December 17th 2005 - Olympiastadion - Berlin, Germany One of the TFWF PPV events, Ice Storm always heats up the winter nights.

[FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS OF FAMOUS MOMENTS IN THE ICE STORM HISTORY ARE SHOWN AS WELL MERGED IN A SPLIT SCREEN WITH THE FAMOUS MOMENTS FROM 2005. THE FINAL SLOGAN SAYS THE WORDS "IT ALL ENDS TONIGHT" IN REFERENCE TO THE FINAL T.F.W.F. EVENT OF 2005.] *'HELL FREEZES OVER' - THE FAMILY PLAYS* (THE THEME VIDEO AND MUSIC FOR ICE STORM 2005 ENGULFS THE ARENA IN BERLIN AS THE PYROS EXPLODE ALL OVER THE PLACE THE CROWD ARE ON THEIR FEET AS THE SHOT SETTLES AT RINGSIDE.) SC: Welcome everyone it's time to dust of the tuxedos as the T.F.W.F. presents it's own Christmas present for the year...Ice Storm 2005! SJ: An Axis presents it's own present a total T.F.W.F. ass kicking! SC: That is yet to be seen as we can see in the ring at this time James and Kagemusha Tempura kicking off the show as they face Doc and Leary, let's go to Jaycee, but first this quick flash back! Jason Leary/Doc Holliday vs Kagemusha Tempura/James [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS SHOW TEMPURA AND JAMES AS AXIS SYMPATHIZERS AND THEIR ACTIONS. IT ALSO SHOWS DOC AND LEARY SWORN BITTER ENEMEIS FOR EVER COMING TOGETHER OVER THE LAST TWO WEEKS TO FIGHT OFF THE AXIS LACKIES.) (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team encounter...currently in the ring representing The Axis Fan Club...at a total combined weight of 407 pounds...Kagemusha Tempura...and James!!! SC: Not even an entrance for these two men... SJ: Bah! *'COWBOY' - KID ROCK PLAYS* (CROWD POP. A SET OF PLAYING CARDS FANS ON THE T.A.T. AS GUN SHOT HOLES APPEAR ALL AROUND THEM. HOLLIDAY STROLLS UNDER THE STAGE WITH A CIGAR IN HIS MOUTH. HE SMILES, DROPS IT AND STUBS IT OUT WITH HIS BOOT BEFORE WALKING TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Dallas, Texas…weighing 240 pounds…Bill 'The Doc' Holliday!!! SC: Did you hear that crowd pops for Doc Hollliday, something we thought we would never hear, but the crowd seem behind him tonight. SJ: Stupid crowd never cheered him when he was cool! JH: And his partner... *'HEARTBREAKER' - LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS* (SLIGHTLY BIGGER CROWD POP THAN DOC. 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: Now here is a big crowd favourite, even if he is in slightly hostile waters. Look at the dtermination on his face! SJ: Looks like constipation to me... The bell rings and Doc and Leary are quick to get to work on Kage and James. They quickly clean house and score a couple of big moves to knock the two heels down. Leary then retreats to his corner and lets the Doc start as the legal man. It's Doc and Kage and it is soon apparent who the fans want to see come out on top. Doc is quick to nail Kagemusha with a couple of suplexes and drops a couple of elbows. Kage tries a quick comeback but is soon halted by a boot to the face. The crowd cheers and Doc picks Kage up and hurls him in the corner. Doc then grabs Kage and hurls him into the ring post shoulder first before whipping him again, only this time to his corner where he tags out to Leary. SC: Good Start for Doc here Snoop. SJ: Yeah. Umm Is James asleep in the corner? James seems away with the fairy's as Doc and Leary perform a double suplex on Tempura. Leary goes for the cover but only gets a two. Leary raises Kage up and performs a Hurracaranna to the applause of the crowd. Leary puts the boots to Kage as he seems to be getting revenge for the recent attacks from the heel team. Jason hurls Kage into the ropes and nails a perfect dropkick for another two count. Leary then motions for James to get in the ring, James very gingerly looks uninterested but does so anyway. And Leary clobbers him with a clothesline. The crowd cheers as Leary tags out to Doc. Who enters the ring and goes back to work on Kage. Only this time Doc picks Tempura up and throws him out of the ring. Holliday follows as Leary beats the living crap out of James with all he's got. James scores with a cheeky slap, but Leary just nails him with a 3 Lion Driver. The crowd cheers as Jason covers, but the ref tells him he's not the legal man. Leary shrugs and goes back to work on beating James down. Outside the ring Doc is hurling Tempura into the railings at ringside, throwing him against the ring and dropping him on the cold hard mat at ringside. Kage looks battered and bruised as Doc throws him back in the ring. Leary scores with a dropkick to the face of Kage as he enters the ring and the crowd cheers. SC: It would seem there is only one team in this match Snoop. SJ: Yeah, and the oddball couple are working well together. Who'd have thought? Leary returns to his corner as Doc picks up both Kage and James. He looks all around the crowd as they cheer. Doc looks at Leary who nods. Doc outstretches his arms, with Kage and Tempura at the ends of them, before bringing the two heels together, heads first. The crowd pops as the two men collapse in a heap. Doc laughs and tags back out to Leary. The two men then deliver a suplex to Kage and James, before dropping elbows in sync. A cover only gets a two. Leary picks up James, and Doc picks up Kage, and they go to opposite turnbuckles. Then, again in sync, they smash the two heels heads into the turnbuckles, before moving on to the next one, then the next one, but at the fourth turnbuckle. They smash their heads into the buckles ten times in succession and the two heels just collapse in the ring. Doc and Leary then start to turn on the style as they start on double teaming the two heels. A Double Powerbomb followed by Doc suplexing Leary onto Kage and James. Doc with a Snapmare on Kage and a front face dropkick from Leary. And just when it couldn't get any worse for the heels. Doc puts James head between his legs and Leary goes up top. As Holliday raises James up Leary comes down and the Top Rope Spike Piledriver has the crowd in awe. As James crumples in a heap the crowd goes wild. The two faces look pleased with what they've done and go back to putting the boots on Tempura and James. SC: Some great teamwork being shown by this somewhat odd couple Snoop, a team to watch out for in 2006? SJ: Maybe, if they lose their goofyness. I mean, you could just slap Leary, but it's Christmas. So lets be nice. They could be a team to look out for… At the circus!!!!! God I kill myself! SC: Wanker… SJ: HEY! The match seems to have slowed down, with Doc and Leary seemingly taking their time in finishing the job. The two heels are out on their feet as Doc and Leary continue to beat them down. They start the beginning of the end when Leary plants James with a second 3 Lion Driver and Doc performs the Full House on Kage, onto James's prone body. The crowd cheers and the two in control look at each other. Leary picks up Kage and Doc takes James, they head over to opposite corners and slowly climb up, carrying their respective heels with them. Once on the top, the two men nod at each other and at the same time, Leary flies off the top with a 3 Lion Driver to Kage and Doc plants James with a Full House off the top. As the two heels crumple. The crowd rise to their feet, chanting 'Holy Shit! Holy Shit!'. Doc and Leary then go for a double cover and both men pick up the win. SC: What a performance by Doc and Leary in this match, and Snoop. Some good teamwork. SJ: I wouldn't be surprised, if after this humiliation, we never see Kage or James again. That was some beating they just took. SC: Indeed it was, and what a great show Jason and Doc just put on for us all. As the bell rings, Jason and Holliday, square up to each other. Still uncertain about the other. However, Doc extends his hand out and Jason accepts, much to the delight of the crowd. Winners, via pinfall: Jason Leary & Doc Holliday SC: Great win at the PPV for Doc and Leary and can I say we might have seen the developement of an excellent tag team. SJ: Bah... (T.F.W.F. GOES TO A HYPE VIDEO FOR SOME UP COMING HOUSE SHOWS AND LIVE TV EVENTS FOR 2006.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: Sum really exciting events coming up in the T.F.W.F. calender Snoop. SJ: Yeah, and to think all these people will get a glimpse of me! T.F.W.F. European Title Match Sandy Makel w/ Selina (c) vs Aaron Roberts [FLASHBACK: AARON ROBERTS INFATUATION WITH SELINA IS HIGHLIGHTED AS WELL AS SANDY MAKEL'S ATTEMPTS TO STOP THE STALKER BEING ALL OVER HIS GIRLFRIEND. THEIR CONFRONTATIONS ARE SHOWN INCLUDING ROBERTS' EXTREMELY RISKY ADVANCES WHEN TAKING MAKEL OUT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. European Championship... (CROWD POP.) *'WE WILL RISE' - ARCH ENEMY* (MASSIVE 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 Roberts!!! SC: Out of all the Axis crew, I think this man makes me the sickest and what he put poor Selina through. SJ: Is it his fault he is a desriable male and the next European Champion? JH: And his opponent... *'HYSTERIA' - MUSE PLAYS* (BIG CROWD POP. SELINA COMES OUT FIRST, POSING FOR THE CROWD AS THE TAT LIGHTS UP WITH THE SCROLLING WORDS "LET IT RIDE". BEHIND HER, SANDY STEPS OUT, HOLDING HIS GOLDEN 12 SIDED DIE. HE PINCHES IT BETWEEN THUMB AND FOREFINGER AND BLOWS ON IT, SENDING IT SPINNING IN HIS GRIP. AFTER THAT, THE TWO WALK DOWN TO THE RING, AND SANDY SLIPS THE DIE DOWN SELINA'S CLEAVAGE BEFORE CLIMBING INTO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Selina…from Ocean City, New Jersey…weighing 226 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. European Champion...Sandy 'The Dice' Makel!!! SC: I think the thing is you got to wonder if your Sandy Makel can you deal with the power of Aaron Roberts. SJ: He can't and I also reckon Selina will dump Sandy for Aaron… SC: Will you be serious. Roberts and Makel circle each other and lock up, Roberts shoves Makel to the ground, he flexes in front of a booing crowd as Makel gets slowly to his feet and they lock up again, Roberts goes for another shove, but Makel grabs his free arm and scores a modified hip toss into a standing arm bar. He wrenches in the move as Roberts looks extremely uncomfortable on the deck, Roberts rolls over and attempts to reverse the armbar, but Makel drops his leg and in a moment of mat wrestling expertise is able to synch in a sitting wrist lock. SC: Enjoying what we are seeing from Sandy in this early exchange, apparently the best way to counter Roberts is to make it so he cannot use his power. SJ: Early days yet Scoop, early days… Sandy picks up Roberts and launches him into the ropes, a rebounding Roberts ducks a Sandy sleeper attempt and scores a standing neckbreaker which sends Makel hard to the canvass. Roberts gets to his feet and grabs Makel scoring a standing suplex with an emphatic drop. Rolling around the ring the Axis member holds his arms in the air as the German crowd boo his movements. Roberts points over towards Selina and makes a kissing motion, but as he wastes time Sandy Makel is able to grab him in a school boy pin move and gets a 2 count. Roberts gets up and Makel immediately hip tosses him back into the standing arm bar we saw in the opening exchange. Sandy tightens in the wrist lock as the crowd applaud his versatility. SC: Some big power moves there for Roberts, but look at the resilience of the European Champion, back to the basics. SJ: Ha…he is lucky. SC: Well, correct me if I am wrong, does Sandy not already own a semi victory over the challenger at Autumn Annihilation 6. SJ: That was nothing…this is one on one and we know that the animal of Axis…the Gloucester bad boy is going to make Makel pay and start us off on a night where Axis gets all the gold! Sandy continues to work on the arm, but Roberts powers up and Sandy tries to modify the move into a sleeper. Roberts pulls Sandy onto his back and slams Sandy back first into the turnbuckle loosening the hold. He then hits a series of clubbing blows to the head before clotheslining Sandy over the top rope to the apron before Makel falls down to the arena floor. Roberts uncharacteristically gets onto the top rope and looks to nail a double axe handle, but Sandy moves and slams Roberts head into the steel guard rail causing him to be slightly busted open. Sandy then launches a right and left into Roberts as he sends him head first into the steel steps. Sandy is on a roll as he gives Selina a kiss on the cheek to a hot, hot crowd reaction…Sandy rolls Roberts into the ring and pulls himself to the top turnbuckle where he scores a sensational elbow drop which stuns Roberts he gets a two count on the pin attempt, but Roberts gets a shoulder up easily. Sandy launches in with more and more punches to the face sending Roberts into the turnbuckle, he looks to score a modified cross body move, but Roberts catches him, he spins him around and hits a devastating running powerslam from nowhere. SC: Shades of the Fallen Angel move arsenal there as Roberts pure power is the undoing of a Sandy move. SJ: Aaron Roberts is a counter machine, when it comes to power, there is not a better power wrestler in the T.F.W.F.. Roberts pulls Sandy to his feet and hits an inverted atomic drop followed by a clothesline which almost rips Sandy's head off. Picking up Makel again he scores a backbreaker and makes a 2 count on his pin attempt. Roberts' head bleeds a little more from an earlier incident as he scores another devastating standing suplex on Sandy allowing for maximum lift and hold on the upside down Makel. Roberts then drops out of the ring and starts pursuing Selina who runs around the ring like a mad woman in fear. SC: Oh come on here a minute…Roberts is after Selina again! SJ: It's called bedroom games Scoop, look how she is in character pretending to run away scared when she really wants that big hunk of man…it's very erotic. SC: Will you be serious! Selina turns another corner, but Makel has had time to recover, he bounds off the ropes and launches himself over the top scoring a high cross body and sending himself and Roberts over the guard rail into the crowd in arguably move of the match so far. SC: BOTH MEN ARE A COMPLETE MESS! WHAT A DAREDEVIL MOVE BY SANDY MAKEL!!! SJ: I am pretty sure that was an illegal move… SC: What it was, was the Champion pulling out all the stops he wants Roberts to pay and I tell you I think he might have the number of The Arrogance! After about a 7 count, both men get back into the ring and manage to hold it together for a few moments. Makel seems to be favouring his right arm a little bit and Roberts is spouting blood left, right and centre from his earlier wound. Roberts gets groggily to his feet first and pulls Makel to his he moves Makel into a powerbomb position, but Makel hits a hurricanrana in mid air to stop the move. He gets a real near fall as Roberts only just gets up his shoulder before three. Makel picks Roberts too his feet and goes for a powebomb of his own, but Roberts blocks it and nails Makel with a clothesline. SC: And look at him now, Roberts is going for Selina…he is going for her! Someone get some damn security out here! SJ: Roberts is such a ladies man… Roberts tries to give her a kiss, but she slaps him around the face and tries to run, he roughly grabs her by the hand and pulls her into the ring and starts berating her. She tries to swing a set of brass knuckles at him, but he catches her hand and pulls them off. Roberts touches his mouth and then looks to hit her with them himself! SC: Oh God, Roberts noooooooo! As Roberts swings back, Makel in a diving attempt throws himself in the way of the blow to protect Selina and in the process knocks himself out cold. Roberts smiles as he tosses Selina out of the ring and pulls up Makel hitting the 'Money Maker' and covers Sandy to get the one…two…three! SC: Good God, Roberts stole this damn match and that damn title is this going to be the way Axis conducts all their business at Ice Storm 2005. SJ: Look at Roberts he has the girls all over him and now he is the European Champion of the T.F.W.F.. Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. European Champion: Aaron Roberts Roberts celebrates in the ring to a chorus of boos as he smiles at the non-adoring German crowd. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO KAGEMUSHA TEMPURA STANDING WITH MAHONEY MCMILLIAN.) MM: Kagemusha, we want you to put the rumours to rest tonight and tell this T.F.W.F. crowd you are leaving T.F.W.F.. KT: Well...I...wait a minute did you say I am leaving the T.F.W.F.. MM: That's right...see I have put up with your crap of beating me up since you got here. You have disgraced the T.F.W.F. with your actions consorting with RKW wrestling a rival of the T.F.W.F. for a mega deal contract so it takes great pleasure from me to tell you, you are fired! KT: Hang on, you can't fire me! I am Tempura! MM: I can't but The Management can and I asked a favour of the boss. To watch you...to watch you get your ass kicked! (ALL OF A SUDDEN THE INSANE ASYLUM WALK INTO VIEW THE CROWD GO ABSOLUTELY CRAZY.) MM: So I take great pleasure in saying take him away boys! (TEMPURA ATTEMPTS A KARATE CHOP TO CREEPER'S CHEST WHO JUST LAUGHS HIS ASS OFF. TEMPURA THEN TRIES A KICK, BUT CREEPER PICKS HIM UP AND FROM NOWHERE THEY DELIVER THE 'H2H' TO TEMPURA BEFORE THE CAMERA SHOWS THEM THROWING HIM OUT THE BACK DOOR.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: So the rumours were true Tempura was consulting with RKW all this time for them to put together that Cory Hatred and Kagemusha Tempura match. SJ: What a blockbuster match that will be...man RKW will certainly get a massive ratings boost with that one. SC: Anyway, let's see how our own Hardcore match came about...for the Hardcore title between Blake True and Sebastian Cross... T.F.W.F. Hardcore Title Match Sebastian Cross (c) vs Blake True [FLASHBACK: THE RISE OF BOTH TRUE AND CROSS AS PREMIER STARS IS HIGHLIGHTED THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. THEIR RECENT ALLIANCES TO THE T.F.W.F. MOVEMENT AND AXIS ARE ALSO SHOWN AND THEIR SHOWDOWNS IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Championship... (CROWD POP.) *'SIMPLY THE BEST' - TINA TURNER PLAYS* (MAJOR 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: I think you got to ask yourself...is Blake True really going to be Hardcore. SJ: Axis, already has one win tonight Scoopy, get ready for win number two! JH: And his opponent... *'REV 22:20' - PUSCIFER PLAYS* (MAJOR CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS AND THE TRON DEPICTS SEBASTIAN CROSS WITH HIS BACK FACING THE AUDIENCE. ARMS STRETCHED OUT TO EITHER SIDE LIKE THE MESSIAH, HEAD DOWN. SILVER FIREWORKS ERUPT FROM EITHER SIDE OF THE WALKWAY AS HE TURNS AROUND AND APPEARS IN THE ENTRY WAY. HE SLOWLY WALKS TO THE RING) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown…weighing 227 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion...Sebastian Cross!!! SC: The T.F.W.F. Daredevil is here! SJ: Oh God another bandwagon for you to jump on! The bell sounds and both men lock up fast and furious. True gets control first and does a go behind on Cross. He hooks his arms around Cross's waist, but True runs forward and grabs onto the ropes, forcing True to knock himself into his back and roll backwards. Cross turns around, as True gets to his feet. True goes for a clothesline but Cross ducks down, and pulls down the top rope forcing True over the top rope. True hits the ringside floor, as Cross runs towards the other side of the ring. True gets to his feet and towards the ring, when Cross hits him with a baseball slide, throwing True chest first into the security rail. Cross gets to his feet as the crowd cheers. True looks up at Cross, and begins to limp towards the aisle. He waves off Cross and goes up the ramp as the crowd boos. Cross, smiles and looks at the crowd who cheers him on. He slides out of the ring and goes after True. He forearms True from behind and then grabs his head and steers him back to the ring. He rams True's head into the security rail on the aisle way and then whips him towards the ring, but True reverses it and Cross smacks into the ring apron and then falls face first onto the ring mat. True then drops a leg onto the bag of Cross neck and pins him. The referee counts 1….Cross kicks out. True raises up Cross and slides him into the ring. True climbs up the apron and then unto the top rope. He goes as if too fly off but he waves off the fans and steps down onto the ring, the boos literally come from all angles. SC: Blake True basically telling the fans he will not given them a high risk move! SJ: Why should he do what these fans want to see? What if his picture perfect face gets ruined? True raises up Cross and whips towards the corner, and hits a running clothesline onto Cross's chest. Before Cross falls to the mat, True grabs him by the back of the head and slams him backwards onto the mat. He smiles as the crowd boos like crazy. True rolls out of the ring, and goes under it too see what he can find. Cross is holding his head in pain as True pulls out a table from under the ring and slides it inside. He also grabs a kendo stick and slides back inside. He twirls it around and it falls, the crowd laughs at him as Cross grabs it, and smacks True in the head with it. True falls to one knee, as Cross goes behind him and whacks him in the back with the stick, forcing True onto his feet and his back clenched in pain. True turns around and is once again hit in the face with the stick. Cross pins him 1…2… True manages to kick out as the crowd boos. Cross grabs the table and sets it up in the middle off the ring. He places True on it and leaves the kendo stick on it as well. He goes to the top rope, and True grabs the kendo stick, as Cross flies off, True swats him down with the kendo stick, hitting him bullseye in the face, and the stick breaks completely. SC: The momentum Cross had was just taken away by a mere kendo stick shot to the face by Blake True! SJ: It's spelled r-e-v-e-n-g-e! He hit him in the face first! You know how long that will take to heal? True grabs the short end of the stick and begins to choke Cross with it. Cross tries to fight it off, and manages to get to his feet momentarily, but True forces him back down. Cross is almost out as the referee raises his arm and it drops once. He raises it up again and it drops a second time. True smiles, as the referee raises it up a third time but Cross manages to keep it up. He gets to his feet and runs head first into the corner, he bends down a little as True's head smashes into the top turnbuckle and the crowd cheers. Cross slides out of the ring, and grabs his neck with signs of pain. He walks around the ring, and grabs a chair, which True doesn't see. True gets to his feet and goes for a suicide dive through the ropes but Cross stops him midway with a direct hit to the head with the chair as the crowd cheers like crazy! SC: Now that is payback, we literally saw the same thing just a few minutes ago. Just replace Sebastian Cross with Blake True, and the kendo stick with a chair! SJ: OH MY! How is Blake supposed to remember his lines with a concussion?? Cross throws the chair, and goes under the ring and the fans near him begin to cheer as Cross pulls out a steel ladder. The entire arena explodes into cheers as Cross throws it over the top rope into the ring. He slides into the ring, and sets up the ladder near the ropes and he climbs up. He sees True getting up and resting near the security rail and he flies off with a body press onto True, who moves out of the way as Cross hits the rail chest first and literally bounces back onto the ringside floor. True is looking in shock, as Cross holds his chest in pain. True then grabs the chair from earlier, instead of pinning him, and goes to hit Cross with it, but Cross manages to gives True a drop toe hold. Blake hits the chair with his face as he goes down. Both men are down at ringside as the fans are cheering his battle on. SC: Neither of these two men are Hardcore wrestlers, but they sure are hitting each other with everything they have or see! SJ: This is a massacre Scoop!!! Why would Blake subject his Hollywood face to this?? WHY??? Cross begins to stir and he turns True around and drapes his arm over him. The referee counts 1….2… True kicks out. Cross can't believe it, as he slowly gets to his feet and he raises up True and rolls him into the ring. Cross gets a few second breather and he rolls into the ring as well. He grabs the ladder and sets it up in the corner. He raises up True and goes to whip him into the ladder but True reverses it. Cross hits the ladder face first and stays there, as True hits him with a drop kick to the back, forcing back into the ladder. They stay solitary for a few second, as Cross is forced backwards by the falling ladder onto the mat. True then rebounds off the ropes and jumps into the air with a body splash onto the ladder. He bounces back obviously hurt himself but having hurt Cross more. Both men once again are in the middle of the ring down. Cross manages to roll himself out of the ladder trap but stays face down on the mat still hurting. True gets to his feet, and he grabs the ladder, and puts it over his head like a battering ram. Cross gets to his feet. True goes to ram the ladder into Cross, who ducks, True knocks into the ropes and is forced back by the momentum. His neck stuck in the ladder and is literally choked by it as the legs hit the mat. True falls onto the mat, his head still stuck between a few of the rungs. Cross sees this and gives a drop kick to the exposed face of True. He slowly gets to his feet, still obviously hurting and pulls True out of the ladder. He raises him up and goes for the 'Divine Intervention' but True goes over Cross. He grabs Cross around the waist and goes for a snap german suplex but Cross lowblows him with a back kick and then turns around and DDTS True onto the ladder. Both hurt, Cross his back and True his head. SC: These two men are basically doing everything to kill each other. This match is anyones to win right now! SJ: NO! Only Axis can win this! Blake True is bring that belt back home! Both men are on the ladder hurting. Cross drapes an arm over True and the referee counts 1….2… Blake kicks out as the crowd boos. Cross gets to his feet and stomps True in the chest a couple of times and then goes to the corner and jumps on the top rope. He flies off with a Moonsault as True rolls out of the way, and Cross's chest is crushed by the steel ladder. True takes a breather and eyes the table. He whips Cross into the corner, and then goes over him. He turns him around and places his head between his legs, but Cross raises his arms and grabs True around the waist and turns him around and spinbusts him through the table as the crowd goes crazy. He pins him as the referee counts 1….2….3. Winner, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Hardcore Champion: Sebastian Cross The referee hands Cross the Championship as he rolls out of the ring with his arms in the air and the crowd cheering. (A T.F.W.F. CAMERA SHOWS THE THREE MEN FOR TONIGHT'S MAIN EVENT WARMING UP IN THEIR OWN WAY BACKSTAGE.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: I tell you, tonight hell will freeze over because this could be the end of the world when these three men get in the ring together. SJ: These three men....ha...Pect all the way baby and let's watch the greatest tag team ever dismantle The Insane Nostalgia! T.F.W.F. Tag Team Title Match J=Mc2 (c) vs The Insane Asylum w/ Joey Lupino [FLASHBACK: THE EMERGENCE OF J=Mc2 IS SHOWN, ALSO HIGHLIGHTED IS THE RETURN OF THE ASYLUM ALONGSIDE ANGEL WHEN THEY DESTROYED THE CHAMPIONS. LAST WEEKS STOOGES INTEREFERENCE IS ALSO SHOWN, HIGHLIGHTING HOW THIS MATCH CAME ABOUT.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Championships... (CROWD POP.) *'PLAGUE' - BOYS SETS FIRE PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. MCDONALD AND MCCLAIN WALK OUT ONTO THE STAGE WITH THEIR GOLD HELD HIGH.) JH: Introducing at a total combined weight of 487 pounds...the T.F.W.F. Light-Heavyweight Champion Jost McClain...The Mould JC McDonald...they are the T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions...J=Mc2!!! SC: This crowd want these arrogant bastards to get their asses kicked! SJ: That's because...this crowd is bloody stupid! JH: And their opponents... *'IN THE END' - LINKIN PARK PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD POP. APOC AND CREEPER COME OUT TO THEIR RETRO T.A.T. AND ENTRANCE.) JH: Making their way towards the ring at a total combined weight of 585 pounds...Apocalypse...Creeper...The Insane Asylum!!! SC: You want to talk about two men who know how to wrestle as a team here they are. SJ: Didn't they already come down to the ring cause you can't mean these two jokers... The match starts off with all four men in the ring, and immediately the crowd starts to get behind the veteran Insane Asylum. 