Television Title Triple Threat

[Mighty Man Millson]

Millson...Jones! We Are...THE WANNABE'S!



With the mention of the Wannabe's names, the crowd come to life, eagerly awaiting Adam Jones and the start of the Television Title triple Threat match. After a melodramatic pause, the Hardcore Icon, Adam Jones steps into view in his grey wrestling tights and gold boots, raising his hands to a huge ovation. AJ walks briskly down the ramp and slides into the ring, not caring for a massive entrance.

Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 225 lbs, 'The Hardcore Icon', Adam Jones.

Once into the squared circle, AJ strolls up one of the turnbuckles and raising his hands to a rapturous applause. Aftre the pop ends, AJ drops down and waits for the other title contenders to grace the ring with their presence.

This man has been on a rich vein of form for the last 4 weeks, going unbeaten since his debut loss to Thomas Walker.

Yeah, but at Madhouse, Wolverina earned the number 1 contender spot for the title, so why is AJ here?

He beat OCD last week in a hard fought battle, so he's definitely earned the right to this match and he was on the winning team at Madhouse.

[TPK/Acid]

As Mr. Hardcore waits in the ring the fans clamber amongst themselves as they wait for the next competitor to show. They aren't forced to wait long, it isn't long before Midnight Rider by The Allman Brother's Band hits getting a bit of a jeer from the crowd.

Lizzie: And introducing next, from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, weighing two hundred and forty-two pounds YOUR Television Champion....Mo Hawk!

As Lizzie is finishing her zealous introduction The Motto Messiah pushes his way past the ragged curtain that is hung above the top of the entrance ramp, his partner in crime Mulligan right by his side as always. Both Street Rats are in similar attire, each wearing grey denim jeans, black leather jackets, tan boots. Mulligan's outfit is slightly different as rather than a white tank top he wears a black Metallica "Master of Puppets" T-Shirt.

JP: Well, to be quite honest folks I didn't really think Mo Hawk was going to show. But he's here, this certainly makes this match a lot more interesting. We're going to see if Mo Hawk can defend that belt, or if he's just full of hot air.

Ray: Oh, he can defend it allright Jimmy...don't you worry about that. He beat one of the badest of the bad to get that belt, in a much tougher environment no less. I'm pulling for the biker the whole way.

The Street Rats reach the bottom of the metallic ramp way and casually talk amongst one another, seemingly hashing out a last minute game plan. The conversation is rather brief, afterwards the two men go their separate ways. Mo casually lays his Television Title strap on the ring apron and slowly takes his leather jacket off, once this is done he then removes his tank top getting a few whistles from the less modest female members of the audience. Meanwhile Mulligan makes his way over to the announce booth and pulls up a seat next to Jimmy Pate. Mo slides into the ring as Mulligan puts on a headset and makes himself comfortable in his chair. Once in the ring Mo picks his title belt back up and hoists it up into the air with his right arm, the lights glisten off of it's golden surface. Mo then sneers at Adam before handing the belt over to the official, the ref holds the belt up with both hands, shows it to the crowd, then to Adam, and then hands the belt off to the time keeper who safeguards it at his table.

JP: Well, guess you two guys aren't as gutless as I thought you were.

Mulligan: Listen, ye go callin' me and mah brother gutless like that again...and ah'll show ye some guts.

Ray: I have a feeling they'd be your own guts as well Jimmy...so probably not a bad idea to avoid using the "G Word" around Mulligan.

Mulligan: No shite it'd be HIS guts ya idjit, that was the implication ah made. If he missed that he needs to be split open.

TBC

[Wolverina]

The wave of jeers for the Street Rats suddenly give way to an outpouring of cheers, all due to the blaring of "Adrenaline" by Bush/Gavin Rossdale crackling through the shoddy PA system. Bursting through the curtain in a fit of absolute over-the-top energy is the last participant of the match, and most loved by the fans.

Lizzie: "Annnnd introducing the last entrant, hailing from Blair, Nebraska. Standing 5'8" and weighing in at 150 pounds, she is the former EVPW TV Champion, the former two time Tag Team Champion, EVPW's first Queen of Extreme and YOUR Princess .......WOOOOLVERINAAA."

