Delerium (March 7th, 2006)

[Vertigo]

March 7th, 2006

Moncton Coliseum
Moncton, New Brunswick

Matches This Week

• MWA Television Championship Hardcore Match: Chris Jericho (c) vs EFF Dash
  
• MWA United States Championship: Sean Lonewolf (c) vs "Dastardly" Damien Demento
  
• NMHC Tag-Team Championship Handicap Match: Team MWA (c) vs Jacob Black
  
• Chris Revolution vs Johnny Knockout
  
• Raven & Mistress Jessica vs The Sickness
  

(((This lineup is now locked.)))

[Neverwinter]

The pyrotechnic blasts off and starts of MWA Tuesday Night Delerium. The fireworks and blasts fused the eager crowd of Moncton Coliseum to an exploding roar.
The pyrotechnic ends and the crowd’s roar still linger.
The house light turns black. This causes the crowd’s cheer to rise again as everyone is waiting for what is about to happen next.
Not before long on the Titantron appears an image of a full moon- quickly followed by a sound of a wolf howling.
The howl of the wolf is synchronized with the house light turning to a dark shade of blue.
Two clouds of smoke come out from each side of the entrance filling up the stage and expand toward the ramp.

{Then the music starts}
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The smoke scatters to reveal a standing Sean Lonewolf, head tilts down, with a water bottle in hand and a microphone in the other. Around his waist is the MWA United States Championship belt.
Lonewolf proceeds to the ring.
He walks up the steel steps and into the center of the squared-circle.
The lights turn back to normal and the music stops.
Lonewolf takes a drink from his bottle, and then tosses to the first row where a lucky fan catches it.
Lonefwolf speaks:

M…W…A. How does it feel to have the greatest spectacle in pro wrestling history standing before your very eyes?

Most of the crowd boos and some cheers.

Oh my confused Canadians, you can’t recognize greatness? You can’t see that I am what every woman wants to see and what every man wants to be?

Everyone boos.

You see, when I was away there was a hole in my soul - an empty void. I keep on thinking to myself…what kinda crappy matches are those Canadians watching? Who would be the one to show them watch a good match suppose to look like? So you see my Canadian children, I look out for your best interest by coming back to the MWA.

Everyone boos.

Speaking of best interests…Damien Demento, it would be your best interest to not step in this ring tonight. You see, Demento…last week, when I became the New MWA US Champion, you interrupted my celebration and that was a bad mistake. But I am a forgiving man. But if you decide to go through with your challenge…then I will be force to…

[snesmaster40]

-Harry Fate-

The camera opens up backstage and begins to move past the doors where it stops at the security door. The cameraman then opens the door to reveal Harry, Ted and most of the MWA security.

Harry is seen sitting in a chair with a neck brace. Next to him is Ted who is busy eating a chocolate bar.

"Damn... doctor said I have to wear this for a few days..."

"Yummy" Ted replies

"Hey Boss... what are you going to do about Jacob Black?" asks one of the security members.

"Hmm... I think his brother is still in hospital, so we should take the chance to weaken Jacob even more!"

"How Boss?" asks one of the security members

"Hmm... we'll have Ted fight him, but... we'll have the match set as a lumberjack match, except outside will be you guys. When Ted throws Jacob out of the ring, I want you guys to beat the living daylights out of him"

"Understood!" reply all of the security members in the ring

"Right... Ted this should be easy, Jacob should still be feeling the affects of the last beat down"

"Uh... you sure?" Ted replies

"Yes, I'm sure"

[snesmaster40]

-Johnny Knockout-

Johnny gets out of his car, and starts walking around backstage in his street clothes when a backstage member stops Johnny.

"Hey! Johnny! I haven't seen you for weeks! How are you?"

"Oh I'm fine, I've just been doing some training for a while, but I'm back"

"Oh awesome, wait what kind of training?"

"*laughs* That's for you to find out tonight, now where's Luke Delvin's office?"

"I'll show you! That way you can tell me where you went in detail!"

Johnny and the backstage worker start walking off in the distance, whilst talking to each other. The camera then eventually fades out.

OOC:
Edit: Sorry about that...

