MWL Redline - October 24, 2007
"Three." Red stated, handing the number to Stevan Corber.
"Alright, Stevan, get that down." Michael stated, as Stevan wrote "Red Norton" next to the large "3" written on the whiteboard behind him. "Allan, you're next." Allan limped to the box and reached in drawing out his number.
"S...seven." Allan stated, a sharp gasp interrupting him.
"Look, Allan, I don't think you should be competing in this tournament. Not in the shape you're in after Extinction. I'm worried about you and Chris." Michael stated.
"I drew seven." Allan repeated, as Stevan wrote "Allan Martel" next to the seven on the whiteboard.
"Seiryu, Kouryuu." Michael announced, as the former MWL World Tag Team Champions approached the box and drew their numbers, showing them to Michael.
"Seiryu drew seven, and Kouryuu drew three." Michael stated, as Stevan wrote their names next to their respective draws.
"Catastrope." Michael announced, as he approached the box, his MWL World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist.
"Two." Catastrophe stated, handing his number to Stevan and stepping back.
"Spike Norton, you're next." Michael called, as Spike stepped forward and reached into the box.
"Six." Spike spat, handing the number to Stevan.
"Christopher Martel." Michael announced, as Chris limped forward, as Allan did, and drew his number.
"I got...two." Christopher gasped, as he gripped his side.
"Look, Chris, Allan, really. You don't have to compete in this tournament. I can get you guys shots at the title after the tournament, but..." Michael began.
"Michael, we have...a chance to...make history. Nobody cares about...who the second...North American Champion...will be. Only...the first." Chris snarled, between gasps. Christopher then glared at Stevan, who wrote Chris' name next to Catastrophe's.
"Alright, Nicholas Hunter." Michael called, as Nick stepped forward and plunged his hand into the box, pulling out his number.
"Four." Nick read, handing the number to Stevan, and stepping back, looking to Jim Norris, hoping he would be his partner in the qualifier.
"Chance, Panzer." Michael called, as Chance stepped forward, followed by Panzer. They both drew their numbers.
"I got six, and Panzer got...one." Chance stated, looking at Panzer's number, as Stevan wrote the names in their respective positions.
"Anthony Jacobs." Michael announced, as the new face walked forward, looking Michael Jamborgh in the eyes. "It's so good to have a former CAW Champion in our midst." Michael grinned, as AJ reached into the box, and drew his number.
"One." AJ stated, handing the number to Stevan and returning to his former position.
"Shane Warner." Michael called, as a man in a tan business suit walked up toward the box.
"Michael Jamborgh! Long time, no see!" Shane grinned. He reached in and pulled out his number, looking at it and tossing it at Stevan. "That's number eight, Stevan, heh! I got a good feeling! Hey, Mike, whaddya think of the two graduates?"
"We'll find out." Michael sighed, as Shane Warner danced back into the crowd. "Scott Froelich." Scott walked forward, the MWL World Lightweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder, and reached into the box.
"Five." Scott stated, turning and walking back.
"David Hitz." Michael called, as David stepped forward, quickly grabbed his number and handed it to Stevan.
"Eight." Stevan read, writing David's name on the whiteboard next to Shane's.
"Jim Norris." Michael called, as Jim stepped forward, and picked out his number.
"WHAT?!" Jim shouted. "No way!"
"Five." Stevan read, writing "Jim Norris" next to "Scott Froelich".
"So then Viper will have four." Michael announced. "Alright, the first qualifier will be Panzer and Anthony Jacobs versus Catastrophe and Christopher Martel." When Michael finished that statement, AJ lunged forward and struck Chris Martel, knocking him down. AJ picked Christopher up, by the head, and hurled him into the brick wall of Michael Jamborgh's office, backing away, and posing, before walking out. "Damn it! Catastrophe, Chris is in no shape to compete. I guess you're on your own..." Michael sighed.
Match 1: North American Championship Tournament Qualifier - Catastrophe v. Panzer & Anthony Jacobs
As Panzer walked toward the backstage area, AJ slid back into the ring, focusing on the fallen Catastrophe. A fierce look fell over AJ's face as he circled Catastrophe, watching for any movement at all.
As Catastrophe began to stand, AJ quickly tucked back into the far corner, keeping a close eye on the MWL World Tag Team Champion. When Catastrophe was finally on his feet, and was unfortunate enough to turn around, AJ charged head-first into Catastrophe, bringing him crashing down to the mat again.
AJ continued to circle Catastrophe, watching for movement. While Catastrophe laid unconscious, AJ picked him up and propped him up on the top turnbuckle, grinning as he glared up at his opponent. He grabbed Catastrophe by the head and ran forward, performing a cutter on his already destroyed opponent.
AJ then stood, grinning, and staring down at Catastrophe, out cold. AJ slid out of the ring and walked over to the timekeeper's table, grabbed Catastrophe's title belt, and stepped back into the ring. He stood over Catastrophe, unsnapped the belt, and draped it over his opponent, turning and slowly making his way to the backstage area, as several members of security, and the medical staff, came out to attend to the champion.
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"Oh, good lord." Michael gasped, watching the assault. "Shane, what kind of monster have you brought me?!"
"Uhm...the kind that everybody's afraid of?" Shane asked, a nervous tone in his voice, as Michael stared menacingly at him.
Match 2: North American Championship Tournament Qualifier - Red Norton & Kouryuu v. Nicholas Hunter & Viper
"Good!" Michael announced. "I'm glad to see one of alumni has some kind of morals!"
"Yeah, but he's been known to get just as nasty. He just needs to be provoked." Shane answered.
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The titantron flickered, as the image of Yugo Ryan, Lino, and Melissa Rez appeared on the screen. "Well, it seems that due to a certain rookie in the midst of our promotion, our newest recruit, Catastrophe will be out of action for a little while. But don't fret. He'll be back at Uprising when SYN defends the MWL World Tag Team Championship against the Ssu-Ling's Seiryu and Kouryuu." Yugo stated, with a smirk.
Lino held up his MWL World Tag Team Championship belt and smirked, as well. "Seiryu, Kouryuu, don't even bother trying to take these belts from The X. It won't happen. I, alone, could beat both of you, and walk away with these belts still in our midst."
"Settle down, Lino, you still have over three weeks to go. However, I, at the command of Michael Jamborgh, must defend the MWL World Heavyweight Championship tonight against Magnum." Yugo interrupted. "Magnum, I know that you're listening, so listen closely, and listen well. You will not take this title from me. You just don't have what it takes to be THE MWL World Heavyweight Champion!" Yugo laughed. Yugo then raised his hand and clenched his fist. "Cut it." He commanded, as the image faded from the titantron.
The fireworks then began to explode and blast, an impressive show, signifying that the MWL World Heavyweight Championship bout was at hand...
Main Event: MWL World Heavyweight Championship - (C) Yugo Ryan v. Magnum
As Yugo stood over Magnum, championship belt in hand, and Melissa at his side, he grinned, as Lino made his way down the ramp. Lino grabbed a mic and handed it to Yugo. "Henh, don't worry, Magnum. It's not that you're weak, I'm just too strong!" With that, Yugo held his championship back overhead and made his way out of the ring, Melissa and Lino by his side, as Magnum stayed in the ring, bringing himself to his feet.