MWL Redline - April 16, 2008
"Well, first of all, what was the name of the next pay-per-view, again?" Sarah asked.
"Aftermath." Shane interrupted. Sarah cocked an eyebrow and looked to Michael.
"Aren't 'Fallout' and 'Aftermath' pretty much the same thing?" Sarah asked. Before Michael could answer, she continued. "Shut up. What we need is a theme... And a new name..." Sarah fell silent for a few moments as she though. "Aah, I've got it! 'Russian Roulette'! And every match will have randomized stipulations!" Michael looked on, silent, as Sarah continued. "Now, we just need our main event..."
"Wasn't it going to be Yugo Ryan and Allan Martel for the MWL World Heavyweight Championship...?" Chad asked.
"Right, right, but that doesn't scream 'main event' like it should..." Sarah pondered. "AHA, I'VE GOT IT!" Sarah shouted, as Michael fell over in his seat at her sudden outburst. "A triple threat! Yugo Ryan versus Allan Martel versus... Nicholas Hunter."
"WHAT?!" Shane shouted. "Nick had his chances, already! Hell, he got the two out of three falls match!" Sarah raised one finger and grinned, which silenced Shane.
"True, but Yugo ALSO had to use low blows to take him down. Which says to me that he felt his title was threatened in that match. And besides, imagine what kind of a draw a triple threat match for the title will be! Especially at Russian Roulette!" Sarah laughed.
"Am I the only one that remembers the last triple threat match for the MWL World Heavyweight Championship...?" Shane sighed, as he rubbed his temples.
"No, you're not." Michael answered.
"So, what am I doing tonight, Sarah?" Chris asked. Sarah turned to face Chris, approached him and bent over, making her face only inches from his, a frustrated look on her face and her hands on her hips. Chris grinned innocently, and looked down slightly at her chest.
"Chris. I'm up here." Sarah stated, as Chris' gaze shifted upward. "I already told you that tonight, you'll be teaming up with David Hitz against Scott Froelich and Alex DuVry." Chris' gazed shifted slightly downward again, as Sarah became further frustrated. "CHRIS! UP HERE!" Sarah shouted. Chris' head tilted upward, but his gaze remained where it was. Fed up, Sarah rolled her eyes and stood upright. Chris looked up, and began to speak.
"D'aaw, Alex again?! Why don't I get to face somebody FUN?!" Chris whined.
"Because I told you so, that's why!" Sarah shouted. "Besides, last week, you said you wanted to face Scott, and now here's your chance. Who knows? If you beat Scott, you might just move up to go for that title after Russian Roulette." Sarah grinned.
"Really? Well, hot damn, lemme at 'im!" Chris shouted as he jumped to his feet and charged out the door.
"Does he realize his match isn't for a little while, yet?" Michael asked, his eyes wide as Sarah grinned.
"I doubt it." She answered. "Shane, I think you're up, though, so get out there."
"Sure." Shane nodded, as he stood up and made his way to the arena.
Match 1: Shane Warner v. Chance
"Ladies and gentlemen, Stevan Corber here, with the newest contender to the MWL World Heavyweight Championship. Please welcome, at this time, Allan Martel!" Stevan announced. "Allan, earlier tonight, the new head of talent relations ordered that your match at Russian Roulette, as the event is now called, be booked as a triple threat match also involving former champion, Nicholas Hunter. What are your thoughts?"
"Well, Stevan, it might lower my chances of walking out champion, but it lowers the chances of Yugo retaining, too. And with the current situation of Yugo and his lackeys controlling all of the World Championships, that's a good thing. If anyone can get that belt away from Yugo, we're good." Allan answered.
"But, Allan, don't you want to be the next champion...?" Stevan began.
"Of course I do! But MWL does come first, you know. If Nick wins, then so be it. I'll just face him for the title later on. Like, in June, or something, maybe. I dunno, but come hell or high water, that MWL World Heavyweight Championship will come to rest with me! And do you know why, Stevan?" Allan demanded
Stevan heaved a sigh. "Because you were 'BORN for HARDCORE'?" Stevan asked.
"But of course! Now you're getting it, Stevan!" Allan laughed. Allan then turned to make his exit while Stevan shook his head. Allan stopped as Nicholas Hunter came into view.
"Well, Allan, seems like we're set to face off, tonight. In a hardcore match, no less." Nick stated, extending his hand to Allan. "May the best man win, eh?" Allan looked to Nick cautiously for a moment before he extended his hand and shook with Nick. They both then made their exit.
Match 2: David Hitz & Chris Campbell v. Scott Froelich & Alex DuVry
"Ladies and gentlemen, Stevan Corber, here, with--!" Stevan began.
"Give me that!" Yugo spat, as he grabbed the microphone and shoved Stevan aside. With him were Lino, Catastrophe, and Scott Froelich, each with their respective championship belts on their shoulders. As Yugo began, Scott stood behind him and chatted with the MWL World Tag Team Champions. "This new girl in management, Sarah whatever, you can put me in a match with five other guys if you want, and I'll STILL walk out champion! Nothing you can do to me or any members of the X will get these titles away from the X. Not a single thing!"
Lino approached Yugo and took the microphone from him. "Same goes for myself and Catastrophe. You pick our opponents and we'll slaughter them like lambs. We BEAT the Ssu-Ling, and that's something that only WE can say! There is not a single tag team out there that can beat us, now." Lino laughed. "Scott?"
Scott advanced and took the microphone from Lino's hand and grinned before he began. "David Hitz, tonight was just a taste of what you'll be getting at Russian Roulette! When the time comes, you will be left in a pool of your own blood, and my hand will be raised! David, do you really think you'll be able to beat me for the title? Well, think again! Because it won't happen, I'll make sure of it."
Scott handed the microphone back to Yugo, who shoved it into Stevan's chest. "Now, here's your damn mic back. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have some matters to attend to." Yugo stated as the four of them made their exit, and Stevan let out a breath.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Allan Martel one-on-one with Nicholas Hunter is up next." Stevan sighed.
Main Event: Hardcore - Allan Martel v. Nicholas Hunter
As the bell rang, Allan reached down and helped Nicholas get to his feet. Allan held Nick's hand up to show his respect, as Yugo's voice rang out from the stage. "Hold it, hold it, hold it! Stop right there, boys! Lino! Catastrophe! Let's make sure these two don't make it to Russian Roulette, eh?" Yugo laughed as the MWL World Tag Team Champions rushed down to ringside and began to assault the two exhausted men, while Yugo slowly walked toward the ring, laughing.
"Hold on, boys!" A new voice called out as Lino, Catastrophe, and Yugo all whipped around to face the stage, where Sarah Alyssa was now standing, microphone in hand. "I'm not going to tolerate this, and from champions, no less! Next week, Lino, Catastrophe, you will be facing Allan Martel and Nicholas Hunter in tag team action!" Sarah shouted, as security rushed out to pull the members of the X backstage.