[Devlin]

The camera fades into Revolution Rising's locker room, and inside is Chris Revolution, sat on a chair, taping his hands absent-mindedly.
"Where the hell is Devlin...?" He mutters to himself, snapping off the end of his tape. Just then, the door swings open, and Fromunda walks in, looking
excited.
"Revolushun!" Fromunda says brightly "Turn TV on. Risen Dragon on TV!" Revolution looks at Fromunda in puzzlement for a moment, but quickly flicks on
the TV in the locker room, in fear of Devlin's safety.

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The camera changes to the arena camera, where the arena itself if plunged into darkness as the ominous first notes of Breaking Benjamin's "So Cold" strums out of the speakers, filling the crowds ears and notifying them that their Juniorweight Champion maybe about to make his entrance. However, the lights soon lift back to normal, and the titantron flickers on, showing a blinking red dot in the left-hand corner of the screen, underneath which bore the words "DRAGONCAM" in blocky LCD type. The camera comes out of darkness, and rises up to the back of someone's blue, helmeted head. The DRAGONCAM clearly shows that the cameraman is on the back of a black, chopper-style motorcycle. The chopper turns a corner, and goes onto a car park, making sure not to show the name of the facility or building. As the bike stops and the engine slowly roars down into quiet, the rider gets off and removes his helmet as he turns towards the camera, showing the Risen Dragon himself, Luke Devlin, whom is wearing black jeans, a black, leather biker jacket, and his "Risen Dragon" t-shirt underneath. He clears his throat, and begins to speak to the "DRAGONCAM".

"Hello, Luke Devlin here. First of all, I'd like to apologize for not being able to grace Delerium with my presence, tonight. However, John Curry so graciously agreed to fill in for me in the booking area of things. At time of filming this, it is precisely midday
on Monday, 6th of March, and I am here in Austin, Texas, at the rehabilitation center that a certain green friend of mine has been inhabiting over the past few weeks.
That's right, you've guessed it; Ganja Man- no, sorry, perhaps something more appropriate..." Devlin ponders mockingly for a moment, and then tuts before continuing.
"Ah yes! Of course... "Cold Turkey", Matt Pierce. Now, Mr. Camera Man, you're doing a great job... please, follow me inside..." And with that, Devlin saunters smugly off, inside the whitewashed building, as DRAGONCAM fades out.

To Be Continued...
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[Vertigo]

(((OOC - Delerium is run by Devlin, Afterburn is run by Curry. Curry has stated that he usually doesn't show up to Delerium due to other bookings. Just a head's up since I don't know what you're planning.)))

Team MWA Locker Room / Security Room

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As Ted and Harry are laughing about their plan, Traci Brooks walks into the room. The MWA security guys get real quiet. Ted holds up a candy bar for her.

"Want some choc-o-lat?" he says, slowly pernouncing each sylable (sp?) at the end.

"No thanks, I'm fine. Nice neck brace Harry." she says with a smirk as Harry runs his hand accross the back of the brace with his eyes downcast to the floor.

"Look, guys, I came to speak with you personally about some of the things going here. You know that I am in charge of talent and now for the past week I've been getting repeated phonecalls from both Blacks telling me how you guys are abusing your power.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, your ends MUST justify the means. Think about it, backstage attacks are at an all-time low, and you guys are the NMHC Tag-Team Champions, for the THIRD time."

Traci hold up three fingers as she says to help Ted understand her point. Harry gets a smile on his face as she says that.

"So that means that we can have our lumberjack match, right Traci?"

"Well, no. First of all, I'm not about to listen to the crap I'll have to listen to from the Blacks, if I let you put all of MWA's security around the ring. And on top of that, the security team should be doing their job as security back here and not pre-occupied with doing hits for you guys.

"And besides, I need to borrow some security, I saw Brooke walking around backstage earlier and I've heard she has Vertigo at home cleaning her panties or something, so she's saying she's in charge for the night."

Harry and Ted look at each other for a moment before Traci continues.

"I just need to have a few words with the sweet girl." Traci's words drip with sarcasm as she then turns to leave.

"Oh and I almost forgot. I can't really make matches from scratch, but I can damn sure deliever a challenge. When I talked to Jacob, he said Jericho isn't here tonight, but he'll fight the two of you in a handicap match, if you put up the belts. I'd say the odds are in your favor here.

"So you, you, and you. Come with me." Having pointed out three of the biggest security guys, they follow her out of the room.

[Devlin]

((OOC: I've edited my previous post to say that Curry is in charge. Sorry for any problems; I didn't realize.))

