*Dark Match* MNM 5/24/10 Jason Fischer vs. David Baptie
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The scene fades in showing Jason “Sparring” with his childhood friend Mark.
Mark: You know, fighting me won’t prepare you for those, these guys play for keeps Jason.
Mark says throwing a punch.
Jason: Yeah I know, it’s just fun kicking the shit out of you, speaking of which...”
Jason hits Muzzle Flash and cover’s Mark 1...2...3.
15 minutes later showered and dry Jason, Mark and Sarah decide to go get a drink from the local bar.
Jason wearing jeans and a John Morrison T-shirt he leans on the bar sipping his scotch.
Jason: I sure am going to miss this place.
Sarah: I’m sure there are plenty of decent bars out there for you to get drunk in.
Jason: I can’t have too much today though.
Mark: Why not?
Jason: Sarah and I have to go to Detroit for the show remember?
Mark: Oh, right.
Jason checks his watch.
Jason: Speaking of which our flight leaves in 2 hours we have to go, stay safe Mark.
Mark: Ha! It’s you that needs to stay safe, have a good flight Jason, and take care Sarah.
Sarah: Will do Mark.
And with that they left the bar and went to get their luggage for the flight.
A few hours later Jason and Sarah are at the arena for the big night standing at the ramp ready to make their first television appearance.
Sarah: You sure you can do this?
Jason: Would I be here is I wasn’t? Just relax babe, with you at ringside there is no way I can lose.
DING DING DING!
Jason: Here we go...
Jessica Lock: This match is set for one fall! On the way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada Jason Fisher!
The backstage camera fades out....
Mark: You know, fighting me won’t prepare you for those, these guys play for keeps Jason.
Mark says throwing a punch.
Jason: Yeah I know, it’s just fun kicking the shit out of you, speaking of which...”
Jason hits Muzzle Flash and cover’s Mark 1...2...3.
15 minutes later showered and dry Jason, Mark and Sarah decide to go get a drink from the local bar.
Jason wearing jeans and a John Morrison T-shirt he leans on the bar sipping his scotch.
Jason: I sure am going to miss this place.
Sarah: I’m sure there are plenty of decent bars out there for you to get drunk in.
Jason: I can’t have too much today though.
Mark: Why not?
Jason: Sarah and I have to go to Detroit for the show remember?
Mark: Oh, right.
Jason checks his watch.
Jason: Speaking of which our flight leaves in 2 hours we have to go, stay safe Mark.
Mark: Ha! It’s you that needs to stay safe, have a good flight Jason, and take care Sarah.
Sarah: Will do Mark.
And with that they left the bar and went to get their luggage for the flight.
A few hours later Jason and Sarah are at the arena for the big night standing at the ramp ready to make their first television appearance.
Sarah: You sure you can do this?
Jason: Would I be here is I wasn’t? Just relax babe, with you at ringside there is no way I can lose.
DING DING DING!
Jason: Here we go...
Jessica Lock: This match is set for one fall! On the way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada Jason Fisher!
The backstage camera fades out....
*Keep You Hands Off My Girl*
The music blast through the arena as David & Melissa walk down to ring side, with a huge pop. David holds the ropes open for Melissa as she steps in. David gets a mic. David straightens out his jacket, he takes his glasses off and puts them in his inside jacket pocket.
David "Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight this is going. I ain't going against you wonderful fans. Oh no."
A pop erupts throw the arena as David starts to clap to the fans.
David "Thank you. No I mean this from my heart, thank you. Over the last few weeks management have been screwing me over. The Italian scum that they are, but there's one thing they seem to have forgotten. We won World War Two. Go in Molisanti's office, you'll see a huge picture of Mussolini."
The crowd laugh, and David grins.
David "Now as for his nephew, or so we've to believe, Dick Dannon, no sorry Rick Cannon, no I've got it wrong."
Melissa hands David a bit of paper and he looks down it.
David "I've found his name, it's the SOB who beat me up last week, and I can not wait to get my revenge. So Nick I want you in a NO DQ match. And i want it at Fallout. I will leave you bleading then leave a plane ticket back to Italy."
Another huge pop goes around the areana. David looks at the paper again, and starts laughing.
David "Ok, so to screw me over Mussolini has decided to put me in a match with Jason Fisher. Now im going to make this simple, tonight I'm going to get the three count and Dannon better watch his back."
David takes his jacket and hands it to Melissa as he stands in his ring gear. Melissa walks over to the announce table.
David "Fisher, get your ass out here."
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