighs Damien "The Omen" Williams by 40 pounds. Both are high fliers, but Bonn has the strength advantage, and he's using it. CJ: Bonn's also stealing notes from Omen's playbook- he's going for quick pins. He wants to end this early. TL: It's a smart move to try to end the match quickly. But it also opens you up to mistakes. Omen already made one that turned the tide on the match. [Bonn tries to cover again, but Omen kicks out before the one count. Bonn grabs Omen and kicks him in the ribs to double him over. Bonn picks Omen up for a powerbomb... ... Omen hooks his legs around Bonn's neck... ... both struggle, falling against the ropes... ... ...] MW: OMEN WITH A HURRICANRANA THAT TAKES BOTH MEN OVER THE ROPES AND OUTSIDE THE RING! TL: That's about a ten foot fall onto the cement outside. Usually, in a collision like that, whoever lands on top is better off. But in this case, they both landed separately. Either one could be hurt from that fall. [The referee checks both quickly. Satisfied that Omen and Bonn can continue the match, he rolls into the ring and begins a count... "ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!"] MW: What happens if both are counted out? CJ: Then they're both eliminated and neither gets a shot at the UWF Title. TL: That would be awful. ["FOUR!" "FIVE!" Omen uses the bottom rope to pull himself up, and Bonn braces himself using the steps. "SIX!" Omen charges forward- and Bonn spins and delivers a drop toehold, sending Omen crashing face-first into the steps! "SEVEN!" Bonn rolls Omen under the bottom rope, breaking the count. Bonn hops up on the apron. As Omen starts to stand up, Bonn springboards himself off the ropes towards Omen... ... Omen ducks underneath... ... Bonn flips over and lands on his feet... ... Omen charges forward with a bulldog attempt... ... BONN ducks underneath, leaving Omen to go flying past Bonn. As Omen gets up... ... Bonn attempts to pick him up in a tombstone piledriver... ... Omen grabs Bonn in a headscissors and takes Bonn over. Bonn scampers to his feet, but... ... Omen boots him in the midsection and grabs him in a front facelock, signalling for another Tornado DDT. But... ... Bonn lifts Omen up, attempting a vertical suplex... ... Omen rolls forward, wrapping Bonn up in a small package- the referee counts... 1... 2... ... Bonn reverses the small package! 1... 2... 3!!!!] TL: ... CJ: ... MW: ... Did that end the match? [The referee confers with Bill Chapman, who makes it official.] BC: The winner of the match... moving on to the finals of the 2X4... "NIGHTHAAAAAWK" MIIIIIIICHAELLLLLLLL BONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! ["Fly From the Inside" from Shinedown plays again as both Bonn and Omen are slow to rise to their feet!] MW: The last couple of minutes of that match was a sprint! TL: Both men were throwing everything they had to end the match quickly. In the end, Bonn had the winning move. CJ: Yeah- but did Bonn burn himself out there? You can't sprint and win a marathon. [Omen is the first to leave the ring, an angry look and he storms off, pissed that this ends his journey in the tournament. Bonn is left on his own, hearing the strength of the crowd's cheers raining down on him. He moves slowly to the side of the ring, raising an arm triumphantly before ducking through the ropes to the outside.] MW: So we have one of the finalists in this year's tournament set now, and Michael Bonn is one win away from becoming a 2x4 winner as well as a world heavyweight champion. CJ: Yeah but I still think he's worn himself down from that win. TL: Well I don't see any particular injuries to watch out for or worry about, but you can see Bonn is a step slower now after his second match tonight. [Bonn makes his way to the back, and moments after he disappears we hear the scraggly voice of an old man.] Man: I have seen many extraordinary things in my life. I have seen children born and men killed. I have seen storms that would blow over houses, blizzards that turned the whole world white, and the moon so big that I thought I could reach out and grab it. But today... today is a day that I will remember forever, that I will tell my children and grandchildren. For today, I have seen the Greatest Wrestler on Mother Earth. [And with the opening orchestral sounds of of "Chariots of Fire" by Vangelis, the