MAIN EVENT
Nasty National Championship
Kaylyn James Evans vs Brad Jackson ©

Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment that everyone has been waiting for these past few weeks. We have our main event up next folks and it's going to be a brawl!

Vassa: You can bet on that, Steve!

Johnson: We've had some good matches tonight, as well as some big surprises. Will Kaylyn be the next surprise and upset Jackson?

Vassa: We're about to find out. Kaylyn impressed me with her performance in the last Nasty 8. On the other hand, Jackson steam rolled over the competition in the first. I know Kaylyn's a girl and all but this is going to be one hell of a fight.

Johnson: Well, Veronica's in the ring so lets get this match started.

Fox: Ladies and gentlemen, are you guys ready to rock? (Crowd pops in cheers.) Lets get this place rocking then! Our main event tonight will be for the Nasty National championship. Our first competitor comes to this match a winner of the third Nasty Eight tournament. Challenging for the Nasty National championship standing five foot six inches and weighing in at one hundred eighteen pounds... KAYLYN JAMES EVANS!!!

An instrumental of the starting chorus to Eminem's Not Afraid starts to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. 

The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included as none other then Kaylyn James Evans steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. 

“I'm not Afraid. (im not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that, your not alone
Just holla if you feel like you been down the same road (same road)"

As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn James Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a pair of Black Jeans, and a white shirt baring her torso, she looked ready for anything in comfort.

“When I say 'em or do 
something I do it.
I don't give a damn what you think
I do this for me, so f-censor-k the world
Feed it beans, its gassed up,
if it thinks its stopping me!
Imma be what i set out to be
without a doubt undoubtedly
And to all those who look down on me
I'm tearing down your balcony!"

Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans as the lyrics would be at a part that seemed a message she was sending out to everyone at home and in the arena, and you could tell from the smile on her face that’s how she thought it.

"And to all the fan's 
Ill never let you down again.
I'M BACK! 
I promise to never go back on that promise!"

Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena. 

“Relax, I aint going back to that now
all im trying to say is get back!
Click-clack BLAOW!
cuz I aint playing around 
there's a game called circle and
I dont know how, im way too up to back down"

After a full rotation around the ring she jumped onto the far right turnbuckle and tossed her hands into the air as the mixed emotions from the crowd played about and Eminems chorus rang through once more.

"I'm not Afraid. 
To take a stand 
Everybody 
Come take my hand 
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that, your not alone
Just holla if you feel like you been down the same road." 

As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come. 

Vassa: Such beauty in the ring.

Johnson: Well I hope she's ready to dance with the beast!

Fox: Defending the championship he stands six foot six inches and weighs in at two hundred seventy seven pounds. Winner of the first ever Nasty 8 and first holder of the Nasty National. He comes to you out of Queens, New York. He is "The Machine"... "The King of Pain"... he is... JACKSON!!!

The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as the house lights begin to dim down slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as the crowd boos his arrival.

Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear 
Sealed with lies through so many tears 
Lost from within, pursuing the end 
I fight for the chance to be lied to again 

The screen crackles to life, showing heavy static that gradually fades to black. Blood drips down from the top of the screen, forming words: Fear the darkness…Fear the unknown…Fear The Machine! 

You will never be strong enough 
You will never be good enough 
You were never conceived in love 
You will not rise above

They'll never see
I'll never be
I struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me

Jackson pauses at the top of the ramp, ignoring the negative reaction. With a smile, he tilts his head back looking upwards towards the sky with his hands held at his hips, palms outward. He stands there for a second before beginning his approach towards the ring, snapping his head forward with an absolute determined look upon his face. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.

Johnson: It's time, oh it's time! This is what we've all been waiting for. Our champion and the first ever title defense right here in Nasty Pro! Will Jackson walk out with the title still around his waist?

Vassa: That's a good question but I have an even better one. Whoever does win this match up tonight is in for a brutal next couple of weeks. Will that person be able to make it to the end with the championship still on their hip?

Johnson: What if Jackson carries that title all the way to the end of this Nasty Evolution tour that's going to tear the country apart? 

