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Post by FWF on May 24, 2011 11:01:36 GMT -5
The camera opens up backstage. Marcus Thomas Brody is walking the halls accompanied by the Breakfast Table.
MTB: I'm not sure about this.
SAUSAGE: Ah come on mate. You want to get back at Oswald Brodd for the beating he gave us, including your father right?
MTB: Yes.
SAUSAGE: But you can't go after him yourself because your father said not to.
MTB: Right.
The three warriors reach a door.
SAUSAGE: Well this guy will solve your problem.
Sausage opens the door and the three walk into the room. There is a large Union Jack on the wall. In a throne like chair sits King of Kings. He is sipping a cup of tea and resting next to him is Oswald Brodd's axe. Sausage and Bean push Marcus forward.
KING OF KINGS: So I've heard word that you want a piece of the Viking.
MTB: Yes sir.
KING OF KINGS: Good. As you know we've all had our share of problems with the Viking. We could always use fresh arms in our battle.
MTB: I'd be happy to do what I can sir.
KING OF KINGS: Excellent. But I want you to know something Marcus.
MTB: What?
KING OF KINGS: What we do here is more than just about the Viking. Our goals are much grander. We will restore FWF back to its former British glory. Many people may not understand and appreciate what we are doing, but I trust you do. You're British. You know what that means. You have that natural pride that comes with living in the greatest country in the world. You're proud of being British aren't you Marcus?
MTB: I am. I love my country.
KING OF KINGS: That's what I want to hear. Now, do you pledge your allegiance to the Empire?
MTB: I do.
KING OF KINGS: Excellent. Would you like a spot of tea?
Marcus nods as Sausage and Bean pat him on the back. The camera cuts back to the arena.
BETHEA: Welcome to Live-Wire. I'm Ernest Bethea here joined as always by my broadcast partner Sam Strachon.
STRACHON: The road to Jealousy continues tonight as we witness four round to Jealousy matches.
BETHEA: The winners will advance ot the semi-finals and compete at Jealousy for the number one contendership to the FWF World Championship.
STRACHON: In our main event the up and coming Marcus Thomas Brody squares off against the experienced "The" Ross Walker.
BETHEA: But first Prozac will take on Evie Jones.
STRACHON: Lets go now to Phil Charles.
Burn It To The Ground hits and the crowd goes wild. Prozac comes out from behind the curtain and starts pumping up the crowd as he gets pumped up himself. He stops on stage and takes it all in enjoying every second of it.
CHARLES: The following is a second round match in the Jealousy tournament! Introducing first, weight 220 pounds, Prozac!
Prozac starts shaking his hand in the air and the throws up the Med symbol. After that he runs to the ring and slides in. He hops up to his feet and spins around talking to the crowd about how he is back. He stops spinning and raises his hands high in the air with the Med symbol showing and screams.
BETHEA: Prozac is really pumped up to be back in FWF!
STRACHON: Who wouldn’t be? He gets to beat up a woman!
BETHEA: Charming as ever, Sam...
"All the Things She Said" slowly starts up as the purple light start to flicker and the sounds of rain start as well as Evie come out with a determined look on her face. She stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the fans not smiling not with a frown as she walks down slightly waving at the fans.
CHARLES: And his opponent, from Nottingham, England, weighing 129 pounds, Evie Jones!
BETHEA: The Nottingham Princess could have her hands full tonight with a former world champion!
The bell rings, and Evie charges at Prozac, but is hit with an arm drag. Prozac hiptosses Evie and locks on an armlock. Evie makes it to the ropes and the hold is broken. Evie charges at Prozac again, but is backdropped.
STRACHON: Now this is how you handle a woman!
BETHEA: Prozac repelling Evie’s attacks early on!
Prozac goes for the cover. ...1 ...2. Evie kicks out. Prozac goes for an elbow drop, but Evie rolls out of the way. She stands up and kicks Prozac in the jaw. Evie covers. ...1 ...2. Prozac kicks out. Evie picks him up and whips him into the corner.
BETHEA: Evie Jones is turning it up here!
