MWL Redline - August 22, 2007
"Now wait just a second, Michael!" Jim Norris demanded, appearing on the stage. "Why are those two Free Radical wannabes getting a chance? What about me and Nick, eh?!"
"Fine! You want a chance? You and Nick, tonight, against the Norton Brothers! You two win, you get their spot in the match at Domination." Michael answered.
"What?! Not only do I have a title match at Domination, but I have a match tonight in a little bit! What am I supposed to do about that, huh?!" Jim demanded.
"I don't know, nor do I care, Jimmy. It's not my responsibility." Michael announced. "But you've got around five minutes, so I suggest you figure something out fast." With that, Jim threw the microphone aside and ran backstage.
"Now, moving on, there is one open slot left for Domination. We have our 'pal', Jim Norris defending the MWL World Lightweight Championship against David Hitz. After that, at the request of both men, is Nicholas Hunter in an all-out brawl against Catastrophe. For the MWL-CAW Championship, Panzer defends against the undefeated Genbu. And, to top off the whole night, we have a Goldlust rematch between Kairez and Yugo Ryan for the MWL World Heavyweight Championship." Michael explained. "But don't worry, everyone, by the end of the night, I'll come up with our final match, and I'll let you know about it."
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"Stevan Corber here, with the one and only Scott Froelich!" Stevan announced. "Now, Scott--"
"SCOTT!" Jim shouted, grabbing him by the coat. "Scott, I need you to do me a favor!"
"What is it?" Scott asked.
"I need you to take my place in the triple threat match!" Jim answered.
"What's in it for me?" Scott pressed.
"A title shot at Infection!" Jim announced.
"Mm...I don't know..." Scott pondered.
"In a match of your choice!" Jim continued.
"Hmm...I suppose..." Scott answered.
"Yes! Thank you!" Jim stated, running off.
"Well, Stevan, looks like I'm up." Scott stated, putting on his sunglasses and heading to the arena.
"Scott Froelich, David Hitz, and Byakko, Hardcore Triple Threat match, next!" Stevan announced.
Match 1: Hardcore - Triple Threat: Scott Froelich v. David Hitz v. Byakko
As the notorious Free Radical theme began, the two competitors still standing looked to the entryway, moving to the set of Free Radical TV, and donning their headsets. "Free Radical TV is NOW!" Jim announced, laughing. "Get 'im, Scott!"
With that, Scott Froelich cracked Byakko over the head with the barbed wire baseball bat in his hands. Scott grabbed Byakko by the hair and pulled him to his feet, looking to the crowd as he hit the Mad Drive.
"Chairs! Chairs! Chairs! Chairs! Chairs!" Jim and Nick chanted together, as Byakko began to push himself to his feet, only to get cracked, again, by Scott, but this time with a chair. Scott placed the chair under Byakko's head and stomped, sliding to the outside, just over the fallen David. He reached under the ring, and grabbed another chair, sliding back into the ring, and standing above the dazed Byakko.
Scott raised the chair high, and brought it down onto Byakko's head, and hard. After two more chair shots, David crawled into the ring, trying to stop Scott, only to recieve a Mad Drive. Scott grabbed a microphone and pointed to the stage. "Jimmy, at Infection, I want my title shot in a Hell in a Cell!"
"Whoa, now, slow down there, buddy." Jim answered. "Tell me, why should I reward you for a match that you didn't win?"
"Because that was the deal!" Scott snapped. "I take your place in the match, and I get a title shot at Infection! And under rules that I choose! Now either you give me the match, or I can go to Jamborgh and have myself placed in the match on Sunday!"
"You wouldn't dare!" Jim retorted.
"Bet me!" Scott growled.
"Now, hold it, hold it, hold it!" Michael Jamborgh announced, appearing on the stage. "Jimmy, Nick, do you really have time to be arguing with Scott?"
"Yes I do!" Jim announced.
"Really? Because according to my watch, you have a match in about ONE MINUTE!" Michael shouted, as Jim and Nick ran to the back to get ready.
Match 2: The Norton Brothers v. Free Radical
"Stevan Corber, here, with one half of the MWL World Tag Team Champions, please welcome at this time, Kouryuu." Stevan announced. "Now, Kouryuu, next week, here on Redline, you and Seiryu are to defend the Tag Team Championship against the winner of what Michael has dubbed the 'Nation's Pride' match. What are you thoughts, and who do you think you'll be facing?"
"Well, first of all, personally, I believe we'll get to take on the Norton Brothers. They're quite the tag team, and defending our titles against them would prove that we belong at the top of the tag team division. But to be honest, I think it'll be a tough call. Those two teams are incredible. Both of them have national pride to spare, and there's a lot of tension between those guys, but they won't be backing down from a chance to get a hold of the Ssu-Ling and walk out champions." Kouryuu answered.
"Alright, now--" Stevan was cut off as Chance approached Kouryuu, shoving him out of the way.
"Kouryuu, Magnum wanted me to come here to talk to you face to face, alright?" Chance asked, as Kouryuu nodded. "You're giving the winner at Domination a title shot on Redline, but why not take it to the next level, eh? An HT5 match for the MWL World Tag Team Championship!"
"Not bad. I like it. Magnum's idea?" Kouryuu asked. Chance nodded. "Alright, tell you what, you and me, one on one, at Domination. You win, you get Magnum, and bring him to the HT5 match on Redline. But if you lose, you won't get another shot. Deal?"
Chance extended his hand and the two shook on it. "Well, you saw it here first, folks, Chance and Kouryuu one on one at Domination for a chance at an HT5 match on Redline next week, for the tag team titles!" Stevan announced.
With that, a blond woman wearing arctic camouflage came up to Chance and tugged on his arm. "Chance, don't you have a match in a second?" She asked.
"Yeah, Arctica. I'll be out there in a minute. You go ahead and get ready, though." Chance answered as she walked off.
"What was...?" Stevan began, looking at Arctica as she left.
"Well, Yugo's tough, so I got an insurance policy." Chance answered. "You've gotta be ready."
"She's pretty cute." Stevan whispered, as Chance and Kouryuu nodded in agreement.
Main Event: Yugo Ryan v. Chance
As Yugo stood over Chance, his foot resting on his opponent's chest, he raised one hand in victory. Arctica entered the ring, approaching Chance as Yugo extended his hand to her. Arctica immediately slapped Yugo across the face. Stumbling back, Yugo stood, glaring at Arctica as she tended to Chance. He began to exit the ring, and then paused, reentering and approaching Arctica. He grabbed her by the hair and quickly flashed the Rock Fist before hoisting her up and dropping her with the Superiority Complex, as Magnum charged down the entryway.
Yugo quickly slid out as Magnum entered the ring and grabbed a microphone. "Yugo!" Magnum shouted. "You just stepped over the line! At Infection, you and me, Ryan! Hell in a Cell!"
"You're on!" Yugo answered, smirking, backing up the ramp, as Magnum checked on Arctica.