December 23rd 2004
Hampden Stadium - Glasgow, Scotland One of the T.F.W.F PPV events, Ice Storm always heats
up the winter nights.
One of the T.F.W.F PPV events, Ice Storm always heats up the winter nights.
[FLASHBACK: A QUICK MONTAGE OF THE HISTORY OF THIS YEAR'S ACTION IS SHOWN BEFORE SETTLING ON MORE RECENT EVENTS. THE SHOCK RETURN OF THE MANAGEMENT IS FEATURED ANNOUNCING THIS BLOCKBUSTER MAIN EVENT ON 22/11. SINCE THEN THE FALL OUT OF THIS MATCH IS SHOWN, THE AT FIRST UNEASY SCALLY AND LEGEND ALLIANCE, SCALLY AND TWISTS TITLE CELEBRATION ON 27/11, THE FOUR MAN BRAWL 4/12, HL AND SCALLY FALL OUT ON 11/12 LEADING TO MAKE A LOFTING THE WORLD TITLE, 13/12 ANOTHER HUG BRAWL THIS TIME ANGEL LOFTING THE WORLD TITLE FINALLY SETTLING ON THE FOUR FINISHER BRAWL ON THE 18/12.]
*'ROCKS' - PRIMAL SCREAM PLAYS*
(HAMPDEN STADIUM IS LIGHT UP WITH A FANTASTIC PYRO DISPLAY FOR ICE STORM 2004. THE CROWD NOISE IS SOMEWHAT DEAFENING AS THEY REALLY GET INTO THE PPV SPECTACULAR. THE CAMERA PANS AROUND THE ARENA WITH A LOT OF PRO GRUNT SIGNS AND ANTI AARON ROBERTS ONES. HOWEVER, SOME OTHER ONES OF NOTE INCLUDE 'HELLBOUND STOLE CHRISTMAS', 'GLASGOW LOVES SCALLYS' AND 'FUCK OFF BACK TO ENGLAND LEARY'. FINALLY THE CAMERA SHOT SETTLES ON THE DECKED OUT SCOOP AND SNOOP SITTING AT RINGSIDE IN TUXEDOS.)
SC: Welcome one and all to Glasgow, Scotland. The T.F.W.F. welcomes you to it's holiday present for you the fans...it's Ice Storm 2004. Beside me as always the T.F.W.F.'s own grinch, Snoop Jones.
SJ: Bah humbug!
SC: As usual entering into the holiday spirit of things. Well tonight folks you are going to witness a tremendous send off to the year all 6 titles are on the line in what is a 9 match card all together. Included in this 6 title card is the Main Event, arguably the four biggest names in professional wrestling at this time in a fatal four way elimination contest with the Undisputed World Championship on the line.
SJ: You want to talk about Christmas cheer Scoop, there will be plenty to celebrate in the Hellbound Holiday Bash tonight because Smythe and Holliday are going to retain the Tag titles...JC is going to win the Intercontinental title...and of course the main man, the career ender...the man who has been the centre piece of 2004 T.F.W.F., Fallen Angel will justly regain the World title.
SC: That could well happen, but three men stand in his way including the reigning Champion The Ultimate Scally the man who beat him at Autumn Annihilation 5.
SJ: All these Maker fans, these Hardcore Legend fans, these Scally fans better recognise that it's all immaterial cause the Career Ender just like Santa has a list and on that list is the names of those three careers he will end tonight!
SC: Speaking of careers, two men
start their careers tonight as '2J' Jim Jones and Beoux Brown face off! Let's go
to Jaycee Hall!
'2J' Jim Jones
Beoux Brown vs '2J' Jim Jones
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*'GENERIC INTRO MUSIC' PLAYS*
(CROWD BOO. '2J' JIM JONES WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND THRUSTS HIS HANDS IN THE AIR IN AN ARROGANT MATTER.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlantic City, New Jersey...weighing 260 pounds...'2J' Jim Jones!!!
SC: 6'4, 260 a pretty solid package here in the form of Jones, Snoop, not overly liked by this crowd either.
SJ: I wonder what the '2J' stands for...
SC: Will you be serious...
JH: And his opponent...
*'CAJUN PARTY' - WAYNE TOUPS PLAYS*
(DECENT NEW FACE REACTION. BROWN WALKS ONTO THE STAGE AND SIGNALS FOR HIS PIG TO JOIN HIM.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from New Orleans, Louisiana...weighing 320 pounds...Beoux Brown!!!
SC: Nicknamed the Rajun Cajun, man he is going to be a handful in the T.F.W.F.. Snoop your verdict.
SJ: We just got rid of Fido the Goat...now we got a pig...what is this place a damn animal sanctuary!
Brown begins talking to the pig which ushers try and pull away from ringside. As Brown argues the call Jones jumps him from behind with some clubbing blows to the back of the head. Jones slams Brown's head hard into the turnbuckle with some repeated force. Brown turns around and smiles as it seems to have no effect on the big man. He pushes Jones across the ring and follows up with a massive running clothesline taking Jones down hard to the mat and impressing the Scottish crowd. Jones gets up and Brown backs him into the corner with a series of rights and lefts. Jones misses a return punch himself and Brown capatilizes by picking up Jones and ramming his back hard into the opposite turnbuckle.
SC: Brown not taking any crap at 6'8 and 320, he totally outsizes Jones at 6'4 and 260. What tactics will both men need?
SJ: Brown needs to get that pig back as it seems to be the brains of his team.
SC: Will you be serious!
Brown continues his corner assault prior to sending Jones hard into the ropes, as Jones rebounds he is met by a capture spinebuster which gets an appreciative 'awww' from the crowd. His pin attempt is met by a two count before Jones gets his shoulders up from the mat. Jones is pulled to his feet by Brown who scores a stalling suplex which shakes the ring. Jones tries to get up quickly, but Brown lays him out with a killer clothesline.
SC: This is all Beoux Brown in the early going here.
SJ: Yes, but at over 300 pounds, he is going tire very quickly.
Brown picks up Jones, but Jones is able to score an elbow to the ribs to by his some time. He then follows up with a pretty unorthodox drop kick, which has enough pressure to get Brown tangled in the ropes. The crowd boo as Jones takes advantage of this and kicks the helpless Brown in the face. Jones throws Brown over the top rope with some viciousness as he follows him to the outside of the ring throwing the fellow rookie hard into the steel steps. Jones taunts the crowd who let him know they don't appreciate the cocky debutant.
Jones throws Brown into the ring and slides in after him, cockily going for a pin and getting a two count before Brown's shoulder pops up. Jones gets Brown to his feet and immediately slams the big man back down, following up with an elbow drop to the face which has Brown in a lot of trouble.
SC: The tank seems a little empty now as Jones seems in firm control of this match all of a sudden Snoop.
SJ: Told you, without that pig oinking in his ear the Rajun Cajun is more like a bottle of sloppy Ragu!
SC: I wouldn't go that far...
Jones continues to pound fists in the body of Brown causing the big man some uncomfort he goes for a face buster, but Brown blocks it and goes for one of his own only to give Jones a small window in which he scores a nasty thumb to the eyes followed by a lethal looking ddt, again a shoddy cover allows Brown to get his shoulder up. Jones gets to his feet and begins arguing with the referee in which case the Scottish crowd let him have it with 'Asshole' chants. Returning to Brown, Jones picks him up and tries to suplex him, but Brown blocks it twice before returning the favour onto Jones. He gets a two count on the cover.
SC: Both men are down here Snoop, Jones is getting up first.
SJ: Desperation move from Brown, but the fat kid from the South hasn't got anything left.
Jones pulls Brown to his feet and throws him hard into the ropes and follows up a clothesline, but Brown ducks and nails him with a neckbreaker to a huge crowd roar. Jones seems out for the count as Brown gets a second wind and rises to his feet he flips over the dazed Jones and locks him in the 'Crawdaddy Cracker', Jones immediately falls limp and hits the mat in a hell of a lot of pain.
SC: From nowhere Beoux Brown has made Jim Jones tap to win his first ever PPV match in the T.F.W.F.. What a night for this young star.
SJ: I am shocked...all I am asking is he doesnt involve that stupid pig!
Brown throws his hands into the air in jubilant celebration as the Scottish crowd cheer him on.
Winner, via submission: Beoux Brown
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO JC MCDONALD STANDING WITH BILL HOLLIDAY.)
BH: Tonight is about the gold JC, tonight...after we retain these Tag titles...after you become the Intercontinental Champion...and of course Fallen Angel regains the World title...we will once again prove their is no power greater than Hellbound.
JM: I am moments away from achieving greatness Doc, moments away from writing my name in the history books. Moments away from proving the prophets true, that I am the future of wrestling!
(ALL OF A SUDDEN SEAN SMYTHE WALKS IN.)
SS: The future is now my friend, tonight is your night tonight is a night when all of your touteledge under me forfills it's destiny.
JM: Hold up Sean! Toutelege...
JM: You might have been a mentor Sean, but remember if I followed your every move, I would lose tonight since you can't seem to beat Twist.
(MCDONALD WALKS OFF CHUCKLING. SMYTHE DOESN'T LOOK OVER IMPRESSED HE TURNS TO HOLLIDAY.)
SS: Who does he think he is speaking to me like that.
BH: He is the future Sean...much like Hellbound is still the future, shame sometimes cowboy I wonder if you are going to be living in the past forever.
(HOLLIDAY GRABS HIS HALF OF THE TAG TITLES AND WALKS OFF. SMYTHE LOOKS EXTREMELY UNIMPRESSED WITH THE VERBAL BASHING HE HAS RECEIVED FROM THE YOUNG HELLBOUND CREW.)
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE MANAGEMENT HE IS WANDERING THROUGH THE HALLS TALKING TO SOME UNKNOWN PEOPLE WHEN HE BUMPS INTO SNIFF.)
SN: Sir, could you spare a minute?
MG: Sniff can you not see I am busy?
SN: But sir, the public have a right to know, who have you resigned to the T.F.W.F.?
MG: Sniff...it might be the season to be jolly, but it is also the season to be patient.
(THE MANAGEMENT PATS SNIFF ON THE BACK AND CONTINUES ABOUT HIS BUSINESS.)
(ACTION GOES BACK TO THE RINGSIDE AREA WITH SCOOP AND SNOOP.)
SC: Still we are left in the dark on who this man is who has resigned for T.F.W.F..
SJ: As long as he falls back in line with procedure that is fine, it's all about Hellbound.
Ashton Manley vs Mr. Showtime
[FLASHBACK: MANLEY'S UNDEFEATED STREAK IS HIGHLIGHTED AS WELL AS HIS ALTERCATION LAST WEEK INVOLVING SHOWTIME AND THE MERCHANDISE STAND.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*‘MOVIES’ – ALIEN ANT FARM PLAYS*
(CROWD BOO. SHOWTIME WALKS OUT AND PAUSES ON THE RAMP. HE LOOKS ACROSS THE CROWD, THEN RAISES HIS ARMS AND GOLDEN PYRO FALLS FROM THE CEILING BEHIND HIM. SHOWTIME WALKS DOWN TO THE RING AND CLIMBS IN.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Hollywood, California…weighing 220 pounds…Mr. Showtime!!!
SC: Showtime certainly seems a lot more annoyed these days Snoop.
SJ: I prefer this more volitile Showtime, it's about time he stepped up instead of being such a pussy like he was with Fido. In fact he told me if he loses to thiis piece of trash Manley tonight....he will retire from the T.F.W.F.!
JH: And his opponent...
*'THE ONE AND ONLY' CHEESNEY HAWKES PLAYS*
(DECENT CROWD POP. ASHTON MANLEY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE, SPINNING AROUND IN A CIRCLE BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Sydney, Australia…weighing 200 pounds…Ashton Manley!!!
SC: Undefeated since he came into the T.F.W.F. and apparently now could finish the carerr of Mr. Showtime, Snoop what a match live here in Scotland.
SJ: Finish him Showtime, your the only star in the T.F.W.F. not the 'Iconic Entertainment Show'
SC: I found it quite an entertaining show actually...
The match begins with Ashton and Showtime locking up in the centre of the ring. Ashton quickly grabbed the advantage and used an arm drag to take Showtime down. Ashton followed up with a leg drop and a cover but for only a one count. Ashton dragged Showtime around a few times using a nice blend of speed and technical mat skills in order to stay on top of his opponent. Ashton then attempted to whip Showtime into a set of turnbuckles however Showtime reversed this attempt and slammed Ashton into the corner. Ashton fell back as Showtime rolled Ashton up with his foot on the ropes, getting a very long 2-count. Ashton looks angry at this as the crowd boo.
SC: Look at the cheap tactics used there by Mr. Showtime!
SJ: Sometimes it’s just gotta be that way, Scoop., particularly when someone like Manley is involved. Thinks he is so cool cause he has his own show...
Showtime follows up with a few mudhole stomps and a sickening DDT. Ashton is able to kick out before the three count of an attempted pinfall from Showtime. Showtime then seems to take advantage for about a minute, using moves like a suplex and an arm drag in order to bring Ashton down to the mat. Showtime then follows up by locking a sleeper hold on the fallen Ashton. The fans in attendance then slowly start to get behind Ashton in order to motivate him out of this hold. Ashton is then able to power out of it by standing to his feet and delivering swift elbows to the mid section.
SC: Ashton is powering quite well out of that sleeper hold Snoop…
SJ: It’s the only fight back he’ll get before Mr. Showtime mops the floor with his sorry ass!
Ashton fights back into the match up with some more elbows followed up with a snapmare. Showtime quickly picks himself back up to his feet as Ashton charges for a clothesline. Showtime ducks the clothesline and backs up to counter with a superkick, however Ashton is able to duck this and leg sweep Showtime for a 2-count. Ashton then bounces off the ropes with a lionsault into a cover for another 2-count. Ashton then lifts Showtime up with some swift boots to the mid-section before giving him a spinning heel kick. Ashton then climbs for the top rope and comes off with a leg drop, yet Showtime moves out of the way. Ashton goes crashing to the mat as Showtime tries to catch a breather. Showtime then turns to Ashton and lays some boots into him before hitting a diamond cutter. Showtime then laughs out loud before scaling the top turnbuckles. This gets a mixed reaction from the fans, that is until Showtime stands on the top turnbuckle and flips the capacity crowd the bird, therefore changing the sounds to a chorus of loud boos. As Ashton pulls himself up to his feet, he turns around as Showtime leaps off with 'The Main Eventer' yet Ashton’s lightning reflexes come to life when he leaps into the air and gives Showtime a sickening dropkick to the kidney. Showtime is holding his stomach in pain as Ashton wastes no time in scaling the turnbuckles and coming off with the 'Ashes to Ashes'. This is followed up with a cover, the three count and the finish to a nice match up.