As she is heralded by Morna, the People's Princess storms down the ramp slapping hands and hugging fans, as many as she can. As usual, she is clad in her American Gladiatoress attire, with the AG logo replaced by EVPW.

Ray: "I hate it when she comes out here. It is bad enough I have to watch a woman wrestle, but these fans cheer so loud you'd think they were witnessing the second coming of Christ!!!"
Mulligan: "They can cheer all they want, Rayness! But they, as well as you'ins er gonna see Mo whip her perky little hind quarters all over that ring, right along with that undeservin' Adam Joke."
Jimmy: "You seem awfully confident, Mully. Which is great, because the look on your face when Wolverina or Adam Jones win this thing will be priceless."

Wolfie winds up near the ring and does a sprint around it, fellowshipping with her people, before finally stopping and pulling off a bracelet from her wrist and putting it on the wrist of a girl at ringside (hopefully she met the age requirement to be at a EVPW event, lol). As her music dies down, Haven rolls into the ring and pops up, instantly jutting her arms out into her famous pose and devotion to her Lord and Savior above. Out of the corner of her eye she catches Mo Hawk snarling at her and, with a snide little smirky smirk on her face, she mouths something about his bike not being as cool as a AutoMoto. And them, of course, are fightin' words. Ding, Ding.

TBCB Whomever.

Automoto=

[TPK/Acid]

The offhanded comment made by Wolvie gets under Mo Hawk's skin, the rough and tumble biker grinds his teeth and quickly turns his attention to Wolverina. With nothing but the buxom former TV champ in his sights, the current TV champ makes a beeline for The Nebraskan. Before anything can be done, however, Mo is blindsided by Adam Jones who catches him with a clubbing blow between the shoulder blades. Adam's chivalrous actions are rewarded by Wolverina in the form of a well placed boot to the midsection. With The Hardcore Icon doubled over Haven grabs a chunk of skull with each hand, falls backward, and lands on her ass driving Jones' face into the canvas.

JP: And just like that this one is underway, and I'd be hard pressed to think of a better way to kick this one off. Wolverina, showing she is a true contender, lands one hell of a facebuster on Adam Jones.

Mulligan: Ah've had barry whites that looked better than that Jimbo. Besides, she's a torn faced cow, that one. Just keep yer eyes on Hawk, that's the man who is going to win.

Ray: Don't have to tell me twice, I'll keep my eyes on him as long as I can.

Mulligan: Can that shite, right now.

As the announcers continue to exchange back and forth Haven is quickly getting to a stand, all the while The Black Hills Bad Boy is regaining his senses. The People's Princess turns around, only to see Mo standing there, evil intentions running through his mind. Mo, without hesitation, plows into Haven's lovely face with a stiff right fist that dazes her and causes her to instinctively back away from the source of the pain that now shoots through her face. The Street Rat slowly pursues Mrs. Cassidy, taking his time almost as if stalking her. Haven, however, recoils unexpectedly and thrusts her entire body at the biker. Mo, who is not expecting any kind of offense from Wolverina at this point, is pinned down to the ground. Before the official is even able to get himself into position however, Adam Jones shoves Wolverina off of Mo Hawk and easily gets to a vertical base. Adam, not to be confused with Pacman, Jones is soon joined by the other two thirds of the match, as Wolverina gets to her feet, followed a short moment later by Mo Hawk.

Mulligan: You boys see that?

JP: See what, Mo Hawk get taken down by a Crossbody? Yeah, I saw that.

Mulligan: Exactly, she's going for an early win. That means Mo Hawk intimidates her, think about it.

JP: I don't see it like that, I see it as a good offensive maneuver on Wolverina's part. Besides that, going for an early win is just sound strategy. Why drag the match on any longer than absolutely necessary when you can pick up the win in three seconds.

Ray: Speaking of three seconds, I picked this gu...*looks at Mulligan* Nevermind, I'll save that one for another time.

