September 14th 2010 Oakland - California - Oracle Arena
[FLASHBACK: MOMENTS OF HOW ALL THE WRESTLERS HERE TONIGHT ARRIVED ON THIS STAGE AND WHAT IT TOOK FOR THEM TO GET HERE. THE SHOT THEN SETTLES ON THE FACES OF SCORPIO AND ANGEL AND TELLS A STORY THROUGH FOOTAGE OF THE STRUGGLES OF BOTH THESE MEN TO GET TO THIS POINT. FINALLY IT MERELY WORDS ‘HARD STEEL 2010’ BEFORE FADING OUT.] (PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND THE ARENA AS THE VIDEO FOR THE EVENT PLAYS OUT IN SOME STYLE. FINALLY AS THE SIGNS SUCH AS ‘SCORPIO IS CASHING IN BABY’, ‘HONDO IS OUR HERO’, ‘EXILE FOR THE GOLD’ FADE INTO A BLUR IT SETTLES ON SCOOP AND SNOOP AT RINGSIDE.) SC: One of the four big PPVs of the T.F.W.F. calendar and with the build up to this event Snoop, the world seems to be talking about one thing...the uneasy tension in the T.F.W.F. right now. The feeling that Earl has not steered the ship in the right direction and the inmates are running the asylum so to speak. SJ: Well, fat fucks cannot commend authority... (SCOOP FURROWS HIS BROW AND LOOKS AT THE AMPLE SIZED SNOOP.) SJ: What? SC: Nevermind...tonight folks...the dream of Scorpio is realized as he Main Events his first T.F.W.F. PPV against the reigning Champion of the World the man who sets the standard...Fallen Angel. SJ: Dream is about to become a nightmare for Scorpio I guarantee... SC: That is our Main Event of what promises to be a stellar card...so without further interruption let’s go to Jaycee for our first match of the evening... Number One Contenders Match - T.F.W.F. Tag Team Titles Old School Style w/ APB vs Dragon Demonico/Riley Kendrick (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is the number one contenderships for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... *'WHAT' - ROB ZOMBIE PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD HEAT. APB WALKS ONTO THE STAGE FLANKED BY MOSS AND JORDAN OF OLD SCHOOL STYLE. THEIR FAMED TRON VIDEO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AS THE THREE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE RING WITH PURPOSE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring accompanied by their trainer APB...at a total combined weight of 464 pounds...Adam Moss...Sean Jordan...Old School Style!!! SC: Both these teams Snoop would love that opportunity to be competiting for those tag team titles and tonight one of them takes a step closer. SJ: Well, one of these teams is trained by the master APB...the other has two guys who sound like they were named after characters on a kid's cartoon...that's the difference right there. JH: And their opponents... *'LIGHTS OUT' - BREAKING BENJAMIN PLAYS* (CROWD POP. DRAGON AND KENDRICK WALK ONTO THE STAGE. THEY EXCHANGE HIGH FIVES AND RACE TO THE RING.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 420 pounds...Riley Kendrick and Dragon Demonico!!! SC: There is something about this high flying team which has the T.F.W.F. fans buzzing. SJ: Are the T.F.W.F. fans on crack? The match begins with Dragon Demonico and Adam Moss circling each other in the ring. At ringside, APB starts hurling abuse at Demonico, who turns for a moment to address Bartsch. Moss rushes in to strike but Demonico is quick enough to side step a clothesline attempt and fire back with a rapid-fire series of kicks and chops that forces Moss back against the ropes. The referee intervenes and Dragon backs up, allowing Moss to tag in Sean Jordan. Jordan, the smaller man, locks up with Dragon and catches him in a wristlock. Demonico rolls with the hold and reverses it. Jordan grimaces in pain but reverses the hold again and transitions into a headlock. Demonico manages to push him off; Jordan bounces back against the ropes and Dragon drops to the mat to trip him up. Jordan jumps over Demonico and bounces off the opposite side as Dragon gets to his feet. Jordan attempts a clothesline but Demonico reverses into a hiptoss, much to the crowd's approval. SC: The swiftness and intelligence of Dragon Demonico giving his team the advantage right now. SJ: Intelligence!? This moron still wears sneakers with velcro straps! With Sean Jordan in a headlock, Demonico tags in Riley Kendrick. Kendrick climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes down with a double axe handle to the back of Jordan. Keeping up the attack on the spine, Kendrick whips Jordan chest first into the turnbuckles before following up with a big double flying knee that crushes Sean against the corner! Kendrick tags in Demonico as Jordan staggers backwards out of the corner. Dragon flies with a springboard clothesline that takes Sean off his feet. Dragon with a cover - 1, 2 and Jordan kicks out. Demonico tags Kendrick back in and they slam Jordan to the mat with a double hiptoss. The flyers bounce off opposite sides of the ring and, as Jordan sits up, they sandwich his head with a pair of dropkicks! Dragon leaves the ring as Riley makes a cover - 1, 2... Jordan gets a shoulder up. SC: I’m really impressed by Kendrick and Demonico tonight. Quick tags, dictating the pace - this is solid tag team wrestling. SJ: This is nothing but a couple of spot monkeys who can’t wrestle a real match so they have to fly all over the place. What they do isn’t special! SC: Please, you can’t even run up the stairs without risking a coronary. SJ: You’re risking a black eye if you keep pushing me, Scoop. Kendrick lifts Jordan to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Sean comes back with a baseball slide that takes Riley’s leg out from under him. Focusing on the high flyer’s leg, Jordan slams Kendrick’s knee repeatedly into the mat as APB cheers from the sidelines. Jordan drags Kendrick by the leg into his corner and tags in Moss. The big man continues to attack Riley’s knee with a series of brutal kicks straight to the joint. Kendrick rolls away, clutching his knee, and tries to stand up, but he can’t put any weight on the leg. Moss lifts Riley up by the hair and nails him with a thunderous kneebreaker. Placing Kendrick’s ankle on the bottom rope, Adam performs a variation of a Banzai drop, bringing his 280lbs down on the knee of his opponent! SC: Adam Moss brought his whole weight down on the knee of Riley Kendrick! That could break the man’s leg in two! SJ: Ha ha! Maybe he can be the “Sensation” of the intensive care ward! The middle of the match sees Old School Style apply their traditional tag team game plan, cutting the ring in half as they go to work on Riley Kendrick. Moss plants Kendrick with a big powerbomb. He holds the damaged leg and tags in Jordan, who nails Riley with a running kick to the back of the knee. Kendrick howls in pain as Jordan wraps his leg up with a spinning toe hold! Dragon Demonico is jumping up and down by their corner, calling on the fans to get behind Kendrick as Riley shakes his head and refuses to tap. He shoves Jordan off with his free leg and tries to crawl quickly to his home corner. Sean is up and lands an elbow to the back of Kendrick’s head before Riley can make the tag. He drags Kendrick back to Old School Style’s corner, tagging in Moss and spitting across the ring at Demonico. Dragon, fired up and desperate to get back in the fight, enters the ring and is held back by the referee, letting OSS beat down on Kendrick with stiff kicks and stomps. Jordan gets out of the ring and leaves Kendrick to Moss, who picks up Riley only to throw him back down with a body slam. Moss pulls Kendrick back to his feet and puts him in place for another powerbomb, pointing at the turnbuckles! He lifts Riley up but Kendrick fires a series of hard punches to Moss’ head before nailing the big man with a hurricanrana! SC: A big hurricanrana puts Adam Moss down! SJ: One move does not make a comeback, Scoop. Kendrick’s still on the losing end of this match! As APB screams at Moss to get up and clear his head, Kendrick crawls back to his corner. Dragon has his arm outstretched, cheering his partner on. Riley is so close, almost there... Sean Jordan races across the ring and hits a hard elbow on Kendrick! Demonico charges in, he and Jordan trading blows as the referee tries to get them out of the ring. With the ref distracted, APB removes his belt and hands it to Moss. The big man is back on his feet and has cleared the cobwebs. He wraps the belt around Kendrick’s neck and chokes him until the referee finally restores order. Moss tosses the belt back to APB, who plays innocent when the referee warns him not to interfere. The crowd boo loudly as Moss drags Kendrick back to the OSS corner and tags in Jordan. Sean sits on the top turnbuckle and Moss lifts Kendrick up onto his shoulders. Top rope powerbomb from Sean Jordan to Riley Kendrick! Jordan goes back to work on the leg, delivering a number of hard stomps to the back of Riley’s thigh before applying an airtight figure four leglock! Kendrick cries out in pain, smashing his fists against the mat while Jordan taunts him, telling him to give it up! SC: The figure four has claimed many victims. Will Riley Kendrick be the next? SJ: His pride might not want him to tap, but I bet his knee is screaming for mercy right now! SC: Do you have to sound so gleeful when you say that? SJ: Actually, it’s in my contract that when I see no good punks like Riley Kendrick in pain, I’m obliged to be! Kendrick refuses to tap, even as Jordan grabs the bottom rope for more leverage every time the referee isn’t looking. Demonico encourages Riley to hold on, the cheers of the crowd in his ears as Kendrick drags himself back towards his corner. Jordan has gone dead weight and tries to keep Kendrick from moving, but he can’t do anything to stop Riley as the “Sensation” tries to turn onto his stomach. It’s a battle of wills as the two men lay in the ring, fighting for control of the hold. With a primal scream, Riley Kendrick finally rolls onto his stomach, reversing the pressure of the hold! Now it’s Sean Jordan’s turn to cry in pain as he grabs the air, trying to reach the ropes. It almost looks like Jordan might tap when Moss enters and breaks up the hold, the crowd jeering and booing as the referee pushes him out of the ring. Both Kendrick and Jordan are hurting, but it’s Sean who gets up first, smacking Kendrick about the head before lifting him up by the hair. He grabs Riley’s head and turns to Demonico, yelling, “This one’s for you, Dragon!” before hitting Riley with a dragon screw! Kendrick tries to crawl away and Jordan can only laugh as Riley drags himself up in the corner. Sean gets a hold of Kendrick’s leg and pulls him out of the corner before nailing him with another dragon screw! Kendrick is in a world of pain but refuses to stay down, pulling himself up with the ropes while, below him, APB taunts and jeers him. In response, Kendrick spits in APB’s face! A furious Bartsch orders Jordan to pull Kendrick’s leg off. Sean grins and grabs Kendrick’s leg. But before he can perform a third dragon screw, Kendrick nails him in the face with a desperate enziguiri! His body shaking with adrenalin, Kendrick gets to his feet and catches Jordan with a double knee facebreaker! The crowd are going wild as both Kendrick and Jordan lay motionless in the ring! SC: Riley Kendrick managed to dig deep and hit hard with that big facebreaker! SJ: Jordan’s face! Jordan’s handsome... uh, pleasant... um... interesting face! The referee starts to count as Kendrick and Jordan begin to stir. They drag themselves to their respective corners, both Dragon Demonico and Adam Moss egging their partners on. APB is pounding the apron with his fist, screaming at his charge to get moving as Kendrick inches his way to Demonico. Jordan finally makes the tag to Moss but Kendrick does the same and Dragon leaps onto the top turnbuckle, flying off and taking the big man down with a missile dropkick! The finish of the match kicks off with Dragon Demonico clearing house! Sean Jordan tries to intervene on Adam Moss’ behalf but eats a face full of wrestling boot as Dragon dropkicks him over the top rope! Moss gets to his knees only long enough for Demonico to nail him with a brutal Shining Wizard! Dragon makes a cover - 1, 2... Moss gets a shoulder up! Demonico moves with a fluid grace as he hops to his feet and lands a beautiful standing moonsault before easily getting back up and dropping a leg across Moss’ face! SC: The Dragon is on fire! SJ: Oh, if only that was more than a lame pun! Demonico is back on his feet and raises his arms to the cheering crowd. He points at the ring ropes and races towards them. He jumps, looking to perform an Asai moonsault, but APB grabs his leg and sends him crashing backwards to the canvas! Adam Moss pulls himself together long enough to stumble back to his corner and tag in Sean Jordan. Jordan gets into the ring, shaking his leg loose, and crouches in the corner. Demonico staggers to his feet, holding his head, and turns to see Jordan racing towards him for a spear! But Dragon leapfrogs Sean and the OSS member crashes into the turnbuckles! Jordan staggers out of the corner and turns around - Dragon Spike! Demonico makes the cover - 1, 2... SC: What the...? APB’s pulled the referee out of the ring! SJ: What smart strategy! The Old School Style are lucky to have such a teacher! SC: This is ridiculous! As the referee and APB argue on the outside, Adam Moss blindsides Demonico with a forearm to the back of the head. He and Jordan pound on Demonico’s head and neck before whipping him into the ropes. As he bounces off the ropes, Riley Kendrick makes a blind tag. Old School Style attempt a double back bodydrop, but Demonico lands on his feet! Moss and Jordan turn around, only for Adam to taste a superkick from Dragon while Sean takes one to the back of the head from Kendrick! The crowd are on their feet for the high flyers as the referee climbs back into the ring. He tries to restore some semblance of order, but while he’s doing that APB is trying to slide a steel chair into the ring! Demonico spots him doing it and smashes him with a baseball slide through the ropes! Dragon attacks APB at ringside, stomping a mudhole in the veteran until Moss climbs down and hits Dragon from behind. He tries to whip Demonico into the crowd barrier, but Dragon hops up onto the barrier, performs a spinning jump backwards and nails the big man with a hurricanrana on the outside! SC: Adam Moss has been taken down with a hurricanrana on the mats, and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy! SJ: You sadist! Is this how you get your kicks, Scoop? You like watching muscular young man in tight spandex hurt themselves for your pleasure? SC: Um... I- SJ: You disgust me. The referee is so busy trying to stop the mayhem at ringside that he doesn’t notice Riley Kendrick pick Sean Jordan up for the Fadeaway! But the damage to Riley’s knee comes back to haunt him and he crumbles before he can hit the cradle tombstone. Jordan quickly grabs the steel chair and slams it into Kendrick’s knee! Riley’s agonised face says it all as he lies helpless on the canvas. With an evil glint in his eye, Jordan locks in an ankle hook and cinches it tight! Kendrick screams in pain and reaches in vain for the ropes. As the referee checks on Kendrick, Demonico tries to get back into the ring, but he’s stopped by APB. Though he tries to hold on, the pain is far too much and Kendrick has no choice but to tap out! Winners, via submission: The Old School Style The bell rings repeatedly but Jordan refuses to break the hold. Dragon desperately tries to help his partner but is caught by a furious Adam Moss, who throws him head first into the ring steps! SC: Damn it, the match is over! Jordan is just trying to injure Kendrick now! SJ: That’s what he gets for being a sensationally bad wrestler! Ha! See what I did there? SC: Yeah, very droll. As Riley screams in pain, APB and Moss climb into the ring. Moss throws the referee out as APB stomps on Kendrick’s face while Jordan continues twisting his leg. Bartsch orders Jordan to pick Kendrick up. Riley is groggy and can’t defend himself from an All Points Bulletin! Then APB picks him up again and tells his young charges to strike. He steps back and smiles as Riley is folded up with a Spearline! Bartsch grabs the chair and lays it in the centre of the ring. He grabs Kendrick by the hair and, adding insult to injury, hits Riley with his own finisher, the cradle tombstone, right onto the chair! APB points to Demonico leaning against the ring apron, trying to clear the cobwebs. Moss nods and climbs out of the ring. He grabs Dragon by the head and prepares to roll him under the ropes when a hooded figure jumps the crowd barrier, brandishing a chair! The hooded figure nails Moss from behind with the chair before grabbing Demonico and helping him back up the ramp! SC: Who was that!? SJ: Whoever it was, he didn’t make any friends with Old School Style, getting in their business like that! SC: You mean saving Dragon Demonico from a terrible beating? SJ: Yes! APB and Sean Jordan climb out of the ring to check on Moss, glaring up the ramp to see the hooded figure and Dragon Demonico disappear backstage. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (MAHONEY MCMILLIAN IS TRYING TO GRAB THE ATTENTION OF THE MASKED HELPER WHO PULLS DRAGON BACKSTAGE.) MM: WHO ARE YOU! WHO ARE YOU! (MAHONEY SEEMS TO BE GETTING NOWHERE IN HIS CHASE WHEN HE BUMPS INTO JACK BELEVONENCE. THE CROWD GIVE A MIXED REACTION OF DISAPPROVAL AND EXCITEMENT FOR SEEING HIM.) MM: Jack... JB: Shut up moron...let me make this clear, what happened in the ring just now. Is NOTHING! MM: What are you doing here? JB: They say this is where the big boys play right? Well, I am the biggest name in professional wrestling right now and I should be the True Expert. MM: T.F.W.F. doesn't recognize the True... JB: Well, the T.F.W.F. is about to get a big fucking wake up call. Sandy Makel is having some hiatus swan song tonight right? MM: Well, his injuries... JB: Legends don't get injured...in fact legends dish out injuries...and thats what I do and that is why I signed with the T.F.W.F.,you see why the Dice is off playing 'rest at home', I will be winning T.F.W.F. gold and when it's all said and done whether its in the Experts tournaments or in the T.F.W.F.. Everyone will know EXACTLY who Jack Benevolence is... (HE PUSHES MAHONEY BACK AND WALKS OFF.) (RINGSIDE.) SJ: Jack Benevolence HAS SIGNED WITH THE T.F.W.F. WOHOOO!!!!! SC: Smells like trouble to me...that guy has an ego the size of this entire state. SJ: Yeah, but its totally deserved and he is a blue chipper star without a doubt. Just look at how handsome and amazing he is in all ways. SC: Settle down Snoop... SJ: I can't! SC: Well, the men in this audience won't be settling down soon as the two premier female in ring competitors in the T.F.W.F. meet and it won't be pretty even if they are! DWIWF North American Championship Match Latrisha (c) vs Ash Wilson (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the DWIWF North American Championship... *'FAINT' - LINKIN PARKPLAYS* (SMALL CROWD HEAT. 'FUTURE OF WOMEN COMPETITORS' FLIES ACROSS THE TRON. A GRAFFITI BASED SET OF IMAGES COME ON IN CONJUNCTION WITH ASH'S FINISHING MOVES. SHE WALKS TO THE RING AFTER THROWING ONE ARM IN THE AIR TO CELEBRATE HER ARRIVAL.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from New York, New York...weighing 163 pounds...Ash Wilson!!! SC: Ash Wilson has been so impactful since joining the T.F.W.F. with a real meanstreak about her. SJ: And great tits...MOTORBOAT!!!! SC: ... JH: And her opponent... *'KEEPS GETTING BETTER' - CHRISTINIA AGUILLERA PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. AN IMAGE OF A SPORTS CAR IS SHOWN ON THE TRON WITH THE WORD 'MISS PERFECTION' ETCHED INTO IT BEFORE THE SCREEN SHATTERS AND IMAGES OF LATRISHA DISHING OUT PUNISHMENT ARE SHOWN. SHE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE, PULLS OFF A SEXY POSE AND THEN WALKS TO THE RING LOOKING DETERMINED.) JH: Making her way towards the ring from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...weighing 127 pounds...she is the DWIWF North American Champion...Latrisha!!! SC: One of the biggest women wrestling legends in this business Snoop... SJ: Judging by those thunder thighs let's just say biggest women! SC: WILL YOU STOP! With an explosion in noise from the crowd both women sprint out of their corners towards each other with unmatched intensity. Ash immediately goes to tackle Latrisha, but Miss Perfect somersaults out of the way leaving Ash with nothing to grab and hitting the mat. Slamming her fist on the mat, Ash jumps immediately back up to her feet only to be hit with a stiff kick to the chest. The impact echoes around the arena as Ash stumbles back before getting hit with another, and then another. Ash tries to recover but Latrisha throws her hard to the mat with an arm drag. Pushing back up Ash rushes Latrisha again only to be thrown with another quick arm drag. Ash pops right back up to her feet showing signs of her own ruthless aggression and goes for an arm drag on Latrisha, but she flips halfway through landing on her feet and hitting Ash with a backhand bitch slap right across the jaw! The crowd moans as Ash falls down to the mat holding her jaw. SC: Looks like Latrisha has a few things to teach the young upstart Ash Wilson here. SJ: Latrisha is just upset that Ash hasn't been gang banged with the ugly stick like she has. SC: What are you talking about, Latrisha is a beautiful woman. SJ: Beautiful... I think someone hit up the mini bar a little early. Slamming her right fist repeatedly onto the mat Ash looks back up at Latrisha, glaring at her and motioning with her fingers for her to get back up. Ash snarls and explodes back up to her feet, only to get hit with a spinning heel kick from the champion. Both women reach their feet at about the same time only for Ash to go for a dropkick of her own, but Latrisha sidesteps and slaps the kick down emphatically. Rolling over and doing a kip up, Ash quickly reaches her feet once again. With an audible scream Wilson throws a punch at Latrisha that's ducked. Latrisha counters with another vicious backhand slap across the face, the crowd groans in unison at the impact. Stumbling backwards Ash falls down to one knee before being pulled up by a handful of her hair. Latrisha buries an elbow into the stomach of Ash, landing another lightning quick offensive move before attempting to Irish whip Wilson into the ropes. But Ash reverses and whips Latrisha into the opposite direction... right over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. SC: Looks like Ash is finally going to get a bit of offense in here tonight. SJ: Ash has been in control the entire match. SC: She's been on her back for the majority of it. SJ: She was just trying to get into Latrisha's mindset. What better way than to be in the position Latrisha is most comfortable with. Ash sprints against the opposite ropes as the crowd makes the arena shake, stomping their feet repeatedly like an oncoming stampede. As Wilson comes speeding back across the ring after hitting the rope, Latrisha gets up to her feet feeling the rumble of the capacity crowd. Wilson jumps and Latrisha stumbles as quickly as she can and dives across the outside to get out of the way. But Wilson does a flip with the back of her knees hitting the top rope and perfectly executing a fake dive. Latrisha looks up from a seated position as Wilson lands back on her feet inside the ring. Ash makes eye contact with the champion and taps her index finger against her head, telling Latrisha that she knows that she just outsmarted her. SC: I guess Ash really is trying to play mind games with the champion. SJ: It isn't a very hard thing to do, it's like outsmarting a second grader. SC: Latrisha's has been in control here since the opening bell. SJ: You only say that because you're ignoring all the illegal punches and hair pulling. SC: Are you even watching the same match? SJ: Yeah, just not through the rose tinted glasses you seem to be. Taking a couple steps to decide her next move, Latrisha inches closer to the ring. She makes her decision and dives under the bottom rope into the ring. Wilson is all over it as Latrisha gets to a vertical base even faster than Wilson anticipates. Latrisha's deceptive speed is all the distraction Latrisha needs to hit Ash with an STO. As the back of Wilson strikes the mat the crowd erupts into cheers as Latrisha quickly locks in a dragon sleeper. Wilson's arms flail around, trying to find a way to break loose as Latrisha's superior mat skills keep her formidable opponent grounded. Using her amazing agility and flexibility, Wilson manages to get into a bridge giving some leeway between her body and the ground. Reaching up she puts her arm around Latrisha's neck much like a cutter position before flipping into the air putting herself almost in a position to get a vertical suplex but free of the submission. The crowd cheers the technical exchange but those cheers pale in comparison to the ones that erupt when Latrisha leans back a little bit, putting Ash in position to be hit with a textbook Osaka Street Cutter. The move sends Wilson to the mat holding her jaw, where Latrisha quickly gets on the attack like a shark smelling blood in the water. Raining down a series of stomps to the recently injured head of Wilson. Ash manages to push Latrisha away enough to make her way up to her feet, but once to a vertical base Ash is quickly thrown back down in a hip toss. Latrisha doesn't release the arm, suddenly finding herself in full control of the contest. Applying pressure to the arm, Wilson screams out trying to find a way to escape this armbar submission. SC: While Wilson may have a distinct advantage in the striking department, Latrisha has begun to start showcasing her gameplan here. Keeping Ash Wilson grounded with some impressive mat skills. SJ: I hope she's better at that than being a mother. Rumor has it that Latrisha's kids have started talking to a cardboard cut out of her since she's hardly ever home anymore. SC: I've never heard that rumor. SJ: Yeah, I just posted it on my facebook a few seconds ago. Ash struggles to find a way to escape, cringing through the pain as Latrisha puts her arm through the ringer. But finally Ash finds a way and somersaults through the move. Latrisha refuses to let go though and Ash tries to lock Latrisha into an arm ringer, but Latrisha sees it coming and drops Ash with a short arm clothesline. Rolling over Ash is moving a bit slower now, but tries to push her self up to her feet. She raises faster than expected as Latrisha assists her with a hand full of hair. With her dominant position