Evie charges at Prozac and hits a clothesline. She grabs Prozac’s head and goes for a bulldog, but Prozac grabs the ropes, sending Evie flying across the ring. As Evie gets up, Prozac nails her with a dropkick.
STRACHON: Stupid woman, should have seen that coming!
Prozac makes the cover. ...1 ...2. Evie kicks out. He picks Evie up and suplexes her. Prozac then legdrops Evie and covers her again. ...1 ...2. Evie kicks out. He grabs Evie’s head and DDT’s her. ...1 ...2. Evie kicks out.
BETHEA: What does Prozac have to do to win here?
Prozac backs off, waiting for Evie to get up. As she staggers to her feet, Prozac grabs her and hits the Depressant. ...1 ...2 ...3.
BETHEA: And Prozac goes into the semi-finals!
The bell rings and Burn It To The Ground plays as Prozac raises his arms in victory.
STRACHON: That's one match down. We'll have another Jealousy Tournament match after this.
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Post by FWF on May 24, 2011 11:02:06 GMT -5
The camera opens on Marcus and the Breakfast Table again. It is clear that they are in a locker room, but it is not clear which one it is.
MTB: Okay now I'm really not sure about this.
SAUSAGE: Ah come one mate. It's just a simple initiation.
MTB: But...
SAUSAGE: You want to be part of the club don't ya mate?
MTB: Of course but...
SAUSAGE: So just do it.
The camera pans out to reveal that the three warriors are in fact in the locker room of Camisado and James Bohne. They are looking at the newly installed aquarium tank.
MTB: Okay.
SAUSAGE: Besides we have to face them at Jealousy. This will be a good way to get in their head.
MTB: So how do I do this?
SAUSAGE: Just grab the shark and run mate.
MTB: There are six of them. Which one should I get?
SAUSAGE: Doesn't matter mate. Just grab one and toss it in the bucket.
Bean holds up a large bucket full of water.
MTB: This seems very dangerous.
SAUSAGE: Just be quick about it mate. I think I hear footsteps.
Marcus takes a deep breath and then shoves his arm into the aquarium tank. He pulls out Terry and holds the shark in the air. It thrashes around in Marcus hands as the door to the locker room opens and Camisado's brother Cicatrix walks in. The four men stare at each other in stunned silence.
SAUSAGE: Cheese it!
Thinking quickly Bean splashes Cicatrix with the water and then shoves the bucket over his head. Sausage and Bean hurry out of the room as Cicatrix staggers around before falling forward to the floor. Marcus looks at him and then at the shark in his hands. He holds his arms out straight in front of him and runs after Sausage and Bean.
MTB: Wait for me!
The Camera cuts back to the arena.
BETHEA: Welcome back to Live-Wire. We're about to witness James Stall versus James Bohne in the Jealousy Tournament.
STRACHON: James versus James. This is going to be fun.
BETHEA: Who's your pick to win Sam?
STRACHON: James.
BETHEA: That's... that's not helpful.
STRACHON: What can I say? I have complete faith that James will win this match.
BETHEA: You're going to do that the entire match aren't you?
T.N.T begins to play and James Stall steps out. He struts down to the ring and stands on the ring steps. He points at the crowd and tosses them his sunglasses. He climbs into the ring and ascends the turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd again before jumping off and waiting for his opponent.
CHARLES: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome form New York City, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds, James Stall.
Over the Mountain hits the PA as blue lights flood the arena. James makes his way to the stage to a chorus of cheers. He shrugs off the cheers from the crowd thinking he's too badass to associate with them, secretly loving every second of it. He casually makes his way down the ramp giving the nod to several fans in the front row as he passes them. He slides in under the bottom rope, and makes his way to the turnbuckle annoyingly slow. When he gets to the top rope he raises his left fist in the air as the blue lights stop, and the normal arena lights come back on. He jumps off the turnbuckle and awaits for the match to begin.
CHARLES: And his opponent, from Salem Massachucetts, weighing 215 pounds, The Tornado, James Bohne.