'H2H' chants break out and the Asylum play them up big time, while J=MC2 try to get the crowd to shut up, making them chant even louder. As the crowd begins to die down, both members of J=MC2 are extremely frustrated and try to decide who will start off against Apocalypse, who has chosen to start out for the Asylum. Creeper and Apoc perform a team taunt before Creeper leaves the ring and finally Jost has decided to start out for J=MC2. The bell rings and the two men begin to circle the ring, the crowd starts to clap again and with a slight glance, Apoc gets the crowd fired up and makes it abundantly clear who the more experienced team is. Jost sneers with contempt as he looks around the crowd, talking trash to Apoc while he does so, then climbs the turnbuckles to try and get a reaction from the crowd and is met with furious boos. Apoc simply raises an arm in the air and the crowd goes wild, further infuriating Jost. Creeper starts a clap, then Joey starts clapping along too and the crowd quickly follows as Jost and Apoc finally lock up. SC: Well ladies and gents, it's been quite a while since the Insane Asylum have set foot in a TFWF ring, but if the response of this crowd is anything to go by, they haven't had a chance to let ring rust settle. SJ: You just watch Scoop, they fell flat on their first return match, and they're going to do exactly the same in the ring with the hottest Tag Team in wrestling today. These washed up dingleberries have got nothing on the Tag Team Champs. In the lock up, it becomes that Apoc is the stronger man as he easily backs Jost up against the ropes. They lock up again and Jost seems to have control as he pushes Apoc back against the ropes, but is hurled back by the strength of Apoc, who appears to be toying with him. Jost is frustrated as they lock up again and maneuvers into a waistlock, then lifts Apoc up and takes him down spinning off the back and slapping Apoc in the face to MASSIVE boos. Apoc gets to his knees and nods his head as Jost gets the cocky smirk back on his face, then the two lock up again, Jost goes for the waistlock and attempts the takedown again, but Apoc blocks, counters to a hammerlock, then turns Jost around and bitchslaps him down to a huge ovation. Jost sneers at Apoc while he holds his cheek, and Apoc casually wags his finger at him. Jost and Apoc move back to their respective corners and Jost strategises with JC whilst Apoc looks to be bragging. They meet back mid-ring and Jost calls for a test of strength, kicking Apoc in the gut as the hands are clasped, then turning their joined hands into a straight jacket chokehold, countered soon after by Apoc into one of his own, followed by a simple foot to the back of the knee and one placed on the spine for added leverage. Jost starts to turn blue as he is being choked out, and Apoc nonchalantly releases the hold and shoves Jost down with a foot. The crowd is eating it up and Creeper and Joey L applaud at ringside. SC: So far, Jost McClain has been outclassed by Apocalypse right off the bat. It seems that everything Jost attempts, the veteran has a counter too. SJ: Don't place your bets just yet; Jost and JC are just getting started. Jost and Apoc tie up again and Jost slaps on a headlock, Apoc quickly counters to an arm wringer and Jost rolls through it and kips up out of it, whipping Apoc into the ropes and drops down on the rebound, then leapfrogs on the second rebound, then catches Apoc with a face-crushing dropkick on the third rebound, posing as he quickly gets back to his feet to the jeers of the crowd. Apoc shakes off the effects and Jost arrogantly stalks him before taking him down with an armdrag, taunting Apoc before he takes him over with a second. As Apoc starts to get to his feet, Jost hits the ropes and charges him, ducking a clothesline and coming off the opposite ropes with a springboard backflip in an attempted reverse DDT, but Apoc catches him and does go with the momentum. The crowd is getting pumped up as Apoc parades around the ring with Jost on his shoulder in a powerslam position, struggling to get free in fear as Apoc calls for his move and spikes Jost with a side Michinoku Driver. The crowd cheers loudly - as do Creeper and Joey L - and Apoc takes a few moments to pander to the fans before he covers; only getting 2 as JC breaks it up with a stiff kick to the head. SC: Come on! Why can't JC show a little sportsmanship for Christ's sake? SJ: Hey, that's the name of the game Scoop; JC's just making sure the Asylum knows whose in charge. SC: He looks scared to me, considering the fact that in a matter of minutes it's already been made pretty clear that Apocalypse could've put Jost away already. Jost is just starting to stir again as Apoc is down from the effects of the boot. Jost is the first to his feet and staggers a little bit while he shakes loose the cobwebs and Apoc is up soon after. Jost tries to finish things early with the 'Baptism', but it is ducked and Apoc catches Jost with a Hangman's neckbreaker, holds on, and rolls around into position for a DDT. Jost - not to be caught off guard after the neckbreaker - charges forward and drives Apoc into the turnbuckles. Jost backs up and acts innocent as the ref separates the two men, then goes to work with knife edge chops in the corner, landing about 4 and stopping to a Flair strut before he swings around with a spinning knife edge to the neck. The crowd boos heavily while JC applauds Jost's effort and Jost is posing before he turns back to Apoc, setting him up on the top turnbuckle. Jost climbs up with Apoc and signals for a high-risk move, hooking Apoc up for a Northern Lights Superplex, but Apoc holds onto the ropes and fights his way out of it, standing up on top rope as he hooks Jost for a DDT from the top and brings the crowd to their feet in the process. Jost desperately fights out of the DDT position, and in doing so both men are crotched on the top rope, garnering a loud 'OHHH' from the crowd. Jost slumps off the ring rope, clutching his groin in pain as he rolls on the canvas, and Apoc manages to haul himself back up to deliver a flying elbow to put both men down again. SC: Oh, good lord! The opening minutes of this Tag Team Title contest have certainly been action packed, and now both men are down while this crowd is coming to life. SJ: Well, you knew this would happen, the Insane Asylum are wasting all their energy trying to put the Champions away early because they know they can't beat them once Jost and JC get going. SC: Would you like some sauce to go with that tripe? Creeper and Lupino get the crowd started as soon enough the building starts to rumble in anticipation of a hot tag. Jost and Apoc crawl towards their respective corners and Apoc looks to make the tag, but just before he gets in reach of Creeper, JC jumps in the ring and charges - drawing the ref's attention as Apoc makes the hot tag - then gesturing back after the tag is made as Creeper comes in to destroy Jost. The ref cuts Creeper off before he can do the damage and orders him out of the ring to the rabid boos on the crowd, whilst behind the ref's back, Jost and JC put the boots to Apoc, then JC picks him up in a bearhug while Jost hauls himself onto the turnbuckle, and the duo plant Apoc with a variation of the Hart Attack. The ref gets Creeper out of the ring just in time for Jost to make the cover for a close 2. The crowd cheers for Apoc as he starts to move onto his stomach and Jost takes a few steps back to kick Apoc in the ribs as he gets to all fours. The crowd is all over Jost as Apoc is down, clutching at his ribs, and Jost nonchalantly continues to kick at the ribs viciously before scooping Apoc up off the canvas into a rib breaker, finishing up with a senton onto the sternum. Jost taunts the crowd to huge heat then turns Apoc onto his stomach, dragging him to the middle of the ring and facing Creeper in the corner before he slaps Apoc in a camel clutch. Jost taunts Creeper by holding Apoc's face up to look at Creeper and shouts abuse at him, much to the fury of the crowd and Creeper and Joey. SC: This is disgusting. Jost got the advantage in this match with JC while the ref was distracted, and now he's using Creeper's partner to taunt him! SJ: Hahaha. Oh man, this is great. Now maybe they'll start to understand why they should've just stayed back at the old folks home with their prune juice and daily news, sparing themselves the beating they're about to take. Jost releases the hold momentarily to drive all his weight into the back of Apocalypse, adding extra pressure to the hold by crossing Apoc's arms around his throat, garnering even louder heat from the crowd and the remaining Asylum. Another momentary break of the hold as Jost again drives his weight into the back, doing further damage to the ribs as well before he modifies the camel clutch again, this time trapping one on Apoc's arms under his own in an abdominal stretch variation, keeping both his hands free to taunt the Asylum further by holding out Apoc's free arm for the tag. The crowd is absolutely furious at Jost as he laughs sadistically, but Joey starts the crowd clapping again to get behind Apoc and Apoc miraculously starts to fight through the pain and crawl towards his corner with Jost trying to hold him back. The crowd is really rallying behind Apoc as he reaches out to make the tag, but Jost quickly releases the hold and drops an elbow on the back of his neck, dragging him all the way back across the ring to his corner to massive heel heat. Jost tags in JC and the two slap on a combination camel clutch/liontamer, once again taunting the Asylum with Apoc before the ref forces Jost out of the ring. JC has kept the liontamer applied after Jost has exited the ring, cranking back on it at a sharper angle so that virtually all of their weight is put on Apoc's neck and upper back in a sickening display. SC: Oh, for the love of God, would you look at that?! The human body is not meant to be bent like that! JC is going to break Apocalypse's back with that hold. SJ: That's the point Scoop. SC: How the hell can you be enjoying this? SJ: Because this is the future of wrestling; in a matter of years, everybody will want to be just like the Axis. SC: Not if there's a God in heaven they won't. JC rests his knee on the neck of Apoc now, putting all of his weight on the neck of Apoc as well and that is enough to bring in Creeper to try to make the save. The ref immediately gets on Creeper's case to the livid boos of the crowd while JC breaks the hold and claps his hands in the air to signal a tag, picking Apoc up into a fireman's carry position as Jost climbs the top rope. Jost comes off with a somersault neckbreaker while JC delivers a Samoan drop, and Apoc is left writhing in pain on the mat from the impact of the innovative double team. Creeper is once again forced out of the ring as Jost is just starting to get up himself and brings Apoc to his feet for an abdominal stretch, hurling abuse at Creeper and Joey once again to the loud boos of the crowd. The ref checks on Apoc, asking him if he wants to quit, and while the ref's focus is drawn, Jost cunningly puts his free hand behind him and JC pulls back on in to give added leverage to the hold, easily infuriating the crowd. JC lets go just as the ref looks up and acts innocent, then when the ref's attention is turned back to Apoc, J=MC2 do it again. After a third time, Creeper comes in to put a stop to this and once again draws the ref's attention, giving Jost and JC the opportunity to do some serious damage to Apoc, as JC not only pulls back on Jost's arm for added pressure, but puts all his weight into pulling back. Finally, Creeper points out to the ref what is going on after numerous attempts to get passed him, and the ref turns around, kicking JC's hand loose to break the hold and sending JC falling backwards onto the floor to the roar of the crowd. SC: There you go! That's what happens when you pull that crap behind the ref's back! Like the old saying goes, cheaters never prosper. SJ: The ref can't do that! What the hell is he thinking putting his hands on the Tag Team champions like that?! SC: He's doing his job Snoop, and thankfully he's doing it better than most. The ref breaks the hold and berates Jost as JC picks himself up on the floor, visibly furious as the crowd laughs at him. The ref has Jost backed up against the corner as he scolds him, and as he does so the crowd comes to life as Apoc gets the opportunity to make the tag uninterrupted. The building starts to rumble as Apoc is merely a few feet away from his corner, Creeper's hand extended to reach out for Apoc's, but just a moment before Apoc can make the tag, Jost barges past the referee and leaps out, grabbing Apoc by the leg to massive boos from the crowd. Jost is quickly up and drags Apoc away from his corner, then stomps on the knees of Apoc and attempts a figure four, only for it to be countered with a boot to shove Jost into and over the top rope. The crowd cheers as Apoc pulls himself back up on the ropes and approaches Jost - who is just dangling on the ropes. Unfortunately, as Apoc reaches over to grab Jost, Jost lets go of the rope and it slingshots back into Apoc's face. Apoc is blinded as the crowd boos rabidly and Jost laughs to himself, setting up for a springboard move, but before he can execute his leg is caught by Joey Lupino to a MASSIVE pop. Jost kicks at Joey to try to shake him loose and eventually does so, but it proves to be too late, as he is speared right off the apron, through the ropes and to the floor by Apoc, warranting a loud 'Holy Shit' chant. SC: OH MY GOD! You gotta believe that was a desperation move there by Apocalypse, and now both men are down on the floor as the ref begins a count. SJ: Do you see what that stupid old bastard did, he just cost himself the Tag Titles! He used up the last of his reserves to execute that spear and he took Jost out in the process, but the titles can't change hands by countout. If Jost is smart, all he has to do now is stay down and he gets a free ride for the rest of this match. Hahahaha. SC: Well, I hate to say it Snoop, but it seems you're right. Apocalypse isn't moving right now, and if Jost can't get back in the ring before 10, he loses the match, but J=MC2 keep the titles. JC gets off the apron to go after Apoc, but he is pounced on by Joey Lupino, who takes him down with a Lou Thesz press. Creeper, in the mean time, also goes around to the other side of the ring and rolls both Jost and Apoc back in, when out of nowhere Aaron Roberts comes charging down the aisle and takes out Creeper with a forearm to the back of the head and throws him into the barricade. All four men are brawling around ringside as the ref tries to maintain order, but there's nothing he can do. In the ring, both Jost and Apoc are still down, but Apoc starts to move and crawls over to Jost, draping an arm over him for the cover. He easily makes the 3 count, but the ref is pre-occupied with the chaos at ringside, and when he finally notices the pinfall, Apoc only gets 2 as the crowd think the 3 is assured. The ref now begins to count the knockout for both men and the crowd counts along, and at about 5 or 6 both Creeper and JC have managed to dispose of the Asylum and Axis enforcers for the moment and gotten back into position for the tag. Jost and Apoc slowly start to crawl to their respective corners as the count continues, and between 8 and 9, Jost has made the tag to JC, but before JC can stop Apoc, he makes the hot tag and Creeper comes into to a THUNDEROUS ovation. JC is knocked down by multiple clotheslines, and as Jost charges at Creeper having slightly overcome the effects of the spear to the floor, Creeper presses him high in the air with a gorilla press to awe the crowd. Jost tries to struggle free, horrified, but is eventually hurled over the top rope and onto his Axis stablemate Aaron to a HUGE ovation. SC: Incredible display of power by Creeper as he just took out two Axis members at once! In the lead-up to Ice Storm, we saw J=MC2 offer the Insane Asylum a chance to fly home before this PPV, but right now it's Jost McClain who's flying. SJ: That isn't funny Scoop! You wanna pay Jost's insurance out of your paycheck?! I have it on good authority that the Savior's foot alone is covered by Lloyd's of London! Creeper flexes his muscles for the crowd - who respond with loud cheers - before he notices JC in the ring and waves his finger in the air Hogan-style. JC begs off as the crowd cheers raucously and pleads with Creeper to leave him alone. When Creeper gets close enough, JC shouts 'what's that' and points away to misdirect the ref's attention as he low blows Creeper to fierce jeers, but something is wrong. Creeper slumps over from the impact of the blow to his groin, but soon stands up straight again and pulls a shocked JC up into position and spikes him with a crucifix powerbomb. The crowd is clearly confused by what has just happened, and are even more confused as Creeper reaches into his tights, but their questions are answered when Creeper produces a protective cup from his tights and holds it in the air to a HUGE pop, having clearly outsmarted the deceitful JC McDonald. The crowd's cheers become deafening however when Creeper picks JC up by the back of his head, still holding the cup, then stuffs it into JC's face. JC immediately reacts as can be expected, trying to break free and get away relentlessly, but is stuck with Creeper's cup in his face until Creeper lets him go and JC bails, hacking sickly as the crowd