Winner, via pinfall: Ashton Manley
SC: What a fantastic win here for Manley over Showtime as he keeps his winning streak alive!
SJ: A dejected Showtime in the ring knowing his career is over.
Showtime stands in the ring alone as the crowd give him a standing ovation appreciating his efforts over the last 4-5 years in the T.F.W.F.. Showtime acknowledges the cheers as he makes his way to the back.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE PEACEMAKER STANDING WITH ARMAGEDDON, VINCHENZO AND GRUNT.)
PM: Tonight, I want to introduce you all to the newest member of The Vigilantes, the woman who is going to lead us to the top of the pecking order. My sister...Lilith Rancor!
(A SULTRY GOTHIC WOMAN WALKS ONTO THE SCENE. SHE STANDS IN FRONT OF THE MEN.)
LR: A father and son are involved in a car crash...the father dies instantly, the boy is rushed to hospital. On arrival the doctor says 'I can't operate on this patient, it is my son.' How is this possible?
(THE VIGILANTES LOOK DUMBSTRUCK, THE PEACEMAKER SMILES A LITTLE COY.)
V: His father came back to life?
A: He was adopted?
(LILITH SHAKES HER HEAD.)
LR: Gentlemen, this disturbs me, although doesn't surprise me, the answer is the doctor is his mother...it was a tool to teach stereotypical views that people in power, authority and good jobs are always men. This is the strerotype I will break with the Vigilantes, the first female leader in the history of the T.F.W.F..
G: Ach hang on...
LR: You wanted to say something Grunt?
G: There ain't no way that the G-Force is being bossed around by some bint, no it's either me or her...
(GRUNT LOOKS FOR SUPPORT ON FACES IT DOESN'T FALL. LILITH SMILES.)
LR: Looks like you haven't got a lot of support Grunt.
G: Ach well lassie, I donna need it, you see tonight in front of the people of Scotland, my people, not any of you...I am going to become the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion.
(GRUNT BEGINS TO WALK OUT AND STOPS. HE TURNS AROUND.)
G: Oh and by the way....
(HE SLUGS PEACEMAKER AND KNOCKS HIM TO THE FLOOR UNCONSCIOUS, YOU CAN HEAR THE CROWD ROAR THROUGHOUT THE ARENA.)
G: Fuck you Lucas!
(ARMAGEDDON AND VINCHENZO STAND SHELL SHOCKED AS GRUNT WALKS OUT AND LILITH IS LEFT TENDING TO HER BROTHER WHO LAYS OUT COLD ON THE FLOOR.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.)
SC: Unbelievable scenes Snoop, this crowd still buzzing as their home town hero knocked out The Peacemaker and left The Vigilantes!
SJ: Even more exciting how hot is Maker's sister...grrrr...I best give her the tour of T.F.W.F. offices.
SC: (sigh) Let's go to Jaycee...
Blake True vs Vinchenzo
[FLASHBACK: ACTION FROM THE NEW SUPERSTAR BLAKE TRUE IS SHOWN INCLUDING HIS ACTIONS DIRECTED TOWARDS THE FEATURELY CHALLENGED VINCHENZO. HIS ATTACK ON VINCHENZO DURING HIS NEWS PAPER ARTICLE INTERVIEW IS HIGHLIGHTED AS WELL AS HIS TAG VICTORY THE OTHER WEEK OVER VINCHENZO AND GRUNT TEAM.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...
*’SIMPLY THE BEST’ – TINA TURNER PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. A VIDEO PICKS UP WITH TRUE STANDING IN A MONTAGE OF CUT OUTS OF MOVIE STARS LOOKING LIKE THEY ARE REAL. A VIDEO MONTAGE OF TRUE BEING TRUE WITH HIS ENTOURAGE IS ALSO SHOWN. TRUE WALKS TO THE RING LOOKING VERY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Hollywood, California…weighing 218 pounds…Blake True!!!
SC: We spoke of Manley's undefeated streak earlier well this man also has one on the go and despite being the most arrogant piece of crap I have ever come across he is one hell of an in ring talent.
SJ: He is amazing, you got to love Blake 'To Good To Be' True!
JH: And his opponent...
*’HOLY DIVER’ – DIO PLAYS*
(MIXED CROWD REACTION. VINCHENZO EMERGES TO THE APPROVAL OF THE FANS WHO GIVE HIM A NICE POP. SPORTING HIS ‘V-WEAR’ SHIRT HE GOES DOWN THE RAILING TO GIVE THE FANS HIGH FIVES BEFORE ENTERING THE RING AND POSING FOR THE AUDIENCE.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Boston, Massachussettes...weighing 202 pounds...Vinchenzo!!!
SC: He might be ugly, he might not have style, he might not even known how to spell class, but the kid has guts and he is going to give Blake True a run for his money.
SJ: Your emmotional speaches suck...
The match starts with Vinchenzo charging at True and taking him down with a spear. He lands some hard punches to the face of True before picking him up and whipping him off the ropes, he goes for a clothesline but True ducks it and then slides out of the ring to the outside. The crowd boo as True is immediately pampered by his entourage! Blake is handed a bottle of water and takes a swig before spitting it on the floor. He looks at the bottle and realises it is not Evian and throws it to the ground in a rage. Just as he does so Vinchenzo flips over the top rope and lands a great plancha onto Blake which pops the crowd!!
SC: I think Blake True needs to stop worrying about what type of water he’s got at ringside and start concentrating on Vinchenzo.
SJ: A man as good as Blake needs to be sure everything in the match is perfect. One slip up in his preparation could throw him off his game plan.
SC: Please, all water tastes the same.
SJ: Not to someone as classy as Blake True!
Vinchenzo rolls True back in the ring and goes for a cover but Blake kicks out after a one count. Vinchenzo starts to stomp away at True before picking him up and hitting a nice back suplex. Vinchenzo goes to the top rope and looks for a splash but True rolls out the way. He gets to his feet laughing at Vinchenzo before kicking away at him viciously!! He lifts Vinchenzo up and hits a gut wrench suplex, but True holds on and then hits a German suplex, and holds on into another German suplex, then another and another!! The crowd are booing True as he stomps on Vinchenzo again before whipping him into the corner. He follows up with a monkey flip and then runs at the ropes and hits a great looking assai moonsault off the middle rope onto Vinchenzo. He makes the cover, 1….2….Vinchenzo kicks out just in time.
SC: Now we are starting to see the real wrestling skill that Blake True has. He may act like an idiot out of the ring, but when he’s faced with a wrestling match, he’s one of the best in the TFWF.
SJ: An idiot out of the ring? How dare you say such a thing. I hope your ready for the multi million pound law suit Blake will be launching against you in the morning!
Blake is in control of the match as he whips Vinchenzo off the ropes and hits a back drop before going to the middle rope on the inside and hitting a nice looking leg drop. He makes the cover, 1….2…Vinchenzo kicks out again. Blake looks furious as he slides out of the ring, he starts complaining to his PA as the crowd hurl more abuse at him. His PA takes hold of the mic.
PA: You ignorant English wannabe’s! Why don’t you show some respect to the man who had lunch with Jude Law whilst talking on his mobile to non other than…….. Victoria Beckham!
The crowd roar as Vinchenzo flies off the top turn buckle and straight onto Blake and his PA! Vinchenzo fires down lefts and rights as Blake tries to block the vicious blows. Vinchenzo throws Blake back into the ring who is now crawling on his hands and knees, he slowly makes his way to the corner of the ring. Vinchenzo follows Blake laughing.
SC: Vinchenzo looks to have control of Blake! What’s this? The crowd are singing Britney Spears’ new hit!
Blake catches Vinchenzo by quickly sweeping his feet , he looks furious as the crowd sing along to the Christmas smash hit. Blake picks up Vinchenzo and hits a sickening brain buster! Vinchenzo looks out as Blake climbs the top rope, he flies through the air and lands a perfect five star frog splash.
SJ: What a move! Goodnight Vinchenzo!
SC: Blake doesn’t look finished yet.
Blake signals to his entourage who are screaming on their boss. Vinchenzo slowly gets to his feet, Blake kicks Vinchenzo in the stomach and looks set for a power bomb. He lifts his opponent up in the air and holds the position letting Vinchenzo dangle down. Blake hooks Vinchenzo’s arms with his legs and plants a crushing variation of the landing pin! Blake goes for the pin 1…2…3! The entourage pile in the ring and lift Blake up onto their shoulders, the crowd boo as Blake is carried around the ring, tears running down his face.
SC: A new move there by Blake True to win this match
SJ: It’s called ‘True Class’ dummy, only us celebrities know about it.
SC: Since when have you been a celebrity?
The crowd continue to boo Blake as he is carried around the ring by his entourage. He is placed on the top turnbuckle and waves to the fans as a small hairless dog is handed to him. Blake is so happy as Vinchenzo rolls out of the ring to the outside.
Winner, via pinfall: Blake True
True continues to be carried down the aisle way, crying when he stops and asks to be dropped down. He wipes away the tears and runs back to the ring. As Vinchenzo has got to his feet True lamps him with a chair shot to the back of the head knocking him out cold. He viciously assaults Vinchenzo with a chair as the bell ring frantically for him to stop.
SC: The damn match is over what the hell is he doing!
SJ: My monitor is on the fritz I only have still images of True crying on the back of the best damn entourage I have ever seen what an emmotional moment.
After he has laid Vinchenzo
in a pool of blood. True doses his eyes with water and resumes his position
on the shoulder of his entourage being carried out to some of the biggest
crowd heat of the night.
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO SNIFF STANDING WITH A COUPLE OF T.F.W.F. LEGENDS IN THE FORM OF TREMERE, PHENOM AND KILLBOY.)
SN: Gentlemen, three of the greatest Hardcore wrestlers ever to walk into the T.F.W.F. ring and of course tonight this Scottish crowd, will be cheering on the G-Force as he attempts to become the 10 time Hardcore Champion.
TR: Being one of only two men ever to eclipse 10 Hardcore title reigns in the T.F.W.F. Sniff I have to say you got to take off your hat to this man.
KB: Or slap him on the back with a barbwire bat which ever you prefer...
(THE FOUR MEN LAUGH WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN AARON ROBERTS APPEARS.)
AR: Oh haha very funny, you know the only funny thing I see in front of me is the careers of you three, tragically ended so early because you unlike me weren't great Hardcore Champions...
SN: Aaron Roberts you are talking to three of the big names of this division.
AR: No, what I am talking to is three hasbeens, I am the future of this federation, I am what the Hardcore division is all about...
P: Hold on kiddo...
(PHENOM STEPS IN FRONT OF TREMERE AND KILLBOY.)
P: Your talking to three of the men who made that title you got...something worth fighting for...we made this division.
AR: Well you didn't make me...
P: Wrong, cause you know that man who has re-signed for the T.F.W.F., that man is me!
(CROWD CAN BE HEARD POPPING, TREM, KB AND SNIFF LOOK SHOCKED ROBERTS ISNT PLEASED.)
P: And as for making you...when play resumes for the Phenom...I plan on making you my bitch!!!
(THE CROWD RORAR AGAIN. ROBERTS FAKES TO BACK AWAY. PHENOM TURNS AROUND TO CONTINUE HIS INTERVIEW WHEN ROBERTS SLAMS THE HARDCORE TITLE INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD KNOCKING HIM DOWN BEFORE HIGHTAILING IT OFF THE SCENE.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO RINGSIDE.)
SC: Unbelievable scenes, Phenom is returning to the T.F.W.F. and Roberts just took him out!
SJ: Haha, not so hardcore now are we Phenom.
SC: I am sure the Phenomenal Hardcore Machine Of Man will have words with AR once he is back fully on the roster on the first Mayhem of 2005.
European Title Match
[FLASHBACK: SCENES FROM THE MANAGEMENT NAMING THE EUROPEAN TITLE TOURNAMENT ARE MESHED IN WITH BOTH MCCLAIN AND PECT'S TRIPS TO THE FINALS WERE MCCLAIN WAS VICTORIOUS. ACTION IS ALSO SEEN WITH MCCLAIN SIGNALLING HE BELIEVES MITCHELL WILL BE THE 'XFACTOR' IN THIS MATCH.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship...
*'RESPECT' - ARETHA FRANKLIN PLAYS*
(BIG CROWD HEAT.RHYS PECT SWAGGERS ONTO THE STAGE WITH SOME MIRRORS PICKING UP HIS PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MODELS A FEW POSES FOR THEM BEFORE MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING FLIPPING SOME FANS THE BIRD, HE IS FOLLOWED OUT BY MIKE MITCHELL.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Mike Mitchell...from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…Rhys Pect!!!
SC: First match in a double duty night for Rhys Pect as he faces Jost McClain for the European title followed by teaming with Mike to face Hellbound.
SJ: Why is everyone questioning the integrity of Mike Mitchell?
SC: Because he is a devious bastard Snoop and if Jost doesn't watch his back, Mitchell might cost him the title.
JH: And his opponent...
*’OUT OF MY WAY’ – SEETHER PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. A RAIN EFFECT OF PYROS EXPLODE ALL AROUND. THE T.A.T. FLIES OPEN WITH A SINGLE CROSS WITH THE WORDS SAVIOUR SCROLLING ACROSS IT. JOST MCCLAIN COMES OUT WITH HIS FINGERS POSED IN A DOUBLE DEVIL HORN AND MAKES HIS WAY TOWARDS THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Toronto, Canada…weighing 216 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Jost McClain!!!
SC: This place is going crazy for the Saviour...
SJ: He is pointing at the Flawless Connection who does he think he is?
SC: The damn European Champion Snoop, the damn Champion!