Devlin visits Rehab, Part 2.

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The camera returns, as Devlin is seen walking down a white brick corridor with one of the Wardens on his left, and the Camera Man behind him. DRAGONCAM stays
behind them, until Devlin signals with his index finger to get a better view at the steel door that the Warden and himself stopped at. DRAGONCAM zooms in, enough to show a silver door plaque with the words "MATTHEW PIERCE" printed on in bold, block capitals. Devlin's face comes into view, a slight smile on his face, as he blocks the view of
the plaque with his face. He nods at the plaque, and then moves out of view again as the Warden's chubby frame replaces him, as he unlocks the door. The camera pans
in on a most odd sight... Matt Pierce, sat in the middle of the room, strapped into a chair with a straight jacket, and a muzzle over his mouth. His eyes promptly bulge, seeing
Devlin's smug face.

The Warden and Devlin step in, a Devlin slowly makes his way over in front of Pierce. Before Pierce can say anything, the Warden speaks.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Pierce," The Warden choruses. "Look who's come to see you; it's your brother." Pierce's eyes bulge even more than seems possible.
"Dude... have you heard that bitch speak?!" Pierce exclaims indignantly, in a voice muffled by the muzzle strapped to his face. "The f*** is he my brother
with an accent like that?!" Devlin laughs lightly, as if Pierce had said something childish.

"Now, Matthew", Devlin soothed. "How can you forget your own brother, Luke? And how'd you wind up in here? My, my, my, you do look the spit of Hannibal Lectar
in that thing..." Devlin continues to grin, as Pierce seethes.
"I'll kill you..." Pierce growls, breathing heavily. However, Devlin just seems to ignore him, and carries on where he left off.
"...Yes, he always had a thing for biting, Warden. I remember when I was eleven and you were seven, and you bit Achilles tendon in half. It hurt like nothing before, but he was just teething...
"Tell me, Warden, why is he in here, exactly?" Devlin looks over innocently at the portly Warden.
"Drugs, apparently. Got carted in here a few weeks ago. Can't keep away from the 'ole skunk and such." The Warden snorts incredulously.

"Ah yes, he loved solvents as a child. He used to live in the cupboard under the sink, practically. How he loved furniture polish. He managed to ween himself onto more
vegetation-based stuff at the age of ten. He has had an entire life filled with drugs. But y'know; it's a gradual process. The Warden looks shocked, and scribbles some
notes down.

"Well sir," The Warden sighs. "We'll have to let them know of this information. We didn't realize how bad he was. I mean... biting? It must have done some real damage, this stuff. He may have to be in for a little while longer." By this time, Pierce is silently screaming, his face turning a grand shade of burgundy.
"you need to keep an eye on him, Warden". Devlin said matter-of-factly. He's always been a bit... y'know, tapped. But I still love him."
"FFFFFUUUUUUUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Pierce screams, a muffled scream due to the muzzle. He then rocks back and forth in his chair until it tips towards Devlin,
who jumps backwards, still smiling as if nothing happened. The Warden promptly swings the security door open, and bawls up the corridor.

"WE NEED A RECTAL TRANQUILIZER IN HERE.... STAT!" And with that, a man in a white lab coat and two more burly-looking guards come in. As the guards hold down Pierce, who is now foaming at the mouth like a rabies-ridden hound, the man in the lab coat draws a syringe, and plunges it into Pierce's left buttock. Pierce's eyes bulge once more, before rolling back into his head as he falls unconscious

"Aw well, I must leave. See you, "brother"." And with that, Devlin exits the room and disappears down the corridor with a smug grin, as the camera fades out on the image of a slumbering Matt Pierce.

[Onslaught Six]

And then Traci runs into the big green machine himself, the LIFTOR, John Curry.

"Brooke has the power that Vertigo would have if he were here tonight....That's it. But in case you haven't realized it, Vertigo isn't really in a booking capacity these days here on Delerium......Luke Devlin is. But he isn't here tonight. So the VP of Afterburn is filling in.....And that means you answer to *me.*"

Traci steps back for a moment, perhaps thinking the security guys will do something....but they're just as afraid of Curry as she is. One of them looks like he's about to piss his pants.

"Now if one of those two Black scarfaces wants to have a handicap match with Team MWA, they can have it. But I'm not about to go and let you assault Brooke in front of me. That's just wrong."