By this point the match has slowed to a crawl, each man*and woman* involved sizing up one another, each one trying to determine the best course of action. This goes on for what seems forever, but in reality only turns out to be a shade under a minute. The stare down quickly escalates, Mo Hawk being the aggressor. The Motto Messiah, from out of nowhere, tackles Mr. Hardcore to the ground, he then proceeds to lay into him with a flurry of shots to the forehead. Haven sticks back at first, letting Mo get in a few decent shots, before intervening and latching onto Hawk herself, applying a rear naked choke which catches the official, and Mo Hawk himself, off guard. Mo writhes around trying to roll onto his back hoping his weight atop Wolverina would be enough to break the hold, Wolverina however does a good job of keeping The South Dakotan on his side. The official asks Hawk if he is ready to submit, but Mo Hawk manages to grunt no. Just as Mo appears to be losing consciousness The Princess of EVPW sees Jones stirring and decides to release the hold, which allows Mo Hawk to get much needed oxygen back in his body. As The Queen of Extreme nears Adam, she is struck by the foot of The Hardcore Icon as he rolls onto his side and hits his mark just to the inner thigh of Haven. This stuns The Cornhusker long enough for Adam to get to a stand. Once on his feet Jones lashes out with another stiff boot, this time nailing Haven in the sternum. Jones then pulls Haven to his body and pulls her into the air, her feet pointing to the sky whilst her head points to the ground. Jones wastes little time, falling to his bottom and dropping Wolverina's pretty little head onto the canvas. Jones wisely goes for a cover, and the ref hurriedly gets into position to make a count.

ONE!

JP: Jones, going for the pin! What a piledriver!

TWO!

Mulligan: What the hell is this then! C'mon ya mad cow, quit screwin around and get yer basterdin' shoulders up!

TBC

[Mighty Man Millson]

THR-!

At the last second, Hawk rises from the grave and shoves the Hardcore Icon off his near-unconcious opponent with enough force to send Jones out of the ring, through the bottom rope, saving the match and his Television title reign. The Black Hills Bad Boy immediately lays on top of Haven and hooks the near leg for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-!

With enough resolve and determination gritted into her at a young age, The People's Princess raises her shoulder, leaving the fans speechless, the Piledriver from Jones seemingly putting the exclamation point on the match. An irate Mo Hawk stands to his feet and gets in the face of the referee, nearly striking the man in the zebra stripes. As Wolverina starts to clamber to her knees, the Black Hills Bad Boy turns to face her and he gives her a boot right to the mid-section, the force of the blow sending Haven to ground again, back-first. The Street Rat wastes no time in mounting his adversary, raising his fist and bringing it down on the helpless Wolverina, taking out his frustrations on her, each blow sending the Nebraska Native closer to unconciosness. As the man in the black and white comes closer to check on the condition of the Queen of Extreme, the crowd start to cheer as Adam Jones slides underneath the ropes and runs at the back of the Television champion. Knowing that the cheers aren't for him, Hawk ducks the incoming Boston Brawler and, not being able to stop his momentum, AJ falls on top of Wolverina's face, elbow-first, putting Mrs. Cassidy out for the count. Not realising that he has taken out Wolvie, Jones gets back to his feet and turns to face Mo Hawk, only to be met by two flying boots to the chest. The impact of the Dropkick sends Jones to the ground, but he quickly scrambles back to his feet, only to meet the same raised boots to the chest. When the Weapon-Master rolls onto his feet once again, he is not met by boots, but instead met by an extended arm to the face from the Chopper God, which sends Jones straight down to the ground, this time the result keeping the Massachusets Native on the canvas.

What a brutal Lariat by the champ, who is firmly in control of this match.

Well, what did you expect? My man is against a cow and a sheep. Yer got no chance, Jonesy boy.

Hey, you've got to have some respect for AJ. He clearly keeps himself in good condition.

F*** off!