crowd lets loose with a LOUD chorus of boos.] TL: He's popular tonight. CJ: Here comes my champion. Mark it down. L writer: mb P __ \ / ----------------------------------------------- R _) X |_| 2X4 - FOURTH ROUND MATCH O /__/ \ |----------------------------------------------- DANNY HOLDEN vs REVEREND RYU OSAWA BC: Introducing first, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLDENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! [And determination is all over the face of Holden as he emerges from the back, dressed in the same gear as the match earlier tonight. He's not showing that much in terms of wear from the contest, as he makes his way quickly to the ring. Careful to wipe his feet on the mat before stepping through the ropes as is his custom, Holden seems to be all business.] MW: And of course we know which member of the semi-finals team is coming out next to face Danny Holden, ACW Champion Reverend Ryu Osawa. CJ: Come on, last minute alternate. TL: Stop crossing your fingers. [Waiting in the ring, Holden gets in a few last minute squats with his back turned away from the entrance as JTL's "Enter The Dragon" hits to a HUGE POP from the crowd! The lights drop for the entrance of his opponent...] BC: And his opponent! From Sapporo, Japan, weighing in at two hundred and one pounds, the ACW Southwest Heavyweight Champion... RRRRRRREVERRRRRRRREEEEEEEEND RRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYUUUUUUUUU OSAAAAAAAAWAAAAA! [The noise increases as Ryu pops out from the back and appears at the entrance, standing on the stage for a few moments with the ACW belt around his waist. The reason he only stands there for a couple of moments is however because of an oncoming Omen who blindsides Ryu from the left side of the stage! HEEL POP!] MW: Oh my god, where did Damien Williams come from?! He's assaulting Ryu right here on the stage! HE TRIED TO BLINDSIDE BONN EARLIER, AND HE'S DOING THE SAME DAMN THING TO RYU NOW! CJ: I want to say Dallas, but I'm not one hundred percent sure. TL: Was he just waiting off to the side of the entrance?!? He caught Ryu off-guard and is just blistering him with shots to the head now! [Voicing their rage at this attack, the crowd boos the hell out of Williams as he tears the belt off of Ryu and throws it away, leveling him with a huge clothesline! By now the crowd has alerted Holden to what's happening, as he turns around and spots the attack on his opponent. Ducking out of the ring he begins to charge up the aisle, but by the time he's closed the gap the Omen has driven Ryu's face into the stage with a BRUTAL curbstomp! HEEL POP!] MW: Oh god, THE MARK OF THE BEAST! Omen has just about destroyed Ryu Osawa before this match has even begun! But here comes Danny Holden to the rescue, and I can't believe I'm saying this! TL: And he's running Damien off here, he's already done the damage! CJ: He's not getting up, this one's OVA! [Holden makes it to a downed Ryu as security and officials swell out around on the stage too, and for his part Danny actually looks concerned and mad about the attack. As the Omen disappears backstage, Ryu is barely moving and the suits try to check on his condition... ...and that's when Holden reaches down and picks him up by the head, dragging him down the aisle right towards the ring, dumping him under the bottom rope quickly. Before climbing back into the ring he slams his hand against the mat in anger, clearly pissed off at the situation with Ryu.] MW: Oh come on! Why are you doing that? What would possess Danny Holden to take it upon himself... none of this makes any sense! TL: Actually for Holden this makes complete sense. He might be annoying and a huge pain in the ass, but he's also got a strict code of professionalism when it comes to his matches. CJ: Exactly! He believes in himself so much, he hates for anybody to have an argument against losing that they're not in top shape. TL: Let's not get nuts, he also did whatever he could to try and tire Ryu out in the last round by tagging him in repeatedly. MW: I don't know how this match is even still going to happen! Ryu Osawa is barely conscious here, and despite the limited concern he's showing, Holden seems pretty intent on competing. [It's mostly the ropes doing the work, but Ryu manages to pull himself back to his feet. The referee asks