MWL Redline - September 12, 2007
"Well, here we are, the MWL World Tag Team Champions. A week from Sunday, the two of us step into a cage along with Lino and Yugo Ryan. And in that cage, we will be defending our titles. Chance, what do you think? When I pin Yugo, you think they'll give me a shot at the MWL World Heavyweight Championship?" Magnum asked.
"If you prove you can beat the champ, you should get a shot at the title. That's only fair, right?" Chance wondered.
"Aw, whatever. Now, Yugo, I've got a bone to pick with you, so get your ass out here, right now!" Magnum demanded.
With that, Yugo's music began, and the MWL World Heavyweight Champion appeared on the stage, his title around his waist. "Yeah, whaddya want?" Yugo snapped.
"Arctica wants a chance to get back at you. She asked me to get her a match against someone close to you. I seem to recall you having a manager back in the day..." Magnum stated.
"Yeah, I did. But she turned on me, remember? Don't worry, I've got just the person to stomp Arctica back into the hospital... I'll have them next week..." Yugo answered, grinning.
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"Stevan Corber, here, with one team in tonight's opening contest, the Lightweight Showcase! Please welcome, at this time, Jim Norris, Scott Froelich, and Spike Norton!" Stevan announced. "Jim Norris, the contract signing for the Lightweight title match is tonight, do you have any idea how you're going to prove your innocence?"
"Damn it, Stevan, I have no idea what I'm going to do! Michael and David are convinced it was me, and nobody else witnessed a damn thing! If it actually was me, I'd be damned proud of it! Hell, I'd be bragging!" Jim answered.
"Look, Jimmy, it's all well an' good that you're tryin' ta figure out who attacked David ta get back in the title picture, but the match is in jus' a bit, Jimmy, so get focused, awright?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, sure, Lone Star." Jim answered, as Scott snickered.
"Now wha's so damn funny?!" Spike snapped, whipping around to face Scott, who was looking back.
"Oh, nothing..." Scott answered.
"Either way, I'm not sure how, but mark my words, Stevan, I will prove my innocence by the end of the night!" Jim announced, walking off, as Spike and Scott stayed behind for a moment.
"Seriously, wha's so damn funny?" Spike demanded.
"Absolutely nothing." Scott repeated, walking after Jim. "Lone Star." He added, almost mockingly.
"Now, what...?!" Spike began, cutting himself off and chasing after his teammates.
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Match 1: Lightweight Showcase: Scott Froelich, Jim Norris, and Spike Norton v. David Hitz, Byakko, and Christopher Martel
"Stevan Corber, here, with the one and only Nicholas Hunter. Nick, what are your thoughts on this situation with Jim Norris?" Stevan asked.
"Well, Stevan, Jimmy's my tag partner, I've gotta give him the benefit of the doubt, y'know? Besides, chances are, if it really was him, he'd be bragging up and down the backstage!" Nick announced.
"And do you think Jim will be able to prove his innocence by the end of the night?" Stevan asked.
"Well, I hope so! It'd look pretty bad if the future #1-contenders to the MWL World Tag Team Championship had a blemish like this on their record!" Nicholas answered. At that point, Kairez approached.
"Excuse me, what?" Kairez asked.
"Well, it's common knowledge that Jimmy and I deserve a shot at the MWL World Tag Team Championship." Nicholas answered. "After all, Free Radical IS the future of the MWL."
"Alright, kid, let me tell you something. You don't just say you're the future of a promotion, you PROVE it." Kairez spat.
"I already have." Nicholas answered, getting in Kairez's face.
"Then tell me, who have you beaten that showed you are the future of this company, huh?" Kairez demanded. "Better yet, what have you even done that showed you're the future?"
"Me and my partner beat the current reigning MWL World Tag Team Champions." Nicholas answered.
"By count-out." Kairez retorted.
"A win is a win." Nicholas replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"Now, listen, punk. You want to call yourself the future of the MWL? Prove it. At Infection, you and me, one on one, in the ring." Kairez challenged.
