Al Locker: That has to be it!
Tommy McMaster goes for the cover...
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2...
3...
DING! DING! DING!
Al Locker: McMaster has got the better of this one tonight folks!
Alan Carcia: What a match between these two Locker...
Richard Basset: The winner of this match... Toommmmyyyyyyy MccccMmmaaasssstteeerrrr!!!!
Al Locker: Bother performers putting their bodies on the line tonight in that contest!
The cameras switch location after a static shot of Tommy McMaster...
"The message spoken is very clear. Conform or be conformed. Abide or be denied. The time is now for us to breakthrough. For we are not soldiers to be commanded, we are not the collective. We are the creative. The decisive. The vindictive. Make no mistake, I am not the pawn in your game. I am not the bait for your prey. I am and always will be the hunter, the stalker, the menace. The fly in your ointment. The broken cog in your well-oiled machine."
Anaquin Adams leans against the building to the arena, hood down over her eyes as she speaks. She is cloaked, her hands tucked inside so the swirling of the cloak surrounds her as this particular wall offers no protection from the windy that blows through.
"I am the one you least expect to come for you. The time will come when you will recognize me for not only the threat that I am, but the threat I intend to be. Your very existence will rely on this. I serve only one master and she drinks from the skulls of those who do wrong to the innocent. My orders are clear, fight the good fight. But understand, take me lightly and suffer the consequences. While I do not intend to be undefeated for long, my defeat will most certainly bring that which you fear most."
As the camera looms in closer to her face, she peers up from underneath the hood, her silver eyes sparkling as she lowers her eyebrows. "An Anaquin Adams with absolutely nothing, nothing to lose."
The camera begins to pulls back and the facial features of Anaquin are lost, when suddenly as if there were no one inside of the cloak, it just floats away with the wind
Al Locker: Welcome back folks to another wild night here on Monday Night Hell
Alan Carcia: And one things for certain Locker! It will only get more wild...
Al Locker: Speaking of wild folks, we have Trent Harper vs Martin Seas next!
Cameras go to the ring...
No DQ
Martin "The Master" Seas vs Trent "The King" Harper
Richard Basset: This match is a no disqualification match up.
Trapt - headstrong begins to play *Harper walks out to flashing lights.
Richard Basset: Making his way to the ring... TREEEENNTTT 'THEEEE KIIIIING' HAAARRRPPEERR!!
Trent climbs to the top rope, arms spread and then climbing down, pulling the ropes.
Al Locker: These past few weeks Harper has had a new attitude
Alan Carcia: He'll want to make up for the loss to Martin Seas a few weeks ago
The lights in the arena dim as Aversion Therapy begins to play. A spot light illuminates the entrance way and we see The Master standing with his back to us, his arms stretched out either side of him in his familiar crucifix pose. He spins around, looks out around the arena, wipes his right hand across his mouth and starts walking to the ring.
"Got a pin in heart shaped case
Stab it in my skin when I see your face
Everything that I feel has changed
I associate you with a world of pain"
Richard Basset: And his opponent.... MMAAAARRTTIIIIN 'THEE MAAASTTEERR' SEEAAAS
The Master rolls under the bottom rope. He stands up and strikes another crucifix pose looking straight in to the cameras.
"I got elastic it's on my wrist
A bit of plastic that I can twist
It's on my sleeve where my heart still sits
I pull it back then you don’t exist"
The Master walks to the corner of the ring and sits down, his long hair covering his face.
"Take my mind away
Take my mind away
Take my mind away"
The music fades out and the lights return to normal.
Al Locker: Martin "The Master" Seas already has one win over Trent "The King" Harper folks. It was four weeks ago the pair first met in Martin Seas first match inside an HcW ring in seventeen years!
Alan Carcia: The Master was indeed the better man on the night. But will it be the case tonight?
The referee calls for the bell...
DING! DING!
Martin Seas charges at Trent knocking him to the canvas with a shoulder charge. Harper crashes into the canvas! Seas then takes a moment to compose himself before pulling Trent to his feet. Harper is Irish whipped into the ropes and then struck with a vicious clothesline. Seas then lifts Harper up and throws him into the turnbuckle. Harper is then struck with multiple headbutts!
Al Locker: Just like first time out folks! This match has started in the same fashion!
Alan Carcia: Harper is in trouble here early on!
Martin Seas picks Harper up and delivers a few shots to the face! Harper is a little wobbly on his feet right now! ... Martin then delivers a kick to the mid-section and sets Harper up for a pump handle slam! And he delivers it! Martin "The Master" Seas then goes for the cover...
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Trent Harper kicks out. Seas drives a stiff punch to the face of Harper before getting back to his feet...
Al Locker: No three count on that occasion folks! But what a shot to the face of Harper!
Alan Carcia: Martin Seas has been dominant so far!
Martin Seas is waiting on Harper returning to his feet... Harper is starting to move but slow... Harper is trying to shake the cobwebs here...
Al Locker: Harper needs a break!
Alan Carcia: I'm not sure Seas is prepared to do such!
Trent "The King" Harper gets to his feet but he's looking shaky... Martin Seas knows Harper is struggling and reigns him in...
Al Locker: What’s Seas looking to do here?
Alan Carcia: Look out!
Trent Harper is hit with a belly to belly suplex!!
Martin Seas then goes for a cover...
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2...
Thr...
Trent somehow kicks out before the ref calls it goodnight!
Seas rolls off Harper and appears to be laughing...
Al Locker: Trent Harper somehow kicking out folks!
Martin Seas starts