The crowd cheer wildly for Jost as the two men in the ring circle each other, waiting for an opening to attack. Jost keeps one eye fixed on Mitchell who taunts him and gestures that he’s the ‘x factor in the match’. As soon as Jost reacts to the taunts, Pect hits him with a vicious spear and goes straight for a ankle lock. Jost quickly uses a boot to the face to break the lock but Pect quickly recovers and whips him into Mitchell’s corner who gives a forearm to the back of Jost’s head. The crowd respond with some awesome heat and the ref quickly ejects Mitchell from the apron. Jost has his back to Pect as he points down at Mitchell and shouts at the ref. Pect rolls Jost into a schoolboy pin for the quick win, 1…2 Jost kicks out just after the two and looks at Pect, stunned at the man’s arrogance.
SC: Rhys Pect has shown the fans his cocky side early on in this one by going for the early pin. His extreme confidence in his own abilities could be the deciding factor in this match, as it has in his previous encounters with Jost McClain.
SJ: Pect is just letting his intentions be known. Mike Mitchell is going to be the deciding factor in this one. There is no way that Pect will be screwed out of the title with Flawless Mike Mitchell in his corner.
Pect charges at Jost and is met by a high dropkick which is quickly followed by a lionsault and an attempted pin. Pect kicks out and catches a kick to the midsection which is turned into an enzugri by Jost. The crowd are really enjoying the fast pace of the match and pop every time Jost lands a move on Pect. Pect jumps back up to his feet and irish whips Jost into the ropes. Pect drops to the mat to allow Jost to run over his as he returns and then leapfrogs Jost as he bounces back again. The crowd pop at seeing some old school action and give a huge pop as Jost uses his momentum off the ropes to hit Pect with a flying lariat. Jost goes for the pin …1…2. Pect stubles over to the corner to stop Jost’s momentum and to catch his breath. Jost charges at Pect who flips him over the ropes. Jost manages to land on the apron but is quickly pulled off by Mitchell who starts working him over. The crowd give some mega heat towards the Flawless connection as Pect poses in the ring and Mitchell lands a series of rights and lefts onto Jost’s skull. Jost stumbles away but gets hit with a forearm to the back of his head which causes him to stagger forwards and fall against the steel ring-steps. Mitchell charges but Jost rolls out of the way at the last minute causing Mitchell to spear the steel steps. Mitchell is out cold and Jost climbs up onto a tunbuckle while Pect is still taunting.
SC: The Flawless Connection’s plan seems to have come off the rails with Mitchell out cold outside the ring.
SJ: Look out Rhys, he’s behind you!
SC: I know it’s Christmas time, but there’s no need to turn this into a pantomime.
The crowd are buzzing as Jost sets up on the turnbuckle and Pect is still posing, unaware that Jost has taken care of Mitchell. Jost dives off the turnbuckle and hits a huge tornado DDT as Pect turns. Jost picks him up but gets a rake to the eye followed by a short arm closeline which is quickly followed up with a choke hold. The ref counts and orders Pect to release the hold but Pect argues that it’s a sleeper hold and clamps it on tighter. The ref tries to pry Pect off Jost but is just shoved away and the choke hold continues. The crowd boo like crazy at the cheating by Pect as the ref again tries to intervene and again gets shoved away. This time the ref looses his footing and falls through the ropes to the outside, where Mitchell is stirring. Seeing that the ref is unconscious, Mitchell slides into the ring to double team Jost. Pect releases the choke hold and lifts Jost into a double power bomb. The Flawless Connection pat each other on the back and taunt the crowd before Mitchell climbs the turnbuckle and the Flawless Connection hit Jost with a devastating spike piledriver. They taunt the crowd again who respond with a ‘You Suck!’ chant. The two men laugh and lift jost again. This time Jost low blows both men on the way up. Jost hits Mitchell with a double arm DDT before landing an amazing springboard hurricanranna. The roar with excitement and start up a ‘Saviour’ chant which gets stopped short by a cross-body block from Mitchell.
SC: What a despicable display from the Flawless Connection. They’re showing no respect for the champion with their endless showboating between attacks.
SJ: I love this… these guys are great. They’ll probably toy with ex-champion a bit before Rhys finishes him off. It’ll be a great victory party tonight.
SC: Stop talking like you’d get invited even if Rhys Pect does win the title tonight.
Mitchell slides out of the ring and tries to get a chair to use but none of the ringside assistants will let him have one. In the ring, Pect lifts Jost up and goes for ‘The Perfected and Respected’ but Jost pushes him into the ropes and lands ‘The Baptism’ as he bounces back off the ropes. Jost then climbs a turnbuckle and lands a shooting star press to a huge pop from the crowd before covering Pect for a pin…. But the ref is still out cold. The crowd count…1…2…3…4…5…6…7. Mitchell hears the crowd and looks into the ring to see Jost pinning Pect. Mitchell throws a ringside assistant into the crowd, grabs a chair and quickly slides into the ring with it. The ref starts to come to as Mitchell breaks up the pin. Jost gets up, straight into the chair being swung by Mitchell, but ducks the chair shot and nails Mitchell with a 'Baptism' into the chair knocking him silly and out of the ring. McClain spins around and Pect is now up and tries to set him up into the 'Perfected And Respected', but McClain converts the move into a hurricanrana with a pin.
SC: What a move by McClain...one...two...three...he got him!
SC: Hampden Stadium is on their feet as Jost McClain has defied the odds to retain the European Championship.
Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. European Champion: Jost McClain
SC: Our first title match is an absolute doozey, and we aren't finished yet, let's go to Sniff standing backstage with Hardcore Legend.
(ACTION CHANGES TO HARDCORE LEGEND STANDING WITH SNIFF.)
SN: Legend, a lot of people say you are not 100% going into this match, that you are probably the biggest long shot in the world to win the Championship tonight. How can you beat these odds?
HL: I want to take you back to a night when they said Pimp In and Chad was going to be one for the ages and I was there just to make up the numbers. Take you back to that night Sniff and remind me and all the viewers, exactly, what happened.
SN: You became the World Champion...
HL: Good point and that's exactly the point I will be making tonight!
(HARDCORE LEGEND TWISTS HIS MOUSTACHE AND WINKS AT THE CAMERA AS HE WALKS AWAY LEAVING SNIFF SPEECHLESS.)
(ACTION CHANGES TO PHENOM STANDING IN THE HALLWAY HE SEES GRUNT AND THE TWO SHARE A HANDSHAKE.)
G: Good to see you man, place ain't been the same without you.
P: True that G-Force, you know, we use to make quite a formidable team in the days of The Hoodlums. Not many people messed with the white and black attack.
G: Ach man, you are right.
P: I heard you knocked The Peacemaker on his ass.
G: Aye, he has been asking for that for sometime...
P: Do me one more favour tonight big man.
G: What's that Phenom?
P: Kick Aaron Roberts' ass all over Scotland!
(CROWD ROAR AS GRUNT SMILES AND WALKS OFF.)
(ACTION RETURNS TO THE RING.)
Light-Heavyweight Title Match
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF ANDERSON AND LEARY'S FEUD OVER THE 'ANDERSON VS. ENGLAND' COMMENTS ARE SHOWN INCLUDING ANDERSON'S LOSS TO LEARY IN A NON TITLE MATCH A FEW WEEKS PRIOR.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Championship...
– GREEN DAY PLAYS*
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion...Shane Anderson!!!
SC: This crowd with an interesting reaction to Shane Anderson here Snoop some cheers in the usual chorus of boos.
SJ: People are starting to realise that Shane Anderson is the man of the LHW division and should be cheered. Much like Hellbound...
*'HOPE YOU DIE' - BLOODHOUND PLAYS*
(MIXED REACTION FOR THE ENGLISH MAN. AN ENGLAND FLAG WAVES ON THE T.A.T. AND A HOST OF BRITISH ACHIEVEMENTS ARE SHOWN. LEARY WALKS OUT HOLDING OUT HIS SHIRT WITH PRIDE.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from London, England…weighing 222 pounds…Jason Leary!!!
SC: Wow, listen to this, a nasty reception for the English native.
SJ: Maybe this crowd aren't backwards morons after all!
The match begins with a few taunts by Anderson, which is followed by a few words from Leary. The two get into a heated argument and then Andersen shoves Leary. Leary takes a moment and then shoves Andersen. Andersen goes flying back a few feet and has to settle rolling to his knees look rather disturbed. The crowd gives a pop. Leary flips off Andersen in the process.
SC : No love lost here, and Leary was proving he wasn't ready to take any nonsense from the champ!
SJ : He's just in denial, and well, I would be too if I were him.
The two ready themselves and get into a lock up. Andersen wastes no time to throw a poke in the eye and the shove Leary off into the ropes. On the rebound, Leary is hit with a nice arm drag take down, into a headlock. Leary counters with back stretched kick to the head of Shane. Shane promptly lets go and the two are back at their feet. Andersen stands and lands a sudden standing dropkick on Leary who was expected to take hold of the champion. Leary hits the floor and Shane is on him like glue with an elbow drop to the head followed quickly by The Confession!!
SC: Shane Andersen is going for an early win here, trying to make Leary tap out in this match!
SJ: Trying? It's gonna happen, he already pinned him once, might as well seal the coffin!
Leary has the move scouted and wastes no time to landing a rake of the eyes, causing Shane to let go. Leary gets up shaking his left arm a bit. Shane is on his knees trying to regain his vision, just as Leary lands a hard knee to the back of the head. Leary then follows with a massive suplex. Andersen is dazed lying face down and Leary takes a slight moment to let out a battle cry! He approaches Shane, lifts him and lands a few shots before whipping him into the ropes, Shane counters into a twirling scissors forcing Leary to land hard and hold his head. Anderson lifts Leary, runs across to the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and goes to land a flying forearm to the head, but Leary ducks and holds down the top rope cause Anders to land into the ropes awkward and tumble out!
SC:Quick thinking here by Leary!
SJ:Bah - it was luck!
Leary rolls out and hits Andersen's head against the apron a few times. He then tosses him toward the barricade, but Anderson counters and actually sends Leary there instead. Leary goes first into the barricade, seemingly re-aggravating the arm that already found itself in one Confession. Andersen moves over to Leary, twists that same arm and adds more pressure by applying a standing armbranch with a few added torques using a jump to put more leverage. Shane looks to the ringpost and whips Leary's arm hard across it. Leary is definitely favoring the arm now.
SC: Anderson thinking quick, trying to weaken that arm of Leary to setup for the Confession.
SJ: Andersen said that there will be a tap out and he will make good on that!
Anderson whips Leary's arm around the post a second time, before landing a chickenwing suplex on the floro to a barrage of boos! Leary is in a great deal of pain, holding onto the worked shoulder. Anderson lifts Leary and rolls him into the ring. Leary starts to roll to his feet, just before Andersen rushes in and takes him down with a knee cut tackle, and then slides forward into the Confession for the second time! The crowd shriek as Leary is in obvious pain! Shane leans back as Leary stretches out his free arm. Leary desperately using whatever parts of his body that he can to slide across the ring, but the speed is no more than that of a snail's pace! Shane starts to shake a bit, further torquing the arm of Jason Leary.
SC: Jason Leary is in a very bad place now, finding himself in the Confession with a hurt shoulder! He's desperately trying to make it to the ropes, but Shane is not making it easy for that to happen.
SJ: Any second now….
The ref is in Leary's face, consistently asking for Leary's continuation. Leary disregards the ref, and starts to turn his free hand into a fist. The crowd gets behind Leary at this point as his arm trembles while he maintains concentration. Then, much to the confusion of Shane Andersen, Leary manages to slide his legs onto his knees. He takes hold of Shane's leg with his trapped arm, and secures himself by holding onto the arm wrapped around his neck. In a show of immense strength, Jason Leary starts to lift Shane Anderson in a modified backdrop and the crowd goes absolutely crazy!! Shane is in absolute shock as he finds himself in the air and falling back fast! The two come down with a massive crash, Shane lands head first and is going to be down for a while. Jason Leary, however seems to have hurt his arm even more as he crying out in pain and grasping his shoulder tight.
SC: Leary counters the Confession with an amazing exhibit of strength, but seems to have injured himself even further! He's out of the submission maneuver but at what price?!
SJ: He's an idiot, now not only is he going to have to tap out, he's going to have a broken arm on top of it!
Leary gets up favoring the arm greatly, but stops and actually listens to the Scottish crowd somehow deciding to take his back! Leary is amazed, and looks toward Shane and signals for the 3 Lion Driver! He picks up Shane and goes to setup him up but his arms gives out and both men topple to the floor. Leary stands up walking around aimless, simply reacting to his shoulder being obviously dislocated. Shane is still dazed, but Leary lands a few stomps to the head and then turns to the top of the closest corner. He looks to the crowd and then points up with his strong hand. The crowd pops!
SC: Leary motioning for the top of the corner, is he thinking of some sort of high risk move here?!
SJ: More like a high-stupidity move…
Leary looks seemingly possessed and starts to climb the turnbuckle! He looks down at Shane and lifts the good arm up just before jumping down for a splash. Suddenly Shane lifts a leg up and Jason Leary crashes into it chin first! Leary pops slams to the floor and Shane moves quickly into a third Confession! The ref slides into position, and Leary is crying out in pain. Shane is looking around and then manages to place a leg on a nearby rope for more torque!
SC: SHANE HAS HIS LEG ON THE ROPES AND THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT!
SJ: Hey.. isn’t that Victoria Beckham over there..?
Leary is screaming out and the camera catches his eye looking at the ropes nearby he tries and tries to reach the ropes stretching as far as possible. Shane is leaning back as much as he can, rocking his body and lifting himself with that leg on the rope. The ref finally notices just before Leary was to tap and breaks the hold. Shane gets up and lifts his arms in triumph. The ref swats them down and argues with Shane, kicking the bottom rope. Shane is shaking his head in denial and arguing back. Leary makes his move, takes hold of Shane's pants and rolls him up in a schoolboy!! The ref his the floor 1……2….. Shane manages to kick out!
SC: Shane, in the middle of an pointless argument about how he should have won, almost found himself title-less via schoolboy roll up!
SJ: Well - Leary should have tapped and was about to if the damn ref didn't break the hold early!