Curry then steps aside and puts his hand over his eyes.

"I didn't see anything."

The security guards and Traci scuttle off as LIFTOR walks off through the hallways towards his office for the night, and bumps right into Johnny Knockout...

"Hey! Johnny! Where the hell have you been, my southpaw brother? We've been lacking some fans lately because of you."

[Vertigo]

The arena lights begin to flicker pink & green and then "Heaven's a Lie" by Lacuna Coil tears it's wear into the arena. "Beautiful" Brooke Sage steps out onto the stage wearing far more concervative of an outfit than anyone is used to.

With a mic in her hand, she makes her way to the ring. She stops halfway down the ramp and acknowledges a sign that reads, "V is Brooke's Bitch". She laughs and then climbs the steps and slips into the ring between the firat and second ropes. The music fades out and the lights come up as she starts to speak.

"I felt that I should address the issue of my husband at this time. He IS here tonight, but is keeping himself exceptionally busy backstage running errands for me.

"A lot of people have asked me why I would forgive him after what he did. Now let me be clear about this, I have not forgiven him."[/color]

The crowd cheers as it had been expecting a mooshy make-up speech from Brooke.

"But as a married couple, I am willing to work through this. V, you know that I've always been faithful to you, regardless what people have said. But what you did...

Brooke trails off and looks to be getting upset when all of a sudden, Traci Brooks makes her way onto the stage with the three security guys.

"Now hold it right there Brooke, you seem to be getting a little misty right now. Well, let me refresh your memory as to what happened. Your husband, you you've been faithful to since day one, left you in the ring for an hour while you fought Dash, and instead "made love" to me."

Traci has now walked about halfway down the ramp with the security trailing her by about ten feet. Brooke is up against the ropes closest to her.

"That wasn't love, that was just dirty. A broom closet? Come on Traci, you think he really cares about you at all?"[/color]

"Then tell me why he's still been showing up to shows, if you are the love of his life, wouldn't he be doing anything and everything to prove his love for you?"

As Brooke raises the mic to speak, the arena lights suddenly go out. A goute of green fire erupts from the stage not too far from the security guys who are now confused by the blast. "Last" by Nine Inch Nails comes on and Vertigo comes jumping through the flames while they are slacking off and smashes one of the security guys in the back of the head with a frying pan, sending him to the ground, out cold.

As the lights return, Vertigo is wearing his street clothes, but is also wearing an apron that reads, "Kiss the Cook". In his otherhand is a rolling pin that he quickly snaps accross security guy number two's head before taking out number three with the frying pan.

Traci is now panicked at ringside as Vertigo walks up to her, dropping his implements. Traci tries to persuade Vertigo from whatever goal he seems to have by laying a huge kiss on him.

To his credit, Vertigo pushes her off of him and rolls her into the ring.

"Why Miss Brooks, it seems as though you've been a VERY bad girl. I just got off the phone with your doctor, I was trying to check up on that paternity test I requested and he told me something very interesting.

Traci has a horrified look on her face as the color seems to bleed out of her.

"You see, he told me that, no only am I not the father of your child. You aren't even pregnant!"[/color]

Brooke has a shocked look on her face that slowly turns to rage as Vertigo lifts Traci up to her feet. Soon she in bent over between his legs, set up for the Balefire bomb. Brooke stops him before he can follow through and tells him to hold her there.

Brooke takes off Traci's belt and drops her pants, revealing her skimpy little thong to the crowd. Traci is trying to get loose when Brooke starts whipping her repeadetly with her own belt. As dark red welts appear on her ass, Brooke stops and V drops her sobbing form onto the mat.

"Oh hun, dinner is ready. I made my famous meatballs and raviollis that I know you love."[/color]

Brooke spits on Traci before delivering one more hard crack that reverberates through the arena. She then drops the belt onto Traci, who is now crying uncontrollably. Brooke and Vertigo make there way out of the arena, V making sure to pick up the frying pan and rolling pin on the way out.

[Vertigo]

Following the enoucnter with Liftor, Jacob Black is seen sitting in his locker room. He has bandages over some of his injuries and appears to be...meditating?

The camera pans into the room and sitting opposite him is none other than Ryan Kilst, The Flame Enforcer. The two are riggid and unmoving, sitting cross-legged and apparently deep in their respective trances.

