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The third show of Monday Night Massacre was kicking off, and instead of heading to the ring like he had on the first show, Matt was standing in front of a white screen that had "BAD BLOOD WRESTLING" scrawled over it, with a young, blonde girl standing a foot or two behind him. Without his aviators covering his eyes, he looked every bit like he was ready to compete tonight; mainly because he always competed in his typical, everyday clothing. The blonde woman behind him looked out-of-place next to the General Manager; a red t-shirt and blue jeans hugged her curves, with her bright golden hair pulled up in a ponytail.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the third edition of Monday Night Massacre! I'm sorry I can't join ya' in the ring this week, but there's a lot of business to be taken care to ensure that -tonight- is the final stepping stone to the first legendary night of our company! But I'll get to that in a moment! First, there's one thing that needs to be addressed. As some of you intelligent fans might have noticed last week, various winners of the first show were pitted against eachother, while losers were booked against new talent, or other losers. This isn't a coincidence! From the very first show, -everyone- was entered into one of two tournaments to decide the future of our company." The God of Punks paused momentarily to turn his head towards the blonde woman, who was busy scanning through a PDA, "Mindy! What were those tournaments?"
Mindy nearly jumped out of her skin when her new boss addressed, clearly not expecting to have any involvement in this speech, "U-uhhh... The Crimson... C-city? And the World Championship, right?"
"That's right!" Shanahan exclaimed (making the poor assistant jump once again) as he turned back to the camera, his trademark smirk lining his features, "Both titles are up for grabs, and only the truly dedicated have been able to move on in the tournament. Unfortunately, that tournament does -not- end tonight. In fact, there very well might be some changes to the brackets themselves before the show is over. By now, I assume you'd all like to know who's still in the running, right? I'll give you that much! We have the freshest rookie on the roster, Andrew Styles! We've got The Dragon himself, Jarel Damone! And last, but certainly not least, one of the strangest men I'll ever hire, TIG-AHHHHHH! HAT!
"But... you see, there's a problem. There's -two- tournaments, and only three men still in the running of their respective titles. That means that one of those final rounds is without a challenger, thanks to a certain couple of employees of which decided that their time with BBW was over. Instead of awarding that man the belt at the Pay-Per-View, he's going to get a new opponent. That man could be -anyone- currently on the roster, of which has already grown since last week's terminations! All they need to do is prove that themselves tonight, and they just may find themselves in a title match! On the other side of that, those already involved in the tournament run heavy risk tonight. Losing -could- mean that you'll be replaced in your respective tournament. Of course, since you made it to the finals, you will be rewarded with the number one contender's spot for whichever title you were in the running for!
"You may be asking exactly when this ground-breaking Pay-Per-View is going to happen; you may also be wondering what it is! All will be revealed by the end of the night, that much I promise. But, let's keep a little mystery on the details. Now, moving on to tonight's card, we have Jarel up against Arson in a Falls Count Anywhere match! The only exception to that rule is my office, that'll result in contract termination. And for the main event, we have the first ever Close Quarters match, with Cyrus Leone going up against the Tiger Ha-" Mid-sentence, Matt was cut off by the ringing of his cellphone. An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he fished around in his pants' pocket and yanked the cellphone out.
"What?! I'm busy cutting a pr-... oh, what's up? Uh huh... yeah... sure, I can book ya' tonight. Sounds good, just be here within the hour!" Matt's irritation rapidly vanished after he hung up the phone, and once again turned his head to look at Mindy, "Sweetheart, remember how we had one more match to book?"
The blonde assistant blinked at the question, then quickly began tapping on the PDA, "Um, um... yeah, it's right here. AJ Warner versus... question mark?"
"Yeah, and is AJ still in the building?" He asked calmly, despite clear signs of anxiety in his tone.
"I think so? I mean, I told him to stay until the show started at least, since you said you had some plans to finalize..."
"WELL WE GOTTA FIND HIM!" The Storm finally shouted before he began storming down the hall towards the lockerrooms, "He's got a match tonight! This could be huge for the company!" He continued to shout as he jogged down the hall, with Mindy quickly following at his heels.