Leary is exhausted and really favoring that arm. Shane is on his feet fast and grabs hold of Leary in a snap suplex and somehow rolls with the momentum, sitting on Leary's chest for a pin! 1…..2… kick out! Shane sweeps around and grabs Leary in armvine, but Leary puts a leg on the rope and the ref breaks it! Shane is showing frustration as he whips Leary into the ropes, and then goes for a backdrop, but Leary kicks Shane in the face and then follows through with a Manhattan Drop! Shane hits the floor holding his groin as Leary collapses holding his shoulder. The Ref begins a 10 count 1…..2……3……4.. Shane starts to get up….5…….6 Leary starts to get up….7…..8………9 Shane is on his feet first and takes hold of Leary in a Belly to Belly, but Leary somehow manages continue the spin and turn the belly to belly into one of his own!! He covers Shane! 1…..2… Kick out with a huge crowd reaction!
SC: Leary is on the floor a bit distraught, still favoring that shoulder.
SJ: Anytime now… any time… Shane's just joshing him…
SC : Joshing?
SJ: I've been doing vocabulary flash cards recently so that I can start making more than you by being a more educated announcer…
SC: Maybe you should start with "Not Being an Ass - For Dummies" …
Leary goes to pick up Shane, but Shane takes hold of Leary's arm, and rolls him down, then twists into a FOURTH Confession, right in the middle of the ring!!!! The ref is in position, and Leary has his arm outstretched and is in writhing pain. He finally taps and the ref calls for the bell!
Winner, via submission and STILL T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion: Shane Anderson
SC: What a match....Shane Anderson once again defends the LHW title, this man might be unstoppable in this division.
SJ: You know it man!
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO GRUNT WANDERING THROUGH THE LOCKER ROOM AREA. HE WALKS PAST ASHTON MANLEY AND JASON LEARY WHO ARE SPEAKING.)
AM: Man that Grunt has been acting weird recently. Doing some weird crap.
JL: I know, but he seems somewhat normal tonight, I mean he has what layed out Peacemaker...and he also has promised Phenom he will beat Roberts seems he is back to normal to me.
AM: Good a three hundred pound 7 foot monster acting fucked up isn't what we need stalking the locker room.
(GRUNT ALL OF A SUDDEN COMES OUT OF A ROOM MARKED HELLBOUND WITH WHAT APPEARS TO BE SOME WOMEN'S PANTIES.)
AM: Mate he's got Shriek's fucking panties!
JL: Fucking hell Grunt you perv.
G: Ach guys, your telling me you wouldn't want a pair of Shriek's panties.
AM: Well she is hot as hell.
JL: What you going to do man, sniff them!
(MANLEY AND LEARY LAUGH. GRUNT LOOKS ALL SERIOUS.)
G: Ach fucking hell Leary what do you think I am, some sort of perverted fruit loop!
(GRUNT LOOKS AT THE PANTIES AND THEN PROCEEDS TO PUT THEM ON AND WALK OFF LEAVING LEARY AND MANLEY DUMBFOUNDED.)
SC: What the hell is going on with Grunt?
SJ: He's a damn theif for a start!
SC: I am sure she doesn't wear them anyway...or so I hear.
SJ: How dare you besmirch the good name of the first lady of the T.F.W.F.! You should be ashamed of yourself!
Tag Team Title Match
- Flaming Tables Match
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF THE MANY INDIVIDUAL CONTESTS THE TWO TEAMS HAVE HAD OVER THE LAST FEW WEEKS INCLUDING THE FAMNED NON TITLE MATCH. FINAL SCENES SHOW THE CONTROVERSIAL BURNING OF SEAN SMYTHE WHICH SOME VIEWED AS EXTREME FOR T.F.W.F. TV.]
JH: This match is a flaming tables match scheduled for one fall, one time is victorious when they put one of their opponents through one of the burning tables...
*’COOL’ – MORRIS DAY AND THE TIMES PLAYS*
(LARGE CROWD HEAT. THE T.A.T. SPRINGS TO LIFE WITH IMAGES OF ATTRACTIVE MODELS IN THE SUN. PECT AND MITCHELL WALK ONTO THE STAGE SHARING A HIGH FIVE BEFORE MAKING THEIR WAY TOWARDS THE RING.)
JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 432 pounds…Rhys Pect…Mike Mitchell…The Flawless Connection!!!
SC: The challengers looking very wary here, they have already had a situation with Josty McClain develop.
SJ: Yes, it would normally be unfair, but you can never be unfair to Hellbound.
*’FUEL’ - METALLICA PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. SMYTHE WALKS ON AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN HOLLIDAY PUSHES PAST HIM WITH THE WORLD TITLES HELD ALOFT.)
JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 480 pounds...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...Bill 'The Doc' Holliday...and Sean Smythe!!!
SC: Now maybe you can explain to me what exactly is going on because Holliday just pushed past Smythe and we saw earlier tensions errupt between McDonald and Smythe as well.
SJ: Hogwash like a typical non Hellbounder you are trying to stir up troubles!
Bill and Smythe make advantage of the fact that they come out first and ambush the Flawless Connection before they have the chance to fight back. Holliday and Smythe use their experience in brawling to gain a quick advantage. Smythe and Holliday throw Pect to the outside of the ring with a double back body drop. Doc then brings up Mitchell and put him into a full nelson. Smythe then takes out a short strand of barbed wire from his pocket. Wrapping it around his first he winds up preparing to slam it right square into Mitchell’s jaw. Mitchell although is crafty enough to escape and Smythe smashed the barbedwire right into Docs face leaving a nasty set of scratches and knocking him to the ground. Mitchell then returns with a dropkick to the back of Smythe’s head. Smythe flies through the ropes and onto the outside. He then grabs Doc by the hair and knocks him down with another dropkick. Mitchell then slides out of the ring and grabs one of the supplied tables and slides it in. He then grabs one of the cans of fuel and brings it in aswell. Setting up the table and begins to pour the liquid onto it. He then pulls a match out of his pocket and rubs it against the ropes to light it. He then is about to set it on fire but Smythe pulls him to the outside. Then, in a cocky fashion flicks the still lit match into Smythe’s eye. A grimacing display as the spark flickers over his eye. Mitchell then throws Smythe headfirst into the railing. Mitchell then climbs into the ring and brings Doc up. Mitchell then sets him up for a suplex and hits it right through the table. Not yet being lit it doesn’t count for the victory. Rhys then makes his way up and slides into the ring. Pect then begins to stomp the hell out of Doc as he’s down. He then brings him up by the hair and they slam him down with a double hiptoss. Mitchell then brings Doc up and throws him onto his shoulders. Pect runs to the ropes opposite and comes back as they land an excellent spinning neckbreaker and Samoan drop combo. Smythe, who know has a viscous looking blackened eye, slides back into the ring with a steel chair and takes out Mike Mitchell. He goes for one against Pect superkicks the chair into his face. Pect then rips the chair out of his hand and right as Doc gets up he gets the chair slamed right into his head.
SC: An exceptionally brutal match here. Pect and Mitchell trying to bring it into more of a technical encounter but in this environment being forced to fight rather than wrestle.
SJ: It doesn’t really matter, Scoop. Holliday AND Smythe are better fighters than the Flawless connection and also they’re better wrestlers. So no matter how they wrestle the match they’ll obviously win, stupid.
Pect then steps outside of the ring and slides two tables in. He then proceeds in throwing a can of the special designed fuel into the ring and slides in after it. Smythe and Doc are still down as Pect helps Mitchell up. Mitchell and Pect each grab a table and set them on opposite sides of the ring. They then proceed in pouring fuel on them and setting both tables aflame. The audience, although not particularly fond of any of the men in the ring, goes wild as the flames raise. Pect then grabs Smythe and begins to bring him up and Mitchell does the same with Doc. They then both set them up in front of individual flaming tables for front suplexes. But, Smythe and Doc simeltanously reverse it and slam them onto the mat hard. The ring shakes as all four of the competitors land. Doc and Smythe then, obviously having the same thing in mind as they roll them up to their feet and go for the same thing the Flawless connection attempted. But, ironically, the Flawless connection counters in the exact same way. All four men are down and the match is at an even point. Each competitor begins to slowly make their way up. Smythe and Pect begin brawling on their way to their feet. As this happens Doc stumbles apon the steel chair and one of the containers. He then poors heavy amounts of the fuel onto the steel chair. Then soon after he puts the chair into the flames of one of the tables and produces a fire chair. Meanwhile, Smythe gets the advantage and whips Pect to the ropes opposite, which happens to be where Doc is, and ducks hoping to get a back bodydrop on the rebound. Doc has different ideas as he charges towards the mobile Rhys Pect with the flaming chair. Mitchell sees this about to happen and dives knocking Pect out of the way. But, as things turn out Doc is still in momentum and gets to Sean Smythe. Smythe not seeing that the man charging towards him is doc, on reaction, accidentally gets a back body drop onto him. Doc flies into the air and through the flaming table. The audience raise as Doc suffers the fate first. The match decision isn’t made seeing as it’s Smythe who was the one to send Doc through the table. Ring crew workers with fire extinguishers frantically try to douse Doc Holliday. Sean Smythe then turns around and notices that the man he threw through the table was actually his own partner. His eyes widen in shock. The connection take the initiative as they grab the remaining flaming table each by an end and knock him down with it.
SC: The match still going on. Doc Holliday suffering from an extremely brutal crash through the table. According to the rules since it was by Smythe’s hand the match continues. But, with Doc down for awhile the connection have a definite advantage.
SJ: Ouch… Well, I still think the champs will retain. I mean Smythe still is in it. He could still beat the hell out of the flawless connection with his bare hands.
The Connection then begin to pin down Smythe with the table. Smythe tries to escape but Pect and Mitchell press down harder. A grimacing visual as Smythe lies their with his arms flailing trying to escape and the fire burning his skin. As time goes by Smythe eventually begins to move less and less. Until eventually exhaustion hits and he stops fighting back. The same members of ringcrew seeing as his life is in danger more and more as he continues to struggle and begins to spray him and the table with the extinguishers. The Flawless connection is obviously displeased with it. The connection then slides outside of the ring and chases off the ring crew workers. Both Sean Smythe and Doc Holliday lie lifelessly in the ring. The Paramedics then begin to walk down to the ring but are chased off by the flawless connection aswell. They then proceed in setting up a fourth table outside of the ring and set it aflame. They then slide into the ring. Doc Holliday and Smythe still down. Pect then proceeds in bringing Smythe up to his feet and somehow a last bit of energy hits a lighting quick ‘Third Degree Burn’ knocking both competitors down. In this Doc Also finds his way up and spears Mike Mitchell into the ground. He then proceeds to hit some viscious mounted punches. Mitchell hits a kick to the crotch and goes for a monkey flip through the ropes. Doc grabs the rope and barely stops himself from going into the table and ending the match. Mitchell then reaches over the ropes and brings him up by the hair. Mitchell hits him with a few solid punches trying to cause him to lose his balance and inevitably go through the table. But, Smythe just now makes his way up. Smythe pushes Mitchell over the top and Doc pulls down the ropes. Mitchell makes sure to fall to the apron instead of through the table. Pect then grabs Smythe and throws him out of the way. He then kicks Doc in the stomach and sets him up for a double arm suplex. Pect then throws him back with it. Mitchell then steps into the ring but Smythe picks up the discarded flaming chair. He then smashes it against the face of Mitchell and then onto Pect. Smythe throws the chair to the side and brings up Mitchell. After a kick to the stomach Smythe brings him up for a powerbomb. He attempts to throw him over the top rope. But, Mitchell then reverses it into a hurricarana. As Smythe flies over the top rope, Doc slides outside the ring and pulls the table out of the way. Although Smythe doesn’t fall onto the table he falls a good 10 feet and hits the mat extremely hard. Doc then looks at Smythe real quick to see if he’s doing ok and then slides back into the ring. He goes for a clothesline to pect but it’s ducked. Pect lands a quick t-bone suplex onto him. Pect then stalks him and waits for him to get up again. He then lands a bulldog. Pect brings Doc up and sets him up for ‘The Perfected And Respected’ but Doc pushes him out of the way and goes for his own ‘Full House’ but it is reversed into a neckbreaker. Doc then brings Mike Mitchell up but in return gets a thumb to the eye for it. Mitchell then hits some solid knees to the stomach but it doesn’t do enough seeing as he just suffered a vicious chairshot to the face Doc picks him up and slams him down with sidewalk slam. He grabs the chair again and slams it into Pect head aswell. Doc then slides Mitchell onto the outside. He then steps onto the apron and brings him up onto the apron after him. He then throws him onto his shoulders. Doc points to the table threatening to send him through. But, Mitchell catches on fast and begins to struggle. Smythe makes his way up and grabs one of the gascans. He then goes to slam it into the head of Mitchell but Mitchell slides off of Doc’s shoulder’s and it goes straight into Doc’s head. Pect then takes Smythe out with a flip over the top rope. Mitchell throws Doc onto his shoulders and then jumps off of the apron getting the ‘Three Lion Driver’ stealing the move from Jason Leary through the table. Doc goes headfirst through it. The ringcrew come by and extinguish the flames. A huge climax comes and all four fall to the ground after an exceptionally brutal match. A few seconds go by as The Flawless connection get up and grab their tag titles. Once they get them they make their way out of there as fast as possible. Sean Smythe gets up and Doc is still struggling to get up. Smythe tries to help him up but gets pushed away. Doc then leaves clinching his stomach in pain and Smythe looks pissed at this reaction. Smythe then follows him to halfway up the ramp. He pushes Doc and begins to throw sharp words against him. Doc responds with a push back. The two begin to exchange harsh words and before it can break into a fistfight security come down and break it up.
Winners, via putting their opponent through a table and NEW T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: The Flawless Connection
SC: Unbelivable scenes here Holliday and Smythe are being held apart by security guards!
SJ: What's going on!!!
SC: Whatever is going on we got brand new Tag Champions Snoop, Mitchell and Pect take their first gold here in the T.F.W.F..
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO FALLEN ANGEL SPEAKING TO SECURITY GUARDS.)
FA: So you can assure me that Peacemaker has been sectioned to the west side of the building.
SG: Yes sir, we have sectioned off the building...
FA: And Hardcore Legend has been sectioned to the east side of the building...
SG: (sigh) Yes sir...
(ANGEL GRABS THE MAN BY THE THROAT.)
FA: I could crush you like an ant, I want to make sure once and for all that I am totally safe prior to this match...that when I regain the World title I am 100% when I walk that aisle...
SG: (gagging) Sir...
FA: Now what about the boiler room...