Without fear of reprisal and knowing that this match is No-Disqualification, the Black Hills Bad Boy rolls to the outside and picks up a steel chair from the area next to the announce table, carelessly throwing into the middle of the squared circle. Rolling back inside the ring before anyone can capitalize on the chair entering the fray, the Mohawked Man picks up the steel and targets the Hardcore Icon, before raising the chair into the air and slamming it down onto the supine AJ's stomach, leaving the chair laying on the Weapon-Master's sternum, as he writhes in pain. Hawk signals to the crowd with a pair of middle fingers, receiving huge heat from the crowd, before running over to the eastern ropes, returning at Jones's body and leaping into the air, leading with his back. More on instinct than design, the Hardcore Warrior throws the chair up and rolls out to the side, causing the Television champion's back to collide with the weapon, the change in momentum sending Hawk down onto his neck. As the Sioux Hills Native clutches the small of his back in pain, he instinctively gets to a vertical position, hoping to alleviate the pain coursing through his spine, and at the same moment, the Hardcore Icon also gets to his feet, facing the Chopper God. As the champion staggers towards AJ, Jones throws a boot out at Hawk which meets his gut and doubles over the Street Rat. Without a second's thought, Jones cradles the head of Hawk and turns to face the same way as the Black Hills Bad Boy, throwing his feet into the air and bringing himself down to the mat, whilst also keeping hold of the Chopper God's head, sitting on the ground to bring Hawk onto Jones's shoulder.

STUNNER! STUNNER! What a move by the Weapon-Master, and that could be it right now.

Get up, you soft pussy. Do the Rats proud.

Don't get up. Let us bask in the glory of a hot champion.

The 243 pounder is thrown backwards in the air and lands on the mat back-first, the impact of his neck slamming against the solid bone in AJ's shoulder too much for the Black Hills Bad Boy. Jones realises that this is his time to win the Television title, and he crawls along the floor to make the cover, jamming his elbow on the face of Mo Hawk. As the referee gets down to make the cover official, the Weapon-Master stands up, bemusing the crowd. His reasoning to stand is found out, as Wolverina leaps off the top rope, feet out in front of her, both feet hitting their target of AJ's chest, the force of the Missile Dropkick too much for Jones, who is sent out of the ring, yet again through the bottom rope. The Christian Cutie wastes no time in covering Hawk, as the referee slaps his hand down to the mat.

[Wolverina]

Two counts come and go with Wolfie holding on, but half way down for the third she's uprooted from atop him, and tossed asunder rather emphatically. Quickly getting onto one knee in order to stabilize himself into the vertical base, Mo is caught off guard by the determined young Cutie-Pie, who'd gotten right back up and is now hurtling to him at a high rate of speed. The People's Princess uses Hawk's own bent knee as a stool to leap upon with one foot, while bringing her other leg slamming into the side of his head with an explosive snap of her hips for maximum damage. The Bad Boy Biker's noggin ripples with excruciating pain as his body snaps backward, instinctively causing him to seek refuge by rolling under the bottom rope to the outside mats. And there he lies, staring up at the venue's lights while watching little birdies and stars dance across his field of vision.

Inside the ring, EVPW's resident Wonder-Woman looks around as if suddenly paranoid about her other opponent's location. Somewhere along the way Jones had lolly-gagged back onto the ring apron and appears to be prepping his re-entry into the squared hell. In a bid to isolate one or the other, preferably Mo Hawk, the Queen of Extreme blazes across the ring toward the Weapon-Master, her steps stealthy but her strides gaining. Near her target, she takes wing with her right arm cranked all the way back and bent at an angle. Then, she sends it thrusting forward, forearm taking the lead Superman style into the side of the Hardcore Icon's face, knocking him off of the ropes while almost sending herself over the ring cables as well. Haven hastily regains her balance and takes the center of the ring again, her eyes sharpened and honed in on the Badboy from Black Hills, while her loyal tremble the building with their cheers for her.