Latrisha whips Wilson hard into the turnbuckle. As soon as the back of Wilson makes impact Latrisha sprints towards her. Latrisha leaps into the air to hit Wilson with a Shining Wizard in the corner, but coming to her senses Ash spins out of the corner leaving no one home as Latrisha catches her balance on the top rope. Launching herself into the air, Latrisha hopes to take Ash by surprise with a tornado roaring elbow. Wilson has the move scouted and nails Latrisha with a dropkick while she's in mid-air. The crowd boos as both women hit the ground. Ash Wilson rolls over onto her back, trying to get her head back together as Latrisha lands awkwardly. Holding her hand Latrisha is hunched over on the mat, holding the back of her skull where the impact of the dropkick hit. SC: Ash was in a bad way but managed to take a bit of pressure off with a dropkick out of nowhere! SJ: Ash proving why this group of recent signings shouldn't be ignored. SC: For once we agree on something. SJ: Sorry, there's no room on this bandwagon for the likes of you. The clapping from the capacity crowd clearly upsets Ash, giving her the boost she needs to reach her feet first. Upon getting to a vertical base, it takes her a minute to get used to her surroundings and figure out exactly where she is in proximity to everything. Turning around she sees Latrisha on her hands and knees. Looking to get an advantage Ash approaches Latrisha who still appears to be holding her head, Ash wastes no time in running over and tackling Latrisha to the ground before she starts punching away at her face. The crowd voices their displeasure with boos as Ash goes to town with a series of MMA style ground and pound tactics. Latrisha tries to cover up when the referee gets involved a bit, breaking up the two. Latrisha struggles to get back up to her feet, as Wilson shoves past the referee and continues her attack. Grabbing Latrisha by the hair she pulls her the rest of the way up, before jerking her backwards by her hair across her knee in a modified backbreaker. The referee screams to watch the hair as Ash doesn't let go and pulls her up by the hair again, this time hitting a muay thai style kick to the head on the way up. Ash goes to whip Latrisha into the ropes, but Latrisha reverses... Whipping Ash into the ropes. Bouncing off, Ash rushes back at Latrisha who goes for a spinning heel kick, but Wilson ducks under. On the opposite ropes Ash hooks her arm around the middle rope stopping herself. Seeing this, Latrisha rushes towards her and dropkicks her right in the chest before she even realizes what hit her. SC: Looks like Latrisha has regained that championship mentality. SJ: If you ask me, she should go buy a lottery ticket when she leaves tonight... Luck is clearly the only thing she has going for her right now. Latrisha signals for the 'Absolute Perfection', riding the momentum, but Ash Wilson breaks out of the move and levels her with a short arm clothesline. Ash then synches in 'Disjunction'. Latrisha taps immediately. Winner, via submission and NEW DWIWF North American Champion: Ash Wilson Ash celebrates with the belt and spits on the face of Latrisha who is crying. Ash continues her celebration. SC: I didn't see that one coming, Latrisha just couldn't handle the young superstar known as Ash Wilson. SJ: I hope she doesn't cry too much because nobody likes the tears here... SC: Folks, as Latrisha heads to the back crying tears of pain...we have Mahoney McMillian back there who is hopefully going to get a word with the former Champion...Mahoney? (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (LATRISHA STILL SOBBING THROUGH A MIXTURE OF BEING CRAP AND PAIN WALKS THROUGH THE CURTAIN. MAHONEY MEETS HER.) MM: Latrisha, you didn't seem to put up much of a fight there and immediately tapped out to the submission hold of Ash Wilson. Any comments? L: (between tears) Yes...I officially pass the torch to Ash Wilson...she was the better woman tonight. MM: Where do you go from here? L: Home...my career is done, I can't bounce back from this, I think I proved I couldn't hang tonight and now its time for me to hang up the boots. (AS MAHONEY PUTS A HAND ON HER SHOULDER, ASH WILSON WALKS PAST.) MM: Ash any comments for Latrisha who has just announced she is heading home after the loss to you. (ASH LOOKS LATRISHA UP AND DOWN.) AW: Get a face lift and a boob job...and make sure you wash between your legs, you fucking stink. (WILSON WALKS OFF CELEBRATING. LATRISHA THEN BURSTS INTO FRESH TEARS.) MM: Tears her from Latrisha guys...back to you at ringside. (RINGSIDE.) SC: Well, I wouldn't have believed that... SJ: I would, it smelled like the inside of a fish mongers here for the last 10 minutes. SC: WILL YOU STOP! SJ: What? SC: (ignoring Snoop.) Well folks, this new blood has struck tonight for the first time, Ash Wilson has claimed our first gold of the evning...and has sent Latrisha packing from the T.F.W.F., up next Ash's recent partner in crime Domingo Cruz will look to do the same no doubt to an old buddy of Latrisha...Jose Ramon. Let's go to Jaycee. T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship Match Jose Ramon (c) vs Domingo Cruz (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship... *'I PUT ON' - KYLE LEE PLAYS* (SMALL CROWD HEAT. "2...1...0" COMES ON THE TRON AS CRUZ WALKS ONTO THE STAGE. A VIDEO MONTAGE OF HIS HIGH FLYING EXPLOITS IS SHOWN AS HE WALKS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Antonio, Texas...weighing 215 pounds...Domingo Cruz!!! SC: Cruz is at 215...but he is just pure muscle Snoop, a different style of LHW than we have seen in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: And thats what flyboy cannot cope with...a different style, this is going to be sweet! JH: And his opponent... *'HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO' - THE HIVES PLAYS* (DECENT CROWD POP. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE, SHOWING IMAGES OF THE SMIRKING FACE OF JOSE RAMON AS THE WORDS 'JEALOUS? YOU SHOULD BE' FLASH BY. RAMON STRUTS OUT, PAUSING ON THE RAMP TO GESTURE TO HIMSELF WITH DOUBLE THUMBS AS PYROS ERUPT FROM THE STAGE BEFORE HEADING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California... weighing 195 lbs...he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...'The Epitome of Entertainment' Jose Ramon!!! SC: Jose has said tonight it is going to be Domingo who wishes he wasn't in this ring. SJ: I imagine that's because Jose stinks of shit... SC: WILL YOU STOP! The bell ring as the two circle around the ring a bit before the two lock up. With the power advantage, Cruz easily gets the upper hand as he knees Ramon in the gut and starts landing punches. He goes to whip Ramon across the ropes and when Ramon arrives back goes for an enziguri but Ramon ducks under the leg at the very last moment as Cruz crashes to the ground, missing the move. Ramon points to his cranium and smirks, showing that he has the upper hand in the match. Cruz doesn't like that show of arrogance one bit and immediately spears Ramon to the ground and gives him a number of punches to the facial area. He picks him up, and then throws him onto the turnbuckle. As Ramon recoils back, Cruz runs towards him and goes for a tornado DDT, but suddenly Ramon pushes Cruz away from him and Cruz spills out over the top rope onto the floor in a THUD that can be heard quite well as the audience cheers for Ramon, who simply points at his head again, showing his intellect. SC: Ramon showing some tremendous defensive skills here- he's countering every move Cruz has given him! SJ: Hey, it's only the beginning of the match, alright? Flyboy here is just having beginner's luck. That'll soon fade out. Ramon exits the ring and goes to pick up Cruz, but Cruz has none of it, slamming his fist into Ramon as his breath is taken away from him. Cruz grabs him by the hair and throws him into the steel turnbuckle as it's apparent that Ramon has sparked something inside of him. He rolls in and out of the ring in order to avoid a count out as He grabs Ramon and throws him into the steel steps. his back making violent impact against the steel. Cruz then seems to have a plan as he takes one of Ramon's legs and plants it inside the steps, between them and the turnbuckle. Ramon tries to escape but a few shots to the face by Cruz stops this. Cruz laughs as he begins stomping away at the steps, seemingly crushing Ramon's angle. Ramon yells out in pain as Cruz continues to smash it until he feels the damage has been done. He grabs a dazed Ramon and throws him back in the ring as he slowly gets back into the ring himself. SC: Ramon's ankle HAS to be broken as a result of that vicious attack by Cruz! He's relentless here tonight! SJ: That's what you need to do to get noticed around here Scoop...and Cruz is doing a damn fine job of doing that tonight. Cruz watches as Ramon slowly tries to get back up to his feet, but it's obviously apparent that he is favoring his right knee. A vicious grin appears on Cruz's face as he nearly decapitates Ramon with a clothesline and covers...1....2...NO! Ramon kicks out as Cruz immediately gets back on the offensive. He picks up Ramon and hits a snap suplex, making sure the impact falls directly on Ramon's injured ankle. He drags Ramon over to the corner and climbs to the top rope, poses for a few seconds before executing a 450 leg drop that lands directly on Ramon's throat. Ramon coughs harshly as Cruz makes another cover...1...2...NO!! Ramon refuses to give up and that makes Cruz none the happier. Wanting to finish the match quickly, he knows what to do. He starts stomping on the injured angle, bringing immense pain to Ramon as he has a submission in mind. He drags Ramon to the middle of the ring and begins to apply a Boston Crab, but Ramon escapes the hold and dashes to the bottom rope, clutching it. Cruz smirks and slowly walks over to grab Ramon, but instead Ramon fires back with a shot to the gut! The crowd goes wild for this as Ramon fires back with shots to the gut and the face, then with his good leg levels Cruz to the floor with a pele kick, then a shining wizard as he rolls Cruz over and covers....1..2...NO! A stunned Cruz lifts his shoulder up at the last second as the crowd starts chanting for Ramon's name. SC: Cruz is completely on the offensive here but Ramon isn't giving up just yet. SJ: He might as well should, just look at his ankle there. Cruz is going to lock in a submission at any time and Ramon will tap out like he's never tapped before. Ramon gets up and whips Cruz across the ropes, and when Cruz arrives back hits him with a hurricanrana that nearly spikes Cruz on his head. Ramon exits out of the ring gingerly, and then when Cruz stumbles back on his feet, Ramon launches off the top rope and shoulder tackles Cruz back down to the mat. Ramon slowly gets back up to his feet as the crowd is behind him. He hobbles over to Cruz to pick him up again but Cruz counters by sweeping the legs of Ramon and dragging him to the middle of the ring, this time successfully locking in the Boston crab. Wrought in pain, Ramon tries desperately to grab the bottom rope closest to him as slowly but surely, he cinches closer and closer to the nearest one towards him. He finally grabs the bottom rope, but it is evident a lot of damage has already been done as Ramon lies motionless on the floor and Cruz lets go of the hold. Like as if he were a rug, Cruz grabs Ramon and throws him back in the middle on the ring as he goes for another cover...1....2...3-NO!!! Ramon lifts his shoulder up at the very last second as the crowd goes wild! Cruz's eyes bug out in shock as the crowd continues to be one hundred percent behind Jose Ramon. SC: Cruz has been dominant in this match but Ramon has taken all the beating Cruz has brought to him and is still fighting back- that's what a true champion is. SJ: Yeah, sure, Ramon's impressing everyone right know but wait 'till the steam finally runs out- he's going to fail fantastically and we'll have a new champion! Wanting this to be over already, Cruz picks up Ramon and looks to hit his finisher, the Deuce Dime, but right as he picks him up Ramon suddenly catches a second wind and begins hitting a flurry of offense on Cruz, catching him totally off guard. He whacks him with an enziguri, sending him to the ground dazed as he looks over to the turnbuckle and points to it as the crowd cheers. His leg still bothering him, he slowly makes his way towards the top rope, perhaps looking to finish it with his shooting star press, or “Posterized”. However, his bum leg makes the trek towards the top a slow one and gives plenty of time for Cruz to recover. He hops on the middle rope, grabs an unsuspecting Ramon and drills him with a superplex off the top rope. He immediately covers....1....2...NO!!! Ramon survives the near three count. Getting angry and obviously fustrated at this point, Cruz resorts to more underhanded tactics. Wearing him down from the superplex, he picks Ramon up and delivers the Deuce Dime this time, putting his feet on the ropes as the referee makes the cover...1....2....3!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Domingo Cruz Cruz holds the belt high in the ring as Ash Wilson his new blood partner walks out with her newly won title the two hold them up together and celebrate. SC: The new blood...wait...wait a minute thats Ornery Hillman there! Hillman can be seen on the stage clapping in appreciation at what he has seen and nodding his head and the new blood don't seem at all unimpressed to see the money behind the One Ring Circus and it's scout looking pleased. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO LEGION STANDING WITH M.D.K.) L: And you think this is a good idea... MDK: It's the only idea worth considering...I brought you and Rampage into the One Ring Circus...and now...we need to take out what is holding us back. L: But, what about defending the tag titles. MDK: We have the freebird rule right...who says we need... (ALL OF A SUDDEN RYAN RUCKUS WALKS IN LOOKING LIKE A BIT OF A DOUCHEBAG WEARING A LOAD OF PEPSI SPONSORED CLOTHING AND HOLDING ONE HALF OF THE BELTS.) RR: Hey dudes... (MDK SHAKES HIS HEAD AND WALKS OFF.) RR: You know I sense some real venom from him again Legion, like he doesn't think I am cool or something. He hasn't said anything to you has he. L: Nah... (RUCKUS WALKS OFF. LEGION LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING.) L: For the greater good...sometimes we sin. (HE SMILES A WICKED SMILE AND WALKS OFF.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: What the hell is he plotting, that MDK. SJ: Hopefully a new wardrobe for Ruckus... SC: Well Ruckus needs to be focused tonight, despite the fall out between Cross and Kovalenko, the One Ring Circus cannot underestimate them... SJ: I am sure it's nothing, I mean whats not to trust about M.D.K.. SC: (shakes his head and rolls his eyes.) Let's go to Jaycee... T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship Match The Masked Marvel (c) vs Chester Addison (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... *'BORN IN THE USA' - BRUCE SPRINGSTEIN PLAYS* (CROWD HEAT. A USA FLAG FLYS ONTO THE TRON WITH A PICTURE OF A SPINNING MASK OF THE MASKED MARVEL IN FULL VIEW. HE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND ADDRESSES THE CROWD WITH LITTLE INTEREST.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Metroville, USA...weighing 225 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Masked Marvel!!! SC: Marvel has certainly made some well...comments regarding the citizenship status of Chester Addison. SJ: Masked Marvel...the Border Control Buddha...wait...isn't buddha a bad thing? SC: (sigh) JH: And his opponent... *'ENTERTAINMENT' - RISE AGAINST PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. A UNION JACK FLASHES ACROSS THE TRON THEN THE WORDS 'QUEEN, COUNTRY, MONEY'. CHESTER ADDISON WALKS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND THEN HEADS DOWN TO THE RING WITH A FOCUSED LOOK ON HIS FACE) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from London, England...weighing 224 pounds...Chester Addison!!! SC: Addison has followed that sort of great tag formula...one of the guys going onto great success and Chester can add to this tonight. SJ: Who is this guy again? The bell rings and both men begin to circle as the Masked Maiden and Charles cheer Marvel on at ringside. Addison looks focused as he raises his arms for a lock-up, getting close to Marvel who quickly hits the mat and slides out of the ring to big boos. He waves a finger at Addison as he calls for a microphone, climbing back into the ring as Addison leans in the corner with a look of annoyance on his face. MM: My fellow Americans, today I talk to you as a man ready to change the world. As you have all seen, my Hardcore Politics movement has been a roaring success; soon we will have abolished every last free-thinking Liberal scum from the T.F.W.F. and The Masked Marvel will stand in as Sarah Palin's representative, ousting the Earl of Cleveland from office. As part of my campaign, I have been doing a lot of research about my political opponents... He turns to Chester with a knowing smile as Chester laughs. MM: You, Mr. Addison, have been trying to ride the coat-tails of that devious President Obama in trying to break the remaining taboos in politics. You, Addison, have been trying to become the first Japanese President of the T.F.W.F.!!! The crowd boo Marvel loudly as Addison facepalms in the corner. On cue the Masked Maiden and Charles throw streamers into the ring and begin to cheer very loudly, before climbing up onto the apron, taking it in turns to do V-sign poses with Addison wile the other takes a photograph. SJ: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG! SC: Of course you did... SJ: Jessica Fletcher ain't got shit on the Snoopmeister! Maiden and Charles continue to pose with Addison as he completely ignores them, shouting at the referee to get the microphone away from Marvel. MM: Well you see Addison, you might have fooled these people, but I'm not stupid. Pretend all you want Addison, but I've uncovered the truth, and for lying to this country you will be punished! If I had it my way you'd be locked in Guantanamo and tortur... uh... sternly told off for the rest of you life. But NOOOO, they had to go and close down the last damn good thing going, so instead I'm going to use the Hardcore rules of this match to invoke the full wrath of Hardcore Politics on you Chester! By this point Addison has heard enough and he turns, sucker-punching Charles off the apron to a huge cheer! Marvel shout for him to stop as Addison goes to throw a punch at the Masked Maiden, who leaps off the apron in terror. Addison then stalks over to Marvel, ripping the microphone out of his hand. CA: You know what Marvel, you're absolutely correct, I'm Japanese. And I've got just one thing to say to you... Sayonara, wanker. Immediately Addison brings the microphone down on Marvel's head for a massive pop! Marvel hits the mat and gets to his feet as Addison runs him off the ropes, throwing a big knee at his gut and flipping Marvel over to the mat! Addison quick as a flash picks Marvel up, snapmaring him into a seated position before he runs and drives a big kick to Marvel's back that gets a loud “ooooh!” from the fans. As Marvel holds his back in pain Addison begins to pick up the streamers from Charles and Maiden, and he starts winding them into a rope. SC: Here we go folks! Addison's heard enough and he's all over Marvel like a rash! SJ: Or HIV. SC: That's... I'm not even answering that... SJ: What?! Gay people with names like “Chester” always have HIV. Either HIV or Gok Wan re-designing their wardrobe... personally I'm in camp HIV there. As Addison finishes winding up the streamers into a rope he kneels down behind Marvel, placing his knee in Marvel's back before he pulls the streamers around Marvel's throat and pulls back, choking Marvel out! The Hardcore Politician desperately attempts to escape and Addison finally stands, keeping the streamers around Marvel's neck as he throws him into the corner, pulling on the streamers to drag Marvel out and Addison throws a knee at Marvel's gut for a kitchen sink! Addison throws the streamers into the crowd, doing a cheesy V-sign into the camera before he grabs at the now-standing Marvel and throws him back against the corner. Addison then goes to work with a chop to Marvel's chest, followed by a hard forearm to the face, back to the chop, then forearm, then chop, forearm, chop, forearm, chopforearmchopforearm... as Marvel's dazed and his chest's bright red Addison runs back, running straight at Marvel with a massive elbow to the face! Addison walks out, raising an arm to the fans as Marvel recovers enough to remove the top turnbuckle padding in the hope of Addison running at him again, however as he tries to bait Addison into it the challenger boots him in the gut and hooks his arms, dropping him with a double underhook backbreaker! Addison goes for the first cover... one... kickout from Marvel as the crowd boo Marvel not being put away quickly. Marvel struggles up to his feet as Addison immediately gets to work with a series of punches and he runs off the ropes, driving Marvel's face into his knee with a facebreaker before he runs off of the opposite set of ropes and nails Marvel with a one-handed bulldog, rolled into a cover... one... t-- kickout from Marvel. SC: A one-sided match so far with Addison using his smash-mouth style to really get the better of Marvel! SJ: Plus that exposed turnbuckle's looming like Gary Glitter at an orphanage. Addison hauls Marvel up, giving him a forearm for his trouble before he clothesline Marvel over the top rope and climbs to the outside himself, throwing a series of shots and shoulder-barging Marvel into the apron before he irish whips Marvel into the barricade. Marvel shouts out in pain as Addison raises an arm and lifts Marvel, dropping him hard with a big suplex on the outside mats for a big cheer from the crowd. Marvel crawls to the ring steps, resting against them as a fired-up Addison plants a boot in his gut and pushes him into the corner between the stairs and ring, and he begins to unload with chops all over Marvel's chest. Marvel stumbles out and Addison grabs his arms into a double chickenwing, and Addison pushes Marvel up against the crowd as the front-row fans begin to chop Marvel's chest! Addison walks the Hardcore Champion along by the fans as they take turns in turning his chest from white to red, and in a few hours blue, before Addison throws him against the stairs and follows it up with a big shoulder block against the steel. Addison then bounces Marvel's head off the barricade and he whips him against the apron, but Marvel gets his hands on the apron in time! He turns, running at Addison who ducks down -- BACK BODY DROP SENDING MARVEL OVER THE BARRICADE AND INTO A FEW FANS AND CHAIRS! The crowd cheers as Marvel is dazed and laying on a few fans. Addison then climbs up onto the apron as he signals for something rare for him, a high-flying move, and he leaps off the top looking for a splash onto Marvel! But the risk doesn't pay off! Marvel rolls out of the way and Addison's forced to eat a mix of steel, fan and concrete floor as the Masked Marvel composes himself to the side. SJ: OH SAY CAN YOU SEE, ADDISON'S A BIG DWEEB! SC: Addison crashes and burns there folks and all that momentum burns with it, this could be the opening Marvel needs. As Addison slowly gets to his feet Marvel runs at him, connecting with a big <s>European</s> American uppercut before he locks in a headlock on Addison. He wrenches back before moving Addison to the barricade, running his face along it before he pushes Addison back and punches him hard in the face. He then kicks at Addison's gut, beating down on his back before applying an abdominal stretch which he then adds a wristlock to. Sensing a submission this early in the game would be unlikely at best, as well as wanting more time to take advantage of the hardcore rules, Marvel breaks the stretch and drops Addison with a big armdrag onto the floor as Addison clutches his arm in pain. Marvel then grabs the arm and drags Addison to a nearby opened-up chair, and he drops down bringing the elbow down onto the chair as Addison shouts out loudly in pain. Addison grips his arm in pain as Marvel drags him by it through the crowd, ignoring a few of the fans shouting abuse at him. Marvel then reaches out grabbing a box of popcorn from a nearby fan and he stuffs some of it in Addison's face. Marvel then reaches a break in the crowd where the concession stands and food vendors are, and he lifts Addison up, tossing him into the hot dog cart. As Addison leans against the cart holding his arm Marvel stomps away at him, pressing his face against the metal cart with his boot. Marvel then lifts Addison up over one shoulder and he runs at the cart, dropping the challenger over the top of it with a big snake eyes! SC: Well we're out of the ring and using the crowd and vendor carts! This one's gone hardcore quickly! SJ: Two hot dogs, one with extra onions, one with mustard, oh and a soda, and some of those waffles. As Addison holds his head in pain slumped on the floor Marvel places one hand on his chest and begins to sing “The Star-Spangled Banner” loudly. As he walks around the fans near him one of them throws a shoe at him, getting a massive cheer from the fans. Marvel pitches a fit, screaming at security who quickly grab the fan and have him escorted from the building, and Marvel angrily stomps on the shoe. The crowd chant 'nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey, goodbye' at the fan as Marvel turns, and has a tub of mustard hurled at him by Addison! Marvel tries to wipe the sauce from his face as he stumbles around. Addison leans against the cart, catching his breath as Marvel staggers about, finally bumping into the hot dog vendor -- who he instinctively catches into a small package! The crowd chant “One, two, three” at him and Marvel gets to his feet, raising his arms in celebration before he finally washes the mustard off of his face from a bottle of water on the cart and he turns, seeing the vendor on the floor. He shouts out in anger and turns as Addison runs for a clothesline, but Marvel ducks it and immediately snaps Addison down with a big neckbreaker on the concrete, quickly transitioning it into a Rings of Saturn. Addison refuses to tap as Marvel wears down the arms and he breaks the hold, pulling Addison up as he applies a hammerlock and lifts, dropping Addison onto