Vassa: Then you can guarantee everyone on the street that we have the toughest son of a bitch as our champion. 

Johnson: You damn right, Vinny. Lets get this match started!

DING!!! DING!!!


The two slowly approach each other in the center of the ring and stop about three yards apart from one another. Not looking away, the two stare each other in the eyes as the crowd sits in silence anticipating what's about to happen next. The two move closer and closer until Kaylyn head is facing Jackson's chest. Out of nowhere Jackson scoops Kaylyn up and spins around for a moment before launching her across the ring crashing into the corner.

Johnson: Ouch!

Jackson slowly walks to the corner where Kaylyn is banged up in the corner lying underneath the bottom rope. He then raises his boot and comes down with force barely missing Kaylyn's head as she rolls to the outside of the ring.

Vassa: She dodged that big boot to the mouth real quick.

Johnson: Jackson is definitely going to take advantage of the size difference tonight as the two just don't compare.

Vassa: Just remember Steve, size isn't everything. At least your wife tells me that all the time.

Kaylyn regains herself on the outside of the ring as Jackson walks back and forth in front of the ropes separating him from her. He taunts with a cold look in his eyes as he looks down at Kaylyn. As the crowd begins to boo from Jackson blocking her entrance he slowly steps back and leans against the ropes on his backside.

Johnson: If she wants to get back in that ring here's her chance. Jackson is just playing with her now.

Vassa: There she goes!

Kaylyn quickly slides into the ring and pops to her feet only to have Jackson lunge at her with full force. Ducking at the last moment Kaylyn avoids a huge clothesline and nails him in the back of the head with a drop kick sending him over the top rope and crashing to the floor.

Johnson: Wow!

Vassa: She sure is using the quickness to her advantage. She just better hope he doesn't get his hands on her.

Johnson: Oohhhh, Jackson looks enraged on the outside.

Vassa: I have a bad feeling about this.

Jackson slowly climbs the steps on the outside of the ring and walks onto the apron holding the top rope with both hands. As Kaylyn watches he lifts his left leg over the top rope in an attempt to climb over as Kaylyn closes in on the opportunity to attack. She bounces off the back rope behind her and comes at Jackson with lightning speed and leaps in the air catching his head between her legs.

Vassa: I would love to be Jackson right now!

With her momentum, Kaylyn spins Jackson around on the apron and takes him back to the floor with a hurricanrana. Falling on top of Jackson, Kaylyn quickly follows up with fingernails to the back as he yells pain from his skin being pierced. The ref counts to ten.

One...
Two...


As blood trickles from his back Kaylyn tries to pull him to his feet. As she struggles Jackson pops up and grabs her by the back of the head and throws her under the bottom rope into the ring. Jackson wastes no time and rolls under the bottom rope as the two begin to get up on opposite sides of the ring.

Johnson: Whoever can get up first here will get the advantage.

Kaylyn makes it up just before Jackson and gets a head start as she leaps at him with a flying crossbody. Coming into contact with Jackson she comes to a dead hault as he catches her in mid air. With ease Jackson lifts her up and brings her back down across his knee stomach first knocking the wind out of her.

Vassa: Nice stomach breaker from Jackson.

Johnson: Talk about making that look easy.

Kaylyn rolls from Jackson's knee to the mat as he releases her limp body. Slowly climbing to his feet Jackson walks across the ring and leans back for a moment against the ropes as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. Jackson then pushes himself off the ropes and comes at Kaylyn with some speed as he nails her with an elbow to the throat. Without hesitation, Jackson quickly gets to his feet and hits her with two more back to back elbows to the throat.

Johnson: Dominance!

Vassa: Jackson is not letting up.

Jackson grabs Kaylyn by the hair and yanks her to her feet. Releasing the hold he pulls his hand back with a fist full of hair clinched between his fingers. He then hooks her arm and lifts her in the air with a vertical suplex. As he begins to come down Kaylyn wiggles herself free and reverses the move into a swinging DDT. Quickly getting up she then runs over to the top rope of the corner and jumps back at Jackson hitting him with a dropkick. Jackson falls back to the mat as she climbs another corner. Getting to his feet slowly Jackson is met with a flying crossbody that takes him to the mat and vulnerable to a pin.