SG: Sir, we barcadded the door and it has been caved in...
FA: Well I suggest you keep an eye on this room marked Hellbound, I don't want any old person walking in and out.
(ALL OF A SUDDEN A SCREAM IS HEARD FROM THE ROOM.)
FA: What the hell.
S: Someone stole my panties!
FA: Is that it...wait a minute what the hell are you doing not wearing any damn panties.
(THE SECURITY GUARD SMILES AT THE THOUGHT. ANGEL DROPS HIM LIKE A BAD HABIT AND PUSHES SHRIEK INSIDE THE LOCKER ROOM WITH SOME FORCE AS RAISED VOICES CAN BE HEARD.)
SC: Certainly seems a little nervous does your Champion Snoop.
SJ: Stop trying to stir trouble Scoop, Angel is not nervous he is just making sure nothing untoward happens!
Hardcore Title Match
[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS ARE SHOWN OF ROBERTS COSTING GRUNT THE TAG TITLES WITH ARMAGEDDON AT AA5 LEADING TO WEEKS OF ATTACKING EACH OTHER TILL THE MANAGEMENT FORCED A CEASE FIRE BETWEEN THE TWO MEN FOR THIS MATCH. ALSO SHOWS THE MENTAL DECLINE GRUNT HAS BEEN GOING THROUGH.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship...
*’WE WILL RISE’ – ARCH ENEMY*
(TREMENDOUS CROWD HEAT. ROBERTS WALKS ONTO THE STAGE CHEWING SOME GUM. HE WALKS DOWN TO THE RING FLIPPING OFF A FEW FANS.)
JH: Making his
way towards the ring from Gloucester, England…weighing 264 pounds…Aaron
As Roberts goes down the ramp, Grunt emerges from the back dressed in a white latex nurses outfit and hits Aaron from behind with a clothesline, forcing him to roll down the ramp, and Roberts body slams into the dumpster full of weapons. Grunt raises his arms in the air as the crowd cheers and laughs at the insane giant.
SC: What is Grunt wearing??
SJ: Looks like a latex nurses outfit, guess his final two brain cells died last week!
SC: This feud has taken its toll on Grunt’s mental stability, lets see if he can survive this Weapons in Dumpster match! As you all remember these two men haven’t been able to lay a finger on each other outside of the ring for the past two weeks, and now they can do whatever they please.
Grunt goes down the ramp and he raises up Roberts and slams his head into the dumpster, and then rolls him into the ring. Grunt grabs a chair from under the ring and throws it into the ring. He slides inside and grabs the chair, he waits for Roberts to get up, Roberts evades the chair shot, the chair hits the top rope and rebounds back into Grunt’s face knocking him down. Roberts pins him, the referee counts 1….2… Grunt kicks out. Roberts, grabs the chair and slams it into Grunt’s leg, 1 2 and 3 times and then throws the chair out. Roberts raises up Grunt, and goes for a clothesline but the big man doesn’t go down, Roberts goes again, but again Grunt doesn’t go down. Roberts goes a third time but Grunt grabs him by the neck and signals for the ‘One Shot One Kill’ as the crowd cheers and Roberts looks terrified. Roberts kicks Grunt in the balls, and Grunts lets him go, Roberts goes towards Grunt, who backs body drops Roberts out of the ring onto the dumpster as the crowd cheers.
SC: Roberts has just been dropped into a dumpster full of weapons.. he must be covered in table debris, barbed wire and who knows what else.
SJ: Scoop… why is Grunt laughing?
SC: Because he just destroyed Roberts
SJ: That’s a comedic laugh.. not a sadistic laugh Scoop..
The dumpster door opens, and out emerges Roberts drenched in gravy, as Grunt grabs his stomach in laughter. Roberts is pissed as he jumps from the dumpster onto Grunt with a clothesline, finally taking him down. Roberts grabs the chair from earlier and wedges it between the top and middle rope in the corner. Roberts raises up Grunt, and whips him into the corner but Grunt reverses it and Roberts goes head first into the chair, as he falls backwards Grunt school boys him and the referee counts 1….2… Roberts kicks out. Grunt raises up Aaron and gives him a chop to the chest, but Aaron doesn’t go down, he just drops to a knee. Grunt raises him up again and gives him another chop, and Aaron doesn’t go down again, this time Grunt just kicks him in the face and Roberts goes down hard. Grunt goes for an elbow drop but Roberts rolls out of the way and out of the ring. Grunt follows him, but Aaron sees him and knees him in the gut and throws him head first into the steel steps as the crowd boos. Aaron goes under the ring, and pulls out a table and places it as a bridge between the ring apron and the security rail. He grabs Grunt and gives him a few elbows to the head and then takes him towards the table and places him on it. Roberts slides into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He points towards Grunt, with a flying elbow but Grunt rolls out of the way, Roberts hits the table but it doesn’t break as the crowd OOHS.
SC: That must have sure as hell hurt Roberts!!!
SJ: The table didn’t break and now Roberts is clutching his ribs at ringside!!
Grunt grabs Roberts and throws him over the security rail into the crowd, as the crowd now gets get riled up. Grunt asks a fan for a chair and it is handed to him. Grunt waits for Roberts to get up, but Roberts kicks the chair into Grunt’s face. Roberts doesn’t even let Grunt fall down and takes him over to the consecion stand and throws his face into the glass popcorn machine! Roberts pins Grunt, but the referee is very far away. The referee arrives a few seconds later and he counts 1….2… Grunt kicks out. Roberts gets pissed and he asks for a fan for a chair, but is given the bird instead. Roberts gets even more pissed and he raises up Grunt and whips him into the crowd taking out a row of chairs with him. Luckily the crowd got out of the way. Roberts now grabs a chair and goes after Grunt, chair in the air. Roberts hits Grunt in the back with the chair, but Grunt turns around his face filled with anger as the crowd cheers. Roberts tries to run away but the fans block him. Roberts turns around as Grunt breaks a chair over his head.
SJ: Security get those fans out of the arena!!! They interfered in that match!!!
SC: Well if Roberts hadn’t caused their chairs to be a mess on the floor maybe they’d still be sitting in them!
Grunt grabs Aaron and whips him towards the security rail, the speed and momentum causes Roberts to go over the security rail back to ringside. Grunt slowly follows, and then reaches the security rail. He poses for the fans and raises his arms in the air, as he turns around Roberts hits him with the ring bell, Grunt falls on the floor, as Roberts goes to the ring to rest. After taking a breather he climbs the top rope, he looks at Grunt waking up in the crowd, and he jumps off the top rope to the crowd onto Grunt, who catches Roberts. He raises Roberts over his head throws him back to ringside over the security rail as the crowd cheers. Grunt goes over the security railing, his nurses outfit already ripped to shreds, only leaving him in his boxers. He raises up Roberts, and throws him head first into the steel post busting him wide open. Grunt goes under the ring, and pulls out a bat, but not any bat.. a barbed wire covered bat as crowd goes crazy.
SJ: Get that bat out that lunatics grip!! He’s crazy, he’ll kill Roberts!!!
SC: Roberts is the Hardcore Champion, he must be willing to defend it at any cost. Lunatics or not..
Grunt raises the bat in the air, as Roberts is sitting on the floor, his head resting against the ring apron. Grunt swings the bat towards Roberts face, who sees it and he moves out of the way, and begins to run as Grunt chases him with the bat. They make it up the ramp, and onto the stage. Grunt goes for another swing but Roberts ducks it, and he clotheslines Grunt forcing him to release the bat as the crowd boos. Roberts goes for an elbow but Grunt deflects it and grabs Roberts by the neck again and goes for the ‘One Shot One Kill’ off the stage but Roberts reverses it into the AGR off the stage through a table that was placed down there as the crowd is left speechless both men lie out cold. Neither Roberts nor Grunt have the strength to pin the other. The crowd is now chanting “TFWF, TFWF, TFWF” as they stand in awe of what they have just seen.
SC: This match has just ended on the concrete floor below the stage, as Roberts flew off the stage with an AGR threw a table below!!
SJ: I knew Roberts was clever, but he may have just killed his career!!
Roberts slowly turns over and drapes an arm over the unconscious Grunt, and the referee counts 1…..2… Grunt raises his shoulder as the crowd cheers. Roberts gets frustrated and pins Grunt again, the referee counts 1….2… Grunt raises his shoulder up. Roberts begins to walk down to the ring, as Grunt gets up and begins to walk after Roberts. Roberts rolls into the ring, as Grunt goes under the ring and pulls out something. He keeps it tucked under his arm, and gets in the ring. He looks at Roberts, and then raises the object into the air.. a WHISKEY BOTTLE! The crowd cheers, Roberts looks horrified. Grunt goes after Roberts, but Roberts spears him down. The bottle falls to the outside of the ring and shatters. Roberts slides out of the ring, and grabs the broken top of the bottle and slides back into the ring. He brandishes the broken bottle as it where a knife, he grabs Grunt’s head and presses the cut edge on Grunt’s forehead making him bleed. Now both men are covered in blood, Grunt from his now open wound, and Roberts from the shot to the post earlier.
SC: This match is now turning into a barbaric affair, Roberts should dispose of that broken bottle before someone gets killed!!
SJ: I’d be more worried of that Psycho holding the bottle than Roberts, we know Grunts history with Whiskey Bottles!
SC: It was promised that subject would never be spoken of again!
Roberts raises up Grunt, and Roberts bounces off the ropes and raises up the bottle and then brings it back down hard on Grunt’s forehead stabbing it. Grunt falls to the mat grabbing his bloody forehead. Roberts throws the bottle out and pins Grunt, the referee counts 1….2… Grunt kicks out. Roberts raises up Grunt and whips him towards the ropes, he goes for a clothesline to the outside, but Grunt does a back body drop to the outside again, Roberts goes through the table he had placed earlier between the apron and the ring, and it breaks instantly. Grunt goes to the outside, he grabs Roberts, and throws him head first into the dumpster, Roberts, falls to the mat and Grunt raises him up in the gorilla position and Grunt throws him like a lawn dart back into the dumpster.
SC: Come on Grunt, don’t grandstand just pin him, there is nothing else to do!
SJ: Grunt is an idiot Scoop, he has the win right in his grasp but now he wants to show boat.
Grunt grabs Roberts and slides him into the ring, Grunt grabs a chair from under the ring and slides into the ring. Roberts gets up slowly, and Grunt goes for a chair shot but Roberts kicks him in the gut and goes for another ‘AGR’ but Grunt shoves him forward, Roberts turns around, Grunt grabs him by the neck and hits him with the ‘One Shot One Kill’ on the chair. He pins Roberts, the referee counts 1…..2……3.
Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Grunt
SC: Sensational scenes in Scotland, Grunt is the brand new Hardcore Champion and wait a minute he is coming over here...
SJ: What is he doing!
Grunt removes a thong from under his nurse outfit and puts it over Snoop's head he starts to perform some sort of weird dance on Snoop. Snoop tries to escape so Grunt throws him to the floor!
SC: The G-Force has gone crazy and Scotland is raising it's glasses...Snoop can you hear me?
SJ: I feel so dirty!!!!
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO RHYS PECT AND MIKE MITCHELL CELEBRATING THROUGH THE HALLS. WHEN THEY BUMP INTO CARL AND FRED.)
RP: Deck the halls with Flawless folly!
MM: Falalalalala We rule!
CARL: Woooooo dude its them!
FRED: I can't believe it iman
RP: That's right boys your brand new T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions. Mike Mitchell and Rhys Pect also known as The Flawless Connection.
MM: Yes we are signing autographs...I am not sure whether to sign it...Mike Mitchell T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champion or T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champion Mike Mitchell.
(CARL AND FRED SEEM DUMBFOUNDED AND PUSH PAST THE CONNECTION TO GRAB A POSTER OFF THE WALL.)
CARL: Dude I can't believe it...KISS are coming to Scotland we can so get tickets.
(REALISING THAT DOOM AND DOOMER WEREN'T REFERRING TO THEM PECT GETS MAD.)
RP: Hey wait a minute...
FRED: Dude who the fuck are you?
CARL: Dude that's that famous T.F.W.F. wrestler.
(PECT LOOKS AT MITCHELL SMUGLY.)
CARL: Train Trax!
(PECT'S JAW DROPS AND HE AND MITCHELL CHASE AFTER DOOM AND DOOMER WHO ARE RUNNING AWAY WITHOUT A FRICKING CLUE WHY.)
SC: Fred and Carl pysched to be here as well Snoop.
SJ: I am still having trouble focusing after that incident.
SC: What when Grunt gave you a lapdance in a nurse outfit and put some panties on your head he wore.
SJ: You don't have to remind me!
(SNOOP THROWS UP IN A BUCKET NEXT TO HIM.)
T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Title Match - Ladder Match
[FLASHBACK: JC MCDONALD AND TWISTS VERBAL CONFRONTATION STEMMING BACK TO AA5 WHERE MCDONALD WAS EUROPEAN CHAMPION IS SHOWN. ACTIONS OF MCDONALD AND TWIST'S MORE RECENT VERBAL ATTACKS ARE SHOWN LEADING TO MCDONALD DESTROYING TWIST WITH A LADDER AND THE SULTAN OF SKIRT ANNOUNCING HE WOULD DEFEND THE IC BELT AGAINST MCDONALD IN A LADDER MATCH.]
JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a ladder match for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship...
*’CALM LIKE A BOMB’ – RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE PLAYS*
(BIG, BIG CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD WALKS ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIS ARMS FLEXED IN A VARIETY OF POSES SHOWING HIS FANTASTIC PHYSICAL FEATURES. HE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE RING AVOIDING ANY CONTACT WITH FANS.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from San Diego, California…weighing 268 pounds…’The Mould’ JC McDonald!!!
SC: Listen to this place let McDonald have it, they don't like him in Scotland.
SJ: They just don't recognize real talent Scoop they'd rather cheer a 7 foot 300 pound hairy nurse! C'Mon JC!
JH: And his opponent...
*'WILL THEY DIE 4 YOU' - MASE, PUFFY, LIL KIM AND SOAD PLAYS*
(BIGGEST POP OF THE NIGHT SO FAR. PURPLE PYROS COVER THE STAGE. AS THE SPARKS DIE DOWN, TWIST IS STOOD WITH HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE, HIS ARMS RAISED ABOVE HIS HEAD IN AN 'X'. HE THRUSTS HIS ARMS DOWNWARDS AND SPINS ROUND TO FACE US)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Seattle, Washington…weighing 205 pounds…Twist!!!