laughs wildly. SC: Oh, good lord! Creeper REALLY got the best of JC McDonald on that exchange. JC looks like he's about to throw up! SJ: Can you blame him? He just had that disgusting crotch stuffing shoved in his face. That's bad enough, but God only knows the last time that repulsive derelict Creeper bathed. That should be a disqualification right there in my book. Nobody should be allowed to embarrass the Axis like that. On the outside, JC quickly steals a bottle of water from a fan at ringside and washes his face with it, desperately trying to keep himself from vomiting. Creeper - though his face is hidden by the mask - is clearly pleased with his efforts as he throws the cup out of the ring. JC shouts abuse at him, saying Creeper will pay for that as he re-enters the ring. JC fires off some stiff rights that stagger Creeper, but as he winds up for a final shot, Creeper grabs him around the throat with both hands and lifts him high in the air, hurling him back-first into the corner, more to infuriate JC than to do any kind of serious damage. JC bails and circles the ring until he finds his Axis teammates standing at the ramp. Aaron, Jost and JC discuss their tactics as Joey enters the ring - Apoc still badly worn out from the beating he took earlier - and allows Creeper to lift him up in a gorilla press to be thrown outside ontop of the Axis to a HUGE pop. The Axis notice what's going on beforehand though and quickly retreat up the ramp a few feet out of range of Creeper's human torpedo as the ref count's them out. The Axis motion that they've had enough and start to make their way back up the ramp when Creeper places Joey down on the apron outside the ring, and he immediately charges after them, with Creeper following. The ref is forced to start the count all over again as Creeper and Joey brawl with the Axis members, bringing them back to the ring. The brawl continues at ringside, with the Axis members taking control with strength in numbers until finally - having recovered enough from his beating to do so - Apocalypse comes off the top turnbuckle with a suicide crossbody to take everyone out for a LOUD 'Holy Shit' chant. SC: OH MY GOD! Apocalypse just re-established himself in this match-up with a vengeance! SJ: AH! Don't worry Scoop, don't worry. It might look bad now, but once again Apocalypse has put himself in a position to cost himself the match. Jost, JC, just stay down. STAY DOWN BOYS! Please God, let them stay down. Everybody is down from Apoc's suicide dive, but as the ref gets up to a count of 8, Creeper manages to get back up, quickly rolling in and out of the ring to reset the count, then bring JC back in. JC begs off again as Creeper stalks him, and once again JC redirects the ref's gaze to allow him to hit the low blow - this time, without the cup for protection, Creeper completely crumbles in pain. JC, breathing quite heavily, gets Creeper into position and attempts a 'Perfecto', but he can't get Creeper up, even after three attempts. The crowd roars as Creeper collects himself and lifts JC up for the Alabama slam, but before he can execute, JC desperately grabs the ropes to block the hold. The crowd boos fiercely as JC manages to be successful in his block attempt, but the boos soon turn into thunderous ovation when Apoc climbs up onto the apron and snaps down on JC's neck to complete a variation of the 'H2H', springing JC off into a spinebuster from Creeper for the pin and the sure 3 count. The crowd counts the 3 loudly, but at the last fraction of a second Jost manages to make the save for the closest 2 ever seen. The crowd erupts, thinking that the Asylum has just won the tag team titles, but when the ref confirms that it was, in fact, a 2 count to Creeper, they erupt into a loud 'Bullshit' chant. SC: Ladies and gentlemen, that was as close to a 3-count as you'll ever see in this business. I sure as hell thought the Insane Asylum had won it with that innovative version of the 'H2H', but apparently this match will continue. SJ: Oh, thank God! Thank you lord in heaven! SC: Are you okay Snoop? You look like you almost had a heart attack. JC uses the ropes to pull himself up in the corner and Creeper walks into the opposite corner for a charge. The referee stands just to the side of JC, trying to talk Creeper out of this move, but Creeper makes the charge for the Avalanche and JC pulls the ref in the way, letting his 150 pound frame be squashed under the weight of Creeper. The ref flops onto the mat and Creeper tries to check on him, but JC comes in with a low blow to put Creeper down to huge heel heat. He sets Creeper up on the turnbuckles for a backdrop then turns around to grab the legs for a 'Perfecto', using the added elevation to properly hold Creeper up. Jost quickly climbs up to top turnbuckle as JC walks Creeper out - not having too much difficulty keeping him up - and with Joey brawling with Roberts and Apoc down from a kick off the apron, Jost is able to come off with a flying lariat as JC delivers the 'Perfecto' to complete the combination. JC covers to tremendous boos, but there is no ref to count the fall. Jost motions backstage and a referee with an Axis patch on the back of his shirt comes running down the aisle. Jost and JC set Creeper up again and Jost calls for the 'Baptism' to massive boos. JC has Creeper by the legs and catapults him into a 'Baptism' from Jost, sending him into a pinfall for JC. The Axis ref hits the ring and starts to fast count, but just as he is about to reach 3, Apoc pulls him out of the ring and spikes him on the floor with a DDT to a wild ovation. SJ: What the hell is going on?! He can't do that to the ref! Disqualify him, disqualify him! SC: I'm afraid no Axis referees are going to screw the Insane Asylum out of this one tonight Snoop, looks like this match is going to be called fair and square. SJ: OH, NO! Both Jost and JC go to get Apoc, but he pulls down the top rope and slingshots it back at them the same way Jost did earlier to a HUGE pop. Jost and JC stumble around blind as Apoc slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes both men down with a double clothesline. Aaron hits the ring and kicks Apoc in the mid-section as he turns around, spiking him with the 'Money Maker' before he takes the time to celebrate on the turnbuckles. The crowd boos Roberts fiercely when all of a sudden; Joey Lupino climbs up onto the apron with a fan's beer in hand. Aaron sees him coming and tries to knock him off, but Joey blocks and smacks Aaron in the face with the fan's beer cup, climbing the turnbuckle, and coming off with a huge version of 'The Hit' from the top rope. The crowd goes insane as a 'Joey L' chant breaks out. Joey is running on adrenaline as he pumps his fist in the air and notices JC and Jost coming back to their feet, impetuously deciding to take both men out with a double DDT, but J=MC2 counter and spike Joey with a double crucifix bomb. The crowd has pretty much lost the plot with everything that's gone on, but get back in touch with the match when Jost and JC have managed to get Aaron back up. The crowd is booing riotously as JC and Jost try to get Aaron to help them finish off The Insane Asylum, but Aaron begs for them to let him finish off Joey. Reluctantly they agree, and Aaron directs traffic as best he can in his dazed state, slowly climbing up the turnbuckle while JC and Jost pick up Aaron, lifting him into a double electric chair position. The crowd is booing insanely loud as Aaron viciously smiles, grabs Joey by the head, and connects with the triple-team 'AGR'. SC: GOOD GOD! Out of pure spite and malice, Aaron Roberts has just has Joey Lupino taken out with an incredible 'AGR'! SJ: Oh, this is great Scoop. Now we don't have to worry about Mr. 'Lone Wolf' sticking his nose in this match. While Aaron is busy bragging to an unconscious Joey Lupino, Apoc has managed to shake of most of the effects of the 'Money Maker' and clothesline both JC and Jost out of the ring to a HUGE pop. Finally, Aaron looks up and sees that he is alone in the ring with Apoc and backs up, walking right back into Creeper. Aaron begs and pleads for his life, getting down on his knees as Creeper circles him. Creeper looks around at the fans tearing the roof off the building with cheers and offers Aaron his hand in friendship. Aaron takes the hand, and then ends up on the receiving end of a 'H2H' to knock him out cold - the crowd erupts. Jost and JC are getting up on the outside and Creeper drops down on all fours near the ropes closest to them. Apoc bounces off the ropes, then uses Creeper as a stepping stone as he leaps over the top rope, taking J=MC2 out with a crossbody to further cheers. Apoc rolls JC McDonald back into the ring just as the first referee is starting to get his bearings back, and climbs up to top rope as Creeper hauls JC up in an electric chair. Apoc brings the crowd to life, looking for a Doomsday Device, but Jost is up on the apron soon enough and pulls Apoc's leg to crotch him on the ropes. JC slides off behind Creeper and turns him around, kneeing him in the gut to set up a suplex attempt to the jeers of the crowd. Creeper blocks and tries a suplex of his own, but JC blocks that. The two fight over the suplex for a good 30 seconds while Jost gets back in the ring, only to be tripped up by Apoc for a brawl to begin. Finally, Creeper manages to get JC up, but JC slides out and behind Creeper to set up a Russian leg sweep. Creeper and JC now fight over the leg sweep, only to be simultaneously superkicked by their opposing tag partners; JC superkicked by Apoc and Creeper 'Baptised' by Jost. The crowd goes wild as both Jost and Apoc go to clothesline each other, taking both men out in the process. SC: SWEET MOTHER MARY! That's one of the most incredible sequences I have ever seen in a tag team match in my life. Everybody's out! SJ: Stay down boys, stay down! The ref stalls, not knowing what to do, and finally decides to count all four men out. Jost and Apoc turn over and crawl, covering Creeper and JC respectively. Once again, the ref is unsure of what exactly to do, so he counts both falls, and both Creeper and JC manage a kick out at 2. The ref tries to get Jost and Apoc out of the ring as Creeper and JC begin to come to their senses again. They start to crawl towards their respective corners. The crowd is hot as both teams make the tag and Jost and Apoc once again enter the ring. They slowly make their way to the center of the ring, but immediately pick up the pace when Jost throws a slap, Apoc slaps back, and fists of fury fly. Apoc gets the advantage and staggers Jost, knocking him into the rope, but Jost comes back with a lariat, Apoc ducks it and turns Jost around for a Stunner, Jost pushes Apoc into the ropes and tries to lariat him on the rebound, only to be caught in position for a Rock Bottom on the way back. Jost fights out of it and whips Apoc to the ropes, throws another lariat, but Apoc ducks and as Jost turns to take Apoc down, Creeper manages to pick him up and the Asylum hit a desperation 'H2H' to electrify the crowd. Jost is on the mat convulsing in pain as the crowd cheers loudly. Creeper is exhausted, as is Apoc, but Apoc manages to crawl over and cover Jost for the sure 3 count. 1... 2... 3. JC jumps in with an axehandle to break it up at the absolute last possible second and the crowd has a collective heart attack. JC picks Creeper up and plants him with a jumping piledriver to put him out cold. Apoc gets back to his feet and stumbles right into a boot to the gut, followed by a vicious 'Perfecto'. JC covers, but the ref tells him he's not the legal man, so JC drags the semi-conscious Jost over to his corner and tags himself in. Now, JC covers Apoc again, but only gets 2. SC: UNBELEIVEABLE! By all rights, this match up should be over, but somehow these men are still fighting strong. JC tries another 'Perfecto', but Apoc kicks out. JC holds on and lifts Apoc up for another 'Perfecto', but Apoc once again miraculously kicks out. JC is pissed as he fires off knees to the forehead of Apoc then drags him to the corner and climbs up, calling for the 'Perfecto' yet again. The crowd rise to their feet as JC sits on top rope and lifts Apoc up for a Super 'Perfecto', but Apoc finds the strength to fight out of it and does the corner punches while the crowd counts to 10. Apoc now calls for the DDT out of the corner to finish, but before he can do anything, JC grabs him for another 'Perfecto'. The ref counts 1... 2... 3. NO! The crowd once again has a heart attack as Apoc somehow manages to kick out at the last second. JC and Apoc are both visibly exhausted, as is Jost who has finally gotten back up and moved onto the apron. JC calls to Jost to climb and grabs Apoc's legs one more time, using all his strength to lift Apoc up again for a FOURTH 'Perfecto' as Jost stands perched on top rope. Jost comes off the top rope with a dropkick at an unusual angle as JC follows through with the 'Perfecto', landing on top of Apoc in a double stomp at the end to elicit a HUGE 'Holy Shit' chant. JC covers with the last of his strength and gets the 3 count just a fraction of a second before Creeper can break it up. Winners, via pinfall and STILL T.F.W.F. Tag Team Champions: J=Mc2 After the match Lupino slides into the ring and begins trading lefts and rights with McDonald, but Roberts and McClain pull him off. McDonald slides Lupino into position and delivers another devastating 'Perfecto' to the ground. Roberts picks up his European Championship and McClain grabs his two belts, McDonald then grabs his half of the tag team championships as Axis' theme plays the members of it hold up their Championships. (T.F.W.F. GOES TO A HYPE COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCING A NEW DVD "SIMPLY FLAWLESS: THE HIGHS AND LOWS OF THE FLAWLESS CONNECTION.") (RINGSIDE.) SC: A must for anyone's Christmas stocking this year, highlighting these two men's quest to get here and win it all. SJ: Pect should have his own DVD... T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Title Match - Hell in the Cell Shane Anderson w/ Shriek (c) vs Fallen Angel [FLASHBACK: HIGHLIGHTS ARE SHOWN OF ANGEL AND ANDERSON'S RUN INS SINCE THE MID POINT OF THE YEAR AS ANDERSON SEEKED MORE AND MORE FAME. THE FAMOUS DOUBLE CROSS WHERE AXIS WAS BORN IS SHOWN AS WELL AS ANGEL'S DRAMATIC RETURN A FEW WEEKS AGO.] (BELL RINGS. HELL IN THE CELL IS LOWERED...) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Hell in the Cell match for the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Championship... (MASSIVE CROWD POP.) *'AMERICAN IDIOT' - GREEN DAY PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. SHANE ANDERSON WALKS OUT WITH A CANADIAN FLAG IN HAND. HE WALKS DOWN THE RAMP AND SLIDES INTO THE RING AND RAISES HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring accompanied by Shriek...from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 222 pounds…he is the T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion...Shane Anderson!!! SC: Look of determination on this man's face I have to admit. SJ: He is going to end Angel's career tonight. JH: And his opponent... *'FALL FROM GRACE - NO SECRETS PLAYS* (EARTH SHATTERING CROWD POP. FALLEN ANGEL APPEARS ON THE TOP OF THE RAMP ON HIS SUPERBIKE, BEFORE SPEEDING DOWN THE RAMP AND SKIDDING NEAR THE RINGSIDE AREA.