"You're on." Nicholas responded, as Kairez extended his hand. The two then shook on it as Kairez walked off. "When Infection rolls around, he won't know what hit him." Nicholas muttered. "Now, if you'll excuse, me, I have a match." Nicholas stated, walking off.
"Nicholas Hunter takes on the 'Soldier of Fortune', Chance, next!" Stevan announced.
Match 2: Nicholas Hunter v. Chance
"Alright, Scott, David, that is the contract for Infection. All that's left is for you two to sign it, and my signature for finalization. We'll be taking care of that after the main event, just in case Jim can somehow prove he's innocent." Michael stated. "Any questions?" David and Scott both shook their heads in silent reply.
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"Hello, Stevan Corber here with the MWL World Heavyweight Champion, Yugo Ryan, and Lino!" Stevan announced. "Gentlemen, a week from Sunday, you will be challenging Magnum and Chance for the MWL World Tag Team Championship in a Hell in a Cell. What are your thoughts?"
"My thoughts are, we're gonna kick some ass! After Infection, we will walk out of that cage as the new MWL World Tag Team Champions. And we will show, once again, that we are better than those two amateurs ever were!" Yugo shouted.
"Tonight, I've got my match with Kairez. Magnum, you'd better watch, and take note. What I do to Kairez tonight, you would do well to witness. Because come Infection, you and the 'Soldier of Fortune', well, your title reign will be very short-lived." Lino growled.
"And once we break you two in half, we will stand superior, and there will be no more question...Magnum, you CAN'T beat me!" Yugo laughed, before walking off, as Lino followed.
"Lino challenges Kairez in just a few moments!" Stevan announced.
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"Damn it, Nick, this is bad. I've only got a few more minutes before the contract signing. I won't be able to prove I didn't do it!" Jim whined.
"There's got to be something you can do." Nicholas replied.
"No, I've got nothing!" Jim shouted.
"We'll figure it out." Nicholas answered, as the two kept walking.
Main Event: Kairez v. Lino
As Lino and Kairez, respectively, exited the ring, a table was placed in the ring and set up, as Michael Jamborgh appeared on the stage, making his way to the ring, the contract in hand. He entered the ring and placed the contract on the table, grabbing a microphone. "Alright, here we are, the contract signing for the Lightweight title match at Infection. Now, at this time, I would like to call out the MWL World Lightweight Champion, David Hitz!" Michael announced, as David's music began.
The champion appeared on the stage, walking down the ramp and entering the ring, the Lightweight Championship around his waist. "And now, I would like to call the challenger, Scott Froelich, to the ring." Michael stated as Scott's music blared, and the lights flashed. The challenger walked slowly to the ring, and walking just as slowly up the steps and into the ring.
"Alright, guys, all you have to do is sign the contract. David, you sign here." Michael began, pointing to one section of the page. "And Scott, you sign here." Michael continued, pointing to another section. David quickly scribbled his signature, followed by Scott. Scott then asked for the microphone from Michael.
"By the way, David. It was me that attacked you. Not Jim." Scott grinned, as Jim Norris' music blared. Jim Norris and Nicholas Hunter then came charging down to the ring, chasing Scott out of the ring. Scott slowly backed up the ramp, as Jim grabbed the microphone.
"Scott, you son of a--!" Jim began, being cut off by Michael.
"Scott, for causing this whole mess, I'm adding Jim Norris to the Hell in a Cell match at Infection!" Michael announced.
"What?!" Scott demanded.
"And on top of that, David, get ready, you'll be defending the Lightweight Title next week on
Redline, so Jimmy can get his hands on Scott and try to get his title back, too. Jimmy, what will the match type be next week?" Michael asked.
"A triple threat ladder match!" Jim answered. "Nick, bring that sack of crap in here!" With that, Nicholas slid out of the ring and chased Scott up the ramp, grabbing him by the hair, and dragging him back to the ring. He slid him in as Jim grabbed him by the head and did a Radical Crash straight through the table.
"It doesn't feel too good, does it, Scott?" David demanded, throwing the microphone down, and exiting the ring as Free Radical stood over the unconscious Scott.