The camera thinks better of trying to figure out what's going on and simply backs out of the room, closing the door afterwards.

[snesmaster40]

-Harry Fate-

"Hmm... two on one?" Harry says, whilst touching his neck brace.

"Sounds very easy to me!"

"Well... I should be able to wrestle... and if we win we get to mock The Blacks"

"Let's do it! I need more money for some more choc-o-lat..."

"Hmm... alright, I'll go and persuade the doctor to give me the all clear. Alright you guys change of plan then..."

The sound begins to drown out as Harry starts giving the security members orders.

[snesmaster40]

-Johnny Knockout-

"Wow! John "LIFTOR" Curry!" says the backstage worker suprised.

"Oh hey John! My brother needed some help in Japan, so I had to fly there for a few weeks. I also picked up some new tricks from him too"

"Wow! I'm standing here with Johnny Knockout and John Curry!" says the backstage worker, who starts jumping in excitement.

"Where are you heading to?" John Curry asks

"I'm just going to Luke's office, so I can see if I can get a match booked" Johnny replies

"Ah.... you haven't heard... " John replies

Johnny looks confused and then askes "I haven't heard?"

"Luke's not here tonight..." John replies

"Ah... well have you got an opponent for me? I could show my fans some stuff I learnt in Japan"

[Onslaught Six]

Vertigo and Brooke turn and are about the leave the ring when the lights fade out to darkness and then a pale golden light hits the stageway. The opening to a familiar theme song plays as a long-haired lean figure stands with his back turned to the ring, arms at his side. He raises his arms to an outstretched position as two golden lights pop up and shine on him, and then raises them above his head as two more pop up. He then positions his hand in the Cutter symbol as one larger golden light shines above him. Vertigo and Brooke stand, staring, as the gold lights in the arena get brighter and brighter with each passing note.

Chris Revolution turns around and tosses down the Cutter signal--"BANG!"

And then the chorus hits, the music stopping altogether as the band says one line--two words--that Revolution himself and the entire crowd repeat in unison.

"REVOLUTION CALLING!"

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Revolution walks down the ramp to the ring as the Sound Guy hands him a mic, and he gets up into the ring. He steps through the ropes, and looks down at Traci in a heap of pain, and childishly waves at her. Then he looks towards Vertigo. He looks at the apron, the rolling pin, the frying pan, everything. And he can't help but crack up.

".....What, who the hell are you supposed to be? Master Chef?"

Vertigo just gets more pissed off as the crowd cheers and Revolution laughs at his own joke. He tries to regain himself, and then looks at the apron-clad owner.

"But seriously, Vertigo, I got something to ask you. It seems that you're back at home in the MWA, and all those little troubles that you've been having with Brooke...You know, the ones that me and Devlin caused? Yeah, those ones. Well, it seems you've somehow worked through those. The mighty Vertigo rises up once again over all the odds! Just like every little thing that happened to his little group..."

Vertigo takes a step forward and brings up his mic, but then stops, because Revolution cuts him off.

"Every time that the Revolution Rising did something to that there group, it would rebuild itself and find a way through. And every time it seemed like there was a big wall of fortification, supplied not just by your buddies--but seemingly by the entire MWA itself. We faced off against 'every' little bugger that you could muster up with a paycheck and a threat. And at first, the Revolution Rising couldn't get it done. We couldn't defeat you. But then we got back up. And kept going."

"Get the the point, Chris." Vertigo is not amused.

"Well, you see, Vee-vee, I lost twice to you. But that was before I took out everybody else in the promotion to get my confidence back up. Now? Now you've got nobody left around you to lay back on. You're all by yourself, Vertigo. All by your little greeny lonesome."

He takes a step forward, and gets in Vertigo's face.

"Me. You. Tonight. I take your title. You die. Sound fair?"

Vertigo stands there for a moment, mulling it over in his mind. And then he picks up his mic.

"No."

Vertigo drops his mic and the two stare off for a moment.

And Revolution elbows Vertigo in the face. This? This was unexpected. So he falls. To the mat.