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Parts Unknown...weighing 268 pounds...Fallen Angel!!! SC: And I think if Anderson felt any confidence it should be drained right about now. SJ: Shut up! Fallen Angel walks to the door of the cell before looking over the far side to see Shriek standing on the other side, obviously keeping her distance. Shane Anderson in the mean time is standing in the ring looking more fired up then ever as he holds a wrestling stance, ready to attack. Fallen Angel keeps his attention to Shriek though, pointing a cold finger at her and screaming insults. It gets so heated in fact that two referees start hovering behind Angel, to prevent an outside attack on Shriek. Angel looks at the referees and laughs, knowing that he could bust past them yet doesn't. Angel steps through the steel doorway as Shane Anderson wastes no time running, hopping to the top rope and hitting a plancha right onto Angel! Anderson starts to lay some hard punches to the head as he lands on top of Angel before Angel starts firing off from lying on his back. Angel then takes this as an opportunity and rolls over onto Anderson, as it is now Shane who is being leant over. Angel pounds the head of Anderson hard before lifting him up to his feet and slamming him hard into the cell not once, not twice... but three times as the crowd "oooh" each smash into the cell! Angel keeps a hold of a shaken Anderson as he rolls him into the ring and follows up. SC: Well ladies and gentlemen havoc has already begun in this cell! And I'll be damned to know what else is going to go on in there! SJ: A little bit of technical perfection from "the Bishop" I would gather... SC: By the looks of it Snoop, there may also be some hell to pay at the hands of Fallen Angel! Anderson immediately stands to his feet and is met with a hard right hand that knocks him down to a seated position. Anderson unsteadily crawls backwards in order to avoid Angel, holding his hands up as if he were to give him mercy. After this obviously not tending to work, Anderson tries to escape to the outside by crawling under the ropes. But he is grabbed over the ropes as his head reaches the outside of the apron area. Angel grabs Anderson by the hair and pulls him up to his feet on the apron. Angel then attempts to hit Anderson, but Anderson quickly nails a thumb to the eye. Angel clasps at his eye as Anderson hops onto the ropes and hits a springboard dropkick. He then immediately goes to lock on a choke hold, but it is rolled out of by Angel. Angel rolls Anderson's arm around whilst standing to his feet, ending up in an arm wrench. Anderson however flips and then attempts to hip toss Angel, but Angel holds his ground and hip tosses Anderson. Angel then follows up with a leg drop before lifting Anderson up to his feet and throwing him into a corner. Angel charges in to hit a huge avalanche splash before whipping Anderson into the opposite corner. Angel does so and this time follows up with a stiff corner clothesline that causes Anderson to stumble forward. Angel uses this stumble to his advantage as he connects with a bulldog and the crowd are cheering like crazy for him! Angel stands to his feet and screams for Anderson to get up and as he does, Anderson turns right into a big boot. Anderson immediately starts to try standing to his feet and is quite unsteady. As he stands to his feet once again he is met with a kick to the mid-section and what looks to be a set up for a powerbomb. Angel lifts Anderson up into the air but suddenly his grip loosens and he groans in pain. Anderson has seemed to apply pressure on Angel's neck by using his thighs. Angel looks to be losing his grip, so in a quick thought Anderson reaches up for the roof of the cell and holds onto it. With this firm grip through a section of the cell, Anderson is able to apply a sleeper hold type move whilst keeping Angel groggily on his feet! SC: Dear god, would you take a look at the submission Shane Anderson has locked in! Any other normal human being and you'd be hanging them as we speak! SJ: It's because Shane Anderson is a ruthless competitor... more than Fallen Angel has EVER been! As this hold stays applied, Angel seems to lose balance momentarily and somewhat stumbles as Shane Anderson pulls to hold him upright. This stumble however is just to try and shift momentum as Angel suddenly reaches a punch around and into the spine of Anderson. This causes Anderson to let go of the cell roofing and Angel proceeds to throw Anderson from a powerbomb position over the ropes and into the cell! Anderson bounces viciously off the cell and smack bang onto the outside floor as the crowd "oooh" the sickening blow. SC: Good god! Is that ruthless enough for you?! SJ: That was just uncalled for! Anderson can be seen on the outside of the cell, screaming in pain as he arches his back on the ground. Angel then steps over the top rope and to the outside to follow Anderson. Angel picks Anderson up to his feet as Shriek can be seen on the other side of the cell screaming at Angel. He then holds Anderson's face up against the cell as he screams with Shriek standing on the other side of the cell, absolutely mortified. Angel laughs for a moment when Anderson suddenly hits an elbow to the jaw. Angel is stunned by this as Anderson delivers another elbow to the jaw as Angel now holds his jaw in pain. Angel's released grip enables Anderson to grab Angel by the hair and slam him right into the nearest corner post! Angel goes down as Anderson wastes no time in laying the boots into Angel. As he lay on the ground, Anderson continues to stomp mudholes into Angel before flipping him the bird and dragging him up by the hair. Anderson rolls Angel into the ring and then quickly scales a corner. Anderson quickly leaps off with a double elbow drop that connects to the head of Angel. Angel sits to an upright position holding his eye as Anderson quickly hit's a minor dropkick that knocks Angel back down on his back. However, this only happens for mere seconds as Angel slowly starts getting to his feet again. Anderson whips Angel into a corner and charges up with a stinger splash. Angel though catches him in mid jump, grabs Anderson's leg and locks it around is neck before slowly hobbling himself to the centre of the ring with Anderson still hanging over his neck. Angel then starts to apply pressure as this submission move is being used once again. SC: Well ladies and gentlemen here is a move that Fallen Angel used at Autumn Annihilation to get the job done against Blake True! Will Shane Anderson tap feel the same fate in tapping out? SJ: No way is Shane Anderson tapping out! He is a total master of submission, Scoop! He's felt all these kinds of pain before and withstood it! Anderson looks to be in all sorts of pain as he screams in pure agony. The referee asks for the submission, but Anderson shakes his head. Suddenly, Anderson grabs the leg of Fallen Angel as Angel scurries and kicks the arms of Anderson away. Anderson screams once more before grasping onto Angel's leg and yanking his weight out from under him. He knocks Angel down to one knee, still with the move locked in. However, Anderson now has a firmer reach to the ground and pushes his momentum up and back on Angel's shoulders. Anderson thinks quick and somehow spins himself around to connect with a rocker dropper followed up instantly by locking Angel in 'the Confession'! SJ: Confession! Confession! It's all over for Fallen Angel! Goodbye, you old sack of crap! Haha! SC: I'd keep your trap shut if I were you, Snoop. Fallen Angel hasn't tapped yet! SJ: Wow, someone's a dreamer… The referee gets in Angel's face to ask the question of submitting, Angel shakes his head instantly. After struggling for a around thirty seconds, Angel looks to be fading. But just as he looks to be fading a sudden burst of energy pulls Angel's weight over onto Anderson, putting him into a pinning predicament. One… two… Anderson kicks out! Both men are laying on the canvas in exhaustion as the crowd begin counting with the referee for the ten count. One… two… three… four… five… Anderson starts to stir… six… as does Angel… seven… both men are now to their feet as the count stops. Anderson then takes a swing at Angel, who blocks it and then hit's a swinging neck breaker. Angel stands to his feet as Anderson slowly does also, showing determination. As Angel and Anderson stand off in the centre of the ring they start to trade shots between one another as the crowd go crazy for this. Angel hit's a right, as Anderson hits one straight back, Angel hit's another right and as Anderson goes for one, Angel blocks. However, Anderson kicks Angel right between the legs as the crowd boo and the referee mouths of at Anderson. Anderson shrugs before lifting Angel's legs out from under him, causing him to fall on his back. With the legs held, Anderson then falls onto his back tossing Angel up and onto the ropes and bounces to the outside! Anderson immediately then stands to his feet and gets out of the ring around the corner from where Angel is positioned. Anderson then goes underneath the ring and pulls out a chair as the crowd begin to boo him. Anderson then hops up on the apron and then the top rope with the chair still in his hand. He then leaps off on Angel who is still down and places the chair under his feet as he performs a variation of a double stomp with the chair onto Angel! This move makes huge impact on Angel's ribs as he grasps at them in pain. Anderson then goes for the cover but Angel gets the shoulder up right after the count of two! Anderson looks annoyed as he then drags Angel to the corner of the cell and leans his body up against it. Anderson then walks over to the chair he has recently used and picks it up once more. He then hops up onto the apron, takes two steps and the hops onto the second rope and leaps right over to Angel delivering a sickening variation of a Van Terminator! The crowd begin to chant "holy shit" as Angel now seems to be busted open! SC: Oh my god! What a move by Shane Anderson! SJ: I told you Shane Anderson was going to be all over this match! I told you! SC: Well I'd hardly say he's been all over this match! As 'the Bishop' is getting battered and beaten in there art times as well! Anderson slowly staggers to his feet as he then drags Angel by the hair up to his feet. Anderson rolls Angel into the ring and follows up with a cover. One.. Two… Angel gets a shoulder up. Anderson then goes for the cover again, looking annoyed. One… two… Angel gets a shoulder up once more. Anderson then stands to his feet and screams for Angel to get up. As Angel hops to one knee, Anderson runs and connects with a stiff shining wizard that takes Angel down once more. Anderson then hops to the second rope, jumps to the top rope from that and immediately connects with a picture perfect moonsault. Anderson performs this into a cover that only gets yet another two count. Anderson looks to be livid by now as he stands to his feet and Angel slowly does as well. Anderson instantly goes to whip Angel into the ropes, but Angel holds his weight and doesn't move. Anderson pulls on Angel's arm again but Angel holds his ground once more. Anderson, thinking quickly on the situation slaps his free hand down on the grip Angel has of his arm and then hit's a leaping enziguri right to the side of Angel's head! Angel drops to one knee from this as Anderson instantly hits another shining wizard and covers. But once again, Angel gets the shoulder up. Anderson now stands to his feet and begins arguing with the referee and shoves him down on his rear. Anderson shakes his head at him but as he turns around he is met with a shaken Angel who grabs Anderson by the head and launches him over the top rope. Anderson holds onto the top rope though and attempts to 'skin the cat'. But Angel is aware of Anderson's athleticism and as his legs reach back over the top rope, Angel grabs them. Angel then bounces Anderson's body on the rope and leaps 180 degrees into a sitout position, hitting a brutal looking reverse power bomb. Angel then rolls out of the ring and looks to Shriek with a sadistic grin, he then puts his thumb to his throat and does a cut throat signal. Angel goes under the ring this time and pulls out a baseball bat. Angel raises the bat high in the air as the crowd go absolutely nuts at the sight of the weapon! SJ: Take it off him, ref! Come on! We cannot let Fallen Angel use such a brutal weapon! SC: You seem to be turning a blind eye to the chair shots Shane Anderson performed just moments ago, Snoop! SJ: Those chair shots were different… SC: I won't even bother asking how that's the case… SJ: Good, just call the freaking match! Angel slides in with the bat and as an unaware Anderson is slowly getting to his feet with his back turned. Anderson is clutching at his mid-section and as he turns around he is met with the end of the bat right to the forehead! Anderson drops instantly as Angel drops with the end of the bat on the forehead of Anderson once more. Anderson squirms around the ring in pain until Angel leans down at puts the bat across Anderson's throat. Angel pushes it down hard on the throat of Anderson who is now seen to be busted open as well! Angel applies the pressure real hard on the throat of Anderson for a few seconds before releasing it suddenly. Anderson holds his throat as Angel drops the bat to the outside and as he turns around he begins to go to work on the gash that has now surfaced on Anderson's forehead. Angel stomps Anderson's head a few times before lifting him to his feet and forcing him to a corner. Angel hits three stiff elbows to the head of Anderson before whipping him into the opposite corner and following up with a clothesline. Anderson stumbles forward from the impact as Angel then hit's a bulldog. Angel doesn't stop the assault however as he slides to the outside and grabs Anderson's leg. He then pulls him out of the ring and throws him down on the outside like a rag doll as Anderson groans on impact. Angel then immediately goes to work on the leg of Anderson's by lifting him up and applying the same leg submission he did earlier! SC: Well here we go, Snoop! Fallen Angel has that submission move locked in once more and it seems like it's an area in which reversing it this time around may be a bit more difficult! SJ: Are you doubting a master of submission?! He's been through it all! Including this minor submission hold! SC: Minor submission hold? I'll believe that when you bare the hold! Angel has it locked in and screams at Shriek to look at what pain Anderson is in. Anderson screams and tries to grab the cell in order to scale up it with his hands which would loosen the hold slightly. As he tries to do this, Angel backs into the cell, smashing Anderson's face against it in the process. This causes Anderson to let go once more and he really looks to be struggling now. But instead of keeping the hold in tact, Angel catapults Anderson from that position up and over Angel's head straight into the cell as the crowd 'oooh' this on impact. Anderson drops to the ground but instantly starts to try and move. Anderson crawls away from Angel who simply charges after him and stomps him hard in the back. Angel delivers more stomps and kicks to Anderson before lifting him up and slamming his head against one of the ring posts. It is at this point where Anderson is down once more as Angel decides to go under the ring again. This time, Angel pulls out a table to even more cheers from the crowd. SC: Well it looks as though Fallen Angel is pulling out all stops for this match! Now pulling