the floor and his own arm with a back suplex... cover... one... two... kickout from Addison. Marvel stamps down on Addison and gets to his feet, calling for a microphone. A stagehand runs over to him, handing it to him as the crowd chant “shut the fuck up” at him before he even starts. MM: So you wanna throw a shoe at me, huh? And slap me? And chop my chest? And hurl abuse? WELL I THINK I KNOW WHO I'LL BE DEPORTING FIRST FROM THE REPUBLICAN OF MARVEL T.F.W.F! How can you people cheer this Japanese loser?! The crowd chant “we're not racist” loudly as Marvel rolls his eyes. With the distraction of the crowd Addison is able to crawl away, reaching a fire exit-style door marked “Dressing Rooms” as he leans against the door to recover from the Marvel beat-down. MM: Well once I've disposed of this first liberal scum I'll be putting through some tougher policies... no more disgusting free healthcare for the wrestlers that can't cut it, no more lower taxes for those on lower incomes... the Marvel state will be so much better than what we have now! Marvel goes to continue as he looks around, but finally notices Addison by the door and he drops the mic. Addison stumbles out from the door as Marvel runs, crashing into Addison with a spear that breaks the lock and spills both men through the double doors into the backstage corridors! The crowd make a tonne of noise for the match going backstage as Marvel and Addison roll around through the corridors, throwing punches back and forth before Marvel's able to slam Addison's head into a nearby locker. Addison's dazed as Marvel kicks his gut and points at a door with 'APB' on the front, and he runs Addison at it crashing him through the door and into the locker room as APB stands with surprise! Marvel turns, raising his arm to the cameras as the crowd boo, but behind him APB looks to take advantage of the 24/7 rule as he covers Addison... one... two... thr-- Marvel dropkicks APB's head to break the pin and keep the match alive. As APB rolls to the side holding his head Marvel scoops Addison up, dragging him straight up into position for a northern lights suplex which he hits on the ground, bridging it... one... two... kickout from Addison who clutches his back in pain, rolling to the side. Marvel sneers at him before he hauls Addison up, running him at a nearby vending machine and driving his head into it. As Addison hits the ground Marvel reaches into the machine, pulling out a can of coke that's just fallen out. SJ: SOMEONE CALL PEREZ HILTON! MARVEL'S A FULL-FAT COKE DRINKER! SC: I don't think he's going to DRINK it... SJ: Last time I heard that phrase was during a Crème de la Crème segment, and yeah, he drank it. Marvel holds the can up as Addison slowly pulls himself up using the vending machine for support. As Addison begins to stand Marvel violently shakes the can up, holding it by Addison's face as he pulls back on the ring-pull -- but Addison forces the can back into Marvel's face as it erupts, spraying the drink all over the Hardcore Politician! Marvel stumbles about, throwing the can down as he turns right into a big clothesline from Addison who covers... one... two... kickout from Marvel. Addison shakes his head as he pulls Marvel up, dragging him through the hallway as he throws Marvel into the wall a couple of times. As they turn a corner there are two stagehands carrying a table with one at each end and the table tilted so the legs are pointing out sideways. Addison smirks as he lands a big elbow to Marvel, turning him around as if going for a reverse atomic drop but he pushes forward, dropping Marvel's groin over the side of the table!!! The crowd give a large “ooooh” as Marvel falls to the floor, screaming in a high-pitched voice as he clutches his groin and rolls around, breathing heavily. Addison covers... one... two... kickout from Marvel who squeaks as he throws the shoulder up. Addison mockingly copies Marvel's pain as the champion slowly gets to his feet, leaning on a table where a tech team is working on show graphics on laptops. Addison takes a few paces back as he extends an elbow and runs -- but Marvel turns, picking up one of the laptops and swinging it at Addison who falls straight back! Marvel goes back to holding his groin as Addison clutches his head in pain. TECH: What the hell?! That was a damn Sony Vaio! MM (High-Pitched): Japanese import, just like this loser, you want a good AMERICAN laptop. TECH: You better be paying for that! MM (High-Pitched): I would but Obama stole all my money trying to pay for losers like you to get free healthcare. As Marvel stares at the tech guy in disgust Addison comes to, grasping at Marvel's leg for a roll-up... one... two... t-- kickout from Marvel just in time who gets to his feet, immediately booting Addison's head before he can stand. Marvel then stamps down on Addison's chest as he looks down the corridor to the doors, dragging Addison along the linoleum floor and through the doors to a carpeted corridor. Marvel smirks, grabbing at Addison's legs before he runs down the carpeted corridor, dragging Addison's bare back along it as the challenger shouts out in pain. As they reach the end of the corridor Marvel hauls Addison up, whipping him through the doors into the TFWF cafeteria. Marvel pushes back through the door as a few backstage staff members and wrestlers back up, moving away from the two in the middle of their match. Marvel then goes to throw Addison across a table, but Addison's able to kick at Marvel's gut before he picks up a plate from the table, turning and driving it over Marvel's head, breaking it into pieces! The crowd collectively gasp as Marvel hits the ground and Addison climbs onto the table, tapping his elbow before he leaps -- elbow drop off the table! But Addison's also hurt from the elbow drop as he clutches the injured arm, and from the crowd of people steps none other than Sniff, placing a boot on Marvel for the 24/7 rule -- one... two... thr-- Addison manages to leap up for the save. SC: Everyone's having a go for the Hardcore Championship tonight! SJ: This is what happens when you're in a liberal country that gives people equal rights... everyone thinks they're entitled to something and try and take it. MARVEL FOR PRESIDENT. Addison hauls Marvel up, shouting at the group of people in the cafeteria that it's HIS match, however Marvel quickly punches him in the gut, running him at a serving hatch and throwing him into it so his head goes through and his shoulder catches the wall hard. Addison stumbles back out as Marvel grabs him, dropping him with an STO onto a table before he covers... one... two... thr-- kickout from Addison. Marvel pulls Addison up, hooking him for an attempted suplex, but Addison spins it round into a big hangman's neckbreaker -- one... two... thre-- kickout again! Addison slumps onto a chair, wondering what he's going to have to do to put Marvel away as Marvel stumbles backwards, staggering back through the door and into the corridor as Addison follows. Marvel shouts various comments at his challenger, trying to degrade him as he stumbles through a door into the gorilla position. Addison runs at him, landing a big european uppercut and a haymaker before he runs again for a clothesline -- but Marvel counters into a sleeper hold! The crowd make a lot of noise as he wrenches on Addison's head and neck, blocking his windpipe as Addison fades and Marvel drops down, applying the body scissors. Addison's arms fall limp as the referee lifts one... and it drops... he goes for the second lift as the crowd chant Addison's name... it drops... going for the third and final lift... it drop-- HE CLENCHES HIS FIST! The crowd pop hugely as Addison fights back, punching away at Marvel's head before he gets to his feet, landing a big belly to belly suplex to Marvel to send him through the curtain and onto the stage! SJ: Marvel flies onto the stage like the angel he is! SC: … or he just got thrown like trash? SJ: Meow! Saucer of milk for Scoop! SC: … Addison storms through the curtain to a huge pop as he runs at the now-standing Marvel for a big lous thesz press, unloading with punches all over Marvel's head! The crowd the cheer every punch as Addison stands, raising an arm and turning to the crowd either side of the stage. From the curtain comes none other than the “Run In King” Jimmy Simpson, looking for the 24/7 rule but before he can even get to Marvel, Addison boots him in the gut, right into a gutwrench suplex dropping him onto Marvel's torso! Addison gets to his feet again as Marvel rolls onto the top of the ramp in pain and Addison steps back before running at his opponent, baseball sliding him down to the middle of the ramp! Addison runs down, hauling Marvel up on a second-wind, lifting him to his shoulders before he runs the rest of the ramp and leaps, dropping Marvel with a big steamroller at ringside to another big cheer. He hauls Marvel into the ring, climbing in after as he stomps away at Marvel, unleashing his frustrations before he throws Marvel so he slumps into the corner and Addison runs off the ropes to Marvel's left, rebounding and booting Marvel's face for the facewash! He drags Marvel out... one... two... thre-- NO! KICKOUT FROM MARVEL! Addison smacks the mat in frustration as he shouts for Marvel to get up, and the Hardcore Politican slowly uses the ropes to stumble, turning around to Addison -- snap suplex! Addison immediately to the top rope and he leaps -- diving knee drop over Marvel's chest! Addison immediately stands, running off the ropes and leaping for a senton across Marvel's chest, Marvel stumbles up -- shoulder block from Addison and Marvel hits the mat hard, Marvel stumbles up again and Addison grabs him -- DDT! COVER... ONE... TWO... THRE-- NO! MARVEL GETS A SHOULDER UP! SC: So much action here folks as Addison gives Marvel everything he's got! SJ: A sparkly sex toy and a box-set of Twilight? Addison shouts at the referee in anger as Marvel slumps in the corner, trying to re-compose himself. Addison shakes his head, running at Marvel for a cornered clothesline before he scoops Marvel up onto his shoulders, shouting “Final Notice!”. The crowd cheer as Addison turns, but Marvel grabs the top rope, trying to stop the move. Addison pulls on Marvel but it's no use, so instead he throws Marvel forward, splashing his chest over the top rope and Addison runs off the opposite ropes, storming at Marvel and throwing a big knee at his head. Addison stands over Marvel, shouting at him before he climbs from the ring and throws up the apron, pulling out two chairs. The crowd cheer at the sight of the weapons as Addison slides into the ring with them. He drops one in the corner and stands by Marvel's feet, raising one chair, but Marvel kicks up at Addison! Marvel then gets to his feet and he runs off the ropes behind Addison, right into a bulldog landing Addison on the chair! The crowd boo as Marvel lifts up for the MarvelBuster -- but Addison drops out behind -- Final Notice! -- NO! Marvel slips off the shoulders and he pushes Addison face-first into the exposed turnbuckle from earlier! The crowd boo as Addison hits the mat hard, and Marvel drags him into the ring, immediately tying up the legs as he leans back -- Marvel Lock! The crowd are on their feet as Addison shouts out in pain and Marvel wrenches at his head, trying for the submission finish... Addison raises his arm, knowing the ropes are useless in this sort of match... SJ: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! SC: Lovely unbiased calling there... Addison's arm is inches from the mat as Marvel wrenches back once more, and Addison has trouble keeping himself from pounding the mat as hard as he can. Slowly Addison clenches his fist and he raises his arm again, clubbing Marvel's head! The crowd cheer as Addison shows a huge amount of resiliency, clubbing away at Marvel's head over and over and over until the champion's forced to break the hold and slump to the side. Addison immediately grabs at his back, holding it in agony as he rolls to the corner for some support. Marvel gets to his feet, holding his head before he runs at Addison, throwing a boot -- which Addison's able to just roll out of the way of and Marvel connects with the ring post. He clutches his foot in pain as Addison shakily gets to his feet, still weak from the Marvel Lock before he turns to Marvel and with second wind hauls Marvel off the ground onto his shoulders. He spins and goes for the Final Notice, but Marvel lashes out at the referee as Addison drives him into the mat, straight into the cover... … … CROWD: ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE.... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... Addison stares at the referee with anger, willing him to come round as Marvel's completely out of it. Finally Addison gives up on the pin heading over to the referee to try and bring him too, shaking him and giving him a few rousing slaps over the back of the head. The referee slowly begins to come round as Addison turns, lifting Marvel up like a dead weight, looking for another Final Notice when Marvel kicks Addison straight in the groin! The crowd boo loudly as Addison clutches his groin in pain and Marvel hauls Addison up -- MarvelBuster! The crowd boo again as Marvel covers and the groggy referee crawls over to count... … one... … two... … thre--BOOT ON THE ROPES! A MASSIVE pop from the crowd as Marvel nearly blows up, punching hard at Addison's face. He pushes himself up and walks to where the two chairs Addison brought in earlier are, picking each one up. Marvel opens the chairs out as if going to sit on them before he places both near the corner, touching the seats together for a makeshift steel table. Marvel turns to Addison with a grin as he drags Addison to the turnbuckles, hauling him to the top rope and pointing down at the table. Marvel climbs up with him to the second rope, smirking as he throws a shot at Addison. SC: Those chairs are below both wrestlers, and I daresay this is going to end with one or even both men going through the metal! SJ: SOMEONE'S GONNA GET IT! And with Chester in there, it'll probably be Marvel getting it up the ass. SC: … Marvel grins again as he throws another shot at Addison's head, and the challenger slumps back. Marvel sense his moment as he hooks Addison's head, draping Addison's arm over his own neck. He attempts to lift Addison but as he does Addison throws his other hand at Marvel's gut, blocking the move. Marvel doubles over on the second rope as Addison attempts to grip at Marvel and haul him onto his shoulders. He pulls Marvel up as the crowd pop massively, but Marvel throws an elbow at Addison's head before any damage can be done, and the champion breathes a big sigh of relief as he stares at the looming metal. He falls back to the second rope as he throws a punch at Addison, whose head snaps back, but Addison throws a shot back at Marvel! Marvel leans back, waving his arms before he pulls back with a headbutt to Addison. But Addison simply laughs it off as he turns back to Marvel with massive forearm over the jaw! Marvel's rocked as Addison scoops him onto his shoulders, leaping off the top -- FINAL NOTICE OFF THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TWO CHAIRS! ADDISON LANDS ON MARVEL... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Chester Addison Addison looks up to the sky and holds the belt showing it off. As he turns around he sees that hooded man who saved Dragon there. SC: IT'S THE HOODED MAN! SJ: HE KNOWS WHAT CHESTER DID LAST SUMMER!!!! SC: Will you calm down! The hooded man, extends a hand and after sometime Chester reluctantly shakes it. The hooded figure then walks off as Chester is left standing there slightly bewildered. SC: Now this is getting weird...first he saves Dragon Demonico and now he is congratulating Chester Addison...who is this guy? SJ: Maybe he is liked a masked super hero who is pro American...oh wait we got one of them... SC: ... (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (AARON ROBERTS IS STANDING THERE ADMIRING HISMELF IN THE MIRROR WHEN SCORPIO WALKS IN. THERE IS A PRETTY DECENT REACTION TO SCORPIO IN THE ARENA.) S: Hey Aaron I wanted to talk to you...wait...sorry...what have you done with your hair. AR: The Cobra had it dyed... S: It apperars slightly...well...ummm...ginger. AR: The Cobra is not ginger...in fact the method used to add subtle tips of red to The Cobra's mane of beauty was called 'Snake Skin Silk' a New Cobra product produced in Lithuania... S: Really... AR: Nobody claims to have had something made in Lithuania if they haven't its the new in thing, you can see Romania stuff a mile away...those Romanians with their funny heads. (SCORPIO SHAKES HIS HEAD.) S: Anyway buddy, I just wanted to say you go out there tonight and make DS proud. AR: The Cobra always makes DS proud...in fact the only person who is not making DS proud is you. S: Huh? AR: The Cobra's friend Shane Anderson says as much. S: He isn't your friend. AR: So what is a friend... S: A friend is a person who wouldn't let you go to the ring looking like a cross between yourself and carrot top! AR: HOW DARE YOU! S: Look...I just want to... AR: You do know everytime you left the room...THE COBRA changed Vidal's settings to low don't you...because NOBODY NEEDS THAT MUCH VOLUME IN THEIR HAIR! (AARON STORMS OFF AS SCORPIO DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE TO EVEN RESPOND.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Tensions everywhere tonight Snoop. SJ: Especially my underpants...they are so tight...good job I have a small dick. SC: .... SJ: Ummm....can we edit that. SC: We are live... SJ: Ummm...let's go to Jaycee? Grudge Match - Return of the Crazyman Hannibal Cage vs "Crazyman" Joel Bryant (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall... *'JUDITH' - PERFECT CIRCLE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. THE TRON SHOWS AN IMAGE OF A PRISON CELL CAGE DOOR RATTLING VIOLENTLY BEFORE BEING ENGULFED IN FLAMES AND THE NAME 'HANNIBAL CAGE' RISING UP FROM THE ASHES OF IT. CAGE WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH A COMPLETE LOOK OF DISTAIN FOR ANYONE THERE. HE WALKS TO THE RING WITH THE SAME MOOD RIDDEN STATE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing in at 235 pounds...Hannibal Cage!!! SC: Hannibal Cage has absolutely no morals Snoop and regardless of whether Joel has channeled this inner Crazyman...he needs to be aware that Cage will do anything and I mean anything to win this match. SJ: That's his competitive instinct Scoop...the only instinct Joel Bryant has is to sleep in his own shit he is that crazy. SC: Will you stop! JH: And his opponent... *'THE SHAPE OF PUNK TO COME' - REFUSED PLAYES* (MASSIVE NOSTALGIA POP. BRYANT WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND RECREATES SOME FAMED CRAZYMAN ENTRANCE MOVES. THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET CHEERING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Akron, Ohio...weighing 240 pounds... Crazyman!!! SC: LISTEN TO THIS PLACE! AND MY GOD! HAS HANNIBAL CAGE BITTEN OFF MORE THAN HE CAN CHEW! LOOK INTO THE EYES OF THAT MAN CRAZYMAN!!!! SJ: This is going to be bloody...really bloody. Cage circles Crazyman slowly, not attempting to get very close while Crazyman watches him with hate-filled eyes. Crazyman feints a lunge that Cage leaps back from, holding on for dear life to the ropes and corner behind him as he braces for an attack. When none is forthcoming he looks back at Crazyman who gives a wolfish grin. Cage and Crazyman circle each other before Crazyman locks Cage into waistlock. Cage grabs the ropes for dear life again, but Crazyman simply pulls Cage off the ropes with a quick tug and slams him down face first into the mat. Without pause Crazyman lifts Cage back up to his feet and slams him back down with another reverse belly-to-belly suplex. Crazyman lifts him up a third time, and this time Cage attempts to move his arms about in a flailing manner, hoping to grab something to stop him to no avail as Crazyman drops Cage a third time. Crazyman rolls Cage over and starts pounding violently at the area round his face, not even caring about landing any blows. The referee attempts to restrain Crazyman, giving Cage enough time to slip out from underneath Crazyman and to the outside of the ring. SC: In the early going, Cage is completely rattled by the constant onslaught of Crazyman. SJ: He’s also rattled by how much cheating the ref is letting Crazyman get away with. Cage is supposed to get some leniency as the True Expert. SC: Well unfortunately – SJ: Lalala, I can’t hear you! Lalala, Cage is still the True Expert! Cage takes a few moments to catch his breath on the outside while the referee begins his count, Crazyman simply eyeing Cage and beckoning him into the ring. Cage slowly makes his way to the apron, climbing through the ropes. Crazyman lunges at him, but Cage backs away while holding the ropes as he complains to the referee. The ref holds Crazyman back while trying to keep him in check, when Cage slips through and gets a quick cheap shot at him with a right hand to the face. Going on the offensive, Cage whips Crazyman off the ropes, but Crazyman ducks a clothesline attempt and returns on the rebound with a hard spear-like tackle as he starts punching once again at Cage. The referee once again pulls Crazyman off of Cage, Crazyman fighting off the referee’s hold. With Crazyman turned around briefly, Cage attacks by dropping him with a clothesline to the head. Quickly Cage stomps away at Crazyman, doing everything he can to keep him grounded. When Crazyman rolls onto his back, Cage drops down to choke away the life from him, the referee giving him a five count warning. When Cage breaks the hold, he immediately goes for the cover. 1… 2… kick out! Cage brings Crazyman up then lifts him into a scoop slam, driving to the mat with authority. He lines up and drops an elbow to the sternum of Crazyman, moving into a cover. 1… 2… kick out! Angry, Cage goes for another cover, this time shoving his forearm into the face of Crazyman. 1… 2… kick out! Again Cage tries for a cover. 1… 2… kick out! Cage gets into a mo9unt and delivers hard, measured shots to the face of Crazyman. He breaks the mount at the referee’s count, then lifts Crazyman up into the air with a high angle belly-to-back suplex. He quickly slides into the cover. 1… 2… kick out! Cage is furious as he argues with the referee. Slowly Crazyman rolls onto all fours, but Cage wastes no time as he delivers a running kick into the ribs of Crazyman, sending him to the outside. Cage lifts Crazyman up and grabs him by the shoulders as he drives him headfirst into the security barrier, nearly shoving it back a foot. Cage lifts Crazyman into the air and drops him down on the padding with a brainbuster on the outside with the fans showing their anger. Cage slides into the ring and back out of it as the referee restarts his 10 count. SC: Cage picked his spot and has run with it. SJ: What else would you expect? He’s not the crazy one in this match. SC: Yes, but he’s the one who drove Joel into being the Crazyman again! SJ: All part of his plan to throw off Crazyman. SC: Well Cage better hope Crazyman doesn’t get any life back, because Cage was seriously rattled by the flurry of offense. Cage measures Crazyman as he props him against the ring steps, then attempts a running kick to the face. Crazyman ducks at the last second as Cage winces while holding his leg. Capitalizing, Crazyman trips up Cage and begins stomping away at the injured leg of Cage. Bringing Cage with him back into the ring, Crazyman delivers a hard elbow to the knee of Cage as he holds on with a submission attempt. Cage grabs anywhere he can, including the referee. When the referee breaks from Cage’s grasp, Cage grabs the ropes as the referee gives Crazyman his warning. Crazyman attempts to drag Cage away from the ropes, but Cage is refusing to let go. Crazyman then lifts Cage up off the mat and yanks him up and away from the ropes before dropping him down hard to the mat. He makes the cover. 1… 2… shoulder up! Crazyman lifts Cage up and whips him hard into the corner. Crazyman delivers hard blows to the body and face as the referee gives a warning to Crazyman, standing between him and Cage. While Crazyman argues with the referee, Cage pounces with a cheap shot to Crazyman, sandwiching the referee between the two of them as he falls down in a crumpled heap. Cage doubls Crazyman over with a kick to the mid-section before following up with a swinging neckbreaker. Seeing the referee down, Cage gets a malicious grin on his face as he slides outside the ring. Looking on the floor, Cage spots a length of cord that he pulls into the ring, wrapping it tightly between his hands as he measures Crazyman. As Crazyman gets to all fours, Cage climbs on him and strangles him with the rope, Crazyman’s eyes bugging out as he tries to find a purchase in the rope choking the life out of him. Crazyman slowly starts dropping lower and lower until finally falling face-down into the mat. Cage shows his satisfaction as he shakes the referee awake. Cage shoves the cord out of the ring as he nonchalantly makes the cover. 1… 2… 3-no, shoulder up! Cage can’t believe it as the crowd erupts with cheers. Cage makes another cover. 1… 2… 3-no, shoulder up! Cage is incensed as he starts arguing with the referee about the count. When Crazyman slowly gets to his feet, Cage delivers a running knee lift to the face, getting a quick cover. 1… 2… thr – kick out! Slapping the mat in frustration, Cage sets Crazyman up into a DDT. However, Crazyman manages to block the attempt and counter into a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging with a cover. 1… 2… kick out! Crazyman grabs at the leg of Cage, setting him up for the Cuyahoga River Fire, but Cage manages to counter by grabbing the legs and setting Bryant up for his own submission! The fans boo as Cage wraps up the legs, but Crazyman counters by kicking Cage into the ropes, then ducks under Cage’s rebound as he lifts Cage up into the air before dropping him knee first onto his own leg, then pokes Cage into the eye as he drops him with a quick DDT, reminiscent of the Fork You! The crowd gives an enormous pop as Crazyman makes the cover. 