Stall and Bohne lock up in the middle of the ring and Stall quickly gains the advantage. He hooks Bohne by the head and takes him down to the mat with a headlock. Bohne tries to go for the ropes and Stall responds with a bulldog. He then lifts Bohne into a reverse suplex. He continues his assault by lifting Bohne into a spinebuster before nailing him with an elbow drop. He lifts Bohne again and rocks him with a European Uppercut before hitting him with a tornado DDT.
BETHEA: James Stall is bringing everything he's got at James Bohne. He's out to proves he deserves to be in the semi-finals.
STRACHON: James is totally going to win.
Stall is unrelenting as he lifts Bohne into a stalling suplex before picking him up into a powerbomb. He quickly ascends the turnbuckle and waits for Bohne to climb to his feet. Stall then jumps off the turnbuckle and nails Bohne with a flying clothesline. Stall climbs the turnbuckle again and this time jumps off and nails Bohne with a moonsault. He ascends the turnbuckle for a third time and this time he jumps off and nails Bohne with a flying elbow drop. He lifts Bohne and nails him with a facebuster.
BETHEA: James Stall is in complete control of this match.
STRACHON: James stands no chance.
BETHEA: That's getting annoying quickly.
Stall lifts Bohne again and this time hits him with a Samoan Drop. He bounces off the bottom rope and hits Bohne with a knee drop. He then picks Bohne up and nails him with a neckbreaker before placing him in a Boston Crab. Bohne reaches for the ropes, but Stall pulls him away. Bohne makes a second attempt and this time he's successful ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. Stall lets go. He picks Bohne up from behind and nails him in the back of the head with a fist before nailing him with a German Suplex.
BETHEA: Stall continues to roll.
Stall nails a second German Suplex and follows with a release German suplex. Bohne scrambles to get to his feet and Stall quickly nails him with a bulldog. Bohne again climbs to his feet and Stall hits him with a spear. He begins hitting Bohne with a series of mounted punches before lifting him up into a bodyslam. Stall steps back and leans on the ropes as he catches his breath. Bohne slowly uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Stall charges at Bohne and nails him with a spear that sends both warriors through the ropes.
BETHEA: And now the action spills outside of the ring.
Stall lifts Bohne up and tosses him into the barricade before driving him into the ring apron. ...1 ...2. Stall nails Bohne with European Uppercut before tossing him into the steel ring steps. ...3. Stall grabs Bohne by the back of the head and drives him head first into the steel ring post. ...4. He drives Bohne's head into the steel ring post again and then tosses him back into the barricase before hitting him with a dropkick. ...5 ...6. Stall hooks Bohne with a double armed DDT. ...7. He lifts Bohne and rolls him into the ring before climbing in right after.
STRACHON: James is back in the ring.
BETHEA: Stall is dominating this match.
Stall lifts Bohne up and hits him with a spinebuster. He climbs the turnbuckle and nails Bohne with a 450 splash. He quickly picks Bohne up and hits him with a second spinebuster. He lifts Bohne into a suplex and then nails him with the Captain Clutch. Bohne screams in pain and tries to make it to the ropes, but Stall holds him tightly. Bohne quickly succumbs and taps out.
BETHEA: And the young James Stall advances to the Jealousy Tournament.
STRACHON: I always knew James would win.
BETHEA: The question now is who will he face. Will it be "The" Ross Walker? Or will he face his own tag partner, Marcus Thomas Brody?
STRACHON: We'll find that out later tonight, but when we return we will see Camisado versus Mr. Magix.
BETHEA: Stay tuned.
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Post by FWF on May 24, 2011 11:02:27 GMT -5
The camera opens backstage in the office of the Chariman of FWF, Pain. He is sitting, drinking a glass of scotch with is feet propped up against his title. Across the desk from him is the Predator. He is also enjoying a fine glass of scotch.
PREDATOR: This is fantastic scotch.
PAIN: Indeed. I picked up a case last time I was in Chicago.
PREDATOR: I'll have to get myself a bottle.
PAIN: I'll have a pair mailed to you.
PREDATOR: Don't trouble yourself. I only need one.
PAIN: No one ever needs just one.
PREDATOR: Touché.
PAIN: And this Lost Heroes idea of yours is brilliant. We'll announce it next week.