a table out from underneath the ring! SJ: He just always has to use weapons to his advantage! It's pathetic! SC: You seemed to have forgotten that it was Shane Anderson who first brought a weapon out from underneath that ring! SJ: Oh I'm sorry, Scoop… I couldn't understand you. All I could hear was 'blah blah blah… I love Fallen Angel'… SC: Real mature there, pal. Angel slides the table into the ring and goes back to Anderson. Angel rolls Anderson into the ring and quickly follows up. Angel then turns to set up the table, but Anderson kicks Angel right between the legs from his fallen position! Angel slumps forward as Anderson performs a 180 leap frog over Angel from this position and when he lands, instantly hits a flipping dropkick. Both men are now down as the referee starts a double count and as he gets to three, Angel starts to move. The count gets to five and Anderson starts to move… both men are up on their feet by seven as the count stops. As Anderson charges with a roaring forearm but gets his forearm caught with good reflexes from Angel. Angel looks to have Anderson held in tact from the under arm position. Angel leans Anderson back and cracks Anderson's back on his knee, not once, not twice… but three times! Angel lets go of Anderson as he falls to the ground, arching his back heavily at the devastation his spine has just encountered. With this arched back, Angel notices and hit's a stiff kick square to the spine of Anderson as he screams loudly in absolute pain. Angel takes a step back and wipes some of the blood from his face as he is now wearing a full crimson mask. He then walks over and sets the table up that lays in the ring as Anderson is stumbling to his feet. Anderson turns around and is grabbed by the throat and the crowd cheer, however it instantly turns to boos as Anderson scores with two thumbs to the eye. Angel clasps at his eye as Anderson scores with a European uppercut before ducking behind Angel and delivering a quick release german suplex that takes Angel straight through the table! SC: Good god! What a german suplex! SJ: Hahahaha! That's what happens when you push your luck with weapons! Shane Anderson had that read like a book! SC: It doesn't take a rocket scientist to deliver a thumb to the eye! I can assure you that! Anderson sits up and then rolls to the outside of the ring and picks up the chair he used earlier on in the match before sliding back in. He sets the chair up, wipes his face of some of the blood and sits down in it. Anderson proceeds to applaud himself at what he has just done as the crowd shower this with an enormous amount of heel heat! SC: Is that really necessary?! This match has been an epic encounter and Shane Anderson has to go on and showboat like that! Get on with the match! SJ: Hahaha! I love it, he took Fallen Angel out with his own table… Now he's rubbing salt into the wounds! Pure brilliance! As the crowd boo, Anderson then drags Angel from the table wreckage and runs towards the set up chair. Anderson hops to the chair, then the ropes and then moonsaults… delivering a triple jump moonsault that covers Angel. But once again, Angel gets the shoulder up just before the three count. Anderson gets annoyed and takes it out on the referee, forcing him into the far corner yelling in his face. Anderson argues that it was clearly a three count and hasn't realised that Angel has gotten to his feet, very groggily. Anderson turns around right into a kick to the gut followed up by a leg sweep DDT that takes Anderson down. Angel then sits in the chair and mockingly claps himself as the crowd respond with a HUGE pop. SC: And there we have Fallen Angel returning the favour to Shane Anderson's arrogance! SJ: Originality and innovation have always been non-existent with Fallen Angel… SC: He wasn't COPYING his ideas… but rather mocking Shane Anderson! Angel then stands, clutching at his ribs as he lifts Anderson up by his arm. Angel then whips Anderson against the ropes and attempts a clothesline to which Anderson ducks. Anderson bounces back but is struck with a drop toe hold that smacks his face right on the set up chair! Anderson's head bounces off the chair as he falls to the canvas clutching at his face as he too bares a full crimson mask. Angel goes for the cover, but Anderson gets a foot on the rope at the count of two! Angel pins Anderson once again, hooking both legs, but this time Anderson kicks out just before the count of three. Angel then gets rid of the chair from the ring and picks Anderson up, whipping him into the ropes and bouncing off a side set himself. Angel attempts a lunging shoulder block, but Anderson quickly grabs the referee and pulls him in. Angel knocks both men down, yet Anderson is hardly affected as the referee took most of the hit! Angel stands to his feet and yells for another referee to make their way down. As Anderson runs and charges at him, Angel hits a stiff throat thrust punch, putting Anderson back down. A referee rushes down as Shriek seems to have made her way to the other side of the cell where the door is. As the referee opens the door with a key he immediately opens the door and blindly goes to shut it as he concentrates on getting in the ring. Shriek however sneaks her foot at the bottom of the door, keeping it open. Angel notices this as the new referee is confused as to why Angel has turned his attention away from Anderson. Angel then steps over the top rope and to the outside as he now stands face to face with Shriek. The crowd are roaring at this confrontation as Shriek slaps him to a big "oooh" from the crowd. She then immediately backs off as Angel looks to be fuming from this. Shriek bolts away from the door and around the cell as Angel looks to be in hot pursuit. Shriek looks back in complete fear as she stumbles momentarily on the outside of the cell, causing Angel to draw nearer in his pursuit. The chase pursues around the cell and they draw nearer to the cell door and just as they get their Anderson hops out of the doorway and cracks Angel in the mid-section with the baseball bat! Angel leans forward and in fact coughs up blood! Anderson then places Angel's head between his legs and does a cut throat sign before delivering 'the Last Rites'! SJ: Last Rites on the outside! Woohoo! It's all over! SC: One… two… thr… NO! Oh my god! Fallen Angel got the shoulder up! How on gods green earth did he kick out of that?! SJ: That wasn't a kick out dammit! That was a nerve flinch to the damage that's been done! Ring that damn bell… Anderson has won! SC: Settle down, Snoop! This one ain't over yet! The crowd pop HUGE for the shoulder up from Angel as Anderson can't believe it. Shriek is quite shocked from the sight of all the blood and backs off to the other side of the cell once again. Anderson screams at the top of his lungs that 'THIS IS BULLSHIT' before grabbing Angel by the hair and grinding his face against the cell. Anderson then whips Angel hard into the guardrail before delivering three quick knife edge chops, one forehand, one backhand and one forehand again. Angel pulls himself off the guardrail, but looks to be in very bad shape. Anderson then starts to climb the cell and gets about a third of the way up. He then leaps off with an attempt of a diving plancha, but Angel in a desperation move pulls out a Yakuza kick from nowhere as his foot connects to the chest and neck area of Anderson! Anderson bounces off this kick quite nastily as the crowd once again 'oooh' and 'aaah' the impact of this move. Shriek, seeing that both men are down instantly rushes to Anderson's aid. Shaking him by the shoulders and trying to get him up before Angel. The referee is counting for a double count out once more and Angel is to his feet, yet swaying, by eight. The ref stops the count as Angel hobbles over to an unaware Shriek and grabs her by the hair. He lifts her to her feet and points a cold hard finger at her and then grabs her by the throat. However, Anderson hits a sliding elbow to the right knee of Angel. This loosens his grip of Shriek as she rushes away and Anderson instantly starts climbing the cell. Angel has a slight limp, but climbs in hot pursuit. SC: Here we go… both men climbing the cell and this can only mean trouble! SJ: Trouble for Fallen Angel!!! SC: Don't speak too soon… Anderson reaches the top of the cell first and stands to his feet as Angel reaches the top as well. As Angel stands to his feet both men start trading punches at the top of the cell, both looking badly broken and bloodied. The crowd are going insane as Angel gets the upper hand when he ducks an Anderson punch and locks in a dragon sleeper! Angel has the hold in for a while as the second referee is forced to scale to the top of the cell, very warily of course. The first referee has now recovered and stands on the outside area of the ring, still inside the cell. The dragon sleeper looks to be draining Anderson and as the referee gets to the top of the cell, he drops Anderson's hand once, twice… thr… NO! Anderson spins out of the dragon sleeper and dropkicks the right knee of Angel. Angel drops as Anderson instantly then locks on 'the Confession'! SC: Here we go again, the Confession is locked in! SJ: Now tap, you son of a bitch! Angel looks to be struggling as the referee asks the question of tapping and Angel is having none of it. He looks to be fading but suddenly, showing a large amount of strength pulls himself to one knee, causing Anderson to adjust his hold. Anderson adjusts to a variation of a Confession and a choke hold as he elbows the neck of Angel, taking him back down. Anderson tries to adjust back into the confession again but Angel raises once again. This time he swings at Anderson with his free hand, causing him to loosen his grip and enabling Angel to stand. Anderson still however is latched onto Angel with the choke/confession variation with his legs hooked on the left arm of Angel and the arms of Anderson adjusted around Angel's throat. As Anderson hangs off the back of Angel with this hold held, after a few moments Angel drops to one knee. He looks to be fading at a fast rate when suddenly he lets out a huge roar before lifting himself back to a standing position. Angel then in a totally suicidal move takes three steps towards the announcer table side of the cell, turns his back to the edge and leaps backwards down and through the Spanish Announcers table as Shriek screams in absolute horror! The crowd erupt into a HUGE 'holy shit' chant as Angel lay half dead over an even worse Anderson. SJ: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! SC: HOLY SHIT!!! THAT WAS PLAIN SUICIDE! FALLEN ANGEL IS ON TOP OF THE BISHOP, THE REF INSIDE THE CELL IS COUNTING. ONE! TWO! THREE! IT'S OVER! MY GOD, IT'S OVER! SOMEONE GET SOME HELP OUT HERE! Winner, via pinfall and NEW T.F.W.F. Intercontinental Champion: Fallen Angel SC: What a match! This man is something else this man is the Fallen Angel! SJ: Get some medical attention out here, this match should be null and void this should be... Angel pulls himself after a period of time to his feet...the crowd give him a standing ovation as he pulls himself up the hell in the cell one more time and grabs the Intercontinental Championship. He holds himself out mid point and holds the Championship outstretched with a free hand as 'Fall from Grace' plays through the speakers one more time. (ACTION GOES BACKSTAGE TO RHYS PECT PACING BACK AND FORTH WITH JOST MCCLAIN STOOD THERE.) JM: I can't believe we just saw that...that son of a bitch, we need to be down to that ring now and kick the crap out of Fallen Angel. RP: Angel will wait...he will wait... JM: He will wait? RP: Damn right, you see this is one night...one night in the night of Axis...Roberts won the European Championship...you guys defended the Tag Team Championships...Blake and Shane didn't win their matches...just remember what we stand for...for World domination...and world domination didn't come in one night. (MCCLAIN SMILES HIM AND PECT SHARE AND LOOK AND SHARE A HANDSHAKE AS PECT WARMS UP FOR HIS MATCH.) (RINGSIDE.) SC: That's a scary thought...Pect seems extremely fouces on one thing tonight and that's becoming World Champion. SJ: And he is only moments away from doing it my commentary partner! Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship Match - Triple Threat Mike Mitchell (c) vs Rhys Pect vs Torch [FLASHBACK: A THREE SPLIT HIGHLIGHT PACKAHE IS SHOWN ON HOW ALL THREE MEN HAVE GOT HERE IN 2005 BEFORE IS IT MERGED INTO THE RECENT EVENTS WHICH HAVE GOT THEM ALL HERE IN THIS MATCH AGAINST ONE ANOTHER.] (BELL RINGS.) JH: This match is scheduled for one fall...is tonight's Main Event...and is for...THE UNDISPUTED WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! (EARTH SHATTERING POP.) *'HIGHER PLANE' - KOOL AND THE GANG PLAYS* (MASSIVE CROWD HEAT. THE BASS LINE OF THE SONG PLAYS THROUGH, WHISPERING THE WORDS "HIGHER" UNTIL FINALLY THE BRASS KICKS IN. A SHOWER OF LIGHT BLUE PYRO FILL THE ENTRANCE WAY AS PECT EMERGES FROM UNDERNEATH IT. HE THEN STRUTS DOWN TO THE RING WITH AN ARROGANT EAR TO EAR GRIN.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Miami, Florida…weighing 217 pounds…Rhys Pect!!! SC: This crowd damn well hates this piece of crap and personally I don't blame them... SJ: How can you say this about the next World Champion! JH: And his opponent... *'BEAUTIFUL DISASTER' - 311 PLAYS* (BIG ASS CROWD POP. THE LIGHTS GO OUT. A TOWER OF FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE RAMP ENTRANCE, THEY TURN INTO A SMALL CIRCLE OF FIRE ON THE RAMP. SMYTHE EMERGES WITH HIS BACK TO THE CROWD. HE THEN WALKS DOWN THE RAMP INTO THE RING STANDING ON A TURNBUCKLE AND RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Short Hills, New Jersey…weighing 240 pounds…Sean 'Torch' Smythe!!! SC: Torch has a point to prove tonight and I tell you this could finally be the night where he lives up to his promise. SJ: Oh my God, it's Christmas...not April Fools!!!! JH: And his opponent... *'WICKERMAN' - IRON MAIDEN PLAYS* (BIGGER ASS CROWD POP. MITCHELL SPINS HIMSELF ONTO THE STAGE AND PULLS OUT A BICEP POSE. HE REMOVES HIS SUNGLASSES AND THROWS THEM INTO THE CROWD FOR THE FANS AND THEN HE STRUTS TO THE RING.) JH: Making his way towards the ring from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing 215 pounds…he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...Mike Mitchell!!! SC: Mike Mitchell is here in the house and he is going to get Pect and get Torch. SJ: You and your damn love of the top faces...it sickens me... The crowd are going wild as all three men circle each other. Torch looks more focused than he has in any of his other matches during the past 5 years in the TFWF. Pect is chewing gum and jacking to Mitchell who is rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the match. The referee signals to the time keeper that he is ready and the bell sounds to start the main event of Ice Storm 2005!! Pect is standing in between Torch and Mitchell and starts to trash talk towards both of them. The crowd are hot and all over Pect as he continues to trash talk and then point at first Torch and then Mitchell. The champion responds with a smirk and then both Mitchell and Torch charge forward and start hammering Pect with rapid punches and kicks which receives a huge crowd pop!! Mitchell and Torch back Pect into the corner and then Mitchell nails him with a European uppercut before Torch lands a stinging chop to the chest. Mitchell nods his head at Torch and