One...
Two... 
KICKOUT!!!!


Vassa: WHOA!

Johnson: She almost had him there.

Vassa: I thought we just got ourselves a new Nasty National champion.

Kaylyn gets up before Jackson and waits for him as he slowly climbs to his feet using the ropes for assistance. As soon as he gets up he looks to his left at Kaylyn only to be surprised with a hard superkick to the mouth sending him over the top rope to the cement below. As Jackson rolls in the floor in pain Kaylyn takes a short breather as the fans get behind her.

Vassa: That a way to turn it around. She's using her speed against Jackson and she's using it good!

Johnson: She proved herself to the Nasty world with that last Nasty 8 tournament. 

Vassa: Now it's time to prove that she has what it takes to be the Nasty National champion.

Three minutes pass...


Jackson finally gets to his feet as Kaylyn has the crowds attention to her in the center of the ring. She then then runs over to the ropes between her and Jackson and hop up onto the top while spinning around. She then bounces for a moment before leaping backwacks and hitting him with an Asai Moonsault. The two crash to the floor as the ref begins counting the both out.

One...
Two...
Three...


Kaylyn gets up first holding her side as she grabs Jackson by the ears and pulls him to his feet. Sliding him under the bottom rope Kaylyn struggles with Jackson who's dead weight at the moment. 

Five...
Six...


With Jackson finally in the ring she slowly climbs up the apron and underneath the top rope. With Jackson down she continues to assault with a series of kicks to his side as he tries defending himself. Kaylyn then takes two steps back and then steps into a powerful kick that connects with Jackson's mouth one of one. His head flies back as his body rolls over. The ref pushes Kaylyn away from the downed Jackson for an illegal kick and allows him to get to his feet and catch his breath. Jackson stands there rubbing his fingers across his lips and then looking down at them to see the blood. Blood runs down the side of his chin as we wipes it away with his forearm smearing it across his jawbone as it mixes with the sweat.

Vassa: Jackson's mouth is busted open. Look at the blood!

Johnson: Separating these two and letting Jackson get to his feet could turn things around.

Vassa: I don't know Steve! Not only is this little firecracker pretty, she can hold her own in the ring too!

Nine minutes pass...


The two are going back and forth in the ring with slaps as the crowd pops each time contact is made. Jackson hits Kaylyn once more and she falls grabbing the ref on the way down. She then quickly rolls over to Jackson and pops up hitting him with a low blow while the refs attention is drawn to himself getting off the mat and back into the match.

Johnson: What a dirty move.

Vassa: She had to do what she had to do. 

Johnson: This is Nasty Pro afterall.

Jackson falls to his knees as his face turns red from the pain. Kaylyn quickly runs to the ropes and comes back at Jackson hitting him with a stinging right kick to the chest. As the slap echoes the fans in the crowd mimmick the sound with a big pop in cheers. Kaylyn then begins to beat Jackson with left after right after left after right. With her last swing he draws back a little further giving Jackson the opportunity to attack with a powerful right elbow to her left eye.

Vassa: There's a little payback for the low blow earlier.

Johnson: I don't understand how she's still standing after that hit.

Jackson then takes his right hand and shoves a couple fingers down her throat as she chokes and fights for air. He then lifts her up with his left hand and slams her to the mat with force.

Vassa: Choke On This!

Johnson: This could be it!

Instead of going for the pin as she layed there helpless Jackson grabs her by her hair again and pulls her up to her feet. He then grabs her face and squeezes her cheek together as he points his other finger and yells in her face. He overpowers her into the corner and slams her back against the turnbuckle numerous times before he picks her up over his head and drops her neck first on the ropes with a gorilla press slam. As her body bounces off the ropes Jackson grabs her in mid air and slams her down with a big spine buster.

Johnson: She's not walking away from that brutal combo.

Vassa: He could probably just end this match right now.

Johnson: But he's not. Jackson is our champion and it's his time to show everyone he's the alpha male around here.