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The third show of Monday Night Massacre was kicking off, and instead of heading to the ring like he had on the first show, Matt was standing in front of a white screen that had "BAD BLOOD WRESTLING" scrawled over it, with a young, blonde girl standing a foot or two behind him. Without his aviators covering his eyes, he looked every bit like he was ready to compete tonight; mainly because he always competed in his typical, everyday clothing. The blonde woman behind him looked out-of-place next to the General Manager; a red t-shirt and blue jeans hugged her curves, with her bright golden hair pulled up in a ponytail.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the third edition of Monday Night Massacre! I'm sorry I can't join ya' in the ring this week, but there's a lot of business to be taken care to ensure that -tonight- is the final stepping stone to the first legendary night of our company! But I'll get to that in a moment! First, there's one thing that needs to be addressed. As some of you intelligent fans might have noticed last week, various winners of the first show were pitted against eachother, while losers were booked against new talent, or other losers. This isn't a coincidence! From the very first show, -everyone- was entered into one of two tournaments to decide the future of our company." The God of Punks paused momentarily to turn his head towards the blonde woman, who was busy scanning through a PDA, "Mindy! What were those tournaments?"
Mindy nearly jumped out of her skin when her new boss addressed, clearly not expecting to have any involvement in this speech, "U-uhhh... The Crimson... C-city? And the World Championship, right?"
"That's right!" Shanahan exclaimed (making the poor assistant jump once again) as he turned back to the camera, his trademark smirk lining his features, "Both titles are up for grabs, and only the truly dedicated have been able to move on in the tournament. Unfortunately, that tournament does -not- end tonight. In fact, there very well might be some changes to the brackets themselves before the show is over. By now, I assume you'd all like to know who's still in the running, right? I'll give you that much! We have the freshest rookie on the roster, Andrew Styles! We've got The Dragon himself, Jarel Damone! And last, but certainly not least, one of the strangest men I'll ever hire, TIG-AHHHHHH! HAT!
"But... you see, there's a problem. There's -two- tournaments, and only three men still in the running of their respective titles. That means that one of those final rounds is without a challenger, thanks to a certain couple of employees of which decided that their time with BBW was over. Instead of awarding that man the belt at the Pay-Per-View, he's going to get a new opponent. That man could be -anyone- currently on the roster, of which has already grown since last week's terminations! All they need to do is prove that themselves tonight, and they just may find themselves in a title match! On the other side of that, those already involved in the tournament run heavy risk tonight. Losing -could- mean that you'll be replaced in your respective tournament. Of course, since you made it to the finals, you will be rewarded with the number one contender's spot for whichever title you were in the running for!
"You may be asking exactly when this ground-breaking Pay-Per-View is going to happen; you may also be wondering what it is! All will be revealed by the end of the night, that much I promise. But, let's keep a little mystery on the details. Now, moving on to tonight's card, we have Jarel up against Arson in a Falls Count Anywhere match! The only exception to that rule is my office, that'll result in contract termination. And for the main event, we have the first ever Close Quarters match, with Cyrus Leone going up against the Tiger Ha-" Mid-sentence, Matt was cut off by the ringing of his cellphone. An irritated sigh escaped his lips as he fished around in his pants' pocket and yanked the cellphone out.
"What?! I'm busy cutting a pr-... oh, what's up? Uh huh... yeah... sure, I can book ya' tonight. Sounds good, just be here within the hour!" Matt's irritation rapidly vanished after he hung up the phone, and once again turned his head to look at Mindy, "Sweetheart, remember how we had one more match to book?"
The blonde assistant blinked at the question, then quickly began tapping on the PDA, "Um, um... yeah, it's right here. AJ Warner versus... question mark?"
"Yeah, and is AJ still in the building?" He asked calmly, despite clear signs of anxiety in his tone.
"I think so? I mean, I told him to stay until the show started at least, since you said you had some plans to finalize..."
"WELL WE GOTTA FIND HIM!" The Storm finally shouted before he began storming down the hall towards the lockerrooms, "He's got a match tonight! This could be huge for the company!" He continued to shout as he jogged down the hall, with Mindy quickly following at his heels.
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