1… 2… kick out! SC: What tremendous effort on the part of Crazyman to come back after the sick, vicious rule breaking by Cage. SJ: Has this match stopped? SC: No. SJ: Then he wasn’t breaking any rules. Crazyman tries pulling Cage into the center of the ring by his leg, but once again Cage holds fast to the ropes by him. As Crazyman attempts to yank him again, Cage kicks Crazyman  into the referee behind him, knocking him down and out of the ring. Unfazed, Crazyman charges at Cage, who pulls open the ropes attempting to trip Crazyman out. However Crazyman stops suddenly and instead delivers a front dropkick to the face of Cage, knocking him out of the ring. Crazyman follows to the outside, throwing Cage into the ring steps knee first as he flips over them, wincing while grabbing at his knee. Crazyman looks around to the crowd before looking over at the fallen referee. He reaches underneath the ring for a few moments before pulling out a table and a small duffel bag. After setting the table up near the entrance ramp, Crazyman pulls out lighter fluid and matches from his duffel bag, causing the audience to gasp in anticipation. After using the entire canister on the table, Crazyman strikes a match and shows it off to the arena with dramatic fashion as he tosses it to the table, lighting it ablaze quickly. Looking down at Cage, Crazyman gets a gleam in his eyes as he puts Cage into a powerbomb setup. However, Cage manages to block the attempt and push Crazyman into the table. Screaming, Crazyman charges at Cage and lands a lariat hard into the chest with his arm on fire, catching part of the ring apron as well. Cage rolls around on the ground clutching tightly at his chest while technicians all come at once with fire extinguishers for the two competitors and ring apron. SC: Good God almighty, Crazyman used his own flaming arm as a weapon against Cage! SJ: Ring the bell! Ring the bell! Where’s the referee to call the disqualification? SC: Cage knocked him out kicking out Crazyman. SJ: But… but… get him up! We can show replay on the Action Tron, right? Cage and Crazyman slowly get themselves into the ring, the referee still on the outside as he tries to get his bearings. Cage and Crazyman start to exchange right hands with Crazyman getting the better of Cage. Crazyman attempts to whip Cage off the ropes, but Cage reverses it. When Crazyman ducks the clothesline, he grabs Cage by the head and slams him backwards into the mat. He looks towards the corner as he starts to pull off a turnbuckle pad while the fans cheer him on. Crazyman lifts up Cage, who delivers a low blow to stall for time. Cage attempts to send Crazyman into the exposed turnbuckle headfirst, but Crazyman blocks two times before stomping on Cage’s foot and launching him into the turnbuckle. The referee manages to himself into the ring as Crazyman grabs at the leg of Cage. Cage tries to swing himself around wildly in order to grab a hold of anything, but Crazyman drags him into the center of the ring before locking in the Cuyahoga River Fire! Cage moves everywhere he can before he finally taps to the delight of the crowd. SC: And Crazyman FINALLY gets a measure of revenge against Cage! SJ: A travesty pure and simple, Scoop! Now how will I get Cage to autograph my picture of his victory!? As Crazyman looks intensely towards the crowd, Cage grabs a hold of the camera cord from earlier and uses it to drop Crazyman face-first into the mat. He then quickly wastes no time using another length to strange Crazyman as he starts turning blue in the face while frothing at the mouth. Finally Cage is pulled off while Crazyman lies unconscious as the crowd rains down the boos to the delight of Cage. SC: What poor sportsmanship from Cage – he lost and STILL he continues to attack Crazyman! SJ: What do you mean, ‘poor sportsmanship?’ He said this could only end with Cage walking out in the end, so he just delivered his promise is all. Winner, via submission: Joel 'Crazyman' Bryant (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO EXILE SAT THERE.) MM: Exile tonight the biggest chance in your career looms...the chance to become the number one contender for the World title. E: I know... MM: Any comments. E: Yeah...this one is for Roadblock! MM: Folks you heard it here first, Exile dedicating his match tonight to Roadblock, back to you at ringside. (RINGSIDE.) SJ: It's like make a wish for middle aged retards... SC: WILL YOU STOP! Anything Goes Match Sandy Makel/Kent Clark w/Selina Makel vs Jonnah Street/JC McDonald (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is an anything goes match... *'SONIC BOOM' PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. SONIC BOOM BEGINS TO PLAY AS KENT CLARK SPRINTS OUT THE BACK, AND SPRINTS TOWARDS THE RING FASTER THAN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California...weighing in at 215 pounds...'The Eight Bit Bid' Kent Clark!!! SC: Clark in his final match and you can see the intensity on his face Snoop. SJ: I think thats just strain from losing Mario Kart... JH: And his partner... *’HYSTERIA’ – MUSE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. SELINA COMES OUT FIRST, POSING FOR THE CROWD AS THE TAT LIGHTS UP WITH THE SCROLLING WORDS "LET IT RIDE". BEHIND HER, SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP. AFTER THAT, THE TWO WALK DOWN TO THE RING, AND SANDY SLIPS THE DIE DOWN SELINA'S CLEAVAGE BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…Sandy ‘The Dice’ Makel!!! SC: Selina Makel is here! Statement from Sandy's lady...oh my this is going to be personal! Makel has been on a roll in and out of the T.F.W.F. recently and T.C.K. are going to have to be understanding that tonight they take on two guys with nothing to lose. SJ: And they have nothing to lose because they never were anybody...TCK are going to destroy them. JH: And their opponents... *'DOWN' - STONE TEMPLE PILOTS PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. JONNAH STREET AND JC MCDONALD WALK ONTO THE STAGE AS THE T.C.K. TRON PLAYS BEHIND THEM.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 566 pounds...Jonnah Street...'The Mould' JC McDonald...representing TCK...The Foundation!!! SC: Collectively McDonald and Street known as The Foundation...the foundation of TCK so to speak, the youth which Fallen Angel has built this mega stable on and tonight they are set to try and end two careers...the list has grown, it has swelled under TCK...some of the biggest names in this industry are no longer with the T.F.W.F. and these two men...are a big cause of that. SJ: Time to pack away the Atari and gambling chips...cause these two boys are bringing home the bacon! The bell rings and this one is underway, Sandy Makel and Jonnah Street start us off and straight away they’re going into each other with lefts and rights in a frantic exchange, they keep going until Street ducks one of Sandy’s punches and then gives him a hook right in the small of his back. Makel falls forward and Street follows up with a kick to the bag of the leg, he follows up with some boots and Makel rolls out of the ring, he shakes off his leg and turns around to be met with a Jonnah Street punch, he reels back but then explodes out with a Clothesline on Jonnah much to the appreciation of the crowd. Sandy tries to rile them up but he as he does so JC McDonald from nowhere gives him a club to the back of the head. The crowd boo and McDonald tells them where to go, JC gets up in the face of one of the ringside fans, whose focus shifts from JC and to the ring. McDonald realises and slowly turns only to be met by a Suicide Dive from Kent Clark! The crowd erupt as the TFWF’s perennial underdog introduces himself into the match. SC: And there’s Kent Clark in his last ever match here making his presence felt with the HUGE dive onto the outside!! SJ: Does this geek realise JC McDonald is the mack daddy? And that Kent Clark is nothing but a pip squeak? Who does he think he is? TCK ended him once already! As the four men try to get back to their feet the referee gives up on trying to keep this a tag team affair. All four are going at it with punches and kicks. Sandy Makel has Jonnah Street and chucks him into the Announce table of Scoop and Snoop, forcing it to move to a 45 degree angle, as Jonnah holds his back Sandy is under the ring and comes back with a Steel Chair. Jonnah is back to his knees but his face promptly gets reintroduced to the mat after Makel drives the chair onto his back. Sandy drops the chair and follows up with some more kicks, meanwhile JC McDonald has the upper hand on Kent Clark and his sheer power starts to take hold over the lightweight Clark. JC grabs Kent and proceeds to suplex him onto the mat. He stands tall and the fans give him what for, as he turns, he notices Selina Makel staring a hole right through him. JC saunters over to her as she rips into him. McDonald then grabs her and forces a kiss onto her, the crowd noise explodes as JC assaults Selina, eventually she gets free and she forcibly slaps him, so much so JC spins round only to be met by a huge spear from Sandy Makel that takes JC THROUGH the security barrier at ringside and into the laps of those who are in the front row tonight. SC: What a disgusting human being JC McDonald is, and now he has got his just desserts. SJ: Did you see that whore? Threw herself at JC like that. Doesn’t she realise that JC is way out of her league, and trashy sluts were soooo last season? SC: Sometimes I wonder if you even watch the same things I do. SJ: Two girls one.... Oh umm... Shut up. Back ringside and Sandy Makel is firing into JC, who is still down from the spear. Sandy picks JC up and Irish whips him back into the side of the ring. JC rebounds off. Sandy asks a fan to move from their seat to which they duly oblige. Sandy takes a step back before running towards the barrier, he steps off the fans chair, onto the top of the barrier and jumps off with a Cross body onto McDonald, who crashes to the mat. The crowd roar their approval. SC: Makel exploding here tonight!!! SJ: If only he would explode... SC: Will you be serious? With McDonald down, Sandy heads back towards Jonnah, he picks up the fallen Street who shoves him and heads backwards, and then turns to move towards the entrance way. Sandy gives chase up the ramp, followed by a groggy Kent Clark, JC is still suffering from the Makel assault just moments previously and is still down. As the TAT follows the action as the competitors get backstage we see Jonnah still running, eventually he stops and turns round and ducks a Makel clothesline, he turns and throws Sandy into some flight cases, knocking Makel down. Jonnah turns his attention to Kent Clark who is heading up the rear, Kent goes for a punch but Jonnah blocks and follows up with a knee to the gut. He grabs Kent by the head and leads him somewhere, a couple of knees to the gut again and wee Jonnah heading towards the area that houses some offices. He gives Clark a hip toss into a wall to which the crowd can be heard saying ‘Oooh’, he then picks Kent back up and throws him into one of the office THROUGH THE WINDOW!! Jonnah walks in through the door and grabs all sorts of office paraphernalia to throw at Clark, he then grabs a computer keyboard and hits Clark over the back of the head with it. Jonnah tells Clark to get up, Kent struggles and slowly gets back to his feet, Jonnah pushes him back into the desk and Jonnah takes a step back and runs, he raises his boot but Kent moves out of the way and Jonnah sees his foot go straight through a computer monitor!! Kent turns round and drives some clubbing blows into the back of Street who is struggling to break free, eventually Jonnah gets his foot out but Clark already gives him a Leg Lariat. Kent walks out of the office and goes to check on Sandy Makel. He gets to wear Makel was hurled into the flight cases but Sandy isn’t there. Kent looks around and there’s no sign of his tag team partner, he calls out to him but there is no response. Kent walks forward and has a look for Sandy but is rudely interrupted when JC McDonald clubs him from behind. SC: Kent Clark giving a great account of himself here in his last ever TFWF match Snoop, but JC McDonald sneaking up on him now and one must assume McDonald has taken care of Makel too. SJ: JC McDonald could win this match with his eyes closed. FYI nobody cares about Kent Clark, so stop whinging that he’s leaving after tonight. And secondly, where are the EMT’s for Jonnah Street? His foot might be in agony right now!!! JC picks up Clark and leads him down a corridor, he follows up with some hits and eventually throws him through a set of double doors which lead through to the parking lot. We see Sandy Makel lying in a heap over one of the cars and McDonald slams Kent’s head into the bonnet before pulling Sandy off the car. JC then leans into the drivers window and pops the boot, he goes round to the back of the car and opens it. He walks back round with a Crowbar, he heads straight for Makel and digs the end of the Crowbar into the head of Sandy. Very quickly Makel’s head starts to bleed, when JC is happy with the mess he’s creating he drops Sandy back down and turns his attention back to Kent Clark, he uses the Crowbar as a blunt instrument and slams it into Clark’s back, he does it again, and again, then he changes his angle and he looks to drive the Crow Bar through Kent, but Clark gives him a low blow for his troubles and JC drops the Crowbar and Kent buys himself some time. SJ: REFEREE!!! Disqualify that cheating snotty nosed geek!!!# SC: WHAT??? JC McDonald was just about to try and paralyse Kent Clark with that Crowbar and you want Kent DQ’d for protecting himself? SJ: Driving your foot into another man’s private property should never be allowed. SC: But intentionally causing paralysis can? SJ: If you’re TCK, you can do whatever you want. And besides Clark isn’t going to be wrestling again after tonight so who cares if he can’t use his legs? SC: You are a horrible individual. With JC still trying to catch his breath Kent takes the chance to check on Makel, who is very much in his own place right now, Kent takes a breath and realises he’s on his own for now. He looks around and jogs over to another car, and he pulls off one of the hub caps, he goes back over to JC and hits him over the head with the plastic object, he then hauls McDonald up and whips him into a van, Kent runs at JC and hits McDonald in the head with the Hub cap again but JC is still standing. Kent hits JC again and again and again, blood starts to pour from JC’s head but he is still standing, a little wobbly but he’s still on his feet. Kent takes a run up but JC catches him and drops him into a flapjack on the hood of a car!!!! Kent’s head rebounds off the car and he falls back, JC looks at Clark before falling back himself, the referee is just stood watching the entire thing as Jonnah Street limps into the parking lot. Jonnah asks the referee what happened and the ref tells Street what just went down. SC: This is long past being a Wrestling match ladies and gentlemen, this is just a straight up fight. And so far every man has given their all. If Kent Clark and Sandy Makel don’t even win, rest assured they can leave here with their heads held high. SJ: When they lose, we can finally say THANK GOD and GOODBYE. TCK! TCK! TCK! TCK! SC: ... Do you remember them threatening us a few weeks ago? SJ: Whatever sister. Jonnah has picked Makel up and takes him over to the car Clark was just flapjacked onto, Jonnah grabs Makel by the head and forces him head first through the driver’s side window. He then helps McDonald to his feet and tells him something. JC lets out a smile beneath his bloodied face and gets Jonnah to pick Kent Clark up, he then places Clark between JC’s legs and tells McDonald to do it. SC: No, don’t do what I think they’re going to do. SJ: DO IT!!!!!! McDonald makes a cut throat sign and hoists Clark up. SC: NO GOD DAMNIT! YOU MIGHT KILL THE MAN!!! SJ: DOOOOO IIIITTT!!!! JC lifts Clark high above his head, and ferociously drives him down onto the bonnet of the car with a vicious looking Perfecto. Clark’s body convulses on impact and the dent made in the car is plain for all to see. McDonald staggers back and just looks at the carnage he and Jonnah have just dished out. SC: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! KENT CLARK HAS JUST BEEN PERFECTO’D ONTO A CAR!!!!!! SJ: JC McDonald, a true national icon. Be proud America, BE PROUD!! With Makel halfway in the car and Kent Clark splattered all over it, the two TCK members tell the referee it’s over and the two men limp back towards the ring. SC: What are they doing? They’re just leaving? SJ: They’ve achieved their goals. Makel and Clark are OUT OF HERE! SC: Ladies and gentlemen, I really hope that the last image we ever see of Kent Clark is not him being powerbombed onto a car, the man deserves more than this. SJ: That nerd got what he deserved. He tried to play with the big boys and he got PWNED BITCH!!!!! SC: Umm... What? Back ringside and the crowd boo the house down as the two TCK members walk out into the arena, hobbling and bloodied they slowly make their way back to the ring, where they demand a microphone, and are promptly passed one by Jaycee Hall. JC: You all saw what just happened. We just killed the careers of your two pandering nobodies once and for all... JS: We did exactly what we said we’d do. Say take a good look at the men that you will learn to respect. Because those two NOBODIES got exactly what they had coming to them! JC: And now, the referee WILL declare JC McDonald and Jonnah Street as the winners of the match via CAREER KILL... The two TCK members walk over to the ref and grab him, they force him over to Jaycee Hall and get him to make the declaration. JH: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has declared that the winners, via Career kill, are JC McD... Suddenly Jaycee is interrupted by the sound of an engine as Sandy Makel drives the very car that he was thrown through the window into the arena, and Kent Clark is still sprawled out over the bonnet, the crowd erupt as they see the face of Makel, with that look in his eyes letting everybody know that he is really pissed of. SC: MY WORD! MAKEL IS NOT DEAD! This match is not over!! SJ: Why can’t TCK just end him?? The two TCK members are shocked in the ring, their mouths open and they don’t know what to do, suddenly Jaycee Hall comes back with an announcement. JH: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that due to Sandy Makel and Kent Clark being back in the arena... This match WILL continue!! The crowd pop like mad once more as Makel nods his head and steps out of the car, blood pouring down his face, he helps Kent Clark onto his feet and the two men limp towards the ring for round two. SC: This is amazing folks, we all thought this was the end, but here they are, and boy oh boy do they look ready for a fight. SJ: Stupid nerd and his stupid power ups. As Clark and Makel come through the curtain to the stage JC and Jonnah storm down the ramp, immediately grasping at the two -- but both are able to dodge the TCK members and they turn, dropkicking them both into the set! The crowd go crazy as Clark raises an arm and takes a few paces behind Makel, before he turns and runs right into a back body drop from Makel that sends Clark into JC McDonald for a seated senton! Clark springs to his feet but the move's taken it out of Makel's back as he falls to one knee, clutching it in pain and crawling to the edge of the stage. A concerned Clark heads to Makel, trying to help him but he doesn't notice JC and Jonnah stalking out behind him. JC immediately grabs Clark, shoving him aside as Jonnah kicks down at Makel's back, throwing shot after shot after shot at him, rolling Makel back down the ramp with a cruel smirk. The two turn back as Clark comes running at them for a dropkicking to both that sends them stumbling back towards the set! Clark then runs, going for a running crossbody to both -- but it's countered -- POWERSLAM ON THE STAGE!!! COVER... ONE... TWO... THRE--NO!WHAT?!KICKOUT! SJ: STAY DOWN YOU IDIOT! SC: The heart of Kent Clark! How on God's Earth did he kick out of that?! Jonnah and JC look shocked beyond belief before they stomp down on Clark's head and chest, covering again... one... two... thre--NO!!! ANOTHER KICKOUT!!! The arena is going MENTAL for Clark as JC and Jonnah look to one another, shaking their heads. The two then haul Kent up and each pull him into a shoulder tackle before Jonnah lifts him for the Streets Apart, running to bring the move down onto JC's knee! Cover... one... two... three!NO! SHOULDER UP FROM CLARK AGAIN! THE ARENA'S GOING MENTAL AS CLARK STAGGERS TO HIS FEET, PUMPING HIS FIST AND WIPING BLOOD OVER HIS OWN FACE! HE SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS AND THE ARENA'S ALL ON HIS SIDE AS CLARK RUNS -- DRAGON PUNCH TO JONNAH STREET! HE GOES FOR THE COVER, BUT JC KICKS HIM IN THE GUT AND HAULS HIM UP FOR THE PERFECTO. HE TURNS AND RUNS, HEADING RIGHT FOR THE STAGE AND THE MINI-TRONS DISPLAYING INFORMATION BEFORE HE THROWS KENT -- PERFECTO THROUGH THE MINI-TRON! EXPLOSIONS AND SPARKS AS EVEN JC LOOKS SHOCKED AT THE CARNAGE WITH KENT SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SMOKE! SC: HOLY SHIT! CLARK JUST WENT THROUGH THE SET! HE COULD BE DEAD SNOOP! SJ: Let's see the little rat cheat his way out of that one... As the smoke and explosions clear JC reaches in, taking one of Kent's feet as he drags a limp and out-cold body from the wreckage of the set. He falls down, pressing down on Clark as Street rolls over into the cover too... one... two... three. Merely a formality as immediately fire crews spray the site in foam and EMTs tend to Kent who's covered in blood and completely unconscious. Winners, via pinfall: Jonnah Street and JC McDonald SC: Ladies and gentlemen, I fear we may have just witnessed the next to be added to TCK's list of career kills. SJ: Ha! No more bosses for you nerd-boy! SC: Did you have to do that? The guy could have died in there. The crowd boo massively as “Down” blasts over the speakers and JC and Jonnah have their hands raised. They stand with a boot each on Kent Clark as the crews try to tend to him, however the TCK members are refusing them, pushing them back and shouting at them. All of a sudden to a MASSIVE pop Sandy Makel comes storming at them with a chair and the TCK pair run for the back, allowing Makel to drop his chair and get down to ground level and talk to Clark. The camera shows Clark is flickering in and out of consciousness as Makel holds his head with his eyes closed, disgusted by what's just happened. Makel slowly gets to his feet as the music cuts, and he calls for a microphone. SM: Ladies and gentlemen, as any good gambler knows... lady luck plays a big part in our lives. She can be cruel or she can be kind... tonight she was non-existent. What you've just seen... is an abomination. TCK have run riot again and have been allowed to destroy a young wrestler who was just finding his feet. This... this HAS to stop. Kent, you were amazing tonight, I hope the prognosis is ok... but... sadly man... I think it's goodbye.. He looks down as Kent's stretcher is being lifted up, and the crowd cheer and chant “Thank you Kent!” loudly. Slowly and shaking Kent's hand forces it's way up with a clenched fist in the air, a symbol from his time in Civil Unrest and the crowd go nuts for one last act of defiance as Clark's taken backstage. Makel watches him go, shaking his head before his back spasms and he holds it in pain, falling to the floor slightly before he stands again. SM: This has to stop... but I'm not the man to do it. I've given all I can to this sport, this federation and to you people... my back is destroyed, held together by a mix of ice-packs and drugs. This... was my last match. I gave it my all, I gritted my teeth and I bared the pain, but I can't do this any longer. TFWF... it's been a pleasure... let it ride. He drops the microphone as “Hysteria” hits the speakers and the crowd go wild with a “Thank you Makel!” chant too. Makel stands on the stage, looking out at the packed arena as they chant his name over and over and he raises both arms. Selina comes out from the back to be with him as the two embrace on the stage amid the cheers. SC: Two careers finished tonight from just this match Snoop, Kent Clark undoubtedly out of action after that horrific Perfecto through the set and now former World Heavyweight Champion and the original Golden Ticket Holder, Sandy Makel, announcing his retirement due to injury. SJ: TCK rules supreme again Scoop, and I lo-- [“COME WITH ME ” - P. DIDDY HITS] Massive crowd heat as Makel turns with a snarl to the entranceway and Jack Benevolence steps out with Russell White by his side. Makel backs up as Benevolence stares him down, before Makel throws a warning shot at Benevolence! The fresher wrestler simply holds his cheek before he fires back with a kick to Makel's gut and he scoops him, straight into the Jack's Hammer on the stage! Makel's out cold as Benevolence stares him down, Russell White cheering him on from the side. Benevolence backs up among HUGE heat as Selina screams at them to leave and kneels down by Makel, a look of concern on her face. SC: What the hell?! Folks we saw Benevolence earlier in the night, and now he's just come out to spoil Makel's last moment here in the TFWF with that attack! How dare he! SJ: I like this guy already. He was making a damn statement as the last person to ever lay waste to Sandy Makel and his pathetic excuse for a career. [FLASHBACK: THE CAREER OF KENT CLARK...THANK YOU KENT...A TRUE UNDERDOG STORY.] SC: Unbelievable moments from Jack Benevolence folks...and I just don't know what to say... SJ: How bout...SANDY YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! SC: ... T.F.W.F. European Championship Match Joey Lupino (c) vs Michael Thunder (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... *'BULLET IN THE HEAD' - RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP AND WOMEN WOLF WHISTLING. JOEY LUPINO WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AS HIS TRON VIDEO BULLET SPRAYS HIS NAME ABOVE HIM. HE WALKS TO THE RING AS VARIOUS MAFIA IMAGES AND HIM WRESTLING ARE SHOWN ON HIS TRON VIDEO.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from, New York, New York...weighing 235 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Joey Lupino!!! SC: There has been some sort of focus on this being for the title Snoop, but in all honesty, I think the world is just wondering what the hell is Thunder's problem with Lupino. SJ: I wasn't wondering that at all... JH: And his opponent... *'THUNDERSTRUCK' - AC/DC PLAYS* (CROWD POP. THE CROWD CHANT 'THUNDER' AS THE WORD IS SHOUTED IN THE SONG, AND MICHAEL THUNDER STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE. HE SURVEYS THE CROWD, NODDING HIS HEAD IN APPRECIATION BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING WITH A STRUT AND SHOWMANSHIP LEARNT FROM HIS TWENTY YEARS IN THE SPORT.