Jackson wipes his forehead of the sweat beading up and running down his face. The blood still slowly trickles from his mouth but that doesn't stop him. He walks around Kaylyn taunting her and slapping her in the back of the head. She tries to push him off but gets nowhere. Jackson continues to slap her head and mess with her hair when she finally gets irritated and struggles to get to her feet.

Vassa: Come on man...

Johnson: He's toying with her now.

Vassa: He will be a force to be reckoned with.

Jackson helps her get to her feet and steady and then steps back looking over her with a smile on his face. He then kicks her in the stomach and slaps the back of her head when she bends over in pain. After doing it once he does it again and again before getting bored with Kaylyn. Once more she stood straight back up only to get kicked with a powerful boot in the stomach from the irritation she has caused him. He then looks around the arena as his head bobs and hits her with a inverted double underhook facebuster.

Johnson: SOMETHING WICKED!!

Vassa: This should definitely be it for tonight!

Johnson: He goes for the cover...

ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!


Johnson: Jackson retains.

Vassa: This was one hell of a match we had tonight.

Johnson: You might even say it was nasty.

Vassa: Well this is Nasty Pro!

"Lies" by Evanescence begins to play over the arena as the bell sounds and the ref raises Jackson's hand in victory. Kaylyn continues to lay there without any movement as Jackson grabs his belt from Veronica and exits the ring in a soft river of boos.

Johnson: Well that's it for tonight folks as we wrap up the first night in the official Nasty Evolution tour that is working it's way across the country.

Vassa: Check us out next week as we test a champion.

Johnson: What we just witnessed wasn't a test?

Vassa: Nope. The test will be next week when Jackson defends the championship against Elijah Foku in his second title defense in two weeks.

Johnson: Well we're calling it a night here in Raleigh, NC. You folks stay safe.

Vassa: Come see us next week and on the entire tour as we work to earn that Showtime deal. Goodnight everyone and remember, that's nasty!

As Jackson's music continues to play the fans boo on when the music comes to a sudden stop. The lights at the entrance come on as Mr. Carter walks from the back with a microphone in hand. Jackson stops half way up the ramp with the title over his shoulder as he looks at Carter yelling for the fans to be quiet.

Carter: Quiet down please. Hey, quiet! Cut it, cut the music...

Vassa: What's Mr. Carter doing out here tonight?

Johnson: I don't know, he wasn't scheduled to make an appearance.

Vassa: Well, he is sort of the boss around here.

Carter: Quiet please. I need to ask you all something. What did ya'll think of tonights event?

The crowd pops with cheers as Mr. Carter shakes his head up and down.

Carter: I know it's getting late and I don't want to keep you people long. I just wanted to come out and congradulate the defending champion. Jackson, we're all proud to have you as our Nasty National champion.

The crowd begins to boo again as Mr. Carter looks around the crowd with a disappointed look across his face. Jackson slowly walks up the ramp towards Carter and continues to hold the title over his shoulder standing beside Carter with a cocky look across his face as blood trickles down his chin.

Carter: You people need to appreciate what you have here. Jackson is one of the, if not the baddest son of a bitch to step in a wrestling ring. I just wanted to come out here tonight and make a statement for all the other struggling promotions out there in our radar. DHW, WCF... it doesn't matter. I'm challenging your best to step in the ring with our best. It's simple. 

Jackson slowly begins to nod his head as the fans watch in silence. Carter looks at the title for a moment before holding the microphone back to his mouth.

Carter: This goes for anyone else out there who may think they're a badass of some sort. Nasty Pro is where it's at. Obviously the beloved Jason Kash couldn't hack it here. Now he's running off with his tail between his legs. We're not going anywhere. We're here to cause a disturbance in the wrestling world. If you think you can take us out, feel free to knock at our door. That goes for anyone. Our champion in the ring with your best champion. There's only one person walking out and it sure as hell ain't you! We're signing the best talent! We're putting on the best shows! This is Nasty Pro! And we ain't going nowhere...

Carter drops the mic to his side as he turns towards the entrance. Jackson walks by his side as the fans cheer and boo with mixed reactions and the scene slowly fades to black.