PREDATOR: Thank you. I think it will be a grand way to continue the legacy of the Trophy after our match at Jealousy.
PAIN: A match that I am very much looking forward to.
PREDATOR: Of course. It will be a nice way to retire.
PAIN: You sure I can't tempt you to stay on?
PREDATOR: I'm done. After this match I hang it up for good.
PAIN: Are you sure? Remember this fall, it returns.
PREDATOR: I'm sure. I'm done wrestling after this.
PAIN: Fair enough.
Pain and Predator slowly sip their scotches as the camera cuts back to the ring.
STRACHON: We're back now with Camisado versus the rookie Mr. Magix.
BETHEA: Mr. Magix is two and zero, but now he faces a former world champion in Camisado.
STRACHON: It's still just Camisado. Don't overestimate him.
BETHEA: Camisado has been very impressive lately. He's back in shape and is a serious contender to win Jealousy.
STRACHON: Whatever you say.
"Dope Boys" by the Game plays. As the beat drops the crowd starts chanting "wassup!" for a while. Pyro goes off as Magix steps into the green light raising his arms to salute the crowd. He then takes a deep breath and starts heading towards the ring.
CHARLES: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a second round match in the FWF Jealousy Tournament! Introducing first, from Copenhagen, Denmark, weighing 228 pounds, Mr. Magix!
Orange and aqua blue spotlights aimlessly search the arena until "Composure" by August Burns Red hits the P.A. system. The lighting flickers simultaneously with the drum beat to the intro, the color of the lighting alternating between the same two colors as before.
Around twenty seconds into the song, there's a short break in the music. Once the music begins again, Camisado jumps from behind the curtains of the entrance. He stands still in an orange spotlight, closes his eyes, and the phrase "Thank You" can be seen coming from his lips as he cracks his knuckles on his right hand.
CHARLES: And his opponent, from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing 209 pounds, Camisado!
Camisado slowly walks down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Small aqua-and-red pyros burst on either side of the ramp simultaneous with his steps. The lights have continued to move along with the seemingly unpredictable drumbeat. He leisurely pulls himself up into the ring via the top rope. His pre-match routine is unlike any other, including a few quick sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes as he changes direction, as well as cracking his neck by creating force upon either side of his chin with his right fist, and a few arm stretches.
BETHEA: Camisado looked great in his first round match, taking out the King Of Kings!
STRACHON: Yeah, but he lost to a woman! A woman, Beast!
BETHEA: Evie Jones is no pushover, nor is his opponent tonight, Mr. Magix!
The bell rings, and the two lock up in the centre of the ring. Magix uses his weight advantage to force Cam back into the corner, before referee Dave Gardner forces the break. As Magix breaks off, Cam pokes him in the eye, out of the referee’s view. As Magix reels backward Camisado nails him with a right followed by a DDT. Magix climbs to his feet and Cam nails him with an uppercut.
BETHEA: Camisado showing the experience edge, outsmarting Magix!
Cam jumps up to the top rope, and flies off with a missile dropkick. He makes the cover. ...1 ...2. Magix kicks out. Cam lifts Magix and nails him with a suplex. Cam picks him up and whips him off the ropes, but Magix comes back with a strong lariat.
BETHEA: Damn! He just about took Cam’s head off!
STRACHON: This could be over quickly!
Magix covers. ...1 ...2. Cam kicks out. Magix picks up and hits him with a DDT. He grabs Cam and starts dropping elbows on his head. The referee tries to force a break. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. Magix stands up. He waits for Cam to get up, and lines up another lariat.
STRACHON: If he hits it again, this is over!
Magix charges with the lariat, but Cam catches him and nails a reverse STO. He flips over and locks on an armbar, but Magix is too close to the ropes and grabs them, forcing a rope break. Cam grabs a leg and drags Magix away from the ropes, locking in the STF. Magix reaches for the ropes, but Cam pulls him away.
BETHEA: Magix has nowhere to go here, this could be all over!
Cam wrenches the hold tighter, and Dave Gardner checks on Magix, who refuses to quit. He starts crawling towards the ropes, and Cam’s grip loosens. Cam lets go of the hold, and picks Magix up, and hits him with a Cravate Suplex. He picks Magix up again and sets up for the STPR.