SC: Oh yes this one is going to be great and this crowd firmly behind one of the greatest Intercontinental Champions of all time Snoop.
SJ: Might as well use that in the former tense because tonight it's all over for him, it's JC McDonald the future of this business making his mark to close out the year!
This is the moment that the fans of the TFWF have been waiting for. The war of words is over. The match is on! The Scottish fans are freaking out as Twist and McDonald circle each other in the middle of the ring. Both men know they can’t afford to make the first mistake. They circle each other a few times with Twist dodging out the way of the first few lock up attempts by McDonald. They eventually lock up and immediately McDonald’s power advantage is obvious. He shoves Twist back into the corner and then poses as the crowd boo heavily. Twist shakes his head and the two men circle again. They lock up and again McDonald uses his power to shove Twist back against the ropes. The two men fight for control and roll along the ropes and into each corner with the collar and elbow tie up still on. The crowd are loving this battle as the two men fight for control so much they tumble through the ropes and to the outside!! McDonald pushes Twist back against the barricade and the referee is calling for a clean break but JC responds with a big knee to the mid section. The crowd boo as McDonald backs off laughing as Twist struggles to catch his breath on the outside! McDonald rolls back into the ring and taunts Twist to get into the ring.
SC: This match is as much about the mind games as it is about hitting big moves and using the ladder.
SJ: McDonald has learnt from the master of the mind games, Fallen Angel, by the time he is finished with Twist he’s going to need some serious therapy. Physical and mental!
Twist shakes his head and then flips McDonald the bird which gets a huge crowd pop! McDonald is in a rage and jumps out of the ring and charges at Twist who dodges out the way and hits a drop toe hold on McDonald that crashes him face first into the ring barricade! The crowd pop as Twist slaps McDonald on the back of the head five times and then rolls back into the ring. He kips up and then hits a pose that mocks JC!! The crowd are loving the antics of Twist as JC struggles to his feet rubbing his head and looking incredibly pissed off! He gets to his feet as Twist runs at the ropes and bounces off, he looks to be going for a dive through the ropes so McDonald ducks but Twist grabs the top rope and slips through the ropes and lands on his feet. McDonald gets up expecting to see Twist lying on the concrete but instead is hit with a flying kick to the back of the head which knocks him face first into the apron! Twist hops onto the ring apron and kicks McDonald in the face backing him away. He then hits a perfect springboard assai moonsault which gets a massive crowd pop! McDonald is down on the outside as Twist leaps to his feet and rushes around the ringside area slapping hands with the Scottish fans who are loving the performance by Twist. The IC Champ comes back around the ring and runs up the stairs and then leaps onto McDonald with a big flying head scissors take down! Twist is in complete control as he lands some stiff right hands to McDonald. The big man is completely off his guard as Twist rams his head into the barricade three times and then hops onto the barricade and hits a tilt-a-whirl flying head scissors!! The referee is simply standing in the ring watching on as Twist rushes around the ring and picks up a ladder. The pop from the crowd is huge!
SC: Here we go folks the ladder coming into play for the first time in this match. I can’t believe how dominant Twist has been so far. You think maybe McDonald has frozen up? This is the biggest match of his career by far here in the TFWF.
SJ: How dare you even think such a thing. The Mould is simply playing Twist. Just you wait and see.
Twist has the ladder across his chest and charges at McDonald who ducks out the way and Twist rams the ladder into the ring post on the outside. He drops the ladder and turns around only to be hit with a huge kick right in the face!! Twist flips around the lands hard on the concrete as the crowd boo McDonald. He grabs Twist and begins pummelling him with hard forearms shots to the back and side of the head. He shoves Twist into the corner at the barricade and then starts kicking him in the chest and face over and over. He lands around twenty kicks to Twist who looks out cold. The fans are booing like crazy as McDonald staggers back from his attack, a sick smile on his face. Twist is sitting against the barricade as McDonald picks up the ladder and simply throws it at Twist smashing him in the face and chest. The crowd ‘ohh’ in unison as McDonald picks up the ladder and brings it down again into Twist’s face and chest! The champion crawls forward but is stopped in his tracks as McDonald slams the ladder down across his back! He picks Twist up and tosses him into the ring and then slides the ladder in. Twist is in real trouble as McDonald grabs Twist and hits a big delayed vertical suplex onto the ladder! He sneers at the fans at ringside as he hits the same move again. The crowd are all over McDonald as he signals for one more time and this time hits a huge brain buster suplex right onto the ladder!!! Twist is out cold as the crowd boo like crazy.
SJ: What did I tell you? What did I tell you? McDonald was simply biding his time and look at your IC Champ now, a nothing, beaten and bloody.
SC: You should take some of your own advice my friend. Never count out the Twister.
JC picks the ladder up and leans it against the turnbuckles. He picks Twist up and hits a hard Irish whip which sends Twist crashing face first into the ladder. He rebounds back into the arms of McDonald who hits a vicious looking over head belly to belly suplex!! McDonald grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring for the first time! The crowd are all on their feet as JC points up the way and then makes a title belt gesture. Twist is down and out on the mat as McDonald starts to climb the ladder. Twist isn’t moving as McDonald gets half way up the ladder. Twist starts to stir and struggles to his feet. He sees McDonald at the top of the ladder reaching up!! His fingers brush the IC Title belt!! The crowd are freaking out as Twist staggers forward and shoves the ladder!! It teeters with McDonald at the very top! He can’t get balanced as Twist shoves the ladder again and this time it tips over sending McDonald flying from the top, over the top rope and to the outside!!! The pop from the crowd is huge as McDonald crashes onto the mats at ringside.
SC: What a move by the IC Champ there. McDonald nearly had the match won but now he’s tasting nothing but the unforgiving floor of the SECC arena!!
SJ: I think he might be badly hurt. We need to get some help out here.
Twist gets his bearings as JC struggles to his feet on the outside. Twist picks the ladder up and throws it over the top rope onto McDonald’s back! He yells out in pain and hits the ground again as Twist climbs to the top rope! The crowd are all up again as Twist waits for McDonald to stand up and then leaps off the top to the outside with a huge missile drop kick!!! McDonald is caught right in the face and is sent flying over the barricade and into the crowd!! The fans are going wild as security struggle to keep them away from McDonald. The challenger is all over the place as Twist runs at the barricade and then leaps over it with a rolling shoulder block onto McDonald. They brawl up through the crowd as the fans are going nuts. Twist is able to keep the advantage with some hard looking forearms to the side of the head! They battle back down the stands and to the ringside area. Twist shoves McDonald over the barricade and then climbs up onto it himself. McDonald staggers to his feet as Twist leaps and hits a massive flying clothesline that knocks McDonald down again!! Twist grabs the ladder and rams it into McDonald’s side before lifting the ladder above his head. He starts to spin around as McDonald gets up, he ducks the swinging ladder, but as he does Twist changes the direction of the swing and hits him in the back of the head to a big crowd pop. Twist lays the ladder over the bottom rope with half the ladder in the ring and half out. He climbs to the top turnbuckle as McDonald struggles to his feet. He pulls himself up on the ring apron just as Twist leaps from the top turnbuckle with a leg drop across the ladder, that flips it up in the air and right into the jaw of McDonald!! The crowd ‘ohh’ in unison as McDonald falls back his mouth busted open from the ladder!! Twist is rubbing the back of his legs as he drags the ladder back into the ring and then starts to set it up! The fans are chanting for Twist as he sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring. McDonald is just getting to one knee on the outside as Twist starts to climb the ladder. McDonald reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He struggles onto the ring apron as Twist reaches the second top rung of the ladder. He fans think Twist has the match won! He gets one hand on the IC Title just as McDonald throws the chair as hard as he can!! It smashes Twist in the head and he falls from the top of the ladder and lands neck and chest first across the top rope!! Twist’s head and neck snap back as he hits the mat and then the ladder topples over and smashes him across the back of the head!!
SC: Twist is out cold! He may have broken his neck across the top rope there! Great awareness by McDonald to use that chair! This match is swinging back and forth, I don’t think I can call a winner!
SJ: I can, he’s the man who isn’t knocked out cold on the mat right now!! Come on McDonald, now is your time!!
McDonald now has the chair in hand and is waiting for Twist to get to his feet. The IC Champ gets to his feet slowly as McDonald sets himself and then hits a massive chair shot to the head!! It sounds like a shot gun going off!! Twist falls back to the mat, his head already seeping blood after the vicious chair shot! McDonald laughs to himself as he admires the massive dent in the chair! He tosses the chair to the side and grabs the ladder. He folds the ladder up and than puts it on his shoulder. Twist is out cold on his back and JC places the ladder on his shoulder and then powerslams it onto Twist’s mid section! The crowd ‘ohh’ as Twist is crushed under the weight of McDonald and the ladder. He pushes the ladder to the side and sits on Twist’s chest and begins to hammer down right hands, over and over again!! The cut on Twist’s head is getting bigger with every punch as McDonald is like a man possessed. His fist is covered in blood as he hauls Twist up off the mat and then hits a snap suplex onto the ladder. JC is looking in total control and even though he is bleeding from the mouth is able to strike a pose with his foot on Twist’s chest! This sends the crowd into a massive bout of booing! McDonald drags Twist up by the hair and whips him into the corner. He picks the ladder up and charges with it, splashing Twist in the corner with the ladder! The IC Champ stumbles forward and falls face first onto the mat. The blood from his head is pouring onto the canvas. McDonald sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring and starts to climb it again. The crowd are booing like crazy as McDonald slowly makes his way up the ladder. Twist drags himself up by the ropes and then stumbles towards the ladder. He starts climbing up the other side of the ladder as the crowd being to roar him on!
SC: This could be it people! Both warriors on the ladder at the same time! This exchange could be the turning point in this brutal match!
McDonald is at the top of the ladder and starts to hit Twist with punches to his back and neck and he struggles to the top of the ladder. All the fans are on their feet as suddenly Twist fires up and lands five or six rapid punches to the face of McDonald! The challenger is stunned as Twist rams his head off the top of the ladder! McDonald slips down a rung or two as Twist slams his head off the top of the ladder again! McDonald is dazed as Twist moves up a rung and then leaps forward!! He dives over McDonald hooking his tights in the process and brings him off the top of the ladder with a massive sunset flip/powerbomb!! The crowd give a huge pop to the move by Twist as both men lay in the ring!! The blood from Twist’s head is flowing freely again as McDonald is out cold. The fans all start clapping and stamping their feet as Twist begins to stir. He rolls over and then gets to his feet. He slides out of the ring and grabs a couple of chair. He pushes the chairs in the ring before going under the apron and pulling out a table to a huge crowd pop! Twist slides the table in the ring and then gets in himself. McDonald is on one knee and Twist picks up a chair and then drop kicks it into the face of McDonald. Twist starts to climb the ladder again as McDonald looks in real trouble. Twist has a chair in hand and gets to the top of the ladder. He places the chair under his legs and leaps off with a big double leg drop with the chair right into McDonald’s face!!! The crowd go wild as Twist crashes onto the McDonald!! Both men are down and hurting but Twist gets to his feet first. He hauls McDonald up and hits some forearms to the head. He whips McDonald off the rope and hits a beautiful looking drop kick right into McDonald’s face!! The crowd can sense that Twist could be getting the big win! He starts to climb up the ladder as the roar from the crowd increases!! Twist is at the top of the ladder as McDonald lays on the mat, the chair next to him covered in blood. The fans are begging Twist to reach up and grab the belt but he keeps looking down at McDonald!! The crowd don’t know what is going on as Twist looks up at the IC Title again! He looks down at McDonald again and this time climbs to the very top of the ladder, but he isn’t looking at the IC Title belt!! Twist sets himself and then leaps off with a massive shooting star press from the top of the ladder!!!!! But at the last second McDonald grabs the chair and puts his knees up and Twist crashes onto the chair and McDonald’s knee’s with sickening force!!!
SC: Good god almighty Twist just went for it all there! He thought he could hit one huge move, a shooting star press from the top of the ladder, but McDonald got the knees up and Twist could have broken his ribs!!
SJ: Oh how sweet, the highflyer beaten by his own highflying moves! I love it!
SC: He isn’t beaten yet! McDonald still has to get that Title belt!
SJ: Simply a matter of time!
The fans are almost in a stunned silence as Twist rolls around the ring clutching at his ribs and stomach! McDonald is on his feet and looking confident. He grabs Twist and hits a huge gut buster before hitting another and then another!! Twist is in serious pain as McDonald sets the table up near the ladder in the middle of the ring. He drags Twist up sitting a few more massive forearm shots to the side of the head. He whips Twist off the ropes and then plants him with a spine buster to big crowd heat!! Twist is now coughing up blood and the referee asks him if he wants to give up the match but Twist won’t!! McDonald drags him up by the hair and hooks him up with a double under arm suplex, but instead of throwing him to the mat McDonald flips Twist up and crashes him back first into the turnbuckles!!! Twist lands on the mat right on the top of his head as the crowd ‘ohh’ again!! McDonald looks down at Twist and laughs as he staggers over the ladder and move it into the right position. He starts to climb the ladder again as the crowd boo like crazy, this must be it!! Twist is still not moving as McDonald gets almost to the top of the ladder, he reaches for the IC belt but just can’t get it! Twist is now on his knees in the corner of the ring. McDonald is inches away from the Title belt. He has one hand on it, as Twist gets up and grabs the ladder, he starts to shake it and McDonald has to let go of the belt and hold onto the ladder for balance! Twist starts to climb the ladder himself and the crowd are going wild again!! He gets to near the top and the two men start trading punches again! This time McDonald gets the better of Twist who is still bleeding heavily!! He hooks Twist into a suplex position at the top of the ladder and lifts him up!! The crowd can’t believe it as McDonald holds Twist up in the suplex position, but Twist starts kicking his legs and McDonald lets him drop forward back onto the ladder!! Twist fires off some more rapid punches before climbing up the ladder to almost the very top!! He hooks McDonald around the neck and then grabs his arm as well! The crowd are freaking out as the ladder rocks back and forth, both men battling for control!! Twist jumps to the side with McDonald still hooked and spins around, both men spin off the side of the ladder, with Twist hanging on for the massive spinning neckbreaker off the top of the ladder that puts both men through the table!!!! The crowd can’t believe it and all chant ‘Holy Shit’ as both men lay blood and battered amongst the wreckage of the table!!