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Detroit, Michigan...weighing 235 pounds...Michael Thunder!!! SC: The veteran challenger who realized a dream when he came to the T.F.W.F. earlier this year and maybe tonight we can get the answers that are on MOST the lips of people here. SJ: Yeah cause they are morons... As the referee raises the title belt up the two walk to the middle of the ring, butting heads and shouting back and forth as the crowd are hot on them chanting “Let's go Thunder!/Let's go Joey!” back and forth. Immediately the tensions spill over as Thunder throws a huge shot on Lupino and Lupino follows up with a forearm, and the brawl breaks out! The crowd are loving it as both men throw punches back and forth, the referee unsure of whether to get involved as he tries to separate the two only to be knocked back. The pair brawl towards the ropes and through them, spilling to the outside as they crash into the barrier, stairs and apron, neither wanting to let the other go. Lupino lands a punishing knee to send Thunder against the announce table but as he runs Thunder is able to dodge the attempted move and send Lupino over into the Spanish announce team! Lupino's straight on his feet again as he charges, spearing Thunder up against the barrier and he rains shots down on the legend before a team of referees storm from the back and finally manage to separate the pair. SC: High-velocity start to this one Snoop! SN: LUPINO STOLE THUNDER'S PRUNE JUICE! SC: … ok I officially give up. SN: THUNDER STOLE LUPINO'S “DUMMIES GUIDE TO THE GODFATHER!” With the two back in the ring and separated into their corners the bell finally rings and this one gets under way just as the brawl did, with both going straight at each other as hard as they can. The bad blood is apparent as Lupino gets the advantage with a hard kick to Thunder's gut, running him at the ring post and straight into a big back suplex where he covers... one... t-- kickout from the legend as Lupino hauls him straight up, slamming an elbow into his face and shouting “What the hell's wrong with you?!” before Thunder turns away, and fires back with an elbow of his own! As Lupino's dazed Thunder hooks him into a dragon sleeper, wrenching back on the head before he drops it into a backbreaker and wraps in the leg scissors for the hold. Lupino manages to fight his way out of it as Thunder then runs at him when they're standing, and Lupino counters with an arm drag! Lupino then storms at Thunder, who hits his own arm drag as Lupino stares at him with anger. Lupino then runs, punching Thunder in the gut before he clubs his back and lifts him up for the gutbuster, hauling Thunder back up onto one shoulder and he runs, throwing Thunder forward and giving him a modified one-armed powerbomb into the corner! Thunder stumbles out as Lupino runs off the ropes with a massive clothesline to take him down... one... two... t-- kickout from Thunder! Lupino grabs at Thunder's head, pulling him up and smacking a shot on his face -- but Thunder kicks out at Lupino's knee and runs, landing a corkscrew neckbreaker before he sits Lupino up and runs off the ropes, spinning into a european uppercut before he forces Lupino to the mat and covers... one... two... t-- kickout from Lupino. SC: Very back and forth so far in this one, and we've been promised these guys won't leave the ring until we know what the history between Thunder and Lupino is! Dare I say... any ideas Snoop? SN: They once had a rivalry in the past... SC: Oh, well that was, normal. SN: … over which of them had the saggiest man-boobs. Thunder pulls Lupino up, immediately hooking him into a sleeperhold with the hammerlock, looking for his signature backbreaker but as he drops Lupino manages to reach out to the ropes and stay standing! Thunder's on his knees as Lupino throws down a boot hard on his back, before he drives the knees into Thunder's gut and he pulls him, running him off the ropes before landing a back body drop. The crowd chant for Lupino who then hauls Thunder to his feet and kicks his gut, running off the ropes and delivering a fame asser before he locks in a grounded headlock, rolling Thunder over for some collegiate wrestling holds. He then pulls the legend up and goes to irish whip him, but Thunder reverses into an irish whip of his own sending Lupino crashing into the corner. Thunder throws a punishing chop at Lupino who clutches his chest in pain, only to receive another chop followed by another and another! The crowd are eating it up before Lupino dodges one and Thunder crashes into the corner, and Lupino throws shot after shot after shot at the legend before he pulls Thunder up to the top rope and throws a shot at his face. He then climbs up and signals for an exploder suplex off the top, but Thunder elbows out of it and sends Lupino crashing to the mat! Thunder then to his feet at the top as he signals for it and leaps -- diving elbow drop connecting! He covers... one... two... thr-- Lupino reverses it into his own pinning combination... one... two... thr-- Thunder throws the shoulder up. Both men lay out on the mat, exhausted from the punishingly fast pace of the match. SN: Nap time. SC: Oh do be damn serious for once! These guys have been going at it with so much venom and now they've reached their walls! Slowly both begin to get to their feet, staggering up before they immediately lock up again in the middle of the ring and Lupino forces Thunder up against the ropes, running him off before he nails a shoulder block to send Thunder to the mat. Thunder storms up, shouting out in rage before he heads at Lupino and takes him down with his own shoulder block before he stands back and throws his arms out, shouting at Lupino that he's a “god damned fraud”. Lupino shouts for him to “come over here and say that” before Thunder slaps him hard over the face, only for Lupino to kick him in the gut and lift him up, dropping him with a shoulder breaker. Lupino then runs for the knee drop but Thunder avoids it and stands, grabbing Lupino's head and leaping up for a scissored DDT which he keeps hold of as they hit! The Thunder Tap-Out Special! Thunder wrenches back on Lupino's head and tightens the bodyscissors as Lupino groans in pain, clawing to get out of the hold. Finally he manages to get a boot on the ropes and Thunder breaks the count at four, smirking at having dished out more pain to Lupino, however as he turns Lupino leaps forward and blasts him with a chop block! Thunder hits the mat as Lupino's on him like a rash, throwing shots like they're going out of fashion before Thunder fights him off only to eat a massive right hand followed by a hammerlock right into kneeling facebuster -- cover... one... two... thre-- kickout from Thunder in the nick of time. SN: Thunder ate that knee! Well, provided he can still eat solids... SC: Eurgh. But folks Lupino's in the driving seat here, can he score the win? As Lupino hauls Thunder up he takes a nasty knee to the head before Thunder pulls him in -- fisherman's suplex! Cover... one... two... thre-- kickout from Lupino who throws the shoulder up with power. Thunder immediately stamps him back down again though, focusing on the left shoulder before he drops with an armbreaker, driving the left arm into the mat. Thunder then crouches over Lupino, lifting him into a variance on the camel clutch before he throws hard shots at his head, knocking him side to side followed by an elbow drop to the back. Lupino slowly staggers to his feet as Thunder then hooks him for the Fire In The Eyes, a devastating half-nelson suplex -- but Lupino drops down and lands a big boot to Thunder as he turns. Thunder to his feet now as Lupino grabs him -- exploder suplex straight into the cover... one... two... thre-- NO! Thunder kicks out as Lupino pounds the mat in frustration. He waits for Thunder to get to his feet before he runs, throwing for a clothesline -- Thunder ducks -- LUPINO HITS THE REF! Lupino stares in shock as the referee hits the mat and immediately Thunder bails from the ring as Lupino follows him. SN: CALL THE ZOOKEEPER, THE ZEBRA'S DOWN! SC: Shut. Up. Thunder heads to the timekeepers booth, looking slightly delirious as he shouts for a steel chair. Hearing the shout Lupino reaches over the ringside barrier and picks up his own, waiting for Thunder to turn as he takes hold of a weapon. Both men then face each other, seething with anger as they take turns in driving the chair into the floor, ring-post, barriers and tables, the crowd cheering each shot. Finally they run as Thunder swings the chair at Lupino and vice versa, and the two chairs crash into one another! Both men clutch their arms as Thunder grabs his chair quickly, swinging at Lupino who ducks and slams a right into Thunder, throwing him back into the ring. He stares down at the chairs and points at them, the crowd cheering loudly but the referee begins to get up and the crowd boo as Lupino can only climb back into the ring. He stalks Thunder as the legend slowly makes his way up, and Lupino throws a kick to the gut -- head in for The Hit! He hooks the arms -- but Thunder takes one of them and tries to roll through for the Thunderstruck! The crowd go berserk-- BUT LUPINO COUNTERS WITH A ROLL-UP... ONE... TWO... THREE!!! HE CATCHES THUNDER BY SURPRISE AND RETAINS! Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Joey Lupino The crowd cheer as “Bullet In The Head” hits the speakers. The referee raises Lupino's hand as he looks down at Thunder, the same ice cold and angry stare on his face from all the way through the match and the past few weeks. Slowly rolls from the ring, a look of pure rage on his face as Lupino finally breaks eye contact with him for a few seconds to celebrate. As Lupino raises the European Championship in the air the crowd cheers again, however over the music a voice can be heard. MT: CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!!! A slight boo from the fans as Lupino turns to face Thunder, who's slumped on the announce table staring up at Lupino like he is an obsession. Gradually Thunder manages to push himself up from the table, staggering around at ringside in exhaustion from the hard-fought match. MT: And STILL the biggest freakin' fraud to walk to the Earth... JOEY LUPINO! Well done Lupino, good job, you caught me by surprise with that roll-up. I would love to stand here and applaud you, really I would... but no matter your victory, no matter that you kept the title, you're still a good-for-nothing liar and a piece of god-damned SCUM. Thunder slides into the ring, dragging himself up on the ropes before he looks Lupino dead in the eye. Step by awkward step he makes his way across the ring, his breathing heavy as he points at Lupino. MT: You... you're a farce. YOU'RE PATHETIC. You understand me, boy? These people can cheer you all they like, it's their right to, but they have no idea. They have no idea what sort of lowlife punk you used to be... the same lowlife punk you really are and just keep bottled up in behind cheap leather jackets and a phony attitude about fighting the good fight. Look at you Lupino... Slowly Thunder begins to laugh as he looks Lupino up and down. MT: You're the best fucking joke I heard all year. Instantly Lupino lashes out, ripping the microphone from Thunder's hand as he gets right in the Icon's face. Thunder stands his ground, the smile fading into a stern stare as the two drive into one another like warring bulls. JL: ENOUGH! I am SICK TO DEATH of all this bullshit week after week. I'm 'fake', a 'farce', a 'joke' and a 'liar'. Fine. Great. But look Thunder, this has got to stop... it's gone on way too damn long, so either you get it into your head that whatever you've made up ain't rubbing any more or you finally reveal this big old secret that nobody but you knows ANYTHING about. He pulls away from Thunder, his eyes not moving a millimetre from his opponent's own eyes. JL: And I'm not leaving this ring until you make your decision... I'll sit here all night if I have to. Lupino casually tosses Thunder the microphone, slumping in the corner with a slight grin on his face as if he expects Thunder to admit he made it all up. Lupino re-adjusts the title over his shoulder as Thunder stands in the middle of the ring looking solemn and down at the mat. Finally he raises his head, no emotion or expression whatsoever on his face, and looks dead at Lupino. MT: Remember that fire you lit at a wrestlin' school back in Vegas, Joey? The grin on Lupino's face drops like a bomb and suddenly his formerly flushed cheeks go pale. Suddenly he steps forward out of the corner, shaking his head as if trying to get Thunder to stop. MT: You didn't just kill all my hopes and ambitions that night, you killed a damn kid. He was taking refuge in there from your crew, trying to hide from you lot so he wasn't used as a bargaining tool again... and he burned to death in there. All because of you Lupino... The arena is silent enough to hear a pin drop as Thunder throws the microphone right at Lupino, climbing out of the ring and walking down the ramp. No music plays and Thunder doesn't look back as Lupino stares after him not saying a word. The crowd don't know what to say or do as Thunder pushes his way through the curtain and Lupino places a hand on his head in shock. SC: I... wow... well judging by the look on Lupino's face there's not been any falsifying of that story... Thunder just told us all that Lupino burned down his wrestling school in Las Vegas, presumably while working for the Mafia. Lupino's made no secret of his past, but I don't think anyone realised it was that shady. Your thoughts, Snoop? SJ: Are we sure Thunder didn't just steal all that from an episode of Monk in his retirement home? SC: Snoop, now's not the time... SJ: … I was being serious. [FLASHBACK: THUNDER'S REVELATIONS ARE SHOWN AGAIN.] SC: I can't believe what we are seeing... SJ: Yeah why do we want to watch that old fart talk again...its like Christmas with my grandfather... SC: Well maybe a triple threat Intercontinental title match will make you feel better? SJ: Maybe...any naked chicks in it? SC: Let's go to Jaycee.. T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship Match - Triple Threat Jack Hondo (c) vs Aaron Roberts vs Shane Anderson (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... *DEATH BLOOMS' - MUDVAYNE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS OUT AND POSES ON THE RAMP WHILST THE TAT SHOWS OFF HIS SIGNATURE MOVES. ROBERTS ADMIRES HIMSELF ON THE SCREEN BEFORE HEADING FOR THE RING.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from Gloucester, England...weighing 246 pounds... Aaron 'The Cobra' Roberts!!! SC: Aaron of course has a very successful pedigree here in the T.F.W.F. and Hondo and Anderson need to be aware of that. Will he work with Anderson is a major question though Snoop. SJ: Of course...I mean both men don't want to see Jack Hondo...a glorified country hick as the Intercontinental Champion. JH: Introducing... *'AMERICAN IDIOT' - GREENDAY PLAYS* (MASSIVE HEEL HEAT. A CANADIAN FLAG ENGULFS THE TRON VIDEO BEFORE MELTING INTO A TCK LOGO. SOME OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF ANDERSON'S SUBMISSION BASED CAREER ARE SHOWN AS HE WALKS WITH AN INTENSE LOOK TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada...weighing 222 pounds...Shane 'The Bishop' Anderson!!! SC: The hitman of T.C.K. has had mixed results so far in the ring Snoop. SJ: HOW DARE YOU! JH: And their opponent... *'FRANKENSTEIN' - EDGAR WINTER GROUP PLAYS* (BIG ARENA SHAKING POP. THE TOTALLY ACTION TRON FLASHES ON WITH SEVERAL DIFFERENT ACTION SHOTS OF HONDO IN THE RING. HONDO RUNS OUT, FULL OF ENERGY. HE SLAPS THE HANDS OF THE RINGSIDE FANS AS HE MAKES HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Statesboro, Georgia...weighing in at 248 pounds...he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Jack Hondo!!! SC: The success of Jack Hondo is second to none...what a start to this guys career in the T.F.W.F., but tonight he has a major challenge. SJ: One he will NOT meet! As the bell rings the referee holds up the Intercontinental Championship, showing it to each competitor in turn. Anderson motions a title around his waist as Aaron shouts “InterCOBRAnental” at the crowd and Hondo simply stares at both challengers with a confident look in his eye. The three then begin to circle the ring slowly, flicking their views from one opponent to the other before Hondo places both of his hands in the air, signalling for a test of strength. The fans cheer Hondo's willingness to lock up with both men quick and early and Anderson and Roberts both link hands with the champion. They then lock fingers with each other and stand their ground, the two larger men in Hondo and Roberts going against one another with little resistance, and both managing to get the upper hand in strength on Anderson. Slowly though Roberts turns his gaze from Hondo to Anderson and smirks at him before he and Anderson both place a foot behind Hondo's legs and they lean all their weight just on him, slowly bending him down into a bridged position to loud boos. Roberts and Anderson break their lock and both raise their free arms, clenching their fists as they go to punch the now exposed Hondo -- but Hondo manages a kip-up for sorts, placing a boot on each man's chest as he monkey flips them both around! The crowd cheer as the two challengers stand and Hondo gets to his feet, throwing a forearm at Anderson then a forearm at Roberts that sends the Cobra back into the corner. He takes a few paces back and runs, dropkicking Roberts who stumbles out clutching his chest in pain and Anderson comes running at Hondo, but the champion ducks his attempted clothesline, dropkicking him into Roberts and sandwiching both in the corner! SC: Hondo's rolling at the start here taking it to both men! SJ: He was told if he wins tonight he can lick the office windows later. SC: … SJ: What?! If he didn't run around backstage dressed as Superman asking everyone if they're his friend then I wouldn't be saying that about him. As Roberts hits the mat Hondo stalks the stumbling Anderson, hooking his head straight into the swinging neckbreaker and he covers... one...t-- kickout from Anderson who rolls to the side holding his neck in pain. Hondo pushes himself to his feet as The Cobra is still leant against the corner holding his head in pain. Slowly he stumbles around and throws a punch at Hondo, which is ducked by the champion who slams a knee into Roberts' gut and he drags Roberts over, hooking him for a side russian legsweep which he lands onto Shane Anderson! He covers Roberts... one...t--kickout from The Cobra. Hondo gets to his feet with a smile on his face as he raises both arms to the fans and as Anderson gets up he's soon kicked back down again and Hondo hauls Roberts up for a big suplex, dropping him hard and getting a big 'ooooh' from the fans. He gets to his feet again, turning as Shane Anderson storms at him for a kick but Hondo immediately hauls him up too, slamming him with a spinebuster to a massive cheer! Hondo runs to the ropes and looks for some sort of baseball slide to Anderson's head, but the TCK member is able to slide out of the ring in time as Aaron uses the ropes to help himself up and Hondo hooks his arm for a wrist-lock and charges back with a clothesline! The crowd cheers as Hondo lifts Aaron up again, lifting him for a suplex but dropping him gut-first over the top rope! Aaron falls to the mat and Hondo runs off the ropes and leaps -- leg drop -- cover... one... tw-- kickout from The Cobra. Hondo immediately springs up, not phased by the kickout as he runs off the ropes again, looking like he's going for Aaron -- but mid sprint changes direction and drops to the mat and baseball slides under the bottom rope straight into Anderson at ringside to a huge cheer! SC: Hondo is on FIRE at the start of this one! SJ: As long as he gets an adult to supervise him at all times and uses safety matches then it's ok. The crowd begin a “Let's Go Hondo!” chant as he throws his arms into the air and kicks at Anderson, hauling him up and tossing him into the crowd barricade. He then spins Anderson around and throws him into the ring, sliding in after him and runs off the ropes as Anderson stands driving a big boot into the side of Anderson's head, going straight into the cover... one... tw-- shoulder up from Anderson as Hondo gets to his feet. From his resting area in the corner Aaron Roberts begins to stalk behind Hondo and as he turns The Cobra roars at him going for a clothesline -- Hondo with the kick to the gut! He hooks Roberts for the belly to belly suplex... but Roberts is able to throw a few side elbows at Hondo's head and the Intercontinental Champion is dazed! Aaron spots the opportunity and runs to the ropes behind them as he rebounds and Anderson begins to come to behind Hondo. The TCK member spots Roberts running and lunges -- Aaron nails the running forearm to Hondo just as Anderson hits a chop block to the champion and Hondo crashes to the mat sickeningly! The crowd boo the double team as Roberts pulls Anderson to his feet and the two share a high-five before smirking at Hondo. Immediately they get to work stamping all over Hondo to massive boos, neither of the two letting up before the referee tries to force them off of the champion, but every time one is forced off the other sneaks in a few stomps behind the referee's back. After a few seconds Anderson hauls Hondo up and runs him at Roberts, who lands a hip toss but twists it straight into a neckbreaker in mid-air! There's a loud “ooooh” from the fans as Hondo hits the mat hard. SJ: THERE'S YOUR RETARD-STRONG SCOOP! THOSE TWO ARE KICKING HONDO'S ASS! SC: They've hit two moves after Hondo fended both off, but whatever. It's all good them double-teaming him though but how do they decide who wins? SJ: Paper, Scissors, Stone. Duh. Roberts hauls Hondo up from the mat, kicking him hard in the gut before he applies a dragon sleeper in the middle of the ring with a wide smile on his face, soaking up the atmosphere and pointing at Hondo like he's being made an example off. Roberts then snaps down, bringing Hondo across his knee with a hard backbreaker before Anderson runs off the ropes and leaps up, crushing Hondo with a senton over Roberts' knee before he pulls Hondo up to stands and snaps him down with a headlock takeover. Anderson's technical prowess then comes into it as he wrenches in a grounded headlock on Hondo, trying to wear his upper body down for the Confession; yet the double teaming continues as the headlock exposes Hondo's gut, allowing Roberts to kick him as if taking a punt kick at a football. Hondo clutches his gut in agony as Anderson releases the hold, and they both laugh as Hondo is gasping for air. Hondo slowly gets to his feet and turns as Roberts smashes him with a hard european uppercut, before he clutches the head and drives him with a neckbreaker. Shane Anderson then leaps up and brings an elbow down hard on Hondo's chest before he pulls Hondo up and irish whips him at Roberts who drives him for the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to huge heat from the crowd. Anderson and Roberts raise their arms in the air, pacing around the ring as the referee checks on Hondo who vehemently shakes his head when asked if he wants to forfeit. SC: Interestingly enough the co-working between these two is coming through loud and clear! SJ: Shane Anderson is a massive Desert Sex fan which makes him the best Career Killer of them all. SC: I thought the other half of Desert Sex you now hated and his Career Killer opponent tonight was your God? SJ: … you're going senile Scoop. We'll get Hondo's carer to come in and help you once a week. The crowd continue to boo Anderson and Roberts heavily as Hondo pulls himself to his feet in the corner. Roberts then runs at him with a hard shoulder tackle into the corner before he pulls Hondo up, sitting him on the top rope before he smacks him in the face. Anderson then runs and dropkicks Hondo's chest before Roberts climbs to the second rope and wrenches on Hondo's arm, bringing him down hard with an arm drag! The crowd gasp as Hondo hits the mat hard and immediately Anderson grasps the same arm, spinning around to slam it to the mat. He then pulls the arm in and locks in a tough grounded key lock as Hondo resists any submissions now. The crowd then begin to boo loudly as they see Roberts eye the arm and mimics a few kicks at it. He then smirks to the crowd and shouts the The Cobra will snap the champion's arm before he runs, booting the elbow hard. Hondo immediately pulls his arm in, guarding it closely as he groans in pain with the referee checking him again. Hondo shakes his head to big cheers as he stands and goes for a kick at Anderson, however Anderson catches his leg and brings him down hard with a dragon screw, locking in an indian deathlock as Hondo lies on the mat. Hondo claws around, looking for some kind of release before he digs down deep and throws his other leg up at Anderson, kicking at the hold and breaking it. Hondo stumbles up to his feet, holding the leg that was just in the hold in pain before he shakes it off and runs off the ropes, rebounding as he storms at Anderson -- Anderson counters with a back body drop! Roberts straight in to drag Hondo up, inverting him and dropping him with a shoulder breaker! Roberts goes to cover -- but Anderson drags Hondo out the way and hauls him up, running off the ropes and landing the one-handed bulldog as Roberts looks on with confusion! SC: Anderson could have potentially just stopped Roberts from winning there! SJ: … it was their strategy. As Hondo lays out on the mat Anderson heads over to him, pulling his head up and driving a knee down into it. The crowd boo as Anderson repeats the knee strike repeatedly before he stands, running off the ropes and leaping up into the air for a big knee drop -- but Hondo rolls out of the way! The crowd cheer as Hondo throws a shot at the now-standing Anderson before he slams a european uppercut into Anderson's head and hauls him up for a backbreaker; however before he can hit it Anderson is able to escape the hold, bringing Hondo down straight into a fujiwara armbar as he keeps hold of the arm. Hondo cries out in pain as Anderson continues to wrench on the injured arm from earlier and the crowd begin a louder chant of “Let's Go Hondo!” to