STRACHON: Camisado is looking to finish!
Magix counters with a rollup. ...1 ...2. Cam kicks out. Magix goes to get up, but Cam catches him and flips him into a roll up pin of his own. ...1 ...2. Magix kicks out. As both men get to their feet, Cam kicks Magix in the gut, then nails the STPR.
BETHEA: STPR! This is it!
Cam makes the cover. ...1 ...2 ...3.
STRACHON: Camisado advances!
BETHEA: An impressive performance from Camisado, meaning he has to be one of the favourites to win the tournament now!
STRACHON: I don’t know, Beast.
BETHEA: What? Come on, Sam. Another impressive performance from the veteran, who looks back to his best! Why wouldn’t he be a favourite?
STRACHON: Consistency. He only just snapped a losing streak, Beast!
BETHEA: Well, we’ll see who’s right at Jealousy!
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Post by FWF on May 24, 2011 11:02:53 GMT -5
Backstage Ross Walker can be seen walking toward the entrance to the ring. He is stopped abruptly by Christian Lee who holds his World Title over his shoulder.
WALKER: Get out of my way.
CHRISTIAN: Last chance Walker. Join us or face the consequences.
WALKER: Look. I'm going to tell you the same thing I told your boss last week. I'm not joining your little club. Now fuck off.
CHRISTIAN: He's not my b-
Christian is cut off by the arrival of Sah'ta Thor and the Twins.
THOR: Didn't you hear him? He's not interested. Leave him alone.
WALKER: What? Who the fuck asked for your help? Get out of my way.
Ross pushes past and exits.
CHRISTIAN: What are you doing here?
THOR: Just wanted to show you that you're not the only one with numbers to back him up.
CHRISTIAN: I don't need help to kick your ass.
THOR: They're only here in case you try any funny business.
CHRISTIAN: And I can easily take your lackies-
THOR: My children.
CHRISTIAN: Whatever. I can take the two of them any day of the week. In fact, next week I'll face them both in a handicap match if you want.
THOR: Very well. And to be fair I'll let you pick my opponent.
CHRISTIAN: Fine. I'll pick your poison. You can face The Empire's newest recruit, Marcus Thomas Brody.
THOR: You're on.
The two warriors glare at each other. They look ready to attack when badday walks up behind Christian Lee.
badday: I'm a hardcore monster.
Christian sighs and shakes his head. He shoves badday into the Twins and walks away as Thor and the Twins punch and stomp away at badday and the camera cuts back to the ring.
BETHEA: Welcome back to Live-Wire.
STRACHON: Now it's time for our MAAAAAAIN EVENT.
BETHEA: The experienced "The" Ross Walker is about to square off against the up and coming Marcus Thomas Brody.
STRACHON: The son of the Human Suplex Machine will face the greatest FWF Warrior to never win a World Championship.
BETHEA: If Ross wins tonight he will be one step closer to achieving that goal.
The UCW theme hits as Marcus Thomas Brody comes through the curtain. He walks down the ramp, slapping fans hands, and slides into the ring, raising his right fist in the air when he stands up.
CHARLES: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome from Asthon-under-Lyne, England, weighing 221 pounds, Marcus Thomas Brody!
The lights dim, and a single white spotlight shines on the entrance way as Four Year Strong's "Enemy Of The World" kicks into life. As the first line is sung, an array of fireworks are set off and "The" Ross Walker walks out. He raises his arms to a huge reaction from the fans, before withdrawing them to form an "X" shape below his chin. He stares at the ring for a moment before walking down towards it, ignoring the fans, fully focused on the match ahead.
CHARLES: And his opponent from Newcastle England, weighing 235 pounds, "The" Ross Walker!
The bell rings and Marcus and Ross grapple in the middle of the ring. Marcus slips behind Ross and goes for a German suplex, but Ross slips the hold and places Marcus in a half nelson. Marcus struggles, but he manages to reverse the move and hook Ross into a DDT position. Ross counters and places Marcus in a headlock. Marcus punches Ross in the stomach until Ross loosens his hold. Marcus then lifts Ross into a suplex, but Ross lands on his feet behind Marcus. He hooks Marcus and nails him with a spinning neckbreaker.