then nails Pect with a chop of his own. Torch looks at Mitchell as if to say "not bad" but then pushes him to the side and lands another stinging chop to Pect's chest! Mitchell chops Pect harder, Torch chops Pect even harder and the crowd are loving it. Pect slowly staggers out of the corner, both Torch and Mitchell go for chops but Pect ducks both attempts. He screams at both men, "stop fucking chopping me you idiots!" Torch and Mitchell respond with a double chop that sends Pect staggering backwards and to the outside to a massive crowd pop!! SC: What an opening to this main event at Ice Storm and I for one am glad to see that loud mouth punk Rhys Pect being put in his place by Torch and The World Champion Mike Mitchell. SJ: Are you kidding me? This is disgusting. Rhys Pect is a perfect example of the young, go getter attitude that we in Axis admire and respect. Mitchell is out of date and behind the times and Torch, well he should have been locked up years ago. SC: Mike Mitchell is the World Heavyweight Champion and that has to make Rhys Pect nuts. Torch is one of the old school that Pect and the rest of Axis are trying to get rid of. I think it's only fair they turn their joint attention to Pect, especially early in this match. SJ: Well as long as it doesn't last too long. SC: Oh don't worry, Mitchell and Torch won't be working together for long. Pect sits up on the mat and Mitchell lands a hard kick to his back. Pect is then kicked hard by Torch, Mitchell lands a stiff kick to Pect's back and then once again Torch lands a solid looking kick of his own. The crowd are loving it as Pect leaps to his feet and yells, "stop fucking kicking me!!" Mitchell responds with a leg sweep while at the same time Torch lands a roundhouse kick to the face and Pect is folded in two to a big crowd pop. He hits the mat hard and looks totally dazed as Mitchell and Torch admire their handiwork. Torch is first to move and he clobbers Mitchell with a forearm shot to the side of the head before shoving him back in the corner, he goes for a chop but Mitchell blocks it with both arms. He grabs Torch and pushes him into the corner and then lands four solid looking forearms to the side of the head, he whips Torch to the opposite corner and looks to follow up but Torch gets a boot up into Mitchell's face. The Champion staggers back and Torch charges and nails him with a stiff lariat to the face! He makes the cover, 1...2...Mitchell kicks out in good time. Pect is up and grabs Torch from behind, but Torch gets the standing switch and then shoves Pect off towards the ropes, he goes for a clothesline but Pect ducks and on the return flattens Torch with a spinning heel kick. Mitchell is up as Pect lays in several kicks to Torch's head before hooking in a rear chin lock. Pect is yelling at Torch but hasn't seen Mitchell on his feet. He runs the ropes and then leaps with a double foot kick into the side of Pect's head. The crowd pop for the Champion as he grabs Torch and hits another European uppercut before throwing him through the ropes and to the outside. Mitchell turns his attention to Pect who is getting up groggily, he charges but Pect sees him coming and scores with a drop toe hold that sends Mitchell face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Pect follows it up with a jumping kick with both feet connecting with the back of Mitchell's head while his face is still on the bottom turnbuckle. Pect raises his arms in triumph to a lot of crowd heat but the booing turns to cheers as Torch is on his feet on the ring apron. Pect charges him but Torch cuts him off with a shoulder to the mid section. He lands another and goes for a third but Pect raises his knee and Torch is knocked silly. He is swaying on the ring apron as Pect aims a kick through the middle and top rope to Torch's mid section. He doubles up and Pect then runs the ropes, he leaps over the top rope, hooking Torch around the waist and then snaps him off the ring apron with a sunset flip/power bomb to the floor!! The crowd gasp as Torch's head and shoulders crack off the floor!! SC: Oh my god what a move by Rhys Pect, he could have broken Torch's damn neck with that. SJ: And that would be a bad thing because? Pect is up and grabs Torch by the hair. He heaves him to his feet and then whips him hard into the steel guard rail. Torch hit's the rail and flips backwards into the first row of TFWF fans. Pect hops onto the ring apron and waits for Torch to get to his feet. The crowd are going nuts as Pect sets himself and then runs along the apron, he leaps off and flies over the guard rail before nailing Torch with a twisting summersault dive!! The crowd are hot for the move but boo Pect when he climbs onto the guard rail and strikes a pose. Mitchell is now on the outside and on his feet as Pect stands on the guard rail trash talking to some fans as Torch lays on the ground behind him. Mitchell runs around the ring and leaps up with a drop kick that sends Pect flying backwards off the rail and into the crowd to a big pop! Mitchell grabs Pect by the hair as the referee starts his count and then brings him back over the barricade with a snap suplex. Pect arches his back as he hit's the concrete but Mitchell gives him no time to recover and he stomps away at his back before lifting him up and rolling him back in the ring. Mitchell is on the outside and sets himself before using the top rope to slingshot back in, he lands an elbow to Pect's back before quickly hooking him up in a Boston crab!! The crowd cheer on Mitchell as he sits back and Pect yells out in pain. The move isn't on for long as Pect uses his leg strength to throw Mitchell off. He gets to his feet and swings a punch but Mitchell ducks it and hooks Pect around the waist. He goes for a German suplex but Pect gets the standing switch and then a quick school boy roll up on Mitchell, the referee counts, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out just in time. He gets to his feet but Pect is quicker and catches him with a Japanese arm drag, Mitchell is up and Pect catches him with another Japanese arm drag before hooking him for a third, he then makes the cover, 1.….2.…Torch from out of nowhere breaks up the pin attempt. He grabs Pect and slams some straight right hands into his head before heaving him to his feet and hitting a perfect side suplex. Torch waits for Pect to get to his feet and then charges, he leaps up and hit's a hard lariat to the face of Pect that knocks him to the outside. Torch turns around and charges at Mitchell, he leaps up for the same move but Mitchell catches him in mid air and then hit's a release over head belly to belly suplex that sends Torch back first into the turnbuckles and then he lands on the top of his head. The crowd are chanting 'Holy shit' as Mitchell makes the cover, 1.…2.…somehow Torch rolls his shoulder off the mat to a big crowd pop!! SC: That kind of move would have taken out most normal men, but tonight I really think Torch will die before he looses this match. Mitchell is up but Pect has recovered on the outside, he goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off landing on Mitchell's shoulders and then snapping him over with a perfect hurricanranna! He makes the cover, 1.…2...Mitchell kicks out in time. Pect kicks away at him before lifting Mitchell up and Pect runs at the ropes and springboards off the middle rope before landing a cross body block on Mitchell, he makes the cover, 1.….2.…Mitchell kicks out again. Pect lifts Mitchell up and shoves him back into the corner, he nails him with some stiff forearm shots before sitting the Champion on the top turnbuckle. Pect climbs up as well and is looking for a superplex, the crowd are going nuts as Torch is up and staggers over, he hooks Pect and then heaves him off the middle rope for a power bomb as at the same time Pect heaves Mitchell over and lands the superplex!!! The crowd are loving it as all three men are down in the middle of the ring. Torch makes the cover on Pect, 1.…2.…he kicks out. Torch goes over and covers Mitchell, 1.…2...Mitchell kicks out just in time as well. Torch is firing up as he grabs Mitchell and plants him with a sick looking fishermans buster. He doesn't make the cover but instead grabs Pect and rams his head off the turnbuckles before sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Torch climbs up as well and as the crowd cheer him on he lifts Pect up and hit's a superplex that lands Pect right on top of Mitchell!!! The crowd can't believe the move and chant for Torch as he makes the cover on Mitchell, 1.….2.…at the last possible second Mitchell kicks out! SC: Torch is coming right back into this World Title match in a big way. He just used Pect as a weapon against Mitchell, great strategy from the assassins assassin. SJ: Strategy? Torch is insane, end of story and an insane man doesn't have a strategy. Torch lifts Mitchell up and shoves him back into the corner. He chops away at Mitchell but Pect is up and he cuts off Torch with a forearm shot to the back. He kicks Torch in the mid section and then grabs Mitchell and whips him into the corner. Pect points at Mitchell and then grabs Torch and goes to whip him into Mitchell, but Torch reverses it and Pect goes flying towards Mitchell. He leaps up and lands on Mitchell and somehow sends Mitchell out the corner with a monkey flip but Mitchell lands on Torch's shoulders and is then nearly broken in half by a sit down power bomb by Torch!! The crowd can't believe this exchange as Torch makes the cover, 1.…2...Pect breaks it up at the last possible second. The crowd are on their feet applauding the action as Pect swings a punch at Torch but Torch ducks and grabs Pect from behind. He pushes him to the ropes and then rolls back with a pin, 1.…2...Pect uses his legs to kick out. Torch is against the ropes as Pect charges but Torch back drops Pect right over the top and to the outside!! The crowd are chanting for Torch as on the outside Pect is in real trouble and clutching at his ribs. Inside the ring Mitchell is slowly getting to his feet in the corner as Torch waits for him, he then charges and hit's a high knee that sends Mitchell back into the corner. Torch looks at Mitchell and then starts slapping him around the head in a disrespectful fashion. The crowd even start to boo Torch as he is asking Mitchell if he's ready to give up the Title. Torch goes to slap Mitchell again but Mitchell blocks it and fires back with right hands of his own which has the crowd going crazy. Mitchell then hits three big knee strikes to the face of Torch before running the ropes, he comes back and goes for a clothesline but Torch ducks. He has Mitchell hooked around the waist from behind and runs him into the turnbuckles before falling back with a roll up, 1.….2.…Mitchell hooks Torch in a cross face chicken wing and rolls off his shoulder at the same time!!!! The crowd can't believe it as Torch is now writhing in pain and the World Champion has the old school submission move locked in tight!! Torch is in the middle of the ring and can't reach the ropes as the noise in the arena is deafening. Mitchell increases the pressure and Torch looks like he might have to tap out. Pect is back up and climbs onto the ring apron and then onto the top turnbuckle. He sets himself and then leaps with a 450 splash right onto both men!!! The crowd again chant, 'Holy shit' as all three men are down and hurting in the middle of the ring!! SC: Rhys Pect putting his body on the line to stop Torch having to submit. What an unbelievable move. All three men are down and this crowd are giving them a standing ovation!! SJ: Get it right, the standing ovation is for that move by Pect, nothing else! Pect crawls over and makes the cover on Mitchell, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out! Pect rolls over and makes the cover on Torch, 1.…2.…Torch kicks out!! Pect is getting frustrated as he stands up and goes to pick up Torch but Torch grabs his tights and uses the leverage to send Pect through the middle rope and crashing to the outside! Mitchell is up in the opposite corner of the ring and Torch charges him but Mitchell catches him and heaves him up before dropping Torch neck first across the top rope!! Torch flies back and lands on the mat as Mitchell slowly makes his way out the ring and begins to climb the turnbuckles!! The crowd are cheering on the World Champion as he sets himself but Pect is up and hops on the ring apron before hitting a drop kick to the legs of Mitchell who falls and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. The crowd all 'ohh' as Pect climbs up onto the second rope and then springboards up and hooks Mitchell and sends him flying off the top rope with a nice hurricanranna!! Pect makes the cover on Mitchell, 1.….2.…Torch breaks up the pin attempt with a boot to the head. Torch hooks Pect and plants him with a reverse DDT. He picks up Mitchell and hits some knee strikes and kicks before whipping Mitchell off the ropes, Torch catches him on the return with a picture perfect tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!! Torch makes the cover, 1.…2.…Mitchell kicks out just in time! Torch picks Mitchell up and hit's a backbreaker but doesn't let go, he heaves Mitchell up and hit's a gut buster but doesn't let go. He heaves him up again for a final backbreaker. Mitchell is in real pain as Torch hooks the leg, 1.…..2.….Mitchell just gets his foot on the bottom rope stopping the count!! Torch can't believe it and goes over to Pect and heaves him to his feet. He hit's a snap mare on Pect and then kicks him hard in the back! Torch runs at the ropes but Mitchell is up and hits him on the return with a running forearm smash that sends Torch flying through the ropes and to the outside!! Mitchell then turns to Pect and runs at him and lands both feet into the face of Pect! He lifts him up and pushes him into the corner before setting Pect up in the tree of woe to a big crowd pop. Mitchell kicks away at Pect who is hanging upside down in the corner. Mitchell goes to the opposite corner and clutches at his back before he rushes at him before hitting a baseball slide right into the face of Pect!! The fans are loving it and chant "one more time!" The Champ responds by going to the opposite corner and this time he rushes forward and then leaps up before bringing both feet down into the stomach of the prone Pect!!! The crowd are cheering on Mitchell as he unhooks Pect and makes the cover, 1.….2.…Pect kicks out!! Mitchell runs at the ropes but Torch is up on the outside and grabs his foot, tripping him and then pulls him out the ring under the bottom rope. Torch and Mitchell exchange chops to the chest on the outside as Pect slowly gets to his feet in the ring. He runs at the ropes and then leaps onto the top rope and lands a springboard shooting star press onto both men!!! The crowd are freaking out at the move by Pect as all three men are down on the outside!!! SC: Once again Rhys Pect puts his body on the line with a high risk move. I don't like the kid but I can't deny he is one of the best in the business today! SJ: He's going to prove himself as THE best when he wins the World Title in about five minutes!! All three men look out of it as the referee begins his count. The crowd are stamping their feet and clapping to encourage their favourite to get up first. The crowd start to boo as Pect begins to get to his feet with the referee's count at 7. He stands up and grabs Mitchell and drags him into the ring as the referee gets to 9. Pect picks Mitchell up and signals that the match is over. The crowd boo as Pect lifts Mitchell up and spikes him with a piledriver. He makes the cover, 1.