try and get him back into it. However before he can get any closer to tapping Aaron Roberts reaches at the other arm, dragging Hondo out of the hold and up to his feet. Roberts then hooks Hondo into a half nelson and hauls him up, turning it into a side-slam! The crowd boo as The Cobra gets to his feet with a smirk on his face and he climbs the ropes, facing out to the crowd with his hands held up. Anderson then rolls Hondo over onto his stomach and grabs at the nearest leg, twisting it back into a single leg crab as Hondo holds his arm in pain. Roberts then drops down from the corner and heads over as Anderson is shouting at the fans that he'll make Hondo tap and claim the title for his own. As Anderson's looking out to his side Roberts sneaks in and grasps at Hondo's free leg, locking it into a single leg crab as well! The crowd boo loudly as Hondo shouts out in pain and Anderson turns, spotting Roberts! Immediately he drops Hondo's leg and stands, shoving Roberts off of Hondo and staring down at him as The Cobra stands. Hondo rolls out of the ring, clutching his leg and arm in pain as he leans against the apron. SJ: Hondo's retardation is infectious! It just spread to Shane Anderson! SC: Are you... criticising... a Career Killer? SJ: I LOVE TCK!!! Roberts gets to his feet, pointing at Hondo and shrugging his shoulders as Anderson shouts at him for taking advantage of the submission. Anderson shoves The Cobra again as Roberts looks back at Anderson and snaps his fingers in a 'Z' shape in the air, moving his head from side to side! The crowd can't help but laugh at the Cobra, but Anderson looks disgusted as he throws a hard forearm right at Roberts who falls back into the corner. Roberts rebounds off the turnbuckles, clutching his jaw in pain before he fires a forearm right back at Anderson! Anderson stumbles back as Roberts scoops him up -- Anderson falls out behind and grabs the waistlock -- HUGE german suplex dropping Roberts on the back of his head into the bridge -- one... two... t-- kickout from Roberts who stumbles to his feet. Anderson comes running at him for an enzuigiri but Roberts ducks it as Anderson slams to the mat, struggling to his feet as Roberts storms at him with a big clothesline. Roberts holds the back of his head in pain from the german suplex but as soon as Anderson is standing again he brings him down with a powerslam, covering... one... two... t-- kickout from Shane Anderson. Roberts takes it all in his stride as he hauls Anderson up over one shoulder before he runs at the corner, throwing Anderson off into a snake eyes and Roberts blasts him with a big boot! Anderson falls to one knee, holding the side of his face in pain before Roberts runs off the ropes and lands a surprising standing dropkick to the back of the kneeling Anderson's head! Anderson rolls across the mat, holding his head before he gets to his feet and turns, right into the hook for the Snake Bite! The crowd get to their feet, anticipating Aaron's finishing move, but before it can be hit Anderson throws wild elbows at his former partner's head and drops down, hooking Roberts' leg for the hard dragon screw which he quickly transitions into a painful figure four leg lock! SC: Well the teamwork between The Cobra and The Bishop has fallen apart here! SJ: Aaron Roberts right about now doing a good impression of Jack Hondo in having all the brain power of George Bush in a coma. SC: Now come on, Hondo played a very clever game earlier when he took it to both men! SJ: They only wouldn't go near him because he was drooling... Anderson begins to bounce his legs up and down, causing more pain to Roberts' legs as he desperately reaches for the ropes despite their relative uselessness in a no-DQ match such as the triple threat. Anderson shouts at Roberts to tap but The Cobra refuses, clawing at his own head and the mat to try and let the pain out. Anderson goes for an extra big bounce to try and add more pressure to the hold -- but as he does it Aaron's able to turn the hold over and reverse the pressure! Immediately Anderson breaks the hold and gets to his feet, however Roberts isn't as quick with the hold still taking affect. As he stumbles back, holding his legs and slapping them to get the blood pumping again he turns right into Anderson running at him and The Bishop lands a punishing sleeperslam! As Roberts hits the deck Anderson keeps his opponent held in the sleeperhold! To try and break it Roberts pushes himself to standing but Anderson keeps the hold locked in hard, cutting off the air supply to Roberts, but Roberts cleverly manages to weave a hand under Anderson's own to give him some breathing space. Anderson shouts out in anger and he pushes Roberts a few paces forward, following up with a big spinning wheel kick! Anderson covers... one... two... t-- HONDO IN TO BREAK THE PIN TO A MASSIVE CHEER! An infuriated Jack Hondo hauls Anderson up as The Cobra stumbles to his feet, and Hondo spins Anderson around, throwing him straight at Roberts! Shane and Aaron collide with a Hondo-made shoulder block that sends Roberts through the ropes and as Anderson stumbles back Hondo brings him crashing down with a big scoop slam followed up with a knee drop over the Bishop's head! SC: Hondo's recuperated and he's straight back in this one! You've got to admire the heart of the Intercontinental Champion to fight through that painful arm and the legs that were held in the single leg crab earlier! SJ: No you don't. SC: Well when he gets a measure of vengeance on Shane and Aaron you'll be eating your words Snoop. SJ: As opposed to Hondo, who eats out of the toilet until he's told 'no' very sternly. Hondo pumps both fists as he turns to the crowd, roaring and getting amped up to a massive cheer from the fans. Hondo then turns back to Anderson, dropping a senton over him and throwing wild punches all over the Bishop. He pulls Anderson up and drops him with a scoop slam over his knee for the backbreaker, before he keeps Anderson over his knee and pulls his head up, giving him a modification of a clothesline to drop him off the knee back to the mat. Hondo then pulls at Anderson's head and underarms to get him up, only for Anderson to rake the champion's eyes to huge boos! Anderson smirks and gets up, running off the ropes with a big shoulder block and he places Hondo into a bow and arrow to wear down the arms even more! He then pulls Hondo up and goes for a back suplex, but Hondo elbows at Anderson's head and lands a back suplex of his own to a big cheer! Anderson gets to his feet and runs Hondo into the ropes, looking for a hip toss on the return but Hondo simply slaps the TCK member across the face to a loud 'ooooh' from the crowd. Hondo smirks Anderson is spun around by the move, but the Bishop looks majorly pissed off as he turns back -- caught right into a belly to belly suplex! Cover from Hondo... one... two... th-- NO! Shoulder up from Anderson to big boos. Hondo then pulls Anderson up, but Anderson reverses it straight into a jawbreaker and he catches Hondo into the school-boy roll-up... one... two... th-- Hondo powers out much to the fans' delight. SC: Very back and forth match here with Anderson's speed getting the better of Hondo right now. SJ: So could a toddler in a full body cas-- SC: WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND CALL THE MATCH DOWN THE MIDDLE FOR ONCE?! SJ: … As Hondo stands Anderson comes at him with a big knee to the head and immediately Anderson leaps to the top and as Hondo stumbles up he gets dropped with a missile dropkick! Hondo holds his chest in pain as he pulls himself up and Anderson comes running at him, looking for a hurricanrana -- but Hondo keeps hold of him and Anderson looks shocked! Hondo hauls Anderson up for a powerbomb, but Anderson manages to reverse as he goes over Hondo's head, gripping the waist for a sunset flip -- one... two... th-- Hondo kicks out, but Anderson's already on his feet with Hondo's legs in his hands and he twists the champion around into a boston crab! Immediately the crowd boos as Hondo is facing the middle of the ring and Anderson looks out at the crowd, smiling that he has their favourite in a vicious submission hold. Hondo raises his arm in the air and his hand shakes as he tries to battle through the pain, and the referee gets down on the mat and in Hondo's face to check if he's going to tap. With the referee preoccupied Anderson uses the opportunity to keep Hondo's legs under his arms and he grips the top rope with both arms to get maximum leverage and pressure in the hold. Hondo grits his teeth and shakes his head furiously as the hand is dangerously close to tapping, the crowd booing the hell out of Anderson's cheating. As Hondo looks like he might have to give it all in suddenly the crowd's booing turns to an almost cheer as none other than The Cobra gets to his feet right in front of Anderson outside the ring! Anderson suddenly looks like a cornered animal as Roberts smirks, reaching in and hauls Anderson out of the ring, dropping him with a gutwrench suplex onto the punishing outside!!! SJ: How dare he! Anderson was going to win! SC: Oh no, what a complete and utter bastard Roberts is for trying to win. Then again I guess the music does cancel out saving Hondo from tapping. Roberts backs up, looking down at Anderson with a massive grin on his face as he climbs onto the apron and into the ring. Hondo is clutching his legs in pain now as Roberts finally turns to face him -- Hondo with the small package from nowhere -- one... two... thre-- KICKOUT JUST IN TIME! The crowd collectively sigh, thinking Hondo might have just scored the retain here at Hard Steel before Roberts angrily pulls Hondo up and drops back, throwing the champion with the last call. Hondo to his feet and Roberts kicks at his gut, pulling him in and locking in a double underhook for the suplex of the same variance! Hondo lays out, clutching his back as Roberts gets to the top rope and the crowd's noise quietens, half in surprise at Roberts being up top, the other half in anticipation of what the big man might do. Roberts holds his arms in the air and leaps -- DIVING HEADBUTT -- BUT HONDO GETS THE KNEES UP AND ROBERTS' HEAD CRASHES ONTO THEM! Massive cheers from the fans as Roberts stumbles up holding his head and Hondo stands, scooping Roberts up and dropping him with a gutbuster to a loud 'ooooh'. As Roberts hits the mat Hondo hooks his arm and leg, rolling into an oklahoma pin... one... two... thr-- NO! Aaron throws a shoulder up and as the two fight their way up Roberts drops Hondo with a DDT, floating into the cover... one... two... thr-- NO! Hondo powers out this time to a big cheer. Roberts hauls the champion to his feet throwing an elbow at him before he runs off the ropes, looking for a clothesline but Hondo catches the arm and spins him into a swinging neckbreaker! Hondo then runs off the ropes as Roberts is on the mat and drops down for a baseball slide to Roberts' head to a massive cheer! SC: Big back and forth action here as both these men are tasting victory. SJ: They're just wrestling until Anderson recovers enough to make them both tap out... twice... Hondo drags Roberts to his feet dropping him with a spinning backbreaker before he throws a few hard forearms to send Roberts back into the corner, before he scoops his legs up and sits him on the top rope. Hondo then climbs out onto the apron and up to the top as he throws a few shots on The Cobra's head. Hondo then pulls Roberts to his feet on the top, both balancing precariously as Hondo hooks Aaron's arm, head and a leg for a side russian leg sweep off the top -- but Roberts is able to get a foot under the top rope and Hondo can't hit the move. Roberts throws the elbow at Hondo's gut and the champion sways a bit, trying to keep his balance as Roberts throws another elbow and scoops Hondo up, leaping back -- MICHINOKU DRIVER OFF THE TOP ROPE! COVER... ONE... TWO... THR-- HONDO GRABS THE ROPES! In anger Roberts smashes the mat and he slaps Hondo around the head. He then gets to his feet and looks down at Hondo, a smile developing over his face as he takes a few paces back behind the now on one knee Hondo. Roberts turns to the fans, shouting that they're about to see the AGR as Hondo stumbles to his feet and The Cobra runs -- BUT IT'S ANDERSON FROM NOWHERE ON THE APRON WITH THE SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK TO TAKE ROBERTS DOWN BEFORE HE CAN HIT IT! The crowd are fired up as Anderson stares down at his former partner, but Hondo clubs him in the back and hooks him for the Pump-Hondo slap, hauling him up -- Anderson drops down and spins Hondo, kick to the gut. Anderson runs looking for the Last Rites flip piledriver, but Hondo counters by lifting Anderson up for the flapjack -- AARON ROBERTS LANDS THE AGR ON ANDERSON AS HONDO HITS THE FLAPJACK!!! SC: AGR! AGR TO ANDERSON AND HE'S OUT COLD SNOOP! SJ: He's just pretending. SC: Well he's a damn good actor then because we've seen that move take so many out before, let alone adding in the elevation and flapjack! Immediately Roberts springs onto Anderson for the cover... one... two... thre-- HONDO IN WITH THE SAVE! Hondo hauls Roberts up throwing a forearm at him before Roberts throws one back. Hondo back in with the shot as Roberts responds and the two brawl it out around the ring as the fans cheer massively for Hondo. Finally Hondo gets the upper hand with a couple of shots that send Roberts back and Hondo kicks him in the gut, pulling him in for a piledriver! He lifts Roberts upside down, but Roberts manages to free himself and he drops down, low-blowing Hondo to massive boos! Roberts spots the opportunity and hooks Hondo for the Snake Bite! But out of nowhere Anderson's up again and he leaps, clinging onto Roberts -- CRUCIFIX DRIVER! Straight into the crucifix pin... ONE... TWO... THRE-- SHOULDER UP FROM THE COBRA! Anderson shouts out in pain as he stands, spotting Hondo slumped over from the low blow and he runs, jumping -- LAST RITES FLIPPING HONDO OVER RIGHT ONTO HIS HEAD!!! Anderson's exhausted as he rolls over onto his front, going for the pin but he realises Hondo's too near the ropes as he slowly drags him out, finally able to cover... one... two... thre--Roberts manages the break in time. Anderson to his feet now as Roberts goes for it -- AGR -- NO! Anderson keeps hold of the arm and forces Roberts down -- THE CONFESSION IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! Immediately everyone in the arena is on their feet as it looks as though this one could be over. With nowhere to go Roberts raises his arm as his hand shakes and he looks seconds away from giving it up. SJ: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! SC: Calling it down the middle as per usual. Anderson wrenches back even harder, his hands tight around Roberts' face before the Cobra manages to use Anderson's own momentum to twist him over straight into a pinning combination... one... two... thre-- Anderson releases the hold just in time and gets a shoulder up. Anderson to his feet as Roberts clutches his arm and neck in pain following the Confession. He turns as Anderson comes running at him and gets a boot up in time to send Anderson to the mat, however the momentum of it causes him to stumble back right into the clasp of Jack Hondo who clutches him straight into the pumphandle, hauling him up and DOWN! PUMP-HONDO SLAM! COVER... ONE... TWO... THRE-- ANDERSON GETS THE BREAK WITH MILLISECONDS TO SPARE! The crowd boo the hell out of Anderson as he pulls Hondo to his feet and throws a forearm. Hondo stumbles back before he throws one back at Anderson who, before he can reply, gets a shot in the gut from Roberts. Hondo then lands a shot on Roberts who throws one back only for Anderson to chop his chest hard. Anderson then chops at Hondo's chest before he runs off the ropes -- kick to the gut by Hondo! Hondo turns Anderson around and lifts him up for the Pump-Hondo Slam on one shoulder -- AARON WITH THE AGR TO HONDO TO BRING HONDO DOWN AND HIT THE PUMP-HONDO SLAM ON ANDERSON! THE CROWD GO WILD AS ROBERTS COVERS HONDO, BUT HONDO GETS A LEG ON ANDERSON... the referee looks at all three with no choice but to drop down and count two pins... One/One... all three are still exhausted... Two/Two... no motion from anyone... Three/Three... NO! KICKOUT FROM ANDERSON AND HONDO! SC: We almost just ended up with two Intercontinental Champions Snoop! SJ: Someone get me a whiskey! I can't take this tension anymore! The crowd begin a massive “Hondo's Awesome/Shane-O Sucks” chant, and a few in the font row can be heard chanting “We'd Prefer Hondo, But Aaron's OK”. As the referee looks down at the carnage following the Pump-Hondo/AGR combination he checks on all three men who are exhausted. Slowly they begin to struggle to their feet... The crowd begin a massive “Hondo's Awesome/Shane-O Sucks” chant, and a few in the font row can be heard chanting “We'd Prefer Hondo, But Aaron's OK”. As the referee looks down at the carnage following the Pump-Hondo/AGR combination he checks on all three men who are exhausted. Slowly they begin to struggle to their feet as they stagger into the middle of the ring, their backs all colliding with one another. They turn and begin to trade punches back and forth before Anderson is able to throw a big kick at Roberts' gut to a loud 'oooooh!' from the fans. Anderson holds his head still in pain before he tries to hook Roberts for the Last Rites -- but Hondo clubs his back and immediately hooks his arm into the pumphandle and pulls Anderson up off of Roberts -- PUMP-HONDO SLAM!!! The crowd go crazy as Hondo goes for the pin, but Roberts drags him up -- AGR! NO! PUSHED OFF BY HONDO AND AS ROBERTS TURNS -- AGR FROM JACK HONDO!!! THE CROWD GO NUTS AS HONDO USES ROBERTS' OWN FINISHER ON HIM!!! SJ: WHAT?! SC: AGR FROM HONDO! AGR FROM HONDO! BUT LOOK... HONDO'S HURT! As the crowd go mad for the AGR to Hondo the champion tries to stand, but clutches his left ankle in pain and falls back the mat. He tries to stand again, lasting a few seconds but falls once more as he tries to walk. The referee checks on Hondo who's shaking his head, staring at the leg in agony as he tries desperately to make the cover on Aaron or Shane, but he's going nowhere with the ankle injury. The crowd begin a “You can do it Hondo!” chant, but as Hondo tries to drag himself, a delirious Aaron Roberts manages to roll over onto Anderson! The referee counts... ONE... HONDO PULLS... TWO... HE'S ALMOST THERE... THREE!!! ROBERTS STEALS THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Aaron “The Cobra” Roberts Roberts has the title laid on him as he isn't moving. Hondo rolls onto his back and looks up at the lights as it seems the shock of what has happened has just sunk in. SC: A twist of fate has stopped Jack Hondo retaining the Intercontinental Championship and for the first time in his career...its Aaron Roberts who holds the gold. SJ: WOHOO! DESERT SEX! AHHHHHH! SC: Look at the look on Hondo's face he can't believe it. SJ: Maybe he just realized that woman he banged last night was his sister... SC: WILL YOU STOP! (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE.) (PHENOM IS STANDING THERE BREATHING HEAVILY AND LOOKING AT THE WALL. MAHONEY APPROACHES HIM.) MM: Phenom in a matter of seconds you will look to book your chance to be the next World Champion... P: Look...I don't look...I will do it...but take note Mahoney...on what happens to Mr. GQ Smooth after the match... MM: Is that a threat to Exile. P: I prefer to call it a fact in waiting... (PHENOM WALKS OFF TO THE RING.) Number One Contenders Match - Undisputed Heavyweight Championship Phenom vs Exile (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a number one contender's match for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *’BODIES’ – DROWNING POOL PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. PHENOM EMERGES FROM THE BACK AS IMAGES OF STREET BRAWLS AND RIOTS ARE SHOWN ON THE T.A.T..) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from New York City, New York…weighing 298 pounds…Phenom!!! SC: You look back sometime ago...Grunt...Peacemaker...Pimp In all involved and around the World title when this man last had his shot...he now stands here tonight, all that is in his way...Exile. SJ: Exile is about to get destroyed. JH: And his opponent... *'THE GOODLIFE' - KAYNE WEST PLAYS* (DECENT REACTION. A SILOUETTE OF A STRIPPER DANCING ON A POLE SHOWS ON THE T.A.T.. THE WORDS 'WELCOME TO MY WORLD...EXILE' FLY UNDERNEATH. EXILE COMES OUT AND SPINS ON THE STAGE. HE TIPS HIS BOWLER HAT IN THE DIRECTION OF THE RING AND WALKS WITH AUTHORITY WITH A BIG ASS GRIN ON HIS FACE.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing 190 pounds...Exile!!! SC: Roadblock took a hell of a beating at the hands of Phenom and Exile will surely have that revenge on his mind as well. SJ: He might well do, but he is facing Phenom and Phenom is not to be messed with. Exile charges at Phenom, hoping to catch him off-guard as he sets Louis down in his corner. Phenom manages to turn around however and catch Exile with a foot to the face. Not wasting any time, Phenom immediately goes for the cover. 1… 2-kick out! Phenom lifts Exile up and tosses him into the ropes, but Exile rolls out of a clothesline attempt and delivers a high dropkick to the body of Phenom, knocking him back but leaving him still on his feet. Exile runs at Phenom, who catches him with a cross-body attempt and turns it into a powerslam, hooking the leg for a cover. 1… 2-kick out! Phenom mounts Exile and attempts a big fist right to his face, but Exile blocks the attempt and turns it into a reverse armbar, trying to lock it in tight. Phenom simply stands up and places Exile onto his shoulders, but Exile slips off before taking any further punishment, using a chop block to get Phenom down to a knee before charging at the ropes and deliver a dropkick to the face that sends him sprawling outside. Exile waits a few moments before charging once again towards Phenom, this time flying over the top rope to the outside as he comes crashing down onto the big man with the fans on their feet. SC: Exile wasting no time with his opportunity here. SJ: Someone call ‘flyboy’ Ramon and tell him to get out here – Exile’s at it again. SC: Oh will you stop! This is for a shot at the Undisputed Championship; I bet even Phenom will do some things we haven’t seen before to try and win. SJ: Yeah, like a live execution. Exile looks towards the ground where he sees the fallen ‘Louie,’ a feral gleam in his eyes. He slowly walks towards it but is clubbed from behind by Phenom, who tosses him back into the ring. Phenom glares at Exile as he reenters the ring, his muscles flexing as he reaches down at Exile and lifts him into the air with a two-handed choke, tossing him into the ringpost. Phenom delivers a measured elbow to the face of Exile, then lifts him onto his shoulder effortlessly as he almost saunters around the ring before dropping Exile to the mat with authority. He makes a cover. 1… 2… shoulder up! Phenom simply lifts Exile onto his shoulders before dropping him on the ropes with a hotshot, Exile clutching at his neck. Phenom makes another cover. 1… 2… kick out! Phenom measures Exile before picking him up and holding him at his side, walking around the ring effortlessly before dropping him with a sidewalk slam. Phenom then positions Exile underneath the ring ropes and lifts his legs up in the air before dropping back with a guillotine-like choke across the bottom rope. After lifting Exile to his feet, Phenom slaps him across the face a few times before lifting him up onto his shoulder again, pointing towards the turnbuckles. Exiles slides off Phenom’s shoulders before he connects and grabs Phenom into a headlock, running up the turnbuckle… before being thrown off Phenom to the mat back first. Phenom goes for the cover. 1… 2… th-kick out! Phenom shows annoyance at the resiliency of Exile as he looks back towards the corner he has Louie stashed in. After a few moments he turns back to Exile, lifting him up high into the air with a bearhug as he attempts to squeeze the life out of Exile. He shakes Exile around like a limp rag doll as the referee checks Exile for consciousness. Before the final count falls, Exile shows signs of life as the fans rally behind him. Exile delivers stunning claps to the head of Phenom before being dropped down as he charges to the ropes only to get caught with a sidewalk slam as Phenom slams him down with authority. SC: It seems like after early offense Exile just can’t catch a break from Phenom’s onslaught. SJ: From my vantage point, it looks like Phenom can’t seem to break Exile into enough pieces yet. SC: Well right now Phenom must be having flashbacks of fighting Ramon and not being able to put him away. SJ: I’m sorry, but WHO walked away from Death or Glory? SC: And how much did Phenom pay you to praise him? SJ: More than you make. But I’ll save him some money and rat on you for a Klondike bar. Phenom looks down at Exile before looking over at the Spanish announce table. He gets a sadistic grin on his face as he heads outside, pulling out wires and other equipment to clear off the table. The referee starts to admonish Phenom, but Phenom waves off his concerns. Phenom lifts Exile over his head into a press slam position, but Exile manages to wriggle himself to fall down with a body press onto Phenom as the crowd explodes while he covers Phenom! 1… 2… kick out with authority! Phenom pushes Exile off his body as he falls back onto the referee, knocking him out. Exile gets to his feet, charging at Phenom who gets a boot up as Exile ducks under and climbs onto the apron. Phenom charges at Exile, who delivers a shoulder block to the mid-section, then drops Phenom with a leg drop across the back of his neck as he bounces back inside the ring. Exile catches his breath for a moment before his gaze falls on Louie, his expression set with anger. He looks between both Phenom and Louie as the crowd goes nuts when he grabs the fabled bat. Exile motions practice swings as Phenom gets to his feet. Exile charges swinging the bat towards Phenom’s face, but Phenom ducks with preternatural sense and picks up Exile quickly in one motion before dropping him with a huge powerslam! The crowd groans as Phenom shows great anger at Exile for swinging his prized position, grabbing him and setting him up with a powerbomb. The crowd watches in horror as Phenom lifts Exile up onto his shoulders, charging towards the ropes and tossing Exile towards the Spanish Announce table as it explodes on impact, crumbling to many pieces. Exile lies lifeless as Phenom dramatically dusts his hands in exaggeration. He lifts the referee and tries to shake him awake, the referee barely able to come to his senses. When Phenom points to Exile outside, the referee slowly begins the 10 count. 