SC: I don’t believe I just saw that!!! A swinging neckbreaker from the top of the ladder through a table!! Both of these men could be seriously injured!
SJ: That just shows how stupid Twist really is! He put himself and McDonald through that table! I don’t think he really thought that through!
SC: It’s survival out there, Twist will put his own body on the line to win a match, we’ve seen it time and time again!!
Neither man is moving as the referee tries to clear some of the broken table out of the ring! The crowd are cheering and stamping their feet as McDonald is the first to move. He rolls to the side but can’t get up. Twist is a bloody mess as he struggles to his knees and then falls back onto the mat. The crowd can sense that both men have given their all in this brutal match as McDonald is able to get to his knees, Twist does the same. They start trading punches on their knees as the crowd cheer!! McDonald gets the advantage and is able to get to his feet as he continues to hammer down punches on Twist. The IC Champ is in real trouble as McDonald grabs him by the hair and lifts him up. He rams Twist into the ladder knocking it down. Twist staggers around the ring as McDonald waits. He kicks him in the mid section and then plants him with a ‘Pefecto’ powerbomb!!! The crowd are now booing like crazy as Twist is knocked silly by McDonald’s finisher. He grabs the ladder and sets it up right under the IC Title belt. McDonald grabs Twist and throws him over the top rope and to the outside!! He starts to very slowly climb the ladder as the crowd boo! McDonald is making slow progress but Twist is struggling just to get to his feet on the outside. McDonald is nearly in touching distance of the belt as Twist is back in the ring and crawling towards the ladder on his hands and knees! He gets to the ladder and slowly pulls himself up the ladder as at the top McDonald struggles to reach the belt. He gets one hands on the belt but can’t balance to get the other hand on the belt!! Twist catches him in the mid section with a punch and then another, and another!! McDonald still has one hand on the belt as Twist moves up the ladder and he to grabs the belt with one hand!! The crowd are freaking out as both men still battle for control of the title belt at the top of the ladder. Twist is able to get a better grip on the belt as McDonald cracks him in the face over and over again. Twist grabs the belt even tighter with McDonald’s hand on it as well. Both men are struggling at the top of the ladder. McDonald throws one final massive punch that knocks Twist back off the ladder, but he holds onto the belt and rips it from the wire hoop holing it up!! Twist pulls the IC Belt off the hoop but at the same time McDonald’s arm is pulled through the wire!! The wire tightens around McDonald’s arm as Twist falls backwards off the ladder, the IC Title in hand!!! McDonald’s arm is caught in the wire and he is left hanging in mid air!!! Twist crashes to the mat and the ladder falls cracking him in the head!!! The crowd are going wild as the bell sounds!!
SC: What a display by both men, the desire and the passion for the Intercontinental Title was on show tonight. Twist comes away with the win but that could have gone either way and now McDonald is left hanging in mid air!!
SJ: This is a disgrace, an absolute disgrace!! McDonald had the match won, Twist should be the one left hanging, this is shocking!!
SC: Whatever way you look at it this is one of the matches of the year. A great display by both men but in the end the luck was with the Champion! Possibly the greatest ladder match I have ever seen in the history of the T.F.W.F. this crowd are on their feet giving a standing ovation.
McDonald is still hanging by one arm over the ring as Twist lays on the mat, his face covered in blood and the IC Title belt laying across his chest. The crowd are giving the match a standing ovation as the referee gets the ladder back under JC as EMT’s come down to check on Twist. The IC Champion is helped to his feet to a massive crowd pop and then falls back to the mat exhausted. JC is unhooked from the wire and then slides down the ladder and collapses in the ring as well. Both men are being treated by EMT’s as the action goes backstage.
Winner, via retrieving the belt and STILL T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Twist
(ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO THE HELLBOUND LOCKER ROOM WHERE SEAN SMTYHE IS WAITING OUTSIDE BANGING ON THE DOOR.)
SS: Damn it let me in!
(ALL OF A SUDDEN SHANE ANDERSON ANSWERS THE DOOR.)
SS: What the hell are you doing in here?
SA: Watching the IC title match and then preparing to watch Angel regain the World title.
SS: This is a Hellbound locker room only get out.
SA: Actually I was invited here by Aaron Roberts!
SS: What the hell is he doing in there?
SA: Well he was invited by Bill Holliday!
SS: Get Holliday out here now!
SA: I am sorry he has specifically requested not to speak to you.
(SMYTHE GRABS ANDERSON BY THE THROAT.)
SS: Listen you tell him to come out here now or I will snap your neck!
(ANDERSON PANICKS AND AGREES. HOLLIDAY COMES TO THE DOOR, SMYTHE TRIES TO FORCE HIS WAY IN BUT HOLLIDAY STOPS HIM.)
SS: What the hell are you doing.
BH: I am hanging with Roberts and Anderson...
SS: Yeah in our damn locker room.
BH: Wrong, see this is the winners lockerroom and you cost us the Tag titles tonight so it was ruled your ass is watching this one in the lobby.
BH: You heard me...shit man...your hearing gone as well.
SA: Ha! He probably doesn't even know what a TV is he is so old!
(ROBERTS AND ANDERSON LAUGH AS HOLLIDAY SLAMS THE DOOR IN SMYTHE'S FACE AS HE WALKS AWAY PISSED OFF AND DEJECTED.)
SC: Now you still going to try and convince me Smythe and Holliday are 'cool'.
SJ: I saw nothing my monitor is on the fritz, besides which maybe Smythe does owe Holliday an apology after all Holliday has had to carry that team for sometime now with Smythe being well...old.
SC: You can't be serious.
World Heavyweight Championship Match - Fatal Four Way Elimination
[FLASHBACK: THE SHOCK RETURN OF THE MANAGEMENT IS FEATURED ANNOUNCING THIS BLOCKBUSTER MAIN EVENT ON 22/11. SINCE THEN THE FALL OUT OF THIS MATCH IS SHOWN, THE AT FIRST UNEASY SCALLY AND LEGEND ALLIANCE, SCALLY AND TWISTS TITLE CELEBRATION ON 27/11, THE FOUR MAN BRAWL 4/12, HL AND SCALLY FALL OUT ON 11/12 LEADING TO MAKE A LOFTING THE WORLD TITLE, 13/12 ANOTHER HUG BRAWL THIS TIME ANGEL LOFTING THE WORLD TITLE FINALLY SETTLING ON THE FOUR FINISHER BRAWL ON THE 18/12.]
JH: This match is tonight's Main Event and is a fatal four way elimination contest for the Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship...
(MASSIVE CROWD POP.)
*’TIME TO SHINE’
– E TOWN CONCRETE PLAYS*
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Manhattan, New York…weighing 261 pounds…The Peacemaker!!!
SC: Well Lilith is apparently not at ringside tonight either which is good news because I imagine she could be a handful Snoop.
SJ: A hot handful, Lord have mercy!
SC: Be serious. Folks we got one of the master's of the mindgames here former 2 time world champion and of course known for having incredible endurance in the ring, pushing himself and his opponent to the limit.
SJ: Yes, that's why he is called the Madman because he does things most normal people couldn't imagine doing.
*’SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION’ - MEGADETH PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. HARDCORE LEGEND EMERGES FROM THE CURTAINS, AND WALKS READY TO FIGHT DOWN THE AISLEWAY. HE GETS TO THE RING, AND JUMPS ONTO THE APRON, AND THEN HE STEPS BETWEEN THE TOP, AND SECOND ROPES INTO THE RING. HE THEN TAUNTS HIS OPPONENT.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Atlanta, Georgia…weighing 230 pounds…Hardcore Legend!!!
SC: And immediately security are at ringside forming a human wall between these two men, no love lost HL almost has his career ended by this man.
SJ: But let's remember who beat him...that's right The Peacemaker.
SC: But let's also remember what HL said about being the underdog last time he beat Chad and Pimp In arguably the two biggest names ever in pro wrestling for the world title.
*’COCHISE’ - AUDIOSLAVE PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD HEAT, BIGGEST OF THE NIGHT. THE ARENA LIGHTS CUT OUT AS THE FANS ALL GET TO THEIR FEET. THE TA-TRON BURSTS INTO LIFE AS THE FLAMING ANGEL DESIGN FALLS FROM THE TOP OF THE SCREEN TO THE BOTTOM. THE HELLBOUND LOGO FLASHES ON THE SCREEN AS A BRILLIANT WHITE LIGHT EMANATES FROM THE TOP OF THE RAMP, BLINDING THE FANS. WHEN THE LIGHT FADES FALLEN ANGEL AND SHRIEK ARE STANDING AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP. THE TWO MAKE THEIR WAY DOWN THE RAMP TO THE RING.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Shriek…from Parts Unknown…weighing 268 pounds…Fallen Angel!!!
SC: Has Scotland ever heard so many boos?
SJ: Not since England came over here in 1947 and bloew up Glasgow.
SC: That never happened.
SJ: Then explain why it looks like such a shit hole. I know history Scoop.
SC: Well then history should tell you Shriek is damn well banned from ringside! And well spotted referee Mike Felcher who immediately asks her to leave ringside.
*’CHARMLESS MAN’ – BLUR PLAYS*
(ROOF SHAKING CROWD POP. SCALLY WALKS ONTO THE STAGE HOLDING HIS TWO BUCKETS, ONE WITH THE WORDS SCRATCHED ‘PISS’ AND THE OTHER ‘SHIT’ HE HOLDS THE TWO BUCKETS UP IN TRIUMPH AND SHUFFLES TO THE RING RUNNING HIS TONGUE OVER HIS CRACKED REMAINING YELLOW TEETH.)
JH: Making his way towards the ring from Middlesborough, England…weighing 236 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Undisputed Heavyweight Champion...The Ultimate Scally!!!
SC: Listen to this place, who would have thought this man would be here at the end of 2004 as the World Champion.
SJ: Not fucking me for starters...
SC: But he has come a hell of a long way, he won the KOTDM Tourney, His 20th Hardcore title reign...CChallenge finalist...and then he beat Angel for the World title in his hometown...
SJ: And he is about to lose it to Angel in some toliet bowel city in Europe!
*'NEVER SCARED' - BONECRUSHER PLAYS*
(MASSIVE CROWD POP. THE MANAGEMENT WALKS OUT TO THE RING AND STARTS TO JOIN SCOOP AND SNOOP AT RINGSIDE.)
With all four men finally in the ring, the competitors take a corner each and warily eye each other up, as the audience buzz with anticipation. Suddenly, to a huge crowd roar, Scally throws himself at Angel! He sends Angel crashing backwards into the cornerpost, and starts hailing punches down on him. Peacemaker and Legend take this as a sign, and pile into each other, trading heavy blows in the middle of the ring.
SC: After just the slightest hint of hesitation, this TFWF title four way has EXPLODED into life!
SJ: Scally rushed Angel when he wasn't looking! How is that fair?
MG: Unbiased as ever, Snoop?
Angel is on his backside in the corner, desperately trying to cover up as Scally peppers him with punches. In the middle, Legend is beginning to win the punch trading, and is forcing Peacemaker backwards. Until, that is, Peacemaker dodges one, and aims a swift knee into Legend's stomach. He then grabs the doubled over Legend by the scruff of the neck, and throws him shoulder first into the middle turnbuckle of the cornerpost. With Legend temporarily demobilized, Peacemaker takes the opportunity to come up behind Scally (who is still flailing away at Angel), spin him around, and kick him in the gut. Ever the opportunist, he goes for an early 'Silencer'! The crowd noise quadruples with a mixture of boos and cheers, as Peacemaker hooks Scally's neck. However, with his back to Scally, Scally pushes Peacemaker away, straight into a vicious diving lariat from Legend, which almost takes Peacemaker's head off! As Legend shakes his arm and winces with the force of the clothesline, Peacemaker wisely rolls out of the ring to get a breather. Meanwhile, Scally turns his attention back to Angel... to receive a swift boot to the crown jewels. This draws much crowd heat, as Angel lifts Scally up, and drops him head first onto the top turnbuckle in a 'snake eyes' type move. Scally bounces backwards with the momentum and flops through the ropes. Angel and Legend then turn their attention to each other. Legend beckons Angel on with both hands, then brings both arms up in a boxer's stance. Angel takes a confident step towards him, and is rewarded with a sharp left jab from the babyface. He staggers back slightly. Legend tries a couple more lightning fast jabs, which meet their target, and follows up with a roundhouse right, which takes Angel off his feet. The crowd pop, as the referee warns Legend about the closed fist. Legend pushes the ref out of the way, and goes for a cover....1...2... Angel kicks out with some ease.
SJ: You're not going to beat Fallen Angel with a couple of punches!
SC: Hardcore Legend is only too aware that, in a match like this, with two other guys trying to stop your pin attempts, you've got to take your opportunities where you can.
MAN: Although, this being an ELIMINATION four-way, it may well be in the other two guys interests for Legend to get Angel out of the way...
SC: Good point!
SJ: (under his breath): Suck up.
Legend then picks Angel up, and bodyslams him. With Angel prone, Legend climbs onto the second turnbuckle, turns around, and prepares to fly off for a middle rope fist drop. However, he's suddenly grabbed from behind by Peacemaker, who's climbed onto the ring apron! Legend swings an elbow back into Peacemaker's face, which rocks him back, but he hangs onto the top rope. Maker swings a punch back at him. Legend teeters on the middle rope, and turns around to get a better swing at Maker. Maker grabs him by the throat, and climbs onto the outside of the second turnbuckle for greater leverage. Legend breaks free from the hold, and places a foot on the top turnbuckle. Ths prompts Maker to place his own foot on the top. They trade blows, perched on top of the cornerpost, each swaying as he's hit, but not falling off. Until, that is... Fallen Angel hops onto the second buckle, and pushes both men off! They go flying the 15 feet to the arena floor, where their heads and upper bodies hit the steel guard railing. Both men bounce off the rail to the floor, each knocked silly.
SC: OMIGOD! Did you see that? Peacemaker and Hardcore Legend both fell 15 feet, only to smash headfirst into the steel railing! That may well be the last we see of them this evening!