BETHEA: And Ross Walker gains the early advantage in what is already shaping up to a very technical match.
Ross lifts Marcus up and hits him with a Samoan Drop before putting him in a Camel Clutch. Marcus struggles to reach the ropes. Ross pulls him back and applies more pressure. Marcus tries to break the hold, but it is no use. Ross continues to tighten his hold as Marcus struggles to avoid tapping out. He summons as much strength as he can and makes headway toward the ropes. Ross tries to pull him backward again, but Marcus grabs the rope. ...1 ...2 ...3. Ross lets go.
STRACHON: Marcus manages to temporarily avoid succumbing to the technical assault of Ross Walker. Will he be able to keep it up?
Marcus uses the ropes to climb to his feet and Ross immediately locks him in a full nelson. Before Marcus can reach the ropes again Ross nails him with a Full Nelson Slam. He then quickly shifts and locks Marcus in a Fujiwara Armbar. Marcus reaches for the ropes, but Ross pulls him away. Marcus fails to reach the ropes and instead focuses his strength on breaking the hold. He struggles but he manages to flip over and climb to his feet. He hits Ross with a snap suplex.
BETHEA: Marcus might have finally gotten an edge here. He's broken Ross' momentum.
STRACHON: For now.
Ross gets up and Marcus nails him with another snap suplex. Ros climbs to his feet again and this time Marcus catches him with a fisherman suplex. Marcus picks Ross up and puts him in a bearhug. Ross struggles to break the hold, but Marcus squeezes him tight. Ross refuses to tap and Marcus hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Before he can get Ross back into a bearhug Ross counters and slips him into a half nelson. Marcus manages to wrench him around and nail him with a DDT before lifting him into a suplex.
BETHEA: It's hard to stop MTB when he gets going with all those suplexes.
STRACHON: If Ross is going to win this match he's going to need to figure out how to throw a wrench in the machine.
Marcus lifts Ross and hits him with a slingshot suplex before lifting him up from behind and nailing him with a German suplex. He hits a second one. He quickly follows with a third before placing Ross in a body scissors. Ross reaches and grabs the ropes. ...1 ...2 ...3. Marcus let's go. Marcus climbs to his feet. As Ross gets up Marcus delivers a hard kick to Ross' ribs followed by a stiff kick to the head. Ross collapses back to the mat and Marcus puts him in another body scissors. Ross reaches for the ropes, but Marcus holds him back. However, after a second effort Ross manages to make it to the ropes.
BETHEA: Marcus Thomas Brody is trying to match the technical style of Ross Walker.
STRACHON: Not going to happen. Marcus my train at UCW, but Ross has years of experience and training from all over the world. Marcus is good, but he is not at that level yet.
Marcus releases his hold and lifts Ross up. He goes for another suplex, but Ross pushes him away and counters with a tigerplex before lifting Marcus into a tigerbomb. He picks Marcus up and pulls him to the center of the ring before lifting him into a brainbuster. He follows this with a double armed DDT before locking Marcus in a sharpshooter. Marcus desperately tries for the ropes, but they are nowhere close. Ross tightens his hold. Marcus tries moving toward the ropes, but Ross easily keeps him away. Ross continues to add pressure.
BETHEA: MTB's body must be raked with pain from the various submission holds Ross has made him endure this match. How much more can he take?
Marcus tries to turn over and kick Ross away, but Ross keeps him in position. However, Ross loosens up just enough that Marcus is able to make another attempt at the ropes. His initial attempt is unsuccesful, but after a second and third effort Marcus manages to get to the ropes. ...1 ...2. Ross drives Marcus' knees into the mat and releases his hold. Marcus struggles to get to his feet. He uses the ropes for leverage and Ross takes him down with a lariet. He goes to put Marcus in another sharpshooter, but Marcus rolls over and kicks him away.
STRACHON: Marcus manages to escape one sharpshooter and avoid a second one, but he's going to have to get back on the offensive if he's going to have any shot at winning this match.