1… … 2… … 3… … 4… signs of movement from Exile… 5… … 6… slowly getting to his feet to the shock of Phenom… 7… … 8 – slowly stumbling towards the ring… … 9 – climbing into the ring. The fans stand and applaud Exile’s efforts as Phenom just looks stunned. SC: UNBELIEVABLE DRIVE FROM EXILE, WHO JUST WON’T DIE! SJ: Unlike my ear drums, which you have just killed with your screaming. SC: Even you Snoop can’t be so unmoved by Exile’s ability to keep going. SJ: Sure I’m moved, in the same way that I’m moved by a car accident – I’m just glad it’s not me. Exile screams he won't quit the match as he fires in some lefts and rights, but Phenom is able to block them and then WHAM nails him with the 'Final Destination'. He covers Exile who doesn't seem to have anything left in the tank for the three. SC: It was too much, we just sat here and marveled on how Exile could bounce back from that, but one shot of the famed finisher from Phenom and it was all over! SJ: And look here comes 'Louis!!!' Phenom raises the bat and slams it in repeated fashion into Exile, over and over and over again. The bell rings as Phenom seems to be enjoying it more and more. SC: SOMEONE STOP HIM! Finally as Exile lays in a bloody mess, security hauls Phenom away. He looks into the camera. P: Angel...Scorpio...guess who's coming to get yah! In such sickening fashion it is scary. SC: What a message Phenom has sent, and folks we have to apologize for what you have just seen...this man...this Phenom...has no remorse in him at all. Winner, via pinfall: Phenom (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE EMERGENCY SERVICES TENDING TO SANDY MAKEL.) MM: Scoop, Snoop there has been a long list of casualties tonight...careers have been ended and some we will not know about till Mayhem...this EMT team is calling it the most unpredictable and bloody Hard Steel of all time and one was telling me earlier he feels the tension in the air. That a war is brewing...the crew back here tending to Sandy Makel after that attack by Jack Benevolence have been tending to wrestlers all evening long...it's a somber mood back here and it's one where we thank God we have the staff we do...cause if there is going to be a war tonight as many of these men and women who work behind the scenes in the T.F.W.F. are muttering under their breaths...we can only be as prepared as we are now. Back to you both. (RINGSIDE.) SC: It has been a war Snoop and I can see where it is coming from. The random attacks, the careers seemingly hanging in the balance and this growing dissension in what we thought are concrete alliances. SJ: Well, it's that point of the year, where wrestlers are trying to justify their spots and I think this PPV has been sort of a cleansing process so far...those who can't make it have been taken out. SC: Well one alliance we know isn't working is the challenegers for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships and they are up next... T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championship Match - 4 on 2 The One Ring Circus (c) w/ Orney Hillman vs Sebastian Cross/Viktor Kovalenko (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a 4 on 2 handicap match for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... The crowd are on their feet as the six men involved in the match stand opposite each other as the referee makes his final checks.  Cross and Kovalenko eye each other suspiciously as Hillman gives a few final pieces of advice to his charges.  It doesn’t take long for MDK and Ruckus to begin bitching at each other about who is going to start the match for the ORC team.  Cross smirks at the dissention in the ORC team but the smirk quickly vanishes as Kovalenko steps in front of him and points to the corner, telling Cross he needs to get out of the ring!  The crowd are buzzing as Cross and Kovalenko trade a few harsh words but eventually Cross shakes his head and steps out of the ring to allow Kovalenko to start the match.  Cross leans down and has a few words for Pete at ringside but he simply shrugs his shoulders, if Viktor is going to do something, there’s nothing he or Cross can do to stop him.  MDK looks to have won the argument with Ruckus as Legion and Rampage step out onto the ring apron and Ruckus reluctantly follows them.  The referee makes the final checks on MDK and Kovalenko as the crowd roar in anticipation! SC:  Here we go folks, it’s a four on two match with the TFWF Tag Team Titles on the line.  If any member of the ORC is pinned or submitted then Sebastian Cross and Viktor Kovalenko will be the new TFWF Tag Team Champions! SJ:  Well that’s not very likely is it?  I mean Cross and Kovalenko spent the last two Mayhem shows beating each other up!  There’s no way they can co-exist against an unstoppable force like the ORC. SC:  Judging by the attitudes of MDK and Ryan Ruckus towards each other lately, I don’t think all is well in the ORC camp either Snoop! SJ:  You would say that, you’re nothing but a damn troublemaker! The tension is high as the referee calls for the bell and MDK and Kovalenko circle each other slowly.  The two big men lock up and it’s a battle for control that neither man can get a significant advantage in.  They struggle for position with Kovalenko finally backing MDK against the ropes, but MDK quickly reverses so Viktor has his back to the ropes.  The referee calls for the break but neither man will let the collar and elbow tie up go!  The referee gets in between them and is just about able to lever MDK off but as he does so MDK slaps Kovalenko hard across the face!  The crowd ‘ohh’ as Viktor snaps his head back and stares at the smirking MDK!  Kovalenko makes a grab for MDK but he dodges out the way and grabs a side headlock.  Kovalenko shoves MDK off and he hits the ropes and on the return the two big men crash shoulder to shoulder like two charging bulls!  Neither man goes down as the crowd pop!  MDK points to the ropes and goads Kovalenko to try and knock him down.  He doesn’t have to be asked twice as Viktor hits the ropes and again the two men slam shoulder to shoulder.  Again neither goes down and this time MDK hits the ropes.  They slam together again with neither man backing off an inch!  The crowd roar as the two go forehead to forehead in the middle of the ring before MDK slaps Kovalenko again!  Kovalenko responds with a lightening fast flurry of strikes and palm thrusts that has the crowd going nuts!  MDK is stunned as Kovalenko unleashes a wicked spinning back fist strike that knocks MDK back into the ORC corner!!!  Kovalenko motions at MDK to bring it on but as MDK gets to his feet Ruckus leans down and tags himself in!  MDK looks mightily pissed as Ruckus steps into the ring looking confident. SC:  MDK and Kovalenko looked pretty evenly matched in the opening exchanged but the Russian’s superior striking skills came into their own there.  I don’t think MDK is too happy at that tag by Ruckus either! SJ:  It’s all part of the ORC game plan, don’t you worry about that. Legion and Rampage look to try to calm the fuming MDK down as Kovalenko and Ruckus lock up in the middle of the ring.  Ruckus quickly gets the go behind into a waist lock and trips Kovalenko sending him face first into the mat.  The crowd boo as Ruckus hooks on a front face lock and keeps Viktor grounded before shouting a few words to MDK.  Ruckus is too confident though as Kovalenko quickly rolls to the side, out of the front face lock and hooks on a MMA style armbar from out of nowhere!  The crowd pop as the submission skills of Kovalenko are on show and Ruckus has to scramble to the ropes before he taps out!!  The two men are up but Kovalenko lands the first shot with a forearm strike to the side of the head.  He lands a couple more for good measure before whipping Ruckus off the ropes and flattening him with a leaping shoulder block!  Kovalenko makes the cover, 1……2…..Ruckus kicks out!  Kovalenko brings him to his feet and nails a couple of forearm shots to the back before shoving Ruckus into the corner.  He charges but Ruckus gets both feet up into the face of Viktor knocking him backwards.  Ruckus charges but Kovalenko is waiting with a big snap powerslam that pops the crowd big!!  He makes the cover again, 1……2…..Ruckus kicks out just in time!  Kovalenko is in control as he stomps down on Ruckus before lifting him up and planting him with a suplex before floating over into the cover, 1…….2….this time Legion breaks it up with a boot to the head of Kovalenko!  The crowd are booing as Legion quickly goes back to the ORC corner.  Kovalenko brings Ruckus up and hits a knee lift, before coming off the ropes with a big boot to the face and then a release German suplex that folds Ruckus in half.  On the ring apron MDK can be seen laughing as Ruckus looks dazed and Kovalenko makes another cover, 1…….2…..Ruckus just rolls his shoulder up in time!  Kovalenko stays on the offensive as he lifts Ruckus up but Cross leans into the ring and tags Viktor on his back!!  The Russian spins around as Cross smirks and steps into the ring and motions for Viktor to get on the apron. SC:  Viktor Kovalenko was having a lot of success in the early going but it looks like Sebastian Cross wants into the match and Kovalenko is not pleased! SJ:  It’s ego mania running wild here tonight Scoop!  Viktor looks like he might beat the crap out of Cross right now! Kovalenko reluctantly steps onto the ring apron as Cross hits a couple of roundhouse kicks to Ruckus before backing him into the corner.  He nails some stinging chops to the chest before whipping Ruckus into the opposite corner.  Cross charges but Ruckus drops down and lifts Cross up and over the top rope.  Cross lands on the ring apron as Ruckus spins around and throws a right hand.  Cross ducks out the way and then hooks Ruckus around the head and drops down, snapping his neck across the top rope!!  Ruckus staggers back into the middle of the ring as Cross hops back onto the ring apron and then springboards onto the top rope and dives at Ruckus with a springboard clothesline!!  He nails the ORC man knocking him down as the crowd pop big for the highflying move!  Cross motions to Kovalenko before making the cover, 1……2….this time Rick Rampage breaks the cover up to some big crowd heat.  Cross grabs Ruckus and whips him off the ropes but Ruckus ducks the back elbow from Cross and Legion makes the blind tag on Ruckus!  Cross sends Ruckus flying over with a backdrop but he doesn’t see Legion is the legal man and is met with a big time spinning heel kick to the jaw from Legion!  Cross hits the mat and Legion lands a back senton on him before dragging Cross into the ORC corner and tagging in Rampage.  Rampage quickly puts the boots to Cross in the corner, beating him down to the mat before standing on his throat and choking him out.  The referee counts to four and Rampage backs off but as the referee reprimands him MDK and Legion land some cheap shots to Cross as Ruckus recovers on the outside of the ring. SC:  The ORC look to be working as more of a team now, some good work by Rampage and Legion to get the advantage for their team. SJ:  I notice Kovalenko didn’t even move from the corner to help Cross, a sign of things to come perhaps? Cross is hurt as Rampage brings him to his feet and lands some punches and a big knee to the mid section before sending Cross to the mat with a gut wrench suplex!  He quickly tags in MDK and the two big men set about putting the boots to Cross.  The referee tries to get Rampage out the ring but he is having trouble.  Eventually Kovalenko comes into the ring and as soon as he does Rampage backs off and points to the referee that Viktor is in the ring!  As the referee ushers Kovalenko to the outside MDK and Rampage hit a double suplex on Cross.  MDK then picks him up and nails a big backbreaker.  He holds Cross over his knee as Legion comes off the top rope with a big knee drop to the prone Cross!!  The former World Champion is in serious trouble as MDK makes the cover, 1…….2…..Cross rolls his shoulder up!  MDK signals to his team mates and throws Cross out of the ring through the ropes.  He turns around and spits at Kovalenko which brings him into the ring again.  The referee is distracted trying to get Viktor out the ring as on the outside Legion, Rampage and Ruckus beat the holy hell out of Cross!!  Ruckus whips Cross into the ring barricade and Rampage follows it up with a big running boot to the face!  Cross looks out on his feet as Legion rolls him back into the ring for the waiting MDK!  He makes the cover on Cross again, 1…..2….Cross kicks out to a big crowd pop!!  MDK quickly tags in Legion and holds Cross in place as Legion comes off the second turnbuckle with an elbow shot to the top of Cross’ head.  He falls to the mat as Legion quickly runs the ropes and leaps onto the middle rope and springs back with a leg drop across the chest!!  Legion makes the cover on Cross, 1……2….he kicks out again as Legion quickly clamps on a reverse chin lock to wear Cross down. SC:  ORC in total control of this match Snoop and Sebastian Cross is taking some serious punishment here, he’s got to put his ego aside and tag Kovalenko into this match asap! SJ:  But he won’t and he’ll end up losing the match and then Kovalenko will break his neck! The crowd rally behind Cross and begin to clap and stamp their feet to encourage him!  Legion keeps the hold on but Cross begins to come back to life and starts to struggle to get to his feet.  He is able to stand up and fires off a series of elbows to the mid section of Legion causing him to break the hold.  Legion swings with a right hand but Cross ducks and then goes for a super kick but Legion catches his foot and quickly sends Cross to the mat with a vicious looking dragon screw leg whip!!  Cross yells in pain and clutches at his knee as Legion drags him to the ORC corner and tags MDK back in.  The crowd are booing as a very confident MDK comes into the ring and begins to go to work on Cross’ knee with stomps and kicks.  The crowd are trying to will Cross back into it but MDK slams a knee drop of his own onto the prone Cross and then drapes his leg over the middle rope before tagging in Legion.  Legion quickly goes to the top turnbuckle and then jumps off landing right on Cross’ exposed leg!!  Legion quickly tags in Ruckus who drives Cross’ knee into the mat repeatedly.  He then tags in Rampage who lifts Cross up and drives his knee into the turnbuckle before dropping him on his neck with a back suplex!!  On the outside of the ring Hillman is cheering on his team who are in complete control as Cross tries to work some feeling back into his knee.  On the opposite side of the ring Kovalenko is prowling from one side of the ring to the other desperate to get the tag and rejoin the fight! SC:  Great strategy here from The ORC in going after Cross’ knee.  You ground a wrestler like Cross and that’s half the battle won. SJ:  That’s got to be Hillman working that out before the match, he’s got the physical advantage with the ORC and he’s got the mental advantage.  That’s what you call a winning combination! Rampage brings Cross up but he fires off some punches to the midsection.  Rampage is doubled over as Cross hits him with a swinging neckbreaker to a big crowd pop!  Cross is in a lot of pain as he rolls over and begins to crawl his way towards Kovalenko.  The crowd are going wild as Cross looks to be near to making the much needed tag, but at the last second Rampage gets up and drops an elbow on Cross’ back stopping him dead in his tracks!  Rampage smirks and flips Kovalenko off which brings him into the ring again.  As the referee deals with Kovalenko Rampage brings Cross up and holds him in place as Ruckus charges and cuts him in half with a big spear!!  Cross is down as Legion comes off the top rope with a big splash!  Rampage motions that the match is finished as the ORC guys roll out the ring as the referee turns around.  Rampage makes a cover on Cross with a boot on his chest to some big crowd heat, 1……..2…..Cross kicks out again as the crowd roar! SC:  That’s a mistake by Rick Rampage there folks, you do not try and cover Sebastian Cross with one foot, no matter how badly beaten down he is. SJ:  Little bit of over confidence maybe but what do you expect?  They’ve been killing Cross for about ten minutes! Rampage looks furious as he lifts Cross up by the leg and looks to do some more damage but Cross is able to flip around and use his good leg to kick Rampage square in the jaw!!  Rampage staggers back as Cross hooks him around the head and uses the corner ropes for momentum to plant him on the top of his head with a tornado DDT!!!  The crowd pop huge as both Rampage and Cross are down and out in the middle of the ring as the referee begins to make a count on both men!!  The referee’s count is at 6 as Cross begins to stir and slowly makes his way towards Kovalenko.  Rampage is regaining his senses and begins to crawl towards the ORC corner – the race is on!!  The crowd are at fever pitch as Cross lunges towards Kovalenko and makes the tag just as MDK is tagged in by Rampage!!! SC:  Here we go!!!  SJ:  Take his head off MDK!! The crowd pop is off the charts as Kovalenko shoots in with a double leg take down and slams MDK to the mat!!  He quickly gets the mount position and rains down punches and heavy forearm and elbow shots at MDK tries desperately to cover up!!  Legion jumps into the ring to help but he’s met with a big spinebuster from Kovalenko!!  Legion rolls out the ring as Kovalenko turns his attention back to MDK and brings him to his feet.  He heaves him up and plants him with a side slam before landing a leaping knee drop to the face.  MDK looks dazed as Kovalenko gets to his feet as Rampage comes back in the ring.  He eats some big punches from Kovalenko and then takes a solid clothesline that sends him over the top rope and to the floor!  Kovalenko turns around to face Ryan Ruckus who holds his hands up in surrender and drops down off the ring apron. SC:  Viktor Kovalenko has cleaned house of ORC but Ruckus obviously wants nothing to do with the big Russian. SJ:  No wonder, Ruckus isn’t dumb, he’ll wait till the time is right and then strike before Kovalenko even knows what’s happening! In the ring MDK is up and walks right into an over head belly to belly suplex from Kovalenko who makes the cover, 1…….2…..MDK kicks out as the crowd boo.  Kovalenko looks to Sebastian Cross who is back on his feet on the ring apron.  The two men share an intense look as Kovalenko reaches out for the tag.  The crowd are waiting with baited breath as Cross shrugs and makes the tag to a big pop!!  Kovalenko heaves MDK up onto his shoulder and plants him with a running powerslam as Cross goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a shooting press to a massive crowd pop!!  Cross makes the cover, 1……2…..Rampage dives in and breaks the cover up just in time!!  SC:  Rick Rampage saves the Tag Team Titles for the ORC, that was great team work between Cross and Kovalenko right there.  Perhaps they’ve put their differences aside at last to beat this common enemy? SJ:  Not a chance in hell, that was just pure luck, give it five minutes and they’ll be fighting like cats and dogs again! Kovalenko grabs Rampage but he is blinded by a thumb to the eye!  Rampage drops to the mat to recover as Kovalenko is staggered.  Ruckus slides into the ring and gets set to spear Kovalenko as the crowd yell out to warn him.  He charges but Cross is up and he intercepts Ruckus with a big sliding kick to the head!!  Ruckus is knocked silly and rolls out the ring to recover.  Cross works his bad leg for a moment before running to the ropes and diving through them with a tope con helo onto Legion on the outside!!  The crowd roar as Cross takes Legion out!  In the ring Kovalenko takes Rampage down with a judo throw and quickly rolls him into a kimura arm lock!!! SC:  Legion is down, Ruckus is down, MDK is down and Rick Rampage is caught in that painful submission hold by Viktor Kovalenko!!  Cross saved Kovalenko right there and this could be it, new Tag Team Champions!! SJ:  Oh crap, come on Hillman do something!!  Rampage is shaking his head no and refusing to tap out as Kovalenko tries to shift position and lock the hold in for the submission.  Just as he does so Ornery Hillman pulls himself up onto the ring apron and starts yelling at Kovalenko!  The crowd are booing the house down but pop huge as Pete rushes around the ring, hauls Hillman off the ring apron and then flattens him with a big right hand!!! SC:  Ornery Hillman just got knocked into next week and this crowd are loving it!! SJ:  He can’t do that, he should be throw out of ringside for that! Pete signals to Kovalenko who looks pleased with his managers actions but Pete doesn’t see MDK who has stalked around behind him on the outside of the ring!  Kovalenko does and lets go of the kimura on Rampage but he’s too late as MDK grabs Pete and drills him with a powerbomb on the floor!!!!  The crowd heat is off the charts as Pete is motionless on the outside and Kovalenko looks utterly distraught. SC:  Oh my God!  MDK just powerbombed Pete onto the concrete floor, he could have broken his damn back!! SJ:  That’s what he gets for laying his hands on Ornery Hillman!  Look at MDK, does the damage and then gets out of harms way!  Kovalenko quickly rolls out of the ring to check on his injured manager as MDK and Hillman move around to the other side of the ring.  EMTs and other officials come down to ringside to check on Pete’s condition as Cross stands up on the outside of the ring and looks on concerned.  He doesn’t have long though as Ruckus jumps him from behind and runs him headfirst into one of the steel ring posts!!  Kovalenko sees Cross being beaten down but can’t bring himself to leave Pete’s side as they begin to strap him to a spinal board and attach a neck brace.  The referee has lost all control but begins to make the count on Kovalenko! SC:  This referee needs to show some discretion here, Viktor Kovalenko is being counted out but his manager has been seriously injured by MDK.  SJ:  No, the referee does his job and calls the match by the rules.  I don’t think this has got anything to do with Pete being hurt, Kovalenko just wants to lose the match for Cross! SC:  Will you stop!! The ORC have regroup as Hillman barks instructions at Rampage and Ruckus to take Cross out of the match.  They beat him down at ringside as Kovalenko looks to be leaving him for dead.  The crowd are booing loudly as Kovalenko begins to walk up the ramp next to Pete who is being stretchered out of the arena.  The referee’s count is at 7 as Pete whispers something to Kovalenko.  The big Russian shakes his head ‘no’ but Pete continues to talk and eventually Kovalenko nods and stops.  The crowd erupt with a huge pop as he turns around and looks back to the ring where MDK is standing waiting for him as the other three members of the ORC continue to stomp the hell out of Sebastian Cross. SC:  It looks like Pete has had some final instructions for Kovalenko and he’s coming back to the ring!  This crowd are going nuts! SJ:  What kind of a friend is he?  Pete is obviously injured, Kovalenko should be with his manager, this match should be over!! Kovalenko lets out a war cry and sprints back down the ramp as the crowd lose their minds!!  He slides into the ring just as the referee gets to 10 and immediately he and MDK begin trading right hand punches in the middle of the ring!!  The ORC finish with Cross as Rampage lifts him up and drives his bad knee into the ring post before getting back on the apron.  Viktor and MDK continue to trade massive punches and it’s Kovalenko who gains the advantage.  He lands three unanswered punches in a row to MDK before whipping him off the ropes and flattening him on the return with a huge lariat!!  The crowd are right behind Kovalenko as he uses all his strength to heave MDK up onto his shoulders for the ‘Total Viktory!!!’  He has him set but Legion is in the ring and he nails Kovalenko with a drop kick to the face!!  Kovalenko is staggered and drops MDK as Legion follows up with a step up enziguri to the back of Viktor’s head!  MDK has recovered and as Kovalenko reels from the attack by Legion he is hooked and dumped on the back of his head with a half nelson suplex from MDK!!!  The crowd heat is huge as MDK stands up smirking before signalling to Hillman that the ORC are back in control of the match! SJ:  YES!  First he takes out his manager, now he takes out Kovalenko!  MDK is the ORC MVP of this match! SC:  All these initials are getting confusing.  Kovalenko looks hurt but Sebastian Cross looks in even worse shape.  He’s still down on the outside and hasn’t been able to get back to his corner.  ORC could be moments away from retaining the TFWF Tag Team Titles here! MDK goes to tag in Ruckus but at the moment moves away from him and tags in Rick Rampage instead!  Ruckus looks furious as MDK smirks and Rampage steps into the ring, shaking his head at the issues between his team mates.  He brings Kovalenko to his feet and rams his head into the top turnbuckle a few times.  He lands some hard elbow strikes to the side of Kovalenko’s head before using a snapmare to send him out of the corner.  Kovalenko sits on the mat as Rampage measures him and then drills a hard kick to Viktor’s spine!  The crowd boo as Rampage smirks and Kovalenko clutches his back in pain.  Rampage brings Kovalenko up and shoves him into the ORC corner.  Ruckus holds Kovalenko in place as Rampage puts the boots to him as the referee makes his count.  Ruckus lets go at a count of 4 and Rampage sends Kovalenko out of the corner with a double arm suplex.  He makes the cover, 1……2….Kovalenko kicks out!  Rampage keeps Kovalenko grounded and reaches up to tag in Legion.  Legion stomps away at Kovalenko as Rampage gets out the ring.  He brings the big man to his feet and hits a couple of hard leg kicks before running the ropes and launching himself with a cross body block but Kovalenko catches him!!  The crowd pop as Kovalenko heaves Legion up for a powerbomb but Legion slams some punches into the top of Kovalenko’s head and then flips him over with a hurricanranna!!  Legion makes the cover, 1…….2….Kovalenko kicks out!  Legion quickly tags in Ruckus who climbs to the top turnbuckle.  