Mully: "These dayum fans need to shut the hell up! Big whoop, their little Supergirl got in a few good licks, whatever, big deal. Mo is a Street Rat and we Rats don't get taken out by water retaining, goody two shoes, Lord lovin' sea-cows like her. Quit dick-dancing around in there Mo, learn her a damn lesson!"
Jimmy: "Are you literally blind, Mulligan? Haven took an early beating and bounced back with some outstanding offense. It isn't luck, I assure you. She's in the driver's seat now!"
Ray: "You'll have to forgive Jimmy, Mr. Mulligan. He's a bonified Wolfie lovin' creep. He'd drink her bath water if he could."

As Jimmy death-stares at Ray, the Christian Cutie-pie is on the move in the ring, swiftly placing herself at the ropes looking down at the TV Champion, whom is now groggily on his feet. She grabs the top rope and bends at the knees, bunching the muscles in her ultra strong yet feminine legs before vaulting up and over the rope. While descending, she cants her body horizontally in hopes of landing a second successful Crossbody. The Moto Messiah's senses do not alert him in time to move his body out of the way, so he is left to "grit it-and-bear-it", and that he does. As body meets body, his legs and back don't betray him, allowing him to keep her held there across his big chest. The crowd gasps in horror upon seeing their super-heroine in Mo Hawk's dastardly clutches, and some close their eyes as the Biker God trudges toward the nearby steel ringpost. With nothing but malice, Mo careens her into the unforgiving steel tree, sending her lower lumbar region into an affliction filled panic, yet not releasing her after doing so. His mind clicks back to her blasphemous words during her entrance, and it will not go unpunished.

The Television Champeen hefts the Nebraskan high above his head in a Military Press manner and looks into the sea of angry spectators, cussing at them as he positions himself near the security barrier while tauntingly executing a few "repetitions". Without warning, he simply removes himself out from under the gorgeous graceling, sending her into a plummet that results in her chest area colliding violently with the top portion of the railing. Her immaculately toned body is thrown back awkwardly, her inertia momentarily inert. A morbid thought arises in the Black Hills native's mind as he views his destruction of Wolverina, one that is manifested into action by him unhinging a section of the guard rail itself. Hawk takes the long, heavy piece and places one end of it against the ring's apron and the other end against the padded floor, so that it slants.

Jimmy: "My God what is he doing? What is going on in that head of his?!?! "
Mulligan: "He's gonna chunk her perky little butt right through it, that's what is going on. I bet she's regretting not taking cooking classes instead of rasslin'.
Ray: "Serves the damn woman right, I say. I love this 'overkill' attitude he's adopted all of a sudden."

Mo Hawk's plan unfolds before the eyes of all as he picks up her motionless frame and secures her into a typical Suplex position, no doubt looking to send her into the steely device. With all hope seemingly lost, the odd man out comes barreling around the corner-post, grabbing hold of it with both hands while sending the rest of his body swinging around it in what can only be viewed as some kind of movie style action scene. Adam thrusts both patellas up as he nears his unsuspecting objective, and crashes them ferociously against the side of his visage, dropping the only hated participant of the contest with the fancy modification of a basic running knee strike. Oddly enough, Mo Hawk winds up sprawled along the very contraption he'd created, with Haven now safely out of his diabolical reach. The crowd throws their full support behind the Bostonian as he removes the hated entity from the rail and gut-punts him one real good time, doubling him over. From there, he places his own back toward the slanted piece of barricade and hooks the Moto Messiah's arms back in a reverse nelson, placing his forearms in the crooks of Mo's elbows, with his hands on top of the TV Champ's back in a butcher's grip. The youngster then lifts the heavier adversary into an upside-down vertical position and falls back, shifting the man from Sioux falls to one side as he flips over. Jones releases him at the right time, sending the South Dakotan into the crowd separating apparatus with great and malicious force.

Mulligan:(clutching heart) "Ah! That sorry sack of dung! He's cheating! He can't take mah boy one on one so he's having to resort to sneaky moves! I think he just tried to injure him too!"
Ray: "Try to calm down, Mully. You know how it is, boys will be boys. We know how tough Mo Hawk is, all that did was probably just piss him off."
Jimmy: "Or just cost him the match. That kid is IMPRESSIVE!"
Mulligan: "Shut your gums, boy! I'll hear none of it."

TBCB whoever.