Brooke, almost on instinct, runs forward and grabs Revvie's arm. He smacks her arm away and then walks towards her, causing her to back away. The crowd is going nuts...They know what's coming. He swiftly grabs her head and spins around in one blindingly quick motion--CUTTER![/u] BANG![/b]

Brooke is laid out in the ring, and Vertigo is shaken up. Revolution only looks to Vertigo and then smiles as he makes a "The title is mine" motion around his waist, and then rolls out of the ring as "Revolution Calling" hits once again over the speakers.

[MetaSylo]

- At Some Point in the Night -

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"Runaway, Runaway, I'll Attack!!!"

"Attack" by 30 Seconds to Mars blasts and out comes EFF Dash a huge crowd reaction, considering this could very well be the last time they see him here. Dash takes a moment to reflect on top of the ramp before making his way down to the ring. He is handed a mic and waits for the crowd to settle down before speaking.

"Thank you....really, thanks. I havent always been a fav favorite, but that was my fault. I havent always had the right atitude, or the right focus, but I have come out here each and every time and given you people my ALL. Every night. 110% no matter what was going on out there. I left for a while, and I didnt think anyone cared. But, while I never acknowledged it earlier, people did care. You people. Yes, I still have all the fan letters, all the get well soon cards, all the [tv edit] her cards, everything. And, really, that more than anything brought me back. So, thank you."

The crowd begins to roar loudly in accordance as Dash waves to them.

"Now on to the reason Im out here. Last week on Delerium, Jericho defeated me, and in doing so, captured the MWA Television Title. While the title would have looked good on my resume, it wasnt what hurt the most. What really hurt was that Jericho won the 5th stage of hell...meaning he is now 4-0 aganist me in this 'journey through hell.' Coupled with the first stage of hell match between Brooke and I that ended in a draw [and this counts as loss for Dash and a win for Jericho], that leaves me without a victory. So, that means that even if I beat Jericho in the last 3 stages of hell matches, he'd still be up 4-3, and thus could demand anything...and...in that case he'd demand my job..."

The crowd boos at this news. Dash lowers his head as he continues.

"So I have a decision to make. I could leave now with my tail between my legs and let Jericho have the last laugh..."

The boos grow louder.

"...or I could FIGHT. I could continue the fight. I could deliver 110% of EFF Dash wrestling goodness to each and every one of you out there watching. I could give it my all and end on the bang of a lifetime!!"

Massive cheers!

"Jericho! You cant have my job...and its not even because contratually you cant, but because I WILL NOT LIE DOWN! My fate may be known, but I'll be damned if I let it control the time I have left. You started something I WILL FINISH! We're going to hell, Jericho, make no mistake about it! And no matter the ultimate outcome, I will be giviong 110% of my everything to make you suffer. Tonight is Stage 5 of hell, and its a backstage/harccore match. I hope you're laced up, Jericho, because that match is NOW!"

Dash slams the mic down, jumps out of the ring, and runs into the backstage area looking for Jericho as the crowd cheers him on...

[Vertigo]

After Revolution leaves the ring area, Vertigo staggers to his feet and sees Brooke's prone form laying on the mat. He kneels beside her and scoops her up his arms carrying her to the back.

[Vertigo]

(((OOC - Results are gonna be devoid of much description, but the pics are still there.)))

NMHC Tag-Team Championship
Handicap Match

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Team MWA (c) vs Jacob Black[/b][/center]

Here are your winners via pinfall @ 4:34
and STILL
NMHC Tag-Team Champions
Team MWA !

MWA United StatesChampionship

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"Dastardly" Damien Demento vs Sean Lonewolf (c)[/b][/center]

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 3:54
and STILL
MWA United States Champion
Sean Lonewolf !

Chris Revolution vs Johnny Knockout

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 5:23
Chris Revolution !

Raven & Mistress Jessica vs The Sickness

Here are your winners via pinfall @ 7:58
Raven & Mistress Jessica !

MWA Television Championship
Hardcore Match

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EFF Dash vs Chris Jericho (c)[/b][/center]

Here is your winner via pinfall @ 3:45
and NEW
MWA Television Champion
EFF Dash !

[MetaSylo]

- post match -

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Dash is handed the title as the crowd roars in approval at not jjust the match, but at another spectacular night of MWA wrestling, capped off by a title change.

Dash makes his way to the ramp and turns around and has a stare-fest with Jericho. Jericho, angry at first, slowly starts to smirk. He remembers that it doesnt matter he lost, because Dash's fate is already known. Dash notices the smirk and looks glum, as he turns and leaves.