…2.…Torch dives in the ring and breaks up the cover just in time. Torch kicks away at Pect before lifting him to his feet, he nails him with some forearms to the side of the head before kicking Pect in the mid section and then hitting a DDT! Torch gets up and checks Mitchell is still out cold before picking Pect up and whipping him off the ropes, he goes for a clothesline but Pect ducks and on the return hits Torch with a tilt-a-whirl flying head scissors. He gets up quickly and goes to the outside. Pect is on the top rope and flips off the fans to some big crowd heat before hitting a top turnbuckle summersault leg drop on Torch! Pect is hurting after the big move but is able to make the cover, 1.…2...Mitchell just breaks up the pin fall attempt in time!! Mitchell lifts Pect up and hits him with a forearm to the head but Pect responds with one of his own. The two men continue to trade big forearm shots to the head as the crowd noise builds and builds. Mitchell is able to get the advantage and slams forearm after forearm into Pect's head. The crowd are loving it as Mitchell spins around and nails a huge forearm shot!! The crowd are chanting for Mitchell as he drops exhausted and makes the cover, 1.…2.…Pect kicks out to some big crowd heat. Mitchell grabs him and throws Pect to the outside before turning to Torch who is just getting to his feet. Mitchell goes for a clothesline but Torch ducks, Mitchell hit's the ropes and comes back but Torch catches him in a big time spine buster!! Torch signals that it's all over and picks The Champion up and goes for 'The Third Degree Burn!' Mitchell is able to spin away and drop kicks Torch's knee! Torch crumples to the mat as Mitchell grabs Torch's knee and stamps away at it. He wrenches away at Torch's leg before dropping his knee across the back of Torch's knee. Pect is up on the ring apron but Mitchell charges and hit's a drop kick that sends Pect flying off the apron and onto the guard rail!! Mitchell turns back to Torch and lifts him up, he sets Torch up and hit's a snap power bomb but holds onto Torch's legs. The crowd all leap to their feet as they know what is coming next! Mitchell steps over one of Torch's arms and then the other he leaps forward and plants Torch with 'The Flawless Facebuster!!' The crowd know it is over as the referee drops to make his count, 1.…2.…at the last possible second Pect dives in the ring and breaks up the pin fall!! SC: Every single person in this arena thought Mike Mitchell had retained his World Title there! Where in the hell did Pect come from? SJ: That's why he's part of Axis you idiot. He's the best of the best and he just proved it there. Next stop, World Title! SC: Ladies and gentlemen you are witnessing the final Main Event of 2005 in the TFWF and what a main event it is! And no matter who wins this World Title tonight all three of these men have given it their all! Pect is staggering back against the ropes as Mitchell gets to his feet, he charges at Pect who levels him with a superkick!! The kick connects like a shotgun going off as Mitchell falls back out cold! Pect goes to the outside and then climbs slowly to the top turnbuckle. He is setting himself on the top as Torch gets to his feet and staggers sideways into the ropes knocking Pect who crotches himself on the top turnbuckle to a big crowd pop. Torch staggers over and begins to climb up the turnbuckles. He hooks up Pect and scores with a 'Third Degree Burn' from the top to a massive crowd pop! Pect is out cold as Torch crawls over and makes the cover, 1.….2.…Mitchell just dives onto Torch stopping the pin attempt to a big crowd reaction! Torch can't believe it and clutches at his head and then slams his fists onto the mat in frustration. Pect is out of it and rolls over a few times before rolling under the bottom rope and falling to the outside. Mitchell and Torch are on their knees and start trading punches as the crowd roar. The two men struggle to their feet all the while throwing punches. Torch is able to get the advantage and goes for a big right but Mitchell ducks out the way. He kicks Torch in the mid section and then hits 'The Third Degree Burn' on Torch to a massive crowd reaction!! Mitchell drops and makes the cover, this has to be it, 1.….2.…Torch just rolls his shoulder off the mat and 2 and 7 eights!!! The crowd are all on their feet applauding as Mitchell sits next to Torch in disbelief, he can't believe he kicked out! Mitchell gets to his feet as the crowd stamp their feet and roar encouragement to the World Champion. Torch is out cold as Mitchell goes over to him and raises him up. He signals that the end is near and heaves Torch up for a suplex but Torch drops down behind Mitchell and then kicks Mitchell in the back of the knee bringing him down. Torch then hooks Mitchell up in a dragon sleeper!! He has the hold locked in tight and Mitchell looks in a lot of trouble!! The crowd are making a lot of noise as Mitchell struggles to stay conscious and Torch increases the pressure of the hold. Mitchell is fading fast as the referee checks on him, he lifts his arm once, it falls!! The crowd are freaking out as the referee lifts the Champions hand for a second time and it falls again! The fans are going nuts as the referee lifts Mitchell's arm for the final time he lets go but Mitchell just keeps his arm up to a massive crowd pop!! Torch can't believe it as Mitchell is able to stand up and then uses the turnbuckles to flip over Torch and out of the hold. Before Torch can turn Mitchell nails him in the back of the head with a drop kick that sends him face first into the turnbuckles, Mitchell then brings Torch down to the mat and hooks in 'The Canadian Cloverleaf!!!' The crowd can't believe the exchange as Torch writhes in pain on the mat. He looks close to tapping when Pect dives in through the ropes and nails Mitchell with a shining wizard kick!! The crowd are booing like hell as Pect picks Mitchell up and nails him with a brain buster! Pect is laughing as he gets to his feet but Torch is up as well and nails Pect with a discus clothesline that flips Pect inside out!! Torch drops and makes the cover, 1.….2.…Pect just kicks out in time!! SC: This is one of the most brutal, hard hitting, epic matches I have ever witnessed in a TFWF ring. The desire of these three men to be World Champion is there for all to see. I can't call a winner in this one. SJ: Pect has the heart of a champion, the skills of a champion and he is part of Axis which is all about champions. Torch and Mitchell have given their all and neither of them can get the win! SC: This match could be one by any of these three men and we are already over thirty minutes into this one. I don't know how these men are standing, let alone beating the holy hell out of each other! All three men are down and out in the centre of the ring as the crowd all get to their feet and applaud as the referee starts his count. Torch is the first to move with the count at 7. He uses the ropes to haul himself to his feet as across the ring from him Mitchell is doing the same. Pect is still out as the referee gets to nine and Torch is up. He charges at Mitchell who at the last second drops down and Torch goes sailing through the ropes and to the outside!! Mitchell sets climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Torch to get up on the outside. He sets himself and then jumps but Torch sees him coming and dodges out the way and Mitchell crashes into the ring barricade chest first!! Pect is up and sees Torch is distracted. He runs at the ropes and jumps, he holds onto the top rope and slips through the middle and top rope kicking Torch in the face with both feet. He hangs on to the top rope and then hops onto the apron, he waits for Torch to turn around and then uses the top rope he hit's a split legged moonsault onto Torch. Pect is in control as he rams Torch's head into the ring steps before whipping him into the ring barricade. Mitchell is still down and out on the outside as Pect waits for Torch to get up and then runs at the barricade, he hops onto the barricade and then leaps off hooking Torch in a beautiful hurricanranna. Pect drags Torch up by the hair and throws him in the ring. Pect goes to the top turnbuckle as Torch lays dazed on the mat. Pect sets himself and then leaps hitting a senton splash onto Torch!! Pect makes the cover, 1.…2.…Torch kicks out!! Pect is up quickly and signals that the match is over! He picks Torch up by the hair and goes for 'The Perfected and Respected' by Torch is able to wriggle free. He drops down in front of Pect and boots him in the midsection before lifting him up onto his shoulders. The crowd are going crazy as Torch spins around and plants Pect with 'The Backdraft!!' Torch falls onto Pect and makes the cover, 1.….2.…at the last second Mitchell dives in the ring breaking up the pin attempt!! Mitchell grabs Torch and nails him with six European uppercuts in a row! He shoves Torch back into the corner and then sits him on the top turnbuckle. The Champion climbs up as well and then hooks Torch up and heaves him over head with a nice double under hook superplex!! The crowd pop big time for the move, Mitchell crawls over and makes the cover, 1.….2.…Torch kicks out just in time to a huge crowd reaction! Mitchell can't believe it, he circles around Torch and waits for him to get to his feet, Mitchell then charges but Torch dodges out the way, Mitchell hit's the ropes but on his return is caught with a stiff kick to the head, he is staggered as Torch sets himself and then hits Mitchell with 'The Third Degree Burn!!!' The crowd pop is immense as an exhausted Torch makes the cover, 1.….2.…Mitchell just rolls his shoulder off the mat!! Torch can't believe it!! He stands up and has a manic look on his face, he is snarling and spitting and looks to have lost his mind! He grabs the referee and argues about the count but Pect is up and sees his chance. He goes to the top turnbuckle slowly as Torch is still arguing with the official. Pect leaps off the top and drop kicks Torch in the back sending him and the referee flying out of the ring and to the floor!! Pect slowly gets to his feet as Mitchell is still out cold. Pect slides to the outside and grabs the World Title belt which gets some massive crowd heat. He slides back in the ring and stands waiting for Mitchell to get up. SC: Oh come on. This has been one of the matches, if not the match, of the year and now Pect has to cheat! SJ: He's just doing what all three men said they would do to win this match, whatever it takes! Mitchell is on his feet as Pect sets himself, he charges and swings the Title belt but Mitchell is able to duck out the way just in time, Torch is up on the ring apron and Pect instead smashes him in the head with the Title belt!! Torch flies off the ring apron and crashes into the barricade. Pect spins around but Mitchell is waiting for him, he kicks the World Title belt out of his hand and then kicks him low to a huge crowd pop! Pect is in trouble as Mitchell hooks him up and plants him with 'Flawless Cira 91' to a huge crowd pop!! Mitchell makes the cover but the referee is still getting up on the outside. The crowd have counted to five before the referee slides in the ring and makes the count, 1.….2.…somehow Pect gets his foot on the bottom rope and stops the count!!! Mitchell can't believe it, he gets up and lifts Pect to his feet, but Pect catches him in a small package, 1.….2.…Mitchell just kicks out in time. Both men are up and exchanging punches as Torch is slowly coming around on the outside. Mitchell gets the better of the exchange and whips Pect off the ropes, he goes for a close line but misses and Pect boots him in the midsection and then plants him with 'The Perfected and Respected.' Pect drops and makes the cover, 1.…..2.….Mitchell kicks out just in time!! Pect is furious but doesn't loose focus, he lifts Mitchell to his feet and plants him with a second 'Perfected and Respected' to some huge crowd heat! He does go for the cover but instead goes to the outside and then slowly climbs the turnbuckles. He steadies himself on the top but Torch is up and he shoves Pect sending him flying off the top rope and to the floor with a sickening thud!! Torch slides in the ring as Mitchell staggers to his feet, but he has no idea where he is. Torch heaves Mitchell up and goes for 'The Backdraft' again but Mitchell is able to counter the move into a huge tornado DDT!! He makes the cover on Torch, 1.….2.…Torch kicks out again!! Both men are hurting but Mitchell is up first. He lifts Torch to his feet and then runs the ropes, he hits one side and comes back, he hit's the other side of the ring building up speed, with his last drop of energy he leaps at Torch and levels him with a huge Mafia kick to the face!!! He makes the cover, 1.….2.…Pect just gets back in the ring and breaks up the count!! All three men are beaten and exhausted and lie in the ring as the crowd applaud their efforts and the referee begins his count. SC: Any of these men could win this match now, it could just come down to luck. The referee's count is at seven as Pect gets up he goes to one corner and waits for Mitchell to get up. He sets himself as Mitchell stands and goes for a superkick but Mitchell ducks, Pect spins around and Mitchell goes for a clothesline but Pect ducks out the way, but Pect doesn't see Torch who hits with him a massive 'Third Degree Burn' to a huge crowd pop! But Mitchell hooks Torch from behind with a school boy roll up, 1.…2.…Torch kicks out again just in time to a huge crowd reaction. Torch is up first and Mitchell catches him in an inside cradle, 1.….2.…Torch kicks out again!! Torch is up and Mitchell goes for a clothesline but Torch ducks out the way, he goes for 'The Third Degree Burn' but Mitchell wriggles free and is able to hook Torch up for the 'Flawless Circa 91' He nails the move in the centre of the ring and makes the cover, 1.….2.…3!!!!! Torch kicks out just a fraction too late and Pect can't make the save in time!! SC: He did it, he did it. Mike Mitchell has defended his World Title in this epic match and denied Torch his destiny. How close did all three men come to winning this match? Unbelievable effort by all three men. SJ: No, no, no, this isn't right. That was a fast count, it must have been. SC: There was no such thing. Pect and Torch gave it everything they had but Mike Mitchell was able to pull out the win. That was one of the greatest World Title matches in TFWF history. The crowd are going nuts as all three men are lying in the ring exhausted. The referee lays the World Title across Mitchell's chest and he rolls over cradling the Title belt. Pect is visibly in tears as he watches his sworn enemy be helped to his feet by the referee. Torch is face down on the mat out cold as Mitchell holds the World Title over head to a massive crowd pop before collapsing exhausted to the mat. Pect rolls out of the ring and begins trashing the ringside area. Mitchell is able to get up and slowly struggles to the second turnbuckle where he holds the World Title up again for a huge crowd pop. Winner, via pinfall and STILL Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion: Mike Mitchell Mitchell's celebrations continue as the scene fades out in a cheering crowd. (END SHOW.)