him a few times if he's still sure he wants to do this, and has to push Danny Holden back when he tries to speak up and answer for Ryu. Osawa holds his head, slumping against the turnbuckle but gives the referee a headshake to signify that yes he's good to go.] TL: I guess we're going through with it after all, Ryu's waving Holden on. MW: This is a mistake, this shouldn't be happening. CJ: For once we agree. Just give Danny the belt and end the charade. MW: What? That's not what I'm saying, and we've also got the finals to go. You're the one who asked for an alternate a few minutes ago, Ryu Osawa shouldn't be competing like this at such a disadvantage! CJ: I don't remember saying anything about an alternate. You play the hand you're dealt, Westley. [The crowd is still booing for everything that's happening, but a pop rises for Osawa's willingness to take Holden on. The referee steps back and reluctantly calls for the bell, and as soon as he does Danny comes at Ryu and tries to trap him in the corner. Osawa expects it however and ducks down, allowing Holden to slam into the corner and then rolls him up from behind! 1! 2! KICKOUT!] MW: WE ALMOST SAW THE PIN BY RYU! Danny Holden kicks out though, but that would have been a huge upset! TL: Yeah but Holden's making him pay for it now, that might have been Ryu's best chance. [Angered by the near loss, Holden doesn't waste any time in getting on top of Ryu and dealing him shot after shot to the head, softening him up and making the Southwest Champion cover up from the shots. Peeling him up off the mat quickly Danny slams him back into the turnbuckle and then doubles Ryu up for a series of kneelifts to the face, alternating with hammerfists against the back of his neck. A few more kneelifts and Holden switches position and goes up to the second turnbuckle, riding Osawa into the mat with his knee driven into the back of his skull again. Flipping him over, Holden hooks a leg for the cover. 1! 2! KICKOUT! HUGE POP!] MW: Oh boy, that one was close! But Ryu isn't throwing in the towel yet. TL: He's maybe the most underrated wrestler in this entire tournament, a lot of people still see Osawa as Michael Bonn's little buddy but he's had an impressive career in his own right. You don't win the Southwest title without being at the top of your game. CJ: Yeah but on the other hand, suffer. Suffer, Ryu. [Holden yanks his foe back onto his feet again and props him up by the ropes again, delivering some open handed chops across the upper chest to Ryu. Digging down deep, Ryu responds back with some chops of his own that surprises Holden, and even makes him back up a step or two as Ryu gets going. Not willing to just fold up his tent and go home, Ryu gamely comes off the ropes with a flying shoulderblock and knocks Danny off his feet, then follows up with a jawbreaker. The ill effects of it smashing into the top of his own head means Ryu can't follow right up however, as Holden crawls on his hands and knees to a far corner to regroup and get back up. A woozy Ryu struggles to get up, and does so only to be met with a flying forearm by Holden that takes him right out. On his back, Ryu tries to avoid an arm wringer but Danny tightens in and kneels against his ribs to keep Ryu trapped on the mat. It's all he can do to keep raising his shoulder up off the mat and not be pinned, and otherwise he's at Holden's mercy until he slowly drags Ryu to one knee, adding leverage to increase the tension on the submission hold.] TL: I'm a little surprised at Danny Holden's patience, I would have thought he'd be looking to end this match as quickly as possible. Both because of the shape Ryu's in but also knowing the winner still has to face Michael Bonn in the finals tonight. MW: Well we did see each man try for the flash win right at the start, but you're right Tom. A long match is bad news for the odds of whoever comes out of this match. [Gritting his teeth as he continues to wrench the arm, Holden pulls Ryu right up to his feet and begins to run towards the side of the ring, then with fluid movement he jumps right over the ropes and out to the floor, snapping the limb across the top rope and sending Osawa crashing back to the mat, his arm now bothering him even more! HEEL POP!] CJ: Back back back, and GONE! Alright let's wrap this one up here! MW: Looking at