Marcus climbs to his feet and grabs his knees in pain. Ross runs at him, but Marcus manages to catch him and toss him over the ropes. Ross remains standing on the apron, but Marcus soon nails him with a right hand before lifting him into a suplex that bring him back into the ring. Marcus keeps his hold locked in a nails Ross with a second suplex. He lifts him again and this time nails the Su-Prey. He covers. ...1 ...2. Ross kicks out.
BETHEA: Marcus tries to put Ross away to no avail.
Marcus lifts Ross up and goes to continue his assault with a suplex, but Ross counters with a European Uppercut. He follows with an armdrag into a Fujiwara Armbar. Marcus screams in pain, but he manages to make it to the ropes. ...1 ...2 ...3. Ross lets go. Marcus gets up and Ross quickly nails him with a tigerplex. He follows by lifting Marcus into a brainbuster. He then locks in a camel clutch, but Marcus reaches and grabs the ropes again. ...1 ...2 ...3. Ross lets go.
STRACHON: Ross is taking control of this match.
Ross picks Marcus up and goes for a suplex, but Marcus counters with one of his own. He lifts Ross up and nails him with a fisherman suplex. He goes for a German suplex, but Ross nails him with a few elbow shots and then hooks his neck. He goes for a neckbreaker, but Marcus counters with a reverse suplex. Marcus goes for another German suplex, but Ross again slips the hold and places Marcus in a half nelson. He then nails the Depth Charge. ...1 ...2. Marcus manages to kick out.
BETHEA: MTB manages to survive the Depth Charge.
STRACHON: Now that's impressive.
Ross picks Marcus up and nails him with a tigerbomb. He follows this with a brainbuster before picking Marcus up and placing him in a Full Nelson. Marcus refuses to tap out as Ross tightens his hold. Marcus fails to break the hold and Ross nails him with a Full Nelson Slam. He immediately locks in the Anaconda Vice. Marcus makes a desperate attempts for the ropes, but Ross pulls him back and adds more pressure. Marcus is unable to break the hold as Ross tightens his grip. He tries not to tap, but Ross is relentless. He makes one final grab at the ropes. He doesn't make it. Ross adds more pressure and Marcus taps the mat frantically. The bell rings. Ross lets Marcus go.
STRACHON: And Ross is victorious.
BETHEA: For the second week in a row Ross makes someone tap out to the Anaconda Vice.
STRACHON: Will he make Marcus' partner James Stall tap to that move when they meet in the semi-finals at Jealousy?
The referee raises Ross' hand and Ross helps Marcus to his feet. He fakes punching Marcus in the stomach which causes Marcus to flinch. Ross laughs and pats Marcus on the back. The two share a handshake and Ross raises Marcus' hand in the air to the cheer of the crowd. Suddenly "Rule Britannia" plays and the entirety of the Empire enters. Some come down the entrance ramp. Others come from the crowd. They surround the ring.
BETHEA: This is not good. Here comes the Empire. A group Marcus recently joined tonight.
STRACHON: And I think they're still upset that Ross refused to join last week.
The Empire enters the ring and surrounds Ross as Christian Lee and King of Kings walk down to the ring. Ross goes to attack first, nailing badday with a hard right hand. He nails a European Uppercut on Evie Jones and hits Dynamite D with a lariet, but the UCW members of the Empire quickly catch him. Marcus tries to pull the members away, but his father stops him. He pushes Marcus Jr. into the turnbuckle and instructs him to stay there as the members of the Empire stomp away at Ross. King of Kings kicks Ross in the stomach and nails him with the Pedigree. Christian picks him up and nails him with the Star Struck. Unsatisfied with that he orders Dynamite D and Sean Saviour to hold Ross up. He nails Ross with a headbut followed by a low blow. He then hits Ross with the Glamour Slam. The members of the Empire take turns kicks and spitting on Ross as they exit the ring leaving only Ross and a confused Marcus Jr.
BETHEA: That was an absolutely brutal assault on "The" Ross Walker.
STRACHON: We'll see more fallout from tonight as we head to Rome Italy next week for the last Live-Wire before Jealousy.
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