He sets himself and then leaps with a missile drop kick that knocks Kovalenko down again.  Ruckus makes the cover, 1…….2…..Viktor rolls his shoulder up once again to a big crowd pop.  The Russian starts to fire up and slams the mat with his fists as the crowd begin to rally behind him! SC:  ORC have cut the ring in half and worked Kovalenko over for several minutes now but they can’t put him away. SJ:  Just a matter of time.  Any word on Pete the Cripple? SC:  You disgust me.  No, we haven’t had word on Pete’s condition but if we do we’ll bring it to you folks watching at home on Pay Per View. SJ:  I wonder if Cross is ever going to make it back to his corner? Ruckus makes the tag to Legion as Kovalenko is on his feet.  Legion charges and nails a forearm to the chest but Kovalenko shakes his head and looks all fired up!  Legion looks worried and hits the ropes for momentum and lands another forearm to the chest.  No effect!  Legion hits the ropes again and leaps but Kovalenko catches him around the neck and plants him with a sit out chokeslam!!  The crowd pop huge as Kovalenko struggles to his corner.  He goes to make the tag but Cross is still crawling along the ground towards his corner.  He tries to get to his feet but as he does MDK rushes around the ring and chop blocks Cross from behind!!  He crumples to the ground and Kovalenko is left with no partner to tag!!  SC:  Oh, so close to the tag there but once again Sebastian Cross is down and clutching his injured knee. SJ:  Some partner he is.  Kovalenko desperately needed the tag there and Cross just fell over for no reason! Legion has tagged out to Rampage who gets Kovalenko in a school boy roll up, 1………2……Kovalenko just kicks out in time!!  He goes to stand up but Rampage kicks him in the chest and then plants him with a Northern Lights bomb!!  He makes the cover, 1………2……Kovalenko again kicks out just before the 3 count!!!  Rampage looks to his team mates as MDK motions he wants to be tagged in and Rampage obliges.  Kovalenko is slowly standing up using the ropes as MDK stalks behind him and as Kovalenko turns around he hooks him for the ‘Hellshot!!’  The crowd boo but Kovalenko is able to elbow strike his way out of the hold and then from out of nowhere plants MDK with an exploder suplex!!  The crowd are going nuts as Kovalenko crawls to his corner where Sebastian Cross has finally got back up onto the apron.  He lunges for the tag and this time makes it to a huge pop!!  SC:  Sebastian Cross gets the tag and he’s back in this match!! SJ:  Yeah but he’s fighting on one leg!! Cross hobbles into the ring as MDK struggles to stand up.  Cross doesn’t hesitate in cracking MDK with a shining wizard kick which gets a big crowd pop!!  MDK falls back out cold as Legion dives in the ring but he is sent over with a back drop from Cross.  Ruckus hits the ring but Cross cuts him off with a kick to the midsection.  Rampage also runs in but Cross hooks Ruckus around the head and cracks Rampage with an enziguri while also planting Ruckus with a DDT!!  Cross hops back to his feet as Legion charges again but Cross sidesteps him and sends Legion flying through the ropes to the outside!  The crowd are rocking and right behind Cross as Rampage and Ruckus also roll out the ring.  MDK is up and he goes for Cross who sends him flying with an arm drag, then another and a third!  MDK staggers up against the ropes and Cross leaps with a drop kick that knocks him backwards, over the top rope and onto his team mates on the floor!!  Cross works on his bad knee for a moment but the adrenaline is obviously flowing as he quickly hops to the top turnbuckle!!  The crowd are all on their feet as Cross sets himself on the top turnbuckle as the ORC stagger to their feet on the outside.  Cross leaps with a 450 plancha from the top turnbuckle to the floor!!!!!  The crowd pop is massive and a huge chant of ‘holy shit’ breaks out as Cross nails the move and wipes out all four members of the ORC!!! SC:  Wow!!  Sebastian Cross puts it all on the line once again with that death defying move from the top to the floor! SJ:  He’s nuts.  He should be locked up in a padded cell! Cross has completely changed the momentum of the match in his favour and his teams. Kovalenko is now back on his feet and looks to tag back in, but Cross won't give him the tag. SJ: This is the breaking point! The One Ring Circus come into the ring and a 4 on 2 begins not for the first time tonight. Kovalenko clotheslines MDK and Legion back over the top rope. Cross ducks a Ruckus shot and grabs Rampage and Irish Whips him into Viktor. The two collide and go over the top rope. SC: Cross just took out his own partner as well! Cross spins around and Ruckus looks to hit the 'Directors Cut', but Cross blocks the move and slaps Ruckus with the 'Re-Liberation' he makes the cover and gets the three count with the crowd on their feet chanting with the referee!!!! SC: THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT!!!! Cross rolls off of Ruckus and gets to his feet as the referee presents him with one half of the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships. Cross holds it in the air, but from off camera Kovalenko spears him to the ground!!!! SC: THE NEW CHAMPIONS HAVE IMPLODED!!!! Cross and Kovalenko roll on the canvass trading punches as the crowd are on their feet chating for 'Cross vs. Kovalenko'. LAO and his tema rush down and begin the seperation of the new Champions. SC: CROSS WANTS VIKTOR AND VIKTOR WANTS CROSS! LET THEM FIGHT! SJ: I think this place wants to see it so bad they might riot! SC: What does this mean for the Tag Team Championships! As the entire security team pulls them backstage the rest of the ORC stumble into the ring. Ruckus gets to his feet and MDK gets in his face and begins pointing and jawing at him. SJ: Scoop it's going to explode again right here! This Hard Steel has everyone's temperatures at red hot! Ruckus prods back and jaws some and then Rick Rampage steps between the two and tries to calm them down...before CLOTHESLINING RUCKUS TO THE MAT! SC: WHAT THE HELL! SJ: MUTINY!!!! Ruckus, Legion and MDK begin laying boots into Ruckus over and over again like a pack of wolves. Ornery Hillman then gets in the ring and tries to reasons with them it seems. The three stop. Ornery then turns to the entrance ramp...Ash Wilson and Domingo Cruz then come down. SC: What the hell is going on here? The two get in the ring. Look around and then THEY JOIN IN to the shock of the crowd. Ruckus is left for dead as the LAO security team cannot get down in time. SC: The security team had to deal with Cross and Viktor and couldn't get down in time to help Ruckus...this new blood...this new...new...One Ring Circus. SJ: Ornery and MDK have recruited the best...the T.F.W.F. better watch out! Winners, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: Sebastian Cross & Viktor Kovalenko [HARD STEEL REWIND: EVENTS OF THE NIGHT SO FAR...A MONTAGE OF THE HISTORY BETWEEN FALLEN ANGEL AND SCORPIO IS SHOWN AS WELL.] (RINGSIDE.) SC: What a bizzare night it has been Snoop. SJ: Even more than my internet wedding honeymoon... SC: ... SJ: What? SC: Well folks, the best to last, the true underdog story of Scorpio...can the metrosezual maestro...topple the standard in this business and by that I can only mean one man...Fallen Angel. Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match Fallen Angel (c) vs Scorpio (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship... *'COCHISE' - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS* (ARENA SHAKING HEAT. THE ARENA IS PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS AS THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE WITH THE WORDS 'THE CAREER KILLER' AND IMAGES OF FALLEN ANGEL CUTTING PROMOS AND PLAYING MIND GAMES WITH HIS OPPONENTS. THE FOOTAGE THEN CUTS TO SHOTS OF ANGEL BEATING DOWN VARIOUS FAMOUS TFWF STARS AS STROBE LIGHTS GO OFF ALL OVER THE ARENA AND SMOKE POURS OUT FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP. A HUGE PRYO ERUPTS FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON AS FALLEN ANGEL WALKS OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND ONTO THE STAGE. HE LOOKS AT THE FANS WITH DISTAIN BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE RAMP AND TOWARDS THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring, from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Fallen Angel!!! SC: No man can surely prepare to face this man in the ring Snoop. SJ: How do you prepare to face the standard...you cant...and thats why Scorpio is a deadman walking... JH: And his opponent... *'DON'T HATE ME' - NERF HERDER PLAYS* (DECENT POP. THE T.A.T. SHOWS A KALEIDOSCOPE OF COLOUR AND A VARIETY OF THE WRESTLER'S MOVES AS SCORPIO STEPS OUT ONTO THE STAGE AND SMIRKS. HE TAKES OFF SOME DESIGNER SUNGLASSES AND GOES TO HAND THEM TO A KID IN THE FRONT ROW.) JH: Making his way to the ring, from London, England... weighing in at 225lbs... 'The S-Factor' Scorpio!!! SC: All the sass and all the pizzaz whether you love him or hate him he has made a tremendous impact in the T.F.W.F.. SJ: On gay fans having an icon... The air is filled with electricity and brimming with tension as both superstars stand in their respective corners. The massive Career Killer smirks in Scorpio's direction as the Desert Sex superstar, looking all business tonight, goes to adjust his kneepads. A steadily-growing chant of "Scorpio" begins to break out in the arena, and it's here that the "S-Factor" cocks his head to the side, almost surprised at the support before the bell even rings. We can see a look of disgust on Angel's face as he surveys the cheering crowd, which only prompts the Oakland audience to chant even louder. They're soon brought to the middle of the ring by the referee, and the disparity in size between the champion and challenger is staggering. Locking eyes in a rather nasty exchange of glares, the two men say nothing to each other as the man in stripes checks them for weapons. This is the main event that everyone across the world has been waiting for -- and there aren't two people on the planet more ready for it than the two men in the ring. SC: Main event time, Snoop, and this is the night Scorpio's been working towards his whole career! SJ: Yeah, but too bad it's against the original Killer, himself, Fallen Angel. This is gonna be a massacre, Scoop. Just watch. With the okay from the referee, the timekeeper hits the bell to start the match, and it's Scorpio who fires off first with a flurry of forearms shivers to the champion! The crowd is going nuts at Scorpio's barrage of offense as Angel manages to absorb some of the blows before pie-facing Scorpio backwards, sending him rolling to the mat. Unswayed, the "S-Factor" gets right back to his feet and dashes forward again with another jumping forearm that sends Angel reeling into the turnbuckles. The blows just keep coming and coming as Angel can't seem to break Scorpio's rhythm, here! Finally, the referee steps in to separate the two men, much to the chagrin of both Scorpio and the fans. Stopping at the count of four, Scorpio is pushed off by the referee and steps back towards the middle of the ring, waving his arms up and down to get the crowd properly hyped up. The audience obliges with a roar of approval as the ref goes to check Angel, who shoves him away and lumbers towards the smaller superstar. Stepping forward with a right hand, Scorpio's agility allows him to duck it and move behind Angel, spinning him around and hitting another forearm out of nowhere! Angel stumbles for a moment while Scorpio grabs ahold of one of his opponent's arms, setting the big man up for an Irish whip. Reversal by Angel with Scorpio into the ropes now... Angel ducks for a back body drop -- but Scorpio backflipping off Angel's back! Angel turns around, now -- big-time enziguri to the side of the head from Scorpio that sends Angel staggering again! He dashes forward, but it's Scorpio who ducks down and wraps around Angel's leg for a lightning-quick school boy roll-up! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! SC: Oh, my! Scorpio, nearly with the upset! SJ: C'mon, Angel -- don't get too cocky! He's a primadonna scrub! Angel looking completely embarassed after having been caught completely unaware by Scorpio's roll-up counter. Taking a knee to try and process what just happened, Angel looks to Scorpio who merely responds with a "Thaaaaat close" gesture with his fingers. The crowd definitely gets a kick out of that as Scorpio gets back into a defensive stance, beckoning Angel to come forward. With a snarl, Fallen Angel complies and rushes towards Scorpio, but Scorpio's quick-thinking again allowing him to hit a basement dropkick to Angel's knees, causing him to fall face-first into the canvas. He gets to a crawl, but Scorpio bouncing off the ropes and coming through with a solid snap-dropkick to the side of Angel's head. Angel rolling towards the corner as he favors his head, but it's Scorpio who right up to the killer, unafraid. Angel grabs Scorpio and springboards him up and over almost over the top turnbuckle behind him, but Scorpio finds his footing and leaps off the turnbuckles, spins around in midair and nails a hurricanrana on Angel into a pinning combination! One! Two! KICKOUT AGAIN! Scorpio looking confident as ever as he quickly gets off the giant Killer, ready for more. The big man instantly springs to his feet, visibly frustrated now,  as struggles to regain his bearings. He roars, looking to come in again for a strike, but it's Scorpio's superior quickness that enables him to snag the Killer in a drop-toehold into the second rope! Angel's neck on the second rope... Scorpio eyeing the turnbuckles... he runs up, leaps off the top with some serious hangtime and connects with a guillotine legdrop to the back of Angel's head! The crowd jumps up as Scorpio manages to save himself from too much of a bad landing by holding onto the ropes. Angel, in a daze and looking for air, is clumsily staggering towards the center of the ring while Scorpio is on the apron, getting the crowd even more into it. He jumps to the top rope in an attempt to springboard off -- but Angel quickly turning with a desperate shove! He topples Scorpio off the rope with authority, sending him crashing to apron and then the arena floor! SC: God almighty, what a sickening landing... SJ: Crash and burn, Scoop! Crash and burn! And it's Angel quick to capitalize as he steps over the top rope and down to the floor. With Scorpio trying to make it to a crawl, it's Angel with a swift kick to the head that quells that attempt. Smirking, Angel grabs Scorpio by his hair to the boos of the crowd, before yanking him to his feet and slamming his head onto the top of the ring steps. The referee is in the middle of the ten-count as Angel looks up, sneering. He then grabs Scorpio, now sprawled on the ring steps, before hurling him into the ring barricade, back-frst. Snickering him to himself, he shrugs for the fans, pointing at Scorpio and mouthing, "That's it?" before shaking his head. There's a young fan in the front row with a Scorpio sign which Angel sees with narrowed eyes. Grabbing Scorpio again, the mammoth superstar drags him over to the fan and begins shouting the child's face, asking, "THIS is your hero?!" He then takes the liberty of clubbing Scorpio across the face before throwing him into the ring apron with a backbreaking thud. "Gimme a break," Angel says to the fan, shrugging him off. At this point, Scorpio is looking far less energetic than he was at the beginning of the match, using most of his energy to absorb these rather less-than-savory tactics from Angel in order to continue on. Trying slide back into the ring, a heavily-breathing Scorpio gets back inside the square circle with Angel in an almost predatory pursuit. Shaking his head at Scorpio, Angel picks him up and nails a ring-shaking bodyslam in the middle of the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, it's Angel who follows up with a jumping knee drop right across the throat that leaves Scorpio gasping for air! Going in for the pin, now -- one! Two! Kickout at two! Angel  with a sigh before lifting Scorpio to his feet again, and giving him a hard Irish whip into the corner. Scorpio thrown in with so much force that his legs actually fly as he hits the corner, and here comes Angel with a lariat! Huge move that sends Scorpio nearly up and over the top rope as Angel follows that up, now, with a blatant choke in the corner! The referee trying to stop the choke with a count before Angel lets go at the last second, shoving the ref away again to land some heavy kicks into Scorpio's gut. Scorpio starting to droop after the second and third kick... and here's Angel pulling him out of the corner for a vertical suplex! He lifts the smaller superstat up into the air and holds him in an impressive display of strength... and instead of falling back, converts it into a spinning jackhammer slam! What a move as he goes into the cover again! One! TWO! ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM SCORPIO! SC: No calculated offense here, Snoop -- Angel's just bringing that smash-mouth power style into play here to keep Scorpio grounded. SJ: And it's working! Let's see Scorpio try to outquick Angel with a mangled spine, hah. SC: I don't think Scorpio's giving up anytime soon, partner. That golden ticket was hell to get -- and if there's anyone who's going to make good on that title opportunity, it's Scorpio... Not wanting to give Scorpio any time to recover, Angel lifts Scorpio back to his feet and goes for an Irish whip. Scorpio off the ropes, now, into a HIGH back body drop from Angel! He crashes to the mat with authority as Angel goes for a series of stomps all over Scorpio's shoulders and neck, no doubt setting Scorpio up for the Cradle of Darkness somewhere down the line. Scorpio, however, showing some serious underdog fire as he continues to try and get up -- something that elicits quite the reaction from Angel who responds with an even angrier series of stomps and kick. Eventually, he just gets sick of it all and pulls Scorpio to his feet, clinching the "S-Factor" around the neck and nailing some serious knees into Scorpio's abdomen. We can actually hear Scorpio crying in pain from each knee-strike as the audience starts to chant his name. They're rather low at first, but begin to pick up steam with each blow from Angel. After the sixth strike, Angel just makes the cutthroat gesture and pulls Scorpio in for a powerbomb attempt. He lifts Scorpio up onto his shoulders, but Scorpio whips his head forward to increase the momentum! He tumbles over Angel with a sunset flip which really gets the crowd on the edge of their seats... but Angel rolls back onto his feet and unleashes a devastating running, low Yakuza kick to Scorpio's jaw. The crowd begins booing big time at Angel's attack... but get even louder as a few visitors begin making their way down the entrance ramp! SC: Dammit, Snoop -- it's the rest of TCK! What are they doing here?! SJ: Moral support, you idiot. Don't YOU have fri-- wait, forget it. Jonnah Street, JC McDonald, and Shane Anderson look rather banged up from their earlier matches. eventually make their way down to the ring, with Angel absolutely beaming to see his fellow Career Killers. He then turns his attention towards Scorpio, now getting to his feet, and hits pair of solid right hands to Scorpio's face. Scorpio backing up into the ropes... Irish whip from Angel... Angel goes for a clothesline but Scorpio ducks it! He bounces off the opposite ropes and lets out a loud warcry before hitting Angel with a running calf kick out of nowhere! The crowd livens up big-time as Scorpio favors his neck and nails Angel with a fiery right hand, stunning him! He hits another, and another with Angel looking to counter, but it's blocked by Scorpio who goes for a kick to the stomach and a rocker dropper that plants Angel to the floor! Starting to feel a second wind now, Scorpio gets fired up and runs the ropes, hops over Angel's prone body and hits a lionsault that finds its mark! Cover! ONE! TWO! THR--KICKOUT! Scorpio looking just devastated as the crowd drums up another "Scorpio" chant. The "S-Factor" takes note of this and nods his head, trying to get the fans more into it as the Oakland crowd begins to explode with support. The Killers on the outside are trying to quell the cheering, but Scorpio's a man on a mission as he eyes Angel, "framing" him with his hands for one last ditch move on the massive Career Killer. Angel at a knee as Scorpio goes for a shining wizard, but Angel ducks! He shoves Scorpio away and gets to his feet -- but SCORPIO COMES WITH A SUPERKICK THAT NEARLY SENDS ANGEL'S HEAD INTO THE THIRD ROW! Scorpio goes for the cover... but the referee is being distracted by Jonnah Street on the ring apron! The crowd counts off the pin -- ONE! TWO! THREE! But it's too late for the refereee who slides into position, only to knock off a two-count! SJ: Gotta love the numbers game, Scoop! SC: Dammit, Scorpio should be our TFWF world champion right now! Scorpio, completely dejected now, tries to get Angel to his feet, but it promptly denied with a shot to the stomach. The crowd is booing quite vehemently at this point as Angel wastes no time and hits a Death Valley driver on the "S-Factor." He goes for the cover, and only snags a two-count! The Killers on the outside are fuming, gesturing it was a slow count as Angel narrows his eyes and drop a leg across Scorpio's throat. He pulls him up to his feet and gestures that it's finished as he pulls Scorpion for a "Cradle of Darkness." Lifting his legs into the air, Scorpio flails his legs to counter the move and succeeds! Angel with a clubbing blow to Scorpio's back, and Angel goes for it again! Once more, Angel is denied as Scorpio eventually pulls away. He's caught by Angel with a knife-edge chop, and is thrown into the corner via an Irish whip! Angel rushing in with a bull charge, but here's Scorpio leaping to the second rope and flipping right over Fallen Angel who crashes into the ring post! Angel dazed and moving towards the center of the ring as Scorpio tries to hit a corkscrew roundhouse kick -- but Angel ducks! He then spins into a discus lariat... but Scorpio with a block, and what's this?!? THE PARARAZZI FLASH OUT OF NOWHERE!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER AS THE PANICKED KILLERS TRY TO SLIDE INTO THE RING! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! SC: Oh my GOD, SNOOP! SCORPIO HAS CASHED IN HIS GOLDEN TICKET AND NOW HAS THE TFWF CHAMPIONSHIP TO SHOW FOR IT! SJ: This is a TRAVESTY! Check the replay, god dammit, that HAD to have been TWO! And just as Jaycee Hall is about to announce Scorpio as your NEW TFWF champion, it's the Killers and newly-revived Angel who lay the beating of all beatings on the exhausted "S-Factor." It's an absolute mugging as Jonnah flattens Scorpio with a "Streets Apart," leading into a full-force "Perfecto" from JC McDonald. Barking at fellow Killer, Shane Anderson, to get a steel chair from outside the ring, Angel mounts Scorpio and begins dropping some serious bombs on Scorpio's face -- bloodying him majorly in the process. Anderson comes back with the chair and drops it in the middle of the ring, stomping Scorpio as Angel follows up with that elusive "Cradle of Darkness" on a steel chair. The crowd is absolutely livid, and is throwing trash into the ring at the Killers who raise their arms up in celebration over this potential new kill. (MEANWHILE, WE CUT TO THE EARL'S OFFICE WHERE WE SEE THE TFWF FIGUREHEAD LOOKING LIKE QUITE THE WORRIED WRECK. WATCHING THE EVENTS TRANSPIRING IN THE RING ON A TELEVISION, THE EARL JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD AND BURIES HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS. IT'S HERE THAT JACK HONDO BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR, LIMPING ON HIS ANKLE, LOOKING QUITE BATTERED HIMSELF, BUT FIERY, NONETHELESS.) JH: Are you happy, now?! Hmm?! There's your new champion, and THAT'S his celebration?! Jesus Christ, Earl, get your shit together and do something -- ANYTHING -- to stop this! EOC: ...I CAN'T! JH: Can't or won't?! EOC: ... JH: Well, then, dammit -- if you're not gonna do anything about this? I WILL. (ANGRY AND DISAPPOINTED, HONDO FLIPS A CHAIR OVER AND BEGINS TO LEAVE THE OFFICE, SLAMMING THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. WE THEN CUT TO HONDO COMING DOWN THE HALLWAY ON HIS WAY TO THE GENERAL TFWF LOCKER ROOM, BUT HE'S SUDDENLY BLINDSIDED BY THE HYENAS IN THE ONE-RING CIRCUS. EVERYONE MINUS RUCKUS POUNCES ON HONDO, CHIMING IN WITH KICKS AND STOMPS THAT LEAVE THE BLUE-COLLAR HERO OUT OF COMMISSION IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CORRIDOR. THE ORC SIMPLY LAUGH IT UP BEFORE HILLMAN GESTURES FOR THEM THAT IT'S "ALMOST TIME.") (WE THEN CUT BACK TO INSIDE THE RING, WHERE THE KILLERS HAVE NOT LET UP ON SCORPIO. CONTINUING THEIR VICIOUS BEATING ON THE NEW CHAMPION, THE KILLERS OCCASIONALLY THROW GARBAGE BACK INTO THE AUDIENCE, WHEN SUDDENLY, WE SEE DRAGON DEMONICO AND CHESTER ADDISON COME SPRINTING DOWN THE RING!) SJ: What the hell is this, now?! (DEMONICO AND ADDISON GO RIGHT FOR THE KILLERS AND ARE DOING THEIR BEST TO TRY AND HOLD OFF TCK OFF OF SCORPIO, BUT THE NUMBERS ARE JUST TOO MUCH. THAT IS, UNTIL ANOTHER SUPERSTAR COMES RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP... WEARING AN "HIW" SHIRT?) SC: Oh my God, Snoop -- that's DEKA ZUKITO FROM HIW! SJ: What's he doing here? SC: I don't know, but business is starting to pick up! (NOW, THE NUMBERS ARE STARTING TO EVEN UP AS IT'S THREE ON FOUR RIGHT NOW... BUT HERE'S THE ORC COMING DOWN AS WELL TO GET THEIR SHOT AT THE KILLERS!) SC: HILLMAN AND THE ONE-RING CIRCUS?! WHAT DO THEY HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?! SJ: Looks like the gauntlet's been thrown down here in Oakland, Scoop! I LOVE THE TFWF! (SUDDENLY, IT'S THE KILLERS VS. HIW VS. THE ONE-RING CIRCUS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, BATTLING IT OUT WITH THE CHAMPION ROLLED OUT OF THE RING. IT'S COMPLETE PANDEMONIUM IN THE SQUARED CIRCLE THAT ONLY GETS MORE CHAOTIC AS VARIOUS TFWF SUPERSTARS COME POURING OUT FROM THE BACK TO SHOW THAT THEY'RE THE LIFEBLOOD OF THE COMPANY -- NOT TCK, NOT HILLMAN, AND CERTAINLY NOT A RIVAL COMPANY. THE RING FILLED WITH BODIES GOING AFTER EACH OTHER IS THE LAST SHOW WE SEE, AS PICK UP, EVER-SO-SLIGHTLY, AN "HIW" CHANT FROM SOME WITHIN THE CROWD...) Winner, via pinfall and NEW Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Scorpio (END SHOW.)