the expression on Danny Holden's face here, he certainly thinks the end is going to be near. That confidence has never left him, meanwhile Ryu Osawa is struggling to just stay competitive. Damn the Omen, he's robbed us of a fair match here. TL: You know it's interesting to think about, Danny got to face a badly beaten opponent back at Brawl From The Mall in the L-PRO title tournament too. I'd almost call this a conspiracy, except that I'm pretty confident nobody can stand Holden long enough to help coordinate any of this with him. CJ: Hey, shut up. He's the maestro of the mat, you don't know he wouldn't have won that match last time. Just like I'd bet anything he's going to win this match too. [Holden climbs to the ring apron and ducks back into the ring to break the count, but takes a few moments too long and as he tries to grab Ryu it's the Japanese wrestler who snags him instead with an inside cradle out of nowhere! 1! 2! KICKOUT! Holden is angry and again unleashes on Ryu with a torrent of elbows square in the face, battering him and leaving him beaten on the mat as he gets back to his feet. After dragging Osawa up again and hitting a hammerlock slam with the damaged arm trapped underneath his own body, Holden tries for the cover. MW: ONE! TWO! THR- NO! Osawa kicks out, this match isn't over yet! TL: I have to hand it to Ryu, no matter how this turns out he's proven himself to be more than game and one of the very best wrestlers in the world today. CJ: Yeah but you're GONNA hand it to Danny Holden. And by it, I mean the UWF title belt by the end of the night. [Danny sneers and grabs Ryu's face, peppering him again and again with elbows to the face before grabbing the arm once more, trapping it in a standing vice-lock next. Osawa struggles, trying to reach for the ropes but after more than a few seconds instead begins to pick himself up off the mat, and in the process lifting Holden up on his shoulder and off his feet. Trading up his attack, Holden releases the arm and drops down into a sunset flip type move that propels Ryu backwards violently against the turnbuckles! The force of it is enough to whiplash him hard, and Osawa collapses onto the mat, lying face down. Holden grunts and rolls over, blitzing him with more elbows into the back of the head and a pair of forearms across the side of his head. Once he's certain that Ryu isn't going to put up more of a fight, Holden locks on his patented armbar submission hold and wrenches it in, flipping Ryu onto his back and tearing away at the arm as he screams at the referee to "ASK HIM!"] MW: Oh this doesn't look good at all, Danny Holden has the armbar locked right onto Ryu, and I don't see any signs of life at all now. TL: Yeah, there's the official, he's checking with Osawa... THERE'S THE TAP. [The bell sounds, giving the crowd a chance to BOO THE HELL out of Holden as his music starts to play again. Danny releases the armbar a few seconds later, struggling to raise back onto his feet again and the referee makes it official by raising his arm to signify the win.] BC: The winner of the match... moving on to the finals of the 2X4... DANNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLDEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN! [The triumphant Holden keeps his arms raised in victory, and begins to show off one finger raised in the air now. Ryu is tended to by the referee, and a few more officials make it down to ringside now to keep an eye on his condition. Osawa doesn't move much, but enough to at least show the crowd he's still got heart.] MW: Well I still don't like the way it went down at all, thanks to the Omen, but Danny Holden will move on to the finals now to face the Nighthawk. And one of these two men will walk out tonight as the UWF World Heavyweight Champion. TL: We've seen them fight before, but never with this much on the line between them. This ought to be an absolute war. [Holden climbs to the second turnbuckle for a moment, still holding up one finger before he slowly climbs down, and to the arena floor.] MW: Fans, we've still got the last hour to come now. Two more matches, it'll be Eddie Winston V and Jerry Titus for the huge title unification match, and then Danny Holden will face Michael Bonn in the finals of tonight's 2x4 Tournament! Stay tuned, we'll be back! [Fade to black.]