SJ: HE WARNED 'EM! Fallen Angel told them he'd deal with them! Let that be a lesson! HAHAHAHAHA!
SC: Let's not forget though, that whilst this match is pretty much 'anything goes', a participant must be pinned or made to submit INSIDE THE RING to be eliminated...
Fallen Angel stands alone in the ring, arms held aloft in victory, taunting the crowd, who respond with a barrage of boos. Those boos quickly turn to cheers however, as The Ultimate Scally grabs Angel from behind. He goes to whip Angel to the ropes, but Angel reverses it. Scally bounces off the ropes, and Angel goes for a clothesline, but Scally ducks. Scally bounces off the opposite rope, and Angel ducks for a back body drop, but Scally hooks him around the neck, and lays him out with a huge spinning DDT! Angel's head bumps off the canvas. Scally scuttles over for a quick pin...1...2... Angel beats it at 2 and three-quarters! The crowd 'ooh' in disappointment. Scally raises Angel to his feet, rocks him with a European uppercut, then grabs him by the throat. Angel retaliates, however, with a thumb to the eye, another tactic that meets with strong crowd disapproval. He then whips Scally to the ropes again. Scally comes off the ropes, and Angel swings an arm at him, which Scally once again ducks. He then bounces off the other ropes, but this time, but this time, Angel manages to hook his arms around Scally's neck, and puts him in a sleeper. Scally flails about trying to escape, but Angel has the sleeperhold locked in tight. Scally begins to waver, and drops down to one knee. Angel increases the pressure, causing Scally to slump into a seated position. His eyes are starting to close, his whole body has become limp.... The referee lifts his arm..... it drops straight back down. The ref lifts his arm a second time.... it drops downwards again. With the crowd noise increasing, and a look of grim determination spreading over Angel's face, the ref holds Scally's arm up a third time. He drops it... it wavers.... and turns into a defiant fist, complete with extended middle finger! The fans go wild, as Scally pushes backwards to raise himself and Angel up. With both men on their feet, Scally aims a back elbow into Angel's midsection. Angel wobbles, but doesn't release the hold. Scally fires another elbow backwards... this time it does break the hold. However, Angel immediately fires a short right into Scally's kidney area, and locks the sleeper right back on! Scally starts to wobble... then reaches behind for Angel's head, drops to his knees, and nails Angel with a jawbreaker! Angel staggers backwards, clutching his chin, and Scally follows up with a clothesline, that sends Angel somersaulting backwards over the top rope to the arena floor! Scally slumps to his knees in the ring, still feeling the after effects of the sleeper. At ringside, Angel haphazardly staggers to his feet... only to be staggered by a crushing steel chair shot to the head, compliments of Hardcore Legend, blood dripping from a gash to his forehead! He swings at Angel again, sending the Hellbound member to one knee! Legend raises the chair one more time, and brings it down mercilessly on Angel's skull. This shot knocks Angel out cold.
SC: He's alive! Hardcore Legend is alive!
SJ: Argh! Get Sean Smythe down here! Get Shriek down here!
MAN: NOBODY will be interfering in this match, Snoop. Deal with it.
Legend briefly stands over the prone Fallen Angel, one arm raising the chair above his head, soaking up the crowd's adulation. He then spies that Scally is still shaking off the cobwebs in the ring, and starts to climb through the ropes, chair in hand. He is through the ropes himself, and just needs to pull the chair through... but someone else has a hand on it. Peacemaker has grabbed the chair from outside! He, too, is showing the effects of his and Legends big fall, and has a massive bruise rising between his eyebrows. He and Legend are now involved in a tug of war over the chair, Maker stood at ringside, Legend crouched through the ropes. Maker finally tugs the chair free of Legend, who falls backwards, straight into a Scally roll-up. The ref counts....1...2... Legend kicks out! Both men get to their feet. Legend is first to react, and aims a roundhouse kick to Scally's knee. He then whips Scally to the ropes. Scally bounces off, and, as he comes back, Legend uses Scally's own momentum to propel him towards the other ropes.... where Peacemaker is trying to enter the ring, chair in hand. Scally crashes into Maker, Maker flies off the apron back to the arena floor, the chair flying out of his hand. Scally wobbles back into the ring, where Legend drives him into the canvas with a huge spinebuster! Legend goes for the cover...1....2... Peacemaker breaks the pin attempt, with a diving elbow to the back of Legend's head! Legend rolls off Scally, Maker goes for a pin himself....1...2.. Scally raises a shoulder! Peacemaker gets to his feet, where he is joined by Legend. The two iron men get into a battle of reverse knife edges, eliciting a series of hearty 'whoos' from the audience. Peacemaker starts to back Legend onto the ropes. He takes a step back, and charges at him. However, Legend ducks, and back body drops Maker to the arena floor. Luckily for him, Maker lands on his feet. Unluckily for him, Legend holds onto the top rope, and slingshots himself under the bottom rope, kicking Maker into the Spanish announcer's table. Legend joins him at ringside, and continues to launch forearms into him, Maker pressed up against the table. The Spanish announcers decide to get the Hell out of Dodge. Legend is rocking Maker with a volley of blows, but Maker reaches behind, and pulls one of the monitors out of the table. He swings it at Legend, and it bounces off Legend's skull. This heelish tactic earns Maker a round of boos. Legend teeters back with the blow. Maker grabs him by the hair, delivers a forearm to his jaw, then throws him on top of the Spanish announcer's table. With Legend laid on his back on the table, Maker climbs on top, straddles him, and starts laying heavy blows into his head. It's all Legend can do to cover up, so most of the shots bounce off his arms. Meanwhile, in the ring, Scally has recovered his senses, and has climbed through the ropes. He stands on the ring apron, and to an amazed cheer from the audience, launches himself at Maker and Legend! He crashes down on them, causing the table to collapse, and the three warriors to be laid flat out amongst the wreckage!
SC: OMIGOD! The devastation! Scally, Peacemaker and Legend have reduced our Spanish collegue's table to splinters! All three men are off their feet!
SJ: Never mind them... is Angel alive? He STILL hasn't moved!
MAN: TRY and maintain some professional perspective, Snoop. Er..... is Peacemaker alright?
After what seems like an eternity, someone stirs amongst the debris. It's Scally, to a barrage of cheers! He is on his hands and knees, desperately shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts, and is bleeding heavily from the mouth. He rises up to one knees, then to his feet, pretty unsteadily. Now, Maker is moving, slowly pushing himself up. Scally gingerly totters over to him, grabs him by the hair, and pulls him to his feet. He then leads him to the ring, where he pushes him in under the bottom rope. Scally then wearily slides under the ropes himself, the fans chanting 'Scally, Scally'. He quickly covers Maker....1....2.... Maker raises a shoulder, at 2 and five-eighths! The crowd 'ooh' loudly. Scally holds his head in his hands in despair. Very, very slowly, he rises to his feet, and pulls Maker upright. Maker suddenly breaks free of his grasp, however, and hits Scally with a surprise belly-to-belly suplex. Maker goes for the cover...1...2...the pin is broken up by a last gasp dive from Hardcore Legend, his face now a mask of crimson! Legend tiredly gets to his feet, and kicks Peacemaker, who is still on the mat, in the head. He then raises him up, and signals for the Ultima Manus, to a huge roar! However, as he prepares for the move, Scally spits blood into his face! He then DDTs Legend, to complete the 'Scally Spit'! Before he can cover him, however, Peacemaker grabs Scally from behind, and throws him through the ropes. He covers Legend himself...1....2.... Legend raises a shoulder, at the very last milisecond! Peacemaker is beside himself, but has the wherewithall to raise Legend again, kick him in the gut, and nail a 'Silencer'! He goes for a cover....1...2.... Maker is pulled out of the ring by Scally!
SC: Omigod! Hardcore Legend has survived a 'Scally Spit' and a 'Silencer'!
MAN: His troubles may not be over though....
As Scally and Peacemaker brawl on the outside, Fallen Angel crawls into the ring, and drapes an arm over the exhausted and bloody Legend....1....2....3!
Eliminated, by Fallen Angel: Hardcore Legend
SJ: That's what I'm talking about! One down, two to go!
SC: Well, you certainly can't deny Angel's opportunism....
SJ: All part of being a great champion, Scoop... Which is what Angel will be again by the end of the night!
Hardcore Legend is helped up the ramp by officials, his skin barely visible under all the blood. In the ring, Angel wearily rises to his feet and celebrates, to another huge round of boos. Meanwhile, Peacemaker has smashed Scally's head into the ring steps, and now slides under the bottom rope to re-enter the ring. He spins Angel around, and nails him with several punches. He then whips Angel to the ropes, and catches him on his return with a karate chop to the stomach. With Angel bent over double, Maker himself comes off the ropes, and delivers a high knee to the underside of Angel's jaw, sending the Hellbound leader onto his back. Maker goes for the cover....1....2.... Angel kicks out! His frustration beginning to show, Maker rises and bounces off the ropes again for a running fist drop. However, Scally pulls the top rope down, and Maker cartwheels over the top to the arena floor. Scally enters the ring, and delivers a powerful leg drop over Angel's throat. He covers....1...2... Angel kicks out again! Scally rises to his feet, blood dribbling from his mouth. He raises Angel up, and goes to whip him to the ropes. Angel reverses it, however, and Scally goes to the ropes. As Scally returns, Angel goes for a big boot, but Scally ducks under. Scally comes back off the other rope, and this time Angel scoops him up, and nails a dangerous exploder suplex, almost dropping Scally directly on his head. Scally goes down in a heap, Angel makes the cover....1...2... Peacemaker drops a double axe handle on Angel's back to break up the cover.
SC: With exhaustion setting in, the pin attempts are now flying in thick and fast. But who will have the intestinal fortitude to prevail?
MAN: Well, of course, Peacemaker has superior anaerobic conditioning....
SJ: But Fallen Angel has a proven track record in big matches like this....
SC: And Scally has been toughened by years on the unforgiving streets of Middlesborough!
SJ: So, it's unanimous, then. Angel to win.
SC: You're an idiot.
Maker raises Angel up, and whips him into the cornerpost. He charges Angel, but Angel raises a foot, and catches the oncoming Maker in the jaw. Angel then scoops Maker up, turns around, and hangs him up in the 'tree of woe' position. Angel then slides out of the ring, and grabs Maker's head from behind, putting pressure on the back of his neck. This being an 'anything goes' match, Angel is within his rights to do this without a rope break, and the ref asks Maker if he wants to submit. Maker waves his hand in a 'no' motion. With the audience getting behind Maker, Angel eventually releases the hold, gets back in the ring, and aims a few spiteful kicks at Maker's head, still in the 'tree of woe' position. Angel then walks over to the other corner of the ring, and charges at Maker feet first! He intends to baseball slide Maker in the head... but, at the very last possible moment, Maker lifts his head up, and Angel slides into the ringpost, crotching himself at high velocity! The crowd cheer for Angel's misfortune, as Maker pulls himself up and releases himself from the turnbuckles. He's very weary, however, and drops to his knees. He notices Scally is slow to rise, and pushes himself upright again. As the crowd noise grows, Maker signals for 'The Silencer', and waits patiently for Scally to stand upright. He goes for the kick to the gut, but Scally blocks it, and suddenly sprays Maker's face with blood! Temporarily blinded, Maker is easy prey to the follow up DDT, to finish off the 'Scally Spit'. Scally crawls over to Maker for the cover.....1....2...3!
Eliminated, by The Ultimate Scally: The Peacemaker
SC: We're down to two!
SJ: Ha! Looks like you backed the wrong guy, Management!
MAN: Commentators can be replaced, you know...
SJ: (sheepishly) Sorry... Mr Management.... Sir.
Peacemaker raises his shoulder just after the three count, and is absolutely LIVID. He argues vehemently with the ref, who orders him to leave the ring and walk up the ramp. Maker eventually DOES leave the ring, but stays at ringside, arguing with the referee, and shouting at the Management. Meanwhile, with Angel just starting to rise from his unfortunate groin injury, Scally slides out of the ring on the blind side of the referee, and reaches under the ring. He pulls out.... a bucket full of shit, to a rapturous cheer. He slides it into the ring, then gets back in himself. On the other side of the arena floor, Peacemaker is still remonstrating with the ref and the Management. Scally walks over, with Peacemaker facing the commentator's table... and empties the shit all over his head! Maker is furious! Scally shoots him a toothless grin, as Maker tries to get back in the ring. However, the ref restrains him. On Scally's blindside, Angel is sneaking up on him. But at the last moment, Scally turns round, and bashes Angel on the head with the steel bucket! Angel drops to the mat, Scally goes for the cover, and waits for the count to start... but the ref is still holding Peacemaker back! Scally starts to beat the count out himself....1..2....3....4....5....6....7.... Finally, the ref turns around....1....2.... Angel lifts a shoulder, at 2 and nine-tenths! Scally can't believe it! No-one in the audience can believe it! Scally wonders what he's got to do to pin Angel. He lifts him up, and goes to whip him to the ropes. Angel reverses it, and Scally goes to the ropes. He comes back, he dodges an Angel clothesline. He hits the opposite ropes... WHACK!.... Maker nails him across the back with a steel chair. The audience boo Maker. Scally stumbles forward... straight into 'The Darkness'! Angel makes the cover....1....2....3!
Eliminated, by Fallen Angel: The Ultimate Scally
Winner, via pinfall and NEW Undisputed Heavyweight champion: Fallen Angel
SJ: YESSSSSSSSSS! He's done it! Fallen Angel is once again the TFWF champion!
SC: With a little help from YOUR associate, Management. The Ultimate Scally pinned Peacemaker and humiliated him, so he retaliated in the most childish and spiteful way imagineable! Hey... where are you going?.....
The Management has removed his microphone, and is walking away from the table. He grabs Peacemaker by the arm, still covered in shit. The two make their way around the ring and head up the aisle, Peacemaker still looking daggers at The Ultimate Scally. Meanwhile, in the ring, the ref hands Fallen Angel the Undisputed belt, which he kisses, then climbs the cornerpost and raises the belt above his head, to a unanimous collection of boos from the thousands of fans in attendence.
SC: Well, fans... What a controversial end to an amazing PPV. Fallen Angel is once again TFWF champion.
SJ: Whoo-hoo! Have a
Hellbound New Year everyone!